#sashisu drabble

[ohimsummer]

✎ . . . WHAT A STEAL!

⭑ ࣪ ˖ sum’z notes.ᐟ not rlly any warnings i think!! basic sashisu x reader (suguru’s is prob a lil more obvious) u r just a victim of sashisu thievery 🫶🏾

SASHISU who steal your things.

your favorite pink beanie has gone missing. you wear it every time you go out, even around the house sometimes, but the hat has suddenly went MIA. last you saw, it was on your desk. and shoko was the last person in your room, but she doesn't seem to have your beloved hat. the four of you are heading out for brunch at some cafe satoru was going rabid about, so you don't want to keep them waiting over a beanie. it’s not until you settle for another and meet the trio at the door that you spot it on satoru’s head.

he doesn't show the slightest hint of guilt as you approach, in fact gojo acts like everything is normal. you'd find the sight of this 6 foot giant topped off with a baby pink beanie amusing if you weren't so annoyed in the moment.

“i have been looking all over for that!” you glare up at gojo, poking a finger in his chest.

and he just gives you a shit-eating grin. “oh, i know! looks like you finally found it, yeah?”

he thinks the little frown you give him is so cute, but gojo still pacifies your angry stare by engulfing you in his blue scarf. he taps a finger on your nose, and his eyes light up when you grin at him. you suppose this is a fair trade.

a brand new pair of pink slides that you just bought to wear around the house have suddenly disappeared clean from your bedroom. you wonder if you left them in shoko’s room, and search for her to ask.

“sho?” you call as you stick your head out onto the balcony. “have you seen my sandals?”

she’s leaning against the rail having a smoke, suguru sitting in one of the balcony chairs. your eyes gravitate to her feet as she asks, “which ones?”

‘which ones?’ you repeat mockingly in your head, staring at said shoes on her feet because she’s seemingly helped herself. along with a pair of your new socks, too, apparently?

"now, shoko-"

"okay, okay." she and suguru share delighted giggles. "can i wear them a little longer, until i finish this?" shoko lifts the glowing cigarette in her hand.

you huff, though unable to fight the way your lips curl up into a smile. "fine. i want them back right after, though. get your own slides."

she brushes you off with a turn of her head, giggling. "love you, y/n."

"yeah, yeah, whatever."

one. two.

one...two...

yep, one of your pillows is definitely missing.

it's not on the couch (like the last time gojo took it when he fell asleep there) and not in shoko's room (which you assume would make the most sense). you're headed to the guest room next to see if it's been misplaced there, but something feels off when you pass by suguru's open door. his eyes are on you as you step back for a doubletake, and find him relaxed atop a very out-of-place pink pillow on his black bedsheets.

"what, are your pillows not good enough?" hands falling to your hips, your head tilts, a brow raised at geto's unbothered reaction.

he replies with a languid smile. "i find yours a little more comfortable."

you hold your tongue on reminding him that you both went pillow-shopping together, so they're the same pillows. he holds his tongue on admitting that he also likes the way your scent calms his nerves and lulls him to sleep. you both decide it's not important, right now, anyway.

tagz: @anthoosies @staryukis @mysugu @hellkaiserinphoenix :3c

[enkvyu]

12:45am — gojo satoru ;

“cute earrings, where’d you get them?” shoko asks.

“hm?” still clinging to sleep, you absentmindedly reach up to caress the metal dangling from your ear. the sharp indents of its gem pricks you back into a memory. “oh, these. i got them from a friend last week.”

“friend? or do you mean boyfriend?”

shoko’s words are throwaway, her wandering eyes and yawn a clear indication yet your face warms despite yourself. shaking your head furiously, you exclaim, “a friend! just a friend."

shoko hums, shifting her cigarette to the other end of her mouth. her gaze flickers somewhere behind you and you almost look too, when her words pull you back. “come to think of it, i don’t think you’ve ever told me what your type was.”

“my type?” your mind blanks. “i’ve probably never told you because i’ve never thought about it myself. i mean, being a jujutsu sorcerer and all, romance is kind of off the table.”

shoko keeps looking at you, pressing you without words. you grimace and sigh.

"i mean, i guess, maybe someone good looking? someone who’s not boring? and now that we're talking about it, someone who is fit and athletic too. they'd have to be smart, but not book-smart, like, street-smart." the more you think of it, the more words seem to spill from your mouth. "and someone who has a good sense of humour, someone who will make me laugh.”

“someone good looking, interesting, sporty, smart and funny? that’s too greedy.”

you giggle. “you’re right, there’s no way there’s anyone that perfect. i guess i’ll have to be single forever.”

“you'll always have me.” shoko says, grinning.

you push her shoulder but don’t deny it.

yaga walks into the classroom, cutting your conversation short. you spin around in your seat to face the front, eyes accidentally meeting gojo’s. he turns around too, and you reason that he was probably looking out the window behind you. you see getou snicker and whisper something in his ear, but gojo seemed to be having none of it, blatantly ignoring him.

seeing his face makes you think. didn’t gojo kind of match your type? someone attractive, interesting, athletic and maybe not academic smart, but he definitely carried an air of confidence when it came to fighting. and it wasn't a secret that he lightened the air wherever he went, intentionally or not.

with a start, you look back at shoko. “and someone calm. someone with manners.”

“well-mannered and calm. what insane preferences.” shoko chuckles. “are there any more?"

yaga slams his hand on the table a few times, reluctantly drawing your attention back to the front.

your previous conversation dies and twiddles away into the background, overtaken by droning lectures and predictable missions. by the end of the day, you can't even remember what you had told shoko early that morning.

when you enter the classroom the next day, you’re surprised to find gojo already there, seated at his table. his sunglasses hangs lower on his nose than usual and most curiously of all, a book is held in his hands. you’re not sure if he’s actually reading or not considering that pages were being turned far too quickly for someone reading “ordinary objects” by amie thomasson.

his eyes flicker to yours as you head in. “good morning.”

“morning. what’s with you?”

gojo clears his throat. “what ever do you mean?”

your frown transitions to a grimace. “why are you talking like that? did you break something of mine? was it my potted plant, gojo i told you to take good care of it!”

“i am taking care of it! it’s not dead yet!” he exclaims before pausing uncharacteristically. he sits back in his chair and turns back to his book. “i mean, it’s fine.”

“you sure?”

“i am.”

you narrow your eyes before looking away, dropping into your seat. “it better be. shoko got me that one.”

“speaking of shoko, is she not coming today?”

“i think she stayed overnight at the morgue.”

“is that so? perhaps i should write notes for her. i wouldn’t want her to miss out on class.”

you turn to him horrified. “so you did kill my plant!”

