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ᱬ ࣪𖤐 thoughts of girl dad! suguru meeting reader and possibly wanting to be boy dad! suguru after overhearing his girls talking one night. because why not?

ageless/minors dni. 18+ content on the final few parts including multiple positions, p in v with one intention - mention of breeding kink if you squint. generalised NSFW content. f! reader.

as always, reblogs/likes are always appreciated! enjoy ᱬ ࣪𖤐

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girl dad! suguru who always manages to lose the twins one way or another at the local market only for them to be brought back by a random young woman every time.

girl dad! suguru who knows the twins are up to something but he can’t quite figure out what as he watches them look around, giggling and whispering to each other.

girl dad! suguru who goes through all the emotions until one day the girls drag back another poor young woman, giggling when they shout out for their daddy only to see your bewildered face looking between him and the twins.

girl dad! suguru who kneels down to scold the two of them only for mimiko to jump onto him, smiling when she proudly announces that she and nanako have found who they want to be their momma as they point to you, bigger smiles on their faces.

girl dad! suguru who almost chokes on air at what he’s just heard, looking up at you from his knelt position as you blink in confusion, girls squealing in delight, shouting out he’s going to do it.

girl dad! suguru who lets go of the breath he's been holding when he sees you smile, letting out your own laugh at the outbursts from the young girls in the middle of the market, drawing the attention of passers-by.

girl dad! suguru who stands up and apologises for the way his girls had behaved only for you to shake you head, dismissing his apology as you explained you found them just standing alone.

girl dad! suguru who watches you bend down and and ask the girls if they would like a sweet treat from a stall you know, adding on “that’s if it’s okay with your daddy”. smiling with a nod as the girls squeal in joy, dragging him as they follow behind you.

girl dad! suguru who, when you all reach the stall, goes to pay for the treats only for you to stop him. “they’re on the house, for these two angels”. who’s worried the stall owner will notice but is shocked when you tell him you’re the owner and you don’t mind at all.

girl dad! suguru who spends a good while watching you interact with not only his girls but with the public, offering sweet smiles and giggles as you engage with each person you see.

girl dad! suguru who finds himself spending more time at the market when you're there, making the excuse that the girls love your treats but who can’t help but find himself falling in love with you each second he spends with you. managing to get your number so he can order stuff from you and totally not to spend more time talking to you.

girl dad! suguru who, after quite a while, bites the bullet and asks you out on a date, half expecting you to turn him down as he has kids, only for you to accept because you see him for him, and not as a dad with baggage like most others had called the twins.

girl dad! suguru who not only spoils his girls but you as well, everything seemed to click perfectly when you entered their lives and he didn’t want this to end. taking you out on cinema dates, romantic meals, and stay-at-home dates where the girls would be involved in things like helping you brush and braid his hair - you loved every moment, and so did he and the twins.

girl dad! suguru who eventually asks you to marry him with help from the twins. you couldn’t help but cry at everything you saw, from the homemade banners to the meal to the dark purple ring nestled snugly in an open box in the hand of the man you loved.

girl dad! suguru who, along with your help, makes sure the girls are involved in every single bit of wedding planning and ultimately, your big day when you both become husband and wife.

girl dad! suguru who loves how you throw yourself headfirst into being a momma for the twins, taking them shopping, dropping them at school, parent's evenings, the works all while keeping your baking business running.

girl dad! suguru who one night, overhears you, nanako and mimiko talking about things while you put them to bed after a story, mainly how the girls wanted to have a baby brother because they wanted to be big sisters. hearing you say they’d “need to see what daddy thinks of the idea first”, making sure to step away from the open door the second you turn and walk through, closing it softly.

girl dad! suguru who smirks at the look of shock on your face from not expecting him to be there, before bending down to throw you over his shoulder, laughing at the squeak you make as you grip onto the back of his t-shirt, making sure to keep a loving grip on your waist.

girl dad! suguru who places you gently on your shared bed before hovering over you, peppering your face with kisses until he stops at your ear, hot breath fanning against your skin as he mutters words of love and adoration.

girl dad! suguru who smirks when you suck in a breath when you hear him mutter “i heard what the girls said to you princess, so let’s get to work on giving them that baby brother, yeah?”.

girl dad! suguru who wastes no time ridding you both of your clothes before pushing himself between your legs, groaning out at the feeling of your walls clamping down on him tightly, not wanting to let go.

girl dad! suguru who fucks you relentlessly in a variety of positions with the desire of pumping you full of his cum, until you can’t take no more. until you're stuffed so full while being a blabbering mess beneath him.

girl dad! suguru who fucks you relentlessly in the nastiest mating press you’ve ever felt with the sole intention of breeding you, making your figure rounder and breasts full with milk as you carry his child, a child that’s half you and half him.

girl dad! suguru who has every intention of becoming boy dad! suguru as well that he’ll always fuck another child into you should your first one together be a girl - not that you, or your puffy pussy mind one bit.

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_Wildflower_

Everytime you touch me I wonder how he felt

Pairs: #Satoruxreader and Suguruxreader

Tw: angst, literally sad

Inspired by the song Wildflower by Billie Eilish, you know it's about to be heavy on the heart

_14th February 2017_

"Suguru?"

The quick breath he let out was immediately sucked back into his throat as he raised a rough palm over his face making sure to wipe at the bottom of his eyelids, he was already short of breath and his head felt heavy of the constant-

"Are... Are you crying?"

At his side in less than a second you wrapped your arms around his frame and hugged him, his been alone for alittle bit to long in the bedroom of the hotel you booked for valentines day

"I got some of that heart shaped chocolates from the store down at the lobby"

Your voice soft and your tender hands rubbed at his temples to soothe any ache, fingers softly caressing his head and lead down to his soft, slightly wet from the shower he took, long strands of hair.

"The ones with the caramel inside?"

His voice was hoarse and cracked with each word, just how long has he been crying by himself?

"Yeah, you wanna talk about what's wro-"

"I found this movie Satoru suggested we could watch"

Suguru's warmth left your body as he got up from the bed and walked to the TV to set it up, Satoru hasn't spoken to him-or you since you announced your relationship.

