Hi hi accessibility anon again I realized I never answered your question, unfortunately grays and oranges don’t work well for me. If they’re darker orange and gray it would but the lighter and brighter colors don’t.
I don’t want to speak to other readers with vision problems but for the most of the time I use light mode. And I think another thing to be careful of is how colors and formats look in dark mode vs light. I know some formatting and light or bright font colors that don’t look good in dark mode and some that don’t look good in light mode at all
ooh ok that will also be noted 🙂↕️🙂↕️ ty for letting me know!! and yessss i always try to consider how things look from dark mode vs light mode 😭 i code the gradient text from my laptop in light mode and then double check that it’s readable from my phone in dark mode, so i’ll continue to be conscious of that :>
How long do you think the reconciliation between them took to fall back in love after everything that happened? (And from what I saw in the tags: depression, unhealthy coping, suicidal ideation, etc.) how has either of their mental healths been since? (If you can answer those, I know you have the first chapter done but I wasn’t sure if my questions were too far into epilogue territory)
i can for sure answer this but for the sake of spoilers, i’ll keep it a little vague and not go into Great detail LOL. figure skater gojo and figure skater reader’s reconciliation and the process of falling back in love / choosing to fight to keep their relationship occurs after about 7 months of extreme tension between the two of them o(-(. which is about half of a figure skating year (the season runs from july to the NEXT year’s june). both of them are doing awfully mentally for a really long time and even after things get easier between the two of them, they still need lots of work (via therapy) to figure out how to just. cope with everything that’s happen with the baby and their relationship :,( it takes a while for gojo and reader to get their footing
continuing my geto x nonsorcerer reader thoughts but it’d be so cool if they were someone who wasn’t necessarily apart of the cult, maybe they’re a baker or a salon artist that nanako really likes and they came to the cult the first time because they had a small problem
however the more they visit, its moreso for small talk or small complaints and geto is Offput by it, there’s no way they just came to talk!! it isn’t until he asks why they keep coming and they straight up say “oh you looked like you needed a friend” and it makes geto Think for a while, even after reader left for the day
jesus this was long im sorry i didn’t mean to ramble-
the second i read baker reader i thought of this fic (its in my geto fic recs list) with baker non sorcerer reader and geto… its soooo mfing good, you should definitely read it if you havent!! ALSO ARGH THAT CONCEPT IS SO GOOD a baker or salon artist or even a teacher to the twins being with geto is everything.. he would take 20 points of psychic damage upon hearing that reader thinks he needs a friend and Wants to be a friend. i imagine geto’s pride and distaste for non-sorcerers would cause him to briefly drive the reader off, but every day geto regrets pushing them away and he realizes eventually that he Does like reader’s company despite who they are… argh 💔
3k notes on that stsg x reader fic is kinda blowing me away cos my fluff specifically never does That good 😭 I GOT 3K PUSSIES TO EAT TONIGHT. IM WORKING ON IT
after a long day, it’s no surprise that you’re left with no energy to take care of yourself, let alone clean up and drag yourself off to bed. luckily for you, your two boyfriends— satoru and suguru, the infamous strongest duo who are as weak as kittens for you— take it upon themselves to bathe you and wash your hair. princess treatment has never felt this good.
⋆.˚ content: SFW but MDNI 18+, fem!reader, canon jujutsu universe (alt au where geto doesn’t defect), fluff fluff fluff, humor, established polyamorous satosugu x reader, gojo and geto are WHIPPED for you and for each other, domestic intimacy, a fair amount of suggestive jokes (but the entire fic stays non-sexual), mentions of battle wounds & scars
a/n: this is a requested drabble for the non-sexual acts of intimacy prompts “taking a bath together” and “having their hair washed by the other” for a fewww different anons 🙂↕️🫶🏽 hope you all enjoy cos this was sm fun to write 💓 masterlist.
Bathwater laps softly at the porcelain edges of the tub, warm enough to turn your skin dewy beneath the draping of steam that hangs hazily over the air like a wedding veil. The bathroom's steeped in the mellow glow of an amber and blossom-pink sunset filtering through the windows that overlook Tokyo. More jasmine-sweetened steam drifts in languid, translucent ribbons from the oversized tub fashioned to fit three (thanks, Gojo clan money).
Lounging with your lovers, everything is pleasantly heavy— your limbs, your eyelids which have long fallen together, your subdued thoughts— and softened by the calming ease of being in Suguru's and Satoru's presence.
You sit between them, back resting against Satoru's steadily beating chest, his ridiculously long legs fallen open for you to sit between them with all the careless assurance of a man who has never once worried about taking up space. Suguru rests against the opposite edge of the tub with one arm curled along the rim and his legs similarly extended. Satoru's and Suguru's calves and thighs skim against each other where they border yours beneath the water, neither inclined to break the comfort of simple touch.
"You've gone quiet." Suguru's observation echoes off the tile.
"Mhm." Your answer is only half there.
"You awake?"
"Ehhh… Kinda sorta, sorta kinda," you mumble, seesawing a hand.
Satoru leans forward until his forehead lightly bumps your nape. "No sleeping yet, pretty girl. Ragdolling while we try to get you clean is a surefire way to go down Ben Drowned-style,” he teases.
You whine a little in protest even though the reference makes your lips tick. "But you guys made me so comfortable already..."
And they truly have.
The bath had been waiting for you before you'd even thought to ask for one. Actually, the idea was planted in Satoru and Suguru's heads the moment you texted that you were dead-tired and grimy to the group chat from the back of Ijichi's car. You had been the only one to head out on a mission today, Satoru spending the day teaching and training the first years and Suguru mirroring him with the third years— Satoru had weaseled his way into a full hands-on day with his students, claiming he needed somewhat of a break, and Suguru spent most of his time teaching rather than hunting curses anymore, anyways.
(You and Satoru have been on the offensive with the higher-ups for years to nail down this arrangement for Suguru. Sure, Suguru still took on the occasional mission when everyone else was stretched thin by their own duties, but for his mental health’s sake, it was best that he stuck to guiding and nurturing the current generation.
You never want to see him as hollowly depressed as he was after everything that went down when he was a student.)
When you'd finally wandered into your shared house with knotted shoulders and your thumbs aggravatedly digging out the soreness from your temples, both your boyfriends snatched you up at the genkan and herded you like wildly insistent border collies to the master bedroom's ensuite, which had been transformed into a luxury spa during your twenty minute commute.
Towels were folded up in their warmer, candles swaying happily, the massive tub brimming with fragrant bathing oils and mineral salts— literally the whole nines. All the tiny things you'd long forgotten mentioning you preferred for a long soak were present, that information lovingly archived inside two impossibly attentive minds.
Before you could burst into happy tears at the lengths they went to for you, Suguru helped peel away your clothes before passing you off to Satoru, who offered both hands the moment you stepped toward the siren call of the water on sore legs, smoothly bowing as though escorting you into a ballroom instead of a bathtub.
Between them, lowering yourself into the steaming water (which was the fucking perfect temperature, holy hell) was less like climbing into a bath— another chore to hustle through before bed when you were already so worn-thin— and more like mindlessly handing yourself over for what they both dubbed your 'princess treatment.'
Suguru's smile is a ray of gentle light coloring his words, "Are we supposed to apologize for being good boyfriends?"
"Yeah. And you have to live with the consequences," you sigh, slumping further back into Satoru. The water rocks with you.
"You hear that?" Satoru says to Suguru over your head. You feel his chin nestle into your crown, arms loosely coiling at your waist. "She's blaming and threatening us."
"This is what happens when we go out of our way and draw us all a nice bath, huh," Suguru kisses his teeth, theatrically disappointed in you and what his and Satoru's efforts have come to. "Shame. I guess we won't be doing this ever again."
