Oh Oh Oh, I Have An Idea!

Oh Oh Oh, I have an idea!

Yan,husband reo has an argument with reader before dragging her to the gala with him. As pictures are taken of them and so forth, the two finally go inside reo's limo.

He then scolds her for how she was being difficult before, but admires how beautiful she is. So for being a good wife for him, he'll be a gentle to her this time around.

The two exit the car to their home, as reader is wobbling in her heels and covered in bite marks, unprepared for round 2.

Sorry if it's long, hope you have a good day!

JUST FOR ME, PLEASE

YANDERE! MIKAGE REO X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ───implied forced marriage, yandere themes, gaslighting, dubcon, power imbalance, cunnilingus, car sex, exhibitionism.

notes. i'm sorry it took so long anon and thank you for this wonderful idea.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ your husband who can't be upset to you even he's the reason of your anger.

“i have no significance to said event. why would i attend?” you reasoned out. flipping a page of your book without sparing a glance at the man who have been your husband.

“you're my wife. you are expected to be there.” reo's eyes scanning all over you and there's already a hint of disappointment in his voice upon the refusal.

“well, sorry. no one would bother to see me and it's only for your partners who wants to kiss your ass. they don't need mine, they need yours.” tongue sharp as ever he hears and reo frowns before turning into one of a smile. it was hopeful and bright. a complete opposite to your scowl.

“just for me? i promise we can do whatever you want.” he bargained and upon hearing that, you close your book. the impact of the two thick compiled pages resonating in the room and a brief silence covered the area before you face him. “whatever i want?" you scoff. “does that include having my freedom and there's no we. it is i that i want, reo and you're a selfish prick. there's no want in this deal. fuck that event and fuck you.”

reo who is a total complete delusional only took it as nothing but your tantrums. you must have been bored out of your mind and he admits he was busy lately and with the upcoming event, he sees it as a chance to spend the time with you. “treasure, i will give you the time to think.” he said before pressing a kiss to your lips which you can't avoid with his grip on you and reo smiles. wrapping his arms to your plush body. your head in his chest while putting a kiss in the top of your head.

you found yourself staring at your reflection. you want to laugh at yourself for being stupid. for believing you have a choice in this place despite the clutches reo have a hold on you. bitter tears pooling at your lashes but you fought them not wanting to show it at strangers who were currently dolling you up for the event you desperately didn't want to attend. the make up felt like paste in your face although it was just a light one. accentuating the natural beauty you have and enough for your features to pop out and then you were dressed in a exclusively designed outfit for the event. after that, you were greeted by reo. dashing and charming he is at the suit and tie he wore. you would admire him in different circumstances but now, all you felt is how you hated him.

your jaw hurts from smiling too much. names are exchanged that you didn't even bothered remembering along with formalities. pretentious event it was paired with the pompous plus ones and greedy associates who wants nothing but your husband's approval.

the cameras blinded you with every flashes while reo gave them the smile they always wanted at him. being the wife of one of the youngest ceo's in the whole world and not only in japan garnered the attention of the media. enjoying every bits of what he have to offer and reo flaunts you like a precious trophy he won and that is you. his trophy wife. his prized possession.

you didn't know if you could keep up with your facade the more you stayed at that damned event and you were glad that you're now sitting at the limo with your husband besides you.

the ride was quiet as reo looks back to admire at his wife — looking so regal and elegant. a sophistication that only belonged to you and makes the other looking so cheap compared to you. a solemn smile graced his lips staring at his wife who were taking the sights of the city light and quiet night life. he knows how you missed the way you were living before him but he can't help it to take you away. not when his feelings for you cannot be reciprocated by yours. you simply can't be wooed at the lavish things he have to offer for you. reo have the money but what is money when he can't have you. realizing it at the first rejection that money can't buy love — especially yours.

