#geto x reader x gojo

[moongoopy]

a sweetener amongst death

cont: at the end of the day, two criminals remember they can always come back home to their sweet, oblivious roommate.

c/w: violence, pervy charecters, groping

c: geto x reader x gojo

a/n: i hope for comments and interaction, pls enjoy! (hoping its not too simple and rushed.)

"May my soul rest-!" were the last words of the cult member. Gojo scraped his shoe across the face of the dead and yawned. He lazily walked to the coach in the middle of the church and laid back at a job well done.

A scoff from his best friend made him giggle, he hung his head back to see geto place down another cult member on the ground.

"This place reeks of sex." "Dont they all?"

Geto ushered Gojo to scoot over on the coach, shutting away his spread legs to let his friend sit next to him. The brunette scanned the papers if they missed anything in the church. the ones who hired them just wanted this cult to fall apart and even that, it was at such a low price too.

The blue-eyed man yawned again to strike a nerve into his best friend before leaning forward,

"Why would you take this, its at the bottom of the list and theres just so many unnecessary things to do.."

Geto got up from the seat, fully ignoring his friend, and pulled the beads that the cult hung up on the wall and into the fire that was still lit. The countless papers that marked the existence of this cult were also thrown in. He chuckled dryly, uttering a few regrets about taking this bounty which Gojo agreed to.

He turned his head to him and lightly smiled.

"Satoru, remember the man that hovered over [Name] when you came back from the bathroom?" A spark was lit in Gojo's eyes as Geto pointed a gun at the doors that opened. A neat man who was dressed heavily entered and he dropped like a fly so quickly that Gojo let out a sharp chuckle. It was sad, the duo was the last thing that he saw before his own cult members but fret not, the leader always joins his cult at the end of the day.

"That's him."

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Geto felt your fingers curl around his wrist when a supposed priest got near. There was nothing wrong with him other than the obvious signs of him persuading to join a cult along with a flyer of cult members smiling on the front page. Such positive advertising. He was about to politely reject the man, nodding to his repeated utterance of the Lord when he realized what made you so tense.

The priest's hand was wrapped around your waist so snugly and it made you squirm, he thought you were feeling a bit shy to such a persuasive man but you were uncomfortable. Geto steps infront of the priest, thanking him for such an oppurtunity to see them both in his church although the priest's eyes lingered more to you. Oh, the brunette couldn't have that, successfully peeling of the priest's hand off your waist with not much force.

"We'll make sure to come to and my pretty friend of mine is willing to seek such knowledge" This made the stranger delighted, bowing before distributing other flyers not before his eyes lingering hard enough on the person he wanted in his church.

"Hah, who was that?"

Satoru came back with pastries, he sidetracked but atleast he's back, stuffing a pastry into your mouth and not realising the murderous look on Geto's face.

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"Stop! In the name of the Lord-!" The duo then kicked him around after Geto shot him around his vitals and watched the pervert bleed. Gojo was all ears to Geto's narrative, a horrified look on the bloody man.

"Oh really, Suguru? Tell me more-" Laughter spilled from his lips as he kicked with such force, his friend snarkily adds just how priests just can't keep anything in their pants. The sole of his shoe stomped down on the man's crotch with the other's foot joining in. The priest could probably see hell with how close to death he was, his eyes rolled to the back of his head with a choked scream.

Both of their faces harden but one was more gleeful, watching both their boots knock the life out of the body that dared touched their roommate's.

"We should've let you stay on your knees so you can get the true definition of repentance."

The white haired man then took Geto's gun and shot the priest in the throat. He squatted down over his body and slapped him twice in the face. He tossed the gun back to its owner and gave a double thumbs up. They can finally go home now.

The duo left the church through the back door and trudged to a river.

Geto crouched down near the bankside and took out his weapons and put them to the side to clean.

"Don't you need to clean up?" He washed his hands in the running water, washing his face that was stained with blood that wasn't his. The blue-eyed man stuck his tongue cheekily, confident that he left no traces and crossed his arms. Gojo had a wet cloth thrown at him much to his dismay, he was then forced to clean himself up by the strict orders of his friend.

After a moment, Gojo sighed.

"You could've just told me that pervert went and touched [Name], I thought you went senile for picking such a boring bounty.." Geto smiled, putting his weapons back in his pockets and used the path to walk their way back home.

"But it was worth a suprise, wouldn't you agree?" That made him smile, punching his friend's arm playfully. They both just know what the other likes.

After some thinking about what to have for dinner, you then texted in the group chat that you've made it and to come before it gets cold. The two grinned at each other and raced home.

The door to their apartment swung open and immediately they were engulfed in a hug by you, well if akwardly bent on the knees because its quite hard hugging two people at once.

Gojo leaned into your neck and took a deep whiff in, you smell like heaven; the shampoo that you always used was his favourite. Geto on the other hand held your hand and kissed the side of your neck, you were just so cute he could eat you up. Suddenly, you pulled back with a panicked look.

"B-blood!"

You stepped away and rushed to the laundry room and locked the door. The duo stood there and immediately Geto pulled at Gojo to smell him.

"Hey, what's your deal! I'm clean!" Geto squished his friend's shoulder in his hand, feeling irked.

"Yeah? But did you clean enough? I smell blood on you." He deadpanned and looked towards the laundry room. You had run off in such a hurry so did you know what they really were? They thought of this scenario many times but they didnt know they could fuck up, only because of a certain someone..

"We did bought ropes already so should we like.. I dont know corner them?" That made Gojo receive a punch from the man next to him, originally yes that was the plan but maybe he just wasn't up to it today. He wasn't hoping you would find out so quickly, this little game of cat and mouse was suprisingly fun for him. That he can admit as the duo's eyes gleamed with anticipation,

Geto walked to the direction of the laundry room, knocking on the door.

"[Name]? What are you doing in there?" He said cooly, his hand in his pocket; fingers idly tracing the steel of the knife.

There was silence and a bit of shuffling from the other room and he took out his makeshift key, after all that's how he gets into the houses of his victims. The door clicked and he slowly pushed it open then kicked it with his foot. He grabbed the door before it slammed against the wall to see that you haven't gone anywhere but simply crouched near the washing machine.

There was a bit of guilt on your face and he comes to, crouching to your level. He reached out to cup your face and he was so so close to feeling your lips underneath his thumb before you tilt your head to the side.

"My period came and.. I bled on your sheets by accident. I've been trying to clean it off but yknow.." He softly kisses your forehead, noting the faint blotches of red on the sheets even if the thing went through the wringer twice. He pats your shoulders and gently smiled.

"It was out of your control, sweetheart. It's okay, why dont we enjoy the dinner you made?" The slow signs of you lighting up made his heart full and he guided you out the laundry room with an arm around your waist. He swatted at Gojo who didnt even try to hide the ropes that he carried and turned your head the other way, if you weren't that adamant on looking at Gojo; he'd most likely kick the blue eyed beauty into the washing machine. Atleast, you just remembered the blood on the bedsheets and not the stench from Gojo. Now that Gojo actually took a sniff at himself, there was blood splatters on his dark tank top.

But no worries, atleast it was another day where you'd stay in the dark on who they really were.

After dinner, you sat on the couch squished between them. The news had been dilligently reporting about the cases around the neighbourhood and Gojo tried to hide his satisfaction.

While you, a shiver ran deep through you. These cases were near the apartment complex where all three of you is living in and it scared you. The two noticed, holding you against them.

They coo and brushed comforting hands onto your body, hoping it would calm you.

"Me and Suguru can chase the baddies away!" Gojo joked, squeezing you in his embrace and you nodded vigirously; eyes closed in joy. You didn"t want to say it but their touch was driving you crazy especially since it started from the laundry room. The way Geto held your face sent heat through your body and his thumb.. you had to pull away if not, who knows what would you do instead of feeling guilty on messing up his bedsheets.

And their bodies, their physique. You could feel their chests rub against your body, it took everything not to scream right now. It was like you didn't have to worry about the killers anymore when your raging hormones was speaking for you.

You couldn't help but gulp and stay stiff, their breath against your neck was another thing too, you feel like you were gonna explode from the tension.

And they didnt stop there, Gojo placed his hands inside your shirt since he does that a lot when his fingers get cold and he hooked them under the clasp of your bra. His lips played with your ear and with your nape. Geto switched to something less scary on television and rested his arm around your waist.

"So how was your day, [Name]?"

They silently smirk, loving how you shrink and freeze under their touch. As long as it made you forget about the dangers that you fear that was currently residing in your house, they can continue savouring the feeling of your skin.

[angelxcz]

Gojo who breeds your pussy full before stuffing you deep with the dildo Geto bought you two. His cum seeping past the base of pink silicone in thick spurts.

You whimper tearily when he twists your nipples, forcing the sensitive buds to perk up towards the camera. Zooming in on your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks then your leaking cunt. Using his fingers to spread your sticky folds before thrusting the dildo in and out of you so that his cum was on display.

You let out a whiny cry in embarrassment, the lewd sound of Gojo scooping up his cum making your cheeks flush. Your boyfriend bringing it to your lips as he stood, letting out a groan when your mouth latched onto long white coated digits.

“Say hi to Suguru baby,” he smirked, watching as you looked up at the camera through batted lashes. Drool and cum running down the side of your lip as you slobbered around him.

“H-hi Sugu,” you mumbled softly, the muffled sound coming out as an incoherent babble.

You clench your thighs together, mewling when you feel the thick tip of the toy rub against your g spot. Gojo turned the camera to himself, “Seems our baby’s still needy for more. Thanks for the gift Suguru!” He winked, sending the video to a working Geto. Knowing that the other male would have a hard time controlling himself.

[sexbot300]

Geto was an asshole. He took pride in the fact that he had you soaking your panties just from exchanging a few degrading words.

Gojo was a bigger asshole. He would point out how making fun of your slicked folds, clinging onto your pink panties, made you even wetter.

“No way Suguru,” your back completely pressed to a wall, too timid to move, “I think if we say something else she might just squirt.” His slender fingers lifted at the edge of your skirt, raising the front piece of fabric. This left the two tall men gazing at your exposed thighs, revealing your underwear on full display.

The black-haired man stood up from the edge of the bed, “Poor thing, poor, poor girl.” His voice full of a condescending pity, “Are you sure she didn’t already cum?” His piercing gaze left your weeping cunt before casually pulling out his phone.

You stood there, gulping slowly, skin feeling incredibly hot to the touch. Fuck. “P-please… just stop, you’ve been teasing me for an hour, I’m a good girl, I promi-”

“Oh! Oh~ you hear that, Suguru?! I think the toy thinks we care about it’s feelings.” He lets out a little snicker.

Dropping to his knees, Gojo stands mere inches away from your slick heat. With his free hand, his thumb and index finger grip the upper part of your panties. In an instance, he shoves your underwear upwards, causing a bit of pressure to your clit and revealing more of your lips. A gasp left your mouth.

“How adorable,” he cooed, warm breath hitting your pussy with every word he exclaims “greedy little cunt is eating even her panties up. How gross~”

Geto’s face makes a sweet smile, “I think,” he clicks his tongue, his darkened eyes meeting yours, “I think she’s lying about being a “good girl” Satoru…” he shifted his body around so you can only see his intimidating, broad, back.

Geto angled the phone so it displays you shamefully pinned against a wall, the squatting Gojo inches away from your cunt staring at the front-facing camera. The pair sharing shit-eating grins. A ding button. Recording.

“Put on a show for us, y/n, yeah?” Geto spoke softly, slowly tugging at the hem of his pants while approaching you.

“Don’t be camera shy! This isn’t blackmail! We just want to help you come to terms that you’re nothing but a dirty slut that exists to take our cocks.” Gojo pouted his lips, “okay?”

You only blinked several times at both of the men, they shared a look of hunger in their eyes.

43:57 minutes and seconds in. You’re laying on your back, thighs pinned behind by two large hands. The bed creaked with every thrust Gojo pounds into you, his veiny cock angling in a way that made your eyes roll back into your skull. Your cunt feels as if it’s about to tear from the girth this man had, but you did not want this to stop. Above you stood Geto, his massive balls slapping against your nose as his dick abused your throat while face fucking you.

Tears rolling down your face, mascara staining your cheeks, lipstick smeared on both dicks and their faces, saliva pooling everywhere. Was it moans that escaped your mouth or the sound of gagging?

“Y-yeah? You see that Sugur-” grunt, “-uhhh. Just had to break this cunt in.” He grinned while pushing into you at an impossibly fast pace. Skin on skin, pelvis on pelvis– harshly filling the room with sound.

A chuckle erupted from the other man, face in a haze while you sucked his dick as if it’s your last meal. “T-told you “good girls” don’t take a cock this good.”

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

come rest your bones next to me ; satoru gojo, suguru geto

synopsis; satoru shares the first snowfall of the year with the two people he loves most. 

word count; 4.6k

contents; satoru gojo/reader/suguru geto (poly relationship!!), gn!reader, you're all whipped, reader referred to as spouse, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly domestic, just comfy vibes all around, mostly from satoru’s pov, suguru has a favorite (its you) (but also not really he just likes bullying toru <3), satoru gojo may or may not have unresolved mommy issues

a/n; happy satosugu holidays to those who celebrate <33 geto died today isnt that crazy. dont u think its fucked up how love figuratively and literally killed him. anyway! help urself to two very whipped husbands <33

”holy shit!”

the raspy tilt of satoru’s voice echoes throughout the bedroom, stirring you from your comfortable slumber. a soft groan spills from suguru’s lips, deep and husky, as he pulls you closer into his embrace — smoothing a warm palm down the back of your head. trying to soothe you back to sleep, muttering under his breath.

”satoru, it’s too early for this...”

”it’s snowing!” said man continues, unperturbed. unmistakably giddy. he’s standing by the window, hands pressed flush against the cold glass; entirely entranced by the sight in front of his cerulean eyes. 

your eyelids begin to flutter. a tiny tug of your subconscious, a pang of something excited flowing through your veins, an alert to your sleepy brain.

(snowing.)

with groggy movements, you wriggle out of suguru’s grasp — a displeased grumble leaves his throat, almost a whine — allowing you to scramble out of bed. ”really?” you chirp, rubbing the sleep from beneath your eyes. a raspy, meek little voice spilling into the air.

satoru grins, watching you move closer, watching as a tiny gasp pushes past your lips. watching as your droopy eyes widen — brightening, glittering, starlight and snowflakes painted on the interior of your iris. a breathtaking sight, he thinks. 

maybe even more breathtaking than the winter wonderland reflected in it; beyond the pure opaque frosting of the window’s glass, out into your backyard, buried beneath a thick layer of snow. soft and fluffy, covering the city, suguru’s long-frozen tulip garden, the bare branches of your apricot tree. every roof in sight. all of it dyed a pure white, glittering in the light of a morning sun yet to fully rise, tiny snowflakes descending down to earth. 

it’s beautiful. 

satoru loves winter. he always has, he thinks. it comes to him as a memory — blurred at the edges, gleaming even still, the first time he saw those snowflakes up close. someone held him in their arms, he recalls. a warmth long faded. 

all he can properly remember is that sight. one that knocked the breath from out his tiny lungs, all glitter and something almost other-worldly, something frightening in its majesty. like it broke through a rift in the stratosphere. 

the first snow of the year.

and he’s loved it ever since; the soft crunch of snow beneath his feet, an air heavy with the scent of cinnamon and candied apples, bouts of laughter to be heard from faraway apartments. red and green glimmers of artificial light, sweet frosting on the christmas cake he would always gobble up alone in his room. the cold wind, nipping at his bare fingers — a reminder of his capacity for ache.

there are lots of things to love. lots of memories to cherish. and every single year, he gets the chance to make more.

like this; the light in your eyes, the smile on your face, the excitement in how hurriedly you turn to meet his giddy gaze. a nostalgic kind of joy simmering in the space between you.

and before either of you know it, satoru’s pulling you towards the hallway, intent on dragging you outside to see it all up close. almost tripping over his agumon plush, lying unassumingly on the floor, kicked off the bed once again. 

