#geto x fem!reader

[actuallysaiyan]

I'll Do Anything(JJK virginity loss headcanons)

warnings: virginity loss, unprotected sex, use of condoms(Nanami), mentions of cunnilingus/fem!oral sex, dub con(Sukuna), forced sex(Sukuna), dark themes(Sukuna) word count: 1.7k pairings: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader, Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader, Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader, Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader a/n: I'm so close to finishing up season one of JJK, so I just had to write more content! I hope you all enjoy!! Smut under the cut!

“Pretty baby,” he coos softly as he slots himself between your thighs. “You sure you’re ready? I’m really big.”

You can barely make out what he’s saying. He’s been between your thighs for what seemed like hours. You knew it was to make you more comfortable with losing your virginity to him, but part of you wonders if he takes pleasure in lapping at your cunt.

“Sweetie, I need your consent.” Gojo reminds you, and you lick your lips. You look up at him, and those gorgeous eyes of his just pull you into a trance.

“Ready for you, Gojo. ‘Promise ‘m ready for you,”

He smiles, “That’s my good girl.”

Slowly, he lets his cockhead prod your tight hole. You’re just dripping all over his swollen, red cockhead. It excites him to no end that you’re going to let him be your first. In his mind, there’s no bigger stroke to his ego to have you cumming on his cock and knowing pleasure simply from him taking your virginity.

As he pushes more of himself into you, you swear you can feel your muscles beginning to give out. It’s all too much for you. Your eyes screw shut as the thick cock slides into you inch by inch. You’re panting as it reaches further into you. You didn’t know it would be this good. 

“Oh, baby,” Gojo says, his tone teasing. “You really are taking my cock so well.”

The words, you swear you hear them, but your brain is already so mush from all this lust that you aren’t sure he’s speaking the same language as you. It doesn’t take much for him to push the rest of his cock into you, and the moment it brushes against your cervix, you shudder.

“Gojo, I—” you whine. Your walls are contracting around him, making him grunt. 

Your whole body shudders and shakes as you feel all this pleasure come over you. You’ve never experienced an orgasm quite like this. It’s so much better than touching yourself or trying to make yourself cum with a vibrator. White hot pleasure is just coursing through you, making you whine and whimper.

Once you’ve come down from your high, you look up at him. He blinks; those beautiful orbs so full of wonder but you can see mischief in this look as well.

“Huh,” Gojo ponders aloud. “You just came, didn’t you?”

Your cheeks burn, “Gojo…”

He leans in to kiss you, “No need to be embarrassed. There’s more to come, sweetheart.”

He thinks you look so beautiful like this, all sprawled out on the bed. But there’s this part of him that just wants to tease you for being so fucked out already. He hasn’t even entered you, and you’re moaning just like a bitch in heat. It’s honestly one of the most flattering things to him, and yet he’s trying not to let it get to his head too much.

“Such a naughty baby,” He murmurs as he presses sloppy kisses up your body.

His lips capture yours as he slots himself between your thighs. You don’t even have much time to react before he’s pushing his thick cock into you. Tears sting your eyes at the sensation of being stretched out like this. You push on his stomach, pleading for him to take it a little slower than he is.

“Come on,” he goads. “You can take it,”

You’re panting now, and the pleasure mixes in with the pain of being stretched out like this. You want to look down to make sure he’s not actually splitting you in half with his cock. But his forefinger and thumb capture your chin to make you look into his eyes. If he could have this moment ingrained in his memory forever, he would choose to do so. You look so precious to be losing your virginity just like this. It’s exactly how Geto wanted it.

“You can take it all, baby. I know you can.”

You whimper as he pushes even deeper into you. Your eyes cross as the pleasure keeps building inside of you. Your walls are clamping down against his cock, making him grunt at the sensation of your virgin pussy trying to milk him for all he’s got. He knows he wants this to last, but he wasn’t counting on it feeling this good. 

“Look at you,” Geto chuckles darkly. “You’re a natural slut,”

You whine, “Please,”

He laughs again, loving the effect this has on you. Who would've thought all he needed to tame your brattiness was just some cock? You were clearly so pent up, and now all he had to do was fuck you until you’re brattiness just disappeared. 

“Please what?” He asks, his tone mocking.

“More, please.”

And with those words, Geto positions himself on his knees for a little more stability. With his hands on your hips, he begins pounding you into the mattress.

He can’t help but feel enamored by the sweet sight of you on his bed like this. He can’t remember the last time he felt this aroused. When you asked him to be your first, he was touched. Nanami knew he had to make this a moment that you’ll never forget.

And he prepared for the night too. He took you out on a romantic date, bought some condoms and lube, and he made his bed extra comfortable for the two of you. By the time he has you back to his apartment, you’re already feeling pretty affectionate for the man. He was just so special to you, and you knew he’d treat you right.

You look up at him, smiling that sweet smile of yours. Everything that you do in this moment, it goes straight to his cock. Nanami reaches down to adjust himself in his underwear, then he turns his attention back to you.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” He asks, reaching over to the bedside table for the box of condoms. You smile sweetly again. “Yeah, I’m ready,” 

He leans in to kiss you, and your tongues rub together sensually. You’ve never been more sure of something in your life than this. You’ve been in love with Nanami for so long, so when you were ready to lose your virginity, you knew it would have to be him you’d want to lose it to.

He undresses himself completely, and he spreads your thighs. As much as he wants to go in raw, he knows it’s not responsible. So he takes one of the foil packets from the box and tears it open. His eyes inspect the condom, and once he deems it acceptable, he begins rolling it onto his leaking cock.

You can’t tear your eyes away from this scene. He looks so good doing something as simple as putting a condom on his cock. It’s just the idea that the lewd act is coming. He grabs the bottle of lubricant from the bedside table and he smears a little of it onto the already lubed up condom. The rest of the lube goes onto your vulva, and he spreads it all over your tight hole and your swollen clit.

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” Nanami says before pressing the tip of his cock to your hole.

A gasp falls from your lips as he begins pushing into you. It feels so good to be full like this. His eyes are scanning your features for any signs of pain, but you look so full of love right now. It really warms his heart.

“Please, don’t stop.” You whine, which earns you a sweet chuckle from Nanami. “I wasn’t planning on it,”

As soon as his cock is inside of you fully, Nanami knows that he can start thrusting slowly. He sees the love in your eyes, and he knows he made the right choice in being your first.

Sukuna absolutely loves being able to fuck virgins. But there is something extremely special about you. He’s not even sure what it is, but you’re just so adorable and sweet. He usually thinks himself better than to fall into this kind of affection, but the way you keep clinging to him makes him a little dizzy with lust.

“Oh, you are just asking for it,” Sukuna comments, and his fingers go down to your pussy once more.

You’ve been sitting on his lap for what feels like forever now, and he’s been so eager to just let you have all this pleasure. Whether it be with mouths or with his fingers, he’s happily had you cumming for hours now. You’ve made such a stain on his pants, and the smell of you is just permeating the air. You’re barely coherent now, but you want to hang on. You want more than just cumming on his fingers or on his tongues.

“You want my cock now, don’t you?” He asks, though he knows you don’t have much choice in the matter. You’ll be taking his cock whether you like it or not.

But you nod so obediently, “Yes yes yes, please!”

A delirious laughter rumbles through him. You remind him of the reason he loves virgins so much. They become so caught up in all the pleasure that they forget that they have to give away a part of themselves to him.

“That’s a good girl,” his voice is thick with a mocking tone. “I knew you’d want it.”

With one of his hands, he holds you up. The other hand begins undoing his pants quickly. He wants to be buried deep inside of you as soon as he can. His cock slaps against his abdomen as soon as he’s got it freed from the confines of his pants. You barely have time to react as he sinks you down onto the immense girth.

You scream his name as the sensations of his cock splitting you in two hit you. It’s all so intense at once. Sukuna smirks as he watches you squirm and wiggle, almost trying to get off of his cock. But he keeps his hands on your hips, practically locking you onto him. Before you know it, he’s bouncing you up and down on his thick girth.

“Ganbare, ganbare,” Sukuna teases. His thumb wipes a stray tear from your cheek. “You’re doing so good for me, heheheheheh…”

He throws his head back as the pleasure of your virgin cunt overwhelms him. He’ll gladly keep you right on his cock for eternity if he chooses to do so.

#bacon.writes #jjk fanfiction #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x fem!reader #geto x you #geto x reader #geto x fem!reader #nanami x you #nanami x reader #nanami x fem!reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x fem!reader #jjk smut #gojo smut #geto smut #nanami smut #sukuna smut

[hangesbabymomma]

Could I get some uhhhhh

Headcanons for husband Geto

OFCCCC the way I was working on some LMAO

₊ ⊹💋 Husband!Geto Suguru hcs

warnings - none // pairing - geto suguru x fem!reader

summary - lil hcs for my glorious princess

husband!geto who gives you a bouquet of flowers every anniversary

husband!geto who remembers the smallest things about you (your favorite color, favorite food, what you like and dislike)

husband!geto who takes you to the mall every friday just to take you jewelry shopping (you always end up with four things of jewelry when you leave)

husband!geto who reminds you throughout the day that he loves you by giving you kisses on your neck and face at random times

husband!geto who takes pictures of you while you both are on your little dates together (he always posts them with cute captions like "spending time with my light <3")

husband!geto who you fell for first but he fell harder <333

a/n: I haven't posted in like a month mb.. been running out of ideas lately 😭hope these are good enough🙏🏽

#kori’s hcs ⊹♡ #jjk x reader #jjk hcs #x you #geto x reader #geto suguru #jjk headcanons #jjk x fem!reader #geto x female reader #geto suguru x reader #x fem!reader #geto x fem!reader

[shemaycry]

❛Can you focus on me?❜ ⸺ Geto Suguru

【⠀♱⠀】 SYNOPSIS. given you endless stressing, suguru just wants to take your mind off of anatomy just for a little while..

【⠀♱⠀】 WARNINGS. ooc suguru (it’s honestly my first time writing for him i think—) | dom! suguru | oral sex (f. receiving) | overstimulation | usage of pet names | finger fucking | etc.

【⠀♱⠀】 AUTHOR’S NOTE. short & sweet thing i randomly came up with after completely anatomy assignments <3. as usual please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes.

The screen was a blinding white, the naked body of a typical white man drawn upon it; little white boxes hanging off and labeling each body part. A few were filled in, whilst others remained blank. You’ve been stuck studying this for about an hour— worrying over body parts, functions, and much more.

Despite how challenging this current task was, you loved anatomy. A body part wasn’t always as simple as an arm or leg, this class helping you see deeper then that. It was interesting; all the different names for a single limb.

However, it didn’t matter how much you enjoyed the class if you were currently stumped. Your notes simply weren’t helping like they should, and you refused to use the internet. There was no learning from that.

Continuously you would slide back from the desk you were seated infront of, using a finger to point out the body parts you knew for certain. The accurate names escaped your lips in a soft mantra, eyebrows knitting close together whenever you stumbled or forgot a word. The frustration was growing, a telltale sign you should leave this assignment for now.

But, you were stubborn. And very intuitive; if you stepped away now, there was a chance you wouldn’t come back to the assignment.

A sigh of escaped your lips, catching the attention of the man currently laying amongst your sheets. His hair was loose from his usual lazy ponytail, and eyes focused upon the tiny book resting within his hand. Though, the gaze did. switch over to you in a second.

“You should step away for a moment, [Name].” Geto spoke. Your studying antics weren’t a surprise nor out of the norm; your mind simply believed cramming it in a single session was the most affective method. While he couldn’t exactly agree, you were a great student so the man couldn’t totally find fault. Still, hearing your unhappy sighs whenever you didn’t understand material was enough for him.

At his words your head lifted, turning your swivel chair to glance at his direction. That was tempting, both the suggestion and him; laying across your sheets in nothing more then sweatpants with the waistband of his boxers poking out. But, you refused— head shaking to effectively rid any second guessing out of your mind. “If I do that, I’ll never get done.”

The corner of his lip rose in a small smile, hand falling to allow his paperback to rest on his lap. “Maybe.. but you’re burning yourself out.” A worried tone hugged his words, eyes dipping across your form. Again, it was common for Suguru to urge you to take a minute. Just a single minute away from the stressful task.

And most times, you refused.

“I’m almost done anyway, Sugu. I promise.” You weren't completely lying. The diagram you were currently labeling was the second to last question, which made this so much more aggravating. You were right there, you simply needed the final push.

Suguru stared at your back for a moment, unmoving and searching for the solution to your stubbornness. Most times he could never find one, given it’s a trait that has seeped into odd aspects of your life— and relationship. He found it endearing at times, cute at others. But downright irritating at most. Especially when your stubbornness came at your own expense.

A soft breath escaped from his lips, pushing his forgotten book to the side before swinging his legs over the bed. With a single rise, and two long strides around the furniture he was approaching you; coming right at your side.

Noticing him, your hand quickly moved to grip the top of your laptop. Suguru was notorious for grabbing it off your desk or even closing it after assuring your work was saved. Such antics you were used to, and couldn't afford to happen.

But, it seemed his focus was elsewhere completely. Suguru’s hands rose and found your armrests, gripping them tightly. He switched your chair away from the desk, hovering above you. “Take a break.” His sweet voice urged again, lowering to allow your foreheads to brush against one another.

You glanced up at your lover, feeling your eyes flutter the moment his lips ghosted your warm skin. You always wondered if Suguru practiced magic in his past time, given how easily you could fall under his spell. His touches, gaze, and cool breath rolling against your skin. You were leaning into the man as his lips lowered to the side of your neck, nibbling against the skin gently.

Tempting.. tempting, it all was. You nearly shot up from the chair in desperation. But, your work came first. A steadfast commitment you had to keep.

Your hands rose against his chest, gently pushing him away from your neck. “Suguru..” You murmured softly, fighting yourself on this decision.

He was sighing even softer at his point, hands sliding from the chair and down to your thighs; uncovered given the nightshirt you wore. “You’re gonna burn out,” Suguru spoke, lowering before you until his knees hit the floor. Your eyes widened as they followed his movements, lips parting as his grip on your thighs tightened.

“— get upset, tired, and become unable to focus on anything.” His words were true, quick observations and results he’s took in since the beginning of your relationship. Suguru’s hands lifted your thighs, pushing you back in your chair until it bumped against the wall. With this leverage he was raising you even higher until your covered cunt was flashing him, the thin fabric of your pajamas pushed up to your waist.

“Suguru, yo—“ The words were caught in your throat the moment his lips traced the inside of your leg, a shiver running through your body all the way down to your toes. You felt him laying your legs on his broad shoulders, leaving you wide to accommodate his large size.

Suguru’s fingers then rose, delicately gliding across your panties before pulling them to the side— allowing them to stay caught on the junction between your thigh. He got closer, pressing his lips against your mound gently and squeezing you close the moment you twitched.

“Just a small break, love. I want you to step back and simply focus on me.” Suguru spoke right against you, lips traveling to your slit before you could even reply. A hand slithered between the two of you, thick fingers separating your wetting folds. Eagerly, your lover’s tongue escaped his mouth to lick a bold stripe along it; the flat of it catching your swelling bud.

You gasped at the feeling, leaning back into the chair and melting within moments. Here you were again, succumbing so easily to his spell— this pleasure. His tongue had only just started gliding across you and you were already keening; thighs twitching with each swipe across your hardening clit. Every pass you were getting wetter and wetter, arousal growing in large waves.

Your breathing was getting heavier, head lighter, and your mind emptier as Suguru continued. What’s more, the moment his lips wrapped around your clit— your thighs were squeezing his head, his name falling from your lips in a heavy cry. He moaned against you, soft mmms vibrating against your pussy as he devoured you entirely.

Releasing your clit, his tongue went flat against you; circling your heat. A mixture of the man’s saliva and your arousal dribbled down from between your thighs and to your taint, surely staining the leather seat under you. Your stomach was clenching, hands abandoning your shirt to instead curl your fingers through his hair.

Little tears were forming in your eyes, slamming them shut as the pleasure consumed your body. You were shaking, a bubbling storm ready to burst within minutes. It felt as if Suguru had only just started to toy with you, and yet you were so close already.

“Fu—fuck, fuck..hm—!” You gasped out, fingers tightening on his hair, pushing your pussy right into his face. This alone caused his hands to fall under your ass, assisting you in rising your hips even higher.

Suguru always loved this part of it all; the desperation. There were times you were so shy and reserved whenever his mouth was on you— as if scared to express yourself. But that’s exactly what he wanted, for you let go. Every twitch, moan, gasp, and more; Suguru would stay here for hours until he got every single one.

A prize that wasn’t only for you.

His hand slipped between your thighs again, pushing two thick’s fingers inside your wet entrance. Not even a second passed and he was curling them, pushing against the spongy spot within you just to feel you shake even more.

“Suguu.. fuck—!”

A breathy chuckle fanned right against you, his messy lips rising into a sweet smile. “Oh, look at that.. making such a mess for me.” Suguru breathed right into your pussy, fingers plunging in and out of you at the perfect angle.

Your hips were rising to meet the thrusts, clit throbbing as your hands trembled. Cries of pleasure escaped your lips freely, pornographic sounds that had his cock straining against his sweats.

“Not a single thought in that pretty little head, huh?” Suguru’s eyes dipped across your form, lidded and filled with lust. It was no secret he was proud of himself at the moment, fully stealing your attention away from the silly assignment. The smirk on his face even deepened the moment he noticed your computer screen had gone black.

“That’s it sweet girl, release it all for me. Let it out..”

His thumb rose to rub tight circles upon your bud, coaxing you with a come hither movement within your wet entrance. Your walls pulsed around the digits, thighs closing around his arm as the pleasure began to peak. Suguru’s eyes were focused completely on you, savoring the woman before him that twitched so uncontrollably.

Your head knocked back against chair, crying out as the pleasure surged through you— releasing all over his fingers. Which didn’t stop, continuing to fuck into you until harsh, overstimulated whines were escaping you.

“Fu—fuck, Suguru— I get it, I..” You cried out as little tears lol spilled from your eyes, trickling down your hot cheeks. Despite your protests and trembles his movements never stopped, continuing to curl his fingers to allow his finger pads to grind against that special spot

“Mm.. don’t think you do. Anatomy still on your mind, sweetheart— huh?” He was torturing you now, fingerfucking you with no concern for your well-being. Despite your weak cries and trembles, he fully expected a reply; shown in Suguru’s raised eyebrow and rising to be face to face.

“It is, isn’t it?”

You quickly shook your head, arousal pooling with each thrust; making a sticky mess between your thighs and the chair. Your walls were clenching around his fingers harshly, chest raising and lowering at such an intense pace it was nearly concerning. The burning yet pleasurable sensation of your orgasm was licking at the pit of your stomach, threatening to explode at any second.

Suguru leaned down, using his free hand to grab your throat and move you closer to him. His thumb rose to press against your cheek, planting his lips against your own in a deep kiss. He swallowed the sweet mantra of his name you bellowed, feeling your thighs shake before your hips rose for the last time.

Your release was dripping by now, coating his fingers. Unlike before Suguru withdrew his digits, allowing you to finally breathe.

The kiss broke apart shortly after, a single string of saliva connecting your lips. You leaned into the man, panting softly as you felt his hands fall to your hips.

“When’s your assignment due, love?”

“Tomorrow night.”

Suguru chuckled softly to himself, rising you up from the chair and moving towards the bed.

“You can pick it back up tomorrow morning.”

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[wito-chan-bla-bla]

The first time

Your best friends are offering you a deal that you... can't refuse?

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I can't write smut, so… yes… But I just wanted to write something like that, ah!..

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Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who suggest that you lose your virginity with them because "it's better with us than with an incomprehensible stranger in an alley."

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who pretend to be so confident and experienced that you start to believe they've already had sex. You agree, because they promise you a huge amount of pleasure and tenderness. "We promise, we will be affectionate and kind to you! Just let us give you ~l~o~v~e~."

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who have loved you for many years and even got into a fight over it once. They heard that you liked some guy, and they almost went crazy. You shared your first kiss with them, why not share your first time with them?

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who bring condoms and lube to your bedroom with them. (Just in case. They are going to give you so much fun that no additional measures will be needed). You look at the size on the package with doubt. "Do you know that 'L' means 'large'?" They both just stick their tongues out and wink at you, which you can only swallow at.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who are confused and can't look at you once you are completely undressed. You think they're experienced, so you're no longer embarrassed or afraid, as you did once you entered your bedroom. You stand naked in front of them, your chest sticking out, waiting for them to take action.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who just can't budge. They always thought you were cute and pretty, but now? You are a goddess. They are not sure that they are ready to "desecrate" your body.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who are about to leave because they feel ashamed of their own actions, but then you go over and kiss Suguru on the lips and start removing Satoru's clothes. They both freeze in shock before succumbing closer to you, to your warm skin and the gentle touch they've always dreamed of.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who become hard just from the fact that you lightly touched their cocks. Both of them have been dreaming about this for so long that they can now cum from any of your touch.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who don't let you please them. (And not only for the reasons described above). "This is your special day, baby." Satoru winks at you, trying to hide his own awkwardness, and Suguru silently buries his face in your neck, leaving a fleeting kiss.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who put you on the bed and freeze for a few seconds. They either admire your body or try to figure out what to do with you next. They are afraid that they will hurt you. Still, Suguru musters up his resolve and leaves fleeting kisses on your neck before slowly moving down to your chest. Satoru prefers to immediately lower his hand to feel your soft flesh and hardened nipple.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who are ready to thank any people or non-humans for being in this situation. They worship your body, ask if everything is okay, kiss you, and make you think you're going to have sex with your boyfriend.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who spend so much time covering your neck with kisses and little possessive marks, gently nibbling your shoulders, complimenting your breasts, and finally playing with your nipples. Fingers slide between them, gently, slowly twisting and squeezing. The sorcerers just can't help but kiss them. But what about the taste? Satoru's teeth only cause a little pain when he nibbles on your nipples and slightly wrinkles his nose to hide his happiness. Suguru focuses on sucking on your nipples as if his life depends on it, his right hand pressing against your cheek and supporting your head so that you can lie down more comfortably.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who aren't quite sure what to do with the bottom of your body. You have to patiently explain what the labia, clitoris, and vagina are, and what to do with them all. Fortunately, boys learn quickly, so you'll soon be lying on your back again, enjoying a treat you never imagined.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who are even now trying to fight for you. You have to shush them to stop them from breathing on your pussy and arguing, and they've already done something. In the end, Satoru leans in first and presses a careful kiss to your clit before licking the long way from the bottom of your labia to there. Suguru can only swallow his saliva and bend down to kiss your stomach and mumble that he just can't wait for his turn.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who still find a common language and come to a compromise. Satorus tongue is deep within you, exploring everything slowly and thoroughly. Blue eyes watch your every reaction, so as not to miss the moment when you will be particularly pleased. Satoru may forget mission tasks, but he will never forget where to press his fingers or tongue to make you moan. His big hands rest on your hips, preventing you from closing your legs even a little. Meanwhile, Suguru finds pleasure in sucking and licking your clit, his lips and tongue never leaving it. His dark eyes are also focused on your face, and he wouldn't be able to look away from you even if a gun was held to his forehead. The fingers of his left hand sometimes find themselves deep inside you, exploring everything along with Satoru`s tongue. His other hand plays with your left nipple. You can't refuse him when he gently and quietly asks you to touch another breast that has not received attention.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who almost earn a squint when you cum. They don't know where to look! On your face, on that shock in your eyes, when almost all your most intimate areas are aroused at the same time and so well? Or at your thighs twitching in Satoru's iron grip, the muscles clenching around his fingers, the clit that Suguru continues to cover with kisses? It's all so beautiful that they would love to take lots of photos and record videos, if only it weren't for the fact that they want you to be completely comfortable and trust them!

