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Snail ⋮ 25 yrs old ⋮ she/her ⋮ ao3
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Series Updates:
Replica -> Echo
Hell Fic -> The Pet
Receptive Vessel -> Remains
Welcome to the valley -> Meet the town
Parasite (ao3 link) -> Symbiosis
"Don't dwell on the past when you have the present."
Just going to put these two together! The goal is to lock myself down in a little writing hole and update all my series before my Mexico trip in a little over a week. If that doesn't happen, then for sure sometime after July 4th, as I won't have internet while I'm over there. 😭
Little snippet for you all! Very short and sweet, but it still deserves warnings.
Warnings: cruelty, threesome, anal, blood mention, yandere, and Suguru being mean to people who aren't you.
I really think yan! Suguru only fucks your puss puss vs everyone else he could be with. Something about the need to get you knocked up, and nobody else having the chance. Deeply concerning as always when it comes to Suguru anywayyyysss
Still on my Sex and the City journey (season 3 babyyyyy) and MANNNN does it have me thinking that SatoSugu (mostly Satoru) would absolutely love this show.
Now, I can imagine that Suguru indulges from time to time, mostly on exhausted nights when he has an arm draped around your waist, face buried in a pillow that he brought out to the couch for a little late-night snooze. Tucked right beside you, occasionally rubs his calloused fingers up and down your side, swiping beneath your shirt to brush the roughened tips along your ribs while he dozes after a long day. He swears he isn't paying attention, but somehow understands the plot completely. You can never decide if it's just easy to guess or if he's simply that good of a listener.
Every now and then, you can catch him from time to time humming in amusement when a character makes an especially questionable decision, or when a situation reminds him of your own relationship and everything it took to get here.
Satoru, maybe unfortunately, is fully invested.
He likes drama. He creates drama. Not with your relationship, of course, but he certainly enjoys talking smack about everyone else's. He's a brat like that.
You'll typically find your snow-white-haired boyfriend tucked on your other side, lanky legs stretched across the plush ottoman, and his head resting against your shoulder. Sometimes he'll get clingy and try to steal you away from Suguru, but he knows better on longer nights (most of the time).
Every episode that centers around dating older men, threesomes, or some other disaster waiting to happen earns immediate commentary.
"Aren't you glad you settled down with us and not some weirdo?"
You don't have the heart to tell him that he's arguably the weirdest person you've met.
Most of his comments revolve around relationships, like how Carrie really shouldn't go back to Mr. Big or how the guy Miranda was seeing should just man up and let her pay for the suit.
"Oh, here we go again, there he is."
"Who?"
"The villain."
"Satoru, Mr. Big is not the villain."
"He's a villain. I'd never treat you like that"
He'll spend the next ten minutes picking apart every decision the man makes, occasionally dragging Suguru, who's half asleep, into the conversation.
Sometimes Satoru gets sweet, too. A playful grin tugging at his lips as he steals another kiss whenever a scene gets too boring for his liking. Leaving behind nothing but a faint trace of cherry-flavored gloss from his own.
"At least we aren't like that."
Sure, the three of you have your issues from time to time, but he does have a point. One you can't help but indulge with another kiss pressed to his lips.
"Satoru, you can be like that sometimes."
An overdramatic scoff leaves him.
"No, I can't."
"You absolutely can."
"If I ever acted like that, Suguru would kill me."
To which Suguru simply lets out a low hum that borders on a purr, nuzzling further into your side as if to say yes, I would.
Occasionally Suguru will lift his head to laugh at a comment or finally pay attention, sleep hanging around his narrowed eyes as he leans up, dark silky hair pooling over his shoulders. He'll press a kiss or two to your lips before settling back down, one hand finding yours beneath the blankets without looking.
Eventually, though, the responsible one has to emerge.
Usually sometime around three in the morning.
You'll wake up to Suguru gently gathering the both of you from your spots on the couch, Satoru grumbling the entire time about how he wasn't sleeping and was definitely still watching. Suguru turns off the television, ignores the complaints, and herds the two of you back to bed where the cycle inevitably starts all over again the next night.
Another episode. Small arguments with fictional characters. And yet another late-night binge.