(probably by satoru himself, though he’ll always insist it was suguru’s doing. overcome by his jealousy, unable to stand the sight of his cute husband cuddling up to a plushie instead of him. satoru understands, he does — he feels the same when he sees you hug that 3’0 cat plushie of yours.

and, sure, maybe once or twice he’s been lucid enough to register the subconscious kick of his leg and agumon’s subsequent fall to the floor — but he’ll still blame suguru in the morning. if only to see the way said man rolls his eyes, clicks his tongue, maybe flicks his forehead if he’s lucky.)

high on the spirit of christmas, spurred on by childlike elation and sleep-deprivation, you stumble towards the door. satoru pulls one of his jackets over your shoulders, delighting in the way your hands don’t fully reach through the sleeves. wrapping you up in a cozy scarf when suguru shouts at you both to dress warmly, barely awake and already tired of your antics.

and the moment you step through the door, satoru is engulfed by it. that mystical, mystical feeling. 

a little lonely, a little too satisfying to pass up. a cold breeze that nips at his fingertips, snowflakes that brush against his cheeks and stick to his white lashes. a warm hand in his, as you cling to his side, shuddering — but smiling, as you look up at the sky, putting a hand out just to feel the snowflakes melt against the skin of your palm.

he feels you let go of him, but doesn’t mention it. a little too mesmerized to tug you back. dipping his toes into the bittersweet nostalgia of it all, staring at the flurry of white all around you, the skeletal branches of your apricot tree. suguru’s poor tulips. humming a jolly tune, subconsciously. a little delighted.

— until something cold and wet hits the exposed skin of his neck.

satoru twitches, a chilling shudder trickling down his spine. the snowball just thrown at him begins to melt, droplets sticking to his nape, and he turns to you with a raise of his brow. a devilish grin on his lips, when he hears your muffled laughter, sees the crinkle of your eyes.

(you’re cute, he thinks. but you need to be humbled.)

”oh, so that’s how you wanna play?” he drawls, eyes gleaming with amusement. taking a step forward, reaching down to gather some snow in his palm. a wide grin on his glossy lips. ”fine by me.” 

he's fast, but you act quickly, running towards the apricot tree with laughter in your throat. feeling the pitter patter of your heartbeat resound in your ears, as the snowball misses its mark by just a hair — and you waste no time in making your own.

it’s a hard-fought duel. snowfall blocking your vision, nerves beginning to numb, red cheeks and runny noses as you chase each other with giddy breaths. unfortunately for you, satoru’s arms are unfairly long, fingers unfairly nimble, and his stamina never even seems to falter.

so before long, your energy begins to dwindle. chest heaving, hands too cold to form a proper snowball, while your husband seems like he hasn’t even broken a sweat. they just keep on coming, snowball after snowball colliding with the fabric of your jacket, and when one of them hits your collarbone you squeal — falling backwards, right into a fresh pile of snow.

satoru moves forward, a triumphant smirk on his handsome face. you’re out of breath, and your hands are red, and he’s fairly certain you’re gonna catch a cold. suguru’s going to scold him, but right now all he can think of is you. the frown you’re wearing, the little huff that slips from your lips.

”ready to admit defeat, sweetheart?” he practically purrs, standing above you with his hands on his hips. smug. and you grin right back.

”never.”

a hum. something glimmers in his eyes, a devious little glint, and you come to regret your decision when satoru gathers a heap of snow with his overgrown arms; only to drop it all on top of you. too tired to fight back, all you can do is shield your face, silently accepting your fate.

a shiver wracks through your body, and satoru almost feels bad. just a tiny bit. but then you finally relent, murmuring bitterly under your breath. ”fine, fine…” a soft pout forms on your lips. ”you win.”

and satoru smiles. crouching down to meet you at eye level, on his knees in front of you. there’s a teasing mirth in his eyes, when he reaches out to cup the fat of your cheek. ”that’s all i wanted to hear, sweet pea,” he drawls, trying not to giggle when you exaggeratedly roll your eyes.

his voice curls down an octave when he continues, leaning forward to brush his nose against yours. hot breath against your chilled skin. ”now, for my prize…”

his lips meet yours, sweet and chaste — a little cheeky. you scoff into the kiss, but satoru’s smile only grows. honeyed, a little bit adoring. his tongue flits out to lick at your cold bottom lip.

he lingers, for a bit. like he’s trying to savour the way you taste, faded strawberry chapstick sticking to his lips, smudged against your own. and you sigh, softly, melting a little, comforted by the fleeting warmth that blossoms on your face. 

when he's finally satisfied, having dragged his prize out to its completion, satoru helps you up. brushing snowflakes off your jacket, cradling your ice-cold hands in his. they’re not faring much better, but a worried tug of his heartstrings compels him to warm you up. bringing them to his lips, hot breath fanning over your skin, tender little kisses against the knots of your knuckles.

you can’t help but blush, and a raspy chuckle flows from out his lips. 

hazy morning sunshine licks at the branches of the apricot tree behind you, illuminating the contours of your face, the shine of his eyes. a blue smudge on a canvas painted white and gray. the air smells of pine cones and something smokey, crisp. it courses through his burning lungs when he inhales, exhales, a breath of vapour that scatters up into the sky.

satoru loves winter. always has. but now, he’s certain he loves it even more.

because now, he has two people to share it with. two people to drag out into the snow, two people whose hands he can tenderly warm up, two people who’ll laugh and sigh at his antics and still indulge him. two people to pelt with snowballs. 

what more could a man want?

”hey, idiots!” 

the voice that echoes throughout the air is exasperated, a little teasing. yet fond. suguru’s got his hair tied into a messy half done bun, black turtleneck sweater enunciating his broad chest and the curve of his waist. there’s a fatigue in his eyes, the creases of his face, but a lazy smile is playing at his lips.

”i’m making breakfast,” he shouts, voice deep and smokey and soft even still. ”come in and warm up before you catch a cold.”

”is that any way to speak to your husband and spouse?” satoru chimes back, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. something satisfied. pleased.

suguru shoots him an unimpressed look, but his eyes soften. melting a little, at the words that spill from satoru’s lips, as if they were always meant to be there. 

(husband. spouse. suguru wills himself not to smile.)

with matching grins on your faces, the two of you stumble back towards the door. snow crunching beneath your feet, a happy noise pushing past your lips when you collide with the warmth of your husband’s chest.

”look, suguru. isn’t it pretty?” you chirp, smiling brightly. an expression he mirrors — brushing some snow from the top of your head, warm palms caressing your cold skin, setting a mental reminder to scold satoru later. sparing a brief glance at the snowy veil over reality.

then he exhales. a fond hum. ”it is.”

satoru joins you both by the door, stretching out his lanky limbs. tousled hair, wet strands sticking to his skin, reddened cheeks and a signature pout. ”suguru, my hands are cold,” he whines. ”warm ’em up for me?”

a click of his tongue. ”should’ve put some gloves on, satoru.”

a hum buzzes in your throat, and you put your hands out. itchy, a little dry. a sad frown tugs at your lips when you speak. ”my hands are also cold.”

and, like clockwork, suguru’s eyes soften. a coo tiptoeing on his tongue, engulfing your hands in his larger ones. ”aw, c’mere, my love…” his breath fans over your frozen fingertips. ”let’s get you warmed up, hm?”

satoru gasps, a hand on his chest, and you stifle a giggle. he’s acting, you both know, being a little drama queen. he knows you’re just exaggerating suguru’s double standard as a bit, that your husband would probably set himself on fire to warm either of you up.

despite that, his voice comes out thoroughly offended. ”oh, i see how it is,” he huffs, walking past the both of you. pouting deeply. ”you hate me. you hate me, and you want me to die. i understand.”

”satoru,” you coo. he hmphs, but stills, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him. and you do — a little too eager to appease your giant baby of a husband.

”we’re just joking around,” you assure him, holding back a humorous chuckle. squeezing his waist with palpable fondness. ”love you sooo much. you know that.”

satoru stays silent. but he cranes his neck, to meet suguru’s gaze, standing just behind him. narrowing his cobalt eyes — a meaningful look.

suguru sighs.

”yes, yes. we love you oh so much.” he takes a step forward, ruffling the white head of hair by the door. a lazy smile on his lips. ”now behave and go change out of your pyjamas. they’re soaked.”

his voice is teasing. exasperated, more than a little condescending. but it’s suguru, so satoru accepts it — following you both into the warmth of your home. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla hangs heavy in the air, a hint of espresso and firewood, lulling him into a sweet state of tranquility. rich with comfort, safety.

he changes out of his wet clothes, pulling a black hoodie over his head before waltzing into the kitchen. and you do the same, emerging from your bedroom in one of suguru’s cozy sweaters, knitted and smelling of bergamot. 

when suguru notices, his gaze shifts into something fond. palpable. a look satoru always finds in the scope of those warm eyes, amber and cedar bleeding into something sweet, only ever directed at the two of you. a look said man assumes goes unnoticed. he’s not as slick as he thinks.

the kitchen simmers with hazy sunlight and gentle movements, something sleepy and kind. satoru is a little bit enamored with it; from bowls of cat food by the corner, to camellias by the windowsill, cookie jars and dried lemon slices, the fading scent of baked goods and wishlists stuck to the fridge.

(yours and satoru’s are filled with scribbles, new ideas popping up daily, while suguru’s is almost entirely blank; mostly necessities, one or two things he’d like for himself.

and then, of course, the same thing he writes at the top of his wishlist every year; some peace and quiet.)

suguru shuffles around the kitchen, long strands of black hair cascading down his back, swaying with his movements. he sends you both an affectionate glance when you step in, already in the process of making satoru his cup of hot chocolate — topped with marshmallows and whipped cream, colorful sprinkles in the shape of tiny stars, a touch of cinnamon. satoru licks his lips.

when it's finished, the cup is promptly handed to him, paired with a tender kiss to his forehead. and suguru starts the meticulous brewing of your coffee, steady hands, finely chosen coffee beans, the low purring of the espresso machine. soothing.

that’s when you attach yourself to his back. wrapping your arms around his waist, a sleepy yawn muffled into the fabric of his turtleneck. he places a big palm on your hand, thumb smoothing over your knuckle, and you nuzzle into him silently. suguru smiles.

”still sleepy, baby?” he questions, a coo on the tip of his tongue. his voice is soft, palpably so, buzzing with warmth and safety and something that makes you want to stay cuddled up to him forever.

satoru senses an opportunity to insert himself into the conversation, and forces out a yawn of his own. stretching his limbs like a big cat, blinking drowsily, eyelashes fluttering. hoping it’ll come off as endearing. ”mhm.” 

but suguru shoots him an unimpressed look. ”not you,” he tuts, patting your arm, ”this baby. i wasn’t asking you.”

a pout. ”why are you so mean to me?” he whines, shooting you a doe-eyed look. bottom lip jutting out slightly, a feigned glassiness to his eyes. ”sweetie, tell your husband to stop being so mean to me.”

you smile. indulgent, as always. ”don't be so mean to him, suguru. you know he’s sensitive.”

a sigh. deep, tinged with exhaustion. satoru shares an amused look with you — stifling a shared chuckle at suguru’s exasperation.

and suddenly, he feels something warm flutter in his ribcage. a sunkissed butterfly, wings brushing against his ribs, coaxing his lips into curling up. unmistakable fondness, almost too much to bear. the need to reach out and touch you creeps up on him, a hunger he can’t deny, but he holds back; you look comfy like that, curled up against suguru’s spine. so he only inches closer, without a word. 

his husband casts him a glance, but satoru stays silent. lips pursed, waiting for something. patient.

and suguru relents. he reaches a hand out, to tuck a stray strand of white hair behind his ear — an excuse to touch him. a silent apology. 

(i'm sorry, you big baby.)

satoru grins.

you shift from foot to foot, leaning over to see what suguru is doing, pressing buttons and taking two ceramic cups out from a wall cabinet. your eyes zero in on a particular shelf, narrowing in suspicion, before flitting over to meet your husband’s gaze.

”satoru, did you use up all my peppermint sweeteners again?”

he stiffens. just a tad, before swallowing a gulp — followed by a silly chuckle, sheepish and performative, eager to wiggle his way out of your cold gaze. ”… which sweeteners do you mean, honey?”

”don’t pull the ’honey’ card.”

”and don’t play dumb, either.”

a pout crosses his lips. betrayed. ”suguru, who’s side are you even on?”

said man gives him a look. that one look, characteristically suguru, the same one he always sends satoru’s way. one so thoroughly unimpressed it makes him feel like the world’s biggest clown. 

and satoru plays along. your dutiful, beloved clown, his posture wilting like a sad flower. suguru exhales through his nose.

”don’t steal their sweeteners.” he smooths a thumb over your knuckle, absentminded, meeting the cold metal of the ring on your finger. smiling a little at the sensation. ”buy your own.”

satoru huffs, drawn out and childish. crossing his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter. ”ah, i see how it is. leaving your sweet husband to buy his own sweeteners?” he clicks his tongue. ”chivalry is dead.”

you bite back a little chuckle — satoru recognizes the cute noise you make when you do — and suguru rolls his eyes. fondly, always. ”remind me next time i go to the store and i’ll consider it.”

”hmph.”

suguru is smiling. it’s small, but genuine, worth a thousand words. and you are, too, the vague crinkle of your eyes giving you away. even as you bury your face in the curve of suguru’s back.

and ah, satoru thinks. there it is again. 

that sickeningly sweet sense of deja vu; the sensation of a certain something flourishing deep inside his chest. warming him up, trickling through his frost-bitten veins. that one little itch he never manages to satisfy, that never goes away, something that took root inside his heart years ago — watered by the sweet looks on your faces.

this everyday slice of heaven, right in front of him, that he’s been greedily partaking in ever since he moved in with you. since he married you.

(married.)

sometimes he still can’t believe it. 

”it’ll be done in a minute,” suguru hums, and satoru blinks. broken out of his syrupy stupor. ”you two go wait by the kotatsu, okay? must be cold, poor babies.” 

and, as always, his voice is a little teasing. a tiny bit condescending, if you really strain your ears, in typical suguru fashion. but it’s laced with a touch of sweetness; one that would be too much for either of you to stomach, if it were to drip out of his lips with nothing to water it down. so satoru accepts it. welcomes it, even.

and you follow his suggestion. making your way towards the living room, satoru trailing behind you, continuously enamored by every little thing he sees. every little piece of the home you’ve built for yourselves.

your living room is cozy. several potted plants seated here and there, a thick quilt to cover the kotatsu, a bowl of satsumas on top of it. a sleepy cat on your couch, golden sunshine ruffling her fur. a santa hat lies beside her, and satoru snags it without much thought. pulling it over his head.

his gaze shifts to the christmas tree over in the corner, eyes filling with a childlike kind of wonder. it’s decorated to completion, weighed down by colourful ornaments and lights, a star at the very top. suguru cut it himself, bringing the biggest and prettiest one he could find back home.

(satoru had gone with him. partially to help carry it back, mostly to get a glimpse of suguru's biceps flexing with the swing of the axe. he’s a simple man.)

and beneath it, presents are already beginning to pile up. carefully wrapped, in bows and silken paper, growing more each day. shattering suguru’s hopes of maybe having a more lowkey christmas this year — but satoru couldn’t be more relieved. this is the only time of year you let him get away with pampering you both to his heart’s content.

a smile blooms on his lips. he plops down on the floor, crossing his legs, right as suguru walks in with a coffee pot in hand. their gazes overlapping.

and something mischievous begins to brew within the blue of his eyes, something that makes suguru narrow his own. satoru pats his thigh, twice, a coo on the tip of his tongue. santa hat sitting pointedly on top of his head, fluffing up his hair.

”c’mere, suguru! sit on santa’s lap.”

”— you’re disgusting.”

the words are playful, but a pout still slips into the curve of satoru’s lips, and he huffs out a displeased little breath. his husband pretends not to hear it, so satoru turns to you — sitting so prettily to his right, already anticipating his next move. puppy dog eyes on full display, he gives you a soft tilt of his head, snowy tufts of hair falling over his eyes.

and you sigh, in what he knows is resignation. his faux pout turning into a satisfied grin.

you curl up in satoru’s lap without much of a fuss, letting him circle his arms around you. an indulgent smile rests on your lips, but he knows you love this; his broad chest against your back, the heat of the kotatsu warming your feet. breathing in the fading scent of your shampoo, he leaves a peck on the sensitive spot right behind your ear, and you try not to shudder.

then satoru smiles. squeezing you, lightly, sweetly, eyes rich with honeyed affection. voice dripping with playful endearment. ”there we go,” he coos. ”what does my angel want for christmas, hm?” 

