#but the brain cell slipped out of suguru's hands

[rmorde]

To add another layer of tragedy to Geto's "Fall" is just how poorly SaShiSu communicated with each other post-Toji.

Before everything fell apart for them, SaShiSu are in harmony with one another:

Satoru is the impulsive loudmouth assuming anything and everything.

Suguru is the responsible caretaker silently analyzing everything.

Shoko is the unbiased, unflappable, and supportive observer.

They play each other off really well as seen in EP 1* Basketball Scene.

Satoru instigates trouble.

Suguru was ready to rein him in.

Shoko leaves them to hash it out themselves (and presumably heal their beaten asses later).

Their trio just works. They understand each other and react accordingly.

However, Suguru changed post-Toji. He went out of sync and neither Satoru nor Shoko noticed. Their dynamics here backfired.

Satoru is assumptious. As far as he was concerned, Suguru was okay because his image of him as his "equal" never shattered. Satoru assumed that Suguru is still keeping up with him - that they are still the Strongest together. He never noticed that Suguru is faltering because he was blind to it.

Shoko is reactive. She never really takes the initiative with Satoru and Suguru. She always leaves others to their own businesses and only comes in to help during the aftermath or when asked to without judgement. She may have noticed Suguru is struggling but waited for him do or say something about it first.

Suguru is a martyr. Being the "responsible one" meant he cannot be a bother to Satoru and Shoko. He would rather wrestle his own demons alone than show weakness to them because if he did, then what else is he? What would be his role in their relationship? So, he suffered in silence.

Suguru changed but he tried to maintain his old dynamic with his friends. Meanwhile, Satoru was too comfortable to notice the change and Shoko was too patient to adapt to it.

SaShiSu were rendered unable to communicate properly their needs and care for each other until they broke apart.

This is a problem which, frankly, I think still plagues Shoko and Satoru in the current time.

Shoko remains a steadfast and stalwart friend. She always has Satoru's back even if it was against the higher ups.

But she still waits for Satoru to reach out and ask for her first. She is still unable to take the initiative in their interactions. Hence, she felt like Satoru is not truly seeing her support.

Satoru is still an assumptious friend who respects and relies on Shoko's strength - as their resident doctor and his "rock". He likely never thought that Shoko needed his overt appreciation and reassurance of their relationship.

Shoko also trusts him. Satoru draws confidence from that. So he'd most assuredly wouldn't show any vulnerability to worry her even if he wants to. He didn't want to break her trust.

In short, SaShi are two emotionally constipated fools that are still communicating poorly with each other. What a pair of painfully mutually pining friends. They should be locked up somewhere together so they can hash things out between them.

I mean, look at these two. They walk so far apart from each other.

And yet, they are keeping up with each other's pace.

Just talk with each each other for real. Please 😭

[stnexus]

Just Before Bed

dom!geto suguru x blk!fem!sub!reader x kinda dom!gojo satoru

18+, R RATED, MINORS DNI

description: no panties at a party? well that’s just unacceptable.

warnings: (y/n) is tipsy here + geto high though all parties are consenting adults, unprotected sex, indicates that there is a safe word if needed (not used every thing is fine and fun), established relationship, geto’s a little mean + kinda a cuck(?) lmao, f + m overstim, squirting, creampie(s), double penetration, dacryphillia, everyone be safe please make sure you are fully grasping my warnings!

names used (?): baby, baby doll, princess, pretty girl, brat, pretty, pretty boy, good girl

word count: 3.1k+

The silver wind chimes on the front porch clanked together as it let out a ring of a beautiful melody. Cold air swirled about, causing the rustle of fallen leaves along the ground. As a car pulled into the drive way all that could be heard was the banging of car doors slamming shut as you and your lovers got out. Causing the chilled gusts of wind to meet your bare arms — damned tube dress.

“tss, satoru baby i’m cold,” you complained as you hugged onto the partner closets to you. almost losing your footing with how intoxicated you were. sloppy drink wouldn’t be used to describe your state — but you definitely had a nice buzz flowing throughout your body. every thought felt fuzzy around the edges, like you could just let yourself float away.

“com’ere, baby doll,” gojo calls out, wrapping his arms around you as he led you both behind geto. your arms wrapped around his white button up cladded torso. the keys jingling about in geto's hand matched the wind chimes song as your second lover made his way to the front door. sifting through the keys on his keychain.

“suguruuu, why’re ya so quiet?” you spoke up with laughter in your tone, one of you fingers playing with a belt loop on gojo's black slacks. your pink acrylics dragging against his clothed hips.

“you know how he gets when he’s high, all quiet and brooding,” gojo laughed, pulling you closer.

