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From the outside, everything about the moment was soft, quiet, delicate. Moonlight shined through the open window, softening the shadows of Tetsurou’s room into shades of purple. The call of crickets and katydids harmonized with the sound of the summer breeze. It was hot and humid in Japan at this time of year. Tetsurou was starting to think that hot and humid was all he could feel anymore.
If the wetness of Kenma’s mouth on his neck wasn’t the tipping point of Tetsurou’s impending insanity, then the feeling of his childhood best friend’s legs wrapped around his, hips rocking at a jagged pace as he grinds his pussy onto Tetsurou’s thigh, certainly was.
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Kenma grinds against Kuroo in his sleep and the poor guy has to pray to god to keep himself sane.
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Swarm by frilledfern
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
29 Jul 2022
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It’s been 3 years and 17 days since Geto Suguru has seen Gojo Satoru. He knows. He still counts the days. On dreadful nights like these, sometimes the curses grab a hold of Suguru's desires and swarm.
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so um...basically geto is so lonely that his own subconscious conjures a curse to come fuck him better. he has a lot of...interesting fun.
- language used for suguru's genitals are cunt, clit, and hole.
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Baby You're A Haunted House by frilledfern
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)
10 Jul 2022
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Suguru can feel the heavy breaths coming from his nose and taste the dried fake blood begin to melt on their lips. And he swears, even with his eyes closed, he can still see just how stupidly cute Satoru’s hair glows underneath the black light.
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Suguru and Satoru had their first kiss when they were both seventeen. There was some haunted house at the local theatre that needed volunteers, so of course Satoru had signed them up. When Satoru gets bored waiting for people to walk by, some pretty gay stuff happens.
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“Keep it up and I will suffocate you in your sleep.”
“Sneaking into my room at night? I didn’t know you liked me that much. I’m flattered, really, but it’s against the rules to date colleagues!”
The elevator comes down before Scaramouche can shove Childe down the elevator shaft, and they get inside. “I think it’s funny that you think I’d date you. Are you really that desperate for constant attention?”
Scaramouche struggles not to find the twinge of disappointment on Childe’s face amusing. His amusement only lasts a moment, though, because Childe recovers quickly.
“Only desperate for your attention. You don’t think I’d do this with just anyone, do you?”
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11 Jul 2026
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“You like this? Being told what to do?” Scaramouche cups Childe’s cheek in his palm once again and revels in the way the other man leans into his touch. “Fuck. You can’t even answer, can you?”
He thumbs over Childe’s lower lip. “Open.”
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A heated argument between two Harbingers at the training grounds turns into more. Both of them bite off more than they can chew.
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09 Jul 2026
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07 Jul 2026
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“Mmm,” the man hums softly, breathless. “Can’t wait to see you again, neighbor~”
The audio stops, and Scaramouche’s mouth falls open as he gasps, his eyes wide and unseeing as he stares up at the dark ceiling.
No way. No fucking way.
He scrambles for his phone with his free hand as he sits up, heart in his throat as he replays the last ten seconds to confirm his suspicions. He can see the redhead in his mind, leaning back in his squeaky desk chair while on a sales call, can hear him sing ‘neighbor’ in that drawn-out, teasing way that drives him absolutely insane.
The same way as the man he just masturbated to.
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Scaramouche hates his job. He hates his desk mate, Childe, even more.
How the hell is he supposed to work with him after finding his profile on a porn site?
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30 Jun 2026
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The ginger guy’s eyes narrowed as he tilted his head, “Umm…” he looked behind him, then back to Scaramouche. “No, that for sure is my lamp,” he said, fixing the position of the suitcase he'd been rolling around.
“Who are you?” Scaramouche pushed the lamp in front of him, holding it like a gun.
“That should be my question?”
“Well, I beat you to it,” Scaramouche gritted his teeth.
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27 Jun 2026