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who unwittingly overstimulate you because they are too interested. They want to know everything about you. They already know your birthday, favorite color, your favorite character from a video game, TV series, and anime, the name of your favorite toy, your favorite food, and much, much more. So what's the problem with finding out what they need to do with your beautiful body to make you cum so hard that the stars will appear in front of your eyes?

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who change to feel you fully. They whisper to each other how wonderful you taste, how wonderful you smell, how hard you squeeze on their fingers or tongue. They say you're a nice, sweet girl who does a great job with everything they give her. They murmur that one day they will make you their own, and you will bathe in love, pleasure and tenderness every day. These words aren't exactly meant for you, but you still get confused and try to hide from them. The sorcerers don't notice it at all, because they're too busy looking at the clear liquid that's all over your thighs.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who are ready to go completely naked to fight and find out who will take your virginity. You have to stop them and tell them that it will be Suguru, because Satoru is literally shaking with anticipation and you are afraid that he will accidentally hurt you. And while Satoru tries to convince you that he will be gentle and careful with you, Suguru unpacks a fresh pack of condoms.

Best friend!Geto, who intertwines his fingers with your right hand, with the other he holds your left thigh, his cock is about to enter you. Suguru feels his heart beating fast somewhere at the level of his temples, he can't catch his breath, his heart is about to stop from happiness. He carefully moves his hips forward and watches in horror as you grimace. He wants to come out and apologize to you, but calms down and continues to push when you say that you are just a little unpleasant and unusual, but definitely not in pain.

Best friend!Gojo, who lies next to your side and holds your other hand, watching enviously as his friend's cock disappears into the place he's been dreaming of for months. However, Satoru can't complain because he's too busy massaging your clit with his left hand and whispering in your ear that everything will be fine. He showers you with sweet compliments and tells you that soon you will feel so much pleasure that you will forget about the pain. You've already cum as many times as you've never cum in a single week of your life, so you're not sure whether to be happy or tense.

Best friend!Geto, who freezes as soon as his cock is fully inside you. He leans down and covers your cheeks with kisses, gently wipes away the traces of tears (left over and just appeared), asks if you are feeling well. He kisses you as many times as he can before you tell him, during a brief pause, that he can move.

Best friend!Gojo, who watches all this with envy, but doesn't interfere. He refuses when you offer to touch his penis. He wants so much to be inside you, to experience warmth and comfort! Satoru continues to touch your clit, hold your hand, but now his mouth has found its home on your left breast.

Best friend!Geto, who is very embarrassed when he suddenly cums. It seems to him that he did not give you any pleasure at all! His hands tighten on your hip and press your hand into the mattress. Suguru opens his mouth and can only groan loudly, feeling waves of pleasure wash over him. He lands gently on your chest and exhales loudly, his cheeks and neck red, and his eyes can't see anything because of happy tears.

Best friend!Gojo, who gently pushes Suguru in the side because it's his turn. He puts on a condom and enters you easier and easier, there is no stiffness and an invisible barrier in the form of your uncertainty or discomfort. Satoru curses it and adores it at the same time. He can move his hips faster, push you harder and harder, but the problem is that he was rubbing against your side, watching Suguru fuck you, so now he can cum even faster than his friend!

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who lie down next to your sweaty, overexcited body and whisper that you did a great job. You want to go to sleep, but suddenly you feel their cocks getting hard again. You still offer to "lend a helping hand", but your friends refuse. They come up and tell you that they haven't satisfied you enough, so they'll have sex with you over and over and over again until they think you've had enough fun and cum enough times! After all, they are the strongest, so nothing is impossible for them!

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who kiss you with all the tenderness and love that they have been hiding all this time. You're almost asleep when they whisper in your ear how much they love you.

Boyfriends!Gojo and Geto, who would like to kneel in front of you forever and call you "goddess" if only you would show them these cute faces showing how much you enjoy their touches, praises and words of love.

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[romiyaro]

ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʙʏɢɪʀʟ - 1

ᴛᴡ: ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ᴍ!ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜʜ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ?

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ Qᴜɪʀᴋɪʟʏ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴀʙʏɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ<3

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✼ GOJO SATORU

YOU WERE ATOP him, riding him on the soft bed in the bedroom dimly lit by candles. Satoru’s pretty moans mingled with yours, creating a blissful harmony of love.

You look at him beneath you, face beet red as he tries hard to hold himself from cumming too early.

‘Satoru…’, His eyes flit to yours at your light whimper of his name. And as you bounce harder on his cock he moans louder. ‘Baby it– it feels too good. You– I might cum–’

He need not have worried about that because, with how pretty he looks right now, you would give him anything and everything he asked for.

‘Then cum for me, princess.’ It came to your lips so naturally that you both were startled by the nickname. But, to your surprise, Satoru moaned even louder, cock throbbing in your pussy as his grip on your waist tightened into a bruising grip. He sits up suddenly, holding you closer to himself.

‘Say that again,’ he begs, face buried embarrassedly into your chest. ‘Please…’ he begs and you smile, giving him what he wants. ‘Cum for me princess~’

He groans, rocking you back and forth on his dick. His moans are pathetic, and the way his cock is swollen and his excitement apparent at the nickname, is all the more pathetic. And you love it.

There’s no denying it. You love Gojo Satoru. And although this side of him was an astonishing revelation, you will take it happily any day. It’s Gojo Satoru after all.

And when he cums inside you, you both groan at the white hot blinding pleasure.

‘There, there, princess.’ You tease once you both have calmed down. His pouty face looks up at you from your chest. ‘Not a word about this outside.’ He grumbles.

You chuckle, ‘As you wish, princess,’ you wink. He whines, but there’s no denying the pink tinting his cheeks.

✼ GETO SUGURU

YOU WERE TAKING it slow today. Suguru had, for once, let you go down on him. He usually liked to do all the work himself, being the service dom that he was.

And the view from down here was so pretty you swore you could spend a lifetime here without getting bored. Suguru’s adams apple bobbed, sweat rolling deliciously down his exposed throat as he threw is ead back from the pleasure.

Suguru always felt out of his element when you were the one servicing him. This is not right. He should be the one pleasuring you, not the other way around. And it took a lot of convincing him to finally let you go down on him.

So as your hand, so small and soft compared to his own, held his semi-hard cock like a piece of jewel, it sprang to life in a matter of seconds. Suguru was mortified by his own reaction to your simple touch.

And from the time when you finally took him into your mouth and all the way to the back of your throat, Suguru had been reduced to a moaning mess.

His fingers curled around the sheets, knuckles turning white with the pressure he was applying on them to ground him from the feeling of your throat constricting around him.

His cock was so big that you had to come up for air more than once, his grumbled whines at the sudden lack of your warmth around him not escaping your smug self.

And so wen you popped his dick out of your mouth, licking your lips as your palm stroke his cock, you can’t help but exclaim, ‘You taste so fucing good, babygirl.’

Suguru’s head snaps back, eyebrows raised as they appraise you. ‘Come again, sweetheart?’ He sure must have mistaken; there was no way in hell you just called him babygirl. You hum, all of you focused on his pretty leaking cock and missing out on the menacing expression on his face. ‘You are fucking delicious, babygirl.’ You say and nonchalantly shove his dick back into your mouth.

His fingers that were previously wrenching with the sheets slowly come to your hair. He was afraid he would hurt you by pulling too har on your hair. But something in that nickname prrovoked him to drop the formalities. Entangling with your hair, he pushes your head down hard, bottoming out as your nose rubs at his well-groomed pubes. You moan, feeling him in the back of your throat. And thevibrations send currents of pleasure to Suguru’s spine.

He growls amidst groans, ‘You are so brave, mommy. Taking all of me so well. Ahh–’ he lets you up, giving you a moment of reprieve before slamming your head back down, starting a vicious rhythm as he uses you like a cocksleeve, groaning and grunting as both his hands land on the back of your head, fucking into your mouth with all the strength he can muster against you. He feels himself close to cumming and shoves your face back down.

Keeping you there as he shoots his thick load of white hot cum into the back of your throat. He breathes heavily, fingers falling slack off your head as you sit up, gasping and swallowing. Suguru looks at y our disheveled form, lazily smirking, ‘Damn, mommy. We should do this more often.’ His voice has a lilting tone to it, teasing you but telling you this isn’t over yet.

✼ NANAMI KENTO

THE BLOND-HAIRED man leaned over you, thrusting into you with fervor. His sharp gaze never left your face, drinking in our features as he swooped in to deliver fervent kisses to your mouth now and then. 

And with the pace of his thrusts, you can barely keep yourself together; losing all sense of sanity for the man you love. 

Kento looked fucking beautiful from this angle; the dim lights accentuated his slight sheen, making him glow; his sharp jawline clenched as he grunted above you.

You don’t keep quiet about it either. Palm cupping his cheek, between moans you let slip, ‘You– aah! You are so fucking beautiful, babygirl.’

Kento’s rhythm falters for a second, his hips coming to a staggering stop deep inside you. ‘Y/n… Did you just call me babygirl?’ He’s straightforward. And his tone is a mixture of helplessness and surprise.

‘Uhuh,’ you nod at him, squirming your hips in a silent demand to get him to move. And Nanami starts moving again, his pace this time slow and spaced out as his dick strokes every inch of your sensitive walls. 

He smiles down at your dumbfucked expression, ‘You sure do talk a lot for someone so fucked out.’ Leaning down, he presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, ‘But you never stop to amaze me,’ he’s whispering his monologue, knowing full well it’s like talking to a brick wall with the way your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, him pulling out yet another orgasm from you so nonchalantly.

As he feels himself come closer to losing himself, he buries his face in your neck, nibbling at your skin there. His hips stutter, bucking hard into you as he cums within you, painting your walls a brilliant white.

And when you both lay gasping and panting in the post-nut bliss, you call out to him in a squeaky voice, ‘Babygirl?’

‘’Sup princess?’ He smiles back at you, looking all parts the kind prince he could be to you if you just let him.

a/n: istfg writing for geto comes the easiest to me<//3

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[omitea]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀’𝐒

. ft. g. suguru x f! reader.

. content. you come home to find suguru having a tea party with his two little princesses. mention of eating. reader has a pregnant bump. pure fluff, so watch out for cavities. based on this post of mine. proofread? idk u tell me.

. note. i couldn’t detain myself okay. girl dad suguru has my heart n so will it have yours. you’re very welcome <3 and @satorisoup here u go sweets :)

if the people who could make geto suguru do anything while having them wrapped around their fingers, it would be your own two daughters. you have him wrapped around yours too— but it’s different in some ways.

he’s very protective of his little ones, not daring to be too stern or say no to them. afraid to break their fragile heart as they look him in the eyes with such hope. hoping that their father would cave into their playful little banters anyways.

which is why it’s not so uncommon anymore in the geto household to come home to a messy house. dolls scattered here and there, the tv still playing an unfinished barbie movie that you’ve watched a hundred times together. you find comfort in the domesticity of it all, wholesome how your small precious family lights your world up despite living in such a ruined world.

upon further entering your home— your ears pick up the sound of innocent giggles. purely filled with happiness and exciting squealing in between. you couldn’t help but smile at the sound.

you decided to finally approach the half closed door, quietly snorting at the heart-warming sight in front of you. your two little girls were busy preparing their dad for a royal dinner with the “king” and “queen”— referring to the two bears that sat at the table with paper crowns on their heads.

suguru had a concerning look on his face. it was funny to see a stoic looking man like him panicking from the inside. two pairs of chubby hands were working on his long hair, doing whatever they could muster up that’s suitable for them. wearing a plastic tiara. the other pair was making sure his messy makeup matched the painfully-stretched dress he was wearing.

wait…

you gasped as realization hit you, causing three heads to comically turn in your direction. “geto suguru, is that my favorite dress?” you questioned. but that wasn’t your top priority right now as your daughters ran up to you— causing you to teeter before gripping the door to steady yourself.

you greeted your girls with a few kisses on their foreheads, before pressing one on your awaiting husband’s temple. “you look stunning,” you hummed against his skin, trying to surpass the smile that was making it’s way onto your face. he could only scoff and shake his head, oblivious to the dangerous stares.

“daddy, you said you liked it!,” the older one stated. this only caused suguru to panic more as he tried his best to assure her. “i do…i do like it, sweetheart.” but his daughter was smart enough to not give in that easily.

the youngest jutted her bottom lip out as she continued to stare at her father. oh she knew what she was doing. sisters, one being four and one being seven? yeah that was a dangerous pair indeed.

suguru snaked his arm around your waist, looking up at you with pleading eyes. a way to ask for help to get out of this situation he could’ve avoided by saying no. but it wasn’t that simple. being a father simple changed his life for the best and he is extremely grateful for that fact.

“i love you a lot, suguru…,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “but i can’t help you with this one.”

his large hand found it’s way under your shirt— tracing the stretch marks on your bump softly with his finger tips. “you go eat then,” he smiled. “the torture of taking these knots out of my hair will be worth every single second.”

at that, you pinched his cheeks and let them all three know you will be in the kitchen and left. not even five seconds later, you heard the youngest yell, “mommy! daddy ripped your dress!”

the deep sigh you let out wasn’t one of exhaustion and irritation, it was more the one of amusement. because that’s how your little family was. always finding a new way to add more unexpected events in your happy life.

but just after your other little one is here, your life will finally be complete.

©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀. please refrain from stealing my works !

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[bakugoushotwife]

born sinner (part two)

pairing: crime boss!suguru geto x fem!surgeon!reader series content: blood, gore, realistic descriptions of surgery but like as accurate as someone with access to google has, angst, slow-burn, eventual smut, anxiety as a heavy theme, no curses!au, violence, guns, gang mentions and typical violence, religious imagery, etc. wc: 10.7k a/n: i hated how this part turned out but please please please remember this is from the lovely @antizenin's big beautiful brain! part one // finale

“wake up, ebi.” you hear a low rasp in your dreams, making you jolt awake in bed and look around to make sure that you were actually alone. you rake your hands over your face and glance at your old desktop clock, glowing digital numbers telling you that it’s 4:35am. goosebumps prickle over your body—likely from the cool air circulating through the window, not from sultry whisper that roused you in the first place. you groan with annoyance. your body is used to waking up around this time for morning rounds, but now you have nothing to do but toy to go back to sleep or wonder how your yakuza patient was doing. it’s been a week since your backdoor surgery—since you saved him.. somehow, you can’t shake the man from your thoughts. you tell yourself it’s because he gave you a rush you thought you’d never experience after they took your license away, but the way his dark feline eyes flash into your mind tells you it must be something different. he was handsome, that was impossible to dispute, and utterly pointless as well since you wouldn’t be seeing him again. and that shouldn’t provoke you to frown in these early morning hours. you have bigger problems now, and he’s a dangerous man. he made that clear.

you pull out your phone to do your series of checks, firstly checking to see how much money you still have locked away in savings…which is hardly enough to last three months. your house is lavish, an expense you did not spare compared to your reasonable minivan. you enjoyed your large stand-alone frame on several acres close to your busy city. you enjoyed all the expensive art and decor you’ve spent years collecting—the idea of only having three more months of that made your chest tighten with fear. you’ve fought for an education–a lifestyle that ensured you’d never feel less than again, and now you’re going to lose it all. if you get one more email about “deciding you aren’t the best fit for the job” again, you might just find the mysterious yakuza man yourself and ask him to blow your brains out to spare you the trouble and embarrassment. the only jobs that had accepted you were too low in salary, and much more expensive to your pride. you didn’t know what to do anymore. you can’t even get out of bed for hours, paralyzed with anxiety. when was the last time you took your—you sat up quickly to grab the bottle only to find it empty and due for a refill as of three days ago. the realization only makes you laugh humorlessly before you sigh heavily, hating yourself for not being able to manage this any better. 

once you finally pull yourself out of your hiding place located far beneath the covers, you drag yourself to shower. the least you can do is try to stick to a normal routine so that you can transition into another job as soon as possible. while in the shower, you can’t help but think about him again. you hope he went to another hospital to have your work checked, but since you now know his occupation, you know better than to think he would seek help. that only worries you more, hoping beyond hope that the hazardous stranger was still holding strong with the dinner-table-grafts you installed  keeping his blood vessels from leaking out. you hope that he put ointment on his road rash, you hope that he kept his hand elevated—you just hope he’s alright—and then you wonder why your mind will only let you worry about your own future and that of this random stranger who threatened to murder you. well. have you murdered.

your brain goes on autopilot—guiding you to wash your hair and body without your mind ever deriving from the man. he should not have even been moving around that early—you were going to help him recover! you could have made sure he was alright—and now all you can hope for is that he’s with friends who care for him and will make him rest. 

“you should be resting.” satoru pouts, angrily watching his best friend grunt and groan in pain as he moves to dress himself. “you shouldn’t push yourself like this.” 

“you should stop mothering. i’m fine. we have business to attend to.” he silences him with the harsh bluntness in his tone, casting a challenging look over his shoulder for good measure. his body burns with pain, beads of sweat brimmed at his hairline and his body shook on occasion, but he had refused pain medicine. he wanted to remember this agony. he wanted it to be unforgettable—every ache that panged through his body when he tried to stretch, the absolute torture that consumed him head to toe when he took too deep a breath—it motivates him. he’ll find toji and sukuna and end them both for not finishing their job. that’s why he attempts to hastily fasten each button on his white dress shirt, but his unsteady fingers keep messing him up. 

“let me mother you some more then, geez.” satoru rolls his eyes, unafraid of suguru’s snappy nature. he knows his friend is stressed and in pain—he’s honestly just grateful he’s alive, but he wants him to stay that way. he takes a few long strides to bend at the waist and button his shirt for him. suguru sighs and rolls his eyes, but relents anyway. his abdomen throbs from the struggling, so this was a nice reprieve. satoru thinks about how he’s never seen suguru accept his help so willingly. he may want to kill toji even worse than suguru does. “now say thank you mommy!” he chuckles as he threads the last button.

suguru just gives him the faintest of smiles. gojo was annoying and the biggest pain in his ass because of his joking nature, but he can’t deny that that’s why he keeps him around to begin with. besides, suguru’s pretty sure the only person that truly loves him at this point is satoru. 

“you really want to go all the way back out there?” satoru asks, pushing up his signature black sunglasses. he goes ahead and fastens the chest holster on his boss without asking—meh, he’d be shocked to be punished for it. he clicks the safety on suguru’s kimber and tucks it into the leather holster that rested across his sutures. he doesn’t miss the way suguru grimaces and closes his eyes—almost as if he’s willing off the pain. the gun feels heavy on his chest, but he nods, albeit very slowly. 

“yes. have choso bring the car.” he says, reaching for his coat. satoru rolls his eyes at his stubbornness and snatches the dark coat from him. 

“this better be worth it…whatever it is.” he huffs, helping him shrug it on before he left the room to undoubtedly fetch choso and the new s-class mercedes–more sporty and less bulky than the dearly separated bronco, but just as bulletproof. 

suguru sighed in the moment of quiet he had. he thought about you, and if this was a good decision to make considering how kind you’ve been to him. your gentle eyes and delicious home-cooked food, small trembling hands that steadied to save his life and enough nerve to offer to help him even though you knew what he is. you’ve given him a second chance. he can get his revenge and accomplish his mission all because a drunken girl found him in the alley and happened to be a heart surgeon. 

he hasn’t traveled anywhere since he’d returned to his home, falling over on the couch as soon as he’d made it past his threshold. he’s not quite sure how he even made it back. he remembers satoru and choso’s concerned anguished yelling, debating whether or not to take him to the hospital. he can hear satoru crying because he didn’t go with him–choso’s stunned disbelief over it all. he mumbled that he would be alright, that an angel had saved him, and then he passed out. the next few days were a blur of coming in and out of consciousness, the pain too much for him to bear while awake. he supposes it’s only natural for satoru to worry so much now.

the door creaks open again, revealing the said worried friend who looks him over once or twice, white brows permanently furrowed into a grimace. “car’s ready. are you?”

after the shower went cold, you crawled out of the water with a heavy sigh and pushed yourself through your hair and skin routine. it was the closest thing to normal that you had and you needed to cling to it. then you get dressed and force yourself downstairs to your kitchen—coaching yourself into making breakfast. just a simple tomato egg and rice, but enough to keep you fulfilled while you checked your emails. nothing. nothing but low-rate/too simple jobs that would have you braindead in weeks. if you couldn’t get satisfaction or the amount of money you need to survive, what was the point?

suddenly, your breakfast didn’t seem very appetizing anymore. you push your plate away and call in your refill at your pharmacy down the street, feeling a little successful once you’ve scheduled your pickup. your brain even rewards you with a brief bout of silence for once—but there’s a knock at the door that rips that away. 

you push your heavy cherry oak chair back from the matching table, bare feet pitter-pattering  over a similar material hardwood floor. your thoughts race. maybe it’s one of your friends who had abandoned you since you left the hospital coming to apologize. maybe it was that trashy ex of yours finally coming to pick up his stuff—though you’d have to let him know he was short a few articles of clothing. what you do not expect was for you open up the door to reveal the yakuza man—tall, dark, and in all his intimidating glory. his color was better, and the scrapes on his face had started to heal nicely. but he wasn’t alone, two other just as scary men stand on either side of him. they must think you’re a dangerous loose end—he did say he would kill you if he found out you lied—but you never did? you think the worst immediately, sad and pathetic little life flashing before your very eyes. 