“it wasn't so hard isn't it?” he attempts to strike a conversation to you but only reciprocated with a glance and a huff. reo puts his hand on your thigh. “talk to me, treasure.” scooting closer to press his body to your plush one. his index finger and thumb are grasping your soft jaw to look at him and he was meet by the prettiest of eyes.

there's a thousand of emotions behind them and if reo would start a research and fund it with all of his wealth, he will never know them. one looks and he's bewitched. trapped in the pool of the colors of your eyes. he sees his reflection in them. what kind of man he is. a fool for love. that how many times you've trampled his feelings he will still devote himself to you.

“treasure, please.” he pleaded. maybe in different circumstances or you met him under in healthier conditions. you would have fallen for him and you could be so weak for him. a man like reo brings nothing but despair to you and adoration at the same time.

“you're hopeless, reo.” you softly muttered to him. following where his eyes darts. it stays to your eyes and then briefly landing in your lips. it's funny how reo have the power to break you and build you again like an infinity cube. complicated and endless.

“i can hardly keep up and pretend to your whims, reo. i don't like being dragged. i hate to pretend that i'm loving every minute of your stupid events. i hate everything. from the moment you made me your wife. i-i—....” tears springing up to your eyes that you can't prevent them from falling down your eyes. it was suffocating. having to fit in and to be molded in your husband's world. you hated being weak. to being vulnerable in front of the man you hated the most.

the young billionaire is quick to wipe your tears away. kissing your forehead in attempt to calm you down with a grip to make you stay in your place despise recoiling from his touches. you were hurting but his ego didn't understand it.

“but...” he pauses for a moment before continuing. “you have been amazing to me, so good for being my wife, treasure. i can't let you go away. leave me. i was right in choosing you. in loving you and the best party? you being my wife. don't cry, treasure. i hate seeing you cry.” he says, eyebrows furrowing and the downturned corners of his lips. his expression of concern to you.

“let me make it up to you.” and then his lips into yours. “reo, no.” you whisper. pushing him away but reo remains still. “reo...—mmm” you words are stopped again when his lips tangled into yours. holding your nape as his lips lowers down. smooching your cheeks and your jaw and sucking that sensitive spot in your neck. “fuck, treasure. i just can't wait to taste you.” he says in between kisses. his breaths turning shallow as he inhales your scent.

his hand travelling to your calf and gripping your thigh. flipping the fabric to get access to the expanse of your soft skin and before he continued to get things heated up. his fingers finding the array of buttons in the compartment of his limo. pressing a button and a divider appeared from the back of the driver's seat and where you two are seated. windows being covered by dark shutters.

reo kneels in front of you. “you have been good to me treasure. let me take care of you.” parting your legs as he places his face in between your thighs. his lips peppering kisses while he sucks the tender flesh of your thighs.

his nose nudging your clit and he licks his lips. your slick gathering between in your fat pussy lips. “keep those mouth open for me, treasure.” your thick thighs are now in his shoulder while his fingers dig in the doughy flesh of your thighs. the last thing you see is his purple eyes intensely looking at your own ones before taking a dive in your cunt .

“ahhh, reo~” you moaned out when you felt his tongue taking a lick of your slit and it's going to be a long ride home.

by the time you got back at the mansion. your thighs shake at every movement. your legs felt like jello from too much wobbling. it wasn't doing any good that you were wearing heels making it unstable to stand up and reo like a gentleman assisted you in walking. his cum running down from your thighs to your legs. your makeup smudged and dress in displaced.

the billionaire kisses your shoulder. fingers untying the laces of your dress as he guides you in the bedroom. there's no way he'll let go of this opportunity not when you're looking so beautiful for him. his darling wife. his treasure.

his long and thick, nimble fingers rubbing your clit. a weak whimper leaving your lips and reo kisses you.

