𝕔𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤
𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖…hdcs, fluff, nsfw
𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤...his favorite cuddles, how he cuddles you at night and after sex cuddles
𝕔/𝕨… cock warming, mentions of blood, squirting
favorite cuddles; After work Kento loves you undressing him and pulling him into the sofa for some much needed cuddles. He likes to lay down and stretch out with you on top of him. So he can hold you close.
sleep cuddles; Kento loves the classic big spoon and little spoon. Do you need his arm holding you close, and your back against his chest so you feel protected from the world? You got it!
after sex cuddles; Only happen after getting cleaning up, he likes to make out, and kiss you wherever he can reach. He will talks about how good you were for him during cuddles likes; “You squirt for me twice. I told you that you could do it for me. You tasted so sweet on my tongue and looked so beautiful the second time when you gushed on my cock.”
favorite cuddles; cloud snuggles, it could be sun rise or sun set. Or even during the night with the moon out. As long as their huge fluffy clouds in the sky he wants to take you on a flight. Where he will find a pretty spot up high to hold you as you cling onto him. As the soft clouds pass over his and your’s bodes like vapor.
sleep cuddles; are kind of impossible once he fall asleep he tends to stay fish out. But before hand he likes to lay on his back with you snuggled into his side. He talks about random things
after sex cuddles; only cuddles if he has feelings. And he gets kind of pouty if you try and dip out of cuddles. Which you were expecting him to leave but now he stays for cuddles and round two. “You don’t need clothes, come back to your bed and lay on me. I want to feel your skin against mine. What? What’s wrong with me wanting to stay for once. You’re fun to be around.”
favorite cuddles; cock warming cuddles, where you in his shirt and sitting on his lap. With his cock stuffed deep in your pussy and his arms around your waist. He loves holding you close and feeling you squeezing him.
sleep cuddles; Toji gets too hot to cuddle and sleep so he likes the butt to butt touch. So he knows your there. And in the morning if you start kissing up on him he pulls you close to him. And starts kissing you back.
after sex cuddles; He expects you to lay on him, he will have his arm around you. He likes being able to bury his face in your neck. And being able to easily stuff his cum back into your pussy with his fingers. Toji mainly sticks to the type of cuddles, but since he is a big bear these cuddles are perfect for him and you. “Your whining that you can’t handle another round but your pussy is squeezing my fingers like she wants to cum again.”
favorite cuddles; when your ass is pressed against him. He can’t have you cuddling anyone or anything else. So he cuddles you in whatever position you love the bed. But it’s a bonus for him when he can has your ass pressed up against both of his cocks. He defends himself like; “You can’t be this hot with your soft butt pressed against my cocks and expect me not to want to fuck you stupid. We could cuddle some more afterwards.”
sleep cuddles; He doesn’t sleep but he will hold you throughout the night. And if you say anything in your sleep you’ll know about it the next day. Sukuna is another classic spoon lover but so he can play with your thighs or pussy in the middle of the night.
after sex cuddles; sweaty and sometimes bloody, Sukuna lays on top of you, crushing you with his weight partly. And pinning your underneath him with both of his cocks still inside you. He has gotten fond of cock warming cuddles after sex even if he won’t say it.
favorite cuddles; he loves listening to your heart beat. So he wants to lay on top of you, with your legs spread open enough for his large body. And if you play with his hair Suguru might fall asleep on you. He will also talk about the stress of his day during these cuddle sessions and he depend on them greatly to unwind.
sleep cuddles; Holding hands in bed, facing each other, with one arm throw over each other and your locked hands in between. When Suguru asked about why he loves this cuddle the best he told you, “So your beautiful face greets me every morning. And you can see mine, it just reminds me of how lucky we are to have each other.”
after se￼x cuddles; Suguru smokes after sex, so you have to wait for him to blow the smoke out the window. Before coming to you, the way he crawls towards you. Stopping between your legs and trailing kisses up your legs and on your pussy. Before he lay down next to you and urges you to lay on top of him. So he can rub your back and make you feel safe after his rough and mean he previously was. He can’t have his princess thinking you don’t mean the world to him.
he loves when you're on top. something about seeing you bounce on his cock with such an eager expression, flushed cheeks and sweaty forehead while you're working on both his and your orgasm. you wanna be good for him, you want to make him see stars and have him whine underneath you but what you're forgetting is that he still knows you like the back of his hand.
you can try to tease him with slow strokes all you want, press your boobs against his chest and kiss the most sensitive spots on his neck. he has the self control of a god, and if he wants to flip the tables, he will.
"am i making you feel good? you're gonna be good for me?" he raised an eyebrow at your words, the hint of dominance in your voice making something in him snap. his hands gripped your hips to halt your movements and you whined.
oh? where did your assertiveness go big girl? wanna repeat what you just said to him?
"wanna say that again?" his nose brushed against yours, hands sliding behind you to deliver and a sharp smack to your ass before roughly grabbing the flesh and squeezing it.
"wanna be in charge baby? lemme show my good girl how it's done," and with so much force, his next thrusts knocked the wind out of you. you had to wrap your arms around his neck to keep yourself on his lap. nothing about his pace showed that he was going to have mercy and the way you weren't holding back with your noises encouraged him to do more.
your arousal trickled down your inner thighs, glistening his balls and making a wet noise each time your ass slapped against his thighs. it was absolutely nasty and you had no complaints, not when he was rocking your world.
"fu—fuck!" tears pooled at your eyes, your face getting hotter everytime he hit that one spot that made your body quiver in his hold, fingernails raking at his back in hopes to get him to slow down, show mercy a little although your body wanted none of that. in fact, you wanted more if that's even possible, you wanted him to fill you with the sensation, to keep you in the same euphoric state. you were getting drunk on his cock, each thrust feeling like a sip from the most expensive wine.
"c'mon, give it to me," his hand gripped the back of your head, gathering some of your hair in a fist before pulling your head back to stare at you with lustful eyes. his eyes were hungry, predatory. he looked dangerous in the most tempting way possible.
his lips attacked your neck, covering the skin with wet kisses while the tip of his dick kept kissing your sweet spot so deliciously, you were having a hard time breathing.
god did it feel good when you finally came. he held you in place, fucking you through your orgasm to reach his own, your whines getting a bit louder and sounding more like pleas for him to slow down a bit.
"I'm getting there pretty, just a little more," he whispered in reassurance, a gentleness that was a huge contrast to how rough his hip movements were.
his cum filled you up so good, so much that you didn't want him to pull out and neither did he. you always felt so close to him and you'd never wanna trade this feeling with any other expensive item in the world.
"hmm, love you," you sleepily nuzzled his sweaty neck, a drunken smile on your face that he found all too adorable. but not yet pretty, he still had to clean you up.
"love you too, let's get you all nice and clean,"
iwaizumi hajime, geto suguru, osamu miya, aizawa shouta, nanami kento, erwin smith, jean kirschtein, niccolo, meian shugo, matsukawa issei, mitsuya takashi.
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jjk men as disney princes
just hear me out on this one
includes: gojo, geto, toji, sukuna
warnings: ooc sukuna, nsfw implications, mild body horror
GOJO — prince naveen of maldonia (the princess and the frog)
you'd think that the crown prince of the gojo family would be a little more smart when it comes to encountering yokais hidden in vast forests.
yeah sure, he's academically brilliant. but only a fool would make the mistake of insulting an onryu yokai's appearance.
but gojo satoru, crown prince of the gojo family, is indeed, a fool.
so this dumbass has turned himself into a white fox as a punishment three days before the aoi mitsuri festival and two days before his marriage to a high priestess because as crown prince, it's his duty to unite two kingdoms together as a salvation for peace via tying the knot with a woman he'd only know for two days.
the cure? a blessing from the high priestess herself. or more specifically, a kiss.
he meets you, a humble yet headstrong aspiring chef that had just found out the inn you've had your eye on for years had been sold to a wealthy noblemen a few hours prior, draining all your efforts and money you've built up for the past years down the drain.
while you're dressed in what seems to be high priestess robes and a golden headdress, he finds out that it's your best friend that's the high priestess and she had just lent you the clothing for the party.
he finds this after he forces you to kiss him by the way.
there's one funny thing about onryu yokais: it's that their curses are contagious to those around them
so hooray! you're now stuck as a fox with him! wonderful, right?
in just the span of twenty four hours, the crown prince gojo satoru had insulted a yokai, had it turn him into a fox, met a fake high priestess and kissed her, only for her to turn into a fox with him. now you're stuck together in this sticky situation.
and to think that white foxes were supposed to symbolize good luck.
his luck gets worse when you two are scampered out of the woods because of the salivating coyotes that obviously had you both on their menu
you bicker back and forth about how stupid he was and how you were a liar for calling yourself a high priestess even though you never claimed to be one
somehow, you befriend a kindly and ecstatic witch that's constantly asking who your type of woman is as she lets you and him stay inside her homey inn for the night that's filled with other creatures
gojo asks her if she can create a potion or something to break this silly curse and she says she can, but she lacks the ingredients to do so. so as an exchange for letting her stay safely in her abode, you offer that you and him will go fetch the ingredients first thing in the morning
gojo doesn't agree to this. he claims he was just dragged on.
"a spoiled prince deserves to do at least some labor in his life," you huff as you strut away into your room for the night, leading him to blow an immature raspberry at your closed door.
the crown prince wakes up to find out his human limbs have returned! oh, what a joyous day this was! out of excitement, he leaps up from the bed and barges into yours, yelling about how he turned back into a human again
he forgot that you turned back into a human too.
again, a dumbass
you stare at each other for a solid five minutes, paralyzed with shock as he unconsciously analyzes your body.
a piercing shriek rings through the inn that's loud enough to wake every creature inside of it, courtesy of you. gojo has to play dodgeball with the many pillows you throw at him
through an awkward (and properly clothed) breakfast, the witch tells the both of you that the yokai's curse only takes affect at the beginning of twilight, meaning you two had some hours being human before you were turned into foxes again, meaning you still had to gather the ingredients so you and him weren't permanently turned into foxes during the afterhours forever
as you voyage throughout the mountain for a grenadious mushroom (caution! may explode its spores if touched harshly), you and gojo eventually spill your life stories
you came from a low-income, but loving family composed of only you, your brother, your mother, and your deceased father. the confession of how you want to open up a restaurant in honor of your father's love for cooking makes gojo look at you fully for a moment, taking in your real beauty thanks to the sunbeam that seeps through the treetops. it's a little solemn, but it's there and gojo can't deny that little thump in his chest as you laugh out at a joke he makes occasionally.
he tells you that because he's a prince, he's never had to lift a finger, so doing something like this is... somewhat refreshing. he says it's a good chance for him to learn responsibility that doesn't involve being a royal, says it's a good chance to see what a "commoner" life is like and how it makes him think more highly of laborers.
"honestly, i think i could make do as a farmer," he nods at the vision of himself working in the rice fields.
"yeah, maybe. i think you'd be pretty good at it."
"really?!" he exclaims with a wide grin at your "approval."
"no," you shake your head with a soft chuckle. "i was kidding."
"whaaat," gojo whines, "why not?"
"you're already breaking out a sweat and it's been barely two hours. you wouldn't survive agriculture, mr. if-the-slightest-dirt-gets-on-me-i'll-scream."
the crown prince pouts at the waitress that walks in front of him. "okay... say if i wasn't royalty, would you hire me at your restaurant?"
he gasps with excitement but it's much short lived when you open your mouth again.
GETO — general li shang (mulan)
you always had gotten compliments about your hair; it was your prize possession after all, the one thing that anointed you the family jewel for how beautiful it looked and how elegantly it framed your face.
shame you had to cut 70% of it off the night before you snuck into your father's place for the upcoming war involving the taira and minamoto clans.
you found this a way to salvage yourself after dishonoring yourself at the matchmaker's reunion between you and an unknown husband named geto suguru.
before you had nearly burned his house to ruins, he told you that he was a handsome high general in the imperial army and that marrying him would grant you fame and fortune. you would be getting a life full of lavish and comfort.
but you managed to throw it all away in an instant after you splashed tea on his face after he continued to banter on about how women should know their place in the world, how they should always walk three steps behind their husband, and how they only served as wives and nothing more to their husbands
his dye job was bad anyway. you think you did him a favor
so here you are, suddenly alone with no one else but your trusted horse, a good luck cricket given to you by your grandma, and an annoying, shapeshifting, lizard-like dragon with a patchwork face by your side as you're poorly disguised as a man
you eventually meet the general in charge of new recruits and it takes every single fiber in your body not to react to his titled name
"gentlemen, pay respects to your captain. geto suguru will be leading the way for the genpei war," announces the royal advisor.
geto suguru. the man that was supposed to be your aligned husband was nothing like you imagined him to be.
not that you're complaining because your standards were much lower than anticipated. he's broad and muscular, obviously clean cut with all the scars and bulging muscles that are evident before he puts on his uniform. inky, raven locks flow down his back before he ties half of it up and you think that singular bang that swings back and forth acts like a hypnotizing pendulum.
he declares that he refuses to take any work that's half-assed nor to take on any recruits that refuse to put in the work to survive.
