PIECE BY PIECE

PIECE BY PIECE

HUSBAND! GETO SUGURU X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── smut, injuries, smut, riding, cunnilingus, children and a baby, pregnancy, body worship.

─── first chapter. second chapter.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ it may took too long but suguru is determined you will never experience the same pain again.

suguru always looks forward in coming home after a long day. how couldn't he miss home when he knows there is you who will always be waiting for him along with the two angels he have with you.

tonight, it was different. he couldn't stand seeing your face still scarred from the pain his dear friend had done to you. he's true to his words. he won't lament over a friendship that built him and only to destroy after committing such repugnant deed to you. geto wouldn't exchange you for any thing in the world.

he must be strong for you. he was in pain and so was you. when he came home that night. he knew something was up. you weren't there. no matter how late he came home you would always be seated in the couch where you waited for him. offering him a plate of food or whatever he wants at that time and you'll give it to him. there was silence and coldness in the air. you must be asleep the first thing he thought and he went to your shared bedroom but you weren't there and then he went to the twins's bedroom. you were there. the girls curled up to you and he went to approach you.

the first thing he noticed is the dried tears in your cheeks. you must have cried yourself to sleep but why? he didn't think anything about it. you must be exhausted and he leaves it that way.

he thought it was normal and the days went bleak. your behavior changed and you were irritated than the usual. the final straw was with you snapping with the twins and panicking from your sudden outburst.

when he confronted you that night. his heart broke, shattering in million pieces when you cried. apologizing all over again from the shame you made him feel. blaming yourself from the weakness for not being able to defend yourself. the worst— his best friend, the man he called a brother did that to you. it was worst than betrayal.

when he made sure, satoru understood where he was coming from. he never looked back again. not needing for the man who was worst than a monkey to violate you.

“suguru.” the call of his name from his dear wife made everything disappear. you stood there watching him walk towards you and the first thing you noticed is his bloody knuckles.

it stings with every dab of cotton touching his skin but it could never compare to the pain in his heart while he watches you gently patch his wounds. how could someone hurt you.

such tenderness in your fingers while you applied a salve to heal his wounds faster. grasping your hands in his and place a soft kiss to them while looking at you. your eyes turned glossy and a broken smile is given to him

“i'm sorry for hurting you, suguru.” you began and the tears came rolling down to your cheeks.

“you could never hurt me.” wiping the tears in your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your forehead. he would die just to see you happy again.

late is the night but sleep never visited you both. tangled in the sheets with suguru looking at you from above. his thumb drawing circles in the back of your hand. there are things that remained unsaid.

“suguru.” you called out to him. sitting up to face him a shaky sigh leaving your lips.

“what is it?” leaning on the headboard to fully look at you. the curtains move like waves from the breeze outside. the moonlight shining through the windows and hitting you with a glow that knocks the breath out of him.

he had never seen such ethereal being in front of him and it was you. his wife, the mother of his children and the love of his life.

you bit your lips, grasping the hem of your nightgown and your lips quiver. you look at the man in front of you. his long, jet black hair cascading to his back and a strand of his hair falling in his face. you could never trust anyone again except him and you were afraid he would reject you after that but you swallowed the fear.

“can i kiss you?”

suguru almost melted at your request. staring at him with your doe-like eyes. he let out a sigh. you were going to be the death of him.

“come here. you can kiss me anytime you want, baby.” he watch you slowly crawl to him. tentatively touching him but suguru wants all of you. there was hesitation. your lips twitches and you look at his eyes then to his lips.

he needs to be patient. if this is the only way for you to accept him again, physically. he hears you swallow then your letting out a shaky breath fanning the skin of his lips. closing your eyes and then pressing your lips in his.

it was the first kiss in weeks. suguru savored it like it was the first time he kissed you on one rainy night. on the day you both vowed to stay with each other with death's the only way to separate you both. it was warm and gentle. a first act of bravery despite fear winning.

you slowly backed away, looking at him through lidded eyes and his lips soon followed. chasing your lips with his. his hands on your back while soft pecks of each other's lips are being exchanged.

slowly but surely, you were starting to bloom again in front of him. what tenderness turned into desperation. the sound of lips smacking resonating in the room. lips being sucked by the other with tongues yet to dance.

what seconds felt like forever, not wanting to end with the temporary escape. a whimper escapes your lips and suguru worried, opens his eyes and he can see your tears freely flowing. this is an escapade—a place to lose your fears.

cupping your face with his hand and you stopped kissing him. you didn't realize you were crying when his thumb came to wipe the tears. caressing your cheeks lovingly and you stare at his eyes. placing your hands in the back of his hand.

“you're safe with me. i'm not letting anyone harm you again.” he said, pressing his forehead to yours.

“i know. make me forget, suguru. i don't want to spend my days living in fear, of being scared. i'm sorry if i'm being selfish. i only want to be with you and with the children, sugu.” you sob and suguru kisses your nose and then your forehead. it is never selfish when you want something. geto would never call it selfish coming from you.

“i also want to be with you, (y/n). if you'll allow me.”

no words were said when your lips connected again. this time it's full of desperation and wanting for each other. tongues dancing and the tiny moans escaping your lips.

wanting to feel closer to you, suguru grabbed your hips. pulling you to him. your soft body pressed against his hard ones. your fingers tangled in his hair.

when air becomes a problem, you were forced to break the kiss. panting softly in each other's mouth.

it's been long since he touched you like this. to be close like you were molded for each other. feeling each other's warmth, the taste of each other's lips. how your lips fits like a puzzle in his and how you filled the hole in his heart. showing him with unconditional love despite his wrongdoings in the past.

“you are no exception when it comes to love, suguru. we're all amateurs when we love and surely we can teach each other to love.”

he remembers you saying that out of the blue. the times where things got shaky. you didn't leave him. stayed with him when things got rough and at that time, the very moment. suguru have never been so sure that you will be the person he's going to spend the rest of his life with you.

he began to kiss you in your cheek then going under to your soft jaw. nibbling in the skin and then to your neck. inhaling your scent that leaves him addicted with the scent and taste of you.

hissing when you unconsciously grinds your hips in his crotch. his cock coming to life from the ministrations. biting the juncture of your neck.

“suguru...” you moaned out. your body tingling from his lips alone. “i got you—doing well for me, baby.” he groans. his hands holding the hem of your nightgown but he stops so. unsure that you aren't ready for the next step.

noticing his hesitation, you held his hand. kissing his palm, “it's fine, suguru. it's you. i don't mind.” you murmur, the vibrations of your voice sending shivers down his spine and the sincerity almost drowns him. making him love you more than ever.

his hands run through your neck and then to straps of your nightgown. pulling it down until skin is exposed. the nightgown pooling in your waist. licking the exposed skin, to your chest, to the fullness of your breast. they're getting bigger again. a sign of life growing inside you. catching the hardened in his mouth, your fingers tangling in his finger pressing his head to your chest while he suckles on your hardened bud. mewling with each suck and his tongue swiping to the area surrounding your nipple. your fingers running through his hair and you whined.

“sugu, you're still clothed.” geto chuckles, unlatching his mouth to your bud to remove his sweater but you stopped him wanting to do it and geto lets you. holding the edges of his sweater before pulling them up to remove them and throwing it to the side.

you were blessed by the sight of his hardened muscles. his pectoral muscles popping and his biceps showing the years of his youth and suguru is nothing but handsome with a body carved by the gods.

suguru wraps his arm around you, resting it above your butt while the other holds your back, his palm cradling your head before changing your positions. placing you on the bed while he towers over you.

pulling him to kiss him which he gladly returns. rubbing his arms while he pulls down your nightgown, followed by his sweatpants. his long hair tickling your shoulders while your tongues clashed with each other. there's a pop before his lips returned to pepper your skin with his kisses. putting attention to your round stomach.

pregnant with his child once again. suguru could have killed gojo with no second thought if his child inside you gets harmed. he could never forgive himself. he knows how miscarriage in women deeply affects someone when losing the child and he can't put you in pain again.

getting a confirmation from you with a nod, he slowly parts your legs. his head taking a dive between them. nipping the supple skin of your thick thighs until his breath is close to your pussy.

wrapping his arms around your thighs, you hold his hair. preventing stray hairs from disturbing him while he eats you out and suguru smirked at your action.

licking a stripe in your slit, geto is rewarded by the prettiest moan coming from your mouth. your back arching and geto holds your thighs to prevents you from backing away from him. your thighs tremble with every swipe of his tongue skillfully lapping at your folds. catching the slick that drops with the flick of his tongue. “'m close, su—o-ohhh—fuck” you curses out. grinding your cunt to his mouth and geto gladly laps it out. his tongue working wonders to make you cum, moaning at your taste and with a suck to your clit. you came undone, your body shaking from the tremors of your orgasm and geto is no stranger from your fast orgasm. knowing how well pregnancy affected you and this isn't the first time. fascinated the first you came when you were pregnant with the twins.

when suguru rises from between your legs, ready to take you. seeing how hard he is and the tip of his cock drips with pre-cum.