”i want you to stop stealing my peppermint sweeteners,” comes your answer. instantaneous.

silence fills the room. a moment passes. outside your frosted windows, a bird takes flight from the branches of your apricot tree. and satoru clicks his tongue.

”… santa can only do so much, baby.”

two deep scoffs fill the air, heavy and bemused. one from you, one from suguru. satoru only giggles.

”just kidding!” he chirps, planting a kiss on the top of your head. ”don’t you worry. santa’ll give you all the peppermint sweeteners you could ever want.” 

you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. craning your head to meet his gaze. ”and he won’t end up using them all himself?”

”of course not! blasphemy.” 

a moment passes.

”… maybe one or two. as a treat.”

a string of protests slips from your lips, and satoru tries not to burst into a fit of giggles. suguru just watches, silently, smiling lightly as he pours hot coffee into two ceramic cups. steam wafting up to the ceiling, a cat jumping down from the couch to curl up in his lap. he places one in front of you, not taking a single sip of his own until he hears you hum blissfully at the taste — pink lips against white ceramic. a bitter taste on his tongue, sweetened by your approval.

then he starts peeling three satsumas, absentmindedly, and satoru swallows down the love-ridden honey choking up the back of his throat. pretending the domesticity of such a simple action doesn’t melt his heart down to the marrow. 

he turns his attention towards the window. frost sticking to the glass like spider-woven webs, soon to be melted by the glow of the mellow winter sunrays. flitting in through the curtains, cascading over the room, splattering across the floorboards. framing the hue of your hair, the smile on suguru’s lips.

and a memory comes to him. sudden, hazy, faded at the edges. ghosting his subconscious.

he remembers the frost, the biting wind, the frightening majesty of the snow that fell that day. breaking into his world through a rift in the stratosphere. he remembers the contrasting warmth of the person who held him, who cradled him close; the soft lull of a woman’s voice. 

for a moment, satoru thinks he can almost, almost see it before him. hear those gentle words, see her tired smile. why was she always so tired?

(look, satoru. isn’t it pretty?)

— he can’t recall how it sounded. if it was melodic and soft, or raspy and broken, happy or sad. but he does recall that it made him feel safe. safe enough to find comfort in a sight so other-worldly, so very foreign.

it should’ve been frightening, but it wasn’t. the first snowfall satoru ever saw knocked the breath from out his lungs, stole his heart with cold hands, left him with a suffocating nostalgia. but the memory is precious.

and now, he feels that sense of other-worldliness in this; a kotatsu for three, a warm house, peeled satsumas and promises of a christmas cake soon to be baked. one lovely spouse in his lap, the other gazing at him with that fond look he always assumes goes unnoticed. a cocoon of safety — a ghost he doesn’t need to chase anymore.

warmth. enough warmth to make up for the snow and frost outside your home, all the experiences he missed out on as a child. warmth, warmth, warmth. funny, how that happens to be satoru’s favorite thing about winter. 

he looks at the two of you, hoping you won’t pay any mind to his silence. for once, he hopes you’ll stay wrapped up in your awful, awful coffee, so bitter that just looking at it makes his throat feel dry. just so he can get away with admiring you for a little longer. from the contours of suguru’s face, to the skin of your collarbone, to the rings on your fingers. ones he put there himself. 

and ah, satoru thinks, there it is again. again and again, as always, forever. that warm, warm feeling flourishing in the depths of his chest. 

he hopes it never goes away.

[lunarpeonie]

life with poly!geto and gojo pt.2

poly!geto and gojo both use your shampoo but neither will admit it. satoru loves the sugary strawberry scent that reminds him of early mornings with his nose buried in your hair. suguru likes the thought of bringing along small bits of you with him, catching a trace of the fruity shampoo on his hair as his bangs sway over his face. they always buy you more.

poly!geto and gojo spend lazy saturdays with you in your shared apartment. suguru who loves to read with you, analyzing the latest twist while satoru dozes with your fingers threaded in his hair. satoru would rather watch another d-grade horror movie on the 75 inch tv he insisted on having, passing microwave popcorn between the three of you.

poly!geto and gojo who relish in small moments with you. trips to the convenience store late at night to grab candies, snowball cakes, and cup ramen.(both you and suguru cringe when you see satoru’s teeth pierce the layer of coconut on the outside of the cake. your love of sweets draws a line at those pink monstrosities)

when you get home, you and satoru kick your shoes off as soon as you step in the door. suguru comes in behind you to put them in the rack.

poly!geto and gojo that love to watch you do your hair. they act as your personal assistants, passing the comb, hair ties, and gel when you ask for it. suguru lets you experiment hairstyles on him before you try to do them on yourself. he jokes that he’s your mannequin but always sits with a smile.

suguru sits on the fluffy white comforter of your bed, hair pulled back into two space buns, while you and satoru stare back at him.

“satoru what do you think, do we clip his bangs with the green clips or the blue clips?” your finger tapped your lips as you contemplated this very important decision.

“hmm…blue clips for sure.” satoru nodded, satisfied with his choice.

“ah yeah, they match your eyes.” 

a soft laugh leaves suguru’s lips as you both split his bangs down the middle to pin them to each side of his head, peering at you with adoration in his smile.

i need some happiness in the form of them right now

[haeryna]

in my dreams you love me back (i still love you) ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

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summary: soft moments with shoko keep your heart soft as well, but suguru finds something that he wasn't supposed to.

tw: sfw but vague mentions of losing your virginity. your mother MEDDLES but let's be real, we'd do the same. allusions to the bible for the aesthetic but also because i like the imagery of the themes. not proofread.

notes: title taken from red velvet's "in my dreams." the second half of "i would give up heaven if i had to." another short chapter because i split it in two originally! banner from @/cafekitsune

"You look like shit."

You can't stop the huff that escapes your mouth as Shoko peers at you from your phone, propped up against your rice cooker. She's somewhere in the United States right now, attending a medical conference. She isn't wrong; your ten minute break in the bathroom had turned into a full-blown half hour breakdown. Thankfully, none of your coworkers pointed out the redness of your eyes and the sallow tint to your skin. Your manager had practically forced you to go home early. They all assumed that you had broken down about how the Gojo Satoru had demanded you be the one to make his drink. At this point, you were too tired to correct them.

"I just got back from the cafe, leave me alone." Yawning, you reach for a bowl. "I'm starving and exhausted, and now you're going to yell at me, Sho?"

You can hear the heavy exhale, and the camera blurs as she lets out a cloud of cigarette smoke. "I never said that. Did you see them today?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Nobody else can make you cry that hard, and I know it wasn't me."

You hesitate for a moment. "Mom thinks I should hear them out."

"Personally, I would tell them I'll speak to them after a down payment of 5k."

"Shoko!"

But your laughter fills the air, and you can catch Shoko's self-satisfied smirk from the other end. "There she is." A soft haze fills your screen as her voice softens. "Do I need to fly back and tell the two of them to fuck off?"

"I can tell them to leave myself," you protest, but Shoko gives you a deadpan stare. "Okay, well, maybe it'll be hard."

As the silence falls, warm and comfortable, you bustle around the kitchen, spooning rice into your bowl of leftovers. The air is warm, and despite your exhaustion, you can't help but appreciate the dreaminess of the evening. Shoko watches you, dark eyes unreadable. "What?" you finally ask, curiosity lacing your voice.

"Just be careful," she sighs. "Satoru and Suguru will probably do some crazy shit to get you to notice them. I just don't want those idiots to scare you."

"They don't care enough to do that," is your sardonic reply, and this time, it's her turn to laugh.

"If you really think that, then you're blinder than I thought."

He is breaking me down on every side, and now it's too late for me; he has uprooted my hopes like a tree.

When the number of your old landline rings on Suguru's cellphone, he almost blocks it out of habit before he registers the last four digits. Panicking, he immediately accepts the call.

"Hey, is everything okay? I-"

Your mother's voice chirps back at him, a bit staticky from the old phone that he knows she'd insisted on keeping installed in the kitchen. "Suguru, dear, could you do me a favor?"

Ingrained instinct forces a "yes ma'am," from his mouth before he can even process the request. He can practically hear the smile in your mother's voice. "It won't take too long, don't worry. My back has been aching an awful amount after my last surgery, but I've been meaning to wear some of my old church clothes to Bingo Night. Would you mind grabbing it for me?"

The attic is cluttered and old, and the dust stings his eyes, but Suguru can't bring himself to complain as he begins to rummage through boxes. It feels like seeing you again, like being your Suguru again, as he unearths old photo albums, and stuffed toys. There was the rabbit you used to carry around all the time. A picture frame, of you, Shoko, Satoru, and Suguru one summer afternoon. Carefully, he wipes away the dust, smiling at the memory. You'd lost your front tooth that summer; now, it was forever memorialized.

Finally, he reaches a small collection of boxes in the back. The dress lays draped over a small stack of boxes, but as he grabs it, one topples over, spilling its contents all over the floor.

Suddenly, selfishly, Suguru is grateful that Satoru stayed behind back in their hotel room, because inside the cardboard box is envelopes. At least thousands of them, crammed into each possible corner, dates written on the front in the same handwriting you've had since high school. He tears open another box, only to find the same. Three whole boxes of letters. Selfish hope and heavier dread sinks into his skin like the dust that is slowly falling to the floor; Suguru has unearthed something that he knows he's not supposed to see.

Was this how Adam felt, holding the forbidden fruit in his hand? Which was stronger; the will of God, or the love of man?

"You will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the woman. “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.

He's almost frantic as he searches for the first letter, scattering them around himself until he finds it; labelled a week after Suguru had taken Satoru with him to pursue what they had believed to be an impossible dream. Suguru hesitates only for a moment, until with one decisive swipe, he rips the flap from the waxy paper beneath. This one is addressed to him.

Suguru,

My parents put me in therapy. Remember how we always used to joke that if anyone needed it, it would be you? Why did you leave me? What did I do wrong? It hurts, Sugu, why, why, why My therapist thinks that keeping letters will help, and my parents want me to at least give it a try. Mom won't say anything, but I know she's concerned. Dad's already torn into Toru's parents, so the whole town is fully aware of what they've done. Shoko says that they're practically livid with shame, skulking around the town as that'll fix their reputation. You missed it; there was one night when the fireflies came back, and I swear they filled the entire sky. It was beautiful. It reminded me of the first time we met, do you remember that?

I wish you'd been here to see it. I'm sorry, Suguru. I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough to take along. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you I love you. I hope you're safe. I hope you're taking care of Toru for me.

I love you so much that it's hard to be mad.

Water drips down onto the ink of where you'd signed your name, and with a start, Suguru realizes he's crying. Gently folding the letter, he sets it aside, and reaches for the next one.

Mom and Dad have what Grandma had. I'm scared, Toru. I wish you were here. You'd always say something silly that would make me forget for even a moment.

Another.

I saw you on the television today, Toru. You're so beautiful it hurts.

Another.

I've given up on properly going to college. They're so sick that I'm terrified to leave them alone.

More. More. More.

I try my best not to listen, but the radio in the coffee shop plays the songs you make, Sugu. I hate it, but it's selfish of me. The girl you sing about, does Toru get along with her? Does she make you happy?

He can't stop himself from reading any more than he can stop the tears pouring down his face. They'd missed so much of your life, and yet you'd dutifully written letter after letter, as if you'd planned on them seeing it. Like you hoped they would come back some day. The next letter was only written two years ago, but it turns Suguru's blood to ice.

I saw the scandal on one of the gossip magazines while I was out shopping for groceries, Toru. The Chanel model? Really? I was kind of hoping for the Gucci one, she seems so nice to her assistant.

I say this like you're a celebrity. A celebrity that I can just laugh at, and say "must be nice, having supermodels fall into your lap!" You were mine, once, long before you were hers. I love loved you.

I did something stupid, last night. Remember Kenji, from high school? The one you always hated? I can't even explain it, how furious I was, when I saw you with that model. You looked so happy, like it didn't matter that all your joy and abundance didn't come at my expense.

I ended up sleeping with him for the first time, with anyone for the first time really. I'm not going to write more; it's embarrassing, and it wasn't even good, but I think I'm more upset with myself. It doesn't matter.

It's not like you'll ever find out. Even if you do, it's not like you'll care.

It's not like my love mattered to you to begin with.

Suguru's chest feels as though someone has washed his heart in acid. On paper, the person you were after they left was more jaded. Less optimistic. You no longer spoke of things you wished they were able to experience with you, but rather all the things they'd left behind. You thought they didn't care, and as he forces his useless lungs to take another breath, he knows that he can't leave this town until he convinces you to come with him. As he stumbles down from the attic, dress in hand, your mother gives him a knowing stare.

"Did you find the dress I asked you to grab?"

"Yes ma'am," Suguru says numbly. It's all he says. It's all he can say. Your mother sighs, patting the chair next to her. "Why don't you call Satoru over, hm? Try some of the tea I bought. I remember your mother saying you only drink black. You really should call her more."

Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?

"I'm home!" you call out, slipping your shoes off with one hand as you balance the full bag of groceries in the other. "Did you take your medi-"

The carrots drop to the floor as you take in the sight of Gojo and Geto sitting at your kitchen table with your mother of all people. "What the fuck?"

Geto's eyes are rimmed red, like he'd been crying, while Satoru stares at you with a hint of anguish. "What the fuck," you repeat again, dumbfounded. "Why are you in my house right now?"

Geto opens his mouth to speak, but your mother waves it away. "You know how bad my back's been lately, I really wanted to wear that old emerald dress your father got me, do you remember?"

Stunned, you can only nod.

"And, I didn't want to have you come all the way back from the city just to grab a dress for me, so I called over Suguru and Satoru to help me out," your mother finishes. You can't stop the panic from leaking into your voice.

"Where was the dress?"

From the look on their faces, you know that Geto and Gojo have found it. All the letters you were too weak to send, too weak to throw away. How much did they read?

"The attic, dear," is your mother's quiet response, and when you turn her attention to her, you can see the quiet love and encouragement in her eyes.

What's more important? The love for all the things they did do, or all the things they didn't?

White noises rushes into your head, and you can barely process your mother's departure. Something about Bingo Night? The door clicks shut and you're left with silence so profound that your body almost instinctively crumples in on itself. Suguru can't look you in the eyes, absentmindedly tracing the rim of the delicate porcelain teacup that looks comically small next to his calloused hands. Satoru merely watches, but you can see the tension in his neck, in the way his fingers flex around empty air.

So, you do the only thing you can do. You run.

Turning, you all but sprint up the stairs. You lied. You couldn't do this, couldn't face them, see them, hear them-

Toned arms reach around from behind, pulling you decisively to a well-defined chest. The air is forced out of your lungs as you yelp, squirming out of the hold, only to freeze as Satoru places his cheek on your head, nuzzling into your hair.

"I missed you."

Tears spring to your eyes but Satoru keeps going. "You were the only thing that kept us going. Our apartment was so shitty, we had to put cardboard on the floor just to keep warm. I thought of you all the time. I thought of which stage outfit you'd like better, how you would get along so well with the other members of the group. We didn't forget you. We love you too much for that."

"Stop," you choke out, as your legs crumple under you. Satoru catches you, tugging you further into him, as tears trickle down your face. A blurred shape; Suguru, kneeling in front of you, gently taking your hands in his.

"One chance, princess," he breathes. "Give us one chance to explain ourselves. After that, we'll do whatever you want, give you whatever you want. We've only ever been yours."

[whalesforhands]

desperation looks good on you (bully!geto x fem!reader x bully!gojo)

warnings: 18+, SMUT, dubious consent, penetration, minors DNI, i hate myself for writing this, everyone is 18+ in this

On your knees, you could barely breathe as you choked on the length in your mouth.

”That’s it- That’s it… Good girl- Ugh, fuck…” Gojo Satoru groaned as he snapped his hips forward, a hand tightening its grip on your hair and lodging his phallus deeper within the warmth of your throat.

Your hands were tightened around his thick, muscly thighs as you felt more tears beginning to fall from your eyes, mouth sore and spit dribbling from your forced open lips from the sheer girth.

