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warnings: omegaverse, keeping quiet, pet names
character: Geto Suguru
“No. I'm not leaving them.”
“Sugu-”
“Leave me alone.” You sighed, picking up one of your daughters, Suguru, who was trying to hold on to them. She giggled when you rubbed your nose against hers while your boyfriend clung to the other for dear life. "I know for a fact they don't want me to leave.”
Raising an eyebrow, you rested your daughters back down in their crib next to their sister, crouching down to speak to them, prying Geto away from them. When you asked your two little toddlers if they'd rather stay home and do nothing all day or have fun with their grandparents, their eyes lit up at the word grandparents. They had absolutely no idea what you were saying, but they knew the word grandparents. Their faces lit up with joy, and you picked both of them up.
“Why do I have to go back? We're basically rich.”
“Education is important.”
Was it, though? Geto was being way too clingy. And you got it; you understood. After all, they had been inside him at some point. He literally grew their hair in his stomach.
He knew it would be beneficial for him to go back to the university after missing a semester. The thing is, he had a hard time saying no to those pretty faces.
When he carried both of them, went to put them to rest in their crib, and they started crying, he would pick them back up. If he wanted to leave the house and they started crying, he wouldn't leave. You'd tell him to leave and to leave the children with you. He'd call you cruel, telling you, as an alpha, you'd never understand what an omega went through when hearing their kids cry.
Touché. At the end of the day, it was for his own goodAt the end of the day, it was for his own good.
As soon as your grandparents arrived, you dragged them through the door forcefully. First, he wouldn't budge, shaking his head, telling you he'd stay home for the next six months. When you told him you hadn't even had a lecture yet. He wouldn't even have to go to uni every day. At some point, you threw him over your shoulder and left with him. He complained on the way to uni, he complained during his classes, didn't complain during your lunch break because he was busy calling your parents and checking up on the twins, complained in his afternoon class and on his way home.
synopsis: sent to get the scoop on a strange cult popping up in a small city near you, you're surprised to discover the (moth)man behind it has more than just charm hiding behind his sly smile. but debunking the local cryptid sightings will be harder than you thought when you're sharing a bed with him!
pairing: mothman!Geto x journalist!Reader
content: mdni, fluff and smut, MATURE CONTENT AND THEMES OKAY!!, reader is an investigative journalist, cult leader!geto in a different font lol, OVIPOSITION, oral sex, unprotected piv sex, egg laying, creampie, finger sucking, happily ever after
"How's that story of yours coming along?"
Two hands slipped around to cover your eyes, a warm body pressed against your back as you giggled, leaning against your lover as you tilted your head and pretended to think.
"Pretty good," you hummed, shoulders slumping down as your body relaxed into Suguru. "It has a happy ending."
"Oh yeah?" He teased, his honeyed voice nice and low as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"The guy gets the girl," you murmured, reaching up to wrap your fingers around his wrist, pulling his arm down as you twisted to face him.
"He must be pretty lucky," Suguru wrlyly comments, mouth curling up in a crooked smirk. You reached your thumb up to brush over his soft lips, smiling at him as you slowly nodded, head bobbing up in agreement.
"She is too."
And you were reminded of it every morning when you woke up next to him.
Curled up in his strong arms, one of his wings covering your body and keeping you warm far better than any other blanket could. His smooth voice in your ear, offering to bring you breakfast in bed and pampering you as you recovered.
Your boss had thrown a fit when you called to tell him you would be staying here instead of going to the hospital. Threatening to the send the cops there and snapping that you were crazy for choosing a 'cult compound' over him. Nanami thought you were an idiot. Although, he might just be wounded you found a new mattress to warm.
But you were simply choosing Suguru.
Choosing yourself.
Maybe in a few months, or a year or two, you might rediscover your taste for danger. But right now?
Nothing sounded nearly as sweet as settling down for a while. Holing up in a handsome man's bed and letting him lick your wounds while you wrote what you originally came here for.
Instead of a hard-hitting article, it had turned into a novel of sorts.
A romance.
