๨ৠi love you the first time i love you the last time ๨ŕ§
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nothing, just suguruâs fingertips brushing against anklets wrapped âround your bones in the hush of the night. the moonlight crawls through the windows like a haughty child, stubborn but oh so quietâ as if this moment was meant for silent hands and steady eyes.
âit suits you,â he says. and it does. it does suit you, you know. and so does he.
(he suits you.)
âyeah?â you stretch your arms, exhaustion oozing in treacherous wavesâ and he follows every crack of your bone like a hound running on destructive devotion. âi can tell. youâve been staring at them for quite some time now.â
âi have,â suguruâs voice comes after a beat. he has been staring at them, yeahâ the precious beads carrying his bottled touch, holding you near when he canât. they sing songs of how much he adores you every time you take a step, just so you donât forget. silenced lullabies of your being kiss the ground every time your feet ache, just so he knows where you are.
âi have, my love.â
(just because you two love more than love can be.)
I need dumbification with Jake big boobies Sully. Like reader is absolutely gone, drool spilling out, eyes hazy, not one coherent thought in her mind but Jake and his đ
Dumb (18+) MDNI
âJake Sully x Female Na'vi Reader
âPlease Jake,â you whimper. Your soaking folds glide along the thick muscle of his thigh. Every slight flex sends shivers down your spine, tears well up in your eyes as you look at Jake, begging him to stuff his cock inside you.
âBe quiet,â he growls, his gaze never leaving the contact of your core on him. Sunlight shines down through gaps in the trees, highlighting the glistening arousal that coats his leg. His back rubs against bark, scratching the dark blue skin from your frantic movements.
You begged him to touch you, to fuck you, but he never would.
Your hands rest on either peck, squeezing softly. He says he hates it, but you can see his cock twitch underneath his loincloth when your finger brushes past his nipples. Sliding back and forth, desperate moans leave your lips, your hips stuttering every so often.
âNeed it Jake, please,â you whine, giving him sweet innocent eyes that he could never resist.
âYou canât take it, remember last time babygirl,â he says, voice low and husky.
Your folds rub against his rough skin, stimulating your puffy, aching clit. Begs leave your lips, pleads, anything to convince him.
âI wonât cry this time Jake, I promise,â you say, slowing down your hips. Your hand slides down the length of his abdomen, feeling the muscles tense under your touch before gripping the shaft of his clothed cock.
He lets out a low groan, tilting his head back slightly from the rough touch of your small innocent hand.
His fingers grip onto your hips, pushing you back onto the soft grass in a swift motion. His cock bounces free of his loincloth, pulsing and leaking precum in continuous streams. The tip lines up with your entrance, a soft gasp leaving your lips from the pressure sitting there.
âYou canât ever shut up can you,â he says, gritting his teeth from how stubborn you could be.
His cock pushes through your entrance, the tip barely an inch inside before tears were welling up in your eyes.
âWhat did I say about fucking crying,â Jake says, halting his movements immediately.
âSorry daddy,â you whisper, gasping for air from the pure size of his cock.
He continues to push in, rubbing through your warm, wet walls until the tip presses against your cervix. Taking one look at you, he knew you couldnât handle it, but you asked for it so this is what you would get.
Drool falls from your bottom lip, tears stream down your cheeks, your eyes were so fucked out, and he hadnât even thrusted in a single time yet.
Jake grips the back of your thighs, pushing your legs back until your ankles are flush with your head. He doesnât waste any time before he begins to slam into your core.
A moan rips from your lips, the breath stolen from your lungs. One hand shoots out, pressing against his lower stomach, begging him to ease up but you knew he wouldnât.
âTake it,â he growls, grunting rough as he pounds against you.
The veins and ridges of his cock slide through your walls, stretching you wide to fit him inside. No coherent words leave your lips, only pure nonsense. Spit drips down your chin as your mouth hangs open. Your eyes go blurry from his pace. Your body is only for him to use.
His pelvis slams against yours, his rough skin rubbing against your clit, matching the quick pace of his thrusts.
âSo tight for me,â he groans, throwing his head back before returning his gaze back to your fucked out face. Drool glistens in the rays of sunlight, your eyes crossing slightly. Your knees bend together, trying to take his big cock, even as whines and whimpers fall from your lips.
âGood job baby. Taking all my cock,â Jake coos, his thumb rubbing gently against the skin of your thigh, a stark contrast from the feeling of his cock shoved deep against your cervix.
âJ-Jake,â you whine, arching your back from the forest floor. Your hands grip your breasts, nails digging into the skin as your nipples drag across your palms with every thrust.
The new angle allows him to reach deeper, stretching your wider. The tip rests against your sweet spot, drawing out feral moans.
There was nothing you could say. You would let him use you every single day if it meant his cock could be buried inside you and he knew that.
Tears continue to fall from the corner of your eyes, dripping down your chin and pooling in the dip of your neck. Spit makes your face messy; your eyes cross wildly as your pupils dilate. Your toes curl in the air as your climax builds.
