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꒰ ݁˖ꫂ᭪ ꒱ 𓂃 GUYS MY AGE

˚₊‧꒰ა older boyfriend jjk men ﾉ f. reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

guys your age just don't know how to do it, do they? nothing to worry 'bout when he's nearly twice your age hunny. ⌇ based off guys my age - hey violet

starring ᝰ.ᐟ✧ g. satoru, n. kento, g. suguru

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sweetheart host ᝰ.ᐟ✧ older bf brain go brrr . . . really hope my toru bias ain't obvious. art cred ⌇ yamada_souko, ru_ka_night

˖ 𑣲 Don't know how to treat me ᝰ.ᐟ✧ N. Kento

Silk slipped through your fingers like liquid gold. Velvet kissed your skin in whispers you could barely afford. Each sapphire along the silver bracelet hugging your wrist winked at you. Don't even get started on your heels, your earrings, the fourth shopping bag laid idly beside its friends from three other stores.

The cherry on top? Two large hands scorned from years of work yet ever gentle in their smooth trace down your curves.

"I think this dress suits you well, don't you, darling?" Even Kento's kisses felt expensive. The grandest of jewels laid over your shoulder as if you deserved each one. Hell, as if you deserved every store your pretty little self stepped into it.

"Well . . ." you roved over the mirror's scene. Your beloved was behind you with his hands worshipping every crevice and crook of your body, his lips painting affection across your shoulders and neck. The dress was gorgeous, comfortable, the finest material only for his darling.

Instead of the silk, your eyes drew to the price tag written in invisible ink between the creases.

"It's a bit pricey. I don't think I'm worth all this expense."

His lips paused. Glued to the junction between your shoulder and neck. One comment and suddenly, his gaze flickered to you. As if that alone would reverse time and have you gulping the words down instead.

Kento stilled, then asked — even if it didn't sound like a question. Low, quiet:

"Come again?"

Silk was the least of your concerns. Slick became all you knew. Pooled around his palm and messing up his favourite watch you're sure. Not that you could see with your vision impaired by his chest. Your front flushed into him while his hand worked endlessly behind.

Fingers tremble in his shirt. Each twitch another apology to his digits pumping fluidly into your syrupy slit. They fucked until the knuckle, withdrew every few shallow thrusts, then slammed back in until you were drooling all over his blue fabric.

"K-Kennn - please," you hiccuped, forearms flushed tighter to his chest as you peeked at the mirror behind you. Panties pulled to the side and hanging on a limb while his hand pistoned into your pretty, swollen pussy.

"Sssh darling. You're too pretty to be talking about yourself like that." His drawl rumbled into your ear after a soft kiss pressed against it. His wrist rotated and you choked a moan as he braced speed.

"Too pretty to beg. Don't want to hear that ever again. You hear me?"

Nods were all you could manage. Your thighs squeezed tighter, but it didn't matter to his large hand. His free one caressed your side with his strong arm steeling you against him. Trapping you as he fucked all your insecurities out in splutters and squirts.

Kento crooked into a spot that made you bite down on his shirt, whimpering. Your hips bucked helplessly with your pitiful little — "Ken - Kento 'm gonna - I'm cumming, please? Please can I cum? Pleaseplease?"

He huffed again. This time his thumb joined on you clit. Flicking up to reprimand the nub together with his now ruthlessly pumping fingers. You keened and limped into him. Legs shaky on designer heels surely messed with your cunt gushing juices.

"Come now darling. Ask, don't beg."

You hiccuped and pressed tighter into him. Tears heavy on your lashes as you squeezed your eyes shut and mouthed on his already damp shirt. "Please - please make me cum? Kento - hngh!"

He circled on a bundle of nerves he knew would loosen the knot. Your pussy throbbed and with one final burst of heat, you bubbled cream all over his palm. He eased you into a slower grind, his thumb circling your clit a few more times before finally halting.

Your face is pulled into his free hand. You found comfort in his palm and whimpered as he brushed your tears away.

"Look at me, sweetheart." When you did, a tender kiss met your glossy lips. "Never want to hear that from you again, alright?"

"Mhhm."

"There's my good girl."

˖ 𑣲 Don't know how to touch me ᝰ.ᐟ✧ G. Satoru

You wouldn't consider yourself a shittalker, but when it came to boys, you were never the type to hold your tongue. If you had a dollar for every asshole with a god-complex you encountered and ten for each one you dated, you'd be able to pay off your student loans. But Satoru's got that covered.

Ah yes, Satoru, who sat beside you with an idle scroll of his phone. His long arm draped over your shoulders as he fell into yet another cat video trap. He was freed from his third-going-onto-forth loop when whatever video you stumbled upon caught his ear.

"Ladies, best believe. The second orgasm is a myth."

His pale brow arched and he sneaked a sideways glance to garner your expression. What's with that look? "Kinda bs, huh sweetheart?" He tested the waters and immediately burned when you shrugged your shoulders.

"Dunno. Guys can barely give one, let alone two."

His smile froze and the sideways look turned into a small stare. The thumb that had paused in its lazy circles on your shoulder started up again. As if trying to coax a correct answer out of you.

"Can't disagree with that. But cut us some credit yeah?"

"Nah, boys can't do shit."

His second brow joined as they both raise further. His smile tightened at the little scowl you present him, as if he represented every male on earth. Satoru knew that look well. It's one you've been testing him with for the past couple of weeks. This was aimed.

Yes, Satoru hadn't made you cum more than once, but not due to lack of skill. You were young, sensitive, one was enough for now. He had to ease you into everything he knew — but there goes that brat again thinking she can take it rough.

"But not me though, right sweet girl?" He hoisted you closer, his shades falling down the bridge of his nose. Blue eyes dimmed to a murky ocean and the pattern of his thumb ran firmer. He was giving you an out —

Yet there you were, smiling sarcastically. "Not sure, Satoru. I think you're just like all these other boys in my phone."

And that's how you wound up eating those words in the form of pitched moans and drool. Back to his chest, legs hooked over his knees that locked them open like a clamp. A strong arm flexed around your middle where he bundled you so easily in his lap. Steeling you still and helpless to the mess you're squirting everywhere.

"Toru - toru!" Your voice quaked brokenly as you chased air like a luxury. Head hung back on him as you pitifully bucked into two fingers fucking another slew of slick from your raw pussy. Swollen and stringy, spraying squirts and cream with every deep plunge to the knuckle.

"So it's 'toru' now sweets? That you or your pussy talkin'?" He was relentless. Would his arm ever get tired? It hasn't lost pace since he shoved into you. It's been three orgasms, going onto a devastating fourth.

Squelches poured when he stuffed them to the knuckle and shallowly stroked on your sweetspot. His fingertips expertly circled the bundle of nerves then come-hithered until you were keening. The arm on your middle shifted and he bunched on your shirt, yanking it up over your tits with a grip that showed off every vein on his strong hand.

"Oh, what's that? You cummin' baby?" Satoru grinned against your ear, pace speeding to something blinding. "Yeah? What number's that?"

"Dunno — hngh!"

Your lips formed a pitiful pout that split with drool when his thumb attacked your clit and a third finger shoved in simultaneously. You squirmed, but he yanked you back with a greedy tit grope. "Yeah you do, don't wanna hear it."

His wrist flicked, the new position brought an even more brutal pace. He angled specifically to exaggerate your pussy's lewd sloshes and squelches. Another sweetspot became his target and you spewed slick all over his palm, coating his silver watch in gloss. That's fine, he'd make you lick it off later.

"Gimme the number, brat." His hiss punctuated with added pressure, your clit's trapped once more. "Or is all you're good for creaming my fingers? Messing my watch up baby. Pretty pussy's not caring one bit huh?"

His chuckle bordered something cruel. Cruel like his fingers that crooked and abused whatever spot he could find. Who cared if your messy juices painted the couch, his sleeve, hell — the floor with your last squirt?

All he cared about were your whining sobs, your pitiful grinds into his hand that was wayyy too big for you and the wet throbs of your pussy.

Slams pistoned on your gummy walls. You squirmed to no avail and choked another sob as you shivered back onto him. "Toru! T-Toru please!"

"How. Many?"

Your jaw's snatched next. Face squeezed between his flexing fingers as he wrung your head to face him. Teary eyed, drooling, looking like his sweet girl rather than that smart lil' brat. His glare earned your whimpers, but he was still grinning. Still pumping his fingers endlessly. Sharply. "Tell me how many times I made this pussy cum, huh? Tell me."

"T-Two - no - nooo," you whined as your wrong answer came with his fingers yanked out, sticky strings connecting to his hand that soon slapped back on your raw pussy. You jolted, whimpered — but it's cut off into a keened moan when he shoved them back in. "Three - three 'toru -!"

"Thaaatt's it. What's it gonna be?"

"Four - oh god!"

You clenched on his fingers and throbbed over his knuckles. Mouth falling open as he shot his other hand to grip your thigh and ruthlessly ground your shaking self down onto his relentless thrusts. He knew all your signs. The moans caught in your throat. The crossed eyes and drooling, spluttered, ah ah ah! as he fucked the brat right out of you.

The knot in your tummy tightened one more time. Your head tossed back. Body clenching altogether as he trapped you in an endless, devastating bliss. You splattered all over his hand with a broken gasp of his name. Stuttering your thighs as if you had any control. Squelching, gushing, until trickles of cream oozed around his still pistoning hand.

"There she is. There's my sweet girl." At last his affection laves over your neck in kisses. Not that his hand ever stopped. He only shallowed again and started curling more cruelly. Holding you down as you struggled around in his grasp with pitiful lil' 's too much' and 'toru pleaassee'.

You're hot. Bothered. Sticky and whiney as you choke on heated air. He slipped his other hand down to pinch and play with your clit. Egging on your whimpered sobs.

"Boys can't do anything, huh sweetheart?" Satoru crooned into your neck, grinning like the devil before he whispered low and rough in your ear.

"Good thing I'm a man, yeah?"

˖ 𑣲 Don't know how to tease me ᝰ.ᐟ✧ G. Suguru

Younger guys never put up much of a fight. Too impatient to deal with your bullshit, too many years ahead of them to fight you on it. Frowns, huffs, the occasional smart comment broke them quicker than they could make you cum on fingers or tongue.

But Suguru? Suguru had patience he wielded in weaponised denial and a handful of years dangling over your head. Acting out with someone nearly twice your age should have been easier.

He should be tired, irritable. Too old to deal with your audacious eye rolls and bratty tongue. In seconds he should have you over his lap, or at the very least his desk. Stuffing you with his fingers, mouth, dick, making you beg for it — putting you in your place.

