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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 1 month

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I am happy you liked my JJL brainrot, ‘cause there’s more to come. This time with Mitsuba and Jobin (Local Milf and Dilf 🥵). I feel like these two would share their darling, and have a soft spot for a shy s/o namely because they could spoil their s/o to the moon and beyond (Pun very much intended 😉) and seeing they're easily persuaded comparing to a headstrong darling.

At some point their affection kinda goes into the overbearing territory (Like Mother, Like son I suppose 😭). If their darling tries to leave, debt trap time that or they’ll use their connections to make sure their darling stays with them.

Jobin has his family business running, so money won't be an issue at all (He gives me sugar daddy vibes). Won't hesitate to buy anything his darling’s eye lands on. After all, he likes to see a smile on her face by any means. I can see him buying beetle like accessories to his darling. It makes him go 🥵 at the sight.

While Mitsuba has her modeling career money, too. I feel she would take her darling to shopping spree, and would fawn over the fact that she and her sweet darling are both matching in clothing.

Bonus point; If their darling is good with children, especially Tsuguri. It will just further their delusions beliefs on how you’d be an excellent addition to the family. I wouldn’t put it above Kaato to start assisting her son and daughter in law to gain their darling. After all, she literary got rid of the one bully who had harmed Jobin when he was younger. What makes you think she won't do anything for a future family member of hers? Platonic! Yandere! Higashikata family? You bet.

I have this scenario buried in my head for some reason, a blurb if you will.

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Morioh, S city, Japan. At one point, it used to be your hometown. That is until your mother got a lucrative business offer in USA. A famed investor was willing to to sponsor your family’s bakery, that had been opened for generations. Which forced you and your family to leave Morioh for a long time.

When you’re younger, you remembered throwing major tantrums wishing not to leave. Though the reason why you did so was murky. However seeing your hometown again, made your eyes shed tears and a shy of a smile was painted on your face as nostalgia flooded your mind.

You were finally here. As the only child in your family, it was your duty to carry on where your mother has left. To continue managing your family’s bakery. Moonlight Delight.

Over the years from your mother’s shrewd mindset/experience and your baking skills, it went from a local bakery into having multiple branches across the globe. Though, for some unknown reason your heart wanted to manage the Morioh department and that what you essentially did.

The first few weeks, business was booming. Customers were coming in hordes to try some of your family secret recipes and specialties. To say the least, seeing your customers leaving with a smile is making you satisfied. After all, life is too short and desserts are everlasting. That was the motto of your shop, at least.

One day, however, a lady you could immediately recognize has visited you. It was Mitsuba Higashikata. You have heard of her from your mother and different modeling sources—since you may or may not have an interest in fashion magazines.

She was a beauty; With her slim build, short brown hair, and a confident smile on her fair visage. Her sleeveless pink shirt, alongside her checkered skirt which highlighted her build, and her heels did her wonders as well.

“Good afternoon, Ma’am. Welcome to Moonlight Delight? How may I serve you?” You greeted; Your voice was as upbeat and friendly, trying your best not to fumble in front of one of your favorite models.

(1/?)

Dw; There’s more to come from this blurb. Bettle boy would come in the next part and things will get interesting, since both he and s/o has shared history. Which may open old wounds.

You could tag me as JLL anon🫧, if wish. I am the same anon that gave you the Toru and Pucci Hc’s.

Sheesh I’m like fresh out of words here, once again fantastic work here JJL anon. I always knew Mitsuba and Jobin could be a great platonic Yandere pair. I’m feeling every last bit of this post.

