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[kitchentablewriting]

Sova the type of man to be so kind and gentle and encouraging when his teammates are having a bad day in training and missing their shots, but will then immediately turn around and train himself half to death as a punishment for missing his own shots. Make it make sense pookie.

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Kinktober Day 11

[Predator/Prey Kink - Sniper]

“All that running, Just for me to catch ya..”

You were out of breath, but you could hear his footsteps coming up from somewhere behind you. You held your breath the best that you could but you couldn’t help the little yelp when you saw him walk past your hiding spot.

“C’mon ‘roo, I know this area betta than you..Just come out and let me claim my sweet little prize..”

Even though his words went straight to your crotch, you were determined so last longer than 60 seconds.

You waited until he left before you moved. You had to admit, when he was in his element, hunting you like you were a wild animal, Sniper was BEYOND hot. Like it took everything in you not to just run into his arms and let him take you.

But you knew he got more enjoyment from the chase and the thrill of the hunt, so you got up slowly from your spot to try and sneak by him.

But you yelp when an arrow goes whizzing past your head.

“Hmm. Ya lasted pretty long ‘roo..a minute thirty.”

You started to back away, the skimpy outfit he had dressed you in before scrapping against the harsh ground as Sniper appeared in view, panting heavily. He backed you up until you were against the tree that he shot the arrow into.

You were about to dart off again when he slammed your back against the bark, his knife coming up to your neck as he leaned forward.

“Ah, Ah. No more runnin’..i caught you fair and square. You said if i caught you…” He leaned in real close with a smirk on his face.

“You’d let me do anything I wanted to ya..”

He drags his knife down the flimsy lingerie he had you running from in. Easily hooking it with the knife and ripping it, causing it to fall from your body. He then trailed said knife lower, his other hand going to cup your lower region.

“You’re already soakin’ wet Sheila..must’ve been into it like I was..”

You whimper as he ends up ripping the underwear easier than you thought. He then simply taps your thigh, and you’d been with him long enough to know what that meant.

Wrap your legs around his waist.

So you did and he chuckles as he leans into to place open mouth kisses against your neck. “good girl..”

You whimper as you heard the sounds of his pants shifting down before you felt him push into you. You moaned out his name, your hands going to wrap around his neck as he bucked into You were breathless, as every movement he made knocked the wind from your body.

Sniper was a growling and groaning mess, far more feral than what he sounded like when they fucked in his camper van.

Sniper smirks as he digs his nails into your hips, loving how you squeaked for him, he continued his actions before moving you down from the tree to the harsh ground where he had his jacket laid out.

“You look so looking like this..” he purrs as he leans over you, He holds your legs up, moving them up to his shoulders

When you avert your eyes he forced them back.

"Ah. Ah. Eyes on me when I'm fucking you like this sheila~"

Sorry if this one isn't the best— I'm still not feeling very good but I wanna write for you

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hi there!! just came across your blog; was wondering if i could have first kisses between the reader + sova and chamber?? thanks so much!

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there's an implicit sense of trust between you and sova. above all else, beyond even the valorant protocol, between all the friends you've made here, you know sova has your back, and sova knows you have his.

in moments like these, where you're tracing the curve of his jaw with your eyes in between training simulations, with sweat soaking his brow, you can't help but wonder how your situation got to this point. it seems magical how you two grew so close. he was the first to greet you when you were a new agent. he was the first to train with you when you were struggling with a fraction of your toolset. he was the first to save you when you were stranded in the middle of enemy territory, struggling with a cracked rib and a bullet hole in your leg. somehow, the two of you meld together like matching puzzle pieces, as if you knew each other once before meeting in such clandestine circumstances. it's only now, in the deep haze of post-training clarity, that you realize you don't even know that much about him.

what's his favorite color? does he prefer dogs, cats, or another domestic animal? his favorite food? what were his parents like? how did he feel about his hometown?

he restrings his bow in front of you, a tiny smile on his face, and you realize that you desperately need to know the answers to these questions. not as a friend, though. above all these questions, you need to know only one thing: what do his lips feel like?

sitting on the same ledge in the vast training space, you impulsively lurch closer. sova turns to look at you just as you do, opening his mouth to say something, but abruptly pauses when you wordlessly steal the breath from his lips with your own.

it lasts only a moment, your hand over his. it's electric, like lightning through your body, but ends too quickly—you want to keep going, you know you do, but your mind bumps into your heart quite abruptly in the very middle of the whole affair. what are you even doing?

you pull away, scrambling back as if bitten. your eyes are wide, and sova's are too, mouth parted and breathing hard. this cannot be happening, you think to yourself. why did you do that?

"ah," you stammer, mind racing. "fuck. I’m so sorry. that was stupid of me, I should have asked or something, or I shouldn't have even done it! god, you probably don't even like—"

your breath leaves your lungs as sova's hand moves to your cheek, and his lips meet yours for a second time, this time initiated by him. you're tense for only a moment, and then the stiffness evaporates from your body as you melt into the kiss, grabbing onto his broad shoulders to stabilize yourself beneath his passion.

moments later, he slowly parts from you, though your lips hover close together for whole seconds in the aftermath, as if held in place by some threshold of intimacy. your warm breaths mingle with his in a tender waltz. and as you open your eyes and briefly glance into his eye, your forehead pressed close, you can't stifle the question on your tongue. "you... you were okay with it?"

he laughs. you can't help but smile. "more than okay," he returns, eyes warm. "I’ve wanted to do that for too long. I just didn't want to jeopardize our friendship."

it's your turn to laugh. "I was thinking the same thing, actually."

"well," sova murmurs, lurching closer with his fingertips brushing across your cheek, "now that there are no more misunderstandings..."

another kiss comes, then another, and another, and another, all the way up until training returns to both of your minds.

somehow, it’s become a ritual for you. every time chamber is to leave for an important mission, he ensures that he finds you moments before he leaves, and he asks for a good luck kiss. his track record has gone aptly defeated for months now.

it’s only ever playful, of course. your first month in the protocol was spent deftly dodging his attempts to take you out for dinner or drinks. not that you weren’t appreciative of the offers, nor were resolute in your decision to deny his offers. at another time, maybe you would have accepted it, but this is a battlefield, not a place for romantic dinner dates and candlelit flings. you were far too in your head to think of the offers as anything more than nuisances from a man you otherwise found charming and likable, if not quite full of himself.

chamber got the hint too, of course. he’s a gentleman in all regards. when it became clear he wasn’t getting through to you, he ceased his advances almost entirely. they remain only in this strange ritual, a joking reminder of that one time chamber asked you out every other day for an entire month. it’s usually accompanied by your shaking heads and chamber chuckling while snapping his fingers as if cursing his luck. then he leaves without consequence, up and away into the sky.

tonight, though, the protocol is up in arms. there’s something in the air—danger? fear? this mission is the most dangerous in weeks. next to no intel, an unknown amount of enemies, and a dangerous, irradiated environment. the agents going on this mission are only to get in and get out with enough intel to inform further actions, but nearly every member of the protocol is intimately aware of the fact that so many things can go wrong so quickly, and these mistakes could cost lives. standing in a small, darkened alcove nearby the lockers, you’ve watched friends hug each other and bid ‘good luck’ to each other for half an hour now. it’s only on the tail-end of this grim vigil that your favorite frenchman approaches you. this time, instead of a smile, he’s stoic. you know this to be a bad sign. you’re familiar enough with chamber at this point to know that if he’s not without his signature cocky smirk, something is terribly wrong.

“a good luck kiss for the road, mon ami?”

you gaze into his eyes. it occurs to you quite suddenly that this could be the last time you ever see his stupid face if things go wrong.

what is that adage? you miss all the shots you never take? you don’t want to live a life with any regrets. even if he never does come back, at least you could come back from the situation knowing that you cherished every small moment you had with him.

“I think you need every bit of luck you can get, so…”

chamber tilts his head to the side and quirks a brow. this is a break from tradition, a second away from the strict ritual he’s set, a ritual he had hoped would keep him stable in a situation such as this. he’s cocky and ambitious, certainly, but not even he can defend against the curling tendril of doubt that encompasses the entire protocol. however, as you lean forward and press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, featherlight and terribly gentle, he suddenly feels invincible. it shows in how his stoic expression grows into the slightest hint of a smile as you pull away. as you fade from his warmth, he draws your hand into his own, and with the gentlest brush of his lips against the back of your palm, he smiles.

“I will ensure I do not squander it.”

before you can respond, he takes his leave. you’re left staring at his back, recalling how his lips felt against the back of your hand, how gently he held it, how firm stoicism melted away into tenderness as soon as he saw your face. and as he leaves, you’re left only with a terrible fluttering in your stomach.

you might actually be into him, after all these months. if there’s anything good about this mission, it’s that chamber’s time away will give you a few precious moments to sort out your newfound emotions.

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Hellooo could I request headcanons for sova for what he’s like during sex? thank u! I really love your writing :)

How Sova would be like during sex

OMG MY FIRST REQUEST AAAA- Btw im so sorry if you waited for so long i did not knew that tumblr didnt sent a notification for asks. Anyway hope you like it!! And thank you so much!

WHAT DO I FUCKING WRITE HERE

Ok ok i think he has two sides.

One is when he is a big softie. He treats you like you are an angel sent from above. The small talk to your ear about how you are so beautiful and such. Caressing your skin with his hands, scared to hurt you in any way. Always waiting for your approval to do something. Basically worships you at this point. This is mostly when you say you want to do it.

The other is when he is angry or jelaous. He does not loses his mind, its not that hard but he knows that you can handle afew bite marks and such. A tone lower while talking to your ear. Loves when your moans gets louder. Like he is achieving his goals.

Likes to see his love marks being visible during the day. He has no shame of himself. If someone looks at you and him with confusion, he will go "yes, we did it." with a proud face. Kick him, punch him or join him, he is still proud of his work.

The secret third is when he is submissive but we are supposed to not talk about it. (I will)

If you were to take control while doing or YOU are the one that is jelaous or angry and started it, then he is one big whiney man.

Oh how he loves seeing this side of you. He will try to ask what is wrong but if you shut him up, then he will with pleasure. (Get it? Ok ill stop.)

Normally he is not that loud. He much prefers to listen to your moans but when he is the one under, he cannot hold his moans and grunts at all.

He will let out afew russian curse words when you move through his soft spots. (His adams apple and lower belly. Pretend i did not said anything.)

He is sure of himself while doing it yet i do not think that he is that much experienced about it. He says that he is talented with a laugh if you were to ask.

He loves when you play with his hair during sex. He loves it anytime in a day but its a turn on for him during sex. Play with it, pull it, tuck it behind his ear literally anything. (I can see him aggressively tie his hair behind when he is mad and trying to kiss you.)

I think sex with him mostly be with giggles and laughs. He is not really good with romance but he will try if you want him to do. Though it is a 50 50 if he will be able to do it or not. If he fails, its mostly because he loves to see your face when you are smiling or laughing.

He likes to sleep on you or you sleeping on him when you two are done. Wants to hold you and feel your body heat on him. It makes him relax and fall asleep much sooner.

He is an early riser and loves to watch you when he wakes up. Traveling his hand along your curves, admiring your sleeping face with a smile. He is down so bad for you.

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🌸My Super Long Hopefully Fun Character Ask Game:

👕Appearance

What is your character's favorite physical trait they possess?

What would your character wear if they were told they had to gussy up?

Is there something about your character's appearance that they would change if possible?

Does your character have a favorite material they like to wear?

What are your character's opinion on scars?

How much interest does your character take in trends?

Is there someone your character tries to look similar to?

Does your character have a physical trait that they're known for?

What does your character smell like?

If your character could splurge on a particular garment, what would it be?

Is your character's favorite color a color they wear often?

Has your character gone through major stylistic or physical changes?

What is something your character would refuse to wear?

Is there a style your character is afraid they can’t pull off?

Would your character wear something someone else picked out for them?

Is your character's appearance more telling or deceiving?

What are your character's thoughts on wearing costumes?

Does your character have a favorite outfit?

If your character had to get a tattoo what would it be?

📦Objects

Is there an item your character doesn't like to leave without?

What gift would your character give to someone they didn't like but felt obligated to?

What type of object is likely to catch your character's attention?

Is there an item your character liked that they can’t get back? 

Would your character ever try to haggle?

What is something your character is proud to own?

Does your character ever spend more than they have?

What would it take for your character to give up an item they really like?

Does your character prefer to give or receive gifts?

Is there a type of object your character doesn’t like?

What might an acquaintance think is a good gift for your character?

Does your character personify objects?

What does your character most enjoy shopping for?

Is there an item your character is embarrassed they own or want?

Would your character prefer something bought or made personally?

Is your character willing to ask for things?

What is most important to your character when shopping?

🍽️Food and Drink

What flavor would your character say their personality is?

Would your character prefer baking, cooking or mixing drinks?

Is there a food or drink your character is unwilling to try?

How big is your character's appetite?

Does your character consider eating fun?

Would your character eat or drink something they didn't like to appease someone?

Is there food that has made your character sick?

What is your character's favorite food group?

Does your character like to try new foods?

What is a childhood meal your character cherishes?

Is your character food motivated?

Which mealtime is your character's favorite?

How much does your character care about wasting food?

Does your character prefer restaurant food or home cooked food?

What food or drink does your character consider a treat?

Is there a food texture your character doesn't like?

What kind of drinks does your character prefer?

🌤️Weather and Nature

What would your character do if they were suddenly caught in the rain?

Has your character had a meaningful encounter with an animal?

What season would your character say they're most similar to?

Is there a natural phenomenon that scares your character?

Has your character ever had an animal phase?

Would your character enjoy sky gazing?

Does your character have a good sense of direction?

What type of environment does your character like best?

Is your character good with animals?

How would your character react to snow?

What part of nature would your character most resonate with?

Could your character survive in the wilderness on their own for a week or more?

What element best represents your character?

Does your character prefer hot or cold weather?

Is there a creature that scares your character?

What celestial body would interest your character the most?

Is your character good with plants?

How willing would your character be to nap outside?

What animal would your character say best represents them?

🤝Community and Relationships

Does your character prefer company or solitude when sick?

What is your character's favorite kind of social event?

How comfortable would your character be singing and dancing in front of others?

Is your character upfront about their feelings?

Who would your character first seek if they needed medical help?

How willing would your character be to go to a party with people they don't know?

Who is your character most honest with?

How likely is it for your character to initiate a friendship?

Where is your character's comfort place?

Is there a habit your character has that they learned from someone else?

Does your character have people they think would worry about them if they got injured?

How would your character react to being put in a position of leadership?

Would your character be good at providing medical assistance?

Who would your character say knows them best?

Is there a person your character would turn to for backup in a fight?

Who would your character most want to sign their cast if they got one?

How well does your character work with others?

What is your character's favorite form of affection?

Does your character enjoy celebrating holidays?

What would it take for your character to get into a fight?

💓Mind, Body and Soul

What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?

Are there particular sounds your character is fond of?

Is your character more prone to fight or flight?

Does your character believe in myths and fairy tales?

What words could tear your character down?

How well does your character act under pressure?

Is your character good at practicing self-care?

What scents does your character find comforting?

Does your character have any allergies?

Is your character a light, medium or heavy sleeper?

Does your character have strong willpower?

Is your character more likely to give advice or seek it?

How does your character relax?

Is there a secret thing your character longs to hear?

Does your character have a sleep routine?

Would your character feel confident in a fight?

Is your character more energized in the morning, afternoon or at night?

How often does your character have nightmares?

Are there scents your character dislikes?

Is there a fear your character wants to learn to overcome?

If your character had to act in a play what role would they think they’d best perform?

Does your character have a high pain tolerance?

🎲 Hobbies and Activities

What kind of games does your character most enjoy playing?

Does your character have a secret hobby?

What is a talent your character wishes they had?

Is there an activity your character used to enjoy that they now dislike?

Which does your character try to prioritize more, work or hobbies?

Does your character work better with creative or technical endeavors?

What is a talent that your character is proud of?

Is your character more outdoorsy or indoorsy?

What is a topic your character would be excited to talk about? 

Is there a skill your character doesn’t know they’re bad at?

Does your character have any injury stories?

What kind of music does your character enjoy?

Has your character ever made something for themselves or someone else?

What is your character’s opinion on cheating in games?

How good is your character at following through on projects?

What’s an activity that reminds your character of someone else?

Does your character prefer music or silence?

What is a topic your character wouldn't want to talk about?

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★ thinking about suguru being your academic rival, the unspoken competition between you beginning on the very first day of college when the advanced calculus professor handed out a brain teaser to help everyone settle in, only for you and suguru to be the only students able to solve it. the problem?

he finished it a second before you did.

and from then on, the two of you would compare everything: average GPA score, exam grades, pop quiz results, who could make the other cum quicker — oh yeah… how could you forget to mention the part where somewhere along the way, the tension between you managed to leak from the classroom into the bedroom. oops.

so that’s how you find yourself in your current position of trying to take suguru down your throat while he simultaneously attempts to ruin your focus by flicking the tip of his annoyingly talented tongue over your swollen clit.

“aww, is someone struggling?” he purrs, violet eyes boring into the back of your head while he continues his languid licks through your embarrassingly wet folds. “y’know… this could all be over right now if you just admit that you can’t keep up with me.”

“s-shut up,” you grumble weakly, briefly pulling off of his cock to speak with a lewd string of saliva connecting your heaving lips to the thick head. “i can keep up just fine.”

“oh, really?” he drawls, tone dripping with condescension while he trails a slender finger down the curve of your spine, causing your body to arch instinctively and sink down even further onto his mouth in response. “is that why you’re giving me a blowjob so bad that i’d think it was your first time if i didn’t know any better, hm?”

instead of using your mouth to shoot back another sharp retort; you decide to put it to better use by inhaling a deep, steadying breath and lowering it down on suguru’s length once again, taking him right to the base and fighting the urge to gag as his fat tip rubs against the back of your throat.

“s-shit,” he hisses through clenched teeth, his own ministrations forgotten entirely as his hips involuntarily buck upwards into your mouth. “if you don’t stop that i’m g-gonna fuckin’ cum.”

determined to make him lose control before you do, you start to bob your head up and down on his girth as fast as you can. but just when you begin to let yourself believe that you’re guaranteed to win this round, he pulls out one last trick from up his sleeve.

he bites your clit, sharp canines grazing the sensitive bud in a way that causes your throat to clamp down on his cock and your vision to flash white for a few long moments as your climax suddenly washes over you — but he’s faring no better either, a low groan spilling from his lips as thick ropes of his cum spurt straight down your throat.