“oh no, no—please don’t kill me! i swear i didn’t tell anyone–” 

“oh hush, we’re not here to kill you.” he rolls his eyes at your pleas before narrowing them at the sight of tears in yours. he wasn’t that heartless, you had saved his life. there was little you could do that would have him resorting to killing you, though keeping that little tidbit of information close to his chest for now was the best option. “i want you to work for me.” 

you feel the blood drain from your face. you can’t work for him! he’s a bad man, who works with bad people. you’ll be saving bad people so they can go out and do bad things–

“it’s not all that you think it is. you would be handsomely compensated and well protected by some of my best men. you would simply want for nothing that i couldn’t give you the same day.”

“no, no, i couldn’t. really, i…i’m not cut out for it.” you shake your head, eyeing the three men. the other two stare at you like they’re surprised to see you, but the yakuza man smiles down at you with amusement despite your rejection and the tremendous amount of pain he must still be in. “i–i don’t even know your name.” 

“geto suguru, and i think you’re precisely cut out for it, ebi.” he hums, looking around your large living room with what he can see over your shoulder. “i’ve done my research on you. you were a top rated cardiothoracic surgeon. you even studied neurology and general surgery for a year each before you settled on your specialty. and you just got fired for anxiety attacks, so it seems you’re in need of a new position.” he removes his hands from his pockets to bow to you, and his companions exchange a look of confusion before they do the same. “take it as a sign of my gratitude. you can name your price, and i will shield you from any trouble.” 

you bite on your lip. his offer is tempting considering the lack of success you’ve been having this week. but it’s highly illegal dirty money. you can’t give him an answer immediately, not with three pairs of eyes staring at you in wait. “i…need time to think about it.” 

“excellent.” his dark eyes glimmer as if you’ve said yes, and he nods. “i’ll give you the week. here.” he slides a card in between his fingers, name and number printed neatly on the thick stock. you look between the information and his own seemingly gentle eyes. they weren’t as cold and angry as they had been when he woke up in your home, cornered and afraid. no, now he was in complete control. he had nothing to fear—especially from a girl like you. the warmth in them urges you to reach forward and take the card, to which he nods approvingly. “i hope to hear from you soon, doctor.” he grins, sticking a cigarette between his lips. 

“you really shouldn’t smoke like that–not while recovering.” you raise a brow, shaking your disapproving head. satoru starts to shake his head. how many times has he told suguru to cut back on the cigarettes? it never works. but to his shock, suguru pulls the cancer stick from his lips and tucks it back in his coat pocket, smirking at you. 

“thank you for the medical advice. next wednesday.” he reminds, tipping his head to you again before letting his men walk in front of him towards the nice car sitting in your driveway. it looked unnatural next to your old honda—but you suppose none of this is very organic. you saved the life of a yakuza boss—not just some henchman like you had assumed—and now he wants you to come and repeat your techniques on his lackeys injured in violence.

you think about the offer on the way to get your medicine later that day, and for nearly every second for the rest of the day after that. it makes you question everything. did you have morals anymore? was money the only thing that mattered to you? living comfortably was more valuable to you than the lives that would undoubtedly be harmed if you choose to call the yakuza man—now known under the luxuriously smooth name of geto suguru—at the end of these seven days. you knew the answer. you are a selfish surgeon, after all. 

it takes him a great effort to get through that little doorstep interaction with you without grimacing in pain. it’s an even greater effort to get back in the car—his chest wounds stretch impossibly tight as he tries to buckle himself in, and like any good friend, satoru won’t allow him to suffer. 

“you sure about this girl?” he asks him, eyes fixed on the task at hand. suguru finds the question ridiculous. he even screws up his face in slight disgust at his boldness. 

“of course i am. she saved my life.” he manages to stop the snarl in his voice before it starts. satoru clicks his belt in and sighs, dramatically falling back into his own seat beside him as choso operates the vehicle since the loss of ijichi in the car accident—another reason that toji and sukuna would be facing retribution at his hands. 

“yeah, you kinda said the same thing last time.” he grumbles a little, remembering his warning about their teacher. suguru bit the inside of his cheek to keep from snapping back a response. perhaps the pain had worn down his usual patience, but he was not of sound mind to be second-guessed today. 

“she’s harmless. i have a good…feeling about her.” he settles on instead, looking out at the rolling scenery passing by the tinted windows rather than meet satoru’s puzzled stare. suguru knew it was a rather ridiculous thing to say, ever the logician. but how could he explain that he thought you were the voice in his head that called to him to keep fighting? he wonders if that’s possible, to hear a voice he had never before—in his mind. and if it is, and if it is you that voice belongs to, there has to be some reason to that. he’s not a man that believes in coincidences, and that’s plenty logical in this line of work. his trust in one may have lead him to the brink of death, but perhaps it was the chance at rebirth; and your voice was his guide. he knew that would be insane to spout off with, so he dismisses satoru’s eyes burning holes in the back of his head. “i owe her my life. you should be grateful to her. she’ll likely save your life too.”

“if she agrees. if she doesn’t have some unknown ties we don’t know about or some secret training! i’m just sayin’. maybe it’s not the best idea to bring a stranger into the mix right now.”

“shut up,” he finally snaps, turning his head as quick as an owl, looking equally pissed. “i know what i’m doing. i appreciate your opinion, satoru. i do. i was wrong about toji, and i have to live with such regrets. but now you’re paranoid. the girl has chronic anxiety, she needs a job, and i owe her a favor. she is not some secret ninja nor sukuna’s plant. speaking of. get eyes on his latest movements and leave me alone for today.” he steels those void-like eyes of his, making satoru purse his lips out to the side. he nods, just hoping that suguru’s gut led him right this time. 

suguru does let satoru’s concern stick with him, though not in the way he expected. it was dangerous to subject you to the inner workings of his territory. it was dangerous to be fixated upon you, but he could not stop checking his phone to see if there had been word from you yet. he knew he was strong enough to protect you from anything unsavory. but perhaps you would reject his offer, and he would not know if you were the angel meant to save him for good. 

the card is heavy between your fingers. you twirl it between them, laying on your scratchy wool covered couch, high ceilings ascending to a high peak like you were attending church. you chewed on the fat part of your bottom lip, debating with yourself. the voices in your head weren’t nearly so kind. on one side, you feel pretty concretely about the situation. the only job offers demean you and ensure you have to move. your purpose in this life is to save others, and the time to play god was over. you can let him sort out who goes where when that time comes. you’re called to be a helper; and that was something to be proud of. the unknowns, however. considering what shape you found geto in, you wonder just how safe he can keep you, especially if he’s in need of a long-term surgeon. what would your working conditions be like? how easy will your conscious let you sleep with illegal money in your bank account?

you grab for your phone anyway. what is life without a little risk? you were nothing if you didn’t get to operate. all your dedication and hard work would go to waste if you didn’t take this last opportunity. you can sort out the details later! he’s given you long enough to think about it—if he really wanted, he could easily take you and make you do what he wanted anyway. at least there’s autonomy in this.

your hands still shake when you dial his number though. unfortunately, no matter how iron set in your ways you felt, your brain would still throw out second guesses. he picks up on the third ring and you can hear the satisfaction in his voice. 

“ohayo ebi, i’ve been expecting you.” he hums, the baritone of his voice rumbling through your speaker. you wondered why he called you that of all things. he seemed respectful in every other instance, calling you doctor in almost all other conversations. 

“you think i’m a little shrimp?” you ask him—momentarily forgetting this was a business conversation. he chuckled once—you can tell it hurt him based on the cough of coverup that comes next. 

“in an endearing way, yes.” he replies unabashedly, tilting his chin closer to the receiver. he wanted to know if it made you blush, he wondered just how nervous you were just to talk to him. you seemed controlled enough that day, but his research indicates your anxiety was a lifelong issue, and truly he only wanted to ease it in the ways he can. “but i assume that since i’m hearing from you—”

“i want to know more. what kind of facilities will i have? what kind of schedule–if any?” you interrupt, feeling your face grow hot once you realized just how much you overstepped. 

“you’re so bold on the phone, little one. i will pick you up in an hour to tour the facilities since you’re curious. then you can sign some paperwork, and we’ll be partners.” he croons, you can tell he must be quite the businessman just from how easily the words glide from his lips. your heart nervously ticks a beat—but you’re not sure at what. the way he speaks to you, his easy agreement to show you around, or just his relief to hear from you at all. 

“i suppose…that will work, yes.” you decide slowly, hesitantly nodding as if he can see. he grins, nodding to choso to get the car warmed up. 

“wonderful. see you soon.” and the call disconnects not a second later. your rapidly beating heart slows in the momentary relief you have. you’ve made a decision, however regrettable it may be…you’ll find out later. but until then, you get to be a surgeon again!

your relaxation is short-lived, for your hammering heart reminds you that geto will be here in an hour to pick you up. what exactly did someone wear to become a yakuza doctor? you assume black is always a safe option, but you really weren’t familiar with their fashions. you weren’t happy with any of the outfits you picked, feeling none of them were right for the occasion. what occasion—you weren’t entirely sure, but you wanted to see geto’s fond smile again when he picked you up. you don’t want to think about the broader implications of that right now, entirely too focused on selecting the perfect ensemble. 

by some miracle, you’re ready when suguru knocks on your door. you’re dressed professionally, hair laid back and figure outlined in a black pencil skirt. your sensibly baggy sweater doesn’t distract him from thinking about the body underneath. he’s shameless. he admires the way you lean against your door and feign surprise to see him, unable to stop the amused grin from spreading his lips. 

“ah, there she is. my new doctor, thank you for the consideration.” he tilts his chin down to show gratitude. you just blink at him, eyeing the slow and calculated way he moves, no doubt from his wounds. your lips tighten into what you think is a smile of greeting, but he recognizes it as hesitance. you’re still quite weary, which was to be expected of anyone suddenly joining a life of crime—and considering your affinity for panic attacks, he’s actually quite impressed that your face doesn’t betray more of your worry. he imagines that you had to learn how to steel your face as a surgeon. how else would you earn trust from patients and your team if you looked as terrified as you felt? 

“of course, geto-san. thank you for the generous offer, even if i am still curious.” you step out onto your porch, shutting your door with a sense of finality. no more backing out. whatever doubts you were having would have to wait until you had time to ponder them later. the same black mercedes’ engine purrs softly in wait for you, tinted windows so dark you couldn’t possibly tell if there was anyone else inside of it. he extends his elbow–on his left side, the one that was unmarred in whatever accident that left him so brutally wounded. you look at him in wonder, slightly astonished by his chivalry, but you tuck your hand over his bicep and let him guide you to the car with only the slightest of panging in your chest. 

naturally, he opens your door for you too, and as much as your heart wants to flutter, it can only squeeze with the worry that he’s overexerting himself. he circles back to his side and slides in beside you—tan leather sparkling clean as if this was some rental. 

“you don’t take direction very well.” you comment, unsure what prompts you to be so forthright with the literal archangel of crime. perhaps it’s the fact he’s been nothing but kind since he’s been in his right mind—if he even is—but whatever motivates you almost always causes instant regret as soon as you speak. 

he only chuckles through his nose, no doubt to spare him the pain of actually laughing. “i will have you know, i haven’t enjoyed one cigarette since you last chastised me.” he hums, his voice was a regal sound, yet you still doubted the validity. 

“and how do i know that’s true?” you counter, your tone prompts choso to meet eyes with geto in the rearview mirror and you swallow, doubting your attitude yet again. 

he only smiles softly, fishing the pack of cigarettes from his inside coat pocket. he extends it to you. “the same pack from last week. isn’t that so?” 

you inspect it to find only one cigarette missing, humming in a reluctant agreement. it seems you weren’t the only one trying to impress. you give him a proud nod, maybe feeling your ego swell a little knowing that you have some sway over the yakuza boss’ habits. “it does appear so. you’ve also distracted from the point, which is your wounds are not yet healed. nowhere close, in fact. if you don’t get the rest your body requires, it will betray you.” you nod, knowing fatigue and infection are more dangerous than anything else at this point. 

he eyes you, lips slightly pursed. you mother him more than satoru. he goes to respond, but his subconscious recognizes the path the car winds along. instead of responding with the same sauciness he would give satoru, he only smiles, prompting you to look out of the dash. “welcome to the geto estate.” 

you stare ahead at the house, mouth dropping briefly. you clench your jaw shut quickly before he notices. your house was lovely and very expensive, large and manorly in all aspects. you had gorgeous vaulted ceilings and a highly decorated study. but it seemed like a cottage compared to this. there were several buildings across the acreage in front of you, for friends and family and his serving staff as well as his regular staff–each building more lavish than the next. his was clearly in the middle, paths of beautiful gardens with flowers you’ve never seen before paired with trees as large as small mountains, all leading to an elaborate dark brick-laid mansion that bustled with life. this was definitely not what you expected a mafia man to live in. 

“it’s…gorgeous.” you breathe out in soft admiration. his eyes flit over your features in satisfaction. if you enjoyed the outside, he hopes the inside would really seal the deal, especially the wing he’s dedicated just to you. 

“thank you, it’s been a long project of mine.” he shares, of course his latest addition was the miniature hospital off behind his main house in order to surprise you and keep the practice a secret for the time being. 

you blink at that revelation. “you designed all of this?” 

“with a lot of professional help, of course. they mostly…translated my ideas onto paper. it’s useful to have a unique floorplan with your own designs in this life. no one will know what i know, if you understand what i mean.” he nods, cutting his eyes back over to you before he scans the surroundings. that look sets your stomach to turning. 

he means that he has hiding spots and plans within these houses that no one but him and the designers and architects know about. he has safe rooms and corner passageways that would keep you safe in the event of an attack. you note that he is intelligent and thoughtful, things that may be of use later. you really had no idea what would and wouldn’t be useful anyway—but it made you feel better to try to gather information to your surprise, he pulls in one of the garages of his main house. 

“the entrance to your hospital is through my home, in order to control who goes in and out. that will keep you the safest.” he explains, seemingly reading the expression on your face. you have to fight the urge to smile. his thoughtfulness strikes again, and it does seem like he intends to keep you as safe as possible. it strangely puts you at ease.

“you aren’t messing around with security.” you nod curtly, eyeing the driver as he comes around to open your door for you. he’s young, slightly younger than the people he’s been carting around. for a fleeting moment, you wonder how he got tangled up in this lifestyle. it takes suguru some time to join you—balancing himself against the car until he catches his breath enough to continue. you could tell it was something that no one would comment on, so you would do the same. his men walk ahead of him to ensure he faces no obstacles in getting you to the “hospital” as he called it.

you do have to walk a short path through his house to get there, though. his ceilings are high and arched like a church, the floors a clean marble, no cracks in the foundation. everything is streamline and modern, only blacks and grays as far as a color scheme goes. it’s so spotless it hardly looks lived in—and you can’t help but gape at the view from the long windows, the pristine furniture, the ornate paneling above the fireplace—it’s all incredible, and he doesn’t mind to walk slower anyhow. in fact, he’s strangely intrigued to crawl along at this snail’s pace with you and let you gaze at his foyer and kitchen and living room. he’s nearly studying your surprise, feeling his stitches pull around his chest wound. or maybe it was his heart? he’s not certain, but he’s relieved that choso is guiding you through the winding hallways if for no other reason than that he can take his time in staring. 

the closer you get to your ward, the more…antsy he gets to see your reaction. he hopes it will fit any standards you may have conceived from walking through his house. it was a pretty last minute addition in any event, but he likes to think he has enough connections to assemble a starting point for you to be proud of. when choso throws the door open and reveals the large side building—your mouth actually drops. 

it was like an entire floor of the hospital. there was an x-ray and an mri machine and of course a ct scanner, carts and carts of medical equipment strewn outside each little room. you hoped you would never see all of these rooms full, but it was better to have the space on hand anyhow. the antiseptic stings your nose in the most comforting way, your blood rushes with adrenaline. you poke your head around to see blood bank stores and suture kits, breathing tubes, and iv bags all in a separate room—you’re practically racing around to see it all. it had only been two weeks since your departure from the hospital, but it had felt like lifetimes. this felt almost normal, and given his pattern of thoughtfulness, you can’t help but think it was intentional. 

“what do you think?” he asks, giving you that same reserved-but-amused grin. his head was cocked down with his eyebrow raised, seemingly eager to hear to your opinions. he has a certain arrogance in his features that you recognize as pride. surgeons have never been known for their humility, so you can appreciate his confidence, and his eagerness to hear your feedback. 

“it seems you did your research.” you comment, nodding. he sees the way you fight back a smile—and ultimately lose. it’s state of the art, he knows it is—he ordered it to be constructed this way. and he knows that this is the happiest he’s seen you look since he’s met you, and that that makes him feel a deep sense of refined peace that he doesn’t know if he’s ever felt before. your broad grin definitely evokes foreign feelings. 

it’s still surreal, you don’t think that will ever wear off. just a convenient string of events that have lead you to your own privately built and privately run hospital. the architect of bad luck carved your paths to intertwine—can you build that into something positive now? your job and whatever horrific accident that led you two to meet, did it change fate or was it fate? whatever guilt that had been hanging like stones in your gut lifted and you suddenly didn’t feel the ghosts of your own brain telling you that you’ll never be okay again. 

“i trust that the facilities meet your requirements?” he asks with a knowing smirk, good shoulder leaned against the cement wall. you notice that he keeps his injured hand tucked over the wounds on his chest, no doubt a method of soothing his own pain while trying to protect against any more of it. 

you nod quickly, and he understands that you truly are emotional to be in a place like this. you look at him with more softness and understanding than anyone’s ever gazed at him with before, and he finds himself nearly speechless. “it’s perfect. yes…it’s perfect.” you bite down on your lip, still processing the sheer size of the building. his eyes crinkle with the smile he gives you. 

“excellent. then should we discuss your salary? i saw what you were making with tokyo’s hospital. considering the nature and risk…let’s triple that.” he says, and your eyes widen to the size of saucers. you were making a pretty lucrative sum as a highly valued star surgeon, it’s nearly impossible to process how much money you would be making at his proposal. he doesn’t allow you to argue with him about the figure either, “considering you’re not a native, i’m sure you’ve heard stories of the yakuza. i’m sure the stories only got more vicious once you began your stay, but know this: i am not what you’ve been told i am.” he says it casually enough, but you know that he’s sending you a message. “i don’t push drugs or kill innocents. i keep tokyo running, this side of the city depends on me. and now you’ll be working closely with me–privy to all my dealings and workings. so naturally there will be certain rules.” 

“rules?” you cock a brow, trying to gauge the difference in his body language. there were none, he’s just as relaxed and amused as he was moments ago witnessing your reaction to his lavish gift that shall keep on giving. he’s relaxed because he doesn’t consider you a threat. you would be a fool to mistake him as joking or unserious, he just doesn’t feel the need to be intimidating when you’re compliant enough. he does loose a chuckle through his nose at your tone, though. your face is so expressive, he can tell your mind wandered as soon as you heard the word. 

“yes, rules,” he nods, looking back to the boy that drove you two here. choso brings him a little stack of papers, bowing his head to his boss before retreating to the door he stood guard in front of, “and paperwork. nothing major on either end.” he hums, tilting his head side to side. “i hope you’ll read every word, but to paraphrase the rules outlined. you’re always on call. as you can imagine, i don’t hope to supply you with an endless stream of patients. you’ll make your money irregardless of surgeries performed. when we do need you, you will come. your phone doesn’t leave my hands while you’re here and unfortunately we will need to monitor your activity to an extent when you’re home. i can’t have you involving police or alerting anyone to my plans. though that has the chance to go away with time…i can trust you.” he smiles softly, pausing to remind himself that he is capable of it still, even in the midst of this revenge tour—compassion has not yet left him entirely. 

“of course anything you need will be supplied by me and you will have your own security detail outfitted for any time away from my estate. how does that sound?” he extends the contract to you, and despite thinking it was pretty ridiculous for him to create paperwork binding you to this agreement, you take the document from his hands as he offers it. your eyes rake over the words, confirming everything he just said and nothing more outlined in your rules, you nod. this would be a good thing.you would be safe and prosperous and happy here with him.  “good. just sign on the next page for me, darling.” he juts his chin out, prompting you to peel back the page. 

‘failure to cooperate could lead to punishment such as death.’ 

that line has your brows sneaking up to your hairline. he would kill you if you didn’t listen? of course. why did you flatter yourself? this is a business arrangement, it’s not as if he feels any obligation towards you in particular. you just so happened to stumble over him that night and needed a job while he needed a doctor to attend to his lackeys when they get hurt fighting for control of tokyo. right. 

“i hope you’re not having second thoughts?” he hums, despite it being a statement you can hear the question lurking beneath. satoru did warn that the clause was a bit intense. he couldn’t scare you off now, could he?

you shake your head and clear your throat, fishing a pen out of your purse and scrawling your name over the signature line. he takes the papers back smoothly, smiling that feline grin that leaves you wondering just exactly what you’ve agreed to despite your earlier understanding. the way he looks at you implies more, but you don’t want your brain to start reading between the lines or making mountains out of mole-hills. 

“i look forward to working with you, doctor. in fact, when should the stitches be removed?” he asks with that amused twinkle to his dark eyes, subconsciously itching at a particular spot that was irritating him. 