_30th June 2016_

"I don't-I don't fucking understand why... Why she would just up and L-leave like that"

A angry huff of air escaped his nose, he paced the hard wood floor and dragged a hand down his face, his teeth clenched so hard he could break his molers, Satoru was pissed and fucking heartbroken, it hurt so bad that he couldn't breathe properly

"Satoru... I'm sorry"

"No suguru it's not... It's not your fault, I fucking I fucking l-loved her so much"

Gojo couldn't stop the crack in his voice for the second time, unbeknownst to himself a lone tear from his face down his pale cheek and til he tasted the salty liquid he shook his head and covered his face with both of his hands

Crouched down into Suguru's arms he wailed til his body shook, his tall frame felt so small into his best friends arms. Even though you left Satoru, Suguru have never seen him cry

"It's gonna be okay I promise, you'll get through this"

_July 2016_

Blue eyes met Purple irises, Gojo bumped his shoulder against Geto as he passed him

"Wait-Satoru.."

"Shut up"

Suguru choked up and he clutched his phone tighter, Satoru saw your ID caller on his phone as they stood outside the candy store before the start of the movie

"... What about the movie"

"I thought... Fuck the movie, don't ever fucking speak to me again-You... YOU FUCKING HEAR DON'T FUCKING SPEAK TO ME!"

Blue eyes blown out in anger, the silence so loud Suguru could practically hear the shatter of his heart, couldn't even speak a word to stop Satoru from walking away from him. He tried, he really tried to say something to ease some hurt to not get that fucking look from his best friend each time they crossed paths.

_December 2018_

"Suguru... I love you"

The warmth that spread across his chest made him feel so hot that the redness was evident from his eyes to his neck and cheeks

"I-im sorry for springing this on so quickly I just really wanted to express my feelings I know it's been really awkward this year but I feel so... I feel so comfortable with you, your so understanding and and helpful and I couldn't imagine being with someone else-"

The feeling of his lips onto your own felt like a rush of cool air on a hot day, like warmth on a snow day, it felt like it was meant to be. You made mistakes in the past but Suguru is not going to be another mistake that's a promise.

His hands smoothed over your flushed cheek as you slept fast asleep, your swollen lips dried with the mixture of his and your saliva, your skin tattered with his marks. Satoru... Why does he think of Satoru everytime you are together, it hurts sometimes, like he was burning on the inside

"I know... I crossed the line-"

Suguru spoke against your hair as he moved closer and hugged your body closer to his own

"But... Do you ever think of him... See him in the back of your mind when you look at me too?"

Subconsciously he hugged your body tighter against his own muttering how he should just put it all behind him. It's been two years since he last saw his best friend and you were already... Carrying something so precious inside you.

Oh lord have mercy.

Imagine you're a video editor. You're hired to edit porn videos...yes we're open minded and get paid a lot for it.

I'm really seeing Suguru but could absolutely work with Satoru, Toji, maybe Sukuna (my man thoo)

I mean, I could say more but ugh your smutty little brain is so good I don't *need* to say more

Kisses 😘🧎‍♀️

HELL YEAH I love your ur brain more queen

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MDNI

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You're always behind the screen editing porn… maybe you’ll be in front of it this time.

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Not proof read and sorry its kinda shorttt

⯌ Warnings

Oral m!receiving, porn, uploading nudes without permission but reader didn’t mind <3, live stream of sex, degradtion, penis in vag sex, unprotected (wrap before you tap), spit, saliva, creampies, breeding kink.

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Click 

That was the average sound of you sending another edited video making sure it wasn’t blurry and shit like that. That perfect 4k video was sent to none other than Suguru Geto.

A famous porn star.

You two were close. Bestfriends. But boundaries were slim that's why you were perfectly fine doing all of this. 

He doesn’t even fuck other girls but all he does is masturbation and a shit load of toys on his big cock. Yet it’s just him, he has millions of twitter followers. So you get paid quite well.

He sent you another video, it was him whimpering like a little bitch, stroking his cock sluggish and drawn out. You can lie, sometimes it makes you horny. In your defence you’re just a woman!

It was quite a blurry video. It was annoying that he couldn’t get a new camera. You didn’t mind because you have a daily editing job just because his camera is super blurry.

You went and changed the settings making it so clear, it’s basically better than your eyesight. The thick throbbing veins and the shiny white pre-cum is such a pretty sight. Before you got too into it, you quickly sent it to him. With that you slammed your computer shut.

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Suguru got the message and almost uploaded it before he realized… that’s not his cock. That's a pussy. A cleanly shaved wet video of a pussy. And it’s a pretty one too.

Yeah unfortunately you shut your computer too quickly to check. And you like editing your own videos. You need to practice your editing skills somewhere!

But he uploaded it anyway.

It blew up so fast. Thousands of likes, of just you fingering your pussy, with sweet moaning sounds in the background. Yeah he really liked it too. You open his twitter account to see how the video was doing.

 You saw what he posted and your heart dropped.

But in a weird way you felt good looking at all the good, postive comments. Saying how pretty you looked. But one made you soaked.

 “Bro, Suguru and this chick should do a video together. It would be mouth watering.” 

You gulped when you got a text from Suguru. It was a screen shot of that comment with an “?” under it. 

That's how you ended up driving to his house with a shaky hand on the wheel. When you pulled up front you were shocked at how fancy the mansion was. But all you could really think about was having that cock you had to look at for years over screen and hope you had it, was finally gonna be inside of you.

At least that’s what you hoped.

When you got in he already was naked and had a live stream on. He quickly undressed you and forced you on your knees. Everyone was freaking in the comments on how this is the first time he did porn with someone and how you were so hot. 

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You were giving mind shattering head for hours, and more, and more people joined the live. You were getting needy. Especially with the fact you couldn’t touch yourself since your hands were tied behind your back.

He finally pulled his cock out of your warm mouth that had saliva running out of it down your chin, which he seemed to like. (and the rest of the viewers.)

He turned you around and you fell into a deep arch since your knees were only on the ground and you couldn’t catch yourself since your hands were tied. He moved the camera to have a clear view of your pussy and ass and his cock for a close up.

