Honorifics: Vs, Sai, Mir, Miss (playfully), Ma'am (formal/if close)
Terms: Feminine, Masculine, Neutral, Nonhuman
Relationship Status: Taken
Extras: Multifaith, Objectum, Fictospec, LGBTQIA+, MOGAI/LIOM, Queerplatonic, etc.
Divider Credit
My Omegaverse Ranks
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Citrus Scale: The Levels and What They Mean
Orange 🧡 - General Writings. So this would be fluff, angst, comfort, and similar.
Lime 💚 - Slight spice but not flat out nsfw. Heavy make out, sexual tension, maybe some milder things like grinding or choking.
Lemon 💛 - The filth and sin. Full blown tango. Actually nsfw. Le sex. General kinks added in as well.
Grapefruit 🩷 - A rarer ranking not often used to be alluded to darker things. Such as yandere, Stockholm Syndrome, gRape, murder, body mutilation, etc. Usually sexual or has sexual themes but not always.
Fandoms I Write For
Baldur's Gate Three
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Hazbin Hotel
Creepypasta
Hetalia
Star Wars
Hogwarts
MeChat
Jujutsu Kaisen
Demon Slayer
Date Everything
Love & Deepspace
White Haired Anime Men
Real People
Anyways I think that's it. Send in those requests!
LOOK AT HIM HELLOO?!? Topping Sylus is my favorite thing omg. Love the jewelry and it looks like he bites her🫣 Him blushingg ugh I'm already imagining scenarioss
My soul wanted this with Sylus for a long time, how is this realll
Anyone who sucks sweethearticism micropeen actually pisses me off…her and her whole band wagon of JJK clique writers like mimijuu satorudillie tojiteddy and whiever else I forgot. Literally will not take accountability for their shitty actions. That server that sweet and her friend were promoting and letting people join was a cesspool of people shit talking other writers…and I know bc I was in it. The way when all this first went down and they were scrambling h and trying to cover their asses was hilarious. The fact that people will support BULLIES ACTUALLY FUCKING CYBERBULLIES LIKE SWEETHESRTICISM MIMJU SATORU whoever the else took part in bullying bluukive is actually fucking insane. And they can play victim all they want…we know what you did, you’re not a good person, and stop playing the victim about a situation you created and staged. Completely unfair to bluukive. Check urself before u send hate to another blog…oh and that screenshot abt them trying to send hate to Tony and their whole fuck ass excuse was bc oh bts fans are crazy, literally didn’t make any sense. Just a clique full of bullies who want to be the only people getting notes for thier shit
!!!! them trying to backtrack on the discord message when i got a tonycries ask right after lmaoo
you guys are so fucking weird !! you could go through the whole server rn and not find anything about anyone "bullying" other writers, if you search up bluukive or literally anyone in the server nothing would show up. i wasn't online to see the tonycries ask but other than that you guys r just pulling shit out of your ass 💀 and it's mean so stop just leave me alone
I'm not close to Eden like Mimuju and Tony might be but y'all genuinely need to hop off her fucking clit. Dear fucking gods. Eden is such an amazing and sweet person and she's genuinely such a good writer and you haters are just fucking jealous and I'm tired of seeing y'all take a shit all over my fellow fanfic writers.
Fanfic writers and fanart artists are literally what fucking BUILD fandoms. You guys are the reasons why so many fucking people, who join fandoms with a genuine love and joy for writing and drawing, fucking quit and never pick their hobby up ever fucking again.
Also let's not forget that micropenis jokes are literally transphobic and intersexist, and as somebody who is both trans and intersex - throwing us under the bus so you can be a hateful bigot because you're too poisoned with ravenous jealousy ISN'T THE FUCKING LOOK YOU THINK IT IS!
Can I ask you to do a fic about some numbers of the 200 prompts? If it's not a problem for you... ✨🥺👉🏻👈🏻✨
Maybe 51, 110 and 144 with Donnie and a fem reader? 🥺💜✨
I imagine that he's alone with the reader and she's listening some music. They're talking and then some songs with 'hot' lyrics or with 'sex vibe start to play, u know? Like Call Out My Name (The Weeknd), Chateau (blackbear)... They like each other so they get horny and end up fucking like animals. :)))
(The + kinky the better. I'm a horny™ girl xd)
Ps: If it's too much work or something don't worry. I don't want you to do something that you don't want/can :)❤️✨
Ps 2: I love your blog ❤️
As a member of the Donnie thirst brigade I’m more than happy to just give out some shameless smut with that tall sassy nerd. Also you had me at The Weeknd so yes. Took a small liberty with the music hope you dig it.
Goes without saying,
Rated Explicit (18+ Years Only)
“You give me energy, make me feel lightweight”
It starts with a simple question, a small fixation you’ve had when it comes to Donatello and your rapidly growing crush on him.
It’s a silly question, possibly even a comical one, but nevertheless an interesting one.
You’re both in his room, the ever changing LED lights accompanying the two of you while music drones out of his speakers. Inside the nook he barely sleeps in but still smells of him. Opposite each other, with your foot buried beneath his strong legs because you’re easily cold. That small detail of having Donnie’s hand resting close to your ankle making you smile.
Being best friends naturally meant that all manner of conversations have been had. Fun topics, curiosities of life and even some personal things you wouldn’t actually discuss with just anybody.
So you ask it,
“What’s a must have song in a sex playlist” You grin, wondering if this might be the time you both reach a TMI moment, but Donnie doesn’t disappoint. “I believe the mood is a big factor there, there is no sole correct answer” He throws back with a knowing smile. You slip your feet from under his thigh and opt out to prop them up on his lap, and on auto pilot he grabs them giving the soles of your feet a squeeze.
“Define mood? mood for sex is pretty straightforward and there’s gotta be a must have on said sex playlist” You retort back, enjoying how he just starts massaging your feet. “True but what I’m referring more is the mood of the moment, is it a loving mood? A kinky mood?” You wiggle your toes when he catches a ticklish spot. His answer absolutely delights you so you prod just a little more.
“Ok follow up, you’ve got a girl on your bed and she’s got the hots for you, what are you playing to set the mood just right?” You lean back, proud of yourself with the sheepish smile Donnie sports, making him flush was one of your favorite past times.
“Depends, is this girl kinky? Is she vanilla?” He pushes up his glasses when you make an ‘oh’ sound. “I think you like vanilla girls” You enunciate your statement by poking him with your foot.
“Y/n I’m seriously hurt, all this time as friends and you think vanilla girls are my favorite?” He shook his head with a snort.
“Donatello well I’ll be, we gotta circle back to that in a bit. So final answer, what are you playing when this hypothetical girl is giving you bedroom eyes?” You found his gaze, a shy smile gracing his features. Donnie leaned over plucking a tablet from his many little Knick knacks in the nook. He scrolled for a bit, swiping his finger upwards before a pleased look appeared on his face.
The familiar bass beat made your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Streets by Doja Cat? Really?” He nodded placing the tablet back in its stand. “Don’t approve?” He asked, you shook your head. “Au Contraire, I’d jump anybodies bones who’d play that to set the mood” The two of you looked at one another, Donnie eyes carefully scanning over your features, assessing a mile a minute in that brilliant mind of his.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” He followed the tip of your tongue sneaking out before you bit down on your bottom lip.
“Depends. Are you seducible?” You felt his hands run down your feet, gripping your ankles.