"if you die because you chose to ignore my words, then the fault is no one else but yours," he avows, piercing eminence eyes hardening to show he means business.
to say he's a strict general was an understatement. he was more than strict, he was authoritarian and precise and severe in every single way possible. the worst part is that he doesn't even yell or scold if one slips up—he just gives a disapproving look and makes tasks and exercises harder and harder.
you're given your nth shake of the head when you nearly pass out from carrying small boulders on your back on the five kilometer run that takes place every morning and before you can even get ready for the second exercise of the day, the general clasps your shoulder and tells you to go home.
"this isn't a place for someone like you," he mutters, handing you the reign of your horse before walking eye and leaving you in the dust with snickers and stares boring into you.
of course, you almost decide to go back home and bring even more dishonor to your family. not as a failed soldier, but the fact that a woman has disguised herself as a man, an illegal act. if anyone in the village found out that your family had a disgraceful daughter, you'd burden your family more.
so you take it like a man and refuse to go home despite the general's words and the looks you're given by men much more manlier than you are.
you put in the work and the hours, sacrificing sleep to make sure you break your mile time, making sure that the arrow hits the bullseye, making sure that you can run through the roaring waters with only wooden poles to support you without slipping.
and your efforts go noticed by not only your colleagues, but the general
especially the general
no longer does he give you the shake of his head but instead, encouraging grins as you catch up to him during the morning run, even adding more to your luggage when you feel that the boulders begin to feel like carrying a load of feathers
he realizes you've changed for the better when you prove that you can hit a target's bullseye even on horseback, something that the majority of soldiers haven't even started to master yet.
hell, rumors begin to fly around that you've become the general's favorite
you're relaxing earlier than most soldiers in the hot springs since you completed training much earlier, something you've picked up on doing so you're able to let yourself breathe as your true self for a while
the sent of natural lavender springs whose aroma winds through the air makes you so relaxed, you don't realize the footsteps that come closer to the springs.
when you figure that you've bathed yourself well enough, you begin to swim and walk out of the springs. as you part your hair away from your face, your eyes not only meet the ground, but see another pair of feet. panicking, considering you don't have a towel wrapped around you, you look up and land back into the springs when you're met with general geto suguru's shocked face
his wide eyes go to automatically dart your exposed chest, which you attempt to cover with your hands poorly, as if your arms and hands were enough to cover your naked body.
"i-i can explain," you stutter out, stepping back so you're chin length with the water.
what you can't explain, however, is that little tent in the general's towel wrapped around his waist that's slowly getting bigger oops!
TOJI — flynn rider/eugene fitzherbert (tangled)
the last thing toji fushiguro can remember before getting knocked out with a clang! to his head is finding a secluded tower in the middle of a waterfall's valley somewhere deep in the woods after he spent agonizing ages running from the royal guards after he successfully captured the item going for the most money on the black market
did he climb up the tower with a ladder made of hair or was that a fake memory?
and was he wrapped around a chair with the hair from earlier or is this a hallucination?
oh wow, what a pretty woman, he thinks as he looks up hazily. is that a frying pan in her hand or something else that's circular, black, and metallic? he attempts to give a rugged smile, only to be met with another clang!
aaand he's up again
this time, he's actually semi-conscious and can see clearly the youthful woman clutching the frying pan with a worried look on her face.
"you gonna hit me again with that?" he slurs, gesturing to the frying pan.
frying pan: 3, master thief toji fushiguro: 0
by the time he's fully conscious, he warns you not to hit him again, saying that he's not gonna do any harm. not that he can, to be fairly honest, considering he's bounded with handcuffs made of... hair.
you interrogate him suddenly, demanding who he was, how he found your tower, and what he wanted from you. he tells you his name is toji fushiguro, admits that he's a rogue on the run, and that all he wanted to do is hide away from the knights until it was safe to come out.
suddenly, he inquiries you harshly about where his cursed spirit is, the spirit responsible for acting like a satchel and also responsible for holding the item that can make or break his life.
"that little ball guy? i hide him," you state proudly.
cursing, he regrets not digesting it earlier. toji eyes the drawer, specifically the second one that's a crack open.
"it's in there, isn't it?"
when you raise the frying pan again, all he can really do is sigh and accept his fate. he's sure he has some sort of minor brain damage by the time the fourth boxing match between him and your weapon of choice comes to a close and this time, you've hidden it well enough to the point where he can't even guess where you hid it
you offer an exchange for the wrinkly, balled up cursed spirit. you pull back a large wall mural that foretells a painted story about fireworks in the night sky. "do you know what this is?" you demand.
"yeah," he shrugs. "the fireworks that celebrate the autumn moon? everyone knows that those are."
"this," you gesture to the paintings. "happens in two days. if you take me to the mid-autumn festival... i'll give you back your worm."
"it's a cursed spirit," toji corrects dully.
"whatever! do we have a deal?" you ask, letting yourself down with a zipline made out of your hair that trails at least 21 meters.
when you jut your hand out, toji merely stares at it, his eyes glancing boredly back to the back of the chair he's bounded to.
"oh! right, sorry," you quickly go to unbind him.
he leaps up from the chair goes to messy your abode, searching everywhere for the cursed spirit and tossing materials over his shoulder. you attempt to pull him back from your underwear drawer, only to limply fall back from his stationary built grounded to the ground.
"i'm not telling you where it is!" you yell, threatening to score the fifth point for the frying pan as you hold it well above your head. "i swear i'll give it back to you if you just do me this one favor! then you'll get it back and forget all about me!"
toji can only groan and rub his forehead, obviously out of options. he gives into your limp offer and surrenders himself reluctantly.
with the handle of the frying pan between your teeth. you meet him down at the bottom of your tower, a sight you've never been able to experience with all your senses before.
out of nowhere, he snickers and pulls out from his pocket one of your underwear as an innocent joke.
"we might need this in the future, you never know."
SUKUNA — the beast (beauty and the beast)
long ago, there lived a beautiful prince in the heart of a vast and lively kingdom. it has been foretold that despite the goldenheartedness of the kingdom, the castle that ruled over it was gilded and the taintedness of it hid behind a velvet curtain
a ball was once held in celebration of the prince's birthday, only honoring the most worthy and wealthiest of people, people who barely lifted themselves above the bare minimum line of what the prince considered noble
a soft knock came at the castle's door in amidst the party. in came a shy, elderly woman cloaked with a damp hood from all the rain pouring from outside. she asked the prince if she could stay the night temporarily, but her only response was a cackle from the prince and the flick of his wrist, shooing her away.
the old woman suddenly transformed into a dazzling sorcerer, golden sunbeams radiating from her. as a result of the prince's selfishness, she casted a spell over him that transformed him into a monstrous beast.
with the ragged, pained scream tearing out of the prince's throat, the crowd watched in horror as another set of arms ripped out of his back. from the fragments of his handsome face formed a smaller one that masked a third of his original one and under his original eye stretched another. one singular black marking shaped in the form of an upside dew drop faded into his forehead.
the sorcerer warned him as a consequence of his actions, a horrid beast was formed that night. she told him the only way to break the spell was to find someone who could love him despite his haggard appearance, but with every year he failed to do so, another black mark would appear on his skin and the moment all the markings faded into his skin, his fate as a monster would be sealed for eternity until his last breath, letting him die alone and loveless.
sukuna couldn't have imagined that his sealed fate would be opened once again because of a single countrygirl that was too desperate to save her father. perhaps he spent so many years as a ghastly beast that he's forgotten about human sentience for others.
call it a butterfly effect, but he supposes that the outome of this was not quite like any other. his original plan when he threw you into the prison of the castle was to leave you out in the winter night for the wolves, yet he was the cause of his plan being ruined considering something compelled him that night and he acted as your shield against the bare-toothed wolves
the items like you too, especially that one kiddy, chipped tea cup that he keeps forgetting the name of. they're very much fond of who could possibly be the new mistress of the castle, the person who could possibly break the spell
so now he's here. at the bottom of the staircase with anticipation pooling in his stomach.
"where is she?" sukuna grumbled to the clock that waddled towards him.
"patience," aided nanami as the second hand grew closer to the twelve. "she'll be arriving just about... now."
as if on cue, soft piano music began playing in the background and the quiet sounds of heels against the marble floor softly echoed in the corridor. a peek of canary yellow showed from the corner and eventually, your full appearance unveiled to him.
there you were, at the top of the staircase—a golden gown flowing from your hips like a glimmering cascade, your shoulders being revealed by the grandeur dress that showed ever the shy peek of cleavage
you were nervous gliding down the stairs, considering sukuna's eyes were locked onto your figure.
"tell her she looks beautiful," gojo, the candelabra whispered to him before he flicked his flames on for a more romantic atmosphere.
as you gently approached him, your hand being softly engulfed in his, sukuna felt his breath hitch when you gave him a tender smile of acknowledgement
"she looks beautiful," he rasped out.
enter a chorus of groans from the cursed objects.
"e-excuse me?" you blinked.
"i mean," he coughed, "you... look beautiful," sukuna corrected.
"not too bad yourself, prince charming," you murmur lightheartedly as sukuna lead you down the ballroom that was also the place where his transformation occurred
a place that haunted him for years on end was now suddenly turning into a place to be filled with lovable memories, memories that would outshine the emotive, haunting ones. and this waltz would just be the start of it
"i haven't danced in years," sukuna admitted as an orchestra began to harmonize with the piano.
you swore he pulled you in just a little closer as time passed, just the two of you gently guiding each other in this spacious ballroom.
"i've haven't danced at all," you confessed.
"i can tell," he let out an inaudible grunt. "you've been stepping on my feet for the past two minutes."
you exclaim and move a little bit backwards. but, the mere inch you stepped back had made the heel of your shoe tangle with the fabric of your dress. from the swift reactions that only a beast could hold, sukuna caught you by the waist before you could hit the floor, unintentionally dipping you.
the sentience that was within you the night you pleaded for him to let your father out seeped into him. upon noticing your shocked expression, he asked worriedly, "are you alright?"
"quite," you chuckle ineptly as he heaved you back up. "thank you."
the waltz continued on, the songs continuing to sing within the echo of the chamber. you had managed to get the hang of the rhythm of the song eventually and silkily, you let him carry the both of, the tails of your dress dusting up against the floor.
you found it quite humorous how feathery, how cautious his touch on your skin was despite the claws that pricked out of his hands. again, you felt sukuna pull you closer to him as the song began to answer its curtain call and you don't think you were going to restrict yourself from his touch anytime soon.
it wasn't only his body that neared yours, but also his face (or faces in this case). up close, you could see the loneliness swimming in his ruby red eyes. they were the result of all the years spent being only the somewhat human mortal inside this isolated castle and you could tell that if he were to pile anything more on this mound of nothingness, he was going to collapse.
but somehow, you found comfort within this empty castle for the past few months being held captive, if you could call it that anymore considering you were treated like royalty inside it despite being a simple daughter of a mechanic.
you found a warmth within it, within him. and call it what you will, but you truly did find a to-be-mended heart within all those cemented layers of aloofness, savagery, and hardheadedness. though you weren't sure how, you cracked through all of them somehow
so when one of his four hands cupped your face and pulled you in a little closer, you did nothing except let him, putting your trust in the supposed beast. you allowed him to shallow his own breath on yours before his lips almost closed the distance.
everything would've set into place in that moment
... only if you didn't see a mark sallow underneath his smaller eye, slowly seeping into his skin like leaking ink.
𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑫𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 ♥
includes: i. yuji, f. megumi, g. satoru, f. toji, n. kento, g. suguru
warnings: mentions of kissing, overall suggestiveness but nothing explicitly nsfw, reader wears necklaces, and ofc these are simply my opinions :)
pronouns: not used
☆.｡.:* itadori yuji + thighs
what can i say? yuji is a thigh man.