You sobbed when he slammed in, hard and fast. No lingering and slowness like his jerking off videos, just complete feral, animalistic thrusts, of his taking of whats his. You were his best friend but god he’s always wanted you and this is just making him act like an animal who hasn't eaten in days. 

He wrapped his arm around your body rubbing quick circles on your clit. He was getting so close. So, so close.

And people watching isn’t okay with him right now. 

He threw the camera. 

“Take it you stupid slut.” He said, his teeth clenched in a voice that made you clench around him. 

He came almost instantly. His cum drizzling down your legs as he tried to keep fucking it into you like a man with no brain. Both of your fluids mixed creating something he thought was the most beautiful thing ever. (It was)

You passed out after a mind shattering orgasm, Suguru took some pics of your cream pied pussy and posted it after the live ended quickly because of him.

He held you close, both falling asleep in his comfy bed.

Later on the both of you made your own twitter channel. (it blew up)

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If you want this re-written i understand this isn't one of my best sorryyy

freaky!yn headcanons

pairing: geto x fem reader

cw: yandereish behavior, emotionally dependent yn, yn is FREAKY! this is not normal behavior

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freaky!yn who has never had a stable or healthy relationship, so when she becomes attached to someone like geto, it quickly turns into an unhealthy obsession.

freaky!yn who becomes fixated on him to the point where it clouds her judgment, and she believes that she cannot live without him, even though she has never fully acknowledged how toxic the dynamic is.

freaky!yn who cant stand the idea of geto interacting with anyone else.

freaky!yn who would go to great lengths to sabotage those interactions, whether it is passive aggressively pulling him away or confronting the other party.

freaky!yn who when geto pulls away, often, it leaves her confused and desperate to do anything to get him back.

freaky!yn who craves constant validation from geto, whether it is compliments, physical affection, or simple attention. she thrives off his occasional words of affection, and she uses them as fuel to keep going, even when he withdraws.

freaky!yn who without that validation, she spirals into insecurity and doubts her worth.

freaky!yn who constantly tries to do things to prove herself to him, feeling like she needs to work harder to earn his attention and affection.

freaky!yn whos inexperience makes her vulnerable to manipulation, as she thinks anything he does to her (good or bad) is love or attention.

freaky!yn who doesnt know how relationships should work, and she gets overly excited about every little thing geto does.

freaky!yn who lacks the social skills to know how to properly express affection. often physically clingy.

freaky!yn who will constantly touch geto, trying to initiate affection or just hoping to feel close to him.

freaky!yn who doesnt know how to balance her needs, her actions will come off as desperate at times.

freaky!yn who will go out of her way to make geto happy. if geto were to want something, whether it her time, attention, or even something more physical (never), she would give it to him without hesitation

freaky!yn who has no sense of personal boundaries, as shes learned to put others needs before her own. yn believes that if she gives enough of herself, she will earn his love.

freaky!yn who if she feels like she has failed him in anyway, she will beat herself up over it, thinking its her fault and that she needs to change herself to please him.

freaky!yn who believes she is not good enough for geto and that she will lose him if she doesnt keep trying.

i feel sad

this.. isnt mdni right…

it hypocritical for me to make mdni

i think. its suggestive angst

oh shit yeah i love freaks

in which: u a freak, it gets more suggestive the more you scroll

w: shoko, sukuna, geto x fem reader

a/n: sukunas texts are dialogue brcus it’s 1000 years ago

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ughhh this is buns

the only one i tried on was sukuna lolol i dont even like his either

IM FUCKING CRYING I WROTE THIS AT 2AM WHEN YN SAID “i think u like jt when i cltouch u” I MEANT LIKE TOCUHING HIS ARM AND MUSLCES AND STUFF NOT DOWN THERE

im actually such a freak.

^ no jk im amazing!🤩

suguru band!au

a/n: you are shokos sister shoko is in a mid western emo band and geto is the bassist/song writer skmetimes

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why cant sideblogs do anything …. i had to move my WHOLE 5 posts.

mdni!!! (≧∀≦)

UMMMMM UHHHHHHH BLAME THIS ON THIS POST AND VALE I DIDNT DO ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!

cw’s!!: light(?) petplay (sugu calls u puppy + clicker trains u hehe), very very light dacryphilia, gn! reader (no specific parts mentioned other than the fact that ur bottoming!!), husband sugu…. the loml……..

wc: 792 :3

it started off as something silly! “for positive reinforcement.” suguru had explained simply when you narrowed your eyes at his initial mention of the idea. even after that (very poor) explanation, you still weren’t completely convinced.

“i’m just worried about you, my love. we’ve exhausted every option, haven’t we? why not try something unconventional?” and you would’ve refused once again, but ohhh, the way he wrapped his arms around your waist as he spoke… he was only worried for your wellbeing, after all…

he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head after your reluctant agreement.

and honestly? it wasn’t that bad at first! you had honestly thought that he forgot about the whole thing after a week of radio silence on the topic.

it wasn’t until he got home from a full day of errands that it was brought up again.

“did you eat, pretty?” he asked softly after pressing a peck to your lips in greeting. as soon as you let out a small hum of affirmation, there was a distinct sound coming from your husbands pocket that made your eyes narrow in suspicion.

two distinct clicks.

it took you a second to realize what it was, but an annoyed huff left you when you saw the smug look on his face. fucking bastard…

“good job, puppy.” you could only push him away as he laughed and heat rose to your cheeks.

it became almost routine after that. yes, you did huff and pout a couple of times after that initial instance, but you were used to the clicker after the first week. it was the same routine every time — you did something to take care of yourself, you got two clicks and a small praise from him.

and maybe… after a while… you found yourself purposefully taking care of yourself just so he could praise you… (you weren’t very good at hiding it, he saw the way your perked up expectantly whenever you told him about something good that you did.)

the thing is: if this whole arrangement started off as an experiment, why was the small, plastic device resting in his palm while you were struggling to sink onto his cock?

“c’mon pup, you got it...” his free hand is squeezing at your hip, the pads of his fingers digging into the soft skin there (it’d probably bruise later, but that’s the last thing on your mind at the moment).

