#fem!geto

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who else up thinking about fem satosugu..

art by @/sugurusboobs on twitter / x

[velvetghoul]

Who’s the Good Girl Now?

✩ female Geto & female Gojo

contains fem!Gojo, fem!Geto, oral sex, dominance reversal, power play, face-sitting, edging, overstimulation, light restraint (pinning), praise kink, degradation kink, possessiveness, teasing, jealousy, rivalry, sub!Gojo, sub!Geto, dom!reader, reader in control, threesome

It starts with a smug laugh and a flick of Gojo’s snowy white hair.

“Please, like you even stand a chance, Suguru,” she drawls, sprawled out like a goddess across your sofa, long legs crossed and her sleeveless turtleneck showing off miles of toned arm. “She came in ten seconds last time. I kept count.”

“Oh, I remember,” Geto murmurs, seated like a queen in her own right, legs open in her dark silk pants, low-cut top showing just enough cleavage to be cruel. Her long black hair is tied back, jaw sharp and lips painted like sin. “Because I was the one cleaning up the mess you left. Poor thing couldn’t even sit up straight.”

They’re both looking at you now. Predatory. Amused.

Trapped between them on the bed, you blink. “I—uh—why are you two like this?”

“Because,” Gojo hums, leaning close to whisper at your ear, “I know this body. And I know how to wreck it.”

Geto’s hand curls around your thigh. “But I know how to worship it.”

Gojo scoffs. “You think soft lips are gonna beat tongue precision? Babe, move.”

“Make me.”

“I will.”

And then? They do.

You’re already breathless as Gojo gently guides you onto your back, fingers brushing your thighs open with practiced ease. Geto stays at your side, kissing your collarbone, whispering encouragement in that low, velvet voice of hers as Gojo tugs your panties off like a present she’s been waiting to unwrap.

“Fuck…” she breathes, pupils dilating as she sees you bare. “Still so pretty. Bet you’re already wet, huh?”

Your sharp inhale is all the answer she needs.

She dives in with no preamble, broad tongue licking a thick stripe up your cunt while her hands pin your thighs down like it’s her damn mission. You jolt with a gasp, hips twitching, and Gojo grins into you, lapping like a woman starved.

Geto watches for a few moments, head tilted, lips curled in dark amusement—then gently coaxes your head to turn toward her. “You doing okay, sweetheart?” she purrs, brushing hair from your sweaty face. “Think you can take both of us tonight?”

You try to answer but it’s just a moan because Gojo has started sucking on your clit like it owes her rent.

“Thought so,” Geto chuckles. “Shift up, Satoru.”

Gojo licks her lips, chin glistening. “What, giving up already?”

“Hardly,” Geto growls, moving between your legs now as Gojo props you up from behind, keeping your legs wide open, your trembling thighs pressed to her chest. “I’m going to make her forget your name.”

And gods, does she try.

Geto is slower. More deliberate. She kisses your inner thighs first. Tongue teasing. Fingers trailing up without touching where you need her. “You want it?” she whispers, lips brushing your cunt but never quite closing in. “Say my name, baby. Say who’s going to ruin you.”

“S-Suguru—”

She moans, and finally sinks her tongue into you, slow and deep, curling up inside until your spine arches. Her mouth moves like a hymn and her thumb rolls over your clit while her other hand laces with yours, squeezing tight every time you whimper.

You think you might cry from how good it feels.

Gojo’s breath is hot against your neck as she whispers, “Don’t come yet. Not for her. Come for me.”

“I’m not done,” Geto snaps, voice muffled between your legs. “Don’t even think about it, baby—don’t you dare let her steal my win.”

You let out a broken whimper, overwhelmed.

Their rivalry breaks when you cum. Hard. Twice.

Once from Geto’s fingers curling inside you, finding a spot that makes you sob. And once when Gojo, grinning like a devil behind you, starts rubbing your clit in sharp, rhythmic circles that send you flying.

You don’t know whose name you scream louder.

Your whole body is shaking, tears wetting your cheeks, chest rising and falling like you’ve run a marathon. You don’t even realize Gojo has slipped down again, tongue sliding through the slick mess Geto left behind until Geto curses and shoves her shoulder.

“Wait your turn, Satoru.”

“She already came twice,” Gojo purrs, eyes wild. “I’m just finishing dessert.”

“Oh no,” Geto snaps. “We’re not done with her.”

They both look at you.

Your voice comes out raw and hoarse: “I—I think I need water—”

“Water later,” Gojo says sweetly.

“Cry now,” Geto finishes.

And you know you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.

But god, does it taste divine.