i feel like he’d love to lay on them, using them as a pillow, arms wrapped around them as he smiles up at you
if he was laying on your thighs, he’d fall asleep so fast
the warmth from your body and, of course, your gentle touch against his hair would be enough for him to drift off
he also seems like the kind of person to just grab your thigh and squish
it doesn’t matter what you’re doing, whenever yuji get’s hit with the urge, he’ll place his large hand over your thigh and press down, catching your flesh between his fingers
like a stress toy almost-
he likes to pepper kisses all over them, and even bite down sometimes just to see you squeal and push him away
☆.｡.:* fushiguro megumi + hands
megumi loves your hands
he likes how they fit into his perfectly, like two puzzle pieces coming together
he thinks your hands were made to be held by him and vice versa
megumi likes fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly
and he likes to draw patterns against your palm or on the back of your hand
he strikes me as someone who would like to kiss your fingertips, your wrist, while looking into your eyes, hoping to convey just how much he loves you
he also likes when you run your fingers through his hair, down his face, over his shoulders- your hands remind him that he’s taken care of and he likes that
megumi also likes to compare hand sizes, he just likes the feeling of your soft palms pressed against his
☆.｡.:* gojo satoru + chest
i just really think gojo would appreciate your chest
he likes to lay his hand against your chest after a long day, listening to your heartbeat
the rhythmic thrum of your heart is the perfect noise for him to fall asleep to
i also feel like gojo would be the type to bite and suck on the skin around your clavicle and sternum, with the intention to leave marks
and seeing the older bruises begin to fade away only gives him motivation to leave more
gojo likes to rest his chin against your chest and stare up at you, even though you swear the angle is hideous
gojo especially likes when he can feel your heart racing when he does something to fluster you, it makes him grin deviously and plot different ways to illicit similar reactions from you
he also likes the way your chest presses into his back when you surprise him with a hug, it’s grounding
☆.｡.:* fushiguro toji + lips
i could have definitely gone for something more lewd for toji but i think he would really love your lips
you don’t know what you do to him when you smile and your lips part to show your teeth
he loves how soft they feel when you give him a good morning kiss, or when you kiss his neck haphazardly on the rare occasions you’re cuddling with one another
and, of course, he loves to kiss them, pulling away to look at how swollen they become
toji loves the noises you make when he softly bites down on your lips, barely audible but enough to drive him wild
and as weird as this might sound, he likes to watch you talk for the sole reason that he likes to watch your lips move
there have been one too many occasions where you catch him zoning out on your lips, and you have to snap him back to reality with a knowing smile on your face
sometimes while you’re talking to him, he’ll reach over and swipe his thumb across your bottom lip, just to fluster you
☆.｡.:* nanami kento + neck
kento nanami would rather die than admit it, but he adores your neck
the man loves to leave kisses along the curve of your neck, pausing at your pulse just to feel the way your heart is beating erratically and knowing that it's because of him
you wouldn’t expect it, but he’s got a bit of a possessive streak and leaving marks along your neck from where he’s bit down is nearly essential to him
he likes the way you have to scramble to come up with an excuse for the angry red hickies on your skin, the slightest smile on his face being the only indication that he’s the culprit
when he’s tired, nanami likes to lay next to you, an arm over you while he hides in the crook of your neck
when he kisses you, he always has one hand resting on the side of your neck, bringing you as close as he can
nanami will buy you necklaces, smiling at the way the light catches on the gemstones as it rests against your soft skin
☆.｡.:* geto suguru + eyes
geto would stare into your eyes all day if he could
they say the eyes are the window to the soul and he wants to be able to see right into you
geto will say that he can read you like a book just from your eyes, and you don’t believe him until he somehow knows exactly when you’re upset and need him to cheer you up
you hope you’re not that transparent, and rest-assured, you’re not; you just have a boyfriend who spends hours studying your eyes
he likes the way your eyelashes flutter against your cheeks when you blink, and how the edges of your eyes crinkle when you smile really wide
and when you look up at him, doe-eyed and pouting, he finds it so hard to say no to you (safe to say you use this little tactic whenever you can-)
he hates when you cry but he likes wiping your tears away and pressing kisses to your closed eyes, helping you calm down
geto loves your eyes because he can see all the adoration and love you have for him reflected in your gaze
note: why is everyone in jjk so...attractive. it's honestly kind of offensive.
toxic | jjk
one | i might do a second part
sinopse: their toxic traits
;🥠 presenting — Gojo, Sukuna, Nanami, Geto, Toji
; 🧾 contains — toxic relationship, headcanon (what means it's only an opinion on fictional characters), gaslighting, misogynistic behavior, physiological abuse, 21+gn!reader
🦋 Gojo Satoru:
Never takes what you say seriously. If you complain about something he does, or he'll do some gaslighting, or he won't even listen to you. Likes when you get jealous and sometimes we'll you flirt with other people in front of you just to get on your nerves.
🐛 Nanami Kento:
More often than not Nanami is more worried about his work than about you. Because of that, he's constantly missing date nights, forgetting anniversaries, and spending days away from you, not even sending you a message to let you know he's alive. If you complain he'll on respond with 'tsk' and speech about how important what he does is.
I can see him saying that euphoria phrase “any guy who says he’s interested in you beyond just fucking you is full of shit”. 24/7 degradation, not interested in any of your hobbies or in your general well-being, saying that you’re an adult and should know how to take care of yourself without needing someone to constantly checking how you are doing.
🦂 Fushiguro Toji:
Loves to gaslight. You’ll make you fear the outside world, saying who dangerous it’s, full of curses and men with bad intentions. “You’re saver with me”, “You need me”, “I’ll the only one how can keep you save”. Toji won’t let you leave the house wearing an outfit he judges to be too revealing and he will manipulate you in fearing going out without him.
🪰 Geto Suguru:
Makes you cry on purpose sometimes because he thinks you look cute. Constantly giving you the typical misogynistic orders, like telling you to cook for him and clean the house.
Boyfriend Material saves your contact with their last name and get all cocky and smirky when you find out about it, cuz your flustered face is priceless "What's wrong Angel ?" " You saved my contact with your last name" " Do you have problems with that ?... Huh ? i thought so"
KUROO TETSURO, OIKAWA TOORU, GETO SUGURU, Akaashi Keiji, Hawks, Draken , SHINICHIRO SANO,
More in Cut Scenes
i think im on to something- fem!reader
thinking about Rockstar!Geto who you met at a high school party. He noticed you and you sure as hell noticed him with his now messed up hair and beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. From the make-out session after he was done performing the rest was history.
Rockstar!Geto who had you sat right beside him while him and his band signed the contract agreement with the group now manager stating that they’ll be big in no time and before they know you’ll be celebrities known across the world.
Rockstar!Geto who’d have his eyes on you throughout the whole concert with that smile you loved so much, his fingers strummed along with the guitar and his hair all messy just like the day you met him and it seemed like you weren’t the only one who fell for him because the girls in the front row were screaming about how hot he is even a few of them throwing their underwear’s making him chuckle already hearing the scoff you let out.
Rockstar!Geto who’d groan every time your walls clenched around him, his thick cock sliding in and out of your cunt hitting your g-spot every making you cry out in pleasure. Your nails clawed at the sensitive skin on his back, tears pooling in your eyes making him smirk before kissing your now swollen lips; “I love you so fucking much no need to get jealous princess”. He’d say while you snuggled into his side after being overstimulated throughout the night.
Rockstar!Geto who used his first paycheck as a newly worldwide rockstar to buy a lock and key necklace with his initial ‘G’ on the lock that he wore around his neck, and you had the key as he would say, “You have the key to my heart” making your nose crinkle up at the cheesy statement but non the less your heart did jumping jacks in your chest at his words.
Rockstar!Geto who would bring you up in interviews gushing about the small habits you have and his favorite things about you making the tv host and audience coo at how he could go on and on about his girlfriend who was watching behind the stage a blushing mess.
Rockstar!Geto who would make you put his hair up in a bun before every concert with the same hair tie you gave him the night you met upon seeing his hair tie was on its last life from the excessive movement. So when his hair tie broke mid-concert he got all sad for a moment till he realized there was still a show to put on and came backstage to you a sad pout on his face as his head fell in the crook of your neck complaining about how his hair tie broke and he didn’t have a spare one. Lucky for him though you brought an extra one and tied up his hair and sealed it with a kiss on his forehead instantly brightening up his sour mood.
TALK AND TALK
↷ emperor! geto suguru x fem! reader ⋯
; first night after getting married
“Are you sure you’re okay with going inside his highness’ quarters?” your maids whisper to each other as they fix your kimono.
The rumors about the emperor have spread like wildfire and as his wife and the new empress of the western territory you’ve become the new subject for useless chatter and gossip.
His fiery attitude, hotheaded nature, and other exaggerated rumors about your husband have reached your ears.
Whether it’s to taunt you from backing up from the crown, or simply speaking out of concern, the wives and mistresses of politicians and nobles try to fill your head with such wild thoughts.
Of course, you’re not some uneducated bumpkin. The crown requires more than love, and even if it was a loveless marriage you don’t think his highness could be the worst.
He’d at least have basic human decency. Right?
You chuckle at your maids, nodding your head you reassure them of your choice.
“Now that you’re married you’re basically equal with him and if you refuse no one would say anything. Should we talk to his highness’ chief staff?”
You understand the worry and concerns of your maids, getting married, moving to a different place miles away from home. Everything was uncomfortable.
But it wasn’t anything out of the expected.
You were set on marrying the emperor since the day you were conceived, nothing could change that.
You only hope that your husband is much more decent than the rumors flying around about him.
After fixing the final details of your kimono, your maids left, giving you some time alone.
Sitting on one of the plush couches you relax, and went ahead opening a bottle of wine in the hopes to calm your racing nerves.
No matter how much you were prepared for this moment, the reality of it all is still too much, and despite the calm demeanor in your face you couldn’t help but worry for your future in this empire-
“My wife!” The doors open as Geto barges in wearing a white robe with nothing underneath.
“It’s nice to see you settling in well in this room- ah! Wine. What a nice way to start this long night isn’t it?” Hovering beside you Geto grabs your hand- the one holding the wine- and drinks from your cup.
Trembling hands causing a few drops of wine to spill on the side of his lips, Geto wipes them effortlessly with his free hand, his eyes never leaving yours.
Diving on the couch opposite of your Geto relaxes, closing his eyes with a long hum.
“Is this room enough for both of us, wife?” His low voice reverberates in the room.
His impromptu question catches you off guard while you’re in the middle of taking a sip. Not realizing you’re taking a little longer to reply, Geto takes a peek from one of his eyes.
“You’re not planning to assassinate your husband are you? My wife? On our very first night?” Geto sits up, resting his arms on his legs that are spread out along the couch.
“I- I wouldn’t dare your highness.” You place your glass of wine back on the table, flustered from his accusations.
Who would’ve thought the emperor like teasing.
Geto chuckles, “I'm kidding. So, is the room to your liking? We can call the chief staff if you have any changes.” grabbing a glass of wine for himself and taking a sip from it.
“No, this room is nice, your highness.” You stumble on your words in nervousness.
“Your highness? Why? How will I get my wife to become comfortable with me?” Geto mumbled too loudly, enough for you to hear. Resting his head on top of his hands, Geto stares at you as you shuffle yourself on the couch.
“When will you call me husband?” A slight pout formed on Geto’s face as he continued to look at you with an intense gaze.
“Well it’s nothing that sleeping together can’t fix, yeah?”
Stripping off his robe he lays down on the bed patting the space beside him, gesturing you to come near.
Looking away you take a last gulp of the remaining wine in your glass before hurriedly untying the bow in your kimono.
Doesn’t he want to help me remove my clothes? Maybe I shouldn’t have worn this stupid kimono in the first place.
“What are you doing, wife?” Geto sits up from his side, crawling to the edge of the bed. The cold feeling of his fingers tapping your shoulders caused you to jump.
“Aren’t we going to bed? This… this is the first night after all.” You turned around, eyes avoiding him as you fumble with the ribbon in front of you.
Pulling you to the bed, Geto wrapped his arms around your body. “You’re so adorable wife. We don’t have to do anything tonight. I simply prefer to sleep naked, it’s my mistake, you must’ve been confused.”
Instantly your defensive stance falters as you relax your shoulders. “Oh, then are we just going to sleep?”
Your eyes wandered trying not to turn around, you felt Geto bury his head at your nape.
“Of course, or do you have something in mind?”
Breaking away from his grasp you face him, “How about we talk?”
Can you do a one shot or head canon about How would you take poly satosugu meeting the new trio? How would y/n and Gojo feel about them, does Geto feel some sort of bond with Yuuji since they both have to deal with swallowing gross things lol, yeah
Megumi obviously knew the dynamic of your relationship with Satoru and Suguru, but Yuuji and Nobara weren’t exactly given the heads up that you three were a throuple. They initially thought there were witnessing some type of cheating drama when they saw Satoru kiss you, and then kiss Suguru when he dropped off some paperwork a few hours later. They’re even more concerned whenever they see you guys hanging out and being all buddy-buddy with each other during lunch breaks.
This isn’t the first time you’ve had to deal with people thinking you guys are cheating on each other. You guys just go about your business as usual until someone brings it up. That person would be Nobara, who thinks it’s you that’s getting stabbed in the back.
She’s said it herself, point-blank and without an ounce of hesitation, about how much she respects and looks up to someone like you. You’re damn good at your job, and you do things your own way. Her reasons for coming out to the city and studying as a sorcerer are selfish, but you never discouraged her from being true to herself. Just as you want the best for her, she wants the same for you.
“Seriously, that blindfold idiot is nothing but a two-timing scumbag!” she snarls. “And so is that freak with the bangs and creepy smile!”
Why do they always zero in on the bangs? You humorously wonder. And the smile. People are always put off by his smile.
“And-” she slams her balled hand on top of your desk, rattling the picture frame that has a picture of Satoru, Suguru, and you back when you three were students yourselves, “He has the nerve to do it right in front of his students, in the middle of his dumbass lectures of all things!”
“Kugisaki,” you calmly interject. Thankfully, she gives you her full attention, but she’s grumbling a few heated words under her breath. You’re able to make out “bastards” and “perverts”. Oh, this is going to be a good story to share over dinner. “While I’m glad to know you’d have my back if someone was ever cheating on me-”
“Of course I would!” she gasps. “I can’t stand watching those two flirt in front of me. They’re practically sucking each other’s faces off. It’s gross!”
“They tend to do that.”
“Seriously?! Ugh, that must be so…so…”
Finally, you see her connect the dots inside her head. She looks at you, body stiff as a rock, and asks, “Are you…and him…and him…”
“Are the three of us dating?” you finish the question for her. She nods. Her eyes are sparkling with a bit of embarrassment. “We are.”
“(Y/N)-san!” she whines. You’re nearly knocked out of your seat and onto the ground when she suddenly tackle-hugs you. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Now I feel like such an idiot!”
Her behavior reminds you of how Satoru was when he was a student. Clingy and a bit slow on the uptake. You probably shouldn’t tell Nobara that. She’ll kill you for making that comparison.