“wanna ride you—suguru.” and he obliged. worshipping you in all glory why you used him for your pleasure. leaning against the headboard while you straddled him. putting your full weight on top and he didn't mind the weight. it's a welcoming feeling for him that after what happened he was still yours. creating an effort to mend the rift.

he holds your hips, guiding you to lower to his length. hissing when you slowly sink to his cock. stretching you out and stuffing you full. this one is gentle, no force behind them.

you hold his hand, marvelling how his hands holds you with such tenderness, the hands who made you feel loved and important when everything fails to make you believe that you were important. the hands who held you tightly with no intention of letting you go. the same hands who can snapped someone's neck without breaking a sweat, who could throw a fist without hesitation are holding you with such care like you're a fragile glass that will break at the smallest touch.

“i love you so much, suguru.”

“i love you too.”

geto never knew he could love someone like he loves you. with every moan, the whimpers coming from your mouth, the mewls from every thrust and the way you call his name. your skin flushed against his while he pants your name.

in this state of bliss where nothing could hurt you, lost in the pleasure of being close with to each other. in this world where you two own anything. a world to forget everything.

suguru held you tightly that night. cradles your soft body while he pets your head. kissing your forehead repeatedly. the damage is still there but slowly—baby steps he says. you will slowly heal and when the time comes it was just a bad dream. he will pick every broken pieces of yourself. piece by piece.

he places a palm in his stomach with hope blooming in his chest. in the next months, another addition to the family he have with you will soon come and he looks forward to that. a new hope for him and to you. a new beginning. you two can start again.

a chubby baby boy crawls towards him with the roundest cheeks, chunky legs and arms and the most prominent features, the softest tuft of black hair and it's eyes. it crinkles with every coo and babble while it's hands tried to grab him. it's the spitting image of him.

a son you gave birth to . bringing a new blessing in the family, after the twins. mimiko and nanako gazes at their baby brother with such adoration. they've been wishing for a sibling before their baby brother came.

their baby ryuuji, a baby with the brightest smile, with the cutest laughter and a headstrong baby.

“ryuuji~” you coo at your baby and it laughs. drool escaping the corners of his mouth and you smile at your child.

“mama! i want to hold ryuuji.” nana calls you out. ecstatic to hold his baby brother.

“me too, mama! papa, please!” mimi chimes in.

“okay, you two. careful with ryuuji.”

they enthusiastically wave their arms. sitting in the floor ready to hold their brother. they both cooed with a whispers they were going to be a good, big sisters to him.

suguru presses a kiss to your forehead. grateful for the all the things you gave to him. children who loves both of you and you, a wife, his partner for life.

what's past is never to look back in. no matter how sentimental it is for someone like him. all he ever need was in front of him.

GODSEND TO HIM, A SIN FOR THE OTHER

GETO SUGURU x CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── noncon, established relationship, blood and violence, pregnancy, kids (reader and geto have kids), heavy angst, best friend! gojo, flashbacks, jealousy, no curses au, alcohol consumption, dead dove not eat.

─── first chapter. last chapter.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ for every mistake, punishment takes place.

some things are meant to be hidden. a secret. someone should not dwell with. it's the way to keep things as they are. the most successful things are built in lies — it's better this way. relationships are no exceptions in this unwritten rule. after all, the most successful marriages are built in lies.

that's how you did it. not wanting to risk all the hard work you both built for this life, for this family. never letting the monster get in the way. you kept it. swallow the humiliation you had to endure. try to keep the relationship with your husband to keep afloat. you need to be strong. for the good of all.

geto knew something was up. the moment your smiles wouldn't reach your eyes. the layers of clothing. the mood swings. the fleeting intimacies that you gave to him. everything was forced. he didn't pry it at first. not wanting to upset you and sooner or later you'll open up to him, like you always do but there's always the breaking point which you could never pretend in front of him.

fights among siblings let alone twins is nothing out of ordinary considering they were growing up. exploring and knowing their feelings are considered to be part of understanding things and with the patience and with some comforting words where you would break the twins for fighting and explain what they truly felt and will apologize for hurting the others. that was your approach in teaching the twins to be humble and geto would watch. feeling proud and lucky for having you, raising the children with love.

that's what you are not until you've raised your voice. irritation evident in your voice making the twins stop fighting with each other and tears pooling at the corner sof their eyes. realizing what you have done, horror painting the expression in your face. immediately kneeling in front of the twins and scooping them into a hug.

“i'm sorry nana, mimi. mama never meant it, kay? i'm sorry. i'm sorry.” you apologized over and over again. the twins burying their faces in your shoulders while you try to soothe the two. you never mean it.

geto watch the scene unfold in front of him. it's like you were different. never did he expect for you to snap at them and the seeing you panicking. uneasiness creeps up on him. it's time for him to interfere. it looks like you aren't opening up to him soon.

he finds you in the kitchen washing the dishes. seeing you distressed and the need to talk to you without the twins around, he decided to drop the kids to his parents. they were bothering him for awhile to spend the time with their grandkids and it was the right time.

turning off the faucet, he kisses the side of your head. bringing you back to what you're supposed to be doing. “let me take care of this, i'll join you in bed after this.” he assures you and you nod. there's a squeeze in his chest. you didn't even bother to call his name, not a kiss bestowed upon him. usually you would stop what you were doing, dry your hands in the apron and turns around to hug him and place the sweetest kiss in his lips and you will call his name cutely. telling how much you've missed him but today — no, it's been days and in that moment geto knew there is something bothering you.

you didn't bother to acknowledge his presence, curled up in the side of your bed.

“hey.” he murmurs. his lips ghosting over your exposed skin in your neck. his hair drapes in your shoulder while he places his arm in your stomach and the others pats your hair softly. he only receives a brush of your shoulder hitting his chest and it frustrates him but he never let it control him. knowing that it would turn worse. he sighs.

“what's wrong?”

“there's nothing wrong, suguru.”

turning your head to prove your point but never meeting his gaze.

“there is if you're treating me like this. if this is about you getting upset over the twins, i understand. tell me, please. i couldn't bear to see you acting this way.” he reasoned with his most calm voice. trying for you to open up with him.

“it's not about the twins and i told you there is nothing wrong.” you retorted. you still didn't face him. remaining motionless and geto, he shouldn't be forcing you but he needs to know. he can't let this end today. not wanting to see you pretending in front of him.

“nothing's wrong? and if there is nothing wrong look me in the eyes and tell me nothing is wrong.” holding your cheek while he grabs your shoulder to face him.

“sugu, please don't. i don't want to talk about it. please.” you begged, your voice starting to crack and given your husband's strength. he instantly made you face him.

“just tell me and it would be over. i won't bother you again.” his voice soft, one of the times he oftens used after arguments.

you shake your head and you can't bring yourself to look at him straight in the eyes. you couldn't look. knowing that his loving gaze with trust and devotion swirling in those hues of purple in his eyes.

when you dared to look at his eyes. this is the first time you've looked at him. he was sort of relieved but is short lived when your eyes turned glossy and droplets of tears began to pour out from your eyes.

his eyes widening upon seeing your tears. he never seen you cry this much. this tears it was different. like it was building inside you, waiting for it to break and this is the time.

“he—"

“i'm sorry. i'm sorry— i—i—” your voice cracks and you began sobbing. crying your eyes out.

it broke his heart. knowing how heavy whatever burden you were carrying for these last days.

“you don't need to apologize. i apologize for forcing you.” he assures you while he holds you in his arms. letting you cry out in his chest.

“n—no. i betrayed you. i don't want to ruin, — i don't want you to blame yourself. h-he....”

he? did he hear that right. you were beating yourself up. what are you talking about betraying him and blaming himself. he needs to know more.

“i—i was waiting for you to come home. i was going to tell you that i—” there's a brief pause, finding the right words to tell him. you hesitate for a moment before continuing. “i'm pregnant.” your voice barely above whisper.

he didn't know if he should be happy or sad or be excited at the revelation. he's somehow happy, you were carrying his child again after being blessed with twins and geto is grateful for it. another bundle of joy gracing his life with you again. this moment should be celebrated, worship you with what he have to offer to you he would but the tears and you distraught tells another story. he wouldn't know this if he didn't press the matter with you.

flinching away from him. acting like you being pregnant is the biggest mistake in his whole life. clutching your stomach in an attempt to comfort yourself.