“stop-… stop callin’ me that…” your voice comes out much whinier than you would’ve liked, but who could blame you? it was always so hard to take him in this position.

your bottom lip is in a small pout and wobbling slightly in frustration, your watery eyes fixed on where you and suguru meet. he stays quiet, running his hands over your skin in a comforting gesture to ease some of the tension in your muscles (it works, of course. his touch always brought you an unexplainable sort of comfort.)

you finally take all of him a few minutes later with a small, whimpered curse, the building tears in your eyes finally rolling down your cheeks when you feel the tip of his cock nudge right against that spot inside of you.

click click!

“thaaat’s it, puppy… fuck-“ a winded sort of chuckle leaves him. “— squeezed so tight when i used the clicker… you like it that much?” his hips twitch up into you involuntarily, making a strangled little whimper leave you against your will as you shake your head adamantly in denial.

“no? i must’ve been imagining things, then.” he breathes, finally starting the slow rock of his hips (of course he’d never let you do any of the work on your own!)

even so, your hips move to meet his motions while small, punched out moans escape your lips.

“there you go, puppy…” he groans softly. “takin’ me so well, so good f’me.” he’s practically babbling out praises at this point and as much as you wanted to deny it, the annoying little nickname he gave you was getting you close embarrassingly fast.

and fuck, the final thing that does you in are the godforsaken two clicks! that your brain had seemed to be specifically searching for.

his eyes are wide as he watches you unravel on top of him, the small whimpers leaving you only further confirming your puppy-like nature to your husband.

“did you just-” “shut up.” your voice is weak with embarrassment and your orgasm, but he’s quick to listen despite that.

he silently hopes he could train you to do that every time he used the clicker. how fun would that be?

eres mia by romeo santos w suguru. yeah.

i think the scariest part of just like. the baseline, fundamental parts of asylum therapist! suguru is the origins of his obsession if that makes sense??

(referring to the au i established in this and this oneshot :]])

like this man truly, truly believes that you’re an angel just because you were able to see through his charm. you saw the darkness in his eyes — in his smile — that he always tried so hard to hide… but you. you saw it from the first time you ever met him. even when you’re sedated and your judgement is clouded, you know the sort of evil in his heart.

you knew him better than anyone within the first half hour of knowing him and you weren’t scared. you threatened him. for someone as damaged — as delusional — as suguru geto, that’s the biggest sign of divinity that you could’ve given him. why wouldn’t he want to keep his angel safe?

and even if you are an angel, he knows you were given to him as a punishment. too much of a good thing is bad for you and suguru is convinced that you are that good thing, that his indulgence in you will surely lead to his fall. knowing that, who could blame him for stalling his inevitable demise? if he was to die by your hands at least let let him hold those hands for the time being. even death row prisoners get a final meal, right?

now to you, suguru geto is the devil incarnate. you don’t believe he was some “divine punishment” (hell, you barely believed you deserved the worldly punishment given to you), but he was… something.

to have a man fully take away your power, make you weak… he had to die, that was your only option. even if you tried to escape you know he’d only use that as an excuse to restrain you even more when he caught you again (when. not if.)

you were smart, you had a plan. you just had to wait it out.

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bring me to life by evanescence

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yandere asylum therapist! suguru x reader

the official prequel to this oneshot!!! while it is in the same au, this one (and the other one) can def be read as standalones!!!! ^.^

cw’s!!: descriptions of violence (bashing someone’s skull in, knocking someone’s teeth out), gn! reader, no use of y/n, delusional sugu!!! (the best sugu imo :3), and i think that’s it!!!! ^^

wc: 1.2k :))

one more meeting. one more meeting and you’d finally be done with all of the infuriating hours spent in and out of various psychiatrists offices. one more meeting and then you could go back to your cell and fuck off like you knew the nurses wanted you to (you weren’t stupid, you saw the way the nurses glanced at you through their peripherals. it’s not like it wasn’t for good reason). one more meeting and then you could just choose whichever therapist you vaguely remembered the name of (probably the irritatingly serene one. she was more than willing to talk about herself when you refused to answer any of her questions and she seemed tougher than the others, like she wouldn’t crumble under a few threats from you.)

there were four security guards surrounding you while you walked. it was like a big, blaring alarm. “do not come close.” (as if the loud metal clanking of your restraints and the vibrant red of your jumpsuit wasn’t enough to signify that already).

three of the guards fell back when you made it to the door. the last office was in a strange spot, past all of the cells and a long hallway, all the way in the back of the institution. there was a plaque outside of this door, as if someone important was sitting inside waiting for you (you almost laughed at the thought. flesh can be cut and bones can be broken, can’t they? your status can’t save you from violence).

you barely got to skim over the name on the plaque before the door was open and you were unceremoniously shoved through it, your lips immediately parting to shoot a half-formed threat towards the guard behind you (probably something about bashing his skull in, you didn’t really premeditate your threats before dishing them out)… until you were interrupted.

“now now, is that any way to treat my patient?” the voice that cut in was deep. smooth and warm but not pleasantly so (not like a fireplace or a summers day, but like heated metal running along your skin. so hot that you don’t even register the pain until you’re already burned). there’s a hand on your shoulder before you even realize, the deep voice closer than before. you resist the urge to shudder at the touch.

“why don’t you go sit, hm? i can’t imagine those heavy restraints are comfortable to hold up like that.” you only respond by shouldering his hand off of you and sending the security guard a sharp glare, the metal of your restraints loud when you settle yourself in the chair in front of a large oak desk. you felt like you were at a business meeting rather than a preliminary therapy session.

“i’ll handle it from here.” is all the man says before the last security guard leaves the room. you don’t bother to look at him as he settles himself in the chair across from you.

it’s quiet for a long moment, the only sounds in the room being the soft shuffle of the papers he’s looking through and the ticking of the clock on the wall (god how you wished you could knock it off the wall. it seemed to be getting louder with every incessant tick). you were starting to wonder if he was planning on talking at all (you could only hope. you’d much prefer to sit in silence rather than watch yet another doctor desperately try to get you to answer their questions). your hopes were dashed as soon as they appeared.