“well, considering that you never rested as ordered, they probably still need a day or two.” you reply with a sigh, failing to find the humor in his numerous wounds and just how close he was to dying. “do you know you would have died if you weren’t found within two minutes? if i had hit a red light on my way home—you would be dead instead of walking around trying to kill yourself, it seems.” you put your hands on your hips, more resembling an angry wife than an annoyed doctor. you are very intriguing to him and it’s a feeling he can’t shake, even with you chastising him. your anxiety didn’t keep you from borderline yelling—even after you read a potential death clause to your contract with a yakuza boss. but if he compliments you, you’ll clam up. you are so curious. 

“what even happened to you? you never told me.” you fold your arms over your chest and cock your head back at him with an inquisitive look that rivals his own. he thinks about the accident, and his heart aches like the wounds were sliced open again. the betrayal stings more than anything, and he hates that frog in his throat that keeps him from responding. besides, it has nothing to do with you. there’s no need to set you into another lecture by enlightening you to the issue especially before he fully takes care of it. so he just smiles, checking his expensive wrist-watch and humming in surprise. 

“let’s get you home, ebi.” he replies, choso immediately opening up the door and guiding you two back to the car. 

you thought you would wait for his call, come in and save a life or two and then go back home. that’s not exactly what the young yakuza boss had in mind. he called you there daily, having you remove his stitches and attend to one of his men he thought was catching a cold. some days he wouldn’t tell you much of anything to do—it just seemed like he wanted you around. anytime you pushed the matter though, he would insist that you were on standby just in case an assignment went wrong, all under the guise of not wanting to wait for you to drive. precious seconds, he would say.

you work under him for nearly a month before you perform your first surgery. while you’re slightly annoyed with his constant abuse of your time, you can’t pretend you have anything more important to do. at least this way, you weren’t spending your days alone. he would eat with you, exchanging little stories about some of the men you’d met during your tenure. you’ve learned the most about his best friend; and while satoru doesn’t seem to particularly like you, he seems to be the only other person that gives suguru any push back, and you can learn to appreciate his presence. next was choso—apparently an orphan like two other kids that suguru took in to shelter. you enjoyed learning about his life, all of it humanized him more and more with each passing day. that doesn’t mean the two of you aren’t constantly bickering, though.

you only find out what suguru wants you to know. in all your time together, he still hasn’t revealed what happened to him the night you found each other. it also seems like they do guard some secrets when discussing business in front of you, and that’s to be expected but still irks your nerves regardless. it’s truly an interesting life you’ve stumbled into, but your house is paid for and you don’t find yourself in want or need of anything you can’t immediately have. 

suguru, by all accounts, is a perfect gentleman. he’ll stay up with you from time to time with a glass of red wine, the two of you leaning against the railing of his gorgeous balcony with the stars high above you just discussing the day. in reality, you would tell him mostly every thought that crossed your brain and he would hang on your every word like it was the very air in his lungs. you’ve always thought he was a beautiful man, easily the most beautiful in fact. but it was in those moments you were able to openly admire him without concern of being caught. his eyes swallowed up the glitter of the stars, reflecting the universe beyond. they were deep like the abyss of the unexplored ocean, and you thought he was just as known. cascading dark hair framed his angular features, bold jaw and defined cheekbones making you wonder if he even knew that he was this pretty. this night was like that, you momentarily pausing your story to meet his eyes and smile softly–almost forgetting that you were even speaking in the first place.

he always knew what you were doing anyhow. the vulnerability was new, but you were as bright as the moon serving as your spotlight. he enjoyed admiring you back, eyes shamelessly tracing the curve of your nose and the swell of your lips. he’s moments before inviting you to stay the night instead of having choso take you home—but satoru slides the glass door aside and looks at the two of you frantically. 

“suguru, it’s nanami. he was doing that…surveillance you ordered. they busted him, he’s in bad shape.” he says breathlessly, and both you and suguru rise from your respective chairs to follow him through the winding hallways of suguru’s home and into your domain of his estate. nanami laid there, waiting for you to get to work. he’s clearly struggling with pain, but similarly to his boss, he’s trying to remain stoic to it all. he grimaces as you start to move automatically. he knows you will help him, but the quiet way you shuffle about doesn’t do anything to steady his nerves. 

you drag the portable x-ray behind you, glancing around to survey the many wounds. “i suspect you have some broken ribs. hold still, okay?” you try to soothe in your soft bedside manner voice, gently putting the lead apron over his midsection, though it’s so heavy and his abdomen is so tender he can only hiss in response, eyes clenched shut from the pain. 

“try to be gentle would you?” suguru sighs, looking at the sweat beading nanami’s hairline. your eyes snap back to him. 

“i am. he’s in a lot of pain, i’m doing my best. sir, do you have any allergies to medication?” you ask, stepping back to take the scan. you push the mobile machine aside to fetch the heavy protective equipment, pushing up his shirt to see his stomach completely bruised. you curse under your breath, dragging the bed to the ct room to confirm what you already know. 

“what? what’s wrong with him?” suguru follows behind, satoru nervously trailing along as you shift rooms. 

“i think he’s got internal bleeding. medicines, nanami? do you do well with anesthesia?” you ask, cursing again as you realized just how much you’d be testing your abilities. it was overwhelming to be a one woman staff, you were used to the luxury of nurses and anesthesiologists and interns and residents to assist on such procedures. now you have your boss shadowing your every step and seemingly criticizing your every move. 

nanami nods drunkenly, clearly wavering on the edge of passing out. “yeah, ‘m fine. no allergies. don’t kill me, doctor.” he groans, his breathing laboring by the second. you cuss again, scrambling to get an iv going for his blood pressure’s sake. you don’t have time for a ct. this has to be a pretty massive bleed. so you pull a med cart up and look at the guests, solemnly nodding. 

“i have to cut him open. you may want to leave the room.” you bite your lip, pushing a sedative through the iv. at least you don’t have to worry about anesthesia now, the bloodied blond out cold in a matter of seconds. you turn to the hand sink and scrub your arms thoroughly, noting that the two of them did not move.

“we’ll be staying. take good care of him.” suguru says, a little spooked by the scene despite all of his battle experience. he usually walked away once the damage was done, hell he was the one doing the beating and jumping and breaking. bearing witness to you trying to piece life back together was a little overwhelming for him, but what kind of man and leader would he be if he left? he’s not afraid—it just makes him…guilty, maybe? knowing that there’s been people and will continue to be people that suffer worse than this. there’s people who will die at his direction all while he has a doctor protecting and saving his own. 

“i always do, geto-san.” you still called him that in these professional setting despite the fact that he invited you to use his first name days ago. normally, he would appreciate the show of respect, but in this moment it upset him. he wanted you to promise that nanami would be alright, perhaps even offer a word of encouragement. he didn’t stop to consider how overwhelmed you must be. he watches you carve into his friend with a scalpel, watches you cauterize his wounds with nasty squelches of blood drowning out the angry whirl of the machine you used. 

“his vitals are low.” suguru grunts, looking at the machine telling you where you were with the bleeding. you can practically feel him breathing down your neck, his little comments were nagging just like your own inner monologue. you can’t fight them both. “are you sure you can handle this, doctor?” he asks with a bite. this was your moment to prove yourself, you will not let him psych you out. 

“geto-san, give me some space, please.” you toss a look over your shoulder, causing his blank slate of worry to creep into a small grin. you were bucking against him and he thought you were adorable for it, and if he were in a better mood he wouldn’t have pushed too far. 

“oh, my apologies. we just can’t afford another one of you panic attacks on the clock.” he grins, knowing it cut you based on the way the tools slip in your hands a bit, luckily you were already finished with the repair—because your head whips around to show him just how hurt you really are. 

you look between his eyes, noticing that hard line between his brow that shows just how worried he really is. you know he’s angry—scared, even, but it’s no excuse to be cruel. your jaw clenches and you point a bloodied glove towards the exit. 

“get. out.” you growl, your brow just as set. he knows he messed up, but he smiles as if nothing went wrong in there, slowly strolling out with satoru hot on his heels. you finish cleaning the wounds and stitching him up, monitoring him until he woke up from the procedure. you gave him instructions to rest and clean the sutures, watching him leave in the backseat of geto’s mercedes from the doorway of his home. 

you haven’t seen him since the debacle and you truthfully didn’t care to. he wounded you with a low blow. he made you feel like you could trust him, lured you into a trap of false comfort all just to bash you in front of one of his men while you worked to save another. you were beyond angry. there was only so much you could do given your contract, but you didn’t have to stick around the estate since there weren’t any cases. so you return to the hospital ward and clean up the mess, scrubbing down the blood and throwing out all the disposables. it takes fifteen minutes tops. you’re grateful to be alone, too wrapped in your thoughts to consider bantering with anyone, and least of all geto. you hated how bad it made you feel. just a pesky little comment was enough to wreck the foundation of whatever relationship you have with your boss. 

you trek back through the house, silently thanking yourself for driving your own vehicle here today. you couldn’t help the small part of you that hoped he would jump from the shadows and try to make this right before you left. you roll your eyes at your own naivety. this is why it was so easy to hurt your own feelings. you sigh and sling the door open, feeling a hand grip your elbow. your eyes widen and you wheel around to face suguru’s white-haired best friend and your biggest doubter yet. but surprisingly, his words are kind. 

“thanks, for…saving him. i thought he was a goner. guess you are sorta useful.” he shrugged, budging your elbow with his to show you that he was attempting a joke. when you only blink at him, he sighs and clears his throat. “look, about what suguru said. he’s just an asshole, he likes to get under your skin just because he can. i’m sorry.” he frowned, hoping that it gave you some relief. 

you just tighten your lips in a thin line. “thank you, gojo-san. unfortunately an apology only means something coming from the person who hurt you. keep an eye on nanami, goodnight.” you tug your jacket on and set into the cold night, closing the door loudly behind you. 

later that night, you find yourself eating alone for the first time in weeks. scientists say it only takes twenty-two days to form a habit, so maybe that’s why you’re so unnerved sitting by yourself, staring down at some meal that didn’t even seem all that appetizing anymore. 

“god this is so pathetic.” you sigh to yourself, flailing back in your chair. satoru was right about one thing, suguru definitely got under your skin. you could tell that he was worried, but maybe there was something more at play. why else would he treat you like that when he’s been nothing but kind to you in private? his words taunt you as you sit there, so paralyzed with his criticisms that you had forgotten to take your medicine in all of the mess today. you feel like a failure despite your successful surgery. you clench your eyes shut, feeling your face grow hot with shame. it felt like your anxiety would always dominate your life, you would never be fully in control. just like now, the white-hot tears sliding down your face are completely beyond you, and you can only cry harder in true frustration., shoving your plate away and blindly fumbling towards your bedroom—vision obscured by the lack of lighting and the fat tears taking up the greater parts of your pupils. but you know the paths of your house forward and backward—able to navigate to your bed blindfolded if need be. so when you fling your door open and drop your bag on the desk, you can feel that something isn’t right.

“if i were a bad man, you’d be dead by now.” the dark familiar rumble of his voice making your heart quicken in pace. it’s just because you’re mad at him and he’s snuck into your house! you wheel around to face him as quickly as your feet move you.

“how did you—”

“you left your front door unlocked. you really need to more aware of your surroundings considering you want security to stay outside, little one.” he hums, eyes catching the moon cascading in through the open window. you swear you can see regret flicker as he watches you wipe the tear tracks off your face. 

so he just walked right into your house and slipped into your room. okay, that’s normal. though there probably is no such thing anymore. you roll your eyes a little and furrow your brows at his sitting figure. 

“why are you here? need to get some more insults off your chest?” you scoff, clicking on a lamp so that you may actually see his face. he frowns at your biting tone, though he can’t deny how adorable you look when you’re angry at him. your arms are folded and hip cocked out to the side, foot tapping as you stare him down for an answer. 

“no, actually, i…came to apologize for the one i said.” he seems uncomfortable, sitting in your desk chair with his weight shifting as he tries to find the words to properly apologize for what he said. he wishes he were a better man, one capable of taking back his mistakes as soon as he’s made them, but something always weighs down on his chest to keep him from fixing it. he knew as soon as he said it that it had hurt you. he thinks you’re special, knows it, actually–deep to his core. he’s not even sure why he wanted to be nasty to you instead of vulnerable—maybe because his track record of loyal friends isn’t a very long list and he’s afraid of letting people see that he is in fact afraid. but it was something he deeply regretted–the hurt in your features stayed with him for the rest of the day. he would do anything to make this right. 

“yeah, okay. satoru tell you to?” you shift your weight to your other hip and look down your nose at him. your anger is redirected to him instead, and you’re not letting him out of things this easily. 

suguru tries to ignore the lame jealousy that creeps up his spine when you refer to gojo that way—by his first name—and he fights the instinct to laugh. “satoru can’t tell me to do anything. i wanted to make this right before the day ended. i am…sorry. i shouldn’t have said that. you did a great job today and all i did was make things harder. i was…afraid of losing another of my men and i took it out on you. you didn’t deserve it, and i betrayed our…bond. i’m sorry.” he takes as deep a breath as his condition will allow, still sore but nearly healed now. he’s leaned forward a bit, his elbows balanced on his knees. he watches you carefully, trying to interpret your rather blank stare. 

that sounded genuine, you think, cocking your jaw out in contemplation. “it was real shitty. i opened up to you. feels like you used it against me.” you toe at an invisible line on the floor.

“but you kept it together despite me. you have a much better handle on things than you give yourself credit for.” he points out, hoping it will both encourage you to perk up and forgive him. you’re an employee. he doesn’t need you to like him but he wants you to. 

“i only had the one panic attack during work. i usually am in control. it’s the only place i feel understood.” you sigh, sinking back onto the edge of your bed, across from him. he studies you for a moment, nodding. 

“what happened that day?” he asks softly, wondering if it was too soon for you to say. you were in the process of forgiving him. 

“i hadn’t slept in seventy-two hours. there was an explosion at one of the naval bases and i spent days tending to those in the wreckage. after…that, my patient came in. they say not to make it personal…cases, you know? keep your distance. you aren’t god. you can do everything right sometimes and still walk out with a dead patient. but nakamura…he helped me become a doctor. he was my med school instructor and i owed it to him…to keep him alive. the first time he came in…everything was perfect. textbook. i saved him, he went home to his wife. he thanked me and sent christmas presents every year. his kids shook my hand and thanked me for saving their fathers life. three years later, he’s back. he’s dying faster than i can think of what to do and all i can think of is how his wife brought banana bread for after his surgery and how all his kids and grandkids waited in the lobby to see their loved one. i felt like i was being swallowed whole—like any solution would only lead him right back to the operating table with worse odds. he bled out before i ever touched him. i had a full meltdown—crying, screaming, pulling out my hair. full blown panic attack so bad that i thought i was dying that day too. and i wanted to. i killed him. if i had been normal—useful….he might still be here.” 

he notices that you stare at a fixed point on the wall when you say all of that. you’ve undoubtedly recounted the events hundreds of times, hence why you don’t hesitate to tell him about it. he can feel your panic in the way you recount things, and it makes his heart ache even worse. to hear you wish death upon yourself for falling short of the mark—he knows that feeling. 

“you are very useful, ebi. you had a bad day.” he nods, hands close enough to reach for yours with the posture he holds. 

you laugh humorlessly. “my bad days kill people.” 

“my good days kill people. it’s the circle of life. you did what you could. perhaps your brain froze because it was simply out of your hands, and his time to go.” he says with a surprising gentleness combatting the blunt words he uses. 

“if i say that about your friends, will you think i’m useful then?” you blink, unable to stop yourself from asking as you look down at the puffy scars marring his skin on that side, large hands tucking yours in between. 

“as long as you’ve tried. yes. that’s all any of us can do is try.” he gives you a tight lipped smile, and this time you know it’s regret you see in his eyes. 

you nod, letting his warm and calloused hands trap you there, taking in his words. all any of us can do is try. the scars all over his body tell his story of trying, but to accomplish what? he did say he wasn’t the man you thought he was—so who is he? and what happened the day you found him? 

“why won’t you tell me? i don’t ask you any questions but that one. what happened to you that day?” you tighten on his hand as if you could hold him to the spot and make him answer with that grip alone. he chuckles, freeing one hand so he could pat your hair. 

“i’ll tell you when it’s time. sleep well tonight. i shall see you later this week.” he nods, brow slightly raised as if he’s asking. he knows he’s disappointing you, but what you don’t know—can’t know about you either. and the further you stay from toji and sukuna, it’s not far enough. 

you purse your lips, but nod. you can’t really say no, anyway–no matter how irritating he is. you look down at the floor, and his fingers steer your chin back up. 

“i’ll make it up to you. i don’t enjoy being secretive with you.” he frowns, pressing a kiss to your hairline. he didn’t know why, he just felt responsible for your sadness and needed you to smile before he left. “i’ll buy your weight in sushi this week to make up for my insensitivity…?” he tries, and his desperation makes you laugh. the bitterness loosens in your chest, you can’t remember the last time you were spoken to so gently, apologized to like it was meant instead of forced. 

“that sounds like a deal, suguru. you know where to find me.” you nod, and the relief on his face is evident. he stands to his full form, nodding down at you. 

“of course. i’ll be seeing you soon. goodnight, ebi.” he beckoned, tilting his chin down to tell you bye. he smiles as he makes his way to his vehicle, letting go of the dark cloud that was you being upset with him or, frankly, upset at all.

but soon was too soon. his call didn’t come later in the week—it woke you up just four hours after he left your house. 

“wake up ebi,” he coughs, and your body is set into a different kind of chill from the tone of his voice and the blaring of car horns and the crunching of glass combining to tell you that something was seriously wrong. “meet me at the infirmary in five minutes.” 

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[arminsumi]

ADULT STORE

↳ GETO すぐる + fem!reader

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense."

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Pt. 2

Summary : product testing with the helpful employee at the adult store!

Warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut/explicit content : using toys, stranger/hookup sex, softdom!Geto, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, sex fantasy trope (sex with the adult store employee)

Note : i haven't made a trip to the adult store in ages bc... everything i want is so expensive lol (the struggle) 😭 i have some rlly funny adult store stories i could ramble about but i will refrain ✋ anyways, indulge yourselves in this fantasy, angels! 😈

Playme : wanna know what it's like?

The gate of the store buzzes, the employee watches you open it with a clink and enter the adult store. Your eyes flood with the overwhelming sight of wall-to-wall toys.

The smooth voice of the employee comes from behind the cash register.

"Yo."

Long hair. Dark, brooding look — almost gothic. Attractive hands with pronounced veins running over the back of them, poised on the countertop which he's lazing over.

He sees you and slowly straightens out his back out to impress you with his height.

"Ah, h-hello..."

He hears you stutter, and assumes it must be your first time in an adult store.

"First time? I mean, in an adult store, that is." he breaks the ice.

"Haha, y-yeah... yeah, it's my first time."

Yeah, that's what I thought.

He holds hard and deep eye contact with you. Yes, he's aware of how intensely he stares. He's doing it on purpose.

"Would you like some assistance, or do you just want to leisurely browse by yourself?"

His tone is so friendly, it doesn't let on to how heated his abdomen is getting at the sight of you.

"Yes, please, I'd appreciate your assistance."

Aw, of course.

"M'kay... then let me assist you."

He smoothly comes out from behind the counter and the two of you stand in front of a wall of toys.

"Overwhelmed?" he chuckles, noting how your eyes widen while looking at all the products. "I know there's a lot to choose from. But just focus on your needs. What do you need?"

"What do I need? Honestly, I have no idea what I need." you laugh nervously.

I know exactly what she needs...

"Well, why don't we carefully go through the products together? I'm sure I can figure out what you need. Promise I know my stuff. I've been working here for three years."

His nonchalance and professionalism puts you at ease. It's something he prides himself on: making customers feel relaxed.

Your eye catches on a pink dildo, so he takes it off the rack to show you up close.

"This one's good, it's got a ribbed design." he shows it off. "Are you looking for just penetration or clitoral stimulation?"

Aw, she's flustered.

"Uh, both I guess? Yeah. I'd love both."

Of course you'd love both. That's what you need, pretty girl.

"Both? Come over here. Let me show you something you might like."

There's a flirty tension between the two of you that just keeps getting more and more... intense.

He plucks a curvy vibrator. It looks expensive. Because it is expensive.

"This one's got ten functions—"

"—ten?! Sounds a bit extra."

"Nothing's too extra when it comes to your personal pleasure."

The two of you share a long look, then laugh.

"But it really is an excellent product."

"Are you advertising?" you joke teasingly.

"Absolutely." he jokes, "Kidding. I'm not trying to come across as a preachy marketer or something. I've used it with partners in the past, that's why I'm recommending it; I know it's good. It's a pretty intense toy. Helps girls squirt even if they think they can't."

I could make her squirt.

He's running his eyes up and down your body.

"Is that so...?" you mumble flirtatiously, eyeing out the product in his veiny, manly hands.

"Hm, still a skeptic? Because I'm sure I could please you."

He hopes that you note his deliberate use of 'I' and not 'it' there.

"Yeah. I'm sure you could please me, too." you flirt.

A heat erupts in his abdomen and stomach.

Oh wow... now she's really flirting, huh? Why'd I wear tight pants today of all days...

He has an unwavering gaze on you. You've captivated him. Put him in some kinda horny trance.

"Did I say me? Sorry. Slip of the tongue." he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "I meant the vibrator." he obviously lies.

You and him exchange a suggestive, longing look. You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, begging to get stuffed up and pleasured.

He hesitates before speaking again, as if he's scared of crossing a line and making you uncomfortable.

"If you want to... we could test it out together?" he suggests. His nonchalance is an act, really he's so nervous when he asks this.

"I'd love to..." you consent, and he doesn't miss the erotic excitement in your tone.

He nods towards the backdoor, eyes keeping on you and your cute little body that he just wants to feel and squeeze like a toy itself.

"Promise to keep your lips sealed about this? I don't wanna get fired for uh... you know... demonstrating products... to my pretty customer."

"Only if you promise to help me squirt for the first time."

Oh wow. Fuck. I'm hard.

His lips widen into a devilish grin. "Sure thing."

After a sloppy, desperate make out with this stranger, you find yourself sat on the couch in the breakroom. Door locked. Blinds shuttered closed. Legs spread wide to his liking, as he cushions the vibrator into your plush slit.

He's rubbing it slowly up and down your folds. He watches your reactions intently, breathing heavier at the sight of your pussy squishing under the pink dildo. The buzzing sound fills the room, but your moans are louder.