Donnie moved your legs, scooting closer to you with an unreadable expression. You didn’t register holding your breath until you reached for his glasses. Setting them aside you inched closer towards his lips. Donnie closed the remaining space, catching your lower lip between his lips, he kissed softly chastely leaving you somewhat hanging for what you hoped would be a deep kiss.
“You’re such a needy baby” His smile spread and you felt your heart skip a beat.
Oh. So that’s how he wanted to play.
You were ready to crash your lips onto his but felt his hand wrap around your throat, the way your pupils dilated only made him chuckle softly. “Call me vanilla again” His thumb caressed your throat, the sensation soothing but only making your stomach flip flop on itself. You were about to let another sass laced comment fall from your lips when his hand slid up, cupping your chin, rubbing the pad of his thumb across your lips.
God if he didn’t jump you by now you were going to scream.
“Donnie-“ He slid said thumb into your mouth and on command your eyes closed, where the fuck and how the fuck was he being this cocky and sure of himself?
Feeling the bed dip and said digit in your mouth disappear your eyes shot open. Donnie was pleased as punch with how stricken you looked. You bit the inside of your cheeks, pressing your thighs together. Time to level the playing field. You smoothed out your skirt, sitting up better to entice him with your legs.
“Chicken” You smirked.
“You can do better than that, Y/n” Donnie made sure the space was safe and no interruptions would take place, he toned down the colors of the lights. For a fraction the air of cockiness left him. “Are sure about this? Do you want to keep going?” Ever the gentleman, you gave your answer by hooking your fingers in his belt loops and tugging him closer. You backed up into the nook, Donnie knelt on the bed, astride your hips, eyes focused on taking in the details he’d often fantasized about.
“You already know how this one will end” You ran a hand up that hard plastron, the sensation making you curious, gently you placed open mouthed kisses. You felt him inhale deeply as you slowly undid the button of his pants. His hand came to rest behind your hair, digging into the scalp as you continue your trail of kisses.
“This your plan all along?” You snapped off his suspenders. “Too obvious I’ve been wanting to fuck my best friend silly?” Donnie swallowed, hands untying his signature mask, he tugged you down onto his bed, he’d never seen an image so beautiful and right. Without hesitation his hands cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. He buried his face between them, all tension rolling off those broad shoulders in shuddering breaths. “You smell perfect” Came his muffled reply between your breast. You raised your hips, trying to find some friction which Donnie was happy to provide with a roll of his hips.
That felt big, that felt way too good. “I feel better I can assure you” That definitely caused a deep churr to vibrate from within him. Explorations can be resumed for another time, right now you wanted him to feel the mess he had caused with such simple touches and words. Somewhere around breathing each others hard gasps, you felt your skirt being pushed up, as you nudged his pants further down with your foot. Donnie was super glued to your lips, even as hands explored, cupping, grabbing, running along the product of his torture.
With a plead that you pressed against his throat you felt Donnie throw your leg over his hip, your hand disappearing between the two of your to guide his hard slick cock to your aching core. There on your sides you met eyes as he pushed into you so deliberately slow, not just to not hurt you but to watch that very second where your gaze comprehended the sensation of him. Your knuckles ran the edges of his shell before landing at his neck. Each thrust sending waves of dizzying pleasure.
Donnie pressed his forehead against yours, that cockiness replaced by pure bliss, mouth agape and eyes shut tight as he moved with each of your wanton sounds. “Donnie look at me, want you to look at me when you cum” Your voice trembled when his eyes fluttered open and you saw such a debauched display. This time you grinned breathless as you wrapped a hand around his neck. “Yes, just like that baby, for me come on” You moaned when his hips began to stutter ruthlessly.
Kissing Donnie as he started to cum was possibly going to be your favorite thing from now on. He went to limp against you but still kept a bruising hold on you as he filled you up and made you so warm. Running the tips of your finger across his cheek you saw that sated smile appear. Slowly disentangling you he slid down moving your legs apart, and already you knew that there was no stoping this.
based on a convo me and @revenhaunted had a while back, we said it sounded like the kind of dumb shit raph would walk in on his idiot sleep deprived brothers discussing way too late in the night
My first time sending an ask to anyone u__u fndsjfnsd !! For the kiss prompts: "kiss it better" kiss with Donatello 💜
Jefjkcdlappsocoe ok ok, let me chill out cause I’m fangirling hard here.
A little make it better smooch with purple boi
Training to fight had never been in your cards. Sure you’d dablled in the idea of taking a self defense class here or there but I had never really planned out.
Queue your crazy current life with four mutant terrapins, who just so happened to be fighting experts.
What had transpired in the last couple of months felt like a bizarre dream. You were actually getting good at it, holding your own against a few friendly spars even if you knew they were holding back.
Regardless of, you sat cross legged on the floor rolling your shoulder until a harsh pop rang out. Donnie whistled placing his practice staff on the wall of weapons. “Somebody isn’t properly stretching before training” He turned to look at you, arms crossing with a knowing smile.
“Hey hey I stretch! I just whacked you a little harder than I thought, which by the way-“ You got up, knees lap protesting and made your way towards him. Donnie had a spot of blood on his jaw, your nail had knicked him, nothing life threatening surely healing already. “Got you there didn’t I?” You eyed him with a michevious spark behind your gaze.
Donnie bit his bottom lip, he leaned down close to you. “Kiss it better?” His voice was low, those gorgeous brown eyes of his sweeping across your lips.
Who were you to say no?
You pressed your lips near the cut, letting your lips slide across his jaw line before pressing against his lips. You gripped the lip of his plastron to steady yourself as you slowly molded your lips against his. Those massive hands coming to rest on your hips before they sneakily slipped to grip your rear. You licked his bottom lip, tugging it with your teeth before finishing off with a tender chaste kiss.
“Better?” You spoke against his lips, yours still tender.
“Mhm, results inconclusive. How about another test run?” He nuzzled your neck, giving it a gentle bite.
56. "Next time you wanna think about fucking me that good, I'm calling my lawyer." With Donnie and a female reader (it’s my birthday, so thought I would try to ask if I still could 😊)
Ahhh I wanna deliver this on your birthday (if I’m late then happy belated birthday!)
I’m in such a Donnie mood today lmao
Rated Explicit (18+ only)
Another year on this earth didn’t use to mean much to you.
Another year, another chapter, another set of characters.
But that all had changed, it wasn’t just another chapter with another array of people coming and going. You had a little family of misfits and within that family you had found Donatello.
It felt cheesy but true love really was a thing and it just so happened to be wrapped up in a 6”8 terrapin who happened to do some crime fighting on the side. Needless to say, being with was an experience.
With having a steady boyfriend it also meant that birthdays weren’t uneventful as they used to be. Between the thoughtful home made gifts and sweet gestures, Donnie never failed to deliver.
And he never failed to deliver in other departments.
Because somewhere around him wishing you a happy birthday and setting a cute little cake on the table for you, you’d ended up kissing him as if life itself depended on it.
Which brought you right now to your current state. Half undressed, sprawled out on the table with an equally half undressed Donatello driving into you. He had every intention of testing out of your dining table could really handle the power behind his thrusts. Just as you heard the spoons you were going to use to eat the cake clatter down k to the ground, you lifted your legs just a tad more to have that length of his really hit spots. The table made another prostrating sound but you were too close to bother.
You don’t attest for Donnie growling, pulling out and picking you with an ease that never fails to amuse you. He doesn’t set you down gently on the kitchen counter, he spreads your legs again with a firm shove of his hip and with a lick to his palm he coats his cock and drives into you once more.
