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[suguwu]

Bee I am unwell after you said Suguru lays with you first on your wedding night and then after seeing them being a little bit together more I had the terrible thought of

Reader being nervous on the wedding night between it being their first time, their first time with someone who isnt their husband, and of course you husband is watching as his lover and his wife lay together. Thinking about Suguru taking the lobe kf your ear in his teeth after laving your neck with his tongue and teeth and saying "if you want I can take him after I take you. That way you'll both have a proper wedding night - you could watch him as well." Blood rushes to places its never been before and a sound escapes you before you slap your hand over mouth while your husband chuckles breathlessly from his spot in tbe corner

Bee please mercy I cannot I'm unwell when it comes to period dramas

listen suguru fucking you on your and satoru's wedding night is SO important to me. the sheer manipulation that went into it on their part. the sheer scandal of it. it's delicious.

and THIS is delicious. i hope you're okay with me doing my interpretation of it!

f!reader, yandere kinda implied, manipulation.

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it is a whirlwind, your wedding night, and you are dizzy with pleasure. you have never been touched before, never known the heat of another body between your legs. it's heady; it leaves you drunk on it.

you are so dizzy with it that it takes a moment to realize that the man you are kissing is not your husband.

suguru kisses like a surgeon: careful, precise, and cutting. he takes you apart with his lips, opens you on his tongue, splits you like ripe, wet fruit beneath the knife. you whine into his mouth.

he pulls back with an exhaled breath; you follow him without thought, the tide to his moon. he laughs.

"eager," he says. you blink slowly, your mind honeyed, a sweet, languid drip.

"satoru—"

"right here," comes your husband's voice. you glance over and find him seated on a chair beside the bed. his eyes gleam, a comet-kissed gaze, sparking blue.

"i don't—" you pause, gasping as suguru mouths at your jawline, licking a line down the column of your neck. you tremble. "is this—"

satoru laughs and dips down to kiss your question away. you close your eyes and push into it, craving the familiar taste of him.

"be good for suguru, like you'd be good for me."

"but it's—"

"our wedding night."

"yes," you say, voice breaking as suguru sinks his teeth into the join of your neck and shoulder. your fingers fly into his hair, as dark as a raven's wing, knotting the silken strands in your fist.

satoru groans low in his throat, leaning down to kiss you again. "pull," he whispers against your lips. "he likes it."

your head spins.

"but he's not—"

suguru hums, glancing up at you. "have you not thought about me?" he croons.

you have. both of them, really, in the deepest reaches of the night, when the moon is a lonely mirror hung high in the sky. imagined their mouth on yours, their hands tight around your waist.

but never together.

something buds in you, heated and wet like a summer's eve. it blooms, floral and sweet, settles between your ribs before spiraling lower. you take in a gasping breath.

satoru laughs. "i think that's a yes."

suguru presses a kiss to your nipple, his mouth hot and wet even through the cloth of your nightclothes. "let me show you what you've thought about," he says, his hand slipping up your thigh. "satoru doesn't mind."

you glance to your husband. he grins, wide and white, a lighthouse in the candle's dim.

"i don't," he says.

suguru cups you; you bite back the gasp. he leans up and kisses you again, that slow, careful surgery of a kiss. his tongue weaves with yours. you arch into him, head spinning again, drunk off the taste of him.

when he pulls your undergarments aside, you look again to satoru.

suguru pulls back from the kiss, nuzzles against your ear. he licks the shell of it, a slow, sticky lave of his pink tongue.

"if you'd like," he murmurs. "i can take him first. so you can see what it is like."

"take him?"

"fuck him."

you draw in a breath, stunned by his mouth. satoru laughs again and leans forward.

this time, he kisses suguru.

you watch, stunned, as they melt into each other. it's a dance of their own, something so known that it almost aches to bear witness to it. they kiss each other until they're panting.

satoru pulls back and noses against suguru's cheek.

"fuck her first," he says, glancing to where you're spread out on your marriage bed. "i want to see."