“i apologize for the delay, that was rude of me. it’s just been quite a while since i last took a patient, i’m rusty with the procedures.” his voice finally cuts through the silence. you don’t say anything, you don’t even glance up at him. interesting.

“i’m sure you saw my name outside, but it feels rude not to introduce myself anyway. i’m dr. geto, the leading psychiatrist of this institution.” that catches your attention. your eyes are already narrowed in annoyance when you look at him, your brows only furrowing more when you took in his appearance. he was pretty. irritatingly so. you don’t doubt he had every nurse wrapped around his finger just because of that fact.

“you’re the leading psychiatrist? so what, is this some sort of last ditch effort to fix me?” you question, your sharp gaze continuing to watch him through your lashes. you hated how smug his expression was, how those purple eyes seemed to dissect you the moment they had a chance, how he smiled at your cynicism.

“if that’s how you want to think about it, then yes. though i would say that’s quite a pessimistic line of thinking, no?” you don’t say anything, so he continues. “i was the one who requested to see you. i stopped taking patients when i got promoted to this position, but you…” he pauses, considering his words. “your case interested me.” you scoff.

you can tell he’s waiting for you to say something, watching you with that same unsettling smile. you’re caught in a strange sort of staring contest with him, but it only lasts until he says your name.

and that. that’s what makes you snap.

it was nothing more than a soft utterance, something to call your attention back to him… but the way he said it, the way the syllables dripped from his lips like something so nauseatingly sweet while he held that agitating fucking smile on his face… you were convinced he was lucifer himself.

“if you keep smiling at me like that i will knock all of your fucking teeth out, do you understand me?” you lean forward in your seat when he doesn’t respond immediately, your restraints clanking with the movement.

“do you understand me?” you repeat. you’re not loud with your words, not at all. you’re deadly quiet, eyes wide and staring right at him. he manages to school his expression quickly, but you’re perceptive. you catch the flicker of surprise on his face.

he swallows before he speaks, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly with the action (you briefly wonder what it would feel like to cut through it). “… i understand.” his volume matches yours but he can’t hide the slight breathiness in his voice.

his heart is pounding so loudly in his ears he’s almost sure that you can hear it just as clearly as he can (he wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case, at least. he wouldn’t be surprised if you could read his thoughts with the way you were looking at him).

he briefly wondered if you were something divine, something sent down to punish him by seeing right through his facade. something that could see that he deserved to be in those restraints just as much as you did. the thought sends a shiver through him and he averts his gaze (which is only confirmation to him. why else would he be so distraught if not for some sort of divine intervention?)

you both make your own decisions when you’re escorted out of his office a few minutes later.

anyone but him is what you decide.

and he decides that he’s yours.

oh no omg i tripped!! i tripped and i fell and this fell out of my pocket!!!!! oh no how convenient and conspicuous oh no!!!!!!!!!! ><

i so badly wanna write the preliminary meeting that i mentioned in the yandere suguru thing…………. i just think it’ll be funnnn teehee ^^

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angel by massive attack

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yandere asylum therapist! suguru x reader

my first ever dark content/yandere oneshot aaaaaa!!! plsss thoroughly go through the cw’s before reading ^^;

read the prequel here!!! :)

cw’s!!: non-consensual drugging, mentions of needles/syringes, medical malpractice, descriptions of violence (gutting, beating someone to death, etc.), mentions/romanticization of cannibalism, blood eating, medical abuse (???), gn! reader, no use of y/n, uhhhh freaky suguru. like he’s actually crazy (but so are u) and uhhh i think that’s it?? ^^;

wc: 1.3k (what.)

“how have you been feeling?” your therapists voice is soft, just barely loud enough for you to hear. it’s like he’s trying to grasp at any sense of normalcy, as if any of this was normal. your head feels like it’s filled with cotton when you move to look at him, a deadly look in your dazed, slow-blinking eyes.

he completely disregards your glare with nothing but a growing smirk, shifting to adjust your position on his lap. “i see you’ve taken well to the sedatives.” his cold hand grazes your bare arm as he speaks and you have to resist the urge to use all of the strength you have left to throw yourself onto the floor just to get away from him. you decided against it. you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you like that.

suguru’s a charming man. every nurse, therapist, and criminal in this hellhole of an institution knew that. maybe that’s why he clung to you like this. you saw through him, had threatened to knock his teeth out just because you found his smile unsettling in the preliminary meeting (“a convenient way to find your perfect fit!” is what one of the brochures had read).

a few weeks later he was your primary therapist. the only one allowed to see you for sessions and the only one able to prescribe what medicine you took.

this time it was a strong sedative administered by needle, only given to you the one day a week you saw him for your “sessions”. he seemed to enjoy this one, considering how he hadn’t switched the prescription in almost a month (though you were sure he was upping the dose every week, there was no other explanation for the way the syringe seemed to get more and more full every time you saw the nurses holding it).

it’s only now that he seemed to notice the narrow-eyed expression you were giving him. “aw, don’t look at me like that… it’s for my safety, angel. i can’t have you lashing out and hurting me, can i?” his palm rests on your cheek and as much as you will the muscles in your neck to jerk away from his touch, it still doesn’t work. only a small grunt leaves you and that sound only heightens the amusement in his eyes.

“m’gonna fuckin’ kill you…” you manage to strain out. you despise how weak your voice sounds. you despise the way his eyebrow quirks up in interest in response to your threat. you despise how his voice comes out a low, patronizing purr when he asks “oh, are you?” because he knows you will. he knows that if he lowers your dose you won’t hesitate to hunt him down. he’s seen your files, he knows.

you let out a shaky breath at his words, that deadly glare in your eyes never faltering as your head nods in response to his question (though he’d barely constitute it as a nod, more like a subtle twitch of your muscles). “m’gonna gut you… cut you alllll the way from your bellybutton to your fuckin’ throat…” you can feel the delirium from your medication settling in when you’re halfway through speaking, but that doesn’t stop you.

