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notes. Most of the X Reader content I write is written from an AFAB perspective, but many can be interpreted as gender neutral as well. However, I know that my writings can tread into "OC" territory so you can always interpret the MC of a lot of my works as just that- the MC and it doesn't have to be 'you' but you are reading through MC's filter.
Sometimes I'll write Canon/Canon or original stuff!
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suguru is a slut and loves when you record him eating… it (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
the wet sounds in the room echo forward and back as his tongue flicks back and forth against your clit and two of his fingers curve inside of you, rubbing against the sweet spot that makes your thighs tremble and face scrunch.
one of your hands is holding suguru’s hair tightly into a ponytail, and the other is holding your phone, recording him while he’s in his mood.
he gets sluttier for the camera, purposely teasing you, making a mess with everything that comes out of you, and having it run down his chin, pushing his face into your core again and lapping the rest up.
suguru loves showing off; whenever he has your pussy on your face, he eats you like he has something to prove.
his eyes are stuck on the camera while he tastes you; it's like he gets possessed. something takes over him when he gets this taste of you while the camera is facing him.
“right there, baby, mm, fuck.”
suguru feels your grip loosening, strands of his hair falling into view, making him groan into your messy core, knowing you’re about to cum any second.
he knows that when the camera starts to tremble and you go quiet only making little whimpers while strand by strand of his hair comes down, he’ll feel warmness coming down on his face while you push yourself forward on his mouth to ride out the feeling.
he watches every video you record back to him, watching every twitch and tremble your body makes while he’s down there devouring you.
your thighs slowly closing in on him every time he licks over your clit, making you shiver; he likes to watch them gradually close and your stomach rise and fall rapidly as you try to control yourself.
or the little comments you make when you first start recording and the soft giggles when he gives you kitten kisses on the inside of your thighs.
“you’re so nasty, you know that?”
nudging him with your foot while he pushes your thighs back to get more access before he starts, making sure he’s at an angle with the camera.
“you recording?”
softly licking your inner thigh, making you twitch a little, and you nod.
“start bossy.”
adding another video to the growing collection.
an: im aware this is generic, im trying to get back in the groove of posting more and every other day, enjoy (╥﹏╥)
i had a dream that someone asked for bully!gojo and anal so here we go........
cw: anal, slight pain but not mean gojo
gojo had always wanted to try it, he just had to wait for you of course. he asked every now and again, until you finally said yes.
"wait, really?" his bright eyes somehow light up even more at your words as he sits up, turning to look at you from where you lay on the end of his bed.
"i mean, we can try it. n-not if it hurts too much."
"oh my gosh, i can't believe it. c'mon, roll over." his hands reach over to your hips, flipping you onto your belly whilst simultaneously pulling down your pants and underwear. he wastes no time, using his fingers to prod at your hole.
"fuck, baby. you don't know how long i've been waiting to do this."
he stands for a moment, grabbing a bottle of lube from his bedside drawer, before leaning over you again, he pours some onto his fingers before gently working one into you. you whine, clenching softly.
"nuh uh, none of that. that's only gonna make it hurt more, 'kay?"
you nod, trying to adjust to the weird feeling of his fingers inside you in a way they've never been before.
"words, baby, use 'em."
"o-okay."
"good girl."
he works one long finger inside you before slowly pushing another in, his eyes on your face, watching to make sure he's not pushing you too far too quickly. you whine softly and buck your hips a little, wanting for more, yet still a little fearful of what's to come.
after inserting and getting you used to three fingers, gojo finally reaches for his belt. he gives his cock a few tugs as he straddles you.
"we're gonna go nice and slow, alright? if it hurts too much, you tell me."
"uh huh."
he takes a deep breath in synchronisation with you as he positions himself, before finally pushing in. he stops at the tip, cursing softly at the tightness of your ass.
"fuck. you okay sweetheart?"
"yeah."
"okay, a little more."
he continues to push in slowly until almost half his cock is in. suddenly, the stretch becomes too painful, and your hands shoot out to push at his hips.
"woah woah, it's okay." he pulls back until you relax again, his voice soft as he shushes you. "you have to trust me, okay?"
he says this as his hands gently grab your wrists, pinning them to your back. you cry out a small protest, but he shushes you again.
"shhh, come on baby. you have to trust me. can you do that?"
"b-but, it hurts-"
"i promise i won't hurt you again. i promise, okay?"
