#shoko fluff

[nanaslutt]

when they see you wearing someone else’s jacket

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, shiu, higuruma, ino, shoko, uraume, megumi

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack, fluff

MINORS DO NOT FOLLOW MY ACC

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[arminsumi]

★ Chapstick

When people are kind to Shoko, she starts to cry. When people pay attention to her, she becomes self-conscious. When people talk to her, she becomes withdrawn.

She cries over you. Becomes self-conscious. Withdrawn.

Monday. Morning crying spells. Satoru blows up her phone asking her to come with on an outing because you will be there.

She has to escape you for a cigarette break. You follow after her.

It's just been a few days of knowing you, and yet Shoko is feeling her heart start to pound like you're knocking on the door to her soul.

The sweltering summer heat is already melting her mind. Pair that with you wearing a sundress and her mind is too fuzzy to think straight. She zones out while you talk.

Smoke drifts past her thin lips.

She intently observes you as you stop talking mid-sentence and start applying chapstick; how it squishes your lips, how it rubs back and forth across them, how you part your lips almost erotically, how your lips shimmer so subtly. Now Shoko's begun staring without realizing.

"I like your chapstick." she blurts out.

"Do you want some?" you flirt.

Her eyes widen and her cheeks start to burn.

"What? Like let me use it?"

"No, like let me kiss you."

[bunny584]

OBSESSED: SHOKO feat THE BOYS (FINALE)

A/N: Well, well, well. Oh how the tables have turned, dear reader. It’s not so easy — juggling two special grades and their personal physician…is it?

S/N: This is it. The pièce de résistance. I was…this is…NO ONE LOOK AT ME AFTER YOU READ THIS. No idea the word count. Long af, though.

C/W:….the trio is their own content warning lol. Mature. 18+, MDNI.

Part I, Part II.

Is this…a dream? 

This must be what it feels like to hear Domain Expansion, Infinite Void.

White static coats Shoko’s brain. She’s breathing underwater. Thinking in molasses. 

It’s a miracle her legs are working — they’re currently trailing behind you and the boys, back to her apartment. 

Her eyes are working, too — they’re attached to the dress rippling and bouncing off your ass. Your hips are a hypnotic pendulum. Swinging back and forth. 

Back and forth. 

The tailwind from your strut is a bad actor. 

Every so often teasing your cotton panties that won the lottery. Kissing up against your pretty petals. Riding along the plump curve of your mounds. Accentuating the intoxicating swell of your hips.

It’s paralyzing. 

You are paralyzing. 

Satoru’s hand is curled around the back of your neck. His azure glow is so pristine, so bright it refracts off your gorgeous cheekbones. Dampening his Limitless and intensifying his Six Eyes. 

Because the first to taste a meal is usually one’s eyes…right?

Shoko can nearly hear the depravity ringing between Satoru’s ears. 

Then there’s Suguru.

An arm is draped around your waist, capturing and releasing the hem of your dress every few seconds. Mindless movements. His sniper-like gaze focused on the apartment door at the end of the hall. 

Cool. Calm. Collected. 

One would think, if you don’t know Suguru well enough. 

His normally, perfectly repressed cursed energy surrounds him. Flickering into the air like campfire embers just waiting for the next gust of wind to erupt. Amethyst and graphite swarm around her best friend — the only indicator of his disintegrating self-control. 

20 steps left until she is expected to produce door keys. The only thing standing between everyone and you. 

This is it.

This is the moment. The one chance you get at ‘doing it right this time.’ 

15 steps. 

There are no more wishes granted. No more genies stuffed into bottles, or whatever. This is it. 

10 steps.

Get your shit together, Ieiri.

7.

Do not squander this on the sidelines.

3.

Shoko wires around the three of you. Stepping ahead to slot the frivolous piece of aluminum standing between her and her wet dream. 

1.

The apartment door flies open. Satoru’s hand moves on autopilot — deepening his grip around your neck. 

His conscious brain recedes. Triple distilled, unadulterated need moves in like a tropical storm. 

Silky strands of your hair plaited in his fingers. 

Wide, warm eyes locked into his. 

Tiny slit in those pouty, siren lips of yours. 

He will dismantle you. Piece by fucking piece. 

Until you’re a babbling, sobbing brook beneath his fingers. Apologizing for being such a cocktease. 

“Satoru…?” 

There’s a change in your voice. 

Fear? Nerves? 

Prey finally realizing who is next on the menu?

Satoru is staring. Fully aware of how disarming his eyes can be. Born with godlike vision and somehow the only thing he can see in the room is you. 

His greed is a threat to National Security. DEFCON Level 1.

His mouth ghosts yours. Barely registering Suguru encasing you from behind. Trailing his palms along your thighs. 

“Safe word, princess.” Satoru maps every ridge, every teeth indent on that gorgeous bottom lip.

“For when you need to tap out.” Suguru augments Satoru’s command. Gentle nip at the tip of your ear and you moan. Bitten back and clipped. 

“Such pretty sounds,” Shoko’s voice is distant. Breathy. Coated in Cabernet. 

“I..don’t—” 

Satoru slices your protest in half. Rolling your bottom lip under his teeth. Biting and licking his way across your pout. At the same time Suguru drops his mouth to your pulse point. 

“Don’t what, sweetheart?” Suguru murmurs into your neck. A filthy fucking whine escapes your lips and Satoru’s fingers go to your nipple. 

Hard. Pert and neglected. Desperate for attention.

Just like you. 

The way you’re panting into Satoru’s mouth. Listless and loose, bending into Suguru’s presence behind you. 

“He gave you an order, baby.” Suguru’s smile is so tender. Almost torturous against your oversensitive skin. 

“Don’t…ah..don’t need a safe word.”

 A weak declaration against Satoru’s kiss. Earning yourself a sharp twist of your sensitive buds. And gifting him a kitten squeal that makes his cock twitch. 

“Ohhhh Suguru, Shoko.  We have a brat on our hands.” He muses, hovering his lips over yours. Satoru pets the steel rod between his legs. Already dewy with his arousal. 

You are so beautiful, trying to resist their coordinated touch. The sound of Suguru’s large hand palming your ass reverberates throughout the room. 

“I’ll teach her some manners.” 

Suguru’s voice trails down your spine. Slow and sickly sweet. Like maple sap dripping down tree bark mid spring. He caresses the hot sting from his spanking. 

“I—I have manners.” Voice as small as your frame engulfed between the 6’3 counterparts. 

“I won’t ask again, princess.” Satoru tilts your chin up to meet his gaze. And Suguru continues sucking kisses into your neck, marking his territory. 

“Uh..mmm..god, S—“ Your eyes flutter closed. An earnest attempt to stay present. And not settle into the fuzzy, warm submission they are baiting you into. 

“Safe word, now.” 

“B—um. Blue? Blue.” Your resolve is about as rigid as cotton. 

“Blue?”

“Well that’s not fair.” 

Shoko and Suguru’s incredulous reactions intertwine with Satoru’s smug chuckle. A dusty rose high on your cheeks. 

You know why you chose Blue. Everyone else does, too. 

“Blue, huh?” Satoru presses a soft kiss on your lips. 

“To match me? Noted, baby.” 

Shoko melts into her couch. Her heartbeat rattles around her skull. With short, ineffective breaths that taste like full bodied red wine. Wet heat surges around her lace thong. 

The way you’re writhing between her best friends’ hands is sinful. 

Gazing up at Satoru like he is Vincent Van Gogh and the Starry Night above you is the product of his paintbrush. 

Incoherent as if Suguru’s fingers put the Sun to bed. Whimpering his name like a prayer. 

Adorable, girl.

God isn’t going to save you here. 

The pads of Shoko’s cool fingers nearly sizzle against her puffy pleasure point. Slick coating her with just one, two, three long stripes against her sticky folds. 

“God...fuck..bring her to me.” The grit in Shoko’s tone scrapes along her voice box. Matching the aggressive pace of her fingers against her needy cunt. 

The boys lock gazes with their third. Cavalier smile tugging against Satoru’s lips. Suguru’s brow touches his hairline. 

Ladies, first. 

“You heard her.” Satoru snakes your arms around his neck and hoists you around his waist in one fluid motion. 

“S—sato—“ He bullies his tongue back into your mouth. No more protesting, gorgeous. 

Slow steps towards Shoko, so he can drink from your well. A sweet, delectable spell dripping from your lips. And if Satoru doesn’t wake up tomorrow morning after eating your forbidden fruit, then so be it. 

Suguru lets himself watch you from a short distance.

His hand can’t stop rubbing his cock. Shamelessly tugging his heavy rod. Burning your little expressions into his mind’s safe. The way your eyebrows come together at the center whenever Satoru bites your bottom lip. Your desperate grabs for air against his relentless kiss. 

“Hi, pretty.” Shoko drawls the moment Satoru settles you down on her lap. Her thigh digs into your soaked, gummy core. Glazing her skin with your drool. 

“Hi, Sho.” Still panting from Satoru’s embrace. So fragile. A harsh breeze could shatter you to stardust. And Shoko pulsates around nothing.

One hand is firm on your hip. The other tracing mindless shapes on your chest. Leaving a poetic cascade of goosebumps in her wake. 

Reflexively, you go to caress Shoko’s shoulders only to be caught by Satoru’s enormous grip. Whipping both of your wrists behind your back. While his other hand toys with the erection straining against his pants.

“She didn’t give you permission to touch, did she princess?” He drops his tone into the shell of your ear.  

“Oh, I—“

“Manners, gorgeous.” A gentle reminder in between smearing kisses along your neck. Shoko hooks her index finger along your neckline. One tug and your mouth-watering tits come into full view. 

“Fucking, hell.”

“God, baby.”

“Perfect…fucking perfect.” 

Satoru, Suguru and Shoko’s praises crash into one another. God took his time with you. Sculpting a fucking masterpiece. 

To be praised. 

To be worshipped. 

To be taken. 

Used. 

Filled. 

“Shoko. I want to hear her.” 

Suguru’s command is guttural. Fist snug around the base of his cock. Shameless about the tears of precum falling down his shaft. 

Shoko’s fingers work their way down to your pulsing clit. You preen into her touch. Pretty, tiny gasps against her cheek. 

“Let it out, baby.” Shoko coos into your ear. Thumbing little circles around your clit. 

You bury your face into her neck. Delicious ache swelling between your legs. Grinding along her slender thigh. Honey seeping around your clothed cunt. 

“S—sho, mmnngh..fuck..” Desperation fans Shoko’s neck. Bucking your hips with your hands restrained. 

“There she is.” 

Suguru’s fist slams to his hilt. Now close enough to cup your perky mound. Rippling and bouncing with every jolt. Feathering his finger over your pebbled bud. 

The sudden touch and velvet voice above you drags your gaze upward. 

And Suguru nearly cums in his hand right then and there. 

Misty eyes, drool covered lips. Breathy pants. Angelic features rewritten by lust. 

“Suguru?” 

“Such a good girl. Keep fucking her thigh like that, baby.” 

Throaty praise in return. Suguru rips his hand away from his angry length. Staving off his finish. 

Not yet. 

They’re not remotely close to being done with you yet.

“She’s so responsive.” Satoru chimes in. Releasing his grip on your wrists. 

Your hands fly to Shoko’s face. Melding your mouth with hers. Leaking precious sounds, from your lips and your sopping wet core. His hand kneads your neglected breast, pinching your nipple every so often. 

Satoru and Suguru palming at your tits. Shoko fucking your mouth with her tongue. You humping Shoko’s leg like a dog in heat.

It’s too much. 

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes into your groin. You nestle into the crook of her neck. Grasping at her thick, brunette locks. 

“S-sho, I’m close, I’m—mmgh..”

“It’s okay pretty,” Shoko husks. Her thumb at a perfect rhythm and pressure.