“you're pregnant and you're only telling me right now? why?” he's lost for words. his large palms cupping your round cheeks. droplets of tears rolling.

there is another kind of heartbreak seeing his wife hurt and broken. treating him like he wasn't your place of comfort, to make you feel safe.

“i got scared after what happened.” another fresh batch of tears cascades down your cheeks.

“i don't want to hurt you and be the reason for everything falling out with you.” you sob. every word coming out from your mouth made it impossible to breath.

he holds the sides of your head to look up to him. “and you think beating yourself is the only way to avoid hurting me? i don't care if you'll hurt me, tell me the truth. who's the fucker who harmed you?” he sternly asked.

shaking your head while you blink back the tears. not wanting to remember the night he defiled you in your own home.

geto had the idea of who is it but brushed the idea. believing that he could never do it to you. to him. holding the suspicion until you confessed everything to him.

“it's not your fault. please (y/n). tell me.”

“i thought it was you, he came in drunk. i told him to wait for you and for him to sober up, i went to make him coffee and h-he crept up on me. i pushed him but he didn't back away.”

more tears came streaming down your face and your words barely coherent. you tried to hide it but it was too heavy for you to carry and not having the strength to face him the next day. you braced yourself for him to push you, blame you for you own weakness. you continued to tell him despite the pain.

“i told him— i'm with child.” your voice barely a whisper, holding your stomach and geto looks over to your plump belly.

his jaw clenching from the anger. for failing to protect you but there's more worst to come and he wishes he didn't ask more.

“did he—”

“he stopped—i —i thought it was over. i thought he was sobering up and he told me how he tried for you to cheat on me and—a—and—.....”

he can't even fathom where to begin. he never needed the name to know. you were frightened, scarred to utter the name you deeply hated.

your body shakes, not even his touches could calm you down and the pieces finally putting in place together. you were more scared of him. the apologies repeating like a broken record.

did he put too much faith on his best friend to believe he would never hurt you. where is the friend he could call his brother. never did he thought he was capable of doing this to you.

“i tried to stop him, begged him. i was afraid the twins will wake up and he'll hurt them. i'm so sorry, suguru. i'm sorry.”

he didn't say anything. placing his hand in the back of your head to place into his chest while you cried. the endless tears soaking his shirt but he didn't care. he felt pathetic. leaving you alone to fend for yourself. using yourself to protect his children with you when it is his responsibility to protect his family from harm.

he didn't know if he can forgive himself nor the man whom he treated like a brother.

it was the first breath of spring. a time for new beginnings. a start for everything. he was freshman at that time and so is geto suguru.

they were inseparable. gojo came from a family made of old money and geto came from a humble family. despite that it didn't hinder the bond forming between them. they have each other's back despite their differences.

polar opposites they were. gojo knows how he holds the world in his hands and he takes it for granted. doesn't mean he didn't care for others. it's just how the world works in his and he accepted that. geto on the other hand lived in justice. the saviour in everyone's eyes but it's not charity work. it's for the things he deemed what's right.

they had fallouts too. it's the times where their ideologies clashed. in the end they come to terms of it, like siblings after every fight. then slowly but surely they were like the brothers they never had.

gojo remembers the first time you came into the picture. you weren't special for him and definitely to suguru. he knows suguru like the back of his hand and you were not exactly his type. he was sure you were just going to be another extra in their lives and it will stay that way.

fate begs to differ. when he noticed geto changed. not entirely changed but the way he talks about you like he found a new purpose in his life. the saving grace in his life. he witnessed it all. what he thought was temporary became permanent. it was sudden but accepted it nonetheless.

you fell first but suguru fell harder.

one night in a bar where clinking of glasses can be heard and music booming throughout the room. they sat reminiscing their high school lives and college.

things changed but you remained in their lives. in suguru's life — in his world. you became a part of his world but becoming the world to suguru would be more befitting.

“suguru. you've changed.” gojo started, downing his drink.

geto raised a brow at him and chuckles.

“she got you bad, huh?"

“she's perfect.” geto replied. looking at his reflection in the glass.

gojo tried to find what's special to you that got his friend smitten to you. you're kind of pretty? nothing out of the ordinary.

being suguru's girlfriend meant he sees you more than often then it begins to see you in a different light and it became clear why suguru loves you more than anything in the world.

you became suguru's confidant in everything. the one who fought by his side through trials and tribulations. the light in his darkest days. his hope when everything fails. the one who understood him. the only person who can easily turn his world upside down and pulls the most genuine of smiles from him.

and it crossed in his mind. he wants that too. gojo satoru who have everything wanted the thing he could never have. you.

he tried to find it, someone like you but with no such luck he didn't find it. they were always the same. women who wants nothing but only the pleasure of his company and his wallet.

he wants you but how could he have you when your heart belongs to someone else and suguru have it.

then the green-eyed monster had shown its face. he swore he's not jealous. he wants suguru happy and that's enough but it never was.

maybe he can steal you from him. that never happened not when suguru had informed him the biggest decision of his life.

the second suguru showed him the ring. it was over. suguru didn't need him to change his mind, convinced him that it's a bad decision.

“satoru, i want to spend the rest of my life with her.” is the last thing suguru said to him and he's transported with the newly married couple in front of him. never been happier that they could ever be.

years passed, he abandoned the idea. indulging himself with the pleasure and with the hope he'll find someone like you along the way. unfortunately, it continued the same.

when he arrived at that home, yours and suguru's. the feelings surfaced again. even though you're now married and a mother to suguru's children. how long he missed seeing your face again. your eyes full of life and hope, adoration evident in your face when you look at his best friend. oh how he wished you could look to him like that.

there are newly added trinkets in the living room. the pictures are familiar, considering he was there. the special events in your life with suguru. the wedding picture with a sonogram tucked inside the frame. twins. it's suguru's and yours. children you both call your own.

he feels the sensation of being stabbed in his chest the longer he stares at the picture and he wants to break it. before he could do anything he was called.

you weren't warming up to him. no matter what the occasion is, you kept your guard when he's present. the whispers and the conversations with suguru about him. how he presents himself to you like he hated you. if only you knew. you weren't to blame for it. the first impressions made an impact on both of your lives. not liking each other upon the first meeting and he understands it. there is a denial in everything and he's no exception of it. too late for him to realize he was falling for you.

when things don't favor him, gojo had this habit to indulge himself. a way for him to deal with the first of his failures in his life and for the first time it was heartbreak. blinded by his jealousy and the want to ruin everything. including his dearest best friend and his wife.

he knows he's a lightweight, when the alcohol draws fire in his throat he was dizzy. he didn't know where he was. he thinks he'll wake in a stranger's bed again and he's walking away where his body would take him and it brought him to you.

knocking at the door with no hesitation and he can hear the footsteps nearing the door and when it opened he stumbles. calling your name in a flirty way and guiding him to sit on the couch.

he sat there for awhile, trying to combat the intoxication. he sits still your voice waking him up and your scent it drives him crazy. good thing he didn't consume much — it's enough to keep his inhibitions and he's sobering slowly.

he stands up following you to the kitchen, he sees you grabbing a mug from the cupboard and his sick fantasies came up to him. seeing you all domestic and caring, he began to carry it out. his large arms wrapping around your plush waist and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. inhaling your scent like a husband would do after work, except he wasn't your husband, he's not suguru.

some fucking would be nice when you love him and you're eager to please him. it clearly wouldn't happen when you pushed him. the mug shattering into tiny pieces as you dropped it.

“come on, (y/n). is this how to treat your husband's buddy?” he coos while you slowly backed away from him. he steps forward, the sound of cracking resonates in the silence of your kitchen.

“suguru will be home soon, you should go now.” you warned to him but he ignores it.

“not for an another hour.” he smugly says. slapping the side of his head to shake the remnants of the alcohol in muddied brain. taking off his glasses and he sees you clearly.

the nightie you were wearing suits you. a pretty coal-colored highlighting your skin. the stretch marks visible and considering what you were wearing. suguru would come home in such a tempting delight which he'll gladly feasts on and he wishes it was meant for him.

when your back hit the wall behind you. he couldn't resist to touch you and the moment he did. you slapped him. he licks his lips. touching the spot where your hand came in contact with his cheek followed by a warn.

“don't touch me.”

he almost want to laugh. acting brave but under that false bravado of yours — you were scared.

the longer he stares at you, it reminds him that you were never his and an attempt to guilt you of things. his mouth opening to spite you.