“huh. guess we can call this round a tie then,” suguru hums in a frustratingly casual manner, pushing some stray raven hairs back from his forehead and flashing you a cat-like smile as you peer at him dazedly over your shoulder. “what do you say we make it the best of out of three tonight, hm?”

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GOOD GIRL GO TO HEAVEN

GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU . . . after a long day of assembling a lot of furniture and decorating your new house, they decided they want to test drive the new bed with you.

warning : painfully slow, threesome! satosugu, raw/unprotected sex, humping, daddy kink (just a little bit), praise kink.

w/c : 8k

you and your boyfriends, gojo satoru and geto suguru, wrapped up the furniture assembly just an hour ago. now, they’re lounging comfortably on the new bed, looking relaxed and content. after finishing your shower, you step out wrapped only in a towel, the warm steam still clinging to your skin. you walk over to your wardrobe, glancing over at them with a playful smile.

“so, how’s the bed, honey?” you ask with genuine curiosity. your voice is soft, dripping with tenderness.

“it’s great and so spacious, baby,” gojo answers. he sits up on the bed, his white shirt hugging his toned chest, and watches you approach the wardrobe. beside him, geto moves, spreading his legs languidly as he leans back against the headboard. the sheets fall around his hips, barely covering his lower half. he gives you a lazy smile. “the bed’s not the only thing that spacious here, right, sweetheart?”

“yeah?” you turn around to look at them before pulling out a black oversized t-shirt that belongs to geto from the wardrobe. they stare at you for a moment before gojo opens his mouth. “come here.” gojo says, patting his lap. you look at him and see the mischievous look in his eyes, “i need to… see something.” geto chuckles, knowing full well what gojo plans to do. “you heard him, baby,” he added.

“what?” you ask him, smiling as you refuse to walk over to him and stand in your place.

“i said come here,” he says again, a demanding undertone in his voice now. gojo stares at you pointedly while geto watches with a smirk on his face, his eyes roaming unabashedly over your half-naked body.

“i’m not going anywhere until you tell me what you’re planning to do,” you respond, cocking an eyebrow. gojo’s hand pats his lap again impatiently. “i’ll show you when you come here.” geto rolls his eyes with a smile on his face, “just come here, baby girl. be good for us and i promise we’ll make you feel good too.”

“should i?” you playfully ask and close your wardrobe door. “you should, if you know what’s good for you,” gojo demand, a small smirk stretches across gojo’s face. by now he’s growing a little impatient. gojo is not a man who particularly likes to repeat himself.

“unless you want me to come get you myself?” he raises an eyebrow in challenge. behind him, geto chuckles to himself, clearly enjoying this interaction between you two.

“oh, i'm scared,” you sarcastically replied but made your way towards them, crawling from the feet of the bed before settling on gojo's lap. as you crawl over, his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in until you’re sitting on his lap, the towel around your body riding up. gojo’s hands start to wander, lightly caressing your bare thighs. you can feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“are you gonna behave now, baby?” he asks, his voice low and sultry, “or are you still gonna sass me?” his blue eyes piercing through yours, making all the playfulness on you start to disappear, “sorry..” you mumble.

“you’ll have to do better than that,” he murmurs. gojo’s hands slide up your thighs, past the towel, as he leans in until his mouth is right next to your ear. “say you’re sorry again, sweetheart.”

“sorry, daddy..”

gojo lets out a soft grunt when you call him that, his mouth is still close to your ear. his breath is warm on your neck, “much better, baby.” he moves his mouth down until he’s nuzzling your throat instead. “there you go, being good for me, sweetheart.”

geto has been watching quietly until now, his eyes trained on the two of you as you sit on gojo’s lap. when you say ‘daddy’ his eyes darken a little more, watching intently as gojo turns his attention to your bare shoulders. “you look so good on his lap, don’t you sweetheart?” geto suddenly speaks up, his voice a little husky. “all bare and pretty just for us.”

the room feels warmer now like the heat is starting to build up around the three of you. gojo’s mouth brushes over your shoulder, his lips leaving a trail of kisses on your skin. “look at you, all nice and obedient,” he murmurs against your skin. “do you know what good girls get when they're being good?”

you close your eyes as you feel his lips on your skin— suddenly feeling all cold and chilling just from his touch, barely. “what is it?” you mumble a question.

“rewards.”

gojo’s arms tighten around you, pulling you closer to him. his mouth drifts towards your neck. “if you keep being good, we’ll reward you properly, sweetheart. would you like that?” he pulled himself away from you to look you in the eye as you opened your eyes. your warm breath gently glazed gojo's pale skin, bringing a crushed cherry tint to his cheeks. “yes, please..” your voice soft.

gojo smiles, running his finger along your spine, making you shiver, and a soft moan leaves your lips. “see, that’s what i like to hear. you sound so much sweeter when you’re being a good girl.” gojo’s voice is low, and he’s speaking close to your ear again. he moves a hand up, tilting your head till he can look you in the face. his smile is a little smug as he looks down at you. “how about we get rid of this towel?” you nodded when you looked at him, eyes hooded.

“good girl.”

gojo reaches behind you, finding the edge of the towel around your body. he slowly starts to pull it away, his eyes never leaving your face. the towel falls, the fabric pooling around your waist as your chest and abdomen are left bare. gojo hums in approval, his eyes roaming over your body. “there that’s much better.”

“look at you,” he murmurs. his hands on your thighs start to slowly move further up your body, roaming up your hips and over your ribcage, almost as if he's trying to memorize every part of you with just his hands. “you look so pretty, sweetheart. you're being so good for us. so pretty and obedient.”

“oh, you are so pretty,” geto adds, his voice soft as he looks at you sitting half-naked on gojo’s lap. he’s lounging against the headboard now, legs slightly spread. the sheets over his lap are beginning to tent.

gojo chuckles as he notices geto’s current state. “see what you do to him, sweetheart?” gojo’s own hands are still roaming over your body, caressing your soft skin. his hands brush just below your chest, his touch gentle and almost reverential as he looks at you.

gojo’s mouth moves over your skin, his lips tracing up and down the line of your throat until he reaches your ear again. “look at him,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. he’s looking over at geto right now, who’s watching the two of you intently, his eyes on your body. “he’s enjoying himself, sweetheart. he’s enjoying seeing you in my lap, like the good girl you are.”

geto looks you over with unabashed interest, his gaze roaming over your body. “you’re such a sight to see all spread out like that,” he murmurs. the sheets over his lap are tented, more noticeably now. gojo nips at your earlobe, his hands cupping your ribs as he pulls you closer against him. “look how much he wants you, baby.”

gojo laughs faintly when you let out a moan, like he finds it endearing. “you like that, sweetheart?” he asks, his mouth still against your skin. “you like it when i bite you?"

he continues doing it, his mouth trailing down the side of your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin and leaving small marks. you answer him by letting out another soft moan.

“you’re so soft,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by your skin. “so easy to mark. i want to see how much of you i can mark up, doll.”

geto shifts a little on the bed, his hands gripping his thighs through the sheets. the tent in his pants is more obvious now, and he’s watching you both intently. “she’s going to be covered in marks at this rate,” he grumbles.

“i’m not hearing any objections,” gojo responds, his hands caressing your sides. he lifts his head from your neck and looks at you.

gojo’s eyes darken as he looks you over, his hands continuing to caress your sides. he’s clearly enjoying seeing you in this state, all bare and on his lap, with geto watching you intently from the bed.

“you look so pretty like this, sweetheart. all bare and marked up on my lap” he murmurs, his gaze roaming over the various marks he’s left on your neck. “and so obedient,” he added.

“i am?” you whispering, voice cover with hope.

at your words, gojo smiles against your skin. they exchange knowing looks before gojo answers you. “yes, you are, baby.” he continues his assault on your neck, his kisses slowly turning into nibbles and sucking motions, marking you with his mouth.

geto watches hungrily as gojo lays claim to you, his hand still tracing lazy patterns on your thigh from where he sits. “so sweet, so perfect for us,” he compliments, his voice low and rough with desire.

“you’re so responsive too, aren’t you?” gojo’s hands wander down to your bare thighs. he squeezes them gently as if testing your reaction. “responding so well to my touch. so eager to please,” he moaned.

geto lets out a small sigh from the bed, his hands now clenching the sheets around his lap tightly. your thigh slightly twitches from gojo's touch as if to show him the truth of his words. “see how you respond so easily to my hands?” gojo continues, his palms continuing to caress your thighs. he’s watching your reactions intently. “that’s good, sweetheart. it’s so fun to see how easily you respond.”

“it’s getting hard to watch,” geto suddenly mutters from the bed, his voice strained. gojo laughs faintly at geto’s comment. “then stop watching if it’s so easy,” he replies, his hands continuing their gentle caresses.

he pulls you a little closer to him, so you’re pressed even more against his chest. “why are you getting so worked up anyway? you’re acting like you’re not going to get your turn.” gojo looks over at geto and smirks again, clearly enjoying his struggle.

“don’t worry,” he calls out. “you’ll get a turn soon too.” he turns his attention back to you, his hands still wandering over your thighs. “right now i want to see how far i can get you with just my hands, okay?” his blue eyes back to you, gently as he drinks on the sight of your pretty face. geto grumbles a little in response, clearly not enjoying his current state all that much.

gojo’s hands continue to explore your thighs, his touch gentle and almost teasing as his thumbs graze over sensitive skin. “do you think you can handle that, baby?” gojo asks, looking you in the face. “just my hands on your skin?”

you hesitate, wanting to feel his lips on your skin again, but you're too shy to ask, and gojo can clearly see that. gojo smirks at your expression and the way you fidget. “what’s wrong?” he asks teasingly, his hands skimming across your thighs. “can’t seem to find your words? what is it, sweetheart?” his hands continue their slow exploration of your thighs. “you want something?”

when you do not say anything he leans over, lips almost touching you as he speaks, “do you want my lips on your skin again?” he asks, his voice low and sultry. “do you want me to kiss you again, baby?” you nodded as his hands moving up to your hips now. he starts to guide your movements on his lap slightly, just little rocks of your hips.

“use your words, sweetheart. you know i want to hear you say it.” gojo starts to guide your hips, rocking them gently against his lap. his hands on your hips are firm but gentle, as he guides your movements with ease, his body pressed tightly against you.

“i-i want your lips on my skin again..” you murmur, your lips slightly apart. gojo looks at you with his eyebrows arise, as if asking you if you're forgetting something. “please, daddy. . . ” you add.

gojo’s expression softens at the sound of you calling him daddy again. he gives you a small nod as if approving before he speaks. “there you go. that wasn’t so hard, was it?” his hands on your hips continue to guide your movements on his lap. “just good manners, sweetheart. being a good girl for me.”

he leans down, his mouth coming close to your ear again. “since you asked so nicely, i’ll give you what you want, baby.”

instantly, a big smile makes its way to your lips, “thank you, daddy. . .” your hand flaying for a second before it lends on gojo's shoulder, holding him for support. gojo chuckles faintly at the large smile on your face, knowing how much fun you have playing with his kink. “such a good girl,” he murmurs into your ear, his hands continuing to guide your hips and rock against his lap.

“i’m going to give you what you want, so just relax, okay?” gojo’s voice is low and soft in your ear. “just sit there and be a good girl… you can do that, can’t you?” you nodded as you gripped tightly around his white shirt.

“good girl.”

gojo’s mouth moves towards your neck, his teeth and mouth on your skin again. he sucks on your skin gently, his tongue laving over the small mark he’s just made. “you taste so good, sweetheart,” he mutters against your skin. “i don’t want to stop marking you up.”

you moan softly, slightly throwing your head back, “please, don't.” gojo nips and sucks on your neck again, harder this time, his hands on your hips coaxing your movements against his lap.

“keep moaning like that, and i don’t think i’ll be able to stop,” he murmurs, his mouth against your skin. he continues to mark up your skin, his mouth moving up and down the side of your neck, his mouth sucking and biting gently as his tongue laves over the reddened spots. by now your neck is covered in his marks, each one adding up like a trail on your skin.

“oh, god,” you moan from the pleasure of his lips on your skin and from grinding on him. gojo lets out a soft chuckle when you moan against his ear. “already getting worked up just from this, hmm? you’re so sensitive, baby.” he continues sucking on your skin, his hands guiding your hips as you grind on his lap. his mouth moves over your sensitive spots, leaving a trail of marks from your jaw to the base of your collarbone.

geto groans in annoyance as he takes another glare at you and gojo. even in his annoyance, he can't stop looking at the two of you and not feeling jealous. gojo glances over at geto, taking in his expression. “getting impatient?” he asks, his mouth still on your skin. “you look like you’re having a hard time just watching,” he teased, blue eyes glistening with lust and playfulness.

“well, i am having a hard time,” he complained.

gojo chuckles against your skin again. “i see that,” he says mockingly, his eyes on the obvious tent in geto’s lap. “poor geto, having to watch us while he’s stuck on the bed all alone.” gojo’s words are almost patronizing, and he’s clearly enjoying himself now, seeing the look on geto’s face and the way he’s straining against the sheets.

“but that’s not fair for me, is it?” geto threw another complaint with a teasing tone, “i want a taste of her too.” gojo laughed faintly, clearly amused at geto’s words. “life’s not fair,” he replies, his mouth still against your skin, biting and licking.

“though i’ll admit, i’ve been a little greedy, haven’t i?” gojo lifts his head and looks you in the face, one hand caressing your cheek. “how about you, sweetheart? should i stop hogging all the attention?” you look at geto, seeing the pleading in his purple irises as he begs you silently. you chuckled at his expression before nodding and looking at your other boyfriend.

gojo looks at you for a moment, almost as if he’s contemplating. “are you sure? i can keep my hands on you a while longer. you seem to be enjoying it so much,” he softly spoke as if he tries to convince you to say no to geto. gojo’s hands have drifted back to your hips, his thumbs caressing your skin gently. “can the both of you just touch me?” you get impatient. gojo laughs again, clearly enjoying how impatient you’re getting now. “look at you being so eager,” he teases. “is that how good girls ask for what they want?”

you wrap your fingers around gojo's neck to give it a open-mouthed kiss before mumbling on his neck, “i mean, why can i have one when i can get two.”

gojo lets out a soft chuckle at your words. “oh, you’re getting feisty now, hmm?” he pulls you a little closer on his lap, his hands gripping your hips. “you have a point, sweetheart. but that doesn’t change the fact that i like having you all to myself.”

“oh come on!” geto groaned in annoyance, “i wanna feel her too, give me attention.” gojo laughed faintly at geto’s words, clearly enjoying his struggle. “i’m not even done with her yet, and you’re already getting impatient?” he looks you in the face, his eyes roaming over you. “and here i thought you were being such a good girl, not demanding anything.”

“what?” you throwing gojo offended look, “me? i'm just sitting still and looking pretty, i'm not doing anything.”

gojo hummed at your expression, enjoying the look on your face. “i know,” he responds, his hands caressing your thighs. “that’s why you’re being so good for me. you’re being all obedient and still. it’d be such a shame to change that now, huh?”

“uh-uhm,” you nod, this time hugging his neck as you look at geto who's begun to knit his eyebrows together. gojo chuckles again when you hug his neck, his hands moving up your sides, caressing you up and down. “so needy,” he teases faintly. “did you want to give geto some attention?”

still, with your arm wrapped around his neck and cheek resting against his cheek, you nod, “yes, please.” gojo smiles faintly, clearly enjoying having you this eager and submissive for him. he lifts his head from your neck and looks towards geto. “did you hear that, geto? the pretty girl wants to give you attention,” he says, his tone almost mocking.

geto stares at the two of you, his expression a mix of annoyance and arousal. “about time,” he grunts irritably. gojo smirks against your skin, his hand on your thigh giving you an encouraging squeeze. “you heard him, baby. go on. give him what he wants.”

with gojo’s hand guiding you, you shift forward and move off his lap. you settle onto geto’s now, your thighs straddling his hips. in this position, you’re seated up higher on his lap, your chest just slightly above his eyesight.

geto’s hands fly to your waist as you settle on his lap. his fingers press hard into your bare skin as he looks up at you with his sharp, cat-like eyes. “look at you,” he says, his voice deep with lust, looking at your naked body. “you just look so beautiful, sweetheart.”

gojo’s body moves behind you, his chest pressing against your back. you feel him move the shower-damp hair on your neck to the side and out of the way. he leans forward to hover over your shoulder, his lips mere inches away from your neck.

“you look so pretty sitting on his lap, baby,” gojo murmurs in your ear. “so perfect with that towel around you.” his large hand moves to your thigh, his fingers tracing the hem of the towel that still wraps around your waist. “but i think it would look much prettier… on the floor.”

while you’re distracted with geto, one of gojo’s hands sneaks from behind you to tug at the towel. the other hand moves your hair to the side so that it falls over one shoulder, exposing your back to him. the towel falls loose, and gojo starts planting kisses along the slope of your back.

both of geto’s hands press firmly into your hips as he guides your body down and closer to him. he lets out a pleased hum at the feel of your warm skin against his bare chest. “look at you,” he groans, eyes roaming over your form. “so perfect and so good.”

gojo’s lips travel down your spine, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down your back. “oh, baby,” he praises as he kisses a spot just above your tailbone, “such a pretty girl. so well-behaved, as always.” his hands move to squeeze both of your thighs. once he’s done admiring the skin there, his hand moves to the small of your back and gently pushes you forward, so that your chest is pressed flush against geto’s.

geto lets out a low, guttural growl as he feels your bare breasts against his chest. “fuck,” he groans, his hands gripping your hips so tight you know there’s likely to be marks left behind. his head drops forward as he lets his lips trail along your collarbone.

“she has such a pretty body, doesn’t she?” gojo muses, observing your and geto’s bodies so closely pressed together. he starts to leave little kisses on the back of your shoulders, “so good and soft.”

geto can only respond with a low hum of agreement. one of his hands move to grasp at the hair on the back of your head as he buries his face in your neck, his lips sucking on your skin hungrily.

“so small and perfectly perched on your lap.”

geto hums his agreement, his fingers digging into your hips as he helps you shift even closer to him. “sweetheart,” he says, his voice strained. “you feel so good. you have no idea what you’re doing to me, baby.”

gojo chuckles as he continues to kiss your shoulder, “oh, i think she knows exactly what she’s doing to us,” ge can see one of your hands reach down to grab at the skin of geto’s thigh, your fingers digging into his flesh.

geto lets out another small growl as your hand grips his thigh. a shudder goes through his body. “ah, she definitely knows what she’s doing. such a naughty girl.”

