#suguru's landlord

[stellamancer]

niku! for the fanfic trope ask game i'm so curious about flower shop aus!

HI BEEEEEE.

so flower shop aus. i think that. yes, yeah i would. but at the same time i would want to make sure i'd be leaning into flower language and such a lot so the thought of the research for that is.... cries. i hate research!!

as for who, hm... i'm not sure, and maybe it was looking at your name but... suguru as a flower shop owner... yes, i think that would be very nice, a nice existence for him.

[put a fanfic trope in my ask box and i'll tell you how likely i am to write it]

[loafgeto]

FANTASIZE — 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. gojo satoru

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ having sexual fantasies about your landlord seems illegal, but what can you do when it’s gojo satoru?

⌗contents ⤥ fem!reader, she/her pronouns, explicit language used, landlord!gojo, no curses au, gojo and reader are in their 20’s (range not specified), masturbation (gojo catches you), pussy hungry gojo, oral, unprotected p in v sex, orgasms, creampie, deep penetration, pet names, not proofread

⌗wordcount ⤥ 4.7k

⌗notes ⤥ i literally thought abt this while on the toilet

finally, after a long and exhausting shift, you finally arrived back home. you were standing outside of the gates that lead into the apartment complexes, showing the security guard your identification before being allowed inside. you were tired and hungry, thinking about what to cook once you got into your home.

just as you’re reaching your apartment complex, you pass through the play area built for the children, and you notice a tall, white-haired man standing by a bench while a young child is running around with another on the playground. your heart stops when you realize it’s your landlord, gojo satoru.

while he was on the phone, you notice another man sitting on the bench, his dark hair nearly blending in with the night. you gulped, hoping to walk by without getting caught by either of them. why? because— you haven’t paid your last months rent.

you promised satoru you’d pay, but the next rent payment was due in a week and you hadn’t even sent him money. satoru didn’t bother with it during the first two weeks, however— he became impatient and was slowly demanding you pay the rent. even the co-landlord, suguru, was reminding you but rather, in a more gentle manner.

as you quietly passed by, one of the children spotted your presence. “oh! miss [name]!” the young megumi shouts out, putting the unwanted attention onto you.

oh… megumi, why?! you cursed mentally at yourself and made a quick hesitating expression before forcing a sweet smile and turning around. by that time, megumi and the other child, yuji, had jumped off the playground to greet you. they both approached you with their cute giggles, each hugging one of your legs. “megumi, yuji! what are you guys doing out here?”

“gojo and geto-san let us play outside for a little bit!” megumi answers when looking up at you. nodding, you glance at the two other men, who were deliberately surveying you— especially satoru. you clear your throat and look down at the two kids again.

“can we come to your house on saturday, miss [name]? i wanna bake cookies and watch pokemon again!” yuji questions, jumping up and down slightly.

“o-of course.. just make sure you guys get permission from your dad’s!” you reply, maintaining your smile as they pushed themselves off your legs. “i have to get home super quick now, ‘kay? just let me know by tomorrow.”

“okay, miss [name]!” they both cheered happily at the same time before scurrying back to the two men.

therefore, you took that as an opportunity to leave quickly and back to your apartment. when you arrived, you quickly unlocked the door and entered, nearly sinking to the ground. a smile slowly crept on your face and you slipped off your shoes before walking further into your home.

you glanced at the ground, noticing your broken vase was still scattered to pieces. you sigh, remembering your purse accidentally knocked it over and since you were rushing to work, you decided to clean it up once you got home. grabbing a broom from the kitchen, you swept it to the side by the wall, figuring you would gather it into the trash later.

after changing into something more comfortable, you went to brush your teeth and get ready for the night. a smile was still on your face, and well, the reason was simply because of satoru.

three months ago, you were apartment hunting after saving so much money— one of your work friends suggested you to tour an apartment from a landlord named gojo satoru.

the apartments he owned were absolutely marvelous and in your price range. but what even tempted you to sign rental agreement was satoru himself. he was someone everyone wanted: he had handsome features, a perfect build, an alluring voice, and most all, earned loads of money. to others, it was obvious that you had a huge interest in him, but it’s gotten to the point where you began developing feelings— way too much feelings. so much that you began fantasizing about him everyday.

it started off as fantasizing going on romantic dates with him— eventually to getting married, having kids, being the mom to little megumi. eventually leading to fantasizing you underneath him, holding him as he fucks into you. most would think it was absurd— to be obsessing over your own landlord who dislikes you at the moment.

but you liked the attention you were receiving from satoru. you two interacted many times before, but that’s mostly because of megumi. the child often ran into you, eventually getting close enough to where satoru allowed him to go to your house to bake cookies or for you to babysit. however, when you missed your first rent, satoru had came to your place— which, caught you by surprise, you thought he’d bring megumi but he was all by himself.

therefore, you intentionally pretended to forget to pay your rent, even though you did actually have the money to pay. of course, you were going to pay eventually, just so you don’t lose your apartment, but you were keeping up the act due to satoru’s appearances nearly everyday— demanding you to pay your rent. he’s gotten slightly aggressive over the past two weeks, but it never necessarily bothered you.

you pretend to avoid him, while still try to be around him. it was weird, maybe, but when you have a crush on someone, you usually end up doing things you don’t normally find yourself doing.

after getting into bed, you relaxed and got comfortable— but you feel as if you needed something else to cool your mind: thinking about satoru.

you felt lazy to grab one of your vibrators, so you decided to use your hands, imagining as if it was satoru’s instead.

“gojo, gojo, can i pleaseeee go to miss [name]’s house on saturday? pleaseeee,” megumi was whining to satoru repeatedly as they were heading back to their home. after saying their good nights to yuji and suguru, megumi just couldn’t shut up about you.

satoru was helping megumi get ready for bed, but the kid just couldn’t sleep until he said yes. and if satoru didn’t say much less of a no, or a simple no, megumi would throw a tantrum. satoru honestly didn’t know how to calm the child down whenever that occurs, so he makes sure to answer properly.

“maybe if she pays her rent, you can go,” satoru smiles at the kid, realizing his words slipped out without care.

“she did pay it! you just don’t check!” megumi pouts.

“oh megs, please just go to sleep. i’ll think about it tonight,” satoru replies with a sigh as he stands from kneeling beside of the bed and walks towards the door.

“nooo!! i wanna go, please!!” megumi begs, nearly crying at this point.

“gosh.. why are you so stubborn at this age,” satoru shakes his head as he was about to walk out. “fine, fine! you can go! just go to sleep, it’s late and if you don’t wake up in time tomorrow, you will not go, understand?”

suddenly, little megumi’s demeanor changed completely. he was now bubbly, smiling like crazy before getting comfortable underneath his blanket. “thank you, gojo! can you please go tell her that you said yes! i will tell yuji tomorrow, i’m so excited!” and without anything else, megumi was able to fall into a slumber.

satoru sighs yet again, shutting off the lights of megumi’s room before closing the door. honestly, he didn’t know what to do anymore, but he was glad megumi found company in someone else other than him— not that he does. satoru decides to flip through files, rental agreement files.

and of course, he stumbles upon yours. along with the papers that wrote payment overdue. satoru was pissed, to say the least.

satoru was lenient the first time, almost to the point of considering to not have you pay the rent— because, well, he also has an interest in you. his feelings began developing the day you both encountered, and he remembers trying so hard to get you to like the apartment. you both exchanged contacts that day once you signed the rental agreement, but it was nothing more than that. it initially surprised him when megumi asked to go to your place the first time, he hadn’t known then that you two were slowly becoming close as you’re adjusting to the new environment. but he shortly felt as if this was an opportunity for him to get closer with you.

now, they’re are definitely times satoru wanted to straight up say he had a fat crush on you, keeping it behind his mouth felt as if he was in high school again— however, he just couldn’t get the courage. he didn’t understand why, and most of the time, megumi would be cutting him off and grabbing your attention.

a few weeks ago, satoru was coming home with megumi, after picking him up from school. carrying the kid on his shoulders, megumi was saying this and that about wanting to visit your place. satoru was going to say yes, until: he detected you with someone else.

and that someone else ended up being suguru.

you both were chatting casually, it seemed you had also returned from work and stopped by to chat with suguru while little yuji was running around the playground with another child. watching at how you two interacted triggered satoru— the way you two smiled and laughed together, the way you tapped his arm when he said something that made you laugh. suguru was much bigger than he was, and definitely had more of the ladies’ attention.

however, in hindsight, satoru mistook your gestures and friendliness towards suguru as having feelings for him instead.

therefore, satoru suddenly became harsher towards you— but only because he was jealous of suguru and believing you liked him instead. even though his best friend didn’t show any display of affection towards you, satoru remembered the first impression you gave to suguru: “she’s pretty,” he complimented, but nothing else.

honestly, satoru felt quite immature to act like this. you weren’t even his girlfriend and even if you did like suguru, there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

satoru walked to his room, feeling utterly exhausted but still reached for his coat. as megumi wanted, he was going to deliver the message about him being allowed to go to your house on saturday to you, as well as remind you again about the rent.

the walk took no less than five minutes, though satoru often paused his steps or made circles because he felt anxious seeing you. of course, earlier he did see you when the kids were greeting you, but you barely even looked at him: at least, that’s what he perceived.

and when satoru approached the front of your door, he began anticipating as he hesitantly raises his hand to knock on the door. he leans back slightly, biting his lower lips as he thinks about what to say once you open the door. ‘hey, just wanted to say that megumi can—’ no, that wasn’t a good idea, he thought. ‘it’s time to pay your rent—’ well, not that either.

satoru shook his head, trying to surpass the feelings of nervousness before knocking on the door. and well, he must’ve knocked way too hard since the door cracked open. he stood there puzzled, and for a moment, he thought you were already on the other side. but realizing it was silent, he pushed the door open.

the first thing satoru noticed was the broken vase on the floor, causing his eyes to widen. did someone break in? is someone threatening her, is that why she can’t pay rent? dozens of thoughts were processing through his head as he enters further into your apartment, swallowing hard as more anxiety crawled up his back.

“[name]?” satoru calls out, and when you didn’t answer, he panicked even more. were you hurt? did something else happen here that he couldn’t grasp? satoru knew you lived alone, often inviting several friends or family members over but there was never anyone who looked threatening or intimidating to cause harm.

your apartment was clean, even though there were boxes and other things stuffed in corners and shelves, and there were no signs of any other damage aside from the broken vase. pulling out his phone, he readied to dial anyone. satoru was approaching your room at that point, bottled in his own thoughts as he looked around— he stands ahead of your bedroom door, realizing it was slightly cracked open, enough to where you can see the bed.

however, what satoru’s eyes laid upon was something unexpected.

the sight of you lying back on your bed, thighs spread open with your panties and underwear pushed down to your ankles, soft moans circulating the room caused blood to rush quick to satoru’s dick. while you were in your own world, satoru had been worried that something terrible might’ve happened to you. but you were just.. masturbating?

“f-fuck.. satoru..”

satoru’s eyes widened more when he hears you call out his name, causing his heart to thump and cheeks to burn red. were you imagining him right now? were you thinking about him touching you like that? the tightness of satoru’s pants began to poke out, throbbing nearly in pain as he watches you pleasure yourself because of him.

“need you to fuck me.. please..” your pleas and whines reached satoru’s ears like a melody, and he swore he could cum just by the sound of your pretty voice.

was this how you sounded like? was this how you moaned his name? it was driving satoru mad, making him want to push that door open and fuck you just like how you wanted. but, he felt like a creep— just standing there and watching.

satoru continued to watch you pleasure yourself before getting lost in his own thoughts, not remembering his phone in his other hand and dropping it to the ground. the loud thud causes the two of you to snap back into reality— sending you into an alert state and satoru into a panicked one. he cursed himself under his breath as he tries picking up his phone to quickly scatter out, but by now, you were already by the door.

“who’s there—?!” you nearly shouted, ready to attack and defend yourself against the person. but you were caught by surprise when you made eye contact with satoru.

the room became silent, as you both awkwardly stood and stared at each other for who knows how long. the embarrassment immediately got back to you, causing your face to burn and you could barely even formulate a proper response as satoru rubs the back of his neck.

“g-gojo…” you anxiously let out, averting your gaze in another direction. you could barely look him in the eyes.

“i didn’t mean to watch- or, i mean disturb you. i came at a wrong time, i’m sorry,” satoru slips out the response, also looking elsewhere while glancing back at you several times.

“you were watching..?” your face shoots up and satoru’s face nearly went pale.

“i- i just wanted to let you know that megumi is allowed to come over saturday, he wanted me to deliver the message!” satoru switches the topic as you avoid eye contact with him again.

“oh… i see,” you reply. the atmosphere was severely awkward, and you both didn’t know what to exactly or utter. “guess—”

“need help?” he blurts, eyes lowering back to you.

“help?” your eyes remain wide in shock and you can feel your heart pulsate quicker, nearly making your legs weak. you try to avoid gazes with him, but satoru reaches for your wrist just to get your attention.

satoru can feel his dick throb knowing that your needy pussy was underneath those tight shorts of yours, being forced to act normal when rubbing your thighs together out of embarrassment. he only imagines how wet you are— no, to feel how wet you are, to really know what kind of filthy girl you are. it was turning him on, and it was obvious from the bulge in his pants.

“i mean, from the way you were moaning my name, i figured you did,” satoru replies in a hushed tone, sending chills down your spine.

the moment was cut short when satoru leans in to kiss you, shocking you even more, but you instantly melted into his lips. you kissing him back with immense passion drove satoru insane, now that he figured out he had been the one all this time. he pushes his tongue pass your lips and into your mouth, hungrily searching for your tongue. you both share several soft groans before satoru grinds himself against you, allowing you to feel his erected dick.

“feel that?” satoru whispers when he leaned his head back to catch a quick breath, only receiving a small nod from you. “‘m so fucking hard, just because of you. gonna do something about that?”

“mhm.. of course..” you shyly replied, looking up at him with those nubile eyes.

you eventually find yourself on top of satoru, completely undressed aside from your soaked panties. you were facing his hard cock that was still being suffocated underneath his pants, meanwhile, satoru was beginning to tease your clothed clit with his middle finger. it made you whine, since you haven’t felt another’s touch in so long.

satoru pushes the material of your underwear to the side, getting a good view at your soaking cunt just dying to have someone’s cock drilled inside. “so pretty ‘nd perfect,” he whispers, his breath softly blowing against your clit.

“o-oh.. satoru,” you moan, feeling his tongue lap over your slit.

satoru circles his tongue around your clit, sucking it several times before working around your wet folds and pushing slightly pass them into your sopping cunt. you can feel ecstasy pump throughout your entire body, all just from his tongue.

“fuck.. your tongue- feels s’good..” you utter through your soft moans. “always fantasized you eating my pussy out like this.. a-ah..”

“yeah?” satoru hums, bringing a finger to rub circles on your clit while his tongue messily explored your cunt, licking and slurping all of your arousal that gradually coated down to his chin. your words dumped roughly on him, making his dick throb. “fucking hell. suck me off too, angel. need to feel your mouth around me.”

you push satoru’s pants down, along with his boxers that immediately causes his cock to spring out. you hold a breath as you take his length into your hand, watching as his pre-cum leaked out. you start with a lick around his tip, gathering the pre-cum on your tongue and earning a soft grunt against your pussy from him.

pushing your head down, you begin winding your tongue around his girth, sucking several times while pumping the rest with your hand. satoru’s cock twitches several times, nearly becoming sensitive under your touch and warm mouth. he proceeds to fuck your pussy with his tongue, thumbing your clit that causes your moans to vibrate around him.

“mm- ‘toru-”

“hush, baby. ‘ts okay, don’t want ya to choke. unless you like that,” satoru whispers, sinking his tongue into your pussy again, trying to slurp up all of your wetness. his nose easily brushes against your aching hole, sending you waves of pleasure.

you push satoru’s cock further into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, trying to maintain a pace. you could barely focus due to satoru’s tongue lapping your vulva and folds, inching into your cunt as if he’s marking as his territory. the tip of his cock softly slams against your throat, slowly pooling your eyes with tears.