That finally gets your eyes to crack, blinking past the steam shrouding your slivered vision. Suguru watches the both of you with a sleepy beam curling the corners of his mouth, midnight lashes dampened and beading at their tips from the humidity. In spite of his long hair being wound up in a picture-perfect bun straight from Pinterest— his thorough wash-day took place yesterday and he's in no hurry to rewash his hair all over again— the baby hairs coiling at his nape and hairline are helplessly frizzy, fallen victim to the moisture in the air.
Suguru's gorgeous, a fallen angel meant to tempt you into the salacious temptations of the forbidden— much like the equally stunning blue-eyed beauty cuddled up to your behind, fluffed up white hair as refreshing as winter's first snowfall and his innate charming smile ten times more devastating than the cursed techniques sown into his very DNA.
"Hey," you protest, somewhat impressed by how he's twisted this situation to his benefit. "I didn't say all of that…"
A big warm palm finds a home on your shoulder, the callouses at the base of Satoru's fingers dragging a satisfyingly scratchy path over your skin. "I didn't agree to that either. Who's gonna appreciate all our hard work and dedication to pampering her if not, well, our princess?" Satoru wonders aloud, each richly pronounced syllable traveling in a velvety rolling rumble through his chest to your back.
Suguru cocks a brow, though he soaks up the reminder with a smoothly executed drag of the wooden bath tray closer to the corner of the tub's edge. Fancy crystalized bottles rattle, winking rainbow prisms across the walls; the oceanic waves of Satoru's irises, the deep earthiness of Suguru's.
You see them in everything, the two men coloring the world you traverse in a gallery forever curated in their likeness, to the point that you couldn't name a single thing on this planet without your lovers tinting your glasses.
Sometimes, you wonder whether the sky was always that boundless, cotton-candy blue, whether the nature crawling dense coils up Tokyo Jujutsu High's mountain campus had always carried such comforting shades of chocolate-brown, or if loving them has simply trained your eyes to always pay homage to Satoru and Suguru. Whatever the case, you're ridiculously smitten.
"Appreciation isn't the point, Satoru," lightly sniffs Suguru.
You wish you could see the stupid grin smeared across Satoru's countenance as he counters, jokingly, "It absolutely is."
"It really isn't," Suguru deadpans, looking to you as if to say get a load of this guy. You giggle.
"I don't know about you, babe, but I wanna be praised for my generous deeds," Satoru announces. "It hits like a line of coke after a long day."
Suguru slowly nods his assent. "That is true… though in your case, I'd say that cake is more your style than coke of all things."
"Snoooore," you loudly mime, deadpanning.
Satoru's laughter sears through your skin, beating a hearty rhythm between your shoulder blades. Suguru fans his fingers over his mouth as he joins in on Satoru's chuckling, amusement blossoming in the air. "Alright, alright. The deluxe princess treatment package is on its way now, promise," Suguru sing-songs with a little flap of his hand, finally easing up now that he's found a way back on track. "Satoru, you'll wash her hair and I'll do her body?"
"For sure," he chirps.
Ah, how nice it feels to lounge around like prized, celebrated royalty without a care in the world while your boys work a plan to pamper you.
All it takes is a simple curl of Suguru's black-painted finger for Satoru to obediently thrust his hand past your head, palm paralleling the ceiling as Suguru pops the glass stopper of a bottle and drizzles a generous heaping of shampoo into his hand's cup.
Satoru loops his arms around your front and works the shampoo between deft palms before your eyes, vanilla and camellia blossoms wafting up to your face, which you dip towards the comforting smell with a hum. It's Suguru's favorite shampoo— you're always surprised when he shares some of it and his conditioner with you, given how he treats it like the holy grail that he alone was blessed and entrusted with.
(Even funnier how he flat out refuses to let Satoru get his hands on it. Not that the white-haired sorcerer cares all that much anyhow; he uses a 3-in-1 shampoo and calls splashing tap water on his face a 'proper face wash.' You'd think a man so prideful about his vanity would splurge on products to properly care for himself and his Adonis body— the same way he buys from luxury clothing brands on the daily— instead of winging it like a head-in-the-clouds college fratboy, but alas…
You've gotta give it to him though: his genetics are killer. Curse Satoru and the goddamned perfectly pretty Gojo bloodline. It's not fair for the rest of you 'simpletons' who actually have to put in the work to groom and maintain yourself in order to look even half as unfairly attractive as he does on a random Thursday morning. The universe shamelessly plays favorites, and Satoru is its dazzling golden child.)
"Tilt your head back for me," he murmurs, long fingers immediately finding your hair— already sufficiently wet— the second you obey.
Humming an absent tune that lulls you into closing your eyes once more, Satoru gathers up all your hair, his usual boundless energy replaced by surprising patience. You can envision the way he's likely got his tongue peeking slightly between his teeth as he smooths the shampoo down your head, working up a rich, pearly lather from your crown to your ends with painstaking care exactly as Suguru once taught him.
Nobody from Jujutsu Tech— not Shoko, not Ijichi, not even any of the students— would expect such gentleness from the strongest sorcerer alive. The same man that tears into curses with calculated, almost joyous violence and blows them apart with a well-placed Red and a dry “oopsies,” is unbelievably tender in his task of shampooing the outer layer of your hair before diving to your roots, firm yet gentle. Reverent, really.
His nails glide along your scalp in purposefully light scrapes that send shivers down your spine. A contented sigh escapes you before you can stop it. "Satoruuuu…" You subconsciously roll the r in the same purring cadence that Suguru speaks his name in.
"Yooo, chill," Satoru splutters behind you, sounding alarmed by who knows what.
Suguru fills in the blank with a suggestive smile and thinning of his eyes: "Moan my name next, baby. I'm feeling left out."
Ah. Curious, you shuffle your hips back further into the cradle of Satoru's pelvis, glad to feel a distinct lack of engorged arousal insistently pestering your back; he's as flaccid as the day he was born. Your foot goes splashing water Suguru's way next. He catches your ankle beneath the surface and chuckles sunnily beneath the playful heat of your half-hearted glare.
"You're such a hater," he chastises.
"Excuse me for trying to enjoy my bath and the princess treatment you both promised me while you two horndogs try to make something out of nothing," you say dryly, though the pretense of sarcasm is rendered null by the next (accidentally) suggestive noise that floats its way past your lips when Satoru tugs a strand of shampooed hair just shy of too roughly.
"I didn't mean to do that, sorry!" Satoru jumps to apologize, presuming you'll give him shit for it and kick him out. But the joint snickers that both men promptly share over your head informs you that they're not exactly remorseful; and they're not even trying to play it sly.
"There's gonna be floggers and pillories in my online shopping cart by the end of the night if you two keep it up," you warn even though you're chuckling yourself. "That, or a sounding rod for you to share."
"Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am," Satoru and Suguru innocently chorus.
Devils, the two of them.
But you're not any better, for you praise them in the sweetest purr possible, "Thank you. Good boys," and you all too joyfully reap the color budding across their already bath-flushed cheeks, tipping your head back against Satoru's shoulder to see his properly.
Suguru and Satoru: 1.
You: also 1.
You'll break that tie soon.
Fingers still wrapped in a delicate snag around your ankle, thumb sweeping over the protruding bone, Suguru one-handedly pumps a decent dollop of body wash into his palm, making a fist and dragging his fingers through it to warm it up a tad. "Lift your leg a little higher for me, sweetheart," he instructs, voice no louder than twinkling rain shimmering in silvery ribbons from the sky.
