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please please me | jackson rippner x you
summary | sick of waiting for you to return the favor, jackson finally says please--at least, in the nicest way he knows how. rating | (explicit) tags/warnings | dubious consent, oral sex (male receiving), slut shaming word count | 2.1k+ a/n | happy birthday, cillian <3 thanks for playing this sick fuck
âI'm probably not very frightening to a guy like you...â
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Pairing | Jonathan Crane x patient!reader
Summary | Jonathan Crane wears a weak dose of fear toxin as cologne to his appointments just to put his patients on edge. Heâs particularly fond of how you react to it though.
Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, manipulation, inappropriate use of fear toxin, obvi, very dubious consent, painful sex, fearplay, HEAVY breeding kink, forced breeding, technically housewife kink?, overstimulation, abuse of power?, ionno lol.
Words | 3.3 k
Notes | Based on this post. Credit to @lasagnebats for the idea. (Lowkey the plot kind of deviated from the whole fear cologne thing tbh but itâs still very relevant so whatever lmao)
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NOTES -> Hello hello! im gonna be in uni full time again starting first week of september so uploads will be much slowerrrr im sorry. Iâll try to write as much as i can for u my little loves!
REQUEST -> Based off the prompt 15 from this list here
SUMMARY -> Your boss, Jonathan Crane, plans on isolating you away from your old life, consuming you whole until you become nothing but devoted to him...and you're too naive to see the mind games that the expert psychiatrist is playing.
WORD COUNT -> 3.3k
WARNINGS -> Smut, p in v, soft!dark Jonathan, doctor/nurse relationship, boss/employee relationship, creampie
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Jonathan felt his chest tighten as he narrowed his blue eyes behind his glasses. His focus was locked on you and only you, along with the orderly speaking to you for the last few minutes.
You were a nurse at Arkham, young and bright-eyed, so full of energy â and that caught Jonathanâs attention. Your unusually cheerful demeanour and sweet aura drew him in, whether he liked it or not. Maybe it was how youâd always give him a cute little wave every time heâd pass by you, or maybe it was how youâd smile at him when everyone else seemed to cower away from the stoic doctor.Â
Or maybe it was because once he saw you leaving work in your everyday clothes instead of your usual scrubs, and when you seemingly bent over to pick up your keys which you dropped on the ground, he could see the lace of your pink panties poking out of your low-rise sweatpants â but I guess weâll never know.Â
See, that was the problem. You were so sweet, but you were like that with everyone you worked with; which made Jonathan feel inferior in many ways, but he promised himself that heâd have you eventually.
He didnât want to hurt you by any means â oh god, no. Heâd rather torture himself than watch you suffer through any anguish. However, he did want everyone around you to fall victim to a rather sinister fate if it meant they stayed away from you.Â
Jonathan didnât really consider himself a sadist, but watching those around you seemingly go missing and suddenly quit their jobs at Arkham (unwillingly, of course), derived an innate sense of pleasure within him.Â
That was one of the perks of being the chief psychiatrist â he had all the power in the world to do whatever he pleased within the walls of Arkham, no matter who he hurt in the process. Jonathan would quietly fire many employees who he felt were âtoo friendlyâ with you, but heâd always tell you that theyâd mysteriously quit or that they had changed jobs.Â
âPerhaps they just didnât have it in them to help theâŚunique patients we house here,â heâd say to you. âNot everyone is as dedicated and as kind as you are, you know?âÂ
Foolishly, you let his flattery get into your head; you let yourself fall for him without even realizing it.
You believed that the universe divinely guided you to him. You were sure of it â he was just so kind and understanding. You couldnât believe the other staff of Arkham didnât see him the way you did! How could they dislike him? Fear him?Â
To Jonathan, you were like an angel that fell from above, capturing his cold, dead heart within your warm, beating, and very alive one. You were so kind to the patients, so gentle with them â and your patients only ever had good things to say about you.Â
As you spoke to the orderly in front of you about what you did over the weekend, you noticed your boss looking rather tense from the corner of your eye. His jaw was clenched slightly, and his expression unforgiving. He exhaled sharply before ushering you over toward him, causing you to excuse yourself from your current conversation.Â
âDoctor Crane,â you greeted sweetly, âhow are you?â
âIâm rather stressed today,â he answered softly, taking on that same gentle tone that he always seemed to take with you.Â
âIs everything okay?âÂ
âEverything is fine, but I'm worried about you.â
âWhat do you mean?â you asked innocently, cocking your head to the side slightly as if to emphasize your confusion.Â
âI think perhaps we should speak in my office about this,â he offered. âCome with me, please.âÂ
Your smile suddenly faltered slightly as anxiety and paranoia ran rampant through your veins.