More things fall and crash but you honest to the gods could give less than two shits.
The two of you could vandalize the apartment with how clouded both your minds are.
Donnie grips your waist, firm and with every intention of leaving some finger sized bruises on your flesh. You watch him, absolutely taken with the image of this sweet and good natured nerd, just fucking you. Because that’s what he’s doing, that’s exactly the message he delivers when he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls back. The pressure is exquisite, the way Donnie is looking down at you with lust, you whine for him. He kisses you, tongue swirling against your own possessively and at this rate your skills are gone.
That crescendo wants to hit, Donnie still has a grip on your locks and churrs out something that sounds like ‘for me’ and it ruins you so easily. Couple that with the way he’s thrusting he keeps rubbing up against your sensitive clit. “L-Look at me” He barely gets the words out, feeling your walls clamp down on him so tightly that he cums. Donnie spills into you with a moan that intertwines with yours, and through it all you obey his command to keep your eyes on him. His grip loosens around your hair, forehead resting against your own as he lazily fucks the last of himself into you.
There’s a disarray of cutleries and other (thankfully not glass) items around the two of you, including a tipped over chair and your underwear on the cake. You both breath hard, you more naturally and it takes a few solid blinks for the mush inside your head to clear.
Between how unplanned it was and how rough it was, you feel like the human sized version of jelly. Donnie admires how ravished you look, how you lay against and propped up by the wall, a slight tremor setting on the muscle of your thigh when you try moving it. He runs an affectionate hand over your most intimate (and still conjoined) area and smiles. “Happy birthday” He says a little cheeky but hints of that shyness he’s known for slipping through.
Your still catching up with your lungs when you raise a tired brow at him. “Next time you wanna think about fucking me that good, I’m calling my lawyer” You pathetically jam a finger at his chest which makes him snort. He pulls out slowly, enjoying the burn but never the absence of him.
But then he’s kneeling down, perfectly leveled with your cunt and the mess he’s left.
“Guess I’m ready to get sued, cause I’m not leaving tonight... or tomorrow... or the next day” Donnie gives the sensitive little nub between your lips a teasing lick.
He was saying the entire weekend with you...
“Oh Jesus Christ you’re going to kill me” Your leg shook as he licks a long and slow line throw your folds.
“Only in the ways that matter, only in the ways that-“ He buries his face between your legs and you can already hear your neighboring filing a noise complaint.
When your brain was coming back online between water breaks, you couldn’t help but wonder how he could top next years birthday.
Bro, blocking someone and then using their tag like this is, all offence, weak as fuck. Like all you had to say was, na bro I don't promote pedo protags on this here blog, because I wholly agree with the premise of your argument given contexts (i.e., writing abusive relationships to show the evils, great; writing abusive relationships to show the romance, yikes).
This response is so, so comically shitty within the context of that tag, oh my god.
Something being nasty is not a good reason to ban fiction about it.
If we accept that "something being nasty is a good reason to bad fiction about it" then we give a foot in the door for all the people who truly, genuinely believe that queer people are nasty to ban all queer literature.
This is not about defending bad people this is about defending the freedom of good people from tyranny, you moron.
I think if you take it to its logical extreme. Say, banning people from writing stories of sexual abuse. That could then be said "well ANY talk about sexual abuse is bad."
And from that, you could ban books that talk about it irl. Or books like how to recover after being abuse. If its not something to be discussed AT ALL.
The fact that I’ve seen this post in some form on my dash like 100x and each time there’s new idiots who do not get that you can’t have *some* censorship.
Either you’re for it or you aren’t.
The moment you agree that something should never, ever exist in fiction is the moment that anything can be banned.
Remember a while back how Tumblr banned a bunch of tags, including many popular innocuous ones that even people who are for censorship used and were upset about?
When censorship happens, stuff YOU like can and will be banned. That’s how it works.
Remember how a bunch of people had their accounts terminated here only last year for writing about their own sexual abuse?
When you ban “pedo” topics, say, any talk of child sexual abuse in any form, that means people can no longer write about their own experiences. It means people cannot educate others so they can learn how to protect themselves or get help from these situations.
Censorship is authoritarian. Full stop.
Even if “everyone” agrees something is “gross” and “shouldn’t exist,” that does not fucking matter.
Do you know who generally believes queer people are gross and shouldn’t exist??
The same people who are banning books left and right solely because they have queer characters or relationships.
The same people who attack and kill queer folk for simply exisiting.
This is not just some fandom matter or a case of being chronically online.
Protecting freedom of expression is essential, and if you do not get that, I don’t know what to say to you.
And the people who keep bringing up child sex abuse as a reason for censorship are doing it very specifically because everyone feels like then they HAVE to agree with the person in favor of censorship.
It’s not that there isn’t widespread societal agreement on this. It’s that they want you backed into a rhetorical corner where you feel compelled to agree with them.
Also, like, we KNOW how this shit shakes out in fandom because it's happened before.
In 2007, Livejournal capitulated to the "pedophilia and sex crimes!" cries of (hate group) Warriors 4 Innocence, and you know what communities got shut down? Slashfic communities. Sexual assault survivor support communities. Authors who'd written non-smut m/m fic even got caught up in it. It was DEVASTATING to fandom spaces. I think pretty much everyone knew at least one person whose account was literally DELETED, or were a member of a community that was wiped off the map because they were considerate enough to include topics like "sexual assault" or "BDSM" in the profiles under the badly-named category of "interests" to indicate that posts on said blogs or communities may include discussion of things like that. Even if it was for a SUPPORT group. And it was because a group of religious bigots came to LJ and said essentially "EVERYONE thinks it's gross and that it's promoting CSA, we should ban it."
Like, strikethrough and boldthrough were a large part of what propelled AO3 out of a more unfocused conversation on one person's blog about hosting a site INTENDED for fandom content, into being an actual archive and nonprofit. And it's a large part of why you won't find AO3 banning topics that you find "gross".
Censorship is authoritarian and it will ALWAYS have more collateral damage than you can imagine.
Going to add that fiction which had sexual abuse and communities which played around with it as a writing topic are the very things that protected me from irl sexual abuse when I was a teenager.
I was in a dicey situation, and realized that while my situation did not match up to any of the superficial or textbook cases mentioned in passing (if at all) through school, it matched up a LOT to what I'd learned about irl sexual abuse through works of fiction and the rhetoric of my communities. I got out of that situation and dodged what was, in retrospect, one hell of a nasty bullet.
If it hadn't been for that "nasty" fiction and those "nasty" communities, I would very likely have been abused, and subject to further violence spiraling out from that abuse.
I had a friend. We were 12. We had just discovered fanfiction and were obsessed. We read anything and everything we could get our hands on. One of the stories we read was a "pedo fic." It exposed us to scenarios and language that hadn't ever been touched on in Sex Ed at school or with our parents. To be frank, it "corrupted our young minds with topics we shouldn't have to deal with." It also gave my friend words to finally describe why her neighbor creeped her out so much. "He's creepy and weird" gets a 12 year old scolded and lectured on being nicer. "He's a sexual predator" gets adults asking questions and involving the cops. Her neighbor "moved away."
Censorship is pro-pedo and anti-child-safety. There is no communicating what's wrong if there are no words to describe what's happening. Bad things will happen whether you have the words to ask for help or not. Censorship takes those words away.
"I don't think anyone should be allowed to read or write this because it is disgusting to me" is authoritarian.