#yandere jjba #JJL anon 🫧#Some more part 8 appreciation finally #yandere jjba imagines #yandere imagines #anon submit #anon ideas

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brick-a-doodle-do · 4 months

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Dream gets shrunk somehow, escapes prison soner and while lost is found by tommy who (after some well needed therapy with puffy) honestly can't bring himself to hurt or return dream after seeing his state

im not sure if this is a prompt but i won't take it as such cause i feel bad for keeping it in my askbox for so long eueue

anyway i really like this! i came up with the idea that when tommy finds dream, even though he doesn't explicitly hurt dream, he still doesn't want to give dream paradise. so he kind of recreates exile for dream, just posing exactly as possessive and unfair as dream was to tommy in exile :) so dream just trails behind tommy doing day-to-day stuff :0!!!

then i guess slowly it just becomes like Old Times >:)

#brickquiries #anon brickling #anon ideas #if you did want me to write this lmk and ill givce it a shot but no promises lmao i have a long list of fics to get done this year eueueu

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olsenmyolsen · 3 months

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Anon Answer!

To the anon who messaged me a very sweet and very beautifully kind message about my work and then told me what kind of story they’d like in the future. Just know you have been heard and I greatly appreciate your message. It meant the world to me.

I also didn’t want to share it publicly because it was just so sweet and I didn’t know if you would want me too.

But I’ll get working on your idea in the future!!!

(This was my first ever anon like this so thank you so much!!! Moving forward I will share replies publicly!)

#fanfic #anon asks #anon ideas #olsenmyolsen fic #olsenmyolsen #anonymous #send anons #thanks anon!

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lyomeii · 1 year

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OOO I really liked your platonic yandere asterope and it gave me an idea-

What if his sister manages to fake her death as a means to escape only to be found out awhile later by pure coincidence - my guy would be sulking or idk on a walk and bam! Dead sister who's not actually dead-

Thanks for atleast hearing me out since it's been plaguing my mind

incredible idea.

the princess tired to be locked inside the palaver fake her death and ran away, maybe with help of someone who she met by taking through walls who she might have fallen in love. They plan to escape together soon after faking her death to the crown prince.

And that happen, they soon made their way of the territory with expectations of their new life together, far away from that bedroom, from asterope and those stupid rules of his!

Years and years will be spend as you live together with that lovers of yours til a day where an enormous carriage show up to your doorstep and of course, it him.

#lyomeii speaks #lyo speaks #lyomeii rambles #anon ideas

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callmemercy · 7 months

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finish the verse!!

hello Christ? I'm boutta sin again, i said "i love you" to that man but I'm not feelin him 😒

im made of sugar, spice, kanekalon and cinnamon 💞

me and my bestie are the same like a synonym ✍

(Your turn)

~🎶

I be Michael Phelps, all the brand deals that I'm swimmin in🏊

you can call me Dr. Evil 🔮 cuz I got many men

Invested in this pussy and this shit is payin dividends 💵

Slap a bitch, bitch slap BACK cuz ✨I'm feminine✨ 😌💅

#i love this so much #anon ideas #this made me giggle

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julietas-basil · 2 years

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Just Alma eyeing the whole town at once just to see if she could spot a guy that was more close to her perfect daughter (because she knows it would probably be the one that suck the shit out of her daughter's neck)

Alma Using goggles behind a distant bush (after following Julieta around the whole Encanto to spot the person) like;

<'°.°`>

She would KNOW everything about his form but his name-

SO HEAR THIS OUT-

Julieta would be really careful on those matters so there's just this ONE time where she spots a very interesting scene under one massive,secluded location,under a tree...

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“Julieta and Agustin run into each other,their rushing heartbeats forming as one,when their bodies collided,at last,onto each other,their secret promise finally signed the time their lips sealed in the most presence-absorbing but longing kiss-

Agustín placed his hands in both Julieta's cheeks to deepen the kiss slowly,their smiles in between more prominent than ever,a yearning embrace being their sweetest promise every time they meet...

His large Hands on her waist holding onto them tightly for dear life, as if he never wanted to let go,as if he never desired for this moment to last -to part ways and crave for the right time again to meet under that secret tree-

For a moment he parted to lock gazes with the young healer,sticking their foreheads together. In an instant,Alma zoomed in trying to understand what he was saying,whilst his lips curved,his mumbling coming to an abrupt stop as the couple fell into a much more passionate rhythm of intimacy -lips locking lustfully over the other,tongues dancing their own tango,thirsty for each other's summer wine...