Your smaus are so stinkin silly while being in character I love it so much
AHHH, I'm so glad! 😭 My biggest fear with these is accidentally writing someone out of character. (Cass imo is the hardest, but I also love writing her so much, Clark is surprisingly hard too)
I've been working on two at the moment, an angsty one (ghosting them) and a much sillier, oddly wholesome one based on a "what would you do if I lost my memory?"
I'm really happy you like them, anon! 🩷 They're pretty fun to make!
Just going to put these two together! The goal is to lock myself down in a little writing hole and update all my series before my Mexico trip in a little over a week. If that doesn't happen, then for sure sometime after July 4th, as I won't have internet while I'm over there. 😭
I came across an article - though I didn't read it, oops - about a woman who awoke from a three-year coma to discover she had "lived" a seven-year life during her sleep. This little blurb was inspired by that... Hope you like it!
Yan! SatoSugu x Reader wc: 1.2k
Warnings: Yandere, fem! reader, suguru may be cheating on his arranged wife with you, captivity, imprisonment (dog crate), unhealthy relationship, petplay-ish, drugging, references to suicidal thoughts, dub-con/non-con, oral (f! receiving), mdni.
On a particular dreary night, rain pattered against the basement window, streaks of water and filtered moonlight your only companions as you rested inside your dingy dog crate. As your eyes grew heavy, a faint high-pitched beeping sound drifted through the darkness. Love bites bloomed across your skin, still tender and throbbing, the marks making themselves known beneath the absence of a nightgown. Above you, the distant rhythm of footsteps echoed through the kitchen.
Satoru, perhaps.
He could never rest until he was certain the melatonin hidden amongst your more human kibble had taken its toll. Only then did he allow himself peace, content in the knowledge that his precious little bird wouldn't try to fly away before dawn.
Suguru was supposed to stop by tonight. However, he had to take care of his "nuisance," as he called his wife. A rather bitter claim, considering the way he'd held you against his chest earlier, his arms wound around you, gentle yet trapping all the same. Keeping you there as Satoru sat beneath your exposed slit. Panties had become a clothing option removed around year three or four, and he tentatively lapped at your juices while Suguru's fingers brushed through your hair. You could still hear his voice, soft and warm despite the cruelty hidden beneath. A thick finger had tilted your chin upward until your weary, blissed-out gaze met his half-lidded violet one.
"If I could stay here with you all day, I would, but duty calls, my dove."
You only wished you were the bird he claimed you to be. At least then you would have wings. The horizon would belong to you instead of them. A treat to imagine sometimes, usually on nights when sleep refused to come despite the drugs in your system fighting for your body to rest. Endless skies painted in baby blues and golden rays. Freedom so vast it hollowed your chest with longing. Anything would be better than a cage, even an endless sleep.
You supposed it was a mercy that Suguru wasn't here tonight. No risk of being dragged from your crate and into their bed in the dead hours of the morning. No Satoru burying his face against your throat, his voice dissolving into desperate little whimpers as he begged you not to leave him with his cock nestled deep inside you. Sometimes you wondered if he was searching for the woman he had once loved. Not you. Not the person you'd become after your wedding night, after discovering what kind of monster you had married.
You should have run. Should have thrown yourself from the hotel balcony and trusted the pavement more than the man waiting at the end of the aisle. Instead, you stayed. Or perhaps you were simply too pathetic to leap.
The beeping continued as your thoughts drifted through a haze of exhaustion. When you stirred again, your mouth felt stuffed with cotton. Satoru must have put too much in your kibble last night. Yet something felt off. After seven years of hell, one learned to recognize the smallest inconsistencies. You couldn't taste the lingering graininess. Nor the taste of the chalky bitterness of crushed multivitamins. All you could hear was that soft, rhythmic beep from a machine nearby.
For a moment, you wondered if you'd finally gone mad. Perhaps this was what happened when a bird spent too long in a cage.
Then other sounds emerged from the fog.
Voices. Footsteps. The distant murmur of nurses drifting through a hallway.
Your eyes fluttered open.