âYou gonna cum on me babygirl,â Jake groans, speeding up his thrusts. He hooks an ankle on his shoulder before moving his thumb down to your clit. Rubbing tight harsh circles, he watches your body twitch and convulse under his touch.
âYes daddy, yes,â you gasp, grinding your hips up to meet his touch even though you could barely even move. You chased the feeling on him; of the feelings he could give you.
You were just his slut.
Your legs tremble against him, your core clenching around the base of him as he stuffs you full of his cock. You beg for more, over and over again. You beg him not to stop; you beg him to keep fucking you.
Your words are slurred; they sound like nothing.
âLet me feel you,â he grunts, fixing his position before slamming into you once more.
His words drive you over the edge. Your hands look for anything to grab onto, anything to steady you, but nothing. You bite your bottom lip, unable to control the moans pouring from your mouth.
Cum gushes from your entrance, sliding down the length of his cock and creating a cream at the base. His thrusts continue even when your body begins to twitch with overstimulation.
You cry out for him, a mix of his name, daddy, and incoherent words. Your mouth hangs open, unable to sober up from the high of his cock.
âFuck,â he groans, throwing his head back as long, thick ropes of cum shoot deep inside your core. It coats your walls, dripping out when nothing more can fit. He pumps inside you, pushing it deeper, making sure his slut keeps everything in for him.
When his thrusts slow, he looks down at you, laughing softly at the sight.
Your eyes are half-lidded, tired and fucked out. Your breasts red from the tight grip, your mouth covered in drool. Tear stains line your cheeks, your eyes bloodshot from crying even after you told him you wouldnât.
âSuch a dumb slut for me,â he says, barely above a whisper as he admires you, kissing the inside of your ankle before setting your legs back onto the ground.
Suguru was the perfect boyfriend, to say the least. He took his time with you in everything, treating you with a gentleness that almost felt foreign. He hated the idea of rushing into anything, trying to avoid the bitter regret it leaves behind.
Thatâs why when you had your first kiss, he made sure that you were certain, and more importantly (to not ruin your experience) that his breath was nice.
You were staring at him laying beside you, in your messy dorm bed. The weak sunlight filtering through the curtains along with the familiar comfort of your room had made it cozy enough for you to want to get a little... intimate with him.
âI wanna kiss youâ
Even though he knows you have kissed before, the statement still surprised him a little. A pleasant one, no doubt.
He turns his head to look at you. âAre you sure?â
You sit up, nodding with a firm certainty. He sits up as well, cross legged in front of you and reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear. His warm palm slides down to cup your cheek before gently stroking your cheek with his thumb, his eyes locked on yours the whole time. You return his gaze with a sort of desperate need, refusing to shy away now.
He leans in really slowly, giving you the space to back away if needed. But you reciprocate the gesture, too much in love to refuse the man in front you. He stops millimeters in front, before planting a soft, gentle kiss on one corner of your lip, then the other before finally slotting his lips to yours.
The kiss was slow yet deliberate at first. It was firm but you had a hunch he was holding back, even if just a bit. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Finding that to not be enough you risk it and straddle him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
He breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, chuckling softly. âGreedyyyâ he rasps against your lips, drawing out the word teasingly.
As if the kiss didnât fluster you enough.
He pecks your lip again before stretching his legs out, getting into a position comfortable for both of you. You settle onto his lap comfortably, on those delicious thighs of his. You detach your arms from his shoulders, choosing to simply rest your palms there. His hands rest on your hips, thumbs rubbing over your shirt. You look down, the shyness taking over now that you stopped kissing.
âYou happy now?â he teases gently, tilting his head in a mock attempt to meet your eyes. You shake your head.
He smiles fondly before kissing your cheek, his nose smushed against the side of your face. You giggle, arms snaking around his shoulders again as he start pecking all over your face- everywhere but you lips.
âYou avoiding me?â
âSays the one who canât look me in the eyeâ
You pout and glare, drawing a laugh from him as he finally pecks your lip. Pulling back only to kiss you again, this time a little more passionate now that the initial awkwardness is over.
He pulls back to rest his forehead on yours, eyes locking on yours as if to see your next move.
âWhy do you keep stopping?â you ask against his lips, eyes closed to solely focus on the feeling.
âBecauseâ he answers.
âBecauseâŚ?
âBecause.â
You open your eyes to look at him, frowning. No wonder he's Gojo's best friend.
You attack his lips with such an intensity that his eyes widen, huffing out an âmmph!â
Your hand goes to the back of his head, ensuring he wonât pull away. Not this time. He has to feel your need.
Eventually you pull back to catch your breath, panting and staring at him like you just achieved some sort of personal victory.
He leans back on his palms, a little dazed and flushed. His lips, now red and moist from kissing stretch out in a grin-
Cw: mdni, suggestive, mentions of sex but mainly fluff
Geto Suguru, who gave your ass a little tap and a squeeze after railing the shit out of you. You're still trembling after that intense high he put you through, heavy pants turning into soft whimpers as he pulls out, so slow it's almost cruel. All the while grinning, that bastard.