Warnings: Normal timeline, defected Suguru, questionable morals on all ends, cheating, threesome, p in v, oral (both m and f receiving), mental health, Gojo YEARNS, Geto misses his man, breeding kink (if you squint), creampies, light angst, satosugu, spit, voyeurism, facefucking, brief panty sniffing, dacryphilia (???), facial, cum kissing, suckin dem titties, nippleplay, very light nursing kink, lowkey switch!Suguru, highkey switch!Satoru, cum eating, Satoru is NASTY (but in a good way), very very brief booty hole licking, multiple orgasms, praise, degredation, over stim, petnames, Suguru calls Satoru puppy, color system check in, sappy aftercare.
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It tore you and Satoru apart when Suguru defected, grappling with the reality that he was the enemy now. Wondering how such a kind-hearted boy turned into a killer. Neither of you understood it, but both of you were left heartbroken.
Satoru, looking for a way to cope, threw himself into his training. He focused on becoming stronger and stronger. That was his purpose, right? To be the strongest? To have no weakness even though all he wanted to do was to claw his way into Suguru's soul and nestle himself in there and never have to worry about what tomorrow would bring... But such a life wasn't for him. He was a weapon. A tool. Not a person.
That was until you offered him solace. A sanctuary for his weary hands. A home for his already battle-scarred soul. You left Jujutsu High after Suguru defected, but you never left Satoru. You knew he was struggling, and so you would invite him over for Friday night dinners and let him talk his head off about his latest techniques.
But Friday night dinners turned into him staying over, sleeping on your couch at first, then in your bed, then in your arms. Your gentle hands were a soothing balm for the rabid, feral dog within him that chewed at its bars and threatened to break out and destroy the world.
Your fingers would run through his hair, brush over his ears, skim over his cheekbones as you whispered how precious he was to you and how you adored him. The rabid dog inside him would whimper and whine, nosing into your palm and silently pleading to be called a good boy again.
And he'd reward you for such attention. With lips that found yours, teeth that scraped the column of your neck, hands that cradled your body as if you were the most fragile doll that would break if he pressed his fingers too hard into your skin.
You'd gasp out and cry so prettily for him as he found solace in your warm walls, forgetting for a moment that he was a weapon to be used and discarded, and instead feeling like a human once again. Like he was somebody worth loving.
Only Suguru had ever made him feel that way before. But now you did too. Made him feel normal as he cried into your neck and muttered out heartachingly sweet poetry off a tongue that was honeyed with your juices. About how even the stars themselves couldn't compare to you.
Sometimes he'd think about Suguru as he made love you, would imagine it was Suguru crying out his name instead of you. He loved you, of course! You were his saving grace, but he couldn't help but miss Sugu.
Little did he know that he wasn't the only one thinking about Suguru Geto.
Because while he was gently making love to you on Friday nights and Saturday mornings, pressing sweet kisses to your neck and finding sanctuary in your arms, Suguru was fucking you into the mattress on Sunday nights and Monday mornings.
Where Satoru was soft, Suguru was angry. Angry at the world, at non-sorcerers, and at Satoru for not coming with him. And you were the perfect outlet to let out all his frustrations.
He'd play nice at first - coming into your house with a sweet kiss and fresh flowers for your kitchen. He'd compliment the food you'd make him and help you wash the dishes. His hands would be deceivingly gentle as he'd tug you back to your room.
But it would end as soon as he'd get you on that bed. Yanking your clothes off and forcing your legs open. He'd nestle right between those plush thighs of yours and eat you out until you were bawling and hiccupping. Tongue lapping at your sweet cunt like you hadn't just fed him, thick fingers abusing your poor hole and bruising your g-spot once again.
You tasted different from Satoru, but just as good. Sometimes Suguru would imagine it was him instead of you. He absolutely adored you, make no doubt. But he also missed having Satoru whimpering and bawling beneath him as he sucked his cock and made him cum again and again until his poor balls were completely empty.
But he loved fucking your tight cunt too. Large hands groping your tits and pinching your nipples as he rammed his angry strawberry-red tip into your cervix as if he was trying to get you pregnant.
Ass up, face down. You'd bawl and sniffle into your pillow as he growled out some of the filthiest phrases known to man that made your pussy drool and clench his thick girth.
You knew what you were doing. two-timing them. Not to use them, of course not. But because you just loved them both so much! Satoru couldn't expect you to give up handsome, hazy-eyed Sugu. And Suguru didn't honestly think that you'd give up your pretty boy Toru and his adorable little pout, did he? No, no, no. To give up one while keeping the other just wouldn't do! So you kept your dirty little secret, loving the two of them separately.
And everything was going according to plan as well. Until... Valentine's Day. That pesky holiday meant for lovers. Both Suguru and Satrou wanted to take you out to a nice restaurant. You panicked. You hadn't thought this far. So with frantic fingers, you cancelled on them last minute.
Profusely apologizing, sending all the hearts and pouty emojis. Sick, you said. Came down with a bug, and now you are horribly ill. So sad, so sorry, and all while telling them not to worry and not to come check on you.
You felt horrible, of course. But you resigned to a night of sitting on the couch with some cheap chocolate and a bottle of champagne while watching romcoms.
But your mistake was thinking that Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo would ever listen. They were brats in their own right, always bickering and pushing back with you until you gave them a good smack across the face, along with a boner. Hell, they were so similar in so many ways.
And that's how you end up with two very confused, very upset, very handsomely dressed boyfriends at your doorstep.
"And just what the hell are you doing here?" Satoru's voice growls out, clutching the white roses and painkillers he had in his hands - baby blues glaring at Suguru over the rims of his circle shades. Suguru only smiled coyly, but there was a subtle irritation in the way he clenched his jaw, gently holding a bouquet of pink tulips and some rather expensive chocolate. "Satoru. I'm here to see my sweet girl." He says smoothly, purple irises shimmering with shades of violet, layered like bruised petals under moonlight.
"Your girl? Please, she's mine." He scoffs out, making Suguru's eye twitch. Damn, did that fucker have to look so goddamn handsome while pissing him off? Suguru shook his head, ravenette tresses becoming slightly messy from the motion. "Yeah? Why am I bruising her tight pussy then?" He taunts back.
"Hey, I fuck her just fine!" Satoru squawks out indignantly, cheeks burning as he quickly jumps to his own defense, pointing an accusing finger at Suguru. "Yeah? Is that why I have her bawling on my tongue after our Sunday dinners?" Suguru purrs out smoothly, licking his lips as if he could still taste you from the last time he ate your sweet cunt.
Satoru's cheeks flushed a darker shade, a lovely crimson shade that caught the curse user's attention. "Yeah, I bet you're real sweet with her, aren't you?" Suguru growls out. "At least I treat her with some respect." Satoru bites back, stepping closer to him. "Oh, I treat her with plenty of respect; that's why I make sure to wring out as many orgasms as I can from her." Suguru taunts, straightening his posture.
"Was it respect when you abandoned us too?" Satoru snaps out, dropping his face closer to Suguru's. The black-haired man can't stop the look of guilt that flashes across his features. "Abandoned? Satoru, I'm doing this, all of this, for you!" He snaps back, voice raising.
Satoru's expression becomes a mixture of anger and anguish. "I don't want you to be the strongest. I want... I want you to be Satoru. Just... just Satoru." Suguru breathes out, features softening as he exhales heavily. "Can't you see that? I don't want you to be a weapon. I want you to be a person." He says softly, reaching for Satoru with his spare hand.