Meanwhile, at the exact same time Nobara was piecing together the truth, Satoru and Suguru are desperately trying to explain to Yuuji how you’re all dating each other and that there's no cheating happening. For some reason, it’s not sticking to him. Suguru, despite his poise demeanor and high levels of patience, is getting ticked off. They’ve been going at this for half an hour.
“Yuuji, it’s not that hard to understand,” Satoru groans. “See? I even made a simple diagram,” he points to his elementary level drawings of you, Suguru, and him on the chalkboard. “I’m dating (Y/N), who’s dating Suguru, and he’s also dating me.”
“And together,” Sugru grabs another piece of chalk and draws a big circle around the entire graph. “All three of us are in a relationship.”
“Oh…Oh!” Yuuji gasps. “I think I get it now!”
Suguru lets out a sigh of relief. That sense of calm is then shattered by Satoru asking, “You still don’t get it, do you?”
“No,” Yuuji admits. “Please, just explain it to me one more time!”
The piece of chalk Suguru was holding snaps in half.
I think Yuuji would be the one to feel a sort of bond with Suguru first when it comes to their shared experience of eating gross things for the sake of jujutsu sorcery. Yuuji might even ask if he could have a taste of the curses Suguru captures because he finds his technique very fascinating to witness. Funny enough, the first time he witnesses Suguru swallow one of his black orbs he thought it was chocolate. You then made a joke about how much Suguru has been obsessed with chocolate since high school, only for him to put you in a painful headlock.
Don’t worry, Satoru caught onto the joke and he happily played along.
Satoru: Yeah, he just can’t get enough of that chocolate! He’ll disappear for a couple of days because he’s so obsessed with it! Sometimes, I think he loves it more than he loves us!
Suguru: It sounds like you guys want to sleep on the couch tonight, maybe even for the rest of the week. Is that right?
You: Shut up man!
Satoru: It’s alright babe! If we give him some chocolate he’ll forget why he was ever mad in the first place!
Suguru then made you both sleep on the couch for the rest of the week.
All jokes aside. Suguru would keep a bottle of water and a few snacks on hand whenever Yuuji has to swallow one of Sukuna’s fingers. He’s somewhat envious that the kid can laugh about how awful the object tastes, but he figures it’s just his way to distract himself from the discomfort. He always gives a proud pat on Yuuji’s back and the kid beams every time. He won’t ever say it out loud, but Yuuji is definitely his favorite first year. Don't be surprised if after he dies and then comes back to life he suggests having Yuuji hide out in your guys' house.
♘︎ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 + 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯 [ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐯 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 ]
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♘︎ 𝐰𝐜: 𝟎.𝟗𝐤
♘︎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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「︎ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 + 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 + 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 」︎
SUGURU GETO WAS THE BIGGEST WHORE ON CAMPUS. Which was saying something considering his friend group. He didn’t have an overly high body count, but in his three years of college, he had seen his fair share of pussy. None of them lasted more than two weeks and all of them were left wanting more. But Geto never cared, he always told them straight up not to fall in love with him. And it worked for him for a while. Never seriously catching feelings for any of his hoes, until he met Y/n.
He met her through Gojo because of his connection with Wendy. Originally, he was pushing up on Jade and he almost had her until Y/n showed up to the small smoke sesh at their apartment looking fine and his focus changed. Y/n never knew about Jade and Geto’s almost happening. She just ignorantly waltzed into his life and has stayed there since the start of senior year a month ago.
“What are you doing here?”
She had approached the sleek, dark blue car with annoyance. It was three in the morning when Geto had texted Y/n that he was outside. She had on a silk bonnet, a robe and crocs when she exited the doors of her off-campus housing building. Geto had never seen her look more beautiful.
“I got hungry and thought of you.” He explained simply, shrugging his bare shoulders.
Geto wore a black muscle shirt with black sweatpants, a plain gold chain and some slip ons.
The girl had scoffed but found herself entering the sports car with no further explanation. He knew food was her weak spot and was a guarantee in getting her to go anywhere.
Silence filled the car for a while as Y/n took a moment to fully wake up, drowsiness staying in her bones. Pulling up to the 24 hour dumpling restaurant, Geto escorted you inside before sitting at the booth by the window.
The two partners placed their orders. Well, Geto placed Y/n’s order and his own, and then they waited as riria., a Japanese artist, played throughout the eatery.
While Y/n would be lost in thought, Geto would find himself staring at her in deep regard. She was an enigma to him, something he couldn’t quite understand just yet. And she was beautiful, more than what was on the surface but internally, from what he was able to discover where she wasn’t wanting to share. Geto was well aware that he should not have gotten this attached to someone he’s only supposed to share a bed with, but he couldn’t stop himself even if he tried.
“Earth to dumbass. Stop staring at me and eat.” Y/n’s voice snapped at him and brought him back to earth.
Even when she was annoyed with him, her voice was still beautiful.
Fuck, he was down bad.
“You like your food?” Geto would ask, once again watching Y/n as she ate.
Y/n rolled her eyes as she brought the chopsticks to her mouth with the dumpling on it. “You mean the food that you ordered me? Sure, it’s good.”
What Geto would fail to notice behind her sarcasm and edgy tone, was that she was well and truly fed up with him.
And when the black haired man went to speak again, Y/n snapped. “Listen, Geto you can’t be doing this.”
Geto? Since when was he Geto?
“Jesus, you can’t be this dumb. We’re supposed to be on a ‘fuck-only’ basis. Not you coming at three in the morning because you’re bored. We’re not dating and we will never be dating, so stop doing shit like this. It’s fucking with my reputation and it’s bad enough I’ve been fucking with you for as long as I have.”
Truthfully, she hadn’t meant to be so loud. But Geto was failing at reading the room and she needed to be the one to teach him the lesson.
Geto had to work to control his expressions as an army of emotions marched through him. From anger, to sadness, to embarrassment, he was feeling them all.
And a simple “Okay.” was all he was able to release once the battle was done.
It was silent after that. The slurping and chewing all came from Y/n as Geto had lost his appetite. Even the smooth music did nothing to quell his rampant thoughts. His anxiety was flaring and making his neck flush red with worry. Geto’s hands gripped his sweats feverishly, his legs bouncing in syncopation. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest and the overwhelming urge to inhale a gulp of air like he couldn’t breathe, was strong. With an abrupt smack of his knee hitting the table, Geto stood and quickly left the restaurant. His back hit the paved wall on the side of the building as he quickly tried to calm himself.
Relax. Relax. Relax. He just kept chanting over and over in his head until he felt himself calm down enough that he could breathe regularly again.
The chimes on the restaurant door echoed loudly in the midnight sky and reminded Geto that he did not come here alone.
“Are you okay?” Sensing the distress radiating off his body, Y/n kept a distance from him in case he needed space.
For the sake of discussion, Geto nodded his head before straightening himself out, fishing the keys out of his pocket, Geto told her he’d pay her back for the meal and the two of them entered the car.
And as he dropped Y/n off in a hurry, one thing remained true; he had been fucking with her for too long.
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. definitely a short chapter but a peek into Geto’s thoughts on reader and how her words will end up affecting their relationship.
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𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗
𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖…hdcs, nsfw, lil dark nsfw
𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤...how he reacts to you touching yourself
𝕔/𝕨…punishment, spanking, edging overstimulation, dehumanization, praise
Kento punishes you.
Kento doesn’t allow you to touch himself and he doesn’t touch himself either. It’s supposed to be a mutual respect for each other’s bodies and the relationship You have with him. He wants to be the only one who pleasures you, and you be the only one for him. So why is it when he came home he found you with your fingers stuffed into his pussy?
what is your punishment? Spankings with his belt, whilst your wrists are tied above your head with his tie. Kento makes sure to spank your thighs, pussy, tits and ass.
The only time you can touch yourself is when he tells you to. Kento tells you how to touch yourself and if you listen well enough you get to cum. But it’s going to be a while before he lets you cum. Kento is a fan of edging you, and himself. “You like watching my stroke my cock? I bet you wish you had me instead of your fingers. And I would let you have my cock if you didn’t look so damn beautiful.”
Satoru wants to watch.
You better not stop when he walks in, you had no problem loudly enjoying yourself believing he isn’t home. And he is your caring boyfriend so why did you stop? Is it the way he is looking at you like he is about to devour you?
what does he do when he watch? Jerk off, and he will cum all over your pussy too. He gets so close so he can see your fingers slipping in your pussy. “Your pussy looks yummy covered in my cum. Come on push it in with your fingers and keep going. Show me how badly you need me.”
Satoru understands if your touching yourself because he has been busy. He does the same, but if you can come to him but down then he will punish you. For a week straight you get to watch him, your pent up frustration and tears are so fucking hot to Satoru.
Toji punishes you but kind of praises you.
After all you did look so pretty playing with your self whilst calling out for him. But that is his pussy to play with, for him it’s about control. Do you want him bad enough that you’ll wait for him to come home?
how does he punish you? He edges and dehumanizes you.. While lightly praising you, and letting himself cum. His hard cock never goes down because hearing you beg him and seeing you cry has Toji. “Baby girl cry louder for me, you sound so desperate. But I thought you could make yourself cum, you don’t need me to. So I’m just going to have my fun with my cute little glory hole.”
Toji loves you bratting out. And will let you have toys for temptation. You have a dildo made after his cock that can suction onto the bathroom wall. Give him a reason to punish you.
Sukuna stops you, replacing your fingers.
He doesn’t care if you touch yourself. He knows it can’t replace what he does for you. And that means your already in the mood so he can help himself. “What a sight, you should greet me with your legs spread and your pussy wet every time. And just maybe I might keep you around a lot longer as my pet.”
what does sukuna care about? You getting off to any videos that aren’t of him. So he starts making several videos with you, for you to get off to.
Sukuna wanted you to catch him. And fucking hell is Sukuna a sight to see on his throne with one of his four arms stroking his bottom cock. With a hand tongue licking his cock. His top cock is free to play with and he expect you to help yourself.
Suguru encourages you and joins.
The second he sees you Suguru is telling you, “Give me a show and I’ll give you one. Do you want to watch me stroke my cock and massage my balls? Will you cum all over your fingers watching me? That’s right play with your sweet drooling pussy for me. You’re mouth watering princess.” Only Suguru keeps his distance and you can’t touch him. Not until you’ve overstimulated yourself and squirted for him will he finally touch you.
why does he encourage you? Because he knows it’s because you’ve been thinking of him. He loves your greediness, it’s your need for more that allows you to take so much from him. Plus the way you look at him, it makes him feel like a god. And your offering yourself up as sacrifice.
Suguru definitely uses your panties when he touches himself. In front of you are not. He loves your fresh messy panties the best. And will smell them in front of you, and he might lick the white cream off your panties as well.
thirst tweets with jjk men
synopsis: their reaction to some of the most out of pocket tweets about you and them.
featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro
warning: nsfw, i mean they're thirst tweets
reblogs are appreciated!!
literally is obsessed with reading them he could go on forever
is even more excited when you have to read yours too because he knows no one beside him will ever have you like he does
"satoru has such nice mantitties, i wonder what it feels like to suck the milk out of—oh my god," gojo finished reading with a laugh, tucking his head back with closed eyes. hes always had such a cute laugh.
"mantitties? i didn't know they had a name," you chuckled as you grabbed a paper for yourself and shrugged.
"twitter is wild, shouldn't be surprised,"
"but if you wanna know what it feels like, you should ask (name)—well, more like I'm the one who sucks on your mantiddies— no, they wouldn't be called—"
the staff crew bursted out laughing at his words and at how done you looked. you placed a hand on his knee and rubbed gentle circles on it.
"it's too early to be this drunk, babe,"
gojo huffed with a pout before looking away from you. what a drama queen.
"(name) has this ability of making me shoot my..." you paused, jaw going wide open as you stared at the staff members. "is this even allowed?"
"just say it,"
"...shoot my cum so high, my highest record is 2 meters. i literally don't know what to say to this" you finished as you stared at satoru who was having too much fun laughing at yours.
"hey, wanna know mine when I'm thinking about (na—"
he thinks they're amusing. people really take time to appreciate him like this?
tho he doesn't spend time finding them like gojo does, he is very grateful for the love
when reading yours though, he gets really into them
"suguru sir, shove one of your balls in my mouth, I promise I'll leave you alone," suguru read out loud with a grin, the staff members making noises of disbelief as you chuckled next to him.
"honestly I've seen them say worse about you and toji, your fans are wild,"
"have you seen satoru's? i think they're a bit wilder than these,"
"satoru's fans are obsessed with his boobs not his ball sack," you responded with a laugh, geto shaking his head at you before giving you the bowl.
"your turn," you grabbed a piece of paper and unfolded it, clearing your throat as a way to announce that you were ready for the worst.
"I'd pay (name) millions of dollars to let me eat her ass before farting in my- okay, we're getting weird here," you quickly folded the paper back, suguru clearly in shock at what you just said.
"jesus christ, they're down worse than me?"
"no seriously though, i can confirm that her farts do smell—"
"suguru i will shove your head in this bowl!"
is actually not surprised when reading them
almost as if he's reading the newspaper
he appreciates that everyone thinks he has a big dick :)
gets very much into reading yours tho, just like suguru
"i just know toji has the cock of a horse. I'd let him split me open anyday," toji's tone as he read the tweet should've sounded concerned, maybe surprised even. but nothing.
this man acted like what he just read was normal.