“no,” you whisper between your moan when they call you a naughty girl. geto's nails rooted gently on your skin sending a tingling sensation on your stomach. gojo chuckles against your skin. “no? you’re not being a naughty girl?” he nimbly moves to your other shoulder to leave another trail of kisses there. “are you sure about that, princess?”

geto’s hands continue to dig into your hips, controlling your movements. between the skin-to-skin contact of your bodies and gojo’s teeth on your neck, you can feel the tension and heat in the room mounting, slowly but surely.

you shake your head softly before mumbling another “n-no,” and let out another soft, breathy moan.

“you keep saying ‘no’, but i think your body’s saying something different,” gojo points out, his lips moving from your shoulder to the sensitive skin beneath your ear. “you keep shifting in sugu’s lap, and making these little noises. that doesn’t sound very ‘no’ to me, princess.”

“i'm s-sorry,” you stutter.

“sorry?” gojo repeats, chuckling at the way you’re falling apart just from some teasing. “it’s okay, sweetheart.” geto, who has been uncharacteristically quiet during this entire exchange, finally lets out a sharp exhale of breath as one of your hands grip his thigh again. he nuzzles into your neck as his hands grip you even tighter. “are you really sorry, baby?” gojo asks, his voice just a growl in your ear. “or do you just like winding us up?”

“i'm really sorry,” you moan again, and geto’s hands digging into your hips harder as he guides you to grind slowly against his lap. gojo chuckles again, enjoying the way you’re falling to pieces on top of geto. “are you sure? you sound so needy, princess. i don’t think you’re really sorry.”

geto can feel your body starting to move in slow motions on his lap. the hands on your hips move to press you down, as his hips start to rise to meet your movements. “she’s so needy,” he says in a low voice, to which gojo hums in agreement.

you shake your head and throw your head back in the slightest when you feel your bare pussy grinding on geto's clothed bulge, “s-sorry, but feel so good,” you mutter between your moan.

gojo and geto look at each other at your strangled words. they’ve reduced you to a mess of moans and broken sentences, and it’s all a result of their hands and mouths on your body.

they look back at you, taking in the way your head is flung back, exposing your chest and neck to them. both of them are staring at you like you’re their prey. and their prey right now is at their mercy. the back of your head rests against gojo's shoulder as you grind slowly against geto.

gojo lets you rest your head back on his shoulder so he’s now free to watch the show. he feels your soft hair against his bare chest, and the view he’s getting over your shoulder is driving him crazy.

geto starts to make a noise that seems like it’s a mixture between a sigh and a growl as he feels you grind against him once more. his hands hold your hips even tighter, encouraging you to keep up the pace. “that’s it, baby. keep doing that,” he murmurs.

gojo watches as your body moves gracefully against geto. he looks down at your body, admiring the way your back is arched, the curve of your spine leading down to your hips, which are being gripped so tightly by geto’s large hands.

he bites back a soft groan at the sight of you looking so perfect on another man’s lap. “you’re being so good for us right now, you know that?”

gojo takes off his white shirt before sitting on geto's lap behind you until your back touches his chest, skin to skin as your body keeps grinding on geto. gojo lets his body touch yours, your back resting against his chest. he can feel the heat radiating from your body as you writhe on top of geto. he leans down to kiss and nuzzle into your shoulder as you continue your movements.

geto’s breath comes out in quick gasps as you keep grinding against him. he holds your hips so tight there’ll likely be marks left behind. “sweetheart,” he grunts, struggling to form words between the heat and pleasure, “you’re killing me.”

“oh god..” you whimper.

your hand moves to the back of gojo's neck, holding him as a support. gojo chuckles softly against your skin at your whimper. “feels good huh, princess?” he murmurs into your ear. feeling your hand move to the back of his neck, he lets you hold him for support. he nips at your earlobe and continues to plant kisses down your neck and shoulder.

geto’s fingers dig into your hips again as you keep grinding against him. his breath comes out in short, hard pants, the sound right in your ear. “keep going, baby,” he urges.

the room is full of nothing but heavy breaths and the soft sounds of skin against skin. gojo has started to move his lips from your shoulder to the back of your neck and down to your shoulder blades. his hips are doing the same grinding motion as yours, his body moving in perfect unison with you.

geto looks up at both of you, watching as you both move on his lap. his lips part with a gasp as one of his hands moves from your hip to the back of your head, pulling you down to his neck.

a shiver goes through your body from the way geto manhandles you to pull you down closer. “there you go, sweetheart,” he grunts as he noses your hair and then rests his chin on your shoulder. “god, you look so good right now.”

gojo lets out a hum of agreement, his lips still on your skin. his large hands travel from your shoulders down to your hips, resting right over geto’s hands. geto leans closer until his head is above your shoulder to kiss gojo— still, the three of you keep grinding at each other. the kiss between gojo and geto is messy and frenzied, and so right above you since you’ve been pulled down against geto’s body. gojo moans in response to the kiss as he deepens it, his tongue swiping against geto’s lips.

geto grips onto your hips even tighter, his fingers digging into your soft skin. he lets out groans as he kisses gojo, the sound muffled by gojo’s mouth.

the three of you are starting to move against each other in more frantic motions. there’s an increasing desperation in geto’s grip on your hips and the way gojo and geto are now kissing, more tongue and teeth than pure lips.

it’s hot and heavy, and the temperature of the room is rising with each passing second. gojo finally breaks away from the kiss, his breath harsh and strained. “fuck,” he mutters, his hands holding your hips as well as geto’s.

gojo’s head drops down to your shoulder, nuzzling his nose into your collarbone. it’s all getting too much. the sounds of heavy breaths and moans, skin pressing up against the skin, the friction all combining to heighten the pleasure, the heat, the pressure.

geto’s grip on you is so tight you’re pretty sure there will be marks on your skin. “sweetheart, i—” he gets cut off by one of your movements that has him groaning suddenly and loudly.

“what is it, baby?” gojo teases, his voice slightly muffled in the crook of your neck. a small chuckle rumbles in his chest as he continues planting kisses on your skin. “that wasn’t exactly an answer, sugu.” geto grunts as you continue moving on top of him, your body grinding against his. “i’m so close, sweetheart.” he mutters, his voice breaking in the middle. “m-me too baby— oh, fuck,” you nod, moaning mess on suguru's neck.

gojo lets out a pleased hum when you answer, his teeth nipping at your skin. “i knew it,” he says, sounding somehow smug and cocky, even at this moment. “you just look so perfect grinding against him; how could you not be close, princess.”

geto’s body tenses and shudders beneath you. “god, it’s not fair how perfect you are.” he groans between heavy breaths. “you’re going to make me lose it, and we just started.” you grind faster than before on his clothes cock. feeling the warm and twitching on his cock make you moan louder, “oh, god. .”

“lose what, baby?” gojo continues to taunt, his voice soft and yet full of a teasing edge to it. “your composure? your mind? your load? i’ve already lost all of those things.” geto growls and nips at your shoulder as gojo continues goading him. “what are you, twelve?” he asks, his voice a mix between annoyance and desire. as you reach your edge you arm wrap another geto's shoulder while the other back to the back of gojo's neck, gripping on his undercut.

“oh, god,” both gojo and geto murmur at your hand in gojo’s hair, gripping his undercut. geto can feel your body start to lose its rhythm, becoming less focused on movement, and more concerned with reaching your peak. “that’s it, baby,” he grunts, his fingers pressing into your hips so hard you think you’ll have marks in an hour. “keep moving like that, for me, please,” he pleads between his moan.

gojo’s hands on your hips tighten at his words. “that’s it,” he agrees, his mouth back on your skin. “o-oh, sugu,” you are crying, begging to reach your peak when your legs start shaking. “oh, baby, look at her shaking like that,” gojo comments lazily against your shoulder. “she must be right there, on the edge, just begging to go over.”

geto can’t respond, he’s simply holding onto you and letting out breathless “oh god, oh god, oh god” between his pants. he’s gripping onto your hips to push you even closer against him. “just a little more, sweetheart” he urges, “a little more for me. you’re almost there.”

gojo’s hand moves to your face, his fingers tilting your chin to the side so that your face is in his eye-line. “you’re so good, princess,” he coos, his voice a low and gentle murmur in your ear. “look at you. so perfect, falling apart just from riding his lap.”

geto’s forehead rests against the crook of your shoulder as he gasps, breathless. “please, baby, so close, just a little more.” your hip moves slower before abruptly moving faster, pulling a string of heavy grunt and moan from geto. with geto holding onto your hips so tight and gojo’s fingers pressing into your skin, you’re so close, so close and almost there. “that’s right, princess,” gojo murmurs, his voice the only soothing presence among everything that’s happening. “you’re being so good for us, so perfect”

geto’s forehead sinks further into your shoulder. “please, baby, i need it, just a little more. that’s it, that’s it.” gojo can see the look on your face, the desperation, the need, the pleasure that’s threatening to overwhelm you and tear you apart. he holds you so close, his teeth nipping at your shoulder. “almost there,” he encourages. “just a little more, beautiful girl. you can do it. i know you can.” geto’s words become more desperate, his breathing more broken and stilted. “baby, please, baby, please, i—”

gojo feels the moment you and geto reach your peak together. his hands run through your hair when he feels your body shudder and then go limp. he lets his teeth graze the side of your neck as you collapse against him. “that’s it, sweetheart,” he says, a smirk on his lips, “look at you. perfect.”

geto’s hands loosen their grip on your hips as he also takes in ragged breaths. the three of you are now sitting and panting on the bed in silence. “that was hot,” gojo finally says after a moment, and there’s a distinct hint of cockyness in his voice.

geto grunts in response as he lets the three of you fall back down on the bed from where you were still seated over top of him. “i can’t feel my legs,” he moans, his hands still gripping onto your hips.

“don’t be so whiny,” gojo scoffs, but he’s chuckling as he says it. his hands begin their gentle movements through your hair again. “we didn’t even do anything.” geto lets out another breathless scoff. “you didn’t do anything, idiot” he protests. “i did all the work.”

“you both did all the work, to be fair” gojo says, still sounding lazy. “i just sat back and enjoyed the show.”

“lazy ass,” geto chuckles. his hands are now gently massaging your hips where he knows there’ll now be marks from his fingers. “you just sat there and watched, while i had to do all the work.” gojo snorts and scoff, “yes, because a beautiful woman grinding against you is such hard work, i’m sure you suffered very much.”

geto lets out a huff of laughter. “just because i enjoyed working for it doesn’t mean it wasn’t hard work,” he retorts. “i’m the reason she was so turned on.”

“i’m the one who set her up for it in the first place,” gojo argues back, chuckling. “i’m the reason she was so eager to ride your lap.” geto lets out another scoff, a smirk on his face. “you’re forgetting who’s an idea this whole thing was in the first place,” he says— it was gojo's idea in the first place, by the way.

“oh, i’m not forgetting,” gojo responds, and there’s a hint of smugness in his voice now. “i’m just saying i’m the one who prepared her for you.” they keep bickering without realizing you silently took a pillow and hit them in the head, “shut the fuck up! i can't even catch my breath in silence, god!” you groan before resting your cheek on geto's shoulder.

gojo and geto stop their bickering immediately at the sound of your annoyed groan, and they both turn to look at you. they’re too shocked and confused to say anything at first.

gojo is the first to speak. “did you just hit us with a pillow?” he asks, his voice a mixture of disbelief and amusement. “damn right, want me to elbow your handsome face too?” you glare at him over your shoulder. gojo quickly holds his hands up in surrender. “no, please don’t!” he pleads, a mock-offended look on his face.

there’s a chuckle from geto, who’s looking down at your face as you glare up at gojo. he pats your hip gently, “you look a little pissed, darling.” his warm hand wraps over you and caresses your back lovingly. “i can't feel my legs and at the same time i think it's still shaking, does that make sense?” you ask, pouting as you still rest your cheek against his shoulder

both of them chuckle again at your pout. geto's hands rub up and down your hips, soothing the skin that his fingers were gripping so tightly. “you’re not used to us yet, sweetheart,” he says, still chuckling. “it’s going to take some time for you to get back on your feet after we’ve given you such a good time.”

you groan as you hide your face on geto's chest. “oh god, we're not even fucking yet,” you let out a heavy sigh. gojo lets out a laugh again, loving the mixture of exhaustion and annoyance in your voice. “damn, princess, look at you already begging for it,” he teases.

geto just chuckles and shakes his head, still massaging your hips. “you’re a mess right now, baby,” he smiles and pokes your cheek lightly. “shut up, i-i'm not begging,” you lightly smack gojo's bare chest before back to rest your cheek against geto's chest to look at gojo who's still sit on the black-haired man behind you.

gojo lets out a scoff of disbelief at the smack to his chest. “you’re not begging? because you sound awfully needy to me,” he teases, clearly knowing what annoys you and relishing in it. geto rolls his eyes at gojo, giving his arm a smack. “stop being a dick to her,” he says with a chuckle.

gojo lets out another laugh, enjoying that he’s getting a reaction from you. “i’m not being a dick, i’m just pointing out the truth!” he says, still sounding cocky and amused. geto grumbles under his breath and pats your hips again. “ignore him, baby,” he says. “he’s just being a douchebag because you’re paying attention to me.” gojo glares at geto after hearing the words rolling out from his mouth. you giggle and stick your tongue to gojo over your shoulder.

gojo lets out a snort of laughter when you give him the tongue. “cute,” he says, his smile wide. “you’re such a child sometimes, you know that?” geto just shakes his head, hiding a smile behind your head as he kisses it. “shut up,” you giggle again as gojo leans closer until his lips touch yours and kiss you.

gojo’s lips are gentle when they touch yours, a contrast to the cocky attitude he was just showing. he takes advantage of how you’re still leaning against geto's chest on his lap on the bed, and reaches over to hold the side of your face while he kisses you, keeping you steady. geto watches the two of you, one hand still rubbing your hips while the other holds your waist, steadying your position on top of him.

gojo deepens the kiss as his tongue slides over your bottom lip and swipes at it, pushing into your mouth and against your tongue. he’s still leaning over your back from behind, one hand keeping the side of your face steady as his other one moves to rest on your thigh.

geto can feel the way your legs are shifting involuntarily from the way gojo moves, and his grip on your waist tightens to keep you in place. gojo slowly deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping through your parted lips to play with yours lazily. “you’re so cute,” he mutters against your mouth between kisses, his voice barely above a whisper.

geto watches as you and gojo continue to kiss above him, his hands still resting on you. he just hums quietly, enjoying the sight. gojo continues to kiss you, his tongue dancing with yours at a slow pace. there’s no urgency to the way he kisses you, he seems content to lazily move his lips against yours and hold your face in his hand.

geto is watching the two of you intently, his hands still resting on your body as he takes in the sight of you both. he lets out a soft hum, but doesn’t say anything, just watching as gojo’s tongue moves against yours. his kiss moves down along your jaw and then down your neck, his lips trailing over your skin until he reaches the back of your shoulder. as his mouth touches the sensitive skin behind your ear, he presses another gentle kiss there before muttering in your ear.

“do you think you can take another round, baby?” his voice is a mix of teasing and affection.

as gojo whispers the question into your ear, you can feel geto’s arms gently loosen their grip on your hips. he can probably sense that the three of you are starting to transition to the second round.

his hands move so that they are now resting on the outside of your thighs. his palms are flat against your skin, but still holding you in place on his lap. he’s looking up at you, waiting for your response.

“p-please...” you beg, your hand moving slowly to gripping on gojo's hands, giving him another begging through physical. at your pitiful, “please”, both gojo and geto are unable to hold back a reaction. they can both tell you’re getting needy already.

when gojo hears you begging, he hums against your shoulder and bites down gently on the skin there, leaving a light mark. geto’s hands move gently up and down your thighs as he responds to your plea. “please what, baby?” he asks, his voice a mixture of tease and desire. “please, fuck me..” your words come out breathy.

when you gasp out the plea, there’s another soft chuckle from gojo, and he sucked another mark into the skin of your shoulder. meanwhile, geto lets out a low exhale of air at the explicit request. “god, i love your mouth when you say things like that,” he says, and the words are more of a growl than anything. his hands tighten their grip on your thighs.

gojo straightens so that his mouth is no longer at the back of your shoulder. he’s looking down at you now, a smirk on his face. “that’s not very polite, princess,” he teases. “you need to learn how to ask nicely”

meanwhile, geto’s hands rub up and down your thighs. he’s also watching your face, amused at the way you’re already begging. “but i said please..” you let out a soft whining. gojo chuckles at that response. “i know you said please, but you can do better than that,” he says, his hand still on your face. geto hums, and you can feel his fingers digging into your skin. “come on, baby, tell us what you want. say it like a good girl,” he says, his voice low and teasing.

you wrapped your finger around his wrist that is still on your face, “please baby, i wanna feel your dick inside me so bad . .” at the sound of your words, and the pleading tone in your voice, both gojo and geto react. gojo’s hand tightens slightly against your cheek. geto lets out a low, satisfied groan at your request. “you’re such a good girl for us,” he says, biting your shoulder gently

gojo lets out another low chuckle as you wrap your fingers around his wrist. “you’ve got a mouth on you, you know that?” he says teasingly, his smile still on his lips. he’s amused by the way you’re asking.

meanwhile, geto lets out another low exhale against your skin. “fuck, i love how desperate you’re sounding right now,” he mutters, his hands moving to grip your thighs again. gojo pulls your face slightly closer so that he’s looking you right in the eye. “you want it that badly, huh?” he asks, his voice a mix of amusement and a hint of condescension.

geto is still watching your face intently, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. he can feel the way your skin is quivering against his touch. “you’re such a needy little thing right now, aren’t you?” he mutters against your shoulder before leaving another mark on the skin. you nodded, your eyes practically begging as you lost between gojo's azure eyes. “please. . ”

gojo lets out another chuckle when he sees the pleading look in your eyes. “you’re so cute when you look at me like that,” he says. geto still has his eyes on your face, watching the expressions you’re making in your desperation. “look at you, being all needy and beautiful,” he says, the words a mixture of compliment and amused taunt. his grip on your thighs tightens even more.

gojo leans in a bit closer, the smirk still on his face. “you want it that badly, hm?” he asks again, his voice still teasing. geto can feel the way your skin is quivering and shaking in his grip, your body desperately craving more touch and more attention. “god, watching you like this is so hot,” he mutters, leaving another mark on the skin of your shoulder.

gojo’s hand moves from your face to your shoulder, holding you lightly while his lips press against your skin. his other hand is working to pull off his shorts.

when he kicks off his shorts, geto is now holding you by the waist with one hand, his other hand still gripping your thighs. he lets out another low, satisfied hum when he sees gojo now completely naked. “god, you’re so hot,” he mutters against the skin of your neck.

gojo lets out a light chuckle when he hears geto’s mutter. “i take it you’re liking the view,” he comments, his voice still amused. geto just nods, his lips still on your neck. “you look even better naked,” he says, his voice a low, hungry-sounding growl. he’s still holding you and biting your skin, his hand on your thigh gripping you tightly.

in the meantime, gojo has now moved his hands to your waist, replacing geto’s hands on your hips. his hands are firm and steady on your skin, holding you steadily in place on his lap.