Your paranoid thoughts had to be put on the back burner as you took a seat across from him in his office, watching him as he sat down at his desk. His suit was pristine as always â and today, he opted for a brown sweater vest underneath it.
Youâd count every thread and stitch on his suit for him if he asked you to.Â
âDoctor Craneââ
âJust Jonathan is fine,â he interrupted before clearing his throat. âI wanted to speak to you in private about a certain concern of mine.âÂ
âWhat is it?â
He sighed before he took off his glasses and meticulously placed them on his desk. He leaned forward slightly, and you stayed quiet as he hesitated for a moment before his smooth voice finally cut through the silence in his office between the two of you.Â
âIâm worried that you may be overworking yourself,â he explained, looking at you with his tantalizing eyes. âI notice you pick up shifts and work overtime frequently, and I worry that you may be taking on more than you can handle. As your boss, I just want to make sure that youâre not burning yourself out as that canât be good for you, and I believe in a healthy work-life balance.â
You made an âoâ shape with your mouth, unsure as to what you could say to him â that wasnât what you were expecting him to say to you. Perhaps you had been overworking yourself, but that was just a part of you. Having a strong work ethic was something you strongly believed in, but maybe he was right. You couldnât care for your patients if you were too exhausted to, right?Â
Now that he mentioned it, you were quite tired today. You started to think about it â as of recently, youâd been slamming coffees left right and center to stay awake at work, hadnât you? You just wanted to help out since you were fairly new around here, but maybe it was doing you more damage than good.
Jonathan saw your usually cheerful demeanour deflate in his office, and he looked at you sympathetically, âI know this is not something youâd want to hear, especially from your boss of all people â but I just want to ensure that all my staff are doing well, you know?â
You bit your lip for a mere second, hesitating to speak before you let the words fall from your lips, âYou know, Jonathan, sometimes I feel like youâre the only person here who actuallyâŚcares about me.âÂ
He internally applauded himself â in a moment of vulnerability, you sought out comfort in him. Just like he had planned. Just like he wanted.
âI think youâre an exceptional nurse,â he mused, âand truthfully, I do enjoy working alongside you. So yes, of course, I care about you. I remember when I first started working after finishing my residency, I would exhaust myself constantly. Iâve learned through many years that itâs just not good for you.âÂ
Jonathanâs plan was being executed perfectly â he wanted to isolate you. He wanted you to come running into his arms, far away from everyone else around you. He was on his worst behaviour today, but he believed you brought out the best in him.Â
You werenât overworking yourself, but with Jonathanâs quick wit, years of training in psychology, and exceptional gaslighting skills, you thought perhaps he was right. Maybe you should take some time off of work, you thought.
âTell you what,â he said softly, âhow about you and I have drinks tonight instead? Forget about work and such. I think you need it.â
His words caused your cheeks to heat up. He was your boss, and this was way out of line for a boss to ask an employee. However, it didnât help that you were very attracted to him.
âDrinks?â
âMy place at eight. I have a bottle of cabernet I think youâd enjoy â If I remember correctly, you said it was your favourite?âÂ
âY-yeah,â you stammered. âIt is.âÂ
âSo I'll see you tonight at eight, then,â he smiled softly, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. âIâll text you my address.âÂ
You nodded, slightly starstruck.Â
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Once youâd parked your car on the side of the neighbourhood street, you stepped out into the chilly night, your high heels clicking against the pavement of the ground loudly as you made your way onto his porch.
You gave three soft raps to his front door before you heard shuffling coming from inside the house. After a few moments, the front door swung open gently, and Jonathan stood there with a small smile on his face.