“don’t forget to breathe, baby. oh fuck- keep sucking my cock like that- mhm- good girl,” satoru praises, grunting as he feels your mouth taking almost all of him. you could barely even handle it, yet you’re trying so hard— it was amusing, in a cute way.

your muffled moans sync with the sloppy sounds of your cunt being lavished with satoru’s tongue, the pad of his fingers rubbing your clit faster and causing you to reach an orgasm. grinding your hips slowly on satoru’s face was enough to tell him that, and he uses his other hand to slap the fat of your ass, eventually gripping it.

“gonna cum, baby. s-shit, in your mouth?” satoru glances at you, noticing you were bobbing your head as a response.

when satoru’s warm cum shoots into the back of your throat, it causes you to orgasm at the same time. your legs twitch from the sensations, but capturing his load was the main thing occupying your mind. you’d never thought you’d be situated with satoru like this— it’s just as if your fantasies are becoming a reality.

swallowing his cum, you push your head away and inhale several breaths while coughing lightly. shortly enough, you feel satoru pulling you back against him and turning your head. after sharing a long and sloppy kiss, he pins you on the mattress, spreading your thighs apart so that he’s in between them.

from what you could see, he was still hard. very hard. his aching tip was pressed against your entrance, teasing your clit and making you whimper. glancing up at him, you could see his flushed face— full of energy, arousal, and passion.

“d-do we need lube?” you innocently inquired, which choked a soft chuckle from satoru.

“not at all, baby. you’re so wet. feel that? feel how wet you are?” satoru hums when he guides his tip along your wet entrance, hoping it’d be an enough of a satisfying answer. you only nod, giving satoru a look and he reassures you with another kiss. “i’m gonna put it in now. tell me if it hurts, ‘kay?”

“‘kay..” you nod, biting your lower lips.

satoru groans as he inserts his cock past your folds, pushing your walls apart that clenches around him each time he inched deeper. you gasped as both hands went around his biceps and your fingers press into the skin, notably marking the area. your walls fluttered around him, accepting his thick and hard cock so earnestly.

“feel okay, love?” satoru questions, glancing down at you.

“mhm.. i’m okay, ‘toru..” you reply, indicating for him to move.

satoru slowly begins to move his hips, groaning at the feeling of your pussy when his cock slips in and out. for you, his cock was already kissing your most sensitive places that had moans fall from your mouth constantly. satoru gropes one your breast, pinching the nipple with two fingers as he nudges your deepest parts.

“f-fuck! satoru- your cock feels soso good-” you cry out when his pace fastens, nearly having your eyes roll back.

so, this is how her pussy feels like? satoru was lost in his own mind, lost in the feeling of your pussy. he was already addicted, wanting to be inside you forever and be able to dump his cum into you. to him, you’re perfect: everything about you is. he loved the feeling of your soft and delicate skin rubbing against his own, aside from your pussy kissing around his cock.

“you fantasize about this too, angel? fantasize about my cock fucking into your pussy like this?” satoru huffs as his thrusts initially became quicker— rougher, nearly filling you entirely up.

“yes! yes, ‘toru. always fantasizing about it.. about you- ngh..”

you could feel a knot slowly forming in your core as his cock continues to stimulate pleasure to your pussy. you could care less about the neighbor’s ears, knowing that another tenant’s room was on the other side of your headboard. as of right now, your landlord was fucking you, just like how you’ve always imagined about. the fact turned you on even more.

satoru groans, now pounding his cock into you, deep to the point it’s kissing your womb. the sound of skin slapping circulating the air along with your moans, making the room scream perfect sex. satoru presses a finger against your lips, signaling you to lower your voice when loud knocks on the wall is heard, telling you both to shut up. but how could you?

“i can’t- ‘toru. feels so good- ‘ts too much-” you cry out, bringing his finger into your mouth and swirling your tongue over.

“naughty girl. you really want to get a noise complaint, don’t you?” satoru chuckles, before throwing both of your legs over his shoulders. well, since he’s the landlord he could just dismiss the complaint whenever it came through.

“want them to know- how good you fuck me.”

and how could satoru deny such request? wrapping his hands around your thighs and pushing them against his chest, he pummels his cock deeper into you, getting screams out of your mouth. your breasts bounced each thrust, matching the gentle slams of the headboard ramming into the wall.

the angle of the position allowed satoru’s cock to perfectly grind against your g-spot, which is already sending you towards your next orgasm. his balls slaps against your vulva as he penetrates his cock deeper and deeper, feeling your walls clench around him each time.

you don’t know how long it’s been until you’re on your knees and hands, ass in the air as satoru fucks you from behind after another orgasm. gripping onto the sheets, you repeatedly cry out his name, just to feel his dick twitch inside of you.

“you’re such a perfect girl, you know that?” satoru proceeds to blurt out compliments, caressing your skin and pressing soft kisses on your shoulder blades to your neck. right now, he was just grateful that it’s him— that he is the one able to do this with you.

“sa-satoru— ngh- i’m cumming-”

satoru was close to cumming too. he wanted to dump his next cum load into you, stuff you up to the brim and feel you milk him dry. “cum on my cock, baby. c’mon,” he encourages, pushing your hips back with both of his hands as you reach your climax.

“cum in me, ‘toru! pleasee!” you cry out next, turning your head to make eye contact with him.

satoru’s eyes wide at the sight of your lewd expression, telling him to fill you up. and so he does. he does a final deep thrust, dumping his heavy and warm load all saved just for you. satoru feels your walls pulsate around him just before he slips his cock out.

from there, you both remain in silence once more, catching breaths before satoru collapses on top of you.

“three months..” satoru whispers against your ear, utterly confusing you.

“what?”

“i’ll give you three months free of rent, maybe more if you go on a date with me.”

“that’s not fair to the other tenants though.”

“they don’t have to know.”

you giggle, turning around so that you’re completely facing him. cupping his cheeks into your hand, you lean in to give him a kiss— a more subtle kiss. “alright then. a date is settled.”

as satoru entered his apartment, he was surprised to stumble upon— a rather, agitated suguru. arms crossed over his chest, it seemed as if satoru had done something to piss him off.

“sugu—”

“do you know how many times i’ve called you? 17 times! i even messaged you and you answered none of them!” suguru rambled and satoru easily noticed fumes erupting from his ears. “you should be grateful that megumi can take care of himself.. gosh, he’s only what? seven? i can’t believe you left him home alone. what if something bad happened?”

“look— suguru—”

“ugh, whatever. i made sure megumi got to school safely with yuji. make sure you pick them up later and drop them off at [name]’s house, we have a meeting this evening,” suguru cuts satoru off again as he grabs his coat, not leaving any room for satoru to explain.

“suguru—”

“why do you look like you just..” suguru pauses once he got a good observation of satoru’s appearance. “did you drink last night?”

“wh— what? ABSOLUTELY not!” satoru defends himself.

“uh huh.. hurry up and get ready,” suguru dismisses it once more before leaving the apartment.

well, guess satoru didn’t really need an explanation after all.

LOAFGETO. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

a/n: me after using the word cock

[eternal-evergreens]

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Post Format: Headcanons

Featuring: Gender-Neutral Reader, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Mahito, Choso Kamo

Word count: Each piece is roughly 750 words

Warnings: implied sabotage (Gojo, Toji, Choso), invasion of privacy (Gojo), kidnapping (Gojo, Sukuna), murder (Geto), kidnapping mention (Nanami, Toji), suicidal ideation (Nanami), light gore (Gojo, Sukuna, Mahito), reader injury (Sukuna), threats of bodily harm/mutilation (Mahito), sexual assault (Mahito), implied murder (Choso)

Satoru Gojo

You're nothing special. Not compared to him, at least. With no long line of sorcery or blue blood running through your veins, your family is just about as average as it gets.

You're nothing special---not to Jujutsu society, anyway. But who gives a shit about that? To Satoru, you're more than special.

You're everything.

He's always been the strongest, and yet, when he's with you, he just feels so weak.

Like a schoolgirl fawning over her latest crush, Satoru often finds himself checking his phone while away on missions, hoping to see your name appear on his screen. It doesn't have to be anything special—even a picture of some ugly animal with the caption "That's u, lol." is enough to get him going. Just knowing you were thinking of him at all, even in an unflattering light, makes him feel lightheaded in a way not even battle can emulate.

It's weird. It's embarrassing.

But he can't get enough.

Satoru wants you more than he's ever wanted anything, and he wants you to feel the same way. He'd do anything if it meant winning your heart.

If you asked him to kneel, he'd kneel. If you asked him to beg, he'd beg. If you asked him to rip out a man's heart and present it to you, he'd ask if he should do so on a silver or gold platter.

If you asked him to let you go, however...

You sigh and fall back onto the couch. It'd been a week since your landlord mysteriously kicked you out, and Satoru took you in with a frankly suspicious eagerness. To say that he was an overbearing roommate was to put it lightly.

He'd follow you around the flat from room to room, enter your bedroom without knocking, and once, you even caught him sifting through your laundry. He wasn't even embarrassed about getting caught, let alone the fact that he had done it in the first place.

You decided to start searching for a new roommate after that.

"Y'know," Satoru says, slinging his arms around your shoulders---you hadn't even heard him approach. You quickly close your computer, which happens to have very clearly been showcasing cheap apartments in the area. "I could have just taken ya'. Snatched you up off the street like some kidnapper."

"What...?"

"---But I decided to play nice instead. I thought we could forge a real relationship that way. But you've just been pushing me away. I'm starting to think I've been too lenient with ya'. Like maybe I should have just locked you up instead."

"That isn't funny, Satoru."

"Who said I was joking?" You open your mouth to respond, but Satoru cuts you off before you get the chance. "You want dinner? I can order us takeout. Anywhere you'd like."

Drop it, his eyes say. You do.

That very night, you pack a bag and head to the nearest hotel. In the morning, you'll ask your job if they can transfer you to another city. For tonight, you'd like to just get a good night's rest without the lingering fear of waking up to his figure looming over you.

You wake up to familiar surroundings. It doesn't register as strange until you remember checking into a hotel the night prior. You shoot up to get a better look around. Sure enough, you're in your own bedroom, not the hotel's.

But how...?

You're sure you left last night. Did you dream it? You go to check your phone, but it's not there.

Just then, the door opens. "Oh, you're up," your roommate says.

"Satoru, what's---"

"I called you in sick for work today," he says casually, "and tomorrow. Actually, starting today, you're unemployed."

"What?!"

"Don't worry. I can take care of us. I've got more than enough money."

Satoru wants you more than he's ever wanted anything, and he wants you to feel the same way. He'd do anything if it meant winning your heart.

If you asked him to kneel...If you asked him to beg...

If you asked him to let you go, however...

"C'mon, baby, you know I can't do that," he'd say, arms around your waist and head in your lap. "Ask me for something else, anything. Just not that. Do you want a pony? We can get a pony."

"No---"

"What about a cat? Or maybe you prefer dogs? I could get a purebred if you wanted one. I know it gets lonely being in the house all by yourself."

"I want to go outside, Satoru."

"We could get a fish tank, I guess. Though I doubt they'd make good company."

"Listen to me---"

"Actually, maybe that's for the best. Wouldn't want to compete for my lover's attention in my very own home, you know?"

Suguru Geto

When he was at his lowest, Suguru thought of you. It kept him going. It kept him sane.

So, of course, you were the first person he asked to join him in the creation of the new world. His world.

"Our world," he said, the look on his face desperate, pleading.

You declined, of course. His ideals went against everything you stood for as a Jujutsu sorcerer. As a person.

He took it well---or seemed to, at least. He flashed you a plastered-on smile and released your hands from his, leaving you with no further fuss.

For a while, that seemed to be the end of it.

Life went on. Though you would occasionally catch wind of his nefarious deeds, dealing with such things never fell within your purview. In fact, it almost seemed as if the higher-ups were purposefully keeping you from any cases that involved him.

You had all but forgotten about that fateful evening when a call from the higher-ups had you booking a flight to Okayama.

Apparently, there had been a sudden influx of cursed spirits in the region. And as the lead researcher in cursed phenomena, you were called to the scene.

You had already been given a file outlining the happenings, but out of courtesy, Yumi, the assistant supervisor assigned to the case alongside you, filled you in regardless.

"It's not that there's a higher rate of cursed spirits being born in this area," she said. "They're migrating here."

"Hmm," you look over the map on your tablet again; colour-coded dots mark the locations and grades of each (presumed) non-native sighting. The spacings are far from natural. They seem to have been made with intent, almost as if forming a pattern of some kind.

"We've set up a barrier to track the arrival of new cursed spirits. Nearly every curse from fourth to semi-first grade in the neighbouring towns has been coming here. Some of our windows have even spotted them moving together in groups."

"Was there anything strange about their behaviour? Like moving in single-file lines, with strange movements, or perhaps even speaking?" Yumi lights up.

"Yes, actually! They were all---"

Your screen flashes, suddenly restarting the tablet without your input.

"Huh...?"

"[Last]-San..." Your supervisor almost whispers. You tear your eyes from your screen to hers as she weakly holds up her tablet to you.

Over four hundred cursed spirits have been spotted crossing the Okayama border within the past fifteen minutes.

Your tablet finishes restarting, and you scramble to view the map again, hoping what you just saw was nothing more than a glitch.

The loading screen seems to take ages to complete, but when it does, the map shows exactly what you feared.

Oh. You get it now.

The pattern it was trying to spell out. It's "愛"

---"Love".

You hear a scream.

"Ah, it's good to see you again. How long has it been now?" A voice---one you're all too familiar with---says. "Two, no, maybe three years?" Suguru is wiping blood off of his hands. You don't want to look down. You can't look down.

Yumi is dead.

You looked down.

"I'm not sure why I phrased that like a question I didn't know the answer to," he says, smiling in a way that makes your heart ache. "I've been keeping track down to the days, you see."

"Were you...behind this?" You've never been one for combat. You can't use reverse cursed technique to save Yumi. You can't fight to save the others. There's nothing you can do.

You've never felt so helpless.

"I did," he admits casually. "I recently got my hands on a new curse. First-grade 'Pied Piper', its technique creates a sort of call-and-response between itself and other curses of a lower grade through a musical frequency only other curses can perceive. With that technique, I can manipulate the movements of curses I haven't yet acquired without leaving my residuals behind."

"But if it's coming from the technique of a curse you possess, your residuals would still be left behind," you counter.

"Ah, as quick on the uptake as always, [First]," he praises. "You're right, or you would be if this curse were under the control of my curse spirit manipulation. No, this curse was tamed, not subjugated."

"Why are you telling me this?"

He's going to kill you once he's finished explaining.

"I've always appreciated an inquisitive mind," he says. "especially when it's your inquisitive mind." Your mouth forms a vague 'O' shape as the realisation dawns on you.

"愛"

"Love"

...You're never getting away.

Kento Nanami

Nanami is someone who has never really been all that content with life.

Sorcery sucks. Corporate sucks. Japan sucks.

Sometimes, on his darkest days, Nanami thinks about what would have happened if he had joined Haibara—or better yet, if he had never even been born in the first place. If the world is this awful, wouldn't it be better to have never experienced it at all?

But then he met you, and suddenly, the world didn't seem all that bad.

Don't get him wrong, it's not like your presence suddenly made all the wrongs in the world right, but it did make him feel like they all mattered just a little bit less. Like maybe all this suffering was worth it, if it also meant he could see you smile.

So, of course, he'd do anything to keep you safe. To protect that smile.

The easiest way to ensure that, of course, would be to clip your wings. To lock you away somewhere where only he could reach you. A songbird that only sings for him, a dove in a birdcage.

He'd treat you like royalty, of course. His job pays well, but he's a somewhat frugal person by nature, so he has plenty of savings lying around. Whatever you wanted, he'd get you.

As long as you stayed safe, he couldn't ask for anything more. Even if you didn't love him, as long as your smile could be protected, that would be enough.

He's in the middle of researching what kind of restraints would cause the least damage and irritation to your skin when he realises what a grave mistake he was about to make.

'If the world is this awful, wouldn't it be better to have never experienced it at all?'

What if...

What if you started feeling that way, too?

