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yay-a-fifth-one · 1 month ago

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childhood friend! suguru who sighs as he passes you in the hallway, leaning up against the walls with your arms raised up— a punishment that has become too routine for you.

“what did you do this time?” he stops in front of you, crossing his arms as he gets closer. you shy away from his gaze.

"nothing." you mumble.

he hums. “mr. Ishida?”

you purse your lips and nod. he then takes your hand, pulling you into the teacher's office with him.

childhood friend! suguru apologizes to your teacher on your behalf. lucky for you, suguru's one of his favorite students. you’re behind him, head down in shame as your math teacher begrudgingly agrees that detention alone will suffice.

childhood friend! suguru voluntarily joins you in detention, doing both of your homeworks as you pester him with justification for what you did.

"he pulled me by the hair! i mean, who does that in high school? and he only has to clean the classroom because he's an athlete." suguru simply nods, extending his hand for your other detention assignment to complete.

“don’t worry about him.”

childhood friend! suguru discretely beats the said boy up after school, scaring him shitless and steering him clear from you for the remainder of the school year. he smiles as you tell him about your conspiracies on how you managed to put him in his place.

“must’ve really scared him, huh?” you nod proudly and he suggests getting ice cream to celebrate.

childhood friend! suguru rushes out of his house when he hears yells from yours next door. he knows you prefer to leave the house when your family decides to fight, despite the countless times he has told you how unsafe it is to be out so late. he grabs his bike and sets out after you.

childhood friend! suguru, whose heart finally settles when he finds you on the swing in the park you frequent. he rings his bell, and you look up at him. everything feels alright again. he gets up and walks up to you, his eyes never leaving yours as he grabs you by the hands and seats you on the backseat of his bike.

you wrap your arms around his waist and lean your head against his back as he cycles to his house, your sanctuary.

childhood friend! suguru is doing his work, seated at his desk in your freshman year of college, when you latch your arms around his neck, showing him the text you just received.

"the guy from orgo lab asked me out on a date."

he instinctively grabs the phone out of your hands, grip tightening. he stops writing and looks up at you with a look you can’t quite catch.

“are…you?” he asks. you shrug, smiling unsurely. this marks the first time you’ve been asked out— the first time suguru has let his guard down enough for another guy to ask you.

“should i go…?” you hesitantly mumble. even though being desired should have filled you with giddy, you found yourself feeling a little strange.

he bites his lip, pausing before averting his gaze back to his sheet. his fingers start moving again. “if you want to.”

it’s not the answer you want. you look up at the clock hung on his wall, it’s a few minutes before curfew. sighing, you detach yourself from him.

“okay.” he doesn’t catch the disappointment in your tone, you pat his shoulder before you start for the door.

you look back at him. "and before you ask, i can walk back alone."

“then text me when you reach your room.” he gently smiles.

“night, suguru.”

“night, angel.”

he waits until the door clicks behind you before he crumbles the page of scribbles he had just written.

holy fuck. he messed up.

childhood friend! suguru balls up his fists at the posts your guy, neo, shared of him and you. you ended up going on that date.

he narrows his eyes as he zooms into the guy’s face. he thinks he looks normal. nothing special, he’s not even close to being worthy of you.

but he starts questioning, is he your type? that lame little guy?suguru lifts his head to look at his reflection in the wardrobe mirror in front of him, analyzing his face before shortly groaning and rolling his head back. “should’ve picked a class that didn’t coincide with her lab.”

he blocks the guy.

childhood friend! suguru greets you with unusually short answers when you ask about plans for the summer. he can't meet your eyes, he can't look at you without acknowledging how big of a mistake he made.

childhood friend! suguru has been distant ever since, no longer knocking on your dorm room, no longer walking you to classes, bringing you leftover food from club events, asking you to join him and satoru on the latter’s shenanigans, and just straight up humming with disinterest whenever you end up together.

childhood friend! suguru forgets all about his regretful sentiments when your friend calls him at 10 pm to ask about your whereabouts.

“she isn’t with you?” he’s already gathering his things to leave his study group.

“no-no, we were at the bar, it’s crowded and-”

“send me your location.” he hangs up.

it takes him five minutes to get there and only two to find you. you’re sitting at one of the corner tables with three guys around you, one’s hand is on your shoulder, seeming to make small talk except you seem far from interested. there’s an uncomfortable look in your eye and suguru doesn’t miss it.