“You can cum, baby.” Suguru rasps, tugging at your nipple at the same time Satoru smacks the supple flesh he was petting.

“Oh fuck oh fuck—“

The delicious sting from their touches sends you over the edge. And the wire seated deep in your stomach snaps. Hips stuttering to an abrupt stop. 

The room stills. Satoru, Suguru and Shoko studying your micro movements through your peak. So quiet that the walls have to lean in to hear you and your lovers breathing. 

Six eyes laser into your body. Everyone’s appetite for you simultaneously tripling. 

Satoru swipes the back of his hand across his mouth. Subconsciously aware of the pool of saliva forming. His manhood mirroring the trail of drool running down his mouth. 

He’s always been a fan of dessert. 

“I need to taste you.” 

“And I need a front row seat.” Shoko nibbles at your cheek.

Satoru lifts and spins you around on Shoko’s lap in a matter of seconds. You, still gummy and compliant from your orgasm spread your legs weakly over Shoko. Earning you a chorus of praise from your lust-drunk lovers. 

He drops to his knees. His blushing, weeping tip in hand. Pushing your sodden panties to the side. While Shoko cradles your thigh in her hand, holding you open for her best friend. 

Your rose blooms in front of him. Dewy with your slick. Candied scent holding all of Satoru’s senses hostage. 

“Look at how pretty, she is.” He breezes against your swollen pearl. Your petals quiver, and his dick leaks. 

“S—Satoru..please.” 

Satoru’s head is spinning. Entirely drunk off of the sight of you like this. Choking back his own pathetic groans.

His tongue licks a long stripe up your ripe folds. And your taste pollenates his mind for an eternity. An addict with his chosen vice. 

Your hands magnet to his snowy halo. The melody you sing from his kisses and licks could sink any ship. Echoing in Satoru’s and Shoko’s groin. 

Shoko is in a complete haze. Molesting herself numb at the way you undulate against Satoru’s eager tongue. Pitiful little mewls that are worthy of a platinum record.

“Feeling good, gorgeous?” Shoko eggs you on. Quickly sinking into her own threatened orgasm. 

“Y—yes..mmgh so..god..” Paper thin squeals from your lips. 

Crystals line your eyes in response to Satoru’s tongue fucking in and out of your pussy. Suckling your clit. Figures of 8, and 8 and 8 again until your mind is mush. 

Except Suguru refuses to let you get lost at Satoru’s sea. He grips a handful of your hair, whipping your head in his direction.

Both you and Shoko tilt up to see Suguru’s driveling manhood at your eye level. Veiny, heavy. So clearly abused by his hand. Volcanic eruption in his hooded gaze. 

“Hands on my cock, baby.” 

Barely above a whisper, but somehow your body recognizes his authority. 

And you seem genuinely shocked by your visceral obedience. Immediate acquiescence to Surguru’s will. 

An approving grin teases Suguru’s lips. Your hands are comically small wrapped around his length. 

God, he could split you in half. 

Heavy eyelids from Satoru’s agonizing touch, you’re mystical. Gazing into Suguru’s eyes like his soul is nothing but an appetizer. Yours to swallow, digest, play with. 

“Ask nicely.” Suguru grunts, as your eyes rake over his leaky cockhead. Longing for a taste. 

Satoru and Shoko come to a hush. Her fingers slow. Satoru forces himself off of your folds. Somehow knowing the next words to roll off your tongue will shift their brain chemistry, permanently. 

Palatial lashes fan your utterly fucked-out gaze. Swollen lips millimeters away from Suguru’s blunt tip. 

“May I suck your cock, please?” 

Filthy-nasty-dirty-fucking-vulgar noises fill the room, while you swirl Suguru’s cum covered head around your tongue.

“Fuck. Your lips baby.” He hisses, his hips piston into your pretty, accepting mouth. 

“So messy, princess.” Satoru murmurs into your swollen cunt, slipping his fingers past your tight ringlet.

Beautiful gurgles around Suguru’s shaft. Crystalline streams of spit glazing your puffy tits. 

You buck into Satoru at a similar, haphazard pace that he strokes his thick rod. Shoko sinks her teeth into your shoulder. 

“G-gonna c..gonna—“ high pitched, broken warnings spill from your lips. Just as a blinding wave of electricity surges down Shoko’s legs — curling her pedicure inward. 

“Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me.” 

Suguru’s decadent baritone sends both you and Shoko over the hot edge. A cacophony of huffs and whines, coating the walls in your shared ecstasy. Spraying your essence all over Satoru’s face. 

He’s slow to stand. Savoring remnants of your peak. He and Suguru exchange sordid glances. Sharing the same thought.

Pretty little doll. 

Loose limbed and spent in Shoko’s lap. Hair mused. So deeply entrenched into sub space you’ll need to sleep it off of to come to your senses. 

A work of art, you are. 

But not quite broken, yet. 

“It’s our turn now, little one.” Deep and measured. Thick with want. Suguru lifts you by your arms off of Shoko’s lap. 

His back lays flush against the couch. You straddle his muscular lap. Satoru stands directly behind you. 

Suguru’s manhood is rigid. You’d have to impale yourself on him to get any closer. Similarly, Satoru’s length makes itself very present along the curve of your spine. 

“Look at me.” Satoru’s throaty demand comes from above your head. 

Obedience is the only language you can currently speak, so you tilt back. Soaking in the celestial boy behind you. Closer to God than Man, from this vantage point. 

“You want to taste yourself, baby?” 

A rhetorical question from Satoru, but you still bobble your head in an eager yes. 

“Such a desperate little puppy, aren’t you?” Suguru mocks you, taking one of your puffy nipples into his mouth. 

“She is.” 

Satoru affirms in between spearing your mouth with his warm muscle. Kissing the breath directly from your lungs until you’re air hungry and clawing at his neck. Leaving red streaks on his pale skin. 

Shoko has since poured herself another glass of red wine. Settling herself on the long arm of her couch. 

‘Far enough to drown into her own spiral. Close enough to register everything they do to you in the the most permanent part of her mind.’

Dèjá Vu.

But this lifetime? This reiteration of events? It’s fucking sublime. 

Shoko’s lips curl into a cheshire smile against the rim of her glass. Hedonistic on every single level known to man and she wouldn’t have it any another way. 

Her eyes flicker down to where Suguru’s hands are eclipsing your hips. And Satoru’s hands are cradled into the small of your waist. Hovering you over Suguru’s cock. The weapon of mass destruction that it is. 

“Suguru…Suguru it won’t…” Beautiful little panic ascending in pitch. 

“It won’t, what baby?” He teases. Eyes fixed on you like the apex predator he is. 

Crimson erupts from the tip of your nose to the tips of your ears. Fluttering away from his quicksand gaze. 

“What’s the matter, pretty? Don’t tell me you think you can’t handle—“

“I can handle it—I can…handle it.” You cut Satoru’s taunt down, convincing absolutely no one in the room— including yourself. 

But the shred of pride you have left comes forward. Bracing your hands on Suguru’s flexed shoulders. Digging little crescent moons into his olive skin. 

He can barely bite back the groan in his throat when your wet heat drags along his cockhead. 

Twitching around your opening. 

Feigning for entry. 

“Go ahead, little one.” 

“You can do it, baby.” 

“Oh FUCK..GOD.” Your volume is nothing in comparison to the fire incinerating your plush walls. Stretching your womanhood in a way that’s ungodly. 

Suguru is blinding. 

Flashing lights. Black spots in the visual field. Floaters everywhere kind of blinding. The prior encouragement from your lovers did nothing to soften his blow. 

Knowing this would be the result of you trying to work his inhuman length inside yourself, Suguru buries himself in one side of your neck. Satoru mirrors his action on the other side. 

Gentle adoration. Tender kisses. Light caresses to dull the pain. 

“Such a good girl.”

“I knew you could take it, princess.”

“You’re doing so well for me, pretty girl.”

Suguru rocks his hips in a slow, dreamy pace. Back and forth. Encouraging your body to reset around him. And the pressure. The delicious fucking fullness from his cock is mind numbing. 

“R—ready.” 

Barely loud enough to register. But Suguru could hear your red blood cells colliding with one another in your veins if you keep him next to you long enough. 

“Eyes on me when I’m inside you, sweetheart.” 

“Yes sir.”

The smile on his lips is no where near as tantalizing as the smile in his crushed velvet eyes. 

And for a moment that is going to be on cinematic repeat in everyone’s mind — Suguru thrusts into you like a man trying to repopulate earth. Never once letting you break his eye-contact. 

Melodic sounds of bodies smacking together ring throughout the room. Beautiful ripples of flesh, like soft waves during low tide. Your wet sex colliding with his. Him locking you into place because nothing else exists at this moment. 

Both Satoru and Shoko’s jaws are slack. Satoru can’t even bring himself to stroke his length thrashing wildly in his hands. 

This is hypnotizing. 

A motion picture worthy of an Oscar. 

You can feel Suguru recreating the shape of your soul. With each thrust. Deliberate. Deep. Ensuring that he will be a part of you, permanently. 

“God, ngh Su—fuck..purple..” unintelligible words, incoherent sounds.  You’re grasping at rescue from this pleasure. 

“Hah..” Suguru’s serrated breaths kiss your lips. “Try again.”

“Suguru, please. I’m cu—I’m pink..pink.”  

“Wrong color, princess.” Satoru’s husks above you. Tears of his thick cum streaming steady down his shaft. 

Suguru’s bucks into you relentlessly now. Chasing the high you both are riding. Shredding what consciousness you have left. Not that you wanted it, not that you needed it. 

“Fuck.” 

Suguru’s hips come to a screeching halt. Floating over Shoko’s cushion. Painting your warm walls with his seed. With you filling his lap with your dew. Delirious, choppy intakes of air between your lips and his. 

Momentarily forgetting your audience, you instinctively fall into his chest. Every single muscle in your body, suddenly without tone. 

Satoru’s mouth is ajar. 

Still not completely comprehending the fact that he just came — hands free — watching his best friend rail the conscious mind out of you. 

“Blanket, Satoru.” Shoko quietly nudges from her position on the couch. 

She can’t blame him for being stunned in place. Her mind is still reeling at the dessert her eyes just feasted on. 

“Come here, baby.” Suguru murmurs. Working himself out of you, while Satoru drapes you in Shoko’s throw. 

“Thank you.” A tiny chuckle escapes your lips. Cozying into Suguru’s arms. They should be proud of your manners. 

And as if you said your cheeky thought out loud, your three lovers break into soft laughter. 

“Wait here.” Satoru presses a chaste kiss to your damp forehead. Disappearing into Shoko’s bathroom a moment after. 

A small sigh of relief tumbles out of her when she hears the familiar sound of bath water running. 

Satoru must’ve done this before. Once or twice.

Suguru, too. 

Judging by the way he’s whispering sweet affirmations in your ear. Lulling you to sleep. In his warm, safe embrace. 

She’s never seen her friend like this. 

“Girls! Bath time!” Satoru beckons from the bathroom. 

His voice rustles you out of your post coital daze. Nestling deeper into the crook of Suguru’s neck. Shoko watches the way his eyes rest on your flushed face; stroking his hand along your arm. Intermittently pressing kisses along your hairline. 

An enchanting, glass doll they were so eager to shatter just a moment ago. 

“Ready, baby?” 

Suguru murmurs into your ear. And Shoko just knows he’s hoping for a no. Silently praying for more time with you, pliant in his arms like this.

“Mmhm.” Your puffy lips curl up into a sleepy smile. Glossy-eyed, when you finally pull your heavy lids open. 

Suguru’s breath catches in his throat. 

Shoko’s heart rattles around its bony cage.

How do you do this?  

How do you make it so easy to trip and fall so hopelessly in love with you with a bat of an eyelash? 

“…I get it guys, but the water will get cold. And that would be a shame. Because this bath is, perfect.”  