#🪴.ask #anon #bridgerton!stsg #dubcon tw #just in case

[suguwu]

bee i am handing u the mic with mer!stsg,…,🎤

vic they just make me insane they would be so beautiful and so awful and so mesmerizing. beguiling creatures that they are. i wish i could put it better into words but they allude me.

i can just imagine satoru pulling you into the water as soon as he meets you, prodding at you like the curious thing he is, letting his hands trail all over you. suguru's watching from a nearby rock; it's him who reminds satoru that humans are delicate little things, that he should take more care with you.

satoru pouts. whines a little. but he eventually lets you go, leaving you treading water as he circles around you. his tail flickers between your legs, his fins tracing softly against your inner thighs. he's so much bigger than you. they both are, you realize, as suguru slips into the water to join him.

they're both beautiful too, suguru with his hair as dark as a moonless night and satoru's comet-tail eyes. suguru coos at you, talks to you until you start to calm down. satoru complains and sulks and tries to get your attention even though you shy away from him every time. you squeak when he ducks down so your faces are level, pulling back towards suguru.

suguru just smiles.

you never notice that the shore is getting further away.

#🪴.ask #victoria.🪷 #i really truly wish i could articulate what i have in my head #i'll smack this with a #yandere tw #mer!stsg

[suguwu]

as for if they had children and who would the first child look like—i think the child would look like satoru, which is probably for the best. he had the whole honeymoon—not even suguru could get away with staying for the honeymoon, he leaves the morning after the wedding—and he made good use of it.

DAMN, BEE!

I am craving a little taste of that, Bee

he's not one to waste opportunity!! and what is the honeymoon but one long set of opportunities? also i think satoru is a morning person and is exceedingly annoying about it.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

f!reader. basically pwp. bridgerton!stsg x reader au.

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a warm puff of breath drifts across your ear.

you stir with it, your mind slow and honeyed with sleep. there's heat at your back, like sun-baked stones, and you press into it without thinking. you exhale softly and go still again, caught on the shores of sleep.

a chuckle rumbles out behind you. a hand creeps up your thigh, hot and heavy.

"wake up, wife," satoru sing-songs into your ear. his fingers sink into the plush of your thigh. "your husband misses you."

you blink awake slowly. it's barely light out; only the faintest hint of the sun seeps through the gauzy curtains of your husband's rooms. you can still see night's arms wrapping around the horizon through the window.

a leg slips between yours.

"wife," satoru says, sounding amused, "i know you're awake."

you shift with a yawn. "are you to call me wife each time you speak to me now?"

he rolls on top of you, tangling the both of you in the sheets. "perhaps i just like the taste of it on my tongue."

you frown up at him. in the watery light, he looks unearthly, his hair a spill of starlight, his eyes cutting through the dim, a comet streaking through the night sky. a celestial being come down to earth.

he strokes a thumb over the curve of your cheekbone. "i think i should like the taste of you better," he says, and then he's dipping down to kiss you, prodding at the seam of your lips with his tongue.

your breath catches in your throat; you try to match his movements, still a bit clumsy with it. he licks into your mouth when you open for him. there's a hunger to it, all teeth and tongue, and you feel devoured.

he pulls back when your chest is heaving. he presses more of his weight down on you and grins down at you. "much better," he says. "though i know there is somewhere sweeter."

your cheeks go hot. he's used his mouth on you before, glutted himself on your cunt until his lips were shining with your slick. you hadn't even known such a thing was done.

he calls it dessert.

(as such, you go taut with embarrassment every time dessert is announced at the dining table. from the grin on satoru's lips, he knows exactly what you're thinking about.)

"you're shameless," you tell him.

as if to prove it, he bunches up your nightgown in a fist and pulls it up over your hips, exposing your cunt.

"so i've been told," he says, dipping down to lay a biting kiss at the join of your shoulder and neck. you can feel his grin against the salt of your skin.

he uses the leg between yours to nudge your legs further apart; you gasp as his free hand sneaks down to your cunt. he palms the heat of you, grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. you arch into the touch, sparks starting to skitter along your nerves.

"satoru," you protest. "the maids—"

he rises to kiss you even as his fingers spread the folds of your pussy apart. "it's too early for them," he says. "besides, it wouldn't be the first time they've heard you."

you whine out an embarrassed noise. he laughs, nudging at your hole with a big finger, testing the stretch of it. you hiss as he sinks it in, a little sore from last night, and he groans low in his throat as your pussy flutters around him.