âCome inside,â he ushered you, âmake yourself at home, darling.â
And so you did.Â
You two talked over a few glasses of cabernet, bringing up the topic of work a few times here and there, but he mostly attempted to get to know the real you. What you did in your spare time, what your hobbies were, if you were seeing anyoneâŚ
âOut of curiosity, are you seeing anyone?â Jonathan asked you casually, but his voice dropped an octave as he looked directly at you, resting his hand on your thigh rather boldly. âIâm asking because I've seen the way you look at meâŚâÂ
âI-Iâm sorry?â you stammered, your cheeks feeling warmer and warmer by the second with the way his hand was now resting on your leg. You couldnât deny it now. âI didnât meanâŚum, I just â youâre always so kind to meâŚand Iââ
He shushed you softly, creeping his hand up a little further. âIâm quite flattered, darling. Not to worry,â he purred. âI figured it wouldnât be very appropriate of me to tell you how hard it is for me to not look at you when youâre at work, but after today, I just donât think I can help myself anymoreâŚâÂ
Suddenly, his lips brushed up against yours, and as if it was instinct, your hands came to wrap around his shoulders. He let you pull him in even closer, his hands now coming to rest on your hips as you two kissed feverishly on his couch.
You and him were like a chemical reaction â explosive, unpredictable, and potentially fatal.
âYouâre perfect,â he whispered against your lips in between kisses.Â
A shiver ran down your spine as his hold on your hips tightened slightly, his words causing your brain to short-circuit for a moment before you could think clearly again.Â
âJonathan, Iââ
âDonât speak, just give into it, my darling.â
You let yourself get lost in the constellation that was Jonathan Crane, letting him run his hands all over your body and kiss you with an insatiable hunger. Soft moans left your mouth as he peppered kisses down your jawline and neck, nipping at the delicate skin gently.Â
You wouldâve been worried about him leaving marks because you wouldnât want your boss to see the next day at work â but you had to remind yourself that he was your boss.Â
But none of that mattered when it felt so right; when his lips felt so good against your skin.
âCan I take this off?â he rasped, toying with the strap of your dress.Â
âMhm,â you hummed. âPlease, JonathanâŚâ
Slowly, he took the dress off of your body, gently tossing the garment to the side as he looked at you in absolute awe. It was like looking at a priceless piece of art in a museum exhibit to him â nothing could compare. Even a picture wouldnât do the sight in front of him justice.Â
âShould we go upstairs?â you suddenly asked.Â
Maybe it was the handful of wine youâd shared that evening, or maybe it was just sheer arousal; you werenât sure which one, but all you knew was that you needed him to have his way with you.Â
âYeah, of course,â he agreed, taking your hand in his. âJust up the stairs to the left â I think I'll let you lead the way, darlingâŚâ
The two of you got up from the couch, hand in hand, and Jonathanâs eyes roamed your body from behind as you made your way up the stairs together.Â
Of course, you came prepared â you know, just in case things were to happen. Before you left, you threw on your sexiest, laciest, lingerie underneath your dress, and it was a good thing you did because that investment certainly paid off.
He watched your hips sway in your lingerie, along with the heels you were still wearing (because we simply canât forget about those), and he could feel his cock straining against his pants. âPretty girl,â he mumbled from behind you. âYour body is heavenly.âÂ
âShush,â you giggled, grabbing him by his tie and pulling him close once you reached the bedroom.Â
He looked down at you in the dim lighting of his bedroom, noticing the way your skin was glowing under it. Your hair was slightly messy from making out on the couch earlier, and you had a small smile tugging at your lips â you were perfection if heâd ever seen it.Â
Jonathan kissed you rougher this time, his hands finding their way into your hair, tugging ever so gently against your scalp. He backed you up onto the bed, pushing you down onto it as he undid his tie, looming over your delicate body which was sprawled out on his king-sized bed.Â
After taking his tie off, he threw off his suit jacket and started to unbutton his shirt. You hummed softly, running your heel against his leg as he rushed to get himself out of his clothes. The tent in his pants made it all the more obvious how desperate he truly was for you, but you stayed patient.Â
Once he was on the bed with you, he helped you out of your bra and panties, causing your cheeks to heat up from how exposed you felt. âYouâre cute when you blush,â he commented when he noticed your blush, making you all the more flustered while he undid his belt.Â
After freeing himself, his thick, veiny cock caught your attention, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. He was big â you werenât sure how that was supposed to fit, but right now you were so wet, you were almost certain your walls would stretch out around him with ease.Â
He lined himself up with your dripping entrance, giving himself a few strokes before looking at you with his lip caught between his teeth. âAre you sure?â he whispered, and you nodded feverishly.Â
âPlease,â you whimpered.