Fluorescent lights glared overhead, nothing like the perpetual twilight of the basement you'd come to know so intimately. Beneath you was not the cold metal flooring of the crate but the soft embrace of a mattress, swallowing you in warmth, like Suguru's waiting arms. The air smelled sterile and clean, yet beneath the antiseptic lingered the overwhelming fragrance of flowers. Bouquets crowded every available surface, vibrant bursts of life pressed into a room that felt strangely unreal.
A hospital.
Before you could fully process the realization, another sound reached you. Familiar footsteps.
"Visiting hours are over, Satoru!" a nurse called after him, irritation dripping off the tongue. You wished you could tell her not to waste the effort.
You could practically picture the careless shrug he'd offer in response. The charming smile. The complete disregard for rules that were never meant for men like him. Because knowing Satoru, he probably brushed right past her without a second glance. And knowing Satoru, he probably believed he owned the place.
Perhaps he did.
The Gojo family owned enough of the city to make the distinction meaningless. And Satoru Gojo sat comfortably at the center of it all.
You squeezed your eyes shut, counting sheep in an attempt to calm your racing heart. One. Two. Three. Anything to avoid confronting whatever strange dream this was. A hospital? Had you done something in your sleep?
The click of the door interrupted your counting. You stumbled somewhere between sheep twenty-three and twenty-seven. You'd have to start over. Ever the nuisance, Satoru somehow managed to invade even your sheep counting.
"Hey, baby."
Your ears perked at the softness in his voice. You'd grown so accustomed to his exaggerated baby-talk over the years that normal speech sounded almost foreign coming from him.
"I brought you more flowers. I don't want you to miss a year of us together. Happy year three."
You heard the quiet clack of a vase settling onto what little space remained. A moment later, the mattress dipped beside you. A careful gesture, as if the bed might break from his presence. Or you might too. An arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, mindful of IV lines and wires. You felt him shake. Once. Twice. Almost in time with your counting of sheep. Maybe he knew you were awake. Maybe he thought enough comfort might coax you back to him. A moment later, something warm dampened your hairline.
Tears.
You refused to process them. Satoru had cried before. Thrown tantrums. Pouted. Begged. Sulked when you forced yourself behind the couch, and he could no longer reach you, forcing him to call for Suguru to deal a punishment. This type of tear was different, far more raw than the version you've seen. As if you'd taken a beak to his ribs and pecked straight through his heart, splitting it open just for you.
"Suguru says it's time to move on. Says you and I were only arranged, that I shouldn't have gotten so attached."
Silence settled between you, and despite everything, your chest loosened.
You hated that it did.
Hated that hearing his voice still felt like coming home. How your body relaxed into him. As if some part of you recognized him as safety.
When he was the reason you needed saving.
You tried to remember the bites, the bruises, the cage, the crate, the years. You tried to remember every violation against your human rights disguised as affection, everything that should have filled you with disgust. Yet all you could feel was the way he clung to you now. Broken. Loving.
His face nuzzled against your temple. Wet kisses pressed against your skin, not heated and open-mouthed like usual, but damp from the tears spilling freely down his cheeks. You could almost picture those impossibly blue eyes glistening.
Maybe it had all been a nightmare.
A horrible, twisted nightmare.
"Suguru says we'll get rid of the crate," he whispered, his voice cracking as his lanky body trembled beside you. "If you come home with us."
The words shattered the fragile hope forming inside your chest.
If it had all been a nightmare, then why did he know about the crate?
miss you and your writing!! hope you're having a chill hiatus/break :3 ALSO did stsg get married in tomadachi life yet? 🤨🤨🤨
Miss you guys 😭 Sorry I've been inactive lately! Something sudden and tragic happened in my personal life, and it's made me not want to read / write dark content, or even fluff, at the moment. I apologize for disappearing and hope to be in a better mindset soon 🩷
I've also been busy wedding planning! While my husband and I had a courthouse wedding a while back, we're finally having our ceremony and reception! (I've been daydreaming about a DC wedding planning SMAU. How I wish I were as good with spreadsheets as Tim Drake. Thankfully, YouTube has been incredibly helpful!)
In other news, SatoSugu are now sweethearts in Tomodachi Life! They had a wonderful wedding and are getting along well. 😀 I'm happy for them. It was a beautiful wedding, and I hope they have children!