"i-i, okay."
he holds you hands firm to your back as he works the tip of his thick, veiny cock in and out of you slowly. he holds back his desperate need to ravage you, instead savoring how tightly you clench onto him, and how much faith you have in him. part of him wants to be mean and fuck you until you cry, but he knows that now is not the time.
"you feel good down there?"
"y-yes, ahh, yes."
"yes what, babygirl, don't be lazy."
"yes daddy."
"good girl, such a good girl. you're being so brave, you know that? letting me do this with you. i'm so proud." he chuckles as he feels you tighten around him. he reaches a hand down to your pussy and begins to rub circles on your clit. his action makes you cry out, your back arching into his touch.
"mmh, you like that, huh? you like daddy's cock in your ass? where it doesn't belong?"
"y-yess, ngh, yes i do, ahhh-"
"fuck. you're such a dirty little girl, aren't you? you'd do whatever i say."
"yes, yes i will."
"you will? alright then sweetheart, cum, cum with my cock in your tight fucking ass."
you let out a string of moans and whimpers as he continues to rub harsh, firm circles against you whilst his cock continues to fill you. your eyes roll back in pleasure, unable to contain yourself as your orgasm approaches. as you get closer, gojo pushes in slightly more, forcing you to take as much of him as you can until finally, you crash, cumming hard and squirming and clamping onto his cock.
"f-fuck, baby-" he cums as well, not bothering to pull out as his warm cum fills you up. he collapses on top of you, laying there until you both come down.
"damn, you're tight as hell down there."
"t-that, that didn't hurt as much as i thought it would." you say in a dazed state, which makes gojo chuckle.
at first, you thought he was just being mean, hogging the highest-tech thing you’d ever seen all to himself. then, once you got old enough, you wondered if all the secrecy was for…nefarious reasons. but every time he smiled and ruffled your hair, you just couldn’t bring yourself to think he’d ever watch that kind of stuff.
plus, the thought made your stomach hurt.
eventually, you grew old enough to value your privacy just as much. gone were the days of you sneaking glances over his shoulder and trying to guess his password while he wasn’t looking.
*his password wasn’t your birthday. why wasn’t it your birthday? was it someone else’s birthday?
**it always was your birthday. just typed backwards.
in all that time, you never would’ve guessed the thing he’d tried so hard to keep from you was his own sims fantasy land.
he’d spent hours designing both of your appearances and outfits, chasing accuracy down to the pixel. once he was satisfied, he moved your household into an empty world, so that you were free to live as you were instead of who you should’ve been.
he’s an astronaut, you’re a secret agent. you have a garden, but he always hires someone to tend to it so the plants don't command too much of your attention. his cooking skills are maxed out, as is your relationship level. and there’s a shiny silver band around your left ring finger.
you have a mansion with a motherlode of things to entertain you: hot tub, cupcake machine, karaoke station, rocket ship. and rest assured, there’s a trusty cowplant in the back to deal with anyone who disrupts your peace. over the years, it has lured and devoured multiple incarnations of a certain black-haired, green-eyed, sweet-toothed genius who you could never seem to stop gushing over.
and when the grey hairs come in for both of you, and your time starts winding down…well. he already has twin burial plots mapped out in the backyard, right in the middle of the apple orchard.
not that he’s dreamed about a life with you, or anything.
geto is a stickler about his sleep. in other words: he likes you, but he doesn't play.
once he hit thirty almost 20 years ago, it's like an invisible clock in his soul started counting down. he took his time re-learning his habits, figuring out what routines work best for his longevity. it's something he chipped at tirelessly until it was perfect.
and now, there's you. young, vibrant, half his age, but in a way that doesn't make him think twice. you came and threw the prettiest wrench in his midlife crisis plans, and now he's in far too deep.
geto's always slept with something over his eyes — his arm, a pillow, or you, it's like he can't face the room comfortably. tonight is no different, but tonight he's tucked in bed before the sun has even set in the sky. the curtains are open, spilling light over his stagnant body, but he doesn't notice with his arm slung lazily over his eyes.
you tiptoe into the room like you're afraid of disturbing the beast, knowing that, since he was radio silent, he was nowhere but in bed. you assumed he must've had a day, but that didn't stop you from swinging by before your evening plans... just to see if he was okay.
your idea of checking up on him is gentle at first — just you crawling over the mattress, tossing a leg over his body so you could straddle him back to his senses. he's… “asleep” on his back, full lips parted as he takes deep, even breaths. you smile down at him, reaching down to caress his grey-stubbled chin.