Your back was arched and you let out a filthy moan as he slid himself into your warm, sticky cunt with little resistance. The sheer size of him alone had you feeling so full, and he stilled as he bottomed out in you so that you could adjust to him. âTell me when,â he said softly, his hand coming to brush up against your hips softly.Â
âYou can move now,â you breathlessly said, giving him the green light. Your breath got caught in your throat as he started to set a gentle but deep pace, the tip of his cock brushing against that spongy spot inside of you with every thrust.Â
âO-ohââ you moaned.
His hands found purchase on your hips, and his eyes trailed over your face as he fucked you sensually, but slowly, eventually going harder and faster as you got accumulated to him. âSo fucking tight, Jesusââ he choked out. Youâd never heard him curse before, and his smooth voice had you clenching around him, to which he let out another moan. âFuck, darling â you feel so good.âÂ
âMm-hmm!â you squeaked, taking his cock deeper and deeper into your soaked cunt with every stroke. âJonathan, fuckâ!â
âRight there, darling?â he cooed softly, slamming his cock into your hole much rougher now, causing you to see stars as he stretched you open on his thickness. âFeels good, baby?âÂ
âYes, yes, yes â oh my god!â you chanted, grabbing onto his biceps as you felt his fat cock drilling you. You were letting out feverish moans, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you became increasingly more cock-drunk by the minute.Â
Your moans were like music to Jonathan. Like the sound he would hear being played once he died and went to heaven â because to him, this was heaven. Youâd come running into the arms of the man who was slowly isolating you, breaking you; cornering you into his heart.Â
But thereâs always something so right about something so inherently wrong, isnât there?Â
âI can feel you squeezing me,â he groaned, watching you with furrowed brows as he concentrated on your pleasure. âAre you close, darling? Fuck, you are, arenât you?â
âYes,â you whimpered breathlessly, moans being forced out of you with every delicious thrust he gave your cunt. âGonnaâ oh, Iâm gonna cum!âÂ
Jonathan watched in a mixture of pure bliss, awe, and satisfaction as you fell apart in his very hands. Yes â this is where he wanted you. He just wanted to love you, to show you how perfect he was for you, to take care of you and make you see that everyone else around you was just a waste of time.Â
No more talking to orderlies whoâd flirt with you, no more going out for after-work drinks with the other nurses. No, none of that. He was going to make sure that youâd work under him only, figuratively and literally.
âGonâ cum,â he groaned, feeling his cock spurting ropes of cum into your warm, tight hole as he gave you a few more lazy thrusts, not bothering to pull out. Your mind went blank as he filled you up wholly, stuffing you with his sticky, warm seed as you lay there fucked out from what just happened moments prior. âWhy donât you stay over tonight?â
You looked up at him groggily, mind still foggy from your orgasm. âWhat? I work tomorrowââ
âTake a paid day off,â he shrugged, pulling his softening cock out from your worn-out hole. âUse as many as youâd like darling, I wonât tell.âÂ
His teasing words caused you to throw your head back into the pillows blissfully with a sigh, genuinely believing that he only had your best interest at heart â he just didnât want you to overwork yourself. Itâs not like he was planning on totally locking you away from every living being in Gotham besides him or anythingâŚ
âI feel bad though,â you murmured sleepily. âI feel like Iâm â I dunno â abusing my privileges.âÂ
âDonât be ridiculous, pretty girl,â Jonathan assured you softly, turning off the lights so that only the moonlight was dimly shining into his bedroom. He placed a soft kiss on the top of your head as he pulled the covers over you both, cradling you in his arms like you were made of fine china. âYou know I only want whatâs best for you.â
âYouâre so lovely, Jon. You truly have such a kind soul.âÂ
âSurely nothing compared to yours, my darling,â he whispered against your hair as you closed your eyes. âNow, get some rest. We can talk about moving your things in here in the morningâŚâ
Unfortunately, you had already dozed off in his embrace; too busy being washed away by sleep to hear his words. Jonathan smiled to himself â heâd never let you go now. Youâd lost all control the moment you stepped into his house, unknowingly making yourself a hostage of some sort. Â
In the end, as you clung to him, believing he was the saviour from your exhaustion, you failed to see that it was his âloveâ that had slowly consumed you whole, leaving you nothing but a hollow shell, devoured by the very hands that promised refuge.
Sometimes, the most dangerous traps are the ones we walk into willingly, thinking theyâre the key to our freedom, as they say. But the cruel irony of it all is that we think weâre being saved from the jaws of this terrible world, only to be eaten alive by those who we call our saviours.Â
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one year i turned thirteen and that was it for me. destroyed.