"your cunt's greedy," he says, sounding amused, and you make a mortified noise that makes him grin. "so shy."

"you're awful."

"what a cruel wife."

you open your mouth to reply; he sinks another finger into you. you cry out instead. he flashes another grin down at you. you grip at his back as he starts to thrust them, opening you for him. his thumb swirls over your clit and the moan you let out echoes in the bedroom.

"i think you want the maids to hear you."

"no—"

"your cries," he says, giving another thrust of his fingers to draw a noise from you, "say otherwise. does it feel that good?"

you bite your lip. his eyes flash, st. elmo's fire, and he adds a third finger on his next plunge inside of you. you try to buck up as heat sears through you; he settles his weight more firmly on top of you. he leans down and flicks the tip of his tongue against the shell of your ear.

"well?" he asks, coming to a stop with his fingers deep in your cunt. "does it?"

you squirm under him. he curls his fingers and it burns through you, kindling to flame, simmering beneath your skin.

"tell me."

"it feels good," you breathe out, cheeks burning. you turn your head away, but he grabs your chin and makes you face him. his pupils are blown out, a faint ring of incandescent blue rimming them. still, he grins down at you.

"there you go," he says, and you buck up as he curls his fingers again. you cry out when he pulls out, mourning the loss, but then you're taking in a hissing breath as he bullies his cock inside you, spreading you wide around him.

you sink your nails into his back, trying to arch underneath him. he groans, his head dropping into the crook of your shoulder.

"fuck," he says. "it's like you were made for me."

the first thrust catches you off guard; the next sends lightning through you, flashing from strike-point to strike-point. he fucks you with slow rolls of his hips, spearing deep inside you. you whine.

"there you go," he says, picking up speed. you gasp out your next breath as his hand sneaks between your legs again to pet at your clit. you jolt with it and he laughs, low and hungry.

"sensitive," he teases.

you don't bother with a reply—can't bother with one—as he strokes in and out of your cunt again. the squelch of it fills your ears; you can feel the wetness starting to coat your inner thighs.

he fucks you steadily, murmuring filth that has you trying to cover your face with your arm. he laughs again but lets you do it, dipping down to suck at your nipple, laving at it until it hardens into a peak.

you squirm beneath him, too full of a feeling you can't name. it swells up in you like a tide. he seems to know; he presses against your clit, rolling it beneath his fingers until you're writhing. he fucks you harder, his cock pulsing in your cunt, and you cry out as the feeling peaks, crashing through you like a wave against the shore.

satoru fucks you through it, until there's something like pain lacing through it, starlight hot. then his cock throbs inside you, filling you, and he braces himself over you on his elbows.

"fuck," he spits. he holds himself there for a moment, his cock pulsing, and then he's rolling over onto his back. he takes you with him, wrapping a wiry arm around your waist until you're on top of him.

he gazes up at you with a grin, his ocean-blue eyes glittering. "i could fuck you every moment of the day," he tells you. he pats at your ass, ignoring your little hiss as he shifts inside you.

"suguru doesn't know what he's missing."

"satoru!"

you bury your face in his chest, cheeks hot. he pauses for a moment, considering.

"actually, i suppose that he does."

"your grace!"

he just laughs.

#🪴.ask #anon #bridgerton!stsg #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader

[suguwu]

Merman!jing yuan

minors and ageless blogs dni!

ohhhh my god anon. your MIND.

his tail a glistening white, shot through with soft gold, a firefly's blink caught in scales. the heavy seawater dulls it to a cream, flickering beneath the waves with powerful movements, a burned-out shooting star.

calls out to you with his deep, rich voice, tempts you into stepping into the tidepools as the tide ebbs, the crabs scuttling out of your way. you dance between the pools, skipping over sharp shells and crusted barnacles to sit on the seaweed-covered rocks, your feet dangling into the seawater. you draw them up when he draws near, wary despite the way his eyes crinkle with his laughter.

it becomes a habit, visiting him. he's playful, splashing water at you when he feels you're not paying attention to him, earning himself a yelp of his name that clearly satisfies something in him. he peers at you from just above the water, golden eyes shimmering like the sun on the water, the mischievous curl of his lips barely hidden by the lapping waves.