"i appreciate the fact that you think my dick is that big, i do believe though that no one is able to take it like a champ like precious over here,"
oh this part was so going to be cut off from the interview. especially considering how your face turned red and you tried to avoid looking at anyone for too long.
toji found it adorable. oh how you were his favorite person on this planet.
"now that we got that out of the way," you said after finally calming down, holding the piece of paper in your hands.
"list of things that (name) should sit on: 1) toji's face...2)my face," you buried your face in your knees, clearly tired of feeling embarrassed. "I'm so done,"
toji's hands rubbed at your back, amused at your reaction.
"i like this one, but i only like the first part cause it's true,"
another part of the interview that was definitely going to be cut off.
Gojo Saturo x reader!
Synopsis: Saturo’s missions were always hard- for the both of you. Especially the ones that take him across the country for weeks on end.
Warnings: none, fluff ! (Not proofread)
an: may or may not be based off the big time rush song...
Too say Gojo was slumped would be a understatement, (though the strongest himself would rather die than admit it), he felt as if his body could give out any second.
Everything about his profession came like a breeze to the lanky man- after all he's the Saturo Gojo- yet one thing he never looked foreword to was the after effects on his body and clothes after a long fight, not to mention the absentness of you.
His head pounded at the back of his skull, clothes soiled and heavy; the mission was a tiring one, spanning a little over a week and right now he was only on day three of his adventures.
Early mornings and late nights weren't a new thing, but the white haired male never fell short of a complainer; "Ynnnn! I had to wake up at 4 in the morning and Nanami didn't even share his coffee!" He whines holding the phone between his shoulder and neck.
"Oh no! You poor baby what ever will you do!" You fake coo holding back your giggles.
"Ugh! I can feel you rolling your eyes from here. You know it's not nice to give your hard working boyfriend such an attitude."
"Like you don't you get praised enough by your fans?" You hear Gojo let out a breathy laugh before replying, "Jealous?"
"No." You mumble. "Ah don't sweat it baby, their not you. Your the only one that matters." "Stop being cheesy." "Like you aren't blushing y/n." Gojo smirks, knowing he's right.
You smile; Your boyfriend even over phone can read you so well.
You let out a quiet yawn breaking the silence from both lines. "Tired?" He asks, " 's okay, tell me about your day", And at this it was his turn to smile goofy.
"Its late baby, I'll try to call you earlier and tell you about my day, go to sleep."
"Yea", you yawn again, "You should probably go to bed too sleeping beauty. Wouldn't want poor Nanami to deal with a whiny Saturo for a fourth day in a row." Your lover snickers, "Very true."
"Well Call me tomorrow when your done! Stay safe, love you and goodnight 'turu."
"Goodnight Angel." And with that the call ends...
Yea, it was for certain, Saturo Gojo thinks; your his favorite part of any long day.
pairings: Geto suguru x [black coded]fem!reader
cw: Geto’s pov, use of tobacco
The thick smoke of tobacco clogged the air, a scent that only seemed to ease the whims of Geto Suguru. As a courtesy and the bit of sympathy he had left, he took his remedy by the window, deeming best not to stain the black suit that was due to dress his body in the incoming minutes.
As he was perched against the windowsill dressed in only a loose pair of woven gray sweats and the rich locks of his hair cascading down his spine, he found entertainment in his companion, mentally chuckling at the man’s softened ideals. The idle chatter provided by his friend served as his white noise, not a lick of attention paid but boy, did it pass the time.
Of course, he reduced the sound of chatter to a mere distance, what weighed on Geto’s mind was more than what any twenty-eight could have hoped to fathom, all without the burning swishes of alcohol in their systems. A plan, a flawless plan to achieve a goal that’s haunted his thoughts since his youth.
And of course, with every mastermind ever born, there was always the persuader, using the harsh facts of reality to bring reason into everything.
“And what is it you expect to gain from this, Geto? Sure, it sounds cool but I don’t think you understand what’s–”
“Gojo, I’m not asking you to be my accomplice. I’m just asking that you understand. When all is said and done. I’ll have my way…like I always do.” An echoing scoff rang about the tanned walls of the living room, coaxing Geto to send a jarring glare towards his friend.
“Gojo, how can you disagree? It’s people like them, stuck-up, and sitting all high and mighty on a pedestal no one assigned them too. We–you and me, have the same memories, went through the same shit…and now you’re standing up for those assholes. You’re gonna make me shed a tear, man,” sneered Geto, plunging the blazed end of his cigarette into the glass ashtray.
With the bewildering gawk of his blue hues, Gojo raised his hands into the air, a defensive aura bleeding off him. “I’m not standing up for anyone actually, dumbass. It’s me–your so-called “best friend” lookin’ out for you. I mean, dude…this is like indirect treason. What you’re thinking, even worse of how you’re gonna do it. Who wouldn’t help but feel bad?”
Geto could only stare at the remaining wafts of smoke dust past his knuckles, tickling the nerves that lined his skin. Staring off into the glimmering lights of the city, he took little to no time to completely process what Gojo had hell-bent over. There was only one agenda on his mind, tossing all the reason and caution to the stars of fate.
Allowing for the words to roll off his tainted tongue, Geto paired it with a grin that even the devil wouldn’t dare grace.
“This country will be mine, every city, prefecture, all of it. And I’ll do it through whatever means I have to…even if it means having to break the heart of Tokyo’s Precious Princess: Y/N L/N.”
tags: @captainchrisstan @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @nanaminshousewife @tokyomanjihoe @indiecursor @po3ticb3auty @dabilovesme @presidentmonica @omniuravity @ebiharachan @sweeneyblue1 @seyawrld @yukihime-mikeys-girl @kurokoswife05
Summary : After discovering that your husband is dead, you find yourself in a completely different world, one filled with the finer things of life. What happens when you see the husband that’s suppose to be in a casket in front of you though? What are you supposed to do when you find yourself married to a completely different person than the one who stood with you at the alter.
Plot loosely based on the Telenovela ‘Sortilegio’
Warnings: 18+. Mentions of character death.
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The sun’s just past the horizon, sky painted in shades of oranges and violets, when Suguru pulls into the driveway of the place he called home. The house was still, his mother most likely still in bed, and the in house staff just starting to stir to start their day. The lights that lead up the front of the house are on, illuminating his way up the stairs to the large doors. He tries to be quiet when he opens them, but the sound of them echoes when he shuts them.
Suguru let’s out a sigh against the door, tiredness from the drive back home sipping into his bones. He wants nothing more than to climb into his bed and sleep until new, dreaming of your angelic face, but he knows the most sleep he’ll get will be a few hours before the news of his step-brother's death reaches the house. He’d received the call from Mahito on his way home, who had explained in great detail how the job had gotten done.
“Did you make sure he’s dead?” he remembers asking.
Mahito laughed a breathy laugh from the other end, “The car exploded. No one could survive that.”
Now leaning against the doors of the home he had grown up he feels a sense of pride. Everything was within his grasp. Soon enough everything he had wanted would be in his hold. The firm that his step-father had denied him. The inheritance he had left for Satoru would now likely be divided between him and his mother, he doubts that a thorough man as Ryu wouldn’t have a will for every possible scenario. But most importantly he’d have you. And he needed you if he wanted to have any of the previous things.
Pushing himself off the thick doors, Suguru climbs the stairs towards his bedroom. A sly smile spreads across his lips. This is now all mine. He thinks to himself as he passes Satoru’s room and walks the rest of the way to his room. The mixture of the light of the rising sun and the moonlight coming in from the skyline illuminate the circular hall, and Suguru can feel some of the adrenaline of what daylight would bring.
The black painted walls of his room welcome him and the black sheets of his king sized bed call his name. He undresses down to his boxers and let’s his hair fall from the tight bun he’d had it up since the previous night, his scalpel instantly feeling relief from how tight the band had been. Flinging himself on the bed he feels sleep seeping into his bones, eyes dropping down as he slowly succumbs to sleep.
Suguru dreams of you. Of the warmth of your hand tightly wrapped in his. The bright smile that you greet everyone with, and the twinkle in your eyes when you talk about the things, the people, you love. He dreams of your soft lips pressed against his, and the feeling of your smooth skin whenever he runs his fingers along it.
Fantasizes about your fingers tangled in his hair, making their way to the expanse of his back, where you dig your nails in as he kisses along the exposed skin of your collarbones. He can almost feel your soft plush thighs wrapped around his waist as he cherishes your body. What else is he supposed to dream of on what was supposed to be your wedding night?
Two hours later, Suguru wakes up to the sunlight pouring into his room from the undrawn curtains. He flips himself onto his back, painfully aware of that tightness in his boxers, and stares up at his ceiling. Sighing heavily he drags himself out of bed and into his bathroom. He strips himself of his boxers, and climbs into the shower turning on the hot water. He hisses as the few first minutes of his shower is ice cold water, but it helps cool the heat that is coursing through his body and the raging boner he has.
He needs to hurry, unsure of how much time he has before the news of Satoru’s death reaches the ears of his mother. It’s a given that Hanako would be the first person to receive the news, the authorities would show up at any moment and ask for her, and break the news of the tragic accident that took his brother’s life. He washes himself quickly, desperate to make it down to breakfast.
By the time he emerges from the bathroom, dressed in a pair of gray dress pants and a black shirt that outlines his pecs, the hall outside his bedroom is ridden of any house help. The sunlight is now pouring in from the windows above, the white walls reflecting back into his eyes. It’s so bright outside his bedroom that he squints as he walks around to the stairs. He takes two at a time, the noise of the house maids fussing over his mother carrying in from the dining room.
The house staff that he encounters while making his way, bow their heads, not a single one daring to look him in the eyes. Not a single one brave to ignite the wrath he was known for. He keeps his head held high and makes the rest of his way to where his mother is.
In the dining room Suguru is greeted by the sight of her mother drinking her morning cup of tea with her blue haired assistant seated in the chair Satoru would occupy on days he was home. He smuggly makes his way into the room, head bobbing from side to side and a smirk spread across his lips, flinging himself onto his usual seat. He picks an apple from the fruit basket centered in between the three of them, taking a bite out of it before he greets the two women, “ ‘Moring.”
Hanako gapes at him for a few seconds, continuing to eat the fruit on her plate. “You’re back earlier than expected,” she points out, asking without having to ask why he’s back so soon.
Suguru leans back, flexing his arm as he takes another bite of the apple in his hand. The black ink of the skull tattoo with butterflies flying out it flexes when he does, “Yeah. Some stuff came up.”
“What stuff?” Hanako asks, taking a bite of a kiwi from her plate. She looks at him in the eyes while she chews on the sweet fruit, she half expects him not to answer.
But Suguru is in a good mood, which throws both women off when he smiles and shrugs, “Just some things I need to take care of.”
Hanako doesn’t push for further information, not daring to ruin the chirper mood her son was in. Instead she proceeds to eat her breakfast, skeptically looking at Kasumi, who simply shrugged at her boss. “Oh Satoru should have gotten home last night. Nanami called late afternoon yesterday to tell me, so since you're home also why don’t we all have dinner together?”
Smile stretching further along his face, resembling that of a predator, Suguru leans back in his seat and placidly answers with. “Yeah that sounds great mom.”
The two women who had been anticipating an argument to ensue after the innocent request, stare at the long haired man with their mouths slightly ajar. Their eyes wide with confusion and looking at each other for some sort of sign that this was a dream. A sign that the words had left Suguru’s lips were that of a drug induced hallucination. Pushing back her suspicions, Hanako smiles at her oldest son, eyes twinkling with hope, “I’ll let him know once he wakes up.”
The table becomes quiet again, Miwa whispering her schedule for the next week, finalizing the last of the details before they both went off on the short tour together. Suguru leans back against his chair listening to the women converse softly. The sun outside is shining against the water of the pool that rests just beyond the large windows of the dining room. He can see the gardener and a maid laughing, can see the way the gardener leans in a little closer to listen to the young maid. Eyes dropping low as he smiles up at her, tongue running across his bottom lip, a gesture that reminds Suguru of himself. His eyes flick to the maid, who’s twirling a strand of her long hair around her finger, flirting as openly as she can with the bastard, she held a completely different aura than you. She wanted to get the attention of the man while you always seemed to shrink into yourself whenever a man approached you. It’s what you did when you first met him. It’s what drew him to you.
What are you doing now? Were you already up making breakfast for your sister and father? Were you unpacking the clothes you had folded neatly for your honeymoon? He knew you wouldn’t be going to work since you had recently quit, and it hurt him a little that you didn’t have anything to distract you from his absence of what was supposed to be a wonderful start to your marriage.
The sound of footsteps entering the room, looking over his shoulder Suguru sees Ichiji, hands clasped neatly in front of him. “Sorry to interrupt ma’am, but the police are here,” he announces.
Hanako furrows her eyebrows in confusion, standing from her seat, “Did they say why they’re here? Or what they needed?”
Ichiji shakes his head, swallowing nervously, “No ma’am, they said they wished to speak to you or sir Suguru. They’re in the foyer waiting.”
Hanako sighs and looks at Suguru, silently accusing him without meaning to, “Thank you, Ichiji. Can you let them know I’ll be right there.” The man nods slowly backing out of the room. “I hope this has nothing to do with you returning earlier from your trip and why you're being so compliant to have dinner with Satoru and I.”
Suguru feels the anger bubbling inside his stomach, slowly rising to his throat. “Of course, something that I did would be the only reason the cops would visit,” Suguru spits out, lips setting into a thin annoyed line.