“you two have been giggling the whole way home. and despite gojo being sober,” geto chided, “you’re both sharing the same brain cell at the moment…now get in before you get sick.”

at your boyfriend’s declaration as he ushered you both inside, you and gojo’s laughs grew even more. walking through the front door of your home in a fit of laughter as the warm atmosphere enveloped you all. kicking your heels off, you watched as the two men removed their dress shoes, black socks meeting the wooden floor of the threshold.

“suguru…” before the words could even form in your drunken mind, geto had picked you up bridal style. the bottom of your black colored floor length dress swaying around your manicured toes at the action. wrapping your arms around his neck you planted a kiss on his cheek, which was still cold from the time spent outside. your head was brought down to rest on his shoulder - meeting the black button up shirt he had worn. it wasn’t long before you were upstairs — gojo close behind after he grabbed three cups of water from the kitchen.

dropping you softly onto the edge of the bed, geto began to grab at the black tie around his neck — slowly loosening the knot. gojo sat the cups down with a sigh. when nanami said he would be hosting a party you all thought it was some kind of joke. nanami? having fun? turns out it was some corporate affair, nothing but office workers swarmed the building. but you all still managed to enjoy your self, nanami never shied away from offering alcohol. which you did partake in, unlike gojo or geto. though, somehow someway geto had slipped out during the night. telling you and gojo he'd just be a minute, only to return high.

“come on baby, take your dress off,” gojo stated grabbing at the top of your tube dress as you giggled.

“say please first ‘toru,” a smirk played at his lips you responded. but he held back a retort as he slipped his fingers between the top of the dress and your body, beginning to pull it down your chest until—

“you didn’t wear a bra..? well, kinda understandable with the dress. but, hell…no panties either,” gojo looked baffled as you giggled. you drunken brain fully fucking you over, because if you had been sober you wouldn’t have missed the glare geto had thrown at gojo's discovery. letting gojo pull the dress off of you completely a gasp left your lips as you felt his hand ghost over the top of your thighs as he came up to plant a kiss on your glossy lips.

“such a bad girl,” gojo scolded, “such a pretty body though, don’t you think so suguru?”

“as always,” geto replied as he took off his silver cufflinks, "but why don’t you do me a favor ‘toru?”

“hm?”

“eat our pretty girl out,” Geto stated, “i like seeing her all sensitive and whiny after she drinks. and the way she's looking at you i think she'd like that.”

looking down at your low hooded eyes and quiet demeanor. you had stopped the giggling from earlier. taking in your lover that stood before your completely naked form.

“whaddya say, ‘s that what you want princess?” gojo questioned with a small smile, moving to hold your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“mhm,” you nodded and hummed in compliance, tone low, "please, satoru...that's what i want."

it wasn’t long before gojo had rid himself of his clothes, much like geto who moved about in the room in just his black briefs. pulling his long black hair into a messy low bun. cleaning things up, as if gojo wasn’t buried between your legs, eye level with your cunt as he laid soft and loving kisses on your special little button. his hands pushed your brown thighs in opposite directions, spreading you open for him to get better access. gojo planted one more kiss on your clit, watching as your arousal leaked from your hole as he pulled away.

you'd be lying if you said you hadn't been horny since you all had been getting ready for the party. taking in your two boyfriends as they got dressed. smelling the cologne they'd covered themselves with made the ache between your legs even worse. even the way they conversed at the party, teeth sparkling as they threw charming smiles. and the way geto looks when high was the icing on the cake. it was like heaven and your worst nightmare at the same time, knowing you couldn't touch them. which made your predicament now even more annoying.

“stop teasing, gojo—” your whiny bratty remark was cut short as you felt his tongue make contact with your pussy. pushing through your puffy lips to lick a long stripe. his blue eyes had snapped to your face, watching it contorting slightly as you were taken off guard. as small moan had caused you to go quiet for just a second.

“oh she went quiet for a second there, satoru,” geto laughed as he continued to trail around the room picking up everyones discarded clothes. “but truly stop teasing. go ahead and make her a whiny mess, baby.”

at the command of geto again you could feel all fight from gojo drop as he pressed his face between your thighs once more. removing one hand from one of your brown thighs in order to use his fingers to spread your puffy lips open. everything else that followed was rid of the kind and gentle kisses he’d shown you before.

it was only a matter of minutes before you felt a mixture of your wetness and gojo’s spit completely flooding your cunt. dripping onto the bed. there was no use of shying away with the way he had you spread open, lips wrapped around your pretty little bud as he sucked at it and licked away. nothing but obscene slurping sounds and your whiny moans could be heard around the room as geto sat on the bed, observing his two lovers from afar.

geto was right earlier, drinking does make you sensitive and whiny. it was a cute sight to him.