Gojo had always been one to pick on you. You, the quiet, non-assuming classmate of his that kept to yourself. Sweet, pleasant and easy to get along with underneath your shy exterior. You don’t understand how you ended up with the white-haired male tripping you in the hallways, causing you to spill the various books all over the floor, him laughing at your plight. Or how he would take perverse up-skirts of your panties as you walked up the stairs, making less than appropriate comments about your choice of underwear…

“God, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted those cute lips of yours wrapped around my cock.” He angles his hips to pull out of your mouth slightly, until only just the tip was inbetween your sweet lips. 

You take the chance to breathe in through your nose, gulping in air as you cough on the precum produced from his bulbous head. 

“Aww, look at you. Such an adorable mess already.” You pant slightly, meeting his admittedly, beautiful crystal blue eyes with such fear, submission and sheer cuteness. He almost feels bad when he shoves his cock back inside your throat. 

Almost.

You looked much better choking on it anyway. 

- -

He pats your head softly, lovingly as he cooed at you. His cum dribbling from your lips as he tucked his length away, satisfied and happy from making use of your warm mouth after 2 continuous rounds.

 A slight chuckle leaves his mouth before he glances down at the mess you made on your panties between your flipped up skirt. He lets out an appreciative whistle at the sight before he drags you up by your hair, hand moving to grope one of your exposed breasts and the other reaching to feel the wetness between your legs.

”Cute.” He rubs at the moist fabric, swiftly moving the thin barrier to the side and plunging a long finger into you. “Can’t believe you got this wet from sucking some cock.” He cooed, watching you squirm as he added another finger, allowing you to cling onto his uniform as you fought to hold back your moans. “You sure you still a virgin?” He laughed, curling his fingers right into that spot within you as you let out a squeal, how did he always manage to find that spot so quickly? 

“Of course you are. I’d never allow anyone to touch my cute toy.” Gojo cackled, his fingers speeding up, in and out, in and out, curled directly and perfectly at your most sensitive, his thumb rubbing at your clit.

Oh god oh god oh god…!

”C-cummin’…!” You buried your head into his chest, gripping onto his shirt for dear life, so hard that your hands felt like they were going to rip his uniform. 

“That’s right, that’s right… Cum all over my fingers, slut.” He coos as your release coated his fingers, spraying all over the hemline of his shirt, sunglasses tipped downwards as he looked down to see you adorably clinging onto him in pure ecstacy. God, you looked so cute. 

He pulled his digits out, giggling as he watched you whine from your oversensitivity. He was sure he made you cum so hard you were seeing stars right now, from the stagger you had when he parted from you, to the dazed look in your eyes.

”Clean them up real good okay?” He stuffs his sticky fingers into your mouth, watching as you closed your eyes, suckling and licking obediently. He chuckles, watching you through those beautiful eyes of his.

“Whore.”

Yeah, he definitely needs to do this more often.

- -

You always thought Geto Suguru would be different. He was always so kind, so sweet to you.

The only who to stand up against Gojo for you.

Helping you up after you’ve been tripped, sharing his textbooks with you when they’ve been stolen, stopping Gojo when he attempts to corner you.

Geto Suguru was your saviour. The shining ray of hope from the darkness that shrouded you.

It didn’t help that he was so handsome, sturdy shoulders and toned arms brushing against you whenever you scooted yourself closer to his to better view the textbook you were sharing.

Perhaps your crush on him was your downfall. The sweet innocent feelings of wanting to be near him, wanting to be the one by his side.

The one who was desperate to learn all about him. Him, who was so different from the tormenting Gojo Satoru. He, Geto Suguru, who loved to be around you as you are.

That’s why he saved you, right? Right?

Perhaps that’s why you trusted him so easily, eagerly agreeing to meet him at his home after school to better learn that recipe to the sweet tamagoyaki he had fed to you from his lunchbox.

Perhaps that was why you were pinned against his couch, allowed his head to slot inbetween your spread legs as he teased and licked over your panty-clad core. On his knees, hands gripping the underside of your thighs as he sucked at the wet spots of the fabric.

“You’re so cute, it’s hard to resist you, you know?”

His tongue was now toying with your clit, your panties long ripped off and laid uselessly in his pocket. His long fingers deep within your core, as they thrusted themselves mercilessly in and out of you.

Was this really what you hoped for when you came here?

“It’s okay because you like me, right?” You heard him whisper into your ear, his fingers intimately threaded through your own like some sort of sick joke.

You do like him. Your eyes met his own dark ones, a reminder of a crystalline blue flashed through your mind’s eye.

He wasn’t so different, after all.

You felt the thick, blunt head of his girthy cock notch itself at the entrance of your cunt. His strong hands held your legs open, exposing you in your nakedness to his hungry eyes.

He dreamt of this. Dreamt of you. He wanted you. He wanted you to want him too.

That’s why you were letting him take your precious cherry, right? You liked him. Liked him so much. You do, right?

“G-Geto…”

“Suguru.” He breathes out, hands still holding yours. “Call me Suguru, sweetheart.”

You gulped, your kiss-bitten lips trembling as tears began to fill your eyes. “Suguru, t-that won’t fit.” You cried out, trying to buck your hips away from the imposing cockhead that sat at your entrance.

You can’t possibly take that. He kisses your tears away.

“Don’t worry darling.” He begins to slide it against your drenched folds. “I’ll make it fit. Just keep being such a sweet girl for me.”

His balls bounced against your ass as he thrusted, his hands pinning your own to the bed as you cried and moaned and whined his name.

“Mmngh! No, no! Ah, Suguru!” You cried, your hips bucking themselves up to sustain the mind-numbing pleasure you were experiencing.

How did he feel so good inside you?

Suguru grabs your hips and begins vigorously thrusting into you, his powerful thrusts sending waves of pleasure through your cunt.

Though, as a thrust swings his heavy balls against you, you had come to the chilling realisation that without a condom, he will soon be flooding your womb.

“Noooo!” Thrust. “I- I don’t wanna-!” Thrust. “Pregnant!” Thrust. He mercilessly hammered his cock down deep inside your pussy, kissing the spots inside you as you squirmed and screamed. Begged him to not come inside.

He’s not having it.

“Sorry, pretty girl.” He gives you a kiss to quiet your moans. A consolation for what he was about to do. “You’re too gorgeous not to.”

Your fingers grip tight at his hands as you let out a scream, orgasming and arching your back as every muscle begins to tingle with pleasure, squeezing his cock with passionate convulsions as your cues echo around the room, the sensations too much.

How many times have you come undone for him already?

Suguru groans, thrusting balls deep inside you. His shaft filled you completely as a warm, sticky wetness was released inside you. The hot sperm pulsating inside as you fought to catch your breath.

- -

“Repeat what I just said.”

Gojo’s hands tightened around your hips as your hands found purchase on the wall for support. Your trembling feet not touching the ground, trembling mid-air as Gojo Satoru’s cum leaked out of your abused cunt, staining your ripped stockings and discarded skirt on the ground.

Your asshole tightened around his imposing cock, your befuddled mind struggling to obey.

“B-bad s-slaves get their cunts used like c-common whores…” A warning smack against your ass as you jolted from the pressure. “And g-get fucked up the ass!” You whined out, feeling him roll his hips.

Gojo Satoru was angry. Angry that Geto Suguru got to your heart first, making him lose the bet. Why did you not fall for him first? He was the Gojo Satoru.

What did Suguru have that he did not?

Why did you love Suguru first?

Why not him?

His pounding grew unsteady, his hips slapping against your ass as you moaned and moaned and moaned.

He grips your hair, pulling you backwards, enough to pull your face back and kiss you as his hips eventually stilled, buried all the way inside your ass as he started to cum, filling up your second hole with his essence.

Your body continued to shake as you were turned around abruptly, your back against the wall before you felt Gojo’s lips pressed against yours once again.

“Please,” You heard him whisper through your pleasure drunk haze. It was scratchy, his voice soft and almost desperate.

“Can’t you love me too?”

i have no asks or requests u are all making me really sad :(

[meowzfordayz]

look me in the eyes; tell me you love him

Author’s Note: this is FILTHY. 😳 I’m in love. 😌 Ending is purposely ambiguous, but def not bad/sad.

look me in the eyes; tell me you love him

Geto Suguru x Reader x Gojo Satoru

Word Count: ~3,400

CW: 18+NSFW, anal, cheating, cream!pie, c!m eating, degrading language, double!p, explicit language, Fem!Reader, spit, squirting, threesome

Kinktober 2023

~faqs~

“Y’know, you could’ve waited five minutes, just in case I forgot something.”

Fuck.

—

It’s hard to respond to Suguru’s deadpan remark when Satoru refuses to relinquish your mouth, candy sweet tongue swiping greedily along your bottom lip, pointedly ignoring his best friend posted up in the living room doorway. Your ass sits perched on the couch’s armrest, shocked and anxious eyes meeting your boyfriend’s frosty stare, breasts bare while your delicate skirt flares out innocent and pretty, legs spread to make room for Satoru’s ministrations. His large, slender hand remains occupied between your thighs, nimble thumb keeping your panties aside while his index and middle fingers pet teasingly at your soft, warm folds.

“Don’t grip her so tightly,” Suguru mutters darkly, stalking toward Satoru’s other hand as he kneads roughly at the plush of your hip, “She’ll bruise.”

“Oh I know,” Satoru replies, nonchalant and smug, promptly reaching up for your cheeks, squishing your face with a grin, “Now listen.”

Against his better judgment, Suguru halts his advance, stomach twisting at the dazedness in your eyes, your gaze dropping as Satoru slips his fingers into your heat, undeniable squelch of slick and desire blurring Suguru’s vision while Satoru curls his fingers so precisely and familiarly, your body jolting at the pressure.

“What a slut,” Suguru snarls, rooted in place as your head falls backward, a strangled moan building in your chest, Satoru’s fingers moving faster and faster with more and more dexterity, the sound of your essence coating his fingers becoming louder and messier, staining your skirt as he approaches the crest of your orgasm with practiced ease, “This isn’t the first time my best friend has had his fingers knuckle deep in your cunt, is it? The way your breath catches, the way your knees jerk… how long have you been fucking?”

“Suguru,” you finally whimper, pushing limply at Satoru’s wrist, “I’m so sorry.”

A displeased growl draws your attention, Satoru frowning disappointedly even as he continues chasing your orgasm, fingers jabbing sharper, your pathetic mewls spurring him on.

“Damn right you’re sorry,” Satoru hisses, “Why the hell are you saying the name of the guy who isn’t about to make your stupid cunt cum?”

“That guy,” Suguru interjects bitterly, “Is your best friend. How about you quit blocking my view, and at least let me watch my bitch cheating on me.”

Laughing amusedly, Satoru acquiesces, unceremoniously flipping your skirt up to reveal your glistening pussy, shifting himself just enough for Suguru to see how eagerly your hole flutters around his fingers, “Your bitch? At this point, I’d say she’s our bitch. I’ve been fucking her whenever you’re gone for months.”

“Let me guess,” Suguru snorts, no longer frozen, striding closer till he can feel the air vibrating with Satoru’s domineering bite, “Something about asking for forgiveness rather than permission? Bet that was your thoughtless process.”

“Sure was,” Satoru singsongs, grabbing your face once more as you begin shaking, “That’s right bitch, fucking squirt all over your boyfriend’s nice pants. Show him how you like to cheat on him, show him what his best friend is capable of.”

Suguru’s mouth curdles with disgust and begrudging interest as you climax, your legs quivering too familiarly while Satoru slaps wetly at your cunt. Your poofy skirt paints a scene of naivety around your waist even as a visible puddle collects on the sun faded floor beneath you, the couch’s armrest suffering the same fate as your cum dribbles between your asscheeks.

“Well, you are capable,” Suguru sighs, nose crinkling when Satoru casually flicks the remnants of your orgasm onto his pants, a nasty smile accompanying the scent of your sex while you lean limply into Satoru’s side.

With a low hum, Satoru pets lightly at your head, his cock straining in his trousers with satisfaction as your cum sticks to your hair. Glancing downward, he notes Suguru’s own erection, a sizable bulge that you’d gushed about not infrequently, gears clanging when you tug plaintive at the hem of his shirt.

“Whaddya want?” he nearly coos, comfort settling in at your adoring pout and Suguru’s somehow ebbing temper, “Both of us?”

Your eyes widen at Satoru’s forbidden suggestion, Suguru’s jaw twitching. He must be so pissed you think, tears quickly brimming as realization knocks you from your high. You’d shove Satoru if you could trust yourself to balance, still reeling from your climax, beginning to tremble as Suguru fails to acknowledge you.

“As often as you ride this cock,” Satoru drawls, confidence rising, “I can’t seem to escape your yapping about his,” chin jutting toward Suguru, “Dick. So maybe you could give us both a try. We’ll figure out who you really love.”

And part of you immediately recoils, teeth gnashing at the implication of your cheating equating to loving, wondering far too late if Satoru might actually like you a little. If, perhaps, the tender, soapy showers and playful, gentle cuddles weren’t merely for his ego. If his constant availability and willingness to fuck you within an inch of consciousness—to then build and nurture you back to coy flirtation and unguarded laughter—should’ve been a redder flag. If, in fact, it was heart shaped.

But a bigger part of you surrenders, intrigued by the chance to feel your lovers together. Desperate to earn Suguru’s forgiveness. His approval. And much too aware of the precum leaking through his pants, almost licking your lips at the prospect of angry, possessive fucking.

“Suguru?” you say carefully, pussy clenching at the prompt disdain in his eyes, his expression so bored yet so ready to devour you.

“Tell me you love him,” Suguru murmurs, a succinct, seductive demand, “Look me in the eyes, and tell me you love him.”

“Wha-”

“I don’t mind,” he shrugs, readjusting his crotch in an exaggerated, languid movement, “I mind a lot. I fucking hate you,” the unzipping of his pants filling the room with a choked anticipation, “But what’s done is done. So you have two options,” resting a patronizing palm on your bare shoulder, smirking as your body gravitates away from Satoru, “You can tell me the truth, and my best friend and I will fuck your cunt and ass until we are sated… or you can lie to me and sit here while my best friend and I cum on your fucking whore face.”

Your ending is clear, the fragility of your position—and the wickedness of their friendship—stated point and blank. You don’t need to spare Satoru a glance to know he’s celebrating internally, his cockiness and blatant disrespect being rewarded in a roundabout manner as usual. And you don’t need to press Suguru further, his intent to punish you confirmed, a surprisingly promising future ahead should you play your cards right.

“Fuck my cunt and my ass,” you whisper, core stirring as Suguru’s pants hit the ground, his briefs soon following, Satoru’s impressed whistle—Not bad, not bad—and Suguru’s consequent scowl reminding you of how dearly you love Suguru’s cock.

“Not quite,” Suguru tsks, stroking his cock with a dreadful calmness, palm on your shoulder lowering to cup your tit, “Tell me the truth.”

“I…” you falter, feeling Satoru’s obliques stiffen against your cheek, his hand firm in your hair as Suguru’s remains on your shoulder, “I can’t…”

Suguru strokes himself faster, balls already tightening from your earlier performance, expression growing more bored and less primal.

“Ilovehim,” you gasp, Satoru’s eyes shutting at your confession, “I love him and how he’s memorized me from head to toe. How he can make me cum over and over, how he cleans and cherishes me,” gulping for air as you fixate on Suguru’s cock, so red and swollen and shining with precum, “But… but I love you. I love you and how you’ve accepted me through ups and downs, how you make me feel stars. How I feel known by you, inside and out. How I believe I know you, enough to make you happy.”

“Enough to cheat on me?” is Suguru’s tart retort, “With my best friend. You’re so-”

“Suguru.”

Satoru’s interruption startles you, his voice silken honey as he smoothes the furrow of your brow, deftly unzipping his own pants, determined to match Suguru’s pace. Eyes rolling, Suguru grabs your thigh, forcing your legs wide, mouth a thin line as Satoru’s underwear pools at his ankles.

“Complaints?” Satoru winks, grabbing your other thigh, brushing your cheek with his free fingers—your cum flaking onto your face—for a fleeting moment before nudging you upright, “Does she get any prep?”

You lick your lips properly now, the heat and allure of their hands spreading you open making your pussy tingle. Suguru’s cock waits heavy and engorged in his grasp, an unassuming yet devastatingly thick six inches with a perfectly mushroomed tip to compliment his foreboding stature. Meanwhile, Satoru’s curves slightly upward, elegantly cruel at eight inches, slim and pink as his flared tip drools precum.

