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he's so hot there's no way gojo didn't have passionate encounters with him

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.

bsf just nominated me for that ice bucket challenge thing wtf……….

I AM GETTING STONEDDDDDD TN YAYAYAYAY

wolf!suguru x lamb!reader x serpent!satoru

cw: suggestive (?), they like your mouth??, fingers in your mouth, mentions of eating you (not out but like literally), biting, etc... i'm sorry everyone mist is the one who enabled this behaviour. blame them in full (kidding ilysm my darling pls nvr stop enabling me)

serpent!satoru would pry your lips open with his fingers, squishing your cheeks in his hands as he's poking to hold your face as he's prodding around inside your mouth. thick calloused fingers pressing into your tongue, he'd be so teasing. teasing about how small and flat those pitiful excuses for teeth you have are — mischievously betting that they couldn't a dent in his hard gleaming cerulean scales. he'd bring them up to your mouth without another word, only a glint in his eyes. a hand at the back of your head would guide you to bite down on them as hard as you can, hardly even making a dent, satoru didn't even feel it. he'll laugh at you, the sound coming from his chest it's so loud and he's so mean with teasing voice saying that you could do better, just bite down harder lambi it shouldn't be too difficult, even for you — there's no way that's all you've got for him. laughing even harder if your pretty eyes begin to water from his teasing and the ache in your jaw and gums becomes more prominent. you're embarrassed but more annoyed at him than anything, because even now he somehow manages to find way to be a nuisance and your left unable to retaliate when he's got his fingers roughly shoved so deep into your mouth; maybe you could use them to practice meanwhile.

wolf!suguru on the other hand will coax you into letting him into your mouth. he's cradling you, head rested in one of his arms close to his chest. his own little lamb. his fingers running along your flat teeth, suguru is cooing at how smooth they are, not pointed or jagged at all. he's so condescending as he begins his displays and performances of the false sympathy he feels for you. it must be hard; having such small fragile teeth, such soft skin and weak bones. he's carefully holding them between his gentle fingers and wondering how much force would be needed for them to shatter beneath his fingers. it's okay though! because your teeth match the rest of you soo well. they're well suited for a little lamb like yourself, tender and easily broken. he'll ponder out loud how scary it must be for you, poor little lamb having no fangs, no claws, no venom, no thick skin or hardened scales to protect yourself from predators like himself and the other dangers of the world . suguru wonders if you understand how incredibly easy it would be for his teeth to sink into your tender flesh, claws slicing through your soft skin with so. much. ease. it feels nice. thoughts of your sweet blood on his tongue and dripping down his sharp teeth onto his chin , he could be so messy for you. he's baring his sharp jagged teeth behind his smile, eyes closing delicately with the movement; it's equally possible to be either kindness and mockery — perhaps both at once. he's telling you about that's you've got to stay near him, so he can keep you safe, letting him make up for your lack and protecting you. keeping you safe and cared for like you've never gotten to experience before. he's got no choice but to care for such a sweet little thing.

now if both of them managed to get you in their shared embrace? that's smth else entirely ;>

anyways FIT CHECK 👅👅👅

looking at pics of myself from middle school nd thank the lord i grew up sexy. holy shit.

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mmmmffff thinking abt toji with gunplay lordddd

like he would never hurt you!! but that doesn’t stop him from pressing the barrel of his gun to your head while he fucks you from the back. if you had an unobstructed view of him, you’d see he took more than enough safety measures, even if they seemed unnecessary.

he’d chuckle when you gasp quietly, leaning in so his chest was flush to your back as the metal pressed firmer into your skin. “repeat what you said, doll. i’d hate if i had to blow your brains out of that pretty head just because you weren’t listening.”

ugh and he’d fucking laugh when he felt how tight you squeezed around him. “ohh, so that’s how it is? you like it when i threaten to put a bullet through your skull? that’s fuckin’ nasty doll, y’know that?” and you’re only able to whine in protest because your brain is just so far gone :(

and he’s such a hypocrite!! you could almost feel how much he was holding back with every twitch of his swollen cock :(( but you can’t even string together a defense, it’s like every single thought left your head the second you felt the barrel of the gun against your skin :((( it’s like he did it on purpose :(((( (he definitely did)

grinding on a man’s hairy tummy while he’s lying down with an arm lazily bent behind his head. he’s greedily soaking in your every movement and sound, pawing at your tits with his free hand—pointedly not helping you get off because you insisted you could do it yourself…

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.