“are you ready, baby?” he asks, shifting his body slightly so that you can feel him even more clearly against you. “yes, please..” you nod, your eyes glisten as you look at gojo. gojo lets out another low laugh when he hears your response. “god, you’re so gorgeous when you’re begging,” he says, his voice a mix of amusement and desire.

geto is still watching the two of you intently, his breath hitches when he hears you pleading. “you’re such a good girl for us,” he mutters against your skin before leaving another mark on your neck. gojo lets out a low chuckle at the feeling of your body quivering and shaking in anticipation. “you’re shaking so much, it’s adorable,“ he says, his voice a mix of amusement and desire.

geto, who’s still lying back on the bed, lets out a low hum when he feels how hard gojo is against you. “god, you’re so eager,” he mutters, his breath still coming out in low, satisfied pants. geto shifts his position slightly, adjusting his hold on you. his hand slips down from your hip to your ass, groping at your plump flesh before giving it a light squeeze. the other hand reaches up to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat. “ready?” he echoes, his tone low and filled with anticipation.

you nodded, hands gripping tightly on geto's shoulder as you squirm on his lap. “oh— fuck!” a long groan pushing past your lips the moment gojo's cock slowly entering your pussy from behind, fucking you while you on sit top of geto's lap.

geto's eyes darken with lust as he watches gojo enter you from behind. he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “that's it, baby. take his cock like a good girl.” his hand in your hair tightens, tilting your head to the side to expose your neck further. suguru's tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your throat before his teeth graze over your pulse point.

“fuck, you're so sexy like this,” he groans, his own arousal evident in the growing bulge pressing against your pussy. geto starts to rock his hips in time with gojo's thrusts, grinding his clothed cock against your pussy once again.

geto continues to grind his hardening cock against your slick folds, the friction making him hiss through clenched teeth. his free hand slides down to cup your mound, fingers spreading your lips apart to gain better access. with each thrust from behind, geto rubs his thumb over your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerves. “f-fuck—” you stutter from the pleasure of geto's hand and gojo's dick.

“so wet,” he murmurs, his voice laced with pride and desire. “can't wait to taste you later,” geto leans in to capture your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, swallowing your moans as gojo picks up the pace, driving into you harder and faster.

“o-oh, god, 'toru. . ” you moan against geto's lips.

geto breaks away from the kiss only to trail kisses down your jawline and neck, leaving a burning path wherever his lips touch. his grip on your hair tightens even more, pulling your head back to expose your throat fully. geto's tongue traces over your collarbone before descending lower, towards the valley between your breasts.

“so good f’ me, s-so fucking good,” gojo whimpering, continues to pound into you relentlessly from behind. geto takes advantage of every movement to tease and torment your sensitive nipples. his thumb brushes over your clit again and again, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins.

“oh fuck— toru. . .” tears are swelling up to the corner of your eyes as geto's grips your hair until you look up and meet with gojo's eyes. gojo's nails rooted on your skin as he keep thrust his cock inside your pussy.

geto's gaze flickers up to meet yours, his dark eyes blazing with raw need. he gives your hair a sharp tug, forcing you to arch your back and push your chest closer to his teasing mouth. “look at me, baby,” he commands softly but firmly, wanting nothing more than to see the pleasure etched onto your features.

as gojo's relentless pounding sends waves of ecstasy crashing through your body, suguru's hands become even more insistent, kneading and squeezing at your breasts mercilessly. he bites down gently on your nipple, a soft gasp escaping his lips as he feels how hard you've gotten for them both.

geto's heart pounds wildly against your cheek as he watches gojo take control, pushing you down onto his lap. he grips your hips tighter, guiding your movements to match gojo's rhythm perfectly. each thrust drives deeper, stretching you deliciously around his girthy length. “so fucking tight,” gojo groans, leaning forward to bite down on the curve of your shoulder. his hands roam over your back, tracing along your spine before sliding up to grasp at your hair. with deft fingers,

as gojo's teeth sink into your shoulder, a sharp cry escapes from your lips. geto's hands leave your breasts to slide down your sides, trailing fire across your skin. when he reaches your thighs, he grips them firmly, spreading them wider to give gojo better access. his thumbs press against your inner thighs, rubbing circles into your tender flesh as he watches gojo's cock disappear and reappear from within you. “fuck baby, you look so perfect taking him like that,” geto murmurs, his voice thick with lust.

geto's gaze fixates on where their bodies join, watching intently as gojo pistons in and out of you. a low growl rumbles in his throat as he observes the way your curves ripple with each powerful thrust. his hands glide back up to your breasts, kneading them roughly once again. geto leans in close, whispering dirty words into your ear about what they plan to do with you once they're done with this.

“ah— i-i'm close,” you whimper, eyes glisten with tears.

geto's eyes flash with excitement at your confession, his hands becoming even more demanding on your body. “come for us then, baby,” he urges, his voice dripping with seduction. “let us feel you fall apart,” gojo added. as if sensing your impending climax, gojo redoubles his efforts, slamming into you with renewed vigor. geto mirrors his actions, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers, coaxing out every last drop of pleasure from your trembling form.

geto can hardly contain himself as he watches you teeter on the edge of release. his fingers dig into your flesh, urging you closer to that blissful precipice. “do it,” he pleads, his voice ragged with desire. “give it all to us.” as if responding to his plea, gojo slams into you one final time, triggering your orgasm. your walls clench around him desperately, milking his throbbing member for everything it's worth.

geto watches, entranced, as your body convulses in pleasure beneath them. he can't help but be moved by the sight of you unraveling under their combined ministrations. “that's it,” he encourages, feeling a surge of pride swell within him. “show us how much you love being used like this.” as your climax begins to wane, geto leans in to claim another searing kiss, tasting the saltiness of your sweat on your lips.

gojo watches as you convulse beneath them, his hands still tight on your hips as he looks down at you. the sound of you unraveling is only adding to his own desire, and he lets out a low laugh of satisfaction. “god damn, you’re incredible,” he mutters, his voice rough.

geto, meanwhile, pulls you into another searing kiss, claiming your lips again. his tongue delves into your mouth, tasting the saltiness of your sweat. as geto’s tongue dominates your mouth, gojo watches the two of you intently, his hands still on your hips, holding you in place. his eyes move back and forth between you and geto, watching closely to catalogue every reaction and expression.

“god, you two look good together” he mutters, his voice rough. his grip tightens on your hips as he watches the two of you make out. gojo is still breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath after pulling out of you. he’s watching as you fall apart on geto’s arm, your eyes closed as you try to catch your own breath.

“you look so beautiful,” he mutters, his voice is still rough. his hand reaches out and brushes the hair off your face. meanwhile, geto is still sitting against the headboard, his arm still around you as you try to catch your breath. he’s watching you intently as you recover, and his hand gently rubs your back in soothing circles. “you did so good, baby” he mutters, his voice soft, “you’re so beautiful.”

gojo gets up from geto’s lap, and gently pulls you to lay you down on the bed, making sure you’re comfortable. he moves so that he’s now lying next to you on the bed, his hand still resting lightly on your hip.

geto watches as you lie down on the bed and moves over so that he’s now lying next to you, too. he rests his hand on your stomach, his thumb rubbing gentle circles in your skin. as the three of you lay there together, there’s a moment of comfortable silence, with the only sound being the evenness of your breaths. gojo and geto are both still touching you, their hands gently rubbing your skin wherever they can reach.

“how are you feeling, baby?” gojo asks after a few moments, his voice soft and gentle.

you give him a weak smile, “perfect.”

“perfect,” gojo repeats, his voice satisfied as he echoes your word. he’s still resting next to you, his hand still gently making patterns on your skin. geto, who’s lying on your other side, also hums his agreement. “you look perfect,” he mutters, his fingers still rubbing your stomach. “you did so well,” he draw another mutter on your skin to kiss your forehead.

there’s another moment of comfortable silence, with the three of you just laying there together and enjoying the afterglow. gojo’s hand continues to gently rub your skin, and geto's hand is still moving in slow circles on your stomach. “can i ask you something, princess?” gojo says suddenly, his voice still soft and gentle.

you open your eyes and turn your head to look at gojo, “what is it?” you ask him, voice soft and dripping with tiredness.

gojo looks down at you as you turn your head to look at him, his eyes lingering on your face. he can see the exhaustion in your eyes and in your voice, which seems to be dripping with tiredness.

“i just wanted to ask…” he pauses for a moment, his hand still rubbing slow circles on your skin. “you enjoyed that, right?” he asks, his voice gentle and concerned. you look at him like he's the most stupid person in the world that makes you confused, “yeah?” you ask.

gojo notices the look on your face and laughs at your question. “okay, well, don’t give me that look,” he says jokingly. geto, who’s lying on your other side, also laughs, his hand still rubbing soothing circles on your stomach. “don't insult him, he’s just checking in, princess,” he says, his voice amused.

gojo chuckles again before continuing. “i know you enjoyed it, i just want to make sure” he says, his voice serious again. he pauses for another moment, still looking at you intently. “i just want to make sure you’re comfortable and happy,” he says, his voice earnest. gojo is still watching your face, waiting for your answer. “you’d tell us if you didn’t, right?” he asks, his voice a mixture of curiosity and concern.

“do you want me to tell you if i didn't?”

“yes.” both gojo and geto answer at the same time. geto glances over at gojo before turning his attention back to you, his hand still rubbing your stomach. “we want to know if you had a good time,” he says, his voice serious.

gojo nods in agreement. “yeah, if you didn’t enjoy something, we want you to tell us,” he says. “your comfort and happiness are important to us, princess,” he adds. you nod, taking their hand to plant a kiss on the back of their hand, “then i will.”

gojo and geto both watch as you take their hands and plant a kiss on the backs. they both smile at the gesture, clearly touched by the small act of affection.

“good,” gojo says, his voice satisfied. “that’s all we want, you to be honest and comfortable,” he adds, his hand gently squeezing yours. geto hums in agreement, his hand rubbing the back of yours. “we value your feelings more than anything, princess,” he mutters, his voice soft and sincere.

there’s a moment of comfortable silence again, as the three of you just lay there together, your hands still intertwined. gojo and geto are both watching you closely, their eyes taking in your every expression.

“you look tired,” gojo finally says, breaking the silence. he’s still holding your hand, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on your skin. you nod, “just a little,” you softly speak before pushing your body away from the bed to sit up. “i'm going to get a drink first,” you tell them. you took gojo's white shirt that he used before and put it on you.

gojo watches as you push yourself up from the bed and put on his shirt. his eyes trail over your body, admiring the way the fabric of his shirt hangs on your figure. he’s about to speak when geto reaches out and grabs your arm, keeping you in place.

“you don’t have to get up, i’ll get you a drink,” he says, his voice gentle and affectionate. “thank you,” you said politely as you smiled at him. “of course,” geto says, smiling back at you. he pats you gently on the head before getting up from the bed.

gojo watches as geto walks out of the bedroom, his eyes lingering on his naked back as he leaves the room. “damn, he’s hot,” he mutters, his voice low enough that only you can hear it. you look at him with your eyebrows knit together softly before rolling your eyes, “god, you're such a horn dog.”

gojo lets out a low laugh when he hears your comment. “hey, i can’t help it if i appreciate a nice body,” he says, his voice still low. he looks over at you, a smirk on his face. “you can’t deny he looks good,” he adds, his eyes trailing over your figure in his shirt.

gojo chuckles and pulls you towards him again, your bodies pressing against each other. “i mean, yeah he's hot but— ah fuck it, let's objectifying him,” you giggle as you wrap your arm around gojo's waist. when he hears you say you’d like to objectify him, his smirk widens. “yeah, let’s do it,” he says, his voice low.

he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you even closer, his hand gently rubbing small circles on your lower back. “his ass is pretty great,” he mutters, his eyes raking over your figure in his shirt.

you nodded, “his dick too.”

gojo laughs out loud at your comment, clearly having not expected it. “god damn, baby,” he mutters, his voice full of humor. “yeah, it’s very good,” he agrees, his eyes still roaming over your body in his shirt. “how’d you fit it all in your mouth?” he teases, using his free hand to gently brush your hair behind your ear. “have no idea,” you shake your head as you laugh.

gojo laughs again when he hears your reply, clearly enjoying the conversation. he moves his head so that it’s right next to your ear, and his voice is a low murmur when he speaks again. “you look so good in my shirt,” he mutters, his breath hot against your skin. “thank you,” you smile at him as you look up. your fingers run across his arm.

gojo smiles back at you, his hand still rubbing small circles on your lower back. he takes a moment to admire your expression, his eyes drinking in how your face looks when you’re smiling up at him.

“i like it when you wear my clothes,” he admits, his voice low, “it reminds me that you’re mine.” gojo looks deep into your eyes for a moment, taking in your expression and the soft smile on your lips. he then presses his lips against your forehead in a gentle kiss, his lips lingering against your skin.

“you’re adorable, you know that?” he mutters, still holding you close to him. just then, geto walks back into the room, holding a glass of water in his hand. When he sees you and gojo cuddled together on the bed, he raises an eyebrow. “did i miss something?” he asks jokingly, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

“we're objectifying you,” you said, giggling.

geto lets out a chuckle when he hears you say you’re objectifying him. “oh, is that so?” he asks, his voice amused. he takes a few steps closer to the bed, a small smile on his face. “anything interesting being said?” he asks, looking over at gojo who’s still holding you against him.

geto walk over to the other side of the bed and hand you the water as he takes a seat beside you. gojo looks over at geto, a smirk on his face. “oh, just talking about how good you look,” he says casually, his hand still rubbing small circles on your lower back.

geto lets out a low laugh when he hears gojo’s comment, clearly somewhat amused by it. he watches as you take the glass of water from his hand, and takes a moment to admire your pretty face before pinching your cheek. “just my looks?” he teases, his voice low and sultry. “not my skills?” he asks, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.

gojo smirks again when he hears his comment, his hand still idly rubbing small circles on your lower back. “oh, your skills are definitely being appreciated too,” he says. he looks over at geto, his eyes trailing over his body. “a very important part of you,” he adds, his voice low.

they both stop talking and watch as you take sips from the water, both of them clearly enjoying the sight. gojo's hand is still rubbing your lower back, his eyes never leaving you as you drink. meanwhile, geto's hand is still resting on your thigh; his eyes are looking at the way your throat moves as you swallow.

“what?” you look at them as you hesitate to pull the glass away from your face. gojo and geto both look at you when you look at them, both of them still admiring your pretty face. “just enjoying the view,” gojo says simply, his hand still rubbing circles on your back. “you look very pretty while drinking,” geto adds, his hand still resting on your thigh.

after finishing, you hand the half-empty glass to gojo and cast a questioning glance at geto. “what’s so pretty about drinking?” you ask, slightly puzzled. gojo takes the water glass from you and sets it down on the bedside table. both gojo and geto are still looking at you, their expressions amused by your question.

“just the way your neck moves when you swallow,” geto says simply.

gojo nods in agreement. “yeah, it’s pretty hot,” he adds, his eyes trailing over the smooth line of your throat. you just rolled your eyes at your two boyfriends horniness before placing a pillow behind you and pulling a blanket over your body as you lay down.

gojo and geto both chuckled at your eye roll, clearly amused by your reaction to their horniness. gojo watches as you place a pillow behind you and pull a blanket over your body, his eyes trailing over your form as you get comfortable. geto leans over and pats your head gently, a smile on his face. “comfy?” he asks, his voice soft.

you nod and smile at him before turning to gojo, who is still eyeing you with a hungry gaze. “go to sleep, dickhead. it’s almost three in the morning,” you say, giving him a nasty look.

gojo laughs at your comment, amused by your words. “but i’m not tired,” he says, his eyes still roaming over your body.

“yeah, i’m not tired either,” geto agrees, his hand still patting your head gently. “but, i am,” you mumble, pulling the blanket until it reaches your chin.

as soon as you mumble that you’re tired, both gojo and geto’s expressions soften. they both look at you for a moment, taking in your sleepy face and the way the blanket is pulled up to your chin. “okay princess,” gojo says, his voice gentle. “we’ll go to sleep,” he assures you, his hand still rubbing gentle circles on your lower back.

they both eventually join you, lying on their sides as you shift to face them as well. gojo pulls you closer, so your back is against his chest, while the two of you face geto. as soon as all three of you are lying down on the bed, gojo pulls you closer to him, your back pressed against his chest. he wraps his arm around your waist, his hand resting on your stomach.

geto watches as you and gojo get comfortable, a small smile on his face. he shifts so that he’s a little closer to you, his eyes roaming over your pretty face. despite all three of you being tired, you don’t close your eyes right away. instead, gojo and geto both continue to talk softly, their voices quiet and drowsy.

gojo’s hand is still resting on your stomach, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your skin. meanwhile, geto’s eyes are still fixed on your face, a small smile on his lips as he watches you listen.

gojo and geto continue talking quietly, their voices low and drowsy as they converse. meanwhile, you pull your phone out from under the pillow and start using it. gojo glances down and sees that you’re using your phone, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “what are you doing, princess?” he asks, his voice soft.

“just scrolling,” you mumble, the light from your phone illuminating your face. they don’t say anything and continue their quiet conversation. both gojo and geto glance down at your phone, noticing how the light from it illuminates your face, making you look even prettier under the dim lighting of the room. “what are you scrolling through?” gojo asks, his voice sounding just a hint too interested.

“just some tiktok videos, baby,” you reply softly. they nod and allow you to continue, not really focusing on your phone as they keep chatting. gojo and geto both nod as you tell them that you’re just scrolling through some tiktok videos, their focus more on their conversation rather than what you’re doing on your phone.

“that’s cool,” gojo says, his voice absent-minded as his hand keeps rubbing small circles on your stomach.

after a few minutes, gojo notices that the sound from your phone keeps repeating as if a certain video is on a loop. he glances down at you and sees that your eyes are closed, your breathing slower and more steady.

when he realizes you’ve fallen asleep with your phone still on, a small smile forms on his face. he reaches out and gently takes your phone out of your grasp, setting it down on the bedside table. geto also notices that you’ve fallen asleep and looks down at you with a soft smile on his face.

he reaches out and brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle so as not to wake you up. “she’s asleep,” he murmurs to gojo, his voice barely above a whisper.

gojo nods in agreement, his eyes still fixed on your face. “yeah, she’s out cold,” he says, his voice just as quiet as geto’s. he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hand gently stroking your stomach.