“i said it’s not dead!” gojo bursts. another pause. he clears his throat, adjusting his glasses. “i simply worry for her.”

you stare at him and watch as he fidgets under your gaze. “are you feeling sick? did you eat something wrong?”

“i’m not sick. what part of me looks sick?"

“well you’re usually not this…” you watch him as you wrack your brain, trying to find a word to describe this situation. “c…”

gojo leans forward. “yes?”

“crazy.”

he falls back in his chair, groaning, book forgotten and placed harshly down on the table.

you tilt your head. “where's getou, you guys didn’t come to class together? don’t tell me you fought.”

gojo peers up and frowns. “no, can i not show up to class early just because i feel like it?”

“it would be extremely out of character, yeah.” you rest your chin on your hand as you watch gojo mutter to himself, his jaw jutted out and his nose scrunched.

he was clearly unhappy, it didn’t take a scholar to know. it might take a genius to figure out why though.

you had time to kill, might as well take up the challenge. maybe he hadn’t had his morning dose of sugar yet, or maybe his favourite anime had delayed it’s upcoming episode. maybe he didn't save properly on the new game he was playing, or maybe he simply didn't sleep well last night. or maybe he had lied to you and he had fought with getou, leading to this strange attitude.

the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. the way he was acting now was like a mockery to getou's usual behaviour.

“are you trying to be like getou?” you try.

gojo whirs around to face you. “what?”

“well, you’re trying to be composed.” he keeps staring at you and you clear your throat. “like more well-mannered. more calm.”

gojo remains silent but you watch as his jaw drops. you think that he might say something but then his mouth closes, only to open again.

gojo speechless, what a sight. but as good of a sight as it was, you were beginning to feel concerned.

“are you sure you’re alright? what did you eat yesterday?”

he doesn’t register your question. “you think getou is well-mannered?”

“yeah?”

“and calm?”

you nod. “more than you, at least.”

“do you think he’s interesting too? sporty? smart? funny?” he pauses. “good-looking?”

the questions throw you off guard and you sit up. “what? where is this coming from?”

“oh my god, you do.”

“no? i mean, i think getou’s great and everything—”

“you think getou’s great?”

“don’t you?”

“you think getou’s hot.” he concludes. “and you think getou’s great.”

"what are you even saying?"

"i don't know. why don't you tell me?"

baffled, you flail for words. “are you jealous of him? that's strange, i didn’t think either of you would ever feel jealous of each other.”

gojo grits his teeth and looks away. with a pout, he says, “me neither.”

the door to the classroom is thrown open and getou steps through, rubbing the back of his neck. he yawns on his way to his chair and it wakes him up, looking between you and gojo as you both watch him enter.

“what did you guys do?” he asks with a sigh.

“nothing!”

“nothing.” gojo says and glares at him.

getou blinks.

“okay.” he says slowly, sliding out his chair and sitting. “what did i do then? why are you both looking at me like that?”

“gojo’s being weird.” you snitch. “are you guys fighting?”

“how should i know? i thought we were doing okay. gojo, if i did something, use your words and tell me.”

"i'll use my words to tell you to suck my dick instead."

"so i did do something. you're so predictable, gojo."

you snicker as gojo huffs and glances away, looking away out the window behind your head. his train of sight cuts right past you but you can’t help but feel slightly flustered as he looks on, almost like he was looking at you, so determined to ignore getou’s pestering.

subconsciously, you drown getou out too, your traitorous mind observing the blue in gojo’s eyes. you had always thought it was just one colour, but looking at it now, it seemed more like a kaleidoscope of blues, the many shades sparkling and dimming as he watched birds flutter outside the window, and you watched their shadows through his eyes.

something shifts, in the air or in the skies you don't know, and gojo meets your eye. startled, you hold the gaze and he holds it too, just long enough for your lungs to run out of air.

you look away hastily and inhale.

gojo glances to the front, oddly fidgety.

getou looks between the two of you. “what the fuck was that?”

“nothing.” gojo says.

getou clearly doesn't buy it but though he tries to get an answer out of you, you don't give him one either. cupping your cheeks, your thoughts mirror his question. what was that? it was embarrassing, that's what it was and your realisation is only heightened as a silence fills all four corners of the classroom.

gojo clears his throat. “for me, i like someone who i'm already comfortable with. someone i already know.”

at his words, you look over at him and find him already staring. he frowns as you don't give him any other reaction.

yaga saves you from addressing his statement, walking into the room as the bell for class rang. "oh? you're all early, even you gojo. where's shoko?"

“she’s staying at the morgue because of the recent mission.”

“i see.” yaga nods. “then let’s start.”

your mind fails to work as you turn over gojo’s words, thinking them through. what did they mean? what was he talking about? did this weird confession have something to do with why he was acting so strange?

slowly, you draw connections between your conversation with gojo and the talk you had with shoko yesterday morning. an epiphany shoots through you and you cover your mouth to hide a gasp.

did that mean…?

someone he knew? acting strange? getting mad when you said you liked getou?

you watch gojo’s side profile, hoping he’d turn around. if what you thought was right, he’d turn.

seconds tick past. yaga’s voice drawls on and yet gojo doesn't even spare you a glance.

no, maybe you were wrong after all.

just as you were about to face yaga again, gojo’s head shifts and his eye flicks over to yours. they widen when he finds you, and you’re sure you’re in a similar shocked state.

oh my god, you think, eyes darting between him and the other boy in the room.

gojo has a crush on getou.

filler imagine based off of that One scene from the manga: "megane tokidoki yankee kun"

[satoruxx]

just saying shoko would be the type of girl to hold your face in both her palms when she kisses you, her fingers brushing over the swell of your cheeks. occasionally she’ll hum and chuckle against your mouth because god are you sweet when you’re all caught off guard and flustered.

while suguru would be the type to put his large palm around the back of your neck, gently tugging your face forward until his lips are on yours—all the while letting his thumb rub over your jaw. his touches are so gentle and yet so sure, and somehow you find yourself nestled in his lap as he continues to kiss you.

but satoru would be the type to tangle his fingers in your hair, wild and messy and yet still somehow soft. his lips are eager as his hands brush strands away from your face at first, before he finally threads them through your hair firmly—doesn’t want you getting away until he’s had enough of you.

[s4toryuu]

12:37 am — gojo satoru; sashisu

gojo satoru refuses to drink his medicine…

reblog to help gojo get better

out of everything you could call satoru, you think dramatic takes the top spot. so when you wake up in the middle of the night, you listen out for what could possibly have waken you up.