"there's no way you're sleeping so early." there's a laugh hidden behind your tone, and a smile that lingers when you see his lips pull up at the sound of your voice. "old man,"
"it's friday. you know i sleep on fridays."
"then how can you possibly have a life? It's sunny out." you whine, shifting your hips over his strong hips and grabbing at his arm to pull it from his face. "i'm going to dinner with a friend, so don't worry about it. i just wanted to see you first."
finally, geto pulls his face free, eyes squinted as he adjusts to the room's light and the glow of your smile aimed right down at him. "and now that you woke me, i won't be able to go back to sleep. might as well brew a coffee and stay awake all night."
"don't be dramatic," you whisper, tone dipping to that valley that only he has the pleasure of hearing. his once authoritative tone cracks and greys around the edges as you scoot down his body, lowering face-to-face so you can kiss that sleepy smirk right off his face. "give me five minutes. i can have you sleeping like a baby."
"then, shall i set a timer?"
your idea of a lullaby is your heated, stifled moans as you dip your head, overcome with the feeling of him buried so deep that you can feel it in your tummy.
the moment is as intimate as they come — his hands on your bare hips, your dress bunched around your waist and panties soiled and simply pushed to the side. geto's face is flush down to the collarbones, shirtless chest rising and falling rapidly as he does his best to keep his composure and not tap out too soon.
you're right... he's toast. your warm, trembling cunt feels like home — clamping down on him every time he pushes his hips just a bit deeper. the warmth reminds him of being safe on his mother's bosom, though he'd never admit it.
the way you're whispering lulls him into an almost dream-like state of being, making his eyes flutter shut as he tilts his head to the side. "that's it, good boy," you whisper, running two open palms over his chest, pulling him back down.
"i-if you squ—eeze like that... mmgh..." he mumbles, fingers creating fists in the skin of your hips. he wants to just hold you there and fuck you, but doesn't have the energy. all this tension makes him feel like a taut rubber band, ready to snap with just one whisper from your lips.
"like this?" you gasp, lifting your hips just a bit, then clenching down on his thick cock like you want him out. under you, geto swallows down a deep groan, eyes squeezed shut as he tosses his head to the other side. he's holding his breath, afraid that if he lets go, he'll succumb to your ways, cum, and fall right back to sleep like you promised.
"or, like this?" you bite down on your bottom lip, smirking down at him as you raise your hips all the way, then drop back down with a sharp inhale.
"yes! oh, yes..." he moans, showing his teeth as his knees shiver, balls tightening under you as he almost... just, almost cums on the spot. "fuck— don't do that."
so, you do... just that.
it takes less than five minutes — you're counting each thrust in your head, blinking over at the clock at his bedside so you don't miss your plans. sure, you're focusd on getting off, but you're even more focused on getting him where he wants to be.
for a man that does so much for you, you feel pretty damn accomplished to say you made him cum, then turn over and knock right back out like nothing happened.
only, this time he's not worried about the sun. he turns to his side, pushing all the blankets from his overheated skin, and snores himself right back to sleep like nothing happened.
safe to say, geto slept like a baby after you left.
mean possessive bf!nanami hates your new neighbor!
"and then he asked what you do for work," you chirped, sliding a plate of a surely delicious dinner in front of him as that tiny little sundress of yours swayed around your soft thighs.
another night, nanami would've thanked you, told you how great it smelled and how pretty you looked all dolled up for him.
but after a particularly grueling day of monotonous meetings and miserable assholes at work, the last thing he wanted to hear about was how sweet the guy next door was. listening to you ramble about how he was strong enough to carry your groceries all the way up the stairs of your apartment building and how he apparently was a fucking firefighter working the night shift.
why the fuck couldn't he be an accountant? or like, an electrician?
"he asked about me?" nanami muttered, not bothering to pick up his fork as he clenched his jaw, hazel eyes honing in on the way you paused across the table from him, your glossy lips pushing together in a pout.
"i mean, i told him i had a boyfriend, so, yeah?" you tilted your head, not getting it.
"he thinks he can have you," nanami astutely assessed, and you laughed, like you didn't think he was serious. "did he say what time his shift starts?"
