No, Spotify, I Don't Want To Use Ai To "turn My Ideas Into Playlists". I Already Fucking Do That With

posting an aizawa thingy later. be prepared (ominous)………..

A good friend group is one that can be confused for a polycule

i’m getting my nips pierced tmmrw. i am so scared. so nervy.

sometimes i crave the college experience. like the woe of knowing ppl my age and they’re in school learning things and hanging out w cool or uncool ppl their age augh <//////3

suguru x gn!reader

you're standing in front the mirror in your bathroom, leaning in close to it with your lips slightly parted as you apply the dark powder to your eyes; scrutinizing you're reflection in the mirror and using the small wooden applicator to draw careful lines around your eyes.

he's there too, putting his piercings in as the two of you are getting ready to go out. dressed in a crisp white shirt he's rolled up his forearms, with half his hair gathered away in a bun at the base of his neck. it's a simple timeless sort of look on him.

a pair of deep amethystine eyes drift over to you, still leaning into the mirror with the small piece of smoothed wood between you fingers. carefully dragging it along your waterline to transfer the dark color of the powder you've dipped in into.

suguru's curious.

sure, he's worn eyeliner before. he's liked how he looked in it; having it beautifully accentuating his sharp eyes and dark lashes. he liked even more though, how much you liked how he looked in it.

but he's never worn it like that; in the way you do now.

he didn't know about doing it this way until he began seeing you. you look so graceful, so elegant, with practiced ease as you apply it to your eyes. it's all so impressive to suguru — not only the results, but the process of it. the patience and skillful mastery of it, the dedication and the risk (of poking your eye out), the significance it carries culturally. mesmerizing is what he thinks of it; what he thinks of you.

feeling the weight of his gaze, you meet his eyes in the mirror, offering him an entertained smile and a brow raised in question, before you pick up on the little cues and are extending your invitation to line his eyes as well. suguru accepts the offer graciously, lifting you by the hips sitting you onto the counter as he stands between your legs. strong hands resting at your thighs, and he looks straight at you. eyes in perfect level.

it's an oddly intimate moment, softened further by the yellowish tint of the bathrooms light and quiet comfortability the two of you share.

you take his face in your hands, tenderness spills from your fingertips like a scared fountain only he is privileged enough to drink from. the cool of the rings you wear tickling his face as you lean in to him real close for a better view. the apples of his cheek warming slightly; there are blossoms of cherry and coral on his skin.

"look up for me, please." so polite.

suguru wonders if you know anything about the extents he'd go for you, the limits he'll cross. for now, he'll settle on looking up, all for you. always for you.

you bring the smooth, kohl covered applicator close to his face, using your other hand to delicately pull his lower eyelid down — revealing his water line. "stay. perfectly. still." and he's a statue as you rest it on his waterline and continue — "mmmn good, now close your eyes." you glide it through his dark lashes tinting them and his waterline in the bold color, rubbing it back and forth for good measure before you drag it out at the corners of his eyes; creating two small, sharp, delicate wings.

leaning away to inspect your work, his hands follow the movement; shifting their position to support your back. it was natural, an instinct to follow your every movement and compliment them with his own.

you nod to yourself in triumph with a smug little grin teasing the corners of your lips upon seeing the result of your careful work on one of his beautiful eyes.

now here comes the hard part: replicating the design as closely as possible on the other eye, and the process begins again with dipping the applicator back into the little bottle with the fine coalish powder and gently tapping any excess off to it's side. you're leaning close once more; one of your hands finding home on the side of his face again and again he's adjusting to your position.

there's a short in between moment where you catch his gaze fixed on you. you're sinking. the deep regal mauve of his eyes pulling you in, and you're almost not strong enough to look away. he's just so inviting.

you clear you're throat to cut through it. mostly it's a reminder to yourself to avoid distraction, rejecting the temptation of his invitation for now.

he thinks it's cute.

the way you try to brush off your flush, and the slight stutter in your movements being ignored as if nothing. truth be told, suguru thinks it's wholly possible you haven't even noticed the reactions he can sire from you so naturally. as if only instinct.

"stay still, again please." the words come out rather bashful this time around, smaller, and he's forced to suppress a grin. he's got to stay perfectly still as you've so politely asked after all. suguru waits to blink his eyes until you ask, he knows it's coming but he would rather hear it directly from you again.

and just like clockwork.. . "close your eyes." you get a little pleased hum as a response when he does, relishing in the feeling of the smooth applicator ruffling along his long lashes, it's quite relaxing. you pull away for a moment to wet the tip of your pinky with you tongue, using it to clean off some stray product from around his eyes. you draw on the finishing touches; a small wing on the inner and outer corners of his pretty eyes.

carefully setting the little wooden piece back into its place in the ornamented bottle, both your hands come up to cup his lovely face, now fully ready to accept the ever enticing invitation he keeps open for you and you alone.