“we're still not finished, treasure~”

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── OCEAN WAVES.

the sun's gentle with it's rays shining throughout the beach. the waves rolling along with the salty breeze. the sand's nice too. his footsteps disappearing when the waves rolls along with his problem.

he was free.

it wasn't so bad, after all.

he always wanted this but the need to save others came first but now there wasn't any of it. no curses. no overtime. just him. splashing with the cool water when the breeze fanning all over him and the sun bathing him in it's warm rays. there's no need to reminisce about the past but somehow it's time for him to look back.

sixteen.

sixteen he was when nanami gets a glimpse of how life flashes in your own eyes even it's not your own death.

sixteen he was when nanami first felt what death must feel like and the bitter taste it left with his tongue. bile rising and words stuck in his throat followed by the sensation of being choked. death didn't made him sick. it was the cruelness of how the world works for jujutsu sorcerers like himself and to haibara.

haibara was sixteen and so was he. the difference between him and haibara. he aged. haibara was sixteen forever.

the despair of being weak and being faced with the inevitable damaged him. it's part of the cycle, the system. he accepted it. embraced it but what of it to a sixteen year old?

and so he left. ran away.

away from the madness this world had to offer for someone like him. you're not the only who's damaged, kento. he thinks to himself sometimes and brushes it like a dirt when he moved on.

did he truly moved on?

twenty seven.

“nanami, long time no see.” you said the first time you meet him on the hallways of jujutsu tech. “i thought you weren't coming back — after that.” he can see how your shoulders shake, lips quivering. fully knowing what you meant. it has never been the same and with that you walked away from him.

it's like a slap to his face how he left you alone. you were there. felt the same pain of losing someone. you were also part of his life and he chose to ignore you. you needed him. the same he needed you but he was never good at his feelings and with his words and like a coward he is, he ran away from his feelings and to you.

hopefully, he won't run away again this time with you in the picture.

nanami didn't expect this that he would catch feelings at this stage of his life to you. a closure and make amends to you even it wasn't needed. you remind him of the happy times. the days of his youth and the last time he felt happy and with you, slowly, he was getting attached again.

“we're still allowed to be happy, kento. don't be too hard on yourself.” you say to him out of the blue. leaning your head in his shoulder and nanami moves his arm to cradle you. putting you in his lap and you fully lean in his arm. “you make me happy.” he briefly said to you and he watch as your eyes widens, tears pooling in your lashes and rolls to your round cheeks. his thumb wiping the tears and he found himself his reflection in the glossy eyes of yours. a man whose damaged to admit to himself. a man whose tired with the bullshit that he had to deal and a man whose capable of loving someone, of loving you.

far too damaged to function as one — to love. he couldn't afford to go through the same pain of losing someone again. he couldn't but the squeezing feeling in his chest tells him otherwise and he took a leap of faith again with you. he will protect you even it's the last thing he can ever do.

and with that his thumb brushing in your round cheeks. leaning down to catch your lips with his and just what like he imagined. all this years and he could have done this sooner. kissed you with love and adoration with the longing and the sadness.

the kiss it was fine. just both of your lips brushing with each other along with murmurs of your names. it's gentle that the tears won't stop pouring and nanami is there to wipe it all and kisses your tears away with the promise of starting again.

twenty eight.

after months of being with you, nanami will be always reminded of how history always repeats itself. of how things are out of reach for him.

you were gone.

“see you on the other side, kento.” you smile at him. he watches as the light and warmth in your eyes disappear. there's no tears for him and he wants to laugh at himself. he swore to protect you and guess who protected him — you. there's no regret visible in you more like relieved.

shibuya was cruel. walking around with corpses scattered in the streets and he carried your lifeless body and placed it on the ambulance waiting. you were far long gone to be revived and nanami kisses your forehead. the gesture you loved so much before walking without looking back.

at the brink of death — he sees haibara. pointing behind him and itadori was there. he was contemplating that itadori shouldn't be burdened and carry such heavy matter in his young hands but haibara was stubborn and nanami let out a small smile and with that he turned around.

“you take it from here.”

the salty air, the cool water and the waves gently splashing in the sand with his feet dipped in the grainy sand. nanami think this must be it. he served his purpose and along those ridged lines of the sand. the look in his eyes doesn't change. those brown eyes with the hardness although they're a little softer. he's contented.

nanami stretches his arm. looking at the sand beneath his feet. smiling at himself. feel the gentle breeze in his face. he wasn't tired anymore. it's not too bad he thinks as he continued to walk. waves rolling like a blanket being covered to your body at night. it was gentle. splashing himself with water and relishes on the coolness of it

in the other side of the beach he makes out a figure. a all too familiar figure. it's you. staring at the distance like you were waiting for someone, dressed in a white sundress. your head turning to the side to meet him, look at him with a smile dancing in your lips.

he stops in his tracks. can't believe what his eyes were seeing before his tentative steps turning into a full running to get to you.