Only one of those came true over the week you put on your spoilt princess persona and donned your petty crown of attitude. Every snide remark only earned a low a hum, your huffs were returned with his smile, and when you attempted to rile him up with a slutty little skirt and three images to his phone; well, throwing you around was an option only in your imagination, it seemed.

He didn't toss you over the sofa, nor threw you over his shoulder. No, Suguru only smiled. Leaned back into his seat and watched with slithered eyes as you flushed down over his knee.

Your cunt thrummed against your damp panties, hovered over his black jeans with your hands trembled around the same skirt you attempted to drive him wild with. Pretty nails that he paid for clung tight on the fabric, tighter than the line your lips pressed into.

"You really haven't been good to me this week." His sigh came with a calloused thumb tracing down your thigh. You tensed and whimpered. If you gaped at him with those pitifully teary eyes, maybe he'd give in?

"Don't give me that look."

Nevermind. Violet solidified into a patient glare, even with the serene smile he displayed. "Where's my good princess gone? She still in there?"

He drummed atop your cunt and you whined. Wishing he'd go lower - wishing he'd touch you. He only instructed that you lifted your skirt higher and you did so with pouting lips.

"Sugu . . . "

Smack! "Don't wanna hear it right now baby." Your thigh heated under the sting and he withdrew his touch altogether. Greedy, infuriatingly calm eyes roved you entirely before he hummed.

"Tell me what you want."

"You . . ."

"Be specific, brat."

You whimpered when his tone dropped and fiddled with the skirt. You couldn't meet his steady stare. "Wanna. . . wanna grind on your knee. Want you to touch me, please Suguru?"

He breathed deep, another sigh before motioning aimlessly with his hand that laid outstretched together with his arm on the back of the sofa. "Go on then. Grind that pretty pussy down on me. Don't deserve it but, you're lucky you're pretty."

The invisible restraints shattered and you flushed into his knee. Whines broke from your throat as you slowly rocked down on the perch. The angle caught you clit just perfectly but you struggled to maintain it.

Still, you wanted to be good for him. Your throbbing, leaking cunt begged you to. So you reached out for his shirt to stabilise yourself and took up a rocking rhythm. The friction was all you could ask for after a week of denial.

"Hngh - Sugu —"

"There we go," he crooned, that gentle smile returning as he set a hand on your hips. He aided you with small glides, but still let you do all the work. Brats don't get what they want, after all. He leaned his head back onto his fist and drawled deeply. A sharp look returned as he glanced up at you beneath his lashes.

"If you want something, you ask for it. I'm not one of your boytoys."

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꒰ ݁ ꫂ᭪ ꒱ 𓂃 How To Be A Good Girl

˚₊‧꒰ა jjk men & women ﾉ subby.ᐟf. reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

oh you're such a darling, especially in the bedroom. so eager to please & for bliss that you listen so obediently. how do they react to your submission?

starring ᝰ.ᐟ✧ g. satoru, g. suguru, r. sukuna, i. shoko, t. yuki

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sweetheart host ᝰ.ᐟ✧ writing for toru makes me feral, requested. art cred ⌇ ru_ka_night, kinoko927513 (twt)

˖ 𑣲 Feral devotion ᝰ.ᐟ✧ G. Satoru

oh satoru loveeessss his little submissive sweetheart. what he loves especially? teasing the hell out of you. you're so eager to please and listen to him. laying on your back and already peeling your shirt over your tits for him, since you know he loves it so much.

"oh sweetheart," he'd croon, peppering kisses around a stiff peak while his hand trailed lower. "so eager for me huh? not a single thought in that pretty lil' head other than getting fucked stupid by toru huh?" while his thumb nudged into the crook of your slit against your panties, stroking featherlight.

his heart burst every time you whined. so adorable. so his. satoru always made you beg for it. you were always so eager, why not take advantage of it?

"can't hear you, sweet girl." he murmured above you, thumb circling your perky tit. his heavy cock weighed against your slick, barely hanging-on panties. hot and throbbing into your neediness as he glided over the swollen, slick outline of your pussy.

he cupped your face, cradled the back of your head with a lilted, "c'mon, wanna hear that pretty voice begging for cock."

"please," you hiccuped.

"aww, please?" he pouted.

cruel blue loomed over you, slithered like his grin as he bucked a little firmer. "oh, please baby? please?"

"please— toru! please, wan' . . . want your dick, please."

he could never deny you for too long. not when you batted those damp lashes and big eyes at him. so remember— it's your fault.

your fault when he's got you folded with strong palms squeezing on the fat of your thighs. legs dangled. body trembling, jaw slack and eyes rolled back with every wet, hot, shlap! echoed.

it's your fault that his cock bullied you. fucking deep into every gummy spot until tears poured down your flushed face and drool leaked from swollen lips. it's your fault that you're gushing, slicking your thighs and splashing it back on him.

"yeah sweetheart?" he's still above you, fucked-out laughter and cruel grins galore. bending you further until he was flushed into your bouncing tits and weighing your trembling thighs. "still want more? yeah? my pretty girl's just a stupid slut huh?"

oh he was always so sooo mean once he got you under him. he lived for the cute, clumsy nods, the teary eyes, your hands struggling to hold onto his biceps or down his shoulder blades.

"toru," so sweetly, you croak. "toru— toru 'm cummin'." and that's when your legs are tossed over his shoulders. that's when his hands cradled your ass and squeezed tight, that's when he's pounding your pussy like he hated it. crooning above you still.

"yeaahh that's it, cream me baby. lay it on me pretty girl." how sweetly he kissed you, lovingly, as if he's not stuffing you to the brim and fucking your sweetspot until you squirt. crying and messy and clinging onto his hair for dear life.

"torruuuu," you whimpered. he shallowed. milking you for all you're worth with feral bucks and huffed.

"my good girl. my pretty lil' baby." as he peppered your face with tender kisses.

˖ 𑣲 Master gaslighter ᝰ.ᐟ✧ G. Suguru

he can't help but be mean to his perfect girl. suguru's a rough lover. he enjoyed tossing you around, manhandling you, bringing pretty tears to your eyes. but with you batting those same, big, gorgeous eyes at him— he almost felt a bit bad.

keyword: almost.

you were just too good for him, just too compliant, and he loved every second of it; but it made him want to be a bit mean to you. see how far he could push you. break you down and build you back up.

maybe that's why you're almost always in his lap. cockwarming? riding? two big factors in your sex life.

the first is for bullying. he knew you wanted nothing more than to listen to him— so surely you could do just that while he was ball's deep, throbbing into a sweetspot and finishing up some paperwork, right?

suguru's veins and tip throbbed into every perfect crevice. weeding out any logic or conscious. the stretch he gaped you poor pussy with drove your mind to heat and need. and when he'd 'accidentally' lean over to grab something, he'd brush just right over that devastating bundle of nerves.

"sugu," you whined, squirming. only to whimper when a rough hand squished your thigh.

"what did I say, princess?" his voice dropped, you shivered, stilled. then pouted.

"sugu," you attempted, softer. "please? really need it . . ."

"then you can wait, can't you?" he gruffed in your ear. "thought you were a good girl?" he chastised, paired with a sharp spank to your ass. the bastard bit back a grin while you whimpered and nodded.

don't worry, he'll start fucking you messy with the most sugar-coated degradation soon enough. two fingers swirling your clit while his other hand snatched your jaw.

"some good girl. can't even sit fuckin' still while I'm finishing up urgent work. so selfish." as he fucked you into rough bounces, barely holding on, seeing stars as he pounds out yet another creamy orgasm.

intense degradation comes with the second option: riding. now, that was for pure cruelty.

because suguru knew he was too big for you. he knew you struggled to ride him. still, he'd lean back, acting sooo tired from a long day while your hips stuttered on him.

"is that the best you've got, princess?" his disappointed sigh sent shivers. you clung to his shoulders and tried to find a steady rhythm. sinking and stroking, pathetically bucking and squeezing helplessly.

"please," you sniffled, thighs trembling from several unaccomplished orgasms and sheer embarrassment. "please, please help, sugu, I can't." with those big teary eyes that put puppies to shame.

suguru would only sigh deeper, limp his head back and cup your ass with both hands. the roll of his eyes brought more tears to yours.

"just gotta do everything for you, don't I baby?" as his hips easily thrust up. bouncing you into a rapid rhythm while bringing you down. spraying your slick and fucking your poor pussy into desperate, slutty squeezes. "suuuchhh a pitiful slut, can't even get herself off huh?"

you squeaked when he starts ramming on a sweetspot, pelvis nudging your clit and grinding it so agonisingly sweet.

"m-mhhm! mhhm!"

"say it," he huffed. "what are you?"

"s-sugu's pit - pitiful slut." you whined.

he smiled, knocking you down onto him with arms wrapped tight and hips slapping ripples across your plush ass. "that's it. there's my good girl."

˖ 𑣲 Addicted to your pleasure ᝰ.ᐟ✧ I. Shoko

she always had an obsession for your pleasure, it's only amplified with how complacent and needy you are for her. it made her job all the more easier. she wished to pleasure and worship, not brat tame. her job was stressful enough. with you? she just wanted to unwind.

you're like the perfect little present waiting for her back home. she tasted you on her late-night cigarette, her true addiction of soft thighs and pretty eyes. she felt your softness on her palms as she washed them for yet another surgery.

how she adored laying you back onto the bed. kissing you so tiredly, sweetly, then mouthing down your neck, squeezing along your breasts. your sounds. that, was her true addiction.

"missed you so much, sho." you're too sweet for her black coffee heart. too soft for her hands stained in blood as they stroked on your needy cunt through nightgown.

"missed you too, doll," she breathed into your neck. "so much. wanna make my girl feel so good."

and she did. shoko was a pleasure seeker. your pleasure? she dug for it like treasure troves. with her lips that scoured every inch of your skin. with her hands that searched for the comfort only your body could give her.

your shudders were the key. she was getting close. soon, she'd be slotted between your legs. cunts flushed and wet against each other and she rocked down into you with memorised rhythm. just the way you liked it. the same way that had your eyes squeezing and lips trembling.

"shoko . . . oh god." there's that whine. x marked the spot. she squished on the thigh held in her hand and weighed her hips down further. rocking with a purpose. searching for your clit and moaning when it caught on hers.

"mmm, that feel good doll?" she fanned your ear with her whisper, then kissed it. she nestled into your pussy, angled just right, and bit her lip when your throbs fluttered into her.

your noises were what she needed. what fuelled her hips into an almost cruel rock as she pinned you down. sucking on your tits till they glistened and swelled, grinding her clit on yours until your moans joined and she swallowed them with her tongue.