What if, in trying to protect your smile, he ends up being the one to take it away?

He could offer you all the material things in the world, but if it comes at the price of your freedom, it might still not make you happy. After all, it was the same for him.

If money didn't make him happy, why would you be different?

Sorcery sucks. Corporate sucks. Japan sucks.

Nanami is worse.

He doesn't deserve you. It's with this thought in mind that he begins to avoid you. He refuses to meet your gaze, leaves the room when you enter, and declines all missions that involve your presence.

He feels like he's going crazy. Separation has made him sloppy and reckless. He comes home with more injuries, and a part of him thinks he deserves it.

Bags begin to form under his eyes as two weeks go by without the haven of your presence. He sees you everywhere now. The girl across the street is dressed in a substyle you like. The model in that magazine has your eyes. The cafe down the block is having a special on your coffee order.

"Nanamin, why're you avoiding [Last] all of a sudden? They do something to you?" Nanami scoffs at the remark but doesn't answer. He turns to leave but stops when Gojo continues. "Y'know, they actually came cryin' to me about it. Said they had no idea why you suddenly started treatin' 'em like they've got the plague." Nanami turns to look at Gojo, who's fiddling with his blindfold. "You should make up with them soon. Can't leave our cute little assistant supervisor feeling so down, you know?"

Nanami hates to admit it, but Gojo might be right.

'What if, in trying to protect your smile, he ends up being the one to take it away?'

Fuck. He can't do anything right.

He really doesn't deserve you, but what can he do? If he leaves, you won't smile anymore, but if he stays, you'll be smiling at a monster.

But what can he do? He'd do anything to protect that smile.

Even if it means hiding his fangs.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji is a man who takes what he wants and doesn't care if he has to get his hands dirty in order to take it.

Naturally, this applies to you as well.

It's strange, he's never wanted someone as badly as he wants you. Not his past flings, not even his late wife.

Toji is no stranger to romance. He was married, after all. He knows love. It's a familiar feeling.

That's why he's inclined to believe that what he feels for you isn't love. No, what he feels for you is far too primal to be love. It's rough and all-consuming. It's nothing like the soothing feeling he had around his wife.

Love wraps around one's heart like a warm blanket. This wraps around his heart like a python.

But if it's not love, what is it?

Actually, scratch that. It doesn't matter.

Whatever it is, it's some form of desire. And if he desires something, then all he has to do is take it.

Yes, it's better to keep these kinds of things simple rather than getting tied up in technicalities.

There is a problem, however. He'd like nothing more than to just lock you up and keep you for himself, but with his somewhat unstable income and his habit of bouncing around from place to place, that isn't exactly feasible.

Ah, what to do...?

He could settle down or stop spending his money as soon as he earns it, but where's the fun in that?

No, rather than try to adapt to your lifestyle, he'd much rather force you to adapt to his. Still, he supposes some sacrifices will be necessary, as his lifestyle is currently only fit for one.

You'll have to quit your job since you'll be moving around from place to place alongside him, but he'll just take on some more jobs to cover the extra cost; it's no big deal.

He proposes the idea to you so matter-of-factly that it's almost as if he believes you to have already agreed to the plan beforehand. In reality, this is your first time hearing of such a thing, and you're so stunned that you momentarily lose your voice.

You've known this man for two, no, maybe three weeks, and yet he's asking you to drop everything and come overseas with him? You're not even friends! He's just a regular at the cafe you're employed with.

It dawns on you that he must be joking, so you chuckle awkwardly and avert your gaze. Perhaps you simply haven't known him long enough to gauge his sense of humour. You feel a little embarrassed for nearly having taken him so seriously.

Then, he shows you the plane tickets.

Bewildered, you end up being more blunt than you perhaps meant to: "I'm not going," you say, pushing his tickets back to him.

"Sweetheart," he says dryly. "I'm not asking." You shoot him a strained, confused smile, which quickly morphs into a more genuine one as the door chimes.

To think you'd ever be happy to serve a customer. It's a foreign sentiment, but if it means an end to this strange interaction, you'd happily serve a hundred---no, maybe even a thousand customers.

You take their order and get to making their drink, shooting quick glances at the man---Toji, you think---from behind the bar.

He hasn't taken his eyes off of you.

It's days like this that you wish the company wasn't so stingy about hiring more than one person for shifts. You're about to clock out, and if that man is going to stay until closing, you'd really like to have a coworker walk you back to your car.

It's twenty minutes until closing when Toji finally leaves. You let out an unconscious sigh of relief, feeling your shoulders relax. That was weird, but you shouldn't have to see him again, right? He's going overseas tomorrow, after all.

Yeah, you won't see him again. Thank goodness.

It's with that thought in mind that you flip the "We're open!" sign to its side and lock the doors. It's only 6 PM, but the fall season means it's already dark. You shiver from a cool breeze as you make your way towards your car at last.

Huh. Flat tire.

Ryomen Sukuna

Those who know of Sukuna will inevitably feel sorry for anyone who happens to catch his gaze. Sorcerer or not, none will ever possess even a fraction of the strength he carries, and for someone like Sukuna, that means you're no better than a bug to be trampled on.

What a poor, pitiful thing you are. You must be treated more like a pet than a person. A plaything for him to toy with, to discard once you've ceased to entertain.

However, this interpretation couldn't be more wrong.

What others fail to realise is that Sukuna would never waste his time on someone he doesn't consider his equal. Weak as you may be, there's something about you that seems different in his eyes.

Like a precious gem left unpolished, there's a certain allure to you that only a trained eye could see, and he'll be damned if he lets anyone else stake a claim on you first.

No, he'll be the one to bring out your true potential.

Sukuna has never met someone worthy of being his companion. This has never bothered him, however. Loneliness was not something he was familiar with. There are those who have tried, of course, to prove their worth, to stand by his side, but none have ever moved him.

None until you, that is.

The funny thing is that you don't even try to win his attention. You never once asked for his gaze to land upon you. And yet, he can't bring himself to look away.

Sukuna doesn't know what to do with you. You make him feel things he's never felt before.

Is this weakness? Is it love?

Is there a difference between the two at all?

Should he kill you? Should he keep you?

What can he do to make these feelings go away? What can he do to ensure they never go away?

In exchange for not pillaging your homeland, the townspeople offer you up as a sacrifice. It was Uraume's idea.

At midnight, you're dragged out of the comfort of your home and tied to a stake, where you stay for hours. By dawn, you've worn yourself out with struggle, dried blood sticking to your hands and the ropes around your wrists, when a white-haired stranger comes to collect you.

The stranger undoes your bindings, but only the ones keeping you bound to the pole. You're dragged along like a dog on a leash for countless hours until you eventually arrive at the largest estate you've ever seen in your life. It's midday when you're untied and allowed to bathe. The warm water releases all the tension from your aching muscles, and as you bathe, the white-haired fellow replaces the garments you arrived in with robes made of fine silk.

The stranger's name is Uraume, they tell you. They'll be taking care of you until their master is ready to meet with you.

"What happens after that?" you ask tentatively.

Uruame flashes you a smile that refuses to answer.

Before you know it, a full week has passed you by. You're still yet to see this so-called master, but Uraume tells you not to worry. After all, the master has already seen you lots of times, they say.

The thought of being watched in secret sends a shiver down your spine.

Though the prison is large, you're confined to only one wing of the estate, and after a week of having nothing to do but wander, you have the entire layout memorized. Bored and unattended, you decide to venture out into the unknown past the garden's gates. There, you come face-to-face with the largest man you've ever laid eyes upon.

A hulking figure with four arms and fiery pink hair turns to you, and in an instant, you fall to the ground, only vaguely aware of the blood pooling around you and the pain across your chest.

In truth, Sukuna had tried to kill you, but his technique missed your vitals. It takes him a moment of watching your blood ooze out of the open wound to realize he did it on purpose. Before he even realizes it, he's picked you up in his lower arms and applied reverse cursed technique to your injury. You've lost consciousness, and your pulse is weak, but you aren't dead. Relief floods through Sukuna's veins as he listens to your soft breathing.

From that day on, you're never to leave his side unless absolutely necessary. From that day on, Sukuna has someone worthy of standing by his side, not as a servant, nor a pet, but as a companion. From that day on, Sukuna has a lover.

Whether you like it or not.

Mahito

As a curse born from the hatred and fear humans feel towards their own kind, Mahito relishes humanity's anguish and despair. He kills without a second thought, not caring who he hurts or who gets swept up into his path of mass destruction.

So why is it that this particular human sways him so? Why is it that he thinks your soul looks pretty, just the way it is? Why does he want to touch you but not to warp you beyond repair?

Why does he want you to look at him? Why does he want to scoop your eyes out of your sockets so that you can never look away?

To be a curse is to always follow your own desires, no matter how contradictory or inconsistent---that's the motto that Mahito lives by.

So, of course, this philosophy applies to you as well.

It doesn't make sense, and he doesn't understand it. But that doesn't matter to him. Why would it? He's a curse, and curses take what they want. What he wants is you, so, of course, he has to take you, too.

Mahito doesn't spend long watching you before he makes his move. First, he has to check if you can even see curses to begin with. If you can, that'll make things easier. But if you can't...well, that'll be fun too.

He bumps into you at the train station around 2 AM. It was a late night at work, and you're now dead on your feet. There's no one around, so it's the perfect time for him to test you. He taps your shoulder with a smile.

If you don't react, he starts feeling you up, talking aloud about how much he wants you as his hands roam your body.

"Mm, you're so weak," he says, palm on your stomach. "Look at you, all unguarded. If I wanted to, I could take your soul and just—" he squeezes the flesh on your abdomen. "—until you go splat! Hmm, but I don't really want to do that. I wonder why?" His hand trails down to your hips, brushing past—but not quite landing on—your private areas.

"It's weird, isn't it? You can't even see me. You don't even know I exist. But I know you exist." He grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers together. "Humans usually wear rings when they're married, right? I wonder why you don't have one? You're such a catch," he giggles. "Ah, well, I guess it's better for me. Less work, y'know?Though, I would have liked to see the look on your face, coming home to dear, sweet hubby, all mangled up in your living room. I wouldn't even bother transfiguring him. No, I'd want you to see his face clearly, all contorted in pain with his guts splayed out all over the floor."

He follows you home. You still can't see him, but you at least seem a little aware of his presence, with the way you keep glancing over your shoulder, randomly picking up the pace and taking more turns than necessary.

How fascinating! You can't see him, and yet you can sense him? He's swooning already.

"Don't worry, [First]," he says, arms around your shoulders as you fumble with your keys. "You'll be able to see me soon. And after that, you're never getting rid of me."

If you do react, however, he holds himself back, opting to strike up a lighthearted conversation with you instead.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?" He asks. "Don't you know the subway is dangerous at night?" You visibly bristle, clearly on guard. He grins.

"Do you need something?" You ask, clutching your bag to your chest and stepping back. His grin widens, easily closing the distance you've just created.

"You're lonely, aren't you? All you do is work; you don't even have any friends! It's kind of pathetic, really. That's okay, though, I like you anyway. I might be the only one."

"What do you---"

"I could help you, you know. Ease your loneliness, maybe?" He's touching you now. Nothing outright inappropriate, but you could smell his intentions from a mile away.

"No thanks," you say. The train stops, and you hurry off the platform. Fortunately, the stranger doesn't get off with you. He waves at you as the doors close, and you run all the way home.

Finally feeling safe, you don't bother to do anything more than kick off your shoes before collapsing on your bed. It creaks under your weight, then creaks again. You freeze, your eyes shooting open.

"Heya," the stranger says. "Fancy seeing you again."

Choso Kamo

If you were to describe him in one word, 'inexperienced' may be your best bet.

Though it's true that he has 'lived' for over one hundred and fifty years, he spent most of that time as a cursed womb, unable to truly experience the outside world for himself. Even after being incarnated and absorbing the memories of his host, Choso finds himself unable to relate to any of his body's experiences. He knows what love is and what lovers do, but only from a technical standpoint. To actually experience it is something he's never even dreamed of doing.

So, of course, when he starts feeling these things for you, he's unable to properly put a label on them. At first, he thinks he's sick, which isn't unreasonable, considering his rather long list of symptoms (fever, shakes, sweats, heart palpitations, and clouded mind, he notes dutifully).

However, that idea is quickly shut down. Being a cursed womb death painting, it's highly unlikely that he even can get sick; plus, his symptoms only seem to surface when you're around (or when he's thinking of you, which, admittedly, is often).

Did you curse him? No, you don't have a technique like that.

Then, what...?

It takes him a somewhat embarrassingly long time for him to realise the truth behind his feelings. It isn't until after he catches himself staring at your lips and thinking about how soft they'd feel against his that he concludes he likes you.

So, he's figured it out. Now what...?

Choso searches through his host's memories in an attempt to figure out how to woo you. Unfortunately for him, his host was a frat boy with commitment issues who knew more about one-night stands than how to build the foundations for an actual relationship.

So, Choso consults Yuki Tsukimo, who he, with his very limited circle of friends, considers to be an expert.

As expected, Yuki is ecstatic at the news that Choso has found his type. Immediately, she's giving an impromptu lecture on the ways of the heart.

"First, you have to figure out their type," she says, wagging a finger. "If it's a match, you're all good. If not, you either need to give up or double down."

Through Yuki's mentoring, Choso learned the general rules for signalling romantic interest. Flowers, chocolates, walks in the park, walks on the beach—a lot of walking in general, actually—candlelit dinner, pick-up lines—he's got it all memorized.

The problem is that his throat gets dry, and his knees lock up when he so much as thinks about talking to you.

So he takes to following you with his eyes instead.

"It's just until I gather the courage to talk to them," he tells himself. "I'll stop once I figure out their type."

Right, if he can't ask you about your interests, he'll just have to observe them instead.

So, he watches you. All the time. Eventually, he all but forgets about his previous plan of it being a temporary habit.

It's just so...addicting. Watching you go about your day like normal. Completely unaware of his presence in the shadows. 

He learns about your hobbies, your interests, what kind of shows you like, your favourite foods, whether you still keep stuffed animals in your room, and more. He has a mental folder of all your likes and dislikes. And while there are some things he’s not able to learn, some places he’s not able to follow, it’s enough. Just knowing this much is perfect. 

He doesn't do anything. He doesn't plan to, either. He’s content with just watching. It's comfortable like this. He doesn't want anything to change. So, he forgets about stopping, and instead sinks even deeper into his newfound obsession.

If he had it his way, things would stay like this forever. Him, never confessing, and you, never knowing. But, unfortunately, fate had other plans in mind.

It was 10:15 AM, and you were at a local coffee shop by yourself when the barista handed you their number with your receipt. You shyly accepted, and just a day later, the two of you had plans for a date the next week.

Unfortunately, your 'date' canceled last minute and blocked you with no explanation.

It's a good thing, then, that your good friend Choso just so happened to bump into you, lending you his shoulder to cry on.

Well, there's no reason to waste a good dinner reservation, right?

You never do go back to that cafe, but if you did, you'd find the barista missing from the register.

[daisynik7]

imma hit you with a twofer: extra smooth by aaliyah with geto...and gimme more by brittany spears with kishibe

Extra Smooth

Pairing: Suguru Geto x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~3.0k

cw: next-door neighbor Geto who is kind of an asshole, shy reader, smut – PIV sex (doggy style), cunnilingus, sex without a condom, sex toy use

Summary: Your next-door neighbor is loud, inconsiderate, and unfortunately, very hot. No matter how many times you bang on his door with another new noise complaint, he’ll continue to repeat his offenses nearly every weekend. You’re too timid to submit a formal complaint to the landlord, so you shrug it off, hoping that one day, he’ll suddenly become nice. That day comes sooner than you think, when he unexpectedly makes a visit to your apartment, discovering the real reason you need your peace and quiet.