Conscious yet uncaring of the fact that you're already flashing him your most private parts (both your boyfriends have literally seen it all in every sexual and non-sexual scenario possible), you do just that, trusting that Satoru's solidity will keep you from sliding forward on your ass and submerging your face. Your hip flexor and quadricep tighten in a show of undemandingly easy dexterity— the movement of the latter has Suguru's eyes flicking down to watch as though you're his favorite film made human.
He scrunches his legs up in order to fit into the 'v' your own make. Shifting his grip to the back of your calf, he paints your skin in fragrant body wash from your foot, kneecap, to the crease connecting hip to thigh, coating you thoroughly and treating you to an impromptu massage along the way, thumbs kneading tenderly into muscle.
You're practically purring once he's done with your left leg. Suguru eases it back into the steaming bathwater and rinses you off with sweeping strokes of his broad hand until the jasmine-scented suds melt into the surface. Then, without breaking the tranquil rhythm you'd both settled into, he gathers your right leg in his grasp and starts anew from your foot upward, every motion as meticulous as the last.
You don't startle an inch when Satoru picks his task up again whilst Suguru works his soothing magic up your shin. Circles that bloom sweetness through your body are drawn into your scalp with the pads of Satoru's fingertips, thumbs gliding behind your ears before sweeping upward along your crown, coaxing the rich lather deeper through your roots.
His fingertips dance across your hair in broad, enthusiastic circles, working the shampoo in with enough vigor to make your head tip slightly. It's embarrassingly effective in making you lose track of where one minute ends and another begins. The little remaining tension loosens from your body like water through a sieve.
"Oh my godddd," you moan, blissful, completely swept up in their pampering that comes without a price. You melt between Satoru and Suguru without thinking, trusting the secure cradle of their bodies as completely as breathing itself. "This is exactly what I needed. This is heaven."
"You deserve only good things, especially tonight," Suguru murmurs affectionately, gently dunking your right leg and rinsing that one off, too.
"All the time, really," Satoru agrees. He leaves your hair once he's sure each strand is thoroughly lathered up. "Seeing you turn into a cute little puddle is the best bonus I could ask for. Just let us take care of you, yeah?"
He returns to you with a wooden rinse pitcher that Suguru hands to him. He cups warm bathwater into it, stray droplets sprinkling across the bath's surface when he pulls the pitcher free with an audible gulp of water. Anticipating what follows, you tip your head back and stay still as Satoru pours the first cascade of water over your head to cleanse you of the fragrant foam, his free hand shielding your forehead to keep it from spilling over your face.
"You wanna know a neat trick I thought of?" Satoru asks, voice overflowing with prideful excitement. You and Suguru rumble low noises from your throats at the same time, encouraging. "If Blue allows me to pull buildings apart at minimum output by drawing everything towards the impossibility, then it makes sense that if I put the tiiiiniest possible output into Blue—" you feel a tempered spike of cursed energy that makes the dampened hair at your nape prick to attention, "—the field of attraction is weak enough that I can siphon water from hair."
Before the dirtied water can rejoin the pooling bathwater lapping over you all, it peels from your hair like a clean, satisfying strip of tape as though the laws of nature, too, submit to the wonder that is Gojo Satoru.
You feel each saturated lock of hair lighten by degrees more than you see it. Suspended at your sides where you can spy it from the corner of yout eye, the extracted water gathers into a lazily revolving sphere no larger than a melon, pale with diluted shampoo that swirls in pearlescent ribbons beneath the bathroom's amber light. You can tell that Satoru's flicked his fingers behind you when it all goes gliding into a bucket by the tub— he probably thought to put it there in advance, you realize— with a muffled sploosh. Suguru whistles, impressed.
"There!" Satoru chirps, grin crystal-clear in his voice as though he'd unveiled the world's greatest scientific breakthrough instead of an absurdly overengineered bath hack using one of the greatest cursed techniques in history. "No gross rinse water in the tub."
"That was cool, Toru," you gush.
Suguru's laugh slips free in a quiet puff. "Good idea, baby."
The dual praise has Satoru radiating like an overjoyed sun behind you. "Right? Right?" He boasts with no modesty whatsover, chest jutting proudly against your back.
"You'll have to do that for my hair sometime, too," Suguru sighs longingly, tilting his head with a charmed look on his face. He's so cute. "I could use one of my curses, but Blue'll save me so much time. My hair's getting even longer than it already is, if you can imagine."
"Please never cut it," you and Satoru pipe up in genuine agony.
Suguru titters, enchanting brown eyes creasing in a blinding smile, brighter somehow for it. "Relax, you two. I won't. Aside from trimming split ends— knock on wood." He raps the wooden bath tray with his knuckles.
The exchange coaxes an involuntary smile of your own, the stretch of your lips so overly fond that your cheeks ache. It is so wonderfully, unmistakably the three of you— Suguru's easy indulgement forever balanced alongside Satoru's irrepressible enthusiasm and your habit of matching them both exactly where they stand.
Suguru re-lathers his hands to work on your abdomen, muscles fluttering in delicate butterly wings behind the bountiful garden of your skin at the ticklish feeling of his slickened touch; Satoru ladles another pitcherful over your head and repeats the process of gathering and discarding every soapy drop with Blue. Suguru glides soap up the valley between your perked breasts and beneath them as well, even massaging your tits without a lick of sexual intent; Satoru gives you one last rinse before passing curious fingers through your hair until the strands slide cleanly through his hands, gently teasing apart the few stubborn knots left over. The bathwater gently rocks against your ribs whenever they both shift, focused on their individual tasks but nonetheless in tune with one another.
By the time Suguru finishes off your front by washing your collarbones and shoulders and Satoru's just teased apart the few stubborn knots left over in your hair, your hair hangs sleek and impossibly clean, you're feeling squeaky clean from head to toe, and the bathwater around your bodies remains as clear as when you'd first slipped into it, aside from the body wash that's sluiced off of you.
You feel as though they’d somehow washed away not only the day's sweat and oils, but every bothersome thought that had settled there alongside them. You could seriously fall asleep any second without realizing you'd slipped into unconsciousness.
"Look at us working together in sync," Satoru lilts, signaling for the conditioner over your shoulder. Suguru hands it off from the bath tray without missing a beat. "The G.G. Salon is taking off."
"G.G.?" You ask, faint laughter already bubbling through your nose before he even elaborates. You're anticipating something so stupid that it's somehow funny.
"Get gucked," Satoru supplies, only to shriek a soprano's pitch and jackknife his leg through the water when Suguru aggressively pinches Satoru's big toe. "Yeesh, can't a guy joke around here? I meant the Gojo-Geto salon."
Suguru smiles serenely.
They make quick— but not rushed— work of the rest of your treatment. Suguru reaches between yours and Satoru's bodies to bathe your back while Satoru conditions the ends of your hair with the creamy fixture.
Clearing your hair of conditioner after it soaks in is easy as it was for Satoru with the shampoo. He splashes water along your back to finish off Suguru's work, and Suguru leans in to nuzzle a brief kiss against your forehead, lips lingering for only a second before he settles back against the tub's rim again, the picture of handsome relaxation. A moment later, Satoru cranes his head to smooch the side of your neck as if unwilling to be left out, then ducks past you to peck Suguru's mouth.
No words are needed in the wakeful peace that draws a curtain over you; you, Satoru, and Suguru seemingly come to a silent agreement to soak in the jasmine-fermented bath a while longer, all of yours eyes closed in bone-deep gratification. Heat loosens muscles and peels the firm grip of old aches and pains stemming from battles old and new, determined to ease your bodies that've been carved out from years and years of sorcerery. You only clamber out when the bathwater is cool enough to be drained, yours and Satoru's and Suguru's fingers and toes pruny from the extended soak.