All of Alma's speculations were confirmed...when the tall boys kisses strayed away from her daughter's lips to her chin and collarbone hungrily capturing the exposed skin of her neck,hungrily teasingly even biting onto the cook's pulse-”

The matriarch stopped in a swift motion,she needn't to see this,the scene acting out Inside the lenses of her goggles was more than enough to explain the situation she knew all too well from the past experiences...

They had to talk,if this was love -just like one of hers and Pedro's- then the two relatives had to talk a few things out,it was of great importance. Noone should see Julieta fooling around before marriage and since she was of age...some things got to alter for the young adult-

Alma knew no name of that guy,all she acknowledged is that she wasn't quite fond of him. He was always tripping on his feet,covered in bee stings, n really close to what she expected her daughter to find,to match her exquisite gift,personality...but on second thought -truth be told- he adored and loved her daughter,

it was an evidence silently spoken through the sparkle in their eyes...

#the madrigals #encanto fluff #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #julistin #young julistin #omg #so oof #cute #our two lovebirds just being wholesome with each other #THEIR SCENE SO CUTE #thannk you anon #anon ask #anon ideas

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the-amazing-simp · 2 years

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To the anon who literally wrote out the entire plot of the fic/mini series in my inbox: I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND I AM GOING TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT I HAVE AN ONGOING SERIES AND START OUTLINING IT 🥰 (Thank you so much for sharing that idea with me) 💖

#writing updates✍#anon asks #anon ideas

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cookierunconfessionblog · 4 months

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OC idea anon, I'm so sorry that I made you feel pressured. That was never my intention AT ALL. The cookie ideas were only for the purpose of helping others get inspired in making characters. You absoutely don't have to and shouldn't change the names of your own characters. Cookie OC's can share names with eachother, and there's nothing wrong with that at all.

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laurasimonsdaughter · 5 months

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Picture this: Dragons using their caves to age cheese. Dragon Cheesemakers!!

The dragon coiled his enormous body, completely blocking the entrance of the tunnel that lead to the caves.

“No,” he snarled, smoke pluming from his nose.

The cheesemonger pinched the bridge of her own nose. “Look, I explained this to you at the start,” she tried once more. “I make cheese.”

“Yes,” the agreed, nodding his scaly head.

“Then I bring the cheese here.”

“Yes.”

“Then you store all the cheese in your cave, keeping it at the perfect temperature and humidity.”

“Yes.” He sounded particularly proud of this part.

“And then when the cheese has ripened,” she concluded. “I come to pick the cheese up again.”

A thunderous scowl clouded his maw. “No.”

“But that’s how it works!” she cried in exasperation. “I make the cheese, you store the cheese, I sell the cheese, I make more cheese!” She peered up at him. “You do realise I cannot bring you new cheese until I have sold this cheese.”

The dragon considered this for a moment. “Ah, but what if—” he began. “What if you go and make more cheese. And bring me the cheese. And I put it in my cave, with the rest of the hoard. And then I keep it there forever.”

“No,” she said flatly.

It was remarkable how much a dragon could look like it had just swallowed a lemon.

“You can’t keep cheese forever,” she insisted. “It will spoil and go bad!”

“You said it would get better and better!” the dragon roared indignantly. “And I take good care of them! With the air flow and the humidity and the temperature!”

“And that is great,” she said, trying to smile through her frustration. “But when a cheese is ripe, it’s ripe! Then you should not be kept anymore, it should be eaten.”

The dragon scraped it’s formidable claws against the stony ground and sulked.