I LOVE YOU AND THE SMAU SO MUCH I HOPE U LIVE THE BEST LIFE EVER IM GIVING U THE BEST VIRTUAL FOREHEAD KISS
AHHHH THANK YOUUUUU ACCEPT A GIGANTIC FOREHEAD KISS FOR THIS
Happy you enjoyed the smau 🩷 it was going to be soft and fluffy! But then I got to yapping with a cashier at the grocery store who didn't believe in WWII... and I straight up had to look around to see if it was a prank or something until he started getting on about flat earth and there being a giant lamp as the sun. Y'all, it was wild 😭
Sum: Sometimes you start to spiral, might as well put it on your significant other, who is definitely not a superhero!
Warnings: CRACK, conspiracy theories, Adrian is a little crazy, suggestive, reader is definitely on the more silly side (and honestly a little dumb), mdni
Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Adrian Chase, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Koriand'r (Starfire)
who better to possess protect you than your devoted knight?
synopsis: you've spent most of your life sheltered and spoiled as the youngest member of the royal family. a pretty princess protected by the palace's highly-trained knights. including a certain dark-haired one who appears to have taken his duties a little too seriously. when suguru geto steals you away from your home and sticks you in a replica of your room at the top of a tower with no one but your captor for company, you soon realized that no one is coming to find you. will you try to escape? return to the world he swears is out to get you? or perhaps chose the man who put you here in the first place?
pairing: yandere!geto x rapunzel!reader
content: mdni. angst. smut. porn with plot. dubcon. HEAVY YANDERE ELEMENTS, kidnapping, imprisonment, heavy petting, no physical descriptions except reader has long hair, reader is a bit oblivious and spoiled, getting a really fucked up version of the princess treatment, geto is a gaslighting girlboss, prolonged captivity, stockholm syndrome, falling in love, geto is devoted and delusional, unprotected piv sex, breeding kink, discussions of baby trapping, degradation, pet names (princess, angel), mating press, creampie, bad ending
a/n: part of this event by @jazzthatonewriterchick !! art is by @/xxgojoxx on x btw :3
The sad thing was you didn't even realize you weren't home the first time you woke up.
He'd gotten almost every detail right. Down to the little scuffs in the floor and the jewelry scattered across your nightstand.
The dimensions were wrong though.
A subtle feeling of something being off when you yawned and stood up, squinting around at your stuff until you realized that somehow your room had shrunk in your sleep.
The last thing you remembered was stumbling back to your bedroom, drunk on the wine your family had served at dinner, celebrating your betrothment to a prince from a neighboring kingdom. Clumsily kicking off your heels and nearly falling over, your knight sweeping you off your feet and carrying you back to your bed, tucking you in and softly scolding you when you asked for a goodnight kiss.
Geto had whispered that you were supposed to save those for your soon-to-be husband.
You told him that you didn’t want him.
How could you when your heart was promised to the man who’d sworn to save you from anything?
Your head was throbbing.
Aching as you rubbed your temples and tried to sort out why you felt so strange.
It was only really when you glanced to the side and found only a small curved window where your balcony should be, that it struck you that you weren't just suffering from a hangover.
Your legs felt like jelly, wobbling underneath you as you struggled with each step between you and the door. Leaning against the wall as your fingers shakily wrapped around the knob.
You twisted.
But it didn't give.
"Hello?" You called out, your voice coming out surprisingly small. Not scared. Yet.
No, that didn't come until later.
After pacing the floor had led you back over to that strange window, and peering out of it revealed a stomach-churning drop far fucking higher than the normal view out of your second story bedroom.
You think you screamed.
Made some strangled sound, at least, tripping on your own feet and falling backwards, scraping your hands on a rough plank on the floor, a subtle sign of hasty construction, you were sure.
You didn't recognize any of the landscape around you. Had never seen the thick, tall trees that appeared to surround this...tower you were in. No sign of the salty ocean or sandy beaches you'd grown up beside.
"Princess," a warm voice spoke up behind you, familiar hands on your side hoisting you back up, dusting off your dress as your head whipped around.
Relief flooded you at the sight of your favorite knight's face. The soft crinkles by his pretty purple eyes, the tender upturn of the corner of his mouth as he looked down at you.