“kento.” you murmur. foreheads pressed together and nanami could almost cry. you're here with him and he hugs you tightly. afraid that you'll disappear from him again. “you look so happy there. i'm really glad you're happy, kento.” you whisper to him but nanami shakes his head.

“i am. now i'm with you.” you giggle at his words. nuzzling at his chest and nanami draws circles in your back. if this was the afterlife it wasn't so bad now he's with you. he calls your name and you raised your head to meet his gaze.

“it wasn't so bad, after all.”

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE.

when toji entered his shared home with you — he can hear the crying of his son. it hasn't stop since he left to get the medicine prescribed by his son's pediatrician. fever was it.

soft footsteps echoing in the floor. toji removing his coat and went to your bedroom. there he sees you. standing in front of the window. moonlight shining through it giving you a halo effect on you. he would be awestruck at you but his son's wailing had been relentless.

his baby with you, flushed skin with tears rolling endlessly in his chubby cheeks. a fever relief pad for babies pasted in his forehead to ease the heat of his fever. he watched as you cooed, rub the back of your baby but still it was useless.

toji sighs. it was rough. it wasn't all shit and giggles when parenting and seeing his baby isn't laughing or doing the same thing all over again plus you. exhaustion visible in your face and tiredness all over your body tending to his little boy. you didn't even notice him and before toji could take a step he hears you hum before you began to sing a familiar tune you always sing when you were pregnant with megumi.

“moon, a hole of light~” you began to sing the first verse and megumi's wailing turn to sniffles upon hearing your voice. the tears rolling in his cheeks turning into drops like dew in leaves after rain. the song hasn't been sung since your pregnancy and megumi stares at you wide eyed. the green in his irises similar to his father turning into one of calmer one.

you raised megumi to distract him while you continue to sing. “cause my love is mine, all mine~” his fingers making grabby motions to you and toji is entranced how you manage to calm your sick baby. “i love mine, mine, mine~” your voice soft. singing the song like a lullaby intended to heal the sick and mend broken hearts and the scarred man gazing at his son and especially to his wife can't help but to feel warm and giddy inside.

“nothing in the world belongs to me~” you continue to sing. your baby eyes wide while he stares at his mother. “but my love mine, all mine, all mine~” placing your son's body in your chest and his head into your shoulder. his breathing softening with hiccups. your palm rubbing his back to soothe the ache and megumi thankfully calmed down. sighing a small smile graces in your lips before bestowing a chaste kiss to his head. hair spiky and you softly laugh imagining how toji would look with his hair spiked up.

you began to sing the second verse and then you turned around to see toji. “my baby, here on earth~” he can see the words forming in your lips added by your angelic voice and he didn't know if he could love you better when you look at him to sing the words intended for him. “showed me what my heart was worth~....” the volume of your voice decreasing not breaking eye contact with your husband and then you greeted him. “toji.”

“megumi finally calmed down but the fever is still there. hopefully it'll be gone by morning.” you say. rocking back and forth to further your baby's comfort. “let me take it from here.” extending his arms and you slowly placed your baby in his. toji isn't good at it. stabbing a man's head is easier than carrying his blood and flesh but toji tries. be a good father and husband in which his father wasn't. it's different now. he thinks to himself. he wasn't alone. he have you and toji intended to make it this way until.... forever.

you rest your head in his shoulder while your hands softly brush megumi's hair. checking his temperature with worry etched in your face. “our child is strong.” toji comforts you. another feat he doesn't know he's capable of and the word our. you and him with your pride and joy resting in his chest. “he is.” smiling softly at your baby.

toji peered at you. his wife stronger than anything else. caring and loving with the voice that can touch one's very soul. calms the storms in its wake and toji thinks back on what good deed he must had done to deserve you. to deserve this life but nothing else matters with you and his life and this little brat.

and toji knows that he doesn't have love in him but now, he have and he intends to have it. to give it to you until there's nothing left in him cause his love didn't exist without you in his life.

