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Suguru x femreader!
Orgasm control & Overstimulation
Suguru loved control. He loved being in charge in the bedroom, dominating you and your pussy.
It fulfilled him, you can say.
Hearing those sweet sounds you release from the overwhelming sensation of his cock drilling into you, or how hungrily his mouth devoured your desperate and sensitive clit when you were already past your limit that made your whole body flow with pleasure and eyes roll back. God, oh how much he loved that.
"F-fuck~-" you shutter under your breath, your back arches as you throw your head back on his shoulder from the force of Suguru ramming his big, calloused fingers into your pussy. Suguru was sat behind you with you in between his legs, his arms sat underneath yours right at the sides of your waist; one hand kept your legs from closing, a habit of yours that showed him that you were close to cumming, while the other hand was busy hitting spots inside your pussy usually his dick would be destroying right now.
"You're close, aren't you?" Suguru murmured from the crease of your neck where he was just laying peppered kisses and small nibbles. He knew you were close to cumming any minute now, with your dripping walls wrapped around his fingers he could feel your pussy begging his fingers to make you finish.
His left arm pulls you closer to his body, creating more access with his right to drive his fingers deeper inside of you which drives your body insane. Suguru picks up the pace, quickly drawing his fingers in and out of your entrance as he curls his fingers when they're fully inside of you; constantly hitting that sensitive spot he knows makes you extra needy.
"But you won't cum unless I tell you to, right?" Suguru spoke smoothly with his low velvety laced tone.
"….Pleeease let me cum Sugu" you say clutching onto his arms with your head hanging forward now with a panted breath, using all your strength you had left to muster up your words. You could feel your legs wanting to give out, the pleasure of his fingers making your vagina and inner thighs fill with butterflies.
"What's the rush? Isn't this what you wanted? It would be selfish of me to stop now." Suguru takes his left hand off of your thigh and draws little circles onto your clit as he continued fucking you with the other. You gasp at the increased stimulation, your legs now starting to feel like jelly as they instinctively begin to shake shut. This didn't stop Suguru, no, it only made him thrust his fingers rougher inside of you and draws more wider circles around your sopping clit. Once….now twice he could feel your vagina beginning to wrap around his fingers again, the rhythm of your walls gripping and letting go becoming more frequent.
Your moans become more pleading and whiny, "I-I can't hold it anymore Suguru…..i'm gonna cum". Suguru ignores your whines and pleas as you can feel your body starting to limp from the overstimulation, your arms slide down from holding onto his biceps. Your body jolts from the orgasm you could feel that was starting to arrive. You moan one last time as your legs, hips and back lock as it arches and you begin to release, sending all your juices to squirt around the bed, quickly causing the bed to become soaked as the sheets absorbed your mess. Suguru quickly withdrawals his fingers from inside of you and on top of your clit but still hugged you from behind as you hit your mark, watching your legs quiver as it happened.
You pant and huff trying to catch your breath, your chest quickly falling and rising as you try collecting yourself. Suguru slowly loosens his grip from your body but still held you close, he plants a kiss on your temple and sighs,
"You came without permission…..now we have to start all over".
m insert: long haired men thots. 「drabble NSFW」
tw: huge size difference, he's highkey tsundere-ish, mind-fucked, implied possessiveness, highkey hentai-y written, mentions of creampie, mentions of ahegao, choking, overstimulation, aftercare, spanking, degradation, etc.
thinking about long haired men who are menacingly tall and grumpy-looking as hell but actually is a very swooned person over you and would pretty much bury someone else for you. Long haired men with broad shoulder, dominant posture, greek god physique, and those massive—massive hands that could cover your entire neck in just one grip. Long haired men who's hair would be all over your figure when untied—the second he gets you beneath his heavy weight. Rustling like crazy as he pound those sweet, pornographic-worthy pussy with his monster sized cock. Colossal enough that it makes you felt like you had a rock imprinted into your stomach. He's such a massive tank that it sends your entire frame into an absolute state of tremor the moment he's done with you. Long haired men whose hand wrapped tightly around your neck whenever he doggied the fuck out of you, driving your entire brain cells into a drowning state of overstimulation. Long haired men who snickered in amusement as he stare over your face—whose too brain-fucked to even care about his presence anymore. Tongue out and drooling, eyes pinning at the back of your head, fingers holding onto the messy, cum & squirt lube-covered bedsheets, thighs breaking beneath his frame. And before you know it, a heavy hand went down to cruelly spank your ass as he purred; "nasty little bitch." Long haired men who would fawn over the drip of sweats descending from your skin, starting from your bare part to the most intimate ones—before he began to pick up his pace once more like a restless dog in heat as his skin and yours touched against each other's. Creating a lewd, sticky sound. And trust me that by the end of this—he'll make sure he has rightfully creampied your stomach to the brim just like what you were always meant for him.