Suguru would know what was going on.
He'd never let anything bad happen to you.
If he was here, than surely, things couldn't be that bad.
"What's happening?" You huffed at him, attempting to reclaim a fraction of your dignity despite him seeing you in far worse states than this before. He'd held you when you were disheveled, thighs pinned to your chest as he prepared you for things you were supposed to do with your future husband one day. With sweat sticking to your forehead and your body shaking, face scrunched up with pure pleasure from his nimble fingers and tongues. He didn't even react at your obvious worry, watching you swallow hard as the panic still freely pounded in your chest, holding onto his strong forearm to steady yourself. "Where are we?"
He smiled at you, letting go of your side to caress your cheek, your heart stupidly fluttering at the gesture you both knew he shouldn't be doing. Not when he was meant to stand guard for you.
You were his duty. His life.
He was only ever supposed to be a supporting role in yours.
"Somewhere safe."
“Safe?” You echoed, blinking up at him without understanding.
“I brought your favorite books,” he murmured, softly stroking your hair as he looked down at you. “And more of those paints I got you last year for your birthday.”
“But why are we-”
“Your parents were about to sell you off to a brute,” he grimaced, even when he was speaking to you so tenderly. Dark eyes hardening as they narrowed just enough to let you know he was serious.
"He wasn't-" You started to protest, thinking back to the single time you'd actually seen him at a banquet a handful of months ago. Sure, you hadn't spoken directly to you, not when you were so closely supervised, but you watched him from across the room.
There were men far worse than that.
“He would have just used you for heirs while he slept with half his court,” he dismissively scoffed.
But, wasn’t that you were meant for?
A pretty tool to be purchased as a means for peace between kingdoms?
You always knew it would happen to you. The arranged marriage, having heirs, living in a foreign place with no friends.
All your manners classes, the rigid rules you'd spent your life learning, they were all leading up to this.
You were born to be a queen.
"I can't just run from my duty," you murmured, reaching back up to drag your thumb over his defined jaw, attempting to soften the blow of disappointment. He must've spent a long time preparing this place for you, ready to commit treason just to do what he thought was best.
Forever your knight, always thinking of you when you both knew that the feelings you harbored for each other would never amount to more than the handful of nights you'd stolen together.
"And you can't expect me not to do mine."
Your mouth hung open, not sure what to do with his defiance. Just staring at his unchanging expression, resolve etched into every strong line of his face while your hand fell from it.
“This is for your own good,” he promised, leaning close enough to press a chaste kiss to the top of your forehead. “You’ll see.”
You hadn't seen three months in.
He wouldn't let you leave.
Refused to budge even when you begged with your best set of puppy dog eyes as you asked about how your family was doing, if you'd been declared missing, what was happening back at home.
His jaw would always clench, dark eyes swirling as he cupped your face and told you that you worried too much.
Solemnly swore your parents weren't even looking for their missing princess.
No, apparently, they'd just sent someone who looked enough like you to not arouse suspicion to the prince you were meant to marry.
Suguru dried your tears with kisses, dragging his tongue over the damp spots they left, his honeyed voice reassuring you that no one could replace you to him.
An imposter was out there in your place, pretending to be you, and you were in a tower trying to find the positive in this...monotony.
It wasn't like it was so terrible being trapped here with him.
Homemade meals. No more awful meetings or balls you were forced to attend. Nights spent in the warmth of Suguru's body with no fear of getting caught and condemned for what your heart wanted.
The days drifted by lazily. Napping in your bed. Reading the books he brought you. Painting by the small window.
Pacing your floor when the minutes started to drag, counting how many steps it took to get from one side of the room to the other. You even started to teach yourself how to sew, although you had to practically plead with Suguru to bring you the supplies for them.
The tower itself was cramped. Your room led directly out to a spiraling staircase, with uneven stone steps and a nauseating drop down the middle. The steps widened as you went down, but you'd barely been able to bring yourself to make it further than Suguru's living space below yours.
It was bigger than yours, but more...quaint, you supposed?
Rickety wooden furniture. A thin blanket over his bed. A single table with two chairs for you to eat with him.
He knew you hated heights.