“‘toru, you feel so good,” you moaned out, pink acrylic nails coming up to grab at his white hair. his eyes closed as your fingers grazed over his scalp, groaning into your pussy. your hips jolting at the action.

“yeah baby? you want more?”

“yeaa', ‘toru. please gimme more,”

“suguru…you aren’t going to play with her too…?” gojo mumbles into your cunt as he looked over at geto at the head of the bed. watching from the corner of his eye as you slightly twitched from the vibrations.

“not quite yet. but keep going,” geto spoke low lidded from the opposite side of the bed. it was now easier to see that some hair framed his face and had not been pulled into his messy bun.

“suguru please, join us— ahh, fuuck—” your pleading was interrupted as you felt two of gojo’s finger sink into your cunt, his mouth attacking your clit once more. it felt like he was trying to pull an orgasm out of you the way his fingers curled. grazing that special spot inside of you from time to time.

it wasn’t until you both locked eyes that gojo took a harsh suck at your clit, maneuvering his fingers to repeatedly hit at that sensitive little spot. you could feel your stomach tightening as your head turned to the side. your eyes meeting with geto’s darkened ones. it was like no matter where you turned someone was watching.

“our pretty girl’s going to cum,” geto somewhat chuckled,“come on (Y/N), show us how pretty you look when you cum.”

your mouth fell open into a moan as you felt your orgasm getting pulled from you. cunt pulsing and clenching around gojo’s digits and against his tongue as a pretty ring of white continued to decorate the base of his fingers.

“keep going.” fell from geto’s lips as your brows furrowed. the alcohol from earlier still had you unaware to his demeanor. “no underwear? at a public event? you must’ve lost your mind pretty girl.”

“i wanna to see her cry tonight satoru. what do you think?”

“i agree geto. i mean, she must’ve been waiting to get home. this pretty pussy was flooded before i even touched her earlier.”

“well let’s give her everything and then more…” geto replied. his hands coming up to play at your hardened nipples. a whine of wait i’m sorry, left your lips as you realized the compromising position they were putting you in as geto joined gojo on his knes at the foot of the the bed. throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, the other over gojo’s.

“shhh, no apologies, you’re not sorry yet,” geto taunted as both him and gojo licked a line up your already pleased cunt. tongues meeting as they reached your attentive clit.

and that's how it continued, they toyed with you for the next hour almost. it became apparent that you weren't going anywhere as they gripped at your thighs, with two of geto's fingers buried to the base in your pussy. you'd lost count at how many times you had released in their tongues, creaming along geto's fingers. surely dripping into his palm as his fingers moved in and out. but it was clear that geto hadn’t lost count.

“three times, four if you count when you made her cum gojo. look at her…” as they continued to prolong your fourth orgasm the two men took in your appearance. your silk pressed hair beginning to curl around your edges, chest heaving, eyes glossed over and hands tangled in the sheets below you. careless moans fell from your lips as your sensitive clit throbbed and begged for mercy under their unrelenting tongues.

“y’ gonna fuck her for me pretty boy?” geto mumbled out between their tongues meeting at your clit. gojo replied with a simple deep mhmm and a head nod which was probably the worst thing to do with your drooling pussy right in his face, because the cry you let out signified you’d just come again. as they let up they both placed gentle and feather light kisses to your sensitive cunt. taking in your blissed out face as they stood, gojo pulled you to meet his hips .

it was like they were trying to humiliate you. gojo pulled you into a mating press as he pulled off his boxers. his heavy cock smacking against your cunt as it was freed from the boxers. the usually light brown tip swollen and red, and shaft appearing as thick as ever — veins decorating it beautifully.

“‘toruuu…go slow pleasepleaseplease,” you whined out as the sensitive state your pussy was in. and he listened, sinking in inch by inch as slowly as he was able to, groaning out an oh fuuck, when he hit the hilt. balls brush against your ass as his hands held the back of your thighs.

“geto our girl feels sooo fucking good,” gojo addressed your shared boyfriend who sat in the love seat that decorated the corner of your shared bedroom. his boxers off and cock in hand receiving slow, tight, lazy strokes.

“i bet she does, and stop being so easy on her, she’s receiving a punishment remember? i don’t care how much she begs, she knows the safe word. fuck her stupid,” geto groans gritting out his last words, watching as gojo moved his hips at a slow pace. your mouth went slack at his orders feeling gojo’s hips pick up the pace as you locked eyes with geto, a fucked out sounding i fucking h-hate youuu leaving your lips in a whine.

“yeah yeah, nothing i haven’t heard before brat,” he smirked slyly. his fist still moving up and down his shaft, the loose hairs framing his face swaying gently, “you’ll love me later.”

gojo’s hips crashed into the back of your thighs, lower abdomen bumping into your clit with every thrust. you only choked out obscenities and his name falling from your lips as your head lay on the bed.