“Look…” The cheese mongering business did not tend to require a lot of sweet-talking, but she was making an effort. “I’m sure the cheeses that aged in your cave are the best cheeses people have ever tasted. When they find out how delicious they are they will want us to make loads more. Maybe several caves’ worth!”

The reptilian eyes stared at her with disgruntled, reluctant interest. “Several caves?”

“If we’re lucky! And I could make so much cheese that I could bring you new cheese as soon as I pick up the aged cheese. Your cave would never even be empty!”

This seemed to strike a chord. The dragon lifted his head a little.

“And that would really be much better for the rest of your hoard,” she continued with fresh inspiration. “Because if you leave cheese too long, it might go bad and spoil the cheeses next to it too!”

A nervous ripple went through the beast’s scaly body, but he clearly was not convinced just yet. “But what sort of a hoard is it if I have to give it away,” he complained.

“Well! Cheese is not just any old hoard! It’s a developing creation! And you will have a hoard that is constantly developing too. Constantly changing, but, if we do this right, never shrinking.”

The dragon looked at her solemnly, wavering with uncertainty. Perhaps she shouldn’t hold it against the poor thing, it must be a difficult concept to wrap his head around.

“And I will tell you what,” she said encouragingly. “If business is good, I can start investing in some really good crumbly cheeses. You can keep those in your cave for five whole years!”

“That is quite a long time for humans, is it not?” he said, sounding a little more cheerful.

“Very long. Especially when it comes to cheese. Cheeses that have been aged that long are very expensive.”

In retrospect, she should perhaps have led with that. Gourmand or not, a dragon was still a dragon after all. A glittering, toothy grin appeared on her recalcitrant business partner’s shout and he moved just enough for her to move past him into the mountain.

“Tell me more about this expensive cheese that crumbles.”

She hid a smirk. “If you help me carry some of the current ones out, it would be my pleasure.”

#anon I am blowing you kisses #what a fantastic idea #don't get me wrong I also support dragons making their own cheese #100%#but this was the funniest to me #urban fantasy professionals #dragon #dragons #urban fantasy #laura drabbles

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clanborn · 4 months

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song number 10 :)

I left my soul exposed

To frail hands who hold

My fate up in the air

And through their fingers fall

The meaning of it all

Down to the floor it goes

Is There Anybody Here? - The Dear Hunter

#still want to do a couple of these music asks since i had ideas for them #requests are closed pls don’t send more tho :3 #leafpool #crowfeather #my art #warrior cats #spotify requests #ask game #anon #ask

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beescake · 4 months

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im a sollux kinnie and ur art is great. like a delicious meal. 1 million courses. my compliments to the chef.

AOGHHH TYSM I REALLY APPRECIATE IT

in gratitude i present a little guy doing setup for the first time 🐝

#FR MEANS A LOT TO ME THANKYOU 🥲🙏 the chef analogy is so sweet too i love it #apologies i take a while to answer asks.. generating ideas #ask #anon #homestuck #sollux captor #2023 #vioart #now im curious to know #question for sollux appreciators at any point in time -#was there any specific moment that made u connect w him most?#like for me it was when he became relieved and happy after the voices stopped #as someone plagued by 24/7 internal monologue. being "free from the voices” sounded absolutely euphoric to me LMAO #watching him talk abt finally being able to think clearly and hear his own thoughts...... gOD. MY BIGGEST ENVY OF HOMESTUCK.

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shineonyoucrazyyandere · 1 month

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So that's what you do, dress yourself in some comfortable clothes, and pack your things as if your life depended on it, giving your reflection a quick glance before leaving your old apartment behind. After a long ride, you finally reach Morioh, checking your notepad once again for directions as if you hadn't read it a few too many times already out of fear of getting completely lost…and you did. Even after checking it so many times, you still got lost somehow! You walked around for what felt like hours and still haven't found your damn hotel! In a desperate moment, you swallow your pride and start looking for somebody to get information from…no matter how stupid you must look with your suitcase under your arm and sweat running down your face. So after looking for a while, you finally reach upon a small cafe, an old blond man sitting at one of the tables set outside the small establishment, just perfect!