“koff! koff! UGH!” you recognized gojo’s voice from the dorm building behind yours.

oh my fucking god. you sighed. that morning, that idiot had to get sent to his dorm because he kept coughing every time yaga spoke. he sneezed and sniffled, so you assumed that he was actually ill and didn’t just decide to up his antics for no reason. besides, he was a little quieter than usual today.

you got up to put on a jacket and practically stomped to gojo’s dorm, where you were met with his open door and geto standing against the door frame.

“satoru, I told you the medicine wouldn’t be as effective later on.” geto sighed. you noticed his socks. they were pastel with characters on them. you ignored it to yell at who probably gave it to him.

“gojo! if you’re gonna cough just cough! you don’t have to yell after!” you said before sliding one of gojo’s slippers. there that idiot was, laying down faced up with arms stiff on his side and his comforter raised up to his chin. “are you playing dead?”

gojo groaned. “guys.” he sniffled. “I think this is it for me. suguru, I always loved you. y/n, I did steal your marshmallows last movie night. shoko—where’s shoko?” he looked up, illness suddenly voided for a second until shoko appears behind you. her dorm is a couple doors from yours after all. the snow-haired drama queen’s head fell back on his pillow and his sickness returned.

“eh, what?” she muttered to him before stepping inside. gojo started coughing again.

“are you contagious?” you asked before shifting away from gojo’s bed. geto took the medicine he got from gojo’s counter and placed it on the latter’s nightstand.

shoko walked over and sat on his bed. she placed her hand on gojo’s forehead before snickering. “you’re burning up. you really are gonna die.” she laughed.

you all chuckled, except gojo who whined again. “can’t you use reverse cursed technique on me shoookooo…”

“nope. I’ve only done it on physical injuries. why won’t you just drink the medicine?” she took the plastic little spoon and wiggled it to gojo’s face for emphasis.

gojo screwed his eyes shut and shook his head like a child. “don’t wanna.” if it wasn’t 12:37am on a school night you might’ve found it adorable.

“you might really die, satoru.” geto shot from the foot of gojo’s bed. he definitely woke up from his coughing and subsequent yelling, seeing as geto’s room is right next to gojo’s.

the next morning after your first class, the three of you gathered in the cafeteria and geto stirred up a plan.

“he’s probably not drinking it because he thinks it’s bitter.” you conclude.

suguru sipped on his tea. “ah, I know. that’s why I got the honey flavor version.”

“how are we gonna force him to drink it? it’s not like we can force feed it to him.” shoko shook her lollipop. you were just glad it wasn’t a cigarette.

“he’ll just turn on his infinity. I think we have to ambush him.” you laughed at the image.

“geto, summon a cursed spirit to hold him down.” shoko joked.

the cold breeze practically slapped you while walking to the dorms. geto was sure your victim was still asleep. he had the spare key when you thought to take off your shoes for maximum stealth. the two followed.

geto stood in front of the door to block the light while you and shoko slithered in. it was dark except for the nightlight by satoru’s night stand. you could make out the important things. the untouched medicine, and gojo sprawled over his bed under his sheets. he faced the left side cuddling a pillow. tissues filled the trash can dragged by his bed and some on the floor. poor kid.

geto tiptoed to the other side of the bed where satoru was faced while shoko prepared the poison. you got in position across geto and stifled a laugh at shoko trying to break the seal as quiet as possible. she tiptoed next to you and nodded to geto.

“satoru” geto called out. “satoru, wake up.”

“sugu…” gojo whined. he didn’t open his eyes. geto gestured for the syrup-filled spoon. shoko handed it to him promptly and again, you stifled a laugh at your plan.

“satoru-kun. aaah,” geto opened his mouth. geto using “-kun” was too funny.

surprisingly, satoru opened his mouth slightly too. what the hell? this wasn’t even part of the plan. suguru took the spoon to satoru’s mouth.

shit, it would probably just spill out with the way he was faced, you realized. you lunged to push satoru’s shoulder to the right so that he would face up. you decided him choking on it was better than it spilling. because that way it would at least get in his mouth.

gojo woke up. he made eye contact with you and immediately tried to get up. he moved his hand to push yours off but you held his shoulders down with your weight and geto got all the syrup in.

“MMGHFHG!” gojo yelled with his mouth closed. he struggled against you, and you gave it 5 seconds before his strength took over and even less before he activated infinity.

“geto!” you called and he took over your hold on sicko’s shoulders.

gojo started kicking, and you straddled his shins.

“swallow!” geto exclaimed as gojo tried to push his hands off. shit, this wouldn’t work.

“geto! get on!” you yelled and geto straddled gojo’s stomach.

“swallow it!” suguru grabbed gojo’s arms and held them against the bed by his head.

“HHNGNGGHH!” satoru shook his head.

“satoru! it’s honey flavored!” geto argued.

shoko laughed and you heard her camera shutter. she stood far enough to snap a picture and you realized what it looked like. you were straddling gojo’s calves while suguru was straddling gojo’s, uh… lower stomach with his hands pinned by his head.

then, as if on queue, the door opened. your heads snapped to the door and you saw your sweet (to you, at least) junior nanami for about .7 seconds before the door closed again.

you flew off of gojo’s calves. “nanami! wait!”

this ended with a lot more stsg than I thought lol

[s7toru]

“so, you’re going then?”

gojo looks back at you, throwing the other end of his scarf around his neck. you’d told him christmas eve would be cold and though something like the weather would never be enough to kill him, you fear touching his body and finding it icy. 

his smile is bright, all teeth. “of course! i have to.”

you curl your fingers into the bedsheets where they still radiate his warmth and it's almost enough to convince you this was any other morning, simply watching your lover leave for work. but if this was truly any other day, you would be sure of his return. 

“you look like you have something to say.” he notices. “say it.”

“i don’t want you to go.”

your confession doesn’t shock him. “personal feelings?”

though it had taken you courage to speak your selfish request, gojo dismisses it with humour immediately. worry spins the frustration in your stomach into red hot anger, and then cools into realisation. 

he’s just deflecting. 

you push yourself up off the mattress and walk over, reaching out to fix the scarf loosely hung around his neck. this wasn't a bad omen, everything will be ok. 

“you look silly.” you tell him instead. 

“you’re the one that insisted i wear this. it’s bright red, sukuna’s gonna see me from a mile away.”

