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he holds me in his big arms (drunk, and I'm seeing stars) by suguruni
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
11 Apr 2026
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“Suguru.” Satoru breathed out, eyes falling on the exhausted omega.
The long haired omega was slumped against one of the many walls of the small room, his black hair, usually sleek and heavily cared for, hung in damp, tangled strands around his face and shoulders, sticking to his damp skin.
Suguru’s arms cradled a tiny bundle against his chest, wrapped in what seemed like a blood stained pink yet fluffy towel. The omega was cradling it close, almost protectively as he rubbed his face against it with loud, unaware purrs.
Then Satoru heard a coo but not from Suguru.
And just as his eyes trailed lower— they fell on the small baby snuggled right below Suguru's swollen tit.
Or where,
when the burden of their relationship and war forces satoru to call off the little affair between him and suguru after years of secretly meeting up— he finds himself abandoning the omega in one way or another to feel like he wasn't betraying his own morals and distances himself from him with the promise of never seeing him again.
that is until he finds suguru bleeding, feral and nursing an unknown pup with very familiar white hair in some cheap and sketchy motel room.
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After getting stood up, pretty omega Suguru catches Satoru’s eye at the claw machine. One plush cat later, and Satoru is taking him home.
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Suguru was out cold, curled on his side facing away from the door, one long leg bent at the knee, the other stretched out and that was just his usual pose to find comfort in and sleep but that's not what Satoru's eyes fell upon.
Suguru was— he was—
Satoru felt his lips fall open and his grip loosened on the blanket, eyes widening.
Suguru was wearing some sort of an oversized sleep shirt that he probably either borrowed from Satoru or it was his own and if it really was Satoru’s shirt, that little thief, Satoru didn't mind though.
His shirt had ridden all the way up to the middle of his back, exposing the smooth dip of his spine and the obscene swell of his hips and below that—
Were those fucking panties that Suguru wore?
Fuck, Suguru was wearing panties.
Or where,
satoru knows that more or less he exceeds limits sometimes just to get his own way with many things but he thinks that maybe getting dango with his best friend in a shitty and cheap hotel room after an exhausting mission wasn't really something that should be limited to him.
but maybe it wasn't really dango what he was hungry for.
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This is the story of Gojo and Geto - two kids who happen to be neighbours. Across five summers spanning 2002 to 2012, we follow their journey through the messy, beautiful chaos of growing up - navigating first crushes, unspoken feelings, the ache of denial and longing, moments of disappointment and confusion, flashes of clarity, heartbreak, and love. Through it all, they trace a winding path back to what was always meant to be: each other.