“we should go to sleep, too,” gojo whispers.

geto nods in agreement, his eyes still fixed on you sleeping. “yeah, we should,” he says, his voice soft. he shifts closer to you so that he’s a little nearer, his body warm and comfortable against yours.

geto gently presses a kiss to your forehead, murmuring, “sleep well, my love,” his voice tender and soft as he brushes his lips against your skin. he then turns to gojo, leaning in to give him a warm kiss as well. with a loving smile, he says, “good night, baby,” his tone is full of affection and care.

gojo smiles when he hears geto’s soft words, enjoying the gentle tone of his voice. “good night,” he murmurs, his voice low.

he reaches over and turns off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. then he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, your back pressed against his chest.

[kitchentablewriting]

Hi! I decided I'd try my luck with this. I love your writing btw, your Doll House fics are just amazing. Congratulations on 2k followers, you deserve it! Here's my request for the event:

Character: Tomura Shigaraki

AU Setting: Prison

Spice Level: NSFW or Slightly Spicy

Mood: Writers choice

Kinks: Daddy kink, size difference, virgin reader, praise kink, and if you want, non-con.

I was thinking maybe Tomura is a prisoner and Reader is a guard working at the prison. Thank you! I'm excited to see the results!

Shower Duty - A Shigaraki x Reader Fic

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Quirkless AU. Shigaraki is a prisoner, reader is a guard. Straddles the line between Dubcon and Noncon, so beware! 

Part of CandyCandy’s 2k followers event! Any feedback is adored! Dividers by @benkeibear.

You’ve only been working as a guard at this high security prison for three weeks, and you already want to quit. 

It started out so well. The pay is good, the warden isn’t a complete jerk, you get along with your coworkers, and even the prisoners are relatively well behaved. Sure, they occasionally flirt with you or make inappropriate comments, but as the only woman guard, you’re not surprised. 

However, a week ago you were transferred to a different section of the prison, and that’s when you found out that Shigaraki Tomura, the infamous serial killer and terrorist, is being held here. 

Everyone in the country knows his name. Everyone lived in fear of him while he was on the loose, carving a path of murder and mayhem across the nation. And everyone celebrated when he was finally caught and sentenced to life in prison, but the public was never informed of which prison he would spend the rest of his days in. 

That was six years ago. You were a teenager then, but even you had watched the trial on the news, being equal parts terrified and fascinated by the thin man with long white hair and peculiar red eyes. He had remained totally silent throughout the trial, showing no emotion whatsoever. No remorse, but no pride or malice either. At one point he looked directly at the camera, and the intense look in his eyes gave you nightmares for weeks. 

So when your coworker led you to a cell with no bars, only a tiny window slot to look through, you were shocked when you looked inside and saw the notorious killer.

He was sitting on his cot, reading a book. He looked a little different, naturally after six years. His hair was longer, still that shocking white color, and he was more toned than you remembered. He probably lifted weights like the other prisoners did for recreation. He glanced up at the window slot, and his ruby eyes met yours. By reflex, you pulled away. 

For the next few days, you had to patrol this hallway. No one ever went into Shigaraki’s cell, for any reason. Food was pushed through the slot on a tray. He was taken from his cell once every night to shower. It had to be when there were no other prisoners in the shower room, because the guards needed to focus their attention on him. Two armed guards had to escort him to the shower and then escort him back. 

The guards didn’t seem that worried about him. In six years he has been completely docile and quiet. He rarely speaks and shows zero inclination for violence. Actually, he’s a model prisoner. At least that’s what the other guards told you. 

Once, you were one of the guards in charge of taking him to the shower room. You tried to avoid looking at him as he undressed in front of you and the guard standing beside you. But it was literally your job to watch him, as awkward as it was. He didn’t seem embarrassed to have a woman in the room, probably because he has a surprisingly nice body, well sculpted, with impressive proportions. 

After he finished showering, he dried off and dressed in fresh clothes, and as you stepped beside him to escort him back to his cell, he spoke to you for the first time. 

“Enjoy the show?”

You looked at him in shock, more from hearing his voice for the first time than from his words. But once those words sank in, your face flushed with heat and you frowned at him. “Murderers aren’t my type,” you shot back, and nothing more was said. 

Today, three days later, you find yourself on shower duty again. You and a friendly coworker are standing just outside the reach of the water’s spray, watching Shigaraki lather himself up, when both your radio communicators buzz with sound. 

“Riot in Cell Block D! Everyone available head to Cell Block D to assist!”

You turn toward the door to rush over and help, but your fellow guard stops you. “I’ll go. You stay and watch him!”

You glance at Shigaraki, who is taking his time rinsing off, then back to the guard. “Wouldn’t it be better for you to stay?”

He shakes his head. “Have you ever seen a riot before? It’s wild! People are throwing punches left and right, shoving, kicking… it’s dangerous! Look, Shigaraki has been perfectly behaved since he’s been here. He’s not gonna mess up his record now. Besides, you have a gun. If he tries to make trouble, just shoot him in the leg!”

With that, the other guard runs off, leaving you alone with the wet, naked serial killer. 

You place your hand on your holstered gun, just for your own peace of mind, and watch him warily. He glances over at you, and his eyes widen very slightly. He’s probably surprised to find you alone. A hint of a grin passes over his face, and he turns his body to face you, giving you a very clear view of his nakedness. 

It makes you want to avert your eyes, but you can’t. Especially not now, being the only guard in the room. He probably knows that. 

Suddenly Shigaraki groans and grabs the wall of the shower as he staggers toward you, as if he’s dizzy. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you ask, your hand still on your gun. “Are you alright?”

“I don’t know…” he mumbles, holding his head with his free hand. “Feel like I’m… passing ou-“

He lurches forward, falling, and you rush to catch him in your arms. It’s simply human nature to try to catch a falling person, a reflex you can’t control. And as soon as you feel his hard, dripping wet body against yours, you realize your mistake. 

His hand moves swiftly to your gun, pulling it from the holster and tossing it across the room, far out of your reach. Your first instinct is to reach for your radio, to call for help, but he has one of your hands in a vice grip as he knocks the radio out of your other hand. It smashes on the tile floor, and you have no options left but to try to fight him off.

The struggle doesn’t last long. He’s taller and stronger than you, and he probably has a lot of experience subduing people by force. He killed a lot of people with his bare hands after all. 

He manages to knock your feet out from under you and you crash onto the wet floor as the water from the shower pours over you both. He drops down to his knees, straddling your thrashing body, and quickly pins your hands back, on either side of your head. 

“Stop fighting, or I’ll have to hurt you,” he says, his voice frighteningly calm. 

You go still, smart enough to know better than to waste your energy on a losing battle. “You’ll never escape,” you tell him, trying to sound sure of yourself. 

A disturbing grin spreads over his face. “Who said I want to escape?”

“Then what are you…?” Your voice trails off as you realize what he intends to do. “No!” you shout, struggling beneath him. 

He grips both your wrists and then slams them against the floor. “Be still, or I’ll snap your neck! And when the other guard comes back, I’ll snap his neck too! I’m serving a life sentence, I’ve got nothing to lose!”

You go limp, whimpering as he straightens up, releasing your wrists. Even with your hands free, you’re still unarmed, on your back, helpless. Trying to fight him will only get you killed, and possibly your coworker as well. You’re dealing with a murderer, so his threats are definitely not empty. 

“That’s it,” he says, lightly stroking your now wet hair, “that’s a good girl. Now keep being good for me, and you might just enjoy this.”

You look at him with venom in your eyes. “I would never-“

He covers your mouth with his own, his tongue slipping past your lips and mingling with yours. When he pulls away, he’s grinning at you again. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, where your eyes linger. You can deny it all you like, but I know what you want.”

“You’re wrong,” you tell him, looking him straight in the eyes. 

“Really? Guess we’ll see.”

You can feel the water on the floor seeping into your clothes, the edge of the shower’s spray hitting your left arm and shoulder, as his hands move to the buttons of your shirt. With nimble, steady fingers, he unbuttons them, shoving your shirt open to reveal your white lace bra. Then he pushes it up, above your breasts, exposing you. 

Turning your head to the side, you avert your eyes as his hands squeeze and rub your soft flesh. You refuse to make a sound. You won’t give him the satisfaction. 

Once he’s done groping your chest, he moves down, unbuckling your belt, then unzipping your standard gray uniform pants. You draw in a sharp breath as he yanks your pants down your legs, but otherwise remain silent. 

“Moment of truth,” he says, then he pauses. You glance back at him, and he says, “I’ll make a deal with you. If your pussy isn’t wet at all, and not from the water, I’ll stop. I won’t touch you again. But if you’re all sticky and ready for me…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence. You squint your eyes closed, and he pulls your panties off before opening your legs. You feel his fingers touch you, slide into you way too easily, and then he laughs. 

“In knew it! You’re drenched.”

You open your eyes, your face hot with embarrassment. “It’s the water! I’m not… aroused.”

He holds his fingers up, moving them like scissors to show the stretchy strings of fluid. “This isn’t water.”

You look away again, tears blurring your vision. Even you don’t know why you’re turned on by him. He’s a killer! “Just… don’t hurt me,” you finally say. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Huh?” He looks confused for a moment, staring at your face with red eyes until your words click. “Wait, never? So you’re…?”

You don’t say anything to confirm it, you don’t have to. You’re waiting for some gross comment or mockery, but he just leans his face down close to your ear and says, “I’ll take care of you.”

What does that mean? Before you can react, his fingers are inside you again, probing, stroking, making you feel things you’ve never felt before. You let out a small cry, and then clamp your hand over your mouth. You swore you wouldn’t make a sound! 

Shigaraki grins down at you. “Cute,” he says, before dipping his head down to kiss your neck. He’s being strangely gentle, kissing you like a lover, making your heart flutter even as your mind rejects everything that’s happening right now. 

You feel pleasure building in your core, and you fight the feeling with everything you have. You can’t cum from being touched by this monster! You just can’t! 

Mercifully, he stops, pulling his hand away and licking his fingers. You watch him, your breaths coming faster, your heart pounding. Then, you feel his hands on your hips, holding you in place. You don’t struggle as he pushes himself inside you, slowly and carefully, looking you in the eyes. You’re not even sure if you want to struggle anymore. 

There’s a disturbing beauty to him as he hovers over you, his damp white hair spilling over his shoulders, his intense eyes shimmering. When he begins moving inside you, he starts with shallow thrusts, slightly stretching you as he goes. There’s a bit of a sting, but nothing like you expected, especially with him. 

“You’re doing so good,” he says into your ear before kissing your lips again and thrusting a bit deeper. “Being such a good girl for me.”

As he starts to go faster, harder, he reaches down with one hand and strokes your clit with his fingers, making your hips buck reflexively. A moan escapes you, but at this point you’ve stopped caring if you make noise. You both hate this and love it, and you can’t decide which emotion is stronger. 

The pleasure builds again, spiraling through your body, and this time, nothing you can do will stop it. 

You cry out as you climax, your back arching. Shigaraki has one hand on your thigh, the other buried in your hair, and he keeps fucking you deeply as you ride out the storm of pleasure, clenching tightly around him. Eventually you feel him twitch inside you, and then he cums, not even bothering to try pulling out. He coats your insides completely, looking down at you with twisted affection in his eyes. “Good girl,” he says, before pulling out of you and standing up. 

He showers off again while you scramble to put your wet clothes back on, having no idea what to do about this. And so when your fellow guard finally returns, you’re silent besides telling him you got wet catching Shigaraki when he nearly fainted. 

Your mind is racing. Shigaraki dresses and smiles at you as you escort him back to his cell, looking almost smug. 

As you lock the door, he looks at you and says, “I hope you’ll be on shower duty more often.”

[kitchentablewriting]

•Shigaraki Falling for You•

A series of events following Shigaraki Tomura falling for you. (Reader is not in the league of villains)

Warning: protective/stalker behavior (potentially Soft Yandere?) and Self deprecating thoughts (nothing major)

Reader: written with a female reader in mind, but can be read as gender neutral

It’s going to be a slow process

The most slow burn of all slow burns

Truly he wishes he could just kill you, your stupid face and equally as stupid personality could fuck right off into dust.

He thought it was a fluke— any male his age would get a little flustered at the sight of someone as attractive as you are.

But then the feeling never stopped and he completely lost sight of himself

He’s never had the desire to get to know someone— you can’t really blame him for being so confused

For awhile he completely locks himself away from you, refusing to look at you or acknowledge you whatsoever (though he still found himself lurking around in your vicinity)

Once that fazes out he’s just angry.

Angry at himself, angry at you and angry at the world

You’re stuck to his brain in such an alarming way— he honestly thought it was someone’s quirk being used against him, like it was some sick joke

He hated it. He hated the way you made him feel, and he hated himself for feeling

No matter how hard he tried to fight it (albeit not very hard) he couldn’t find it in himself to hate you

His anger quickly turned to infatuation

He needed to know more about you, he needed to understand why your presence kept pulling him in

You were nice to him when he would come by the coffee shop you worked at

You gave him a smile so genuine it made him want to smile back

He found himself following you home some nights, just too see what route you would follow on certain days

This little routine of his made him wonder how you stayed so upbeat

Your customers were rude and entitled

Some of them would let their hands linger on you when you gave them change

Some of them gave you a hard time just to see you get upset

One guy in particular had tried to get you fired, making up more lies than shigaraki had ever heard.

He saw you cry for the first time in months in your apartment that night

Without really thinking about it, he tracked that guy down and killed him so you’d never have to see his face again

He didn’t know that killing that one guy would start a frenzy in himself

Now whenever someone got angry with you, whenever they couldn’t see that you were just doing your job—

He took it into his own hands to shut them up.

It wasn’t his most calculated idea, it wasn’t long before the police started to watch the area, and soon after more hero’s were out on patrol

He couldn’t really find it in himself to care though

One off handed comment from Dabi changed his whole ideals around in an instant

“If you keep going to her she’s just going to get in trouble”

It was a joke, he was making fun of him for taking so much time out of his day just to watch you exist

But it flipped a switch in his head

You had to come to him instead.

The more he thought about it the more he didn’t want you working at that crusty old coffee shop at the corner of town.

He didn’t want you dealing with those disgusting civilian creeps anymore 

The only safe place for you to be was with him

At this point he still hadn’t put the pieces together, he still wasn’t sure why you made him feel the way that he did.

That didn’t stop him from stumbling on your doorstep pretending he got mugged though

You were surprised to see him, he could see it in the gleam of your eyes

He wasn’t even sure if you knew who he was. Which he supposed would make things easier

And you didn’t know who he was— all you knew is that he was one of your regulars and that he needed your help

He had asked you not to call the police, he claimed he didn’t want any trouble with law enforcement— that he just wanted some water and a place to sit down

You were obviously on edge, scared, confused— all things he expected. But you let him in.

He had walked to your house on his own, letting himself get soaked in the storm outside. He wanted to seem believable, he wanted you to give him the attention he craved so badly

Your apartment smelled like coffee and sugar cookies, a pleasant smell he knew he wouldn’t be able to forget. It was the smell of you— a smell you carried with you wherever you went.

In the back of his mind he made sure to note that he needed to get you a wax warmer, he never wanted to go without this scent. He was starting to crave it.

You were patient with him, getting him water, checking his head for bumps and his body for bruises

You were like his own personal guardian angel

He took you that night

Not a trace of your life left behind, empty floors and bare walls. Not even your scent remained.

[kitchentablewriting]

Suguru Blue (Part 2)

Pairing: cult leader!geto x reader

Word Count (Part 2): 5K

Warnings: dub-con, rough sex, mentions of violence, sexual trauma, murder, mind games

A hairbrush, two elastics, leave-in conditioner. A heated blanket, folded across the arm of the couch, plugged in and set to a low temperature. Two pillows from your bedroom, their casings switched so they were fresh.

Spoils of war, you could call them, now to be used for his strategy.

It was hard to think with you around, that fact alone making tension grow in his jaw, his hands cradling his head with his elbows on his knees as he waited with dwindling patience for you to finish your shower. His frustration consumed him, thoughts all fighting for dominance in the hollow white of his skull. He should kill you, he should protect you. He should leave, he should stay. He should hate you, he should love you. He fucking hates you. He loves you like he's never loved anything else.

When his ears no longer register the steady thrum of the shower head from the bathroom, though, they immediately cease, his whole being growing silent in expectation.

A few minutes later, you appear from the hallway, damp hair and the softest looking skin he thinks he's ever seen. If he didn't know the true grotesqueness of such a creature, he'd think you some sort of curse, sent to tempt him into straying from his destiny by way of how that oversized t-shirt swallows you whole. Part of him wants to nag at you for not wearing pants, but he knows it's irrational. He’d seen you in much less than an oversized shirt, your underwear and some crew socks before. Hell, thirty minutes ago he would've appreciated you stripped bare, but something about the situation was making him feel… weak. Susceptible. To what, he wasn't sure.

The smell of vanilla and something floral wafts through the air as he instructs you to sit between his spread knees, one hand motioning to the floor beneath him and the other beckoning you closer with two outstretched fingers. Hesitantly, like you’re scared, you saunter forward, and trembling breath escaping your lips as he guides you down with one hand on your waist and the other under your opposite arm. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you to do it yourself, but rather you had to learn that his hands weren’t always dangerous, his grip wasn’t always too tight.

Wordlessly, he reaches for a few of the many tools he had laid out in his arsenal. This time, when his fingers traced your scalp, he made sure it was gentle. Cautious fingers applied the treatment to your still-damp locks from root to end, maybe overindulging you just a tad when he noticed the way you leaned into his touch. That was fine, though, he’d done worse to placate a monkey.

As he works your hair into two tight braids on either side of your head, his eyes happen to wander up into the darkened screen of your television, where he catches you watching him, heavy-lidded and flush-faced.

“Staring isn't polite.” He teases, his tone low as his fingers gather the hair at the back of your scalp as innocent and innocuous as possible. He knows your body too well, though, and loved the power he got from playing it like a master pianist. Goosebumps were erupting along your spine, and though he hated himself for it, he wanted so badly to lean down and trail his tongue along their path.

“Since when did we care about manners?” You respond, and his lip curls up at just how airy the sound is. He takes the remaining elastic between his teeth, fixing it around his fingers and making eye contact with you by way of your reflection, not missing the way you roll your lip between your teeth at the sight. So many monkeys worshiped him, but no admiration felt quite as good as yours. 

“You've always cared about your tact.” He points out, returning his gaze to the task of securing the last elastic as if he wasn’t just doing his best at eye-fucking you.

“Not with you.”.

“Is that a compliment?”.