"sooo perfect, so perfect for me. pretty girl— fuck," she shuddered when your moans pitched. your hands buried into her brunette strands while she shakily smoothed over yours.

she crooked down to suck on your tit again as she firmed her thrusts. your sloppy pussies met, wet and needy. the kind of friction that had you both gushing into each other.

"such a pretty girl, with the prettiest pussy." she chased your high, chased your moans, ground and humped until you spilled slick, messed her up and called her name to the heavens.

addicted, that's what she was. you were always so pliant, and she couldn't help but fall into you every time. hooked on your pleasure and pretty eyes. strung on those soft thighs.

˖ 𑣲 Reverently obsessed ᝰ.ᐟ✧ R. Sukuna

so obedient and submissive for your king? as you should be. there's something so enthralling about having a lover who wants nothing more than to worship you. your praise is your devotion, and sukuna cannot be any more pleased with your selfless surrender to him.

it's something in the way you fall into him. vulnerable and so entirely his. how eager you are to obey his every command. oh, it put him on an all-time high. you looked at him as he deserved to be beheld. listened to his every command. delighted in it, even.

but while he was your king, sukuna worshipped you for this trait more than anything.

your obedience was a turn-on, and you were his idol. splayed out in his lap with your clothing strewn. your lips on his, down his neck, shivering into his hands. just the way he liked it.

you sat on your throne, his lap, while he lazed on his. he'd guide you, as any good king would. pressing your desperate heat into his crotch and bucking enough to echo your moans through the hall.

"such a precious girl," he'd drawl into your ear. four hands lathering your skin in the treasures of his devotion. two cupped your breast, the other pair cradled your ass.

you took both his cocks like it was your sworn duty. open, ready, needing him. your head hung back and eyes teary, lips parted. your songs of sin pleasing his ears as he rocked you into him. hard, and slow, and with equal parts reverence and roughness.

"touch yourself, sweet thing." were one face of his orders. sukuna adored commanding you around while he made your pleasure his duty. fucking your quivered slit open while you spilled all over his throne. "touch yourself. give me a show."

and you listened. of course you did. sweet, submissive you with your clumsy fingers circling your clit. your tits jutting out into his face, because you knew he loved sucking on them.

he does. face buried in your breasts as he quickened his pace. eager to paint his throne white and stain it with your juices.

"there we go. touch yourself. fuck yourself on your king." he'd lean back only to take in the sight. you were beautiful, a perfect canvas of sin as you struggled but still tried to appease.

"touch me," it sounded like a beg more than a command. you took it as absolute law. your hands looped behind his neck, bunching on pink strands as you angled your hips. coming down on him with whines and pitched moans.

"cumming - I'm cumming," you cried.

"cum for me. mess your king's cock." you obliged. blissfully, beautifully. in every way he loved you for.

˖ 𑣲 Teaser, pleaser ᝰ.ᐟ✧ T. Yuki

you're her precious angel and she's ready to give you everything your heart desires with a single bat of your pretty lashes.

how could she possibly deny a pretty lil' thing like you? she caved the second your hands ventured into her hair. the moment she heard your quiet little pleas. you always begged so prettily. she was none the better.

she adored how obediently you humped on her thighs. all she did was give a faux sigh, a little, "you can do better than that, can't you sweetie?" and you're fumbling to grind faster, whimper the softest apologies.

maybe she's a little mean. but only because you're so adorable. laid out, wet, for her. just her.

you cried so prettily around her mouth. bucked pathetically into her kisses laved over your trembled slit. oh, she nearly lost it when you'd part your lips and gawked down at her with those trembling, pleading eyes.

"hmm? I'm all ears baby."

"please, yuki?"

that's all she needed. her tongue obeyed. sure, you were the submissive, but her body conceded all the same. circling your clit like it was her damned right. sucking on it while she fucked you full of two fingers. to the knuckle, crooked into a sweetspot whenever you whimpered enough.

"eyes on me. want you to watch me eat this pussy out." she parted with slick strings strewn to her lip. you obeyed, shyly, but just as eager.

her grin flushed you further. her wink made your knees weak. "there's my favourite girl. hands in my hair too baby. take your pleasure."

she's at it again. tongue dragging sin over your slit, sucking on your folds, fucking you on the pink muscle. she groaned into your fluttered slit. drowned in your gushing pussy.

soon your thighs were bundled into her strong arms. pinned, helpless to the mess of her spit and voracious mouth. she couldn't decide between sucking on your clit or devouring your pussy. so she alternated between both.

"my girl. yeah, my perfect fuckin' girl." she slurred into you. nudging her head into your hands fisting her hair. "keep those gorgeous eyes on me. fuck. want you to look while you cum on my tongue."

she fucked you through it. cradled you thighs and worshipped your pussy while her tongue spelled nothing but sin. and when you're coming down? shivering from her sloppy kisses lathered up your slit?

she grinned, crooned even. "not done yet. can be a good girl and give me another, huh?"

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. ۫ᯓᡣ𐭩 jjk cast ✧ gn reader ˚₊‧꒰ა kisses gone wrong ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

˖ ꯴ ⌇ how wrong could kissing your favourite sorcerers go? well.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Satoru Gojo ⌇ exploded all the lightbulbs in the house the second your lips met his. his defense? “babbyyy, I haven't seen you all week.” as he's slumping over you like he didn't just subject you both to darkness for the night. still trying to get more of your kisses and turning your head to him all needy. “now gimme more before I blackout all of tokyo.”

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Suguru Geto ⌇ kissed him when you found him all slumped over his desk. immediate “bleugh! sugu —" what the fuck was that? the taste of curses of course. he apologised that he couldn't get to his gum in time before you decided to show him some lovin'. “so tell me, how'd your first curse taste?” with that shiteating grin that told you he wasn't really sorry.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Shoko Ieiri ⌇ why did you think turning her head while she was mid smoke and kissing her was a good idea? you were trying to be all sexy and mysterious but now you're coughing your lungs out and she's gently rubbing your back even with the teasing smile on her face. "what - the fuck is in those things!" she'd only chuckle. "my will to live, horrendous I know." before she smooched your cheek.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Kento Nanami ⌇ he was sooo tired from work and your kisses relax him more than anything. you greeted him at the door with a smooch and felt him ease into you, then limp — and before you know it you're stumbling back trying to hold his weight toppling over you with panicked yelps. "nanami! hey hey!" he'd wake up quickly with a jolt and quickly brace both of you, frazzled, confused, before you manage to drag him to bed.

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Ryomen Sukuna ⌇ tried to be all cute and sly, straddled him on his throne and kissed him with a feral heat that he immediately returned. hands on your hips yanking you closer, pressing him up into you but then . . . seems his second mouth got a bit too excited. "uh —" you pulled back to watch the second tongue wriggling on your tummy and wetting your shirt with kisses. sukuna was just about ready to die.

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AS THE ˚₊‧꒰ა ex of suguru geto and the girlfriend of satoru gojo ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ you came to two conclusions.

suguru was way better with his hands. his thick, long, skilled fingers fucked squirts and creams out of you like no other. his calloused thumb stroked your clit in a slow soothe in comparison to how his index and middle fucked the brattiness out of you.

he could milk you for all you're worth. play with your sticky mess and spread it for you to see how white perfectly complimented his black nail polish. stroke on your sweetspot so cruelly until you were crying, whining. with his cocky — “yeaaah baby, such a slut for sugu's fingers huh?” you missed it. missed his fingers. missed how they filled you like they owned you.

but satoru? he was better with his tongue. painting sins on your slit and sucking on your clit like his life depended on it. shoving his face closer, so careless of your mess. he wanted your scent, wanted your taste, wanted to tongue-fuck your pussy into a sixth cream with his eyes rolled back like an addict.

nothing could get him up from your sweet cunt once he was down there. drowning, suffocating, slurping you like nectar, grinding his face in and spelling his name out on your clit like it was his and his alone. while his blue eyes stared you down so loopy, so pussy drunk with his — “fuuckk sweetheart, cum on this tongue again, show me 's yours.”

either conclusion made you cum anyway, so what does it matter?

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𐔌 𖹭 𝑱𝑱𝑲 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒕 & 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒔 ˖ ࣪✧

ᡴꪫ. what're they like in bed ? 𖹭 g. satoru, g. suguru, i. shoko, i. utahima, t. yuki, n. kento, k. shiu 𖹭 f. reader ˖ ࣪ꮽ˳

˖ ࣪✧ ꘓ Satoru Gojo ۪ ୧ top dom leaning switch. fucks hard, he's got a lot of frustration to get out + he loves seeing your pretty eyes go dumb. please piss him off, he loves the idea that someone actually can. however, has a soft spot for lazy morning and sweet, sensual night sex. he enjoys doing the work and making you feel good but ! will not be opposed to you taking lead . . . if you fight him for it. what, you expect him to just give it to you?

. ۫ ۶ৎ .

˖ ࣪✧ ꘓ Suguru Geto ۪ ୧ top dom. don't try to take control, you will fail, he will laugh at you. more into the hard dom and can be really damn mean. brat taming? watch yourself, he has a particular love for putting you in your place. he is such a damn tease it's insane. we only believe in pervert suguru on this blog, he will do some of the nastiest things like keeping your panties in his pocket or touching you under a table.

. ۫ ۶ৎ .

˖ ࣪✧ ꘓ Shoko Ieiri ۪ ୧ switch, pleasure seeker. will honestly change depending on your preference, she's pretty chill with it. while she does have a particular love for relieving whatever stress you may harbour, she's not opposed to you putting her on her back. gets very touchy, will leave you marked up in her lipstick after quickies. not very outwardly submissive but oh can she run with that top/dom title. will use the strap on you! prefers if you scissor her though.

. ۫ ۶ৎ .

˖ ࣪✧ ꘓ Utahime Iori ۪ ୧ bottom sub. please let her be a pillow princess she's tired and stressed. also a bit inexperienced as a general so might fumble a bit but she's definitely very into it! guide her a little and she'll do whatever you want. gets a tad bit jealous which will result in her getting a bit 'assertive' with you which turns laughable once you introduce some tongue and get her legs all trembling again.

. ۫ ۶ৎ .

˖ ࣪✧ ꘓ Yuki Tsukumo ۪ ୧ TOP. DOM. look at that woman and tell me she wouldn't pin you down by the thighs. she's sooo sweet with it too, giving you little winks and croons while her fingers are being so mean between your legs. you never know what to expect with her she's beyond unpredictable. one moment you're cuddling and she's being the sweetest — the next? over her face. literally so obsessed with your pleasure ( and making you teary )

. ۫ ۶ৎ .