"not until nine," you started to say, but your voice broke when he pushed his chair back, mouth parting as you stuttered, "w-what are you-"
he supposed he'd just have to make sure the whole building knew who you belonged to.
carefully sliding all the plates over before bending you over the edge of the kitchen table, ignoring your pretty little gasp as he flipped your dress up to discover you weren't wearing any panties underneath it.
blood burning beneath his skin, veins on fire as he delivered a firm spank against your slick folds, clicking his tongue with disapproval as he sighed, "naughty girl."
were you trying to get a reaction out of him? rile him up until he snapped and ruined you right next to his dinner?
"k-ken-" you whined, wiggling your hips back to beg for more. "i didn't-"
"it's okay, honey," he hummed, shoving two thick digits inside your dripping cunt. "let him hear you moan."
"but the food-"
"i'd rather eat you."
and nanami never shared.
a/n: trying to clear out my drafts today <3 fingers crossed i can get faking it update wrapped up and out tonight too :3 div is by @/tsumiinum
bully!gojo who really is such an asshole just to make sure you rely on him
like that one time he logged into your school account and deleted all the homework you did, forcing you to beg him to send you everything the night before it was due.
or when he drained your engine oil so you had to rely on him to pick you up and drive you to school everyday for a month or so. he still appreciates the sleepy look on your face when he opens the passenger door for you, and how you’d smile every time you saw the coffee he bought you.
there was also the day he released a mouse into your room when your parents were away for the weekend. of course, you called him right away to come get rid of it. he got to stay a few extra hours because of that.
but his most perverted, sick action was the time he snuck aphrodisiacs into your drink at lunch, forcing you to come to him on the verge of tears, your pussy so wet for ‘no reason’. he got to help you out, holding your body to his as he slammed his cock into you in the janitors closet, making sure his little girl gets the help she needs.
to summarise, both your biggest problem-maker and savior is gojo.
i seriously yearn for a more active life than i do now. everything feels so… blah. i guess it’s as active as it could be since i’m still looking for work and i’ve been out of skewl and i have had some blocks on my phd path. but damn i am so bored i can feel myself losing more braincells. i need shit to do. i need more side quests or something but i live in a small ass town in the deep south. The boredom is torture
yandere suguru x fem!reader - in which you declare your own punishment after defying him.
Warnings - cult leader!geto, controlling behavior, anal as punishment, oral (f. receiving) & geto's oral fixation makes an appearance yet again, noncon, captivity, forced relationships, nonsorcerer reader, inappropriate use of shikigami
Geto Suguru possessed a smattering amount of principles, ideals, and traditions.
Each and every part of himself was just as multi-faceted, multi-dimensional, and multitudinous as any other sentient being roaming this godforsaken planet. Though the majority of these sentient beings were mere pests, bringing more harm to the environment whereas he wished to bring some semblance of healing to how backwards everything in his life felt.
He constructed his portraiture, paying extra attention to each and every brush stroke and speckle of color as he presented himself before any of his unsuspecting clients with nasty curses latching onto their life-force, draining them for all of their worth until they were all but dead.
Somewhere down the line, he came to a realization that should have come to him sooner, but he may have narrowed his vision a bit, given how wrapped up he’d gotten in a grand plan even he doubted would be completely foolproof.
Not everything had to be so… cumbersome.
Upon this realization dawning upon him, he took great comfort in his-- maybe not so new, but definitely not as extravagant-- approach to absolutely ruining you, his favorite little doll.
Simplicity was the new sophistication.
Maybe his perception of simplicity was a little skewed, but still effective enough measures to ensure you didn’t do anything as lack-witted as leaving him ever fucking again.
Of course in the past and even in these moments, he had explicitly averred you were more to him than an object, and he’d never explicitly call you a ‘monkey’ to your face either, unsolicited or otherwise, that you were his favorite little thing in the world and he adored every ounce of you, but his actions often negated every single one of those sweet nothings. You could be foolish in some ways, but you absolutely weren’t when it came to falling for anything that poured out of his mouth, each word carried by that silver-tongue of his.
The tentacles of his octopus shikigami held you by your ankles, acting as a spreader bar and keeping you wide open and ready for him. Like his precious shikigami gave you up as an offering, and you were certainly a sight to behold. Your pussy was flushed and already soaked in spite of the humiliation already evident on your features. The slick pooled onto the sheets just beneath you, and his violet irises twinkled in dark amusement. You attempted to thrash against the secure grip, but there was little payoff.