“how gruesome.” is all he hums, a deep, twisted glint of admiration in his gaze. “you’ve certainly grown more creative.” the pad of his thumb presses into your bottom lip as he speaks. he seems almost satisfied with your violent description, like you’d just given him the greatest gift he could possibly ask for (to him, it was).

he couldn’t help but feel touched by your words, how you planned something particularly torturous just to bring him as much pain as possible. the way you hurt people — at least before you were admitted — was concise and unmeditated. someone made you lose your temper so you hurt them, plain and simple as that. you were only able to plead insanity because of the way you “blacked out”, only noticing the soreness in your arms (and the brain matter in your hair) after you had beat a man to death.

so for you — a patient with uncontrollable violent outbursts — to plan something specific just for him? oh, he could feel the pleasant chill rolling down his spine. how would you do it, suguru wondered. would you steal a scalpel from the nurses or a knife from the kitchen? would the way you cut him open be clean — planned, even — or would you just hack at his skin until you were satisfied? he could almost imagine the way you’d pin him down (not like you had to, he’d let you see his insides if you asked politely enough) and run the cool metal over his abdomen before he felt the sharp contrast of the warmth of his blood trickling down his skin. he could only hope he would be alive long enough to see the crimson tainting the pretty skin of your hands, getting under your nails and sinking into the grooves of your palms, absorbing every drop of him.

suguru was so lost in his fantasies that he didn’t notice the way you had squinted at his far away expression, a muscle in your jaw giving a small twitch. maybe if you…

suguru also didn’t notice the way you had managed to slowly pry your jaw open, the tip of his thumb now resting against the ridges of your bottom row of teeth. at least, he didn’t notice until you miraculously willed your jaw to snap shut, the metallic taste on your tongue bringing you a primal sense of satisfaction (you would’ve preferred to bite the the tip of his thumb clean off to teach him a lesson, but this would do).

and oh, you would’ve laughed in his face if you could when you heard that strangled little gasp leave his lips. you relished in the way he watched you with a dumbfounded look, his usually piercing eyes opened wide in surprise.

your victory was disturbingly short lived, though. his shock quickly turned into something almost giddy with the way his eyes seemed to light up like a child who was just handed their favorite toy. he forced his thumb deeper into your mouth, his head cocking to the side almost observantly. “how do i taste, angel? hm?” there’s a crazed look in his eyes. you feel like you’re getting dissected. “maybe you should eat me after you cut me open, yeah? i’d let you, you have my permission.” he’s all too eager to give you more ideas, more ways to torture him even after death.

his arm snakes around your middle so he can press a palm to your stomach. “i’d be with you forever… wouldn’t you like that, angel?” he murmurs lowly by your ear. you don’t have the strength to answer anymore, your eyes blinking slower… and slower…

he holds you tight as you slump against him, (the sedatives make you intensely drowsy… it doesn’t help that he had prescribed you double the recommended amount) making a mental note to up your dosage once again. he can’t risk you building up some sort of immunity, can he? if the force of your bite was any indication, he’d have to find a new medicine for you within the next month or two (not like it was any hassle on his end. if anything, he was excited to see your adorably pathetic attempts to brute force your way through the daze of a new drug).

he just had to keep you here with him… you’d learn to love it.

to love him.

thinking abt suguru taking care of u while ur sick………

he’s so caring and doting by nature, so he’s so quick to get you the medication and food you need to make a speedy recovery!! he’s supplying you with so many tissues and blankets and is texting you literally every second of the day if he absolutely has to leave you to take care of something… overall a 10/10 nurse, would get sick again!!!

but, your sickness does not curb his clinginess. at all. if anything, he gets even more clingy despite the risk of him catching the bug that you have.

he’s cuddling close to “warm you up”, seating you on his lap while spoon feeding you whatever he made you, he’s even pressing kisses to your lips after you take your medicine to “get that nasty taste out of your mouth” (and don’t even try to protest because “he’ll get sick”, it’ll only cause him to slip his tongue into your mouth with that stupid smirk on his face while you’re speaking. nasty nasty man.)

he even offers to help you sweat out your fever after you gain a bit of strength!! how sweet!!!! ^^;

my current wip teehee i hope yall like medical malpractice!!!! ^^ (and delusional yandere suguru!!!!!)

my bsf sent me this tweet and said “🫵 WRITING PROMPT” so i said suguru fucking a non sorcerer obviously

cw’s: dubcon, slightttt coercion (he fucks u as payment :]), and degradation (obvsss)

mdni obvs!! ^^

he’d be so pissed, fucking you like you’re less than human — because to him, that’s exactly what you are.

we all know how suguru sees non-sorcerers, so when he feels this almost nasty pang of desire towards you he feels like he’s going insane. you had come to him just like every other piece of scum, close to tears and begging for his help with some “invisible force” that was tormenting you.

you had a pretty nasty curse attached to you, so when he exorcised it you felt the weight being lifted off of your shoulders and you almost sobbed at the relief you felt. you were pretty, that was hard for even suguru to deny. his body didn’t deny it either and suddenly he was extremely grateful for the thick fabric of his robes.

it was purely coincidence that you had to come back a couple weeks later, right?

you were so apologetic the second time around, insisting on donating to his organization for the inconvenience. he only refused your offer, claiming that next time he would take your payment. you only tilted your head in confusion.

“‘next time’?” your voice was pretty without even trying. airy and soft and so oblivious as to what was currently happening to you.

“ah, well these things tend to be quite… stubborn. you understand, don’t you?” how were you supposed to refute his logic?

you accepted his words without argument, simply nodding in response. you thanked him one last time before leaving. he attached one last curse to you. weaker than the first but stronger than the second. the usual routine.

despite his forewarning, you were even more apologetic this time around. it’s fine though! now was the time for you to finally pay him back.

“you’re not special, you understand me? you—” he pushed your head down so you were in a mean arch, a small sob leaving you at the new angle. his mushroomed tip was mercilessly tapping against the spongey spot inside of you, every thrust forcibly taking the breath out of your lungs.