“can I pull your hair baby…?” gojo huffed out, knowing you’d be pissed you were sweating it out already, but he didn’t want to add fuel to the fire. but you sent a dazed out nod his way. placing his hand atop your head, gojo gripped at your hair, pulling your head up to make you watch where you two were connected.

“fuckfuck, oh my— fuuuck,”

watching how gojo’s cock reached inside your walls fully solidified everything that was going on. a sheen of your previous orgasms and current arousal coated his shaft. a pretty ring of cream sliding along his base, leaving a stringy mess at every attempt of him pulling away. your cunt seemed to wanted to pull him back in after every draw back of his hips.

“yeah baby, look at how good that pussy is. she’s practically crying for me. if i move just a bit i could hit….” gojo paused for just a moment, changing the angle of his hips. “that spot, there you go pretty girl.”

a dreadfully teary eyed cry fell from your lips as gojo began his assault on your sweet spot cooing at your reaction. your mind so fuzzy you begin to forget geto was pumping away at his cock in the same room until he let out a moan. still looking at the way gojo fucked you out the way he hit your spot continuously was earth crushing, it didn’t take long for your to babble out a deceleration of your orgasm reaching you. your stomach tightening and releasing at its own will. but gojo’s hips didn’t slow.

“s-suguruuu make him slow d-down, ’m too sensitive,” you begin to babble even more even though the grasp gojo had on your hair hindered you from seeing geto. “ ‘m sorry, ‘m so sorry i didn’t were panties to the party. ‘won’t happen again, i-i’m fuu—uck ‘m sorry.”

a darkened laugh feel from geto’s lips, and your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head at his next words.

“she’s real sensitive now gojo, make her squirt while she’s babbling on...”

your hands went to reach out at gojo’s abdomen, pushing at it until he slapped your hand away. pink acrylic decorated fingernails tossed aside. only for his palm to slide across your lower stomach softly, then came an immense amount of pressure as he pressed down right where his cock hit.

“satoru f-fuck you, y-you asshole,” you swore at him between moans in embarrassment. your lips forming into what he deemed to be a beautiful pout.

“shut up and take it.” he bit back, watching as a tears fell from your eyes.

“i feel like i’m g-gonna pee…”

“let it out princess, you know what we want…” geto coaxed from the corner of the room.

the room around you became a muffled mess as you began to drown out any outside noise. you were sure you were floating the way you felt your release leave your body. it wasn’t until you came to that you realized you had had begun crying as you sprayed your orgasm all over gojo’s chest, squirting like your life depended on it. you felt him bury himself deep, releasing into your soaked cunt.

“fuck pretty girl, let up,” gojo groaned out at how you tightened around him.

“gojo get her on her stomach, lay under her,” geto called out as got up from the chair. it wasn’t long before gojo flipped you two over into position, sliding his hardening length into your messy cunt once more. it wasn’t until you felt geto trying to fit himself in with gojo that you reacted with a moan. hand reach back to push at his abdomen.

“you won’t fit, baby,” you whined.

“i will, don’t worry…we’ll make it fit.” geto planted a kiss on the side of your mouth pushing the hand that tried to move him against your lower back, your face against gojo’s flushed chest.

and geto lived up to his promise, pushing into you and rubbing against gojo.

“oh fuck, suguru” gojo choked out, realizing he was still sensitive from cumming previously. their thrusts were matched as they rubbed against each other in your cunt. filling you up to the brim as geto arm wrapped around your torso, between yourself and gojo, to rub and toy with your extremely sensitive clit. the room felt hot. every breath felt forced and useless as they abused your sensitive spots. tears and incomplete babbling falling repeatedly.

“i love youu, fuuck iloveyoutwo” you managed to get out as you cried. tears sliding against gojos chest as you neared your release.

“we know baby, cum one more time for us, show us how much you love us,” geto sounds like he was almost pleading. his harden demeanor shedding away, “just one more time, good girl…”

and your body listened. you’d squirted again, feeling your breath hitch as you did so. the room felt like it was spinning as your eyes fell shut, sleep taking you over as gojo and geto pulled out. a mixture of cum leaking from your used cunt.

“did she pass out?” gojo chuckled. pushing your now curled hair back from your face in observation. hand caressing your cheek.

“she did,” geto joined him in laughing as he leaned over to press a kiss onto his lips, "but lets stop laughing, if we wake her up she's going to use whatever energy she can to kill us."

[charmspoint]

A wip word search tag game, thank you @plagueofskeletons for the tag!