“Depends on what day it is.” You throw your head back to look up at him, and it's all he can do to keep his cock from stiffening right then and there.

It simply wasn't fair. This was his divine punishment for the execution of that village, with her head cradled in his palms, looking up at him like he spun the world on his fingertips, even though those same fingertips had hurt her, hurt others, willingly stroked the flame of anguish over and over. Her lips are pouty and kissable and soft. So goddamn soft.

Doomed to be an object of his hatred. Doomed to be an object of his affections. He wasn't sure who was more cursed; himself, or you.

“C’mere.” He murmurs, and like the obedient girl you are, you’re almost immediately on your knees, your hands reaching out for him, though he's not completely out of the doghouse yet.

“What if I say no?” You ask, but it's obviously a pointless question, because your hands find purchase on his shoulders and you pull yourself up until you're standing in front of him, looking down at him with an unmistakable warmth in your eyes.

“You won't.” He tells you, his hands sliding along the backs of your knees, slowly inching upwards, noticing the tremble of your thighs, the purse of your lips. God he despises it, the way his hands ache with the urge to touch you, the way his stomach winds under the pin of your stare.

“I could.” You offer, your hands twitching, gripping the fabric of his shirt when his palms continue to snake up the backs of your thighs, defying any moral objections he may have.

“You could.” He agrees, leaning forward to kiss your abdomen over the cotton of that oversized shirt, squeezing the flesh of your thighs with deft fingers, listening for that little sigh you always let go of when he's working you up. “And I would stop with no argument. I don't think you want to, though.” His voice is muffled by the fabric.

A hum that sounds less affirmative and more apprehensive has him pulling away from you slightly, chin tilting upward to get a read on your face. You're not even looking at him, eyes transfixed on something off to the left.

“Do you want to?” He questions, his tone more serious, fingers squeezing your thighs to signal your attention.

You don't look at him though, keeping your gaze cemented right where it is, “No, but…”. A deep breath, and then you look down at him. He cocks his head, scanning your face like it would key him into whatever thoughts were going on in that head of yours.

“What is it?”

You shake your head and step away from him, smiling, but it's not genuine. It was the same smile you gave cashiers and bartenders, the same smile you wore when on the phone with your family trying to honey up your tone. You were placating him.

“Nothing. I just don't think it's a good idea, is all. You really should go home and get some sleep, you know. I imagine you're worn out from dealing with me all night.”

God, your voice was so robotic. So disingenuous. Like an automated customer service line. He’d much rather you yell, cry, cuss him. Anything but this. He was on the cusp of loosing you, and then retroactively loosing whatever tiny fragments were left of his mind.

“I don't understand.” He scoffs, a humorless laugh escaping him as you take another fair step back. He rises to his feet and meanders towards you, “We were doing so good.”.

“No, Geto, we weren't doing good, at all.” You surprise him yet again by standing your ground, not once faltering even when he's toe to toe with you, “You were playing some sick game of mind chess instead of apologizing, but you're playing by yourself. I said I’m done, and I meant it.”.

“You don't have any idea what you're fucking saying. You need me.” He leans down into your face, a smile that was more sharp white teeth than anything plaguing his features.

“I need you? I need you?!” You question, teeth clenched and eyebrows sky high.

“Yes, you do, y/n. You need me. You're weak. And if you knew what was good for you, you'd know you need to stay in my good graces-”

“Enough!” You spit, your hands pressing against his chest to shove him backwards, but not doing much in terms of actually moving him. 

“I don't need you. I don't need your manipulation, your avoidance, your indecisiveness or your stupid strength!”.

“Y/n. You're being ridiculous-”.

“No! You're being a dick!”.

You pause for a moment, chest heaving and nostrils flaring, cursed energy coming off you in waves. If you could only see half of the shit he’d seen. If you could only understand just how much chaos you were releasing into the world alone right now, you'd understand–

You draw a lungful of air and exhale slowly, never breaking eye contact with him.

“You know what I think? I think you're a man child who has no self control when it comes to his emotions and shows up here to make that my problem. I think without me you’d be a fucking wreck. I think I never needed you, but you sure as shit need me.”.

“If you would've apologized, even once, even if it was half-assed, I might've considered it. But you didn't, because admitting you're wrong even once means it is possible for you to be wrong. And you can't handle that.”

***

You've ruined him.

He's gone out of his way to make himself as easy as possible to find in the weeks since you've been gone for what might be forever. Staring security cameras straight in the lenses, slaughtering monkeys left and right with no real discretion he figured Satoru would've caught up to him by now. 

On some level, he knows why he hasn't. Satoru loves him, and maybe always will. Satoru also hates him, and maybe always will. It kills him to know that your name is on the list of people that hold that sentiment for him. The two most important names he’d ever heard, spoken, cried, moaned– both listed there in red. Etched into his mind with a blade sharpened by bone.

As for him? Well…

He never hated Satoru. Not once in all his years. But you?

A few months ago, he would've proudly said yes. Yes, he hated you. Of course he hated you. It was his entire life's mission to hate you, and everyone like you. Left alone with his thoughts night after night, though, he’d come to learn that the truth was much scarier than that, much more complex. He didn’t hate you, not at all. Even worse, he thinks that maybe he never did. That maybe from the moment he saw that earth shattering smile from across the parking lot of the bar, he’d never felt not an ounce of hatred for you.

No, the anger he was feeling had nothing to do with you, or your inability to control your cursed energy, or your ability to control him so effortlessly.

It came to him in the dead of night, while he was sitting in his open window, watching the stars. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do such things. The stars were pretty so far out in the country, and it sure beat watching his ceiling. He hadn’t had this much trouble sleeping since the summer after the failed star plasma vessel mission. Had he grown any since then? Physically, sure. He gained strength in terms of utilizing his cursed energy. Other than that, not much had changed. Not really. Excrosize, absorb, repeat. Spend all night chain smoking out an open window and know that no one will be there to greet you in the morning. No one that matters, anyway.

He’d realized at some point in your absence that that younger him in his mind had always just been him. It had always been this way, he had always been this way. It was easier to separate his thoughts into neat little bins and boxes, constrain his morals to black and white. It was all easier when there were strict rules. The world, unfortunately, was not that way. You knew that, Satoru knew that all those years ago. He felt stupid for taking so long to come around to the idea.

His anger was a black tarp, thrown over a pool for protection through the winter. He had no idea that when he pulled it back he’d find so many shades of blue water underneath. From the azure grief in Satoru’s eyes standing on a crowded Shinjuku street, to the cobalt light that painted Riko’s face as she watched the fish in the aquarium for what would unknowingly be the last time, to the indigo of your bedsheets the night he’d hurt you. Cerulean fear. Sapphire grief. Naval sorrow.

He didn’t know what to do with that. It was the whole reason the tarp had been thrown over it in the beginning.

What he did know was that he missed Satoru, he missed Riko, he missed you. All three he’d yearn for forever, in slightly different ways. You and Satoru would get along well, he thinks. You both loved to tease and taunt. You’d go back and forth for hours until– Who was he kidding? He didn’t know Satoru anymore, and he was on a sure path to losing his perception of you as well.

You visited him in his sleep, soaking wet and clawing your way up through the canvas tarp. Gasping for air, choking on his petulance, pulling your way out of his azurite chaos and stumbling away from him, freezing cold and barely clothed. Sometimes you look back at him, cyanosis painting your lips the most lonely shade of periwinkle.

During the day, he keeps himself occupied. He wears his robes less often, dressing like a normal man in his mid twenties. He ties his hair all the way back, takes his girls to feed the ducks at the local park and buries himself in books at the library. He doesn’t find solace in the isolation the same way he used to. In fact, sometimes he goes out by himself, blends into the crowd and just tries to pretend he’s like everyone else, if only just for a moment.

Today, it’s the grocery store. It’s crowded for a Wednesday. So crowded, in fact, that he wonders if there’s some sort of Holiday coming up he doesn’t know of. What day is it, anyway? It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, really. Not in the end. Not when everything is gone and all you’ve left behind you is loss.

This is your grocery store. He knows because it's the only one that carries your favorite brand of water. It was expensive, and covered in false promises about the magical stream it was bottled from in some unheard of island in bumfuck nowhere. Once upon a time, he would tease you for it, telling you there was no point in wasting a fiver on the same tap water that came in every other bottle. But since his world had been washed in tanzanite, he found himself stopping by every now and then just to pick up a bottle. The first time he tasted it, he realized he’d been wrong yet again. There was something special about it, but maybe to him it just tasted like you.

He takes his time, meandering through isles, pretending to ponder products he has no interest in buying. Really, he's staving off having to go home, if you could even call it that. The girls had taken off to a friend's house, and he wasn't feeling up to dealing with the responsibilities of a faux religious guru. He smiles politely when the elderly pass him, waves at babies that make eye contact with him over their mother's shoulders. Here, in the crowd of unfamiliar faces, he’s just as alone as he’s ever been… but it’s easy to pretend that isn’t the case.

Eventually, he gets his fill of the societal clutter. It’s when the babies lose interest and the grannies seem less like they’re reminiscing on lost loves and more like they’re wondering why he’s loitering that he turns to make his way back towards the front entrance, grab his little reminder of you, and leave. Or, at least, that was the intention at first. All thoughts of that overpriced water vanished from his brain when he rounded the corner to be met with the loveliest sight for sore eyes.

You.

It’s as if his knees hadn’t carried him through countless battles before, the way they threatened to buckle beneath his weight. The room spun and his heart felt like it had been set on a live wire and– oh, fuck. Why did he feel like he was gonna puke?

Standing in the baking aisle, you had a cart full of groceries, each item he could probably name without even bothering to look into the cart itself. A cornflour halter dress that stopped just above your knees hugged the curves he’d committed to memory like the fabric was made for them. He watches your face as you peer up at a large bag of sugar on the top shelf. You always did like to bake, and he knows you well enough to know that you won’t ask a clerk for help. If he stands there for long enough, he’s certain he’ll watch you attempt to climb up there yourself or give up on the endeavor altogether.

It's taking everything in him not to throw the tarp back over the pool. It would be so much easier to lash out. Take you out with a single curse for daring to defy him, or turn on his heel and storm out. That had never gotten him what he wanted before though, and he’d be absolutely damned if let himself walk away without trying. 

So he swallows thickly, takes a deep breath to try and soothe his aching and oxygen deprived chest, wipes the sweat from his palms on the thighs of his jeans, and proceeds a step forward. It's hard, but the rest come easier, until he's standing beside and slightly behind you.

“It's this brand, right?” He reaches above you and grabs the bag you’d been eyeing.

You snap your head to look up at him so hard that he worries for the health of your neck, your eyes widening in shock and mouth falling open as you drink in the sight of him for the first time in months. He used to appreciate the honesty of your expressions, how easy it was to decipher what was going on in that head just by your body language. Perhaps ignorance was truly bliss though, because the anger in your tensed shoulders and the hurt swirling in your eyes was almost more than he could take.

And, oh fuck he needs his tarp back, that lovely dark cover of anger so that he can think you’re dumb. So he can pretend you're acting like this because you’re lesser than him, goad himself into believing if he just stares you down for long enough you'll cave.

Without it, every beat that passes feels like he's standing in a burning house, unable to move as the walls around him charr. The wood creaks and groans, warning him of it’s impending collapse. Smoke fills the air and deprives him of oxygen, and it's hot. So goddamn hot–

“...Yeah. Thanks.” You take the bag from him, drop it in your cart and turn to walk away all in one fell swoop. 

Immediately, his own footsteps fall in time with the sound of your flats clicking against the tile, taking anything other than a ‘hell no’ as a ‘go ahead’, a mindset that he was well aware was probably not the best. That's what got him here in the first place, after all, but he can't stop. Not now, not when you're standing two feet in front of him.

“How have you been?” He asks, casually, like you weren't actively trying to walk away from him.

“Fine.” You deadpan.

“Just fine?”.

“Yep. Fine.” The reply comes out curt and clipped as you pick up your pace, eyeing the exit with determination.

“Why not great? You haven't been feeling ill again lately, have you?”. It's a valid question. He’d, admittedly, stopped by your apartment a few times just to scope for weird amounts of cursed energy, swearing he wouldn't enter if nothing seemed weird from the outside. He also, admittedly, was disappointed that there had been none. Firstly, because it gave him no reason to pester you. Secondarily because you seemed to be doing better without him than with him.

“Why do you care?” It's a valid answer, for someone who can't see the curses they may create just from being emotionally damaged.

“Fair enough. How’s it going at work?”

You stop suddenly, spinning to face him, the wheels of your cart sputtering to a halt as you glare up at him. He can see that your patience is wearing thin. Another version of him would use the opportunity to push you just a little further, but he finds himself hoping the cracks and fissures in the dam you’ve built around your emotions don't give way despite how the pressure seems to be building.

 “Geto, what do you want!?”.

He looks down at you blankly, scanning your face with lilac irises. Beautiful. You have always been so god damn beautiful. Round, pretty cheeks and skin carefully tended every night by a myriad of products he didn’t understand beyond facewash and moisturizer. Baby doll eyes, pouty lips, decorated occasionally with what would be considered imperfections to most, but to him they were finishing touches on a master painting. Priceless. He doesn’t have time to kick himself for not allowing himself to relish in it more before now, he’s well aware that your patience is already paper thin.

“For you to talk to me.” He goes for the most honest answer he can muster, hoping that the unusual directness of his words and softness of his tone will let you know he’s ready. He’s ready for change, ready for you.

You, however, seem rather unimpressed with his new-found eagerness, and he can't blame you. A good man would’ve done this months ago, a good man wouldn't have walked away so easily. He's too late, he knows, but if there was even a snowballs chance in hell–

“Unbelievable.” you scoff, and immediately his large fingers grip your arm, desperate to stop you in your attempt to turn away from him.

“Y/n, please just wait! I know you’re mad, you have every reason to be mad–”.

“Let go of me!”.

“--but you were right. You were right when you kicked me out. You were right when you told me off, and you were right to cut me out of your life.”

“Great! So glad we agree! Can I go now?”

He ignores your request, growing more desperate with every passing moment, feeling so open and vulnerable and weak and raw–

“You’ve always been right. I know you don’t owe me anything, but if you could just give me a chance to–”.

“Geto, fuck off!”

Your voice cuts through the air like a siren, footsteps sputtering to a halt and conversations freezing in place as heads turn to look at the two of you. Embarrassment paints your features as you realized how much of a scene you’d caused but Suguru couldn't be arsed to care about what anyone thought but you.

“Please.” He chokes on the word, unsure of the last time he felt this winded. Not even in the height of battle was it this hard to breathe, “Please don’t make me leave.”.

“I’m sorry,” Your voice is quieter now, an attempt to de-escalate the situation and alleviate some of the gawking from the general public “I shouldn’t have yelled, but this has long since been over. You need to let me go.”.

“I can’t.” He hates how small he sounds, like a little boy begging his mother to stay up for an extra hour past bedtime. Not at all like the special grade sorcerer he was. He’d murdered his mother. Somehow you were able to quell that side of him. He needed you to quell that side of him.

“Suguru–”

“I can’t sleep, normally, but when I do– I dream. Of you. And maybe if you ever looked happy I could live with you just visiting me there. But you don’t look happy. You look miserable, a-and cold, and sick.” As he speaks, his knees buckle underneath him, almost against his own will, until they’re resting against the tile of the supermarket. His head bows, bangs falling to hang in front of his face, partially as a sign of respect and partially because he can’t fucking bare the heat of your gaze for another second.

For a moment, his eyes remain shut tight, and when he opens them again all he really sees is your feet shuffling nervously against the floor. “Suguru, people are staring.”, your voice is a mixture of a yell and a whisper.

“I need to be able to see you, talk to you, know you’re safe. I can’t live wondering. Like I said, you were always right. I need you. I need you, y/n.”. Something in the earth shifts, an almost gravitational pull keeps his eyes pinned to your feet, like his chin is too heavy to lift up to meet your eyes.

And then you reach down for him, and his breathing hitches, and he’s flooded with a hope that he hasn't felt since the winter of 2005, the same flood of endorphins washing over him.

Instead of falling into him like his body anticipates, you jerk him to his feet by his biceps with all of your might, wordlessly dragging him towards the exit, leaving his words hanging in the air like mustard gas. Sour, thick tears and panic.

“Your shopping cart–”

“Leave it.”

The drive home is stale. Your presence is an old habit that had never properly been sealed, left to fester in the back of the cabinet until it's almost unrecognizable from what it once was.

He's impressed with your cursed energy though, or lack thereof. Stolen glances let him know that there isn't much of it coming off of you at all. Or maybe he's seeing what he wants to. Or maybe, if he's lucky, there's a part of you soothed by his presence. One you don't want him to see, buried deep beneath the skin and sinew.

He doesn't have to ask where you're going, he could map the route to your apartment from damn near anywhere on this half of the country off of instinct alone, but he does anyway, just to fill the silence.

“Home.” A one word response spit through grit teeth, but it strikes a match behind his sternum anyway. He hadn't been there since the last time he visited the vending machines with Satoru.

It feels good.

It feels better when he steps through the threshold and starts to get a better picture of your life without him. He’d been gone physically, but your heart was painted in the tiny details.

His shirt laid across the arm of the couch, unwashed and inside out, deodorant staining the stitching on the underside of the sleeves. A mug on the coffee table, the faint pinkish ring of hibiscus tea dried to the bottom, the kind he’d make you after using your sweet little throat too hard. Piled laundry by the washer, dust buildup on the decor, curtains and blinds drawn securely shut, sealing away the sun the same way he used to when he slept through the afternoon.

You were missing pieces. Pieces he held.

It’s tense at first, while you buzz around your hive attempting to hide the evidence of your longing, eye looking anywhere but at the source of that very feeling, his hands tucked in his pockets and his eyes trying desperately to capture you, the same way he and Satoru used to all those years ago. He knew if he could just stop your frenzy, just for a second, you’d feel better; let the wall down just far enough for him to scale it.

Your own stubbornness keeps you from it, for a bit. It was obvious to him you weren’t ready to let go of that anger just yet.

He knew how you felt.

So he lets you clean, and stomp so hard your neighbors probably thought there was an earthquake, and order a pizza because someone had cut your shopping trip short. He’s never been in a position where making himself smaller was beneficial, but he does his best. Occupying as little space as possible, keeping his head low, stealing glances at you like an expectant puppy awaiting its treat for staying put so well.

Eventually, it does come when the pizza arrives, but not before he has to watch some asshole in the stupidest uniform he’s ever seen roll his eyes along your body with little regard for decency or tact, and has to fight every piece of flesh in his body not to get up off the couch. Maybe he lets one of his low grade curses chase him down until he’s around the block and devour him, but that’s neither here nor there. Irrelevant.