“I’m just warning you, that this time I won’t be paying whatever bail or vouching for you. As much as I love you and as much as it hurts, Sugu, you need to learn to face the consequences of your actions,” Hanako states bluntly, walking out of the dinning hall, heels echoing across the room, Miwa hot on her heels. Letting out a sigh, Suguru stands from his seat, tossing the core of his apple on his plate before following.
He can hear his mother greeting the police officers, shaking their hands and offering them refreshments which they politely decline. Geto tries his best to keep a straight face as he anticipates the news, his heart racing in his chest. He stands next to his mother, offering his hand to one of the cops, smiling at them, eyes closed into half crescents. “Good morning, officers, Sugurur Geto. How may we help you?”
The officer standing closer to Hanako swallows, doing his best to avoid eye contact with the older woman, “This isn’t the easiest of news to deliver, especially so early in the morning, but this morning we discovered one of your vehicles in a ditch, we ran the license plates and found that the SUV was registered under your stepsons name, Satoru Gojo. The vehicle was completely destroyed as it had exploded, we fear that there were no survivors. We know from a few traffic cameras that your son had been the only one in the car before the accident…we’re terribly sorry ma’am.”
The world shrivels in on Hanako for the fourth time in her life. The first time she had discovered that she was pregnant with her beloved son Suguru, the world seemed too great for a young mother to be. The second when her first husband was lying on his deathbed, whispering all the things that could never be. The third had been when the love of her life, her other half, slowly died in her arms, leaving a gaping whole in her chest for the second time. And now this moment would be added to one of the most painful moments of her life. Satoru, who was her second son, who she had raised from the moment she entered his life, was gone.
Gone before his time. Gone too soon. The last piece she had of Ryu, her beloved Ryu, was gone. How was she to continue when the things she cared for the most were always getting ripped from her. First her chance at young love, followed by her first husband, then losing Ryu again, the rekindling of that flame with Toji, and now her dear son.
“N-no,” her voice shakes, tears unknowingly spilling from her eyes, “No, no, no! You're wrong! It’s not true!” Her body is trembling, legs losing their strength as she falls to her knees sobbing. Kasumi is next to her, rubbing small circles on her back, trying to bring some type of empty consolation, “Suguru, please! It’s not true! It can’t be!” Suguru kneels beside her pulling her into his embrace, pretending to be as shocked by the news as the rest of them, “He’s in his room! He was coming back home! No, no, no!”
Hanako shakes Suguru off her, legs shaking as he stands on them, making her way towards the stairs. She trips a few times, but it doesn’t stop her from calling her son’s name, “Satoru! Satoru! No, no, no, “ She continues to sob. Suguru follows her, guilt bubbling in his throat as he experiences his mother’s broken state for the first time since his father died. Hanako trips over her own feet on the third step, falling down against them, sobs echoing through the mansion.
“Mom, it’s going to be okay. Please mom, you need to calm down,” Suguru falls to his own knees behind her, wrapping his arms around her fragile one, “Mom please.”
Hanako continues to choke her sobs while Suguru holds onto her tightly, silently crying alongside her, “Not my son. Please not my son.” Not only was Hanako crying over the death of her adored Satoru, but the guilt of the one time she didn’t recognize him as hers was eating away at her while she called out for him. If there had ever been a chance to make up for that one mistake, for her greatest regret, that opportunity had either come and gone or she was destined to live with that guilt.
It’s late afternoon when Suguru tucks his mother into her bed, the tranquiler they’d been forced to use on her to get her to sleep, Her cheeks were still tearstained and swollen after spending the first four hours of the day crying. Shoko stands by the doorway watching as Suguru cares for his mother, a rare occurrence on his behalf.
Ieiri is still trying to process the news she received when she got a call that she was needed back at the Gojo’s mansion. Her heart clenched in her chest as she heard the desperate cries of the older women throw the speakers of her car. She’d been ever more distraughted when she arrived to see the usually strong woman on her knees crying on the stairs as her son tried to calm her down. Shoko had never seen Hanako this devastated, not even on the day that her second husband had died. The most she had been was frenzied with nerves trying to make sure the funeral went smoothly. To see her like this broke Shoko’s heart.
“So what happened?” Ieiri asks when Suguru finally walks towards the door of his mothers bedroom, hands shoved lazily into the pockets of his pants. His hair is falling from it’s usual ponytail and his eyes a slightly bloodshot.
“The cops came this morning telling us that they found Satoru’s SUV wrecked. They told us no one could have survived since the car exploded,” he pours himself a glass of whiskey from the mini bar in Hanako’s bed room, swiveling the golden liquid while he continues to speak, “According to her assistant they haven’t found a body, but it’s likely that he died when the car exploded.”
“I still can’t believe it,” her eyes travel to the lump under the covers, a knot the size of an apple forming in the back of her throat,” It’s so hard to see her like this.”
Suguru nods his head, eyes distant as he gets lost in thought. The alcohol burns his throat as he sips on it, thoughts that conflicted with each other swiveling in his head. Seeing his mother so dejected had a sting burning inside his chest, but he kept telling himself that her current state was temporary. Soon enough she’d be back to her normal self, tending to her plants and writing while drinking tea in the sun room. Soon the two of them would be back to their routines.
A knock on the door takes their attention away from the sleeping frame of Hanako, the door opening to reveal a disheveled Kento Nanami. His chest is falling and rising rapidly as he gasps for air, one hand resting against his chest; blond hair is loose from its usual slicked back look, free strands falling into his eyes. “I just heard,” is the first thing that leaves his lips as he pushes into Hanako’s dark bedroom, “How did she take it.”
“Not well,” Suguru responds, eyeing the other man suspiciously, “What are you even doing here? Shouldn’t you be working?”
Nanami glares at Suguru, “We let people go home when we heard the news.”
“Shouldn’t me or my mother be the ones to decide things like that?”
“As vice president, I had to make the decision.”
“Can you two please not fight, especially now, there’s so many things that have to be done,” Shoko interrupts, eyeing the bed as she steps between the two men, and slowly pushes Nanami back out into the hall. Suguru follows, drowning the rest of his whiskey.
Outside the room, light pours in from all directions, contrasting the despondent aura of the mansion. The day was reflecting the most inner emotion of joy that Suguru felt as he watched the world fall for those around him. As much as it hurt him to see his mother broken over her step-son, he was on cloud nine.
Shoko’s the first to speak when the door closes behind Suguru, “Who’s going to take care of dealing with the press. Hanako is in no state to do anything right now.”
Nanami speaks up, running a hand through his hair, “I can deal with the press. They’ll want confirmation that Satoru is dead.”
Suguru is barely paying attention, his mind wandering off to you, and what you're doing at this moment. His mind was thinking of how quickly he can get you to the mansion, and how to explain things to you, and in order for you to be brought to him there needed to be a funeral where the widow of his dear step-brother would have to be present. “I’ll plan the funeral,” Suguru interrupts the conversation between Satoru’s closest friends, mindlessly walking away from them.
The two of them stood there flabbergasted at the words that left his lips. There wasn’t even a body to bury yet, or the verification that Satoru was in fact gone from this world, and Geto was already burying him six feet under. When the initial shock of his words wears off the two follow him, pushing him to wait a while longer before doing anything.
“You’re going to make telling the press that Satoru’s not dead yet if you're already buying coffins,” Nanami spits out.
“Don’t you think you should wait until they find a body?” Ieiri asks following him.
Suguru turns around, eyes narrowed into thin slits and jaw tense, “He’s dead, that’s it, okay? I don’t need the media prying into this. My mother doesn’t need that.”
“Your mother deserves to have an opinion on this. Satoru was her son,” Kento argues, raising his head as he looks at Suguru defiantly.
Both Kento and Ieiri watch as Geto grinds his teeth, face tense as he considers his next words. They know what he wants to say, that Satoru wasn’t Hanako’s mother. Suguru’s face relaxes a bit after a few moments pass, taking one step down while turning away from them, “She doesn’t need the stress of planning another funeral.”
He’s halfway out of the house when his phone rings, the caller ID showing your name. As much as it pangs his heart, Suguru knows he can’t speak to you if he wants his plan to work, so without hesitating he slides his finger across the red button. He watches as he’s screen goes black, his own reflection staring back at him. For some reason he thought that getting Satoru out of the way would feel much more rewarding than the empty feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.
You stare blankly at the black screen of your phone, thumb sliding up and down the edge of it. Something was wrong, you could feel it in your bones. It was strange for Satoru not to pick up his phone, and the lack of news from him was starting to make you worry. He had made it a habit of his to call you at least twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, and as your clock read almost two in the afternoon, you had no choice but to feel anxious at the lack of a call from your new husband.
“Is he still not picking up?” Mimi asks, stepping to the bedroom. You shake your head, eyes starting to sting from fought back tears. “Hey, I’m sure he’s okay. Satoru’s probably just busy with work.”
Sighing you set your phone down, “You're probably right. It’s just weird not to have him call letting me know he got home safe.”
“I know, but he’ll call you when he gets the chance. He's so deeply in love with you that I’m one hundred percent positive he hasn’t called because he’s busy. He’s probably even beating himself over it,” Mimi moves your hair out of your face, “How about we make a girls day out of today, and we go stuff our faces with food?”
“That sounds great,” you smile, letting her pull out of the house. It’s warm outside, the scent of rain from last night still lingering in the air. You breathe in it’s sweet musky aroma as you walk down the streets to the small food truck that rested in one of the corners of your neighborhood. All the while you and Mimi are pushing each other into puddles of water unsuccessfully, laughs echoing into the sky.
Yet you can’t seem to shake the uneasiness in your stomach. It settles into the bottom of your gut and rests there, waiting for whatever is going to happen. You can feel it moving around, slowly curling into itself, impatiently growing with every passing second. You needed a confirmation that everything was fine, but the only person who could ease the anxious discomfort was not picking up their phone.
“Hey, stop worrying about him. I told you already he’s probably just busy,” Mimi tells you, sensing your worry, hand tightening around yours.
“Sorry,” you give her a meek smile,”It’s just, he always calls twice a day, even when he’s busy he’ll call. What if something happened? It was pretty late when he left, and then the rain started. I don’t want to think the worst, but what if he had an accident?”
“You would have already heard something if that was the case, so stop worrying your pretty little head. Everything is fine. Trust me.”
“I know, I know. You’re probably right.”
Mimi tugs on your hands, pulling towards the window of the truck, “Okay so come on. Let’s eat!”
The day goes by quickly after eating your sister forces you to shop with her, ignoring your pleas of not wanting to buy new clothes. Followed by her dragging you to the park to walk around, the warm spring breeze easing some of your jitters. You can hear the birds singing in the trees, and watch the sunlight dance at your feet as it pours in through the space between them.
“This is nice,” Mimi mutters, hooking her arm through yours, eyes closed upwards. She looks completely at ease unlike you.
“I wish everyday were like this. You know now that you're married, Satoru might not let you work once you have kids, and you’ll be able to take walks like this around the park all the time.”
Your face burns at the mention of having kids. It’d be a lie if you said that the idea of kids didn’t warm your heart, but it still scared you. Would you be a good mother? And what if something happened to you, and Satoru was forced to raise your children on his own like your father? “It’s too early to talk about kids.” That uneasy feeling builds up again in your stomach.
“It’s never too early to talk about having kids. I want to see a little niece, or nephew, soon.”
“Mimi, I just got married…and we haven’t even…” you trail off, fiddling your fingers.
Your sister teasingly leans into your ear, quietly whispering, “Oh but he’ll probably won’t take his hands off you when he gets back.
“Mimi!” You look around you to make sure no one heard her even though the park is empty while Mimi laughs next to you.
Her phone’s alarm goes off inside the pocket of her pants, she drops your arm to turn it off. “I have to go. I have class in fifteen minutes. I’ll see you later. Love you.” She doesn’t wait for you to answer, turning on her heels and walking away. She waves good-bye to you over her head, her usual bright smile painted on her face.
You wave back, watching as she leaves you by yourself once again. Once she disappears, your mind is flooded with thoughts of your husband. Of worried thoughts to be exact. Your finger hovers over his contact, and you find yourself calling him once more. Hoping that he’ll pick up and ease your trembling heart.
The sun is starting to fall under the horizon when Hanako awakes from her sleep. Her phone quietly buzzing under her people, as someone calls her. She doesn’t feel like picking up the drug Shoko ejected her with earlier still heavy as the emotion of despair that sets in her chest and gut. Groaning, she checks the caller's idea. Heart freezing as the least expected name stares back at her.
How long had it been since she last heard his voice? A week? A month? Perhaps more. She hesitantly answers, voice shaking as she speaks into the phone, “Hello?”
The sound of his sonorous voice causes goosebumps to appear on her skin and the knot to tighten in her throat. “Hey, Hanako, It’s been awhile.” He sounds just as nervous as she feels, voice shaking at the end of his greeting followed by an uneasy laugh.
“Toji,” his name tastes of honey as she says it for the first time since they officially ended their affair. No, since he ended their affair before asking his wife for a divoroce. “H-how are you?”
Hanako hears the sound of a breathy laugh on the other side, “I feel like I should be asking you that…I’m doing fine. I got released today and I’m back at home with the kids. But I don’t matter that much right now. How are you? I just saw the news.”
The tension in her throat tightens. A rush of emotions running throughout her body. How was she? She hadn’t had time to fully process the news of her youngest son’s death before being forced into slumber.