Rules: search for the words given by whoever tagged you within your wips and post them for us to see! Then tag as many whoever you want and give them five words to look for in their works.

The words I'm looking for: stairs, wound, chill, fish, and rest

I don't have many wips at the present so some of these may show up a lot hjbjh.

Stairs - Found in Dance with the Devil the gang au prequel 1

“I’m not nearly drunk enough for that.”

“I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you.”

Satoru rolled his eyes and them immediately proved Toji’s point by nearly slipping at the stairs of his apartment.

Wound - Also from Dance with the Devil

He looked, and the man looked back. His lips were moving, his fingers grasping. The gun in Satoru’s hands was heavy. Time slipped and slid and folded into itself. There was blood on the floor, blood everywhere. The wind was blowing through the open door. Toji was a shadow in the dark room. Two bullet wounds, clean through the head. There were bits of bone and brain matter in his mother’s long hair. The world had shrunk. The world had expanded. Satoru couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. The night was silent. Two clear gunshots. Blood on the floor. His plush fallen from his hands. Blood drenching the soft fur.

Satoru pulled the trigger.

Chill - You guessed it, it's Dance with the Devil

He wasn’t exactly used to roughing it, but it wasn’t his first time sleeping on the street. Usually he had good company to make things more comfortable, or a spiteful enough grudge against Toji to keep him warm, but for one night, he could handle it.

Even if the chill sneaking under his jacket reminded him of a tight little cell with cement walls and scuttling insects.

Fish - Glass Houses, a sashisu first years fic, I'm counting this because the only other mention is in Dance with the Devil hjbjj

Interesting batch.

That was what the principle had called Yaga’s new first years.

An interesting batch. Ieiri Shoko, a girl who had mastered the Reverse Cursed Technique to a greater degree than most adult sorcerers could. Geto Suguru, a boy fished out of nowhere, the infinite potential of the rare Cursed Spirit Manipulation technique knitted under his skin. And Gojo Satoru, the young heir to the Gojo clan, bearing the future of the sorcery world solely by possessing both Six Eyes and Limitless

A generation brimming with potential and genius, entrusted into Yaga's hands to shape and to mold.

Rest - The Ship of Theseus ch 3, a post canon satosugu fic where they are the only ones left

He had slept through it all. Or maybe more accurately, he had remained dead through it all, cold and unmoving as was his lot. He had responded to Satoru but to nothing else and the knowledge of that burned horribly in his throat.

Only to Satoru and nothing else.

Even though his girls must have grieved him, mourned him, cried over him. Even though he knew, even if distantly, that the pretender had kept them at his side, until suddenly they were no longer there. He knew his girls, his brave, brilliant girls. They were no fools, no children, they would never had allowed for this desecration, they would have done everything in their power to chase the parasite out of his body and lay him to proper rest.

I'm gonna tag @autumn-foxfire @lilleeboi @cablecurrent @yuki-mxivo @starglossie and @leavesandcurses (fuck the five rule im a menace)

Your words are: Heart, terror, crawl, purpose and (of course) teeth.

[blueparadis]

꒰ NANAMI KENTO + PRAISE KINK ꒱

꒰+꒱ content warnings — afab-reader, explicit smut, teasing, domestic fluff, f!oral,m!oral, m!receiving, blow job, praise kink, Nanami is just tensed, power play, power imbalance,mention of yu haibara.word count — 1k

꒰+꒱ notes — via this line paradis is now connecting to @sanjithesimp @yuujispinkhair | event masterlist.

“Yu, stay right here and watch carefully!”, Nanami contorted as he spoke before turning and walking towards the end of the corridor. “Just be careful when I'll knock, three times.”, haibara tartly reminded him before he was walking into a freshly sprouted catastrophe.

“yeah, yea- the usual. I know ”, his lazy remark faded with his figure as he turned to face the door of your room.

His breathing was erratic. He was nervous. How could he not? He was visiting your room, on his wedding day. Scandalous, more previously, impulsive but he was getting more and more restless in his room.

And, his beloved seniors, Satoru and Suguru weren't much help. Thanks to his best friend, Yu haibara who kept them busy with handling the guests and took his whiney ass at your doorstep. He exhaled a deep breath before knocking.

“It’s me!”, a husky voice perforated through the door and your friend, Sachiko, who is your bridesmaid shot you a smile before walking up to the door.

You took the moment to wrap a silk bathrobe and as the door opened you saw your fiancé in a plain white shirt and trousers.

“I’ll wait outside!”, Sachiko assured but Nanami was about to protest but she eyed him because she knows you'll be needing privacy for this man.

“Hey!”, he uttered with a grin smothering his face. “Nice weather, isn't it?”. It was raining. You liked it but he seriously couldn't just come up here to say that did he?