Bonus (aftercare): Long haired men who would bath you in a warm, and cozy water, letting you run through your fingers over his thick scalp whilst he gently scrub the soap across your skin. Long haired men who would binge-watch movies together with you after every ruthless sex, asking if you could brush his hair thoroughly in between. Long haired men who would be all stiff but silently joyful when you went to braid his long hair, or styled it into a ponytail or a bun. Long haired men who would gave u long, and slow kisses against your skin as a proof of his deep, aggressive love that would never need a second verification for him to expressed it.
╰ ˋ ✧ : Geto Suguru, Madara Uchiha, Hashirama Senju, Geshulin, Kokushibo, Uzui Tengen, Charles Smith, Douma, Orochimaru, Carla Tsukinami, Hyuga Neji, Malleus, Alucard, Sephiroth, Kakuzu, Blade, Pantalone, Loki, Daemon Blackfyre, Aemond Targaryen, Tomoe, Bucky Barnes, Luis Serra, Qiuyuan, Zuko..
anybody elses?
Escapee Suguru and his crazy ex wife ⭒˚.⋆ ꒰ mdni ꒱
ac — @/narutoss.ramen on insta
A sudden crash sounded from your kitchen; the oh-so familiar sound of glass shattering echoed through the house.
Stepping into the room, you’re met with the familiar face of your — should be — jailed ex-husband.
His violet eyes met yours amidst the broken glass and blood, “Hi, sweetheart. Missed me?”
Before he could even step closer, you began screaming, not out of fear, never that. But out of rage.
“You asshole! That’s the third time you broke my window,” you flung a nearby vase at him, to which he dodged with surprising speed. Suguru chuckled as the porcelain smashed against the wall, “Awh, that was the one I bought as an apology for my last conviction.”
“Yeah? Well, you were sent back the next week, you maniac!” Stomping over, you grabbed him by the collar of his vest, “Why have you come back this time?” He only grinned, crimson dripping down his cheeks from the minor cuts he sustained.
Suguru moved closer, his large hand groping your ass, “Missed you, baby.”
Now he had you pressed against the wall, your legs heaved over his arms as he fucked you like it was his last — which you both know wasn’t true.
Your nails dug into his broad shoulders hard enough to draw blood, “Shit — why did we ever divorce, this pussy’s always so ready for me.” He purred into your ear, teeth nibbling on your earlobe. “Because — hah — you can’t stay out of jail,” you hissed back.
He dragged his length out slowly, until only the tip remained, “I do it for you, baby. Can’t help it, whenever I see another man look at you, I have to show him his place.” Suddenly, Suguru slammed back into you, “Six feet under.”
cult leader!geto helps you with your sexual frustrations ♡ warnings: 18+, SMUT, DARK CONTENT, teasing, MANIPULATION, noncon -> dubcon, god complex, power play, religion play, virgin!reader, evil suguru geto, edging, filthy… NOT PROOFREAD
⋆˚꩜｡suguru geto, the man you’d hear all over your village. a name spoken so often about a man who others deemed “a miracle worker”. the supposed “healer” of all of your relatives. the ones that have always referred you to contact master geto whenever you have troubles with physical illness, mental grief, sorrow… all of the sorts. every recommendation felt more like a command if you think about it, your relatives make it seem like suguru geto personally had saved your families lives.
you’d brush off the suspicion because you know there was really no other way to remove the pain of yours. there was only one thing to do.
—⠀♱ ⠀
now here you are, alone in a room with him— he who is “the blessed”. he sits comfortably atop the raised platform, head rested against the knuckles of his hand, regarding you with quiet amusement. below him you remain on your knees, pressing your skin upon the cold floor.
“do not get shy on me… i’ve got to attend a meeting in a few,” he says with a lighthearted tone and a convincing smile, it almost makes you open up easier. unfortunately, you never knew where to start. or even how to describe it.
“you went out of your way to meet me, as i did to you, so we shouldn’t be wasting both of our times should we?…” he’d mumble something right after that, his lighthearted demeanor showing a hint of annoyance for a second, you swore you heard him say the word “monkey” out of his mouth. he returns his smile as he looks at you straight in the eye, you turn away and gather the courage to speak.