During sex, he's always a little mean, a little tease. How could he not? The way you react to him choking you, to pinching your nipple, to flicking your clit- it's all so adorable. You always react the way he wants.
Still, he knows when to stop.
He slowly strokes your spine and your hips collapse into the mattress from fatigue, "you okay, babe?"
You merely nod in response, eyes closed. He leaves you to get a damp cloth, wiping away at all the nasty fluids between your thighs before cleaning off himself. His lips peppering soft kisses on your lower back once you're all clean. Hands kneading your hips.
"Come on, we gotta shower"
You whine in response.
"Come on baby, it'll take 5 minutes, m'kay?"
You begrudgingly push yourself up and wobble to the bathroom with him in tow. You both stand under the shower, your cheek mushed on his chest.
"Just water will do, right?"
He looks down at you, unable to fight off the small smile on his lips. God, he loves his lazy girl.
He wraps an arm firmly around your waist, the other going to gently caress the back of your head. Both of you standing under the shower intertwined in comfortable silence. The water cascades down your bodies, leaving trails of warmth in its wake.
â â â â â
When youâre both in bed later, eating leftovers from lunch, the peace of familiarity of routine engulfs you both. He sits in his boxers cross legged beside your underwear clad self and a random shirt you pulled out of his closet. Both chewing silently, occasionally stealing a piece of chicken from the other.
When the plates are put away you lay on your side and he lays on his side behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist- a habit he canât seem to stop. You lift your head for his other arm to rest beneath it, his bicep a pillow for your neck. He curls that arm around you neck to, pulling you even closer, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling deeply.
âSugu let goo-â you whine playfully, wiggling and not meaning a single word of it.
He chuckles. âIâve trapped you, prettyâ
"Nooo-" youâre interrupted by your own gasp as he pushes his boner into your butt. Slut.
âNowhere to run~â he rasps in your ear before flipping you on your back, mirroring your grin.
A/n: I'm surprised by my own consistency lol. Also can you tell I'm obsessed with Geto hahaha... Haha... Ha... Ha...
âoh, im toxic?!â you scoff and throw your hands up in the air. âreally, im the toxic one when you promise to come home early but you get here an hour afterâ you scream at the top of your lungs.
he stares down at you, your neck hurting from looking up at him. âsay something! donât be a bitchâ he rolls his eyes then lets out a sigh. âthe hell you want me to say, huh? all your doing is yelling fâwhatâ he picks you up by your shoulders and walks past the front door.
âlet me get in the house y/n damnâ you gasp and grabs his car keys and throw it at the back of his head. âdonât walk away from me while im talking!!â you scream impossibly louder.
he finally has enough ây/n stop fucking yelling?! are you crazy we donât live in a house weâre in a apartmentâ you pause and clench your fists. âyou wanna get evicted or somethiââ
POW
he stands there, now normally if someone punches your boyfriend heâd be more than livid. but he just stills, and opens his mouth to speak then he stops. you put your hands behind your back and rub your fist holding back a whimper of pain.
âdid you just.. punch me?â he narrows his eyes. you nod and cross your arms âyes, i didâ
his lips form into a pout then subtly tilts his head âyou like your life?â you roll your eyes and try to walk past him but he grabs your arm. âanswer me, bratâ you could almost hear his teeth grinding against each other. you immediately shake under his grip, not of fear, not because of what he can do.
because of what he wants to do.
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mdni18+ picking up your jailbird husband from jail (the prequel)
You slowly drive to the exit that the security guard kindly lead you to and patiently wait for your husband to come outside.
âCan he please hurry up..â at the same time a small but powerful knock emerges from the window to your side.
Without looking you open the door and start the car, âHey babyâ you roll your eyes, putting one hand on the steering wheel and lower your foot onto the gas pedal. âAm i in trouble?â
You scoff but it gets abruptly cut off as he pulls the key out the car and throws it into the trunk. Your eyes cant even process what happened before he grabs your chin and faces you towards him.
âI asked a question.â You sigh and decide to ignore his advances resorting to looking out the window, as the silence grows louder so does his anger, his breathing getting harder, as does he.
He grunts and grabs your wrist âWhat did I do woman?â His voice is so much more deeper then it was a month ago, maybe itâs just your imagination. trying to grasp your attention, he exaggerates his puppy dog eyes. âNothing Sukuna, can you let me go so we can go the fuck home?â You huff, in response he pauses, almost looking offended âSukuna?âŚâ He spits out his own last name like youâve personally offended him. His eyes narrow, the temporary sadness is now replaced by a sudden darkness.
âOhmygosh, Ryo! stop asking me so many damn questions-â You yell out but you voice quickly dies out as he lets go of your chin and grabs your neck firmly. âRyomen-â âYou mad at me, hm? Calling me Sukuna, you know I hate that shit.â The teasing still prominent in his voice, just now mixed with a softer but slower sultry tone.