“you know, suguru and i were unstoppable. we're wild, young and free...” holding his dark glasses and he sees his reflection. his blue eyes glimmering. looking back at you to tell all the things how they lived their life before you came.

“then you came, barging into suguru's life. i thought it wouldn't last. sugu's not one for commitments, you know. you were just going to be his plaything and then he fell for you, hard and then he's married you and heck, you even gave him twins.” he recalls how suguru changes the way he lived. putting efforts the things he didn't bother to do. how you occupied his mind with the thoughts lingering.

you ruined everything, you ruined suguru. he convinces himself that it was your fault and suguru could never back to the way he lived before you but it never was. he wants the life suguru have with you.

“i'm happy for him. truly. suguru's a lucky one, ain't he?” he doesn't mean it. he was never really happy for suguru no matter what.

he studied your expression, there was fear. he can almost hear your heart beating. his gaze following your sight while he speaks up. you were planning to get away from him.

“i'm not finished, (y/n).”

placing his hand in your shoulder which you immediately slapped. “i said don't touch me!” he didn't listen. finding your outburst rather adorable. this was the angry you.

he squeezes your shoulders rendering you freezing up. “i'm not jealous of suguru but seeing you two happy makes me want to destroy it.” he stares at you deeply.

caging you in his arms and you fear what will happen next. “satoru, please! the twins are sleeping upstairs!” cute. such a good mother you are. you were concerned for your children than your own being. it brings a scowl to his face. your children are another reminder of what he wanted.

you were on the verge of tears. looking back and forth to him and to the stairs. how would you look when you cry? the thought made him hard. his cock straining in his pants and you were so close to him.

his sight lowering to see your soft belly protruding in the nightie you were wearing. he places his palm in it. relishing the warmth and softness of it. the fertile womb you have to carry such healthy children. “suguru's blessed. a wife to come home to, a warm bed with you beside him, children who loves him and you.” placing his cold palm in your cheek in which upon the contact, you recoiled like he was disgusting.

you inhaled and exhaled. a attempt to calm yourself it seems. he was wrong. with all your strength you shove him. smart girl. he thought but he was fast. catching your hand but you pulled it fast enough to get away from him and you ran.

you were slow. in his long strides he immediately caught up to you. his large hand grabbing the back of your nightie and followed by a ripping sound. halting your speed making you trip and on instinct.

he traps you with his body. dwarfing you in size despite being bigger than other girls. pinning your arms beside your head to stop you from thrashing. he can't help but to break in a huge grin seeing you helpless under him.

“me and suguru used to share a lot in things. what's the difference when i'm having a taste of what's his?” leaning down to kiss you but you avoided it by moving your head to the side. ending with only kissing your cheek.

gojo was frustrated with this and when you screamed at him. he stopped, hearing the next words coming out from your mouth.

“stop it! I'm with child!” his grip loosens and then you started crying. removing himself from you and then you curled up to the side. covering your mouth with your hand to muffle the cries, the whimpers and hiccups escapes everytime you breathe.

he sat there, contemplating about his haste decisions. you have that effect to people — to men like him. losing their inhibitions when they fall for you. he peers at you behind the bangs of his hair. your body shook with every sob and whimper. this is what he have to ruin. you're a temptress and he should let you know the effect you have to suguru.

the times where he tried for suguru to betray you. tempting him with women whose close to perfection, who had more character than you, who have many things to offer more him. say the word and they'll bend on his will. geto remained unfazed with the women presented in front of him — he's fully aware of his charms to the opposite sex . a disinterested smile while he lights a cigarette. he got only eyes for you.

can suguru look at you the same when he takes you for him?

you look divine. like an angel for him to ruin. the strap of your nightie falls in your shoulder. your back exposed, the gash in your clothing adds the allure you have. the slip-up dress rides showing your creamy thighs. it's like you were meant for him but another man had to take you away.

he thinks of suguru. things will change definitely after this. he thinks of him. his dear wife sprawled on the floor — crying her eyes out from his own doings. what made him stop? it is because he's aware that you're pregnant and he couldn't do that to you or he's blinded by his own jealousy and realizing that he can't own everything. he didn't know, all he can think is you. he waited. he was patient the whole way. no one can ever make him feel the way you bewitched him.

he didn't care anymore.

and he did the unthinkable. his cold hands warming up from the contact of your warm skin. you immediately thrashed over him but he didn't stop. spreading your legs wide open to place himself between it. freeing his hardened cock to his pants to nest at your heat. you have the prettiest pussy he had ever seen. slick drips between them. he holds your wrists preventing from resisting him.

he swiftly entered inside you. groaning at the warmth of your velvety walls gripping him so sweetly. he stares at you while he fucks you. the tears falling like waterfalls while he continued to slip inside and out. he can't hear you pleading—only the involuntarily moans and whimper sounding so heavenly in his ears.

when he was sure you aren't going to fight him anymore, your plush stomach riddled with stretch marks and scars exposed to him. watching as it jiggles from his ministrations. his fingers digging at the softness of them without a care of the life growing inside you.

with a cunt so tight gripping his cock. it didn't take long for him to empty himself inside you. panting softly after the sweet release he had. he slips out of you. staring at your spent body with lust. he felt no remorse. he tasted you and it was worth the betrayal.

your body trembles while you press yourself to the wall. curling up like you accepted what he had done. his sight darting to the damaged nightie. picking it up to dress you. forcefully dressing you up.

he went to touch you but you screeched at him. yelling at him to get out. standing on wobbly legs and throwing a punch to him with all your might. it didn't hurt him. he allows you to punch until your legs gave up. kneeling in the cold floor while you hug yourself.

with no words and the deed done, he left. closing the door to leave you alone. he's numb up at this point. he can hear your cries merging with the cold wind blowing in the blue night.

“suguru, i love you. more than anything in the world.”

he laughs followed by a long sweet kiss to your lips when he heard that coming from you. scooping you in his arms as he spins you around. squealing and giggling the whole time.

“i love you too.” he says back and suguru felt he hit the jackpot when you smiled at him.

it seems like yesterday when you said that to him and it never changed. loving him with all your heart without asking anything to return. all in a night of confessions change in his outlook of life forever.

a wife's cry is equivalent to the fury for the husband. images of you crying keeps replaying in his mind. the anguish and the shame. blaming yourself for the helplessness you have shown for the best friend he calls.

he didn't understand why gojo would escalate into something like this. he needs to know why.

in situation where suguru needs to find gojo—there's only one place he frequented. a small bar located near the ends of the city. entering the bar he sees his friend. nursing a drink in one of the seats. the bartender drying glasses and pouring drinks for the other regulars.

geto sat beside him, he isn't the type to throw a punch without a reason and cause a scene with eyes watching around them. he don't want this extras to meddle with his own life — their lives.

“want to take this outside, satoru?”

“sure.”

they settled in a deserted park. no one will interfere and before anyone could speak. geto fist swung, colliding with satoru's cheek. the latter stumbles upon the contact. his glasses falling into the ground, showing his blue eyes. blood spilling in the corner of his mouth. his posture hunched and gojo shakes his head. spitting the blood.

geto didn't give him the time to recover swinging his fist again, hitting satoru again in the cheek. it was heavier than the first punch making him fall to the ground. his back hitting the grassy ground and geto holds his collar.

“what's your deal, satoru?” his voice dripping with venom and gojo didn't need to ask what this is all about.

“this isn't like you suguru, getting worked up for some woman.” gojo chuckles meeting suguru's bloodshot eyes raging with fury and geto punched him again.

“woman? the woman you are talking about is my wife, satoru. why the hell did you do that? answer me." pulling gojo by the collar of his shirt.

“i was drunk.” gojo reasoned. a poor excuse for defiling you.

“drunk? drunk enough to creep up to my wife and force her? she's begging for you to stop and what did you do? you violated her! made her feel that it was her fault that it happened that you can't control yourself!” geto's eyes narrowed.

gojo inhaled sharply before exhaling. looking at the dark sky behind suguru. he didn't regret it. no matter how suguru lashes out to him. it was worth to get beat up.

“she ruined you, suguru. you weren't like this. what happened to you?” gojo stares at him with such confidence, no remorse in his eyes and it made suguru's blood to boil.

“she didn't ruin anything, satoru. you ruined her. she didn't deserve that. even a monkey would act better than you, satoru. i didn't know you would stoop this low.”

“i thought we were fine with sharing, suguru. you can't be that selfish for me not to have your wife. she—”

gojo didn't finish what he was saying. geto's fist interrupting him. pummeling his face with no hesitation. geto sees red. his fists acting like they had a mind on their own. he didn't know his friend anymore. it's true, they shared a lot in the past but it was before you.

they were young, wild and free. acting they ruled the world. they were unstoppable. when suguru met you. he changed. wanting to be the man you deserved.