So Suguru usually ended up coming to you instead.
A picnic blanket spread on your floor. Flowers freshly plucked from the forest below. A candle lit like it made this romantic.
And despite your determination to convince him that you could both still return to the palace, or even start a new life in a quiet port town somewhere, you were the one starting to crumble under his coaxing.
What was so great about your old life anyway?
No one could make you do anything up here. For the first time, your life was now yours.
It took you another year to realize your life was actually his.
Well, considering you lost track of time, you could only guess it had been a year. Watching the seasons come and go, leaves falling off the trees and snow capping the branches until the weather warmed again.
There was only so much painting to pass the time you could do before everything became boring.
Staring out the window waiting for something to happen, Suguru's hand on the small of your back while he delicately brushed your hair off your shoulder.
There weren't any scissors for you to trim it with. Not a single sharp item left anywhere within reach. He refused to entertain the idea of chopping some of it off either, insisting on taking care of it himself, toying and twirling the ridiculously long strands down as they cascaded over your worn dress.
It had always been long, but whatever was in the food he'd been feeding you had made it grow far faster here, trailing along the floor wherever you walked. He brushed it out for you, washed it and dried it while he made excuse after excuse not to cut it.
"Let down your hair, princess," Suguru called out from below, and for a brief second, you considered telling him that his joke wasn't funny - even though you suspected after another year or two, it might really be long enough to reach the ground. You stared down at him as he shielded his face from the sun, a hand on your hip as your brows scrunched together.
"Come inside," you shouted, struggling not to frown as you watched him walk out of your line of vision, a basket slung over his shoulder, probably with food from the closest town - not that he'd ever let you see it for yourself.
No, he locked your door when he left.
Kissed your forehead and promised to be back as soon as possible whenever he had errands to run.
It took him nearly fifteen minutes to make it back up to your door, the keys clinking as he unlocked it from the outside, swinging it open with a loud creak as you refused to look back at him.
"How's my beautiful girl?" He murmured as he approached, lips grazing against the shell of your ear while his hands traced your frame.
"I'm getting sick of being up in here," you half-whispered as you confessed what had been plaguing you for weeks, your voice raw from how little you'd been using it lately. "Can't we go to a village? Just for a day? We could wear disguises or-"
"No," he firmly said, pressing a kiss on your collarbone as you let out an annoyed huff.
"Please, Suguru," you whined. "It's been so long-"
"I'm not taking any risks when it comes to you," he scoffed a little, as if you were asking him for something absurd.
"Didn't you say no one was even looking for me?" You tilted your head to the side, pushing out your bottom lip like it would make his impenetrable resolve finally fracture.
"Anyone who saw your hair-"
"So cut it," you stomped your foot, swallowing hard as your lashes fluttered up at him.
"No," he repeated, refusing to budge.
His fingers were already unlacing the back of your dress, making quick work of loosening it while you struggled to come up with an argument that might sway him just for him to spin you around to face him.
Could you somehow convince him to take you on just a single outing?
Was it truly too much? Were you a moron for wanting more than just this?
Your dress was falling by your feet before you could think of anything - and his mouth was on your throat to make sure you wouldn't be able to.
Kiss after kiss pressed against your skin, lips tantalizingly skimming along the tendon until his teeth were grazing over your jaw. His hands making their way over your waist, fingers digging into your sides as he suddenly hoisted you up.
Carrying you back to your bed, careful not to step on your hair as he continued to pepper you with his gentle affection.
"Did I not make it perfect for you here, princess?" He purred, tenderly placing you back down on the soft mattress, making sure to drape your hair off the side. His own was falling in his face as his mouth slowly traveled down the valley of your breasts, across your belly button and pausing just below it to peek up at you. "I try so hard."
He did, didn't he?
Suguru had risked his head just by bringing you here. Did his best to make sure you weren't wanting for anything - that you wouldn't go without the luxuries you'd be lavished in your entire life.
Couldn't you just be happy for him when he was working so hard for you?
"I know," you muttered softly, guilt creeping in while his soft purple eyes bore into you. "I just-"
"Want to throw away everything I've given you for what? You'd rather hang around some peasants than me?" He grumbled, stare narrowing as he pushed your thighs up against your chest, like he had some point to prove.