“Prep? For this bitch?” Suguru punctuates his slur with a smack to your nipples, delighting in your yelp as he meets Satoru’s zealous gaze, “I’m sure she gets plenty, fucking around with multiple men.”

“Multiple?” Satoru snaps at that, mood simmering at the thought, “No, Suguru. Just me. Just me… and you.”

Suguru doesn’t have the patience to argue semantics, tugging roughly on your tit to guide you off the couch’s armrest and onto the couch itself, Satoru’s hand migrating from your thigh to your ass, whimsical skirt torn from your waist, lazy thumb prodding at your asshole as you brace yourself on all fours. A glob of spit lands on your back, and then your asscheek, Suguru pinching and twisting your nipples with unperturbed harshness as he watches Satoru’s thumb trace a heart through the spit before sinking into your hole. You hiss at the intrusion, ill prepared for the intense sensation of using spit for lube, groaning when Satoru immediately spits on your ass again. His thumb slips farther and farther into your asshole as he continues spitting, relishing in how his spit beads and then drips onto the cushions below, your pubic hair drenched and glistening.

“Does this mean you’re fucking her ass?” Suguru queries, admiring the pained scrunch of your face as Satoru switches from his thumb to both his index and middle fingers, tolerating the impromptu preparation to bask in your obvious physical discomfort.

He gifts you a chastising kiss, forgetting your tits for a second to cup and caress your cheeks, softening the pain in your expression.

“Actually,” Satoru grins behind you, something devilish and orchestrated to which only Suguru is privy, “I was thinking your monster girth would do a better job of breaking this tight fucking ass, and I know she loves when I abuse her cervix.”

Choosing to disregard Satoru’s baiting reference to his own claim to your pleasure, Suguru nods in agreement, squatting to your eye level as you whimper faintly, Satoru shoving a third finger past your gradually relaxing muscle.

“Satoru’s being so considerate,” Suguru says, saccharine and sarcastic, “The jerk’s always compensating for something,” sneering as he knocks your arms out from under you, your asshole suddenly empty as Satoru withdraws.

Suguru maneuvers you like light weight as he slinks himself beneath you, your mouth smooshed into his chest for a brief respite. And then you’re being flipped onto your ass, slippery from Satoru’s ministrations as Suguru’s cock slides hard and fat between your asscheeks. Suguru’s arms catch your legs and hook around your knees, pulling backwards till you’re bent in half, palms forcing your head downward while your tits squish into your kneecaps, your asshole and cunt presented to Satoru as you struggle to breathe.

“Marvelous,” Satoru murmurs, smiling to himself as he reaches tentatively, “Uh… Suguru, may I?”

“Yeah, yeah, touch my dick,” Suguru snorts, “How else is it gonna get into her asshole?”

“Touché,” Satoru laughs, grasping Suguru’s cock almost cheerfully, appreciating its heft as he guides your pelvis high enough to position the tip, “This thing is solid.”

Glowering, Suguru mutters, “Thanks,” hips shifting until he feels his precum smearing on the pucker of your ass.

You gasp when he thrusts upward, a fearful, eager noise, unable to even wiggle in Suguru’s ironclad grip. His tip bumps a couple times—clumsy and large—against your hole, Satoru letting out a dramatic sigh before providing greater assistance. Satoru’s long fingers curl fully around Suguru’s shaft as he persists in shallow thrusting, a guttural groan accompanying a loud exclamation—Fuck!—when he finally bullies himself into your asshole.

“Atta bitch,” Satoru chimes, enraptured by the sight of your skin stretched to its limit around Suguru’s cock, rim fluttering around the foreign feeling, your hands balled into fists at the tearing pain.

“Suguru!” you wail, gut churning as his shallow thrusts grow increasingly deeper, ass burning with every selfish rut as he ploughs through the immense friction, your hole receiving little opportunity to recover as he builds a staggering tempo, “Suguru, Suguru, Suguru!” drunk on the suffocating drag of your asshole clinging desperately to his cock, slowly but surely swallowing him whole, “FUCK!”

Head woozy and neck aching, the pain maintains pace with the pleasure as you watch Satoru grab his own cock, leaning over to spit on your sternum—you swear he mouths Mine, or maybe it was the endorphins—as he places his other palm on the underside of your thigh. Suguru pays Satoru no mind, speed barely lessening though your body remains relatively steady due to your restrained pose. You imagine taking Satoru in your pussy will be easier, it’s a more natural feeling after all, dazed on the cock in your ass, clit terribly neglected as your cunt clenches excitedly. But you’ve never been doubly penetrated before.

You’re sorely mistaken.

The initial push is as expected. You’re soaked from Satoru’s fingering, the plethora of teasing and warnings, and Suguru’s relentless fucking into your asshole, pain having reasonably subsided albeit still stinging with an unsympathetic roughness. Satoru’s pretty cockhead slips right in, his slimmer width hardly interfering with Suguru’s rhythm. You moan at the fullness, and Satoru’s poorly concealed whine makes Suguru smirk. Encouraged by your response, Satoru thrusts forward, hands resting casually on Suguru’s knees—who tries, and fails, to resist flinching—Satoru’s head pitching backward to display the bobbing of his Adam’s apple. A mewl fills the air as Satoru’s cock slides farther into your pussy, Suguru undoubtedly bruising your legs to counter your weak squirming, the stuffing of your ass and pussy coming to overwhelming fruition.

“So fucking beautiful,” Satoru gushes, fixated on how perfectly his cock disappears into your cunt, finding himself nearly winded as well from the newfound pressure of a second cock fucking into the hole beneath him.

“Pah,” Suguru grunts, hiding his dilated pupils and bitten lips in your nape, stamina far from waning as his brutal fucking continues, “Stop praising the whore and start ruining it.”

Shaking his head with wry amusement, Satoru’s meandering pace carries on, simply fascinated by the pleading glaze in your eyes, asshole sensitive to the touch as Satoru circles a playful finger around your rim, taut and clenching as Suguru’s cock flexes from the feathery stimulation.

Just when you worry Satoru’s forgotten about the hole he’s supposed to be fucking—Silly girl—he fucks himself in, balls brushing the base of Suguru’s cock as you scream, writhing hopeless and exhausted when Suguru plunges himself in to the hilt too.

“Mmm,” Satoru rasps, “You truly are a whore, huh,” tip twitching against your cervix as your cunt throbs erratic and velvety around him, “Falling in love with me while dating my best friend, letting us destroy your slutty holes to try and make it up to both of us,” spit trickling from his too sweet mouth to your puffy folds, “I can’t believe we fit in here,” tapping your clit with a handsome grin, moaning outright when you convulse, “You must really love us.”

You cum at his words, so cherry red and persuasively picked, Suguru relaxing slightly to allow you a complete orgasm. They fuck you through your climax, the sticky sound of slapping balls and viscous essence quickly edging you toward another. There’s cotton in your head, legs tiring even with Suguru’s support, trembling from exertion; what else could explain the dizzying fuzz hazing your perception? Suguru’s cock shoves ridged and ruthless into your ass, Satoru’s thrusting more lubricated but deep in your cunt, your poor cervix pulsating from every graze of his tip.

“Please,” you beg, whimpering hollowly as you cum again, walls beginning to constrict in a subconscious urge to cease their thorough fucking, “Please, please, please…” whining as Suguru’s grip tightens once more, sweat dripping from you onto Suguru abdomen, from Satoru’s brow to your bellybutton, “Cum for me.”

They exchange a look, Suguru reluctant but sated, Satoru willing and proud. You’re mumbling now, a mishmash of Suguru and Satoru and Can’t take it, pain blossoming stronger than before as their thrusts hasten, a sloppy finger rushing back and forth on your clit creating minimal relief, fierce and implacable as it coaxes a final, mangled orgasm from you. You manage a broken sob as you climax on their cocks, Suguru immediately releasing your limbs, his arms hugging sturdy and devoted around your shuddering frame, cum flooding your holes as they synch their highs. Suguru is silent when he cums, labored exhales the only indiction of his effort, teeth marking your neck with soon-to-fade divots. And Satoru is loud. Cursing and groaning while he pumps load after load into your swollen pussy, your folds a creamy mess as he fucks his cum out of you, spurred on by Suguru’s low growl when his spend inevitably leaks onto Suguru’s cock.

Satoru pulls out first, eager to watch their cum dribble from your holes, Suguru following shortly after. They unceremoniously readjust your depleted form, slumped ass off the couch, tits resting in the dampness left by Suguru’s body. Brown eyes glinting, Suguru uses his foot to nudge your legs apart, snickering as cum promptly oozes from your cunt and ass to the floor. Satisfying strings stick to your inner thighs, air escaping your pussy with a quiet queefing sound, a wet farting noise making Satoru giggle as your asshole gapes, bubbling with cum.

“So where does this leave us?” Satoru piques, kneeling to jab greedily at your cunt, pushing his cum back into your hole with a lewd schlick, chuckling when you clench weakly, struggling to keep it in, “She’s a loose bitch now.”

“Dunno,” Suguru glances away, arms crossing, “We should get dressed.”

“One moment,” Satoru grins, knees hitting the ground with a soft thud as he spreads your asscheeks with his palms, licking nastily at his lips, “I want a taste.”

Suguru scoffs, watching with morbid curiosity as Satoru flicks the tip of his tongue across your cunt, your protesting whimper lost beneath his giddy moan, cum coating his mouth. Locating his briefs, Suguru slowly clothes himself as Satoru dutifully cleans your pussy, licking himself from your quivering folds and bud, sticking his tongue hungrily into your hole as cum drools down his chin, smirking to himself as a nearly imperceivable orgasm shivers through your body. As Suguru zips his pants, Satoru traverses to your gaping asshole, Suguru’s cock feebly attempting to harden again when Satoru locks eyes with him, mouth covering your hole before he pointedly sucks.

“You’re fucking nasty,” Suguru grumbles, tossing Satoru his underwear.

Satoru hums pleasantly, the vibrations causing you to involuntarily buck your hips into the couch, cum trailing from your ass to the backs of your knees.

“And that’s why she needs both of us,” Satoru quips, nuzzling your asscheek with a smug smile, your head raising slightly at his affection, “That’s why she loves both of us.”

—

“There were easier ways to arrange a threesome than falling in love with Satoru,” Suguru mutters, eyeing your post shower glow with resigned endearment.

“But would they have been as fun?” you ask, pressing a fond kiss to his forehead.

“Nah, definitely not!” Satoru declares, arms slinging over Suguru’s shoulder and around your waist, “And by the way, I’m flattered.”

I love you Suguru murmurs into your hair, flicking Satoru’s ear beyond the edge of your vision. And I love you you trace into his hand, fingers intertwined against Satoru’s lower back.

[javarium]

layers | geto/gojo.

— short story

you’re their favorite kouhai, everyone at tokyo and kyoto knows this. they also know that if anyone or anything were to touch or harm you in any way, they would feel the wrath of the most powerful duo. and one day, someone is dumb and foolish enough to do exactly that.

note(s): this isn’t a full complete drabble with a complete ending, but it’s something I’ve enjoyed writing. flop or no flop, this was a fun piece to write :D But tbh I’m thinking about deleting it and redoing it, or adding more. or maybe a part two lmao??

****

Trees were nothing but a blur of green to your vision. The car was going fast, way too fast for you to make out anything but the simple colors blue and green.

You blinked several times, shaking your head to keep yourself from dozing off. You were tired, so very very tired from such a long and exhausting two days of being on a First Grade mission that turned out to be a bigger issue and much more than it was worth.

They should’ve sent backup with me…

You leaned your head against the back of the backseat. You closed your eyes for just a moment, then opened them again for just a few seconds. The process was rinse and repeat; the only way to keep yourself awake.

Don’t fall asleep. Don’t fall asleep. Don’t… Just… don’t…

“Hang on, Miss [Last Name]!” frantically spoke the driver. He was probably looking in the rear view mirror, seeing you laying back on the seat with your eyes opening and closing. More so of the latter.

You heard the sound of a dial, then the voice of your driver hurriedly speaking into it. Problem was, you couldn’t understand a single word he was saying. It was all so… incoherent. Funny enough, it sounded like you were underwater.

Your head lolled to the side again, eyes half open with nothing but the same blur of green outside the window. Your hand was still over the wound, covering it with as much pressure as possible until you got to the school.

Unless you passed out first.

You could only imagine your upperclassmen holding this over your head as a joke for the rest of your life.

If you got to a medic in time, that is.

——————————

Everything had been fine. Just fine.

Great, in fact, he muses.

Him and Geto had been getting some ice cream to satisfy his sweet tooth, while Shoko complained that he was eating too much while munching away on her own ice cream like a damn hypocrite.

“What should we do now?” Shoko questioned.

“Might as well head back to the school,” Suguru suggested. “It is getting late and—”

“You’re no fun!!” Satoru complained. “Why are you so by the book?”

The black-haired male gives his childish friend a look of both amusement and exasperation. Of course Satoru was going to be like this. It was in his nature to be as anti-rules as possible. Especially if it meant pissing off the higher-ups.

“Alright, we’ll go—”

Shoko holds up a pointer finger to halt the conversation. “Aha, hold up guys. Sensei’s calling.”

“Maaaan! What now?” Satoru whines.

Just as the white-haired male goes to complain some more, he realizes Suguru’s expression changes. And that he’s not looking at him anymore — that he’s looking at Shoko now. So Satoru does the same, and now he sees his brunette friend’s face sheet white, eyes growing red like she’s about to start crying.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll be there.”

She clicks the phone off and looks to Geto, the whites of her eyes beginning to become red.

“Shoko?”

“We need to get back to the school. [Name]-chan’s hurt.”

The two males freeze, eyes going wider than saucers. But that reaction doesn’t last but two seconds, and Suguru’s pulling out his fastest Cursed Spirit he’s got and finishing the rest of the route back to school on it with his friends.

He and Satoru turn to look at one another, and Suguru knew his heart was the only one beating wildly in nothing but terror.

The three of them watched as the car pulled up; they landed as soon as the driver got out of the car.

Satoru’s and Suguru’s breaths hitched the second they landed beside the car.

Anger. Rage. Was there even a word to describe how they felt?

The red of your blood became the red of their rage — the red being the only color that they could see.

“Shoko, can—”

Her hand is already placed on your left side, her Reverse Cursed Energy pumping through your body. But the damage was done.

Your head rolled to the back of the seat, right hand limp on your stomach and left hand open, hanging loosely over the edge of the seat. Blood covered your palms, all the way up the inside of your forearms and up to the crook of your elbow.

And how pale your skin was. Was anyone supposed to be that shade of skin color? Of course it wasn’t. They knew that already. You weren’t supposed to ever be this way. Their adorable kouhai that was just too sweet and too nice for the world they lived in was never supposed to end up like this: sickly pale, blood pouring from the wound in your stomach and knocking on death’s door.

Shoko finishes healing you after what seems like forever. In reality, it’s only just a few minutes. But in those few minutes, both Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru come to a full understanding of something: they realize that you mean a lot more to them than just being their cute little kouhai. They can’t imagine you living in a world without you in it. Every thought of you not being there didn’t settle with them. They hated it. They weren’t able to envision coming to school without you passing by them in the halls. Seeing a world where they visited your headstone was unacceptable.

So many thoughts, so much anger, all accumulated within a matter of minutes that drives a permanent mark into their hearts and minds: that a world without you in it is not worth living in, and they love you too much to see anything else bad happen to you.

Suddenly, Yaga Sensei appears before them. Shoko moves out of the way so he can grab you, haul you into his arms and carry you to the infirmary where they have painkillers and other medicine. Shoko follows him, but Satoru and Suguru remain behind.

“Suguru?”

“Hm?”

“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

“That we need to kill someone?”

“And that’s why you’re my best friend.”