[ SMAU + DRABBLE ] đđđđđ đđđđ ! ( fifth installment ) in which you find toji fushiguroâs number off a sugar baby site .
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë part; one. two. three. four. five.
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë incl; toji fushiguro
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë cw; sugar mommy! reader , sugar baby! toji , mommy kink , drug + alcohol usage , smut drabble , submissive toji , soft sex , profanity
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë an; guys⌠i donât know what took over me when i wrote this oneâŚ.im sorry ,, also yes drabble time, you all knew this would happen eventually donât act surprised đđđ
masks are scary, right? the big ugly masks that jump out right in front of you, making your heart race and your blood pumping through you eagerly and a wet spot in your panties from arousal. that's what suguru caught onto when he tried scaring you with a ghost mask, emphasis on tried, because by the end of the night he was fucking you with the mask on.
suguru always tried to scare you when he could, whether that be to purposely come home early and wait in the dark, or just hide under the bed and grab your ankle. it was pure fun for the both of you, he loved seeing your pretty smile and hearing that laugh of yours once you realized it was him, that was until you threw him for a spin.
again suguru bought a mask and decided to scare you, nothing new besides the fact that when he jumped out to scare you, there was a smile on your face. your chest rising and falling, that's when he knew you were a little freak who got turned on by his scream mask, so he had to test out the waters more.
taking off his shirt to show you how he looked and that got you turned on even more, what was innocent fun turned into full-blown fucking. suguru didn't know whether to be turned on or scared, all he knew was that you looked sexy drooling over him in a mask.
it wasn't just the clichĂŠ scream mask that turned you on, making your cheeks warm and wanting to twist and turn with pleasure, it was the fact that suguru was the one under it. his long hair slipping out eh mask and his body on display for you, it was sexy, he didn't look like the original, yet he still gave off the scary aura that made your heart race and pussy wet.
to add on to the âactâ he even got a little rough with you, one hand on your neck while he squeezed it while pushing deep inside of you and pressing into your lower stomach so that you could get overstimulated. the work he put in that particular night made your pussy drip to its core, it was too much, and you loved it, like role-play.
that's when suguru decided to do it occasionally, you never knew when he was going to pull out that mask and pin you down to the bed, it was a great surprise. he loved how your face got whenever he slid the mask on, your eyes lighting up and your thighs clenching together. he loved how you got scared for a moment, but the terror turned into you being turned on, he wanted to see that transformation in your face all the time.
chasing you around the house to add onto the terror, once he caught up to you, he would pick you up and throw you over his shoulder and walking you to the bedroom to fuck you stupid, this was everything you wanted and more. something that you never knew turned you on had you squirting back to back, and once he got tired he'll take off his mask and shower you with kisses.
it wasn't like the mask wasn't scary, sometimes when you stared at it too long you would think back to the popular movie and shudder but when he was pushing himself deep inside of you while spouting out dirty things, your brain couldn't think, pleasure was the only thing in your mind.
you could still tell that was your loving boyfriend under the mask fucking you crazy, making you cum until your legs were shaking, your toes were curling, and you were moaning out for him. the turning you around, fucking you even harder to see your ass bouncing back on him.
sometimes it's nice to try new things, even if it's scary.
pls pls pls write a gojo angsty smut based off the song wasted times by the weeknd, ILL GIVE YOU A KISS đ
the nights got longer, dinner got colder, by the time satoru would come back home you would already be in deep sleep. you didn't want to believe whatever bad thoughts your mind was telling you, but everything pointed to satoru being someone else's, a part of you didn't want to believe it, but your heart ached.
your heart ached for him every night, sliding your arm on his side of the bed where the sheets lied cold, it hurt, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything about it, that was until you smelled a scent that never came through your nostrils, a sweet hint of vanilla, and before you could smell it again, his clothes were already in the washer.
âwhat was that?â crossing your arms and leaning against the door frame, watching him walk out the laundry room, his eyes tracing over you before smiling, taking a few steps closer to you before leaving an open distance. weird, all of this was weird, and you couldn't bare to be in this uncomfortable state he left you in every day.
âwhat was what, baby?â his eyes trailing over you again before mirroring your body language and crossing his arms, stepping closer again before leaving another open space. it was like he was scared to come closer to you because he wasn't expecting for you to be awake.
âwho are they? who have you been fucking?â the words crawling out of your mouth with no hesitation and satoru's opening his with nothing coming out, just a few stammers before he tried to find his standing.