But Satoru jerks back, tears welling in his eyes. "You could have done that without defecting!" He snaps, voice shaking with emotion. "We were lost without you! Do you know how long it took to feel okay without you?" He shouts, voice cracking, as if he were barely holding it together.
They both jump as the front door to your house opens to reveal your figure, the dim light of your house illuminating behind you. "Oh shit..." you mutter softly, hair mussed up and only wearing one of Satoru's shirts that he had left behind.
"Hey princess." Satoru mumbles, sniffling and running a hand through his hair. "Toru, are you okay?" you ask softly, worry etched in your features, biting your lip nervously.
"Fine, fine." He grumbles, looking down. "We should come inside... talk." Suguru says smoothly, making you nod and let them inside and into the space that they had made their second home.
You all sort of awkwardly stand in the kitchen for a moment before Satoru hands you the white roses. "Happy Valentine's day, baby," he says softly. You take them with gentle hands. "Thank you, dearest." You murmur, smelling the roses and blinking back up at him. "They're beautiful," you add on, making him smile weakly. "Just like you." He murmurs, gently tucking a strand of your hair back.
"And... I got you these," Suguru's voice cuts in, and you turn to take the pink tulips from him. "Thank you, sweetheart. They smell amazing." You say gently, making him hum out in response, his gaze briefly trailing you as you move to grab a vase for the flowers.
You mix the flowers; pink tulips and white roses clamor together in the glass vase to make a whole new bouquet. You set it down on your kitchen table, both of the men in your kitchen looking over to see their flowers together.
"I... I do miss you." Satoru says finally, taking off his shades and rubbing his eyes, sighing out like he was utterly exhausted. "It's been hard without you." He mutters, setting his shades aside to blink up at Suguru like a lost puppy.
"Don't look at me like that," Suguru huffs out. Satoru pouts even more somehow, and Suguru sighs out. "I missed you too, Satoru. A lot." He says softly, reaching for his old companion's hand. Satoru tangles his fingers with Suguru's, exhaling with something like relief. "I'm glad." He mutters gently.
"So... are we all getting along again?" You ask tentatively, still unsure if they were upset with you for dating them both behind the others' backs.
The boys look at you, then at each other, and it's like they're talking to each other silently. A dangerous smile curves Satoru's lips and you're swallowing thickly, stepping back a small step. They looked like predators all of a sudden, and you couldn't help but notice how they had dressed up for you.
Satoru had combed his hair for once. A white button-up tucked into a nice pair of blue jeans, a nice watch on his left wrist, and the scent of fresh linen clinging to him. Suguru's hair was neat as ever, luscious tresses spilling over broad shoulders. A black turtleneck with sleeves halfway up his forearms tucked into a snazzy pair of black slacks paired nicely with silver rings and a spritz of sandalwood cologne.
"Look at her, pretty girl's checking us out." Suguru muses out, stepping up behind you to slink his arms around his waist. Satoru chuckles out, baby blue's looking down at you as if he wanted to eat you alive. "You're not really sick... are you?" He asks, and you blush shamefully, shaking your head no and looking away.
"Just... didn't know how to go on a date with both of you without... telling the truth. But I guess it's pointless now." You murmur, pressing your thighs together as Satoru grasps your chin to make you meet his eyes again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... do that... I just didn't want to lose either of you." You mutter out with big doe eyes.
Satoru softens a little, rubbing his thumb soothingly over your jawline. "We know, babygirl. We're not mad." He murmurs softly. Suguru places a kiss behind your ear. "Why don't we show you how much we adore you, hm? Have Valentine's date night here together?" He suggests softly, his greedy hands already slipping under the oversized shirt you were wearing to grab at your plush sides.
"Can we? I really wanted to spend Valentine's Day with you guys." You breathe out. That's all they needed to hear before they were both leading you to your bedroom - hands gentle but their intentions anything but.
You're pushed down on your bed, stared down by your two handsome boyfriends, and you feel heat pool in your core. "I wanna bite her-" Satoru says suddenly, and Suguru chuckles. "Patience. First, the greedy slut needs to be punished for playing games." Suguru says smoothly, making you whine out.
Satoru grins deviously. "And how might we do that, Suguru?" he asks, making the other made smirk back. But he doesn't reply, only grabs Satoru and drags him down into a mouth-crushing kiss, tongue darting into his mouth.
Satoru all but whines into Suguru's mouth, kissing back eagerly. His fingers sink into Suguru's sides, clutching him close like he was afraid Suguru would disappear again. "So desperate." Suguru teases, making the sorcerer growl back.
"I seem to remember a certain slut that enjoyed drinking my cum a little too much when we were younger." He growls, forcing his thumb into Suguru's mouth, opening his jaw, and spitting right into his mouth. The ravenette whines out, swallowing and opening his mouth again for another.
"See?" He says, looking at you. "Desperate slut just like you." He teases before spitting into Suguru's mouth once again. You whine out, wanting attention as well, but you're only given a glare. "Quiet, brat. This is your punishment, remember?" Suguru growls, making you pout.
"This is bullshit," you pout out, crossing your arms and glaring up at the boys, but it lacks any real heat. The boys chuckle at your tantrum. "Oh, but she is cute when she huffs and puffs." Suguru croons to Satoru, making the taller man chuckle.
"Let her throw a tantrum. She'll enjoy the show." He says back, his hand clasping the back of Suguru's neck and squeezing just right, making Suguru hum out. "True. And I need to have you again before we let our little sneak rejoin the fun." He says before smashing his mouth to Satoru's again. The white-haired man responds eagerly, devouring Suguru's mouth, and damn, was Satoru right about enjoying the show.
Heat pools in your core, and you press your thighs together, watching as Suguru's hands sneak down to grab at Satoru's belt buckle, tugging him closer and making the other man groan out.
The jingle of his belt being undone is heard before Suguru steps back to put his hair up and drop to his knees. "Sugu..." Satoru's voice comes out, breathless and pleading. "Don't worry, puppy. I still know how to take care of you." He coos out, batting pretty purple eyes that glittered in the soft lamp light of your bedroom like precious amethysts.
He swiftly tugs down Satoru's nice blue jeans to reveal his Digimon boxers. "Digimon? Really?" Suguru muses out, making you huff a laugh. "He still forces me to rewatch it with him." You giggle out, making him roll his eyes.
"Hey, it's a good show!" Satoru says defensively. "It's not my fault that you two are too uncultured to understand the masterpiece that is Digimon!" He says, making you and Suguru exchange a glance.
"Yes, darling. It's the best anime to ever exist. Now shut up." Suguru demands, shoving his boxers down and taking Satoru into his mouth before Satoru can babble on about his favorite anime once again.
Satoru moans out, baby blues snapping down to the other man that was now sucking him off as if his life depended on it. "F-Fuck, Suguru. S-Slow down, will you?" He sputters out, hips bucking despite his words.
Suguru responds by lodging Satoru's tip in his throat, swallowing around him, esophagus constricting around Satoru's length and making him moan out - one of his hands reaching to grip Suguru's black hair.
You watch the scene, pupils dilating as you feel yourself grow wet. You couldn't help but enjoy the view in front of you. Satoru, red-faced and moaning, hips bucking into Suguru's throat as if he couldn't help it. Meanwhile, Suguru sucks his cock with a ravenous appetite, his own erection straining against the fabric of his black slacks.