Because you extend the olive branch of his own plate, and he takes it. Acts grateful. Doesn’t tell you he’s a special grade sorcerer and grease and carbs aren’t conducive to keeping his figure the way it is. Doesn’t tell you he doesn’t eat much meat, that sometimes it looks a bit too much like flesh and gore. It’s all worth it for the way your fingers graze his as you pass it to him. Gentle.

part 1 / / part 3 (coming soon)

[kitchentablewriting]

Brothers op on weed, how they consume the weed, and the type of person they are like high?

osomatsu - probably just straight up smoke. maybe vape if he has to, but he just likes the way a blunt feels. very relaxed ofc, prefers to just lay down on the roof and watch the clouds pass. doesn't talk too much if he isn't interested in the topic, can and will lose track of time

karamatsu - likes vapes and gummies. thinks vapes are "cooler," even though after he gets high he doesn't really worry about being cool. very giggly, the laugh-at-anything type. will get lost in textures and colors. best friends with everyone

choromatsu - big edible type. he wont admit it, but he does get high more often than he lets on - it helps him relax and ignore all of the stressors of his life. will just listen to his idols for a long time in a dim-lit room. he's the only one who might be genuinely addicted, but he's been good about not letting anyone know.

ichimatsu - bong 100%. he likes the fire. he's still a little rough around the edges, but he isn't openly hostile to anyone. definitely more paranoid when he's high and alone, so he's usually around someone (most often jyushimatsu and karamatsu). likes head pats

jyushimatsu - prefers gummies and tablets because he's gotta take care of his lungs. very noticeably quiet, closed-mouth, chill. fidgets with cards and cubes, anything that makes a little noise and that he can keep his hands moving with - he doesn't stay still for long periods unless he's asleep. will lean on karamatsu's back if the older joins in on his and ichimatsu's usually sessions. uses the least

todomatsu - also a vape type, just because it's discreet. doesn't use it often at all, just when he's had a rough day at work. doesn't get high-high, just enough to help him relax. will sometimes find osomatsu to vent to since he knows the older one will ignore everything he says because he's too distracted with the clouds

[kitchentablewriting]

Toni, I need SatoSugu x Chubby introverted reader 🥺

Can you write something for my pitiful soul 🥺❤️

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𝑊𝐶: 4.9𝑘

𝐸𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦❤︎

It’s hot today and you’ve decided that it would’ve been a great idea to hang out at your best friend Gojo Satoru's parents' private house somewhere up in the hills for the weekend. It’s better to spend your weekend away from your hot apartment and it's a bit cooler around that area, and what better time to relax outside while staring at the hills as your other best friend Geto Suguru quietly reads a book while you’re laying down on Gojo’s chest. 

You three were all quietly enjoying each other’s company until Gojo got tired and bored and he decided to say, “Y/N, there is a question that I’d like to ask you.” 

Curious, you raised a brow at him while whispering, “Ask away.”

You feel him caressing your back, hands slowly moving down until they’re both resting on the back of your thighs, then he asks, “What are your views on oral sex?”

Your eyes grow wide, head slowly lifting off his chest to get a good look at his face. You see him biting his lips, patiently waiting for you to answer. You took a glance over towards Geto to see him staring at you while he also awaits for an answer. 

You clear your throat, unsure of what answer they could ever want from you, so you choose to say, “I don’t have much to say if I’m being honest with you. It just believes that every individual has the right to do whatever it is that they want in their sex life if they are comfortable with it.”

“Are you comfortable with it, pumpkin?” Gojo asked. 

You tilted your head to the side, eyebrow still raised as you gave him your answer, “It’s nothing to be shameful about so I guess I could say that I’m pretty much comfortable.”

“Ah so, that means that you’ve done it before right?” 

“Done what?” you asked Gojo.

“Oral sex, you’ve done it before with your ex-boyfriend right?” he questioned. 

You sat up on his lap, hands folding across your chest. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Just wanted to know more about my best friend,” he answers causally while shrugging his shoulders. 

“And your way of getting to know me a bit better is to ask me about my sex life?”

Gojo smiled, “I was just asking. I thought it would be fun to have a conversation about each other's sex life. Right Sugu?”

“I agree, I don’t have an issue discussing certain parts of my sex life with you two,” Geto answers in agreement. You’re a bit taken aback by how causal they both were uttering the word ‘sex’ out of their mouth. You believed that sex should noy be spoken about so casually, the act is intimate, one that is meant to share with someone you have some sort of deep love for. But with how loosely it fell from their lips, it would seem as though this is not the first time, they have conversations like these when you’re not around them. “So, are you gonna answer?”

You twiddled with your thumb, a small blush creeping upon your cheek as you answered, “Well yes, but I was never on the receiving end.”

That had Gojo and Geto sitting up in their seats, you almost fell from Gojo’s lap with how quickly he got up. “I knew something was off about him.” 

“Right,” Geto said in agreement. Slowly, you watch as Geto got up out of his seat and walked over to you and he knelt onto the floor. “So that dumb ex-boyfriend of yours has never eaten your pussy out.” 

You shook your head no. “Unbelievable, and he’s known for eating a lot of asses around campus? I mean I’m not against eating ass, I’ll eat your booty if given the chance to. But you’re telling me that he never thought about stuffing his face between these thighs.”

Once again, you shook your head no as embarrassment washes over you. Why are they making it so important? So, what if your ex-boyfriend ate other girls’ ass and pussy and not yours? It never bothered you, you never cared much about it. Your ex-boyfriend told you that once his cock is wet then everything else would be all right, so why are you best friend making it so important. 

“He’s an idiot Sato,” Geto commented, while lifting his hands to caress the apple of your cheek. 

“That he is. I mean how can one ever resist the urge to go between these sexy thick juicy thighs,” Gojo said while squeezing the side of your thighs. “If I were him, my face would be between them every single day, tasting what you’re hiding between them.” 

“I bet she tastes sweet Satoru,” Geto whispered as he stood up and rested his other hand on your cheek. 

“She does, I know she does,” Gojo said, his tone a bit lower than usual. Your face was hot, cheeks burning hard from their comments. You had no clue what to say after hearing what they both thought about you in just two simple sentences. Something sweet that they both can’t wait to devour. “Hey pumpkin, can I ask you something else?” 

Without even much, since you were beginning to feel hot and bothered from Geto’s hands on your cheek, and Gojo’s hand on your thighs, you whispered, “Go ahead.”

As Gojo was about to answer, Geto beat him to the punch, “Do you wanna… do it with me?” 

“Huh?” 

He bit his lips while gazing at you through his thin, yet beautiful eyelashes, “Do you wanna have sex with me… I mean with us, but this time you’ll be the one on the receiving end.”

“What, what…” you stuttered. Your cheeks hot and flustered from being embarrassed, you quickly pulled your head out of Geto’s hands, and quickly got up from Gojo’s lap, only for them to grab you and pull you down once again on Gojo, but this time with your back against his chest. 

“Come on pumpkin, it’ll be fun. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about after all we’ve both been wanting to do this with you for a very long time, “Gojo whispered as he spread both your legs over his lap and quickly lifted up your dress up and let it lazily fall onto your tummy, exposing your cotton blue panties underneath. 

Before you could even protest and tell them not to push you any further than they already have, Geto’s face was hovering over yours, forehead almost touching as he whispered, “Please Y/N, let us show you what you’ve been missing. Let us taste you please,” he said with a pout. “We really want to taste your pretty cunt, princess.”

What were you to say now? After all though you were a bit comfortable exposing yourself to your best friends like this, allowing them to touch you inappropriately and expose your most precious lady parts, you weren’t going to say no to them, because maybe, just maybe in the deepest parts of your mind, you wanted them to have their way with you. 

“Oh… okay but promise to be gentle.”

“No worries pumpkin, we’ll be as gentle as we can be just for you,” and with that said, Geto pressed his forehead against yours and captured your lips with his, while Gojo’s hands travels up to your thigh, caresses between your them and his finger gently rubbing your puffy clit through your panties. 

It’s unbelievable, to think that you were about to give yourself to your best friends. It was the furthest thing from your mind, given the fact that you thought they both weren’t into you and because you thought you weren’t their type. But the taste of Geto’s lips has you spreading your legs wider for Gojo to lay his hand flat against your pussy, cupping and thumbing your clit slowly to have your pussy dripping by the time Geto was ready to feast upon you; it had you thinking differently about them.

 Hot and messy, he slowly parted from your lips to trail kisses from your jaw down to your neck, his fingers coming up to make quick work on the strings at the front of your dress to reveal your breast to them, but with such little patience, he ripped the dress down in the middle, your heavy set breast bouncing freely at the sudden movement. 

You squealed, your hand quickly tried to cover them up, but Geto caught both your wrist in one hand and quickly caught your nipple between his teeth. “Suguru… don’t,” you tried speaking, but he shuts you by biting your nipple before covering your breast with his mouth. A moan slipped past his lips, eyes rolling back slightly as he continued to suck at your breast while his free hand went to fondle the other breast. Gojo was right, you’re tasty. 

“Hey, give me some attention too,” Gojo whispered underneath his breath. You snapped your head around to look at him, only to be met with his strawberry flavoured lips savouring the taste of yours. His tongue is hot, licking the roof of your mouth with every thrust of his tongue. Your cheeks burned; your body started to melt underneath their touch. “Hey, let’s take this inside yeah, it’s about to get messy.” 

… 

Gojo is extremely strong, given the fact that he was carrying you inside the master bedroom. He had both arms underneath your bottom, your thick thigh locked around his slim hips. You had one hand around his neck while the other held onto whatever was left of your dress. Your eyes were on Geto, watching as he wrapped his hair up into a bun before he yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor as soon as you three were inside the bedroom. Geto did not even bother to close the door, eager to get down on his knees before you and feast upon tempting flesh. Gojo carelessly let you fall against the bed while he took the time to get rid of his shirt too, before climbing on the bed, sat up against the headboard and beckoned you to him. 

You did so, slowly turning around to get up on your knees to crawl towards him. “Ugh!” you squealed, feeling the sting of Geto’s hand on your ass cheek. You pouted at him while you crawled into Gojo's lap, and the white-haired man wasted no time, spinning you around until your back was once again on his chest. 

“Gotta gets rid of these panties, pumpkin,” Gojo whispered, his large hands once again sliding up your thighs before grabbing the end of your panty. 

“No,” you said, trying to close your legs tightly together to prevent him from pulling down your panties, but Geto wasn’t having any of it. He was on the bed, pulling your legs apart while Gojo quickly pulled your panties down your legs, watching as the material pulled away from your soaked pussy, a string of your arousal attached to your draws only snapping when it was down past your thigh. 

“Now that's a wet pussy. Sato took such care of you, getting your plump pussy wet and ready for me to feast on,” Geto practically moaned as he got comfortable between Gojo’s legs, head resting against your thigh as he stared at your pretty pussy. “Sato, you got your phone with you?”

“Yeah why?” Gojo asked as he held your panty up against his nose, sniffing the crotch before taking a lick from the taste of your panty to taste your liquid, and boy he’s glad he got a taste, couldn’t risk such delicious delicacy miss his mouth. He tossed your panties off the bed while reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone. 

“I want you to get a close up shot of me eating her pussy,” Geto moaned as his face got closer to your pussy. “By the way, Sato?”

“Yeah,” Gojo answered as he searched for the camera app on his phone to start the recording. 

“Which hole do you wanna fuck after I’m done eating?” 

“Huh?” you muttered, shocked out of your mind as your eyes darted between the two of them.

Gojo chuckled as he hit record on his phone and held the camera above Geto’s head while getting a perfect view of your glistening cunt. “I wanna feel her pussy, but I wanna pound that tiny little butthole of hers.”

“Aw… I wanted to take her ass to pound town though,” Geto pouts as he kissed your puffy, wet pussy lips. 

“Huh… Toru… Sugu, huh?” you mumbled in utter confusion.

“We’ll share, I’ll go first then you can take the second hit,” Gojo suggested, completely purposefully ignoring the fact that you’re staring up at them waiting for them to acknowledge that they needed to ensure that you’re comfortable with whatever it is that they are about to do with you. In any case you were comfortable because you trust them, but it would have been nice if they had asked. 

“No problem. You hear that princess, Gojo and I are going to take such loving care of your tight beautiful holes,” and with that said, he immediately surges forward, his hot warm tongue pushing past his lips to lick between the folds of your pussy. Your eyes rolled back; lips slightly parted to release a breathy moan. Gojo so desperately wanted to kiss those pretty lips of yours, but he was enjoying watching as Geto licked and spread your folds with his tongue more. 

“Fuck!” you screamed, back arching slightly from Gojo’s chest the moment you felt Geto hot mouth captured your clit in your mouth, greedily sucking on your sensitive bud that had tiny pleasurable shockwaves slowly making its way up to your brain. You feel Geto’s hand removing itself from the back of your leg and slowly making its way up to rub your butthole.

Your body jolts, feeling his thumb rubbed and pressed itself into your butthole as he continued to feast on your pussy. He groaned in your pussy, head slightly tilting towards the camera just so that Gojo could get a perfect view of your messy cunt clenching and unclenching around his tongue as he thrust the thick wet muscle in and out and in and out of your pussy. 

“You like that pumpkin?” Gojo asked, spreading your legs a little wider; giving Geto a bit more room to get comfortable between your legs. “Look at him, he’s having the time of his life between your legs.”

And Geto hums in agreement, tongue still skilfully thrusting inside your clenching cunt. You could feel him smiling as he pulled his tongue out of your hole to flicker at your sensitive bud before sucking harshly at your clit and slurping up the juices that leaked from your clenching hole. 

He lifted his head from your cunt, spat on it again, and watched with glistening eyes as his saliva dribbled down the crack of your ass and onto his thumb that was still gently penetrating your butt hole. “Fuck, I’m about to have a feast here,” Geto mumbled to himself as he went back down on your pussy, tongue licking and spreading your folds, feeling your juices against his chin as it dribbles down to your butthole. 

He started kissing your cunt, slowly moving his head down until removed his thumb from your hole and laid his tongue flat against it; your butt cheeks clenched immediately, legs trying to close and push away from him, but then you feel it. Gojo’s big hand delivered a slap upon your thighs, and you immediately spread your legs open once again as Geto continued to feast upon you. “Keep those legs open,” Gojo whispered to you as he angled the camera downwards to Geto a view of Geto eating up your other hole. “He’s got to get your ass wet and prepared to take our cocks.

“Mhm’ feels weird,” you whimpered, legs trembling and threatening to close around Geto’s head, but Gojo wasn’t going to allow you to do so, not when his fingers were slowly creeping down towards your messy wet pussy to play with your throbbing clit. “Mhm… ah,” you moaned out, head tossing back against Gojo's shoulder, feeling the sense of overwhelming pleasure being rushed to your head. 

A few more licked at your puckered hole and Geto was quick to latch his lips back onto your cunt, not caring one bit if Gojo fingers were stimulating your sensitive nub, rolling his tongue harshly against your clit before sinking it back into your hole. 

Your toes curl, eyes squeezing tightly shut, unable to think or even to understand what was happening to your body, it’s like your body was no longer yours. To be absolutely going mad, with pleasure. 

Geto finally pulled away from your hole, fingers now replacing his tongue, rubbing, and poking at your hole before sinking two thick calloused fingers into your ass, slowly thrusting in and out in attempts to stretch you out. You’re so far gone, not knowing what to do with yourself, but whimper and cry as they continued with their sinful work as your body grew hotter and hotter, and that weird sensation in your tummy made itself known. 

“Ahh, I think she’s out to cum,” Gojo whispered, fingers moving from your clit and plunge them into your hole, moving in and out and curling and poking on your g-spot. You cried out, hands now finally having a mind out its own to grip onto Gojo thighs for support as the rest of you quiver and tremble, desperately in need to cum. “Mhm, fuck Sugu her pussy is pulsing so much around my fingers.”

“You should feel her ass,” Geto followed up, quickly spitting on his fingers before thrusting a third one into your hole. 

“No… No, I can’t,” you cried out. 

“Oh yes you can,” they both said in harmony, fingers expertly working both your holes. The heat in your tummy began to rise even more, legs now violently shaking and that heavy pressure that you feel inside you felt like it was moment away from bursting if they don’t let up on your holes.

You began breathing heavily, nails scraping against Gojo’s thigh as your back lifted slightly from Gojo’s chest. Feeling your pussy desperately clenching, you scream, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna Ohh.” Like a river bursting through the walls of a dam, your pussy clenched and burst, wet clear liquid forcing Gojo’s fingers out of your cunt. 

Geto groaned and he’s going down to lick up the mess from your cunt as you continue to squirt. “So good princess.”

“Good fucking girl. Pumpkin’s a squirter,” Gojo said as he tapped at your twitching clit a few times, then plunged his finger into your hole to get you cum all over his fingers just to get a taste. Geto on the other hand, gave no time to breath, his lips already on yours and you’re tasting yourself on his lips. 

His fingers were still working to stretch your ass, but he managed to untie the strings of his shorts and pushed it down his legs exposing his thick prompt cock to your eyes. You gasped and pulled away from his lips, eyes widened as you took in the sight of his thick, long, and pale cock with a reddish tip. He had pubes, but not as much as your ex-boyfriend did, but Geto sure had a bigger cock. 

“I don’t want it, it’s too big,” you said to them both as you tried and Geto’s fingers successfully slipped out of your now gaping hole and you did manage to crawl away from them. But you didn’t get too far, not when Gojo and his long lanky arms were close by, quickly grabbing onto your chubby thighs and pulling you towards him. And as he did so, he managed to pull his cock out of his shorts too. “No… no it's too big,” you said, staring at the weapon between Gojo’s legs. 

“Come on pumpkin, you can take it,” Gojo cooed at you, quickly roughly handling you back into his lap with your legs spread over his legs and his cock snuggled up against your cunt. “Suguru stretched you perfectly fine.”

“But… but” you began stuttering as you looked down on the cock that was slowly sliding between your wet fat pussy lips, just waiting patiently to penetrate you deeply. 

“It’s ok princess, just relax for us,” Geto whispered as he positioned himself between your legs and his large hand gently rubbing up and down on your thighs. “Satoru’s gonna stretch you out a bit more with his cock, so relax, be a good girl and take him as deep as you can inside you.”

Still staring at Gojo’s pale, long, curved cock between your pussy lips, you thought ‘you’ve already made it this far, it makes no sense you stopped dead in the middle of sex.’ So, with that thought you shook your head and whispered, “Ok.”

They both smiled, then you felt Geto’s hand slightly lifting both your legs, spreading them a bit wider while Gojo spat on his hand, grabbed his cock, and gave it a few pumps before pressing the pinkish mushroom tip at your leaking entrance. 