“it only looks silly because you didn’t tuck it in right.” 

you make slow work of the scarf, intentionally playing with the loose yarn on both ends between your fingers, feeling the memories woven into the material. 

when gojo was sealed, your days bled grey. there was very little you remember of that time, those droning nineteen days, barely living and barely awake. the school couldn’t contact you, the ringer on your phone not any louder than the rushing thoughts in your head. moving through each waking hour with insincere actions, dreading the return to your static apartment though it was no better than surrounding yourself with friends. how come they were here, but he wasn’t?

and when fate graced you with sleep, you could almost imagine the smell of him, the feeling of his hair between your fingertips, the soft kisses he’d leave about your sleeping face, his annoying giggle as you aroused slowly from your slumber. your eyes would open yet when you wiped the sleep from your eyes, there would be no one there.

“do you think you could tie my scarf any slower?” gojo remarks, eying your masterpiece. “i wonder if it’s possible.”

“babe.” you sigh, sliding your fingers down to the hem of his shirt, fiddling with the fabric. “please, can we be serious for a second?”

his hand comes up and pauses over yours, scratching you with his calluses. “i don’t think i have time to undress right now, i’ve got to save the world and everything.” 

you pause, leveling him with a stare. “hey.”

“okay, sorry.” he gives you a lop-sided grin, observing the sight of you looking so small and unsure. you hesitate your gaze around his eyes, fearful in finding what’s there. “are you worried about me? you know you don’t have to be.”

“i wish i wasn’t, it’s clearly wasted on you.”

“don’t say that like it’s a bad thing, you can use that time to feel something else. like immense gratitude that i’m your boyfriend.” 

“i just know your arrogance will be your downfall.”

“since when were you a fortune teller?” he reaches for your hand and traces the lines on your palm.

“gojo.”

dropping it immediately, he places his hands in the air. “ok! i’m serious now, i swear. god forbid i make a joke.” 

your eyes crease as you frown. 

gathering the strength to confront him, you pull your eyes to meet his, intending to scold him for being so relaxed when your pulse was pounding in your head, but his gaze was as empty as the abyss. the corners of his mouth trembles slightly, hand seeking comfort by wrapping around your waist and the cold of his skin shocks you. before you say anything, his smile lowers into something sadder. 

the sight pushes you over the edge and whatever mental fortitude you built against the fierce currents of reality comes bursting apart, tumbling just to wash away and he catches you in his arms, holding you in an embrace that’s far too fragile to belong to the stronger sorcerer. 

gojo breathes in the scent of you cradled in his arms, eyes squeezed tight to forever engrave this very moment in his memory. if he was to die, he’d like his last thought to be you. 

your breath shakes against hurried gasps. “this isn’t fair, i can’t lose you again, you just came back to me.”

his arms hold you tighter, pressing you into his chest. “you’re not losing me again, i promise.”

“liar.” you whisper. sorrow molds into hatred, not at gojo, but at the cruelty of fate to mismatch your timelines such that they never meet for long. “liar! you’re walking to your death and you know it! you think i wasn’t there when you came back practically a walking zombie? you had half your face blown of, and to a non-sorcerer at that! this is the king of curses we’re talking about, you’re, i’m—!”

it might have been better if he argued, if he told you that you’re wrong, but his silence stops you. 

“i can’t lose you too.” you finally admit. when you close your eyes, the scene where all four of you still remain mocks you from afar. one by one, you feel their red strings cut away from your own, forever out of reach. and though you stayed working in the shell of where those memories once took place, the eerie feeling that things will never be the same again clung like a persistent ache. 

“you won’t.”

“liar.”

gojo’s breath tickles your skin as he exhales. “i’m sorry.” 

“tell me i’m wrong.”

“you won’t believe me.”

your fingers dig into his clothes, enough to leave a mark. “tell me anyway.” 

he kisses you on the top of your head. “i’ll be back.”

your reply comes through gritted teeth. “you promise?”

you feel him hum rather than hear it, ear pressed against his chest to listen to the erratic thumping of his heart. 

“i have to go.” he kisses you again as if to lessen the punch to your stomach.

slowly, surely, you loosen your hold on him and pull away. the sudden lack of warmth is your first taste of his absence, and the smile he gives you is just as bittersweet. your hands find the ends of the scarf once more, looping it once and then once again around his neck, letting it hang loosely down the sides. 

when gojo returns, his skin is just as cold, clammy even. you feel the slick of sweat as you wrap your arms around him, screaming your sorrows into the cavity in his chest. he’s still wearing that irritating smile on his face, the one you’ve woken up to so many times before, but the sound of his laughter is a memory you won’t relive again. his palms still spell out his love life, of a short passionate affection that forks suddenly, one line longer than the other and your fingers can still trace the calluses lining his hand. he’s as you remember, exactly as he was the morning he left you. 

when gojo comes back to you, he’s still wearing red around his neck. 

[blissfullyabsurd]

*sigh* i can’t stop thinking about satosugu. satosugu calling eachother every second they’re not with the other. talking for hours. falling asleep to each others voices. memorising the others vending machine order. geto getting extra sweets for gojo. casual touches. leaning onto the other, no questions asked. nightly walks after a particularly rough mission. gojo comforting geto after having to absorb a nasty curse. geto soothing gojos thoughts whenever the pressure gets too much. the first time one of them stays over night in the others room. the awkwardness of the days after that, neither of them knowing the source. their first kiss after a long night of talking and joking around. soft lips on lips. the taste of giddy excitement. how everything is different and just like it used to be both at the same time. they don’t have to explain themselves. to anyone. they’re geto and gojo. nothing else to it.

geto staring at rikos unmoving body and realising the meaning of this sight. having no time to mourn his best friend. fight after fight. gojo is alive but geto can’t escape the inevitable. their time together is limited. constant solo missions. never seeing the other. day after day. month after month. he doesn’t sleep. the vermin in his body is messing with his head. he feels unclean. rotten.

the icy dread running through gojos body when he first hears about what geto did. how did he not see the signs? analysing every single mannerism. going over their last conversation over and over in his head. what went wrong? they had been perfect. the disillusionment hitting him like bricks. it’s his fault. he could have done something. he should have done something.

shoko having to mourn both of her best friends. after geto left, gojo was never the same. watching the other man force his smiles. how is he? seeing those blue eyes widen in surprise. of course she knew. the random disappearances. the higher ups asking question, but what were they gonna do? he’s the strongest. sitting outside at 3 am. the smell of cigarettes filling the cold nightly air. gojo catching her up. holding each other close. crying. mourning.

then it’s there. what they both had been dreading. gojo enters her room. bloody and wrecked. he breaks down. she does her best to heal his wounds. the physical ones, at least. geto was not the only one to die that day.

[linkcities]

tokyo, 2008 | ieiri shoko

Shoko looks for something to say. She doesn’t find anything. So she cups the half-empty pack of cigarettes in her pocket, and then she turns her head to watch Gojo again. His eyes are closed, maybe. She can’t see it very well because of his sunglasses. His shoulders are slouched and his legs are crossed.