“Excuse me, would you mind giving me directions?”

That's the first thing that leaves your mouth as soon as you reach the stranger, which, in return, turned his heads as quickly as you had reached out to him.

“I'm truly sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for this hotel here and-”

You spent a few minutes with the man as both of you tried to make sense of the messy scribbles you made, the man letting out a few chuckles as he reassured you everytime you apologized for your mistakes (which weren't even that deep honestly, just a few spelling mistakes due to how nervous you were) And finally, after some time you two manage to make sense of your messy handwriting and a map that the man had in hands, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you thanked him.

“Before I leave, may I ask you something?”

He asked, the coffee in his hands already finished

“I'm sure I've met you before. Did you happen to live here? What's your name?”

If it was any other situation, you would be wary of the man. You had just met him, yet he was already asking for your name and if you had lived here! Yet, in your rush to get to your hotel, you simply answered him without questioning

“Oh, I'm not really sure? I can't really remember it…but my name is Y/N! Y/N L/N!”

His eyebrows perked up slightly, a smile slowly creeping up to his face as three other people slowly approached the table

“Y/N L/N you say?”

(2/2)

(Pretty sure this is still trash but I put WAY to much effort onto this to not send it lol 😭)

Too much effort on my Yandere blog? Nah, no such thing. This is the right place to put effort into writing Jojo characters as yandere. I’ll appreciate any piece that gets sent to me dang it.

Gosh Norisuke would be so interesting as a platonic yandere. I could gush over that alone, there’s a genuine nice air about him and I believe him to be very warm and inviting when he wants to be. Though can just be as unsettling as any of the other Higashikata family members. If there’s anything you’re uncertain about, he’s right there to help you at a moments notice. I’ll stop blabbering about it under your submission however

#yandere #yandere jjba #anon submit #anon submission #yandere jjba imagines #anon ideas

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brick-a-doodle-do · 4 months

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Get ready for the tears i'm gonna unleash for this new story idea. This takes place after ranboos' death, to which tubbo is not doing so well he's heartbroken, barely eating or sleeping, and just wants his husband to come home. tommy sees all this and revives ranboo, not wanting his friend to suffer anymore. Now, ranboo doesn't remember what happened and is confused when his tiny husband is sobbing in his hands and none of his comforting words seem to be helping so he does what he knows will relax tubbo and noms him while Tommy is telling him what has happened and has this moment of realization to which he begins to cry to. This honestly made me tear up, and I hope you do to

ehehe "i hope you do too" is so threatening i love it /pos/nm

I LOVE TOMMY REVIVING RANBOO FOR TUBBO!!!! i just UGHHH tommy doesn't like ranboo and he's expressed that so much and honestly him doing it just cause tubbo is absolutely going Through It is so cute <333 i love clingyduo,,, :3

and ranboo not knowing about tubbo is just...idk,,, imagine he's just super gentle but not in an affectionate way, irs because they genuinely have no idea who they has in their hands and is terrified about holding someone small! (especially since tubbo is basically having a mental breakdown, i could imagine ran would assume it's becuse the tiny is scared, but at the same time tubbo won't leave his hand so he's just extra confused :D<3)

tommy having to explain it to himmmm UGHHH!!!! i like this trope a lot cause think about all the memories ranboo would be guilty about not having— and yet tubbo still forgives them i bet that would throw ran in for a loop!!! i love this idea :))

UPDATEEE i didn't read the nom part!!! i think that's so just UUCHHDFH imagine if his backstory included something nom related like where they came from it was normal to nom people— and so ran does it just cause they remember their upbringing enough to assume tubbo would enjoy it eeeee meanwhile tubbo is just literally sobbing and they have no idea why

LOVE ANGST!!!!!