"I can't wait to read it," Suguru teased, trying to peek down at your laptop before you shut it. His cute little antennas twitching in annoyance at your refusal to let him peer at a single page. These days, you'd traded your old office for writing in his room, sprawled out on his bed or comfortably reclined back in his armchair while he handled his...cult duties.
You'd never been embarrassed over any of your work before.
But it was all about him, after all.
"I think I need some more material," you muttered, caressing his cheek just before he laced his fingers through yours to pull you up to your feet from his chair. "Care to inspire me?"
"Now's not a good time," Suguru softly said, his face scrunching up while your smile twisted into a pout.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You grumbled, feeling childish as you snatched your hand back from him to cross your arms.
He'd been taking good care of you since he saved you from Sukuna and Satoru. But he still hadn't, y'know, taken care of you. Petting you and promising a later that still hadn't come, making excuses that you were still too hurt, or he was too tired before coaxing your attention away.
"I have a mating cycle," he muttered, cocking his head to the side as he resigned him to stroking your hair soothingly to dissolve your annoyance. "I can't ask you to-"
"You can't ask me to what?" You demanded to know, one hand sneakily untying his robe as he sighed at you.
"Let's just say it won't just be cum in you," he warned, lips pressed together in a thin line you ached to kiss away.
"What will it be then?" You pressed, breath getting caught in your throat as you dragged your stare down to the thick outline of his cock against his thin boxers.
"Eggs."
It should've scared you.
So much of him probably should've terrified you.
He wasn't entirely human. He would never be. But you wanted him more than you'd ever wanted anything before.
Because in all the places you'd been, in all the adventures you'd experienced, you found something you'd never known you were even looking for in him.
Love.
"I can take it," you whispered.
However impulsive your promise was, you couldn't find so much as an inch of regret when you were finally back beneath him, his big hands slipping your panties down your thighs before he dragged his tongue over your skin. Licking a clean stripe up along the inside of your thigh, both of you pretending not to notice the bandage still wrapped around your leg, concealing the scar tape plastered over your healing wounds.
It would take a while.
The scar might never go away.
But it didn't matter. Not when you won.
What did Sukuna and Satoru get?
Nothing. Neither of you even spoke of them anymore. Left them as little more than ruined pages in a story that you were both better off ripping out.
"I missed this," he muttered into your skin, inhaling the scent of you as he ran his tongue over your entrance.
"You waited for it," you reminded him, fingers tousling his hair as he nudged the sharp tip of his nose against your clit.
"The last thing I want is to scare you," he retorted, oh-so-responsible as he started working his tongue in-and-out of your slick folds.
"You're not going to scare me," you scoffed back at him, thighs attempting to close around his head as you rested your head back against his pillow. Arching your back off the bed as you bit back a moan, lungs starting to ache with the effort of sucking in breaths.
Suguru already committed murder for you.
What more could you ask from a man?
"Are you sure?" Suguru dryly mocked, peeking up at you with those pretty, hypnotizing eyes.
"I'm sure," you breathlessly replied, throat constricting when his warm chuckle danced over your sensitive clit.
But the moment he traded his tongue for his cock, you weren't quite so confident. Assurance melting with how much of him was pushed against you, his palms traveling over your body like he couldn't stand even an millimeter going untouched.
Unloved.
His thick girth stretching you out, the familiar burn searing through you, setting every nerve ending in your body on fire as he pinned you down hard into his mattress.
"You wanna change your mind?" He offered, ever the tease as he rolled his hips down, holding you hostage with that deep stare as your body quivered at being broken in.
"No," you answered fast, brows immediately furrowing in frustration when he stalled mid-thrust just to make you squirm and shudder.
Amusement sparkling in his eyes as one of his hands slowly skimmed between the valley of your breasts, up to your throat before stopping just over your face.
"That's my good girl," he murmured, slipping his thumb inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue to make you part your lips more. Returning to fucking you, slow at first, picking up the pace as he felt your walls start to greedily suck him in.
"Mm, mhm," you moaned, lashes fluttering as kept sucking on his thumb. He pressed it against the roof of your mouth, distracting you from his size by giving you something to do, you supposed.