âIâm serious, your on a sex ban or something cause Iâm not giving you shit, this is your fifth time being sent to jail in a year and itâs only been 7 months! I cant keep bailing your ass out bae!â He nods and looks up and down at you, âSorryâ you pause.
Ryomen never says sorry, he hates saying sorry.
He only says sorry when he desperately wants something.
Of course, his other hand slides up your thigh and his lips graze your neck as he whispers âmâso sorry, forgive me?â onto the skin of your throat, his voice so sweet it sounds like heâs whining. âRyomen stop it, weâre in publicâ he chuckles and gently bites right below your jaw âFine, just drive home.â
You shiver hearing a subtle shift in his tone, but you decide to ignore it and climb in the trunk to get the car keys he previously thrown.
The whole car ride Ryomen was pouting, staring out the window like a little kid on a 24 hour ride trip.
He gets out the car and doesnât even look back. âRyomen-â He gives you a grunt and stands next to the door waiting for you to open it. You sigh and walk up to the front door and slowly search for the keys purposefully taunting him.
His voice booms from behind you âOpen the door Y/n.â You nod insert the key into the door and it slowly creaks open.
He kicks his shoes off then grabs you by your waist throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. âH-Hey!â âShut up, you wanna have an attitude with me right?â
You shake your head and hit his back, obviously doing no harm but you still try. âNo no! I wasnât having an attitude I- I was just tired!â He huffs out a humorless laugh and kicks the bedroom door open, âAnd youâre lying?â He throws you onto the bed âWhat happened last time you had an attitude with me, or better yet what happened when you lied to me?â
You shiver, âRyomen you just came back from jail you dont deserve-â âI pay the bills in this damn house no matter where the fuck I am, now take everything off or I will.â
You bite your bottom lip, every bone in your body wants to obey him, listen to him.. but thereâs that one thought dont listen to him, defy him. âYou deaf?â He stalks towards you. âNo, I can hear you.â
âOh? Really?â You nod âYeah Ryomenâ âYeah?â Heâs plotting, you can see it on his face everything about this man is condescending.
âŚ
By now itâs been about three hours?
Heâs got you in a face down ass up, âArch your fucking backâ you whine and open your mouth to speak but he just pounds into you harder.
âR-ryooooâ you squeal as he pushes your back arching you himself. âDidnât I already tell you to get your shit together by the time i get out?â Nothing about this is passionate, just aggressive.. punishing.
âWhat?â He leans down, teasing his low voice into your ear. âp- pleaseee.. slow d-downnnuhhâ He laughs and purposefully quickens his pace everytime you speak cutting you off mid sentence. âspeak or shut up the fuck up and take this dick, got it?â
you let out a broken whine and nod your head as quick as you can, he flips you over pressing your legs alllll the way to the sides of your head.
âa- ahh! what are you doing?â âdidnât i say-â he slams back into you, making you whimper, your poor cunt red and puffy from the rapid shots itâs receiving from your mean husband. âshut. up.â
âyou missed me, hm?â he starts to rub the side of your clit, overstimulating you. âmmhmâ you whine and try to move youâre arms but itâs trapped underneath your folded legs. Of course, he decides to mock you, taking advantage your state of vulnerability.
âyesyesyess i didâ he slows down, staring at your clit he moves his hands to your waist. âRyomen?..â your breathing labored. âHold on.â
He pushed himself all the way back, leaving just the tip then after adjusting himself he slams back into knocking all the air out of your lungs. You didnât even make a sound, well not a describable one, it was somewhere between a scream and a squeal but louder.
All you know it that it had your husband smiling ear to ear.
Youâre gonna be here for a while.. shit.
ps. everytime i make smut i say itâs my favorite but.. I donât wanna jinx it so ima stfu. anywaysuhhh sorry if it sound repetitive or whatever idk how to do smut frl hopefully this makes you guys happy cuz im working on my 2k special:))) I DIDNT PROOFREAD SO IGNORE ANY MISTAKES IF THERE IS ANY
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he looks down in shame. and ryomen sukuna is never ashamed of anything heâs done, and heâs done a lot of shit.
âthat asshole was putting his hands on youâ he huffs and looks at your chest instead of your eyes âso yes, againâ youâve never looked this visibly annoyed, and what was scaring him even more is how calm your voice was.
âlook at me, not my tits ryomenâ you narrow your eyes, he immediately looks up âyes maâamâ you grab his collar and the security turns a blind eye(heâs been getting on their nerves also)
âwhen I say no stupid shit, that means no-â you give him a hard slap â-jail, got it?â he just nods his face didnât even budge, of course you donât intend to harm your husband and youâre not abusive. sometimes with ryomen sukuna you literally need to smack some sense into him.
âyes maâamâ he nods again, âcan you bail me now?â you roll your eyes âim not picking you up again, call chosoâ ryomens eyebrows knit together in annoyance âbut i want you to pick me upâ if anyone didnât know any better, heâs whining for you to pick him up.