You feel Gojo’s lips against your cheeks, kissing and licking at your skin, as he dragged the tip along your sensitive clit, teasingly smearing your slick all over his cock. “I’m going in now,” he growled, then he immediately pushed in one long, hard upwards thrust into your dripping cunt, knocking the air out of your lungs. His head collapsed onto your shoulders, teeth sinking into your collarbone, biting back his moan the moment he felt your pussy hold his cock like a vice grip. 

“Fuck,” he muttered, gently pulling out then thrusting back in, and your sobbing as he painfully stretched you out deliciously. “What a tight fucking pussy. You wanna break my cock off, pumpkin?” he whispered against your shoulders, fingers quickly pinching and rubbing at your clit to give you a bit of relief. 

“Mhm… ngh it’s- It’s too big, pull it out, pull it out,” you begged, not used to having something so big, hot, and throbbing inside your pussy, stretching you, splitting you apart and beyond your limits. 

“No can no pumpkin,” A low growl escaped him as he pulled his cock out of your hole, until the tip was barely resting inside your cunt, only to thrust back into your warm cunt. Heavy thick balls slapped against the skin of your ass with each thrust of his hips, loud squelches of his cock pushing deeper and deeper inside your gummy cunt. 

“Oh God, fuck me,” you mewled, tears stinging the corner of your eyes as you watched as your cunt getting completely mauled by Gojo’s cock., driving you to complete insanity. Your lame ex-boyfriend had never fuck you so stupid, his cock is not even big enough to stretch you as much as Gojo’s cock was doing at this moment. Ripping and tearing, then shaping your hole to fit his cock. 

Your brain’s going numb, broken whimpers and moans leaving you each time he plunged into your hole. He’s shifting beneath you, angling his cock to hit that sweet spot within you and it has you bucking and keening on his cock, and he’s watching with hungry eyes as your tits bounce in circular motions with each thrust. “Gonna cum on this cock pumpkin, Suguru’s gotta fuck your little pussy too,” Gojo said to you, kissing your neck as his hand travelled up to squeeze and paw at your heavy swollen breast. 

“I… no- too much I,” unable to form a coherent sentence you bowed your head and cried out, hoping that they’ll understand your plea. And to your luck they did, but that doesn’t mean that what Geto was about to do to you was going to make the situation any better. 

Because here comes Geto whispering as he realised one of your legs and his fingers hastily rubbed figures of eight on your clit, “Well let me help you then.”

“No, stop please…” You cried as your trembling hands went to pull his hand away from your cunt. It’s no use though your hands were just trembling too much, so the only thing you just had to do was just sit there and let them skilfully worked their fingers and cock on and inside your cunt, pumping and pumping until your thighs twitched, eyes were rolling back and your breathing; short and forceful as they carried you to your orgasm. 

“Come on pumpkin let it go, let it go,” Gojo urges, fucking up into you faster and harder than he was before, and the black-haired bastard had the audacity to make his fingers with Gojo’s pace. Your tummy was hot. It burns… it burns, you thought and the next thing you know, you are squirting. Gojo cock slipped out of your squirting cunt, and he, smiling as he grabbed his cock and rubbed it on your sensitive clit and watched as your pussy gushed more clear liquid. 

“Move and let me slide in,” Geto said to Gojo, quickly grabbing both of your knees and folding them into your breast. And Gojo as quick as ever held the back of your knees and watched as Geto tapped his heavy cock onto your throbbing clit, the tip pressing into your cunt and when he was satisfied with the amount of you cum that coated his cock. He plunged in, stretching you impossibly wider than Gojo. 

Just how big are their cocks?

Geto paused, watching as your lips trembled, eyes still tightly closed and your pussy, clenching and unclenching, slowly shaping to fit his cock. A low groan fell from his lips as he leaned forward, chest pressing into the back of your legs, forehead resting on your head that is between your legs and he’s whispering, “And though Sato fucked you deep and hard, stretching this tiny little cunt. You are still so fucking tight.”

His hips started moving, slowly dragging his cock out of your wet hole, then without warning he abruptly slammed his cock into you. “Ah… Sugu ah.”

He smiled and kissed your lips as he pounded into your pussy mercilessly. He’s so thick, thicker than Gojo it felt as though he was about to burst your pussy wide open. “Oh fuck, fuck,” he grunted, his forehead resting against yours, sweat beading down his forehead and onto yours. He glanced down at you through his lashes, your lips all puffy and swollen from all the biting and kissing. “Open up your mouth princess.” You lolled your tongue out for him. He groaned as he gathered a glob in his mouth before spitting it on your tongue. “Swallow and show it to me again.” You did as you were told, he didn’t waste another second to spit in your mouth again. 

You swallowed then moaned, “I’m close again.”

“That’s what I want you to do,” he groaned as he straightened his posture to speed up his deep thrust. The sounds your bodies made as they slapped against each other and Gojo grunting from the feeling cock rubbing against your ass was driving them mad. 

“Yes… ah fuck.”

He leaned forward yet again and gave you the neediest, sloppiest kiss. His cock began to abuse your g-spot, each thrust punching every breath from your lips. And once again, you feel the pressure building up inside your tummy, you’re left with no choice but to cum on his cock, juice leaking from the sides and down his length. He kept on fucking your through your orgasm, fwop, fwop, fucking you deeper and deeper with each thrust, hitting that spot he knew that was gonna make you squirt. 

“Mhm… stop Imma shit…” Your body grew stiff and Geto had to quickly slip out of you to rub the tip of his cock on your clit as you squirted all over him. 

“There you go princess, there you go.”

“So proud of your pumpkin,” they both praised and Gojo managed to steal a kiss from your lips. Your tired, body spent, worn out all you just wanted to do was to close your eyes and sleep. But wait they didn’t cum. 

“Uhm… Toru… Su why didn’t you cum?” you asked them. 

“Oh yeah, where not done.”

Bamboozled out of your mind, you turned to face Gojo and said, “Huh?”

“We gonna tap your ass member?” Gojo reminded you as he lifted both your legs again and his cock now poked at your lower entrance. 

“And I wanna eat your pussy out while he takes care of your cute little hole,” Geto added as he got comfortable yet again between Gojo’s legs. 

“No- no, no, no I can’t… I’m tired, please.”

“Ahh pumpkin just a few minutes more, I promise you it’ll feel fantastic.”

And that’s the line you fell for, keeping your legs spread as they both hand their way with your hole, stretching and pounding you out with no mercy. They did try to be gentle, but your pussy was just so unbelievably tight and soaking wet, they kept you inside that bedroom for hours upon end, until you finally passed out into Geto’s arms, whimpering, and shaking, skin sticky and sweating. Thick globs of cum dripping from your holes, and your ass filled with nothing but kiss marks, hickies and hand bruises. 

They fucked you good, better than your dumb ex-boyfriend every did and they can’t wait to fuck your little hole and stuffed them full of them cum and just maybe breed you, but they’ll wife you up.

𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘? 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑅𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔.

@getosbigballsack 2024

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bsf! sashisu fighting over who’s gonna be your first kiss

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(CW!! Smoking / substance abuse)

My headcanon’s for the mercs relationship with marijuana!!! :D

-Sniper is a stoner no one can tell me other wise. I just KNOW he is smokin that dank hydro zaza with Scout in his van. He seems like the type to only roll joints and blunts but if he gets his hand on a bong he’ll gluggluglgulg 💨 I could see him and Scout planning out a heist on a smoke shop tbh.

-Scout is a noob to smoking. He smokes from a small pipe or a one hitter. Something small he can shove in his bag or pocket. He also steals and begs for joints off of Sniper when he can because bro cannot roll a joint to save his life. He’s also spoiled and cannot be bothered to grind weed with his bare fingers he will whine and complain if he has to.

-Soldier has definitely smoked countless times by mistaking a joint for a hand rolled cigarette. Whenever he’s high he turns into a complete softy. Super affectionate and way calmer than usual. He feels comfortable spilling his guts out to anyone nearby and will most likely start crying and hugging them. Also whenever he gets the munchies he will fuck up a whole box of cereal by himself.

-Spy will smoke weed on occasion but it’s not his preferred substance. He’ll take one or two hits if Sniper passes him a lit joint but it’s not a usual occurrence. Spy definitely likes some edibles though. I could see him mixing some edible chocolate in his coffee on his day off or taking a gummy before bed to help him fall asleep.

-Medic is down for micro dosing some strong ass edibles. I could see him making a secret batch for himself and doing his best to hide them from everyone else. When high he is very giggly, docile and sleepy. He’ll mostly likely just pass tf out since he’s usually exhausted from carrying the whole squad on his back.

-Heavy is down for an edible on his day off and will only smoke on a festive occasion. It’s not really his thing. He prefers drinking and cigars. He more so enjoys watching Medic get high though. He adores watching his partner become so relaxed and giggly when high.

-Pyro does not smoke. He likes it when other’s smoke around him though because he gets to be the designated lighter for his teammates. He carries matches and a lighter on him at all times so Sniper, Scout & Spy usually scramble to find Pyro whenever they desperately need a lighter. He has definitely eaten an edible on accident though. When high this dude is glued to the sofa, completely inaudible and staring off into space. Just daydreaming away.

-Engie got hit with that anti drug religious propaganda so he is very paranoid and refuses to try it. He firmly believes it is the devils lettuce. However he doesn’t actively go out of his way to stop anyone from smoking it though. The most he does is grumble and lecture his teammates whenever they do some dumb ass shit when high. I could see him lecturing Scout about how he should not wake & bake. If he does get high it would be on accident from an edible. Whenever the evil zaza possesses this man he gets a severe case of the munchies. He also acts very flirtatious and overly confident when high.

-Demoman is an alcoholic. Scrumpy is his drug of choice. He doesn’t mess around with smoking weed or cigs. He definitely has taken an edible with Soldier though. I could see them both getting into some stupid shenanigans together while they’re tripping balls. Him & Soldier get the munchies, they go fix themselves a snack and it ends up with someone dying or them setting the whole kitchen on fire. When high he is a very slow talker and would most likely be glued to the sofa staring up at the ceiling for a solid hour.

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I'm begging on my hands and knees for Shiggy weed hcs missus orz

LOOK, I physically canny do this without tossing in a read more after some cheeky TWs bcos stoner shig is the biggest diddler of all, but also I’ve been thinking bout this for a whole night now and my brain.. shiggy wit the weed..

𝑆𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐾𝐼

shig makes my heart burst, and canon shig is diff from college AU stoner shig, so have both because I have no self control

canon shig definitely smoked bcos Dadgiri said it’d help his nervous scratching habit bcos he’s sick and tired of dusting up skinflakes everywhere whenever a minor inconvenience pops up

Dadgiri is a classy man and bought him a pipe, even packed the bowl for him. Coughed like a bitch after a baby toke and didn’t even inhale bcos it ‘tasted disgusting’ spoiled brat

ends up being convinced to finish half a bowl anyways, he’ll never admit it but that first high was a religious experience

soft soft soft Shiggy because I’m a simp and I say so ok no one look at me these hcs are gna be a mess bcos my heart can’t handle him

accidentally decays half the hideout because he forgets to lift his pinky but finds it absolutely hilarious, everything’s so fuckin funny to him. The league is considering burning Kurogiri at stake

lets Toga play with his hair tho bcos he’s soft and pliant, even lets them coax him into a bath, so the Warp has been redeemed

can’t for the life of him roll a joint, ends up decaying it outta frustration and wasting league money on shitty roll attempts

sativa spikes his anxiety so smokes indica only, greened out too often the first few times he smoked but no one realized bcos he’s always shut in his room anyways

playlist consists of Closer by Nine Inch Nails on repeat

college AU Shig is top tier diddler

the creepy shut-in NEET that always stinks like a mixture of smoke and something no one wants to pinpoint. He only shows up to class to psychoanalyze every girls teets and arses bcos there’s only so much a screen can provide

hangs round the laundry room too often, no one knows why he’s there bcos he only has 2 jumpers and a singular pair of boxers with a hole in them, neither of which look lile they’ve been washed in weeks

coincidentally girls panties have been reported going missing from their laundry baskets, idk why no one bothered to look in the freaky weirdo’s room

still, has a reputation for selling some good potent shit so people will come to him, although they can never tell if he’s laced if with salvia or enbalming fluid

girls being girls and will suck dick for free weed and no I’m not projecting, so by the grace of God, creepy weirdo dorm dealer Shigaraki stoner Tomura still gets pussy

smokes them up until they can no longer tell him apart from a mop, and the dry crusts on his skin auto-facetunes out via blurry high vision. The weed he smokes with them is always laced with ket. Roofie king feat. a dash of somno diddle

still can’t roll but can make shatter in his oven like Walter White so that’s arguably more impressive. Don’t ask him to make edibles because his cooking abilities start and end at pouring boiling water into cup ramen five weeks out of date

king of makeshift bongs, he cbf to clean a proper one, so he permanently smokes out of diy can bongs. fuckin nitty

physical manifestation of Creep by Radiohead

(but also canon Shig is very much those lazy housecats that get into a whole container of catnip while you’re gone. When you come home everything’s ripped to shreds while he’s just laid there staring at the ceiling. Thank u @pomsuki for the tiktok)

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Support Team + Engineer with a Plus Sized Reader

Medic

Actually prefers larger people (heavy) and absolutely adores you for it. Despite being a bit awkward with his compliments, he absolutely tries his best. You may have to ask him to repeat what he says again because it’s so quiet and spoken under his breath.

When you have to do a physical with him, he makes sure to give you your space and find ways to make you feel better in what is considered a stressful time. When the results come out and aren’t what is considered normal for BMI, Medic immediately rips up the paper. He thinks it’s absolute nonsense since your blood work looks fine.

Whenever you have an issue physically, he does his best to take you seriously, and find the root of the problem, rather than explain it off on your weight. He wants to make sure that you’re healthy and that you aren’t pushed to the size because of your weight.

If anyone ever makes fun of you for your weight or dares to say anything about it, expect to find that person in a body bag, or used for parts for his new experiments. If you catch him in the act, all he does is smile and wave at you.

Spy

He has been with many people of all different backgrounds and sizes so he loves absolutely every single part of your body. Is another person who does not take kindly to you insulting your own body.

Has more than once transformed into you with his disguise device just to show you the specific parts of the body that he loves so much. Definitely has done it when you’re away just so he can stare at your body. Also sometimes when you’re out shopping, when you’re not sure how something looks, he’ll use his disguise kit to show you.

He’s an amazing cook. Anything your heart desires, he can make. You want an omelette for breakfast? Done. A rare steak? Enjoy it. He just wants to make you as happy as he possibly can.

Absolutely ravishes you behind closed doors. He’ll kiss any part of your body that you don’t love about yourself as well as trace his fingers down the specific area. Also insists on showing you how much he loves you with gentle massages.

Sniper

Sniper is a family man, and everyone who’s met him knows that. So when wants to introduce you to his family, he’s nervous about what his parents will think about you. To his delight, they love you, and don’t judge you for your size. They’re just happy that he has someone he loves that has a relatively normal job and life. (They’re bound to find out the truth later.)

He loves having you in his camper, hanging out with him and bothering the shit out of him. (Affectionately.) It used to be pretty bare bones, but now it has a bunch of things that remind him of you, and a bunch of little snacks for when you come to hang out.

When he’s sniping and you decide to come along, he makes sure that the spot he’s in is comfortable and safe for you to be in. He doesn’t want you to get stuck, or be an open shot for an enemy. It would kill him if anything happened to you.

He loves knitting you little things, and it makes you happy because sometimes it’s hard to find clothes in your size. Now you no longer worry about it, because you know that if you ask, he’ll make you something.

Engineer

Engineer absolutely loves serenading you with his guitar, and wants you to feel as special as he possibly can. He does it even more so if you’re ever feeling insecure or upset about your body.

Loves having you in the workshop with him. Because you’re larger, you’re able to lift and hold larger things, taking a lot of the weight off of his shoulders. It also means he doesn’t need to worry as much about you getting hurt as you’re larger.

He loves having you to his big family outings, as it’s boisterous and a bunch of fun. And because of the amount of people, and because he’s Texan, you never ever go hungry.

He loves having campfires, just the two of you. It warms his heart to have the person he loves spend time with him. You help him make the fire, and he either roasts marshmallows, or roasts sausages, whatever you’re in the mood for.

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Hello! I was wondering if I could get headcanons for Medic, Sniper, Spy, and Heavy (or if that's too much, just Spy and Medic) in a relationship with a reader that smokes pot? Like, the mercs just walk into their s/o's room and they're hitting a pen or smoking a bowl and it's super awkward or something. Thank you so much! Have a wonderful day

ty anon 4 the request ! sorry this took so long, weed is a bit of a weird topic 4 me, but this is a silly request ^_^

Medic

I don't think he'd care all that much- A bit of him had a hunch because you subtly smell like it. The first time he walks in on you, it's awkward silence, and with a slight nod, and a quiet "carry on" he leaves you to it. I don't think he'd like the smell at first, so he'd buy you edibles if you're chill with it. If not, he'll slowly let himself get accustomed to it, because he loves you, and he's not giving you up for something as silly as weed. Plus, it's not that bad once he gets used to it, since you smell like it. He likes your smell. Take that how you will.

Sniper

This man smokes weed, I fear. So he doesn't give a fuck, honestly. Yeah, it's awkward the first time he walks in on you, but he lets out a small chuckle, and jokingly asks for a hit, but to his surprise, you let him. So yeah you guys just smoke weed together now. Sometimes u kiss 💋

Spy

Oh my god this man HATES weed. Like, it's not a deal breaker for him, but at first, he STRONGLY dislikes it. And he definitely lets you know the first time he walks in on you. "Ugh... Mon amour... You really smoke this?" He just thinks it's unclassy or whatever, in his french brain. Once he starts turning around to it, he lets you begin smoking with him in his smoke room, and you occasionally join him on his smoke breaks to take a hit from your pen. It's like a bonding experience.

Heavy

I don't think he'd care, either. Wife this man up! He is a malewife I fear! He'd help you with snacks, comfort items, hell, will go with you to buy it. However, the first time he walks in on you, it's... Very awkward. You're both in a staring contest atp 😭 "Ah... You smoke weed? Heavy does not mind. Just did not know." He's like a warm blanket and cuddles you if you get sleepy. ❤

I HOPE THESE ARE OK!!! THEY WERE A LITTLE RUSHED AND IM SORRY IF THEY'RE OOC IM SLEEPY 💔 also sorry snipers is a little short i didnt rlly know what else to write ty again for the request this was actually rlly fun 2 write!