“it's the past, satoru. my wife is not a toy to be passed around. hurting her is the same as betraying me, satoru. i won't lament over the bond we shared. this is a reminder, a consequence of what you've done, satoru.” dropping his collar and with that suguru left him alone. in that cold park. bloodied and bruised. he'll live.

geto grabbed a stick of cigarette in his pocket. lighting it up. wiping the blood smeared into his cheek and he shakes his head looking at his bloodied knuckles. taking a drag of the cigarette and exhaling the fumes.

he didn't regret what he had done. it wasn't half of the pain he inflicted to you. he needs more, much worse from what he had done. he would heal from that wounds but you — you will never heal from what he had done but he will make sure you wouldn't hurt anymore. he will try to make you forget it even it is the last thing he'll do.

gojo laid bruised and bloodied. he can't open his left eye. he didn't care. was it too much to ask for anything, for you. perhaps he underestimated suguru.

after what he had done, gojo can't help but to think of you. a godsend you are to suguru and you will be always the sin for him and he would repeat the same sin — again and again.

— BEAST BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT

ENTRY #003 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. BAROU SHOUEI + MONSTERFUCKING

— monsterfucking is a subgenre of xeno, which refers to characters or pairings involving decidedly non-humans, including aliens and science fiction as well as supernatural creatures.

• pairing: barou shoei x chubby reader

• content warnings: werewolf! barou, breeding, mating press, creampie, cunnilingus, dubcon, knots, talks about having pups.

• a/n: this was supposed for day three and whelp. got swept up with works and here we are. reblogs and comments are much appreciated. thank you!

in a small town strange things happen during the full moon and you were the one to experience what happens under the moonlight.

the rays of moonlight illuminated the whole place. the wind colder, pricking at your skin with the gust causing goosebumps to erupt all over to your skin and a shiver following suit.

nights like this with the full moon out. villagers tend to be wary at times like this. the beast comes out tonight, the elders would say but you never believe such rumors. disposing such details as tales to scare the children for coming out at night. careful, they say when you passed a group of villagers you meet earlier. taking a shortcut to our way home and you never heed such warning and that leaves you in your current predicament.

sprawled in the forest floor, head spinning as you groan. your vision a little blurry. squinting your eyes, trying to adjust your sight in the darkness with only the moonlight your source for guidance in this forest.

stubbornness be damned at your current situation. sitting up while you checked your body for wounds. touching your head you came to a conclusion that there's a bump building up from the impact of falling and a few scratches littering your arms. it wasn't too bad. thanks for the extra fat you were carrying acting as cushion. minimizing the damage of the impact. wait. you stopped for a moment to think. what the hell happened to you?

all you can remember is a pair of red eyes glimmering in the dark looking at you and then a rustle in the nearby bushes and you blacked out.

it was pure instinct. barou was still on his senses when he attacked you. little you walking all alone in this side of the forest. a dangerous feat like you doing when someone like him lurking in the darkness. searching and hunting for a meal and yet you present yourself freely to him without a care. a meal for a king.

it's been two years since he turned. one night with the moon shining in it's full glory. he was attacked and bitten rendering him useless to fought back and then he turned. in every full moon he had to deal with the transformation and barou hates the dirt in the forest and the town that surrounds it. he had to be locked up in that basement of his own home in the first year. his parents and younger siblings were aware of it and to keep them safe he have to locked himself. to keep everyone safe especially his family. he had no control of the beast no matter how he tried to control to it.

then one night in that year during in one of his transformation, a enticing scent wafts through the cracks of his home. the scent leaving him dizzy and surprisingly calm — the pounding in his skull had stopped, the bones that snapped and cracked in the process of his transformation wasn't much painful than it was. his nose twitching — sniffing the scent that lingers in the air and what entity could produce such alluring scent that it made the beast in him to be calm and turns out it was you.

after the lashings that occured in the room. his mother had informed that you were present that night. the information made him quiver in anticipation. if you were the one who can calm him then you should be by his side. he learned to control the beast with the mere memory of your scent burning in his mind and that made him free to lurk in the forest and the rumors started. you were the stupid one not to believe in such things and look where it got you within reach for him to claim.

your eyes wide and the he can smell the arousal dripping in your tight hole. you're scared and in the same time aroused. how pathetic for a puny human like you. he's within your sight as he emerges in the darkness.

you slowly backed away from him with your palms digging in the ground. your feet kicking in slow manner while you crawled backward away from him. never seen such monstrosity in your whole life and your heart beats per mile out of fear. you thought the rumors surrounding this town wasn't true and here you are meeting the center of the rumors.

“stay still, or i will hurt you.” he warns. his gruff voice and the tone of authority in his voice seems familiar but he couldn't be? there's no way and what happened?

swallowing, you began to examine the man or rather a werewolf in front of you. standing in it's hind legs, tall and proud. his bulky build. his black fur, there's a streak of red on it and those red eyes. they're awfully familiar. someone you've known for a long time.

“shou?” you asked unsure. blinking a few times and there's the sound of scoff coming from him.

“took you long enough to recognize me.” he says.

“what happened?” dusting your palms from the dirt that clung to it and his eyes narrowed at the question.

“i got bitten.” he briefly answers.

“oh...” gulping as you stared at him and barou noticed and there's the familiar feeling creeping into him. if it was to kill and wreck havoc in his path, tonight was different. there's a tight knot in his stomach and the need to breed someone — you. he had gotten cycles of rut during his transformations and he took care of it but he don't think he can control himself when there is now you.

his pupils dilating, darkening with every intake of the air with your scent mixed into it and suddenly he's drooling. snarling that leaves you shaking in fear. his fangs baring and there's an animalistic growl rumbling through his chest and you began to panic.

“shouei?!” you try to call out to him but he doesn't seem to care about it. in a swift moment, his claws meet with your clothing and tore it apart. a squeak coming from your mouth with the movement. leaving you bare and you shiver upon the contact of cool air to your skin.

you try to wiggle out of his grasp but a snarl and his fangs baring to you, stopped you from doing so. his sharp fingers clawing through your exposed skin. it drags but not hard enough to wound you. his palms pressing in your flabby arms to pin you down while his tongue laps through the surface of your skin.

dragging his tongue effectively leaving damp marks on its wake, to your neck and to your chest. his mouth claiming a nipple to suckle. teeth biting and tongue swirling to your hardened bud. you were afraid that he was going to tear the flesh from how hard he was sucking then with a loud pop he removes himself from it. his attention now to your soft stomach. his tongue lavishing it with such attention, leaving nips and there's a wet patch glistening while his tongue made a path on its wake.

he can smell you. his snout nuzzling at your clothed pussy. even in the barrier created by the cloth. he can feel how warm it was. your slick dampening your panties and fuck, he awaits for a feast. he rips your undergarments and he can feel you shiver from it.

parting your legs, gaining access to your dripping cunt and fuck this is what he imagined. your fat pussy dripping with slick. inviting him to take a lick and licking it wouldn't satisfy him. he intends to feast on your heat.

“s-shou!” you choked out his name. his long flattened tongue taking a swipe over to your perineum and above to your hole and then to your clit. the coarse texture of his wet muscle adding sensitivity to your already soaked folds.

barou growls at your taste. your sweet juice dripping out from your aching hole and he laps it with such vigor like he's a man derived of water for a long time and this only salvation is the sweet nectar coming from your hole.

at this state he was catching the slick falling out of your heat. kissing your pussy like a man to his lover. full of want and need. his large palms skimming through the expanse of your thighs mindful not to cut his sharp claws but it leaves rather impossible from you attempting to get away from his tongue. leaving him no choice but to wrap his arms around your luscious thighs.

back arching and lowering your body to him — constantly switching in position. the desire and wanting to stay away from him yet going back to his tongue flicking your labia and sucking your clit. you can feel his sharp canine teeth teasingly biting your clit. tongue wriggling inside your hole, slick gushing out continuously like waterfalls which he gladly devours.

your toes curling and legs tense from how eager he is from eating your pussy out. abdomen tight with the impending build up of your orgasm like a newly lighted wick of a dynamite close to exploding. his snout tickling your mound with it's cold surface.