"you're like a little anemone," he tells you one day as you draw your legs up as he drifts near, laughter flavoring his rich voice.

"what do you mean?"

"you flinch shut at the first sign of danger."

"you admit you're dangerous, then," you say, clasping your knees to your chest tightly.

"now now," he purrs. "no more than any human is."

"i'm not dangerous."

"oh, but you are, little anemone," he says. "the things you make me want to do."

your cheeks heat. "like what?" you venture.

"would you like to find out?"

you hesitate. he waits patiently, eyes gleaming, his powerful tail cutting through the water as he lounges against one of the rocks that barely juts out of the calm of the sea.

you unclasp your hands. lower your feet until they're skimming the deep blue of the water, the seafoam catching over your feet.

his smile bares his teeth, sharp and wanting.

he pushes off the rock lazily, the muscles roping along his strong arms flexing with the movement. his skin is salt-kissed, a fine layer of it glittering in the sun.

you chew your lip as he draws near with a swish of his tail. it's deceptively deep here; his tail is barely visible once he's close enough to touch.

you flinch as he touches your foot, dragging his fingers over the arch of it. he laughs lowly.

"little anemone indeed," he says. you scowl at him and he smiles, his eyes crinkling.

he tugs your foot to his lips, pressing a kiss to the top of it. your breath catches. he kisses you again, higher this time, and then again, until you feel a graze of teeth against your ankle bone, perilously sharp. he nips at the thin skin there; runs his tongue over the blood that beads up.

he gazes up at you, his golden eyes gleaming, the color of the sunrise.

"more," you tell him.

"demanding," he says, but he presses another kiss to your calf, pushing closer, looking pleased. the next kiss is higher still.

"come into the water," he breathes.

you hesitate for only a moment, and then you get to your feet, stripping off your clothing until you're down to your swimsuit.

hidden beneath the water, jing yuan smiles.

#🪴.ask #anon #i got carried away #it's just too good #jing yuan x reader

[suguwu]

Thinking about Bridgeton! Satoru and Suguru undressing you... all those layers coming off...

definitely a few layers to get through!! but it's not like that would keep them from their prize...

f!reader.

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"you're going to rip her bodice," suguru says, sounding amused. you can't see him, with satoru curving over you like the sky, but you know that tone.

"i don't care," satoru says.

he's got one hand down your bodice, stretching it out. he's playing with your tit through your linen shift. the warmth of his hand seeps through the cloth and you bite your lip as he catches your pebbled nipple between his fingers. embers smolder in your veins as he pinches lightly, and then harder. it's fire to kindling, the sensation rolling through you.

"you'll upset her."

"i'll buy her another one."

you gasp as satoru tweaks your nipple again, arching into him. he glances back down at you, his eyes as blue as the mid-morning sky, a deep sear of color. he grins down at you, a lightning strike of teeth.

"feel good?"

he doesn't wait for an answer; he swoops down to kiss you. he's always been a hungry kisser, all teeth and tongue, as if he could swallow you whole.

the seams of your bodice creak. satoru cups your breast, sinking his fingers into the meat of it, and swallows down your little cry. his lips curve up against yours, and you melt into the chaise.

"that's her favorite dress, you know."

satoru pauses. he kisses you again, until you're robbed of your breath, and then pulls back. his lips are pinkened. you think of the dusty roses in the courtyard, the blush of them.

before you can say anything, satoru's pulled you up. he kisses you again as he undoes the laces at the back of your bodice, his mouth hungry, his fingers impatient.

your dress starts to come loose; he tugs it away and lets it drop to the floor. he's started on your petticoats before you even register that your dress is at your feet.

you're down to your corset and shift in a matter of seconds. satoru whines as his fingers find the taut laces of your corset. you think you can hear suguru chuckle.

the thought is washed away when satoru slides a thigh between yours. the pressure licks through you, fire to kindling, and you moan as each rough attempt at undoing your corset laces sends you sliding against the thick muscle pressed against your cunt.

you sink your fingers into the meat of satoru's shoulders, rocking your hips until you can feel your slick smearing on the cotton of your shift. the moan you let out makes satoru tug harder at your corset laces.