They’re cocky. Smug. Beautiful. Smothering. And for a while, you let them take you apart. Let Gojo work her mouth like a weapon, let Geto praise you into submission with that silver tongue. Let them argue with you in the middle, lucky girl, lucky toy, their pretty little battlefield.

But now? Now you’ve had enough.

Their egos swell every time you moan. Every twitch of your hips makes them smirk like they’ve won something. They talk like they own you. Like they decide how much you can take.

Until you sit up. Until your voice cuts through the haze like a blade: “Lay back. Both of you.”

They freeze. Gojo blinks, hair tousled, mouth shiny with your slick. “Excuse me?”

Geto lifts a brow, slow and deliberate. “Is that an order, princess?”

You tilt your head. Smile sharp. “If I have to say it again, I’ll make one of you watch.”

That does it. They obey.

Two powerful women on their backs—Gojo on the bed, Geto beside her—legs parted but hesitant, eyes locked on you now. No more taunts. No more fighting. Just shallow breaths and heat and barely-contained hunger. You climb onto the bed slowly, deliberately. Let them see how sure you are. How steady. How done you are with being the prize.

“Since you two were so busy proving who eats me better…” you purr, sliding between Gojo’s thighs, “Let’s see how you taste.”

“S-Sweetheart—” she tries to quip, but her voice cracks as your nails dig into her thighs, spreading her wide.

You don’t give her a chance to recover. Your mouth is on her, tongue firm, merciless, focused. Not slow. Not gentle. You curl your arms under her legs and hold her down, burying your mouth against her until her hips buck and she whines.

“You like being quiet?” you growl against her, dragging your tongue flat over her clit. “Thought you had so much to say.”

Gojo chokes on a breath. Beside her, Geto shifts, eyes dark, lips parted, desperate for your attention.

“Wait your turn,” you murmur, glancing at her from between Gojo’s legs. “You wanted a competition? Let’s see who breaks first.”

You don’t stop. Gojo’s legs tremble, her hands fisting the sheets, eyes wide and shocked. She’s not used to being taken like this. Not used to being eaten like she’s dessert and punishment wrapped in one.

She moans your name, loud and broken, and tries to push you away, too much, too fast but you grab her wrists and pin them to her sides.

“You come when I say,” you whisper, hot breath against her soaked cunt. “Not before.”

And god, she tries. But her body betrays her. She comes with a strangled cry, thighs squeezing your head, back arched so hard the bed creaks.

You don’t stop until she begs. Then you move.

Crawl up her body like a storm, and kiss her forehead gently. Whisper, “Good girl,” into her ear. She shivers.

Geto is already squirming, chest rising fast, eyes gleaming with challenge and need.

“You think I’ll fall apart like her?” she teases, voice husky.

You chuckle. “Get on your knees then,” you say. “Face down. I want to watch you squirm while Gojo holds your hands.”

She doesn’t argue. Not anymore. She drops, presenting herself to you with a breathless, “Fuck, yes.”

And you give her no mercy. Your mouth is hot and relentless against her, faster than she expects, rougher than she’s used to and you love the way she shakes. The way Gojo watches with hazy, ruined eyes as you break her partner in crime apart with nothing but your tongue and a handful of hair.

She tries not to cry out. Tries to be composed. But her pride burns fast and you’re cruel with your mouth, with your fingers, with how you stop right before she tips.

Again. And again. And again. Until her thighs are slick and shaking and she gasps, “Please, please let me—”

Only then do you finish her. She collapses, chest heaving, and Gojo pulls her into her arms like she might fall apart completely. You wipe your mouth, sit back on your heels, and smirk.

“So,” you hum, looking down at the both of them. “Who won?”

Geto lifts her head first, lips kiss-bruised, still panting.

“You did,” she whispers.

Gojo nods slowly. “Holy shit, you did.”

You lean down, kiss them both. Once, twice. “Good. Now clean each other up.”

And they do.

You enjoyed yourself. I will not make you admit it.

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[yuutaguro]

girlfriends,,,🌸

[sugojosgf]

IT'S GETTING HOTTER !