“i—m, c—close, shou— going to cum” you gasped out, taking gulps of air for you to breath.

the beast between your legs growls. knowing well you're close to release. he can smell it. feel it. your walls contracting and spasming.

his tongue swipes your clit in a brutal pace and with a sharp suck to your swollen clit. you came. forcing a loud moan to escape from your lips. grinding your pussy to his mouth while the creamy liquid from your orgasm came rolling like droplets.

panting from your intense orgasm. you thighs tremble as it squished in the man's head. there's an obscene sound of him slurping your juices. you can't help but to hiss. pulling his hair to stop him but he continued nonetheless.

looking down below, your dark orbs meeting his own dark red eyes. staring back at you with such intensity leaving you to feel so small in front of him. his mouth still moving not leaving a drop of your juices. a string of saliva or drool or whatever mix it was — still attached to your cunt and to his mouth.

“i just ate you out and you're already ruined for me.” he says wiping the drool in his mouth.

“what's gotten into you?” you managed to rasp out from your orgasm and you still can't believe being given head in the middle of the forest.

he didn't utter any word. there's only a rampant growl brewing inside him ready to burst any given moment. he hovers above you. his large body covering your softer body. this is barou — in his werewolf form. it didn't much made any difference in his human form. hulking and commanding everyone from him. selfish and territorial he was. being turned into a werewolf just intensified those features of him. unwavering and dominating in every single way. eyeing his form above you.

barou's muscular. his muscles bulging. veins popping decorating his arms like swords of lightning. you can swear there's a vein popping in his forehead.

large palms skims in the back of your legs and it runs down to the back of your thighs before lifting it up. you let out a squeak when he lifts them up before pressing to your chest. folding you in half. your rolls squishing as it was met with barou's force.

there's an animalistic growl coming from him. his bulbous tip protruding at your entrance. your hole already squeezing at his tip from how wide it was. he's huge. incredibly huge. his tip a dark shade of red. angry red that drips with pre-cum and the length and the girth. it would be a pain for you take it. a vein protruding from the base to it's shaft. standing proud and tall.

slowly inching — length by length burying his girth inside you and barou growls. his blood red eyes turning dark than it already was and the vein in his forehead almost popping at the intensity. you let out a sharp gasp when in one swift movement he buried himself deep inside you.

there's a burning sensation in your walls. his cock heavy and snug inside you and you can't help but to let your tears flow from your eyes. he buried his muzzle in your neck. inhaling your scent while the tapered tip of his tongue draw pattern in your skin. trying to ease the sensation of being stretched out by his huge cock.

your cunt clenching to him tightly and even in his brute nature he waited for you to adjust. you were everything he imagined and fuck did you feel so good around him. his bulging knot resting at your entrance.

“oh fuck—” he curses out, a bit muffled. “i knew you could take me.” before pulling out and bottoming against to you. “going to breed this pussy. fill you up with my pups.”

the push and pull of his cock getting more prominent. he puts his hands in the back of your head and your hands finding refugee in his arms holding for your dear life. your thighs and legs burning from the position but you endured it. aware that you can't escape barou's hulking form — half of weight into you.

he never left your sight. his eyes wide with the intent to fuck your brains out. his hips beginning to slap into yours in a faster pace. the sounds getting loud — echoing in the ground of the forest and if there's anyone nearby you two would be mistaken as animals in heat and barou fucks you like he means it.

the drag of his heavy cock melding into your velvety walls added by the vein that cascades to his length. you couldn't help but to clench around him like you weren't being split in half by his pulsing cock.

your moans and whimpers along with his snarls and growls being in sync. he fucks you so hard that you fear he'll crush your skull from how brutal he was pounding into you.

you abandoned the thought. trusting the man wholeheartedly that he wouldn't harm you with the exception from the roughness you were taking from his fucking.

his snout or rather mouth went to take a dip into yours. although, he can't fully kiss you. his tongue made the work. slithering into your mouth, occasionally swiping the corners of your mouth. his drool mixing with your spit and saliva creating a smooching sound. it almost made you cry that barou could be this gentle minus the rough fucking you were taking.

your body quivering and jiggling. the flabs of your arm and the suppleness of your thighs rippling from the impact of his thrusts.

you came before you knew it. creaming around his cock when he pushes his knot inside you. the added length hitting your g-spot with his tip and you were drowned in the pleasure of it.

if didn't take long before spilling his hot, thick cum inside you. spurts after spurts. his knot added by your tight hold of his cock — he couldn't stop cumming. ensuring the chances of fertility to your womb with his future pups.

it is all coincidence — really. when he sensed you walking alone in the area and his instincts taking over — purely from his rut — took you.

his musky scent and your heady scent lingers in the air. he sniffs from it, making sure to burn in his memory. his first rut with you. his cock couldn't stop from pumping your full of his load deep inside you. his balls tight from it.

satisfaction and proud of what he had done. he slowly pulled out. his warm cum following suit and he frowns. what a waste. he eyes you down. you were still reeling from the haze of your orgasm and he can't help but to be enraptured and drawn to your plush form and of course to you. cheesy as it may sound you were destined to be his.

you were perfect for him. fitting for a king.

barou scoops your sleeping form before going back home to clean himself and you.

too tired to move and when sleep calls for you — the last you see is a pair of red eyes looking at you and you smiled when darkness engulfs you in his arms.

when you wake up, the ache between your legs is the first thing you noticed. removing the blanket. you were dressed in a white shirt that is a little bit tight on you and black shorts that obviously wasn't yours. you can see the bruises blooming all over your legs and in your thighs. he really had gone wild to you.

a thud coming from the coffee cup being placed in front of you. unlike barou's werewolf form where his coal colored fur bristles, his hair was down. fresh from the shower you think. he sits in front of you. giving you only the intense look he always had.

memories came flooding to you. placing your palm in your stomach. you remember how he ravished you with the intent of getting you rounder for his pups.

“you've bred me?” you ask softly to him.

“i did. made sure you're full of my cum. i'm waiting for the results.” he said gruffly.

“are you sure it will take?”

“it will. if it didn't — i'm going to ravage you again until you get pregnant with my pups.” patting your thighs littered with bruises. your face warming from his declaration. he sure did made a number on you.

“don't let your pretty head worry. i'll take care of you and our pups.” pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before nuzzling to the spot in your neck where he bit you.

you nod and you can't help but to think than it only happened last night where the moon in it's full glory had led you to this kind of fate to the man who just claimed you last night. strange things do happen when there's moonlight shining all over the place.

— A LESSON TO LEARN

ENTRY #005 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. KISHIBE + EXHIBITIONISM

— exhibitionism is the term most commonly used for the action of being nude and/or engaged in a sexual act for others to witness visually.

• pairing: kishibe x chubby reader

• content warnings: public sex (alleyway), reader is in her twenties, kishibe in his fifties, spanking, calling of whore, kishibe calls reader, kiddo.

you have a lot to learn considering you're new in the public safety division and whose much better to learn from is the man who had years of experience, the strongest devil hunter — kishibe.

kishibe really lives out to his name being called the strongest in the division and to your expectations of him when you first entered the doorways of the public safety commission — you knew you were there for the thrill and the with the astronomical salary paid for people with your line of work.

and of course, to meet kishibe.

despite the adrenaline you were chasing for — death and fun are in the same page of your vocabulary — you need to at least toughen up in this line of work the high you were looking for and you were given the opportunity to be trained by no other than kishibe. thanks to ms. makima for her connections.

it didn't matter how old he was to you. the older someone is, the more experienced they have and he was perfect to you.

“the circumstances isn't what i expected coming from someone like you.” he says gruffly. taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke out. his eyes narrowing and yet he remained emotionless.“hunting devils isn't for people like you who seeks it for fun. this ain't a playground for you to play, kiddo.” pulling the silver flask from his coat and taking a swig from it.

you were annoyed by it. you knew you were young and being young and knowing the future that waited for you. it seems right to enjoy it.

seeing you were affected by what he was saying with your brows scrunch, the little mean pout and the glare you were sending to him. kishibe knew you were stubborn. youngsters this days.

“perhaps you could find something that will satisfy you.”

it was a low for someone like him to be fucking someone in a dark alleyway. his coat abandoned in his feet, pants pooling in his waist and the few buttons of his shirt are undone while his large cock is buried deep inside your sopping cunt.

you were the someone he is currently fucking in a dark alleyway with bystanders passing by with, unaware of you two both but with your filthy moans echoing — it wouldn't be too long for someone to notice you both.

“if i've known this also the fun you wanted — i should have fucked you sooner.” he groans behind your ears. his breath ragged while he drills his cock to your fat pussy. the back of your knee hooked in his arm while you moaned out his name.

kishibe didn't expected that at his age and his experiences in women — he would be still disciplining a brat like you. a few decades younger than him.