#brickquiries #anon brickling #anon ideas #tw vore mention #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #t!tubbo #g!ranboo

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yuanology · 9 months

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m!reader fingering afab!geto while being 100% aware gojo's watching through the crack of the door so he decides to show gojo how sensitive his friend is and geto ends up squirting?? (lowkey embarrassed i wrote this, but yknow ignore it if you want😅)

what the Fuck .

gojo satoru was not a virtuous man. far from it, in fact. as a self-made god, satoru existed on a plane far above morality and whatever other human concept was created to define right and wrong. within infinity and the insurmountable power residing in it, there was only the man who wielded it and the humanity confining it.

even so, satoru still knew deep within his heart—the trembling, still beating thing residing underneath the constricts of his ribs—that he should not be doing this; that he should not be staying.

but satoru was not a virtuous man, and so he stayed.

because there, past the thin crack of the door, was his best friend—the same one he had known from childhood, the same one who had walked with him through the ins and outs of darkness—with his clothes stripped clean, thrown messily around the room, both of his feet planted flat on the bed, and his back arching off the mattress in a pleasured arch. between his legs, slick and heavy with evidence of his own debauchery, stood you—fully dressed, only the first two buttons of your collar open.

satoru knew of you. it was impossible not to. you were older than the both of them. when they were freshly entering their first year, you'd already matured where you existed in your third one. satoru himself had barely spared you a glance but in retrospect, he did remember suguru mentioning once or twice that he was training with you on the side.

fuck, satoru thought, dazed. if he had known this was what 'training' involved, he would have listened a bit better on what suguru had to say about you.

because you were holding his thighs apart, well-practiced fingers relentlessly pushing past suguru's slick folds, producing the loudest squelching noises. satoru couldn't see very well from this angle, but he could hear the sounds his best friend was making; fucked up and high-pitched, whiney in a way satoru had never heard him speak before.

suguru cried out your name, breathless and panting. "please," he was begging you, sounding close to tears. "please, no more."

you leaned in, mouth brushing over suguru's chest as you whispered your response. satoru couldn't hear you, even as his ears strained to catch a wisp of your words. but whatever it was, it must not be good because suguru is letting out a loud whine, one the turned into the strangled beginnings of a scream when satoru noticed that you had begun to pick up pace.

oh my god.

just as satoru took the first hesitant half step backwards, swaying in place, he hears your drawled out voice—cutting, brave, unyielding.

"now, where do you think you're going, satoru?"

satoru stiffened, and he realised that he wasn't the only one. suguru did, too—his body locking up as a new flush crawled across his skin. satoru had half the mind to apologise to his best friend in his head, a chant of i'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msuchashittyfriend looping in his head as if it could forgive him for not only being a pervert, but also for intruding on his best friend's secret.

satoru cleared his throat. he wanted to make an excuse, to apologise, but all that could tumble out of his throat was a hoarse, "um."

suguru let out a high whine at the sound of satoru's voice, as if he was spurred on by his audience. his back arched, his mouth parting as a deep sound escaped him. satoru watched, mesmerised, as the muscle on suguru's body rippled at the motion, your hands never once faltering in its ministrations.

"come here for a minute, satoru." your voice was calm, collected and almost clinical. as if you didn't practically have your entire fist buried in between suguru's slick folds, your thumb nudging at where satoru guessed must be suguru's clit if suguru's high pitched whimpers were anything to go by. "i need your opinion on something."

satoru swallowed thickly as he was drawn into the room, his motions dumb as if he was a mere puppet on your string. as he moved closer, he realised that there was more to the scene that he couldn't earlier see from his post by the door.

suguru's cunt was fucking drooling, slick dripping all over the place as his hips canted in the air as if to escape and to move closer to the pleasure. his hole would no doubt he gaping if you pulled your hand out, hungry for more. your thumb covered his clit wholly, rubbing at it mercilessly.

satoru felt himself twitching in his pants, throat working around the words stuck in his lungs.