He clutches the toy gently, massaging the bulbous head into your clit with sweeping circular motions.

"F-fuck... that pretty clit feels good, doesn't it? Yeah? Let's get it feeling even better."

He turns it up a notch. It buzzes harder against your sensitive nub.

"How's that? Haha, yeah, intense, isn't it?

"Yeahhh — Fuck! Ohhh that's so good, that's so — oh my goddd fuckkk. S-sorry I think... I'm gonna cummm — !!"

"It's okay. Cum as hard as you can, yeah? I want you to get a good idea of how well this toy can pleasure you before you buy it, after all. Oh there we go... just let go and... f-fuck... wow... j-just cum like that. Fuck... that pretty clit feels so good now, huh? Gonna cum? Gonna cum for me, with a vibrator on your cunt?"

He takes note of your reaction to his dirty talk and smirks. Then he slyly turns the toy's setting higher and it buzzes more intensely, and in one... two... three... seconds, you're squirting like crazy all over the pink vibrator and his hand.

Holy shit, look at that pretty pussy gushing... she could drench my dick. I wanna be inside her so fucking baddd...

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense." he regains his professional tone after you cum.

He turns the toy off and watches you come down from your shaking orgasm, smug look on his face. He keeps it clutched in his veiny hand, and brings it up to his lips to suck and lick up all your juices from it.

She tastes so fucking good... I feel dizzy.

You watch him with wide eyes as he tastes your slick off the toy.

"F-fuck... wh-what did you s-s-say your name was again?" you stutter, starstruck by this stranger.

You're so fucking dizzy, your pussy is buzzing like it still feels the intensity of the toy against it.

"Hm, wanna know my name?" he smiles teasingly, "How about you cum on my face and then I'll tell you."

"Fuck, okay."

And then as soon as you give him permission, he's hungrily diving between your thighs.

"Oh my god..." he loves how you gasp and writhe under the influence of his mouth.

Let's see how fucked-out I can get her. Wanna see her lose her mind 'cause of me.

His lips latch onto your labia and suckle, then onto your clit. He points his tongue at your clit, then oh my god flattens it and laps at your bud while suckling. His softness shows a hint to tenderness in his personality; he really knows how to treat a woman well.

This stranger spoils your pussy with his tongue and lips. He seems to be in his own little world while nosing between your thighs. He carelessly gets your juices smeared across his cheek and lets the rest dribble down his chin.

"Fuck fuck fuck — like that, like that. Don't stop don't stop — !! 'm gonna cum! G-gonna — fffffffucking cummmm ahhhhh — !!"

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, eager to make your pussy freak out on his mouth. Just before you cum he slips two fingers into your hole, middle and ring, and pumps them into a sweet spot hard. He just wants to get an idea of the feeling of your pussy when it cums.

Suckling at your clit, fingering you with nice hard rough strokes, closing his eyes like he's the one enjoying it meanwhile he's silent and you're moaning like you're going insane. He can tell you're close and speeds it up.

"Cum cum cum, cum for me. Just let go and cum." he sounds so desperate, and that professional tone of his is finally cracking. "Cum on my fucking face, please."

And he dives his tongue right back into your hole, wriggling his tongue around, resulting in the nastiest wet squelching sound. His lips press flat against your pussy, he draws in a deep breath and your heat is all he smells.

Please cum on my face. Please please please.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuckkkk!"

You gush right on his lips, which are plump and swollen and red and glistening with your slick.

He pulls away and licks his lips and tells you his name.

"Suguru, by the way. My name's Suguru. Hey... can I give you my number?"

Oh he's so smooth. But he's even smoother at the checkout, when he asks if you're free this Friday for a date. At his apartment. With the company of some of his favorite toys.

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[hangesbabymomma]

₊ ⊹ 🥀 “Be good for me.”

warnings/content - p in v, no protection (safety first always y’all), small mentions of rough sex, smut w no plot, pet names (darling, baby) // pairing - geto suguru x fem!reader

summary - geto knows you like it when he hits the right spot so he uses that opportunity to tease you a bit about it

Geto’s hands gripped onto the soft fat on your waist, giving you slow, deep, passionate strokes as you let out sweet moans. He bent down and gave you a passionate open mouth kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance while both of your pants and moans mixed together. His movements began speeding up causing you to moan louder when you felt his cock tip hit your g-spot.

“Aww, does my baby like it when I hit it like that? Keep being good f’me and I’ll keep hitting it just the way you like,” Geto cooed, his lips going from your face to your neck. Your moans slowly became more desperate sounding as you glided your hands through his hair, practically begging your lover to give you more.

“Pleaseee Sugu… ah fuck.. give it to me please..” You whined and begged. Geto heard your pleads but he wasn’t letting up. Instead he slowed down, teasing the spot you wanted him to abuse. You let out a whine of frustration as a response to his action.

“Unt unt, darlin’. what did I say?” Geto asked, lifting his head from your neck so he could look you in the eyes.

“Be good..” You answered, your voice becoming desperate.

“That’s right. I need you to be good f’me so I can give you want you want. Can you do that?” Geto asked, his pants becoming apparent as he kept that same slow and teasing pace. Even though you were a little annoyed at the teasing you nodded and decided to try and get over it. Knowing Geto, if you continued to show signs of irritation he’d probably continue teasing you or worse, stop completely. Geto began to move just a bit faster again, the feeling of his dick almost reaching your g-spot making you bite your bottom lip to hold back another whine.

“Think it’s time to give you want you want, hm?” He planted a few kisses on your chest before he began to speed back up, his hips snapping into you at a rough pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out more moans and quiet curses under your breath. He chuckled at your reaction, his hands gripping onto you some more before he started fucking you in a rough manner. Your moans turned into gasps and whimpers as you pulled on your boyfriend’s long black hair.

“I can’t do all the work now can I? C’mon baby, play with yourself for me.” Geto rasped, his panting becoming heavier. With no questions asked, you used your free hand to reach down and rub circles around your puffy clit. Your back arched off of the bed, the feeling of both your boyfriend abusing your sweet spot along with you rubbing yourself making the pleasure almost overwhelming.

“Sugu I’m so close..! I’m so fucking close..!” You cried out.

“Mhm, I know, baby, I know. just a little longer m’kay? I’m almost there…” Geto took one of his hands off your waist, moving it up to your breast as he grabbed it and circled your nipple. You were completely fucked out at this point you couldn’t even form full sentences if you tried.

“Gonna cum.. want me to fill you up? Want me to cum all inside of you? Hm?” He asked in his low velvety tone. You nodded and before you know it you felt him thrust into your cunt with a couple more rough pumps as he let all his cum spill out inside of you. You let out one final loud moan, feeling yourself release.

“Good job, baby..” He muttered before planting kisses along your neck and cheek.

a/n: I wrote this late at night💀 needed to get this idea out before I forgot🤭

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[gojoux]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 “𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓” 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌

Gojo. Geto. Sukuna. Nanami. Choso. Toji. Megumi. Itadori. Yuta.

◈ — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“Say no more.” He'd grab your face in an instant and press his lips against yours. He would immediately get touchy all over your body, and for not even a few seconds, he's already slipping his tongue in, savoring your taste with hunger. He'd pull away for a moment before devouring your lips with his own, your mouth would be invaded by his tongue once more before pressing you against the nearby wall.

◈ — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“You want to make out? Alright, love. Let's go somewhere private, we can make out there as much as you want.” He'd place his hands on your wrist and lead you toward the bedroom. His lips would immediately find yours, soft but deep kisses at first before it gets heated. He doesn't mind if you want to be on the top or him on the top. Rest assured, he's not giving your lips a break either way. “Now I know what you need to do to convince me.”

◈ — 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

His body would shiver with excitement as he looks down at you with a hungry look. “Come here,” he reaches for you and grabs your body, “You want to make out, do you now? My, my, are you in the mood for me.” He tilts your head with his finger and starts trailing kisses on your neck, nibbling your skin with his teeth, licking and sucking, and doing whatever he wants until he makes sure it leaves a lot of his marks. His mind is filled with dirty thoughts, “I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.”

◈ — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

“Right here? Right now?” Nanami's eyebrows would elevate at this request. “I should have expected it from you.” He sighs and loosens his tie before leaning back on his chair saying, “I can spare some time for you, love,” as he pats his lap, gesturing you to sit with him. “Let's make it a good one.” He'll place a hand on your cheek and the other on your waist as he kisses you slowly, with no rush, he likes to take his time savoring your lips.

◈ — 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

He would look at you confused, “What's that?” He had no clue what making out is and he's not familiar with the term. Once you explain it to him, he'll nod and hold your waist, initiating the kiss first. “Like this?” He'll kiss you more. “I think I can get used to this.” His kisses slowly become deeper, letting out a few hums of satisfaction here and then. His touches would become bolder as well once you give him the cue. He's never done something like this but he seems to enjoy it with you.

◈ — 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

He'd raise a brow after hearing your request out of nowhere. “So you want to make out, huh? Are you feeling needy?” He'll tease you for it. “Now come here, I'll show you just how good I can be with my lips," he'd speak to you in a seductive tone while looking at you with a sly smile on his face. He'll kiss you all over your face until it's damp from both of your wet lips after the kiss while his hands eagerly caressing and groping your body. He won't stop even until you're breathless.

◈ — 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

He'd turn a bit red at your sudden question. He is a little surprised with your forwardness but he's not against it. “What did you say? Do you want to make out with me?” He doesn't mind if you kiss him. In fact, he'd like it if you did because he's been wanting to do that with you for some time already. Megumi starts off shy with a few pecks, focusing on your lips and what gesture you like. It's surprisingly hard for him to stop kissing you once he's warmed up.

◈ — 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

“Eh? With me?” He points at himself. You'd smack his arm which makes him let out a short playful laugh, “Okay, okay, let's do it.” He'd kiss you eagerly, he really wanted to experience kissing someone ever since he was single, and now that got the chance to make out with you is more than a dream come true. He'll circle an arm over your shoulder and the other around your waist, pressing your body closer to him as he focuses on kissing you.

◈ — 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

His face would turn red and his cheeks would be flushed. He'd look at you with surprised eyes and then he'd nod slowly. “O-of course, let's make out.” He'd say your name in such a soft way, the most romantic tone he's ever spoken to you with. After a few seconds of looking deeply into your eyes, he would lean closer and test the water with a few soft pecks before the kiss got deeper. He doesn't really know where to place his hand so he just holds your waist as he pulls you closer.

#ೋღ—物語. #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x female reader #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #sukuna x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #choso x reader #toji x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuji x reader #yuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader

[suguruplsr]

NEED THAT DICKOLOGY!

— fucking your mentor?

geto suguru x fem! virgin reader , v random + pure filthy smut , oral (f) , protected sex ! , overstimulation , folding position , bar restroom scene > car scene , face riding , fingering , hair pulling , choking + spitting n mouth , not proofread + rushed so lmk what i missed ! 🪐

⸝⸝ psychology.. the study of the mind. a beautiful study you’ve always found yourself interested in, along with the long hour videos of interrogations of criminals. so having a mentor for the job you’re aiming for as a criminal psychologist, is very helpful.

like when he takes you out to dinners with large politicians to study their behaviors. not everyone’s a good person, he reminds you.

not everyone’s a good person, when suguru’s looks fucking edible with his dress shirts and slacks, always leaving out a button undone and his beautiful hair draping around him like a water fall. when he looks like a trap you’d love to walk into.

you’d do anything to imprint the image of his stupidly handsome casual+formal look in your mind, the one you love to imagine him wearing when you’re thinking about him taking you on his office desk, so why not take him out for once?

who knew you’d get so lucky..

“we’re still in public,” suguru huffs with a smile, clearly teasing you with that glimmer in his eyes. ignorant, you continue to kiss against his lips, eager and hungry to the male pressed against your body in the shammy bar restroom. “please.” you beg, nearly whining and mewling for suguru with your drawled voice.

you lick at the lingering liquor transmitted from his lips. his hands gripping your waist. his cologne filling your nostrils. his stupid smile. why did your stupid mentor have this— even more stupid, affect on you?

“please what?” “i don’t know suguru,” you impatiently bite back, frowning at his deep seductive chuckle. the kind that pulls victims like you into his aura. into a man who’ll put you into a trance. which it does, “i just need you, please, touch me suguru..”

suguru lets out a deep sigh at your words, eyes speaking louder than his unspoken words. but you can feel his growing erection against your thigh, and you’d gladly point it out if he wasn’t looking at you like he needs you just as much as you need him.

poor girl, he thinks. one of his hands on your waist trail up. his right one, going up to your throat and giving it a comfortable squeeze. he holds you like you’re nothing, and it makes you want him even more, stomach turning with need as he tilts your head back.

soon he’s attacking your exposed neck— and you’d think he’s a vampire with a how the noises of his lips on your neck fill up the claustrophobic atmosphere. his kisses form a line directly up the middle of your neck, leaving you sensitive once they drop down to your cleavage. and suguru almost has half the mind to pull off your clothing with his teeth, choosing to suckle at the peeking skin of your breast that the sleeveless didn’t hide. “touch you hm? how much? just something like this or..” suguru’s laugh is hidden in your skin once his fingers slipped between the slit of your dress, feeling the damp spot on your panties.

the yellow blinking lights above you do no better to help your failing and swirling head. a mixture of alcohol and lust overtaking your senses— and suguru geto himself. one of his large fingers find your clit way too quick, but it’s as expected of a man who exhibits a sleek ambience of sexiness. he presses the bud through the ruined fabric, “or you want your pussy stuffed full of me. you probably haven’t been fucked good for a while— no offense there..” suguru rubs the area in tight circles, catching how your breath hitches, hands immediately latching to his button up shirt. he doesn’t care for the wrinkles, or how he can feel your nails slowly dig into the shirt, probably forming crescents into the skin underneath.

you’re just too cute.

“i’ve always admired how determined you are, such a smart girl huh? so focused on studies you don’t even have time to touch yourself. but it’s okay baby, you got me now.” you almost feel undermined, despite his words. the way he ignores your pathetic whines and whimpers with each second of his exploration around your cunt..it’s all too condescending.

“i’ll fill that cunt of yours with my fingers first, shit— you can probably only take one.” suguru’s observation is made when the pad of a finger doesn’t slip into your hole easily. your panties were forced to the side already and your cunt wet against his palm. the man kneels, sacrificing his expensive slacks to meet your darling pussy face to face. the psychologist pushes your dress up, to which you get the memo, holding the blue dress and bunching it up to your waist.

suguru holds your panties to the side again, squishing it with a single hand and his thumb kneading the skin of one of your thighs. “s’ fucking beautiful down here..” he whispers, speaking to the mess in front of him.

if only you knew how his mouth watered, drool almost coming up and his muscles fighting with each fiber of his body. he just wants to attach his mouth onto your pussy, let all of your juices and wetness fall into his mouth rather then let it uncomfortably mesh together between your thighs.

let him relieve it.

but, ever the man, suguru stays true to his words, licking his lips unconsciously and bringing a hand up to your folds. yet, unlike his usual patience and prudence, he’s quickly forcing one of his fingers into your cunt. your body jerks, “o-oh. wait! please! oh fuck..” you blabber off into a tandem, curses leaving you while his finger works its way into your virgin cunt. an abnormal feeling.

“already falling apart baby. not even moving it, c’mon, just a bit longer. we don’t want you to get dumbed out at some bar, right baby? not being in the right state of mind is dangerous..” caution is nonexistent in his tone, more-so mocking as he moves closer and lifts your left leg onto his shoulder. you know what he’s implying, his words are promises to how he’s going to break you and leave your mind a mess.

is it really sickening how you clench around his finger just from the thought? you already have him here between your legs and yet, he still keeps you on your toes with each damning word that leaves his mouth.

“let’s loosen you up a bit, or maybe you want some extra work with my tongue?” suguru tsks, unapologetically moving his finger inside you, thrusting it slowly before pulling it out completely to add another, “maybe let me spit on your sloppy pussy and treat it like a whore?” you mewl as he gives your clit a pitiful hit of his palm, then massaging it between his fingers, rolling the bud before slipping two fingers in with ease.

it’s all too much.

“i.. i don’t care, jus’ wanna cum— as long as it’s from you sugu..” you whined, looking down at him with tears filling your eyes, giving little sniffles from how his fingers nudge where you need him most, you just want to grab at him, pull at his hair as he fucks your pussy with his fingers.

suguru hisses, leaving your pussy with a kiss on your clit, “we’re getting the fuck outta here baby, not gonna fuck you here.” and as annoyed as you want to be for having to wait, you follow his words reluctantly, quickly making yourself as presentable as you possible could before he’s dragging you away.

you found yourself in multiple positions in the more comfortable sleek pink BMW— regardless of the limited space in the black interior. you continue your heated session in the stuffy backseat, ridding yourself of that bunchy dress and trying your best to get rid of his clothes before you were put in the position you’re in now.

“ride me baby, keep this pussy on my face, and don’t you dare fuckin’ hover.” suguru’s demand makes you bite your lip, crawling over on top of him and briefly resting on his now bare chest to admire him. his usual put together look was ruined by you. the best you could. perhaps the ideals he had promised to you, reflected onto him. his upper body is covered in stains of your gloss, mixed with your brown lip liner. and the cresent’s of your nails and purple hickies are only more decorative additions that stained his skin in the hours of the night.

suguru’s long hair is sprawled underneath him, undone once you had mentioned wanting to use it as leverage. and who is he to complain about your wishes?

“do you really wanna do this? you don’t have to..” your energy now is a stark contrast from before, unsettling hesitation within you as his arms wrap around your thighs, tugging you forward. a slick of your essence drags along his chest, a guttural sound escaping suguru from the warmth of it on him. “do i need to restate your words my love? i’d be happy to brag all about how you claimed to need me. especially when i can tell right now..” suguru scoffs, and you’re quickly lifted onto his face without warning, his mouth widened and is forcefully attached to your cunt.

the way he eat dines on your pussy is like a man starved. from the tight grip of his hands to the way his cock strains so uncomfortably in his pants. his tongue moves like a snake, flexing and gathering every single drop of you on it, then flicking into his mouth with a groan. suguru savored your taste each and every time, slowly rocking you onto his mouth until you were completely riding him with little cries and moans of your own, tugging his long soft strands.

your hands would fly to the handle of the back seat door, holding the black leather as you came or squirted. after so long, you never knew which it was— but you knew the man underneath you would eat it all up in mere seconds, his thirst for you never ending.

after so long, suguru had layed you back, his hands ghosting over the skin of your stomach with your legs sprawled around him. it wasn’t his ideal choice of scenery for the taking of your virginity, knowing it’s something so cherished. and of course, he’d want your first time, and your first time with him, to be more special than fucking you into the rough fabric of your back seats.

his girl is just so fucking needy.

“hah! ha— sug! um.. fuck you feel soo good!!” you nearly scream, voice breaking and your eyes rolled back.

suguru’s cock is stuffed inside your pussy, the only thing keeping him from your gummy walls was a condom around his dick. yet he hits all the right spots without hindrance, the thick member filling and molding you with each of his pounding thrusts. “yeahhh bet i do— clenchin’ around me baby, shit..” the long haired male groans, his arms are around your thighs— his favorite place obviously, not sure to keep you spread or to push your thighs up and fold you dumb.

rather, enjoy the creamy sight of your pussy around him, or fuck you how he wants to?

he chooses the latter, folding you easily and greeting you with a sloppy kiss that swallows down your moans. his thrusts are more methodical, but they have so much force, nudging your sweetest spot and leading you to cloud nine. his balls, slap against you ass loudly with each one thrust, stringed wet with your previous cum. suguru loves to feel it, the absolute mess between you.

“cum. go ahead princess, give it to me, don’t want you to hold back— not at all.” suguru encourages, pausing your wet and spit inducing make out session with a more firmer kiss on your lips. you whine, holding onto the broad escape of his shoulders, adding more scratches down to his back and clawing with each second you’re brought closer to your orgasm. “o-okay sugu.. g’nna cum..” you can barely speak, voice raspy and only getting worse with a thick hand wrapped around your neck. he really wants you gone, to let your consciousness float away and fuck you till you’re incoherent of even breathing.

at least that’s what it feels like once your eyes are rolling back, body stuttering as he fucks you through the impending feeling while a nasty glob of spit is forced down your throat which cause you to release around him suddenly. it’s too good, unable to feel anything, but feeling everything, at the same time.

youre awaken with his hot load shot out onto your stomach, tossing the soiled condom somewhere and jerking himself off to the sight of your cock-drunk state. through your blurry eyes, you see how his muscles contract and react, his head tilting back and his cock eventually giving all that’s left in little spurts. suguru’s mumbling to himself, probably things he’d say to you if he had came in your ex-virgin pussy.

“baby.. fuck.. you with me or dumbed out? seems i kept my promise, hm?” not trusting your voice, you nod obediently, closing your eyes in content as he sighs. “shit, lets get you cleaned up, then i’ll drive.” suguru grimaces, pulling you up to sit back, smiling from your whine of dissatisfaction. “m’tired sugu”

“me too sweetheart, me too,” suguru hushes, leaning into a soft kiss that only makes you want to fall asleep, sighing against his lips, “ you did so good princess, let me take care of you..”

#jjk #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x fem!reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk writing #jjk fic #jjk x black reader #jjk x chubby reader #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x plus size reader #getosuguru #geto suguru smut #getou x reader #geto suguru x reader #getou suguru #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto suguru #suguru geto #geto smut #geto suguru x you #geto x black reader #jujutsu geto

[smut-slut69]

“Come on princess, tell me what you want” he spoke, his velvety voice making you clench around his still fingers.

You managed to let out a desperate moan, hips trying to buck down onto his thick digits.

You yelped at the slap he gave straight to your clit, “Uh, uh, good girls listen right” he mused, letting his hand soothe over your clit in smooth circles as an apology for the slap.

“Mhmm”you hum, a choked sob leaving your lips as his slow circles sent harsh sparks of pleasure through your sensitive limbs.

The hand around your neck tightened when he heard your response , “you know better,” he scolded. “Use your damn words”

“M’sorry” you spoke, tears slipping down your cheek when he slapped your pussy again. “You love pissing me off, is that how you apologize to me?”