“told you — 'm not a kid, kishibe — mmph” you moaned out as you taunt him. if he would treat you like a kid then better be a brat for him. you giggled looking above him with his eyes neutral and his face monotonous but it looks like he was cracking from his facade.

his eyebrows raising while he examines you. your skirt bunched up to your waist. your blouse discarded along with his coat. showing the the side of your head pressed to the cold wall while you look to him like you were challenging him and you were getting too cocky for his taste.

“you're not a kid? hm?” he hums, questioning you with a confirmation. his hips snapping to yours and you let out a squeal from the sudden pace of his pounding to you. “then you wouldn't mind being shown like a whore to this people.” he says. spreading you wider and with your chunky leg hook in his arm, he positioned it to the direction where unsuspecting people passing by in the alleyway. if there's a unknown soul who turn his head to the direction. they can your fat cunt on display with his cock sliding in and out of your hole.

the thought of being seen by someone while getting your hole used sends shocks of shiver running down to your spine and to your pussy. the thought of it got you clenching around him and kishibe groans.

“you like that? you like someone watching you while you're getting impaled by an old cock, huh?” you gushed more from his filthy words. your slick dripping out as it runs down to his length.

“yes! i love it very much! please!” you cried out. your nerves tingling from how he was hard from he was fucking you. the sound of skin slapping and your cunt squelching from his length turns you on more and you didn't want it to end. finding the thrill of being fucked in a public place by your senior.

“more — please! fuck me harder!” moving your own hips to match his speed. your hand reaching out for his head and pulling it close for you to kiss him. turning your head to the side to meet his face and then his lips capturing your own. turning it on a more heated kiss. both of your tongues clashing in the insides of your mouth. “mmmm” his fingers coming to rub your swollen clit while his other hand gripping the rolls of your stomach. finding the leverage to continue his barrage of thrusts to your warm hole.

holding his head, you can feel the stitches in his cheek. rubbing into your face and that adds to the appeal of him. the sensation being too much for you and it wouldn't be too long before you can cum. your fingers pinching and pulling your nipple.

you didn't care about the noises coming from you. you weren't afraid of being someone with your body full on display as long you were under his touch.

your plush body quivers when the tip of his cock — hits the soft spot inside you making your juices drip down. “hit me there! hit me there again!” and kishibe complies to your wishes. angling his hips to a different position to hit that special spot inside you. raising your leg a little higher.

his cock throbs more than ever the more he buries himself deep inside you. the moment he took you under his wing — he knew he fucked up. you unknowingly bewitched him and it was his fault. you were deranged from the moment you joined his division. too fucked up and too crazy to ever fear death and he realizes him fucking you in this place will never satisfy your greed.

with a harsh bounce as you lower yourself to him. his balls slapping to your pussy. your warm walls came convulsing around him. making sure you were going to milk him dry and that triggers his own high. groaning and muttering a curse as he bit the crook of your neck while you milked him for all his worth.

his hot, white, sticky cum warming and painting your insides. generous amount of his cum seeping deep inside your walls that it creates a creamy, white ring at the side of his cock while still being inside you.

“you filthy whore.” he rasped out and it made you giggle. “yes. i'm your filthy whore.” looking at him with a daze look and he couldn't deny you still look innocent despite just being fucked by him.

turning around to face him and you hisses from the sensitivity. his cock still buried inside you. “i will be always your whore — kishibe.” kissing the tip of his nose.

“sure you are.” he muttered. pulling his length out from you. his cum running down to your creamy thighs. after fixing himself up. he grabbed his coat along with your blouse. assisting you dressing up and turning around with his back facing you. after making sure you were decent you followed him.

a huge smile etched from your face and kishibe takes a swig of the liquid in his flask. hearing you follow him and kishibe damn sure, he will never take someone as crazy like you under his wing again.

it was a lesson to learn for a man like him.

— CLOSER TO GOD

ENTRY #009 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. GETO SUGURU + POWER PLAY

— where one person takes on the role of dominant, and the other submissive.

• pairing: geto suguru x chubby reader

• content warnings: begging, doggystyle, talks about being a god, hints of breeding kink, orgasm denial.

closer you are to him than anybody else in his family — a luxury than anyone could afford. you are still be reminded of your position — beneath him.

maybe you've forgotten your place and it's his responsibility to put you back.

you're part of his little family. the others who joined him supporting him of his ambition and the one who he had saved from damnation. you came from the latter. with nothing in your name but with your technique you were perfect for him. that's why you walked by his side through the line of people bow their heads for him.

in slow footsteps where you're also bowing to him. out of respect. devotion. you were close enough to be equal to him and yet, you worship him. his family shouldn't worship him and see him as someone who can they trust and that's enough but seeing you being meek and hanging on his words. he could be so weak.

that's why he's a slave to your touches. that your eyes would be only for him. stare right at you where your eyes would glimmer with hope and desire for him. your laughter it would be only for him to hear. your body is made for his hands. for him to touch. for him to mold in his own. and with this — gods should never fall lower to mere mortals. gods are made to listen to mortals and grant them with their pleas as they see fit not the other way around.

“g—geto-sama.” you call out to him. your voice a little unsure like you were still finding it — similar to a puppy who is yet to learn to howl.

you stand in front of him. looking at him with curiousness. the effect you have on him. if he was a man who is weak-willed, he had crumbled long ago. he still had to establish the hierarchy in this position. he is the one to guide, to create the right world for someone like you.

his gaze is indifferent. maybe there's an adoration on it but he didn't let it show to you. after all you're beneath him and it would always be.

he hums. responding to your call of his name. his sight raking all over you and you were beautiful like you were made for him. he can make out what your body like is under that kimono you were wearing.

intricate patterns are embroidered, with colors of the sun and greeneries woven in the fabric. silk. fitting for someone like you, with him.

there's imperfections under that clothing but it has nothing to do when being ravished by him. it's all for him to see and no one else.

“strip.” he orders with no hesitation. his voice gravelly low, sending sparks to your stomach and you complied. knowing that you can't defy his wishes.

your fingers trembles as you fumble over the laces of your kimono. letting out a shaky breath. your hands tugging at the knot of your obi and then it falls in the ground like a feather. grasping the collars and slipping out of them. it brushes on your bare shoulders and it ends up in your shoulders with your collarbone exposed and you stopped for a moment.

there's hesitation in there when you've stopped in the middle. are you still shy around him. had he ravaged you not enough to feel uncomfortable in your skin and the disobedience. he made his orders clear and with the defiance, consequences are to follow.

he leans down into you. his cheek touching yours and you can feel his warm breath grazing the skin of your bare shoulder. his hand wandering to your back until it tugs to your kimono leaving it to pool at your ankles.

“it's easy.” he tells you and there's a unfamiliar glint in his eyes. “i've spoilt you for too long.” the back of his hand brushing your cheeks and his lips dangerously close and you thought he's going to kiss you and the disappointment in your face. it was one of satisfaction for him.

he could be so mean. dark and brooding. he knows what he want and what he want right now is you begging. watch as you tried to reach out to him. your eyes turning glossy with the cries coming from your plump lips.

“please, geto-sama.” there's a tremble in your voice. he can hear you sniffle with your mouth muffled by the pillows below you. laying in your stomach while your ass is raised for him to do whatever he please.

his gojoseya is already discarded with his muscles for him to display and it's such a shame you can't ogle your eyes on them. you've indulge in them for so long and with the previous marks and scratches are already healing and the fault lies in him. he had let you do whatever you pleased to him and it's his responsibility to put you back. know that he's still in control with you.

calloused hands travels to your back and to your ass cheeks. admiring the rolls adorning your back and to your cellulite in your cheeks before a giving it a sharp slap making the part jiggle and he admires it like a piece of art. “geto-sama, please.” you begged once again and he scowls. “what did i tell you?” he says, giving your ass a another slap. gripping the sheets tighter as you gritted your teeth to endure the stinging pain. “that i should keep quiet. 'm sorry.” you almost sob.

“you're never sorry...” he says. his sight darting to your pussy that is soaking wet that your slick is gathering around your hole. “and what's this? you're dripping wet from just being spanked. filthy girl.” he added. his tone so condescending but there's amusement in them. “perhaps, i'll just leave you like this.” he taunts and you cried.

“no, no, no—please geto-sama. i'll be a good girl. please let me cum. let me make you feel good.” looking behind you with tears threatening to spill. scared of being denied release. “very well.”

he climbs behind you. a silent curse leaving his mouth as he finally sheathed his cock inside your warm walls. holding your hips making sure he's deep inside you before moving his hands to your bare shoulder and to the back of your hands intertwining with his and he begins to move his hips.

your body bounces — every part of your body moves from the way he is thrusting deep inside you. he presses his palms to the back of your hand. grasping it making it impossible for you to move while his whole weight is pressed against you. his lips nibbling your ears and you take it. you've always let him used you. offered yourself for him to use it however it pleases. you owed him your life and to lay with such man, with geto suguru is using all the luck in your life to be with him.