"what do you need?" satoru asked, his voice wrecked. he would be embarrassed by it if it wasn't promptly drowned out by the sound of suguru's choked out noises.

without thinking, satoru moved a hand to rest on suguru's thigh, at the sight of his best friend in distress. he didn't realise what a great mistake it was until suguru did a full body shudder, a ragged gasp leaving him. satoru couldn't fucking breathe.

clearly, you didn't share the same sentiment because you were speaking again. "suguru wants me to stop, but i personally think he can come one more time," you said casually, as if this was a common conversation to have with just about anyone.

suguru let out a weak whimper, pathetic and desperate in a way satoru never knew him to be, at the sound of your words. you must have been trying to convince him about this for a while then.

stiffly, satoru nodded, not quite knowing how to react. "okay," he said dumbly.

he wasn't looking at you, too entranced by the sight of suguru with his legs spread wide open and his messy cunt being on full display, but he could hear the smile in your voice when you said, "well, what do you think? can he come one more time?"

satoru opened his mouth, a half-baked answer on the tip of his tongue, when he was interrupted by the sound of suguru's babbling.

"no. no, please. no more." there were tears in his eyes, dripping down his cheeks prettily, satoru noticed. suguru looked a mess, his hair a halo around his head and his hips lifted in the air as if he was nothing more than a cheap whore. satoru thought he was beautiful. "please. i can't. don't make me. please, please, please, pl—"

his words promptly turned into a loud scream, half-pained and half-pleasured, and satoru's head whipped around to look at the source of it. he swallowed thickly when his eyes dropped from suguru's face to his engorged clit, where your thumb was no longer rubbing at but rather, your earlier free hand was now gently tugging at the hood over it.

holy shit, satoru thought, his head spinning. because he just watched you pinch suguru's clit. you pinched suguru's clit. judging from the nonchalance of your gesture and the way suguru didn't try to fight back, instead canting his hips higher, this was something that you did often.

satoru was going to die. holy shit.

"shh, suguru," you reprimanded, silencing suguru's desperate sobs with a gentle pat to his thigh. suguru sniffled, but he stopped letting out those depressing sounds. "it's not you i'm talking to."

suddenly reminded that he owed you the debt of an answer, he blurted out an answer before he could think twice. "he can," satoru replied. "he's an overachiever, the dumbass. he can come another time."

suguru let out a loud sob at his answer, one that sounded a lot like betrayal.

satoru couldn't properly apologise to him, though, because your lips were curling into a sharp grin, looking like a cat who caught the canary, and satoru couldn't help but think that maybe, he was just in as big of a trouble as suguru was. maybe, with his answer, satoru had condemned not just his best friend, but himself as well.

you pulled your hand out of suguru with a lewd squelch, one that made satoru flush all the way to the roots of his hair—and oh god, he hadn't even realised he could burn up even more—and the way that suguru whimpered, both devastated and relieved by the loss, wasn't helping.

you took a step backwards, letting suguru's body drop onto the mattress. you gestured towards the now empty space between suguru's thighs. "on your knees, satoru. hands behind your back."

satoru couldn't do anything but comply. he dropped to his knees, his hands behind his back and his eyes now at level with suguru's fucked out cunt. holy shit. suguru was twitching, his pretty clit engorged and swollen from the earlier abuse and fucking pierced apparently. satoru exhaled sharply at the sight, his breath fanning across suguru's folds, and earning himself a short, aborted whine from suguru. oh my god.

satoru almost flinched when he felt your hand card through his hair, tangling your fingers into the strands as he guided your face closer to suguru's gushing pussy. "go on," you ordered him, your voice gentled by the sound of melodious laughter. "eat him."

thank you for the meal, satoru thought dazedly as his face was guided closer and closer, until he was buried in suguru's cunt and lapping up the taste of his best friend.

the response was immediate—suguru's thighs started quivering on either side of satoru's head, moving to rest on satoru's shoulders and pulling him in as if to suffocate him. satoru didn't mind, taking that as an unspoken order to start eating his best friend out like his life depended on it.

he didn't bother with hesitating or testing the waters. he licked a broad strip up the length of suguru's cunt, dipping in between his folds to gather the slick there at the centre of his tongue. satoru moaned at the taste, and he was immediately greeted by the feeling of suguru's walls squeezing around him as suguru met him with his own weak whimper.