"F-uck Sugu, missed you so much. Fuck you for leaving. Traitorous bastard." Satoru moans out, ramming his cock down Suguru's throat, making him choke and gag. "But I could never stay mad at you... too fucking pretty to stay mad at. Love you too much to hate you." Satoru pants, both hands gripping Suguru's skull as he fucks his face.
Suguru whimpers out, as if trying to apologize, but Satoru doesn't let up. "S'okay though. I get why you did it." Satoru breathes out, feeling his orgasm build. "What matters is that you're here now. With us. Where you belong." Satoru says, a possessive growl edging his voice, hips stuttering before finally slamming a final time.
He moans out, spilling his seed down Suguru's throat, who swallows everything eagerly. "Satoru?" You call out softly, worry lightly coloring your voice. "I'm okay, princess." He says, slipping his cock from Suguru's mouth.
Suguru stands and cups his face. "I love you too, Satoru," he murmurs, Satoru tearing up a little. "Hey! What about me?" You say with faux indignation, making the two men huff out a laugh. "We love you too, princess." Satoru says, fully kicking off his pants before undoing his shirt.
You zero in, licking your lips. "Easy, girl," Satoru teased. Suguru starts to unbutton his own shirt. "You look hungry, pretty girl. Need to be fed?" He asks, making you squirm. "Can I, Sugu?" You ask sweetly, pouting and giving him your best doe eyes.
"Such a needy girl." He growls out, finally unbuckling his belt and shoving his slacks and boxers down. "Come on, pretty. Open up." He says, and you happily obey. Jaw slack, tongue lolling out, looking up at Suguru with an expression that makes him groan out with satisfaction.
He threads his fingers through your hair before gripping the strands in a firm grasp, fisting your hair and slipping his cock into your mouth. Your lips wrap around his girth, tongue running alongside the underside of his shaft as you greedily deep-throat him, making Suguru hiss out in pleasure.
Satoru also wastes no time getting to work, dropping to his knees and reaching under his baggy shirt that you're wearing to pry your soaked panties off. "Fuck. She's soaked through already." He groans out, handing your panties to Suguru, who brings them up to his face to sniff them.
You blush, but you can't protest, only moan out around Suguru's cock as Satoru buries his head between your legs, his tongue immediately finding your clit and circling around it.
"Yeah? Feel good, pretty?" Suguru croons, his tone taunting as he smiles down at you cruelly, thrusting his cock further down your throat to make you gag and your eyes water. Suguru's eyes darken, and he thrusts his cock down your throat again.
You whine out as Satoru's slender fingers poke and prod at your entrance before finally slipping inside, stretching you out and thrusting at a teasingly slow pace. They could both be so mean when they wanted to be.
"I think she wants more, Satoru," Suguru says, burying his cock in your throat until your nose brushes up against his happy trail while Satoru curls his fingertips into that sweet spot within your velvet while sucking harshly on your clit.
Your eyes roll back, your cry of ecstasy muffled by Suguru's cock as you cum, hips bucking into Satoru's face while he greedily laps up your juices, a moan leaving his lips as he drinks your sweet nectar.
Suguru pulls his cock back, letting you pant out and keen as Satoru continues to lap at your clit, prolonging your orgasm as long as possible while he fists his cock.
Suguru groans lowly, busting all over your face, cum painting your pretty features. Satoru finally pulls away and you lick Suguru's cum off your lips before Satoru pops up to smear his thumb across your features, cleaning the cum off your face before popping Suguru's cum into his own mouth. You whine out, kissing Satoru as if to steal it back, but he doesn't let you steal it all for yourself.
Instead he gathers it on his tongue to French kiss you, sharing Suguru's cum with you, both of you moaning out again. "Greedy sluts." Suguru growls out.
"Can't help it, Sugu." You whine out with a pout, blinking up at him. "Come on, baby. We ain't done yet." Satoru coos out, picking you up and tossing you up onto your bed. You land on your soft blankets, Satoru already crawling over you and peeling his shirt off of you.
"Satoru, stop hogging her." Suguru scolds, making Satoru whine out like a puppy that just got denied its favorite treat. "No. Share. It's my turn with this pretty pussy." Suguru says, already nudging Satoru out of the way so he can crawl between your legs.
"Still so wet." He purrs, running his thumb over your slit, a whimper leaving your mouth, still sensitive from Satoru eating you out. "And so sensitive. Did Toru eat you out good, sweet girl?" He asks, his tone taunting as he grips the base of his cock and rubs it over your slit.
You whimper and nod your head. "Y-Yes, Sugu. He did." You breathe out, making him grin. "Oh, did he? Then say thank you to Toru. Remember your manners, pretty." He says as he slowly slides his cock into you, making you moan out as you drag your eyes over to Satoru.
"Mm, thank you, Toru, for making me cum." You say to him, moaning out as Suguru buries himself to the hilt inside of your warm walls. "You're so welcome, babygirl." Satoru coos out, leaning forward to drop his lips to yours before trailing kisses down your neck, nipping and biting at the tender flesh, making you squeeze your walls around Suguru.
"Fuck. Always so tight." Suguru hisses out before snapping his hips into yours, making you mewl out. He wastes no time setting a brutal pace within your soft walls, large hands grabbing the backs of your thighs to keep you spread out so he can drill his fat cock into you as meanly as possible.
Satoru is enraptured with how you look. Lips parted to spill the filthiest noises, eyes half-lidded with blown pupils as you watch Suguru fuck into your tight cunt, hands curled into your sheets as you barely manage to ground yourself in reality.
"You look so pretty, baby." He murmurs, crawling closer to press sweet kisses to the swells of your breasts. You whine out, shaky fingers threading in his snowy white tresses, manicured nails (that he paid for, by the way) lightly scraping over his scalp and making him shudder with delight.
He drops his mouth to the side of one of your breasts, nibbling there for a moment, before capturing a bud in his mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around the perky nipple and making you keen out.
"Such a good boy," you coo out, your voice breathless from Suguru's relentless rutting, his mushroom tip kissing that oh-so-lovely spot within your walls that made you keen and wail with utterly sinful pleasure.
Satoru whimpered out, nuzzling closer into your chest like a puppy trying to nurse, a hand reaching up to palm your breast and massage it with his long fingers.
The dual stimulation riddles your body with intense pleasure. Satoru practically nursing at your breast as if he was determined to get something out (don't tell him it's not possible; he might just cry) all while Suguru fucks his thick girth into your pretty pussy with a determination that bordered on feral, as if the world would end if he didn't fuck your tight heat and stuff you full of his cum.
You turn your upper body towards Satoru more, gently detaching him from your now very sensitive bud and guiding him towards the other one. He latches instantly, sucking and rutting against the bed while you comb your fingers through his hair in silent praise.
"You spoil him." Suguru muses, fucking into you harder and making you cry out. "But he's such a good puppy, isn't he?" He chuckles out as he drops a hand to your pussy to roll the pad of his thumb over your slicked-up pearl.
"Suguuuuu!" You whine out his name as he stimulates you further, arching a little in response, your voice a bit warbled from the overwhelming pleasure the boys were inflicting on your gorgeous body.
"Thaaaaat's it, pretty girl. Cum for me. Let it all out." He growls out, slamming his hips into yours, moving his thumb faster over your clit. Your moans become louder and more high-pitched as he drags you closer and closer to an orgasm.