Shoko hums. “Summer’s almost here.”

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characters | ieiri shoko, gojo satoru.

tags | drabble, canon compliant, mini-character introspection/study, platonic satoshoko, sashisu.

word count | 770 words.

ao3 link

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There’s a dissonant sound coming from the radio in front of them. Ieiri Shoko flicks the butt of her cigarette towards the grass, past the door of their classroom. Beside her, Gojo Satoru waves off the heat of the sun with a paper fan.

Through the static, she registers the radio host’s words quietly inside her own head. Drive down to the beach with your friends this summer! Promo for the villa runs exclusively only until August!

Shoko looks for something to say. She doesn’t find anything. So she cups the half-empty pack of cigarettes in her pocket, and then she turns her head to watch Gojo again. His eyes are closed, maybe. She can’t see it very well because of his sunglasses. His shoulders are slouched and his legs are crossed.

Shoko hums. “Summer’s almost here.”

At the sound of her voice, she startles herself. It’s been a while. He doesn’t seem to be phased by it; not really. He continues to fan himself, eyes still covertly hidden, though she knows they’re still probably closed. She knows they ache, sometimes.

After a few seconds, her companion clears his throat. “Yeah.” He says, relaxing both of his legs until the soles of his feet laid flatly on the wooden floor. “You want to go?”

The beach. Shoko looks up towards the sun, sweat trickling below her chin. Spring is almost over. She wonders if it’ll end a bit earlier this year. She wonders if she wants it to end a bit earlier this year.

“Maybe.” A meek shrug, and she’s back to cupping the cigarettes in her pockets, now tugging them out. She sees Satoru scrunch his nose beside her. “We’re graduating soon.”

The both of them stay still for a while. The silence is meandering. On the other side of Gojo, there’s a cold, empty chair. Untouched and unmoved.

She retrieves her lighter, but she lets it sit idle on her palm for a while. She’ll smoke somewhere else. “Yeah.” He says, again. Shaking his head lightly. “You’re right. Next week. We’ll get the stupid certificates next week.”

Shoko smiles a little after that. Satoru turns his body towards her, stealing the lighter from her grasp. She doesn’t mind. She has an extra one in her room.

“You have any savings?” He asks her, eyes open and cheeks upturned, his hands fiddling with her lighter. It’s a formality, she thinks. “We can rent a car. You can drive, right?”

Inside her own head, Shoko imagines the cost of the car and the food and the lodgings; it’ll be cheaper if it’s a day trip, if they return by evening. It’s only going to be the two of them. There’s no one else to string along. Nanami was out on a mission, three cities over. Iori was in Kyoto with Mei. It’s only going to be the two of them.

Inside her own head, Shoko imagines a gray Corolla 1995 with a bobble head above the glove compartment. There’d be rust growing around the dashboard, because they can’t afford to rent a better car, not really. Satoru always has money to waste, but she was better than that. She imagines torn up seats and a dusty rear view mirror, with the hinges of the side mirrors squeaking each time she adjusted them for her benefit. Shoko imagines enough chips in the trunk and many bottles of water. Two blankets, two towels, two umbrellas, a few books. Extra clothes, an ice box, their old flip flops. There are a lot of details to work out, still, and she thinks they could probably figure it out.

“I can drive.” She nods, carefully. It feels difficult. What does? She doesn’t have an answer for that. Not yet. “Yeah. I can drive us there. Don’t worry about it.”

Shoko imagines the sun bouncing off the windshield and an empty passenger seat beside her, this time. Satoru would be napping in the back, taking up all the space, as he’s always done. The air conditioner’s going to be cool enough for the two of them now and the radio’s going to echo out grating instrumentals of a song they’ll forget after the trip and things will be okay.

When he gives her lighter back to her, she finally stands up from her place beside him. Her stare lingers on the empty chair on the other side of Satoru. There’s something missing, she thinks. She knows what it is.

She looks for something to say, but her mind is blank.

Shoko offers Satoru a final pat on the shoulder before walking away. As she's always done.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi hi !! sorry if this is weird but i just saw the tags you left on my poly!sashisu drabble and when i tell you i was giggling and kicking my feet reading through them?? i genuinely got so giddy going through your tags and seeing your reactions 🥹

i can’t tell you how much better you’ve made my day so thank you so so much for being so sweet !! your words made me smile like an idiot and i’m so glad you enjoyed reading my silly lil drabble (bonus points that you’re a fellow sashisu enthusiasts bc i swear there aren’t enough of us hehe)

anyways thank you so so much for all the love !! hugging you so tight rn <333

HIIII HELLO NOT WEIRD AT ALL PLS !!! THIS IS SO SWEET OF YOU !!!!!! T—T

u are so sooooo welcome, that drabble made my whole night!! tysm for writing it in the first place <333 FELLOW SASHISU ENJOYER WE MUST STICK TOGETHER….. 🫂🫂🫂 i’m hugging u soo tightly too 🫂🫂🫂🫂 no but i’m so glad my tags could make u happy, u deserve all the praise and more!! i know i alr said it but i seriously adore how u wrote their dynamics and care for each other :’3 u understand sashisu like no one else… i love them so dearly…..

ANYWAY just know ily <3 + that drabble will stay in my heart forever n ever!! tysm again!! <33

[izumkay]

~♪°.•MASTERLIST•.°♪~

♡SATORU GOJO♡

•"The Contract clause" (series)

•"Caught, Kept, Craved" (series)

~♡Nerd!Gojo1, 2 (drabble, nsfw)

~♡Freaky Satoru (headcanons, nsfw)

•Tantrums (fluff, drabble)

•"Ruin me, then dine" (oneshot)

•"Horny morning with your husband" (drabble)

•"Against the glass" (drabble)

~♡Satoru drabbles (sfw)

~♡Satoru drabbles (nsfw)

☆SUGURU GETO☆

•"First time" (drabble)

♡CHOSO KAMO♡

•"Desperate and Needy" (drabble)

♡SYLUS

•"Impatient" (one shot, all smut)

★KAISER

•"A shoulder to cry on, A body to ride on" (oneshot)

Other♡

•JJK mens as troupes!

•How the JJK mens will choose between ass or boobs!

•Birthday Bliss!♡ (SaShiSu×Reader)

[ohimsummer]

teen! satoru doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong.

his books go smashing into the floor, papers and notes and homework scattering all over the place. before satoru can even make a move to bend down and grab them, he’s shoved backwards into one of his attackers—a blonde boy about three inches short of his own height. the other kid, the stockier one with brown hair, stomps on satoru’s binder as he approaches, breaking it under his feet .