“I haven’t even begun, sweetheart,” he crooned, grinning wickedly as your thighs twitch on cue again. Like your body already knew who it belonged to, if only you understood that too. “Just look at you. I won’t have to do much to get you ready for my cock, won’t I?”
The little whish of a defeated sigh escaped your lips… and Geto pouted at your display, oh how pathetic. He could almost feel a bit wounded on your behalf.
Chilly and bony fingers splayed across your thigh as he cooed at you once again.
“You poor thing,” he tutted, and your ridiculous pair of doe eyes widen, foolishly praying for forgiveness. “If only you had behaved.”
Whatever sympathy he possessed for you was short-lived, completely revoked the moment his lips closed over your clit without further preamble. Oh how he loathed to keep you waiting longer than you had to, or maybe he didn’t. His hands rested against either of your thighs, still trembling beneath his fingertips. He almost wished you could at least entangle your fingers into his hair-- something he only allowed you to do-- but right now, bad girls didn’t get such privileges. Any power you had in this was null, and he wanted you to sit back and observe as he chipped more of your dignity away, piece by piece. His lips suctioned your clit again with acute precision, and he smiled into the sensitive flesh of your pussy, feeling your body arch toward him. Of course your body knew who owned it, knew what he could do to it, knew what made your body sing like a chorus.
Then came the passionate swipe of his wicked tongue between your pussy folds.
And out came more of your little whimpers from the waves of pleasure with each swipe of his tongue that followed the first. He focused the dexterous muscle on every little area that he knew would have you crying for him again just like that, just the way he always liked, all the while you were already trying to rock your hips into his mouth rather than attempt to slink away from him. Not that you could, not with that octopus shikigami doing such a good job keeping you pliant for him.
“I love you,” he started after another little suckle of your hole. The pattern followed after each of his declarations: “I cherish you. I provide for you. I give you everything you could possibly ever desire. And yet you would still rather leave me?!”
Another broken moan escaped your lips. He tutted at you again.
“Speak to me, sweetheart. What am I doing wrong?” he went on, eyes locking onto yours, expectant of a real answer. You parted your mouth to speak, but as you did, Geto’s tongue still flicked against the little bundle of nerves and whatever you wanted to say was cut off with a little cry.
“What else do I need to do to keep you?” Geto wondered out loud, pressing a kiss to your right thigh.
“I’m…” you started, eyes wobbling as tears began to well the moment your orgasm came over you and you were interrupted yet again in a cry coming to a crescendo. “s-sorry, Sugu…!”
Geto frowned, pressing a sloppy kiss to your still twitching, overly drenched pussy, going silent for moments too long.
“I’m not sure I completely believe you, my dear.”
Deciding you had enough humiliation (but still far from finished with any of this), at the snap of his fingers the octopus shikigami vanished and left you trembling on the mattress, in a complete mess of yourself. Relief washed over your features but that relief did not last long as Geto tented his body over yours, resting his forehead against yours while locking eyes with you once again.
They went darker. Almost sinister.
Your heart almost stopped.
“I-I…” you began before chewing on your bottom lip, mulling over what to say, what would please him? “Suguru…”
“I’ll forgive you regardless,” he interrupted, and suddenly those darkened eyes went softer, full of love, if only you could actually believe he did love you. “I don’t think I can find it in me to be cruel to you, even if you don’t deserve such kindness.”
Uncertain, frail little hands reached out to cup Geto’s face, your thumbs brushing along his soft, tanned skin, eyes still wet from tears because you likely feared the worst. Geto might even allow that little bit of uncertainty in you to slip away, gone with the wind, as you drew your lips to his and accidentally bumped your cute nose against his before your lips finally met making him bite back a dark laugh. Your kiss was nothing but an attempt to appease him, not something you truly wanted to do no matter how well you tried to sell that you did want him just as much. Because he knew how much you loathed the salty tang of your own intimates rushed along your tongue and the stiffness in your body reaffirmed that for him.
But he would let you believe what you wanted simply because… he was a simple man, a man in love with a thing as beautiful as you happened to be never mind the fact you couldn’t help what you were, someone with no cursed energy or the ability to use jujutsu, and he wanted you to initiate something, for once. What started as a shy little peck from you soon morphed into a firmer, needier kiss, and your trembling hands entangled themselves into his rich, silky smooth raven locks while his tongue invaded your mouth once granted an open opportunity.