———

Taglist: @vagabond-umlaut • @torusbabygoat

not the gojo x student reader you guys wanted ik ik but I wanted y’all to read this anyway so sue me 😭😭

[aphroditestempleimagines]

The Strongest

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader x Suguru Getou - 18+

Words: 3419

Warnings: language, passionate sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem! & m! receiving), orgasm denial, overstimulation (tiny bit), threesome, satosugu , orgasm delay, nipple play, established relationship

Summary: Your engagement to the heir to the Gojo clan has been arranged since you were young. Yet you can't help but realize that Satoru himself does not seem to care, neither about duty nor about you. In your sorrow, you slept with his old, now criminal, friend Suguru Getou. That finally got Gojo to admit his love for you. But now that Getou had a taste of happiness he simply cannot let go. This is the smut part.

Colour: Hot & rough (Guess who's rougher)

His love series - part 4

Author's note: I'm guessing this is what y'all been waiting for. Also apologies to the people who made the gifs.

"Hello?", you cried at the empty house. You looked door by door in the Gojo's family estate to find nothing but silence. As you arrived at the master quarters you felt the slight vibrations of sorcery trigger your body. You turned, spell in hand, only to stop inches before striking your fiance in the face; perhaps you should not have stopped yourself, you thought, given how he snuck up to you.

Satoru smiled. He clasped your hand in his and planted a kiss on your palm before pulling you against him. "I heard my girl got promoted to special grade today", he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Yeah, they just told me", you chuckled as he showered you with kisses up and down your neck.

"I don't know about grade, but you were always special to me", he whispered in your ear.

His hands roamed down your torso as he used his body to push yours on the wall. He hiked your leg over his hip, pushing his knee on your clothed core. His other hand unbuttoned the top of your uniform, his lips leaving a trail of red blossoms as they travelled further down your chest.

"You know", he said, "I'm starting to feel threatened by you my love"

You chuckled. He was not being serious, you knew that, and yet when you looked into his crystal blue eyes you could not help but doubt your own reason. A shadow fell over you. You looked to your right and was met with Suguru's large frame, leaning over the wall next to you with one arm resting over your head. You shook Satoru off, trying to cover up as you laughed in embarrassment, but the sorcerer held you in his arms. You only managed to twirl around in Satoru's embrace, him pulling your back flush against his chest, placing more kisses on your exposed neck and shoulder.

"Suguru", you laughed nervously, "I'm really sorry, I don't know what's gotten into him"

Suguru raised one of his eyebrows. "Don't you?", he said suggestively.

"We had a disagreement", Satoru rested his chin on your shoulder, "See, Suguru here believes you deserve a reward for your new position. I on the other hand cannot help but be overcome with a need to fuck you until you can't stay awake anymore"

Your breath caught. "So-"

"So we decided to do both", Suguru leaned over you. He glided his thumb over your skin, from the tip of your chin down your neck and collarbone until it dug under your bra, pulling it -and you- forward. "If you'll have us", he said. He kneeled down in front of you, pulling your right leg over his shoulder. He kissed your thigh over your black tights, his lips dangerously close to the trim of your skirt.

"Of course she will, she's been craving this since the day you moved in with us", Satoru unbuttoned your top all the way down. His hands dove under your bra to cup your breasts. He pulled you flush against his chest, close enough for you to feel everything he felt for you. His teeth nibbled on your ear. "You're so greedy", he groaned in your ear, "I love it".

You threw your head back when Suguru's thumb pressed over your clothed entrance. "She needs to somehow compensate for your small-OW", Satoru kicked Suguru's leg.

"What do you think my love?", he made sure you knew Suguru was lying.

You chuckled. He was just asking for it.

"Suguru's bigger", you smiled at him.

"OH IS HE?", Satoru chuckled as he picked you up. You yelped and laughed when he threw you over his shoulder, carrying you off to the bedroom. Suguru shook his shoulders. You had brought it on yourself.

Satoru let you down lightly on the bed, immediately climbing on top of you. His hands cupped your face, his legs caging your body. His lips captured yours in a deep kiss that seemed to last an infinity. "Wanna put it to the test while I eat you out?", he growled as he nibbled on your lower lip.

Suguru peeled him off of you. "You're going to let her sit on your face", he said, his hand on Satoru's throat.

"And why would I do that?"

"Cause I wanna see it", Suguru kissed Satoru before pulling him away and forcing him onto the bed. He gave you his hand and pulled you against him, taking your lips in his own. "I'll make sure he behaves", he gently lifted your chin before turning his gaze to your fiance. "Won't you Satoru?", he cried.

Satoru clicked his tongue in response. He sat on his knees, his hands tracing the curve of your waist until they wrapped around your torso, pulling you once more against him. His hand reached from behind to lift your chin and let you face him. His lips hovered over yours, close enough to feel his breath yet too far to reach. "Do it", he said with a smirk, "See what happens".

Before you could respond he let his body fall back on the mattress, crocking his finger at you. You hesitantly moved your hips toward him before his hands pulled you over his face. A yelp escaped you as he tore your tights at the crotch to reach the wetness of your panties. He pulled their soft fabric to the side, his tongue reaching to trace the lips of your folds.

Suguru's hand cupped your cheek. He drank your next moan and all the rest in a fervent kiss. Your lack of attention turned Satoru livid; he plunged his finger inside your core, scraping and curling at all the spots he alone knew would have your knees trembling. He lapped at your juices like a starved man as he pinched your bud. Soon, you could not concentrate on Suguru anymore, your body falling forward as you panted over Satoru's abs.

"Sat...or...sator...", you tried saying his name, but your breaths were too erratic to let you form words.

Getou's crooked finger hooked underneath your chin. "Is he doing a good job princess?", he whispered, placing a soft kiss on the bridge of your nose, "Shall we make him feel good too?"

Suguru palmed Satoru over the trousers. The latter groaned as his length grew harder, his voice vibrating against your folds. You bit back a moan.

"Let him hear you, baby", Suguru breathed as he sucked on the skin of your neck. He held your left breast in one hand and freed Satoru's length with the other. His thumb brushed over the tip.

Satoru breathed hard, but he did not want to stop; he would not let Suguru distract him from proving his point. He adjusted you on top of his, spreading your folds with his thumbs before plunging his tongue inside. You could feel him smirk as he pulled moan after moan from your body. Suguru wrapped his arms around you, his lips attacking your nipple until he scattered all logic from your mind. Satoru continued pumping two of his long fingers inside your core and pretty soon you were unravelling on his plump lips.

Your body bent in half, chest heaving as you rested your head on his hips. You felt Satoru's lips kiss your inner thigh and you shot up from the bed, fearful of crashing him. He reached out for your waist as you turned to check on him and pulled you back on the bed. He crashed his lips onto yours.

"Look at the mess you made", his thumb brushed over his lower lip, gathering some of your essence that dripped from its rim. He made a show of licking his thumb, his face only inches away from yours.

"Is our girl feeling nice?", Suguru gathered your hair away from your shoulder, revealing a patch large enough to kiss.

"Yes", you breathed.

Suguru leaned over your ear, his fingers tracing the front of your torso. "Will you let me taste you next?", he whispered.

Satoru pulled you away. He kissed you as he lifted you up, his length teasing your core. "No way", he said against your lips, "We're not done here"

"Satoru", you combed his silver hair before taking his face in your hands. You gave him a sweet kiss before pushing him down on the mattress.

You continued kissing him as you pulled open his uniform, all the way down to the waist of his trousers. His length was still hard and painful. You planted a kiss on the side before giving it a couple of pumps. Satoru trembled a bit. You moved your kisses until you reached its tip. You gave a knowing look at Suguru. He smiled before he plunged two of his digits into your core, his lips kissing all around your entrance.

You turned back to Satoru. "I want you to feel good too", you took his length between your lips.

Satoru tensed. He threw his head back as you hollowed your cheeks. "God, y/n", he covered his bright blue eyes with his hand. His hips chased your lips every time you pulled away.

Suguru scissored his fingers inside you, stretching you enough for his tongue to snake inside your folds. You moaned against Satoru's length, causing him to toss his trembling hand on your hair. Gojo did not hold any sound back; he made sure you knew exactly how you made him feel, either by vocalizing his lust or pulling you closer over his member.

You felt Getou's silent chuckle as it broke on your skin. He picked himself up, his hands still pleasuring you, and began planting kisses on your spine. Your back arched as his teeth scrapped along the bone-line. You let go of Gojo, your head dropping down to pant Suguru's name.

"Don't distract her Suguru or I'll put it in your ass instead"

Geto's sweet laughter rang in your ears. You moved your hand up and down Satoru's length. "I'm fine", you kissed him on the side.

"Oh are you", you jolted as you felt Suguru's length press on your entrance, "Now that just won't do". He traced your lower lips with the tip of his length, never breaking in, until he had you shuddering. "I want you ecstatic", he said, "I want your mind washed blank from pleasure"

"Suguru", you whined, "Please"

"Please what, princess?"

"Ple-ah"

He slowly plunged his length inside you. He let it drag over your walls as he pulled out only to thrust further in. It took him a couple of times doing that before you had fully enveloped him and he set up a pace that had your toes curling.

Your mind tried concentrating on working Satoru's length, but Suguru felt too good inside you to form coherent thoughts. A hand cupped your cheek; Satoru sat up to peer into your eyes. The light in his bright blue trembled with need.

"You're so beautiful", he breathed as he pulled you in for a deep kiss.. "God", he groaned as he bit your lip, "I could look at that face every day"

You arms wrapped around Satoru's body as Suguru picked up his pace. Your ear was pressing against his heart, its beats louder than anything you had ever heard. Gojo ran his hand over your back, soothing his friend's hard thrusts. Between half-lidded eyes, you noticed Satoru's pain and remembered what you had been doing. You bent down and took him back between your lips, eliciting a groan.

"GAh...you better make our girl come Suguru", he said, his head falling back, "Fuck, y/n!"

"If you keep squeezing me like that princess I'm not gonna last", he said but picked up the pace.

His grip was gentle as he held you, trying his best not to bruise your delicate thighs, yet he moved his hips in a feverish rhythm that escalated in tune with your voice. He lifted your hips a little, the new angle hitting your G-spot. Your shriek was muffled as you gagged on Gojo's length. Geto reached down to press circles on your bud, his hand moving fast.

"Suguru!", you cried before Satoru pulled you back on his length.

Gojo's hand held your head, his fingers softly twirling your curls as he moved his hips. His face twisted in pleasure at every moan you let out on his length. You could not remember the moment Getou broke the knot that he had tied in your core, but you could certainly tell when Satoru was thrown into a world of ecstasy. His hand grabbed you tighter as he panted your name, your mouth filling with the product of his love. He pulled you up, still breathing hard, his thumb tracing your dripping chin. His lips conquered yours and he tasted himself in your kiss.

"Oh Suguru look at the view you're missing"

Satoru slightly turned your head. To the already desperate Suguru that was enough to send him over the edge. He stilled inside you, his hands holding your hips flush against his. You felt the warmth of his essence fill his condom as he pulsated within your walls. His warm breath exploded on the skin of your back, his loving lips planting kisses on your tailbone.

"Think you can take me too, my love?", Satoru pulled you off Suguru.

"Give her a moment prick"

"I will", Satoru kissed your forehead as he softly laid you on your back. He opened your legs and sat between them, his fingers tracing your fluttering folds. He observed your expressions change as he filled your thigh with hickeys. "That was weak, Suguru", he smirked, his thumb pressing on your clit, "There's barely anything here"

"Oh really?", he tossed a condom at his friend.

"Yeah", Gojo gave you light kisses as his hardness pressed on your entrance until it snaked inside. He observed your face as he moved all the way in. Your hands wrapped around his torso, your legs straddled his waist from below. "Y/n, look at me"

You turned to look inside the blue depths of Satoru's eyes. He touched his forehead to yours, his length slowly thrusting inside you.

"Look at me", he said again, breathing against your lips, "Look into these eyes that want you"

His kiss was desperate, his pace phenomenal. Your ears filled with Suguru's "fuck"'s and moans. His head thrown back on a chair, his hand on his length and his eyes fixed on your form, he breathed hard and called your names as pumped himself in tune with Satoru's thrusts.

"Ah, you're squeezing me", Satoru said against your neck, "If you make me come too early it'll be over for you". He stilled his hips, his fingers digging in the skin of your thighs to keep you in place. "Just like that", he said. He had not come. His eyes were blazing with last, his cheeks hot and red. Yet his hands would not let you, or himself, move.

"Satoru...", you struggled

He leaned close, trailing kisses on your collarbone. "That's it, say my name again", his thumb caressed your cheek.

"Satoru..."

"Say that you love me", his hand wrapped around your neck, "Promise you'll never leave my sight"

"I won't. I love you S .."

He pumped his hips once. "These eyes can't survive without you gazing at them", he said as he nipped on your chest. You heard a chair move.

"You're too rough", Suguru shoved Satoru away.

"You're too nice", Satoru continued nipping at your breasts with his hand around your throat.

"Satoru....move", you tried to wiggle your hips towards him but to no avail.

"Don't worry, princess, he will", Suguru stood behind Satoru and pulled him back by the shoulder. He planted a love bite on his neck at which Satoru groaned. Suguru pulled your leg around Satoru's waist, his clothed hardness rubbing against his back.

Satoru pulled your hands over your head. He breathed hard as Suguru entered him. You trembled as he twitched inside you. And every thrust of Suguru, Satoru had no choice but to move inside you. Your hands grasped at the silver locks of your fiance.

"Fuck Suguru", Satoru groaned, "Let me make my point, I'll do you later"

Suguru pulled him up. "Be nicer", he gave him a kiss.

Satoru frowned. He took a look at your heaving form before pushing Suguru back. He leaned closer again, planting sweet kisses on your face. "I don't know if you mean it when you say you love me but I don't give a shit anymore", he whispered, "I love you. And I can't live without you". He picked up a steady pace. "Don't you see Suguru?", his thrusts grew hard and precise, marking his every word, "She's a special grade now. And you want me to be happy? She'll take more difficult and dangerous missions. I already worry about you, now I have to worry about her too?"

"I'm...I'm not made...of glass", you struggled to put together as Satoru's length kissed your G-spot.

"I know. I don't care. Shit happens", Satoru cupped your warm cheek, "I want you. I want us, all of us, to be like this forever. Don't you?"

"Satoru"

"Open your eyes, baby"

You had not realised you had closed them. Satoru's face was peering over you, close enough to touch. "Promise me you'll put yourself first", he panted, "Fuck the world"

"For once we agree", Suguru came up behind you, planting a kiss on your swetened forehead.

"Promise me you'll be selfish", he kept your legs in place around him as he pounded inside you, "Promise you'll come back every time"

"You wouldn'-"

He stopped thrusting, keeping his length inside you as he circled his hips. "I need two words from you baby", he leaned closer, "Two words and I'll have you creaming on my cock"

"Suguru"

"No princess he's right", he kissed your hands, "I need to hear it too"

"I- I promise"

"Good", Satoru captured your lips again. He drunk in your shriek as he resumed his thrusts, his hips slapping hard against yours. "I need you", he said, "If you stray from your word I'll just fuck you so hard before every mission that you won't be able to walk there"

"Satoru"

He groaned as you squeezed him. "And if you ever die on me I ll find you in the next life and fuck you stupid"

"SATORU!", your orgasm hit you hard, your form shaking underneath Satoru's body. He kissed your neck as your arms searched for his to hold. "Fuck Satoru", tears fell from your eyes as you tried to calm your trembling body down.

He showered your nose with kisses. "I'd say that was the best I've done my love"

"More than...oh my God'

He bit your lip. "Remember your promise", he whispered, "I'm being serious"

"Either let me finish or come suck me off", Suguru nudged Satoru.

You weakly sat on your elbows. "I'm sorry Suguru I-"

Satoru's lips stopped the rest of your sentence from spilling. "No you don't go kneel to that bastard", he said. "These lips are mine alone", he traced his thumb over your mouth before doing the same to your entrance, "It already hurts me sharing these".

"You're both mine", you pulled him close by the nape, "Not the other way around"

"Fuck yes we are, you vixen", he bit your lip before pulling away to face Suguru, who had returned to spreading his body on the bed, back on the frame. Gojo leaned down to take Suguru in his mouth. "You're enjoying this too much", he told Getou, "You're next on my list you know"

"Oh you have no idea-ah", he breathed out a sigh of pleasure when Gojo ran his tongue down his length.

You lay on the bed, too weak to stand. Yet you could not help but rub your legs together at the sight of your mens' faces as they fell apart. A hand crept its way between your thighs. You startled. You looked to the side and saw Satoru winking at you, his fingers pressing on your entrance before your legs allowed him inside. You flipped on your back so he could pleasure you with ease.