Satoru teases from the bedroom doorway. Startling Shoko and Suguru out of the trance you unintentionally put them in. 

“You don’t have to carry me!” A half-protest bubbles from your lips when Suguru stands with you wrapped up in Shoko’s favorite blanket.

“Shhh, let me do this sweet girl.” He coos, for your ears only. Navigating around Satoru’s lean stature. 

Shoko follows closely behind him, itching for her alone time with you. 

“You’re going to let her feet touch the ground, Suguru?!” 

Her sarcasm is followed by light-hearted laughter settling around your bodies. 

The four of you in tandem like a world class orchestra. Shoko is already lamenting waking up from this dream. 

“Not if I can help it.” Suguru sets you down on the kitchen sink. Nudging enough space for his muscular hips between your legs. 

He cradles your chin in his hand. Taking as many butterfly kisses as you’ll allow.

“Mmm, goodnight, Suguru.”

His name rolls sweet and soft off of your tongue. Like a dark chocolate truffle, and suddenly Shoko wishes her name was Suguru. 

Satoru does too. Judging by the way he yanks his counterpart away from you. His eyes caress your face before his hand does.

“How are you feeling, princess?” 

Hushed and saccharine. Doting. As if a decibel too loud is akin to Hollow Purple. Circling his fingers around your thighs. 

How foreign. 

Shoko can almost taste Satoru’s concern. Attentive in a way that’s inconceivable. 

From her vantage point, she watches you ensnare Satoru in those big, helpless doe eyes. Tempting him to fuck the living daylight out of you (again) but also handle you like a butterfly with a broken wing. 

“Just a bit worn out, pretty boy.” Said with a dreamy little laugh. And Satoru would chase your voice into the clouds if he could. 

He drapes your arms around his neck and you’re putty in his hands. 

“Don’t look at me like that, baby.” He grazes the corner of your lips with his. A dull, insistent ache welling between Shoko’s legs. 

You’re irresistible like this. 

“Unless you want us to wear you out, again.” 

“Satoru!” Your tiny, ineffectual fists slam against Satoru’s pecs. Making the trio even more fond of you. 

Their muse.

“Alright boys, I can take it from here.” 

Unhurried but finite, Shoko shoos her best friends out of the bathroom. Not before Satoru can steal one last kiss from your swollen lips.  

In a matter of minutes Shoko is settled in a sea of warm, eucalyptus bubbles. The light sheen of essential oil grazing her skin, still glimmering with remnants of love-making. 

Her eyes ride the dips and swells of your alluring lines. 

Balmy skin decorated with lust-drunk imprints from Satoru, Suguru and herself. Hand prints. Tiny crescent moons from fingernails. Ellipses of bite marks. A kaleidoscope of red, blue, deep purple. Living, breathing residue of the desperation — the need — you so easily draw from them. 

“Such a pretty girl.” 

You flush under Shoko’s praise. Newly stroked desire bubbling in the back of her throat. You’re so full of averted gazes and warmed cheeks. Twiddling your thumbs. Tentatively shifting a few paces away from the bathtub. 

So shy, now. It’s adorable. 

“Come here, baby.” Shoko curls her fingers inward.

“Okay.” Your response high and thin. Feet moving without resistance. 

Obedient little doll. 

Shoko’s wet dreams couldn’t even come up with a vision this decadent. You’re an oil painting. Soft on the hands, even softer on the eyes. 

You nestle in the warm waters between Shokos legs. Her nipples pebble against your supple flesh. Resting the back of your head on her chest. A lock-in-key fit. 

Comfortable, serene quiet sheaths the room around you. And Shoko is soaring. 

“I like you like this.” She presses a small kiss against your temple. 

“Like what?” You whisper.

Shoko’s hands travel up your navel, cupping your sensitive tits. You arch into her touch. Kitten mewls escape you. So responsive. 

“Soft.” Your nipples stiffen between her thumb and index finger. 

“Vulnerable…a little broken.” Shoko continues. Catching your needy gaze. Pupils blown to full moons. She hovers her lips over yours. Already parted, hanging open. Ready to receive. 

“Shoko.” 

Such a beautiful, pitiful little whine. Tilting your chin up, chasing Shoko’s lips. But she maintains the minimal distance. Instead, kneading your mounds. Drawing a gorgeous melody of whimpers; squirming beneath her ministrations. 

“I like being the one to put your pieces back together,” Shoko teases, dropping her tone. And you draw her in like a moth to flame. 

Shoko’s lips slot into yours with ease. Puzzle pieces meant to fit. She swipes her tongue over yours. Nibbles along your puffy bottom lip.

You’re delicious. 

And panting, when Shoko finally pulls away. Aurora borealis in your eyes. Sparkling. Expansive. 

And even though you are putty in her hands right now. Docile and pliant, hanging on every brush of a finger, every kiss. Shoko is falling.

Free falling.

Without a safety stop in sight. 

[enkvyu]

cicadas fill in the summer silence as you sit at your desk, waiting for class to start. you're vaguely aware of your three classmates seated beside you and perhaps it’s because you're caught in the ambiance of a perfect day, but something like sentimentality seeps in.

“today's the kind of day where i’m reminded how important you guys are to me.”

shoko hums, eye trained on her phone. “you’re reminded?”

“you forgot at some point?” gojo adds.

you groan as getou chuckles, the heartfelt speech dying immediately in your mouth. when he lightly presses you to continue, you wave away his feigned interest.

"but i'm curious!”

you jab your finger in shoko and gojo's direction, and the two ignore you as they continue playing multiplayer snake on their nokia 6610s. "blame those two."

getou grins. "if it’s anything, you mean a lot to me too."

you muffle a smile. "i changed my mind, you're the only one that means anything to me."

"fuck, i lost!" gojo exclaims, sliding back into his chair to throw a fit. "but i never lose, how is this possible? you cheated, shoko!"

"don't be a sore loser, that's even worse than being an ordinary loser."

"i wouldn't have lost if you didn't cheat!"

there's a hard glint in shoko's eye. "does that mean what i think it means?"

gojo leans in. "yes. that means another round."

you look over at them unamused. "any second now, yaga is going to walk into this room and complain our ears off for how noisy you two are being."

shoko yawns and you hear beeping as she plunges into another game. "it’s fine, we’ll know when he gets close enough to hear us anyway. he doesn’t walk, that man stomps down the corridor."

"he’s not the only one that’ll complain about the noise. i might join him in a minute if the two of you won’t shut up, it’s too hot for this." getou joins in, but no one pays him any mind.

"you're going down this time, shoko."

"eat my dust."

you catch gojo sparing shoko a quick glimpse before the starting music plays, and watch with interest as they flicker over to her again.

leaning back, you peer at shoko's screen as her desk was closest to yours, and find that she was once again slithering to victory, gobbling every apple she finds in her way. without a doubt, you were sure she would win.

"gojo," getou sighs. "you're really shit at games."

something bumps into shoko's side and she gives it a quick glance to find that it was gojo's elbow.

"sorry, my arm slipped." he says, but the smirk on his face suggests otherwise.

while shoko is not morally-just enough to condemn cheating, she's oddly passionate about games and thus her desire to win fair and square holds back her anger. she lets the action slide without a counterattack although that doesn't stop her from calling gojo trash.

but when gojo kicks the leg of her chair, causing her to fingers to tremble and miss an apple, she glares at him. "you're playing dirty!"

"i have no idea what you mean." gojo sings. "yes, i'm a point ahead! see what happens when you don't cheat, shoko? i guess that's why you have to do it, otherwise you would just lose lose lose all the time!"

you wince.

shoko clenches her phone harder and closes the point difference in a matter of seconds. but that alone is not enough to settle her irritation.

lifting her foot up, she slams her heel down hard on gojo's ankle and he yelps at the pain. "hey! now you're actually cheating!"

"so you admit i wasn't before!"

gojo doesn't answer and blatantly shoves at shoko's chair. she has to use a hand to steady herself, making her lose another apple and mess up her snake's path. in return, shoko hits gojo's face which presses his glasses in.

"hey!"

"you started this." shoko's victorious smile dims when gojo reaches for her phone and she pulls back just in time. "that's not fair!"

"you're only saying that now?" getou observes.

you look at him. "shouldn't we stop them?"

with gojo stretched out, trying to get shoko's phone, it leaves his stomach vulnerable. shoko rams her fingers into his side and he squeals at the sensation.

shoko yells your name over the chaos. "grab him!"

"getou, you have my back, don't you?" gojo says a second later.

the two of you stand instinctively as your names are called, but you both hover around helplessly. it's only when they say your names again, do you move.

gojo makes one more stretch for shoko's phone as you reach for him, only successfully managing to grab onto one of his wrists. it doesn't hold him back though, he still has his other hand after all, and now getou is beside shoko, hands out ready to tickle her.

shoko giggles slightly when getou's fingers meet their target and it might have been an opening if you hadn't clung onto gojo, pulling him back with your entire weight.

"get off me!" he says to you over his shoulder.

you look back, somewhat confused at your own actions. "no?"

shoko pulls back her arm holding her phone, jamming her elbow into getou's chest. though it doesn't hurt, he steps back anyway. "what are we doing?"

the struggle continues for a few seconds more until the classroom door is pulled to the side with a bang and someone steps through.

the shock of the sudden sound makes shoko loosen her grip and gojo catches that weakness. the tips of his fingers barely grazes her phone and with a final push, and an extension of his infinity, he knocks the phone from her hand.

he knocks the phone from her hand, too hard.

you watch in suspended awe as the object flies across the room in a beautiful arc—

"good morning—"

and hits yaga in the face. it rebounds off his cheek and clatters noisily on the ground. shoko ducks down as the three of you freeze in position, picking up her phone and pocketing it safely.

anger makes yaga's head burn bright red. "who did that?"

calmly, you sit back into your chair and hear the sound echo beside you. without saying a word, the three of you point to gojo.

"yaga! in my defence, shoko was cheating!"

you don't need to look to know yaga had crossed the room and landed a solid fist on gojo's head, his quick cry of pain is alone enough.

yaga fixes his sleeves and clears his throat. "are we ready to start class?"

cicadas chirp from outside your window, and the noise drowns into the bustling hum of a familiar routine. yaga picks up a piece of chalk and turns his back to the class, getou tucks away his bangs from getting in his eyes and shoko yawns into her hand. gojo sinks deeper into his chair, sulking, and you know that even without mentioning your appreciation for them, they could feel it just like how you felt theirs.

it surrounds you like the summer humidity.

dialogue prompt taken from going seventeen episode 61. just some quick silly sashisu + reader stuff because i miss them.

[suguruplsr]

Hey!!!! Can you do the 06 crew (geto, gojo, shoko and nanami) with inexperienced reader? Like reader who hasn’t been in a relationship before. It can be sfw or nsfw up to you! Thank you!!!

them w/ inexperienced reader <3

note: sry i’m finishing this so late :(

,, characters said above x gn! reader , fluff

divider @/enchanthings

Geto Suguru - Affection. This man was bewildered when you asked if holding hands was “normal” for couples. Especially in the beginning when you recoiled from hugs or kisses because you weren't sure it was okay. He had to sit you down and thoroughly talk about how it is normal for couples to engage in more intimate affection compared to that of friends, unless you’re simply uncomfortable with whatever is offered. Which you weren’t, just more so.. oblivious. Now, he reminds you it’s okay to cling onto his arm whenever he holds it out for you, that it’s okay for you to place those sweet kisses on his cheeks whenever he leans down, that it's okay for your hands to touch places that friends don’t. All in due time my love.