˖ ࣪✧ ꘓ Kento Nanami ۪ ୧ top dom. now he woudn't be opposed to you taking control if you asked him, but he prefers to be the one calling the shots. it just relaxes him you know? with that being said, his dynamic is whiplash. he's so tender and gentle . . . with his words and foreplay. the second his dick's in? your legs will be weak and he'll show you just how mean he can be — while still keeping his tender words as if he isn't re-arranging your guts. also into brat taming but he actually makes you feel a bit bad about it with the way he scolds you while bullying your cunt.

. ۫ ۶ৎ .

˖ ࣪✧ ꘓ Shiu Kong ۪ ୧ top dom and prefers to keep it that way. he's too old and tired to deal with you trying to one-up him so don't try. it will end with you on his lap while he idly smokes his cigarette and makes you do the work. that's his brat taming. why should he give you what you want when you act up? teasing bastard who lovvess making you beg for it. lazy and effortless with it until he's either got his head between your legs or you're sprawled out on his dick. and even then.

͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝

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꒰ ݁ ꫂ᭪ ꒱ 𓂃 The Scarlet String

˚₊‧꒰ა samurai.ᐟsuguru geto ﾉ empress.ᐟreader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

geto suguru, the imperial palace's head samurai, was a man of honour & no earthly attachment. but when he met you, the new bride of the emperor who didn't deserve you, suddenly attachment tethered in the form of a scarlet string. his soul to yours, but your heart never his. this could earn him the death penalty, but for you he'd suffer a thousand blades.

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˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ was a respected man of his land. having risen through the ranks after much trial and tribulation. when he walked, people bowed their heads, when he spoke, others lowered their gazes. such reputation landed him a spot as the head of samurai at the imperial's division. that's where he met you.

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who heard the gossip. the new bride, is what they called you. he guarded the palace the morning of your wedding. he'd only heard rumours about the 'delicate flower' that the emperor had plucked. the 'sweetest rain to kiss the earth'. he paid no mind, a man of his stature hardly gave into worldly desires. that was until he saw you through the curtain of the hall he guarded. but a peek, but a moment and yet — in that second, any earthly whim he had long since detached tethered into one chord. a red string. pierced straight through his heart.

The sweetest rain? No, you were the sky after a storm. The caress of the sun through the heavens, painting the bleak clouds in your splendour.

A delicate flower indeed. With your petal hand in the palm of your soon-to-be husband. Smiling brighter than any chrysanthemum he'd laid eyes on.

Suguru held his breath through the officiation. Beauty, he had beheld beauty before. You? Beauty was but a teardrop in your ocean.

Teardrops. Never would Suguru imagine anyone could bear to make an angel cry.

But he was wrong.

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who quickly discovered not every hand knows how to hold a flower and care for her petals. as the head samurai he naturally stayed around the imperial palace for extended periods of times. a decision of duty yet he couldn't help but regret every second that led him to this point when he saw you weep. cry over a man who barely deserved to look at you let alone share a bedroom with. suguru watched with passive eyes smouldering coals. a dragon statue. still, but ever as fierce whenever you attempted kindness to your new husband. when you conducted your duties and searched for affection. only to receive harsh words. even a shove — as suguru came to hear. for if it were in front of him, he might have committed great acts of treason that day.

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who realised you were far gentler than he initially assumed. you were young, full of life, untouched by the rough flames of this world. he'd noticed it more once rumours of war stirred over the land and the emperor stationed him at his beck and call. terrified of his own hubris and decisions? maybe. suguru could only roll his eyes at the emperor behind his back, but at the very least he got to be closer to you.

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who started learning your routines. for your safety, of course. he discovered you preferred the gardens in the dead of night rather than the glimmers of the morning. realised you ate once for breakfast then again for dinner. during lunch you strolled and attended to whatever duty you could put your hand in. which included the more trivial matters of your servants who attempted to shoo you. only for you to drop to your knees, beside a riverbed no less! why? to help them with clothes, of course. suguru beheld it all. your mannerisms, your habits, the kind heart he wished to hold in his hands. but what shattered him the most? the interactions with your husband. the pig that didn't deserve you.

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who rarely spoke even as he escorted you around. your gaze would sometimes drift to him, but you'd either be graced with violet eyes staring right back, or none at all. his expressions forever threw you off. even in his casual attire, there was an air of intimidation and authority. he'd noticed your attempts at conversation, he found it adorable. bless your tender soul — but he is merely a servant. a loyal devotee to his nation and the imperial palace. if you looked at him as a block of stone and steel rather than anything breathing, so be it. as long as he could stay close to you.

"You're very quiet."

Sunlight gleamed through the midnight. Such phenomena was only possible with your eyes, your smile, your voice blossoming into the cool air.

Kneeling again, this time at your flowerbeds. Chrysanthemum, tsubaki, ajisai, but the true floral splendour sat on her knees. With a smile to part the heavens and unweave every ounce of training and discipline Suguru had established.

At the foot of the garden he stood. A mighty zelkova tree rooted in his silence and still in the midnight breeze. Awoken only by your voice. You imagined his eyes raised, but Suguru's stare hadn't left you since your arrival.

"I understand if you are unable to speak." You smiled and turned back to blooms. "I just realised I've never heard your voice. Since I see you more than my husband these days, I thought it appropriate."

Your mouth caressed the word 'husband' softer. As if it were something to be revered. Or feared. Suguru couldn't pick his poison.

Unnecessary respect, that is what you gave Suguru. He is but your servant, and yet you refused to look at him. Beneath you, but you hold consideration.

You could demand he speak. Request he shout. Hell, snapped your finger and expected him to read your every wish quick, respond even quicker. But you smiled, assured, even sympathised.

In the heavy silence snowed over the garden, your nervousness fluttered like a frozen butterfly. Waiting for your wings to shatter. Whether by your own doing or the mouth that swore to protect you.

Instead, it mused.

"I was unaware my lady welcomed conversation."

Glimmers through the night, your gaze snapped to his face. Instead of stone or steel, softness greeted you. Stoic, yes, but who knew the frightful samurai lord could smile? Even if faint and solely curled at the corners.

"Well I —" and then you were stumbling. Pushing through gravity to will yourself up and fumbled over the grass in your excitement. "I assumed you were under some vow. Or something. I'm not too accustomed —"

Steel, however, manifested on your arm. No bite, no pain, steady and shielding. Your garden brimmed with all sorts of colours and varieties, but the shade of violet that stared down upon you was something you felt compelled to paint with.

"Easy." When Suguru spoke his baritone exceeded the night. He leaned over you once your stumbling form and froze you with his presence instead. Not the kind of ice that splintered. The kind that kissed, cradled.

"My only vow is to protect you, my lady." And then it was gone.

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ began speaking with you after that incident. if his lady wished for conversation then he would give it to her. his presence felt more than protective nowadays, it was pleasant. so pleasant you often pouted whenever your husband arrived and relieved suguru of his duties for the nights. thanks the heavens you wedded an emperor, yes? always busy, never around, giving you plenty of time with your new friend.

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who kept conversation to a minimal. after all, you were still high above him and he knew his place in the soil. but like a persistent gardener you weeded through this stubbornness and pulled his voice like blooming blossoms. he conceded, of course. if it was your wish for a friend then that he could be. you needed one, after all. you deserved more than that. the palace, the lands, the earth and the heavens in suguru's opinion. alas, he is but a samurai and you are the empress. his gift to you will be his devotion. you learnt suguru had two loving parents who stayed snugly in his home village and a close friend of his rank that guarded the neighbouring land. in turn he learnt you adored the fine arts and humoured you.

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who summoned every ounce of strength and perseverance one sleepless night he ventured to the gardens to find peace and instead stirred strife in his ears. you were a married woman, of course he was well aware of your . . . 'duties'. if it were your voice he heard from your private quarters, he might have found some comfort. alas it was your filthy, borish husband. getting himself off by the sounds of it. your voice? imitation. suguru knew you adored the fine arts but he never assumed such acting skills.

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who felt more than envy tugging at his heart. the red string torn through his chest coiled tight. a woman of your stature, beauty and very being should be treated with more than respect. pleasured with such bliss that she'd sleep soundlessly through the night. it seemed the emperor not only failed to handle the land properly, but you as well. it was one thing to bumble like a fool and leave other officials needing to fill in for you — but the evident need for someone else to tend to your wife? if suguru could he'd whisk you away. show you what true bliss tastes like. if the emperor isn't careful he might have to — no.

Not these thoughts.

Not these desires.

You are not some object he can whisk around in the confines of his head.

You were beauty, grace, divinity. And even his mind will serve you as such. You are the deity and he your devotee. Your image won't be tainted by his own thoughts. While he could assure your pleasure, he would never initiate.

For it was by your choice. Your decision. Your rule.

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ couldn't help the stares he held across hallways, patrols, ceremonies. whether with or without your husband. your eyes locked in the way the moon misses the sun. you always held on. a second longer, a moment more, then you'd turn. would he? never. he couldn't pry his eyes from you. especially with the faux, physical affection from the emperor. oh how your gaze would drift to his, catch his lowering to the hand on your waist, then back to your eyes. you took it for granted.

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who held his hand to help you out of carriages. who lingered his touch just a little longer. who extended his patrol hours to walk alongside you in the gardens. knelt down beside flowerbeds to aid your passion. who accidentally cornered you in a hallway when you stumbled over those clumsy feet only to be swiftly caught and spun against a wall with a quiet — "my lady, are you alright?"

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who looked to your opinion during meetings. while you were not allowed to speak, he often paid close attention to your opinion on certain topics and decisions; before voicing those himself. your husband was useless in ruling the lands in any case, so perhaps this is the heavens bestowing luck. that is if the bastard listened.

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ stood at your side first and foremost. while he was sworn to protect the emperor, during official meetings and escorts, he was at your side. the emperor never paid it any mind. you were a woman, you needed more protection, right? little did the bastard know that if danger fell, so would he. suguru's katana would serve you. not the pig that cannot cherish you. treason? perhaps, but he had been clear to you on that night in the garden. whether you realised it or not. his only vow was to protect you.

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who learnt more about you as the months went by. grew closer in a way he knew threatened boundaries. but you let him. lingering touches, longing stares — you never expected to break down in his arms one fateful morning when the night was simply too much. he became a comfort you never knew possible. he would never shun you, deny you, any rejection would surely be foolish and go against his heart's code. morals? he knows their names. but you might just make him forget.

"I'm sorry." Quivered, wilted. A drooping chrysanthemum in his arms. Forlorn from the sun's scorches and overrun with your rains of tears. Angels should never weep, yet you sobbed. Lost in his strong embrace.