"God, y/n", Suguru groaned, "I'm never gonna get rid of this ha-"

"Shut up", you moaned as Satoru sped up his thrusts. You ran your hands over your breasts, your hips riding his hand. The night was only just beginning.

[yynumaki]

Happy Ever After

Sum: After you got horribly injured on a mission with a loose special grade curse, Geto reaches his breaking point

Tw: Fluff¿ idk (part 1 would be angst)

Part 1 Part 2

Nanako and Mimiko are now standing on both sides of him.

"Is that Y/n, Geto-sama?" Mimiko asked timidly, "The one you keep on telling us about?"

"Why yes my dear" he answered with a smile, "Beautiful isn't she?"

The three of them were watching you from the edge of your wall like windows from your newly opened cafe. The place was extremely packed since it was only recently opened, and people claimed that your cafe had a 'home-like-vibe' to it.

Ever since Suguru's departure, you couldn't bare it in jujutsu high.

You tried, really really tried to keep fighting, for your friends and for yourself, but you failed.

Unlike Satoru, you couldn't keep on that track without Suguru, and even though you wanted to be there for Gojo, you couldn't be in that place any longer. Not when everything reminded you of him.

You decided to leave.

With the savings you had, you decided to live a normal life, a life in which you once planned with Suguru; but instead of living on a peaceful and quiet province, you knew that you still needed to save some more to be able to live comfortably there someday, still holding on to some hope that he'd come back to you.

You decided to, instead, build a small business and build a cafe in the streets of Japan, as well as renting out an apartment above it.

There, you've slowly built a life for yourself, not forgetting about your friends of course.

You gave Satoru a spare key for your apartment, telling him that hes welcomed anytime, and that your home is also his.

You knew Satoru took a bigger hit than you at Sugurus departure, he is his best friend after all; though maybe 'brother' is a better fit.

You might not know Satoru as much as Geto does, but you do come fairly close, knowing how much pressure hes in with having the title of the 'strongest', and no one really checking up on him thinking that he must always be ok.

Now you took it upon yourself to be there for him, to know that even with his brother leaving, as well as Nanami, his lover, that you were still there, and Satoru took that greatfuly, claiming that you were his sister in-law, and the both of you were family.

"One day" Suguru spoke, "One day the four of us would leave this wreched place, live a life as a family, happy and peaceful, once we finish our plan, and I make this world safer for my three girls"

He held the girls hands tighter, eyes never leaving your form as you smiled at the monkeys you were serving.

"The four of us?" Nanako asked, "Does that mean she'd be our mom one day?" Eyes shining brightly, matching the smile growing on her lips.

"Do you think she'd even accept us?" Asked Mimiko

"Of course she'll accept you" Geto answered, "Shes the most kind hearted person I know, and on top of that, I know she'll love you both"

Geto knelt infront of the two girls reaching their height as he patted their heads. He handed them some money telling them to buy what ever they wish on your cafe for them to be able to talk to you, making them promise to not mention that they know him.

Since the lunch rush was finally dying down, you were able to accommodate them soon enough.

Two little girls came up to you requesting the most sugary pastry you sold as well as two mugs of hot chocolate.

Amused by the two, you three fell into easy conversation.

You couldn't stop smiling at the girls as they spoke to you with such adoration and passion, asking you so many things about yourself and them telling you stories and things about them aswell.

You didn't know why, but after a long day, the two girls sitting on the counter infront of you telling you how they lost their first tooth as you wiped down the counter, lifted a bit of weight off your shoulders.

The sight itself melted Getos heart, seeing how you've already connected with Nanako and Mimiko after meeting them for the first time.

He couldn't wait to be able to give the three of you in his arms, happy and complete.

So sorry abt this, this was EXTREMELY rushed, (wrote it in lile 10 mins maybe)

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[sexbot300]

Making out with high!satosugu? Yes please

⤷ 18+, MDNI

Geto and Gojo always liked to stick their noses in matters that didn’t concern them.

So when you walked by, caught off guard by a pungent smell emerging from a dorm room, they took it upon themselves to sit you down on the couch.

Encased in the middle of the couch, Gojo at your right and Geto at your left, it all felt too hazy. Geto manspread his huge body, arm behind you over the headrest of the couch. Gojo spreading his wide legs out, blind fold coming loose, as he stare at the ceiling taking a long drag before exhaling it. Meanwhile, body tiny, sitting cross-legged while the men unintentionally squeezed you by their larger thighs. Light music played in the back while both men passed the neatly wrapped blunt back and forth as you sat in the middle, content with the amount of times you’ve already smoked. Light, euphoric, relaxed. Just a few words to describe how it felt.

“See,” Gojo stated voice calmer than usual with his usual cocky demeanor, “not so bad.”

Geto hummed, eyes closed as his nostrils released smoke before handing it to you. “You better take some more before the idiot wastes it all.” Earning an eye-roll from Gojo, while face still displaying a smile of bliss. His long fingers handing you the brown blunt, before shaking your head slightly.

“C-cant,” you stated, voice slightly slurred. Eyes darted to Geto, blinking, “mouth feels,” gulp, “dry.”

Almost as if a light switch turned on, both of the men shared a smile that stretched impossibly wide on this faces. Their faces turning to look at one another.

“Oh yeah?” Gojo said, his voice slightly husky, smirk still evident while eyes shouted red. Geto only snickered slightly, body shaking up the couch while he stared at Gojo.

“I don’t get… ?” You said in a measly voice looking between the pair as their eyes never left one another before flicking back and forth to you. My God did they look beautiful.

“Want to know what happens when one of our mouths gets dry?” Geto states mockingly, whispering into your ear. Almost as if it’s a secret him and Gojo are dangling over your head. Sending shivers up your body, he removes his hovering lips from your ear, getting closer to Gojo’s face as they both lean in slightly. Both of their faces only inches apart, in front of your own.

Placing the blunt on his soft lips, Geto takes a long drag, slight cackling heard, the inhaling sound erupts as he keeps the smoke encased in his mouth. Gojo only grins, pink lips opening. Placing his large hand on the back of the cleanly shaven undercut of the white-haired man, Geto slowly exhales into Gojo’s mouth, cloudy smoke connecting the two.

Starstruck, watching this unfold eyes-half lidded, unaware of what’s to happen. Within a split second after Gojo inhales this smoke in, both men smash their lips into one another. Eyes fluttering closed.

Geto, moving his head right promoted Gojo to do the same. Even though under the influence, the men skillfully navigated each others mouths. Tongue traveling up and down one another as smoke escaped their joined lips. Squelches of saliva was heard as the lewd display showed men hungrily attacking one another mouths just mere inches away from your own face. Only separating to suck on one another’s tongue and going back in for more. Light pants and noises of approval sang in ears.

Separating after a solid minute. Both the men sharing a snicker, eyes still deeply looking in one another through droopy eyelids.

“Mouth dry, Satoru?”

“Nopeeeeee.”

“But you know who’s mouth, is dry?” Geto stated in a sarcastic tone, prompting both of the men to look at you.

Darting your eyes back and forth, blush heavy on your face unable to speak.

“I-I-”

“Open your mouth.” Geto stated almost like a command, your mouth opened while both men just laughed.

Squeezing both of your cheeks with his veiny fingers, Gojo titled your head up before leaning in slowly and spitting a long wad of saliva in. “Don’t swallow,” Gojo stated.

“Mhpm-” eyebrows furrowed while Geto gripped your face away from Gojo’s grasp to look directly in his gaze. “Good girl.” He flashed a toothy grin before slipping his already wet tongue in your mouth.

Hand reaching out to graze his hair, “Unh,” you gasped, while he sank his teeth on your bottom lip tugging it. Mouth agape atop of yours while sharing the same air, you both began to rapidly lap each other tongues. Hungrily, searching for any and every bit of one another while he lowly grunted in your mouth. “Mmm- ah!”

Head tilting, his large hand caressing everywhere and anywhere he can get, while your tongues snaked around one another. So warm, so hot. He tasted like the smoke, Satoru, and mint. Teeth clashing, lips glued to one another, a passion that can be smelled from miles away.

Within minutes, Gojo’s long fingers harshly gripped your chin pulling you away from Geto’s face. Panting, lips coated in a glossy sheen. “My turn,” he stated before diving his tongue headfirst in your own mouth. This kiss was messier for sure. Gojo wasted no time in becoming familiar with your mouth. Hand cradling the nap of your neck, the white-haired man angled your head in a position to forcibly suck at your tongue.

His whole mouth engulfed your tongue, sucking and licking the muscle as muffled moans and concentrated faces only focused on the bliss of the wet kiss.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, don’t be so selfish Satoru,” the other stated while purring his name. Soon enough, he was merely inches away from both your faces as you and Gojo separated only for the purpose of air. A bead of saliva connecting you both.

Almost like a bluetooth connection, all three of you, inches away from one another knew that just making out with one person wasn’t enough.

Maybe sharing a blunt and some saliva with these “besties” wasn’t the worst idea.

[noroi1000]

Your senpai will teach you (18+)

Summary: You caught your beloved senpai having sex and ran away. Because you couldn't stand how warm you felt right now.But your senpai knew something was wrong and he saw what you were doing in your room.Do you have to go to his room later?What do you have to earn to make them forget you were spying on them?

Warnings: NSFW (oral m! receiving; blowjob; deep throat) SatoSugu sex.

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The first time you saw something like this, you blushed and walked away from there so as not to disturb them.

Then you saw your dark-haired senpai kneeling in front of the white-haired one sitting on the chair. His head was thrown back with red cheeks as his chest heaved at a rapid pace.

You were looking for them. And you heard their voices in the room. But you never go right in. You opened the door slightly to see if it was them.

And you saw this scene.

For a moment you wondered what was going on and why your senpai was kneeling in front of the other one. But then he lowered his head and you saw the length of Gojo's uniform pants glistening in his saliva.

Reddened and wet. Certainly tough.

Gojo's cheeks pink as he looked down with slightly half-closed eyes. On Geto when he sucked his tip.

But then you saw how your senpai's face changed and he moaned as Geto put it in his mouth harder and its entire length entered his throat.

You saw how his head was thrown back as he breathed. You also saw the dark haired man's throat move as he swallowed around him. Sweat ran down his face.

He swallowed curse Ball. Whiteman's dick is not terrible for him.

He doesn't have a gag reflex because he's used to swallowing Balls.

You saw his head move as he placed his hands on White Hair's lap. Moving his lips over his cock at a delicious pace for them.

You took a step back from the door but couldn't stop staring. Because you were focused on Gojo-senpai's nice looking face. And the way you think his very large penis disappeared into his boyfriend's mouth.

You know they are together. Even though they are still considered best friends. Their relationship is much closer. And you could experience it with your own eyes. You could have seen it.

Your senpai you admire so much and listen to everything they ask you, now having sex with each other. You don't mind it, but you never thought you'd see it.

You were the shyest of them all there. They said you are their shy and kawaii kohai. Because you were so shy they thought it was cute.

You listened to them because you should listen to your elders. Plus, they were your senpai, so they'll teach you something. Yes it is always. The younger ones can learn something from senpai.

That's why you listened to them.

You were so innocent to them. Maybe even a little gullible at times? But you were the cutest. And they loved that you were like that.

Because they could be like that with you with impunity.

Because you will be lovely with them endlessly.

Besides, you couldn't say you don't like your senpai. You had a crush on them... That's why you were there all the time, and you couldn't take your eyes off what they looked like.

Especially when Geto-senpai swallowed as Gojo-senpai moaned louder. He came down his throat, didn't he?

Your face was all red as you couldn't look away. Your thighs clenched as you felt an unpleasant sensation of warmth and tingling in between.

Your eyes watched intently as Whiteman's softening length is pulled from his throat and falls low between his legs as he pants.

And then, when Geto stood up with a smile and ran his thumb over his lips, you ran away with a big blush.

You just saw your senpai do it, right? How your senpai sucks the other senpai's dick, right?

You were supposed to be innocent! What if they find out? They'll think you're not innocent... You didn't want to see it... But you also don't regret seeing it...

The wetness between your thighs is a perfect indication of that.

You got excited watching your senpai do it...

You should be ashamed of it. At least you thought so. Because that's not normal.

You groaned, there was nothing wrong with that. It was the first time you saw something like this. The first time you saw a penis... You were a freshman... They're older than you...

What if they knew their shy kohai caught them? What would they do?

They knew something was wrong.

There are a lot of fly heads in the forest around the school. That's why it wasn't a problem for Geto to catch one and plant it invisible to keep an eye on you.

Then there was something strange. Because you walked quickly to your room, and when you did, you immediately closed the door and lay down on the bed.

And his little curse saw your fingers slide into your wet panties.

Just by the sight of the curse in his eyes, he felt his length harden in his pants.

Who would have thought that an innocent kohai like you would lay on the bed and start masturbating.

You must have seen something. You were so wet that was for sure.

And then he heard you moan the word "senpai". And then he had no doubts.

He called you a moment later when he pointed out his crotch to the white-haired man in the corridor.

They started going to the dorms.

"Hello, (y/n)-chan." He said into the device when you answered.

"S-Senpai." you murmured. "Do you need something?"

"Something's wrong? You sound like you're panting. Do you have training?" he asked, laughing on the other end of the phone.

"...Yeah..."

"Oh, (y/n)-chan... It's not nice to lie."

You widened your eyes.

"G-Geto-senpai?"

"Come on. If we need help, you help us. You could have asked us for help."

You didn't know what he was talking about.

Or rather, you wanted to think you didn't know.

Because you understand what he might be talking about.

"Wha–."

"Look in the corner of the room. Over the wardrobe." He said interrupting you. A cocky smile played on his lips as the two walked down the dorm corridor.

You looked there very slowly to see a very small must's head. It looked like a very tiny jellyfish.

Once you realized what just happened, you clenched your thighs together with a huge blush on your face.

You were so ashamed. So humiliated.

You pulled your legs up to your chest and felt your jaw tremble.

"I'm sorry senpai... I just... I'm sorry..." you mumbled.

"It's okay (y/n)-chan. I had to do it since you were spying on us. You are now forgiven. But everyone has the right to feel good. And we want to feel it."

You could literally feel them both smiling.

"So, for a mutual favor, we'll forget about it, okay?"

"Once we start playing with her, we won't stop, and you know it very well." The White Haired man laughed softly, saying it to Geto. So that you wouldn't hear.

The boy in the bun put his finger to his lips to show him to be quiet.

"Mutual favor?"

"We'll teach you something. And in return you will forget what you saw. All right?"

You sighed with relief. Will they teach you something? Will it be like when they taught you to play a very hard game?

"Okay... Senpai."

"Good. Come to my room in half an hour."

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You dragged your feet with slightly pink cheeks as you made your way down the hall.

You knew which room it was.

But what happened was overwhelming. They saw you that you saw them... And then they caught you masturbating...

Your hand hovers next to the door as you wonder if you should knock.

But when you found courage, the door in front of you suddenly opened and an invisible force suddenly pulled you inside and the door closed.

"The lesson starts now. Come here." Gojo called you as he extended his hand to you.

However, you widened your eyes and blushed a deep pink as you saw in front of his face a large, swollen penis protruding from Geto's body.

"Don't be shy. Even if it's so sweet. There is nothing you can be scared."

His tongue was pulled out of his mouth as he licked the bottom of the length to show you this.

His fingers wrapped around the shaft as he wrapped his mouth around the tip with his eyes on yours. You saw the dark haired man's happy smile as he did it.

"You see? Nothing wrong. And that's what we want to teach you." He laughed as he pulled the mushroom-like tip out of his mouth.

"T-Teach?" You tightened hands on your skirt.

"Aww, you're so innocent and sweet. But even if you're so innocent and cute, you should know how to blowjob your senpai, right?"

Your cheeks turned the strongest shade of red possible. If it were possible, your face would have burned already.

"Come on, that'll be good for you." your body was pulled by that invisible force again, and losing your balance, you fell towards Geto-senpai who was sitting on the bed.

Gojo used his Jujutsu to do that, right?

Your arms fell to his thigh. And you know that Gojo directed your body this way on purpose.

The warm and sticky length of your senpai's saliva touched your neck.