"how do i look?" he questions like he doesn't already know. as though he can't see the answer he seeks in the reflection of your heart shaped irises.

oh you're sinking fast, but suguru is right behind you. hand in hand, falling endlessly into a dimension that only exists between your eyes, a secret the world will never get know held in your shared gaze.

a kiss placed between his brows is your chosen form response, and he can't find it in himself to complain.

suguru leans over you, chin resting in the curve of your shoulder, to meet his reflection in the mirror. little kisses are pressed to the delicate skin there and he's nipping at it softly too; for no reason at all. no thought behind the action itself — muscle memory.

he's met with the view of his dark lashes tinted darker, and the edges of his eye's sharpened akin to those of a sly fox or a large cat.

somewhat predatory; it suits him.

the added contrast against the bright of his eyes, the tan of his skin, and dark of his hair harmonizing so beautifully with the rest of his features.

you would think a person could only be so beautiful, to only have so much of it within themselves,

(but you will find yourself to be thinking wrong.)

your day goes on, unfolding as the flowers begin to do in early spring. beautiful and sweet, there's the scent of fresh pollen and the sound of your sneeze.

with the day coming to an end, the sky is overtaken by deep pink and orange hues marbled with the dark of the on coming night as the sun leaves the horizon to rest its head.

he glows.

its not a new phenomenon, but one that captivates you all the same. his charm hypnotizing you find yourself transfixed by it. the dark tight lining his eyes drawing you in. you're caught in his trap, reeling you in and you only dutifully follow. the temptation dangling before you like a carrot now.

though the resistance you display remains unwavering — or so you think. you suguru find his eyes resting upon the sight before him. the sight of you. his fist holds his face and there's a knowing smile that plays on his lips. the ends of it twitching ever so slightly; he's itching to reveal an expression that actually captures his feelings.

but he manages, sugurus resistance once again proves to be much stronger than your own. the content knowing smile remains, and his eyes crinkle with joy when you flush, tomato red, realization of your staring is brought to your attention.

"my darling, my y/n, are you alright?"

you nod a little quicker than you'd have liked.

his smile only grows, teeth beginning to show, "well, you've got a something here." his finger motioning around his own face, "no no you've missed it baby. a little to more to the side, so close." your hands are at your face trying to feel for what he's talking about, mirroring the positions his make on his face.

"no good. come, let me."

his hands cup your face, soft cheeks squishing against the warmth of his palms. he pull you in, and leans in close, his thin brows furrowed in inspection, and your heart hammering in the background.

he presses his lips to yours, its unexpected and quick but you could never miss one of his kisses.

that smile he's been holding back finally breaks out on his face, soft lips stretched into a dazzling and all too proud smile, your boyfriend just might be the sun in disguise. eyes closing from how wide his smile is, suguru really looks like a fox now. it's a bit too smug of a grin, but suguru earned it this time.

(and he always does)

"got it!"

𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓎;- 𝓁𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝑒

inspired by this yummy @/chu-cho artwork <3

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

mdni!! :p

cw’s!!: drug usage, coercion (kinda?? ur both high and he kinda pushes u to get high so idk), dacryphilia, andddd dubcon (once again, ur both high so take that as u will) ^^

high sex w ino on the brain yummmm……

ino had been basically feeding you his cart all night, holding it up to your lips and encouraging you with soft words and dilated pupils to match his high. he was so respectful about it too, immediately pulling it away if you shook your head or looked a little too dazed for his liking.

of course, it led to you two lazily making out on the couch, all desperate touches and rolling hips and heat. he looked confused when you pulled away with an airily mischievous smile, whispering an idea in his ear that had him nodding eagerly in agreement.

and now here you were, lazily rolling your pussy over ino’s cock in the trunk of your designated drivers van, her keys tossed haphazardly in the row of seats behind the two of you. you two had given her a lazy, giggly excuse of having to look for something, over explaining yourselves to the point where she was definitely suspicious of you two but begrudgingly gave you the keys anyways.

he let out a choked moan when his head caught against your slit, his hands squeezing at the fat of your hips. he didn’t dare take his eyes off of you, his cloudy brain latching onto every twitch in your expression, every jolt of your hips.

“so pretty-” he strained, his voice cracking into a whine. you smiled hazily, watching his face carefully as you finally slipped him inside.

he looked debauched, lips falling into a small ‘o’ shape while his hips thrusted up into you, a loud whine leaving him. “so fucking wet- is that all for me?” his voice was a breathless whimper, his body only getting hotter when you nodded with a small smile, looking almost shy despite the position you were in.

he shook his head almost violently when you started moving, his fingers clamping down on your hips in an attempt to keep you still. you looked down at him, tilting your head in concern at the tears building in his eyes.

“y-you can’t, it’s too much… feels too good.” he all but sobbed out, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as you reassured him with soft coos, your voice airy from the drugs still in your system.

you continued rolling your hips after he calmed down a little, quiet whines leaving you when his cock hit the perfect spot inside of you. you involuntarily squeezed around him, your cunt gushing around his already sensitive dick while your fingers started working on your swollen clit.

he was devastatingly close, his thoughts and mouth running completely on instinct. “fuck, i can’t breathe, ‘m gonna die, i-i can’t- feels so fuckin’ good.” he sobbed, his words slurring with his tears. you squeezed around him hard, your back arching as your pussy gushed onto his lower stomach.

he came a couple of seconds after you with a loud sob. his whole body trembled while his hands pressed your hips flush to his pelvis, making you take the excessive amounts of cum he was pumping into you.

.

.

.

your friend came to check on you both an hour later, groaning softly in annoyance when she saw you both passed out and cuddling in the trunk.

at least you’d had the decency to clean yourselves up.

NEW THEME LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT LOOKS AMAZING MIST >_<

EEEEEEE TYSM VALE SO DOES URS!!!!! <3333

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?

i wrote a full drabble for this btw. if yall r interested. at all. heheheheh…….

subby stoner ino who’s just so overwhelmed by how tight and wet and warm u are around him he just can’t help but cry :( uggggh :(((

too many ideas….. my brain is going to explode……. dumbification w todo and toji pulling on my tongue and sukuna putting me in a headlock and and and ><