“I'm sorry daddy, I'll listen like a good girl, I promise”you whimpered.

Your words made him grin and his circles on your clit fastened. “There we go baby, now do what I ask and tell me what you want from me”

The words were on the tip of your tongue, the plea for his big fat cock threatening to spill out of you just like your juices were spilling out onto your boyfriend's pants. At your silence he landed a set of repeated slaps on your crying cunt while his other hand kept it’s tight grip on your neck .You didn’t mean to cum, you swore you didn’t. But you couldn’t help the way you squirted, legs quaking and eyes rolling back in your head when the pleasure grew to be too much.

Your boyfriend frowned as he watched you pathetically cum all over him.“Now you’re cumming without permission” he rolled his eyes.

“What the hell am I gonna do with you”

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Eren,Geto,Toji,Gojo,Uzui,Chishiya,Obanai,Miguel

#eren x black fem!reader #eren x black reader smut #eren x reader #eren aot #miguel x you #miguel o’hara x black reader #miguel x reader smut #miguel spiderverse #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto smut #geto x reader smut #geto x black reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x black reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x black reader #gojo smut #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya smut #chishiya shuntaro x reader #obanai smut #obanai iguro #obanai x reader #uzui smut #uzui x black reader #uzui tengen x reader

[wysteria-bloom]

▨ " you give in so easy "

JJK characters react to you taking their hand off your thigh

Genre : mostly sfw, suggestive

Warnings : Sukuna :)

A/n : OBSESSED with jjk atm. Yuji is fucking KILLING it as a main character I'm so in love. Requests are 100% open, ESPECIALLY for jjk.

Characters : gojo, nanami, sukuna, geto

⟢ gojo satoru ␥

Would literally be SO POUTY afterwards. Because what the hell did he do? Would try it again and again and again until you eventually give up because he's petty like that and when you do he gives you the most cheesiest annoying obnoxious little shit grin and raises his brows at you as if to say," I win." Pulls you in for a cuddle after that because he thinks you're adorable when you give in to him, cooing a," you give in so easy, hon~" right into your ear.

⟢ nanami kento ␥

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO HIM?? Would think he did something to annoy you today that he wasn't aware of. The second you do it bro literally does a full turn towards you and is like," how about you talk instead of insulting me like this." You'll need to tell him it's a prank quick or else he might actually fall out with you for the rest of the night. An apology is definitely in order as well. Nanami deserves the fucking world, after all. You kiss across his face until he tells you to stop, which he never usually does. He just sort of basks in your affection any chance he gets with that serene little smile on his face.

⟢ ryomen sukuna ␥

Oh lord... not a smart idea. On the first time you do it, he just glares at you silently before putting his hand back on your thigh because who the hell do you think you are preventing him from touching what's his? The second time you move his hand? His hand moves up your thigh and inwards, like he was warning you. Third time? Moves up again. Fourth time? You're gonna have to stop before his hand cups something else. When you stop he just grumbles," That's what I fuckin' thought." and keeps his hand there, thumb caressing your inner thigh teasingly until you decide to do something about it.

⟢ geto suguru ␥

Geto is usually a very reasonable man. He doesn't let his emotions get the better of him. But let's say he's had a pretty shitty day and you just happen to want to pull this prank on him at the worst possible moment, his resolve may just snap. The first time you do it, he frowns at you expectantly, waiting for you give him some sort of explanation. The second time you do it he was quick to grab the meat of your thigh again and have a tight grip on it, a sweet little smile on his face," You're testing me tonight aren't you, beautiful?" He cooed out lowly with those dark eyes of his glinting at you challengingly. Yeah, you don't try anything else after that... or maybe you do and you have to buy a new bed frame the next day.

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x male reader #jjk x fem!reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #i am so feral for these men you dont fucking get it

[sunmoonjune]

raspberry leaves

pairing: poly!geto suguru x fem!reader x gojo satoru [jjk au]

warnings: jjk au! geto doesn't defect and everything is happy :)) cursing, periods, severe cramps, painkillers and mentions of taking more than you're supposed to (three instead of two), lots of talk of pain, mentions of vomiting, passing out, panic, mentions of death, mentions of burning yourself, probably ooc megumi but he's a kid here (probably gojo too but I can't not write him soft), family au!, megumi tsumiki and the twins are here!, probably taking liberties on how gojo's technique works but oops, this is for the girlies with severe period symptoms :'), major hurt/comfort

word count: 12.5k

a/n: drops this and yells "scatter!" and disappears back into seclusion. I did not proofread this :)

Gojo Satoru has never woken up so terrified in his life. 

It’s a horrifying thing; to wake up lurching from your sheets as the love of your life cries out in panic just a few hours past midnight. For a moment, Satoru thinks he’s dying – or that he should be – because as he rips his sheets away from his legs, racing to his feet with his pulse already roaring in his eardrums, he turns to find Geto Suguru crumbling to his knees. The dark-haired man is the one who shouted, his hands fumbling to grasp another figure, their body limp and hanging useless in Suguru’s arms.

It’s your frame, clutched tight in Suguru’s big hands, that steals the breath from Satoru’s lungs. Ripping any semblance of oxygen right from his chest, the Six Eyes user is left stumbling on his feet to reach his spouses as they crumble to the floor – you limp in Suguru’s grip as you fall unconscious. 

Suguru shouts, a desperate cry of your name as he finally sinks to the bathroom floor, urgently scrambling to cradle your weight against him and support your figure. When he’s settled on the ground, a hand carefully cradling your face, Suguru looks up at Satoru, panic in his features and his heart in his throat. For a tense second, neither man speaks, too terrified to properly ascertain the situation. Then, Satoru chokes out a desperate question as he stumbles into the doorframe, clutching the wood until he swears it could splinter beneath his hands. 

“What happened?” 

But let’s rewind a moment, shall we? 

It starts two hours after midnight – well, it starts long before that, but it’s that moment you finally decide to pull yourself from the sheets and stumble into the bathroom. That moment, the one of shortened breaths and a weak whimper, is the one to incite the inferno that will wake Gojo Satoru in an hour or so. 

You’ve been awake for hours. Sleep was a stubborn thing; an obstinate, pig-headed bastard that wouldn’t allow you the mercy of relief even hours after you’ve been awake clutching your stomach and trying desperately not to cry. 

It’s agony. Beginning in your left side and rippling through the entirety of your stomach and down your legs, the cramping sensation seizes you with another tight fist and squeezes. It’s agony, and it’s been keeping you awake for hours. 

Your period is merciless. 

You’ve always had terrible cramps. That was a notion you had grown used to when you were young. Painkillers could only do so much, and you hated to have to take as many as you did just to function near normally. The first day of shark week was always terrible, but this? This was pure agony, and you were nearing your breaking point. 

It festered for hours in your stomach, sending cramps through your form in catastrophic waves and pushing against your belly until you thought you were truly going to die. The urge to use the restroom is horrible, but each time you drag yourself to the ensuite bathroom, you sit there as another wave of agony nearly pulls you to your knees. You’re sweaty and tired, figure quivering as another rippling cramp seizes your legs, and you’ve never wanted anything more than the sweet relief of slumber. 

Nothing seems to help. 

A hot water bottle is pressed against your stomach, the liquid inside near boiling as you clutch it against your bare skin – a bad idea, you know, but the sensation of the burn is nowhere near as terrible as the cramps. You’ve downed three painkillers a few hours ago, probably another bad idea, but you’re desperate now. 

You don’t want to wake Suguru or Satoru. It’s a Sunday night, and you know they both have work early tomorrow morning. They have to get the kids to school too. The four of your children always pile into one of your husband’s nice cars just a few hours past dawn. The kids get dropped off at primary school on their way to work, since it’s just around the corner from Jujutsu High. 

You can’t tear their few precious hours of sleep away from them. 

Not for this. 

There’s nothing they can do – nothing you can do but sit and try to ride out the waves of crippling agony until they finally stop. 

You’ve done this before. These cramps aren’t new. You can deal with them on your own. 

Can’t you?

But as you repress a broken sob, pulling yourself away from the silk of your sheets and into the bathroom once more, you’re not quite sure. 

When you reach the ensuite bathroom, another cramp surges through you and the tears you’ve been desperately withholding finally burst forth. Pressing your weight into the wall as the door slides shut, you click the lock and finally allow yourself to crumple. Your head pushes into your knees as you sob, trying to keep your cries quiet and muffled against your hand as the other clutches the hot water bottle against the throb of your stomach. 

You’re tired. You’re tired and you’re in so much pain that your fingers tremble and your legs shake. It’s awful, and you just want to sleep. 

But your uterus must hate you, because your stomach lurches and you scramble to lean over the toilet as you dry heave. You’ve never vomited on your period, but it sure does feel like you will. 

Your skin itches. From the sweat or the general grime, you don’t know, but you hate it. Your chest shakes with another sob and your fists squeeze tight as you whine out a horrible sound of agony. It’s too much and you wish it would just stop. Leaning back against the wall, you sigh out a choked sound as you curl into yourself. 

“Stop,” you whine brokenly, too defeated to even understand who you’re pleading to. “Please stop.” 

Geto Suguru wakes up a few moments later. 

He doesn’t know what pulls him from slumber at first. His brow furrows as consciousness returns, a deep breath leaving his nose as he sighs and takes in the feeling of body weight pressed into his chest. It’s a muscular figure, long and tall, so it must be Satoru. He’s pressed into Suguru’s stomach, body curled small in a near comical way as he attempts to tuck himself beneath Suguru’s chin. The long-haired man nearly huffs a chuckle as he pries open his tired eyes to see his partner. 

Suguru runs a loving hand over the mess of pale white strands that fall into Satoru’s eyes, his lips quirking upwards softly as he smiles. Satoru nuzzles closer in his sleep, letting out a happy sigh as Suguru runs his nails through the other’s undercut. Then Suguru shifts, turning over his shoulder slowly to find you as his hand reaches out to pull you closer.

But you’re not there. 

Suguru startles. Jolting silently as his heart skips a frightened beat, the sorcerer’s eyes rip open as they dilate. His hand finds an empty bed, the sheets cold and the imprint of your figure long lost. Suguru carefully untangles himself from his lover’s long limbs, his long, dark hair falling into his eyes as he sits upright. 

“Baby?” his deep, tired voice rumbles in question. Where are you? He nearly asks, heart pounding in his chest. Are the kids okay? 

Suguru knew it was weird you had chosen to sleep on the edge of the bed tonight. You’re usually more than happy to bury yourself in between them, cuddling close and nuzzling into their chests as you try to pull yourself even tighter into their embrace. 

But last night, you gently pushed Suguru into your place, offering him a wave of your hand and a lame excuse as to why you wanted to sleep on the outside. Something about not wanting to sleep yet, he remembers. 

He waits a moment, hoping you’ve just gotten up to use the restroom and you’ll return to them soon. The sound of Satoru’s quiet breaths echo through the space, and has to fill the long seconds by tracing his fingers over his lover’s back. Tracing gentle lines over the defined muscles, Suguru sighs softly and tries to calm his racing pulse. 

A minute passes. Then another. And one more – until Suguru isn’t sure how long he’s been waiting. 

Then Suguru cannot resist the swell of panic that ripples through his stomach. 

His heart lurches in his chest as he swings his legs over the side of the bed, too panicked to offer Satoru more than a hushed sound and a stroke over his back when he tiredly mumbles in protest. 

“‘M just gettin’ up for a sec,’” he mumbles quietly, swallowing back the lump in his throat when he sees the light in the bathroom on. “I’ll be back, love.” 

Satoru grumbles something else, but is soothed when Suguru presses a gentle kiss to his brow. 

“M’kay,” Satoru sighs, easily falling back asleep as he snuggles into the warmth Suguru left behind on the bed. If he wasn’t so worried, Suguru would smile, his heart clenching tight in his chest as he watches Satoru curl into his spot with a soft sound. 

When Suguru stands, adjusting his sweats as he quietly makes his way to the bathroom, he pulls his hair from his eyes. Brushing the strands over his bare shoulder, he sighs as he fiddles for a hair tie in his pocket. He doesn't find one, so he simply pushes the dark strands back from his brow, letting them fall behind him and settle against his bare back. 

You’ve always liked it when his hair is loose anyway. 

Suguru knocks on the bathroom door first. It’s quiet, but you should be able to hear it. When you don’t respond, Suguru frowns and tries again. Knocking gently once more, he swallows as another wave of panic curls in his stomach. 

“Sweetheart?” he tries quietly, voice still rumbling deeply from the slumber he was pulled from. “You’ve been in there a while, honey. Are you alright?” 

Still, you don’t respond. 

You want to. Of course you want to. It’s Suguru, and you don’t want to worry him. 

But the waves of agonizing cramps have stolen your voice. All you can do is sit still and breathe. You feel utterly useless. There’s nothing you can do but control the slow pace of your breaths in a desperate attempt to distract yourself from the crippling sensation radiating from your stomach. 

You want to respond – tell him you’re alright, tell him something, but the agony seals your lips shut. It’s horrible and another wave of tears spill from your tired eyes. You hate it. You wish you would stop crying; it’s not helping and it only makes you feel weak. 

“Baby? I’m gettin’ worried.” 

All you can manage is a sad, weak sound in response. It leaves your lips in more a sob than a hum, and you muffle the tears that shiver through you after. 

“Honey!” Suguru murmurs worriedly, trying to twist the handle of the door, only to curse when he discovers it’s locked. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” 

He shifts on his feet, lifting a hand to pull on the strands on his hair to soothe some of his panic. The sound you manage in response is another broken hum, and it only worsens the thundering pulse of Suguru’s heart. His gut twists as he tries the knob again, as if a few seconds will have changed the status of the lock. 

You whine and Suguru swears his heart cracks. His head presses against the door as his eyes squeeze shut, fist still closed around the handle. 

“Can you open the door f’me, sweetheart?” he murmurs desperately. “‘M really worried about you.” 

Your eyes close, the watery burn rendering them useless as you sniffle. You huff around another breath of pain, pushing your head further into your knees. Trembling softly as your skin flushes, you battle against the waves of agony and the flash of heat that makes you feel sickly. Another wave of nausea ripples in your gut, and you remember how awful you must look. 

Your hair is plastered against your head and your neck and you must look a mess. Wearing a pair of oversized sweats and one of Suguru’s shirts, you feel utterly gross. More than anything you want to open the door and let Suguru take you in his arms. Cuddling into his firm chest and feeling his big arms wrap around you would probably feel nice, but you’re all too aware of how sickly you must look. 

You don’t want him to see you like this: sweaty, messy and sick as you curl in on yourself as you weep through another terrible cramp. You just want to sleep – you want it to stop, everything needs to stop. 

Suguru hums out another question, but you don’t really hear it. It’s not until you hear the lilt of panic in his voice and his voice fiddling with the handle of the door do you manage to find your voice. 

“Sugu…” 

He startles. Head darting up to the door in front of him, Suguru breathes a sigh of relief and chokes out your name. 

“Open the door, darling,” he whispers softly. “Please…” 

You shake your head even though you know he can’t see it. Frowning as you sniffle, you lick your lips to taste salt and the disgusting hint of snot. You’re a mess, and you don’t want him to see you. 

“No, Sugu,” you manage to mutter, head knocking back to rest against the wall as you continue to focus on breathing through your mouth. You visibly shiver through another cramp, this time seizing and whining as it echoes through your legs. 

Suguru bites down on his lip, feeling another sliver of his heart crack at the broken sound of your voice. It pains him, your defeated sigh. He desperately wants to comfort you, to bring you into his chest and kiss your tears away. His hands ache to touch your skin, to feel the warmth he knows by heart. Closing his eyes as he rests his forehead against the wood of the door, Suguru sighs and swallows as he speaks again. 

“Why not?” he murmurs worriedly, voice clipping words from fatigue pulling at his figure. “I need t’know you’re alright, my love.” 

“Don’t wan’ you t’see me.”

Suguru’s head tilts and the lump in his throat swells. Heart clenching sadly, one of his hands lifts to rest on the door, as if he can reach you on the other side if he tries hard enough. He knows he can get through this door if he really wanted. It would be too easy for him to splinter the frame with his strength alone, and he has more than one curse at his disposal that could pick a lock smoothly. 

It’s the sound of your voice that holds him back. 

You’re so… tired. You’re broken whisper echoes through the wooden door with a sad coo, and it makes Suguru’s chest ache. 

“My sweet girl…” Suguru whispers, fingers trailing across the wood like they’re desperate to stroke across your cheek. “Why don’t you want me to see you?” 

You frustratedly sigh, cursing the tears that continue to track down your cheeks. No matter what you do, they keep dripping over your skin in tiny rivulets, staining your face with tracks of dried salt. You wipe them away but they’re quickly replaced by another stream. 

You just want to sleep. 

“I don’t feel good, Sugu,” you sigh tiredly, voice quivering around tears. It’s pathetic – how watery you sound. You wish you were stronger. “I look bad and I don’t want wan’ t’keep you an’ Toru awake.” 

You don’t feel good? He nearly questions. Why didn’t you wake me? 

But all he does is sigh softly, fists clenching against the door. For a moment he contemplates waking Satoru, knowing you probably won’t be able to resist them both. Though, when he turns over his shoulder, Suguru sees the bags beneath his lover’s eyes and the tired slump of his form in their sheets. 

Satoru needs his sleep. It’s difficult enough for him to find slumber when the Six Eyes strains him dry. 

Suguru lets him rest. 

He murmurs your name again, his eyes closing as he continues to rest against the door. 

“I’m in love with you, you know?” Suguru sighs sweetly, his lips lifting slightly to reveal a fond smile. “You could never ‘look bad’ to me, my darling.” 

Shifting on his feet and looking up at the ceiling, his shoulders sag as he worries. What if you don’t open the door? He’s considering settling on the floor with his back against the door when he whispers again. 

“And you don’t need t’worry about keepin’ me awake, alright? I want you t’come to me when you’re not feeling good.” 

He pauses once, dropping his hand from the knob as he breathes. 

“I worry about you, honey,” he finishes. “I just need to know you’re okay.” 

You sniffle, feeling the cramp finally seep away to nothing. They’re not over, you can feel another wave rising from beneath the last, but at least they offer you a single moment to reach up and twist the lock. 

It’s too much for you to handle alone. 

You want to bury yourself in Suguru’s strong arms and weep as the pain shivers through you. If there’s nothing you can do to soothe the agony, then at least you won’t be alone. 

“Okay.”

Suguru hears the lock click. 

Gasping softly, he pulls himself upright and reaches down to grip the handle of the door with a skip of his heart. He was pondering waiting outside the door in the fading light of the moon when you whispered the tired word. His chest aches when he twists the knob, pulling the door open to reveal your figure.

You’re curled on the floor, calves crossed and legs pulled into your chest as you bury your head into your knees. Your arms wrap around yourself, one hand clutching the hot water bottle pressed tightly to your stomach. 

Suguru frowns, his heart thumping sadly as you weep out another broken sound. His entire body aches in a way he cannot describe, physically pained at the choked sounds of agony leaving your lips. He’s already on his knees at your side when you lift your head, looking up at him through your tears and your lip quivering in a way he knows you cannot control. 

He’s never seen you look so hurt. 

“Oh, sweetheart…” he coos quietly, putting the pieces together as you shiver through another wave of crippling cramps, hand squeezing tight around your leg – your period. “You’re not alright.” 

“No,” you weep, shaking your head with watery eyes leaking salty droplets down your cheeks, and you suck in a shaking breath as your fists clench. Your brow furrows as your eyelids squeeze shut, unable to mask the pain as it ripples through you. Suguru’s face softens into an expression of pain, frowning sadly. You have a high pain tolerance for your period cramps – he knows that. You’ve had painful periods your whole life, and he and Satoru have seen you conceal the agony in your features for years. 

This is a knife to his heart. 

You can’t conceal the sweat on your brow, nor the tremble of your fingers and the painful gasp of breath you suck in when the pain returns tenfold. 

“It hurts, Sugu…” 

“I know, I’m sorry,” he whispers sadly, desperately wishing there’s something he can do to stall the agony. “C’mere, honey.”

Suguru’s mouth twists into an expression of pain, and he carefully wraps an arm around your shoulders. Pulling you away from the wall, the dark-haired man maneuvers you into his chest as he sits onto the floor. You twist into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his frame as you weep softly into his bare chest, caring little for the tears that stain his skin. Suguru could care less. He’s far too worried about the expression plastered onto your features and the shiver that trembles through you. 

“How long have you been up?” he whispers as he cradles you in his lap, hand stroking over your hair and strong arm wrapping around you. 

You shake your head and Suguru’s frown deepens – if it’s even possible. 

“Haven’t slept yet.” 

Suguru’s hair falls into his eyes as he leans down to press a gentle kiss between your brows. He stays there, breathing through his noses as he continues to lay tiny kisses to your forehead. His eyes screw shut, hand stroking over your cheek as you bury yourself deeper into his embrace. 

Your skin is warm, flushed with heat and your hair sticks to your forehead in a way Suguru knows must make you feel sickly. He carefully strokes the strands away and kisses the skin beneath with a soft sigh. 

“Have you been awake all night?” he finally whispers, voice deep and quietly sad. “With cramps like this?”

You nod into his chest, wincing again and closing your eyes as you sob through another agonizing cramp. Your legs shake as you tuck them into yourself together, trying desperately to push the hot water bottle deeper into your skin. 

“Oh, baby…” he sighs, leaning back to rest against the wall and pull you back into him. He strokes another hand across your face, thumbing the space between your brows when he sees the way they’re scrunched. “Why didn’t you wake me?” 

You sigh and breathe a few times to steady yourself, slowly loosening your fists when Suguru pries your fingers open to intertwine his own around yours. He pulls your hands into his chest, tucking them by his heart so you can feel the pulse of his heart. He hopes you don’t notice how quick it’s beating. He’s still worried. Suguru cannot help the way his heart lurches when you wince. As if each throb of agony is his own, Suguru buries his face closer to your own, clutching onto your hand and not faltering when you tighten your grip to counter the waves of pain echoing through you. 

“You’ve got work in the morning,” you pant quietly, voice still watery and weak. “And you an’ Toru gotta’ take the kids.” 