The tired little shiver that quakes you when the air hits your damp skin is noticed immediately by Suguru, who quietly directs Satoru to empty the bucket of dirtied water down the tub before turning to you with towels straight from the tower warmer. He wraps one loosely around your hair and gently squeezes away the excess water.
His sweetened cooing of how cute you are when you're all sleepy and doted-on makes you duck your head into his touch if only to hide your face from the loving searchlights of his eyes. You allow Suguru to similarly wrap your body up in a second towel and you gleefully burrow into the fluffy comfort of it.
Satoru zips to your side in literal seconds with two more towels bunched under his arm, blue eyes alight and completely comfortable in his nudity. "My turn," he announces.
"Didn't you have plenty of turns in the bath?" Suguru amusedly points out in a lowered tone. "She's already dried off, anyways."
Satoru pokes his pretty pink lips out in a pout, sulky as a cat denied its dinner. "I want another."
"You always want another," you hum, eyes half-closed and about ready to conk out on the tile of all places. A plane could crash outside and you wouldn't even be fazed, your mind too up in the clouds and doped up on the princess treatment your boyfriends gave you to care.
“Well, I like taking care of you both,” Satoru admits with some sheepishness, scratching his shorn-short nape that you're sure is soon to be warmed pink as you and Suguru look at him with hearts for eyes. "Can't blame a guy for being in love, yeah?"
You really can't; not when you're just as stupidly infatuated with them both. Especially when, adorably, he surprises you both by turning to Suguru and toweling him off with great attention, making your dark-haired partner flush an even ruddier red than the hot water gave his body. For all of Satoru's impossible strength and impossible speed, his hands fuss with deliberate care as they work the plush fabric around Suguru's waist, folding one edge neatly over the other before tucking it securely against his hip. Then Satoru guides a stray bang that fell loose from his bun behind his ear, fingers lingering sweetly.
Suguru blinks once, twice, as though momentarily caught off guard by the simple gesture. "... Thank you, Satoruuu,” he purrs warmly.
The words are accompanied by a smile so soft it melts years off of Suguru's face, leaving behind only the boy who'd once looked at you and Satoru with that same impossible tenderness after late-night konbini store runs and shared umbrellas beneath summer rain as you all ran back to campus after shared misions— long, long before that accursed village sent him into a year-long spiral. Affection settles visibly into every elegant line of him, warming his browned eyes until they resemble polished amber.
Color rushes into Satoru's ears as he's blasted with the full superlunary rays of Suguru's love, almost shying away from his exuberant beam. "Don't mention it," he mutters, already smiling despite himself as he finally slings his own towel around his hips.
A laugh escapes you before you can stop it, sleepy and airy, and both pairs of eyes snap toward you with such immediate fondness. Your heart gives such a smitten start that it damn near ping-pongs off your ribs.
And then you open your unfiltered mouth, "You're both so cute. You two act like you guys haven't explored each other's holes for literal years."
Their expressions slacken into ones of pained amusement immediately. "Sweets, I love you so so sooo bad, but do you ever think before you reduce years of heartfelt intimacy to digging out each other's asses?" Satoru snorts.
"Please don't say it like that," Suguru bemoans, propping one hand on his towel-wrapped hip while the other drives a thumb into his creased forehead. Even so, he's openly snickering, even moreso when he slaps Satoru's chest. "Are you under the impression that you're any better?"
Satoru touches his heart with theatrical offense. "I've never said anything outrageous as her."
"You literally just did?" Suguru points out, exasperatedly tickled.
You attempt to muster a joke to chip in with, but a yawn stretches your jaw instead, eyes watering as exhaustion overtakes any dignity you might have had left.
"Awww," Satoru breathes out an impossibly stricken coo. "She's gonna fall asleep standing up like a horse."
"I was thinking the same thing," Suguru murmurs, tilting his head at you.
"I am awake and alert and alive," you mumble automatically.
Clearly, neither of them believes you for even half a second. Suguru chuckles beneath his breath before stepping forward, large hand finding the small of your back through the towel. "Looks like the delirium's getting to you, huh, angel? You've had a long day."
Satoru immediately appears at your other side. "For sure. Let's go get dressed and go to bed." Without ceremony, he bends his knees and scoops you into his arms bridal-style as though you weigh nothing at all. You let out the weakest little noise of surprise imaginable before instinctively curling against his warm chest, your cheek finding the familiar place beneath his collarbone.
"I c-can…" Your own yawn slashes the sentence in half, making Satoru throw his head back laughing as he turns towards the bathroom's entrance, "… walk."
"Oh, sweetheart," Suguru rumbles out a laugh.
"I can,” you grumble.
"You just lost consciousness mid-sentence."
"Mmmf," you say intelligently.
Suguru reaches over to straighten the towel atop your head one final time, brushing his knuckles fondly across your temple. "So spoiled," he whispers.
You hum contentedly, already halfway to sleep. "Your fault."
"Our fault," Satoru corrects, carrying you toward the door with Suguru walking beside him, shoulder brushing his every few steps. Then, as an aside to Suguru, "To be fair, we kinda made her expect this."
"I think I deserve princess treatment everyday," you exhaustedly pipe up, words dragging as you gradually drift off.
Satoru and Suguru exchange looks over your lolling head. So cute.
the yakuza are organized crime syndicates located in every single nook and cranny of japan. there are hundreds of groups out there, but there are four that are considered the top dogs: the gojo-gumi, the sutoraifu-gumi, the tora-gumi, and the garuda’s angels. all of the individuals involved in these syndicates are highly dangerous and should be approached at your own risk. oh, and whatever you do… do not threaten the civilians that have been seen associated with some of them if you value your life. — detective shiu kong.
➘ key: this is all the background information for this au. all characters that i will be writing for will be in color. their corresponding readers will have the same color. all groups will be listed in the order seen above, with misc. smaller syndicates and citizens at the very bottom. more miscellaneous information for this au can be found in my tag #yakuza jjk au. fics for it can be found on my yakuza jjk au masterlist.
the gojo-gumi:
the first of the four major gangs is the gojo-gumi. the gojo-gumi, founded by the gojo clan, are one of the most long-standing syndicates and the biggest one in terms of members, too; they’ve been around for decades. the gojo-gumi operates out of an office building in tokyo (their main hq) and the gojo estate is in kyoto. they have many of japan’s politicians in their pocket. they’ve been rivals with the tora-gumi since ryomen took over. they’ve been allied with the sutoraifu-gumi for decades and their ties have grown impossibly stronger due to satoru’s friendship with suguru.
➤ oyabun (leader): satoru gojo (age 38) inherited the position from his deceased father. he originally saw the job as a ‘boring tedious affair’ but has grown into his position. he met suguru and shoko when they were all ~5 and they’ve been friends ever since, but suguru is his best friend. secretary!reader is his spouse.
➤ next in line: yuuta okkotsu (age 18), satoru’s cousin, is his charge and next in line for the position of oyabun. yuuta is a student at a high school in tokyo. yuuta is friends with nobara, maki, megumi, yuuji, hakari, and kirara.
➤ wakagashira (second in command, first lieutenant): kento nanami closely serves satoru. kento raised choso and yuuji as his own after the two brothers joined the gojo-gumi, and even though choso and yuuji have now moved into an apartment together, they all maintain a very close relationship.
➤ wakagashira-hosa (nanami’s personal underling, or his ‘deputy’): choso kamo (age 20) personally serves nanami, who serves satoru; he only takes orders from both of them. he fulfills personal tasks for them, such as killing assigned targets and providing protection for headquarters. he and yuuji, his half brother (they were respectively seven and four years old at the time of departure), fled the sutoraifu-gumi back when kenjaku was still the oyabun. suguru, their uncle, aided their escape, and maintains a close relationship with his nephews. choso’s mother (yua kamo) died giving birth to choso. kashimo-gumi’s heiress!reader is his girlfriend.