As moments pass and he receives no response from her he speaks once more, “I know we’re not on the best of terms right now, but me ending things doesn’t mean I don’t care about your well being.” He sounds confident when he says, unwavering in the words he speaks into the phone.
“I know. I just don’t know how I feel. It all just feels like a bad dream. That at any second I’ll wake up to him walking in through my bedroom door laughing and joking around, ” She forces out, “And as I sit her talking with you, it feels even more like a dream. It’s been months since we last spoke and yet we’re talking now. And I know what you just said, that just because we aren’t on good terms and whatnot, but I can’t sit here speaking to you like nothing happened.” She’s out of breath and tears are starting to prick the edges of her eyes, “Like I’m not the reason your wife is dead, or the reason you were unconscious for two weeks.”
“Hanako,” Toji’s voice rings of a warning, but Hanako keeps speaking, her emotions fully taking over.
“And after refusing to speak with me, you call me on the day my son dies. What kind of mind games are you trying to play with me, Toji? Just tell me what the whole point of this - what the whole point of our relationship was?”
“I have no ulterior motives for calling you other than to make sure you're okay. And what happened wasn’t your fault, it was mine for not being honest with her before I started seeing you,” Toji continues to explain himself, his voice rising and falling as he kept his emotions in check, “ As to why I didn’t talk to you when I woke, It’s because I didn’t want you to hear or see how much of a mess I was. I still love you, Hanako.”
Hanako presses her fingers to her eyes, a trembling laugh falling from her lips. “You want to know what I heard the other day?” She speaks bitterly, which catches Toji a bit off guard.
“That your wife was the first woman of your age you ever dated. That all your past flings had been older women, that you wooed yourself into their beds. Into their wallets. So I’m sorry if I find it a bit difficult to find any truth behind your words.” The other side of the phone is silent, Hanako silently prays that he’ll fight the accusations, but the dead silence follows. Hanako laughs once more, “You’re not going to at least try and tell me that what I heard isn’t true. I-I didn’t want to believe them which is why I kept blaming myself for what happened.”
“H-hanako, I really do love you.”
“Even if that’s true, it doesn’t matter anymore,” Hanako answers, hanging the phone up. She let’s the tears fall from her eyes for her lost son and for the man she thought loved her. A knock on her door has her looking up from her pillow and drying the tears. “Come in,” She calls out, pulling the sheets tighter around herself.
The door opens and Suguru walks in, his hair is still wet from what appears to be a shower, and he’s covered in his usual black attire from head to toe. “You're awake, good. How are you feeling?” He asks, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and taking her hands in his.
She sighs heavily, patting her hand against the top of his. The spider tattoo on it stands out against his white skin, she absentmindedly trances it with her thumb, “It’s just starting to sink in.”
Suguru smiles tightly at her, leaning towards her so that her forehead rests against hers, “I’m glad you're feeling better because I have a bit of shocking news.”
“What type of news?”
Suguru clears his throat, everything was going according to his plan so far, “I found some things among Satoru’s things. Specifically some plane tickets and a registration form…a marriage registration form. I think Satoru got married.”
Hanako squints at Suguru, head shaking from side to side, “What? When? To whom?”
Reaching into his back pocket pulls out a folded piece of paper, “The form says they were married yesterday, and her name is Y/n...L/n.” Hanako takes the piece of paper into her shaking hand, “It’s an official government form,” Suguru adds following his mother when she gets up from her bed.
Her voice shakes when she speaks, “Why didn’t he tell us? Does Kento know?”
“I don’t know, but I think you should call. I found her number among her things,” he offers her a post it with a number written on it in what appears to be Satoru’s handwriting.
“I-What do I even say? How can we even be sure that these papers are even real?”
“I found them among his things mom. I think that that proves that these are as real as you and me.”
Hanako taps her fingers against the table she’s leaning against, bottom lip between her teeth as she considers his words. She eyes the paper in her between her fingers, rolling the thin piece of paper. “I guess you're right. It’d be a good idea to get to know this woman, see what type of person she is.”
Suguru hands her cell phone to her, leading her to the vintage chair that rests on the other side of her room, taking the one adjacent to her. He takes her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her knuckles as she dial the number from the paper.
“Y/n, your phone’s ringing!”
You’re drying your hair as you step out of the bathroom, the sound of your ringtone reaching you from the bedroom. “I’m coming!” You let out a tired sigh, hurrying towards the bedroom where your Mimi lies on her bed painting her toenails.”Don’t get any of that on the sheets, it’ll be a pain to get out,” Mimi mocks you scrunching her nose up and mumbling your sentence back while you pick up, “Hello?”
“Um…hi. I was hoping to speak with Y/n L/n.” I woman’s voice comes through.
“This is her.”
“Oh…I’m Satoru’s step-mother, Hanako Gojo.”
You tilt your head to the side while drying your hair, “I’m sorry, but I think you have the wrong number, the Satoru I know doesn’t have a step-mom.” You hear whispering from the other side. Mimi raises an eyebrow, you shrug, sticking your bottom lip out a bit as you wait for the woman to continue speaking.
“I-I…Um…did you happen to get married yesterday?” She asks, voice laced with confusion and worry.
The question intrigues you though, because how could this complete stranger calling you over the phone know you were a newly web. Taking a seat on the edge of your bed, you answer, “I did, but how do you know that?”
“Like I said, I’m Satoru’s step-mother. I called to tell tha- what happ- something terrible has happened.” Her voice quivers towards the end of her sentence as she chokes over her own words, someone calms her from the other side.
You feel your own body going numb as you listen to her cry on the other side of the phone, “What happened?”
“We need you to come, as soon as you can,” She chokes on a sob once more, “Satoru…Satoru has had an accident and we believe he’s dead.”
Everything around you shatters, phone slipping from your hands. Mimi rushes to your side, as you start to incoherently mumble below your breath, tears streaming down your face. Your body is trembling and cold to the touch. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
But you can’t answer, none of the words that echo in your brain make sense. “Dead? He’s dead,” you mutter a little louder, voice starting to crack as the words slowly sink into your brain, “Satoru can’t be dead. No, no, no.” You scramble to pick up the phone, “You're lying, he can’t be dead. This is some type of sick twisted scam! Who are you?” Mimi’s looking at you with worry on her face, hand finding the small of your back as she tries to calm you.
“I already told who I am multiple times, I’m Satoru’s step-mother. I wish this was some type of scam. A really bad nightmare but it isn’t!” She sobs, followed by more mumbling behind her. “We can’t speak about this over the phone. We just found out about you and were equally as confused as you. We had no idea Satoru had gotten married, or was seeing anyone.” She continues to cry, “You need to come here as quickly as you can.” She gives you an address before hanging up the phone.
You're still shaking after a few minutes pass, Mimi’s soothing gestures doing little to calm you. It takes you another hour before you tell her anything, leaving her just as confused. “But I thought it was just him and his mom?”
“I know, I thought that too. But apparently he had a step-mom? I don’t know, we’ll be able to confirm if we’re talking about the same person tomorrow.” You shake the tears from your eyes, getting up on wobbly legs to start packing.
“You’re going to go?”
“Um…yeah. It’s the only way to know for sure.” You sigh.
Mimi watches as you take out a small duffle bag and set on your bed. She’s worried about you and for good reason. You just found out your husband is dead…the day after you got married and even though you're crying, you're taking the news a little better than you should have. “I’ll go with you.”
“You don’t have to do that?” You answer, sighing once more, “You have school, and there’s dad.”
Mimi looks at you in the eyes, hands squeezing your cheeks, “I want to make sure you're okay, and that you make it back here in one piece. I can take some time off from school…and dad’s old enough to take care of himself,” She reasons. You know that arguing with her would be pointless, so you nod your head and pack in silence.
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chapter i. once one begins, there are only ends
chapter warnings — none!
word count — 1.3k
the consort house was never quiet. and even though your bedroom was towards the top of the house (and more an attic than a room) you would usually be allowed to still hear the girls and young women running about down below. and if you looked out the window, you could see them playing, conversing—and if you were there at the right time, practicing magic. poor women, like yourself, and the ones housed in your small village weren't allowed to train their magic. in fact, poor people were hardly born with any magic at all.
you blinked up at the ceiling, still sleepy. and as per usual, there was a wooden tray with your breakfast sitting on the small table beside your bed. you weren't allowed to eat breakfast with the others, down below. but you could hear them. laughing and playing and bickering and there was nothing more that you wanted than to join them. even when they were taken away for the men (and other, wealthier women) to use, you had wanted to be there too.
suddenly, you stood so quickly that you ended up turning the bowl of strawberries over. the quietness of the house suddenly made sense. it could only be one thing, really.
the royal envoy was coming today.
the door swung open, and one of the hired hands, maki, grimaced at your horrified expression. "you've got to hurry and eat. then take a bath. the water is piping hot, and by the time you finish, should be warm. your clothes are here" maki pointed to the clothes hung over her arm, placing them down a ways away from you. "and ring the bell so mai can come up and do your hair. he should be here in a couple of hours"
she did not need to name who he was. and judging by the way you swayed on your feet, she felt as though saying his name would only cease to throw you into a further panic. maki was by your side in an instant, but could not reach out an arm to steady you. even this close a distance (save for hair styling—which only certain people were allowed to do) could threaten your untouched status, and could make you become damaged goods.
"i'-i'm not ready. they're coming and i, what if i-" helplessly, you stared up at her with wide, shining eyes.
maki stared down at you with her steady, unwavering gaze. her magic simmered underneath her veins, flowing sharply, compelling you to listen, to calm down for even just a moment. maki possessed magic prowess unlike anyone you had seen so far (which was admittedly not a high amount) and you wondered whether or not she had come from a richer family. in fact, you knew next to nothing about her at all, despite being alongside her for most of your life. "you've been waiting for this your whole life, and if possible, longer. you are ready, and you are worthy."
it was true. taken from your parent's home when you were a young child, you knew nothing but these people and these four walls. raised to be a consort before you were able to speak, you learned the ways of nobility from your kingdom, and not alongside the very basic reading and arithmetic lessons. it was much more important for a consort to be able to know how to greet foreign emissary or the many rules of dining etiquette to discuss philosophy or drama or history.
if your husband wants you to know, then you will know. instead, you were taken away once more to the brothel as soon as you ended your first menstrual cycle. there, under the watchful eye of the stern house mother were you placed on the other side of a one-way mirror to learn to do what would someday be expected of you.
and thus, you watched them consort. their arching backs, fine, bending legs, pretty whines and whimpers, and moans. you took it all in with greedy eyes, more than once hoping, desperately that you could join them, that they would touch your naked body too.
as an untouched, you knew there would be no such thing. you spent your entire life deprived of physical affection. you were not hugged, friends did not clap you on the back or hold your hand. it was a different type of hell. years and years and years you had spent; all alone but not. you'd broken down more than once, buried your face into your hands, or curled up into a ball, holding yourself back from begging. please, touch me, even just for a moment.
few people could live a life without physical contact. and few were born with the magic scent for it. right away, someone would be able to tell how special you were by the way you smelled. it was why you were so rare, so in demand. there were times you had wanted to throw it all away, to bound down those steps and throw your arms around the first person you saw, status be damned. you had wanted to be a regular consort too. to cook and clean and sew. to do laundry, to rake the leaves out in fall.
and the mating. you had wanted that more than anything. but now that it was mere days away from happening, you were terrified. butterflies swarmed in your stomach, multiplying so fast that soon, you felt as though they would replace the blood in your bones.
soon, you would be breathless, kenning and whining under your prince. he would feel you, all of you, the thrumming of the blood in your veins, your rabbitting heartbeat. his hands would be on your skin and his mouth hungry for your flesh. you would finally be kissed and held. and not just for one night either. unlike the consorts downstairs, you were special. your prince would keep you forever.
you wouldn't let your prince regret his decision for even a second. whatever it took to please him, because you didn't want to be left alone anymore. you didn't want to think of what would happen if you were not good enough. even if he kept other consorts, or let the others warm his bed—as long as he could touch you, then you would be happy.
slowly, as if in a trance, mouth untasting as the food went down. there was no time for savoring the meal, not with how nervous you were. there seemed to be a ticking time bomb, one that only you could see, seconds trickling down until the most important night of your life was before you.
you got into the bath, water hot as maki promised, forcing dark shadows from your mind. you scrubbed and scoured every single inch of your body until your fingers began to prune. when you stepped out, the other consorts were waiting. they dressed you, wrapping and tying the few layers of your shiromuku together so that the red lay under the white. they were long and loose despite this, meant to be easily shed.
time after time, your house mother told you that your husband would not care what you wore. that he would turn you this way and that, make sure you were just as perfect as the label seemed to claim. but that feeling, anxious, nervous, it melted away into anticipation as the consorts braided your thick black hair, piling the coils into a large messy bun.
done in such a way that was meant to fall apart and frame your face later on. to draw attention to your teary eyes, or for him, your prince, to stare down at you hungrily before finally giving you want you needed.
you do not think you can wait much longer.
¥ pairing: Mafia Leader!Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader
¥ genre: 18+ MDNI. Highly suggestive theme mixed in here <3
¥ wc: 860
¥ a/n: so this is going on from the mafia/gang!au i wrote about for JJK. if you haven’t give it a read!