The fat tip of his cock was grinding greedily against your cervix, pushing, pushing, pushing like he wanted to pry it open and plant himself inside. It hurt. At first.
But it was like the pain was being overwritten, your body rewired to want it. To need it there, like each thrust of his hips was carving himself a place in your pussy - and your heart.
"My precum," he started, sucking in a shaky breath as he struggled to keep a leash on his self-restraint. "It makes it easier."
"Makes what easier?" You gasped when he slipped his thumb back out of your mouth for a moment, tugging at his roots, pulling at his hair as he rubbed right up against that spot he knew left you seeing stars.
"To fill you up," he cheekily answered, smirking as his other hand pushed your unwounded thigh firmly against your chest. Opening you up nice and wide for him to plunge himself deeper inside.
Pleasure warping your sense of self, nearly shattering your sanity as his base began to balloon.
"It won't hurt," he promised, pressing a brief kiss to your lips before slipping two thick fingers back inside. "I swear."
You didn't know what you expected it to feel like.
Your walls stretching and straining to accommodate the swell of his cock, the eggs slowly traveling up and pushing up past your cervix. It wasn't painful, but it was some other feeling entirely. Something foreign and strange, splintering you just to stitch you back together as the first egg edged up against your womb.
It wasn't hard, but it was a bit bigger than you expected, a slight squish to it that made your stomach flutter and twist as he tenderly murmured your name.
Shallow thrusts forcing it through, like he was trying to go slow to ease you into this, to not break you while he molded you around him. Made you wholly his as he started to pump one egg after another inside your waiting womb.
The pressure was mind-melting, walls struggling to make enough space to him as the eggs rubbed against each other, your whimpers coming out strangled when your tongue was busy swirling around his thick digits.
"Fuck," he hissed, antennas vibrating as your own hands slid down to skim over his thin wings, finding a sensitive spot that made his cock throb and pulse inside you.
You wanted him to cum.
Wanted to be so full you wouldn't be able to so much as roll over aafter this.
Stuck in bed while he sunk his teeth into your skin and leave a thousand love bites littered across your body.
Tracing little hearts over his wings, some invisible thread deep inside you pulling taut as his cock rammed right up against your cervix, your body clinging to him as you practically tasted your own climax.
Clawing for the release, his fingers pushing down on your tongue and one last egg shoving its way inside to join the rest, his cum warm and wrapping you in a warmth you immediately wanted to live in as stars scattered across your vision.
A desperate whine ripped from you as his hips drove all the way down, trapped between the bed and his broad frame, toes curling and thighs aching as you glanced down at the connection between you and him.
The way you almost looked pregnant, unable to even see where his cock was currently keeping you plugged full of his cum and eggs. Beads of sweat rolling down his chiseled and scarred chest, heaving with long breaths as he stared at the shape of you.
He didn't want to pull out.
And you couldn't find it in yourself to want him to either.
Almost pouting when he did, eyeing his leaking cock as he stroked one final drop of thick cum out onto your skin with a sigh.
"So this is happily ever after, huh?" He exhaled, rubbing the slight swell of your stomach with a content sigh. Pressing down experimentally just below your belly button, the eggs shifting around inside of you as you squirmed and shifted over his sheets.
"I guess so," you mumbled in agreement, exhaustion lingering in your bones as he pulled you in against him. "So, are these, going to like, hatch?"
He smiled at you, pretty purple eyes shimmering and swirling as the little lines by them crinkled softly.
"Do you want them to?"
a very happy ending for our mothman. i'll leave it up to you guys if they have cute little moth babies or not. reblogs + comments are always greatly appreciated <3
He spent months teasing you just to see you flustered. Now that you've got your hands and mouth on him, Suguru is about to learn that turnabout is fair play
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warnings: fingering (both receiving), sucking on his chest, suggestive, eating you out, him teasing you with his pecs, virgin reader
character: Geto Suguru
The relationship Suguru and you had was... something. More than just something, at least that's what it looked like to other people around you. You two had been close ever since you met. You hung out a lot and very frequently. When one says "a lot," they mean a lot. Doing everything together was your specialty. People knew you two came in a double pack. Whether it was parties, classes, or hangouts, you two wouldn't be spotted without the other. You two were like two sides of a coin, glued together like five and six. Where one of you was, the other was too.