âno ryoâ he tilts his head and subconsciously pouts then leans in âcmon woman, stop being a bratâ his words have no bite, but when you smile he scowls.
you take a deep sigh and close your eyes, âlast timeâ âi promise babyâ he smirks.
you both know this definitely isnât the first, nor the last.
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youâd been dating rafe long enough to realize that his jealousy could get a little out of hand sometimes. at first, you found it almost flattering. the constant texts asking where you were, the arm heâd keep firmly around your waist at all times, the way his eyes would follow any guy who looked at you for more than two seconds.
but lately, it had started feeling less like affection and more like possession.
it happens at a party on the beach. the sound of the waves crashing are faint below the music, people surrounding the beer keg and bonfire. youâre standing next to sarah and kie, having snuck out of rafeâs grasp earlier and now laughing over something stupid when a guy you vaguely remember comes over and starts talking to you.
you can tell itâs nothing serious. nothing even remotely flirtatious. âi remember we did our 8th grade science project together,â the guy says, laughing at the memory. but you can just feel his eyes burning into the side of your face. it makes you squirm in place as you canât even comfortably focus on the conversation anymore.
low and behold when you look over, rafe stands there arms crossed, jaw clenched as he tips his chin up silently challenging you to continue. he looks mad. âuhh..â you hesitate to the guy whoâs now standing there confused, waiting for you to answer a question he asked earlier.
before you can think of an answer, rafe walks over slipping that damn arm around your waist again. you sigh in annoyance, sick of the same thing happening every time youâre with a guy. âoh whoâs this?â rafe asks sarcastically.
âa friend.â you glance up at him, pleading with your eyes to not start anything. he doesnât seem to care.
rafe looks the guy up and down, sizing him. âyeah? didnât know you had so many of those.â
you look down at the ground in embarrassment. ârafe.â
âiâm just saying,â a small smirk tugs on his lips.
âuh..im just gonna..â the guy points to somewhere in the crowd before walking away, visibly uncomfortable. you turn to rafe rolling your eyes, too familiar with this routine.
âdid you seriously scare him off? what is wrong with you?â
âi didnât do anything.â he acts clueless.
âyeah, well you didnât have to.â you state, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. he shrugs, taking a sip of his drink. âi didnât like the way he was looking at you.â
âare you fucking serious? he wasnât even flirting.â you argue, arms crossed over your chest.
âi donât care.â
âyou donât get to decide who i talk to.â you say. you can feel peopleâs gazes on the two of you now, shamelessly watching the argument while whispering amongst themselves. rafe doesnât seem to notice or care as his expression hardens at your statement. âiâm your boyfriend.â he says.
âbut you donât own me, rafe.â your voice is firmer this time.
rafe lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head as he looks around at the people watching. âoh, come on. are you seriously doing this right now?â he asks, trying to grab your hands which you pull away.
âyouâre making me look like some controlling asshole just because i told some guy to back off.â you can tell heâs actually becoming agitated now.
âyou were practically threatening him.â
âbecause he was hitting on you.â his voice starts to get louder, catching the attention of more people at the party as if there wasnât enough already.
âhe wasnât.â
âoh, so now you know what he was thinking?â rafe scoffs, taking another sip of his beer. âyou really wanna stand here and defend some random fuckinâ guy over- over your own boyfriend?â he starts to pace around. âitâs really not a good look iâm telling ya,â
you stare at him, starting to lose your patience. âthis isnât about him. itâs about you thinking you get to decide who i talk to.â
rafe laughs again, louder this time, clearly aware of the people watching now. âjesus christ- listen to yourself. youâre seriously gonna throw a bitch-fit because i didnât want my girl talking to other guys?â
âwho the fuck do you think youâre talking to? a âbitch-fitâ? seriously?â you canât help but get more aggressive.
rafe stares at you for a second before giving a small, mocking nod. âokay. sure. you donât want me telling you want to do? fine.â he steps closer, lowering his voice silently but still loud enough for the people nearby to hear. âgo ahead. do whatever the fuck you want.â
you blink, slightly taken aback. ârafe-â
âno seriously.â he jerks his chin toward the crowd. âgo talk to whoever you want. hell, give the guy your fucking number if thatâs what you want- go slut out for all i care.â
people gasp around you, jaw dropped as they start to mutter things under their breath. the music sounds quieter now, maybe because it drowned out in your ears or maybe because people arenât dancing along anymore. you canât tell.
you stare at him, your chest tightening. âfine.â
rafeâs expression changes slightly. you can tell he didnât expect it. âfine what?â
you swallow, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady. âweâre done.â
as soon as you say the words, the smugness disappears from his face as he stares at you, like he genuinely canât process what you just said. âwhat?â
âyou heard me, rafe. weâre fucking done.â
âno, no.â he shakes his head immediately, stepping toward you. âcâmon baby youâre just pissed, thatâs all. weâll talk about this when you calm down.â he looks around at the crowd.