The Geto gang was filled with top notch members, led under the watchful eye of Suguru Geto. Being in charge of recon units, and gathering the intel not easily obtainable, it was only right for his group to be the ones to execute the orders Lord Yuuji would give. Y/N, a newly Elite Leader of the Tenkai gang, had always been an interest of Suguru’s.
Suguru was proud of his members for all the information recently gathered in hopes to destroy the rival Sukuna, but he felt that he needed to thank you personally as you and the Tenkai were able to help out when the Geto were short on members.
“Ah, Mistress Y/N. I express my thanks for your help out there today.” Suguru approaches you when back at the safety of the bar you all claimed as ‘neutral ground’. He signals to the bartender for his usual, before gently smiling down at you, allowing you to walk before him towards the booths near the back. “If you may, I’d like to speak with you about future plans?”
“Master Suguru, you don’t need to speak formalities with me. We’re on equal ground, are we not?” You shoot a smirk in his direction as you sit in the booth, him taking the seat across from you. “Besides, I couldn’t turn down a plea for help from someone as skillful and attractive as you.” Before he could answer, the bartender brought over the drinks, Suguru nodding in silent thanks, turning back towards you, wearing his signature smirk.
“Attractive you say?” Suguru’s eyes raked over your features before bringing his glass to his lips and taking a drink, the dim lighting applying shadows to his muscles he’s earned over the years. You began to blush at the intense feeling his eyes held over your body, reaching out to grab your water, and take a drink yourself, averting your gaze before your thoughts began to wander dangerously.
The way his tattoos were so vibrant against his skin, the way they’d move along with the contractions of his muscles always made your face burn up. How could he be so attractive and rub it in your face? You placed your glass on the table, swallowing hard as you crossed your arms across your chest, eyes still not meeting his.
“Y-You know what I mean…” You started, hoping the subject would change, but when something is brought to Suguru’s attention, he doesn’t skip over it, no. He interrogates, gaining any and all information regarding the subject at hand.
“No, I don’t, sweetheart. Enlighten me, yeah?” At this point, Suguru is leaning against his hands, elbows perched on the table, staring you down like a hawk. You hated this constricting feeling forming in your gut, yet you wanted him to undress you with his eyes. Wanted him to force you to spill your words. Wanted him to-
“Fuck.” You whisper, eyes now staring back at him, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. He knew what he was doing, and you cursed at yourself for ever mentioning him being attractive. His low chuckle tainted your mind more, as you started to think about how he’d sound atop you in bed, praising you, as his hips rock hard and full against your own.
“Your tattoos are lovely, Y/N. Suit your skin well. Your beautiful, and tainted skin.” The last words were barely above a low whisper, showcasing his raspy voice, which only made your body grow warmer. He hears you shuffle below the table, only assuming you’re now crossing your legs to ease the sensation.
“No Ma’am. Spread them.” He didn’t mean for it to come out as an order, but to know you immediately obeyed, only edged his Ego more, loving how much control he could take over you. He wondered how far he could take the conversation before you’re practically begging for him.
“You’ve grown the ranks rather quickly. I had to stop myself at the meeting. I surely wasn’t going to let that Zen’in filth degrade someone as obedient as you…” His long half-tied hair was now falling over his shoulders the more he leaned forward, one gloved hand reaching forward to caress your cheek. “But why Y/N. Why do you hide?”
The question threw you off guard. Hide? What did he mean by that? You swallowed the nerves that sat in your throat, your eyes looking over your newly inked skin, remembering all the sudden accomplishments. Your eyes glance over at his arms, seeing lots of faded ink, scars, and wondering how someone like you, was chosen for a position like this.
“It’s Master for you.” His voice was a bit sharp, making you bite back your tongue, your core only getting more soaked as time went on. You rake your eyes back up towards Suguru, catching a glimpse of a hidden tattoo that peeked over his shoulder. His shirt was halfway unbutton, revealing his chest, which is how you saw a small section of it.
It resembled a Dragon.
And only true leaders wore that ink.
“Now, Y/N, will you be a good girl, and enlighten me?”
Mina chan please can i request ‘When their child is asking why you called them daddy too?’ with gojo, sukuna, geto and toji?
REACTION WHEN THEIR CHILD ASK WHY YOU CALL THEM DADDY
— Gojo Satoru, Ryōmen Sukuna, Fushiguro Toji & Geto Suguru x f!reader
You're giving your daughter pigtails when Satoru walks into the living room and sees you sitting on the floor.
"Hi, my little ones" he murmurs as he places a kiss on the top of your head and tries to give one to the little girl as well but she avoids it with a big smile.
"Daddy" she calls to him as she fiddles with the ribbons on her pigtails, "why does mommy call you daddy? You're my daddy."
Satoru smirks before meeting your barred eyes, "well princess, it's because I'm the best daddy in the world" he says proudly, "so your mommy is just making sure people know."
You take a long breath before looking at your daughter and turning a warm smile to her, "yeah, that's right" you confirm throwing a fiery look at your husband.
Your daughter wrinkles her nose and continues to admire her bows that have now captured all of her attention while Satoru continues to look at you with a smirk attached to his face, "what do you say, shall we let the neighbors know what a great daddy I am?" he teases, making you roll your eyes.
His son turns to him as Sukuna walks into the kitchen to help with dinner, "daddy, why does mommy call you daddy?" he asks as he assembles his little constructions.
His eyes widen but he manages to stay calm before he starts laughing, "because I make her feel good" he states making your jaw snap open, "excuse me?" you ask extereffectively.
Sukuna smirks crossing his arms over his chest, "buddy, I make her feel so good she has to let everyone know" he chuckles throwing you a look but the little boy doesn't seem to be paying attention back now back to playing with his toys, making you take a breath of relief.
Your husnand presses his fingers on your hips as he leans in behind you, "I think you were too loud last night" he chuckles in your ear pressing a kiss to your temple causing you to let out a soft moan before helping you cut the vegetables for dinner.
Toji gets your daughter ready for bed when you walk into her room to read her one of her favorite fairy tales.
"Mommy" she calls to you as you pick up the book from her small desk, "why are you calling my dad, daddy?" she asks as she slides under the covers.
Toji tries to hold back his laughter as he sits on the edge of the bed, beginning to tease you, "yes, honey" he smiles lasciviously at you, "why do you call me daddy?"
You can feel your face on fire as you search for an answer, hoping for your husband's help.
Toji chuckles when he sees you struggling, "look princess, it's just mommy's kind way of telling me I've been a good daddy to her ... for you" he murmurs, "am I or am I not a good daddy?" he asks with a smirk as you roll your eyes.
Your daughter is thrilled when he tucks her in and kisses her goodnight, "yes you are the best daddy" she giggles happily.
"Yes, I am" he replies turning off the light and closing the door, before turning to look at you with a smirk, "oh shut up".
Suguru sits next to you after serving breakfast to you and your son.
"Daddy, why does mommy call you daddy too?" he asks all of a sudden making both of you blanch as you exchange a look in terror.
You kick Geto under the table as if to say "find an answer, damn it".
He smiles turning to your son, "you know, because daddy cleans, and cooks and ... it's just a way of saying I'm a good dad" he almost chokes up as he comes up with answers that might seem plausible.
Your little boy shrugs, "a friend of mine said that her mommy also calls daddy her daddy when they have sex" he smiles making you snap your eyes and jaw open, "but I don't know what that means" he finishes the sentence with a smile making you let out a sigh of relief.
"I- I think I need something stronger than juice, this morning, babe", Suguru murmurs throwing you a look.
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jjk men when they hit the spot
↠ characters: Gojou Satoru, Getou Suguru, Toji Fushiguro
↠ Warning: heavy smut! minors dni! slight degradation with Gojo, overstimulation, dubcon, corruption, size kink
↠ a/n: this is my first attempt in headcanons since I'm used to writing fics often. Thinking of part two? Maybe. Enjoy!
• The meanest and absolute worse
• by meanest, i meant like the soft kind of mean. He's all mouthy with you, spilling out the dirtiest desires next to you while you're endlessly crying and shaking
• he's the worse because once he's gotten something interesting, best believe he's going to be entertaining that something until he himself is satisfied
• his mouth and hips are the cruelest combination enough to have you out of your right mind
He knows he's being mean the moment your eyes went wider when he continued his penetration inside you. Only this time he knows he's got a locked on target he's purposely abusing it without his pace faltering.
"S-satoru ah wait!"
No he doesn't even wait nor listens to you. Even with your hand weakly placed on his abdomen, Gojo just laughs breathlessly above you, watching your lips quiver out cries for mercy with your eyes screwed shut from the embarrassingly, hot gaze he's have on you.
"Why? Does it feel more better when I do this?"
Pushing away your wrist, he shoves both of the legs to your chest from beneath your knees. Positioning you in a deep mating press to plow deeper as he pants next to your ear, face scrunched in concentration at the vice grip you had on his cock.
"Hng! Stop! No ah— no more Satoru!"
"What's that, cupcake? You want more?"
The tip of his cock head bruising your sweet spot was too much, but you couldn't push him away from the position you were in. Even when your nails were scraping his back isn't enough in keeping him away. Only fueling and groaning out his desires when he feels himself pulse inside.
"M-mercy! Hah— PLEASE! Satoruuu!!"
Your moans slurring out with the string of saliva dripping from your lips when you convulse underneath him as the sheets damped. The whites of your eyes showing as they rolled back, limbs going limp as your beloved lover doesn't stop his torment with you despite sending you into the oblivion.
Even with you, Gojo was merciless.
"My poor baby, I must've been very bad to have fucked you all stupid for my cock."
You've already accepted your faith for tonight after catching a glimpse of the all too familiar glint in his eyes and crazed grin.
"Don't worry, little girl. I'll still be here destroying you all night."
• I wouldn't say he's as worse as Gojo is since they both share an equal amount of mischievousness
• But much like Gojo, when something catches his attention, you're going to have a lot of trouble getting him off of you once he notices you tense up at his subtle movements
• he'll become more taunting and playfully whining back to your own cries
• not really mean, but it sure is frustrating
• i need to add that Geto will definitely be looking at you with pride and lustful gazes as your body spasms beneath him
"Oh? What do we have here?"
Experimentally prodding his fingers in the warmth of your spongy walls, Geto bites back a smirk for when your hand flew to his wrist with a troubled look in your teary eyes. "What's the matter, sweetheart? You don't like it?" he snickers when your head falls back with a thump on your pillow, the two fingers buried deep in you massaging your sweet spot on point.
"J-just nngh not so much...Please Suguru."
As soon as you heard him hum, your body slowly relaxed assuming he wouldn't play unfair. Only to have a large palm placed over your tummy, fingers suddenly pummeling inside your squelching cunny.
Shameful moans covered behind your palm as the other tried to yank Geto's wrist away from battering your poor cunt and spot. "Why are you pushing me away? And here I thought you were enjoying yourself." he licks his lips in desire, watching the creamy substance leak on the sheets and soaking his hand.
His fox like eyes traveled up to meet your dewy face. Your hand cutely curled below your chin as it no longer was able to be kept covering your delightful squeals. Mouth open with endless of gasps and whimpers flying out just for him left Geto wanting more.
"Heh, would you look at that. You must really be feeling it now, cutie." adding a third finger to the party, your body tenses, trying to accommodate the intruding digits inside your small cunny, his thumb circling the sensitive bud of your clit and having you slam down in bed.
Immediately moving his hand to hold your thigh open, he welcomes the messy, mind breaking orgasm with a hungry grin watching you clutch onto the pillow for you dear life, the blush darkening along with your hair framing your features. Shielding away the damaged he's left you with.
"See, I knew you loved it. Didn't you, sweetness?"
• hands down the guy we all know has a corruption kink going on with his head
• of all the positions he's got you into, it just had to be one where he so enjoys knowing you won't be able to do much but just take, take and take
• you're just the right size for him wreck uwu
• he wants to be mean. He really does, but gosh he's just so in awe of your expressions and just praises you for being so so good to him
• was there a moment where Toji was actually soft? Yes, yes there is
Thick fingers fondling with your perky nipples carefully from behind, you don't know how much longer you'll be able to hold yourself up having the strong weight of Toji's thrusts push you forward down, reaching towards the deeper parts that has you now drooling on the sheets.
"You alright there, angel?"
It was so pathetic to not even respond to him. Mind all fuzzy, senses all focused on the massive length entering you from behind finally makes you drop forward if it weren't for his hands catching you. Noting how you were out of it, panting harshly. But couldn't stop himself when he sees how your eyes just seemed to look like they were in tiny hearts for him. "Seems like I overdid it." chuckling behind you, he kneads your breast together as your body slumps down in, his large frame dominating and easily holds every ounce of power from letting you escape from his agonizing pace.
"T-tojii..ah!" you cried when his fingers pinched both buds simultaneously, his thrusts accelerating until you were sobbing, babbling about how he's just so big and you want him to stop. But how could he when all you do was keep him in like you never want him to leave?
"Sweet girl, you're taking me so good y'know?"
The way his cock disappears and comes out with the thick, creaminess of your mess sticking on his length, your sobs increasing their volume when his thumbs rolled down in harsh circles on your bud had Toji biting roughly on your now tainted skin. Hands palming every where until one grabs a hold of his arm tightly, "Toji! Please! 'ts sensitive theree!" you feel his lips from your temple as he groans a breathy chuckle at the sight of your far out look. You were still so tight for him that he had no choice but to ram into you no matter how much the pleasure hurt.
"Shhh, just let me take care of you."
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