Gojo Satoru - Dates. You’re telling me you’ve NEVER been on a date before? Satoru dragged— no, teleported you with a swiftness after that conversation. Want new bracelets? Explore the city? A mall? Food? He’ll take you wherever. And don’t you dare tell him that it’s just a regular-degular hang out. God no. The love between you two will be as bright and apparent as his eyes. Everyone will know the hand intertwined with his belongs to his one and only love. But it’s not just about those normal boring people knowing they’ll never have you. It’s about making you happy and enjoying your time with him. To which, you responded to those words with a deep kiss that may have made the boy short circuit. A blush rushing upon his face from your claim that going anywhere with him would make your day. Because it’s him you’d be with.

Ieiri Shoko - Quality Time. You just don’t know how much she loves being in your presence. Considering she’s usually swamped with studying or tests she can’t cheat her way out of, and taking care of those stupid idiots, she’d love to go find the person she’s been thinking of all day. Only to be told that you want her to rest and that she doesn't have to coddle and be around you to make you feel better about being alone for most of your time. She had to fight the urge to grab the cigarette pack in her pocket and tell you about how much she misses you every second she’s not around. And of course, that led to mandatory cuddle sessions everytime you both would have reprieve from your sorcerer duties. And that was only hours. So you’d better enjoy what you get.

Nanami Kento - Gift Giving. Kento was quite confused when you interrogated him for giving you a simple gift. A gold bracelet. The root for your deep searching of the reason as to why he spent money on you. Do you truly believe it wasn’t out of love? He tried a different approach, learning how to knit a small plush cat after many days of pain and struggle. But, even then, you had your suspicions. Yet, after seeing his bandaged hands and flustered state. You shook your head, holding the plush closer to you and kissing your boyfriend with a smile. After it occurred to you that your boyfriend does make his efforts, you find yourself adoring him even more, a smile never leaving you once.

[daddy-suguru]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ❥ eren, mikasa, suguru, satoru, shoko, sukuna, Kento, toji,

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ fluff, explicit for Toji, sukuna and suguru, emotional softness, asking you out, drunken confession, accidental confession, sukuna is a brat of a dom and punishes you for making him fall, edging, toji likes being your daddy, lightest of angst with a mention of ghosting, pinning, friends with benefits, mikasa doesn’t confess but gives herself away

eren

↝ Slow to notice his crush, but only out of stubborn obliviousness. Of course, his heart beats faster, and he feels happier with you around. You are a close friend all he is doing is chasing off shitty people who would break your heart.

↝ Eren falls in love before it hits him he wants you more than a friend which is why he gets jealous of others showing interest in you.

↝ After a little while of pinning Eren will awkwardly partly confess to you, he likes you instead of asking you out. And he wants to know how you feel about him. He can’t keep pinning over you, either you accept or reject him. - “Do you want to stay friends or do something more..with me?“

mikasa

↝ Catches onto her feelings quickly will hide them and pin after you for a while. There is so much pining, so many sleep overs filled with cuddles that make her heart beat faster.

↝ She becomes more obvious the more she falls for you. From fumbling over her words, to blushing cheeks and love-stuck staring. It becomes so clear she adores you. - “Y-you look beaut-good!”

↝ You will have to make the first move. She wants you to cup her face and kiss her. Which is why she keeps glancing at your lips when you talk. And why the two of you have almost kissed several times before she blushes and backs away.

suguru

↝ Chances are Suguru and You are fooling around already when he realizes his feelings are becoming serious. But by this point, you already have a few things left at his place.

↝ Lowkey panics internally since he knows you like him, but how much do you like him? Do you like him romantically, or just sexually? The fear of it being the second. That one day you'll cut off the benefits because you're settling down with someone that isn't him.

↝ One might he will confront you about no longer being friends with benefits. And that if he is going to keep fooling around with you, you are going to have to date him. Otherwise, he is going to walk away to keep the crush he is harboring from growing stronger. - “I can’t do this friends with benefits thing anymore, I want something more with you. So it’s we date or we go back to being just friends.”

satoru

↝ Not oblivious, but in heavy denial. He will convince himself what he feels is a baseless attraction, only not a crush. Until he is fully in love with you and there is no running from his feelings. Because after every other thought of what he needs to be doing, is a thought about you.

↝ He avoids you for a little while. While he comes to terms with how much he loves you. And how scared he is to lose you. He finds himself wonderful if you would ever take him serious. If he could take himself seriously since he keeps wanting to shove his feelings aside.

↝ Satoru has several reasons he doesn’t want a relationship. With too much riding on him and how he is too busy for a relationship. And that he can’t withstand losing another lover. His heart already aches so much but you soothe it. So after fighting his love for a week he accepts his feelings. And accidentally confesses after you do something adorable. - “I love it when you say my name. I want to kiss you so badly you're so damn adorable! It’s illegal.”

shoko

↝ It's late after work, and both of you are sharing a drink and cuddling. When it slips out, - “Mm your so warmnsoft, love staying herewiiiith you. I looovvve you! beee miiiineee!” The two of you were letting things progress without talking about it. With both of you letting your hands wonder, holding each other closer. And making out while watching movies. This was the next step.

↝ It’s a few days after her drunken confession that she will question what you remember. And after finding out you remember enough, she talks to you about it. This time sober.

↝ So she asks for another chance to asking you out and confessing her feelings in a more sober way. So she can plan something simple yet thoughtful like a stay at home date.

sukuna

↝ He gets annoyed that he likes you. First he starts off getting mad with himself that he is falling for someone. While tries to convince himself out of, which he fails at doing since he can’t stay away from you.

↝ His annoyance is then directed toward you. One night, Sukuna punishes you out of the blue for being a brat. Even though you have done nothing wrong. He won’t let you cum and you're crying for it. While wondering what you did, but you figure he is just venting some anger about something. That was the first time he did aftercare beyond just wiping you down. Sukuna is checking you over slowly, holding you close. It's his acceptance.

↝ Won’t tell you what he punished you for and you are pouty still during aftercare. And so unable to look you in the eyes, with his face in your neck he tells you - “I want a ring on your finger to tell others your mine. Or at least a necklace of my name.”

kento

↝ When he realizes, he is also fairly confident you feel the romance spark between you both. So he thinks if he is ready for a relationship before thinking about the best way to ask you out.

↝ Settles on a private type date asking you out to a picnic. For which Kento makes his favorite loaf of bread. He also brings a spread and wine to match it. While also packing some sandwiches, chocolate, and various fruits into a picnic basket. - “Would you like to drink wine and watch the sunset with me?”

↝ He drives you to a beautiful forest, and the two of you relax in a beautiful clearing by a cliff that overlooks a breathtaking waterfall. There he spreads out the blanket and the two of you talk for hours. While watching the sunset.

toji

↝ Notice that he could fall for you the moment he met you. But ignored it and then called himself a dumbass sometime later when he caught feelings. Then he ghosted you for a couple months before he shows up at 3 in the morning bloody and needing a place to crash. He doesn’t even address his ghosting you like nothing happened. Until you bring it up while patching him up.

↝ Toji tells a half lie and says his job kept him from you. He doesn't tell you that while he had been gone, he couldn’t enjoy anything because every night he craved being in bed with you. He tried to throw himself into work but it doesn’t take away the thought of you.

↝ Even with the injuries, Toji couldn’t care less. He drinks till he is tipsy then folds you in two. It just means he has to go extra slow with you so you don’t whine about his health. It’s while fucking you he gets so possessive, Which you assume to be a heat of-the-moment thing until he insists during aftercare you’re his and that you’re stuck with him. - “I was gone for a while but Daddy stacked up some money and ya are quittin’ your job n coming with me on a lil trip. Because like I said you’re mine, and I’ll be damned if we don’t make up for lost time.”

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

you drink your coffee black and we are afraid of each other ; shoko ieiri

synopsis; shoko makes you a morning cup of coffee; turns out she’s not very good at that, but it’s the thought that counts.

word count; 4.2k

contents; shoko ieiri/reader, gn!reader (but written w a fem!reader in mind), fluff fluff fluff!!, just normal morning shenanigans at the ieiri household, implied stsg (my brand), shoko can be a girlfailure. as a treat, reader is absolutely whipped (and so am i)

a/n; been writing too much gojo n geto lately. neglecting my wife :((((((( let it be known that i am a shoko stan first human second. this one is for my wlws pls eat up!!!!

you wake up to the sound of your girlfriend’s voice.

melodic and soft, low and saccharine; almost like she’s coaxing you out of hiding. a sound so lovely you wish you could drown in it, laced together with a distinctly raspy tilt, one you can only attribute to the copious amounts of cigarettes she smoked back in high school. one that gets you a little bit weak in the knees.

a leftover residue, bittersweet memories ghosting her lips. in the mornings, it’s particularly prominent. a little intoxicating. manifesting itself as a shiver down your spine, a jolt of your heartbeat, a flush on your skin for every word that she speaks. it’s enough to have you slipping from sleep’s embrace, carried back into the cradle of reality.

why you notice her voice first, and not the smell of something burning — or the sound of insistent beeping — is honestly beyond you. 

it doesn’t take long for your sleepy brain to react, however, a pang of anxiety rushing through your slumbering veins. hurriedly stirring you awake. abrupting your dreamlike, drowsy state, tangled up in silken sheets with your neck smudged by lipstick marks; an alluring red, one shoko typically favors when she’s going out for a drink. coming home just a tiny bit tipsy, affectionate and giggly.

and when your eyelids finally flutter open, your mind melting into the motion of the waking world, you shoot up in a sudden bout of panic.

because fuck, you belatedly, groggily realize — that’s the fucking fire alarm.

and shoko is spewing curses, from afar, loud enough that you can hear it even through the fog of fatigue that clouds your brain. a raspy string of words that you don’t quite catch, but they’re enough to have you scrambling out of bed, nearly bumping into the doorframe as you kick the blanket off your legs.

”what happened?” you croak out, chest heaving a little, having stumbled into the smoke-filled kitchen. disgruntled, reeling with the aftermath of your deep slumber, cold air nipping at your bare skin. the balcony door is open, and the smell of rain invades your apartment.

when you look out the window, all you see is a gray sky, blanketed by a thick coating of wool. smothered by clouds, not a single ray of sunlight slipping through the cracks. the world smells dewy and sweet, asphalt and flowers melting into a nostalgic fragrance, one that reminds you a bit of high school smoke breaks — huddling under the slide at the nearest playground, watching a pretty girl wrap her lips around a cigarette, exhaling smoke just for it to melt into the pouring rain.

one that reminds you a bit of the woman right in front of you, balancing on a chair and stretching her goosebump-ridden arms towards the ceiling, wearing nothing but a lacey bra and a pair of unbuttoned jeans. messy hair that cascades down her back, brows furrowed, eyes simmering with irritation — before flitting over to meet your own.

shoko blinks. then sighs. ”you woke up?” she mutters, and you try not to shiver when the tremor of her voice deepens, morning-fatigue seeping into the syllables. “fuck. sorry, i —”

she stumbles a little, shifting her weight from one foot to another, and you take a step forward. on instinct, as if getting ready to cushion her fall. ready to be of service, in any way you can.

”don’t worry,” she fumbles with the fire alarm, clicking her tongue. nails scraping against plastic. “it’s fine, i just need to — there we go.” 

finally, the beeping stops. and your shoulders relax, immediately, the tight little ball inside your chest untangling. with a deep inhale, the fragrance of espresso and smoke fills your nostrils, and a sense of calm washes over you. rooting your feet to the floor. 

shoko settles down, too, seating herself on the wooden chair. a huff slipping from her lips. they’re smudged, a blurry red she still hasn’t found the energy to wipe away. 

bringing a hand up to card through her hair, lithe fingers in between her messy auburn locks, she exhales. a blend between fatigue and relief.

”god. i need a cig.”

a moment passes. she raises her head, and sees the sleepy little pout playing at your lips — her eyes softening. blooming with something fond. giving you a smile, tired, small. but reassuring. 

”i’m just kidding, love,” she chuckles. “relax.”

”don’t joke about that,” you frown, rubbing the sleep from your weary eyes. stifling a tiny yawn. ”.. took me so long to get you to quit.”