Geto may not have been the kind of man to swallow his pride, get down on his knees and beg for anything in his life like he lived in those stupid romcoms the twins liked to watch, some of them even Satoru enjoyed completely unironically. But in these moments, he did wish you would consider his feelings, at least humor the idea of loving him back just as fiercely.
But that was where his revolutionized foundation came into play.
There were so many simpler ways to get his point across.
Now beneath him that uncertainty in you began to ease into something a little more familiar, something akin to surrender. Geto kept licking into your mouth, twirling his tongue around yours, humming low and making your lips vibrate from the sound. He growled when you tried to pull away, chasing after your lips and catching them in another fervent kiss until he left yours nearly bruised with blue and purple.
Fuck, if only you would indulge him-- to just say you loved him, say you revered him like the rest of his subjects did. Then everything else didn’t matter. You didn’t need anything else, except for him.
“Sugu,” you murmured into his lips, “‘M sor…”
“…You’re not, and I’ve already forgiven you, so you don’t have to apologize,” he interrupted you again, “Don’t say something to me if you don’t mean it.”
Your now bruised lower lip quivered, eyes casting downward, your fingernails still absently scraping along his scalp more as a self-soothing act than to please him.
“But you aren’t going to…?” you bit down on your lip, and Geto wanted nothing more than to smack that habit out of you and bite those plump lips of yours himself once again.
“…Going to what?” Ah, he was never good at acting none the wiser. And perhaps you caught that, but it didn’t matter. He wanted to watch this play out exactly as he hoped it would.
“You know…” you glanced away, and even in the tone of your voice he could understand that it took everything in you to force this sudden act of humility. It was completely against your natural instinct to fight back, to advocate for yourself. What a rewarding shift. “Discipline me or something.”
For a moment, the warmth pooled back into his eyes-- he didn’t think you would be so open to such a thing, even when he insisted that this was all water under the bridge. But that meant that perhaps he trained you better than he thought, and some things stuck. You knew if he let you off easy now that any future punishment would be far more callous than anything he decided in this setting. You knew there would always be a lesser of two evils.
And you knew you weren’t that stupid.
“Why? Do you think you deserve to be punished, sweetheart?”
Your mouth parted to speak, before clamping shut, and then opening back up again, and clamping shut again. Your forehead creased as you frowned, pondering over your options. You knew, above all, that any punishment you selected would be far better than anything he decided.
He let you believe you had any real say but he still won.
“Yes,” you declared in a wobbly voice, clearly fearful, as you rightfully ought to be but he hated that there was that little twinge of guilt already beginning to tower over his own feelings of rage and fear over losing you. “I wronged you, I t-tried to escape and then lied about being sorry for it, and that means you should punish me.”
Geto hummed, finger tracing your cheek. “And what, pray tell, would you consider an appropriate punishment for committing such a misdeed?”
“I…”
He watched you as you swallowed hard. What you were about to suggest must be taking everything in you.
Excellent.
“Fuck my ass,” you suggested.
Despite himself, he laughed, but there was a part of him absolutely rejoicing in this. “Do you really think that would be enough?”
“Raw.”
That had him frozen in place. In spite of the joy swelling all throughout his body, he didn’t want to truly harm you. No. Train you, yes. Discipline you, yes.
But never harm you.
But maybe this would have to be what it took for you to get it.
“You’ll get hurt,” he cautioned.
The fear in your eyes were evident, and all the conflicting emotions overwhelmed him, the guilt compounded with the joy of this actually working. Especially since he hadn’t even gone that far with you before yet. It was only recently that he had the honors of stealing your virginity, and now he wanted you to take the other virginity and in the most vile way.
“Isn’t that what you want?” you retorted, the strength in your voice and your resolve waning. “Isn’t that the point?”
Suguru found he couldn’t argue with that logic.
Pressing a kiss to the bridge of your nose, he whispered into your skin. “Very well. That’s what you want, and that’s what we’ll do. But you’ll be prepping yourself for this. I’ll tell you what to do and you’ll listen to my every command. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Suguru,” you mumbled, “I understand.”
Indeed, there was sophistication in simplicity. Everything else was just… additional, or theatrical, for the novelty of it, than anything else. In the end, all Suguru cared about was effectiveness, and he found a way.