"it'd be easier if you slowed down."

satoru pulls back from the kiss he's captured you in; you slump against him, panting.

"shut up, suguru," he says, but it sounds fond.

suguru sighs; there's the sound of a page turning.

still, satoru does slow down, catching you in a slick, messy kiss that makes you roll your hips, desperate from friction. your corset falls away a moment after, finally loosened.

"there we go," he breathes against your lips. he flexes his thigh under you; you clench around nothing and moan. he grins, his eyes flashing like st. elmo's fire, and drops you back onto the chaise.

before you can complain, he's fisted his hands in your shift and pulled it up to your collarbones. your nipples pebble as the chill air of the room hits your skin. you shiver.

"cold?"

there's a hand heavy on your cunt before you can answer. it's warm; the heat of it seeps through your skin, burns itself into your bones. satoru gazes down at you for a moment, his grin wide.

"let's warm you up."

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[suguwu]

Would love to hear you elaborate on mermaid! Getou 👀👀

oooooh i just think he tends to find you at night, when he's almost indistinguishable from the water aside from the gleam of moonlight against his scales. he's been watching you for several tides, knows that you like to walk under the gaze of the stars and the moon, knows that you hum to yourself as you wade in tidepools. he can hear the melody even over the crash of the waves.

he hums it back one night, the notes pouring from him like oil, spreading across the waves to reach you. you glance up when it does, your brow furrowed, and he shifts as you do, just enough for the water to ripple, just enough for you to spot him.

he plays this hide-and-seek with you for a few nights. it draws you closer to the shoreline with each evening, until you're almost dipping your feet into the waves. until you're almost close enough to touch.

he comes out of hiding, then, draws close enough to the shore that you can see his face, thrown into stark relief by the moonlight, the scales sprinkled across his cheekbones gleaming. his hair swirls around him in the current, swaying like seaweed. his powerful tail sweeps to and fro beneath the waves, massive and muscled, keeping him afloat with ease.

he comes out of hiding and you lean a little further, tilt a little closer. just a bit too far. just beyond the reach of his darkened claws. but suguru is patient, and he sees the way you watch him, how you stay out longer and longer to talk to him, and knows it won't be long.

he can wait.

it's a new moon. the night sky is a bruise of a thing, the only light the faintest glimpse of the stars, spread out through the sky like scattered little jewels. it turns the water wine-dark.

suguru watches you pick your way through the tidepools, your feet bare despite the sharp bite of barnacles. you move with purpose, with impatience, and the smile that spreads across your face when you finally see him is broad and bright, a moon in the dark.

you settle at the edge of the tidepool, just out of reach, as always. he wonders who warned you, sometimes, who whispered the secrets of the deep until they imprinted into your tender flesh.

he beckons you closer, raising his clawed hands so you can see the treasure he has cupped between them, the one that gleams even in the dim of the stars.

for you, he promises, voice silken. for you.

you lean over to see it.

you should hit the water with a loud splash, but it's soft, like you're slipping into the waves. like you belong there. like you're returning, seafoam on the shoreline reclaimed by the waves.

he winds around you, his tail encompassing your kicking legs as he presses his lips to yours, as he breathes for you.

the treasure—dropped as soon as you leaned in too close—lays forgotten under the waves.

suguru has a better one now.

#🪴.ask #bee writes jjk #uhhh ig this gets a #yandere tw #kidnapping tw

[suguwu]

bee what does reader think of seeing Bridgerton stsg fuck each other for the first time 🙈

honestly it's so foreign to you that it takes some time to even process what you're seeing! you're a little fucked out and a little overwhelmed and maybe a little curious, too.

f!reader, explicit stsg, getou tops.

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satoru's back arches, a cathedral nave of muscle and bone. he makes a noise you can't quite name, a low purr of sound. it drips from him honey slow.

there's sweat gathering at his temple. it dampens his hair to the silver of the moon, a heavenly body come down to earth. suguru shifts between his legs. satoru goes taut, muscles cording, before he relaxes, a sail without a breeze.