“your majesty… i… i just feel a little down, troubled breathing, h-heart palpitations…” he gives you a hum in response, making sure you know that he understands your situation to the fullest.
geto chuckles, and gives a sigh you could only consider that is of disappointment. “tell me how it really is, sweetheart.” your heart falls out of your chest. how could you possibly create the wrong answer at a situation like this?
he sees your hesitation now. but he knows you are right. he can physically see the curse restricting your body, one he’s excited to consume for his own, and not for your own good, but he also knows the reason of a curse like that tangling you.
you give him a confused stare, there was nothing else you could say… that is what you were feeling… that was the appropriate response to a deity, your relatives say, such as him.
“confess.” he stands up and you’d further bend your neck to look up at him. “confess, or shall i do it for you?” you were still dazed at his words, giving you no time to process, he steps down the platform and stands in front of you. he gives you a small grin, “your problem requires a little force does it?”
“forc- whaa?”
—⠀♱ ⠀
he’s now got you spread out on a table to discard your mid-length skirt, “how modest” he mumbles, and panties onto the ‘sacred’ floor.
“m-master geto! what are you doing..!?” you’re too shocked to cry, forcibly closing your thighs together to cover yourself. “keep them open.” his hand dives in-between the spot where your thighs meet. “let me explain your problem for you,” he leans over, his hot breath tickling your skin, “since that’ll be much more arousing, wouldn’t it?” his calloused thumb circles gently against your clit.
a feeling you had done to yourself countless of times. it’s just much different when it came from someone else. “hnnh— what are you talking about—?” you try so hard not to moan. you fail.
“i know how you have trouble sleeping, how you have that heavy weight of your chest, as if you couldn’t breath.” his thumb continues to circle over the sensitive bud as a digit of his slowly eases its way inside your embarrassingly soaked hole. tight like the perfect vestal.
“and sometimes.. most times.. you dream about being forcefully shoved of a cock.” he lets out a boisterous laugh. the finger on your cunt curling against the spongy muscle. “you feel like you’re missing out on your youthful years, so you won’t say no to the next person that’ll ask , no force, to touch you.”
you cover your face with your hands, now you’re really crying! though… you can’t bring yourself to deny it.
“you have two hands that work perfectly fine, and you don’t stop me.” his other hand decides to take off the hands that cover you. “i’m so sorry…” he appreciates your embarrassment.
“don’t worry, sweetheart. i’m here to help those in need remember? i’ll take up your request. you don’t have to feel ashamed at all.”
he positions himself back up to get a perfect vision of your body, tilting his neck towards your pussy as he slowly spits out a glob of saliva to count as lube when he adds another finger. “take all of this as a blessing.” your own two fingers have never made you feel so full. your back arches to chase his hands, “master..ge—to…”
you feel it… the tightening that was described in erotica, in movies, the build up to the feeling of pure ecstasy. your moans echo across the room, he didn’t lock any of the doors, but he sees that you’re just fine with the fact. “m-master geto- thank you- thank yo—“
he feels the way you were close. feels the way you will explode of pleasure because of a man you met only now.
he discards his fingers from your sopping hole. licking his lips as he stares and revels the reaction of you being treated soso… unfair. something he was an expert at doing.
and … you didn’t know if you reached your climax or not, you just knew you wanted so much more. you felt heftily betrayed despite the situation that you are at his disposal. “mast-master geto- fingers- please—“ the feeling you had felt seconds ago was so delicious… so freeing… of course you’d be sad.
a suspicious man who’d offer to help you with your frustrations and make you forget the shame that came with it … has now unsurprisingly betrayed you.
you’d watch his darkened eyes through your foggy vision, blurred from your tears, and hear the same disingenuous chuckle he’s been using for the past hour. “another greedy monkey.” he scrunches his face as if he was physically repulsed by the idea. you’d tear up again. it was like there was a switch that had been flipped. master geto seemed so soft and giving at first…!
“wasn’t that enough? i never said i’d make you cum.”
”b-but—“ he sighs. “don’t continue fighting your case. me touching you is enough.” he pinches your clit, you yelp. “you’ve never been touched before, i’ve made you moan,” he mocks the yelp you had just released, giggling to himself. a laugh that lasts for a moment before he switches back to his unsettling attitude that for some reason makes your cunny tighten against thin air!
“do you want to be touched by the others?” you don’t question who “the others” are, you just wanted him!