﹒ shoko , fem! geto , fem!toji mention ﹕☆

﹟ fem · prns ㅤ࣭ ㅤׂ

: ᯓ cw : prisoner!au , fem!jjk , mānipūlative behaviour , cūlt mention , māss murder mention ! ﹐

🍨 series : part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , more parts to be added .

after an eventful morning, what was the rest of your first day at prison like ?

your first day was truly one of a kind. back in your cell, shoko had explained the average routine but following through made your stomach lurch.

at 6.00 am, the intercom would buzz, jostling all those in faraway dreamlands, cruelly whisked away from peace. used to waking up at nine every day on the softest beds, your back cried for help as you woke up. shoko made it a point to teach you how the bed was to be made, folding the blanket with scary precision as she tucked it into the mattress. her demeanour was enough for anyone to realise she was once a skilled surgeon. "make sure everything is fucking spotless if you want your television privileges."

at 7.00 AM, it was time for breakfast. calling what they gave as food would be generous for someone used to a personal chef and pancakes that were just fluffy enough. the oatmeal with water made your eyes water. you begin to sniffle as the rough texture of the grain slid down your throat. shoko was no help either as she looked at you with a raised eyebrow and the craftiest smile painted on her lips.

right after that terrifying meal, you followed shoko and the other inmates to the prison yard. everyone stood patiently, formed in a neat lines. they were so many of them in that bright orange jumpsuit waiting for their name to be called. your eyes scanned each row carefully before coming to the officers standing. you were quick to notice officer nanami. she stood with her arms crossed, uniform painted on as her eyes raked over every form.

electricity coursed through your body when her hazel eyes landed on you. her movement slow as she took her sweet time checking you out, never had you felt this vulnerable before. each caressing feel of her sight made you feel bothered, cheeks growing hot. you quickly looked away, scared of her unwavering gaze.

shoko wasn't blind to this. after all, she knew she couldn't gatekeep a fine thing like you. she would have been upset as your shameless attraction to the stoic officer, but she couldn't blame you. she was once in your very position.

despite all these eyes on you, you were still searching for the emerald ones you had seen the previous night. somehow, they were mysteriously not present almost mocking your desperation.

soon you were ushered to begin working. you were assigned the same shifts as shoko at laundry. the ordeal of having to wash your own clothes along with that of others was so foreign to you. shoko held up an industrial sized tide pod as your eyes blew up confused.

"you are acting like you haven't ever been next to a washing machine." she groaned. her nimble fingers worked on a suspicious looking stain on the orange cloth as she waited for a reply. seconds pass and she turns to look at your nonchalant shrug. her jaw drops almost comically when she realises she was right.

she then forced you with lingering touches to wash all the remaining jumpsuits, making you pay special attention to all the soils. her hands on your waist and hips pushing against your body as her slightly taller frame towers you. she giggled as she saw your scrunched up face, tucking a hair behind your ear.

right after there was lunch, that was when you met shoko's friend, suguru geto.

you were exhausted from all the work you had to do, flopping your crying body onto the wooden bench. your eyes are closed and the bright red you saw suddenly darkened with the shadow of a figure.

you opened your eyes, weary mist blinding you momentarily. the woman that stood in front of you could have the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

she was taller than average, eyes angled and zeroed in on your sprawled body. she smiled at you like she knew more than you, a sly glimmer in her eyes. her hair was indescribable almost, the way it shined and traversed all the way to the small of her back. she had it tied up half up half down, hair so healthy even someone as new as you knew she was not using the bar soap provided.

she looked like a goddess.

the orange jumpsuit on her was not her size, they hung on her slender frame hiding the curves that could have been visible were they three sizes smaller. her smile was unwavering as she slid next to you on the bench, her eyes not once moving from your face.

"oh aren't you beautiful ?" she purred, voice fluid like the finest silk. you turn red and stutter trying to reply, fists curled from your embarrassment. she giggled using a single finger to shush you, effectively shutting you up. "you don't have to say anyyything," she sighed, "shoko's told me all about you. everything."

your mind was dizzy with the innuendo laced in her words. you turned to look at shoko who simply flashed you a cheeky grin that confirmed your worst fears. geto rolled her eyes at the interaction, caressing your jaw to bring your attention back to her.

she flicked your forehead, cackling at the dull thwack from the impact. you pout rubbing your hand against the spot.

"she looks like she has nothing going on up here," she pressed a quick kiss, replacing your fingers, "would have drained her for all her wealth if i wasn't stuck here."

your mind flashed a quick memory, something about a cult leader...and the massacre of an entire village. you remembered how she was caught after ten years, almost successful with another wide scale mass killing. your breath hitched as the realisation settled in your face, pulling away from the raven haired woman. "uh oh, looks like someone realised who i actually am!" she said, condescension dripping down her sultry voice. your eyes widened with fear and she simply stared you down, her smile slowly dropping.

your heart began to beat faster, remembering shoko's words from the morning. why were you put in here ? eating lunch with a cult leader and a murderer! you cursed your luck and cowered as geto's intense gaze never left you.

shoko was quick to break the tension. "aww man, dont scare her like that. i'll have to cuddle her to sleep with the nightmares you are giving her." you were snapped out of your fear and a soft smile painted your features. geto immediately stopped too, a smile too long replacing her cold demeanour. she refocused her attention onto shoko, turning to face her.