"does it hurt?"

you ask it without thinking. you still ache, a ghost of their touch lingering deep inside you.

he cracks an eye open. the blue of it is searing in the candlelight, a comet tail burning through the sky. it sinks beneath your skin, like swallowing a star. heat pools in you.

"my, my," satoru says, voice husky. "what a curious little wife i have."

your cheeks burn. "i—"

"it doesn't," he says. "feels good. suguru's just—fuck—being mean."

suguru makes a noise that's a little too elegant to be a snort. he runs a big hand down satoru's flank and pinches at the jut of his hip. "i can show you mean."

"promise?"

suguru dips down and lays a biting kiss against satoru's nipple. you watch the shudder roll through him like a summer storm.

"i promise," suguru says, voice dark. something in you stirs; you clench your thighs together. from the flicker of his eyes, suguru notices. a smile unfurls on his lips, deep and heady, but he says nothing.

"are you going to fuck me or not?" satoru asks. it's almost a whine.

"i'll fuck you," suguru says, digging his fingers into the meat of satoru's thighs. he rolls his hips hard. "don't complain later."

"me? never."

"we'll see."

you watch as suguru draws back. it's hard to see between the shadows of their bodies, but you catch a glimpse of the hard length of suguru's cock, the head of it darkened with need, before he fucks back into satoru's pliant body. you nearly go dizzy at the sight.

suguru sets a brutal pace.

it makes satoru bite out a curse; he curls his fingers into the raven's-wing veil of suguru's hair. the expression on his face makes something in you crack.

you want to look away. to give yourself space to make sense of what you're seeing. to understand what is taking place within your marriage bed.

but you can't.

instead, you meet suguru's eyes, as dark as a moonless night, and know that whatever this is, you're a part of it now.

and that you always will be.

#🪴.ask #anon #bridgerton!stsg #they are switches to me and thus they will switch throughout the series

[suguwu]

Ok this is so silly but I imagine mer!satsug (more likely Satoru) getting pearls and throwing them at you while you're on shore to get your attention. It's not like they can exactly swim up to you in the middle of the day in front of anyone so what did you expect them to do??? The people around you are extremely you excited to find pearls on the beach. You have to pretend like another one didn't just hit the back of your head. Satoru is contemplating switching to sand dollars if you don't turn around soon

lskjdlfjsdf this made me absolutely cackle bc i'm also just imagining the sheer strength that would have to go into it to make sure it reaches the shore when they're so far out from it! satoru winding up like he's a baseball pitcher!!

it ends up having the exact opposite effect—you retreat from the shore because it's so annoying and you know he won't stop. that he'll probably just get worse. you return to the shore that night, climbing along the rock wall to get to the deeper part of the sea. satoru pops up, already complaining about how you ignored him.

you dump the pearls you've collected on his head.

he whines, shaking his head until they're all out of his hair, dropping into the water with little musical plops. you tell him not to do it again, but you know he's not really listening. he's too busy sulking.

suguru's laugh unveils him. he glides through the water to rest against the rock you're perched on, pillowing his chin on his arms. he hums. his smile is a fishhook, sharp and tempting.

he soothes your ruffled feathers with a few well-placed words. you grumble a bit, but settle in on the rock and talk with them late into the night.

you don't realize that neither of them apologize.

after all, it brought you back to them.

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[suguwu]

The bridgerton!stsg your engagement ring is yours and Satoru's birthstones with Suguru's being set in the band descending from the main setting. You mainly wear shades of blue, like Satoru's house colors but your outerwear is often dark shades of purple. The pearls you wear are white and black - the lovers eye necklace is an eye that it definitely not your husband's distinct blue but if you look at Satoru's hands there might be a matching eye on a thick band on his right hand.

