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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.
“our my”
i so badly wanna write the preliminary meeting that i mentioned in the yandere suguru thing…………. i just think it’ll be funnnn teehee ^^
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 ^^
currently writing smth………..
the overwhelming urge to moot up literally everyone
i'm giggling at my screen rn you are the absolute sweetest im so glad you enjoyed reading through <33
no need to worry about being a damsel i am a knight after all ;) NEVER DISTRESSED MY SWEET
HEHEHEHHEHEHE <- me as i kick my feet and twirl my hair
suguru x gn!reader
my dearest beloved,
dig my heart out of my chest with your nails and feel the beating of it speed up and stutter in your grasp. make it messy. bloody and painful and perfect. i can love you better that way—without the binding of my body. i can love you from within. without restraint or limit. i can love you without bounds. i can love you in whole.
tare me limb from limb and savour the flavour of me on your tongue. drink me in and stroke my face softly.
take me.
take me.
take me.
take the whole of me and do with it as you please.
i am yours for taking if you'll have me. you do know this, yes?
chew me softly. chew me slowly. taste me. savour me. devour me, and i'll only think that of you as endlessly kind. have your fill of me and then some more. leave nothing of me for the scavenging birds to scavenge. leave nothing of me to the crows and vultures and mice and insects.
peel me back layer by layer, unravel me and take a peak inside. see me, understand and experience for yourself the depth of my eternal soul and its longing for you and all the wars it's gone through. rip my fresh from my bones, and suck me dry of blood. relish in all it is that i am worth.
moan and cry and whimper and groan and enjoy. claws and teeth and all. take pleasure in this the way i know i will. let me know you want to me as desperately as i need you. leave cuts a bruises in your wake, cover those old, painful scars of mine with fresh ones. beautiful ones. i'll sing you to sleep after, lulling you to a dreamscape.
pry my lips open with your fingers. delve into my mouth and seek out my tongue. let me share your breath. to breathe you. and hold my face gently closer to yours as i do. feel my body go lax in you arms.
i want nothing to do with my fighting spirit.
feast upon me, my love. have your fill, take all that you want of me and leave nothing behind, i can only say it is the greatest gift to service you. i'll read to you softly when it's all done.
grind my bones bones into powder and carry me in the necklace that hangs close to your chest. keep me close to you.
i wish only to be yours.
if you'll grant me that privilege.
i'll wait for it forever.
you have ruined me for anyone else. you have ravaged my heart and pillaged my soul and you run rampant in my mind. don't tease, let me be yours.
allow me to be selfish. and forgive it. allow me ruin you for anyone else. for everyone else. allow me to be with you always. allow me to heal your hurt and you guilt from within. allow me to see you in full, in raw, in vulnerable, in the morning.
my only wish to know you, be close to you,
to love you
let the taste of i linger in your mouth, let me linger in your breath. you have so much a head of you dearest, let me fuel you and ready you for your day.
let us become one.
take me in my entirety. make me your own.
bestow upon me the greatest honour i can witlessly dream of; being yours.
truly and wholly yours,
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pen smudges against the paper a little with the abrupt pause of his hand. this feels raw. raw like he hadn't expected it to be; going into this without a plan, only with a oath of honesty to himself. it's delicate and personal, the yolk of an uncooked egg.
he signs of with his name, fingers curling around the pen with practiced ease as its ink glides across the paper with grace. taking a deep breathe as he lets down the pen. his hand cramping a little but paying it no mind. shaking a little but all is well.
he folds the paper gently in thirds, handling it with the rivalling that of care a mother to her new born child. and he just stares.
stares at the now folded paper that sits at his desk. it's as close as he's gotten to expressing his emotions, his feelings that feel so much bigger than him, and this room, and the whole of the universe.
what he feels so deeply in his bones his marrow is familiar with this sentiment he's long struggled to put into words. evident from the crumpled papers filled with candied words and shallow ideas thrown thoughtlessly aside.
but still, he's unsure if this is the right thing to do. if it's wrong, he'll pray to whoever- whatever will listen that he's wrong in every lifetime.
the letter is still politely sat on his desk and he still rudely stares.
taking the neatly folded piece of his heart, finger tips of smudged ink holding it up to a small flame, and watching it turn to ash and burn away.
this a lot for a confession letter right?
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i wrote this for suguru but a few other characters come to mind as well. + your favs
divider by @saradika-graphics
LET ME KISS EVERY CREVICE OF YOUR BRAIN PLEASE I BEG I PLEAD someone sedate me please(suguru)
look away from me mist im losing my shit rn but i still wanna make a good first impression
HIIIIIII NAE ML OMG!!!!!!! i started fanning myself like a damsel in distress as soon as i saw this EEEEEEE giving u the biggest kiss rn ur the cutest
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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 ^^;
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.