“— you’re scum. just a stain on this earth and a burden to every sorcerer you come across.” he growled by your ear. you honestly had no idea what he was talking about, but how were you supposed to dwell on that when he was pounding into you like that?

he gazed down at you, at your teary eyes and swollen lips. he hadn’t even kissed you, refusing to share such an intimate act with someone so much lower than him.

he didn’t feel nearly as disgusted as he was expressing. if anything, he felt a nauseating coil of fondness settle in his stomach. you were just so pretty. he would’ve thought you were an angel if it weren’t for the differences in status.

his hand gripped at the back of your hair, wrenching your top half upwards so his lips were by your ear when he leaned forward. “i could kill you on a whim, i should kill you. you’d be better off dead.” he gritted by your ear. you believed him.

“why don’t you thank me for keeping you alive, hm? for letting you live to see another day.” his voice took on that sweet tone he used to use with you, the same one that pushed for you to come back whenever you needed assistance. the same one that refused your money out of kindness. that gentle, flirtatious facade that hid his distaste for your kind so easily.

your nose crinkled in a small grimace as you tried to obey his demand, stammered ‘thank you’s leaving your lips like a prayer. the warmth in his stomach only grew at your compliance, which only seemed to piss him off more. why was he feeling such adoration for a non-sorcerer? it was scary sickening.

his thrusts slowly started losing their rhythm, his touches becoming more desperate than mean. “fuck— why can’t you just die? it’d make everything—” his voice broke before he took in a deep breath in an attempt to steady it. “— it’d make everything so much easier.”

“please just die. please.” his words broke off into a whimper as he filled you up, his pelvis pressed flush to your ass as if he was trying to keep himself as deep as possible.

he glanced down at his softening cock, his breaths ragged as he spread your lips apart to get a better look at how your pussy greedily took him in.

he couldn’t kill you if you had the chance of getting pregnant with his child, could he? he’d just have to keep you around now, what a pity. oh well.

i feel like suguru never broke the habit of eating candy/drinking soda after eating curses.

like even as an adult with all the cult leader stuff, he still always carried around small candies or lollipops to stave off the nasty taste after eating a curse. especially after you came into his life.

it felt strange to eat a curse only to kiss you with those same lips without something to cleanse his palette. he didn’t want to associate the bitter taste of a curse with your lips, he’d much rather associate them with something sickly sweet.

the sound of crinkling wrappers and soft crunching had become customary, a sort of white noise after suguru had ingested a curse. he always, always leaned in for a kiss after, slipping his dyed tongue into your mouth as you hummed at the sweet flavor laving over your tastebuds, even playfully trying to guess the flavor from the remnants of the sugary treat.

that’s why you watched him expectantly as he finished the remnants of his lollipop, his tongue mindlessly fiddling with the stick for a moment before throwing it away. he raised an eyebrow when he noticed your stare, a smirk gracing his lips.

“is there something on my face?” he sounded too smug to be clueless. you only shook your head in response, that same wide eyed, expectant gaze fixed on his face.

he broke sooner than he would’ve liked, clicking his tongue with a small “c’mere.” he fought back a smile when you came closer, cupping your face in his hands before pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. you pulled him closer, a small gasp leaving him when you sucked on his tongue softly before pulling away completely with a thoughtful hum.

“is it peach?”

he gave you an incredulous look, a small laugh leaving him at your words. god, you were going to be the death of him.

(you were right.)

babydoll

in which the jjk boys read your diary

featuring: yuji, suguru (teenage), megumi

©megumislovedoll all rights reserved.  divs by: @i-telepatia

Sanctuary w/ Suguru Geto 18+ NSFW

(angst, toxic, cult AU)

You didn’t go looking for salvation.

You went because you were tired of being good.

They told you stories about Suguru being a traitor. A murderer. A cult leader. But they never told you how hard it was to live in a world that continuously broke people like you down and called it order.

You tracked him down, not for answers but for the ache beneath your ribs. The one you felt when you saw the exhaustion in his eyes before anyone called treason. When you heard the grief in his silence long before he walked away.

The temple was quiet. Not eerie but reverent. The open-air walls, the incense smoke hanging low, the wooden floors faded by bare feet—There were no curses there. No guards. Just a strange sense of peace that unnerved you more than violence ever could.

He was there, sitting cross-legged on a mat. Shirtless and calm as though he’d been waiting. His hair spilled down like he forgot what time meant. He looked exactly how you feared he would: beautiful in the way that wreckage sometimes was.

A single incense stick burned between his fingers, smoke curling lazily around his wrist.

“You made it,” he spoke, as if it was a reunion. Like it was fate.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You crossed your arms.

He smiled—tired, not triumphant. “Still sharp, I see.”

~~~

You meant to stay for an hour but you end up staying longer than you expected.

The others didn’t ask questions. They prayed, they smiled, they listened. It was strange, like a family built out of shared delusion and broken hearts.

You slept near the exit, but you watched him through the dark.

He never reached for you. He waited. He watched you like a mirror he was trying not to break. He never touched you. Never told you what to believe. But when he spoke, your throat tightened.

“The system you loved was never meant to love you back.”

You hated that you believed him.

II

It wasn’t love. Not yet atleast.

It was something else. Hunger. Not for his body but for something deeper—something ancient, electric. Something only he seemed to speak aloud. The truth.

You sat in on his sermons and listened to the way he told the others that they were enough. That they deserved rest and that they didn’t have to be used as weapons. You hated that. How deeply it resonated.

~~~

You found him lighting incense in the main hall at night. His sleeves were rolled up. His hands were steady.

You knew that you shouldn’t have been there but you stepped closer.

“Why this? Why them?” you asked, voice brittle. “You could’ve burned the whole thing down.”

He doesn’t look up.

“Because fire just kills. I wanted to make something… beautiful. Even if it’s wrong.”

You say nothing in response. You felt his words settle in your ribs like smoke.