“aw, man!”, he mocks satoru and makes a gesture like he’s wiping tears from his eyes. “looks like i broke it. my bad.” and then raises his foot to completely flatten the notebook under his shoe. “whoops.”

satoru makes another effortto grab his belongings, but the blonde at his back grabs the neck of his shirt, yanking him off balance until satoru is tripping and scrambling to stay upright.

“stop!”, he tries to command, but his anger is overshadowed by fear and anxiety.

“stop!”, both bullies mimic him in high-pitched voices before laughing at satoru's utter helplessness. the heavyset bully sneers at him. “imagine if your little friends saw how pathetic you looked right now. they would never speak to you again.”

and with his muddled mind, even though satoru is on the verge of tears, he can connect the dots. these guys are obviously jealous of his new friendships. for what, though, he has no clue, but it still frustrates satoru, nonetheless. some of the first companions he’s had since elementary and, what, these guys jealous because he’s not stuck being an easy punching bag anymore or something?

“hey!”, the mean-spirited brunet grabs a fistful of white hair and satoru cries out, face twisted in pain. “what, does it hurt? you gonna cry, loser?”

he doesn’t want to, but satoru can feel the tears about to fall. between the discomfort, the treatment, the incoming migraine from the stress, and, admittedly, the reality of their earlier words, it's almost impossible not to let a few slip. you guys probably would think he looked completely pathetic right now.

satoru squints his eyes open just in time to see the brown-haired bully in front of him raise a fist. instinctively, he goes to shield his face from the incoming assault, but his other captive isn’t having it, grabbing him by the arms to wreste them behind his back. all satoru can do is wrench his eyes shut and tense, waiting to feel the pain of the hit coming his way. but it never comes.

there’s a loud grunt and a sound of scuffling, but satoru doesn’t open his eyes unit he hears familiar voices: it's you and suguru.

the scene before him is something he’s never seen before outside of movies. suguru has the bigger bully pinned to the floor, with one hand twisted tight in the collar of his shirt and the other landing another brutish punch to the bully's now-bloodied face.

the hairs on satoru’s neck begin to rise, but it's not out of fear. he hears a familiar electric crackle, and the arms holding him back are a lot less secure around him.

“wh–what the fuck..!”, the blonde boy stutters behind him. “you–you can’t have that!”

shoko waves the pink stun-gun a little closer to the second bully. “so? what are you gonna do, tell on me?” she toys with a button and blue bolts of lightning hiss. “should i make sure you don’t make it to the principal’s office?”

the boy’s grip loosens even more, and you yank your nerdy best friend away, shoving the bully’s head into the wall behind him as hard as you can. he groans in pain, clutching the back of his skull and barely turns to glare at you before shoko pokes the weapon at him again. he flinches and stumbles backwards…right into suguru’s bloodied fists.

satoru pauses by the door. he’s never ever been in this corner of the school before, never had a reason to. he glances at the words above the doorframe: detention.

peeping in through the window, he spots his friends—you, suguru, and shoko—and also those brutal bullies who attacked him a week ago. they sit far on the opposite side of the room, putting as much distance between them and you three as possible. suguru’s hands are wrapped in gauze, but it's nothing compared to the bandages decorating the other two boys in the room.

as if sensing his presence, you glance up at the door, and your bored frown turns to a wide grin on your lips. shoko and suguru follow your gaze, and return the wave satoru gives them. he mouths a few words at your group—study hall—which you three nod at before he disappears back to where he came.

he’s not allowed in the detention room, and he could definitely be at home playing digimon or doing something else enjoyable. but he has to organize his re-written notes in a new binder, anyway. might as well wait for his best friends to get out of ‘jail’ while he does it.

[enkvyu]

9:45am — gojo satoru ;

gojo’s giving you one of those looks again, the type of look that is typically followed by nothing good. there seems to be almost no thoughts behind his sleepy eyes as he blatantly stares at you from across the table, and you subconsciously shift at the attention.

though you were drowsy too—checking your watch you realise it was only 9:45am—his gaze wakes you up.

you shove your chopstick in your mouth and around your food, you say, “well? spit it out.”

assuming you didn’t mean the rice in his mouth, gojo swallows and clears his throat. “i know something that might surprise you.”

“oh, okay. what is it?”

“here's the thing though, i can’t tell you.”

you stare at him. “why did you bring it up then?”

“you told me to spit it out.”

“well, that was useless.”

you direct your interest to the sushi in front of you and put a piece of sashimi in your mouth. a few silent seconds pass and gojo is still looking at you, and still very obviously holding something back.

eventually, your curiosity overflows. "gojo, just tell me what it is."

"i just told you i can't."

"why not? is it really bad? is it something serious? who is it about?"

gojo hums in thought. "it's about you. and it's about me."

you raise an eyebrow at his statement. "what the fuck? you have to tell me now."

gojo picks up the last piece of sushi from the plate you were sharing, and pops it in his mouth without another thought. you bristle at the sight. "what kind of person would tell the person the thing is about, the thing? also i'm taking the last piece of sushi."

"what are you on about? also you can't say you're taking the last piece after you've already eaten it! you didn't even give me the chance to scissors-paper-rock it!"

"my bad, i'll make up for it and pay for the food this time around. and i'm not telling you the thing no matter how much you beg me."

"gojo, you can't fool me i know for a fact you didn't bring your wallet today. so like always, it'll be on me. by the way, i'm not begging. i'm demanding you tell me."

"demand all you like, i'm not telling you anything." gojo sneers. "the sushi's already in my mouth, there's nothing you can do about it anymore."

you slam your hand on the table and level him with a stare. "spit it out!"

"i'm not telling you the thing! how many times do i have to say that?"

"i meant the sushi." when you don't laugh after, he realises you're serious. "i was eyeing that piece the entire time. don't you know you have to leave the best bite until the end so you can finish your meal perfectly. that was supposed to be my perfect bite!"

gojo looks at you and swallows. he reaches over for his drink and after a long sip, sighs happily. "well, it's already gone." he says with a shit-eating grin.

you swear passionately at him and he raises an eyebrow.

"did you want it that bad? if you want, i can still give you a taste."

you scrunch your nose at him. "that sounds absolutely disgusting."

"what? how?"

"you offered to regurgitate the sushi?"

he makes a face similar to yours. "no, i meant like, a kiss."

"oh." your grimace deepens.

"good oh or bad oh?"

"what do you think, oh."

he studies your face. "bad oh."

"correct." you take a sip from your drink and sigh, albeit a little unhappily. "i can't believe you dragged me here at nine in the morning just to steal my perfect bite of sushi."