You cry out his name, the band within your body snapping as you cum hard, walls clamping down on his girth as your body convulses. Suguru drops his head to bite your neck harshly, making you mewl out as he slams his cockhead against your cervix to pump hot milky ropes into your tight cunt.
Satoru detaches from your chest, sitting up to make room as Suguru rolls off of you and collapses onto the bed beside you. He's being dramatic, of course; he could easily go several more rounds.
Satoru, however, is already crawling between your legs to look at your nectar and Suguru's cum all mixed together and spilling from your cunt. And before you can stop him, he dives in to eat at your pussy like it's a delicious sweet treat.
"You two taste so good mixed together." He moans out, lapping at your cunt. He licks from your asshole all the way up to your pearl, crawling over your body and swirling the mixture to mix it with his saliva. He grips your jaw, prying your mouth open, and spits the concoction into your mouth.
"Swallow." He commands, and you obey - coating the mixture over your tongue and letting the taste tingle at your taste buds before swallowing it all down your throat. "Good girl." He purrs, stroking your jaw.
"Toruuuu!~" you whine pathetically, making him grin. "Yes, my darling babygirl?" He asks, making you giggle softly for a moment before you're spreading your legs. "Need you inside, baby," you pout out, batting your eyelashes up at him.
He sucks in harshly through his teeth as he watches that messy mixture between your legs ooze out a little more. "You are so evil." He mutters softly, making you giggle again.
"Oh come on now, you're not gonna deprive our sweet girl, now are you?" Suguru croons, his hands grabbing you so that he can settle down behind you, resting you against his chest and grabbing the backs of your thighs with gentle hands - spreading your legs open and out for Satoru.
"Be a good boy and wreck her pretty cunt, puppy." Suguru orders softly, his voice smooth and silky, making Satoru whimper out. "Evil. Both of you." He mutters, his cock throbbing to be buried deep inside your pussy.
"Please, baby?" you whine out, wiggling your feet a little with impatience. Satoru growls out, grabbing the base of his cock to swipe it over your puffy clit. "Fucking slut. Got ate out, fucked, and you still want more." He growls, slamming his cock into you with a single stroke, holding it there, and grinding his angry tip into your cervix.
You moan out, arching in response. "That's it, pretty girl. Take it all." Suguru coos in your ear, pressing a gentle kiss just behind it. Satoru pulls out before driving his hips into you again, quickly setting a brutal pace.
It doesn't take him long to find your g-spot; after fucking you so many times, he knew exactly where it was at. His hands grip your waist, pressing his fingertips in as if he were trying to leave bruises of his fingerprints on your skin.
You wail out with pleasure, still sensitive from your past two orgasms. Tears of pleasure well in your eyes, and Satoru is quick to notice. "You crying?" He asks in that smug tone of his, giving a cocky grin, and you do your best to glare up at him.
"Shut up and fuck me. I'm sensitive after Suguru railed me." You bite back, but this doesn't make Satoru falter a single bit. His grin turns feral, his eyes darken, and he gives a laugh that tells you that you won't be able to walk tomorrow.
"Guess I'll just haveta do something that Suguru didn't then." He purrs out, making you arch more and slamming into you so hard that you saw stars for a moment, and you swore that his cockhead was buried in your fluttering, lovesick heart. "Guess I'll haveta make you squirt, baby." He says in your ear.
You're bawling as he drives into you over and over again. Harder, faster, deeper. It's all too much. But too much is exactly what Satoru wants. You wail and sob, but he doesn't let up.
"What's your color, baby?" Satoru whispers in your ear, your body quivering beneath him, Suguru still holding your legs up. "Mmmm, green! Green, green, green! Fuck, right there! Please don't stop!" You babble out between sobs, feeling a familiar warmth in your gut.
"Yes ma'am." Satoru muses out, dropping a hand to rub his thumb over your clit in fast circles. You cry out louder, making Suguru chuckle behind you. "So loud. But she takes it so well." He says, his tone carrying a teasing lilt.
"Damn right, she does." Satoru groans out, hips stuttering. "Fuck, I'm close. Cum with me, baby." He pants out, cockhead kissing that sweet spot in your velvety walls over and over again, determined to make you fall apart.
And fall apart you do.
You scream out, tears staining your cheeks as you finally cum again. Not just cum, you squirt, just like Satoru wanted, soaking his pelvis and the sheets beneath you. He snarls in approval, crashing his lips to yours as he cums inside you, dumping his hot load into your cunt and mixing it with Suguru's.
The three of you stay still for a moment, whimpering when Suguru gently lowers your legs, keening when Satoru finally pulls out. "Such a pretty mess." He murmurs, staring at your messy cunt.
"Satoru, if you dive back in there, I'm gonna smack the smack the shit outta you," you threaten playfully. He pauses, looking off to the side as if contemplating if it would be worth it or not. "Satoru!" you scold, catching his look and giving him a lighthearted glare.
Satoru and Suguru both laugh out at your half-assed scolding. "Relax, baby. I won't. But we should all take a shower and clean up," Satoru says gently. You groan, head thudding back against Suguru's chest. "You want me to stand? And use my legs and limbs?" you whine out.
Suguru chuckles, stroking your hair. "Well, we could take a bath and clean you up for you. But it would be a tight squeeze." He says softly, and you crack your eyes open and give a tiny little pout up at him, making him huff out a laugh and smirk. "Spoiled." He murmurs affectionately.
"I got it," Satoru says softly, getting up and stretching before walking over to your bathroom to draw the bath and fill up the tub. You stay with Suguru, sighing out softly as his fingers trail over your body and soothe your muscles.
Everything was peaceful in that moment. Satoru came back when the bath was done, and soon Suguru was scooping you up, and you were all squeezed into your tub, sinking into the warm water and relaxing into your boys as they wash you up and murmur praises about how good you were for them.
Once all clean, they carry you back to bed and put a clean pair of panties on you and one of Suguru's hoodies that he had left at your house some time ago before crawling into bed with you to cuddle and binge-watch dumb, cheesy romance films.
You all knew that they'd have to return to their respective circles eventually. Suguru would go back to his cult, Satoru would go back to the strongest, and you... You would wait for them to come back home. You'd get up and go to your job and work your normal, mundane life until one or both decided to visit you again.
You'd always be their sanctuary, their home where they could pretend that the outside world doesn't exist. For in that little house of yours, they were human. And at the end of the day, human was all they ever wanted to be.
2447 words! Btw guys, if I set up a Patreon, would any of you subscribe? Sneak peaks and early access to fics, Patreon exclusives, things of that sort?
3797 words! Yeah! Here's a sneak peak for you guys. This is toeards the beginning of the fic.
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Your fingers would run through his hair, brush over his ears, skim over his cheekbones as you whispered how precious he was to you and how you adored him. The rabid dog inside him would whimper and whine, nosing into your palm and silently pleading to be called a good boy again.
And he'd reward you for such attention. With lips that found yours, teeth that scraped the column of your neck, hands that cradled your body as if you were the most fragile doll that would break if he pressed his fingers too hard into your skin.
So um, I just spent the last 30 minutes writing and it was really good! And then I went to copy and paste my new workings into a grammar checker because I'm like... super self conscious of my grammar, lol. And I hit ctrl-v instead of ctrl-c and I fucking DELETED everything that I wrote and I didn't realize it until Tumblr already autosaved it so um... yeah I'm going toooooo go bawl my eyes out.
But your mistake was thinking that Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo would ever listen. They were brats in their own right, always bickering and pushing back with you until you gave them a good smack across the face, along with a boner. Hell, they were so similar in so many ways.