âno one. where is this coming from?â his eyes glossy as he stares directly into yours, before your eyes divert from his. you couldn't care to look at him until your heart believed that you were the only one living in his. all the signs were clear as day, but there was still a part of you that wanted you to believe that satoru wasn't that kind of man.
âwhere have you been? and what is that smell? why won't you touch me?â you start to choke up but hold yourself back when you realize he doesn't need to see you cry, there was no reason to, there were no answers given yet, you had to wait it out.
âthey've been working me-â satoru didn't have time to finish his sentence before you cut him off, fuck this.
âwhose they?â your eyes running back up to his eyes and he wasn't shaking, his body was still and even though you weren't looking at you before, his eyes were still on you, even if you didn't want to look at him. his eyes were always going to stay on you no matter what, you were always in the back of his mind, when he was sleep, taking a shower, eating, working, everything he was thinking about included you.
that's why when he came back from work he would walk to your side of the bed and crotch down and look at your beautiful face, not wanting to leave you but having to. his hand on your hip as he rubbed his thumb around a tiny spot on you, giving you a peck on the lips before taking a shower.
âwork baby, work. what? am i getting cheating accusations now?â a little laugh coming out as he walks closer to you, holding out his hand and grabbing yours, putting his other hand on your cheek, leaning in and giving you a peck on the lips.
this shouldn't have made you feel at ease, but it did, you should've gotten more answers before letting him kiss you, let alone touch you, but his touch and scent made you melt under, why did you believe him? and why did you need him?
your hand slipping out of his grip and your arms going around his neck as he continues to kiss you, his kisses slipping lower to your neck and licking over your sweet spot, his hands sliding in your shorts and gripping your ass. the bulge in his pants pushing against your core, his sweet taste slipping into your mouth, making your eyes flushes.
his touch felt so good, especially the way he was gripping you, you were almost about to fall over from how good you felt, but satoru wasn't done. sliding his hands out of your shorts and pulling them down to your legs, letting them slip down while he slid your panties to the side, even one second would be too long so he just did your panties to the side while he pulled down his pants and briefs with the others.
his dick popping out, eager to be inside you, wrapping his hand around his length and lining himself up with you, sliding his length on your wet core, a small whimper coming out. still kissing him as your moans fall into his mouth, your back pushed against the wall and satoru slowly pushing himself inside of you.
âfuck⌠i missed you.â pushing himself deeper inside of you, satoru running his hands down your sides and on the back of your thighs, picking you up. his dick pushing into your wet spot making you throw your head back, satoru taking the opportunity to kiss your neck, that sweet taste he missed dispersing into his mouth, his cheeks flushed red.
your legs wrapped around him and his hands gripping your ass, your flesh all i his hands, each time he thrusts into you, he grips you harder, your moans coming out nonstop, he could touch your sweet spot with ease so you were in constant pleasure. holding your head back up and looking him in the eyes, they weren't the vibrant blue you would usually look at, but instead dark, almost unsettling until you realized his eyes were dilated.
satoru still pushing into you as he taps his forehead on yours, kissing you again before looking at you again.
âi'll never stop loving you, okay?â kissing again and looking at you, repeating the pattern, he never wanted to take his eyes off of you, like you were going to disappear from his clutch if he did.
âokay.â your eyes fluttering up at him as he goes in for a deeper kiss, before he pushes into you harder, his tip pressing into you making you yelp with pleasure, it was overstimulating.
âi want you to know that, baby, you're the only one for me.â
pls pls pls write a gojo angsty smut based off the song wasted times by the weeknd, ILL GIVE YOU A KISS đ
the nights got longer, dinner got colder, by the time satoru would come back home you would already be in deep sleep. you didn't want to believe whatever bad thoughts your mind was telling you, but everything pointed to satoru being someone else's, a part of you didn't want to believe it, but your heart ached.
your heart ached for him every night, sliding your arm on his side of the bed where the sheets lied cold, it hurt, but you couldn't bring yourself to say anything about it, that was until you smelled a scent that never came through your nostrils, a sweet hint of vanilla, and before you could smell it again, his clothes were already in the washer.
âwhat was that?â crossing your arms and leaning against the door frame, watching him walk out the laundry room, his eyes tracing over you before smiling, taking a few steps closer to you before leaving an open distance. weird, all of this was weird, and you couldn't bare to be in this uncomfortable state he left you in every day.