"it's just sushi." gojo says. he looks over at you from above the frames of his glasses, noting the slight pout on your lips and the adorable furrow between your brows. without thinking, he clears his throat. "but because i like you, i'll order you another roll if you want."

you freeze. "what?"

"i'll replace your perfect bite."

"no, the part before that."

gojo smiles but there's something jittery about it. he fusses over his glasses and makes every move to avoid your eye. "that was the thing i wasn't supposed to tell you. i like you. but i guess you really are as demanding as you say since i told you anyway."

"oh." you say.

"was that a good oh, or a bad oh?"

"it's a 'i'm trying to think' oh." and then, after a pause. "oh."

he inhales sharply. "a double oh, that doesn't sound good."

you blink at him in the uncomfortable silence.

looking down, you observe the slides you had roughly put on before heading out at gojo's request to get sushi first thing in the morning. you look at the large shirt you had on, something gojo had left behind in your dorm after a sleepover, and the pyjama pants that you weren't even sure were yours. you look at him again, and he's in a similar outfit to yours. "you're telling me this now?"

"that's why i told you i couldn't tell you! why did you make me say it?"

"you're saying this like i knew what you would say!"

"you kept telling me to spit it out, spit it out, well i did and i still can't win."

"well you, well i actually, well," you clap your hands together. "actually i do like you too gojo, so—"

"you do?"

the two of you stare at each other.

you breathe out. "yeah."

"okay." gojo nods. "okay, that's good to know."

you fidget with your chopsticks, twirling it between your fingers. "what now?"

"i didn't think this far."

"oh."

"i'm going to," gojo clears his throat when it cracks. "i'm going to order more sushi. that's what you wanted, right?"

you look at him. "yeah."

when he leaves, you stare at the wall in front of you.

"so like, did you guys forget we're also here?"

shoko sips at her milkshake, blatantly staring. at least getou has the tact to pretend to be on his phone. still, it’s impossible to hide his interest and his eyes flicker over to you. “i’m never going to agree to another ‘let’s go get food’ again.”

you open your mouth to say something and shoko patiently waits. unfortunately, the right words do not come to you and you use the opportunity to bring your straw to your mouth and take a sip from your drink instead.

"isn't there something you should be saying to us?" shoko presses, gesturing over to the counter where gojo was ordering.

you glance over too and spot gojo looking over his shoulder at you. something sparks between the two of you and you tear your eyes away to look at shoko and getou again.

"yeah." you say. "we're getting more sushi."

not proofread, i just started typing w the dialogue “spit it out” and this came about

[satoruxx]

pairing: vampire poly!sashisu x reader | 1k words summary: basically describing how they bite and drink your blood, description of blood, pet names, teasing, lots of touching lol, somewhat suggestive bc it's vampires ig, but nothing crazy i'm just feral rheya’s note: you don't understand i've been thinking of vampire sashisu since march and ari fueled my obssession yesterday so here we are

no bc the way there are subtle differences in how vampire poly!sashisu drink your blood…

shoko takes a drink first. it's understood among the three of them that she gets you first—she's the one who found you and brought you into their lives after all. so suguru and satoru sit back and let her get close, her smile going soft as you lock eyes with her. "hey baby," she grins as she gets into your space, and you laugh quietly in return. her lithe fingers gently crawl over the skin of your neck, brushing away any hair and leaving her favorite spot open. shoko loves your neck—has since the very beginning. maybe it's the doctor in her, or just some deeper carnal part of her, but she likes the spot where she can feel your pulse best—can feel it thundering under her lips. "ready?" she murmurs against your throat every time, and you'll sigh over her shoulder and nod yes.

shoko's bites are clean, and she usually restricts it to one spot unless she's feeling particularly ravenous. the side of your throat is hers, even though satoru tends to like it there too—there's a silent understanding between the two that it's her preferred area. when she's drinking her lashes will flutter, hints of red seeping into her normally hazel eyes. one hand will trail up your arm soothingly while the other remains still over your neck. she's reliable and comfortable and so so perfect. shoko is fantastic with her control, and since she's normally first, she'll only take as much blood as she truly needs before sitting back and smiling at you. her eyes dart over your flushed face as she wipes her bloodstained lips clean. "thanks baby," she finally sighs as she tucks your hair behind your ear.

suguru goes next, because he's levelheaded, and somehow seems to care more about your needs than his own. he crawls towards you, wetting his lips as his hooded eyes dart over you. you've been with him long enough to catch the silent question for consent, and he's known you long enough to understand when you say yes. suguru's favorite spot to drink from is your wrist—there's just something so intimate about it. and he always always always presses a kiss to it before his meal. sometimes it's a featherlight brush of lips, other times it's chaste and passionate—but he never forgets it. it's almost like a silent thank you for your generosity.

when suguru drinks, his eyes never stray from you. they remain open and hooded, going dark with a mix of pleasure and affection, but they won't go anywhere else. his gaze is so intense, but it's softened by the smile you can feel stretching across your wrist as he drinks. it's like he wants you to know that you are his only priority. when he drinks, his fingers will brush over your hand to comfort you through any pain because god knows he hates the idea that it causes you pain. he hums against your skin too, as he drinks—he needs you to know how good you taste. and when he's done he has to give the spot one more kiss. gently, of course, because he knows it's sensitive and he just needs a small gesture to display the magnitude of his love for you. "still okay, sweetheart?" he'll ask, lips finding your forehead. he just needs to make sure you're still good.

and then there's satoru, the most eager of the three. he thinks his eagerness is justified—he drank your blood once and has been hooked on it ever since. he claims there's nothing in the world that tastes better, and by the time it's his turn he's practically giddy. satoru is somewhat of a wild card as a vampire. depending on how he's feeling, he may tease you as he drinks or just desperately goes straight for it. regardless of what he's feeling, there is always an underlying tenderness hidden beneath his interactions with you. the same goes for his preferred spot. he's like shoko and suguru—he likes the throat and the wrist; thinks they're both fun. he goes for the throat more commonly because he likes how close you are to him. when he's drinking from your neck his fingers will almost always tangle themselves through your hair—he just likes how it feels and how easy it is for him to maneuver you the way he likes. if he's going for your wrist he'll usually just shut his eyes and drink deeply, because gods above is he on cloud nine when he tastes you.

and yet all of you know that satoru's true favorite spot is your thighs. he loves how flustered it gets you, loves how wild it makes him feel. he's almost always feeling extra playful when he goes for your thighs, and it shows in his deep throaty chuckles that he lets out against your skin. he loves how messy it gets too, because in between his playful laughs your blood ends up dripping down over his chin and staining him red—it makes his head spin and his heart race. but when he's done drinking satoru only cares about making you smile. sometimes he'll give you a silly grin and say "thank you for the meal, pretty," and you'll just weakly shove him away with a fond roll of your eyes. but he just takes your face in his palms and presses a warm kiss to your lips—a muted thank you.

and of course, when everyone's done and satiated, shoko starts quietly fussing over how you need to drink and eat and lay down because they've taken a lot from you. suguru is already grabbing blankets and maneuvering pillows in the way he knows you like best while satoru digs around for his favorite snacks that he's always willing to share with you. the three of them dote on you like crazy, keeping you wrapped in their embrace until you're peacefully dozing off. they just love their little human so much, but how can they not? after all, as insane as it is, you've somehow managed to wrap three powerful vampires around your little pinky finger—not that they would have it any other way.