GETTING COMFY, ARE WE?

ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, geto suguru

content warnings ─── yandere themes, dark themes, implied forced marriage, dubcon, stockholm syndrome, implied noncon, reader is pregnant in toji's part.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ you could be so affectionate with them if you want, it would be adorable if you would just forget what they did to you.

GOJO SATORU

coming home was gojo's favorite. no matter the time of the day or night as long he comes home to his wife after missions. caked with blood from his enemies or just the same pristine him, straight to you and in rare occasions. it's the only time you first initiate any kinds of intimacy for him.

it made him believe that you truly didn't hate him and you were just being stubborn. in the state of denial that you don't want anything to do with him and holding yourself from pursuing him.

he finds you asleep. curled up in the bed and hugging a pillow. sleeping like a baby and gojo almost forgot how you look when you're asleep since the barrage of missions being thrown to him but never forgets the face of you in his waking and sleeping hours. well, he never forgets anything about you. from the strands of your hair to your birthmarks and the smallest of moles.

your husband settled besides you. laying in your shared bed and he exhales a breath and when his back hits the soft duvet. all his worries had melted away along with the pent up stress he accumulated throughout the day.

“i'm home.” he mutters. thumb caressing your cherubic cheeks before leaning to kiss that and moving towards to your soft lips. one he enjoyed kissing if it wasn't the tantrums you would throw at him if you were awake. dismissing any physical affection coming from him like his whole existence offends you but despite that — you will always be his one and only.

shifting in your sleep, gojo admired you like you were the finest piece of art mankind had created and he's the only one allowed to worship you.

your hand grabs his shirt and gojo anticipated that you would push him like you do in the daily basis but melts when you only stayed still after finding it was him unconsciously. he can see your lashes move. fluttering. a signal that you're waking up and he was meet by the prettiest pair of eyes belonging to you.

“satoru...” you call his name albeit sleepily and through your blurry vision. you see him. your husband and in your sleep inhibited state, you think of him as your dearest husband. forgetting all the hell you had gone through in his hands and gojo likes it when you're this.

“i'm here, baby.” he softly whispers to you and when he said that, you moved closer to him. snuggling at his side and gojo can clearly see the tiniest of smile bloom in your face. after a few shifts to make yourself comfortable you were asleep again.

“you love me don't you?” he says in the silence of the room even it was impossible for you to hear him. to gojo it was enough. no need for answers nor question your love to him.

he held you tightly in his arms that night — like any other nights where you are protected in his arms and no one can harm you. your presence enough to keep him grounded and assure him that you will be always forever by his side.

even you will hate him when morning comes.

NANAMI KENTO

nanami was beyond tired.

fatigue building up and the soreness of his body adding and the injuries he sustained from a rough mission. he didn't went straight to shoko for immediate treatment. opting to self-medicate and so he can't leave you alone for long.

his wounds hurt so bad that he can't even bring himself to walk himself in the bathroom to get the medicine kit and instead sat in one of the couches. his head resting at the top part. he stays still. drawing soft breathes to ease the pain and wondering where you are.

then he hears the soft footsteps coming towards him and nanami opens his eyes to met with your plush form standing in front of him. he can see the medicine kit you were holding and you were a little hesitant in walking towards him.

your mind screaming for you to run and leave him when he's this weak but you ignored the voices in your head. you can't outrun him let alone escape nanami. weakened or not, he's coming for you.

abandoning your escape plans, you treated his wounds.

he was stripped of his clothes. his body littered with scratches. some are deep and shallow and oozes with blood and you began to disinfecting his wound to avoid infection before wrapping them in a thin, white gauze bandage.