➤ shateigashira (third in command, second lieutenant): yaga masamichi closely serves satoru. he’s an old friend of satoru’s deceased old man and has known satoru since he was a kid.
➤ saiko-kommon (head of the advisors): ijichi kiyotaka is the head of the advisors that assist satoru in running the corporate side of the gojo-gumi.
➤ kyodai (‘big brother’): takuma ino is one of the many kyodai of the gojo-gumi. his idol and mentor is kento, and ino often works with choso.
➤ shingiin (law advisors): hiromi higuruma is one of the many law advisors for the corporate side of the gojo-gumi.
➤ kumicho-hisho #1 (secretary at hq): secretary!reader is satoru's spouse and favored secretary. secretary!reader knows satoru from their high school days, but they remained mutual friends / acquaintances up until years after graduation. secretary!reader’s father fell deep into debt with the gojo-gumi, hence why secretary!reader stepped up to join the gojo-gumi in order to help clear said debt. that debt was later pardoned by satoru, and secretary!reader now works for satoru purely to work and to remain close with him. everyone at the gojo-gumi deeply relies on and trusts secretary!reader.
➤ kumicho-hisho #2 (secretary at hq): yuuji itadori (age 17) fled the sutoraifu-gumi with choso, his half-brother, back when kenjaku was still the oyabun. suguru, their uncle, aided their escape, and he maintains a close relationship with his nephews. yuuji’s mother, kaori itadori, was killed by kenjaku. since kenjaku still has some influence in the sutoraifu-gumi, yuuji works part-time out of the gojo-gumi’s headquarters where it’s safe and choso can keep a near-constant eye on him. yuuji is a student at a high school in tokyo. yuuji is friends with nobara, maki, and yuuta, and is dating megumi fushiguro.
➤ informant: shoko ieiri (age 38) has been close friends with satoru and suguru since childhood; the boys grew up in the yakuza but attended public schools, where they met shoko. she joined the gojo-gumi when she was a teenager (reason was kind of just like ‘why not’) and quickly became satoru’s most vital informant. stripper!reader is her girlfriend. shoko is quite close with utahime and yuki of the garuda’s angels.
‘miscellaneous’ characters with ties to the gojo-gumi:
➤ hakari and kirara used to be members of the gojo-gumi until they decided to leave the syndicate. satoru is still on good terms with hakari and kirara. hakari and kirara are close friends with yuuta.
➤ stripper!reader is shoko's girlfriend and works at a nightclub named 'hell's paradise.' hell's paradise is one of satoru's many business fronts. stripper!reader sometimes gathers information for satoru.
the sutoraifu-gumi:
the second of the four major gangs is the sutoraifu-gumi, another long-standing syndicate. suguru and kenjaku are descendants of the family who originally founded the syndicate. the sutoraifu-gumi operates out of an office building in yokohama (their main hq) and the geto estate is also in yokohama. they haven’t been on great terms with the tora-gumi since ryomen took over. they’ve been allied with the gojo-gumi for decades and their ties have grown impossibly stronger due to suguru’s friendship with satoru.
➤ oyabun (leader): suguru geto (age 37) seized the title of oyabun from kenjaku, his twin brother, who is extremely immoral even for yakuza. the sutoraifu-gumi has been flourishing beneath suguru’s leadership since he rebuilt it from the ground up and purged all filth from the syndicate. he met satoru and shoko when they were all ~5 and they’ve been friends ever since, but satoru is his best friend. has a strained relationship with kenjaku. angels!reader is his spouse and he is also mimiko and nanako’s adoptive parent. suguru is choso’s and yuuji’s uncle, and he is very fond of his nephews. angels!reader and suguru own a doberman named mako.
➤ former oyabun: kenjaku geto was stripped of the title of oyabun by suguru and is under house arrest in the geto estate in yokohama where suguru can keep an eye on him. kenjaku physically cannot leave the geto estate, has an ankle monitor, and suguru’s men are always watching him. his sons are choso and yuuji, who both have different mothers. choso’s mother, yua kamo, died giving birth to choso and yuuji’s mother, kaori itadori, was later killed by kenjaku. has a strained relationship with suguru. he still has some (but not much) influence within the sutoraifu-gumi.
➤ wakagashira (second in command, first lieutenant): miguel oduol closely serves suguru.
➤ shateigashira (third in command, second lieutenant): negi toshihisa closely serves suguru.
➤ saiko-kommon (head of the advisors): manami suda is the head of the advisors that assist suguru in running the corporate side of the sutoraifu-gumi.
➤ yakuza doctor: larue is one of the doctors that works for the sutoraifu-gumi. he runs a clandestine clinic intended for the yakuza.
‘miscellaneous’ characters with ties to the sutoraifu-gumi:
➤ mimiko and nanako (ages 18) are twins that were adopted by suguru after he found them abandoned on the streets. the twins aren’t allowed to get involved with the sutoraifu-gumi at all and suguru shelters them from that side of his life for the most part. they hate kenjaku. their adoptive parents are suguru and angels!reader.
the tora-gumi:
the third of the four major gangs is the tora-gumi, yet another long-standing syndicate. the tora family had been in the business for decades… until ryomen killed all of them. the tora-gumi operates out of an office building in kyoto (their main hq) and the sukuna estate (formerly called the tora estate but ryomen is petty as fuck) is in osaka. they don’t fuck with other syndicates and are often the ones to kickstart gang/turf wars and power struggles. the tora-gumi have been rivals with the gojo-gumi since ryomen took over as oyabun.
➤ oyabun (leader): ryomen sukuna (age 40) was abandoned on the streets by his parents and was taken in by yorozu’s father, takeshi tora, the oyabun of the tora-gumi. ryomen become takeshi’s wakagashira. yorozu tora was the heir and takeshi planned to marry her off to ryomen, which disgusted ryomen. wanting power for himself, ryomen accumulated close associates/followers within the tora-gumi’s ranks and betrayed, usurped, and killed yorozu, takeshi, and the rest of the tora clan in order to take over as oyabun. all tora-gumi members have a tattoo of a tiger but ryomen is the only one that has a snake wrapped around the tiger in his tattoo (petty ass motherfucker). otaku!reader is his spouse and sugar baby.
➤ wakagashira (second in command, first lieutenant): uraume (age 35) closely serves ryomen. they were taken under his wing years ago when ryomen found them in a situation that reminded him of his past (uraume was abandoned by their parents and left to fend for themself on the streets). uraume helped ryomen gather followers and became his wakagashira shortly after ryomen killed takeshi and yorozu. they view ryomen as their savior and they’re deeply loyal to him.
the garuda’s angels:
the fourth of the four major gangs is the garuda’s angels, an all-women biker gang. the newest syndicate on the scene, as yuki founded the gang in her early 20’s. they don’t have a main headquarters since they’re kind of all over the place and yuki lives somewhere nice in tokyo. all of the girls wear black leather jackets with the garuda’s angels symbol, a white snake, on the back of it. outside of the obvious illegal activities, they do motorcycle rides for charities and safeguard family-owned businesses. the tamest yakuza group out of the big four and a neutral party that, on rare occasions, aids other syndicates (mostly the sutoraifu-gumi since suguru and yuki get along very well) in exchange for something.
➤ leader: yuki tsukumo (age 39) founded the garuda’s angels with her childhood friend utahime. she garnered enough women and resources to carve out her own spot in the yakuza world where she and her girls do whatever the hell they want. yuki doesn’t agree with the japanese government’s methods, nor the police. yuki can’t stand to see all the shitty yakuza scum out there— especially men— taking advantage of the weak and innocent, and she wishes to protect the people who can’t protect themselves. barista!reader is her girlfriend. her best friend is utahime, she’s quite close with shoko, and toji is hers and utahime’s drinking buddy. yuki and barista!reader own a corgi named ponyo.