[ayabeanworks]

Title: Christmas Dreams

Synopsis: You sit with Shoko in your kotatsu, wishing times were different as you reminiscence about a future that could have happened.

Character: SaShiSu x reader

Series: Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader)

Notes: Bit of angst, bittersweet, spoiler alert! Short drabble.

It was a repeated tragedy, something you didn't wish to comprehend and almost cursed at for its significance.

December 24.

Every year, you're reminded of your two favourite people held dear in your heart, and you wondered, if they were alive now, would you all be sitting underneath a kotatsu, peeling mandarins and sleeping like cats while watching a random Christmas movie on TV?

The white haired blue eyed man would be taking up all the space beneath the kotatsu because of his freakishly long legs, and the longer haired, tanner best friend of his would be helping you peel the mandarins, all the while Shoko would lie her head on the table, halfway passed out from how cozy and warm it was.

This was a dream you wanted to make a reality, but it was something that started a dream, and stayed a dream. It wouldn't ever become something else, and it hurt that everytime you close your eyes in December, you're bitterly reminded of the fact your closest companions were not with you anymore.

You spend it with only Shoko now, the only one left, and every year, you miss the extra warmth provided by the others whom have left beforehand. The only additional warmth were the arms of Shoko who held you as you passed out from drinking, gently dabbing the tears that came annually without fail.

Shoko could only watch and give you a much needed hug. She rarely cried, and didn't need to. You'd cried enough for the both of you.

But each time she heard the murmurs of your dreams with them, in an alternate reality where they were alive and you could touch, find, hold, talk and laugh with them, her chest would feel tighter. She would hold you closer to her, almost as if you were the medicine to her very thoughts, wishing that the dull pain would go away and never come back.

But she knew, for the both of you, that that would never happen and no amount of tears, medicine or any other substance would ease the hole in the heart.

The only thing you two could do was endure - endure for years, or until it rid itself in death.

[kysuguru]

hello lovely ! how are you ? i hope you know we are so happy you are looking well. i hope this october will treat you with the kindness and gentleness you deserve. 🤍

i would like to ask for your thoughts or even a short drabble on the all mine reader ! i can see them having adorable habits such as leaning their head towards someone to ask for headpats or often making heart gestures towards shoko, satoru, suguru, and just about anyone :•")

i love the way you write the all mine reader, i think i speak for plenty of us when i say we relate to them a lot. so sorry for the long ask, thank you for blessing us with your writing ! please don't feel pressured to write all the time for us. 🫂♡

- 🕊

october is already treating me well even tho i’m only three days in, i hope the same for u!! seeing as october is my favorite month i hope u enjoy it to the fullest, u are very sweet and deserve this drabble!!!

yes yes reader is affection and touch deprived, or sort of, affection that’s genuine anyways. her mom always had a motive behind her ministrations so reader still tends to crave touch that’s real. and lucky for her the lucky contenders stsg (+ shoko) are more than willing to provide.

one time reader finishes a mission with no faults and is subtly seeking praise, suguru notices and sends you a soft smile, patting your head and soothing the back of it. ever since then, you were hooked.

anytime you felt something you did needed any type of approval, you sought out geto. you weren’t subtle with it like you thought, geto knew you too well, yet he indulged you every single time. he doesn’t think you even noticed the way you’d instantly tilt your head slightly towards him. his heart palpitated each time and he had to resist not showering your face in kisses.

gojo catches onto all of this soon after, but he’s a jackass!!! feel free to smack him. he’ll try to make you ask… raising his eyebrows with that stupid smirk, knowing just what you want but not giving it “freely” as he says.

you ignore him, swiftly leaning towards geto, who sends his best friend a smug smirk over his shoulder.

also the heart gestures!!! that’s so cute!!! i have a feeling sashisu did it with reader as a joke and it kinda stuck.

you jokingly blew shoko a kiss (albeit shyly, and nervously because you had to look stupid…), yet she catches the imaginary kiss with a stupid grin, a cigeratte hanging between her lips and she clutches her hand to her heart, faux-swooning. it’s been a thing with the four of you ever since, and lest the boys try it on shoko she makes a show to grab the kiss and throw it to the ground, violently stomping on it while gojo stares on angrily.

stsg both know now to only do it with you and each other.

[venoyale]

JJK Drabble Requests — Open

Lately I’ve been having a creative burnout and decided to open up drabble requests here on tumblr. This is with the hope that I’ll be able to get my brain cells moving again.

All you have to do is send me an ask with a headcanon/prompt and I will try to post something short and sweet!

Ships that I will write for - NSFW allowed!

Gojo x Reader

Geto x Reader

Satosugu

Satoshoko

Sukugo

Nanago

Sashisu

Sugushoko

Anything between two consenting adults LOL

Things that I will NOT write

Teacher-student relationships that are underage.

Non-con/SA (dubious consent is okay depending on the premise— very selective)

Lolisho and incest

Infidelity

Anything that implies any kind of hatred towards any marginalized group of individuals (transphobia, homophobia, racism)

I will be answering each request in order and will try to get them done ASAP. All I ask is for your patience and understanding :)

[satocidal]

I’m shamelessly calling off the kinkmas 🤭

None of the remaining fics will be posted as kinkmas smuts that is all lmao—More like, nanami’s smut will be worked into some time later and will have proper plot and idc but that idea deserves my thoughts and I simply cannot get to fucking just like that. The sashisu smut will be worked off as idk a Drabble/headcanon BUT the last satosugu smut will be posted for sure because it’s a cute idea.

While I’m not working on these, I have in my mind — highway sex with Toji; part two of doctor gojo and nurse Geto; older! Bf Nanami x bartender or college student! reader; cyber sex with gojo(?); porn director! Geto

And I have like two series + one more with layout fully done in the drafts sooooooo yeas