"I'm sorry, Geto. I shouldn't —" at the foot of your private chambers and yet in the arms of another man. Your attempt to withdraw fell short. Stilled by a large hand cupped behind your head.

Halted in your own carelessness, but brought to life by his touch. He stroked your scalp with tenderness tethered to his fingertips in those same scarlet strings.

"Why do you apologise?" Suguru murmured atop your head. In that moment, he became your sanctuary. No longer were you an empress, or a woman married off.

You were simply, you. A delicate flower he swore to never let wither. Not like this. Never.

Calloused hands cradled your face. To you it never felt softer. Suguru remained at a distance, even with your hearts intertwining. Never would he sully your image with him: a humble servant.

"Fall upon me in your time of need. I told you," his thumb brushed over your cheekbone. Imprinting his promise.

"My only vow is to you, my lady."

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who noticed your abrupt distance. had he crossed a line that morning? if you wished for him to turn you away, you should have said something. for all his strength, he is every definition of weakness when stood before you. suguru would never approach you on it, he couldn't. it was your decision to give attention and take it. even if he missed its soft kiss on his skin. even if he longed for the song of your voice to bless his ears. you barely spoke to him, barely even looked at him.

"Have I angered you, my lady?"

At last he asked. If you wished to strike him down for such treason then so be it. But your warmth was granted to him and then left him stranded, cold. Even in the tender spring.

"Never Geto — Suguru." His name on your mouth. It was a prayer, an apology, everything he wanted yet didn't deserve. Not from you, the only being high above him.

"I simply . . . think it's best to keep my distance. For our sake. Yours."

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who couldn't understand what you meant by that but held true even when it ruined him. especially with the new hovering of your husband. were the divine laughing at him? was every god in the heavens playing some cruel joke on him? if this red string is fate, then let them cut it. but who could suguru lie to? even if the gods themselves snapped the string he'd weave it back, tether every thread with his bare hands and hook himself back to you. you were an earthly desire he couldn't relinquish, and refused to. even when you seemed to wish for such. for once, he couldn't respect your decision. not when he saw how solemn you'd become. when he bore witness to your only amplified mistreatment.

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who proved his vow true. a storm took the palace in steel and fury. an unexpected siege at the hands of the enemy. rumours of war had become a reality and suguru acted in his duty. to the emperor? no. while he commanded his fleet and fought for the palace, tore down the opposition and guarded the imperial. . . you were his priority. word had gotten out that you were taken — and suguru couldn't care less about the palace when its princess was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is she?"

Steel flushed to an opponent's throat. Eyes ablaze. Jaw set sight. The man shook, but grinned.

"My, have you grown soft, Geto?"

Suguru angled his blade. Struck the shoulder. Dug deep and spoke low. Sharper than his katana.

"Answer me and I'll leave enough of you intact for jigoku to recognise. Where. Is. She?"

˖ 𑣲 samurai geto suguru ᝰ.ᐟ✧ who could only be described as feral. he dashed for the maple forest and found the group dragging you along. tossed into a sedan and pushed around like some prize. sullied by their hands. no matter. steel bit through the air followed by shattered screams. twenty three, highly trained and enough to spark fear in probably half of suguru's men — fell to his sword in a matter of second. scarlet painted maple trees more vibrantly. each hit the floor with any hands that dared to touch you dismantled, any eye that thought it worthy of looking upon you struck, shut, stabbed. until only two stood. the samurai with his heaves and his heavy blade, flicked to the side so red scattered the floor too. he wasted no time beholding the carnage before he stood before your cowered form on the ground and hoisted you up instantly. steadying your shaky self and terrified cries. you stilled when familiar violets met you. shock, then realisation — then horror.

"Have you lost your mind!?"

Your cry painted every leaf redder. "The palace is under siege! Go — return at once, protect —"

Hands steeled tight on your shoulders. Soaked in the same scarlet. Nothing in comparison to the string that shone through the bleary night. Shimmered, strung, secure. Between you. Him. Only now visible to your eye.

Rain soaked the land. Poured into the red and washed it from the leaves, the ground, his clothes — but not the string.

"My only vow." Suguru's whisper shook violently in its shout. Refinement bled from his fingertips that held tight. Trembled you in his firm hold. He never meant to rattle you. But the quakes of his heart, his soul, seeped into his hands. Thunder crashed, so did his voice. Never raised, but fierce. Able to still the storm.

"Is to you."

As any sinner would, he allowed his hands to wander. To your face, to cradle, to caress. He flushed you into him. Uncaring of the rain, the blood, the tremor in your body. What did it matter when you melted into him?

"When will you understand that?" Croaked, paired with the thunder. You're shook again. Gentler. The man you knew, unweaved and unravelled before your very eyes. "When will you understand that my devotion is to you — and only—"

His soaked hair kissed your skin as he jerked forward. Violets frazzled, whirled and wild like the storm. His clothes bled into yours. Breaths stilled with yours. Heart beat with yours.

Can't you feel how it shattered for you? How it soared for you? Were his eyes not enough, would you rather his blood as a sign? His soul is already yours. Take the rest of his being. Him, every fibre he'd built through the years.

It didn't matter when it came to you.

"Only you."

Suguru breathed. Lashes soaked in the rain and stroking yours. Body, mind, soul, linked in this endless, agonising scarlet string he couldn't strike, cut, split. Never. He'd never.

Forbidden. His lips inched yours. Every year of training, down the drain. Every stature of his being, torn away by you. Restraint, resolve, refinement, it rinsed away with the rain.

One inch.

One touch.

That's all he needed.

It's all you wouldn't allow.

"Suguru."

You cried when you wished to kiss. You withdrew when all you wanted was to wait. Hold. Lose yourself to his lips, his touch, his love. . . love?

The red string bled. He stiffened.

"I can't." An apology to him or the heavens? He'll never know. Not with the way you still clung to him or the cracks in your eyes. Still held onto his, still fixed. Pleading, wanting, but denying. "I can't. I'm wed. I'm the emperor's wife. I am married. I cannot."

The storm cleared overhead, but not in violets. Rain continued its vast downpour, but now the heat of his body felt cold as he stared. Searching for an answer, for you, the true you hidden in the depths of yourself. The you he saw in the garden. The you he held.

The flower he adored. Now withered. Unsure.

"If you can even call that a marriage." His hand pushed to your cheek, cupped you with a gentleness you never knew. "If you could even call that disgusting pig a husband —" it's the first time his voice raised. And that's when he realised.

He broke code. He shattered tradition. Painted over it with ink of his own desire — no.

His own heart.

And as he stood there. Rooted like that same zelkova before the chrysanthemum he should have never touched, never tainted, only observed from afar. He understood that he was no longer that tree. But a blade of grass. Whispered through the wind. Wilting.

To his own soul.

"As you wish, my lady." He murmured. Even when it was his eyes that plead, wanted. Still, he denied.

His touch slipped from your skin. Arm dangled at his side, together with the string. Weighed heavy between two hearts that knew better. Or did they? Was is that they knew too well?

That fate wasn't a kiss in the rain.

"Forgive this servant for thinking otherwise."

But cruel.

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˖ 𑣲 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖

⤿ ꒰ they need you but you're not there ⭒ angst ⭒ suguru & lisse are going through depression ⭒ death mention in shoko's ⭒ reader being toxic ⭒ f.reader ⭒ part 2 ꒱

featuring ᝰ.ᐟ✧ satoru ⭒ suguru ⭒ nanami ⭒ shoko ⭒ yuki ⭒ enari ⭒ lisse

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. ۫ᯓᡣ𐭩 satosugu ✧ f reader ˚₊‧꒰ა pick a favourite ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

˖ ꯴ ⌇ you left with suguru, but that doesn't mean satoru doesn't try to give you attention whenever he drops by. ꒰ brat taming ˖ fingering ˖ overstim ˖ threesome ꒱

"Oh sweetheart, what happened?"

At the sound of your saviour, you flinched. Wrists strained by some curse that took the shape of binds, leaving you helpless in your nudeness on your shared bed.

Bandages come face-to-face with you. From behind them, you could tell those bright blue eyes stared at you with sadism that didn't reach his faux sympathetic smile. Satoru crooked his head to the violent buzz between your trembled thighs.

His six eyes caught the culprit. A bullet vibrator shoved against your sweetspot. Lowest possible setting to keep you on edge, but never truly push you over.

"Was someone a brat again? Pissed Suguru off?" The bed dipped under his knee as his height leaned over you. You nodded into his palm on your cheek and nuzzled with teary eyes.

"I didn't, promise. . ." What a hiccuped lie. "He's so sooo mean, help toru, please?" You flashed him your most pathetic look. Batting damp lashes and trembled your lips into a pout.

His low hum killed your hope, but cold fingers tracing below your tummy lit it right up again. Your weak hips bucked and you put on your prettiest whine for him.

Suguru might have been a pleasure witholder, but Satoru knew other ways to leave you begging for forgiveness. It's why he lets his hand venture, lets his thumb and ring finger split your folds so his in index and middle can rub slow fingers on your clit.

You sobbed and jerked up into the touch, so he pressed down firmer. The swirls taking a fluid rhythm pitched your moans. "Please — oh please."

"Aww my poor girl. So neglected." Cold kisses felt like fire as he laved them down your neck. Reverent around the mean hickies and bites Suguru left in his frustration. "Gotta tell Sugu to be nicer to my girl huh? Her pussy's too pretty for this."

He swapped his fingers for a thumb and rubbed vertically. A firm, quick stroke that fluttered your poor cunt. Clenching around nothing but the tiny vibrator.

"T-Toru - toru need, need your fingers, please. Pleaseplease."

"Yeah?

A finger slipped in, searching for the buzzing device. His kisses peppered to your face. "Tell me whose your favourite then sweetheart. C'mon."

Was this a trap? You didn't care. Your hips bucked up in another pitiful stutter and you whimpered with a frantic nod. "You - you, it's you - hngh!" In a fluid motion the vibrator was discarded and two long fingers fucked into the gummy bundle of nerves instead.

Satoru grinned and caught your keen between his tongue and teeth. Kissing you almost as fervently as his fingers ploughed your clenching cunt. Spraying your juices and cream all over your jerky thighs.

"Mhhm? Say it again, whose your favourite?"

"You - ! Y-You - you toru, you're my fa - favourite fuckk."

Your tummy taught and your pussy fluttered. No warnings, only a depraved whine as you stuttered up into his pistoning hand and squirted all over. Heat flooding your lungs and cunt in endless streams.