“hands off, motherfucker.”

irritated, the man looks behind before realizing who the voice belongs to. he takes his hands off and looks away as he moves aside.

you look up at him with surprise, and you almost smile but he only returns a disapproving look.

“let’s go.” he grabs your wrist and marches the two of you out of there.

childhood friend! suguru can’t seem to get words out as you confront him about his distant behavior lately. he stays silent, still walking as you exasperatedly ask him from behind.

“i mean, you can’t even talk to me.” you’re desperate but he doesn't respond. he’s set on not saying a word, but that changes when there's a splash followed by sudden silence. he looks back and you’re not where you just stood, but in the river you were walking alongside.

childhood friend! suguru “why would you do that?” he asks angrily once he pulls you out, searching in your eyes for a possible reason. “was that on purpose? why would you walk so close to the ledge?” his voice is filled with confusion, frustration, worry, anger. you’d never seen him so furious before. he takes your hands in his, getting down on his knees to be on eye-level with you.

his voice is softer now. “they were bothering you, and you didn’t call me. since when did you go to bars? since when did you stop sharing your location-”

“you don’t like me anymore.” you cut him off, you’re trying not to tear up but it happens anyway. “you’re my only family suguru, nobody loves me like you. i can’t stand what’s happening between us, it’s so fucking lonely and i don’t know what to do.”

his heart twinges and he wastes no time engulfing you into a hug, eyes filling up with guilt as your muffled sobs get louder. he backs up momentarily to remove the wet strands from your face, getting a clearer look at your tear-stained face, and it only hurts him more. you feel like this because of him.

“we’ve been side by side for all our lives, i really can’t stand you not loving me anymore.” you quietly say.

“i’m not angry at you, okay?” he assures you, caressing your cheek. “i was angry at myself. I’m sorry. i love you, i swear i’ll always love you, i promise.” he apologizes as he takes off his jacket, draping it over you before turning around to get you on his back.

childhood friend! suguru takes you back to his room, handing you one of his shirts and shorts to change into. he’s pleased that you’re back with him again. he hates to admit it, but he's happy his presence meant that much to you.

“didn’t i leave a change of clothes here last time?” you ask, scanning through the stacks of clothes in his closet.

“might’ve thrown them in the wash with my laundry.” he lies. he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to see you in his clothes.

childhood friend! suguru is slightly taken aback when you start changing in front of him. sure, you had done that since you were kids, but things were different now. ears fully red, he turns away, asking where all your modesty had gone as you hush him by launching your wet shirt at him.

childhood friend! suguru starts drying your hair as you slowly lean back on his chest, goosebumps forming when the back of his hand brushes against you. you’re suddenly aware of the feeling that accompanies the proximity between you.

childhood friend! sugur is equally as happy as he is nerve-stricken that you seem to sense the tension between you, finally. after some hesitation, you gaze up at him, and he looks at you the way he always does, but there’s more longing, more hope, an end goal he sees only in your eyes. you catch it this time.

but suguru doesn't want to get his hopes up.

“how’s it going with neo?”

“huh?”

“how’s neo been treating you?”

you abruptly shake your head and that’s when it all falls into place. he’s jealous.

“suguru i haven’t been on another date after the last…i didn’t like him, i just,” you look down and fiddle with his fingers. “I guess I wanted to see how it felt like, being asked out.”

“oh.” he bites his lips to restrain the smile forming on his face. “i see.”

you smile to yourself as you lift your head to meet his eyes again. "you relieved?"

he laughs lightly, "just thought you didn't need me anymore."

you frown at him, reaching for his face, and he automatically leans into your touch. "don't be an idiot, suguru. i'll always need you, i needed you then," you trail off, careful with your next words. "and i need you now."

he nods as he takes in the information, trying to quietly swallow the lump in his throat. "you do?"

"i do.” you clear your throat, pulling your hands back from his warm face, afraid he’d sense how nervous you are. a small pout forms on his face at the loss of contact and you send him a teasing smile. “so what was that earlier? you love me?”

he pinches your cheek, glancing away momentarily. “you know i’ve always loved you.”

he's right. he’s always shown you love, but you’re curious if it’s the innocent kind you’ve shared since the first day of kindergarten, or the kind you recently realized he makes you feel.

you shift a little. “in what way?”

your question catches him off guard and he brings his eyes back to yours again.

childhood friend! suguru finally gathers enough courage to do what he has wanted to since the second year of middle school.