(sometimes you can still see the smoke leave her lungs when she exhales.)

shoko keeps smiling, but doesn’t say anything else. the pitter patter of rain against your balcony railing fills the silence of the kitchen, still brimming with a light layer of smoke, slowly dwindling. cold air drawing it out. clad only in one of suguru’s old t-shirts, you shiver, and shoko seems to notice.

“good morning,” she coaxes, opening her arms slightly — and you move forward, a moth to a flame. without thinking. “sorry for waking you.”

she wraps her arms around your waist, attaching her jaw to the curve of your shoulder, and you melt into the embrace. leaning close, to tuck yourself into her neck. she smells like lavender shampoo. “‘s fine,” you mumble, a yawn muffled into her collarbone. “what happened? are you okay?”

when her plump lips press against the sensitive skin of your neck, right next to one of the kiss marks she left there last night, you can’t help but shiver again. she must feel it, because you can hear the smile she’s trying to bite back in her voice when she answers.

“mm,” she hums, a gravelly noise that makes your throat clog up a little. “just burned something, it’s fine. don’t worry.”

tentatively, you take a step back. just to see her. gazing down at her, into her hazel eyes, the fading crescents beneath them. not as dark as they used to be, not as heavy with lost sleep.

shoko is gorgeous. always, every single day, but you think she’s particularly breathtaking like this. when it’s early, and she’s groggy and a little disheveled, eyes weary and lipstick smudged — bra strap close to slipping off her shoulder, black lace against pale skin, moles littering her forearms and chest like star clusters. oversized jeans that expose the curve of her waist, the fat of her hips, and you don’t notice how intently you’re staring until shoko’s raspy voice reaches your burning ears.

“eyes up here, baby.”

you do as you’re told, and she stifles a chuckle. eyes rich with amusement. you try not to blush.

“sorry.” you chew at the inside of your cheek. eyes trailing to the houseplants by the windowsill. “.. you’re just so pretty.”

shoko tilts her head, an exasperated little breath rolling off her tongue. almost a coo. she’s incapable of blushing; but if she wasn’t, you’re sure she'd blush. 

“thanks.” her touch is light, fingertips trailing down the expanse of your arm. “you are, too. red is a good colour on you.”

you blink. shoko’s eyes are crinkled at the edges, soft lines of crows’ feet, and you huff when you realize she’s talking about the marks on your neck. suddenly a little self-conscious, you bring a hand up to rub at the skin — as if hoping to wipe them away. you doubt it works. shoko just breathes out an airy chuckle, getting up from her seat.

she looks tired, still. stretching her limbs out, sleepily, blinking drowsily.

and it’s odd, you think. that she got up this early, that she didn’t cling to you and make you stay with her in bed like she usually does. you don’t know anyone who loves sleeping in more than shoko does. especially after a night out.

so it’s strange. very strange.

“hey, sho.”

“hm?”

you tilt your head. “why are you up this early, anyway?”

she blinks, and then glances at the clock on the wall. ticking idly, counting down. when she looks back at you, she’s got a single eyebrow raised. “it’s not really early.”

“for you it is,” you quip, something resembling a grin tugging at your lips. and she rolls her eyes, smiling, before linking her arm with yours. bringing you to the stove.

“i was, uh —“ a pause. she does a little cough under her breath, clearing her throat. “trying to make coffee.”

silently, you look at the mess in front of you; what used to be your squeaky-clean stovetop, now stained with a muddy, rusty residue. an unassuming coffee pot sits to the side, having seemingly boiled over, smoke still drifting up into the air.

shoko cringes, a little. before a wry smile makes its way to her lips. ”it was…” she clicks her tongue. sighing softly. ”an attempt.”

”… wait.” you turn to look at her, dubiously, and she avoids your gaze. ”that’s what you burned? coffee?” still no answer. a tiny smile tugs at your lips, and you can’t help it if your voice comes out sounding a little teasing. ”how is that even possible?”

”look,” shoko exhales, heavy. ”i don’t know, okay? i think it was the coffee grounds, or something. i look away for one second, and it’s just —”

a little giggle slips from your lips, and shoko shoots you a glare. mostly harmless, but she untangles her arm from your own. ”sorry, it’s just —” you apologize, failing to hide your amusement. ”why didn’t you just use the espresso machine, honey?”

she bites her lip, and you think she might be just a little embarrassed. averting her gaze, briefly flitting towards the machine in question. ”… i didn’t know how to use it,” she mutters. ”i’ve seen you do it, obviously, but i never paid attention to the steps.”

a smile graces your lips. consoling. “it’s not that complicated once you know how it works,” you nudge her arm with your elbow. ”it just looks that way.”

she hums. a click of her tongue, as she adjusts her bra strap. ”well, anyway. i tried. so.”

”right.” you try to stifle a grin, to no avail. ”so… you burned your coffee.”

”and woke you up.” she grins, herself, just a tiny bit self-deprecating. but pretty, always, hair falling over her eyes when she tilts her head. ”a mess, aren’t i?”

”not at all.”

shoko looks at you, and your eyes meet hers. unflinchingly. tired irises falling into the gentle hue of your own, trickling down to the curve of your lips. there’s an honesty to your voice that she’s never quite been able to deal with. 

(love, she thinks. a kind of love she finds somewhat hard to stomach. a sea of acceptance that she fears she’ll eventually drown in.)

before she can properly fall into a morning spiral, you stretch your neck a bit, idly, and she gets a good look at the red marks littering your skin. the way your pulse beats at the base of your throat. tender, slight, a mantra she’s grown just a little bit addicted to. 

”why, though?” you hum, and shoko blinks. snapped out of her thoughts, and back into reality. back into you, the faux pout on your lips. playful, but a little confused. ”i thought i was the coffee brewer of this relationship…” 

and it’s true. you’ve been making shoko’s morning cups of coffee for a while, now, even before you moved in together. she likes it black, sometimes with a drop of cream, sometimes with a cube of sugar. never both. you think it’s very like her, to tiptoe that line between bitter and sweet — never entirely giving in to one or the other. there’s a balance to shoko, something stable. something for you to hold on to, a bitter tinge or syrupy taste that always leaves you yearning for more.

truthfully, your coffee brewing skills aren’t anything special. but it makes shoko happy, to wake up and stumble into the kitchen, being able to hug your back. being handed a cup of fresh coffee. sipping from it in silence, muttering out a groggy good morning that makes your heart flutter.

(to you, it’s precious. that lilt of her voice, that bittersweet tinge. the dearest thing in the world.)

plump bottom lip trapped between her teeth, shoko furrows her brows. ever so slightly. nails tapping at the edge of the kitchen counter, a series of satisfying clicks against the marble. “… well.” 

she clears her throat, but doesn’t say anything else. a moment passes. you try to find the answer in the curve of her lips, the crease of her brow, in the depths of her eyes — but you don’t succeed.

something discomforting settles in the bottom of your throat. almost uncertain, maybe a bit anxious. sheepish, as your tired mind spins in circles. parting your lips. hesitant.

“do you… not like the way i make it?” there’s a dejected tilt to your voice when it spills out, one that makes you feel a little silly. so you smile, or try to, eyes trailing towards the windows; you note that the rain has grown heavier. “i can change how —“

“what?” shoko cuts you off. “no. no, of course not — your coffee’s perfect. honestly.”

again, your eyes meet. and again, shoko seems to be struggling with finding the right words. or maybe she’s struggling to voice them.

“i just… haah.” she brings a hand up to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose. you just watch, silent, hungry to hear the thoughts she’s not letting you in on.

a beat. again, the sound of the rain against steel railings, the scent of honeydew and concrete. espresso-flavored smoke, almost entirely faded, leaving only cold air to nip at your thighs. 

and again, as always, inevitably, your eyes are fixed on shoko — a moth to her flame. helpless to the cinders that ghost at your skin whenever she looks at you. a certain contemplation swims inside her eyes, simmering beneath the surface, as she chews gently at the plush of her lips. before turning to face you.

you can only blink. but shoko finally speaks, clearing her throat in a way that strikes you as rather sheepish.

“well — you’re always the one doing all the work. aren’t you?” her voice trickles out into the air, low and saccharine, a blanket pulled over your shoulders. so soft you hold your breath and strain your ears, just to make sure you hear it. “i guess i figured… i don’t know.”

shoko pauses, again, and you can almost delude yourself into thinking there’s a cherry red tint to the tips of her ears. when she parts her lips, that usually carefree voice of hers sounds almost meek. almost, but not quite. more like unsure. embarrassed?

another moment passes, entirely silent. shoko swallows her pride.

“.. satoru always brags about suguru making him those fucked up sugary drinks he likes,“ she mumbles. turning around, to rest her back against the counter, looking out at the downpour. “says it makes him feel so loved. or whatnot. so i just —“ 

she waves her hand, haphazardly. 

“you know.“

a beat. then another. you can physically feel your lips part, a kind of surprise weaving itself into the contours of your face. 

and when you finally speak, your voice comes out a little garbled, scrambling for the right words. not sure if you should feel deeply amused, or just a tiny bit horrified. “wait. you’re saying you…” a moment passes. silent, slow, and all you can do is blink owlishly. in disbelief.

“… got inspired by suguru?”

shoko groans, deep and gravelly, almost comically agonized. covering her face with her pretty hands. “don’t say it,” she pleads, “you’re making it sound as dumb as it is.”

a little giggle slips from your lips. accidental, but she still shoots you a displeased look, huffing under her breath. crossing her arms just to tap at her forearm with her nimble fingers. frowning.

“don’t laugh at me.”

“sorry,” you search for her gaze, but she keeps looking ahead. so stubborn. “i don’t mean to, ‘s just — not very like you, y’know?”

shoko exhales. nearly a huff, but not quite. and you think she must be embarrassed, gnawing at her lip like that, fingers eagerly searching for something to fidget with. it makes you soften, impeccably, the blood inside your veins warming up beneath your skin. stirring you, coaxing you into soothing her. your very own heartbeat seems to be a little enamored with shoko ieiri.

”i appreciate the thought,” you smile. a tender tone, sincere. lingering with amusement. “really. but let’s not base our entire relationship around satoru and suguru of all people, alright?”

and again, she sighs. brittle, a little fatigued. brows scrunching together. ”look, i —”

a pause. she gnaws at her plump bottom lip, eyelashes fluttering like a battered heartbeat. her voice comes out sounding soft, all duvet pillows and fresh lavender, a lilt that anchors you to earth. sweet words. so honest it makes your breath hitch.

”i want to take care of you.”

and this time, you’re the flustered one. burning under her gaze, feeling a heat blossom on your skin. feeling the fervent pitter patter of your heartbeat, as her pretty eyes look into yours. a nice mocha brown. 

but even with the fresh embarrassment trickling through your veins, you find it in you to speak. desperate, maybe, to cross the distance between you — even when it borders on non-existent. desperate to feel your heartbeats synchronize, figuratively or literally. to stitch them together.

“i want to take care of you, too,” you echo, looking down at the floor. and then back at your girlfriend. hesitant, a tad shy. but sincere.

a sincerity so palpable it makes shoko feel a little jealous. 

(sometimes, she finds herself wanting to put a hand inside your chest. dig around your organs, run her fingertips down every single one, until she finds what she's looking for. that miraculous something that makes you stick around, that makes you so frighteningly easy to love. that makes her want to safeguard you so terribly.)