“Honey…” he sighs sweetly. “You’re in pain… I want you t’wake me if you’re in pain, sweetheart. No amount of sleep could soothe me if you’re hurt and alone.” 

You manage a hum in response, face still screwed shut and Suguru frowns when you muffle another sob as a cramp seizes you once more. 

“Okay, baby… Okay,” he whispers, rocking you into him a little in an attempt to distract you. Now is not the time for a lecture, he supposes.“You’re alright, darling. You’re gonna be alright.” 

He hates the sound of your tears. 

When you shudder through another agonizing sound, Suguru’s face crumples. He’s never felt so useless. You’re in agony, and he can do nothing to fix it. 

“You took your painkillers?” 

You nod again, weeping into his chest and squeezing his hand tight. 

“Three,” you mumble tiredly, focusing on the feeling of Suguru’s warm, bare chest pressed against your skin. It’s grounding and you don’t want to move. “They aren’t working.”

“How long ago?” 

He doesn't want to pester you with questions, but he’s desperately pulling at strings, hoping one will grant him the solution to your pain. 

“Midnight,” you manage. You wince again, and Suguru peppers kisses along your hairline, gently hushing you. You curl tighter into yourself, desperately huffing as the pain continues to swell higher. It feels like it will break at any moment, but it just… doesn’t. The agony continues to rise, as if there is no limit to its torment. The cramping sensation just comes back again and again, until you’re sure that there’s something wrong. How can a period be so painful? 

“It hurts so bad, Sugu,” you cry, reaching the end of your tether. You’re desperate for the ache to stop, but it feels like there’s no  point of end in sight. “I just want it to stop…” 

Suguru feels his stomach twist, heart crying out in a pattern of your name. He pulls you tighter, a wave of his own tears swelling behind his eyes. Your cries chip at his heart, pieces of his soul falling apart in your agony. He wishes he could do something – use some kind of technique to null the pain, to soothe you, anything. 

“I know, honey,” he soothes, cradling you closer and rubbing his finger over your cheek as he murmurs into your hairline. “I’m sorry I can’t do anything more. I’m sorry I can’t take this from you.” 

You shake your head, clutching him tight as you attempt to focus on your breaths again. Hand wrapped tightly around his own, you try to use his touch as a grounding sensation. Eventually, the lulling motion of his finger over your cheek and his lips at your hairline soothe some of the tension beneath your skin. You relax into his touch despite the continuous waves of cramps still panging through your stomach. 

“Just stay,” you weep, lifting your other hand from your stomach to clutch behind Suguru’s head. You hold onto his neck, burying your fingers in his soft hair and desperately inhale his familiar scent. Suguru is familiar – he’s safe. “Please…”

You don’t have to worry about anything as long as Suguru and Satoru are around. 

“Always, sweetheart,” he whispers against you, dropping the hand at your cheek to press your hot water bottle into your stomach for you. “Always. You don’t have t’ask.” 

 His large hand keeps your bottle in place, spreading across your stomach and rubbing soothing circles into your waist with his thumb. His hand is big enough to settle on your stomach and the fabric of your hot water bottle. 

Suguru hates this. He hates seeing you in pain. He hates that all he can do is sit and press delicate kisses to your hairline as you writhe in agony. It physically pains him to be unable to help – to have to watch as one of the loves of his life suffers. 

Suguru buries his nose into your hair and kisses you once more, whispering sweet words of encouragement and humming in an attempt to distract you. He loves you so much, and he hopes you know that. 

“You’re doing so well, my darling.”  

Eventually, the wave passes, and you limply release your intense grip on his fingers and relax into his hold. It’s a slow process. Finally succumbing to some brief glimpse of exhaustion, you slip loosely into Suguru’s hold and trust him to catch you. There will be another cramp soon, but at least this one is over. You breathe out a sigh and look up at Suguru with tears on your lashes. 

Strands of his dark hair fall into his eyes, and Suguru has never looked more beautiful to you. Sitting on the bathroom floor with you three hours past midnight, no shirt and a loose pair of sweats on his hips (ones he’s not sure are his own), and Suguru has never looked so endearing. The way he looks down at you, bangs dangling in front of his dark eyes and full lips leaning down to kiss your face gently; he’s princely. 

Your heart finally slows to an acceptable pace as Suguru leans down, and you close your eyes as he lays a soft kiss to one of your eyelids. His full lips peck sweetly against one, then he leans away to kiss the other. Your eyes well with tears again, but this time you think they’re for a different reason. 

“Hi,” he whispers sweetly, lips lifting to show you that tiny smile of his that makes your heart do funny things. You’re too tired to offer much more than a sigh and a quirk of your lips, but Suguru is grateful for the expression all the same. 

“Hi, Sugu.” 

“Are you feeling any better?” 

You shake your head, sighing quietly as you shift.

“Not really.”

Suguru frowns again, and you’re tempted to lift your thumbs to pull his lips upwards again. Suguru looks so much prettier when he smiles. 

“I’m sorry, honey,” he whispers. “Do you wanna get off the floor, at least? The bed’s much more comfortable and Toru’s gonna start worrying soon.”

You figure now is the best time to try moving, so you nod. There’s probably only a few minutes between these waves of terrible cramps, so you’ll take the moment you have to get back into bed. 

“M’kay,” you sigh tiredly. Suguru's expression softens for a reason you don’t understand, but the sorcerer fondly smiles as he thinks of the same sound Satoru had made just minutes before. 

“Alright, love. Let’s get you up, alright?”

You nod again, allowing Suguru to unwind his limbs from yours. He softly chuckles when you whine as his fingers unlace from your own, but readjusts his grip to carefully pull you to stand. He holds his other hand out, tenderly helping you stand. 

“Careful…” he whispers. “Go slow, baby.” 

Your head spins as you stand and you lift a hand to press against your temple. The rolling tide of nausea in your stomach had quelled for the time being, but the tremble of your legs is still too apparent. You step forward shakily, reaching out to grasp Suguru’s outstretched hand with a grateful smile. He returns the look with soft eyes and nods sweetly as he allows you to step out of the bathroom first. 

When he’s certain you can stand on your own, Suguru turns over his shoulder to turn off the bathroom light and shut the door. 

But he only gets so far. 

Suddenly, you inhale sharply. Freezing in place, your body curls inwards on itself as a blinding swell of cramps overtakes your form. This one is sharp and crippling, radiating down your legs until even your calves feel weak. Your body is suddenly too hot, and the air is far too cold. Shivers trickle down your spine and you feel that all too familiar bolt of stifling panic strike through your chest. It runs through the entirety of your figure, sizzling beneath your skin and striking each nerve it passes. You feel that terrible curl of your stomach and the waves of oncoming panic filter through you.

You sway on your feet. 

Something’s wrong. And it’s making you panic. 

You open your mouth, lip quivering as you attempt to croak out a plea of Suguru’s name, but nothing comes. Some tired, broken whine leaves your lips instead – a desperate cry for help, for Suguru.

When Suguru turns around, head whipping over his shoulder sharply, he expects to see you headed towards his side of the bed. Instead, he’s met with your body swaying slightly as you pant and shiver. Suguru thinks his heart stops. 

Then your body stills, and you crumple. 

“Baby!” 

Suguru throws himself forward, just managing to grab your figure as it goes limp. He sways, shifting your weight into his arms and panicking as you continue to sink into the floor. Your body is dead weight in his hands, still shivering but cold and unmoving. 

He’s going to be sick. 

His stomach curls as bile spills onto the back of his tongue, and Suguru can hear his heart pound in his ears. The lump is back in his throat, swelling until he can barely suck in a desperate breath to calm his panicked heart. Fuck, he’s never been so scared. 

“Baby, oh fuck!” he cries, voice no longer quiet and delicate. Suguru openly shouts, desperately trying to carefully maneuver you to the floor, but his mind is screaming thousands of things at him at once. All he can hear is the roaring in his eardrums. His eyes scan over your limp figure and Suguru swears his heart cracks. He can feel it; deep within his chest, a splinter finally cleaves open. 

“Oh my god, okay,” Suguru chokes out, carefully cradling you as he sinks to his knees. “You’re alright, okay? I’ve got you, honey.”

He doesn’t know what to do. His heart is pounding and his soul is openly weeping. There are tears welling in his eyes and dragging down the pristine skin of his cheeks. 

Suguru doesn't know what to do. 

“Okay,” he whispers frightfully. “Okay…”

You’re laying on your back, facing the ceiling, and the way your blank expression stares back at him makes him nauseous. 

“Sweetheart?” he calls carefully, brushing a hand over your cheek to push hair away from your face. “Baby, c’mon…” 

You don’t respond. There’s not even a twitch in your brow or a flick of your fingers. You’re unconscious. Suguru’s heart accelerates again, pounding until he thinks it might burst from his bony rib cage. He turns over his shoulder with a broken cry, calling for the one person he so urgently needs. 

“Satoru!” 

His voice is panicked, shouted with a guttural cry and he thinks it might echo through the house, but Suguru vaguely hopes he doesn't wake the kids. 

“Satoru, wake up!”

But Satoru is already awake. 

Lurching forward in the bed, the Six Eyes user is already throwing the sheets away from his legs as he scans the room. His technique is activated, and Suguru can feel the familiar curtain of Infinity wrap around his body. 

“Suguru?” Satoru calls as he stands, his body tense and prepared to fight. “What happened? Are you alright?” 

Suguru doesn’t have the chance to respond, because Satoru steps forward and his crystalline eyes find his lover’s hunched figure crouched in the doorway of the bathroom, bent over the body of their wife. You’re limp on the floor, hair sprawled out beneath you as Suguru cradles your head and glances up at his partner with desperate, fearful eyes. 

Satoru thinks he’s dying. 

It’s the only possible explanation for the lack of oxygen in his lungs and the stuttered pulse of his heart. His legs wane at his knees, nearly propelling him into the floor, but Satoru manages to keep himself upright as he throws his hands forward to brace himself on the bathroom doorway. 

“What…?” Satoru whispers breathily, voice uncharacteristically quiet – uncharacteristically weak. “What happened?” 

His Six Eyes are activated, flickering over every crevice of your form. They’re urgent, desperate to find the source of your pain. When they find nothing, Satoru swallows back a sound of desperation. 

“She passed out,” Suguru whispers plainly, panic evident in the quiver of his voice. “She started her period early, Toru. She’s in so much pain…”

Satoru feels his knees wane again. His heart can’t take much more of this. She’s in pain? His soul cries. 

“She’s been laying on the bathroom floor crying,” his lover mumbles, stroking a hand over your cheekbone as a tear drips into his mouth. “I shouldn’t have asked her t’get up – she was weak and I didn’t think –”

“Suguru.” 

The dark-haired sorcerer stops. Lifting his head to stare up at Satoru, Suguru frowns. 

“This isn’t your fault, Suguru,” Satoru whispers, trying desperately to keep himself calm. His heart is in his throat and his pulse roars, but he cannot allow himself to weaken. Suguru needs him – you need him. 

“She’s not waking up…”

Satoru sucks in a breath, his hands curling into the doorframe and gripping the wood until he thinks it will splinter beneath his grip. And it might. Satoru has to be mindful of the strength he uses. 

‘She’s not waking up.’ The phrase echoes through his head until it’s the only thing he can process. You’re not waking up. His wife isn’t waking up. 

“Is she…” Satoru doesn't even know if he can say what he wants to know – what he needs to know. The words make him ill. “Is she breathing?” 

Suguru chokes out a desperate sound. He hadn’t even considered…

And he doesn't want to. 

His hand seizes one of yours, wrapping tightly around your fingers as he pulls it into his chest as he did before. He pleads for you to wake up and feel his heart pulse against your fingers again, just as you had minutes ago. He delicately thumbs over your pulse point, hand sliding down your neck where he cradles your cheek. 

Suguru openly weeps when the thumping beat of your heart races beneath his fingers in greeting. 

“Yeah…” he sobs out weakly, pushing his forehead into your chest. “Yeah, she’s breathing.” 

Satoru sags in relief.

“Okay,” he covers his mouth with one of his palms, trying to suppress the broken sound that nearly leaves him. “Okay, that’s good.” 

Before either man can ascertain what to do, there's rustling at the doorway. It’s a quiet sound, just a soft coo and the creak of the door as it slides open. Satoru’s head whips around, his fingers twitching to activate his technique when he falters. 

Because seven year old Fushiguro Megumi stands in the doorway: his son. 

Megumi’s clutching a plush dog, one that looks remarkably familiar to his Divine Dogs. The soft, dark fur is cradled in his hands as he hugs the stuffed animal to his chest. The plush nearly conceals him entirely, and his dark, spiky hair pokes out over the red mark on the dog’s forehead. It’s a matching toy – the dark one was a gift from Suguru while the white counterpart came from Satoru. They were presents (custom-made plushies) ordered by his fathers when Megumi successfully summoned his Divine Dogs for the first time. 

Satoru still whines when Megumi prefers the dark stuffed animal to the white one. But Satoru doesn't know that Megumi snuggles the alabaster-coated dog when he’s gone on long missions. The boy barely goes anywhere without it until his father comes home. 

“What’s goin’ on?” Megumi tiredly mumbles, one of his hands lifting to rub at his eyes as he yawns. His too big shirt, one of Satoru’s shirts from their youth, hangs over his frame and covers his knees. You were the one to tuck your son into bed last night, and Satoru doesn’t have the moment to fondly think of his boy asking to wear one of his dad’s shirts to bed. 

Satoru sucks in a quiet breath, quickly glancing over his shoulder at Suguru. His husband is still on the bathroom floor, bent over your unconscious figure, but he looks up at Satoru with a silent nod. He’s alright. You’re alright. 

Satoru sighs and turns back to Megumi, suddenly glad the ensuite bathroom is hidden from the doorway to their bedroom. He doesn't want Megumi to see his mother unconscious, or his fathers’ panic. He doesn’t want Megumi to see him scared. Satoru is his father – he needs to show his son that everything is going to be alright. 

Swallowing down his tempered fear, Satoru tries to conceal the quiver of his voice when he responds to his son. 

“It’s –” Satoru stops. He can’t say ‘it’s nothing.’ Because it’s not nothing; and he won’t lie to his son. “It’s alright, Megumi.”

That’s what he decides to say instead. Satoru breathes through his nose deeply as he tries not to turn back over his shoulder to check on you again. 

“Mama’s just having some cramps, she’ll be okay.” 

Megumi nods. He knows what Satoru means, because Geto Suguru would be damned before he raised a son that thinks menstruation was ‘gross.’ Megumi doesn’t know everything – he’s still a kid, afterall. He does know, however, that his mother is plagued with terrible pain once a month, and that it’s completely natural to talk about it. 

Megumi toddles on his feet, the fatigue of the early morning hour making him uncharacteristically soft. He’s usually quite stoic for a kid, exhibiting the same, blank sort of look impassively. But no matter how quiet, you and the boys are well-adept at deciphering your kid’s feelings by now. 

With sleep tugging at his eyes, Megumi paws at his tired lids and yawns sweetly. Shifting his balance again, the boy looks up at Satoru with a tiny, sweet frown.

“Mama’s hurting?” he pouts, bottom lip sticking out slightly. His fists tighten around his stuffed dog, eyes shifting around Satoru to try to get a glimpse of you. Fortunately, Suguru has already readjusted you in his arms and you’re both hidden in the ensuite bathroom. 

“Yeah…” Satoru coughs to conceal the tremor of his voice. “Yeah, Mama’s hurting a little. But she’s strong, remember? She’ll be alright, her cramps will go away soon.” 

He doesn’t know if his words are an attempt to convince Megumi or himself. 

 From behind Satoru, Suguru strokes another thumb over your cheekbone. He inhales a shaking breath as he feels the frightful warmth of your skin. 

“C’mon…” he whispers in the tiny space that separates you. “Wake up, sweetheart. Let me see those pretty eyes again.” 

Swallowing thickly, Suguru’s throat bobs as a tear begins to leak down his cheek. 

“Please.” 

He’s lost. Suguru doesn’t know what to do other than count the seconds since you’ve gone still in his arms. Each one feels longer than the last, but Suguru continues to count them. He doesn’t know why he does it. Perhaps some part of him thinks there is a certain point at which he’ll need to call for help. Is there a distinct period of time that has to pass before you need medical attention? 

Suguru curses himself for not paying enough attention to Shoko’s basic first-aid lessons. 

Satoru’s head flicks over his shoulder, crystalline-blue eyes finding your face as his heart clenches again. He’s conflicted. More than anything, he wants to drop to his knees at your side, just as Suguru has. He wants to clutch your remaining hand and feel the pulse of your heart as a reminder that you’re still there – still breathing. His heart hurts; torn between lingering at your side and comforting his son.

But then Satoru remembers the way you look at your kids. He recalls the fond crease of your eyes when you beam down at them, smiles shining and hands drawing them into you for an embrace. You love your kids more than anything, even though you’ve only had them for a few years now. Even though they’re not your biological kids, even though they’re not babies, and despite not even wanting children before them; they’re your pride and joy. 

Satoru finds the strength within him to smile fondly. He knows you would be pushing him in Megumi’s direction if you had any semblance of consciousness right now. 

Satoru tries not to frown at the reminder of your state. 

Turning on his feet, Satoru steps away from the door, even as his heart cries out for him to return to your side. The remainder of his heart calls for his son – his boy, who is beginning to worry about his mother. It’s evident in the way Megumi shifts on his feet, fiddling with the soft fur of his stuffed pup. 

When Satoru drops to his knees in front of Megumi, he spreads his arms wide in an invitation. He doesn’t expect Megumi to accept; he rarely does. Satoru is affectionate, it’s a sentiment clear as day, and Megumi usually prefers to avoid physical touch. He’s shy that way. 

So Satoru is fondly surprised when Megumi toddles tiredly on his feet as he leans into his father’s embrace. Wrapping his arms tight around his son, Satoru stands from the floor with his heart beginning to return to a normal pace. Having Megumi in his arms is a comfort that soothes some of his rampaging nerves. The knowledge that the rest of his family is safe is a notion that eases some of the tension in his shoulders. Satoru knows he won’t find sleep for the rest of the night if he doesn’t peek into the girl’s room later to ensure they’re sleeping peacefully. 

“It’s alright, Gumi,” Satoru whispers softly, stroking a hand through the spiky strands of the boy’s hair. Megumi rests his head on Satoru’s shoulder with a sigh. “Why did you wake up so early, bud?” 

Megumi wraps an arm around Satoru’s neck, the other still cradling his pup between them. He closes his eyes and sighs sleepily once more as he mumbles in response. 

“Heard Dad yell,” he tiredly whispers. He fiddles with a strand of Satoru’s white hair before he sheepishly continues. “I was scared…”

Satoru tries his hardest not to tease the boy. He knows it’s in his nature to make light of situations with humor, but Satoru also understands that this, perhaps, is not the time. Despite wanting to make Megumi feel better by laughing off the problem, Satoru also remembers the horrible strike of panic that had bolted through him when he heard Suguru yell. 

Waking up to Suguru crying out for you as you collapsed was horrifying, and Satoru can only imagine how frightening it was for Megumi. 

“Oh Gumi, I’m sorry,” Satoru whispers, rocking on his feet in an attempt to comfort the boy. Even though Megumi isn’t a baby, Satoru cannot help the instinctive sway of his feet as he runs a hand through his hair. “Dad didn’t mean to shout, pup. He was just worried about Mom.” 

Megumi nods softly, snuggling closer to Satoru’s chest in a way that makes the father’s heart ache. 

“Can I… Can I help?” Megumi quietly questions, words spoken only for his father to hear. “Mom always makes me feel better when I’m sick.” 

Megumi mumbles something else; something that sounds like ‘don’t wan’ mom t’feel bad,’ but it’s muffled into Satoru’s neck and he barely catches it. 

Satoru smiles despite the panic still roaring in his chest. The way Megumi calls you ‘mom’ and Suguru ‘dad’ has always made him a little emotional. It took more than a year for Megumi to truly grow comfortable in your makeshift family, but eventually the boy’s cautious exterior melted away into what he really was: a kid looking for a home – a family. He was abandoned for God’s sake, Satoru knows the kid was guarded when he found him. And he had every right to be. 

But in just a few short years, Megumi has begun to call Tsumiki and the twins his sisters and on rare occasions, he’ll call Satoru his father. However, he knows those nights will always end in Satoru smothering him with affections and playful teases so he refrains from doing it often. Satoru does not take offense; he knows Megumi is shy. 

“Yeah, she takes good care of us, huh?” Satoru murmurs fondly as he rubs a hand over his son’s back. 

Before Satoru can reassure Megumi further, he’s interrupted when Suguru lets out a relieved sound over his shoulder. It’s a strange sort of combination of a sob and a gasp, but Satoru hears it all the same. 

“Sweetheart…?” Satoru hears Suguru call, voice brighter but still wavering through the short syllables. 

There’s a muffled sound of shuffling, then a groan and a cough before Suguru is concealing his tears in your neck. 

Satoru exhales with relief, shoulders sagging as his eyes slide shut. He rubs a hand over Megumi’s back in the hopes the boy doesn’t see the fear slowly seeping from his father. 

Inside the bathroom, Suguru clutches your hand tight to his chest, squeezing it thankfully and burying his face in your neck as he bends over you. Blinking slowly, you huff a choked breath and shakily reach upwards to lay your palm over Suguru’s head. Tangling your fingers in the mess of loose, dark hair you sigh deeply through your mouth. It’s a relief to feel Suguru bent over you; his weight presses into your chest and grounds you as you come back to consciousness. Though you’re still dizzy and a bit panicked, the feeling is beginning to leech from your limbs like poison from a wound. 

Waking up was startling, and there’s a lingering sense of fear buzzing beneath your skin. It frightens you, and you clutch tightly onto Suguru with a tremble. The pain still twists in your stomach, but it’s nothing compared to how you felt before you passed out. 

“Suguru…” 

His name comes out in a sort of pleading cry, not unlike a frightened child, but you cannot help the way you long for his comfort. Tears leak from your eyes, another wave of salt that you find you cannot control. 

Suguru responds to your call with a sweet coo, pressing a wet kiss to the skin of your throat and rumbling deep within his chest to reassure you that he’s still there. Brushing your hair from your eyes, Suguru leans away to peck your temple and stare down at you with relief painted across his features. 