Nanami is a man of resolve and ethics and it's astonishing enough to expect a visit even if he joked about this a lot when you talked about the wedding. Just how nervous was he.

“I was bored. Gojo and Geto were eating every cell of my brain. I was about to pluck my hair out but thanks to Yu—

Nothing after that came out through his lips registered in your brain. He was so adorable. You've never seen him like that, senses tensed and drowning in nervousness. So, you couldn't help but kiss him to calm him down.

That worked wonders. He stopped talking but as his eyes bored into yours you muttered, “uh-oh!” and the very lips you kissed curved in crescent pulling you closer.

“Oh my god. What. are. you. doing?”, you wanted to scream at him but that would make things messy. “I was supposed to ask you that.”, he quipped and you hated how he had you under his spell.

You broke free of his embrace and walked up to the mirror. “Well, you were nervous. Now you're not!”, you turned around only to find him sitting on the edge of the bed with confusion lurking underneath his irises.

“Hey? what's wrong? Was it the kiss?”, you crouched as your knees touched the floor to get a good look at your man. He was in shambles and it was turning you on.

Never before in six years of relationship you've seen him this worried. “if it was about the kiss, I'm sorry.”, you rested your palms over his thighs. He was unbothered. “No”, he replied eyes still unable to meet yours. “I missed you. I wanted to see you.” his eyes shifted on you,

“And now, I don't wanna go.” You blinked. Once. Twice. Is he being serious? Or is he just teasing you? You couldn't tell but you'd be a fool to let this opportunity slip because live-in with him came with a lot of sex yet when the wedding bells rang you could have sworn that you hated the petty ceremony that was something like an official declaration of “oh we're just going to fuck eacthother’s brains out before babies pop outta’ me”

Swiping away such thoughts you slid your hands up his thighs as you whispered, “Well, let me help you with that. ’can give you something to occupy your mind.” Before he could put two and two together you unzipped his trousers, sliding down his boxers having his cock in your hand.

The tip was limped, he was turned on. You guessed probably it was his distance for the last few weeks from you that pushed him to think of you, that made him drop a visit today but when you looked up you noticed his eyes were on you, on your glistening skin, the perked nipples.

Without a word, you took his member in your mouth. At first, you gave a few broad sucks over his girthy cock, and when you heard his moans taking a glance you started to suck the tip like a lollipop. He was throwing back his head with the hem of his shirt tucked between his teeth, hands gripping the bed sheets because you picked up a little speed.

You pulled away, strings of saliva coating his tip and it leaked a little bit of pre. His hand was about to do the rest since he is trying his best to have you on his lap to fuck you witless but started to pump his cock steadily as you sat beside him.

Kento didn't want to curse you, especially on his wedding day but you were pressing his buttons. He kept groaning, trying his best to suppress his moans but eventually gave in as his lips crashed onto yours. It tasted of sheer hunger for you and desperation to devour you.

And you reverted with the same intensity as you gave his hard cock a few more strokes. white spurts leaked a little feel on the floor. "Ah fuck", Nanami blurted out loudly. He hadn't felt that in a while, the euphoric high whenever he's inside you.

You cupped his face gaining his attention mustering up all the courage to say, "Good boy!" and that ticked off his patience. He let out a throaty chuckle and leaned closed to your ears, "Oh dear! how the tables have turned", making you smile.

Before leaving your room he remarks, "You're going to pay for the stunt you just pulled baby"

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tags — @mrskodzuken @jotatetsuken @etheralyonn @zoraedits @cursedmoonchild @devoti

[owlespresso]

Witching Hour: 2 AM

getou suguru x reader x gojo satoru

warnings: alcohol mention, reader is drunk, spice below the cut

Satoru stuck sweet to your side, rubbing your back and watching you down your coveted alcohol. He told you jokes and teased your side with probing fingers to get you to giggle, pressed closer and closer into his side with every sip. The booth he managed to secure was small and private, a haven as far away from the music as possible. 

“You still in there?” He nudges you, voice lowering into something soft and doting. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, your eyelids growing heavy as you nestle against him. He’s warm, the scent of his cologne comforting and spiced. You curl a hand into the fabric of his balenciaga sweatshirt. “Mmm, maybe it’s time for us to head home—ah—” 

A sharp, loud ding draws his attention to his phone, the screen illuminating his pale face bright as he draws it close. You can see him squint behind his rounded shades, reading whatever text he had been sent with a contemplative sort of trepidation.

“Mmm, Suguru’s not too happy,” Satoru acknowledges with a small, dry laugh.

“Did you not tell him we were going out?” you muster up the brain cells to reply, jolted from your sleepy stupor at the mention of your other partner. 