”then let’s take care of each other,” she breathes, a small smile slipping into the curve of her lips. reaching out to brush against your knuckle, weave your fingers together. delicate. 

she clears her throat. “… i guess.” 

and you can’t help but smile. somewhat cheeky, a little teasing. “ah,” your eyes crinkle, and you stifle a coo. “did that embarrass you?”

a sharp little scoff. shoko gives you a lazy grin, paired with a soft roll of her eyes. brushing her thumb across your knuckles, even still. “oh, shut up.”

the world seems to still, ever so slightly, as you look into each other’s eyes. like everything else is just background noise, from the pitter patter of the rain to the fading smell of coffee all around you. shoko looks at you like she’s trying to see inside your brain, see what makes you tick, see you for what you are.

and when she eventually leans in for a kiss, you’re pliant. expectant. her lips against yours, breathing you in, as soft as ever. like she’s afraid of getting too greedy. she tastes like nectar and cosmetics.

“give me some time,” she says, after pulling back. hands on your waist, squeezing softly. “i’ll make you another cup right now.”

”sure you don’t want me to do it?” you ask. “i don’t mind.”

another little scoff. offended. ”look, i’m not incompetent, okay? i’m just not used to it.” she untangles herself from you, warmth slipping away. you will yourself not to chase it. “just stand there and look pretty for me.”

and she smiles, when those words make you giggle, infected by your sleepy joy. something soft and silky blooms inside her ribcage, mirrored by the glimmer in your eyes when you intertwine your hands again. fingertips brushing against each other, delicate, a love that’s handled with care.

”.. i like making you coffee,” you whisper after a beat. smiling. under your breath, like you’re telling her a secret. ”it makes me happy.”

a moment passes. something in shoko’s bones still, for a second, enough for you to notice. and her eyes fill with a kind of hesitance. doubt, maybe. or fear.

when shoko opens up to you, it’s always like this. sleepy, rainy days, or tipsy afternoons. in no more than a whisper, a fragile breath, the ghost of a confession. when you can feel her heartbeat, one finger on her wrist, listening to the rhythm of her pulse. intimate. a little clumsy, but…

”i just don’t want you to spend too much of yourself on me.”

the words are spoken in passing, almost casually, a lighthearted kind of resignation. a hungry ghost. one that follows her, follows you. suguru and satoru, too. there’s a lump in her throat, you can tell, something that makes it a little harder to say what she means. an intimacy that frightens her in a way nothing else can; frightened to hold it in her palms, to keep it close without having it break apart.

(not just her — you all are. all four of you. that’s why you've always been together, you think, why you always will be. four hedgehogs huddling together in the cold of night, too desperate for warmth to stay away from each other's spines.)

carefully, almost cautiously, you bring her hand to your lips. as if you’re handling a flimsy sheet of glass. featherlight, a touch so tender you hope she knows what you’re about to say before the words leave your throat.

“you’re worth it,” is whispered against her skin, your lips against her knuckles. shoko softens, but you think the sigh that slips from her lips sounds just a little shaky. “always.”

and finally, you know you aren't deluding yourself. it’s there, visible, the cherry red of her ears; a red that matches the lipstick on your skin. a flush that never travels down to her face. but it’s enough.

she clears her throat. voice beginning to change shape, slowly but surely, morning fatigue peeled off with the ticking of the clock. there’s still a raspy residue, leftover smoke that’ll never quite leave her lungs, but it’s silkier now. trickling like honey from her parted lips.

and it’s terribly soft, her tongue twisting around the vowels, a low lilt that drips with tenderness. she wills herself to smile. tired, but fond. “just let me make you one cup, then.”

so you do.

you let her, after briefly pointing out the functions of the far too expensive espresso machine that satoru bought you when you first moved in, and she listens intently. those pretty eyes, the intelligence behind them, her lips pursed in focus. shoko’s a genius, you’ve always thought — so effortlessly good at memorization, at figuring out how things work. what ties everything together. 

you think it’s a little comical that she struggled so much with making coffee, of all things, but you choose to attribute it to her slight hangover.  

because she’s focused, when she begins to fiddle with the machine. attentive. as if she’s dissecting it. a satisfaction in the way she moves, the way everything clicks into place as she works. everything serves a purpose, every single part in the machinery, every tube or pump of caffeine. she compares it to the human body, a glint in her eyes, and you can’t disagree.

all you can do is watch her. silently, entirely mesmerized. sitting on the kitchen counter, bare thighs against the marble, swinging your legs. telling her about the dream you had, while she listens. always.

a fresh, thick aroma of espresso and rainwater begins to waft through the apartment. one you drink in, greedy, steam filling your lungs. as you admire how the tiny droplets bounce off the hyacinths blooming on your balcony.

and when she’s finished, producing one cup of espresso, tailored to your liking, you can’t still the beating of your heart. unsure if you should blame it on the caffeine yet to enter your veins, or the proud smile that lingers on your girlfriend’s lips. maybe the way her fingers curl around the handle, the way a soft here, baby, spills from her smudged lips. all of the above, probably.

she’s gorgeous. breathtaking. sometimes you want to give her everything, more than you could live without. your heart, your lungs, your eyes. anything she asks for.

but she would never. all she’ll ever need is for you to keep sticking around, keep telling her about your silly dreams, keep letting her feel the beat of your pulse at the base of your throat. a mantra she’s fallen a little bit in love with.

and when you put your lips against the ceramic, and a bittersweet scent fills your lungs, you think you can taste it. that care, a love soft enough to mend all the jagged edges of your heart.

shoko smiles. smoothing a stray eyelash from your skin, thumb against your cheekbone. “how is it?”

(you swear it’s the best cup of coffee you’ve ever had.)

[emmyrosee]

(hi hello don’t mind me coming back and doing the event right this time 😭 BUT FEEL FREE TO IGNORE!!!)

17 with shoko 👀🤲🏻

I adore her. my wife.

Dawg I literally love her so much-

17 with shoko… pet names 🥰

“How do you want your tea, doll?”

Immediately, ieiri’s head pops up from her phone perched on the counter, surprise in her eyes at first before it melts into amusement. “That’s a new one,” she purrs. “Never called me that one before.”

“What?” You chuckle, although your heart pounds as your mind finally catches up with the playful pet name that slipped off your tongue without permission. “Thought I might give it a go.”

She pushes herself up and off of her counter leaning, stalking towards you with a smile that can only mean trouble. “‘Give it a go’, you say?”

“Ieiri-“

“Oo, now we’re bringing out the government name, huh angel?” She smirks, relishing in the way you buckle just enough for her to notice. “What? What’s got you nervous, baby girl?”

“Oh my god-“

“What tea do you want to make me, princess? One with cream and sugar? Because I think you’re all the sugar I need-“

You shake your head, “I get it, doll isn’t a nickname you’re into, leave me alone!” You giggle.

She cards her hair back, revealing more of her nonchalance for the situation while you practically combust in front of her, “oh, I never said I wasn’t into it. Don’t put words in my mouth, schnookums.”

“EW!” You cackle, “I hated that!” You thunk your head against her chest while she continues to chuckle, her arms wrapping lowly around you and hugging you close, kissing the crown of your head repeatedly. “I’ll stick with babe and hun for now, I’ve learned my lesson.”

She shrugs, “you can call me whatever you want. You know that.”

“Well… can I call you mine?”

She offers you a dramatic, fake gag, collapsing you into a fit of giggles while the tea remains forgotten, but your love burns in its place.

[satocidal]

1:15 pm — Shoko Ieri

Shoko worked quietly- a little look here and a little look there, you were already asleep.

A quiet chuckle escaped her mouth as she flipped through the pages- it's so hard becoming a doctor- shed have complained to you, but since you were asleep, she chose to suck it up.

In her moments of hefty working and memorising her notes- the clock ticked slow and slower except somehow it was morning already.

4 cups of coffee and several yawns later she seemed to notice- only after the sun peeked through her blinds- the sun was up and so was she.

Normally shed shrug it off and continue- except this time you were in her room, right beside her and you were strict when it came to her health.

She was fine with you telling her off to quit smoking- she was making progress too, but your deal with her sleep schedule three her off.

But oh, how she couldn't say no—never to you.

And you took your advantages and opportunities to your liking.

So when your eyes fluttered open with the light and the small ripple of her pages turning—Shoko could only sit in slight panic and guilt.

“Shoko,” you called out, your voice the perfect amount of raspy as she loved, “you woke up early love?”

She sat there, a lie ready to roll of her tongue, “yes,” she would say, “the upcoming test is stressing me you know,” she would nod.

Except she couldn't. Not to you.

She sat there frozen- a guilty smile on her lips—“sorry,” she mumbled, “I thought I had time and then I just…didnt sleep,” she confessed honestly.

You nodded silently, observing the 4 cups f coffee and her eye bags—”its alright babe,” you smiled, “c’mere,” you called her beside yourself on the couch.

To none but her own surprise, she walked rather quickly - and into your embrace. Your hands quickly wrapped around her waist, eyes still drooping with sleep—“sleep with me, please?”

Your voice sounded so cute- not that shoko would deny you, but when you sounded this way, she absolutely could never.

She nodded slowly, pressing a kiss on your forehead and smiling as you nuzzled your head on her chest—“I'm spooning you today.”

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[sayakasnonsense]

JJK and their bubble tea order.

Random af but who cares

Pun: it’s November, the most wine-derful time of the year is coming.

Gojo Satoru.

Brown sugar milk tea with popping boba. It’s the classic and we all know this man has a massive sweet tooth. Brown sugar milk tea is probably the most unhealthy, sugar filled drink on the menu, and why the popping boba? He’s just not like other guys 👉👈

Geto Suguru.

Matchataro with grass jelly

He just strikes me as the kind of guy who likes bitter things. He’s also a very traditional guy, so I feel matcha would be to his fancy. Not to mention how the sweet and smooth grass jelly would contrast the matcha and taro perfectly.

Shoko Ieiri.

She does not like bubble tea. Shoko prefers her usual cold brew to kickstart her day. She doesn’t sleep much, so she needs all the caffeine she can get.

Yuji Itadori.

Mango fruit tea with Sakura konjac pearls.

I like to think that Yuji prefers something not too sweet and not too bitter. Mango fruit tea would be a nice treat on the weekend, and the konjac pearls are just… chewy.

Nobara Kugisaki.

Rose milk tea with Sakura konjac pearls.

Similarly to Yuji, she likes the mouthfeel of the konjac pearls, and she loves how pink her drink looks with lol the pink toppings. The rose tea makes her look very classy, and it makes for a great Instagram post.

Megumi Fushiguro.

Another one that hates bubble tea. It’s too sweet for him and it makes him feel sick. He does not understand why on earth his Sensei loves sweets so much! He’d honestly just want water

[nanaslutt]

accidentally sending the jjk characters nudes (pre relationship)

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, shiu, higuruma, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack, fluff

ʚ note: i kept the contact the names the same for convenience ^.^

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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[arminsumi]

★ Content : 🔞 light smut, strangers who r soulmates, thigh riding, breast play

Shoko kissing you so hard that she knocks the wind out of you.

Neither of you know each other's names, but you've shared these lustful, needy glances all night. When she passes you in the hallway, one electric look is all it takes for you two to take each other's hands and run off together — totally abandoning the Christmas party.

You two make out like you're long lost soulmates, yet neither of you say a word. The temperature rises into a sweltering heat. Without much other options, you and her climb into the backseat of her car and slowly strip each other's clothes off.

By now your friends are texting you, asking if you left the party early because they noticed you've just vanished.

Well Shoko Ieiri is responsible for whisking you away.

It was fate to meet someone like her tonight. Your spirits complement each other perfectly, nobody has ever made you feel so alive with just eye contact.

Exchanging breaths with you, staring intensely into the depths of your soul with a burning desire. There's the lingering scent of smoke on her sweater — which you'd be wearing by the end of the night after hastily pulling it on to cover your exposed breasts.

Just like so many times, Shoko's friends interrupt her. There's a tap at the car window, giggling voices behind it sounding like a very drunk Suguru clinging to a very sober Satoru.

Shoko is just starting to nip at your breasts while riding your thigh for friction when these idiots show up.

"Shoko, need ya to take us home, please."