âwhat was what, baby?â his eyes trailing over you again before mirroring your body language and crossing his arms, stepping closer again before leaving another open space. it was like he was scared to come closer to you because he wasn't expecting for you to be awake.
âwho are they? who have you been fucking?â the words crawling out of your mouth with no hesitation and satoru's opening his with nothing coming out, just a few stammers before he tried to find his standing.
âno one. where is this coming from?â his eyes glossy as he stares directly into yours, before your eyes divert from his. you couldn't care to look at him until your heart believed that you were the only one living in his. all the signs were clear as day, but there was still a part of you that wanted you to believe that satoru wasn't that kind of man.
âwhere have you been? and what is that smell? why won't you touch me?â you start to choke up but hold yourself back when you realize he doesn't need to see you cry, there was no reason to, there were no answers given yet, you had to wait it out.
âthey've been working me-â satoru didn't have time to finish his sentence before you cut him off, fuck this.
âwhose they?â your eyes running back up to his eyes and he wasn't shaking, his body was still and even though you weren't looking at you before, his eyes were still on you, even if you didn't want to look at him. his eyes were always going to stay on you no matter what, you were always in the back of his mind, when he was sleep, taking a shower, eating, working, everything he was thinking about included you.
that's why when he came back from work he would walk to your side of the bed and crotch down and look at your beautiful face, not wanting to leave you but having to. his hand on your hip as he rubbed his thumb around a tiny spot on you, giving you a peck on the lips before taking a shower.
âwork baby, work. what? am i getting cheating accusations now?â a little laugh coming out as he walks closer to you, holding out his hand and grabbing yours, putting his other hand on your cheek, leaning in and giving you a peck on the lips.
this shouldn't have made you feel at ease, but it did, you should've gotten more answers before letting him kiss you, let alone touch you, but his touch and scent made you melt under, why did you believe him? and why did you need him?
your hand slipping out of his grip and your arms going around his neck as he continues to kiss you, his kisses slipping lower to your neck and licking over your sweet spot, his hands sliding in your shorts and gripping your ass. the bulge in his pants pushing against your core, his sweet taste slipping into your mouth, making your eyes flushes.
his touch felt so good, especially the way he was gripping you, you were almost about to fall over from how good you felt, but satoru wasn't done. sliding his hands out of your shorts and pulling them down to your legs, letting them slip down while he slid your panties to the side, even one second would be too long so he just did your panties to the side while he pulled down his pants and briefs with the others.
his dick popping out, eager to be inside you, wrapping his hand around his length and lining himself up with you, sliding his length on your wet core, a small whimper coming out. still kissing him as your moans fall into his mouth, your back pushed against the wall and satoru slowly pushing himself inside of you.
âfuck⌠i missed you.â pushing himself deeper inside of you, satoru running his hands down your sides and on the back of your thighs, picking you up. his dick pushing into your wet spot making you throw your head back, satoru taking the opportunity to kiss your neck, that sweet taste he missed dispersing into his mouth, his cheeks flushed red.
your legs wrapped around him and his hands gripping your ass, your flesh all i his hands, each time he thrusts into you, he grips you harder, your moans coming out nonstop, he could touch your sweet spot with ease so you were in constant pleasure. holding your head back up and looking him in the eyes, they weren't the vibrant blue you would usually look at, but instead dark, almost unsettling until you realized his eyes were dilated.
satoru still pushing into you as he taps his forehead on yours, kissing you again before looking at you again.
âi'll never stop loving you, okay?â kissing again and looking at you, repeating the pattern, he never wanted to take his eyes off of you, like you were going to disappear from his clutch if he did.
âokay.â your eyes fluttering up at him as he goes in for a deeper kiss, before he pushes into you harder, his tip pressing into you making you yelp with pleasure, it was overstimulating.
âi want you to know that, baby, you're the only one for me.â
[ SMAU ] đđđđđ đđđđ ! in which you find toji fushiguroâs number off a sugar baby site .
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë part; one. two.
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë incl; toji fushiguro
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë cw; sugar mommy! reader , sugar baby! toji , allusions to sex , profanity
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë an; never did i think iâd be doing solo characters but here we are⌠to my lovely followers who were active on my blog yesterday, you know exactly what inspired this LMFAOOOOO
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë idea creds; @andiebeary everyone thank them and their beautiful big brainđ¤¤
[ SMAU ] đđđđđ đđđđ ! ( second installment ) in which you find toji fushiguroâs number off a sugar baby site .