➤ second-in-command: utahime iori is yuki’s childhood friend and the second ever member of the garuda’s angels. she comes from a really traditional family that she broke away from. all utahime’s ever wanted is to have a family (which she has with the girls), a home, and the freedom to be herself without anyone trying to control her. her best friend is yuki, she’s quite close with shoko, and toji is hers and yuki’s drinking buddy.
➤ third-in-command: angels!reader is yuki's younger sibling and the third ever member of the garuda's angels. angels!reader is suguru's spouse and is also mimiko and nanako’s adoptive parent. angels!reader and suguru own a doberman named mako.
➤ assassin: toji fushiguro (age 40) is a freelance assassin that often carries out hits for the garuda’s angels since quite literally no one would suspect a man loosely being in their ranks. he’s providing for himself, his wife (goth!reader), and his son (megumi fushiguro), which yuki sympathizes with. toji only takes orders from yuki and utahime. toji is a former member of the zen’in clan and the zenin-gumi, a formerly powerful syndicate that has rapidly declined over the years. toji’s drinking buddies are yuki and utahime.
misc. syndicates:
the kashimo-gumi:
not one of the four major gangs, but still notable is the kashimo-gumi. the kashimo-gumi, founded by the kashimo clan, are one of the most long-standing syndicates, having been around almost as long as the gojo-gumi; they’ve been around for decades. the kashimo-gumi operates out of kyoto from the most part. they’ve been allied with the gojo-gumi for decades due to the close relationship between the clan families, and satoru and the gojo-gumi support many of the kashimo-gumi’s endeavors… in exchange for ally ship, of course.
➤ oyabun (leader): hajime kashimo (age 52) inherited the position from his father and spent his whole life preparing to succeed his father. he is extremely protective of heiress!reader, his daughter, and they have a very close relationship. kashimo’s wife died when heiress!reader was young, and kashimo has been searching for the meaning of his existence and what exactly is ‘love’ to him ever since.
➤ next in line: heiress!reader is choso's lover. heiress!reader is also kashimo’s daughter (they have a very close relationship) and the future oyabun of the syndicate, but currently is enrolled in a private college. heiress!reader owns a black maine coon named miu.
the zenin-gumi:
once a notable and flourishing syndicate, the zenin-gumi has since been essentially disbanded ever since satoru took the majority of it down during operation dove. those that remained were ~100 supporters and underlings, and about half of the zen’in clan. later, maki zen’in went on a spree and killed most of the remaining zen’in clan family members. there are a few surviving stragglers out there, most notably being of course maki, naoya, and toji.
➤ former member: maki zen’in (age 18) is a former member of the zenin-gumi and zen’in clan. when she was a few years younger, maki killed most of the remaining zen’in clan family members. she suffered a lot of abuse at the hands of them. maki’s twin, mai, is dead. maki is currently a student at a high school in tokyo. maki is friends with yuuji, megumi, and yuuta, and is dating nobara kugisaki.
➤ former member: naoya zen’in (age 27) in particular wishes to restore the zen’in clan and zenin-gumi to their former glory, and he has eyes on kashimo-gumi’s heiress!reader; he wishes to marry heiress!reader and rebuild the zen’in syndicate with heiress!reader (who has zero interest in him).
➤ former member: toji is a former member of the zen’in clan and the zenin-gumi. he is now a freelance assassin that often carries out hits for the garuda’s angels since quite literally no one would suspect a man loosely being in their ranks.
civillians:
➤ otaku!reader is ryomen’s sugar baby and spouse. otaku!reader is a well-known streamer and cosplayer, and it’s a ‘public secret’ that this famous streamer is with ryomen. everyone skirts around the topic.
➤ barista!reader is yuki's girlfriend. barista!reader owns and runs her grandmother's family business, a quaint cafe in kyoto called kugisaki korner. barista!reader’s younger sister is nobara. yuki and barista!reader own a corgi named ponyo.
➤ goth!reader is toji's wife. goth!reader works at a tattoo parlor in tokyo; clients include civilians and various yakuza members. goth!reader is a former member of the garuda’s angels and is megumi’s mom. goth!reader’s family name is fushiguro, which toji took as his own when they got married.
➤ aoi todo (age 19) is a student at a college in tokyo and works part-time at a car shop, where he sometimes repairs motorcycles for the garuda’s angels. yuki taught him self-defense.
➤ nobara kugisaki (age 17) is a student at a high school in tokyo and works part-time at kugisaki korner. nobara is friends with yuuji, megumi, and yuuta, and is dating maki zen’in.
➤ megumi fushiguro (age 16) is a student at a high school in tokyo. megumi is friends with nobara, maki, and yuuta, and is dating yuuji itadori.
➤ detective #1: shiu kong is a detective of the tokyo police department.
➤ detective #2: atsuya kusakabe is a detective of the tokyo police department.
a collection of my favorite yuki, shoko, utahime, femjo, femguru, femkuna, femtoji (in this order) fics i’ve read over the years that i want to spotlight, with pieces that include fluff, angst, smut, and more. fics are divided by oneshots/drabbles. please heed all warnings & give all included authors their very much deserved flowers! here’s my own yuki, shoko, and femjo fics 😙
i’ve marked superscript next to authors to indicate if they’ve been included multiple times in this post; note that there are inevitably going to be repeats of the same few writers since there’s so little wlw jjk fics! additionally, i wanted to include as little fics involving men as possible, so there’s exactly 3 fics that have three/foursomes with men, no more than that. this will be updated regularly-ish with new recs! and happy pride! <3
oneshots:
your kingdom in flames, your castle in the sea (yuki) on ao3 ; top 10 fics that ruined my life, number one: THIS FIC. reader is gojo’s older sister and yuki’s new interest, and also someone who has a mask that yuki is able to easily sneak past and into reader’s heart. i love the relationship & dynamic here. the affection between them isn’t loud in the verbal/physical sense, but it permeates each of their interactions and its SO good. the “food as a metaphor for love” tag is always one that catches me hook, line, and sinker, and this fic was no exception :3 every word is so carefully chosen and op writes so, so beautifully— every sentence is moving and leaves me in awe of their talent. do note the angst and major character death tags… sly yet sad giggle…
naked in manhattan! (yuki) by @kentwos-archived ; the summary here is simple yet succinct— you're inexperienced but yuki's there to guide you through it all as you start a relationship together— and what a GREAT take on the experienced gf/inexperienced gf trope it is!! yuki is SUCH a sweetheart here; she’s sweet ofc, understanding, and just as patient/accommodating and eager to comfort/guide as i imagine her to be :,) this is an incredibly sweet yet hot read!