"No, that's not-" You started again, but then his fingers slipped inside you, two thick digits digging deeper to stretch you out - and shut you up.
"Not what?" He dryly mocked, cocking his head to the side, well aware you would't be able to answer as he shoved his fingers deeper, dragging them against your walls.
"Don't be mean," you hissed at him, chest constricting as your lungs squeezed in time with your cunt. Unable to breathe when his digits felt like they were forcing all the air out with each consecutive thrust.
"It hurts my feelings when you want to leave me," he said, but his condescending tone didn't exactly lend any credence to what he was saying. Still, your heart stalled anyway, mind instinctively working to win him back.
"I don't want to leave you," you argued. "Just here. For a little bit."
"For a little bit," he sarcastically echoed, an anxious pit opening in the bottom of your stomach as you shook your head.
"Suguru," you whined, wiggling your hips as he drove those digits all the way in, working you open with an almost clinical precision.
"What, angel?" He hm-ed, knowing exactly what you wanted - and pretending he didn't.
You knew you should be mad. Put your foot down and demand that he take you out. But when he was looking at you like this, his fingers dimpling your skin and his mouth pampering you, you couldn't bring yourself to do either.
No matter how much you missed the sun. Smelling fresh flowers in your garden. Talking to a stranger instead of someone you knew every damn detail of.
"Come on, Sugu, would it be so bad?" You tried to charm him, but he just clicked his tongue.
"What do I have to do to keep you happy, hm?" He asked, sapping your strength without even trying. Drawing it out with every fast drag of his fingers. "Fuck you until you forget about these silly ideas?"
He pulled his fingers out, mouth pressed in a thin line just for him to tug his pants down enough to free his cock.
It bounced up against his shirt, pre-cum leaving a stain on it before he wrapped his fist around his thick base.
Watching it bob as he got back on top of you, one hand still pressing your thigh down to keep you open as he nudged his fat tip against your entrance.
His chin tilting up as he started pushing in, his jaw flexing as his shoulders tensed, testing his own self-control with each inch he slid inside of you.
You used to think your knight was an expert at restraining himself.
Back when he'd keep a straight face during banquets despite how often you'd pester him about sneaking away. Composed and collected until he finally got to claim you in private.
And now, he'd stolen you.
Turned your dreamy little secret into a reality that had started to stretch towards a forever.
You were still reaching up for him, tangling your fingers in his dark hair while he reached up to softly stroke the top of yours. The weight of him pressing down as he drove his cock in further, making sure to fill you up until he was fucking every thought that wasn't about him out of that pretty head of yours.
"My princess doesn't know what she needs," he murmured, his voice thick with hunger, all dark and dangerous as he dragged you down with him.
"I need you," you whispered, voice cracking when he abruptly bottomed out, his tip smushed against your cervix as your mouth parted in a broken gasp.
You needed him to let you breathe a little. To understand that you couldn't just spend eternity in this little world he crafted for the two of you.
But none of it actually came out.
Just more messy moans, your fingers clawing at the blankets while he just thrusted into you again and again.
The bed whined under your combined weight, your thighs trembling as his hips smacked down into you. His mouth was colliding into yours, sucking on your bottom lip while he wrecked you without hesitation.
Trying to ruin you.
Rip your heart out to have for himself. Hold it hostage too.
"Maybe I should put a baby in here," he grunted when the kiss broke, his breath warm on your cheek as he gritted his teeth. Stare drifting down to your stomach with a determination you knew you should be scared of. "You wouldn't leave our baby, would you?"
He knew exactly what to say to get to you.
Which strings to pull to turn you into his perfect puppet.
No better than a plaything. A doll to be dressed up in his very own dollhouse.
"I-I-" You stammered, but shit, when he was stuffing you so full, you couldn't find enough sanity left to string coherent words together. Left writhing and whimpering as his cock rocked and rutted into all your favorite spots.
"You what? Want one?" He teased, your heart hammering faster at the idea of actually being pregnant.
Carrying his child while you were still confined to this room.
Would he be so overprotective to confine you to the bed next?