And that's how you end up with two very confused, very upset, very handsomely dressed boyfriends at your doorstep.
"And just what the hell are you doing here?" Satoru's voice growls out, clutching the white roses and painkillers he had in his hands - baby blues glaring at Suguru over the rims of his circle shades. Suguru only smiled coyly, but there was a subtle irritation in the way he clenched his jaw, gently holding a bouquet of pink tulips and some rather expensive chocolate. "Satoru. I'm here to see my sweet girl." He says smoothly, purple irises shimmering with shades of violet, layered like bruised petals under moonlight.
And we finish with 5,686 words, a flow score of 84%, and about 20 minutes of reading time. I'll be posting it tomorrow but until then, have another sneak peak.
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"I… I do miss you." Satoru says finally, taking off his shades and rubbing his eyes, sighing out like he was utterly exhausted. "It's been hard without you." He mutters, setting his shades aside to blink up at Suguru like a lost puppy.
"Don't look at me like that," Suguru huffs out. Satoru pouts even more somehow, and Suguru sighs out. "I missed you too, Satoru. A lot." He says softly, reaching for his old companion's hand. Satoru tangles his fingers with Suguru's, exhaling with something like relief. "I'm glad." He mutters gently.
Pretty please do Donnie x Frem!Reader 🥺🙏 Jealous/possessive Donnie, maybe he snaps at some guy for coming onto the reader and then feels a little insecure about the relationship and needs reader to remind him that he's all they want. Maybe Donnies a little rough/possessive during the sex(feel free to disregard this if you want) and preferably private sexy times if you could. 💜💚
[HOLD] for one muse to slide their arm around the other in a possessive way.
[REMIND] for our muses to have passionate sex meant to remind one party who they belong to.
To eachother:
"Tell me you're mine." and " no one else is ever gonna have a chance with me. You're it. You're all I want."
To a third party:
" don't you dare touch them."
You know I love my mans, so let’s do this.
“That I miss you when it’s quiet”
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He often wondered if these little appreciation events were worth it. For the most part they were usually held at a secret location and aside from themselves, Chief Vincent and close friends; it was filled with known faces.
A majority of the police force was also invited. Donnie knew them all, not from speaking with them. He had files on every single person who knew of their existence. He had to be a step ahead naturally, contingency plans weren’t an easy thing to prepare but he had them.
He hadn’t quite developed one for jealousy though.
This was jealousy of course. He could feel how it vibrated everywhere within himself, from the clench to his jaw to the tension at his fingers. The rookie he’d refer to him, he was the one with less experience in the force compared to his comrades. It had dawned on this individual to start chatting you up, and maybe a few cocktails into the nights festivities had egged him on to be bold. Because as he laughed at, no doubt a shit joke, he thought he could slide an arm around your waist.
You had recoiled, a nervous smile trying to ease the movement.
But it’s all the incentive he needed.
Because Donnie marched his god damn ass over to the two of you ready to put one of his contingency plans in motion. He very sure of himself when he wrapped and arm around you, large three fingers digging into the side of your waist. You opened your mouth, relief washing over you that Donnie was there but his gaze was zeroed in on the tipsy man.
“Hey big guy! Havin fun?” The rookies splotchy red cheeks painted a picture of just how inebriated he was becoming.
Donnie tugged you close, nosed the crown of your head and simply whispered for you to go somewhere and wait for him.
As you walked away, you looked over your shoulder to see Donnie grip the man’s shoulder in what could’ve looked as a friendly pat.
You didn’t catch his words, muffled by the chatter and music.
Didn’t quite see as he tugged the man close and leaned down to his eye level.
“Don’t you dare touch her” He deadpanned, eyes focused and reading that whatever came out of this man’s mouth could be his saving or his downfall. It served to sober him up enough and the man staggered backwards with fear in his eyes.
Exiting the party felt like a blur, there was a quiet almost volcanic feel to the ride back to your apartment. You figured you’d turn in and forget this messy end but when Donnie pushed open the window as your closed the door to your apartment you knew other things were in store for you.
There was an apprehensive jitter to his movements, a second guessing that brought you back to the early stages of your relationship with him.
When you had approached him, hands landing on his rough plastron in a comforting rub. You could feel his early need to recoil.
But he didn’t.
He placed his hand atop your own and rubbed. You kissed him, did your best to quiet that mind of his that ran a mile a minute. With those kisses you had soon found yourself at the mercy of his hand undressing you and taking you to your bedroom.
It had been there that he found that all those feelings, all those drowning sounds that sounded much like his own voice, could finally quiet themselves. He need not remind himself that when he had had you beneath him all he needed was to simply loose himself inside of you.
And that he did.
You felt his hands slide beneath you to grip your rear and further glue you to the bed. His face was stuck to your neck and with each thrust you felt his groans vibrate all across your skin. His teeth found that sensitive spot, your his quickly melted into a moan as he angled his hips. You wanted to see his face, wanted those beautiful eyes of his glued to you but just as you tried to stick your arms out from beneath his own he spoke.
“Tell me you’re mine” He mutters out against your cheek, huffs of warm air hitting you just as you lift your legs a little more.
His words aren’t playful, they don’t have that hint of flirtatious undertone that they have. When his eye do land your face, when you see how naked his gaze his, it hits you that he’s needs this.
He needs to be reminded that you belong to every inch of him.
You managed to unstick a hand and grip his chin, his thrusting slowing to a gentle rocking. You held his gaze, mouth dry from your exertions but you smiled, honest and sincere.
“No one else is ever gonna have a chance with me. You’re it. You’re all I want.” Your thumb ran across his lower lip, and every beautiful and meaningful look you had give him before did not compare to the way you looked at him in that very second
You watched his eyes, shiny and moist and holding back simply breaking apart on top of you.
“Im yours, Donnie”
He dove into kiss you, so feverishly and so desperately.
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3797 words! Yeah! Here's a sneak peak for you guys. This is toeards the beginning of the fic.
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Your fingers would run through his hair, brush over his ears, skim over his cheekbones as you whispered how precious he was to you and how you adored him. The rabid dog inside him would whimper and whine, nosing into your palm and silently pleading to be called a good boy again.
And he'd reward you for such attention. With lips that found yours, teeth that scraped the column of your neck, hands that cradled your body as if you were the most fragile doll that would break if he pressed his fingers too hard into your skin.
So um, I just spent the last 30 minutes writing and it was really good! And then I went to copy and paste my new workings into a grammar checker because I'm like... super self conscious of my grammar, lol. And I hit ctrl-v instead of ctrl-c and I fucking DELETED everything that I wrote and I didn't realize it until Tumblr already autosaved it so um... yeah I'm going toooooo go bawl my eyes out.
But your mistake was thinking that Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo would ever listen. They were brats in their own right, always bickering and pushing back with you until you gave them a good smack across the face, along with a boner. Hell, they were so similar in so many ways.
And that's how you end up with two very confused, very upset, very handsomely dressed boyfriends at your doorstep.
"And just what the hell are you doing here?" Satoru's voice growls out, clutching the white roses and painkillers he had in his hands - baby blues glaring at Suguru over the rims of his circle shades. Suguru only smiled coyly, but there was a subtle irritation in the way he clenched his jaw, gently holding a bouquet of pink tulips and some rather expensive chocolate. "Satoru. I'm here to see my sweet girl." He says smoothly, purple irises shimmering with shades of violet, layered like bruised petals under moonlight.