And when he finally turned to you, the moment stretched—fragile and sharp. Your hands brushed briefly. Maybe it was accidental. Maybe It wasn’t. But neither of you pulled away.

~~~

It became a ritual.

You sought him out like your body had forgotten how to resist.

And he gave you nothing but presence. He watched. He waited. He didn’t demand a thing—he just was. And somehow, that was worse than if he’d begged.

You were afraid of what you were starting to crave.

The next day, he knelt in the prayer hall, offering silence to the gods he no longer believed in. You stood beside him, eyes half-closed, the scent of sandalwood threading through the air like static.

You thought about leaving every morning. You never do.

You kept telling yourself it’s because you’re studying him. Measuring the depth of the fall.

But the truth was, you were already in it.

III

You opened his door without knocking.

He was standing shirtless at the window, incense trailing from the corner of the room, the curtain open to the moonlight and the pool below. The air was heavy, sweet, aching.

“I need you to stop looking at me like that,” you whispered.

“Like what?” he murmured, voice rough.

“Like I’m something you can keep.”

He moved closer. Didn’t try to touch you. Just looked. And you hated how much you wanted it—his hands, his voice, the heat in his gaze that made your knees weak.

“Then tell me to stop,” he said.

And maybe you could’ve. If he didn’t look so wrecked beneath the calm. If your body didn’t betray you the second his fingers ghosted up your spine.

“You think I don’t know what I am?” he whispered. “You think I don’t hate it?”

You pressed your palm to his chest. His heart was beating like a war drum beneath your hand.

“Then touch me like it means something.”

He was on you like a man starved, mouth crashing into yours, fingers digging into your hips. The kiss was messy and desperate. But it still held some softness, as if he was trying not to lose control.

He undressed you slowly. Like he was memorizing the shape of you in case this really was the last time.

His mouth found your neck, your collarbone, the soft skin under your ribs. Everywhere but where you ached. He made sure you asked. Not to be cruel, but because he needed to hear it.

“Say it,” he whispered, breath ragged.

“I want you,” you choked out. “I want you even if I shouldn’t.”

He continued downwards, mouth finding between your legs, and licked like he was making a vow. His tongue moved slow, groaning into you like tasting you was a blessing. You fisted his hair, thighs trembling, the pleasure crawling up your spine like a confession.

“Suguru—don’t stop—please—”

“Say my name again,” he demanded, voice raw. “Say it like you need me.”

“Suguru,” you whimpered, coming apart in his mouth, legs tightening around his head.

He climbed over you, sweat-slicked and hard, eyes black with need. You reached down, wrapped your fingers around his cock and guided him in.

He slid into you like he was claiming something sacred. One hand braced beside your head, the other tangled in your hair.

It wasn’t rough—but it wasn’t gentle either. There was a fever to it. A silent plea in every thrust.

“You hate me,” he gasped, forehead pressed to yours.

“I do,” you breathed, tears prickling your eyes. “But I love you more.”

He groaned, hips stuttering, forehead still pressed to yours. The bed creaked under you both as he thrusted, deep and relentless, grinding in so your bodies met again and again.

Your nails dug into his back as your thighs locked around him. You came undone first with a breathy moan and your body arched into him. He followed shortly after, with your name in his mouth like it was the last prayer he’d ever say.

After, he kissed your knuckles like an apology. Like a farewell.

“I don’t deserve you,” he stated softly, voice cracking.

“No,” you whispered. “But I still want you to try.”

~~~

Author’s note: this song was stuck in my head for so long and I immediately had to write a fanfic with the same vibe (i know its about cheating but wtv lol) hope yall enjoyed! <3

⟶ suguru and his pregnant!wife

⟶ masterlist can be found here. my first request!! im not planning on having kids so apologies if it's inaccurate T_T

cw:: fem!reader, fluffy crack, i've never written for suguru before .. just a short drabble, not proofread, menace!reader

For all the horror stories you'd heard about pregnancy, you felt yours was going pretty smoothly.

Your skin was glowy, your hips had rounded nicely, and your cravings had been mostly mundane.

Until now, that is.

you: babe we are out of hot sauce [11:03AM]

suguru 💓: Already? I swear it hasn't even been a week [11:05AM]

you: come on [11:05AM]

you: ik ur not busy 😐 [11:05AM]

you: just swing by and drop some home [11:06AM]

suguru 💓: What for?? [11:07AM]

you: ice cream with hot sauce :3 [11:07AM]

suguru 💓 is typing…

You stare at the screen, chewing your lip and drumming your fingers along your pregnant belly.

suguru 💓: No. [11:09AM]

you: WHAT [11:09AM]

You throw your phone down on the couch with a groan, dragging your hands down your face.

“Do you hear that?” you murmur, addressing the human inside you. “Your father hates us both.”

Your baby kicks your bladder in response.

You spend the rest of the morning moping around the house. Your husband doesn't love you, your unborn child has violent tendencies already, etcetera. And when Suguru pushes open the front door, he finds you sprawled over the living floor, tears brimming in your eyes. He has to bite back a snigger.

“Hey, beautiful,” he smiles, crouching next to you. “What are we doing down here, huh?”

You sniffle, blinking up at him with a pout. “You got hot sauce?”

Chuckling, he pulls a bottle of Tabasco from his pocket and taps it against your nose. “Is this okay?” He grins as your face lights up.

“Yes!” You sit up, planting a firm kiss on his lips, before standing and taking the bottle from him. You waddle into the kitchen, your husband following behind.

Humming a cheerful tune, you retrieve your gallon tub of ice cream from the freezer. Suguru had bought it only four days ago and it's already half empty. Oops.

Two scoops of ice cream, and a healthy drizzling of Sriracha.

“You want some?” you ask, batting your eyelashes up at your husband.

“Not at all,” he smiles, rubbing your shoulder. You shrug, and start eating. Your face lights up, and you sigh in satisfaction.

“Good?” he asks, taking the spoon from you and hand-feeding you the concoction himself. “Sounds like you're having an orgasm.”

“Sho good,” you say around the spoon. “Thanks for the hot sauce.”

He hums, his lip curling as he sees the ice cream melting into the hot sauce. Disgusting, he thinks. Despite himself, he can't help but lean forward and press his lips to yours, trying his best not to taste the concoction on your tongue.

You shove your tongue against his anyway, licking into his mouth and cackling as he pulls away in disgust.

“I love you, baby,” you grin, taking back the spoon.

Suguru mimes retching, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, too.”

tags:: @candy-s72

⟶ suguru x ex!reader (college au) part:: 1/?

⟶ masterlist can be found here

cw:: reader is curt, fem!reader, i PROMISE reader warms up to him, i don't know a midsummer nights dream lol, not much action just to get the ball rolling ;P