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë part; one. two.
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë incl; toji fushiguro
ŕ¨ŕ§Ë cw; sugar mommy! reader , sugar baby! toji , allusions to sex , mentions of dubious consent/manipulation , profanity
girl dad!sukuna has taken over my life
you'd left for the grocery store an hour ago, and sukuna wondered what you could possibly be doing there for that long. nonetheless, he sat in the living room, surrounded by stuffed animals at his daughter's tiny round table. he shifted uncomfortably in the miniature chair he sat in for the 'tea party', and watched as layla shoved her tiara back on top of her head.
"daddy," she said. "tea?"
sukuna sighed but nodded. "yes, baby."
her little squeal made his heart do weird things, and she tilted the teapot in her hand into the cup in front of him.
"whoa, whoa!" sukuna yelled, earning a confused look from layla. "that's enough tea; it's gonna overflow."
his daughter slapped her hand over her mouth, something she learned from you, but loud giggles escaped. "sorry, daddy."
with a soft smile on his face, sukuna adjusted the crown of his headâit dug into his scalp. "now, give mr squishy a cookie; he's starting to eat my fingers."
layla continued her contagious giggles, aimlessly tossing a wooden cookie at the stuffed bear.
sukuna glanced at the clock again but paused when he heard his daughter whispering to her stuffed devil (courtesy of your husband). he was about to put on a character to make her laugh again, but when he heard her words, he tilted his head.
"...that's my daddy... he's big and strong... i love daddy."
now, sukuna didn't cry. sure, he'd teared up happily when layla was born, and on the night of your wedding when he realised he'd be spending the rest of his life with you. but he couldn't recall the last time tears actually fell from his eyes.
until now.
"kuna?" your voice rang through the room, and he jolted, wiping the wetness from his cheeks haphazardly. he didn't even hear you come in.
sukuna scrunched his face up in confusion because what the fuck? he doesn't even remember starting to cry.
"what happened?" the worry in your voice was what brought him back to the moment, and he laughed deeply, shaking his head.
"nothing," he grumbled, looking at layla, who sat there, eyes wide with fear. "the tea was too hot."
and when his daughter fell back into a fit of giggles, squealing about 'daddy being funny', sukuna knew he'd changed; the phenomenon of having a child had officially broken his cold, cold heart.
of course other women want your boyfriend
pairing: nanami kento x reader
tags: nanami is 34. is that a warning? lol.
"your dad's kinda hot."
the bar isn't too full, just the regular crowd, and then some. of course there were other college kids, none that you knew. well, except this one.
you've seen aiko around, always at the back of the class. not that that's worth shaming, you ended up back there too often due to sleepy mornings to be looking down on her.
no, it's the constant bitching and laughing during class that pissed you the fuck off. not an ounce of respect or decorum for the rest of you depressed losers just trying to make it out of class with notes that made sense, or the poor professor, who has long since given up on admonishing her. so maybe you did once tell her off in the middle of class a week before finals. just once. or twice.
and here she is, having tapped on your shoulder as you were sipping your drink, bitching and laughing with her friends hanging behind her, snickering along.
"that's not my dad," you reply, ticked off.
Bad Boys Bring Roses - G.S.
Synopsis. Youâve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?
Pairing. Yakuza boss! Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, yakuza! au, fake marriage, annoyances to lovers, elders suck, mentioned k*lling (not reader or Satoru), Satoru is INSANE and SO down bad, one bed trope, praise, biting, oral (fem receiving), fĂngering, unprotected, crĂŠampie, spitting, overstim, flower language, knĂves, bit dark, HAPPY ENDING, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 9.1k (whoopsies)
A/N. I just HAD to get this out of my mind like I wanna write an entire book series on this. Spent too long researching rose language as well so see if yâall catch that hehe.
You thought the wedding invitation was a joke when it had arrived - a delicate, lacey little card that youâve probably read over a million times by now. It had been stuffed haphazardly into your mailbox, along with a ridiculously large bouquet of purple roses. Seemingly inconspicuous when you first tore into the thick envelope, wondering which one of your friends was getting married now.Â
And it was - that is, until you saw your name at the very top - right where the blushing brideâs was supposed to be.Â
We hereby formally invite you to the marriage ofâŚ
What?Â
No return address. No date. No groomâs name either. Only yours, written in beautiful, golden writing - inviting you to your own wedding, exactly a week from now.