People are also shocked by the lack of staff at the Gojo estate, a small but efficient force. It's mainly because they won't comment on how Suguru hasn't stayed in the guest wing in years and has the room across from the couples suite - or how the bed in that room hasn't been slept in in a long while (even since before you were married)

Sorry I had a thought of making bridgerton!stsg more gay and also in love with reader and each other

ooooh yes i love all of this! especially the bit about the lovers eye necklace and rings bc oof that would be so obvious. but perfect for them.

i did laugh at your idea about the clothing bc we are the same, anon. sometimes you wear things so different from what gojo is wearing, and when you stand next to suguru, it looks like the two of you are married, because your color schemes and clothing match.

i do think that bridgerton!stsg tends towards staying at suguru's estate, instead—it's less obvious, smaller, able to run on a true skeleton staff. the gojo estate is just too big, too centered in society life, not to mention his other family members who live there. the staff are more likely to be in the pocket of satoru's family than his.

suguru's staff, though—they're a loyal bunch. more family than staff, really. there's no mention about how the bed in the guest wing never needs to be made in the morning or that they wear matching pocketwatches. and when you arrive, there's no mention of how suguru's sheets smell of you. how satoru leaves you alone in the estate for days at a time, sometimes. except you're not alone—you're with suguru.

either way bridgerton!stsg are very much in love with you and each other, no questions asked. they're just. not normal about it.

#🪴.ask #anon #bridgerton!stsg

[suguwu]

Do Suguru and Satoru spend time with her besides having sex? (Sorry if this sounds crude!)

it doesn't sound crude at all! and yes, they do!!

suguru's time is a little more limited because of how you have to present yourselves in public. but when you're in his estate, he is insistent about having you around. reading a book in the drawing room? he is crowding you on the chaise as he reads his own book, pressed along the length of you, the heat of him settling in your bones. doing needlepoint or embroidery? he's watching you, waiting for you to accidentally prick yourself so he can pull the tip of your finger into his mouth.

satoru has it easier—he goes to social engagements with you, including things like the opera or the ballet, where he likes to watch you and how enraptured you are by the performance more than he likes to watch the show. he's also handsy; you end up in his lap when you're at the estate more often than not. he complains when he thinks you're not spending enough time with him. will sweep you off into his study and keep you on his lap while he deals with estate business. says you're the only thing that makes the tedium of it bearable.

so yes, they do spend time with you outside sex!!

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[suguwu]

since reader marries satoru that means suguru never gets married right? i bet people love gossiping about that lol

anon...there are two answers to this question. i haven't decided which i'm going with, as one is decidedly darker than the other lmao

in one answer, suguru never marries. it is a curious thing to the ton; he is handsome, he has a title, and they know he is not against marrying. after all, he courted you.

some of the whispers say he never got past his love for you and cannot bear marrying another. others say you were but a distraction, an easy way to rile up satoru.

either way, he never marries. but he is not lonely, for his best friend and his wife visit often, for months at a time.

in the other answer, suguru marries after several seasons of rumors, of chatter about him. she's a young thing, sweet but a bit silly. she's completely in love with him. the ton is atwitter with their whirlwind courtship. they must be smitten, a true love match, for they marry quickly, in the midst of the season, with a special license.

their marriage does not last long. she passes in the dead of winter, struck down by an odd illness, a crumpled flower under the snow. suguru is grief-stricken, absolutely devastated to lose his young wife so terribly, so brutally.

luckily, he has his best friend and his wife to help him through it. they are close, after all, so they go to his side immediately.

and if he's too grief-stricken by the loss of his wife to ever marry again, well—no one would blame him.

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[suguwu]

morevover, just as a fun headcannon, merman cock produces a lubricant like substance, since water in itself is a very poor lube if you have hole to fuck. so, fucking mer!getou or mer!stsg if you're a brave creature is an eytra sloppy experience

oh absolutely. you can feel it slick between your legs, against the small of your back, as you're caged between them, their bodies curving over you like the horizon. it smears over your inner thighs and your ass, cool against your heated skin. it clings. you can feel it on you like a second skin, and there's more by the minute, their cocks drooling it. it makes even the catch of their scales slick. it soaks you, felt even through the water.

it only takes a slight sweep of satoru's tail to rock you back and forth between them. you keen, arching forward and pushing back at the same time, unsure of where to go. you feel the pulse of their cocks at the noise; your thighs get slicker.

you whine.

"there, there," suguru coos, his rich voice dripping honey, his breath puffing over the curve of your ear. satoru ruts between your thighs with another flick of his tail as he kisses you. he always kisses you like it's the first time—hot and hungry for more.

suguru rolls against you, his cock slippery against your ass. "don't fret," he says. "we'll take care of you."

they always do.