"It's okay if you don't know," he cooed, his soft voice pitching lower while the hand on your thighs slipped down so he could have fun with your clit next.
Massing it with intention, drawing rough circles over the sensitive bud while he clicked his tongue at you again.
"That's why I have to take care of you," he continued, pressing down harder, his cock pistoning back in with more force, making sure you didn't even have the air in your lungs to tell him that you didn't need to depend on him.
You loved Suguru.
But the only way he knew how to love you back was to suffocate you. You knew you were his world. He just had to make sure he was yours.
Perhaps you were a fool for thinking that you'd be able to find a way to express that to him. To change a man who already made up his mind.
"I love you," you started, swallowing hard as you tried to gather your focus enough to get the right words out this time, get him to see your side.
But then his lips were connected with yours, barely parting enough to breathe, "I love you too."
His hips slammed against yours harder, his fingers working faster, your stomach tied together in knots as the pressure pushed you to a precipice you knew you'd fall from.
"C'mon, princess, cum for me," he groaned in between kisses, swallowing your moan as your body unravelled for him in a bright burst of pleasure. Stars you sorely missed splotching across your vision as you scrunched your eyes shut, feeling him buried to the hilt as something warm started to fill you up.
Had he-
"I hope it's a girl," he muttered, half-collapsing on top of you. His forehead pressed against yours as he sucked in heavy breaths, his cock still throbbing as his cum leaked out inside you. "Or twins."
"Twins?" You echoed, dazed as you blinked up at him.
"That should keep us busy," he smirked, one corner of his mouth curling up higher than the other as he refused to pull out. Still lodged deep inside you like he wanted to make sure his seed took.
He readjusted you, pulling your legs down so he could lay on top of you fully, his firm chest pressed against your softer one, his calloused fingers caressing your cheek as he looked at you with that lovestruck stare you'd grown accustomed to.
Had it always looked so sly?
Or were you starting to piece together something you missed once the haze of sex started to dissipate?
"I'll always keep you safe."
As your lover? Your knight? Your warden?
You still weren't sure which when you woke up the next morning. The smell of sex and sweat still sticking to your skin as you rubbed your exhausted eyes and rolled over with sticky thighs.
The left side of bed was empty.
Only a warm spot where Suguru was supposed to be. Had he gone to make breakfast? Perhaps decided to spare you of more discussions of raising children in this lonely room?
You pulled the covers up to your chest as you sat up, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you stared at the ghost of your past life in the form of furniture and books you used to enjoy before you read them a hundred times.
A piece of paper was left on the nightstand, a small note you supposed Suguru must've written for you, neat letters informing you that he'd be out for the day and he left meals pre-made for you on a tray outside.
Maybe on a different day, you might've found it sweet.
But an idea sprouted in the back of your head, blooming quickly enough that you were scurrying over to your dresser to find something to throw on, hurrying to get dressed before opening the door to find the tray he mentioned.
Instead of taking a bite, you just brought it inside - and slipped back out.
Bracing yourself for the long walk down, holding your breath as you crept down the stairs, a lump in your throat that seemed to get larger with every step you took.
You refused to look at the bottom.
Slowly making your way, attempting to remind yourself that with each step you took, you were another one closer to a way out.
It wasn't like you wanted to run away.
Not really.
You doubted your family would take kindly to you returning. Especially not if their unwed princess came with the unexpected baggage of a child they'd consider a bastard. With a man of no noble blood or important background.
But you were sure that you'd die if you didn't get some fresh air soon, wither and rot up there in your single-windowed cell.
The end came into sight - the last stair just a few feet away, your feet scampering down as your excitement started to bubble over, your head snapping up to the-
Door?
There was nothing there.
Just stone walls with no way in or out.
Was it magic? Some seal on the outside that stopped anyone else from intruding on something they shouldn't?
You were simply stuck.
And you sincerely doubted any prince would be coming to save you.
a/n: feel kinda meh about how this one turned out but hope you guys enjoyed anyway <3 reblogs + comments always appreciated
Listening to Girl in Red on the way home from work, and all I can think about is hate sex with (maybeeee yan?) Cassandra Cain and toxic! reader from the ballet academy!! Ahhhh!! Might have to write this at some point...