his brown eyes moves. following your every move. watch as your chubby hands dip the cloth in a basin full of water before wringing the cloth to remove the excess water before patting it to his skin covered with dirt. you repeated the same procedure many times. making sure he was fully clean. wiping his abdomen and carefully avoiding the dressed wounds and you reach to clean his chest and to his neck and nanami catches your hand with his.

bringing your hand holding the cloth to press a kiss in the back of your palm. “i can finish it up now darling. thank you.” he says but he was surprised when you didn't let him do it. you finish cleaning him up and treating his wounds before you grabbed the medicine kit and his soiled shirt to put in the laundry and nanami thought you will leave him after that.

instead you came back with a fresh set of clothes and this leaves him feeling a lot better than before that he almost forgot to remove the cuffs in your ankles.

“do you need anything?” you asked him. avoiding his gaze and nanami chuckles at your concern for him. “i'm already good, darling but can you stay here with me?” he requested and you nodded. he didn't let you sit beside him. placing you in his lap and despite your protests regarding with his wounds reopening he didn't bother.

his arms wrapping around your soft middle and burying his face in the crook of your neck. inhaling your scent that he missed the whole day he was gone. he missed you so bad that he thinks he can't survive another day without you by his side. to feel you. to smell you and to love you.

all the things he's capable of doing so just for you even it isn't aligned with his morals.

he was relishing in the feeling of your soft body against his and it was disrupted when he hears you sniffle. your hand curled into a fist holding his shirt. “darling....” he coos. comforting you while his large palms rubs your back. squishing the soft bits of your body. “i need you.... so bad.” he hears you say and was followed by a sob. your tears staining his shirt but he couldn't give a shit about a stained shirt when he's worried about you. he melts at your words. grateful and overjoyed that you're starting to warm up to him and need him. it's all he could ever ask. for you to depend on him that you won't be needing others except for him.

“i need you too, darling.” he grabs your soft jaw to look at him. nanami's gaze softens at the sight of your tear stained face. his thumb wiping the stray tears rolling in your cheeks. “stay.” you requested to him and nanami granted it. such a powerful word to disarm a man like him. he presses his lips to yours. a gesture of his undying devotion for you.

“as long as you want, darling.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI

toji comes home splattered with blood. it's either his or the blood from the people he had killed for money. he didn't mind the stain of their blood in his clothes and skin or the silly thoughts that they have someone important in their life. would it matter or change the course of life. everybody dies and they're just unfortunate to be ended by him with money on the line.

the cold cash stacked in his bank account is enough to forget and bask in his own selfish needs. he guesses that it includes you since you're his wife and soon-to-be baby mama. he needs to make an effort in earning hefty sums of money.

there's a fresh change of clothes awaiting for him in the foot of his bed and the food is being cooked in the stove when he passed by earlier and the bath is already warm to his preferences. all now he need is you but before that he needs to take care of himself before his cute, chubby housewife. so adorable except for the occasional stubborn attitude. that can be fixed with some manhandling.

there's no way of working a miracle for you to open up to him despite the numerous threats and the good ol' disciplining your wife shit. toji could go all day when you act up but one he's certain of. he doesn't need the affection you could give to him even if you want to.

he wasn't built or conditioned for that but it wouldn't hurt if you give that to him but still it still didn't happen. from the abduction to knocking you up.

after soaking in the tub full of warm water, he changes into his fresh change of clothes you prepare for him. sitting at the foot of his bed while patting his hair dry and that's when it happened.

he feels you before he can sense you. your flabby arms resting in his shoulder and your chest and the bump of your stomach is pressed in his muscular back.

this is a first. toji thought. his eyes widens. remaining still like he was frozen and then when your warmth leave him. coldness following through he can't help but to break into a smirk. mistaking your gesture as you're slowly falling in love with him even when you're just worried about him. you didn't think about his demise at his job but still a part of you hopes it. for the man who stole everything from you and the other part that he's given someone to put your hopes up. your child with him even he's the product of abuse.