“this way.” he gently cups your cheeks and you stay frozen in place, hearts beating in synchrony as he closes the distance between you, and you’re more than happy to reciprocate it.

boyfriend! suguru doesn’t sleep a wink with you in his arms, his heart simply won’t allow him. he thanks the world for the conveniently timed thunderstorm that makes you nuzzle closer every time it strikes. it takes him a while to accept that it’s real, you’re in his arms, not as a friend, but as his girlfriend.

he runs one hand through the strands of your hair while the other fumbles for his phone. his screen lights up brightly before he adjusts it, glancing down at your sleeping form to make sure it hasn’t woken you. But he finds you too cute to look away yet, so he presses gentle kisses to your skin in hopes it would satisfy the urge to hold you closer than humanly possible.

he then opens instagram and unblocks neo.

a/n: [picture for reference only, insert yourself!] acts of service final boss. this was rotting in my drafts

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yay-a-fifth-one · 1 month ago

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“toji!”

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“toji fucking fushiguro if you don’t get your ass in here right now i promise i will sick this thing on you!”

toji grumbles and goes downstairs, only to find you cowering in the corner of your living room—a shoe in one hand, wad of paper towels in the other.

“what’s the problem?”

“that! that thing!” you scream, pointing a finger at the opposite corner of the room.

toji just stares at you, underwhelmed—but he sees the tears running down your face and the way your chest heaves. you’re spooked, genuinely—if he didn’t know any better he’d think there was an intruder.

“alright, calm down, baby,” he tries to settle you down, gaze going over to where your finger is pointed.

across from you is some bug, mindlessly throwing itself into the wall. it’s big, he’ll give you that—but doesn’t seem to be causing actual harm to anything. and just as he thinks it’s harmless, it zips to the other side of the living area, hurdling straight towards you. you shriek, running over to your husband to hide behind him.

he almost laughs, a grin coming onto his face from seeing you so scared over nothing—it’s sweet, honestly.

“it’s not funny toji, please, i opened the door and it flew in and it won’t stop!” you’re crying out, tears still streaming down your face because the bug tried to attack you. did he not see that?!

“okay, okay,” he sighs, eyes following the bug as it flies everywhere.

toji takes his slipper off his foot, laser-focused on the bug—and when it flies towards him—

wham!

he knocks the bug down to the floor, leaving it twitching and it’s wings fluttering. toji kneels down to inspect it—yeah, you had the right to be scared. this thing is weird looking, to say the least—but he disposes of it outside without a word.

“thank you,” you mutter, pressing yourself into toji’s chest and hugging around his waist. you wipe your eyes on his shirt and sniffle, controlling your exasperated breathing.

“you’re fine, baby,” he coos, running a big hand over the back of your head.

your savior.

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yay-a-fifth-one · 1 month ago

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Gojo Satoru doesn't handle the silent treatment well.

If you ever decided to give Gojo Satoru the silent treatment — be it over a misunderstanding, an argument, or even a fleeting spark of jealousy—you’d quickly realize you may have underestimated just how relentless he could be.

He’d be on you like a curse on cursed energy. Clingy? You thought he was clingy before? No, now he wouldn't let you out of his sight for even a second. Bathroom breaks? Forget peace. A note would slide under the door within two minutes — starting off with a ridiculously detailed doodle of a penis (complete with shading), followed by a little face beside it: “:3”.

Then came in the scribbled apologies:

“Forgive me baby.”

“We’re too pretty to fight like this.”

“Silence hurts me more than your worst words, babe :(”

You tried — really tried — to stay mad. But it was hard when every note got more ridiculous. You found yourself smiling at the crude drawing. You muffled a laugh into a towel.

And though sometimes you sat pretending to read on the couch in order to ignore his presence, your eyes had skimmed the same sentence on that page fifteen times now.

He wasn't giving up. Not Gojo Satoru.

When notes and apologies didn’t work, he escalated. You’d be cooking and suddenly he’d snake his arms around you, pick you up effortlessly, and bury his face in your neck.

“Baby,” he’d whisper, voice low and teasing, “say something. Even a cuss word. I’ll take it.”