Not once did his pace break. Overstimulation sent your body into squirms and useless escape attempts. "Satoru, Sat - hngh - toruu waiiitt. I can't—"

"Can't?" He crooned, crooking his fingers cruelly to hear you cry. "I'm just givin' you what you want. Just bein' your favourite."

"Favourite huh? My."

You cracked open your teary eyes. Shock drained the pleasure for only a second but you quickly went back to whining when Suguru's rough fingers squeezed around your jaw. Your head's forced back to meet glaring violet eyes.

"That so, brat? Don't give you what you want so you go back to the bastard?" Your nipple fell victim to his rough pinch and you whimpered slurred apologies.

"Oh c'mon Sugu, our girl can't help it if she misses me, huh sweetheart?" Satoru cast you a wink then grinned to the glaring Suguru, who only huffed and leaned over you. The robes of his kesa draped on your heated skin as he pressed a sloppy, sideways kiss to your opened mouth.

"Careful, Satoru." He crooned, deep enough to stutter Satoru's fingers between your gummy walls. "Let's not forget who she chose, hmm?"

It's Satoru's turn to glare. He huffed and ducked to flatten his tongue on your thobby clit and lathe up roughly, groaning at your little keen and second squirt around his fingers.

"Whatever. We'll see who she prefers by the end of the night."

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[sweethearticism]

˚₊‧꒰ა suguru geto ﾉ princess .ᐟ reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ as the jujutsu high's one & only therapist, post-defection, suguru starts attending your therapy sessions. but for the sake that you hold every sorcerer's weakness, rather than actual help. you refuse him — so he refuses your needy body. ꒰ ᡣ𐭩 ꒱ secret meetings ˖ smut ˖ fingering ˖ oral ˖ dirty talk ˖ orgasm denial ˖ 0.7k

໒꒱ ‧₊˚ eden, oh he's soooo awful ⌇ requested

"How - how about we talk about if our methods from last week helped or not first?"

"I've got a method that helps real good, princess."

You moaned as his lips lathed down your neck. Heated, slow, in every spot he knew best. How his large hands squished you thighs between them as if they were meant to be there as he propped you up on the desk.

Suguru Geto, one of the most notorious curse users. He shouldn't even be in your office, let alone between your legs. He mapped out your body as if he hadn't kissed every inch of your skin and bounced you on his lap last week. His eager mouth scoured for something new, something familiar, while nimble fingers slipped behind to unclasp your bra.

Your gaze lowered to the floor. What were you doing? You knew why he was here, no matter how many times his fingers and tongue spelt other reasons. Your body was only a bonus to his much bigger goal.

You're jolted with a hand wrapped tight around your jaw. He shoved you back so that your eyes collided like stars, like your heated lips and his coiling tongue that sought to ruin you for all you're worth.

Whines poured against him and he drank them all greedily. Together with his hand that slipped beneath your skirt and palmed over slowly soaking panties.

"Oh princess," he groaned. Once parted, your shared saliva strung in sinful strings. Connected to his silver snake bite piercings grazing the front of your throat. "So wet already. Look forward to this, don't you?"

You could only whimper as two fingers nudged your clothed slit. Slow massages urged your back into an arch. Magnetic, that's what he was. Taking your body, your pleasure and dignity with him.

Hips bucked once, twice, and he soothed you with his palm flattened over your trembling cunt. Tender little rubs broken by a snapping slap. You jolted, whimpered and he sucked another hickey into your skin. A reminder for you tonight.

"Look at her," your panties gave way to a tug, strewn tight to the side as he wriggled two fingers in. Each pulse urged his fingers deeper, inch by inch, until he shallowly fucked your needy hole around his knuckle. "Poor girl wants something she's never even had yet. Yeah? Want my dick, pretty?"

He's not talking to you. Every lewd slew is directed to your squelching, weeping pussy. Quivered and spluttering with every crux, every rub into that one, devastating spot.

"Mhhm? She's tellin' you to hurry up. Hurry up and give me what I want so I can give it to her."

"I — can't."

You fisted on his hair with a croak. Sobs weighed on the back of your tongue as you stuttered into his fingers. Like a cruel god, with you as the pitiful, desperate devotee. "Please - please Sugu - can't."

How you needed it. Needed him. Heat flooded every nerve. Flowed with every clench and squirt. You stained his hand, hoped to stain his dick, hoped he'd give it to you after ten sessions and counting.

"Need it s'bad. Suguru-!"

"Oh princess."

His tongue clicked against your skin. Your gummy walls clenched tight, as if you could keep him there. You knew that tone, knew the consequences — but you still whined when his fingers slowly withdrew, taking your pleasure with them.

You anchored on his hair, tugged again with your prettiest teary eyes and softest begs. Alas Suguru had already made up his mind. Dark strands ducked between your thighs and slow, taunting kisses laid over your clit in a sadistic trail down your slit.

"Sorry pretty," he groaned into your sweet cunt, tongue lazily tracing along the opening. Apologetic, faux. "Gonna have t'leave you again. Princess is bein' a fucking brat."

One last shmack! filled the room before he snapped your panties back into place and fixed the rest of your clothes. Every smoothed out crease promised he'd do it again - and again, until you finally gave in.

"Suguru . . ." You cried.

Your lips were sealed with a finger and a chaste smooch to your cheek. He withdrew with your taste still fresh on his clicking tongue. Abandoning you over your desk. For the warm wood to comfort your aching need instead.

"No can do pretty. Come talk to me when you change your mind, hmm?"

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[sweethearticism]

. ۫ᯓᡣ𐭩 suguru geto ˚₊‧꒰ა secret meetings ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

˖ ꯴ ⌇ “ 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 '𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 ”

you tell yourself that visiting suguru post-defection is purely to convince him to come back.

it's definitely not because he's got you sprawled over a mahogany desk as though it's an altar and worshipping you like a god.

his tongue's a sin, his fingers a crime. they pump into your syrupy walls and spill sticky slick all over the wood and his palm. your sweet juices catch on the draped sleeves of his robes and suddenly, he decides they're his new favourite.

"oh princess, how're they treating my girl back there? poor pussy's crying s'much. you neglecting her?"

two digits curl into a heather on a gummy spot he knew expertly. he grins at the squelch and spill — unable to decide if your teary face or weeping cunt is what he should focus on. he decides the latter, only in favour of swooping down to press a chaste kiss atop your clit.

you squeeze your eyes shut and squirm back when his lips wrap around the throbbing bud. sucking down and trapping it like his free hand does your thigh the more you try to escape him.

violet hues cut over to you through dark lashes. "nuh-uh, c'mon darling. don't run from it."

his fingers part with a lewd squelch! before he smacks an open palm on your gushing slit, grinning at your jolt. "missed me s'much. don't deprive her."

suguru's mouth and fingers swap position, thumbing on your clit while he tongue-fucks you into a helpless arch. his hair becomes your sanctuary, his name becomes your blasphemy. you shouldn't be here. shouldn't be here spread and needy for him. a mass murderer, a manipulator — and the only man who could make you squirt.

"s-sugu - please. please - 'm cumming -"

he kisses around your wetness and then shoves his face in. suffocating on your scent and flicking your clit in frantic horizontal strokes. "yeah you are," his deep groan vibrates into your wetness as he raggedly breaths. like a man starved. a sinner parched. "cause only I can do this yeah? been years and your sweet cunt's still loyal to me."

you fight back tears. pleasure? pain? you don't know — you don't care, not with the coil in your gut and the insatiable combination of finger and tongue. you miss waking up to this. miss falling asleep like this. but for a moment, it's all yours.

you fist on his silky hair and toss your head back. roughly grind your hips up into his face and gloss him over in your slick as an orgasm ripples through you with a rasped: "sugu! s-suguruu oh god —"

"mhhm." is all he slurs into your mess. slurping you up like the sweetest nectar as he messily, meanly circles the oversensitive nub. he'll exchange for another shove of his fingers and greedy laps on your cum.

"that's right. yeah, 'm your god. fuck, pussy knows it so well."

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[sweethearticism]

Saw ur headcanons yes give me brat taming suguru who’s so mean but praises u for taking it when u submit

𐔌 𖹭 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 ˖ ࣪✧

ᡴꪫ. mean suguru & brat taming, fingering, choking 𖹭 f. reader ˖ ࣪ꮽ˳

˖ ࣪ 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. ۫ ۶ৎ idk if this was a request but I got inspo so anw here !

"did I say you could squirm?"

the sharp shmack! to your wetness echoes through the room. your pussy throbs at the aftermath, slick from two carelessly fingers that stuff along your slit. so quick to rub on your clit and pinch the pathetic pearl until your face hangs into the mess of sheets. until you sob, jerk your hips back and splutter so pitifully.

" 'm sorry - sorry sugu - please."

another sharp spank. you whimper at the cool metal of silver rings that grazes over your sopping folds as he returns to his long-winded strokes. "oh you'll be sorry. fucking brat." the hand in your hair abandons for your jaw instead. long fingers encase you tight, a clamp of his authority. suguru yanks you back into him with only a cruel grin.

"slutty lil' pussy doesn't seem so sorry right now." his huffs to your ear send shivers down your spine. heat pools around your thighs. they clench, trap his mean hand. he reprimands with a sharp bite to your ear. "look at her."

two fingers wriggle their way through the tight expanse. feeling for treasure troves he already knows by heart. calloused pads curl into a gummy patch which sends your eyes fluttered back. another whimper. this time you earn his thumb shoved into your lips. to pacify your pitiful whines — or perhaps, to spill your drool all over.

his wrist falls into rhythm. chasing squelches and symphonies your spilling cunt offers eagerly. slick coats his palm in seconds. violet eyes grow in their greed. how he wishes to shove you down and pull your thighs back onto his face. swallow your nectar and fuck you on his tongue like an addict.

"sugu . . . suguru," you attempt. your gulp follows the stroke of his palm now on your throat. "s'rough, baby." there you go, squirming again. your hips knock forward into the bed's edge. you bite back a smile. that bratty little smile that meets the sheets when his hand returns to your hair.

not a word. his hand does all the talking. two fingers become three and soon your poor pussy is the victim of your brattiness. his thumb joins the mix, your clit's caught in the crossfire. when your thighs try to clench his legs split yours open in a steel lock.