“You’re alright, honey. ‘S okay,” he whispers warmly, soothing the tension in your brow and brushing your tears away. When your eyes crack open, staring up at him with waning fear and confusion, Suguru huffs a laugh and smiles widely. “Hey, pretty girl.” 

 Your lips quiver upwards into a sort of sad smile, but Suguru is happy to see it despite the exhaustion in your features. Squeezing his hand, you look up at the dark-haired sorcerer as his hair falls into his eyes. 

“Wha’ happened?” 

Suguru looks over his shoulder, mouthing something you can’t hear, but you know he must be talking to Satoru. The muffled sound of his voice barely reaches your ears as you wade through the stream of your consciousness. You fight to keep Suguru in focus, and fortunately manage to cling to the waking world as sounds finally return to your senses. Something that sounds like “she’s alright, Toru,” rings through the bathroom, and then there’s the sound of Satoru replying but you can’t hear it. Your heart calls out for your other husband, and you squeeze Suguru’s hand in question. 

“You passed out, darling,” Suguru looks back down at you with a sad smile. He hushes you when you wiggle, trying to sit upright. “Careful, love, careful. You scared the shit out of me, you know?” 

Shooting him a sorry glance, you allow Suguru to gently lift you to a seated position every so slowly. He leans you against him, his thick thighs on either side of your hips as he lets you rest against his chest. You nod slowly as he delicately pulls your hair from your face and wraps his arms around you. 

“Sorry.”

Suguru shakes his head with a hum. 

“Don’t apologize, baby,” he whispers. “I’m just glad you’re awake. Are you feeling alright? How’s the pain?”

You slouch into his chest, wrapping your arms around your waist and nodding as your eyes slide shut. 

“‘S not so bad. Where’s Toru?”

Suguru’s heart clenches sweetly, feeling warmed by your desire for Satoru. He adores the two of you with his entire being, and watching both of you always strikes a fond chord within his chest.

“He’s taking care of Gumi,” Suguru murmurs, looking down at you with a lovesick expression you cannot see. When you sit up straighter, Suguru accommodates your position with a scooch of his hips and his arm falling into your lap. 

“Gumi’s awake?”

“Yeah,” your husband responds quietly. “I think he heard me shout when you fell. He came in a few minutes ago, and Satoru’s comforting him.”

Suguru sounds a little guilty when he mentions his outburst. He’s not embarrassed by any means; it was a cry shouted in overwhelming fear, so he feels no bashfulness for the tone of his voice. He does, however, feel guilty that he managed to wake his son in the process. 

“He’s worried about you, I think.”

We all are, he almost finishes. 

You sag into Suguru’s chest, weight sinking into the warmth of his bare skin as you slide your hand over the arm that is wrapped around you. Just as you begin to speak, Satoru peeks his head through the doorway. His body is twisted, obscuring Megumi’s view inside the bathroom. When he finds your gaze, Satoru visibly softens. 

“Hey, sweet girl,” Satoru rumbles, a fond smile spreading across his features. “You feeling alright?”

You nod tiredly, resting your head against Suguru’s clavicle.

“That’s good. We were really worried, honey.” 

Your sigh through your nose, trying to give him an apologetic look, but the fatigue is beginning to pull your eyelids downwards. Satoru’s gaze softens even further, if at all possible, and he continues. 

“Can Megumi come in? He’s worried about you,” Satoru reiterates his partner’s words, clearly holding the boy against his chest as he speaks. 

You’re about to nod, more than happy to cuddle with your son, when Suguru interrupts. Stroking a hand over your hip, the long-haired sorcerer hums. 

“Let us come out, love,” he responds, already beginning to shift you in his lap. “We can talk about this in bed. I think everyone’s a little tired right now.” 

You nod in agreement, feeling the ache of your muscles cry out for rest. Your arm trembles weakly when you lift your hand, and you frown at the lack of strength in your limbs. Suguru hushes you sweetly as he shifts you to sit upright as he stands. 

“You’re exhausted, baby. It’s normal.” 

Satoru murmurs his agreement on the other side of the doorway, already beginning to step away to set Megumi in the middle of your massive bed. He ensures the boy is comfortable as he stands upright, stretching his shoulders and turning to watch as Suguru hoists you up onto his hips slowly. Satoru figured he wasn’t going to let you walk after what happened the first time you tried. 

Suguru’s hand is carefully cradling your head and the other wraps beneath your hips, keeping you stable and pressed against his big frame. The sorcerer is incredibly strong from the years of exorcizing curses and teaching students, so carrying you to the bed, despite your muffled protests, is an easy venture. 

Setting you on the bed gently, you shift quickly to face Megumi as you lay back against the sheets. You nestle quickly into Suguru’s previous place in bed, already reaching out for your son as he nuzzles forward to latch onto your front. 

“Hey, hun,” you whisper kindly, brushing dark strands from Megumi’s eyes. “What’s going on, Gumi?”

The boy looks up at you, still clutching his Divine Dog plush, and frowns. Your head tilts in confusion, and you watch as Megumi makes himself comfortable in your arms, cuddling close to your stomach and closing his eyes. You don’t protest, heart warming sweetly as the boy snuggles close. He doesn’t usually cuddle like this, so you’ll take every opportunity to hug him as you can. 

“Dad said you’re feeling bad,” he mumbles into the stuffed dog now pressed between you. “‘M gonna make you feel better. Like you do when I’m sick.” 

You smile. Heart full, your eyes slide shut as you lean forward to press a gentle kiss to the tired boy’s forehead. He mumbles something else, but he’s fading fast. Soon he’s lost to slumber, and he snoozes peacefully in your embrace. 

“Thank you, Megumi,” you whisper as you press another soft kiss to your son’s forehead. Looking up at Satoru with tears brimming in your eyes, you find the white-haired sorcerer is already looking at you. There’s fondness spilling from his smile and a sweet gentleness in his expression, and he looks utterly lovesick. 

“Hey,” Satoru murmurs. 

“Hi.” 

The Six Eyes user steps away for a moment, nodding at Suguru who whispers that he’s going to step out to get you water and your medicine. Satoru knows he’s also going to check in on the girls, so he gives Suguru a smile and a peck on the cheek as he slides around the bed to your back. 

When Satoru climbs into the silken sheets, he immediately presses his bare chest into your back and wraps his strong arms around you and his son. Pressing his soft lips to the nape of your neck, he pulls you and Megumi into his chest as he relaxes. You feel the familiar tingle of Infinity wrap around you and smile tiredly. Satoru is always protecting you and your family. The technique easily wraps around you and Megumi in addition to Satoru, and you know the sorcerer will easily adapt it to cover Suguru soon too. 

That’s just Satoru; he’s always looking out for his family. 

When you sigh deeply and snuggle back into your husband, Satoru presses another gentle kiss to your neck and you feel him shake. 

“Toru?”

The man shivers again, and when you shift, turning slightly to see his face, your face crumples as you find tears leaking from Satoru’s eyes. He looks utterly relieved, but his mouth still twitches in a sad sort of way and his sky-blue eyes shimmer with salty tears. For all his silly teasing and childlike humor, Satoru rarely looks so… scared. He’s always so strong – the strongest. But there are truly rare circumstances in which Gojo Satoru is confronted with true fear. 

Circumstances in which he remembers how vulnerable his family can be. 

“Oh, Satoru…”

Satoru buries his face in your neck again, concealing his tears as he calms down. 

“I was so worried, baby. Oh my God,” he mutters into your skin. “I woke up and you were on the floor and Sugu was crying…” 

You pull his hands tighter around you, careful not to wake Megumi. Stroking gentle circles into the muscle of his forearms, you coo a soft sound to soothe him. 

“‘M alright now. Just a little bit of pain, it’s mostly gone.”

Satoru nods, clinging to your back as he finally grounds himself through the gentle touch of your fingers on his skin. He pulls you closer, seeming as though he’s trying to fuse his body to yours with how tight he binds himself to you. It’s the soft contact of your skin against his that soothes the beat of his heart and loosens the tension of his muscles. The tingly feeling that lingers on his skin where you press into him leaves trails of prickled nerves in their wake, as if physical contact between your bare skin incites a biological reaction beneath his flesh. 

With you in his arms, tightly wrapped in his embrace where he can feel the pulse of your heart against his chest, Satoru finds serenity. 

You’re here. And you’re safe. 

Satoru chews on his lip as he sighs. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers, tucking his chin into your neck and dropping a hand to rub his palm over the side of your stomach. It’s uncanny, you think, that he already knows exactly where it hurts without you mentioning it. Satoru pays far more attention than people give him credit for. “I’m sorry I can’t do anything more to take it away.” 

You shake your head, fatigued eyes closing as you focus on the feeling of Satoru’s big hands and the gentle circles he massages into you. 

Satoru continues in a voice uncharacteristically weak for the Strongest. 

“You were… alone and in pain,” he mumbles, guilt seeping into his tone as he frowns. “And I didn’t even know – we didn’t.” 

Satoru carefully pulls your hair away from your neck to press a kiss to your bare shoulder and then one more against the skin of your throat. He inhales a wave of your familiar scent and flutters his eyes closed as he sinks into your back. 

“I don’t want you to suffer alone, my love.” 

You stroke a contemplative finger over his arm, humming quietly as you shift Megumi in your arms. 

“Okay, Toru,” you whisper as you find the mirth in your exhausted figure to tease him. “You want me to wake you up at the ass crack of dawn when I’ve got cramps?” 

Satoru muffles a small chuckle into your neck and you enjoy the feeling of his chest shaking with the feeling. 

“Yeah, baby. Even then. Especially then.” 

You huff a breath of laughter through your nose, only stopping when you swiftly inhale as another cramp seizes your abdomen. It’s strong, but nothing like the ones you were having earlier. You can manage these. Satoru leans up on his elbow when you stiffen, lifting his other hand to check the hot water bottle Suguru had returned to your stomach. 

When Satoru pulls the bottle away, his brow furrows and he hisses when he finds faint hints of inflamed skin where you’ve pressed it too tight to your belly. It’s too hot and too close, he realizes. It’s burning you. 

Satoru nearly sits upright quickly, his frame leaning over yours as he gasps faintly. 

“Honey…” He’s on the verge of scolding you, but he sees the way you wince through another cramp and decides against it. Satoru looks back down at the hot water bottle and the way you clutch it tightly to combat the waves of throbbing in your belly. 

“This is burning you,” he states it obviously. 

“Hmm,” you respond in agreement. “Feels nice.” 

Satory looks down at you with pain in his features, face twisted into a frown and his crystalline eyes a shade duller. 

“Baby, it’s hurting you – How can…?” 

Satoru trails off. He thinks about how terribly you must have been aching to continue pressing something that was burning you into your skin. How agonizing were your cramps that the pain of the burn was comforting? 

Satoru lays back down, a frown on his lips as he wraps his arm back around you and lays his palm over the hot water bottle. If you’re going to keep it pressed into your skin, then he can make sure it doesn’t get too warm by leaving his hand against it.

“My god, baby… I’m so sorry,” he whispers. He can’t even comprehend how agonizing this must be for you. Satoru kisses your nape again. He apologizes again, and you almost miss the silly Satoru who would typically be teasing you right now. “I’m sorry I can’t do anything.” 

You yawn, finally feeling exhaustion begin to drag you beneath the slow, rocking waves of slumber. Pushing yourself deeper into your husband’s embrace and squeezing your son tight once more, you sigh out a few more words before you finally sink into sleep’s warm hands. 

“You are doing something,” you murmur, pulling his hand up to your mouth to kiss it tiredly. “You’re here, Satoru. I don’t think I can do this alone anymore.” 

When Suguru climbs back into bed on Megumi’s other side, he kisses the fond smile on Satoru’s lips and teases his partner about the stars in his eyes. The crystalline-eyed sorcerer refutes Suguru’s quip by reaching out to gently slap his bicep, but it’s all in mirthful adoration. Suguru leans over to press a tender kiss to your sleeping brow and then one to his son’s, before he settles behind Megumi and sighs contentedly. 

“She’s sleeping?” Suguru whispers, voice barely carried through the quiet night. He stares down at your face, the peaceful expression on your lips far more comforting than the limp, placid look of unconsciousness he remembers. Satoru watches his husband watch you, adoration swelling in his heart like an ebbing tide. Unbound by all but the moon, Satoru swears his heart only grows fonder each time he truly takes in his partners. 

“She’s sleeping,” he confirms sleepily, still staring up at Suguru with warmth in his chest. 

“Good.” 

Suguru’s response is sighed out thankfully, his shoulders deflating with the tension easing away from his muscle. He wraps his arms around Megumi and pulls himself closer to the boy, smiling when he easily cuddles into his father. Not often does Suguru have the opportunity to snuggle his son, so he eagerly grins as Megumi’s sleeping form curls near. 

“She’s early,” Satoru mentions plainly from across Suguru. “She wasn’t supposed to start until next week.”

The dark-haired sorcerer nods, recalling the date he marked in his phone. He and Satoru both kept track; it was easier that way. At this point, though, Suguru is certain he doesn't need his calendar to know these things. Your anniversary is ingrained in his memory, as is every one of your important dates. The three of you have spent more than a decade together, this kind of instinct was certain to develop at some point or another. 

“Yeah,” Suguru sighs. He twists slowly to glance tiredly at the clock on his bedside. “She took some painkillers at midnight, can you write that down? If she wakes again she can take some more.” 

Satoru nods, a hand already reaching for his phone on the nightstand behind him. It was second-nature to jot down the time you took medication. You always tried to keep track yourself, but sometimes noting the time slipped your mind, and you were left trying to recall the last time you took them. Satoru easily adds the time to his notes, and marks the date in his calendar to adjust your future schedule later. He checks that there’s still a bottle of your preferred painkiller in his nightstand drawer and a granola bar to eat when you take them. 

When he sets the phone down, he looks back over at Suguru, who sleepily stares down at your sleeping face. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, but Satoru can see where Suguru has slid his around yours, pressing two of his fingers into the pulse point of your wrist. 

He’s counting your heartbeats – making sure you’re still breathing. Because Suguru remembers the way you crumpled all too clearly. 

Sighing a shaking breath as he familiarizes himself with the gentle thump of your lifeline, Satoru slides a hand around you and his son, and he lays it across his lover with a sad smile. Suguru looks up with tired eyes, the dark bags beneath his lashes barely visible in the night hour. They match the ones beneath your eyes and probably Satoru’s too. 

“Hey,” Satoru mumbles. “She’s alright, Sugu.” 

Suguru nods, finally sinking into the mattress and pressing a final kiss to Megumi’s hair as he makes himself comfortable. Satoru does the same, delicately squeezing the hand still wrapped around yours and cradled sweetly at your chest. 

“We’re alright,” Suguru confirms, eyes finally sinking closed as he falls back asleep with part of his family in his embrace. “We’re alright.” 

In the morning, you awake to two Divine Dogs guarding the foot of your bed. The white one sits with its side pressed against the dark one, and both face the bedroom door. You awake alone in bed, but you can hear distant voices quietly chatting in the hall. The little pups’ ears are perked upwards, diligently listening to the conversation outside. 

When you sit up, the white one flips his head over his shoulder, happily sticking his tongue out in a joyful expression. He pants and his tail thumps against the floor as you beckon him closer. 

“Good morning, pup,” you laugh as it wiggles excitedly when you scratch behind his ears. The dark-coated one quickly follows soon after, eagerly joining his brother for scratches. “What are you two doin’ here?” 

The pups tilt their heads with that silly, tongue-out expression, as if communicating their eagerness. You stifle your laughter and carefully stand from the sheets, making your way into the kitchen with the dogs on your heels. 

When you enter the living space, you find Suguru on the couch with the twins on either side of his lap. They’re eagerly leaning over one of Suguru’s books, excitedly murmuring amongst themselves as their father reads aloud. It’s one of his novels, and you chuckle knowing that the girls were probably the ones to pick it out for him to read. 

Tsumiki is at the table, leaning over some kind of puzzle, and her brother is at her side. She looks up as you come in, offering you a gentle smile and a nod before she goes back to her puzzle. Megumi sits on his knees in the chair, spiky hair unkempt as always and a look of concentration on his face. 

Before you can speak, Satoru is pressed against your back, greeting you with a gentle hum.

“G’morning, sweetheart,” he coos, pecking your cheek and sliding a croissant into your hands and holding a glass of water in his other. “Eat up. You can take some medicine when you’re done.” 

He always makes sure you eat before you take your medicine. Your heart thumps happily beneath your ribs, and you smile in return, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips and thanking him. 

“Thanks, love.” 

Satoru hums and slides his free hand over your waist to squeeze your hip. He opens his mouth to say something, but the twins interrupt him. They gasp, standing from Suguru’s lap and eagerly racing over to greet you. 

Suguru chuckles, but still gently chides them as they race into the kitchen. 

“Careful!” 

Nanako and Mimiko crash into your hips with eager sounds, each grabbing you around the waist and crying out.

“Mama!” They cry worriedly, scrambling to hug you as they bury their faces in your legs. They start pushing you towards the couch with little hands, earnestly murmuring things you cannot make out. You look up at Satoru with a confused furrow of your brow, and your husband only chuckles and holds his hands up in a gesture of ‘i’ve got nothing to do with this.’ 

When you reach the couch, the girls scramble to make you sit beside Suguru, who is all too eager to wrap an arm around your shoulders to accommodate your arrival. 

“Good morning,” he hums as he pecks your temple. 

Nanako is already sliding a blanket into your lap as Mimiko climbs onto the couch, depositing herself at your side and snuggling into you. 

“Good morning,” you respond, watching with a fond smile as the girls make themselves comfortable in your lap. “What’s all this?” 

Suguru chuckles, reaching out to gently ruffle Nanako’s hair as she smiles. The girl looks up at her father with a beaming grin and snuggles closer to you when you wrap an arm around her to keep her stable. Your husband leans closer with a smile, murmuring quietly for only you to hear. 

“Megumi told them you were sick last night,” he fondly whispers. “I think it worried them.” 

Your head tilts in an expression of tenderness, and you give Suguru a knowing look before you lean down to kiss both your girls on the forehead. 

“Good morning, girls,” you rumble happily. “I’m alright, sweethearts. Megumi and your dads took very good care of me.”

Mimiko wiggles closer, snuggling into you and her sister with big, worried eyes. 

“Really?” her tiny voice murmurs. “Megumi-nii said you were hurting.” 

You can almost hear the pout in her voice without looking down at her. Giggling happily, you stroke a hand over her head and squeeze her close. 

“He even brought out his puppies!” Nanako quickly adds, squirming as he attempts to find the two Divine Dogs. “He said we couldn’t come in to see you because you needed to rest.” 

The two Shikigami have already returned to their owner, sitting on either side of Megumi’s chair with wagging tails and their tongues still sticking out. The boy is absentmindedly petting one while he focuses on the puzzle, shyly avoiding your gaze as if embarrassed. 

Your heart clenches sweetly again, and you turn to look at Satoru with a knowing smile. The sorcerer returns the look as he steps into the kitchen for your painkillers, ruffling Megumi’s hair as he goes. The boy lets out a muffled sound of discontent, but he doesn’t fix his messy strands. 

“Did he? That’s very sweet of him.” 

You and Suguru do not mention the faint pinkness of Megumi’s round cheeks. 

When you lean into Suguru’s side, the croissant in your hand warm like your lover’s body heat, you sigh happily. The cramps are a faint memory now, even though you know they’ll return soon. For now, you can savor the warmth of your family. 

“You’re taking the day off then, I suppose,” you look up at Suguru with an arched brow. Suguru smiles, leaning his head into yours to rest there. 

“Yeah,” he sighs, cuddling close to you and the twins. “We all are.” 

You suppose you can deal with the consequences of their unscheduled departure from work and school later… You’re far too warm and content now. When Satoru returns, sliding a glass of water into your empty hand and two painkillers into your other, he patiently waits as you take the pills. Then he sets the glass on the side table beside the mug of raspberry leaf tea he brewed for your cramps,  and then he eagerly dives into the limited space left on the couch. 

Scrambling into the twins’ space, Nanako and Mimiko giggle happily as Satoru presses kisses over their faces and squirms onto the couch. He plops Mimiko into his lap so he can sit at your side, laughing when the girls squeal happily. As you settle, you see Megumi look up from the table, shyly glancing away from his sister. Tsumiki gives him a knowing look as she climbs from her chair and eagerly walks over to Suguru. 

Suguru is too happy to allow her the tiny portion of space on his other side, and Tsumiki slides onto the couch, her side pressed tight to Suguru’s. She offers you a good morning and laughs when the twins attempt to squirm away from Satoru’s tickling fingers. 

Eventually Megumi stands from his place at the table, looking over at the couch as he debates something internally. A moment later, he stands in front of Suguru, shyly shifting on his feet as he looks at the only empty space on the couch. 

Megumi doesn’t need to say anything, because Suguru is already lifting the boy into his lap with a smile. Saving his son the embarrassment of shyly asking for the affection he usually avoids, Suguru chuckles as he deposits the last member of his family into his lap. 

“We could all use a day off,” he murmurs into your temple as he kisses you sweetly. 

You sigh happily, soaking in the warmth of the morning sun and the laughter of your family. 

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” 

The moment is only interrupted when Megumi’s Divine Dogs, only pups at this age, launch themselves onto the couch, eager to join the snuggles. The seven of you dissolve into laughter as you try to maneuver the excited puppies, and you can’t ask for anything else. 

“Megumi!” You laugh, trying to brush white dog hair from your face. “Control your summons!” 

The boy only laughs happily as the dark-coated puppy wiggles into his lap. 

No, he doesn’t think he will. 

bonus:

gojo, looking down at reader and geto: you're so cute and pretty

reader, sleepily: I could beat the shit out of you

geto, nodding along: she could

gojo, lovingly: I know

a/n: no I am not back to writing just yet :')) I wrote this in a pain induced haze while having some terrible cramps so if you have terrible periods like me, this one is for you! this is purely based on my experience with cramps, and everyone is different, but I just wanted to write something for me :") I've never passed out but I've felt like it and I know it's super scary so I hope this can provide some comfort for you if you need it <3

ALSO this was written as comfort for jjk 236 :'))) bc everyone in this fic deserved better and I refuse to acknowledge canon

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