“No~pe!” he hums, leaning down to press a few kisses to the side of your face. His soft lips flutter against the column of your neck, prompting you to whine and tilt your head in his direction, shoulder raising at the ticklish sensation. “Just wanted you to myself for a little bit. Can you blame me? You’re always so needy for his attention when he’s around.” His long fingers venture underneath the thin fabric of your tank top, dimpling the tender flesh.

“Do not,” you grumble. A breathy little whine escapes you as he finally reaches the crook of your neck, teeth delicately grating over your warm, sensitive skin.

“Yes, you do. But I don’t expect you to admit it,” he says with a heavy, exaggerated sigh. His phone indignantly rings again, causing his face to wrinkle in an unsettled grimace. Its fluorescent light illuminates the pale stretch of his face, catches on those brilliant sapphire eyes and lulls you into a state of silent awe. “Yeah, we should really go. Suguru’s threatening to make me sleep on the couch.”

He laments the possible consequences, but at the same time sharply squeezes your hip, clever fingers venturing closer to the crux of your legs while you squeal and squirm. Long, warm digits stroke a line up your clothed cunt through your leggings, prompting you to grip his sleeve tight, face buried into his shoulder. Fresh, buzzing warmth writhes in your lower stomach, thin panties already moistening. The haze that blankets your mind eases you into that balmy state of arousal, makes it easier for him to coax little sighs and moans.

You’re in public, your remaining brain cell reminds you, but it’s a herculean feat to act on that realization when Satoru is so big and encompassing and warm.

His phone beeps a third time, prompting him to pull away with a hassled sigh. 

Immediately, you whine, legs reflexively shutting in an attempt to keep him there. The embers he’d been stoking die out, leaving you cold and empty. 

“Alright. Let’s get you home, sweetheart.” Satoru hums, patting you in the back. The next few moments are all but lost to you, being pulled and tugged to your feet and along the wall to avoid the dancing crowd. 

The incessant, thrumming of the club’s upbeat music dies to a low vibration as you hastily traverse the thin hall. It takes every piece of your concentration to not trip over your own sneakers. The space between your eyebrows throb, your eyelids heavy. The past two hours are a blur, lost in a tumble of vivid neon lights, loud conversation and hearty drinks. A prescription to get you out of your head, if only for a little while.

The neon lights fade, leaving you at the end of the hall, right before the double doors. The back entrance, you numbly realize as Satoru hums. He stops in place, and you’re barely given a moment to prepare before he sweeps you into a one-armed embrace, lips pressing to your own in a sloppy, intense kiss. Your eyes flutter shut, mind numb as your hands instinctively curl in the expensive fabric of his shirt. Licks of flame roll up your intoxicated form, lost among the rolling waves of his oceanic affection. 

The next sensation you register is the press of the hard wall against your back. Your eyes shut, your head rolling to rest up against the painted concrete blocks, Satoru’s warm lips running up and down the column of your neck. Shivers roll down your spine, spark goosebumps up your arms and shivers down your spine. The air feels thick with each breath you pull in. 

“Satoru,” you murmur. One of his large hands spans across your left hip, fingers crawling over untouched skin, venturing towards the round of your breasts. Your shirt rides up along his arm, cool air sending a shiver up your spine. You shouldn’t do this here, the far flung remainders of your consciousness remind you, anyone could see, “Satoru—” you gasp, words smothered by his lips. 

One of his palms shoves the cup of your bra promptly upwards. He swallows a little yelp, dexterous fingers pinching at your nipple, pulling and twisting. Your thighs press together, cunt wet, panties pressed sticky to your cunt. The pleasure sends you reeling, mind swimming, heart thumping slow and low in contrast to the erratic beat of the faraway music. 

“Satoru, ah, Satoru!” your little cries are cast into the air, whines building low and hot in your chest. 

At last, at very long last, one of his hands ventures towards the waistband of your leggings. The fabric feels all too stifling against your body, rationality slipping from your grasp like water through a patch of swamp cattails.

“Satoru,” a familiar voice, dark and firm, jolts you both from your pleasure-inundated states. Through the fog, you feel a jolt of immediate alarm—Suguru stands behind the both of you, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his sweatpants. His outfit is casual, cozy, something you’d see him wear around the house. His expression is flat, but a subtle twitch in his eyebrow betrays his irritation. 

Satoru fumbles for a brief moment, yanking down the cup of your bra and pulling your shirt back over your stomach. Clumsy yet practiced, a testament to how many times he’s done this before. You’re not granted any time to contemplate it further before he’s pulling away, taking his warmth with him. He faces Suguru with a comely smile, hands resting atop his hips. 