She sighs and mutters a deep apology to you, her mood turning sour. Rolling down the window, she glares holes into Satoru who peers right in.

"Oh, did I interrupt something? Sorry." he says cheekily, watching you pull Shoko's sweater down over your breasts. She's just left in her white shirt, chest heaving from the short sexual high that the two of you enjoyed.

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

[bunny584]

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20-something. Pisces. Lover girl. Pager in one hand, scalpel in the other. Silly little stories somewhere in between. JJK-centric but an absolute sucker for a moody brunette (in 2D and 3D). Mostly NSFW / Mature content. 18+.

Cute lil messages encouraged, Asks/DMs always open 🤍

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OBSESSED: The world’s hottest 2D cast is smitten with you & this is how they behave (spoiler: it’s unhinged) Pick your poison:

Nanami: Part I, Part II ୨୧ Geto: Part I, Part II ୨୧ Gojo

Shoko & The Boys: Part I, Part II, Finale ୨୧ Choso

Yuta: Part I, Part II ୨୧ Itadori ୨୧ Fushiguro

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Heaven & Hell (AO3): Think murder boyfriends, sweet girlfriend. Poly SatoSugu x Reader. Ongoing

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A Girl With No Name: Think manic pixie dream, Frat/Euphoria AU. Poly SatoSugu x Reader. Complete

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Turning Tables: Think how the boys act when you give them a gift. Complete.

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For I Have Sinned: Think Priest Geto needing deliverance from temptation..or does he? Ongoing.

[enkvyu]

jjk characters as spiderman pt. one

part one featuring: satoru, suguru, shoko word count: ~3000 warnings: mentions of death, murder and grief. use of profanities. varied headcannon formatting and writing styles part two coming soon

gojo satoru

having spiderman as your boyfriend, is really annoying

sometimes you'll find yourself strolling down the street, peacefully doomscrolling through your phone, when your world flips upside down and gravity is taken from under your feet. only bundles of web keep you suspended in the air, and even your phone which had slipped from your hands, is webbed to the side of the building

blood rushes to your head, fuelling your anger and you have a feeling that you already know the suspect before spiderman shows himself, a certain swagger in his steps as he approaches you

"are you in trouble, random citizen? do you need to be saved?"

you want to curse him out and he knows it. so before you can open your mouth, gojo lifts the bottom of his mask and closes the distance between the two of you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. that shuts you up every time

the bus creaks over the edge of the broken bridge, passengers huddled in corners or pressed up against the window in a means of escape. you usher the children out the door where strangers safely on the other side reach for them. a jarring abyss lays waiting in the gap below. 

another creak, your hands fly out to find balance and you hear the screams of others reflected inside your head. the tremble in your fingers becomes harder to hide as the bus slides down, down, down, suspended only due to the front wheels clinging to the ragged edge of the road. 

spiderman was late, and that mistake was all it’ll take for countless lives to stain his hands. but of course, your boyfriend was the one and only spiderman, and though you often rolled your eyes at his arrogance, it was there for a reason. 

a sudden cheering tears your eyes away from the ledge, and your shoulders sag as a distant figure flies into view. 

even in this moment, you can't help but laugh as he swings excessively over the site. it's almost like time stops when your eyes meet, and you see him through the white of his mask. eyes wide, was that a stammer in his swing? and suddenly he's coming towards you.

something flickers to your right, and you spot the prowler slashing his way towards you too. it must have been the widening of your eyes that gave it away as gojo turns his head and traces your gaze. the stammer in his swing is unmistakable now and with a weird feeling brewing in your stomach, you greet him. 

gojo calls your name and you have to hush him before the sound gets too loud. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine, spiderman. none of us are harmed. everyone’s only terrified because the bus is about to fall into that weird blackhole thing, down there." his eyes follow your finger and he curses. "think you can do your job and save us?” you say when he doesn't immediately move.

gojo nods. his webs fly out from his wrists and ties the front of the bus to two poles on either side of the bridge. they wrap round and round and round once more, just to be safe. just as gojo is about to pull the bus up, the prowler drops onto the road. 

you turn your head with spiderman and only the whispers of bystanders fill the scene. 

“spiderman! long time no see.” 

“this was your doing.” gojo grits out.

“think of it as a surprise gift. i wanted to return what you gave me.” the prowler lifts his hand and yanks at his right arm, pulling it clean off. 

you shriek and hide your eyes with your hands, peeking between your fingers to see that the arm was mechanical. 

“i needed a hand.” gojo retorts. “who knew you would come to my rescue. you didn’t need much convincing to show yourself to me, huh? this time for sure, i’ll get you.” 

the prowler laughs and its the sound of death. “then lets see if you can catch me.” 

he starts running off into the crowd of spectators, a path craved out for him without much effort. spiderman takes a single step forward, before turning back. you recognise the question in his eyes even before he has the chance to voice it.

“go!” you shout. “we’ve got it from here. the longer you stay here, the less time we’ll have to be safe. just go!”

gojo’s eyes show hesitance even through the mask, and for a second, you think he might stay. 

his arm comes up, web shooting from his wrist to secure the bus even more to the edge of the bridge. fear makes your mouth dry but you manipulate it to show a smile anyway. 

“be safe.” spiderman says. “i love—”

“just go!” you say over him, hoping the people around him didn't hear his last few words. “we’ll be okay, dummy.” 

when spiderman leaves, you take in a sharp inhale before turning around. “everyone, come up one at a time! the bus won’t be falling anytime soon but we still have to hurry. get the children out first, here, take my hand!” 

metres away, the prowler tumbles back as spiderman’s feet hit him square in the chest. “you followed me all the way out here, gojo? even though your girlfriend’s in danger?”

gojo swallows back the sour taste in his mouth. “she told me to come.” his webs pull him up high and he uses this to put power behind his next punch. “the only person you should worry about is yourself, getou.”

“where are your usual quips? you seem to be out of your element.” getou dances around gojo's moves with ease.

“if you have enough time to talk, then you have enough time to win. so show me what you’ve got.”

getou growls, digging his claws into the cement underneath and lifting it up, sending it straight up in the air. gojo easily swishes to the side, feeling the piece of earth skim his chest as it rushes past. letting the momentum turn him around, he spins and shoots webs at the prowler’s feet.

“you missed!” gojo taunts, jumping off a streetlamp as the prowler throws something at him again. again, he webs at the prowler.

“it wasn’t you i was aiming for.”

gojo lets the comment fall off his ears, diving between the prowler's legs to kick him across the back of his head. getou grunts, and tries to move only to find himself held in place.

“you’re done.” gojo says, dropping down to walk towards the prowler. 

getou stays silent as gojo walks up, before jerking forward, stepping out of his boots to headbutt gojo. spiderman groans, clutching his head, giving getou enough time to run off. before he could give chase, he was already gone, now more nimble having discarded his armour. 

the prowler has slipped from his fingers. again. gojo snarls, before sighing, he shakes off his regrets and attempts to clear his mind. no, he shouldn’t be focusing on this right now. right now, he just needed to make sure you were safe. turning back, he surveys the scene for something to swing on, to gain aptitude. 

there were those two poles on either side of the bridge, from earlier. perhaps it was the dust he had kicked up, but he could no longer see them in the distance. something chilling fills his stomach, and he chooses to ignore it, aiming his wrists for the next best thing and slinging forward. 

the crowd parts for him. 

“where’s the bus?” he asks no one in particular. the bystanders whisper, but it isn’t an answer that leaves their tongue. gojo’s eyes take in the crumbled bridge, a large chunk of cement situated at the scene that wasn’t there before. with a gutting feeling, gojo peers over the edge of the bridge, straight at the black hole.

his grief is the city’s soundtrack for that night, ringing through the streets where he once kissed you. 

getou suguru

being spiderman is so easy, getou thinks.

as he weaves through the jungle of tokyo skyscrapers, wind caressing his face through the latex, a true tranquillity washes over him. there was nothing quite like being a superhero, especially if you were as good as getou was at his job. and boy was getou good. in fact, he was so good that he wasn't even going to be late to your date.

being spiderman is so easy.

spiderman swings through the open window of his room and with a huff, yanks off his mask. his hair tumbles out, all fuzzled from the static and harboring small knots. getou smooths his troubled hair as best as he can, but gives up settles for finding a cap to shove over it instead, since he’s sure you would complain if he showed up in his current state.

getou spins around his room, whistling in haste, clicking off his web shooters and throwing them somewhere behind him.

the tune dies on his lips when he finds you sitting on the edge of his bed, phone forgotten in your hand.

you stare up at him like he's grown two heads. though, it might be more accurate to say that he grew two faces in that moment.

your initial surprise wears off and you jump at the opportunity to interrogate him. "getou? no, spiderman? are you spiderman? what am i saying, of course you are! you're spiderman! i just saw you swing into your room! you'd think spiderman would have better instincts than this."

at first, getou panics. his hands flail around frantically as if to wave away your questions, but it only fans the flames. eventually, he cracks. laughing, he holds you by the shoulders. "slow down! i can't answer all these questions if you don't let me."

you beam up at him and he remembers why he fell in love with you in the first place. "my boyfriend is spiderman." you reaffirm in wonder.

"and my girlfriend is the most incredible girl i know. who's going to let me change out of my dirty suit before you press me further."

"i was wondering what that smell was."

"i was fighting a sewer monster. you'll see him on the news soon enough."

"so this is where your large, inflated ego comes from. i was wondering where you got your confidence. if only i knew it was because you're spiderman! the spiderman!"

getou exhales a mix of a sigh and a chuckle. he’s almost tempted to think this was a blessing in disguise, for you to know and accept who he was. your eyes peering up at him, not seeing him anew, but seeing him whole. “okay, okay, enough. are you going to stick around to find out what spiderman’s body looks like underneath the suit too. or are you going to let me change by myself?”

for a lost moment, getou wonders why superheroes hide their identities.

spiderman’s hands yearn to grab onto you, the world like rushing water against his ears, fingertips stretched to their limit and he pleads in that moment that if you live, when you live, he'll never involve you with his spiderman side gig again. he’d been so thrilled to bring you along, take you soaring in the skies, sharing that intimate moment suspended between twilight and the city below, letting his most precious person join him in the joys of his world that differed so much from yours. he thought the world would explode in a million happy little pieces of confetti if he did so.

the ground breaks into view and getou sees you, backdropped against the incoming grey cement, and you see him, illuminated by the moon peeking through the steel bars of the watchtower, his mask ripped to show the vulnerable boy beneath.

he screams your name again but you can barely hear it, only making out the outline of his lips.

you've never felt the thrill of falling before, but you know you can't say the same for getou. spiderman practically lives in the air, caught between webs and the night sky. so you wonder why he looks the way he does, fear agape and swallowing his face, a raw kind of desperation that eats up every other facial feature and spitting out the ugly, worrying kind, when he’s in his element.

fingers touch fingers and with effort, spiderman reaches you.

the sudden rush of adrenaline leaves you gasping in his arms and you feel his breath mingling with yours. alive. you had felt the presence of the ground closing in on your neck seconds before his webs halted your descent, a single second late and you’d likely be dead.

the two of you huddle on the ground, holding tight on one another as if letting go would mean you'd never see each other again. getou lets go first, a shaky breath prefacing his words. you smile quietly at his concern, tracing his face with a shaky hand.

"thank god, i thought i would lose you—"

getou hears the bang of a gun before he sees it happen, your head lolled to the side until it thuds against his arm, a frozen smile on your face. he wonders briefly if the relief on your face was fate’s big, cruel joke, or if he should be happy that you had died thinking everything was going to be alright.

blood slowly leaks from the wound on your head. getou turns his head to the perpetrator and toji smiles back.