Obviously, it didn't come as a surprise to either of you when people started thinking you were dating. All good friends face dating allegations. They started thinking you were one of those annoying couples on campus who just couldn't keep their hands to themselves, couldn't exist without the other. Whenever you'd dismiss the rumors, they'd be surprised. Surprised at the fact you were not dating.
Surprised at how close you two were regardless. I mean, why would anyone feel the need to be that close to a person? It wasn't normal to most people.
Mind you, he wasn't even a person who liked physical touch. He wasn't touchy like this with anyone else. Take Gojo as an example. Geto would groan, roll his eyes, or try shoving him off whenever the white-haired guy would wrap his arms around him or go as far as to hug him. You were the only one he didn't mind touches from. Quite the opposite. He initiated bodily contact heavily when it came to you.
Grabbing your hand when walking around on campus, at the store, anywhere. Whether you were on a stroll through the city, him walking you around, or you two just walking around on campus, his hand always held onto yours. Usually, he'd lie, saying he didn't want to lose you in the crowd, seeing as you were prone to walk ahead of him and just vanish. That was a white lie. He just wanted to hold your hand for no reason, to be as close to you as he possibly could.
Random hugs were his love language. He loved coming up behind you and wrapping his big arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, or just hugging you at random hours of the day. This could be during your study session at the library, during lunchtime, during a lecture, or during seminars... Anywhere and everywhere. He just loved being as close as possible to you.
Sitting in your lap was something he did often too. Even though he was much bigger than you, he liked to pretend he was a petite little guy who could fit in your lap, which he could to an extent. Whether it was sitting in your lap in public when there weren't enough seats at a cafe, or sitting and lying in your lap when you were indoors, he did and loved it all.
Then there were small things like making sure you were comfortable at all times, as a good friend should: going out of his way and making sure you were not too hot or cold, making sure you didn't feel overstimulated in crowds, just making sure you were fine with everything.
And the kisses. Kisses to your forehead, kisses to your cheeks when you did something he found adorable. Kissing your hands when you were freezing. Kissing injuries of yours. He kissed you so much you two almost accidentally kissed on the lips a few times.
My rare JJK content just because I recently saw a Geto figurine and was smitten again lol
Warning: Sexual Content
"It's your choice."
It wasn't.
"Do it now, and no one will see. Keep refusing, and I'll fuck you on this stage, in front of everyone. I don't care what these monkeys think. Do you?"
Biting your lip, you tried to distract yourself with the pain while Suguru's fingers slid between your folds. You didn't want to feel the electric jolts of pleasure zapping through your muscles as he held you against his chest with one arm while digging the other deeper into your underwear.
His intentions were clear, but the choice? Non-existent. You didn't believe him when he said he'd not force you into an embarrassing situation like exposing you on a stage in front of those crazy people who worshipped him. But Suguru made it sound compelling to accept his conditions in exchange for dignity.
"Okay," you whispered, teeth gritted so tightly that the sound could barely escape.
"Good," he hummed, his pointer flicking against your clit one more time before he retracted both his arms, letting you fall to the ground. Noosing his fingers around your throat, he pushed your jaw upwards, forcing you to face him.
you bump into her while you're out on a walk, simply wandering around the city. you remember suguru mentioning her. all of your friends (aka suguru's friends) know her, so it was bound to come up. the break up wasn't the cleanest, but that's not the point.
she looks like an angel. a siren. you'd seen her photos before but seeing her in person was different. you see what attracted him to her in the first place. her bold eyes, soft lips, captivating figure, luscious hair, and an aura that demands acknowledgment and attention. divinity in motion (wink wink... iykyk), and full of humble confidence.
your eyes linger on her and the devil on your shoulder begins poking you with the thought of suguru thinking of her. what if he reminisces on their relationship?
she's everything you're not. you subconsciously curl inwards on yourself, making yourself look as small as you feel. she's beautiful and you can't imagine why they broke up. you never found out why and you're too nervous to ask. what if reminding him of her will make him want her back?