kiss my ice (yuki) by @xo2dee ; FIGURE SKATER YUKI OH HOW YOU’VE MOVED ME… rivals to lovers with yuki is a fun trope for her given how easygoing/lax she can be with people, her duties, and her public image. after the kiss reader and yuki share goes viral, the two of them are paired up for future comps as a figure skating duo. their dynamic here is tooooo good and yuki’s dialogue throughout the full fic had me giggling and twirling my hair cos ugh i want her so bad. I too would let yuki be my downfall
(not so) lyrical genius (yuki ft. choso) by @stnexus ; ahh this fic is a long time favorite of mine. i remember reading it years ago and adoring it, so i was beyond elated when my reread proved to be just as enjoyable as my first read of this fic! yuki & choso are bandmates in a poly relationship with you, and when choso struggles with writer’s block, you and yuki know exactly what to do to help him along… 😏😁 i love me some dommy mommy yuki and subby choso RAHHHH
moon bend the knife (shoko) on ao3 ; to this day, this 2023 fic is one of my favorite shoko fics everrrrr. it takes place in canon, following a bad mission that reader went on before returning home to shoko. shoko wishes to care for reader, and they have the most sugary sweet, tender sex ever like omfg. i wanna melt every time i reread this fic cos it’s touched my heart in a way that few fics can… like. words Cannot describe how beautiful and moving this is. genuinely. this is poetry. it really is
lifeline (shoko) on ao3 ; the centric themes of this fic can be easily explained by these few lines in the fic itself: “You think of her and feel hope, then regret. She’ll see you in this state. You hate to do that to her. You care for her. You love her. You hate to hurt her.” ahhhh this hurt/comfort is like crack 🚬 a mission goes terribly wrong and so reader is escorted back to shoko for some healing, and shoko tends to reader so comfortingly and so sweetly 🥺😢 i adore shoko’s characterization here, same with her relationship with reader!
doctors orders (the woes of a pregnant wife) (shoko) by @manonism ² ; SHOKO FLUFFFFFF SHOKO FLUFFFFFF GATHER ROUND FOR SOME GOOD SHOKO FLUFF!!! reader is pregnant with shoko’s baby and shoko makes it her mission to dote on reader, she’s beyond cute and sweet here ^_^ this is a great read and is very funny & comforting!! love it!!
on call (shoko) on ao3 ; secret relationship trope AND shoko’s possessive?? yeah i’d be pussywhipped too! you and shoko both work at a hospital together, and when shoko’s able to score a bit of downtime with you, shoko wants you ALL to herself 😁😁 y’all know i love a good long-ish fic with in-depth smut so this fic is a winna winna in my book!! the push and pull between shoko and reader is just mmm… chef’s kiss
the tartness of nicotine (shoko) on ao3 ; I LOVE MEET CUTES LIKE THIS MORE THAN ANYTHING I SWEAR ☹️ every day that reader takes her bus, she runs into shoko, who she’s dubbed ‘cigarette girl.’ in turn, she calls reader ‘strawberry girl’ given how often she brings strawberries along with her as a snack, which reader always shares with shoko :,) super cute, fluffy, and feels-good!!
suguru and the girls who ate him (shoko ft. geto) by @macbethinchains (ao3 link) ; the day that i dont glaze this fic is the day that i DIE brah . phy has such an innate talent for writing and choosing theeee most perfect/beautiful words to describe people, places, emotions, thoughts, etc. in a way that deeply immerses AND captivates you. inspired by jennifer’s body (love this movie sfm), shoko is a succubus who, after turning reader into one as well, guides reader down the path of a succubi— and losing reader’s virginity to geto, another virgin. you can FEEEEEEL shoko’s deep yearning and obsession for reader in each scene, that’s her girl fr :,) the smut is soooo mfing good, and it’s even better knowing how it will inevitably end and anticipating what shoko and reader plan on doing with geto 🤭
sleeping beauty (shoko) by @reignpage ³ ; the things i’d do for roomie shoko 🚬🚬 and if that means waking her up every morning with my mouth on her cooch, I’M IN IT TO WIN IT!!! reader here struggles with waking shoko up every morning to no avail, until accidents happen and they discover that the sure-proof way to rouse shoko is with orgasms 😁 shes so hot and flirty in this fic MEOWWWWW MEOWWWWWWWW
cherry (utahime) on ao3 ; i need to start off with saying UTAHIMES CHARACTERIZATION HERE IS SO MFING GOOD RAHHHHHH!!!!! utahime is fairly experienced and has never really had a good kiss, so reader shows her the ropes ;) utahime is sooo yummy in this i fr wanna DEVOUR her cos of how cute yet hot she is, ughhhtjshejdjw especially when some of her snark/possessiveness leaks outta her 🤭 sosososoooo good i simply cannot praise this fic enough
my rifle, pony and her (fem!gojo) by @liahcharms ; SAVE A HORSE RIDE A MFING OUTTTTTLAWAAAWW!!!!!! liah’s femjo in this fic is getting ridden through the mattress til the bedframe breaks and the floorboards below shatter like glass 🤤😋 reader works at a brothel and her new client is none other than gojo herself, a notorious outlaw. this whole fic is SO descriptively beautiful and each word drips with such gorgeous sensuality, its genuinely tooooo good. FEMJO LETS RIDE OFF INTO THE SUNSET TOGETHA 👅
equal rights, equal fights (fem!gojo) by @/reignpage ; gojo gets hit by a gender-bending curse and naturally that means some fun is in store for her and for reader 😇 gojo’s competitiveness that shines while trying to show how many orgasms she can give reader as a woman and as a man is sooooohjtkwhrjaj yes im actively kicking my feet and giggling like a schoolgirl!
in harmony (fem!geto) by @indom-itus ; lets all give nico their 10s cos oh my gawddddd this story is so lovely and god do i love femguru 👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩👩❤️💋👩 ESPECIALLY WHEN SHES A ROCKSTAR! cheeky, cute, smug and flirty sugu with a certified #girlfailure reader is a top tierrrr dynamic, especially with all that pining between them… dreamy sigh. you won’t regret reading this fic fs!!
move on (fem!geto) by @suguruss1ut ; conniving ass femguru is truly my achilles heel cos i’d be tripping over myself tryna get on top of her and that strap jhtjwhrjs. geto and reader are best friends and roomies, so naturally when reader gets cheated on, she turns to geto for comfort… and ohhh does she make you forget about the situation FAST 🤭 and shes sooo mean in the hottest way possible ugh #INEEDDATNEOWWW
STREEEEEETCH YOU OUT (fem!toji) by @uzugeto ; FEMJI SAVE ME FEMJIIII LET ME BOUNCE ON THAT STRAP SLOPPY STYLE!!! after reader gives birth to the zenin heir, her STANK ASS incel husband signs her up for a gym membership, where reader meets her new trainer, toji…. and whewwww is the mental picture of a sweaty, bulked up femji a TREAT. i love jade’s humor that she weaves into her fics alongside very real world insecurities and fears, there’s no dissonance cos of how seamlessly she executes her fics. this whole fic, from the yearning/thirsting stage to the eventual smut, is a certified wlw masterpiece cos WHEWWW
express yourself (yuki, shoko, utahime, fem!gojo, fem!geto, fem!sukuna) by @wiinterz ³ ; based on movies such as secretary and stoker, each smut piece features secretary!reader and a super hot boss. all of them are SO toe-curling and scrumptious that i simply cannot narrow down my favorites LOL. you will enjoy every single one of these, truuuust 🤞🏽
drabbles:
edging yuki (yuki) by @kamitv ; smut
phone sex (yuki) by @fushigur0lover ; smut
milf!yuki repaying her gratitude by eating you out (yuki) by @amortoru ; smut
prey (yuki) by @schilders ; smut
guilty pleasure (yuki) by @indiewritesxoxo ; angst, suggestive
yuki really loves her motorcycle (yuki) by @gyarujo ; fluff
yuki thinks about you when she works out (yuki) by @whosepyramidscheme ; smut
i can’t drown you out (no matter what i do) (shoko) on ao3 ; light angst, smut
your first time (shoko) by @moviecritc ⁴ ; smut
angst & miscommunication sex w/ shoko (shoko) by @ieiripie ³ ; angst, smut
lab rat (shoko) by @sugurusbadhabit ; smut
fingering you in front of a mirror (shoko) by @/moviecritc ; smut
shoko loves your nursing boobs (shoko) by @/manonism ; smut
nicu nurse reader and ob/gyn hooking up in an on call room (shoko) by @/ieiripie ; smut
sex toys (shoko) by @eraserbread ; smut
messy drunk makeout with shoko turns into mutual fingering (shoko) by @gojosconsort ; smut
teeth (shoko) by @mydarlingem ² ; smut
she discovers your breeding kink (shoko) by @/moviecritc ; smut
your girlfriend and professor shoko helps you with your homework (shoko) by @requiemdesreves ² ; smut
nine in the afternoon (shoko) by @mydarlingem ; fluff, suggestive
halloween surprise w/ shoko (shoko) by @/ieiripie ; smut
granted for patience (shoko) by @kusahigunanas ³ ; smut
SMS (shoko) on ao3 ; smut
nonsexual acts of intimacy: shoulder rubs (shoko) by @/kusahigunanas ; fluff
nonsexual acts of intimacy: playing with hair (utahime) by @/kusahigunanas ; fluff
scissoring (utahime) by @kunareads ; smut
just like high school (utahime) by @/wiinterz ; smut
kiss it better (fem!gojo) by @/wiinterz ; smut
swimmer fem!gojo (fem!gojo) by @mirrrrinda ² ; suggestive
my bitch (fem!gojo) by @/mirrrrinda ; smut
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‧₊ ˚⊹ choso loves thinking about you when he touches himself ! 18+
note written for this request ! first time writing for choso !!! i hope he’s whiny and slutty enough :33
cw voyeurism, reader watches choso and he doesn't know, mutual masturbation
you click the door shut behind you as you kick your shoes off at the front of your shared apartment. after a failed attempt at trying to find one specific ingredient for the dinner you were supposed to make, all you wanted to do was flop on to the couch and binge your favourite show with your roommate, choso, preferably over some takeaway.