C/w: Mentions of blood/murder
I am once again thinking about mist's yandere suguru fic and holding my head in my hands, do you understand how fucking goated that dynamic is? He feels flattered that you care enough to take your time with murdering him, that is genuinly the best thing in the whole wide world
Toji's-itty-bitty-t-shirt-that-shows-off-EVERY-ab appreciation day <3
really love all of us doing the which selfship is ur fav when most of us have like one (1) fucker we can never let go of
I'm crashing out, today was supposed to be about torturing mist not pulling my hair out because tumblr was fucking with my posts, i have failed as a moot
having a conversation with satoru while you’re both on your lunch break. you’re making jokes and going over useless gossip, his eyes fixed on you behind his blindfold.
suddenly you pause, sending a small, knowing smile his way. “my eyes are up here, satoru.” you say simply, looking back down at your food to hide the way you were trying your best to stifle a snort at his sudden silence.
your efforts to hide your laughter were useless when he leaned over the table with his brows raised.
“how’d you know?” you’re practically clutching your stomach with how intense your laughter had gotten at this point. the urgency behind his words was so genuine.
to this day satoru remains convinced that you have a secret cursed technique he doesn’t know about. you make no efforts to convince him otherwise.
you know when a butch fucks you so well you just start whimpering “it’s yours Daddy, all yours, you own it” and other embarrassingly pathetic things? need to be fucked like that right this second or i may die
kissing the duct tape that’s over her mouth so she knows i still care about her
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sloppy seconds!! by lay bankz
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this is filth y’all pls know that b4 anything
cw’s!!: nawt proofread :3, stsg x fem!reader, hcs!! but i got a bit carried away, phone sex kinda? they send you stuff, suguru fucks satoru on camera, no use of y/n :3
- they were both away on an important mission and for the few days they were gone they were so mean
- it wasn’t abnormal for them to send pictures or videos of themselves when they were away just to make sure you knew they were safe
- but the pictures and videos they were sending you on this particular mission were nothing short of cruel
- it started off cute, a selfie sent by satoru featuring the two of them, the caption mentioning them stopping at a hotel for the next couple of nights while they reconfigured something with the mission
- the next thing was sent by suguru, a video starting with a quick shot of his upper-half lazing over the edge of a luxurious looking bathtub before the camera flipped to capture the back of an unaware satoru who seemed to be studying his face in the mirror
- “just get in, satoru.” you saw satoru open his mouth to retort but stop when he saw the camera. you watched as he turned around, the towel around his hips just barely showing off his v-line.
- “you filming me without asking?” he teased once he was close to suguru, the microphone picking up the sound of a quick kiss and water sloshing before the camera flipped again, the both of them now in the frame
- “we’ll text you after we’re done in here.” suguru flashed a small smile as satoru blew a kiss to the camera before the video ended
- you didn’t hear anything from them until hours later, your brows furrowing at the series of notifications popping up at the top of your screen
- you opened up the group chat between the three of you. there were 12 new attachments from suguru that were simply captioned “wish you were here <3”
- you smiled softly at the message before clicking on the first video, the dark thumbnail keeping you unaware of the content
- your face burned while you watched, your lips parting slightly in shock. everything about it was downright sinful, your lovers tongue-to-tongue while satoru whined softly at sugurus hands on him. the sounds in the video alone sent heat straight to your cunt.
- you took in a deep breath when the video ended, grounding yourself before swiping to the next attachment.
- this one was a picture of satorus torso, white streaks of cum covering his stomach and looking away from the camera with a dark flush on his face. the only part of suguru you could see was his hand placed on the other man’s waist. fuck, you wish suguru had taken a video of satoru finishing.
- your thighs rubbed together as you continued swiping, pictures and short videos of satoru on his knees while sucking sugurus cock only making you more and more desperate for them to be there with you
- your phone dinged from another message. “watch the last vid with sound” sent by suguru
- you swiped through the next couple of photos (not without studying them intently, of course) before reaching the last attachment and clicking your phone volume higher
- the first shot of the video alone had you drooling, sound be damned. a delicious angle of a whiny satoru getting pounded from behind while sugurus free hand roamed over the curve of his ass
- satoru whimpered something unintelligible before pressing his face into the pillow below him, causing suguru to let out a chuckle from behind the camera
- “what was that? do you have something to say to our love?” satoru only nodded weakly in response, choking slightly at a particularly hard thrust.
- there was a shuffling behind the camera for a moment before it switched to a smirking suguru who leaned forward to hand the phone to the man squirming underneath him
- “go on, tell her what you were saying.” sugurus voice carried from the background of the video, his movements never stopping despite satorus obvious struggle to form a coherent sentence
- your jaw drops when you hear satoru let out a muffled whine of your name into the pillow, raising his head to look at the camera
- he looked almost angelic, flushed red all the way to his chest with tears clinging to his lashes
- he let out a curse, eyes falling shut for a moment before looking back at the camera. “miss you so much, baby… miss your pussy so much-” he cuts himself off with a groan caused by suguru pulling his hair
- suguru leaned forward, grabbing the camera from him. “isn’t he sweet?” he chuckled. “can’t say i don’t miss you just as much, though… we’ll make sure to give you all of the attention you need when we get back, isn’t that right ‘toru?” he flipped the camera as he spoke, pointing it to a nodding satoru
- “we’ll see you soon.” suguru purred from behind the camera before ending the video
- you sat in flustered shock for a moment, sending them a message before slipping your free hand under your waistband. fuck, they were mean…
i hope u know this reached me during the final prayer. ur the temptation they warned against.