Later in the relationship, you got better at resisting. So he got sillier, more persistent. One day you came home to him dressed in an absolutely ridiculous frilly pink dress, poorly applied eyeliner smudged around his eyes.

“Rate my look outta ten, babe.” he'd say with that ridiculous grin all over his face.

But even you had your breaking point. Your ultimate weakness.

And Gojo? Oh, he knew it.

Like now — you were trying so hard not to give in, standing there with your arms crossed and your mouth a thin, stubborn line. He slipped behind you silently, like the phantom menace he is, and nuzzled his face into your neck. His cologne — soft, clean, expensive and most importantly your favourite, would fill your senses.

His breath tickled your ear.

“I love you,” he whispered, voice gentle this time.

And that was it. The silent treatment died a silent death.

You smiled, helplessly, hopelessly in love.

mlist. -> here

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yay-a-fifth-one · 1 month ago

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that should be me

one of your friends pretends to be your boyfriend for a social media post, how do the boys react? (pre-relationship) | requested

characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna

warnings: none

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yay-a-fifth-one · 1 month ago

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oops, wrong number!

someone wouldn’t leave you alone until you gave them your number, so you gave them his instead

characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna + special guests yuji and megumi

warnings: men being annoying, sukuna's is a bit suggestive, passive aggressive bullying

a/n: this is from their pov (duh), hopefully you can tell who is who (they're in order)

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yay-a-fifth-one · 1 month ago

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mr sandman

at least one of you slept through the night, right?

characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna

warnings: suggestive in geto's

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yay-a-fifth-one · 1 month ago

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read it and weep!

telling the jjk men that they need to read ‘the little bean!’! | requested

minors and ageless blogs DNI!!

characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna

warnings: NSFW, dirty talk

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yay-a-fifth-one · 1 month ago

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nailed it!

you’re injured and the boys take over your manicure duties! | requested

minors and ageless blogs DNI!!

characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna

warnings: slightly nsfw in some, violence in sukuna’s

tags: @fictionalhubbydreamer

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yay-a-fifth-one · 1 month ago

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screw him!

you encounter your ex :/ (early relationship) | requested

characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna

warnings: some are heavier than others, allusions to past abuse and suicide, harassment, stalking, violence

a/n: reworked the request a little so it would fit more as a smau, hopefully it’s still okay!

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yay-a-fifth-one · 2 months ago

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cw: afab, mentions of smut, suggestive & explicit language (mdni)

body piercer!suguru who's your boyfriend & tonight, you're the one getting your nipples pierced🍒

After hours, no music. The studio's quiet now, stripped down after the neon sign outside's been flicked off, the last client long gone– some botoxed bimbo who wouldn't stop clawing at your boyfriend even until payment. Suguru remained professional with his usual smile -silk over steel-, but any more of the bitch's fake lashes flapping and you're certain you would've jumped at her from behind the counter.

Now, beyond, in the back room where dusk hangs stale, you’re sat where the clients usually lie, reclined half-nervous on that vinyl-padded table. Legs swinging a little, toes brushing against the edge of the stool.

Suguru's busy washing his hands, dark hair tied up and curling loose at the nape of his neck. He turns back fully, back latex snapping against his wrists.

"You’re sure?" He asks, because.

"I said I was," you huff, pulling the hem of your top in a nervous twist. "And you said it wouldn’t hurt that much."

Suguru snorts, reaching for a fresh tray of sterilized instruments. "I said it wouldn’t kill you. That’s different." He turns, eyes dark, soft as wet ink. "I know what I'm doing. You trust me, don't ya?"

He’s always calm when he’s working— methodical.

You swallow. You do, so you nod.

"Okay." He instructs simply. "Top off. Lay down, arms by your side."

You hesitate only for a beat. Stripping without flourish, tits catching the low light, and you lie back, skin prickling with the air-conditioned chill. Suguru moves closer. His head dips forward, studying the soft of your skin, the flush that spreads over the curve of your breast. He adjusts the light overhead, fingers brushing your ribs to angle you. They’re warm, steady. Familiar.

You flinch when he swabs you down, even though it’s gentle. Cool antiseptic against warm buds.

"Straight bar or curved?"

"Whichever you think," you murmur. You trust him with this. With everything.

He nods once and preps the needle. Hollow, sharp, sterile. You shut your eyes.