“a gun might not work on you, but it sure as hell would work on your girlfriend.”

when toji aims the gun next, getou ducks behind another pillar, his arms still holding you. the bullet hits the ground and a cloud of dust separates him and toji momentarily, and he takes the given second to look at you.

your eyes that once saw him, seeing nothing.

ieiri shoko

the news anchor reported that authorities had discovered webbed villains scattered throughout tokyo with several organs misplaced. they don’t want to jump to conclusions nor falsely accuse a certain web-related superhero, the anchor says, but they’d appreciate it if spiderwoman could confirm or deny any connections she may have with the current situation. 

you turn away from the tv to shoko, the spiderwoman herself, as she lounges across the couch. 

“what’s that about?” you ask. 

your girlfriend pauses her game to look up at you. "it wasn't me. what would i do with organs anyway?" she says around the lollipop in her mouth, flicking it side to side to talk. 

you think this is reasonable enough and let the topic drop. they were probably exaggerating anyway, that's what the news does best. shoko may not have the strongest moral compass, but suggesting that she was hoarding organs was extremely far-fetched, especially since she did a great job at ensuring tokyo’s safety. 

huffing, you lean into her. "you could sue them for defamation." 

"spiderwoman in court? wouldn't that be something. besides," she quickly gives you a clumsy kiss on the corner of your mouth and it tastes like raspberries. "you're the only one whose opinion i care for."

a comfortable silence stretches out between the two of you and you revel in the moment. it was rare to catch her away from her hero responsibilities, after all. 

"what would you do if they were right though?"

you sit up and give her a level stare. "but they're wrong, right?"

"right. but if they weren't. hypothetically."

"shoko, where did you put the organs?"

“i hid them in your basement. what? you told me you never used it for anything. besides, i wanted to show you this interesting thing the human heart can do. where are you going? come back, i’m sorry, i’ll put them back!” 

it was her potential that caught the eye of the spiderverse, an elite society of spidermen across the multiverses that ensured the stability of the cosmos. at first, shoko had been intrigued. different worlds, some so akin to her own but so unfamiliar at the same time, the endless opportunities and specimens and curiosities, shoko was enthralled. 

though you weren’t on the need-to-know basis, shoko would whisper tales of her otherworldly adventures on late-night sleepovers and you both would giggle over the fantastical. it’s slightly bitter when she leaves for days on end, but you reassure yourself that it never exceeds a week, and that she’ll come back with a stolen souvenir and another world to share. 

when shoko finds out you have to die, must die for the sake of the universe and all that exists beyond it, she feels conflicted. she could always reject the customs of the spiderverse, but the fantastical sights and infinite promises it held were all too tempting. 

she’s forced to promise to not come in between the canonical event. 

the decision breaks her. seeing you was no longer comforting. everything feels temporary, rearing to break apart and on nights she feels it the most, seeking momentary peace at the end of a burning stick despite your protests, she wonders if she could have fought harder. but it was choosing you or choosing the world and being spiderwoman meant she was capable of doing one, but not both. 

eventually, shoko stays away. it happens like the flick of a switch, leaving earlier in the morning or denying the weekly movie night, or leaving your texts on delivered for weeks. and the entire time, you’re left in the dark. 

shoko’s last selfish wish, she told herself, was to at least not see it happen. if she never saw it, never knew when it happened, then did it happen at all? so she fills her mind with thoughts of disgusting creatures and beating, pulsing hearts, of blurring villains and endless citizens in distress, and never of you. 

but just like how she had never been one for rules, you weren’t one either. tracking her down, tracing her every move, you began to plot out her schedule on the rare occasions she’d come back to her world, to pick up a few clothes or to watch you through your window, never daring to come inside. 

you feel triumph when you hop universes with her, unbeknownst to shoko’s knowledge. your feet dangle in a space not bound by time or gravity until they thud on unfamiliar soil. you’d made it, you think, you've successfully jumped through space all in the name of love. you did it even better than interstellar, even. 

but someone once said: “there’s no curse more twisted than love.” 

your naivety leads you to a battlefield, one on a scale that leaves shoko bleeding and panting, hand on knees, the other swiping a red streak across her mouth. just as she squeezes her eyes shut in the face of an incoming fatal blow, you jump in between

her eyes shake as you lie in her arms. battle rages on as spiderpeople from various universes come to her rescue, but the noise and clatter tunes out and a hollowness fills the void. 

your hand comes up to rub the red mark on her cheek, but the force behind the gesture is weak and losing strength by the second. 

“why are you here?” shoko asks. she grabs your falling hand and presses it back on her cheek, giving you the strength to smear the blood. it only makes the spot messier though, rubbing over your hand and over hers. 

“i love you.” you choke. “you never said it back before you went away.”

“you idiot. i love you, you don’t need me to say it back. you should already know.”

“then why did you leave me?”

“i didn’t choose to!”

you close your eyes as everything feels heavy. “can you tell me a story? of what you’ve up to without me?”

“i can’t.” she manages to say around a sob. 

“shoko.”

“yeah?”

“you never took those organs out from my basement.”

“you could have cleared it away when i was gone.”

you smile despite yourself. “that would just have made your disappearance sadder. they reminded me of you.”

you can feel shoko’s body trembling underneath you. taking in a deep breath, and you have an inkling it might just be your last, you manage out a few more words. “i love you.”

but just like how she had left you without a goodbye months ago, you don’t hear whether she replies before you slip away.

as thank you for 100 followers and support on my previous posts !! i don't know why i keep writing angst when i can't even do it well, call it self-sabotage. i don't really have a fav from this post but megumi's that will be out on part two comes in close so look forward to that 🤍

[emerald-chaos]

walkin’ on sunshine

Sooooo I couldn’t help myself. I’m finally caught up with season 2 of Jujutsu Kaisen and I am horrendously in my feelings. Here’s just an itty bitty blurb to help me cope with those feelings (although I still ended up hurting my feelings).

word count: 573

pairing: none, just the OG trio and fellow sorcerer reader

warnings: heart-wrenching fluff

a/n; first time writing anything in AGES and also for the jjk fandom, pls have mercy on me. not beta’d, all mistakes were made by my big dumb brain.

divider by @saradika <3

The sun’s rays dance around the leaves of the tree you’re situated under—the warmth enveloping you like an embrace.

One hand outstretched behind you, propping you up, while the other toys with Shoko’s hair as she lays in your lap with her eyes closed.

The day couldn’t be any more perfect—not even if you dreamt it up.

A few yards in front of you, Geto and Gojo toss a frisbee back and forth—both doing whatever they can to try to make it impossible for the other to catch it. Their voices continue to get louder as they argue over something you can’t quite make out.

It was an off day, a rare day.

No missions to be done, no curses to exorcise, no wounds to bandage up.

It was like not even cursed energy could exist here. In this space, in your space, surrounded by the sun and your longtime friends. It was too perfect, too simplistic, too…happy.

“Y’think it’ll always be like this?”

Your own voice almost startles you—like it came from your chest without you even trying.

“Mm?”

Shoko opens one eye as she looks up at you, eyebrows knitted together.

Tilting your head down toward her, you can’t help but smile. A beat passes before she sits up, peeling herself from your lap to rummage through her bag for a cigarette.

Geto’s laugh catches your attention—your head turning toward him to see Gojo attached to his back, yelling something angrily.

The smile you were trying on for size bubbled up and blossomed into a full blown laugh.

Those laughs came so easily when this trio was involved.

Your chest felt tight, that feeling you’ve only ever felt once before—in a situation not unlike this one. It was like your body was holding so much love that it was going to start pouring out of your pores. The emotion was so strong—so intense—that it made it hard to breathe.

The familiar smell of nicotine drifts into your senses.

“I hope so.”

You look over to Shoko—holding her cigarette and sporting a half smile as she watches the two men, who have now caught the attention of a very friendly pup.

There’s a lump that develops in your throat, accompanying that tightness in your chest. Why on earth would you want to cry in a time like this? When you felt like nothing in the world could take this feeling of pure catharsis away from you?

Your eyes follow hers to watch as Geto and Gojo squat down, taking turns showering the dog in praise. The former curses and yelps had now turned into kind words—the playful lilt to their voices returned.

You purse your lips, doing everything you can internally to push down that lump from your throat and to break that tightness in your chest. Gojo had always teased you for being so sensitive. On the other hand, Geto always praised it as one of your strengths.

But how could you help it? This was your perfect little family, on the most perfect day.

Tearing you from your thoughts, Gojo turns back toward you both—waving frantically and summoning you both over to meet their new friend.

As quickly as it came, those heavy feelings seem to float away from your body—leaving behind a pure, sunshine like sensation.

Is this what Gojo feels? Being the strongest? Like nothing and no one in the world could ever take that away?

“Yeah. Me too.”

[prettypei]

"MY GIRL, MY GIRL, MY GIRL."

plot: confessing to someone who hasn't talked about their sexuality once in their life is hard, especially when it's your best friend.

reader: fem! Reader

warnings: shoko identifies as lesbian in this fic, little mentions of satosugu

(a/n): I just wanted to write about shoko and october's coming up soooooo

It was cold, surprisingly cold in October. You and your best friend, Shoko ieiri were laughing as you recalled the good old days when you were all highschoolers. Shoko preferred not to talk about geto, but today she was in a good mood so she kept talking. "Remember when Gojo put eight cubes of sugar in Geto's tea?" "Oh man, the face he made when he drank that shit." Shoko chuckles as she takes out a cig. She then pauses and puts them back in her pocket. "Hey, I thought you smoked?" You ask her. "You stopped now?" "Yeah. It's a bad habit." "Pfft. Like you ever cared about that." "Well..." She sighs. "I...someone I like always discourages me doing it." Your heart stops. Someone Shoko likes? "O-oh. Uh- what are they like?" You feel your blood boiling with envy. God, you really shouldn't feel like this. Especially towards your best friend. Just imagining the possibilities could be endless, but you picked the most likely one. You told Shoko you were gay for her, she freaks out and never talks to you again. But still, being in the friend zone still hurt a lot, and it hurt especially hard when gojo and geto started dating too. You remembered when they first came out to you both.

"Guys...." Gojo said. "We're dating!" "I knew." Shoko deadpans. "It was obvious too." You added. "What?" Geto exclaims. "You guys ruined our big surprise!" "Don't care. You two were looking at each other with those awful awestruck eyes, barf." Shoko rolls her eyes. "Well if you're so smart, how come you don't notice (name) crushing on you?" Gojo shoots back. "Your eyes widen as your face flushes a deep shade of red. "W-What?? T-that's not true!" "Your ears say otherwise," Geto snickers. "Shut up guys, (name) deserves better anyways." Shoko grins. "U-Uh...yeah..." You trail off. How could you tell her you liked her now?

"Well..." She muses for a second. "They're really nice. And kind. And they look cute when they're frustrated with something." She then goes silent. "Seriously?" You think. "That's it?" You joke. “I would think that someone as pretty as you would expect more of others.” She looks up at you, with an unreadable expression on her face. “You think I’m pretty?” “Ohshitohshitohshitcallforbackup-“ “uh! I meant-uh- yeah! You’re really pretty!” You flash her a goofy grin to lighten up the tension, but she’s still looking at you with that unreadable expression of hers.

“Huh. Well, for the record, I think you’re pretty too.” You swear you stopped breathing, and a million thoughts started racing through your brain. “Is she saying it in a friend way or in a romantic way? Is she flirting with me? My longtime crush?” You feel your heart expanding into a big white ball, threatening to burst at any given moment. “Oh.” There’s a bit of silence between you, the only sound being the rustle of the leaves that flew around you. “Like in a romantic way or-“ “Romantically, dumbass.”

It was at then your heart exploded.

"You...like me?"

"Duh." Shoko turned her head to look at you again. "God, you're dense." There's a twinkle in her eyes now while she's smiling at you.

"So...are we girlfriends now?"

"Yeah."

You spend the rest of the night in silence, and at 9 you and Shoko walked back to Jujustu Tech together, hand intertwined with each others.