"no you don't," suguru's glower meets an all-time-low. not once does he meet a beat. every plunge of his fingers attacks another sweet spot. spills more arousal over his palm and splatters the floor on impact. you'll be standing in a puddle soon. "don't even thing about it. you're gonna take it. bratty whores take it and don't fucking complain."

oh, you have him now. the second his tone switches to that deep, dark cadence, you know you're in for it. there's no fighting him when your juices cause a scene. splash the floor and the sheets. once - twice - thrice — until you sob.

no reprieve when he shoves you further up the mattress. shoves your shirt over your tits fucks you back onto his cock. it only took a wet pop! before your sweet cunt welcomes every vein, every bump and throb. one slow pump, maybe two - and then you're mouthing the sheets and lost in the onslaught.

squirming is pointless. you learnt that after the first few battered thrusts. surely the backs of your thighs will be bruised by him. suguru doesn't care. it's just another reminder for your bratty pussy.

one hand in your hair to keep your head shoved. he didn't need to look at you. not when your mouth and sloppy heat make up for it all. the feral smacks of skin join the sinful symphony. you're spilling. gushing, even. all while your body becomes a canvas to his other rough hand. pinches to your nipple, flicks to your clit. he paints sin across your skin, evidence together with his biting mouth and sucking lips.

you're down in a prone before you know it. fisting the pillow. eyes glossy and rolled to the ceiling. his thrusts shallow into a merciless hump as he milks another orgasm from your swollen cunt. you can't bear any more squirting, so instead you bubble cream to splatter his ravaging cock.

"fuck, there she is," he croons. there's that satisfying limp he's been waiting for. with a bicep round your throat, he's able to nudge your head up a bit. he crooks over you, haughty violets drinking in your debauchery. "there's my pretty fucked-out whore - hah - there's m'good girl."

a sloppy, heated kiss is your reward. messy, drool catching, controlling. all while his cock continues to bully you into further submission. strains and stretches your walls. creams you full until you slur and whine in agreement with him.

"yeah, I know baby, I know," he smooches your cheek in a grunt. "doing s'good for me. pretty girl. prettiest bratty pussy. just for me."

because at the end of the day, suguru knows what you want; a rough loving and mean tongue to quell your bratty fervour.

͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝

[sweethearticism]

꒰ ݁ ꫂ᭪ ꒱ 𓂃 Heart Eaters Event

featuring ᝰ.ᐟ✧ 。。。“ i could cure your disease ”

˚₊‧꒰ა unrequited.ᐟ suguru geto ﾉ f. reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you followed suguru in his path of bloodshed. your heart yearned for his, for a simple “ i love you ”, but his words were deceit, and you were dying for him. literally.

broadcast ᝰ.ᐟ✧ hanahaki au, bloody descriptions, reader death, heavy angst 𓂃 wc ⌇ 1.0k

sweetheart host ᝰ.ᐟ✧ inspired this after luu's lovely hanahaki smau, hope i did it justice hehe. art cred ⌇ neauchimonai (twt)

Suguru never loved you. He loved what you could do for him.

The truth bloomed in your mind another sleepless night. Rest rarely came to you in this temple. Your own doing. You sacrificed sleep for his splendour. Laid your heart on an altar and waited for him to take it into adoring hands.

One month after Suguru's defection. That's all it took. But what was one month to three years of loving him? He needed you more than ever, you told yourself.

The line between selfless and selfish was thin. You walked it with one leg dangling on either side.

You did this for him, you told yourself.

You did this for yourself, another whispered.

For him, for you, no— for both. Out of your love for him you trailed his path of bloodshed. From that same love birthed the insatiable desire to see it in his eyes. Feel it in his hands. To hear him say those three words.

Perhaps I love you was favour above the rest of his followers. Maybe I love you was him calling on you first and foremost. Was I love you actually, "my most faithful ally, whatever will I do without you?"

Your mind believed such. Your heart called it a fool. Three words, four letters, hell— Suguru had never uttered either. Whatever 'display of devotion' you deluded yourself with would only bloom more ache in your chest.

Swelled in your chest, thorned on your lungs, climbing up your throat, choked— on petals. Sweet, scourging, suffocating petals.

Suguru never loved you. And it was killing you.

"I can't do this anymore." You dared to enter his private chambers. Interrupted his calligraphy. Black ink became scarlet streaks. Suguru's gaze gawked at your stumbling form.

Shoulders shaking, tears pouring, knees quaking. And cupped in your hands? Petals. Bloodied, brutal petals. As if you murdered a flower and brought him the remains.

He was no fool. Not like you. He knew what those flowers meant. Knew what your shaky hands smearing petals and blood all over kesa meant too. How you limped into him and sobbed your heart out in an array of violent coughs.

"I can't— be here. Can't do this. I'm . . ." You heaved. "Sorry. I'm sorry Suguru." Your nails dug at the fabric, then tore away. Away. You needed to get away.

"Wait." He urged.

"You're killing me." You sobbed.

No matter how hard you tried, Suguru was stronger than you in this moment. He always was. Your body limped into his. A poor, wilted rose in his embrace. Lowering you to the floor with him, Suguru cupped your scalp.

His voice. God, not his voice. Not drawled in your ear; just like the first time you fell for him. That fateful day in the schoolyard. "Where will you go? Why?"

You croaked. "Anywhere but here. I'm dying, Suguru. I'm dying, I'm sorry, I'm in love with you."

Each phrase so different, but not to you. Three merged into one, aching reality. Your head slumped on his shoulder and he shushed you with croons.

"Why do you apologise?"

"Because you. . . you don't love me. But I love you. I'm sorry."

"Whatever made you believe that?"

You froze. Wilting became a wish. Hope. In his words, in the tender palms cupping your face to steer you to him. Calloused thumbs were silky strokes on your cheekbones. Softer lips caressed your temple.

"I love you." Suguru whispered into your hair. Promised. Convinced. "I love you. I have always loved you." Long fingers laced with yours. Another promise.

No, clinging. "That's why I need you." The only truth. "You can't leave now, darling, I need you more than ever."

"You . . . love me?"

"I do."

"Then why am I—"

Another mouthful of petals. Coughed into his lying hands. He brushed them away, together with another stream of your tears. "Because your mind convinced you otherwise."

Your face was cradled again so that you looked at him. Your saviour. Your Suguru. Who smiled down upon you. An idol to his most valued devotee.

Not a darling.

Not a lover.

"We'll fix this." He promised. Lips fell upon yours. Taking both blood and nectar with. You tore shaky hands into his silky strands and sobbed into his mouth.

"Suguru, I love you."

"I love you too, darling."

The line between vows and lies was thin. Suguru strayed on the latter.

Truly, how could he love you? He loved what you could do for him, loved that you were his most devoted follower. Loyal, powerful, and hopelessly a sheep. He couldn't let you go. Playing pretend for the sake of keeping you around was a noble sacrifice.

What more could he ask for? You'd be alive and able. So he'd 'love' you, because he needed you.

While your mind danced to strings of his lies, your heart caught in the web. There was no fixing you. No lie could balm over the wounds struck across your lungs and bruises on your throat. No amount of kisses, hugs and faux holds could ever snip the thorny bush claiming your heart. Thorns around your ribcage, your chest cavity. Petals up your oesophagus, staining your tongue.

Blood. Flowers. A murder scene. His homicide.

He killed you. As you laid there in his arms, months after his first lie spun. Here you were. A delicate rose caught in the web. Strangled. Suffocating.

" . . . Suguru."

Sobbing.

"Sshh. . . I have you. I've got you."

Until the end he fed you honeyed poison. Dripped into your gaping mouth stuffed with a hundred roses. White, stained red, smeared with his deceit.

"S-Su . . . Sh— . . . ugu . . ."

"I love you."

Hoisted closer to his heart. He listened to yours fade. Watched your eyes dull. Your grip fade. No longer did you wilt. You withered. Broken, bruised and bloodied in his arms. The same ones he cradled you in as he lied.

Still, he lied.

"I love you." Voice hoarse. Eyes blank. He drew you closer. Dark hair looming a broken halo over your pale face. Still adoring. Still devoted. Even in death.

He murdered a flower. And lied to her remains.

"I love you."

"I love you."

"I love you."

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[sweethearticism]

˖ 𑣲 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖

⤿ ꒰ their reaction to you telling them it was just a joke ⭒ part 1 ⭒ heavy angst ⭒ reader injured w lisse ⭒ reader being toxic ⭒ f.reader ꒱

featuring ᝰ.ᐟ✧ satoru ⭒ suguru ⭒ nanami ⭒ shoko ⭒ yuki ⭒ enari ⭒ lisse

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[sweethearticism]

˖ 𑣲 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 .ᐟ ੭ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 ₊ ꒱

˖ ꯴ ⌇ “ it's not nice to pick on the weak. ”

˚₊‧꒰ა 🍓. fluff⭒🎀. angst⭒🍒. smut⭒🪷. dark⭒🍰. misc ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

. ۫ᯓᡣ𐭩 SERIES .ᐟ

₍ 𓈒 🍓 ՞ ₎ ... stress relief

⤿ ꒰ suguru has a biting problem⭒ f.reader. ꒱

₍ 𓈒 🍒 ՞ ₎ ... clit obsessed

⤿ ꒰ he's sooo obsessed with your clit ⭒ mean.ᐟsuguru ⭒ f.reader. ꒱

₍ 𓈒 🪷 ՞ ₎ ... so much for forever, huh .ᐣ

⤿ ꒰ he thought you'd love him forever. even in death. so why are you with satoru now? yk, his best friend? how could you ⭒ yandere.ᐟsuguru ⭒ gn.reader ꒱

₍ 𓈒 🍒 ՞ ₎ ... brat tamer

⤿ ꒰ he's so mean when you act out ⭒ mean.ᐟsuguru ⭒ f.reader ꒱

₍ 𓈒 🍒 ՞ ₎ ... secret meetings

⤿ ꒰ you visit him post-defection ⭒ ex lovers ⭒ f.reader ꒱

₍ 𓈒 🍒 ՞ ₎ ... therapeutic

⤿ ꒰ he tries to worm information about other sorcerers out of you. you deny him, so he returns the favour ⭒ defected suguru ⭒ princess .ᐟ reader ꒱

[sweethearticism]

·˚꒰ 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚'𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒔 𖹭 𝒋𝒋𝒌 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒖 ꒱ ₊˚ˑ

“ seduce, kiss and destroy. sounds about right. ”

͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝

𐔌 𖹭 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨﹕˖ ࣪ꮽ˳ tokyo, japan's bustling capital. from neon-lit skyscrapers to historic temples. but what hides in these dazzling lights? masked by the beauties & glamour, the underground bustles much like its city. keep your eyes from the cracks between the dark alleyways. look too long & you might just be pulled in. a world of crime, money & sin where tokyo's districts are split amongst syndicates. there are no gods here. only the blade, the bullet & occasionally — a kiss. ˖ ࣪ꮽ˳cw : violence, death, traumatic back stories

ᡴꪫ. crime syndicate : well organized and structured group with a clear leadership corps, which is involved in different criminal activities.