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[suguwu]

I think Suguru and Satoru don't seem to care if reader is returned to the ball a little disheveled (appearance still acceptable but notably messier to keener eyes) and maybe the ribbon around reader's neck isn't oriented like at the start, and their hair is loose here and there, and their corset is tugged slightly askew

oh absolutely they do not care. you probably care more than they do—the two of them see propriety as something to be nudged up against (particularly satoru) and if they use you to do it, well, all the better.

and things happen, like the time satoru broke the clasp of your necklace when he was using it to pull you into a kiss. the pearls bounced everywhere and several other guests poked their heads around the corner at the sound. it was still in the early days of your marriage, so the ton just spun more stories about how enamored the two of you are.

it does not help that satoru likes to use these as times to get suguru annoyed or riled up, since he's so limited by the confines of your public relationship.

so it's not uncommon for you to return to a ball with your ribbons unraveled or your gloves missing. for there to be wrinkles in your clothing that weren't there before, or for men's cologne to linger on your skin. for a leaf to be caught in your hair and your hem a little bit muddy.

the ton watches and buzzes behind their fans, a few little comments coming your way, but you're composed enough that it's easy to refute anything.

suguru, on the other hand—his eyes are blazing from across the room, all dark fire, his hand flexing at his side.

satoru's gotten exactly what he wanted.

you hope that for once, he's the one that pays the price.

#🪴.ask #anon #bridgerton!stsg #suguru is composed af unless it's satoru needling him #esp if he's using you to do so

[suguwu]

Mer!Satoru definitely pokes at your feet and is surprised when you react and is less amused when you kick him on accident. Getou, on the other hand found it hilarious

oh absolutely!! sulks when you kick him and demands you kiss it better (because that's a human custom, right? right?) as suguru doesn't bother to hide his laugh. probably even pulls you under the water as retaliation. which makes suguru coo over you all over again as you surface, sputtering loudly.

(they're delicate, satoru. be more careful, he scolds, wiping away a bit of seawater from your face. there's amusement tucked up in the corner of his mouth, and you don't think it's really a scolding at all.)

anyway satoru is a menace land OR sea. it's just the way he is.

#🪴.ask #actuallyazriel #they are making me insane #mer!stsg

[suguwu]

Oooh to be held by Satoru and Suguru's big hands... I'm not sweating at all

their hands anon...they're so big. satoru's are a little bigger, but suguru has these long, elegant fingers that are so much stronger than they look.

both of their hands span your whole jaw when if they grab you by the chin. satoru likes to give you the tiniest playful shake before drawing you in for a kiss, squishing your cheeks up with his fingers. suguru likes to turn you from side to side, examining you with his vulpine eyes before he presses a little kiss to the corner of your mouth that leaves you chasing him for more.

i also have the clearest vision of satoru basically shoving his hand into your face when he's being annoying and it completely blocking out the world. he thinks it's the funniest thing in the world and pouts when you shake him off with a scowl.

basically just...big hands. i am also sweating.

#🪴.ask #anon #listen they are large men #they have to have big hands

[suguwu]

LORD NANAMI PLEASE I WOULD LOVE HIM

LORD NANAMI. he's everything a lord should be—incredibly proper, polite, and fastidious in what he does. he's a little taciturn, which sometimes puts him at odds with the ton. if he wasn't so polite, people would assume he was intentionally snubbing them.

he runs his estate with minimal effort unless more is needed—a bad season for his tenants, etc.—and is more likely to spend time in his country estate than the city. but even he can't afford to miss the season, whether he's looking to marry or not. he puts it off as long as possible.

satoru likes to annoy him. nanami can barely keep his temper in check, but a duke is a duke, and is afforded a certain amount of respect. sometimes suguru reins satoru in; sometimes he doesn't. it really depends on the day.

despite his brusqueness, he's still relatively popular with the mamas as a choice for a potential marriage. there are many worse choices than a handsome, stern man who can provide easily. add in the fact that he does have a good heart underneath all those blunt words and it makes him an excellent choice.

he doesn't bother to court anyone, though. it leaves him open to be chased by mamas, but he'd rather deal with that than courtship itself, where he'd be expected to actually marry at the end of it.

maybe one day he will, but not any day soon.

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