Author’s Note: @demonwoman Mephisto! I LOVE this song and Aaliyah, honestly this was so perfect for Geto. Thank you for requesting a two-fer for the y2k karaoke party! I’ll post the Kishibe one soon. Had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you have just as much fun reading it! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciating, thank you for reading! MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.

part 1 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

Even with your headphones in, music on high, you can still hear the loud bass reverberating through the shared wall of your apartment. You remove one of the buds in your ear to press it to the plaster, listening carefully to your neighbor having another party next door. Rolling your eyes, you save the document on your screen before shutting your laptop closed, quickly putting on a pair of mismatched sweatpants and sweater. This isn’t the first time you’ve had to go over to Suguru Geto’s apartment to ask him to lower the volume. You did it last weekend, and the one before that, even twice last month. It isn’t fun for you to be that person, but the intense bass that rattles your bedroom walls really is distracting. You thought that after the first two times you complained, he would be more conscious of it. Nope, still noisy and obnoxious as ever. The problem is you’re too chicken shit to make a formal complaint to your landlord. Of course he isn’t taking it seriously, not from his timid, home-body neighbor next door. Why should he when it’s only you that it’s bothering? 

You slide into your fuzzy slippers and make your way out into the hallway, closing the door shut behind you. A few steps and you’re in front of Geto’s, knocking three times. You can hear people chatting and laughing from inside, not responding. You wait another couple of seconds before forcefully pounding on the door with your fist, finally getting a reaction. The chatter hushes and soon, he reveals himself, answering the door with a tight grin on his face, clearly annoyed. “What can I do for you, neighbor?” he grits through his teeth, still maintaining a forced smile. 

You cross your arms over your chest, suddenly insecure in his presence. There’s no denying it; he’s an attractive man, tall and lean beneath tight-fitting clothes. Long, black hair drapes down his back, a portion of it wrapped in a loose bun, loose strands falling before his handsome face. And sure, maybe sometimes he crosses your mind while you’re in your bedroom, playing with the toys you have currently hidden away in your nightstand. But that’s as far as it goes: fantasy. In reality, your next-door neighbor is an asshole.

“Could you please lower the volume of your music? It’s really loud.” You decide not to bring up the other incidents from the past, not wanting to aggravate the situation any further. 

He grins at you, disingenuous, definitely irritated, but trying not to show it. “Sure. I can do that. Anything else?”

You shake your head, muttering a quiet, “Thanks.” You glance at the people inside, who stare at you, snickering to each other.  

“Nice slippers, by the way,” he taunts, before slamming the door shut. There’s an uproar of laughter from inside, and you retreat back into your home, irked by his attitude. It’s not that hard to be considerate of others, right? So why is he making this so much more difficult than it needs to, making you feel like the asshole? You shake it off, trying not to let it bother you. He actually does lower the volume, so you’re satisfied, despite the unnecessary insults you hear from the other side. God she’s so lame. She’s home alone on a Friday night, what do you expect?

With another roll of your eyes, you open your laptop, resuming where you left off. Your fingers type away at the keys fluidly, your concentration regained, hating yourself a little bit for what you’re about to type, especially after what just happened:

Yeah, you want this cock, don’t you?

Been hungry for it this entire time, huh?

[clothing rustling]

Well, go ahead. Come get it. Use me like you’ve always wanted to. 

[spits into hand, starts stroking his cock]

I’ll be a good neighbor to you from now on. The very best.

~~~

You finish the script past midnight, falling asleep before you get a chance to proofread and edit it. There’s no title yet, though you have a vague idea of what you want it to be. Saturdays, you’re usually out with friends throughout the day, so you decide to finish the rest of it once you’re back home from dinner tonight. Before you leave, you type a quick title at the top of the page: [M4F] Your Hot Asshole Neighbor Finally Decides to Be Nice to You. 

This isn’t the first script you’ve written. Last month, you tried your hand at it and it got picked by one of your favorite nsfw voice actors. The thrill of hearing their deep voice moaning the words you wrote motivated you enough to work on another. The commission payment is an added bonus. With your full-time job occupying your week, weekends are the only free time you have to write, especially Friday nights. That’s why you need your concentration; and that’s why Geto’s loud music bothers you so much. You can’t completely hate him, though. After all, he’s the inspiration behind this latest piece, though you will never admit that to him. Ever. In fact, this entire gig you’re doing is a secret only for you to harbor. Not even your closest friends are aware that you’re doing this as a hobby. 

The document sits temporarily forgotten on your laptop while you galivant with your besties throughout the day. After a delicious dinner together, they drop you off to your apartment, where pour yourself a glass of white wine to sip on in your pajamas while you edit your naughty script at the dining table. 

You’ve read it twice through, starting from the top for a third review when there’s a knock on your door. You check your phone, searching for a text from a friend who might be stopping by, but you see none. Confused, you tip toe in your fuzzy slippers to look through the peephole, surprised to see Geto standing on the other side. 

You open the door, greeting him hesitantly. “Um, hi.”

He nods, hands in his pockets, giving you a quick scan before speaking. “Hey. I, uh, locked myself out. The landlord isn’t going to be back until an hour or so and I’m too cheap to call a locksmith right now. Is it cool if I just hang out in here while I wait?”

You consider this carefully, still in disbelief that this happening. You can’t just kick him to the curb and refuse, especially when it’ll only be for a short while. Deciding to let bygones be bygones, you agree to help him, opening the door wider to let him through. 

“Thank you,” he mutters, stepping inside. “Do you want me to take my shoes off?”

“Yes. I think I have some slippers for you. I’ll be right back.” You rush to your bedroom, searching for a pair of slides that he can use in the meantime. It takes a while to find them, buried under a pile of junk in your closet. Before you head out to meet him, you quickly put a bra on, acutely aware that he might have caught sight of your nipples peeking through the thin layer of your shirt. It doesn’t matter, though; he doesn’t think of you in like that anyways. You’re just his lame, lonely neighbor next door, right?

You return, looking towards the couch, expecting to see him sitting there. To your horror, you catch him at the dining table, seated where you previously were before he arrived, staring at your laptop screen. 

“Hey!” You hustle towards him, slamming it shut with enough force to rattle the table. 

He glances at you, cheeks red, an odd expression on his face. “What was that?” he asks, pointing to the computer. 

You snatch it away, storing it in one of the kitchen drawers, desperate to hide it as if the damage hasn’t already been done. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

He stands up, lips parted, trying to find the words to say. “That was…I’m pretty sure it said…Is that about me?”

Your skin is sweltering now, beyond freaked out and unsure how to fix this mess. Is it better to lie and try to chalk it up as one big joke? Or should you be honest and hope he’s understanding about it? Either way, there’s no turning the clock back. He’s already read something, and it’s not going to be leaving his mind anytime soon. 

You decide to tell him the truth, as best as you can explain it. “Okay, I know it’s weird, but I write these types of scripts for voice actors to perform. It’s just a little part-time hobby I have, and I even get paid for it. Sure, it’s a little risqué, but it’s nothing illegal, okay?” He continues to stare at you, expression relaxing just the slightest bit. 

“Also, it’s not about you. Maybe it’s a little bit inspired by you, but it’s definitely not about you. Not exactly,” you add, uncertainty laced in your voice. This is even more mortifying than you expected it to be. Is it too late to break the lease on your rent and move across town?

It’s quiet for what seems like forever. He doesn’t respond, contemplating your explanation silently to himself. Eventually, he takes a couple steps towards you, reaching behind to slide the drawer open, pulling your laptop out. You’re frozen, stunned by his close proximity, anticipating his next move. Finally, he says, “I want to read the rest of it.”

“What?”

He smirks, tension easing from his shoulders as he sits down, taking a swig from your wine glass. “I want to finish it. It was getting good before you stopped me.” He opens your laptop screen, the document appearing exactly where he left off. 

You bury your face in your hands, taking the seat beside him, groaning. “I can’t believe this is happening right now.” You refill your glass almost to the brim with wine, taking a large gulp of it before passing it to him. 

“Did you really think you could keep something like this a secret? This is pretty wild,” he chuckles, tipping it into his mouth, at the same spot where you did.

“I didn’t think you’d be the first person to find out, though.” You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever is about to unravel from this. 

“Fair enough.” He scans the words, reading each one meticulously. “So are these lines supposed to be, like, what the voice actor says? It’s just them talking?”

“Yup.”

He giggles, blushing. “Okay, so, we’re pretending that I’m the asshole neighbor. Got it. Are you sure this isn’t about me?”

“It’s inspired by you. Inspired,” you reiterate, swallowing a large gulp of alcohol. 

He bites his lip, hiding his smile. “Okay. Um, so it says here in the bracket that there’s knocking.”

“That’s the cue for sound effects.”

“Got it. So,” Geto knocks thrice on the surface of the dining table, reading, “What can I do for you, neighbor? Oh, you want me to turn the volume down? Is it too loud for you again? This is totally about me!”

You can’t help but laugh, shrugging. “Maybe it’s a little bit about you.”

He hides his smile behind his hand, swearing under his breath. “Shit, okay.” He clears his throat before continuing. “I’m sorry for being so noisy these past few weeks. Do you think you could ever forgive me? Do people really get off on lines like this?” 

“Just keep reading it!” you yell at him, playfully kicking him beneath the table.

“Okay, okay! Ahem. I think I know exactly what I can do to make it up to you. I know you like me, even though I’m such an asshole. Think you can forgive me for just one night?”

You clench your thighs together, concealing the arousal growing between your legs. You’ve always thought he had a sexy voice but paired with the script and knowing what’s about to come, it’s hard to control your desires.

His voice is hushed now, low and sultry. “Yeah? That’s what I thought. You want this cock, don’t you?” Geto swallows thickly, pausing to catch his breath. “Been hungry for it this entire time, huh?” There’s a blush in his cheeks again. He shifts in his seat, hands down at his lap. “Well, go ahead. Come get it. Use me like you’ve always wanted to. Whoa, okay, this is…this is getting a little crazy now,” he chuckles nervously, avoiding your gaze. 

Unable to resist your curiosity, you glimpse at his crotch, an obvious bulge protruding from his sweatpants, stunned that he’s hard right now. Without thinking, you scoot closer to him, placing your hand on his knee. He meets your gaze, eyes wide, lips parted. 

“If you want to, we can stop,” you whisper, fingers trailing his inner thigh delicately. You can’t deny it any longer. You want him. You’ve always wanted him. And if he didn’t feel the same, he would have already been gone by now, too weirded out by your strange hobby to stick around. Yet, here he is, playing along with it, playing along with you. 

You wait for his answer, resting your hand dangerously near his erection strained in his pants. “I don’t want to stop,” he says, spreading his legs wider for you. “l want to be a good neighbor to you from now on. The very best.”

~~~

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he pants, stripping his clothes off hastily as you watch him, already naked on your bed. When he’s finished, he hovers over you, relishing the sight of you beneath him. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a passionate kiss, tongues swirling around each other’s sloppily. “You’re sure you want to keep going?” you ask between smooches. 

He laughs, sucking on your bottom lip. “I’m not stopping this for anything. Are you sure you want to keep going?”

You nod at him, guiding his hands to your breasts. “Absolutely.”

He pinches your nipples until they’re perky and you’re whining in ecstasy, rutting your hips against him, desperate for friction. He slides down, leaving a trail of kisses along your body until he’s at your arousal, tongue lapping at your clit. You squeeze his head between your thighs, his mouth pressed firmly to your cunt, slurping at your juices. “Fuck, Geto. Feels so good.”

“Suguru,” he muffles, lips latched to your swelling bud. “Call me Suguru.”

You run your fingers through his hair as he eats you out, tugging at the strands when you reach your first orgasm, gushing all over his face. He licks you slowly as you come down from your high, flicking the tip of his tongue on your sensitive bud. He reaches down to stroke his cock, stiff in his fist and leaking with precum. “Fuck, you taste amazing. So fucking pretty when I eat out this sloppy cunt. Can I fuck you now, sweetheart? I want to make you come around my cock.”

You roll over in bed, spreading your ass cheeks for him. “Yeah, fuck me, Suguru. Fuck this wet cunt.”

He wipes the sweat beading on his forehead, jerking his cock feverishly in his other hand. “Fuck, I knew you were a slut, I just knew it,” he huffs, slapping his dick on your ass, rubbing it slowly between the soft flesh of your cheeks. He guides himself inside you, stretching you out little by little until you swallow him up completely. He starts thrusting, his motions extra smooth from your previous orgasm. “All those nights, I listened to you touch yourself with those vibrators. I’d stroke my cock with you, come whenever you did. Your little whimpers are so fucking sexy, especially when you try to hide them. You have no idea what you do to me.”

You’re too fucked out to process his confession, throwing your ass in tandem with his thrusts. His grip is tight on your waist, fucking you like you’ve never been fucked before. Suddenly, he pulls out, pussy fluttering around nothing, eager to be stuffed gain. You whine, craning your neck to glare at him while he gives you a naughty smirk, reaching for your nightstand. “Are they in here? Your toys?” He searches it blindly, retrieving one of your favorites, clicking the button to activate it, buzzing in his hold. “Use it while you use me.” 

You obey his request without question, holding the vibrator against your sensitive clit as he pushes himself back inside you, pounding away at your cunt. You climax twice more around him, completely spent now, brain like mush, letting the toy fall off the bed, slippery with your cum. He laughs at your docile expression, pulling out to bury his face back into your pussy, licking off all the cum smeared over you, determined to make you come again. When you do, he crawls up the bed, a satisfied smile on his face, straddling you while he pumps his cock in his fist. After a couple strokes, he shoots onto your tits, covering them in his pearly cum, moaning your name. 

He helps you clean it off, grabbing several tissues from the nightstand, wiping your chest dry. You scoot closer to the wall to make room for him, snuggling beside you with his mouth grazing your forehead, giving you a smooch. 

Thinking logically again, you recall his confession from earlier. “Can you really hear me through these walls?”

He chuckles. “Yeah. But only if I’m listening really carefully.”

“And did you really…?”

“Yeah. I did,” he admits, blushing. “Sorry. I guess I’m kind of a pervert.”

You giggle, nuzzling into his chest. “Well, what does that make me then? Who’s the one who wrote filthy scenarios about you?”

“I thought you said it was only inspired by me?” he teases, cuddling you closer. 

“It was totally about you, okay? I just never thought it’d actually happen.”

He massages your back lovingly. “Aren’t you glad it did?”