“'so good, geto-sama...” you moaned out. almost biting the pillows just to muffle the whines while he pounds behind you. fat of your ass hitting his pelvic regions and he almost hisses from the tightness of your pussy. so tight and right that you don't want to let him go and you will stay be his side forever.

“of course it is. i'm the only one who can make you feel this good.” he whispers. holding your jaw in his hand roughly. squishing the flesh around there. “yes! only you who could make me feel this good, geto-sama.” you slurred out, drool escaping from the corner of your lips from how good he is.

he continued his movements, making sure it's rough and deep. then a thought came into his mind. he could just give you his child. he knows you're more than capable of it. seeing how you take good care of the twins. he can just give you on his own and fuck, it just made his dick twitch.

“—close, geto-sama. 'm close...” you tell him and you didn't need to tell him. just a little more. grasping your jaw and forcing it to the side for you to meet his lips. pulling you into a deep kiss with his tongue exploring your inside. when you were close to your own release, his hips stutters from his rough pounding and there's a cry coming from you. he smirks from the kiss before getting back into it again.

he's so close too and with a final thrusts he spilled himself deep inside you. your orgasm following suit and there's a loud moan coming from you.

soft pants comes in slow breaths while you recover from the bliss bestowed to you. your body shivers and he doesn't move. feeling the softness of your body around him and he's right. always right. you're much suited under him where he can deny and bring you of bliss whatever he wants. playing with his soft, obedient little toy.

“i love you geto-sama.” you muttered in between breaths and tears. he doesn't say it back. it's clear you know it and gods don't voice our their answers only showing it in another way and he had already given it you.

he remains sheathed inside you before moving again. he could just give blessings after blessings. him closer to being a god and you a mortal is the only one who can receive it coming from. you're most loyal devotee after all ,but before that he must thoroughly ensure that you'll be put in your rightful place — beneath him.

— THE INTERN

ENTRY #004 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. IZUKU MIDORIYA, KIRISHIMA EIJIRO, TAMAKI AMAJIKI + GANGBANG

— when multiple partners, usually 3 or more, engage in sexual intercourse with a single willing partner.

• pairing: izuku midoriya, kirishima eijiro, tamaki amajiki x chubby reader

• content warnings: foursome, dubcon, facefucking, anal, aged up characters, characters are pro.

you're the new intern at the hero agency ran by deku, the number one hero. as a part of him showing you the ropes in being a hero. collaboration with another agencies is a must and now you're standing beside him with red riot and suneater in front of you and you're one in hell of a ride.

“f-fuck!”

kirishima curses out. his eyes closing — relishing on the feeling of your tight cunt around him. “you should have brought her sooner, midoriya.” he chided. looking at the man behind you who was pounding your other hole.

midoriya only chuckles gripping your plush hips to keep you grounded for him to pound with his length and for the other underneath you to thrust his hips upwards to stimulate your pussy with his huge cock bullying inside you.

you couldn't help but let a muffle whine. mouth busy sucking off the other person's cock. making the latter moan in delight albeit shyly like he didn't still gotten used of someone taking his cock. tamaki amajiki or mostly known as suneater is moaning like a helpless animal while you choked on his cock.

it was too much. your holes being used at the same time. you can't think nor recall the events before this. thoughts muddled with the murky waters of pleasure. you couldn't think how you were put in this predicament with not one but three of the most successful heroes fucking you. all you can remember is you were still a hero in the making. an intern for midoriya izuku — deku he is to the common citizens of japan.

“collaborations with the other agencies are a must. rescuing and combat would be easier for us when emergencies are called...” the number one hero spoke to you while riding in the elevator to meet with one of the heroes in the another agency with red riot and suneater. you were given in information that three of the used to work in their school days and defeating the shie hassakai organization back in the days. that were you told and you only nod. keeping in mind what he use to say.

lucky you are someone would say and yes, you were lucky. despite the number one hero's busy schedule he managed to take you under his wing. the sole intern in his agency.

the number one hero remained to true what the Internet and tabloids had said to him. a down to earth personality, matched with his bashful look. you couldn't help but to smile looking at him. his built not matching his look and you drawn your smile before he can see it and when the doors opened in the top floor of the agency with red riot and suneater. the deal was closed with your new training unfolding in front of you — involving the men whose to be far from your reach.

now they were balls deep inside you. leaving you with no choice but to keep up with their harsh thrusting. your hands placed in the timid hero's thighs. he seem not to be bothered from you clawing his thighs while you take his dick inside your mouth. your head bobbing — up and down trying to fit his whole length whilst trying not to gag. your jaw getting a little sore but you wouldn't let it hinder you not when you're in the arms of the men who had the millions adore.

your tongue swiping the slit in his cock and with the whimper he was emitting, he is pleased — more than pleased and then you continued. running your tongue to his shaft like you it was a popsicle. his hips stuttering as he continued to fuck your mouth. the tip of his cock hitting your throat and you can't help but to tear up.

kirishima on the other hand was too engrossed with your body moving. your breasts bouncing while they fucked you and he can't help but to bite into it. pulling it his sharp teeth while he continues his assault to your soaking pussy. your round tummy pressing to his hard abs. rubbing continuously and you were so soft just like he imagined. his hands finding it's way to your back.

deku is littering your back with kisses. the creases in your skin covered in sweat is such a sight to behold. he's kind of disappointed not being able to kiss you with your mouth occupied with his senpai's cock. higher ranking or not. deku still respects his senpai and he's contented for the meantime while your asshole is doing its job well for milking him.

god. your holes were sucking them well. they can your warm velvety walls hugging them with the desire to milk them dry. it wouldn't be too long before they'll reach release but before that. they are making sure that you are properly fucked well and so — task is up.

making the new pretty girl, a hero in the making or rather deku's intern to be trained well with the ability to take multiple villains or rather cocks for them to used. you were going to be such a great hero for them.

you were too lost in the pleasure. red riot's cock and deku's were rubbing to both of your walls that you could feel their cocks almost hitting each other deep inside you. it's too good to be true and fuck you were going to savor it. you were gushing at kirishima's length at this point right now but who would care — not you were being sandwiched by two strong men and taking the other's cock in your mouth.

you could feel tamaki is getting closer to his release. his hips stuttering and his breathing getting ragged with the small whimpers and mutters of warning that he's getting close and to bring him release. you bobbed your head with your tongue wrapping around his lenght. it's almost there. almost there. and without warning he grabbed your head. pushing his length to your mouth deeper before jerking his hips upwards and shooting his load inside your mouth. the creamy, white cum of his painting your mouth white and it's too much that you can't swallow them all. the remaining dribbles in the side of your mouth as you pant. catching your breath from the earlier assault of his cock to your mouth.

you could feel another pair of hands gripping your plush hips as the sound of skin slapping each other getting louder. deku's thighs hitting your ass cheeks while his cock drill into your puckered hole. kirishima's pelvics hitting your mound from the rough thrusts of his cock and you can't help but to whine. your hands finding home in tamaki and muffling your cries with his lips. tongue swirling inside you — tasting himself on to you while you cling to him.

“'m close — f-fuck— fuck.” kirishima exhaled feeling his balls tighten and his abs and muscular thighs clenching from the pleasure building in his stomach.

“s-shit, me too—” midoriya managed to croak out. hissing at the sensation at the familiar feeling building up inside him and shit, he's so close. just a little more.

their pounding getting faster and rougher and faster. deku spreads your cheeks before deeply pushing himself inside you as he emptied himself inside you and kirishima following suit. the tip of his cock hitting your cervix that triggers your orgasm.

you can feel your insides getting warmer as their cum filled you up. both men grunting from how tight your walls are and the spasms it was making to prolong their orgasm.

deku presses a kiss to your shoulder. panting softly as he finished dumping his load inside you and kirishima praises you. whispering sweet nothings as he coaxes you while calming down from your orgasm.

pulling out their softening cocks. deku is mesmerized by the sight of their cum dripping in both of your holes. it is one of the best fucks in his life and he couldn't wait to ruin his intern again.

sweat and their scent clinging out to you. body too spent to move you were plopped in kirishima's body. he didn't mind not when your soft body pressed to him and he wished maybe he could get a time alone with you so he can ravaged you alone and with deku and his senpai, tamaki. the possibility is meant to happen again.

it wouldn't be too long for that to get their you in their hands. after all, you were trained for it. to take them, anytime they want.

it's part of the training.