EACH TIME I COME HERE I AM ABUSED-

EACH TIME I COME HERE I AM ABUSED-

Would You Rather?

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✰ ft. choso, kento, satoru, suguru, toge, megumi, yuji

note: they ask you WYR questions!

warnings: cursing, suguru angst, foreshadowing

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Choso

Kento

Satoru

Suguru

Toge

Megumi

Yuji

-i hope you burn in hell lol

-you only have three months to live lol

-i almost got run over lol

putting lol after serious stuff actually does make it less serious lol

NO WHATTT WHY IN THE WORLD I WOULD SAY THAT TO YOU PLEASE WE LOVE YOU I AM SORRY ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

world is crumbling into pieces, life is falling apart, future is up in flames and we are perishing lol

putting lol after serious stuff actually does make it less serious lol

AWFULLY SUSPICIOUS THAT THIS COMES UP RIGHT AFTER I GET DONE CRYING AND CRIBBING-

toji move I WANT A SUGAR MOMMY!! like please??? i mean i ain't no toji but like i am kinda cute i think ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ all this people on earth and no one has offered to take care of me financially sigh GOD UNIVERSE EVERY DEITY OUT THERE PLEASE DO BETTER (at least until i graduate i beg)

[ SMAU ] 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ! in which you find toji fushiguro’s number off a sugar baby site .

୨୧˚ part; one. two.

୨୧˚ incl; toji fushiguro

୨୧˚ cw; sugar mommy! reader , sugar baby! toji , allusions to sex , profanity

୨୧˚ an; never did i think i’d be doing solo characters but here we are… to my lovely followers who were active on my blog yesterday, you know exactly what inspired this LMFAOOOOO

likes and reblogs are appreciated !

and if i break down crying THEN WHAT he's so FUCKING CUTE i want to beat his ass

do you think... that in private... reader baby talks satoru? 🧍🏻‍♀️idk why i thought of this i just find it funny if they actually do this

"who's my baby, hm?"

"meeee >o<"

in private??? in public.

“oh, sorry,” you say, grabbing satoru’s arm to pull him away. “my child has no spacial awareness.”

“we’re married,” he tells the person he just literally body checked, and then he turns away—dragging you by your hold.

or

“don’t mess with the baby,” you tell tsumiki, admiring the eyeshadow you just painted on his lids. “he’s sleeping.”

she giggles as satoru’s nose twitches. you’ll be taking a million pictures of this view before he wakes up, obviously.

or

“sweetheart.”

“no, satoru. leave me alone.”

“how can this be my fault?”

“everything’s your fault,” you say, sticking your nose in the air and avoiding his eyes. you will not treat this with any maturity, thank you. “i’ve already established that.”

“okay, but i didn’t mean to,” he whines, trying to grab onto your face, only for you to push him away.

“go away, satoru, im not speaking to you.”

“that’s not my name.”

you just roll your eyes.

“sweetheart,” he says again, stepping in front of you. “princess, love of my life. i told her that i was happily married.”

“you said sorry!”

“i was being polite! you’re always getting on me about being respectful, and checking my ego, and remembering that i’m not the only important person in the world, blah blah, other stuff i forget.”

you huff, crossing your arms when he tries to grab your hand. “you said ‘sorry, but i’m married.’ are you sorry, satoru? does our fake marriage cause you pain?”

“fake?” he says, voice broken, hand to his chest. “why would you say that?”

you roll your eyes again, looking up at the ceiling. “whenever you want to propose, i’ll start accepting this matrimony you’re so obsessed with.”

“see? i’ve made my plans very clear.”

“you’re already sorry about our marriage that doesn’t even exist.”

“and you call me dramatic.”

“okay, satoru—“

“—don’t know who that is.”

you scoff. “if a man came up and asked me out and i said ‘i’m sorry, but my husbands just around the corner—‘“

“see! married!”

“‘i’m sorry, but i’m engaged. oh, what? no ring? that’s just cause he’s really broke—‘“

“false!”

“‘i’m sorry, but i already have a ball and chain weighing me down.’”

“that’s it,” satoru says, and then he hikes you up onto the counter by your waist, and digs his fingers into your ribs.

it takes barely a second of his torture before you’re gasping yet breathless, feeling that familiar giddiness racing through your heart.

“satoru! satoru! okay, i forgive you, i’m—“ you laugh, trying to pull at his hair, which only makes him lean over you and nuzzle his face into your shoulder. “satoru, please, just—“

“who are you speaking to, again?”

“baby! baby, mercy, please.”

“that’s me,” satoru says, grinning as he stands up again.

“i’m still not calling you my husband in public,” you say, in between breaths.

“we’ll work on that.”

YES CAN I TALK MY SHIT AGAIN-

also don't censor or rephrase the things when you talk about toji's character. "toji is a womanizer" is a widely misunderstood phrase in fandom that people overlook the fact that he slept with women because he was broke and had no means to survive. let me tell you the weight of the situation. he did not sleep with women for sexual pleasure but because he needed a roof to stay and some money. he was a borderline prostitute. don't censor that just because he is a man. it is a part of his character.