"Take a deep breath." A command and a comfort. You inhale.

The needle pierces through, and you exhale through clenched teeth, but your hands stay flat on the table. It's done fast. He’s already soothing the skin, moving so carefully it makes your head spin. You’re trembling just a little, more from adrenaline than pain.

He slips the jewellery through with practiced grace. With that, one glint of silver where skin once ruled.

"You’re doing perfect," he says, softer now.

Your lashes flutter, "Feels like I’m on fire."

"Good fire."

There's the raw, tingling ache gnawing at your chest. You hear the second set-up a fw feet away. Then, casual— or trying to be:

"Hey," you call, voice thinner than you'd like. Your fingers curl into your palm. "You ever done this for other girls?"

Suguru pauses, glances over his shoulder. "You mean… nipples?"

"Nips. Vajays. Whatever’s under the towel." You dont smile nor blink. Simply hold his gaze, "I mean– you’ve done all that before, right?"

He returns, glides back with the chiar to you, "Yea. Some guys too. Comes with the job."

You hum once, you knew that. But knowing and feeling are two different beasts. "So, like... you seen a lot of girls naked."

"I don’t see girls naked," he retorts plainly. "I see body parts. Areas. I see placement, tension, veins I try to avoid."

The clamp tightens on your nipple. "It's not... like this."

"But it's intimate."

He shrugs, though not carelessly. “In a way, maybe." His fingers tighten the clamp a final time, the pressure on your nipple almost agonizing. "This, though..."

"This is different."

Your breath hitches as the needle in his hand nears your left tit, “W-what makes this different?”

"You’re mine." The needle glides smoothly into your nipple, a quick, practised motion. You wince and he takes the chance to look at you properly, "You. I see you, not just any another. Other girls: clients, it’s my job. I pierce, I explain aftercare, they pay, leave. I don’t recall their perfume. Dont memorize the way they breathe through the needle. I don’t see them in my bed afterwards."

You’re already breathless, but he keeps going— cruelly calm.

"I don't kiss them. Don’t touch their hair or call 'em pretty. I don't think of how good they'd sound like you'd moan for me when I fuck you,” He squeezes the flesh of your mound. “Dont wanna take them home and put my face between their legs just to make them forget the sting.”

“That’s you,” he says. “Only you.”

"This, this," he repeats, and he doesn’t laugh but you feel the sound anyway, "Is more personal."

It's old news, but you're laid bare —literally and mentally— and his words hit deeper than the piercing ever could.

"S-so what? You don't–... get off on... big tits? Or women's pussies?"

Suguru's pretty when he frowns, "The only pair of tits and pussy I care about is yours, dumbass."

You shiver, full-body.

With both piercings done now, his eyes track your every move as you ease your elbows first on the table, studying you, his gaze lingering on your chest with a hint of familiarity mixed with something else. His hand comes up to rest and squeeze at your thigh, "How do they feel?"

The table crinkles under you, cool against your bare back. The sting from the fresh metal makes you wince; its quite unpleasant, to be fair.

"Strange? Weird... but like– good weird. My boobs are throbbing tho."

He huffs in amusement, bringing your hand to his lips, "Mm-hm, that's normal. You did good."

Suguru cleans gently around the new piercings; afterwards the echo of the metal trays & the roll of his chair is prominent once again. "You’ll feel pressure for a few days," he says, stepping back to strip off his gloves. "Tenderness is normal. So is sensitivity."

Your eyes follow him going to wipe down his tools at the table, fingers already stained faintly with disinfectant.

You're staring at the silver flicker dangling from his ears. Up the loosely tied bun. Down to the expanse of his rippled back underneath the dark top. Heart caught between your ribs & something less stable.

Suguru always works with a clinical precision. Even now, with the room dim and the city long past golden hour, he moves like it’s just another Tuesday, just another piece of skin, another body.

But it’s yours. And he’s your boyfriend. So it’s different.

The studio feels colder by the night now. Or maybe more real. It warms your insides.

Enough to reel out another bait.

"Then..." You pull your top back halfway up your arms, "have you ever had like, a hard-on while doing it?"

You watch him tilt his head up and sigh, more out of disbelief than annoyance, "For fuck's... are you serious?"

"Sugu', c'mon~"

"—Only once."

"Tonight?"

He doesn't bother to answer.