“nuh uh, wifey.” there's a hint of mockery when toji called you that. the sound of it sparking your greatest fear coming from him. “you could just have told me, you've missed me.” he teases. a rare grin in his face, looking genuinely happy at your sudden affection for him.

he made you lay in the bed and when he's above you all you could feel is fear but he's rather gentle with you for now. you raised your hand. swiping the scar in his lips and a scowl is visible now in his face. annoyed how you could give the hideous scar in the corner of his lips attention when he's all on yours. way to ruin the mood but before he could react. you move your hand to hold his cheek and there's a squeeze in his chest when you did that. caressing the skin above his cheekbone and that's when he loses it when he stare directly at his eyes and time seems to stop when all he could see is your face and his reflection on those eyes of yours.

“don't be mad, please.” you whispered to him and you brace for what he's about to unleash to you. the familiar tears gathering at the corners of your eyes and how could toji be mad at that.

“'m not mad, princess. you've been good to me lately. how could i be?” he smiles before moving to your side. placing his arms above your baby bump and moves your head to place in his chest.

“think of this as your reward.” he says but he would never admit that what have you done is enough for him to go soft for you but he still didn't trust you. it may be a diversion and using your own cutesy shit for him to let his guard down but toji would never do that.

of all the things he had done, he didn't regret in stealing you from the world. where you and his unborn child by his side is enough for him. a family he could call his own, created by his whims.

GETO SUGURU

throughout the whole duration of your relationship with his — geto is a bit bothered of how things turned out. sure you're obedient (a little bit stubborn at times but he knows how to make you learn your place) and had done everything to please him in which you excelled at.

he was fine with but despite all of that he wants you to give your own little silly affection to him. he always initiates it and when he opens his arms or in the curl of his fingers there you come running to him like a trained animal. it seems a little off.

perhaps you're still cautious of him and hasn't fully accepted him like he was waiting for you to be tamed and when that comes — you will be his little perfect thing.

there's boundaries but such affections coming from you. he wants it but still he was above you and nothing's going to change. he can mend his ways but he's still in control.

“can i hug you?” a sad voice almost shy pipes up behind him. geto hums, looking behind and adjusting his position to face his sweet possession. half naked and looking so radiant like a renaissance painting in his bed. draped in his blanket. covering your intimated parts but he can still make out the indentions of your body. your nipples poking and linen of the blanket are stuck in your stomach rolls. you're tempting him again without trying this early in the morning.

“make yourself comfortable then.” and he almost chuckle at your sudden shift in behavior. clumsily crawling towards him in excitement and gently settling in his lap. placing your head in chest where you can hear the steady beat of his heart. you couldn't be more happier to be in this place. geto is yours.

you dared to kiss him although your mind tells you there's a chance he'll reject but you love him. so, so much. you didn't wished for anything and it will be always be his approval you craved for. your lips brushed to his chest and to his soft jaw. your chunky digits in his hair and when he remains unmoved and there's no sharp scolding coming from him you continued.

he's so perfect. there's is no knots to untangle from his soft, black hair. of course there would be no knots. you always brushed it carefully. in utmost perfection to please him. when you're finally contented for the crumb of attention he had given to you, you slowly moved. removing yourself from his lap. he must be so sore from handling your weight.

“thank you, geto-sama.” you curtsied to him. just you're about to move from him. his strong, muscular arms holds your waist. forcing you to sit in his lap. longer than you intended.

“stay here for a little longer.” he commands and your stiff body immediately relaxing. crumbling and almost purred like a kitten.

geto couldn't any more be prouder for getting such obedient and devoted pet like you. easy to manipulate. easy for him to mold. the moment you requested such affection from him that is what he needed that you truly belonged to him. so eager to please him.

he can see it how he transformed you from a stubborn brat to a obedient pet and geto is satisfied with that.

“getting comfy, are we?”

“yes, geto-sama. thank you.” you innocently batted your lashes at him and those round eyes of yours looking at him with such adoration.

“good.” now, he truly changed you. there would be no difficulties in what he's about to do to you. no questions to be asked and the pointless squabbles.

you will only moan like a bitch and take him like a whore. he's cute, chubby, little pet.

where's the editing button? tumblr's fucking with me. 😤