“Ahh, Suguru!” He rocks back and forth on his heels, reaching a hand back to sheepishly rub the back of his neck. “Fancy meeting you here~”

“You didn’t answer my texts. Or my calls,” Suguru crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side, utterly unamused. 

"Well,” Satoru says, swallowing thickly to buy himself time. 

“It’s fine. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t drunk off your ass and in a gutter,” Suguru interrupts before he can muster an explanation, gaze sliding past the flushed Satoru to you. The firm lines of his expression melt into something tender, something delicate as he appraises you, those lovely lips curling into a welcoming smile. “And how are you? Satoru didn’t tire you out too much, did he?” he inquires, ignoring Satoru’s indignant squawk. His arms part to either side of him as he beckons you forth, the low purr of his voice reverberating through your every cell .  “Come here.”

Even cast in dingy, dim lighting, Suguru looks warm and comfortable in his casual wear. They hang off his broad frame ever so slightly, but still allow you to see the outline of the packed muscle underneath. His hair is tied into the bun you’ve grown so used to seeing on him. Whether by instinct or conscious choice (you can no longer tell), you push off the wall and stumble into his waiting arms. 

The smell of him soothes the nerves frayed by your previous arousal, muscles loosening as you bury your face into his chest. He’s saying something to Satoru, the words lost among your drunken haze. Their voices sound nice, and Suguru’s chest rumbles ever so slightly when he speaks. His warm arms encircle you, securing you snuggly against his body. You’re not sure how long you remain standing there, be it seconds or minutes, but you do notice when he begins to pull back. 

You startle with a whine of protest, blearily looking up at him. There’s unadulterated admiration in his eyes. 

“There you are,” he murmured, voice a quiet blessing for only you to hear. He presses his lips to the crown of your head, irreverent. The hand on your back rubs delicate circles into your lower back.

“Let’s go home.”

[sirthisisa-wendys]

It was for the 1k event. I was thinking demon!geto x human fem!reader where she gets really sick and he turns her into a demon right before she dies but he thinks she’ll be angry at him for turning her when she wakes up but she isn’t and she reassures him by asking him to fuck her brains out 😳

-demon!geto anon

Wow, crossing two universes in my mind is going to be a doozy, but yeah, I'll give it a go!

One More Hour: Demon!Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

wc: 506

tw: I tried writing NSFW for this one, but it just didn't feel right for some reason. So, it's a bunch of angst and fluff!

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The light is fading out.

You can hear the fevered panting of someone approaching, but your mind can't come up with a list of people who would want to see you. Not like this.

"Y/n!" Your name is whisper-screamed in the small room, and you can see a pair of familiar eyes hovering over you in the darkness.

"Suguru?" You try to inch away from the human-turned-demon, but you can barely move due to your weakness. "Suguru, please--"

The demon can find no words to address your current condition, instead choosing to touch your forehead, your clammy skin, your cold feet. The stitches across his forehead are enough to prove that he's not the Suguru you once knew, and that's also how you know it isn't a dream borne of the illness.

You'd never dream of your lover looking like that.

"One thing, one thing..." The demon paces in front of you, lacing his hands through his black locks before looking over at you with a number in his black eye.

And internally, you shrink away, knowing this version of Suguru is not the man you love. He's a shell, an empty vessel filled with consumed blood, and he's not here to save you.

"I have nothing left," you breathe, wincing at the amount of pain you're in. "Please, go." Suguru stops pacing, the word making him still again as he recalls the last thing you said, the last word you threw at him before he was turned into this monstrosity.

"Go."

"I needed one more hour with you," he whimpers, shaking. "Just one more hour." And before you can say anything else, Suguru scratches your arm, drawing a pained gurgle from your lips. "I'm sorry..." he pants, repeating himself over and over again as you slip into unconsciousness. "I'm sorry."

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Death seems more painful than living.

You're being torn apart, limb from limb, and your entire boy is being rewritten from the cells up.

But once the neverending pain fades, you breathe in, eyes opening in the darkness.

"Suguru?"

A soft gasp echoes in the space you're in, and you sit up, rubbing your forehead.

"Y/n..." A choked-up voice calls out your name, but you can't see him. "I'm sorry."

You feel brand new.

What is Suguru apologizing for?

"What did you do to me?" Suguru sobs for a moment, then you see his hand reaching up from where he's sitting beside your bed.

"I... I didn't know if it would work but I needed more time with you. I needed--"

"So you turned me into a demon?"

"Yes."

There's a considerable amount of disgust that rolls through you at the thought of you needing a new source of nourishment, a new life, a new... everything. But you have something you didn't have before: a working body. And you would use it in any way you could.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be sorry," you purr, reaching down to capture your lover's arm in the darkness. "Let's do what we couldn't. Make love to me, Suguru."