And then you felt a large hand gently pulling you up, and now you were kneeling steady. But your body was still leaning forward.

Geto held your chin with his fingers and placed the tip on your cheek with his other hand. You closed your left eye as his length lay beneath it.

"It looks even prettier than when I do the same with Satoru." He laughed and smeared his boyfriend's saliva on your cheek.

They were a couple. But they both had a soft spot for you. That's why they wanted to develop your relationship.

"I should be offended now and leave." The white-haired man grunted, but then looked at you from the dark-haired man's perspective. "But she really looks so innocent with a big dick pressed against her cheek. I want to see more."

"Will you be her teacher?" he asked. "I will be the teaching material. She will try on me."

"As long as you teach her to swallow a whole dick on mine other time."

"Fine."

Gojo knelt in front of him and pulled you to be next to him.

"Take it in your hand." He pointed to you.

You looked at them with scared eyes.

"We had a deal. We'll forget it if you let us teach you something. You always listen to us so carefully. You are a good student. Then we'll teach you how to give us blowjobs. This will be your invaluable lesson." Geto explained to you.

Your hand was suddenly caught gently by the white-haired hand.

And you let him guide your hand to his length.

And you wrapped your fingers around his circumference, feeling his skin throbbing.

"Satoru has already started, so it will be easier for you."

"Look. See the length first. Add some saliva on the bottom."

His hand lifted his length, and he encouraged you to move closer to him. You placed your lips on his balls, kissing the heaviness lightly.

Gojo placed the entire length of it on your face. And they both felt immense satisfaction seeing the tip of it almost above your forehead.

"Now put your tongue on the underside." You stuck out your tongue, feeling the veins sticking out there. "Good girl. Now lick all the way to the tip."

You obediently moved your tongue upwards until you reached the bulge.

"Lick side." he ordered.

You did as he said with the tip of your tongue.

"Use all the language."

He pressed your face closer, making your tongue flatten out.

Innocently, like a kitten, you licked his skin.

"And now look. Time for another stage." he said before moving closer to you.

Geto sat silently watching you next to his erection.

"Do what I'm going to do now."

His mouth opened wide to take in his broad head, and he stuffed as much as he could into his mouth. He grabbed the rest with one hand and massaged it.

As you watched the shaft disappear into your senpai's pink lips, you felt yourself getting wet again.

And he released the tip with a loud pop sound.

"Your turn."

You replaced his larger hand, and hesitantly took the tip between your lips.

Slightly moving your head up and down, you saw Gojo's head lying on the dark-haired man's thigh and looking at your work.

Gojo made it very easy for you. Because Geto was about to orgasm when you came.

His thigh muscles twitched as he reached for your head and ran his fingers through your hair.

"Try to suck him a little."

You did as he said, and a moment later you heard a low moan as his fingers tightened around your head.

A warm, thick liquid spilled into your mouth.

You instinctively wanted to move away, but Gojo massaged your back reassuringly.

His hand gripped yours as he began to massage shaft with you as Suguru finished in your mouth.

Until at some point you pulled it out, but you left him the opportunity to put the tip on your cheek.

Drops of his semen flowed from his cock onto your skin as you blushed to let it. One hand held the leg of his pants while you clenched your thighs.

"Show your tongue." The white-haired crooned.

You hesitantly showed him your tongue covered in white. You didn't know whether to spit it out or swallow it.

But they were rushing with an answer for you.

And at the same time they told you to swallow.

You forced his cum down your throat. Your head was gently stroked by Geto.

"You are wonderful."

"Geto-senpai..."

"Call me Suguru or just Senpai when we do this."

You nodded your head slightly as they treated you very gently.

"(y/n)-chan, we won't reveal what happened here. But you must agree that we will continue to teach you."

"Senpai, teach?" You looked at them as Gojo wiped the white off your cheek.

"We will teach you to take pleasure and give pleasure." Suguru said as he sat on the bed, his soft cock between his knees. "Our beloved kohai must have pleasure from us, right?"

"We will teach you to give it to us and to receive it from us. And since you learn so quickly and well, we're going to have fun. Maybe next time we'll teach you how to handle two dicks at once? Or we'll teach you to moan very loudly when one of us eat you. There's so much we'll teach you, baby. But on the condition that what we taught you will only be used with us." Satoru added.

"You can study with your Senpai and then play only with your Senpai, right? Only us. Okay, (y/n)-chan? We love you so much."

Your cheeks were caught by Gojo when Geto said that.

And when you nodded your head, he praised you.

"What a good kohai we got. So sweet and perfect. An excellent student. And now to sign our contract."

His lips pressed against yours and he pulled you into a very demanding kiss that had you grabbing his sleeves. To later do the same with Geto.

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[lunarpeonie]

life with poly!geto and gojo

poly!geto and gojo argue about which side of the bed they sleep on, always with you in the middle. neither of them ever wants to sleep on the side closest to the bedroom door. satoru complains that it’s because he can feel the draft and suguru wants to be able to see the door if an intruder somehow sneaks in (unlikely).

poly!geto and gojo who like to do home improvement projects within your apartment while you’re away at work, but always make more of a mess than what they started with.

one day you came home to your two lovers in the living room, satoru standing on a ladder and suguru supervising from the floor. satoru was fiddling with the white metal air conditioning vent that was now hanging loosely from the ceiling. (not how it was when you left for work in the morning)

“what are you doing?” you can’t help the words that spill from your mouth, worried that this is going to be another expensive call to the handyman.

“weeeeeell,” satoru starts, “the vent looked a little crooked so suguru and I decided (a subtle protest came from the floor “no satoru decided”) to try and straighten it out, but I accidentally ripped it out of the wall” he says this with a bashful smile with a faint blush on his cheeks.

a sigh mixed with a laugh filters through your lips as you look at suguru. his eyes twinkle with adoration toward satoru, neither of you immune to his antics. he so desperately wanted to be the person that could do it all.

“I already called the handyman, he’ll be here in an hour.” your inky haired boyfriend laughs.

poly!geto and gojo who show their affection in different ways. satoru is touchy feely, always hanging off of you when he’s near. a hand on your thigh, arm resting on your shoulders, arms laced around your waist, somehow someway he’s going to be touching you. suguru likes to show his affection in subtle acts of service and gifts. he’ll buy a case of your favorite soda when he’s grocery shopping (even though he’s been trying to wean you and satoru off the sugar), wash the dishes even though it’s your turn, or let you have the remote when you’re watching tv on the couch.

poly!geto and gojo who are kept up throughout the misty late nights, twilight darkness outside of your windows, whispering over your sleeping form in hushed tones about their fears of protecting you. the title of the strongest duo attracted many dangers and who better to target to injure them deep into the core of their souls than you? you had attended jujutsu high with them, become a sorcerer and continued missions, but didn’t show anything close to the promise that either man did. you were a grade 2, and you were okay with that. your lovers were too, understanding that you had no desire to move up in the ranks. however, they couldn’t stop the visions of fallen comrades, substituted for your face, flashing through their closed eyes after a rough day. those nights, your boys held you extra tight.

I’m absolutely making this a series, this was so fun to write ( ˘ ³˘)♥

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HIS SISTER | PROLOGUE

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Series Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue

Pairing:

Poly!SatoSugu x Toji'sSister!OC

Summary:

A story about Tenka Zenin, the little sister of the man dubbed as the “Sorcerer Killer'' - Toji Fushiguro. Just like Toji, she is also blessed, or cursed based on how the Zenin clan sees it, with heavenly restriction.

Content:

Toji sibling fluff to angst, No SatoSugu yet, The Zenin clan being shit

Word Count:

2,059 words

A/n: feel free to request AUs for this through the asks :> if you want to be tagged for this story just leave a comment or ask

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Ten years after Toji Zenin was born, came a little girl. She was named Tenka - meaning heaven and flower. The clan hoped she would be better than her brother but to their disappointment, it was another failure. The Zenin clan all thought that except one - her brother. While the rest of the clan looked at her as another stain to their name, her brother saw otherwise.

At first, Toji just pitied the pile of flesh that was unfortunately born into the vile clan. But when he held her for the very first time, it was also the first time Tenka ever opened her eyes. Toji feared that she would cry the second she saw him but to his surprise, she giggled as she reached out her dainty little hands to him. It was at that moment that Toji saw her as his light.

Life was not kind to the two siblings as they suffered from the constant berating insults of their own clansmen and the disappointed stares of their parents. Although that did not matter as long as they had each other by their side. Unbeknownst to them, their time together would be cut short on his 14th birthday.

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"Aniki!" The 4-year-old girl shouted as she ran into her brother's arms. "Look! I made you a flower crown made from the Azlea flowers that grew in the gardens for your birthday!" Tenka beamed at her older brother, proud of the gift she made him. Toji chuckled at his sister, grateful that she remembered his birthday. It wasn’t common for him to be noticed but that was one thing Tenka never failed to do; after all, they were each others’ world.

They walked through the clan grounds as Tenka babbled to Toji about random stuff she thought of. The sun soon set and painted the sky with hues of gold. Toji stopped by the stairs and sat on them while they watched the sunset.

"Aniki? What's your wish?"

Toji's eyes widened. No one has ever asked him what he wished for on his birthday or even any day. For once in his life, someone bothered to know what he wanted. He softly patted his sister's head and spoke. "I wish to see you happy and safe Tenten." Silence swept the air as the siblings didn't bother to speak a single word and enjoyed the peace, but little did they know it would soon be ripped away from them.

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The eerie silence cuts through the night as an unknown man spoke with the head of the Zenin Clan - the father of Toji and Tenka.

“We’ll pay you any amount you want. All we need is the kid with the heavenly restriction.” 

“You can have the girl. She has no use for us anyways.”

The two men shook hands and sealed the deal that would forever change the lives of the two siblings for the rest of their life.

“Let go! Help me! Aniki! Please let go of me!” The cries of the young girl were left unheard as she was dragged away from the place she called home by men she knew nothing about. Marks of blood were left with every step she took from her wounded feet. Tenka struggled and tugged her arm, trying to break free from their grasp but it was all rendered useless.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the estate, Toji lay restless on his bed. ‘Why do I feel like something is wrong…’ he thought. He tossed and turned but to no avail, he still felt wide awake. Minutes passed until he finally decided to take a walk and see if Tenka was awake. It was not out of the ordinary for Toji to feel sleepless at night, which is why he brushed his suspicions aside. Unfortunately, he was sorely mistaken.

The moment he reached Tenka’s room, he realized then and there that he should have trusted his instincts the moment he had it. The room was a mess - the picture frame that held a picture of Toji and Tenka was now shattered on the floor with blood staining it. It seemed as if someone stepped on the broken shards of glass. Having seen this, Toji was now in a panic.

‘What happened?’

‘Where is Tenka?’

‘Is she safe?’

All these questions swirled inside the mind of the 14-year-old boy. Toji never feared anything - not his clan, not his brother, and not even his father, but for the first time in his life, he was terrified. He ran out of the room shouting his sister’s name, not caring whether or not he was bothering the people in the estate. He searched for hours but he never found her. He knew that his last resort in finding his sister was asking his father. He knocked on his father’s study and to his surprise, he was still awake.

“Come in.” a gruff voice came from behind the door.

Toji never liked his father and neither did Tenka but unlike her, Toji never hid his hatred for the man. The two glared at each other the moment Toji stepped in the room. Toji wasted no time and asked. “Where is Tenka?” Their father sipped on his tea, simply glared through his cup. Toji, irritated by his actions, jogged to his father and slammed his hands on the desk. “Answer me old man! Where the hell is Tenka?!” The older man set his cup down and stood up. “I sold her. She was useless anyways.” He spoke as if the girl that was sold off wasn’t his daughter.

Toji stood there in disbelief. He looked at the man before him with pure resentment. “Well? I answered your question, now leave.” The man dismissed his son without even taking a glance at him. Toji left with a heavy heart. If only he listened to that voice in his head, and now he is forced to live a life without the one and only person he cared for.

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Screams and cries echoed through the room as men strapped down Tenka on a table. She thrashed as much as she could to try and escape her bindings but this all stopped once she felt a painful sting across her cheeks. Her hair was grabbed, forcibly turning her head toward her captor.

"Stop thrashing around little girl. You will never escape, for you will be my little secret weapon"

Tenka could only stare through her tears in horror at the madman who cackled about all the experiments he would do on her. All to form the deadliest human weapon in his disposal.She suddenly felt something pierce her neck and a groggy feeling washed over her body. No longer able to feel her limbs, Tenka had no choice but to slip into the inky void of unconsciousness.

For several years, Tenka was stuck in an endless cycle of suffering just so that she could be the perfect human weapon. The sorcerers that held her captive saw potential in a child that had heavenly restriction, especially one that had no cursed energy at all, because everything comes with a price. The price for having no cursed energy is heightened physical attributes. The group of sorcerers thought that the Zenin clan was stupid for ignoring the children that could open up new opportunities for them.

For days on end, they put Tenka into experiments that would leave her wishing to be in the arms of death. Dosing her with different kinds of poisons so that she could build immunity against it, grueling hours of harsh training that left her with large cuts and bruises, and even going so far as to give her meals that could rival the taste of wet rags covered in vomit. 

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It has been 9 years since Tenka was taken from her clan’s estate and it felt like she had gone through all the 9 rings of hell during those years. Until one day, it seemed as if the gods finally heard her prayers for the past years because they at last brought someone to get her out of the hellhole.

It happened after Tenka had gone through the day’s experiments. As she laid unmoving on the cold floor of her cell, she heard shouts and screams from outside her cell door. “Someone has breached the facility, all security personnel are requested at the ground level immediately!” Tenka heard a guy shout through the intercom. Tenka’s eyes widened to this information. She dragged her battered body near her door and started slamming her fist against the metal. She called out for help, shouting for someone to save her amidst the chaos, despite her dry throat already screaming for her to stop.

Suddenly the door opened and all hope in Tenka’s eyes faded as it was the man in charge of her experiments that stood in front of her. He grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up, a sadistic grin plastered on his face. “You really think you can escape me little girl?”. The man cackled as he threw her to the ground and looked down at her. “You will never leave this place until I’m done perfecting you! Never–!”. His words were cut short as a blunt side of a katana hit the back of his head knocking him out cold. 

Tenka looked in fear, unsure whether he had good intentions or not,  at the man that stood before her with katana in hand. He looked as if he was in his late 30’s. He had black hair with gray eyes and was dressed in a black button up paired with black slacks. He crouched down and reached out to her, only to pull away once Tenka flinched. “Hey kid, let’s get you home hm?” He smiled while reaching her hand out to her. Tenka, once hearing this, immediately hugged him and cried in her arms - thinking she was finally saved.

The man could only look at her in pity after seeing her current state. The man walked through the facility, removing anything in his path just to make sure he brought this kid out of the building and into safety.

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The middle aged man didn’t bother on reporting first to the higher ups about his mission. Making it his first priority to get home and take care of the girl. The moment he opened the door to his home, he was greeted by a gasp. His wife stood there in shock to see her husband carrying a wounded girl. She immediately rushed to them and ushered them in. “Oh my god! Is she alright? Are you injured?”. The man nodded. “I’m fine dear, but the girl… Can you help her?” He asked his wife, looking down at the child in his arms. The wife nodded and went to get supplies to help the young girl. The man walked to their spare room and laid the girl on the bed. He sat on a chair by the bedside, waiting for the woman to come in. The woman came rushing in and immediately tended to the girl. 

After tending the last of Tenka’s wounds, the woman sat and tried to talk to her husband on what happened to his mission. “Honey… What happened? Where did the girl come from?” she looked at him in concern as she put her hand on his thigh.

"I just found her there… they were keeping her – experimenting on her. Based on the files I got in their lab, it seems she has been there for 9 years, my love.." The man spoke in a sullen tone as pity paints over his wife's face. He gently but firmly held his wife's hand and looked her in the eyes. "Love.. you can say no to this but… is it okay for you to let us adopt her? This can also be a way for us to finally have the kid we always wanted…" His wife only smiled. "I'm fine with that, my love." The two looked at Tenka with a smile, ready to take care of her as if she was their own.

From that day forward, Tenka's life finally changed for the better. No longer will she wake up to the horrendous cycle she called life for the last 9 years as she was now with the two people who would bring her unconditional love and happiness.

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