you're about to jump straight into the shower (the markets were unbearably hot, today) when you hear loud groans from choso’s room. you think nothing of it—he’s probably grinding out resident evil like he has been for the past week. until they start getting louder and he almost sounds like he’s in pain? you pad over to his door, which is slightly ajar. you know you shouldn’t look, not without knocking. but, as a dutiful roommate, it was basically your obligation to make sure he was okay. so you peer through the crack in his door.
choso is sprawled out on his bed, one hand stroking his leaking cock whilst the other fists his sheets.
oh my god.
your mind races with unashamed lust, heart hammering against your ribcage. you should look away, leave, pretend you never saw this. but something in you possesses you to stay. maybe it’s the way his long, slender fingers wrap around his length, squeezing lightly until his tip is flushed a pretty pink and beads of pearlescent precum spill over his knuckles. maybe it’s the way he whimpers, muscled abdomen flexing with every shaky breath he takes. or maybe it’s the way that heat pools low in your stomach, the shame of watching him coiling into a throbbing ache between your legs.
you watch, in awe, at how he hisses through his teeth every time his thumb brushes over his slit, at the crease between his eyebrows, at the arch of his back off the bed when he speeds up his tempo. you should leave. now. but how can you? the sounds he’s making are just so pretty—whining as he ruts into his hand.
“f-fuck—” he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down. “so good—ngh—so gooood, wish it were your pretty mouth on me instead.” his voice breaks on a warbled sob.
your stomach lurches at his pathetic ramblings, arousal soaking your panties underneath your loose skirt. you wonder who the lucky person he’s thinking about is. it’s not like you have a crush on your roommate or anything, but you cannot deny how handsome he is. with those dark eyes and messy brown hair, that thin tattoo that stretches across the bridge of his nose. and sure, sometimes you sneak a peek at him when he’s fresh out of the shower, towel slung low on his waist, water still dripping down his toned arms. but this… this is a complete and utter invasion of his privacy.
but you still can't look away.
and as you observe him, cock twitching in his hands, you can't help but squeeze your thighs together, suddenly hyper-aware of just how soaked your underwear is. without thinking too much about the questionable ethics of your situation, you take two fingers and drag them along the fabric stuck to your folds. just to check, of course. yes, just to check. not for any other reason whatsoever.
but oh, the contact feels so good that you just have to slip your hand beneath the sticky cotton. you collect your juices from your dripping hole, bringing them up as you start to circle your sensitive clit slowly. your knees almost buckle at the electricity that immediately sparks your entire body, your free hand bracing yourself against the doorframe. you drink in the sight in front of you as you rub yourself with more fervour, pressing the pads of your fingertips into your cunt with more pressure.
you're trying so hard to be quiet as you watch choso; his hips are bucking into the air, he’s practically fucking his own fist at this point.
he’s probably close, you think to yourself, working your puffy clit harder. as much as you want to, you keep your fingers outside of your needy hole, knowing that the obscene squelch would instantly give you away.
he chokes on a moan. “please— need to cum, please i can't—”
and then, your name. you freeze, hand still shoved down your panties. you must be going crazy, hearing things. but then, there it is again. your own name. choso, your hot roommate, groaning your name out while he touches himself thinking of you. the realisation hits you like a truck and suddenly you’re moaning very much out loud.
choso’s head whips towards you. instantly, he scrambles to cover himself with a pillow. “i’m so sorry oh my god i'm so sorry,” he babbles incoherently. “how much did you see? how much did you hear— oh god, i'm so sorry, ill move out immediately, i’m—”
you’re already walking towards him before you can even register what you’re doing, mind hazy with desire. fingers still sticky with your own slick, you sit on the opposite side of his bed, facing him. you shimmy out of your panties and part your legs.
choso just sits there, breathing heavily, mouth gaping and eyes wide. a pretty pink flush graces his collarbones and spreads up to his neck, dusting his cheeks. your thoughts cease to exist beyond this moment as you part your legs and spread your gooey lips apart with two fingers. a strangled moan erupts from his throat.
“got me all wet watching you touch yourself.” you slowly drag your middle and ring finger through your folds. “were you thinking of me?”
his shoulders rise and fall with every shaky breath he takes, nodding tentatively.
you hum, circling your entrance. “keep going,” you whisper. “touch yourself for me, cho.”
choso whines at your nickname, hastily shoving the pillow off his lap as his hand practically flies to wrap back around his length. you push two fingers into yourself as he pumps his dick, both matching your hand movements to the other’s pace. the sounds coming from both of you are filthy. lewd squelching from your glistening pussy and wet plaps from his cock. choso’s hair is cascading down his neck, bangs stuck to his forehead, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. you, on the other hand, never take your eyes off him.
as the palm of your hand hits your clit with every pump of your fingers, you feel yourself being pulled to the brink of an orgasm. “cho,” you breathe out. “look at me while you cum, okay?”
he nods feverishly, rutting into his palm pathetically to bring himself deathly close to finishing. “please,” he all but whimpers. “i-i’m so close—”
you lean forward and place your free hand on his shin. “cum for me, choso.”
he’s mewling, crying out your name as he unwravels immediately, hot, thick ribbons of pearly cum spilling all over his chest. he cums with so much ferocity that you follow not long after, walls clenching around your hand as a thin, clear liquid trickles down your pussy, soaking his bedsheets.
choso’s hand is loose around his softening dick as you pull your fingers from your cunt and ease them past his lips and into his mouth. he groans around your fingers, sucking as if your slick was the first drink he’d ever had the privilege of enjoying. when you remove them with a pop, he whines at the loss of them. you’re about to apologise for dirtying his sheets when he places one large palm over your clothed chest and pulls you closer towards him by your thighs. he shifts hastily, positioning his face right between your legs and in front of your raw pussy.
he inhales deeply. “please?” he looks up at you with those big, brown doe-eyes. “let me taste you.”
nodding, you card your fingers through his messy hair. you're not complaining at today’s turn of events.