Mist my dear, you must understand that all of this MUST be done. Imagine a world without mommy sugu. Now, wouldn't that be devastating
mommy!sugu on the brain... just imagining the first time you refered to him as that and just!! you have melted my brain with your posts i need more
Anon i feel personally responsible for this newfound interest of yours, i insist that you let me take care of it.
He's literally just....the most doting, motherly, tending, caring man to ever walk this planet , how could you NOT LOVE HIM??? He ties your shoe laces for you and cooks your food and bathes you and makes sure you dont leave the house unless you're dressed in warm clothes and talks to you in a baby voice when you're being pouty and fussy its so sick 😔
THE FIRST TIME YOU CALL HIM MOMMY!!! yes, oh my god, he would be caught off guard, that's for sure. He's in the middle of cooking dinner for the both of you, and out of no where you call him mommy and he slowly turns around to look at you like this 🤨 then chuckles and goes "mommy huh? You're so sweet, baby" Then it's back to stirring his pot 😭😭 he responds this way because to him, taking care of you like this runs in his blood, it's such a normal thing to him he actually never expected you to find it unusual, if anything suguru thinks you should raise your standarts a tiny bit lmaoo.
But he does think about it during dinner when you've both sat down to eat, he's noticeably silent the whole time, when it's time to clean up, you pick up your dishes and he stops you with a hand on your waist and a smile then goes "let mommy take care of it" before smearing an exaggerated kiss on your cheek <– horrible man, I'd faint Victorian noble woman style.
still at church and trying to remain very very calm as vale talks abt mommy sugu on their blog. somebody sedate me.
just recorded a talk @ my moms church abt sexual immorality bc i have the NASSSSTIEST nanami idea (age gap, emotional infidelity, ANDDD a church setting meowwww)
Contains: mentions of infantilization, dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, mommy kink, it's pretty freaky, lmao.
Suguru is most definitely the most devoted pleasure dom.
Suguru loves you in ways you can not begin to comprehend. He's so unimaginably gentle and sweet. His "let me take care of you" attitude doesn't waver one bit, doesn't let you lift a finger. You don't even have to beg for it but he does like when you do.
His favorite positions are ones where he can see your face, cow girl or mating press for example, loves having you on his lap, however he won't let you put in any effort, he's got enough muscle mass to manhandle you and move your hips for you, just let him <33
That being said, suguru does not like you down there, he should be the one taking care lf you with his mouth, not the other way around silly.
Will playfully threaten to spank you, but his preferred method of punishment is taking his sweet time with you in front of a mirror, but you'll have to work very hard to convince him to be even a tiny bit stern, he loves when you act like a spoiled little princess (chronic enabler) and would rather encourage it.
It's not sex with suguru if he's not constantly praising and cooing at your ear, it honestly gets embarrassing, calls you his precious baby in a sickening sweet tone, his sweet darling, his little sweetheart, his sweet thing emphasis on HIS. He's aware of how embarrassing it gets and relishes in your reactions. He HAS to infantilize you a little bit :((((
Not to be mistaken for humiliation!!!!!! Suguru will not be mean to you in the classic sense. The most he'll do is slightly mock and tease you, will definitely make you say what you want out loud. And coo at your shy little mumbles.
He loves having you cockwarm him completely nude on his lap while you suck on his fingers, his hands would be busy playing with your hair; patting your head; massaging your thighs or breast, or warming up your tummy, loves to gently kiss you on the crown of the head and rub his cheek against it. Bonus points if he has you watch yourself enter sub space on the mirror.
Aside from his fingers, the only thing you're allowed to suck on are his nipples, and god does he love that, call him mommy and he loses it. Needless to say, wishes he coule breastfeed
A huge fan of overstimulation, gives you several orgasms on purpose to have you completely limp and pliant in his arms for aftercare, you absolutely will NOT be wearing your own clothes afterwards either, get comfy in one of his shirts for easy access on the kitchen counter the next morning <33
nonsharing selfshipper experience
Being a pro censorship ao3 user is so insanely cringe. Either use the (incredibly effective and well designed) filtering system to avoid seeing the shit you don't like or stop complaining. Leave the pro censorship rhetoric to Wattpad or smth
If you keep liking my posts I’ll have to come over and talk you through it.
very convinced that toji’s big strong warm hands pressed against my uterus would solve alllll of my problems rn. or him getting me pregnant and making my period disappear for nine months. either or.
NEW THEME LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT LOOKS AMAZING MIST >_<
EEEEEEE TYSM VALE SO DOES URS!!!!! <3333
bnha pro-heroes/teachers as routes in a dating sim, the long-awaited part 2!
next installment will be lov members 😈
him looking up at you with low lids and little hearts in his eyes while his nose is pressed to your cunt