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  1. Public Bookmark 1

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    “Has anyone ever touched you like this before, Satoru,” Geto purrs into his ear, and Gojo shakes his head.

    He knows his answer isn’t enough when Geto clicks his tongue so Gojo forces out, “No, never.”

    “So, only I will get to see you come undone like this?” Gojo can see that Geto is hard in his kimono, and he wishes Geto would press up against him so he can feel his hard, girthy length against him.

    Gojo can’t help but wonder what Geto would feel like inside him.

    With that thought, Gojo digs his fingernails into Geto’s wrist, so close to release he’s already beginning to see stars as his jaw drops open on a low moan, and he nods in response to Geto’s question.

    KINKTOBER DAY ELEVEN: RELIGION KINK

    ***OMORASHI WARNING: It is only for Geto to find out Gojo's secret so if that's putting you off, just know it won't last long.

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    11 Oct 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 6

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    Suguru smiles, slightly menacing as he sits up and slowly flip their position over, pulling Satoru's legs to the side of his hips instead. “God, I've been waiting for this fucking moment, you know?”

    Satoru whimpers, not registering for a second as his very sensitive self-fights against the alcohol in his system. His eyes go wide a moment later as he feels Suguru’s hands wrapping around his wrist. What happened to the soft, fragile Suguru he was previously ogling?

    Soon came Suguru's laugh as Satoru whined at the lips on his neck, the laugh is rough, unlike the gentle laughter he adored.

    Getou's hands make it on Gojo's chin, and he pulls Satoru's face towards him.

    What the fuck is with his strength?!

    Is it the alcohol taking effect and just making him weak?

    Satoru grits his teeth, staring at those wide, wide deep purple eyes. “Look at him,” he hears Suguru whisper, looking over at Sukuna. “You two act like such little brats.” It didn't even take the black-haired man a minute to take off Satoru's dress pants.

    “S-Suguru wait-”

    Suguru silences him with a rub, “You're so fucking wet.” The black-haired man chuckled, “Do you like the idea of Sukuna waking up to your cries?"

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    04 Oct 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 3

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    “Did I look good?” He snorted, still clouded and dopey.

    “You always look good.”

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    04 Oct 2026

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    Shoko looked him in the eye, her expression completely flat. "You’re just in pre-heat, idiot. Stop being dramatic."

    Satoru blinked. "I'm in... what?"

    "Pre-heat," Shoko repeated, slower, as if speaking to a toddler. "The fever and sensitivity? The emotional instability? You’re literally about to drop."

    "I love you, Shoko," Satoru's brow furrowed, his voice deadly serious, "but I have absolutely no idea what the fuck you're talking about.

    In which Satoru is trying to crack the secrets to teleportation and somehow lands himself in an alternate A/B/O dimension.

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    30 Sep 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 13

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    On these lazy Sunday mornings, he can spoil himself, let Suguru cling to him and mutter nothings in his ear like a prayer. He lets Suguru’s body become his temple. He lets himself fall victim to Suguru’s undoing, engulfed in the vulnerability of it all, like an unraveling thread at the hands of a weaver—wraps himself in a warm, comforting musk, something rich, and a bit spicy; like a cologne he could never bottle.

    | A love letter, in the language of scents.

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    27 Sep 2026

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    bergamot, musk, skin
    hypoxiia

    Satosugu/gego

    https://archiveofourown.org/works/93057216/chapters/248250971#main