You peer up to smile at him. “Yeah. I am.”

~~~

The following weekend, there’s another noise complaint. This time, however, it’s you receiving it from your neighbor on the other side, complaining about how loud you and Geto are while having sex.  

[ur-mousey]

Elevator Sex ~

Yandere! Landlord! Geto Suguru x F!Reader

summary Landlord Geto fucks you in the elevator. You will learn your place. 1.1k warning mature, smut, cheating?, voyeurism, non-con.

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Geto Suguru spent many nights in the room over from yours. It was the closest seat in the complex to your strip tease. He hated that you started to refuse him small talk, to your gracious landlord, who built his schedule around your comings and goings. You should be cordial, to say the least. Each morning, he would remind you to double-check your person. You tended to be forgetful. Stupid poor thing, you were. When you first arrived, you were prone to call up at noon to have him search for your room key. Geto didn't mind. He felt less perverted in those times you begged him to check on things. He'd chalked it up to you flirting, especially when your used underwear found home in his pocket. And, every time you said it would be the last, yet, you would do it again. You had a knack for leaving important things behind just like you were doing him. For weeks, he would wave in the foyer after you got back from work, ushering you to converse with him. 

However, every single time, you would squirm into the comfort of your apartment. He'd even had to drill a hole through your wall to make up for you ignoring him. He assumed you felt guilt.

It was your fault that he had to refuse another tenant from moving next door. It was your fault he took the listing offline. He was losing money. But, watching your tits hang while you changed from your work clothes gave him much fapping material. The walls being thin allowed your voice to fall into his lap. When he caught you gurgling on that man's cock, he imagined your hollow cheeks milking him.

You would look so pretty, sopping on the floor, your silk ruining the carpets which he'll lick up after he wears you to sleep. And, he'd felt more than knew, that he would be enamored by your worship of his cock that he'll press you into a mating lock.

He wanted to see you bound to him through the most intimate action of man. Your precious pussy needed to pulse around his shaft. 

You needed to learn your place. 

Mediocre sex with your boyfriend pained him when he thought too much of it. He would rather watch your toys vibrate your blushing lips despite your stifling moans. That boyfriend of yours was arrogant. He left you without building your orgasm to its head. It felt pathetic. 

Your landlord decided it was time to get involved.

>>>

"I'll see you later tonight," Your boyfriend cooed. He dipped his head to catch your lips in a soft kiss. You sighed and rolled your eyes before softly reciprocating. He stroked his thumb over your cheek. 

You lifted your coffee to your lips, needing the caffeine to silence your budding words. Your boyfriend brought you out on your day off to get breakfast. While seated in the French-styled cafe, Naofumi explained his new promotion. You were excited for him. This new change meant an upgrade from his shitty apartment to a new one. However, it didn't mean you were in his plans. You've dated since high school. Took the entrance exams side by side, graduated college together, and now, you're here.

The changes don't seem noticeable until you read between the lines. He used to include 'we' in sentences, now it's 'I' this, 'me' that.

Now, as Naofumi gave one final squeeze to your hand, the only thing you could think of was your landlord, who was staring bullets at you through the glass doors. You were somewhat aware of his crush.

Like a puppy, he waited in the foyer for your return. 

"Welcome back," Geto Suguru lifted his chin. He stood in your path to the elevators, strong biceps pushed his plush tits to your attention.

You felt intimidated to give him more than a passing bow. You looked down at your shoes. The pressure of his gaze made you wonder what it would be like to take a chance with him. But, you did love Naofumi.

You tried to sidestep Geto. You failed to meet his gaze and you kept your head down. You clutched your purse to your chest.

"Take me to your unit." Geto commanded to your discomfort. Other tenants who were leaving the complex regarded his hulking frame. And they'd probably wondered what had you in his bad graces.

"Excuse me?" You stuttered, taking a step back.

Geto slipped behind your frame, he gently shoved you forward. His natural musk caused your nose to wrinkle. The blood rushed down to his shaft, his cock sprang into action in his sweats. "A few of the units been experiencing plumbing problems. There, I need to check yours."

Bullshit!

You lived on the tenth floor and you were prepared for the awkward ride up. Geto hit your floor button. The elevator began its climb from the first level to the third but between the fourth and fifth floor, Geto punched the control panel and the elevator came to a stop.

You laughed through your teeth, "Geto-san? What are you doing?"

"If you want to continue living here. There are some rules you need to follow~" Geto leaned his back against the door. He blocked your only means of escape.

"One, break up with your boyfriend. He's not allowed to step a foot in here or I might rip him apart. Hearing him fuck you… I can't anymore." You felt the onslaught of an up-and-coming panic attack. Did he listen to your sex life? Your legs squeezed tight together. "Second, you will quit your job. It's too deep into the city for me to ensure your safety.

"Geto-san…" You whined through a fit. You threw your cup filled with lukewarm coffee as if it could replicate an impenetrable fort. You felt like a child as you stomped and pleaded for the man to let you go.

You wished at this moment that you had something. Pepper spray or a switchblade. Anything that could get you elsewhere. Geto solemnly moved, he allowed your tantrum to fizzle out. He then stepped over the mess. "Last rule. From now until you die, we're partners. So start calling me by my name. Su-gu-ru."

>>>

Your head lulled to the side, you felt weighted down by the copious amounts of coffee and cum that your hair soaked up like a mop.

Hair clung to your body. You couldn't tell which of it were yours or his. Time didn't exist but you counted the number of times you tensed up around his thick cock. "Su-uh," The moans were knocked from within your chest, it bubbled at each hit to your cervix. Geto's hips shuttered against your weeping pussy. "I- I'll do it! Please stop."

You tried screaming earlier and it got your panties shoved into your mouth. You were at your breaking point. You would do anything to get him off of you. "I'll be your dirty little slut! Su, please finish!"

Your chest heaved forward when Geto pushed his palm down onto the base of your belly. He edged himself against your inner walls. The ends of his charcoal hair teased your clit, along with his thumb which thrummed heavenly on your nerve, and it ghosted along your thighs to the rhythm of his pumps. "I'll follow your rules. I won't talk to Nao anymore," You rambled back his earlier demands. You promised him through another fit of throwing arms and legs that you'll be perfect.

His perfect cockwarmer.

"He, eh, said that he would come later tonight." You whimpered out from between your lips that you bit carelessly. "Suguru, you can be there when I- break things off. Then I can call my boss and put in my 2-week notice. You'll have all of me!" You huffed. Geto embraced your cunt lapping at the tip of his cock. Even if he tried to pull out now, your pretty little pussy sucked him in deep.

.............................. Thank you for reading! I had something different planned but I haven’t finished writing it but I wanted to update. Please leave ideas in the comments! Request rules are here! >>> NEXT JJK POST: Yandere! God! Sukuna x Disciple! F!Reader! prt 2. You can read prt 1 here.

[sunkeji]

Things Highschool Satoru does during the talking stage(?) of your relationship

a/n: yes I base whatever I write off of my own experiences 🤭

synopsis: self explanatory from the title

tags: none! Except not proofread?

Sends you tik toks of date ideas to do with you. And it really does happen unlike some of your friendships 🤨. Going on dates to try new cafés/restaurants, hangout/study spots or doing whatever new trend pops up on tik tok. He may be a bit shy to go on a date with you alone so he calls it a group date or whatever and invites Suguru and Ieiri to join.

New café opening at the mall? He's got it written on his date ideas with you. Insists you all buy a different meal each and share it with each other to try a bit of everything. If you're down for dessert, he makes Ieiri and Suguru buy their own ice cream/acai and share it between themselves while the two of you share one together. (Of course they made Gojo pay)

Although he got a spoon for each of you, he actually really wants to feed you but he's too shy. Suguru and Ieiri gotta prompt him sometimes. Since they got a different set of flavours then you, they ask you and Gojo to try some of theirs. The two of them are smiling at Satoru and teasing him by saying "Go on Satoru, feed y/n some of our acai. I'm sure they're veryyy curious as to what our flavour is 😏😏"

Satoru feels like strangling the two of them because they're being so obvious but he can't say shit right now cause he gotta be cute in front of you so he tries to act all smooth and feed you anyways. "Come on y/n say ahh, I'll feed you some of their acai" he's all bushy after that and the teasing duo at the back are snickering at him.

Satoru invites you over to his house to study or play and the rest of your friend group like Suguru, Ieiri, Kento and Yu. Everyone knows he likes you because of the clear difference in treatment he gives you compared to others.

Y'all could be playing any multiplayer game and he always goes easy on you. Playing Uno and your next? He saves his +4 card for Ieiri. Playing Monopoly and he's somehow a landlord tycoon with several owned properties? He gives you special discounts if you do something cute for him. (If you ask why he doesn't give any discounts to the others, Satoru just gives you this look: 😶)

Never played with a PlayStation/nintendo before? Good. Satoru is brimming with joy because he gets to teach you how to play one on one with the device. Every time you come over, he offers you either one of his devices so the two of you can play together.

Satoru also insists on sharing his netflix account with you (and the others if they pester him enough) both him and you got your own profiles. Yours has a cute heart beside your name while the other losers get to share one profile named; for the extras.

[dilfstar]

the red means i love you . . .

ex!geto x f!reader 1.3k words. warnings ! blood, crazy suguru, dubcon, size dif, fucking near a corpse, piv, mention of murder, slight overstim notes ! id forgive him tbh

The plastic material of the grocery bags threatened to rip in your hands as you climbed the stairs to your apartment, the amount of food in them acting like 40 pound weights. A sigh of relief fell from your lips as you finally reached your front door. Quickly, you reached for your keys, the cold metal slipping through your fingers, clinking on the ground. “Fuck!” You set the bags down to pick up the keys, only to have a few things spill out… There’s no way your day could possibly get any worse, right?

Once you got inside and got everything put away, the faint sound of someone whimpering caught your attention. It could be the neighbor watching TV, but… it sounded so close. Your feet moved softly over the floors, cursing the landlord for deciding on wood when one of the boards creaks beneath your weight. “H-Hello…?” your head peaked around the doorway to your extra bedroom, an empty mess, covered in…blood?!

The sudden presence behind you didn’t go unnoticed, his delicate touch creeping up your side. “I’ve missed you, angel. Y’like my gift?” his hand gripped your chin, forcing you to stare at the corpse of the guy you just went out with, his mangled body burning into your retinas. “Thought I would show you who you really belong to…” His breath brushed against your ear, sending a sickly chill down your spine. His free hand moved to your stomach, skin on fire underneath his as he trailed it down lower, lower, lower. 

His fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts, gently tapping along the top of your underwear, threatening to sneak in. “Aw, c’mon. Don’t act like you didn’t miss me, baby…” he chuckled lowly, barely lifting the elastic, letting it snap back against your skin. You were frozen in his grip, too scared to move, to fight back. He was double your size on an average day and tonight? It felt like he towered over you. A pure beast ready to consume its prey. His footsteps echoed in your head as he brought you closer to the body, to the blood. A sadistic smirk snuck onto his face as he shoved you down face-first into the blood, almost growling at the sight of you covered in the crimson liquid, the way it stained your clothes. God, he needed you.

He was quick to pounce on you, tearing your shorts and panties down at the same time, most likely ripping some of the lace. He’ll pay for new ones later, don’t worry! The groan that left his lips at the sight of your cunt shouldn’t have made you soaked like it did. “See, you did miss me!” the blood sneaking into your mouth made you gag, the feeling on his thick fingers prodding at your hole pushed the urge to vomit away. His thumb drew lazy circles on your clit, the image of you already clenching around nothing while covered in blood giving him a sick sense of satisfaction. “Look at ‘er… seems like she missed me too, no?” his cruel laugh hung heavy in the thick air.

His middle finger dipped into your hole, the way your gummy walls squeezed around him so desperately inflated his ego beyond repair, his smirk morphing into something more sinister. Soon, he added another finger, thrusting them in and out of you painfully slow. You didn't want it- didn't want him. But you couldn’t deny how amazing it felt. He just knew your body perfectly, better than you ever could. He knew all the ways to make you tick, squirm, cum, all with a single glance. It was such a sick thing that he was the best possible guy for you, but also the absolute worst. He was horrible during your relationship, forbidding you from seeing friends, talking to any guys, having certain apps on your phone. It was beyond stupid.

Your moans were taunting you. The taste of the guy’s blood seeping into your mouth completely forgotten as Suguru attacked your cunt with his hand, stretching you open for him. The familiar coil twisted inside of you, your orgasm slowly sneaking up. Of course, he was able to tell. A soft whine escaped your lips when he pulled his fingers away, leaving you a soaked mess. “Please… Need it s’bad…” your voice sounded so desperate for him, like you needed him to live. Your neck ached from the position he forced you into, face down, ass in the air, presenting yourself to him. 

He loved seeing you like this, all ready to take him. The sound of his belt coming off made you happier than you would ever admit, the clinking of the metal connecting with the floor made you cringe. He pulled his pants down, lightly tapping against your clit with the head of his dick, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. His hands gripped your hips as he rutted against you like a dog in heat, grunting as your juices covered him. ‘’Gonna feel so good, angel…”

Slowly, he inched his way inside, a string of curses falling out of his mouth, your tight heat pulling him in. your warmth enveloped him deliciously, like a sweet haven for him to fall apart in. Your brain felt so fuzzy from his slow thrusts. “Jus’ move faster, please!” you cried out, trying to push your hips back onto him. 

His hand found its way to the back of your neck, fingers wrapping around it harshly. He shoved your farther into the pool of blood as his thrusts became sharper, rougher, seeming like they were meant to hurt you instead of pleasure you. The stinging feeling of his nails digging into your skin was more pleasurable than the way he bullied his cock into you, pure jealousy driving his actions. 

“Don’t.. Tell.. Me.. What.. To.. Do..” Each word was punctuated with a sharp thrust, his hips drilling in and out of you like a machine. He pulled you up, his hand moving to press against the front of your throat as he rolled his hip up into you, the look of fear in your eye somehow making him even harder inside of you. His lips connected with yours in a harsh kiss, the vile taste of iron blending with your saliva, blood smearing onto his face. “‘M close.. S’close, Suguru!” your whines filled the room as his free hand moved down your stomach to your clit, rubbing messy circles along your clit. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt the way you clamped down around him when your orgasm hit, cunt refusing to let him go.

He shoved you down, quickly flipping you over onto your back and ripping the rest of your clothes off, throwing them in random directions. The way your face was flushed and the sweat on your forehead did things to him, his hands moving straight to your breasts while he pushed back into you. Your small sounds from the overstimulation only egged him on as he continued his rough pace. “So pretty f’me…” The red liquid covering your face made you appear as a piece of art in his eyes, a beautiful painting that deserves to be hung in every gallery. “All for me, yeah? My girl… you’re my girl.” 

He smirked down at you, rolling his hips against yours, pace slowly starting to turn sloppy as his orgasm neared. “Don’t think I can last much longer, pretty.” Your cunt throbbed around him at that, pulling him in impossibly deeper. His hips slammed into you a few more times before he pulled out, finishing himself off on your stomach. There was a sadistic glint in his eyes as his cum mixed with the blood on your stomach, his fingers swirling in it, turning it into a gross mixture that he brought up to your mouth. Your lips instinctively wrapped around the digits,  eyes squeezing shut as you tasted the nasty concoction. 

He still sat in front of you, holding your spread legs around his waist as he panted, staring down at you. “My angel, my darling, my princess. You’ll always belong to me…”

[avatarchic]

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BABY'S BREATH miya atsumu x reader, hanahaki!au, sfw, oneshot Miya Atsumu is the biggest idiot you've ever met. He irritates you to no end—simply being in the same room with him is enough to raise your temper. Why, then, does your breath catch whenever you see him?

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[lemmetreatya]

💜 MASTERLIST 💜

💙 - Request

❤️‍🔥 - Contains Smut/Mature

💞 PAST EVENTS 💞

Val’s “Got Dat Love Inem” Valentine’s Event

JJK

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

teasing during sex (gojo, geto, sukuna, toji, nanami) ❤️‍🔥

Gojo Satoru

Party Pooper (Gojo x fem reader)

Office Shambolics (Gojo x Geto x fem reader)

Expensive Gifts (Gojo x fem reader) 💙

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

Geto Suguru

Office Shambolics (Gojo x Geto x fem reader)

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

Toji Fushiguro

home and away (coworker!toji x fem!reader) ❤️‍🔥

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

Nanami Kento

JJK Men Turn Ons and Offs 💙

AOT

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Eren Jaeger

Gentleman’s Kryptonite (Eren x fem reader)❤️‍🔥

Eren’s Insta spam (Eren x black!fem reader)

pt. 1

pt. 2

pt. 3 💙

Deliveryman!eren x reader

In Memory of Me (Eren x fem!reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

Headcanons:

Using your products 💙

Reiner Braun

Play Housewife for A Bit (Old money!Reiner x fem reader)

PURE/HONEY (Reiner x fem reader) ❤️‍🔥

The Guy at The Till (Reiner x fem reader)

Part 1 ❤️‍🔥

Part 2 ❤️‍🔥

Band drummer!Reiner x fem reader