"wanna hear something funny?" she asked, eyes sparkling with playful mirth.

"officer naoya, threw fushiguro in the hole today. that is why she wasn't there during the morning roll call." shoko gasped, "the hole ? why?" you were confused with the conversation but you knew something had happened to your green eyed admirer who for some reason you couldn't wait to meet. "not sure but i did hear a rumour," geto turned to look at you, pulling you closer with a steady grip on your waist, "naoya wants a taste of this sweet thing before fushiguro does."

[ hi hi guys ! i just wanted to flesh the lore out a little before we got to the banging . i know this is a super later update but life has been rawwing me unfortunately. hope you all like this ! i hope the tags work hhh ] tags: @shuuji71 @3zae-zae3 @l0v3m3-p13as3 @parisboo @byerno6 @mimimimilalalalalasstuff @missakward123 @tomiokasecretlover @maskedpacific @diorz @herefor-tojis-tits @platinumtt @e-dollly @r3komuse @platinumtt @e-dollly @r3komuse @divineascensionz @jinririz @tojisbestslut @beachbbie @tomiokasecretlover @shokosbunny @jotarohat @noblogname-exe @misoyuh @ivy-vivii @emonaculate @luvofbows

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Fem!Satosugu Anon here For me I love this idea of Fem!Satosugu who do everything they do primarily to prevent Satoru's parents from finding out Satoru is into women. Satoru's parents who pay for everything for them, but knowing at any moment one wrong move by Satoru could get it all taken away. Fem!Satosugu's plan being to come out once Satoru takes over the company and their future together is secure. Only now that they know you they're lowkey terrified because it feels like the plan is unraveling around them. They can't fathom waiting that long to make sure everyone knows your theirs. Especially Satoru, she was ok with Suguru sleeping with others because of how long they've been together but also Suguru is financially dependent on her parents money to bankroll the expensive lifestyle she's now used to. Suguru needs her. But you? You have nothing tying you to her like Suguru. And it stresses her out. She'd probably try to pull you in with money too. Dragging you along whenever they go on shopping sprees or out to eat at expensive restaurants. Buying you anything you mentioned or she'd think you'd like. She'd get upset whenever you say no you don't want anything or try to buy something for yourself. If you get her something she's always sending you way more as a 'thank you'. She just needs you to need her. Also I sent like 3 asks the other night and I apologies for not knowing how to stfu lol

no. no, you're ALWAYS allowed to lust for fem!satosugu on this blog, ALWAYS, shutting up about them is NEVER the answer, my love, don't do it!!!!

and i loooove the like. juicy plot element here! they have a motive for not just jumping you, satoru has got to have so many feelings. it's sexy and forbidden to like girls. she's definitely so into the idea that she's being rebellious and subversive, making fools out of her parents by knowing deep down she'll never fuck a man, let alone go along with the husband bullshit they want.

suguru's more practical. she needs satoru, who not only pays her bills but makes her happy. satoru feels so wild and free and reckless with her love but suguru wants to sink her teeth in and never let go. they both have so much more love they can handle.

isn't it a good thing you're involved? after all, two girls together might be on a date. but three girls? that's just a girl's night out! a little party! it wouldn't occur to anyone but the most horndog brained frat boys that you guys are all actually fucking -

satoru trying to trap you with money... feeling secure because she feels like she's trapped suguru... such gojo behavior. you can't leave! she's useful! see, look how much she can offer you! money! status! safety! surely you won't leave all that behind! surely you need all her exceptional qualities, like having a lot of money and being pretty and generous.

she wants you to be greedy. she wants you to want more, so she can give it to you, so she can feel you licking her fingertips clean with hungry eyes staring up at her.

she wants you to look at her the way suguru does, like you can't live without her. she doesn't think about how she looks. shameless thing. it's okay, though, suguru likes her like that.

i think they're safer than you'd expect. even some actual lesbians will genuinely believe it's just Weirdly Close Best Friends stuff before putting together that they like girls Like That skjdfglsdhg. it's probably very easy for them to pretend you're all just very, very close friends.

actually... now that suguru thinks about it... it's not even a little bit unusual for female friends to look out for each other, you know? especially out of a sense of responsibility or guilt. if you happened to get hurt - break a bone, fall down some stairs, get roughed up by some frat boy who approaches you when they're away -

no one would ever question your friends taking care of you, would they? in a private hospital room. in a quiet cabin retreat. just because you feel safe there, of course -

well, suguru's sure you will eventually. if she does this right, you won't even notice the door is locked~

[timberpulp]

Vampire dinner🧛‍♀️🍷

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no yaoi is safe from my yurination 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🔫