૮ litoruㅤ𑁬 + switchups ... smut, improper use of jujutsu, lisse taking control for once
while lisse is painfully aware that the natural order of things will always be satoru as the strongest and she as the second— that hardly inhibits her determination.
and a pissed off lisse? is a powerful lisse.
granted, satoru does let her. lets her yank him in with her vines and pin him to bed. lets her glare him down while he grins. fuck, and then she's snapping another vine around his mouth and shoving his head into the pillow? what's better than this?
well, that's what he would be thinking— if his poor cock was throbbing and twitching oh so helplessly in the silky, pink mana tendril wrapped around it.
if he wasn't squirming. bound. with his wrists fastened above and another two appendages wrenching his muscled thighs open. if she wasn't pumping away at him while thinner, cerise tentacles tended to each of his blushing nipples— and lastly, devastatingly, one more swirling on his slick tip.
“baby, fuck,” he whined, drooling around another tendril wrapped tightly on his sharp jaw. shaking him. his hips buck.
“baby, I— I can't. . .”
“awww you can't?”
she called, not even batting an eye from her vanity. liáng lisse, the second, the woman jerking him off with her technique into a messy cum fountain. . . was painting her perfect nails.
sweat stuck his hair to his face. his mouth fell open in a drooling whimper as another two tentacles slipped around his balls. squeezing. taunting.
“what can't you do, toru?” at last she looks over, batting her lashes. smiling.
“can't cum? dunno, think you're doing a great job.”
and oh, she just has to get up. slink over. prop between his legs and tease her index on his tip until he whimpered. his cock spluttered more.
“ah, well. . .” she glances to the side, before she leaned back on the table.
“they both have a different way to them. satoru fucks hard, like he's trying to engrave himself into me. like he wants to prove he's the only one who can do me the way he does. it's all about pleasure and passion. he's all about satisfying me, or shutting me up. one of the two. he's capable of being gentle, of course. he can be sensual. really frustrating when he's mocking me and I can't tell him anything cause well. . . you know. he fucks me like he hates to love me.”
she pauses.
“and then there's satoshi. he. . .” she clears her throat. “he fucks filthy. he snarls, he bites, and chokes and spits. the whole nine. it's not about baiting me or getting me to admit anything. it's all about feeling and breaking. I cry a lot when I'm with him. it feels good, don't get me wrong— it's just intense. he's mean, not taunting or teasing— mean. like he wants me to feel weaker than him. it's all about pushing limits with him. he fucks me like he loves to hate me.”
she stops to think, her face warm. “I don't think I can really choose who's better. . .”
Notes: Happy birthday Eden my love, I really hope I did them justice!
It was the least she deserved really, after all the hard work that she’d been doing recently. Liáng Lisse had been damn hard at work exorcising curses for far too long, and had neglected herself far too much. There was very little that could take Lisse away from her self-care - after all sorcerer work was hard and neglecting herself would never lead to anything good, burn out was what got people killed - but the recent surge of stronger curses had forced her to rearrange her entire schedule. It was utterly maddening. But now, sitting in the chair at her favourite salon, one gorgeous woman behind her working on her hair and another at her side doing her nails - nothing could go wrong. Nothing could touch her in her sanctuary.
“So, Umeko, what ever happened to that boy you were running around with?” Lisse asked, briefly opening dusty pink eyes to meet the dark ones of her hair stylist in the mirror. Young Umeko was sweet, Lisse’s preferred stylist when it came to getting her hair done.
“Oh, I’m not talking to him anymore, Miss Liáng.” Umeko replied with a sweet smile.
“I’ve told you, darling, you can call me Lisse.” Lisse replied, amusement colouring her features as the younger woman seemed to fumble for a moment, cheeks lightly dusted. They’d had the conversation more than once, and the poor stylist was determined to maintain professionalism, but she seemed to have almost a small crush on Lisse - and truly who could blame her - so she struggled each time.
“Okay, Miss Lisse. But I stopped talking to him last week.” Umeko finally said, and Lisse couldn’t help laughing at her perfect little loophole. Okay then, she could live with Miss Lisse.
“Tell me about it, I’ve been needing to relax and listen to your stories.”
It was practically meditative, letting herself just exist in that chair and get taken care of. There was nothing she needed to worry about as long as she was in the hands of the trusty girls at the salon, gossiping and laughing together.
Then, their little bubble was firmly popped by the arrival of one Gojo Satoru. She felt his presence before she heard him, his cursed energy too distinctive to ignore, six eyes or not.
“Hey baby.” His voice called from across the salon, and reluctantly she opened a single eye in acknowledgement. She met Umeko’s eyes first, and she seemed to stifle a giggle. The girls knew enough about Satoru to know exactly who he was.