Reiner’s Insta spam (Reiner x black!fem reader)

Husband!Reiner x fem black!reader

The Landlord’s Son (Christmas special: Tumblr Exclusive) ❤️‍🔥

Home for New Years — Husband!Reiner x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

KU LO SA — Reiner x reader

It’s Everyone’s Game — Southern!Reiner x Fem!reader 💙

farmer!Reiner x fem!reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Headcanons:

Waking up next to him

Dom!reiner in bed ❤️‍🔥

Sub!reiner in bed ❤️‍🔥

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

Teacher!Reiner x reader

Jean Kirstein

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

Levi Ackerman

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

Onyankopon

AOT men Facials pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥

For a Time Such as This — Onyankopon x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

What’s Mine is Mine — Onyankopon x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

Postcard for the Road — Onyankopon x fem!Reader 💙

In Words I struggle to Express — Bassist!Onyankopon x Singer!fem Reader

No Self-Control — Pilot!Onyankopon x Air Hostess fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

Triple N — Onyankopon x Fem!Reader 💙❤️‍🔥

We Really Shouldn’t…But — Onyankopon x fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

Feet kink — Onyankopon x fem!Reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Nerd!Onyankopon x fem!reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Nerd!Onyankopon x fem!reader PT 2 💙❤️‍🔥

dilf!Onyankopon x fem!reader 💙

Zeke Jaeger

Rent-A-Boyfriend — Zeke x fem!reader

It Was An Accident!!! — Zeke x Eren x Jean x fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

JJBA

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Jotaro Kujo

The Girl Who Works at The Diner (Jotaro x fem reader) 💙

Jotaro x Goth!fem reader 💙

soft!jotaro x accidental pregnancy!fem reader

single!father jotaro x fem reader

6789998212 (jotaro x black!fem reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

ARSENIC (jotaro x black!fem reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

My Protector (jotaro x reader) 💙

New Years and A Hint of Blue Magic - Jotaro x black!fem reader 💙

New Muse (Jotaro x black!fem reader) 💙

Size kink + bulging prompt (jotaro x fem!reader) 💙❤️‍🔥

When Life Gives you Pastries (single dad!Jotaro x baker!reader) 💙

Fear is for the (supposed) weak! (jotaro x reader) 💙

Stay (so i have you with me) — fwb!jotaro x black fem!reader 💙❤️‍🔥

Headcanons:

Mornings with jotaro (christmas edition)

Jean Pierre Polnareff

Everything, Everything for You My Dear (Polnareff x gn reader) 💙

Josuke Higashikata (Part 4)

Ready Player One (josuke x black!fem reader) 💙

Giorno Giovanna

Never Would Have Thought (giorno x black!fem reader) 💙

New Dawnings (giorno x black!fem reader) 💙

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio x Goth!fem reader 💙

Team Bucciarati

Honey (Team Bucciarati x reader) 💙

MHA

job!character masterlist ❤️‍🔥

Keigo Takami

Just Say It — Hawks x fem!reader ❤️‍🔥

Daddy’s Home — BD!Hawks x fem!reader

MARVEL

Miguel O’Hara

Maybe it’s Foreboding (Or Not) — Miguel x fem!reader

Change and Her Consorts — Miguel x fem!Reader ❤️‍🔥

[ziminy]

Nightshift pt. 2

Having them as roommates was a problem

Tags: smut, mdni, college au, f!reader, explicit language, Gojo having a soft spot for you (I swear I don't have favorites), jealousy in its purest form (both Geto and Gojo are jealous of each other at some points), fingering , praises, Gojo and Geto are delusional (I'm the delusional one) , riding, oral (f and m receiving) , names(sweet girl, pretty girl, sweetie), threesome

Author's note: half of this part was supposed to be in the first part.

Author's note again: I got sick and had to stop writing for some time. Sorry that it took so long to publish this. Y'all stay safe tho.

Update: I slightly re wrote this. There's going to be small changes here and there.

Words count: didn't count them yet again (it's pretty long tho)

Masterlist part 1

Everything is the same as before after making up with Suguru. You finally got some peace after all that madness. And you decided to hold into that peace like your life depends on it. You have headaches whenever you think about what happened. So you swore on everything you precious the most that you won't do the same mistake again.

That until you fucked up again.

It was a lonely night when you heard the front door. Instantly getting up and sprinting to who ever came back. Only to see your lovely landlord looking tired with a bag of something in his hands. "Welcome back." you said as you jumped to help him with the bag he hand in his hands.

"Is Suguru back?" you shook your head. "I see." somehow, you ended up on the couch with him, looking at whatever it was on tv. Maybe the fact that he looked so tired made you follow him. He looked so different now that he was quiet, you couldn't help but want to see how long he'll last like that. Him on the other hand felt amused, this can't help but make him laugh thinking how you and Geto got into that so called fight over a movie. He could see it was all made up, and if you didn't wanted to tell him the real reason then he might get an answer out of you himself if he's curious enough. Just like before, this ended up so bad.

If you only wanted to see something and relax on the couch, now you were on Satoru's lap. Your ass up on his thighs as his fingers bully their way inside your cunt. Your reactions were more entertaining than whatever it was on tv. So he couldn't help but continue to fuck you with his fingers. "Do you want me or do you want my fingers?" he could feel the way your walls were squeezing him. Wouldn't his cock feel so much better?

"You.." you sighed. "I want you."

"I'll let you ride me, but you have to to do something first." you got him some condoms from his room and then he let you do whatever you wanted on him. He had so much things to do these days and he just felt tired. And so, you did as he said. Getting back in his lap, one of your hands on his shoulder while the other kept his cock in place so you could go down on it. Your heart was beating so fast and all you could think of is if he would fit. His hands stayed on the couch until you finally got the courage to get him inside of you. Slowly and hesitant, you could feel him inside you little by little. Only the moment you finally got him all the way inside was the moment his hands moved on your hips. "You did great so far." you could melt by just hearing his praises. And he's only doing so because he wanted to see your reactions. He wasn't planing on scaring you, so he did the only thing he thought that would made you relax.

You moved your hips up, just to let them down. And oh, the surprised look on your face when he hit that one spot deep inside that made you gasp instantly. It made him laugh, truly. He thought that you might have done something with Geto, but since your reactions are so priceless he guesses that he's the first to be inside you. And what a prize. He wants to call that guy and show how you're whimpering so sweetly in his ear. The way you moved your hips so carefully, every time he touches that spot it was like a new overwhelming feeling was getting to you again and again. "Just like that. Keep going just like that." sure, the pace was slow, sure, he could go faster if he wanted to. But the way you react every time he says that you're doing good was like you were falling right into his arms.

"Toru.." you let out what you thought was his name. It wasn't really your fault you could say only half of it. He seems to enjoy this new nickname tho. Until now you would address to him so formally. He was the first to take a liking into you, why you gotta say that guy's name so casually yet be the complete opposite with him.

"What it is, sweet girl. You want me to help you?" he could feel your walls tightening around him every time he says something. "Tell me and I'll do it." you tried your luck last time, didn't you? So you doubt you'll get what you want this time.

"Can I?" yet you hoped a little that he wasn't playing with your feelings.

"Mm. Of course." his lips were against your jaw, going lower to the neck and only wanting to leave a few marks on you.

"Kiss me." you said that so sweetly that he can't help but do as you're wanting. You sounded so needy for him. He bearly even touched your lips and you felt like you were about to cum. Just how much you were craving for his touch?

"It's alright. I'm here. Cum for me." and you did as he said. You hold tight on him as you were shaking for your life in his arms. He couldn't play with you in that moment no matter how much he'd like to see you cry. You were so starved for his touch that all he wanted was to give you so much more. He let you do your thing, but he also needs something. So, his hands moved on your ass, grabbing it and starting to move it up and down slowly at first. But just as he went on he got lost in the feeling. He became so impatient that he even started to move his hips to meet you halfway so he could feel something faster. "Bear with me a little longer." he whispered in your ear as you rested your head on his shoulder. You could feel him so much deep inside now. And that spot he keeps hitting just got your legs weak.

"I kinda like it.." you confessed. It hurts a little if you're thinking too much about it. Besides that it felt so strange. You're not even sure if enjoyable was the right word to describe whatever you were feeling.

"Don't say that." he was still being gentle with you. "You're going to make me want more." he wants more, but he's trying to convince himself that it's not the right moment. You could bearly get his fingers in at first, not to say how long you stayed to get him inside you. You can't take more and that's it.

"I want to give you more." he bite on your shoulder. Didn't he told you no?

"I'll give you this much at the moment. And I'm going to give you much more later." he said it like he knew that there's going to be a second time.

This was getting so out of hand. Sure, both of your housemates showed you things you never felt before, but you can't just let them continue like this. It would get too complicated later.

"Kiss me." he could see you were with your head in another direction. Why were you thinking of unnecessary things right now? So kiss him and forget about whatever you thought of.

The moment he came was a moment of you too just cuddling. And maybe a little bit of cock warming. Because he just couldn't get out of you yet. Your walls hugged him to tightly, how could he say no. But it had to end at some points. He couldn't be inside you forever, it's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that it's not the moment.

He got you to your room, got you some clean clothes and then put you in bed, disappearing from there as soon as you got to sleep. No matter how much he fancied you he couldn't give up on the rules he made for himself. Like no staying over, even if it was his own house. He was a mad man, he really was insane. But can you blame him? And even if you had anything to say, all he could do is take the blame. No matter how much he likes you, he won't change the way he is. And even so, he can only dream. Is he delusional? Maybe. But let the man dream.

He waited the next day so eagerly. He couldn't wait for you to enter that kitchen to say something to him about it. He wanted to play with you a little. Because he just couldn't help himself when you're acting so cute. Yet the next day he woke up with you at his door.

"Can we talk?" you didn't seem anxious at all. As much as he wanted to play a little with your feelings, he didn't. Maybe it was better you didn't went around the bush to say something. Does that mean you trust him enough to finally talk casually with him?

"Sure." he let you inside his room, waiting for whatever you had to say.

"Nothing changed after yesterday, right?" what a question. Do you want to act as before around him? Definitely not. He won't allow you run from him like before. He got so dangerously closed to you. His hands on your hips, dragging you close to him.

"You're not open to me at all." he whispered in your ear. "I'll fuck you as many times it's necessarily for you to fully open to me."

"Gojo..?" why was that guy the first option? Why didn't you go to him first? And look at you again, calling him like you weren't feeling him last night. He took interest in you first, he noticed you first. Shouldn't you two have a better connection?

"Why do you want everything to stay the same?"

"Isn't it better that way?" why do you view it like that?

"What makes you think it's better like that?"

"You didn't want a relationship, right? And so do I. Also, wasn't it a one time thing?" you knew the answer for the first question, yet you really can't see that it was definitely not a one time thing. If he doesn't fuck you then who? Who is going to be as understandable as him and let you do whatever you wanted with him? For him this meant that you two had a connection. It didn't matter what it becomes as long as you get that you're stuck with him from now on.

"Y/N, don't you see it?" it was so hard for him to explain this to you. All he wants is for you to understand his feelings without him saying shit. Because he's so not used to this. He can't express himself for fucks sake. "We can't be as how it was before."

"Why?" why can't you accept it? This made him a little mad.

"I don't want to go as before." he finally opened up a little. He's going insane. It's you who makes him go insane. Why can't you play the way he wants?

"Then.. Are we in a relationship?" it was so confusing because neither of you knew what the other had to say.

"No." he signed. "Be more open to me. That's all I'm asking from you." .

"I don't want us to be awkward." you sighed. "That's why I came here to ask you about this in the first place. I just want to know that we're alright." he cupped your face with his hands.

"We won't." his face got close to yours. "You know we can fuck around without anything between us."

"I know." but you still can't help but feel guilty a little. Did you woke up realizing what happened the previous day? Or the idea of fucking your landlord just like that? You can't help but feel wrong about this.

"Say my name." he kissed your lips softly.

"Gojo?" he frowned.

"Try again." you took a deep breath and open your mouth again, ready to say what he wanted to hear. Yet your voice was muffled by his lips back on yours. "Come on." he said between the kisses. "Say my name."

".. Toru.." you say the right things when you were out of breath.

"You better remember how to say it from now on." he let you go. And you ran from there the moment you got the chance. Those guys rooms were dangerous places. If you ever have to talk you'll make sure it stays in the kitchen, or anywhere else but those rooms.

Don't stick your dick in crazy. Well, in your case don't let them stick their dicks in you. Any kind of affiliation with them in other ways than just roommates was a a path that you'll never be able to get yourself out of. Walking into their rooms was like you were running into a battlefield. You'll never know what's happening next. Will you be taken from the back or by front? You're still sane enough not do the same mistake twice. Wait, didn't you already fucked up twice? Well, third time is with luck.

Yes, third time gotta be lucky. Lucky for you to not get fucked again. Why do you need to beat your head with them? It's better to not have boys problems at all. Especially if it's guys like them. I mean, look at them. All worked up, muscles after muscles, broad shoulders, standing confidently. Getting drunk on their dicks will cause you so much problems later.

"Y/N." your landlord said your name firmly when you got in the kitchen. "Come here." he pat the chair next to him.

Suguru could only roll his eyes. "Y/N. Come here." he moved his finger signaling you to get to him. Fighting over nothing this early in the morning. You got woken up by Satoru who kept spamming your phone. And for what?

"Why am I here?" you rubbed your eyes trying to see better.

"Look what I got." it was too early for this. Who eats cake the moment they wake up anyway?

"Maybe later. I'm going back to sleep." you walked out of there back to your room. Ready to meet your warm bed that might be cold now.

They were fucking with you. Not really in the fuck way but more in the annoying way. It was for your behavior. Because everything was so good until you started to ignore them. Was it really just a quickie and that's it? Were you really the kind of person to make someone fall for you just to fuck and go? You need to be put in place, that's what both of then thought. And now again they started acting pitiful just because you hurt their feelings.

They personally don't want to think about unnecessary things like how they feel about the person next to them. Because it was hell. Too much work. That's why no one says anything and just act. They could communicate telepathically with each other, that's why those fuckers act almost the same. Almost.

Gojo thought of ways to make you go to him instantly when anything happens. How can he even do that? It was so simple that he might as well laugh about it. Yesterday he was on laundry duty. It was his turn to wash and get everything to the right owner. Oh but how unfortunate would it be if he accidentally misplaced your clothes. Or how sorry he feels about not remembering where he put it. And a lot more bullshit that it makes him laugh like a maniac on the inside so you wouldn't suspect a thing. "I think some of your clothes might be in my room." you instantly stopped doing whatever you were doing at those words. "You have to come and check if they're yours." it was a trap. It was clearly a trap. You noticed the way he just stands there, arms crossed, back again the wall as you were looking in the places he told you he might have put them.

You're not stupid. You already figured out a few of his schemes. How some of his shirts were among your laundry. How he didn't said a thing until you went and asked him who's shirts were those. How he told you to just go and put them in his room. Like you didn't noticed his predatory eyes on your every move. "I'm not going there." you said while you got up from the floor. He put you to search in so many places that it drove you nuts.

"Just stay in the doorway. I'll give them to you." it didn't sounded that bad. So, why not?

Can you believe you actually trusted his words? The moment that door opened he dragged you inside. Your back pressed against the nearest wall, hands on one another going in so many directions. You knew it. You should have never trusted his words. "Satoru." you whined his name. You'd lie if you said that didn't made you so horny. But just like them, you have your morals. And those morals are telling you to not fuck around with people like those two guys.

His hands were ready to take your shirt off, but he stopped for a moment when he heard someone at his door. How dare someone disturb him in a moment like this. "Do you have my shirts? I can't find them." all Gojo did was to roll his eyes. He's not even sure that he washed all the clothes in the first place. He might left a few out while focusing on his plan. Just like them, you're also a fox playing however you want to get out of situations.

"I think it's in my room." you said out loud. This was the perfect opportunity, the best moment to get your stuff and go.

"Y/N? What you're doing there?" Geto opened the door, revealing you who finally managed to take your clothes back, and Satoru, who was standing there disappointed.

"Satoru also got some of my clothes with his. Stuff like this happens. It can't be blamed." if one's plan failed, the other just got an idea. Suguru wrapped his arm around you, dragging you close to him while looking at his friend with an evil smile.

"Ah ah~ You're right. It can't be helped. Glad to see you got your clothes back." you and Geto walked to your room, leaving your landlord alone. Whatever the dark haired guy had planned was not working. You stopped him right in front of your room, not allowing anyone to get inside besides you.