âwhen i calm down? god rafe, youâre a fucking asshole. iâm not changing my mind.â
âbaby, seriously.â his voice drops, the panic beginning to creep in. âdonât fucking do this.â
you shake your head, turning away from him as you start to walk away through the crowd. heâs left there standing in the middle of the party as the people whoâd been watching suddenly find something very interesting to look at anywhere else.
âwait,â he reaches for your wrist but youâre walking away quick. âplease.â
you look back at him. his eyes are red and glossy now, tears threatening to spill any second. he looks desperate.
âdonât leave me like this,â he says quietly. âplease i didnât mean it. i love you.â
you scoff in disbelief, laughing mockingly at his face. âyou know what? i think iâm gonna really slut out tonight. you know, soaking in your advice.â you start to walk away again. âdonât fucking text me.â
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          đźatoru's cuddled up next to you, pouting and hiding his face in your chest as you stroke the top of his head gently, resting your other hand on your bloated belly.
"love, are you still upset about our baby taking my attention?" You asked, chuckling in disbelief. You knew Satoru absolutely adored your attention, and this situation was nothing new, to be honest.
"mm.." he hummed and furrowed his eyebrows, burying his face deeper into the space between your breasts, taking in a big sigh and hugging you tighter, wanting to feel every inch of your body against his.
                you laughed quietly and closed your eyes, a smirk tugging on your lips, "you're ridiculous, 'toru", you mumbled to yourself.
A few months later, the baby was born and he was the one that gave all his attention to the baby, refusing to leave them alone or go anywhere without the baby.
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Re-debut with needy papatoru! (â âĄâ  â Ďâ  â âĄâ )
Ever since nanako and mimiko found out that they were gonna be big sisters they were over the moon. Constantly talking to you about the baby till Geto distracts them or talking to your bump every day after school.
Today as the twins ran inside the house Geto chasing after them the twins giggled looking for you.Â
âGirls wash your handsâ
They giggled and ran away from him.
He caught them and not even after a minute they vanished. He couldn't do anything but sigh, the girls loved you morethan anything.
âMAMAâ they yelled before lunged into a hug.
âHello, to you girlsâ you said as you pecked their heads.
Nanako and mimiko kiss your bump,Â
âHey, baby how are you doing?â
A gentle flutter replied them.
âWe missed you all day at schoolâ
 You can't help but chuckle softly as they yap about their day to your bump.
âThere you are, I told you girls to put your soaks onâ
âNo.â The girls sternly looked at him.
âIt's chilly outside, listen to your dadâ you saidÂ
They reluctantly let suguru put the socks on.Â
âMama, can we hold the baby when it comes out ?â Mimiko asked
âYes, but you have to be very carefulâ
Nanako wined âhow much longer do we have to wait ?âÂ
She cupped her hands over her mouth and placed it on your bumpÂ
âCome out soon, we can't waitâ
You and Geto were trying so hard not to laugh at their cuteness.
Clarkâs the type of guy to suck air through his teeth while heâs getting fucked. His dickâs red and frothy while heâs in his girlâs pussy and the way he breathes for air almost sounds like it hurts. His breathingâs shaky and irregular, whimpering like some neglected puppy while heâs being treated like the bestest boy. All he has to do is sit back and feel good but heâs literally hyperventilating at the sight of his dick disappearing into her wet cunt. Once he finally gets through with cumming inside of her, heâs rewarded with the softest kisses all over his face and the sweetest praise heâs ever heard, just for his dick to grow back up and leak like before.
I need more frat!kuna PLEASE đ đ đ (love your writing btw x)
and i love you nonnie
a hot summer day, the start of a new semester at tokyo's university of jutjsu and tech... life seemed bright and refreshing to you these days!
to your boyfriend, however, it looked busy and full of stupid frat brothers.
"ryo, i'm sure they didn't mean to do it..." you said, absently talking while reading in your boyfriend's bed. ryomen was pacing back and forth, frustrated, wearing a trail in the floor.
"of course they did. they always mean to do this shit. they jus' want to piss me off, especially when they know i'm busy with stupid fucking pledges and other bullshit."
toji and gojo may have gotten into a brawl over something miniscule (a missing beer) and given the house a new open space concept (three fist-sized holes in the kitchen and living room walls), and now it was ryomen's mess to clean up seeing as he was the president of phi kappa.
"baby, will you sit down?" you sighed, shutting your book and setting it aside.
ryomen eyed you suspiciously, like you two would lure him into a false sense of security before punching a hole in the wall, but after a knowing look from you he sighed and sunk down into the bed. slowly he crawled into your lap and melted into you.
you groaned slightly as all of his bodyweight fell onto you. "someone's bulking..."
"no," he said, mashing his face against your warm stomach. "it's all muscle."
shaking your head, you began to massage his scalp, smiling at him, this prone, relaxed version you so loved seeing. he made a sound of contentment, his muscles visibly relaxing.
"ryo, i think it's important to remember that toji and gojo would never do anything to purposely hurt you," you said quietly. "things just a little heated, but you know they're good guys, they'll take accountability for their actions."