𐚁๋࣭ there are still characters to be added for this au

𐚁๋࣭ requests are opened for this au

𐔌 character information 𖹭 syndicate information ˖ ࣪✧

˖ ࣪✧ ꘓ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 ୧

𐔌 𖹭 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 ˖ ࣪✧

𐚁๋࣭ Alias: The Six Eyes 

𐚁๋࣭ Power: kinetic energy manipulation and advanced perception

Leader of the Gojo syndicate, a cocky, flirtatious bastard who has more grins than time for meetings. 

Often leaves people scratching their heads when they first meet him. Surely such a clown couldn’t run one of the most brutal syndicates of Tokyo? Unfortunately for most, underestimation is what Satoru relies on. To see the look of horror and realisation flash before his enemy’s eyes is what truly gives him a kick. 

A combination of powers and weaponry. Prefers guns over most other weapons, particularly his trusty pistols and revolvers. 

Incredibly charming, this is the second face he puts on other than the chaos. The effortless nature is what many come to grow agitated with, another kick of is. Eliciting reactions.

Born the strongest in terms of power, the elders of his syndicate latched onto him despite the other heirs. Satoru was raised under the cruel, strict ways of his syndicate. His older cousin, Enari, attempts to shield him from this as much as possible, as he saw a kind boy who couldn’t fathom the idea of causing harm. At the age of 21, Satoru is given an ultimatum by the elders. Kill the rebellious Enari as his last task to become the syndicate leader. While he pointed the gun at his cousin, Satoru snapped and shot every elder in the room, with repetitive shots fired to their grandfather who long since bled out. Leaving Enari to console him, and the syndicate to their hands. 

While he attempted to change some ways of the Gojo syndicate, it would seem that he is simply too far gone in some aspects. The boy who wished to protect has stained his hands with red, and now has a taste for blood. 

Deep down he does yearn for something normal. Unfortunately, the responsibility is on his head now, and with it comes its weight. This is all he knows.

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𐔌 𖹭 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑬𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊 𖹭 original character ˖ ࣪✧

𐚁๋࣭ Alias: White Jasmine

𐚁๋࣭ Power: gravitational manipulation

Co-head of the Gojo syndicate, a pretty, appearance-oriented man whose elegance and bloodshed knows no bounds.

Beauty and grace is what most associate Enari with, but even angels can burn the world around them. While he is often referred to as the more serene of the two, when compared to Satoru, he is anything but.

Enari’s carnage is contained, elegant. There is a beauty to violence, and so he holds his tachi with such.

Ample times cunning, but charismatic and teaming with charm. Many find themselves falling victim to his alluring ways, a fatal mistake on their parts. He can often be considered dramatic to those that know him well. Theatrical, even.

As the eldest of his generation. Enari should have been the heir to the Gojo syndicate. However, when his youngest cousin was born with a technique far beyond his, the title moved to him. Rather than feel envy, Enari worried for Satoru and the pressures he would face at the hands of the elders. Already struggling to keep his other cousins and younger brother above the cruel ways of their syndicate, he found himself exhausted in his efforts. He rebelled the most and protected the others as most he can, often taking blame and punishment. This in turn is what comes back to bite Enari later as the overwork and trauma shatters his mind. When the elders give Satoru their ultimatum, he fully expects his cousin to shoot him. To his horror, Satoru turns the gun on their elders. Leaving him to wretch it from his hand once his cousin repetitively shoots their grandfather. All he can do is hold the boy he promised to protect, now a man with blood on his hands and lost forever.

Enari feels immense guilt for not being able to shield the youngers. As such he swears to keep them safe now, as the co-head. His protectiveness can lead to complications, but they all respect and love him regardless.

Unfortunately, his mind will continue to shatter and splinter. As the point above has him turning into the very people he loathed. He holds himself up with appearances and beauty, when in reality, he is beyond fragmented. By duty and love.

ᡴꪫ. other members: nanami kento, gojo tsukichi, gojo yutaka

. ۫ ۶ৎ .

˖ ࣪✧ ꘓ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑫𝒂𝒉𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 ୧

𐔌 𖹭 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 ˖ ࣪✧

𐚁๋࣭ Alias: Cursed Tongue

𐚁๋࣭ Power: shadow puppetry

Leader of the Black Dahlia syndicate, a silver-tongued conman with serenity in one hand and unspeakable cruelty in the other.

It’s a general rule amongst people in this world to not invoke Suguru’s anger. Many, including other syndicate leaders, fear and respect him. Especially well known for his eerily accurate aim.

While he is known for his intellect and perception, Suguru’s malice is what earns him his titles. His cruelty knows no bounds. It would seem limits are not known to the torturous playground that is his mind. He’s hardly one to forgive easily.

Suguru is one of few known child mercenaries, and was a member of the Crimson Circle. His mother, a member often discriminated against, tried her utmost hardest to keep her boy safe, alas, he was victim to the system and their cruel ways. To him, love became to hit when angry and to threaten when irritated. Through this brutal upbringing, he would eventually come to lose his beloved mother and thus spiralled off into the deep end. Swearing vengeance, Suguru worked his way up the ranks, tirelessly training and breaking an already splintered mind. After many years of planning, blood, sweat and tears, he would slaughter the former syndicate leader along with their higher-ups at the age of 19. The syndicate came under his rule and was renamed The Black Dahlia. Under his rule, the syndicate rose to the top and earned its respect, overtaking the districts Harajuku & Aoyama from the Gojo syndicate; earning them the fear factor.

While Suguru achieved his goal, at the end it cost him his sanity. Many look up to him as an example of determination and prowess without quite understanding the horrors it took to get there. He refuses to be viewed as weak as he was during his upbringing, which births a ruthless sadistic being eager to do whatever it takes to remain in control.

. ۫ ۶ৎ .

𐔌 𖹭  𝑰𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒌𝒐 ˖ ࣪✧

𐚁๋࣭ Alias: Plague Doctor

𐚁๋࣭ Power: healing, wound manifestation

Blunt and unbothered, even with her cigarette stained in blood. The Co-head of the Black Dahlia syndicate runs a red reputation for beauty and danger.

While she tends to stay out of the public, Shoko’s name hardly leaves syndicate circles. For the few times she is spotted is enough to earn terror. Her uncaring attitude translates especially to her acts of bloodshed.

Some might mistake Shoko as worse than Suguru, with the unhinged way in which she holds herself. Not many can challenge her intellect and often fall victim to her riddle ultimatum. She has a certain knack for mind games and mental rouses. She prefers no weapons, her frightful technique does all the damage she needs.

Cruel is far from what she was, however, Shoko learnt that such means are necessary to survive in the world. After losing her family after a deal gone bad between her father and The Crimson Circle, Shoko was the only one left alive around the age of 14. The syndicate decides to hook the last surviving member into their adolescent training programme, as a testament to her ‘will to survive’. It is here that she meets Geto Suguru, a man she loathed for his willingness to commit to the system. Shoko would soon learn it’s an eat or be eaten world. After discovering that Suguru also lost his mother to this syndicate, she vows to aid him in his goal. His right hand until the very end, she greatly aided the man and earned herself the title of Co-head.

While she considers herself successful, by taking control of the very thing that took everything from her, Shoko suffers with the gruelling realisation that she has lost a vital part of herself. She copes with this by delving further. She is a survivor after all, and so she shall claw her way to a happiness she can never attain.

Emptiness is all she feels at the end. She seeks to fill the numbness with the thrill of fear.

ᡴꪫ. other members: tsukumo yuki, iori utahime

. ۫ ۶ৎ .

˖ ࣪✧ ꘓ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 ୧

𐔌 𖹭 𝑳𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒏 𖹭 original character ˖ ࣪✧

𐚁๋࣭ Alias: Sword of Damocles

𐚁๋࣭ Powers: fear observation and illusion

Serenity itself, the seemingly humble leader of the Nightfall syndicate fools many with his calm smile and kind eyes.

Known for his scarily calm nature even in the face of horrors, Shuilin carries himself with his syndicate’s signature: pride. The polite exterior hardly drops as threats leave his mouth. True power is not shown but demonstrated. The red in his ledger spells it out clearly.

Some consider him merciful, a mistake on their parts really. Patience is his true virtue. Through keen observation and careful calculation, one can gain the upper hand of their opponent. Fear is his greatest weapon of all, along with the ability to twist it. Fear is what runs the underground and feeds this serpent.

The second-youngest of his generation, Shuilin was displeased to hear he was the only suitable heir for his syndicate. Everyone does things that they are not proud of. Throughout his life, Shuilin has done several. His attempts at being a good person all ran dry the more he rose in rank. Change the system, is what he sought. Alas, once at the top, he quickly realised it’s simply impossible. He took the syndicate by force, or so he says. His father held the gun to his own head, demanded he pulled the trigger. It was a must, after all. Isn’t this what he wanted? To change the system? All his life he tried to escape the notion of leading this clan. Completely unbeknownst that he proved his father right in the end: he was the rightful heir. The blood on his hands sickens him, but all he can do is lead what he promised himself to.

His guilty conscious is what keeps him going. He promises to uphold his syndicate’s values in the only way he knows how. Should his older siblings attempt to threaten his position, he swiftly reminds them whose hands murdered their father and took the title as leader.

ᡴꪫ. other members: liáng fènhuá, liáng jīnlán, liáng tàixīn, liáng líanlí, shiu kong 

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𐔌 𖹭 next up﹕˖ ࣪ꮽ˳ : syndicate information 

[sweethearticism]

Hi baby 🥺

You know why I’m here 👹

Gosh all these changes and the READER POSTS? I’ve been saying it but fucking hell, it’s beautiful 🥺 maybe not so much a req but I certainly had an idea

a little something for princess reader.

Having a therapy session with suguru ( who went there willingly but not for the reasons he should 😞 ) in hopes to try and convert reader to his side. With all the valuable knowledge she has on other sorcerer’s weaknesses and vulnerabilities. However. Of course princess is more than a smart girl. He’ll have to dive muuuuuch deeper into her mind to get her to nudge just a little bit. Surely some gaslighting and manipulation will do the trick.

Unfortunately for reader, he knows how to push all those buttons. He knows she’s tired, he could be her little safe haven ( for a price ). Session ends up getting a bit messy with a heavy makeout and just before it gets to anything else. Oh no, the timer rings, and suguru chuckles, leaving her behind. Telling her he is very enthusiastic about their next session.

꒰ ᡣ𐭩 ꒱ awww thank you snookums, you can find the piece here <3