“Hello, Satoru. You’re disturbing my pamper time.” Lisse replied, voice dry even as a smile tugged at her lips against her will.
“Full name? Ouch, I’m hurt. I’ve done nothing wrong today.”
“Today, he says.” She murmured, just for the stylists to hear, and they tittered along in response.
“Well - since you asked so nicely why I’m here-”
“I didn’t.” Lisse cut in, but Satoru barelled on as if she hadn’t spoken at all.
“I thought my baby might like a sweet treat on her pamper day.”
That perked her attention. Lisse opened her eyes again, flicking over to let powder pink meet ocean blue, and Satoru wiggled a paper bag in his hands. She nodded and the stylists took a step back to allow her to summon Satoru with a simple curl of her finger, and he obliged without question. He leaned over and set the bag in her lap, pressing a fleeting kiss to her forehead, managing to move out of the way just in time that Lisse’s smack didn’t connect with his infinity.
“What is it?”
“Open the bag.” He insisted, hands pushed casually into his trouser pockets. So, with few other options, Lisse did just that. Inside was an assortment of her favourite treats, from a variety of spots through the city all gathered into one bag. What an infuriating man, whom she loved so dearly. Not that he needed to know anything about that.
“What did I do to deserve all this?” She asked, turning to look at him, long dark hair falling over one shoulder from the movement.
“Can’t I just spoil my favourite girl?” Satoru asked in return rather than actually answering her question.
“I’m telling Shoko you said that.”
“Do it, she doesn’t scare me.”
There was no laughter, though maybe there should’ve been, just an intense moment of eye contact between them. They said nothing, and what was likely just a second seemed to span an eternity, just blue meeting pink. Then Umeko stepped back in behind Lisse, and Satoru cleared his throat and looked away.
“So, how long are you going to be in that chair?” He asked eventually, eyes roaming the salon around them.
“Another few hours. I deserve it.”
“Yeah, you do.” It was just a little too tender, too sweet. Neither commented. Lisse popped a sweet mochi into her mouth with a soft hum as the two stylists continued their work. She could feel Satoru’s eyes on her, they were always heavy, the weight of the six eyes practically suffocating, and yet the feel had become a familiar comfort over the years.
“I’ll see you around then.” He finally said, nodding even if shes couldn’t see him with her eyes closed.
“I’ll see you around, toru.” Satoru’s shoulders lost some tension hearing the familiar nickname.
“Bye, sweetheart.” He paused for just a moment longer before he turned and left the salon, leaving Lisse alone with her thoughts. Sure, she was surrounded by stylists and other customers, and yet something about it felt different to before he’d arrived. None of them commented, and Lisse pushed another mochi between her lips.
Hey Eden! Just came across your gojo x liang lisse ship and it honestly sounds so interesting even though I just know by looking at it that it’s going to make me ball my goddamn eyes out. Was wondering if you have any works about them posted on here or ao3 because I’d absolutely love to read them
𝅄 ꒰ ۶ৎ ꒱ ۪ ݁ OMG!!! you wanna know more about my babies! I don't have any ao3 fics for them however you can find some small drabbles on @satorucism , you can also check out the #litoru tag on this blog!
I really wanna writer a satoru x reader x lisse series soon too! some people have shown interest and I realllyyyy wanna get to it!
here's some quick notes about them if you're interested <3
they come from clans that hate each other but they found friendship
they met during a clan meeting when they were kids, she called him “pretty eyes” and it was the first time someone referenced his eyes as anything other than strength 🥺
they met again in jujutsu tech and she didn't recognise him but he recognised her!! he never quite forgot about her and he was so sad when he realised she didn't remember him :(
lisse was known as “the weakest” — but when she grew she eventually took the title of “the second”, directly below satoru in terms of power, meaning they have sooooo many parallels
they both have retail therapy and it's soooo bad they spoil each other so much
lisse went on to date suguru in highschool, HOWEVER, she and satoru loved one another lonngggg before that. they're both just so insecure and stuck in their own heads to confess, and AFTER suguru it just made things so much more complicated since toru feels so conflicted about feeling what he does for a girl who was his best friend's
they are friends with benefits. . . and it just makes everything so much more messy
satoru thinks she's the girl he can never have, lisse thinks he's the guy who can never be hers ( yes there's a special difference there! )
satoru finds out about her love for him after she passes and he sees just how much she's written about him, for years, in all of her journals
they weren't on talking terms when she passed :( and it's something he'll always regret, because she reached out but he shut her out
they're the two that everyone thinks is dating, everyone can see js in love, except for themselves. . . AHHH
ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ as much as satoshi doesn't want kids I feel like in the ONE (1) au where lisse and satoru are married and have kids he was getting the worst baby fever