“n-no-! no! m’not- like that— not a whore-“ you immediately shake your head, stumbling upon your words, “sweetheart, you are exactly that.”
suguru geto thinks nothing of you but a pathetic slut.
he lifted the hand that was previously on your thigh to be in line with your vision, kneading the sticky liquid between his fingers. “this is the incense i have let stain my holy hands.” the sight of the whitish discharge up against your face made you drown in guilt, and it made you even more hungry for him to take more out of you.
“fucking wet and pathetic. you still ask for more?”
he’d look at you all disgusted, and before you make a pathetic whine, his hand shoots forward, spreading your sticky juice all over your face, pressing intently hard across your lips. you’d almost part it to let his digits in, and of course, he notices. “sorry mast—“ he slaps your lips. “i am cleaning, silence.” you’d purr in fear, the scent of your own pleasure making you dizzy. your legs exposed to the cold air of the room doesn’t help so you’d press them together, his other hand would smack your knee too. “tsk. follow my orders, keep them open.”
“if your master is presenting you a lecture, you should listen and abide to their rules, no?” the hand on your mouth would now drag down to your neck, your chest, your stomach, and your clit again. you moan in relief, and yelp right after. the sting of the sorcerer’s slap on your cunt catches you off-guard. “mph-!”
“if you can’t even listen, are you even worthy to be a part of my world?” the previous burden he had promised to ‘exorcise’ has now returned, and your tears start to pool and drip down to your chin. “i pro-promise! mast-master geto— i know- i know you’re the only one who can save me!” every assurance you gave him he’d graciously flick your clit,
“master geto, you are my saviour! m’lord— p-please-“ every beg and crying shame, he flicks it faster n’ faster, “please- fuu— i give my body to you—! you’re the only one who c-could save it!” he smiles at your efforts and rewards you with pleasure. isn’t he a simple god? “that’s more like it.”
you feel it again, … the tightening… the pleasure building up … the reward…
he pulls his hand away, and if he sees you trying to rock your hips for any sort of contact, he moves it farther. “our time here is done.”
“n—noo! master getooo—!” you whine as loud as you could, frustrated by the second time you’ve been duped. “let me cum!”
“i tell you when you cum, okay? not you to decide for your body. you’ve given it to me.” he edges you again, smudging his hand on your thigh to clean the sticky incense from his fingers as he tuts.
“my meeting’s now, put on your skirt and use your panties to clean up the mess you’ve made. you don’t need to wear your underwear, right?”
you were dumbfounded. and just like that, he leaves, you don’t expect much more for him, but it was way different in fantasies.
he does not kill the cursed spirit trapping your body. just so that their would be a sure-fire way you’d come back and be on your knees to ask for his help again. a problem a god could only solve.
a problem he could only solve. <3
shud i write mean gojo ? andd hi im back and will flop to the ground bcuz theres already a hell ton of great jjk writers hehhe,, am taking requests btw :))
MDNI helping your jerk of a boyfriend at the gym wasn't a wise choice
you wonder if it's the struggle that causes his cock to gorge itself so violently, swelling larger every time he drives the bar upward.
suguru getō is currently laying flat on the vinyl bench press pad. his thin cotton shirt is soaked through with sweat and turned see-through, gluing itself to the lean blocks of his six-pack and stretching over his lithe torso every time his chest heaves. he insisted you to sit directly over his lap to "spot" him—a laughable excuse, you think, considering he is literally lifting twice your entire body weight.
and with every methodical rep, it isn't just the bar that surges upward.
beneath your thighs, his cock is thick and raging for attention, hardening into a rigid rod that throbs in his gray sweatpants. you can feel how the the tip weeps into the fabric with pre-cum, nudging against you every time his pelvis subconsciously hoists up with the upward momentum of the lift.
"suguru, what is wrong with you?" you hiss, your hands slipping against the sweat-slicked brawn of his shoulders. his biceps are blown out from the pump—thick, blue veins roping down his forearms like cords as he grips the steel. "this is ridiculous..."
exhaling a raspy chuckle, his tan face flushes a lovely, deep shade of rose with the strain. he catches the iron at the lowest point, letting it graze his wet pectorals and just halts it there, holding it at the bottom so the twitching tent in his pants grinds onto the back of your thighs.
"can't help where the blood goes," he puffs, his amethyst eyes tracking your face with pure ecstasy while that insufferable shit-eating grin rests on his lips. "c’mon sweets… ride out the last two reps with me.”
can SOMEONE make a fic where the reader or the character person thing is a curse and they get eaten by geto (like eaten out iygwim) PLEASW