"Wait right there, I'll get it for you." you told him. Does he think you don't remember what you did last time he was there?

"I can help you look for it." lies. You can see most of their plans already. You won't fall for anything that they say.

"Don't worry, it's right on my chair, that's right next to the door. You don't have to help me with anything." you moved that chair from its usual place in case of a moment like this. Gojo's actions were suspicious from the start. So you had to came up with something in case of a situation like this. "Here." you said with a smile. You won't fall for the same thing again. Not after your landlord proved that you were right about whatever they were doing.

They went with the wrong strategy. Instead of being dorks, they should have gain your trust. And that's what they're doing from now on.

The first few days of the new plan was so strange. You couldn't do shit without them being in the way. Washing the dishes? Don't worry, they got you. Wanting to do something around the house? Stay right on the couch, they got you covered. After a week of their stupid game, you actually went in Gojo's room on your own. It did felt a little strange to let your guard down. And now you can't help but get scared by your own shadow when you're seeing it. What's real? What's the meaning of life? Were you wrong about them? Then you have to apologize in a way or another. Or maybe don't do that at all. Yes, don't do that. You're trying to figure out whatever game their playing. It was playing with your head. And now them acting like gentelmen was playing with your head even more.

Don't trust them. Or maybe do? It was just so difficult to decide. Yes, no, maybe. You didn't know what to believe anymore.

So, you decided to study them. Again. This time you'll get an answer. Are they playing with your head or are you becoming more delusional? You have to beat them at their own game. "Suguru, please let me help you." you said it so sweetly, standing next to him at the kitchen counter. He was about to cook something with whatever he found in the fridge.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I can do it on my own. I won't burn anything." you looked at him in the eyes, your eyelashes moving every time you blink.

"I know you'll do good. I just want to help you. It'll make your work easier." you really were so lovely. It's him who's the problem, you shouldn't be around him when he's like this. "Aren't you tired? You've worked hard these days." all he did was to smile. It took everything he had in him to not bend you over that counter and fuck you right there in that moment. If you stay one more minute in there next to him he'll really fuck up.

"Don't worry. I'm not tired yet. You can go tho." you left that kitchen defeated.

Your next target was your landlord. You walked around the house, eagerly to find him. And when you found him, you couldn't help but go straight to him instantly. "What's you doing?" your voice sounded like a melody to him.

"Watching a show I found yesterday. Wanna watch it too?" you sat down on the couch. The distance between you two was relatively far. You sat down without thinking about it first, you should have sat next to him. Would you look desperate if you move next to him now? So you started to slowly get closer to him. For a moment he thought that he was the one who's moving. You always looked like you were watching the tv. No, he wasn't mistaking. You were the one who was getting closer. He turned his face to the tv, trying to focus on whatever the characters were doing. He couldn't help it, he really couldn't hold a grip on himself. He turned his face to look at you one more time. He could see his soul leaving his body when he woke up with you next to him.

"Something wrong?" you said it like you didn't just played with his poor life.

"No." he gulped and turned his gaze on the big screen. That man was standing like a statue on his own couch. A single wrong move and he feels like he'll fuck everything up.

"Toru?" he got up and left the room. He didn't cared about that show anymore. All he cared about at the moment was his sanity, his well being and his soul to remain pure, even if he was nothing close to be pure in the first place to begin with. One more look into your eyes and he would have fucked that pussy of yours on the couch, not caring a fuck about anything more. You also got up from the couch and went to the kitchen. "The main character dies at the end." you spoiled the whole show. How dare both of them make you think that you went crazy. To think that you were considering that you were delusional.

"Something happened?" Geto asked, looking at his friend who was about to cry.

"I just spoiled the ending of the show he was watching." you left that place, going straight to your room.

"I was so close on fucking this up." Gojo confessed as soon as you left. Geto could only sigh. What made you act like this was a mystery. And he's not interested at the moment on finding out why you acted like that. Because who knows what he'll find. What if you need more than just their presence in the room? It's still too early on fucking this up again.

In conclusion, you weren't being delusional. These guys were fucking with your head on hard mode. Whenever you weren't looking at them, their gaze was full of lust. And sometimes they can't even help it. Those moments when you catch them staring at you with that dark look in their eyes were the moments where you stopped working. Your brain couldn't process what in the world was going on in that moment. Only for them to come back to normal and smile like nothing happened. Your panties were soaked. You didn't know what to do anymore. Your mind was telling you to run, but your legs were ready to spread and let who ever wanted to fuck your pussy.

Crying was the best thing you could do in that situation. You were confused. Your morals didn't let you go and fuck up. So if your pussy clench around nothing when your with them, all you have to do is not see them anymore, right? Problem solved. From that moment on you went back to square one. Whenever they were home, you wouldn't get out your room. You were pretending to be sleeping whenever someone opened the door to your room to show you what they got home today. In the end, nothing worked. Just hearing one of their voices on the hallway made you shake. Fucking morals.

Try to resonate with those fuckers. Maybe they would understand if you try to explain to them. Explain what? I mean, surely not the fact that you were horny. But maybe the fact that you were trying to be a better person? The fact that your mind wasn't letting you go around and let them play with you. Maybe they would get it. Maybe everyone can be in friendly terms and just understand each other's needs.

You finally got out that room. With small careful steps you walked into that kitchen again. You sat back in your usual spot, ready to open your mouth and say whatever you had to say.

"You're alright?" your landlord said before you could even from an sentence.

"Ah, yes. About that." you cleared your throat. "I'm sorry." all you could do is look at your hands and play with your fingers.

"For what?"

"Listen, I-" you couldn't think of any words at the moment ,it was like your brain just turned itself off. "Alright, listen. It took a few days but I finally put my thoughts in place. And all I want to do is apologize because I was clearly not in my right mind." you took a deep breath. "I really don't know what got into me. You two are clearly great guys, but I don't know why I was telling myself that you're not. And I just-"

"Alright, stop right there." Gojo said placing his phone of the table. "What happened?" you wanted to cry. Do you really need to explain yourself.

"I got the wrong idea."

"You clearly did." Geto rested his back against the back of the chair. "We're not great at all. I'm sure you were right about whatever you thought about us first."

"No. You're great. I'm the bad one." they were also bad. But in this moment all you could think of is how horny you were.

"What happened then?" you couldn't say it. All you did was to cover your eyes with one of your hands. "Did you fell for me or something?" you shook your head.

"Then?" you took a deep breath. Nope, you couldn't say shit. You covered your face with both of your hands.

"I've been having some really bad thoughts. And you've been so great lately. I just can't help but feel bad."

"Everyone have their days." the dark haired guy tried to comfort you.

"I promised myself that I won't have those kind of problems. But I just can't help it sometimes, you know? I don't want it, but at the same time I wouldn't mind it. I would, but not really."

"There, there." they moved next to you, you could feel some hands on your back. This wasn't help it at all. Seriously, do they even listen to what you said until now?

"If you need any help, I'm sure one of us can help you."

"Both of you already did it." you gasped at your own words. You looked left and then right. Who said that? Did you said it out loud? Did they heard it?

"If it haves to do with anything around the house, don't worry. I can take some of your chores for a while." Geto's words only made you feel guilty. Look at these guys, can you believe you came here to talk about how horny you are these days? You're embarrassed, you really are. You don't recognize yourself anymore these days. Is a dick that good to give up on your peace?

"That's not it." you could only sigh. "Don't worry, I'll get over it." you wanted to go back to your room. Can you believe you really went to them for something that stupid.

"Y/N." Gojo said firmly against your ear. "Are you horny?"

"I-" you looked at him in shock. "How did you know?" did you said that out loud? Was it obviously? You went there with a clear head, you were so determined before. But as soon as you got stuck between them, you forgot everything. Your name, why you're there in the first place. You couldn't even look them in the eyes.

What gave you away? The way your body jolted when they touched you? The way your body heated up immediately under their touch? Was it your thighs that were pressed together for some unknown reason? Or maybe it was the fact that they never saw you like this before?

"Satoru, don't start." his friend said. It was more of a warning. You clearly weren't in your right mind. Sure, he thought the same as his friend, yet he doesn't want to admit it. He studied you enough to know how you are by now. It took both of them a lot of time for you to open to them. If one of them fucks up, both are screwed.

"What exactly is that problem you kept saying about?" the white haired guy decided to ignore whatever the other was saying. You were so cute in that situation that all he wanted was to tease you. His hand was pressed on the back of your chair, his face getting closer to yours. "We talked about it, didn't we? I'm so sad that you ignored me." Geto could only sigh. It was clearly a lost cause.

You could feel the warmth of their bodies. Satoru's hot breath was hitting the skin of your neck. For a moment you looked at him. You gulped. Your eyes moved so fast from his eyes to his lips and back up. It was a dangerous situation. You have to back out right now before it's too late.

"You really are a tease aren't you?" Gojo tried to laugh it off. A few moments ago, all he wanted to do is embarrass you and make you admit about whatever you were feeling, after that he would have left you alone because you also ignored him. But now? All he wanted to do was to show you what happens if you mess with him.

Suguru's hand went on you thigh, squeezing it softly. He was only trying to make you focus on him, to forget for a moment about Gojo. He was only trying to make you a way to run away while you still had time. Because if anything happens right now and you go back on how it was before it would be bad for everyone. He already fucked up once, and now he's trying to make it up for before. He didn't know better, but now he does. Or maybe he's lying to himself.

When your hand went over his, and you looked him right in the eyes. He's the one who needs to back out.

"Suguru, you freak." Satoru said when he saw that he was stealing you from him. "How can you steal Y/N from me."

"Oh, shut up." do you want them to rearrange your insides or do you want to be able to walk for the rest of the week?

Gojo wrapped his arm around you, trying to get you closer to him. It was his revenge. He won't let someone else have you. However, Geto aslo wanted you. And now they were fighting over who can have you. Geto who's hand was gripping you thigh, trying to drag you to him. Or Gojo who's hand was wrapped around your waist.

Your body was on fire. You didn't know what to do anymore. And the option where you can't walk straight for a few days sounded just so good. You wanted whatever you could have. One of them, both of them. You're not even sure what you can fit, where it would fit. But you're so determined to get it inside that you don't care anymore.

One of your hands traveled to Suguru's arm, the other one travelled on Satoru. You forgot what morals even are, or if you have them to begin with. "I don't care who haves me." aren't you a dirty one?

You have to be careful. You were in highly danger. This was really the last warning. Back off while you can. Because you won't be able to ride. One more word or wrong step and you won't be able to get out the bed tomorrow. "But I care." Gojo said while looking down at you. "And I'm sure that fucker does too." how nice he speaks to his friend.

Geto's hand went between your thighs, slowly rubbing your clothed pussy. You opened your legs a little more, giving him more space.

"Not fair." Satoru gasped. His hand went under your shirt and straight to your breasts. He started playing with your nipples who were already half hard. Only making them harder, more sensitive for him to play with it. You sighed. They're hands were so cold, it was making you squirm.

"Doesn't your back hurts?" you could hear Geto's words over and over like an echo in your head. All you could remember is that you didn't wanted any of them in your room for this exact motive. You were afraid this would happen again, yet look at you now. You're the one who started it this time.

"Where do you want to go?" whatever. It's not like it matters anymore.

In the end, you ended on the couch. Gojo held you in his lap, legs spread as Geto was in between them, eating you out like his life depended on it. Satoru's hands were all over your body, never even once leaving your lips alone. From that cursed kitchen until you got to the couch, they undressed you. Leaving clothes all over the places you walked. They still had their clothes on them, it was only you who was naked. You didn't care about the cold air in the room as long as you could feel the warmth of their bodies. Those hands that were so cold at first now warm from your body. And you couldn't get enough of it. You wanted their hands on you all the time. It made you shake, jolt, feel so strange that you wanted them to stop for a moment. But at the same time you were so greedy that you'd start crying if they actually stopped.

"Wait." you moaned in between the kisses. Your back arches, your hand went in Geto's hair, the other on Satoru's thigh. You whined so sweetly, wouldn't it be a shame if someone stopped giving you any pleasure? Would you stop making those cute noises?

A part of them wanted to leave you there, all needy and not being able to release. They wanted to punish you in a way or another for playing with their feelings. But the other part was greedy. Both of them wanted to give you so much more than the other. To make you say one of their names especially, to cry out loud that you wanted one over the other. No one stopped what they were doing until the other made a move. They weren't focused on you anymore, it was more of a battle on who does the first move. And neither of them wanted to do the first step.

What a bunch of buffoons.

You were trembling. The only thing you let out your mouth were broken cries. You were so close, and all they did was to compete with one another. For once, you decide to do something you wouldn't usually do and now instead of trying to understand your point of view they were fighting. You could notice the dead stares they were giving each other. If you knew they were going to be like this, you would have stayed in your room.

"Stop it." you sounded mad. But who knows since you could bearly form an sentence.

"You heard that, Suguru? She told you to stop." Gojo said with a grin on his face.

"She was talking to you, Satoru." maybe it was the way he put the accent on his friend's name, or maybe the way he dragged your hips closer to his face while looking up at you. For a moment you couldn't even think of why you were mad at them.

You sighed. "I didn't came here to see you two fight. I came here because I want both of you." oh, you sweet dumb girl. The way their hearts skipped a beat. You can't walk on a flat surface without tripping and now you think that you could take them? How funny. However, you words only encouraged them. Geto who started putting his whole heart into lapping at your pussy. And Gojo who was making sure to leave his mark all over your neck. You didn't had a single moment for you to even think.

You were so right about your words. Why fighting when they can work together? As much as they want you all alone for themselves individually, they also like to show off. And now it's more than sure that you won't be able to even move in your bed without your body hurting.

Suguru's tongue was moving all around your pussy. He'd shove it in your cunt, lick that pretty clit, eat any kind of juices that might try to escape from him. His arms wrapped around your thighs, dragging you back into his face when you were trying to move. He didn't gave you a moment to breathe.

Satoru kept you in his arms, one of his hands holding your head so he could have access to your neck and shoulders. Biting, licking and kissing wherever he could. While his other hand was was on your chest, playing with one of nipples. You let him do whatever he wanted, and he was more than thankful to show you what he can do.

You couldn't do it anymore. Your legs tried closing, almost trapping Geto's head between then. And Gojo's lips were over yours, kissing you so you would focus on him. His tongue in your mouth, trying to find yours. And even after you finally came, they didn't stopped even for a second. Only making you squirm more and more. "No more." you cried out. Your body was like a vegetable. You felt so dried of energy that you could bearly move.

"Come on, pretty girl. It's only the start." You could finally think clearly, and oh, how dumb you were. What a mistake to try to talk to them at the same time. You gulped, you were scared. What can you even do now? You clearly had your time, and now they also wanted a little bit of what you could give. You bite your lower lip and hold back whatever you had to say. It was your mistake and now you have to live with the consequences.

"Alright." you said so not sure about your choice of words. "Please be gentle with me." how cute.

You layed on the couch, not even sure how to sit. Geto got in between your legs again, this time ready to fuck that pussy of yours himself, not only with his mouth. While Gojo sat next to your head. You took a deep breath, ready for who ever start first. "Relax. Why are you so tensed?" Gojo ran his hand through your hair, moving it out the way. "You're scared?" he sounded so amused.

"A little." you tried to explain. "I mean, it's the first time I do something like this. Dunno what to expect."

"I'll fuck this pretty mouth of yours, so keep it wide open. While our sweet Suguru here would do his thing. Focus on me more tho." all he got in response was Geto rolling his eyes.

"Keep your eyes on me." Suguru said as he positioned in front of you better. He kept rubbing his tip against your pussy, swiping up and down your folds. So wet. He just couldn't wait to get in.