"suguru's already sensitive." that was you again. there was notable amusement in your voice. "want me to help you make him come faster?"

satoru should say no. he wanted to stay buried in suguru's cunt forever, eating his best friend out until he was shaking all over the place. he wanted to make his best friend feel so good that he stopped being satoru's suguru and instead started becoming your suguru with satoru instead.

but he could hear his best friend's pleas even above the sound of his pounding heartbeat, the sound of suguru's suffering, and he couldn't let this keep going for much longer.

he nodded, the bridge of his nose bumping over suguru's clit in the process. suguru's thighs squeezed around him, a whimper escaping, and satoru quickly drew circles on suguru's hips in apology.

you, on the other hand, didn't seem to have the same courtesy as you told him, "suck on his clit, then open your jaw wide."

satoru obeyed even though he didn't really understand why you were telling him to do that, knowing that you likely understood suguru's body more than he did in this matter.

he pursed his lips around suguru's clit, sucking on it firmly, before he let his jaw drop open.

oh.

oh, holy fuck.

because suguru was squirting directly into his mouth, making a mess out of the lower side of his face, and satoru could only kneel there, his mouth wide open as he swallowed all of his best friend's slick juices. his head was light, and he couldn't breathe—both from the suffocation and the fact that geto suguru, his best friend, his one and only, just fucking squirted into his mouth.

when suguru finally let him free, thighs unlocking from around his head and limply falling onto the edge of the bed. satoru leaned back, unable to process what just happened, when he heard you speak again.

"don't forget your manners, suguru."

it was quiet for a moment, then he heard the small, almost shy, voice of his best friend. "thank you, satoru," suguru mumbled.

"you're welcome," satoru replied, his voice sounding fucked over. he couldn't correct himself just yet, though, his head still reeling.

he was still on his knees as he watched you rearrange suguru on the bed, peppering soft kisses onto his face and his collarbone and his chest in stark contrast to the way you had treated him earlier. there was the lull of soft conversation passing between the both of you, one that satoru didn't try being a voyeur of.

he was content with just kneeling there, his head filled with cotton and static. he didn't even bother with touching himself, still too entranced by the feeling of this all happening.

finally, your footsteps drew close to him. he tilted his head as he watched you approach him. you cupped his chin, tilting his head back to meet your gaze.

"messy," you noted, but the corners of your mouth were quirked into a smile. "but suguru's always been messy." satoru didn't have any response to that, so he simply nodded stupidly. somehow, that must be the right answer because you laughed.

you took a step back, taking a seat onto the edge of the bed. satoru's eyes tracked your movement almost curiously. he frowned when you patted your lap, as if you were expecting something from him.

"over my knee," you said. "i think fifteen should do. usually, i'd give more, but i'm assuming you're new to the scene, hm? don't forget to count."

satoru blinked dumbly. he stayed rooted on his knees. "what?" he asked hoarsely.

you raised a brow at him. "oh, satoru," you said, your voice placating. "did you really think that i was going to let you go unpunished just like that? over my knee. fifteen spanks and i want you to count."

when he still did nothing, your gaze darkened and your voice grew firm. "now, satoru."

oh, satoru thought smartly.

swallowing thickly, he moved to comply.

#once again . this ran away from me #idk if this was what you wanted anon but the idea of satoru eating suguru out literally invaded my brain i'm sorry #literally insane holy shitttt #sub jjk #sub geto suguru #sub gojo satoru #dom reader #top reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru #( asks. )#( thirsts. )

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