"oh, baby." he hummed against your body, then kissed the valley of your chest. "there's three holes in my wall downstairs. you bet your ass they're going to take accountability. i already told them to google how to plaster walls."
you pressed your lips together. "you won't be mad forever, will you?"
"no, sweetheart. besides, it's not like it's your fault."
"i know. i just don't like seeing you so worked up. i mean, yeah, it's hot, but not when it's stressing you out so bad..."
ryomen propped himself up on his elbows, gave you a kiss, and smiled against your skin in a devilishly mischievous way. "i need one way you can help me de-stress."
girlfriend! reader tries to cheer up depressed! suguru
âcmon suguru, open up!â you knocked on the door for the fourth time. âi know you hear me.â
itâs been two weeks since gojo and suguru took on the star plasma vessel mission and failed. you were in kyoto on your mission, only hearing bits and pieces of the aftermath. from what you hear, suguru isnât taking it well.
now it wasnât often suguru and gojo failed a mission. now that you think about it, they never have. until now.
âyouâre giving me a headache.â you heard him mumble through the door, but then you heard his feet dragging towards the door.
âmissed me?â you smiled as he opened the door. a hum is all you got in response before he moved aside to let you enter.
suguru wasnât a neat freak. he always had some sort of clutter in some corner. but he always maintained his room to keep it in good condition. yet, it looks like a tornado ran through it. old ramen containers on the floor, trash and dust everywhere, garbage bags sitting in the corner.
has he been living like this since the mission?
âsorry about the mess. iâll clean it later.â he says softly, heading back into bed.
âsuguruâŚâ but you didnât know what to say. he was worse than what you thought. youâve experienced failed missions and death before. it was a tragic thing to face but suguru and gojo were always above that. they were untouchable. unstoppable. special grades.
you took off your shoes at the door and placed your bags on the floor before crawling into bed with him. his eyes were closed but you could see the dark bags under them. you wrapped your arm around him and he felt⌠smaller than before.
âsug⌠are you losing weight?â
âitâs just summer stress.â he mumbled, eyes still closed.
âsuguru.â
âdonât.â his voice was clear now.
so you donât. now isnât the time to pressure him into talking. heâll talk eventually, if he chooses to. you lay there next to him for a while. arm still wrapped around him. still, quiet, just watching his face.
but eventually, you got hungry. you intended to cook his favorite for dinner because that always cheers him up, but a meal canât fix this. not this time.
doesnât hurt to try anyway.
âsug, you hungry? iâm gonna cook dinner, okay?â
another hum. you kissed his forehead before getting up. he always did that to comfort you, maybe returning the favor will bring him some comfort.
you took the ingredients out of the bags you brought with you. you chopped up some vegetables and started boiling some water on the stove. while waiting on the water to boil, you decided to clean up. wiping down the table and counters. picking up trash. emptying the garage bin. organizing shoes by the door.
you continued to balance cooking and cleaning until you were done with both. a nice homemade meal and a clean space. even if it doesnât make him feel better, at least his space is clean now.
carefully bringing the hot bowls to the table, you called out to him softly. âsug, i made your favorite ramen. itâs just how you like it.â you couldnât help but smile at the fact. you spent weeks trying to perfect the recipe from his favorite ramen place.
ânot hungry.â
your smile faltered. his back was turned towards you, but that didnât deter you. âhow about just a little? just enough to have something warm in your stomach.â
âlater.â
you sat on the bed next to him. âsuguru, you have to eat something.â
âi said later.â
you let out a soft huff of breath. you hated how helpless you felt. you sat on the floor and ate your dinner alone. food never was as good as when suguru ate with you. it was always better with him.
you cleaned up your dishes and put his bowl on the counter, in case he later got up to eat it. there was still plenty left over for him to eat throughout the week if he chose to.
you laid back in bed with him, this time you didnât wrap an arm around him. you laid on your back and stared up at the ceiling. you watched the ceiling fan spin endlessly.
âsuguru, iâm worried about you. i wish you would talk to me but i know you donât want to so i wonât ask. but i love you and it hurts to see you like this. you donât have to keep everything inside, im here for you.â you spoke softly, but you meant it all.
you couldnât see but he had finally opened his eyes.
âif you do ever want to talk, iâll listen. i wonât even pick at my hands.â you couldnât help but let out an amused laugh. he hated when you picked at your hands during emotional conversations. âbut if you want me to go, iâll respect that, just tell me what you want.â
you were met with silence. for a moment, you almost thought he truly was asleep, but you hadnât heard a soft snore from him all day. he always did, despite his refusal of the fact. you stayed still, waiting for him to decide, but nothing ever came.
you got up from the bed and was going to give him space, but you felt a tug on your wrist. suguruâs hand had wrapped gently around your wrist. he had turned to face you now. a quiet, almost hesitant, âstay.â is all he said.
you got back into the bed and wrapped your arm around him again. it wasnât often you would be the big spoon, but you never minded when you were. especially now.
you wonder if he feels as safe as you do when youâre the little spoon.
youâd ask him one day. just not now. now was meant for quiet and presence. you couldnât fix what he was going through but you could be present. and maybe thatâs all he needs.
getting high inside your boyfriends apartment was definitely not on your schedule.
suguru geto was still out, doing whatever the fuck it was he did. what was it again? exercise instructor? its definitely something where people follow him. wait did he wear a spandex?
the apartment was a warping blur in your red eyes. stumbling around your kitchen, cabinets open to the world as you scavenged around for something to munch on. your smile was lazy, throwing random ingredients onto the counter uselessly.