"You're being so greedy." Gojo whined as he moves his hand on the back of your head, getting a fist full of you hair. Only pushing your head up a little. "Just like that, keep that mouth open." he slowly moved his cock inside your mouth. For the moment just exploring how far he could go.

Geto also finally got inside your pussy. So warm, so wet. It was so welcoming. He couldn't get enough of this sensation. When he moved his hips and finally got some friction, he could feel your cunt getting tight, squeezing him so good. He really wanted you all for himself now. He grunted. He didn't like the way your hands were on Satoru, looking at his friend while not giving him any attention. Isn't he giving you the most pleasure? Give him attention. Try to look at him, even if you couldn't. Keep your hands on him. Him. Not the blue eyes guy. His thumb started circling your clit. Giving it quick strokes as he moved his cock into you with more force now.

If you weren't already choking on Gojo's dick, now you were also choking on your own moans. You couldn't say a word. Gojo, always moved inside and out your mouth, always aiming to go as deep as he could down your throat. But did you really wanted to say a word to begin with? Maybe to let them know that it feels good? Overall, you couldn't think of much when you getting it from both sides.

Do they feel good? Can you do something for them? You had no idea since all you could hear were the sounds your bodies made, and the sounds they let out. Little huffs and puffs, moaning here and there. You couldn't get enough of their voices.

"Sweetie, look at me." Geto finally said it. He stands so proud, you could see his contoured body so well. You couldn't really focus your vision on him because Gojo lifted you head up.

"Eyes on me." are they really going to fight again? You lightly slapped Gojo's thighs. Until this ends, all you want to see and hear was how good they felt. They were good with whatever they were doing, but you also wanted to know you're just as good as them. Or at least half of it.

"Y/N." honestly, what a headache. One of your hands went to Geto, holding his arm as he kept moving into you. You were so wet that you were afraid it might leave stains on the couch.

Your other hand holded into Gojo's thigh. You closed your eyes. If they fight because you kept eye contact with only one of them, then you won't even do that at all. Problem solved. Right? Nope. That only made them angrier. Choose. At which one do you want to look more?

Gojo's hand was back in your hair, this time actually starting to fuck your throat. You felt him so deep that you opened your eyes, tears forming from the impact. You wanted to complain. Does he even think of how you feel? "Keep your mouth open." it was an order. He wasn't playing anymore.

"Y/N." Geto said your name firmly when you took your hand off him for a moment. You eyes went wide open when he hit that one spot deep inside harder than he did until now. He kept pressing the tip of his dick into it. It hurts. You felt it so much deep now that it hurts. Your hand went back on him, but it wasn't enough to satisfy him. What he wanted was for both of your hands to he on him. Keep your warm touch only for himself.

All you could do is let out muffled cries. Tears were running down your face. It was way too much. You couldn't do anything. You couldn't move an muscle even if you wanted to.

Demons. You were right when you said to yourself to never fuck with them again.

Geto's thumb only kept increasing the speed, and so did he did with his hips. He kept ramming into you over and over again. Quick, hard, and so was his hand movement. Your legs only trying to close themselves, but you couldn't because he was in the way. He held your arm right against your body, holding your wrist in his hand.

One of Gojo's hands were on the couch back, holding himself from not falling into you. You gagged every time he kept coming back in. His movements were like he was trying to compete with his friend. Who can go faster? Who could make you cry even louder? You were shaking, your eyes went shut. Your mind went blank. You hold onto whatever you could as you came. Never even a moment did they left you alone. No, in fact, their movements only looked like continuing.

Both were so greedy to have your hands on them. It wasn't enough. They wanted more. Usually they were all in for a three way if it was it someone they don't really know. But you? You were their cute house cat. There at the end of the day, there at the start of the day. You weren't just some random person.

"Swallow all. Don't let a drop escape." Gojo said as he moved his hips a couple more times before he filled your mouth with his cum.

"Fuck. I'm almost there. Almost there." Geto said. With a few thrusts he also came.

You were choking on Gojo's cum. It was too much, and too sudden.

"Another round. Let me feel your pussy this time." Satoru said, wanting to have that cunt of yours all for himself.

"No way. This pussy is mine." Geto said, already getting ready to get back inside your pussy for a second time that evening.

"It's my turn." look at them fighting like kids again.

"No more. I can't take another round." you said, laying defeated on the couch. Your chest raising up and down, a hand on your belly as the other was next to you. "Not today." or tomorrow. But you didn't said that part out loud.

"You're tired already?"

"Not everyone have as much energy as you do." you said trying to get up from the couch. "Look like you'll have to do my chores for a few days." you shouldn't had let them fuck you. You went downhill from the moment you stepped into that damn house. You're future was going to be wild wild them next to you.

Honestly, I have no idea tf I wrote almost to the end. I wrote the smut part after I got sick and my brain doesn't want to understand any english at the moment. Might change the threesome part after I get better

[andiftheycare]

Fics Masterpost

**Disclaimer: I’m making this for my own peace of mind and because I like to think that I’m actually writing most of these and seeing them in a post makes all my draft docs more real (insert here me sobbing). I’m not a native speaker so my English is wobbly at times. Cheers!**

How To Series

JJK shoujo manga au in which nothing bad happens ever.

How Satoru and Suguru Became Boyfriends

High School AU, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Valentine’s Day fic

Rumor goes Satoru and Suguru are dating, but are they?

OR High School au where Satoru and Suguru try to survive Valentine’s day and almost-surely-don’t-acidentally end up on a date.

How Satoru Knit A Scarf (mini long, around 14k)

High School Au, White day fic, miscommunication, established relationship

Satoru decides to knit his boyfriend a scarf for White Day. Armed with Haibara sister's knitting needles and Riko’s unwanted comments, he sets himself on a mission of knitting it in two weeks.

Except that he can be as good at everything as he wants, but knitting is painfully slow, and he has to hurry up if he wants to surprise Suguru.

Meanwhile, Suguru is trying to ask his boyfriend out for their first date – as a couple, not as friends – and wondering why Satoru is doing his best to avoid him at any given opportunity.

Or: stupid teeangers being stupid.

7/11 (one shot, 2k)

High School Au, Nanami POV, established stsg

Exams are approaching and Nanami is not spending the summer in school, thank you very much. Geto helps (or tries to.)

Or: Nanami is the only person yet unaware of Geto and Gojo’s relationship. Now he wants to burn his eyes.

Parts of your soul, Publishing AU series

They don’t die at the end

Publishing au, writer Gojo Satoru, book publicist Geto Suguru, getting together, miscommunication, burn out, non linear narrative, email fic, mixed media

Gojo Satoru is one of Japan's most celebrated literary writers. At least, that’s what his publisher tells him.

Geto Suguru is his book publicist, which is slightly inconvenient as he’s also: 1) his high school best friend who left him before graduation and 2) the love of his life.

When Suguru hands in his notice, Satoru makes it everyone’s problem.

Untitled full they don’t die at the end (multichapter, currently scared of how many words this will be)

Publishing au, angst with happy ending, getting together, slow burn, like ten years long slow burn, miscommunication, inappropriate office behaviour, burn out, publishing lingo, power dynamics, eventual smut, light dom/sub in parts, overworking, possessive Gojo Satoru, Geto needs therapy, more tags to be added

Spanning across ten years of maybes and won’t, this is the publishing au no one ever asked for.

Flat 23 (mini long, word count tbc)

Publishing au, getting together, slice of life, literally nothing bad happens in this fic, living together, editorial assistant Yuuji Itadori, Vet student Megumi Fushiguro, overall Queen Nobara Kugisaki

Nobara needs a housemate. ASAP. Because she’s on a publishing salary and can’t afford her monthly travelcard, let alone sharing the rent of a third empty room with Yuuji.

Megumi needs a flat. Possibly in the next 48 hours. His landlord is evicting him at the end of the week, and he refuses to go back living with Gojo. Let alone now that Gojo has a boyfriend basically living with him.

When he meets Nobara, Megumi thinks the place is too cheap to be true, but Kugisaki seems fine, and he can live for six months in a pet free house. Enters Yuuji Itadori, now bane of his existence.

he frog you swan one shot

Tongue Tied

Au - No powers, sort of reincarnation au, slice of life, umbrella thief, suggestive at times, office au, more tags to be added

☂️ part 1

☂️ part 2.1

☂️ part 2.2

☂️part 3

[oniifans]

Oni's Master Writing List

Welcome to my writing blog! This blog is filled with 18+ content, so beware! Down below is my master list of works that I have done, and works that are coming! Please enjoy and also don't be afraid to throw in some ideas in my inbox, would love some inspiration or even someone to talk to!

Attack On Titan - Eren Yeager

joy ride - toxic! eren yeager x female reader pt. 1

joy ride - toxic! eren yeager x female reader pt. 2

lunch money - bully! eren yeager x female reader pt. 1

lunch money - bully! eren yeager x female reader pt. 2

lunch money - bully! eren yeager x female reader pt. 3

confessions of a sinner - priest! eren yeager x female reader

the emerald dragon - yakuza! eren yeager x female reader (coming soon, fics 2 & 3 in plotting stages)

Attack On Titan - Armin Arlert

stuffed - armin arlert x female reader x eren yeager

stuffed - armin arlert x female reader x eren yeager pts. 2 & 3 (coming soon)

Attack On Titan - Levi Ackerman

at your service - sub! levi ackerman x female reader (coming soon)

Attack On Titan - Jean Kirstein

red lights, seductive eyes - jean kirstein x female reader

Attack on Titan - Reiner Braun

sound check! - punkstar! reiner braun x groupie female reader (coming soon)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Geto Suguru & Gojo Satoru

sex tape - gojo satoru x female reader x geto suguru

the chat says... - webcammers! gojo satoru x female reader x geto suguru (coming soon, a second work associated with sex tape)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Nanami Kento

don't be late - a bdsm session with nanami kento x female reader (coming soon)

Jujutsu Kaisen - Toji Fushiguro

smile for the camera, whore - pornstar toji fushiguro x female reader (coming soon)

Spider Man: Into the Spiderverse - Miguel O’Hara/Spider-Man 2099

my landlord is actually Spider-Man?! -Spider-Man 2099/Miguel O’Hara x female reader (coming soon)

my insane spiderverse. - Spider-Man 2099/Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Woman! female reader (second fic to previous work, coming soon)

be still. - CEO Miguel O’Hara x Babysitter! Female reader (coming soon)

“Mr. O’Hara will see you now.” -CEO Miguel O’Hara x Secretary Assistant Female Reader (coming soon)

My works can also be found on AO3 under oniifans. AO3 has some exclusive works, such as Kinktobers and some personal original works too. You can also find me on my Twitter - where I’m unhinged over a lot of dilfs and fictional men.

Thank you for your support. Everything is coming soon! 🩷

[gogesimp]

Thinking of this AU.

Omegaverse, possibly sugussy, preguru. This is a direct consequence of getting a lot of preguru fanart on my tl.

So suguru is a single omega who is pregnant. The baby daddy is no longer in the picture. So suguru has to do this alone. He isn't doing particularly well when it comes to finances so he has to take out a one room flat in a very rundown housing complex.

The day he arrives, lugging along his handful of belongings he hears rustling coming from within his room. He is scared that there might be some stragglers who he can't deal with alone.

But he somehow gathers courage and the broom he had bought to clean his new home and approaches the kitchen from where he heard the sound.

With the setting sun sifting through the window grill suguru spots a mop of unruly black hair beneath the sink and his heart beat slows down. It's just a kid.

After much coaxing the omega is able to get the child to leave it's hiding place and come into the one single room.

Dressed in a pair of worn out shorts and a shirt the young boy looks wary of Suguru but not scared.

He knows he has to inform his landlord or the lone security stationed at the creaky gates of the colony.

Somehow he convinces the kid to take his hand and they walk out of their flat. As suguru is locking it up he hears a loud voice, like that of a child calling out a name.

The boy whose hand he is holding stiffens, responding as if he was the one being called out.

And maybe he was because when Suguru turns around he sees a very strange sight. An impossibly tall man with the strangest hair colour suguru has ever seen on someone, white and a pair of dark round shades is walking towards him. But the strangest bit is the two kids hanging off of this man's long limbs as they alternately shout out the name.

Anyways, long story short, Satoru's the guardian of all three kids- Megumi, Yuji and nobara.

Suguru is preggers with the twins - mimiko and nanako.

Satosugu meet like this for the first time but not the last.

[daisynik7]

to all the boys who live next door - masterlist

Hello friends! Wanted to do a fun little anthology series imagining some of our faves as our next-door neighbors. All fics will contain smut, therefore are rated explicit. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Specific content warnings will be listed per fic.

If you'd like to be tagged on any of the upcoming fics below, please let me know in the comments or in my inbox! Thanks in advanced for reading! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

Extra Smooth - Suguru Geto

Your next-door neighbor is loud, inconsiderate, and unfortunately, very hot. No matter how many times you bang on his door with another new noise complaint, he’ll continue to repeat his offenses nearly every weekend. You’re too timid to submit a formal complaint to the landlord, so you shrug it off, hoping that one day, he’ll suddenly become nice. That day comes sooner than you think, when he unexpectedly makes a visit to your apartment, discovering the real reason you need your peace and quiet.

2. A Helping Hand - Kento Nanami

You’re so completely insatiable that you’re going a tad bit insane. You enlist the aid of your next-door neighbor Nanami, who you know is more than willing to help. It's almost too good to be true.

3. Cure for a Hangover - Kishibe

Kishibe is your mysterious, brooding, and significantly older next-door neighbor. You’ve lived beside him for a while now, only exchanging basic pleasantries out of politeness, never anything more. One night, he comes home drunk, or so he thinks. It’s not his door he’s slumped against; it’s yours.

4. Double the Fun - Eren + Reiner

You’ve been having a bit of a dry spell recently with how busy you’ve been at work. When you finally manage to snag a date through one of your matches on a dating app, you’re unfortunately stood up, leaving you in a worse mood than before. Lucky for you, your two hot himbo neighbors are more than willing to cheer you up.  

5. What Are Friends For? - Takuma Ino

Ino is the cute guy next door that you’ve befriended ever since you moved in. He’s been nothing but kind to you, and sure, there’s attraction there, but you’ve never acted on it considering you’re already taken. When you find out your long-distance boyfriend has been cheating on you, you turn to your friend for comfort, and maybe something more.

BONUS FICS!

6. Make Me Sweat - Aoi Todo

With the start of the new year, you make it one of your main resolutions to become more active. You begin at your apartment's fitness center, where you run into your musclehead, loud-mouth next-door neighbor, Aoi Todo. He offers his gratuitous advice, annoying you at first. But when he suggests a particular kind of workout, it piques your interest enough that you can't refuse.

7. Rub You the Right Way - Choso Kamo

You've always been cordial with your shy next-door neighbor Choso Kamo. One day, you receive the package you've been expecting, finding out a little too late that it isn't your package at all; it's his. What you find inside makes you think that maybe he has a wild side, one you want to see for yourself.

8. A Helping Hand Part 2 - Kento Nanami (coming soon)

After being caught calling out his name during a sex-filled dream involving your neighbor, you try your best to do some damage control to save face from utter humiliation. Nanami, on the other hand, isn't going to let you off the hook so easily.

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JJK MasterList ~

Other characters will be added in time. You can request fanfics in the description of my profile. Rules are listed here.

Sukuna Ryomen

.............................. Time Moves ~ Prt 1, Prt 2

God! x Disciple! F!Reader!

Sukuna demands attention from his out of breath disciple for leaving him alone. And, he takes it upon himself to remind you of your place. Your only purpose is to worship his cock.

Geto Suguru

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You Need Me ~ Prt 1, Prt 2

Boyfriend! X F!Reader!

Geto Suguru needs you to submit to his needs. He wanted to do it all for you. From opening jars to paying your rent. He just needed you to lose that job of yours.

Elevator Sex ~ 1.1k

Landlord! X F!Reader

Landlord Geto fucks you in the elevator. You will learn your place.

Kento Nanami

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Strawberry Worries ~ 1.6k

Husband x Curse! F!Reader

Anxious Nanami Kento is a recipe for fucking you hard with strawberries in your mouth.

Daddy’s Office ~ 2.7k

Coworker! X Bimbo! F!Reader!

It's your birthday, and you triggered Daddy Nanami into a spicy session in his office.

Toji Fushiguro

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Flat 23

by iftheycare (RedMushroom) Nobara needs a housemate. ASAP. Because she’s on a publishing salary and can’t afford her monthly travelcard, let alone sharing the rent of a third empty room with Yuuji. Megumi needs a flat. His landlord is evicting him and he refuses to go back to living with Gojo. When he meets Nobara, Megumi thinks the place is too good to be true, but Kugisaki seems fine, and he can survive six months in a pet free house. Enters Yuuji Itadori, now bane of his existence. Words: 2004, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English Series: Part 2 of parts of your soul Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Tsumiki, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento Relationships: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Curses (Jujutsu Kaisen), Getting Together, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Slice of Life, Living Together, literally nothing bad happens in this fic, editorial assistant Yuuji Itadori, Vet Student Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji is Whipped, Minor Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Domestic, Bunnies, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, No beta we die like riko from AO3 works tagged 'Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji' https://ift.tt/eJRCYAq