"..sweet girl?" you twist around and nearly flip on your feet. after a quick rebalancing and lookover, you squeal. arms flying dramatically to wrap around shoulders as wide as the fridge.
"sugu' buru'! hihi baby!"
"high all right," purple cat eyes study your cheesing face, thick fingers tight around your waist. squeezing you gently. "you having fun?"
a quick nod and youre pushing yourself away. "yes! i was justâ im gordon ramsey baby. look at all this shit, gonna make the most bomb recipe youve ever seen."
he nods, stepping towards the counter quietly. "really hm?" he purrs, huffing a laugh as he watches your messy movements. "why dont i make you something?"
"ugh, youre such a genius 'guru. waffles?" you toss the pack of reheat waffels down the counter and towards hiâ oh wait no its still next to you. didnt seem to make it far. "did you know waffles were invented to combat aliens? in 1806â"
"course, why dont you lay down?" he carefully pulls mozzarella cheese from your prying fingers. setting it down to guide you by the small of your back.
"er no.. loving the recommendation though homie. the night is young suguru!" a sidestep twirl and youre yelling at the alexa. "alexa! play, uh, play 'the night is still young' by yicki minija! thanksss girl!"
"alexa no." he hides his grin with a quick forehead kiss. "how many you take sweets?"
"one, two, skip a few." you wave your hand, bracing on your tip toes to stare at him. "how did you know i took some? you a mind reader?"
"lucky guess,"
"uh huh, im onto you handsome," you squint your eyes and stumble back. "mind reading havin' ass."
a / n : i dont actively support nicki minaj , her song just fit c:
đŁhe moonlight shined bright through the dark horizon, reflecting on the clear ripples of the cool pool water. the sound of slow jazz music filling the backyard, playing low but setting into a warm moment between you and geto.
it surely was a very chilly night, but it didnât stop you from wanting to dip in the pool, you knew geto would warm you with those big arms of his.
âcome on angel, whatcha doing all the way back there?â that soothing gentle voice called out from the deep end of the pool.
âi canât swim! remember?â you exclaimed from the other side of the pool, hesitant to move forward since you already had this big fear of drowning, itâd be worse to be drowning in front of him, that possible scenario could not get out of your head at all.
geto lets out a small deep chuckle that practically sent shivers down your spine hearing his laugh.
he suddenly started swimming over to your end until he was nearly towering over you, those big hands pressing around your back to push you closer and securely into his big arms, pressing a kiss against your temple.
you couldnât help but just melt into his warm touch, suddenly not feeling the cold air prick onto your skin anymore. you rest the side of your face onto his chest, just right above his heart, hearing his steady and faint heartbeat through one ear.
you could feel him moving backwards into the deeper side which made you immediately lock your legs around his waist, a small squeal escaping you from surprise and almost fear.
âbaby!â you whined, wrapping your arms tight around his neck, while you closed your eyes.
âi got you.â he reassured, whispering sweetly into your ear. he was still holding you tight while his own dark eyes were studying you through your scared expression, a fond smile across his lips.
âitâs not that bad, come onâŚopen your eyes, angel.â he muttered softly, one hand still against your back while his other free hand goes through your damp hair gently.
you open your eyes as soon as he tells you too, immediately meeting his soft gaze that completely melted your heart, feeling the warmth simmer in your chest as you could feel your cheeks burn wildly against your skin.
âdonât look at me like that.â you pouted, looking away from him while he moved around the deep end with you in his arms from time to time. still clinging onto him like you were afraid that he was going to let go.
âbut I like when you get all shy like that.â geto responded innocently, pressing a kiss against your cheek making you instantly turn to look at him.
âyouâre so corny.â you let out a giggle, while the both of you couldnât stop admiring each others features.
âI love you, angel.â he whispers against your lips.
you smile softens as you twirl around the black loose strands of his hair, looking at him with big expecting eyes.
âI love you.â you mutter back against the softness of his lips, instantly folding feeling his lips move against your lips so gently yet so deep it felt like you couldnât get enough of it.
đŁhese are the nights you wish would last forever.
| haii this is so cute I canât (ËśËáşËËś) đđđđđđ
their taking initiatives on smut as if it hasn't been in creative spaces for years!
how about we take action on AI in creative spaces? or work on expanding the rights of fanfiction authors over their work so people can actually face consequences for stealing other ppls shit??
