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“Satoru and Suguru are just friends! They can’t date!” Said person proceeds to ship GojoHime.
Like, I’m sorry, I don’t remember my friend ever smelling the air talking about, “I smell her, she was here two days and 15 minutes ago.”
Idk, people who hate Satosugu and then love GojoHime just makes my ass itch.
Btw, like whatever you want, I’m just ranting about this because I don’t see the point in GojoHime when Utahime has literally expressed that she does not like Gojo.
“Enemies to lovers—“ girl no…..
Dating Geto Suguru <3
Dating Suguru Geto pt.2 <33
suguru PLS
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do you mind..?
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cowboy GETO?!
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geto for ferrari 🏎️
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ouuuh he so pretty
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frat gojo + geto 🍺
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giddy up!!
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Suguru hates the taste of curses. He hates the aftertaste that persists in his mouth, that doesn’t leave no matter how hard he brushes his teeth or how much sickening sweet candy Satoru gives him.
Even when hours pass, no matter how many boiling hot showers he takes, nothing takes away the disgusting feeling that swallowing down curse after curse brings.
He has tried everything, every single thing that comes to mind to not have the aftertaste of a vomit soaked rag stuck to him for hours.
But nothing works, he is sure of that, he reminds himself as he leans over the bathroom sink, trying not to throw up after another “successful” mission and another curse swallowed.
As he takes deep breaths, trying to come up with something, anything, that could help him, he hears a knock on the door, followed by your gentle voice asking if he’s okay.
He’s always seen you as one of his closest friends, the one that is there for when he feels like no one can help him; when he knows Shoko is too busy with her own shit, and Satoru could only try to come up with a joke and probably wouldn’t take him seriously, he knows that the one he can always turn to is you.
Soft, sweet little you. Too kind for your own good, with a heart too big for your petite form. So selfless, always worrying over ‘Sugu’ even when he doesn’t deserve it, even when he pushes you away, not wanting to stain your pure self.
Just like right now, as he contemplates whether to let you in or tell you to leave. He pictures your pretty face in his mind, how it probably is adorned with worry and concern, your doe eyes big and glassy.
His heart clenches at the thought of you walking away all sad after he told you to leave. He can’t bring himself to push you away.
So he tells you come in, he just wanted to reassure you after all. But when he sees you coming in and rushing to check him over for any injuries, clad in your fluffy pajamas and fuzzy socks, his mind fills with images of him doing everything but reassuring you.
And that’s how he discovers that there is, in fact, something that can help him out.
He knows that this is all he needs, your pretty cunt in his face is where he belongs.
Your plushy thighs around his head and your sweet juices smeared on his cheeks are just what he needs to forget everything about curses and the awful feeling that they leave him with.
He reprimands you for keeping your heavenly pussy from him all this time; how could you be so selfish :(
He laps at your folds like a starved man, moaning in your cunt like he’s the one getting eaten out. And he’s so messy too! After all, how could he not be when he finally found the perfect treat to solve his problem?
“Fuck sweetheart, you’re such a messy girl mh?” he grunts, like he’s not the one turning his head side to side to smear your juices all over his face.
“This pretty pussy loves me so much, doesn’t she? Gushin’ around my tongue like that, bet it wants me to fill her up too..” he says as he toys with your puffy pussy and swollen clit, looking up to see you all dumb and stupid, babbling something about how it’s “t-too much!”.
But you clearly don’t know what you need, not when your hole keeps getting wetter and wetter.
“It’s not too much, silly girl. You can take it, I know you can. You want your Sugu’ to be happy, don’t you baby? You wanna be my good girl, yeah?”
And how can you deny him? You do want to be his good girl, his best girl!
So you spread your legs wider for him and let him lap at your messy hole, and you don’t even complain when you feel his thick cock prodding at your entrance, stretching your pussy nice and full :3
hello ^^ ( thank you sososo much for the love on the other posts! send me requests if you want :P )
hello ^^ ( thank you sososo much for the love on the other posts! send me requests if you want :P )
hiya!! <3333
honestly don't want to pressure you by requesting xxx
buttttt i love, love, love the way you write suguru xxx
so i'd be happy with anything with him <33333
whether it be a continuation of a similar dynamic with the curses aftertaste fic or something else entirely...
Roommate!Suguru would be so possessive and yummy.
Initially, when you first moved in the apartment, he didn't really care much about you. He knew you had a pretty face and were kinda shy, but that's all.
But as time went on and you opened yourself up to him, he began to get quite obsessed with you. He would be all over you as soon as he stepped foot in your apartment; and you would let him, after all he was just being friendly! right?
It didn't matter that anytime he would hug you from behind you would feel something hard pressing against the small of your back. It was probably just his phone in his pocket!
And you're sure that it's your mind doing tricks on you whenever you hear the bathroom door open while you take a shower. He would never ever spy on you, you were sure.
So when you come home from a terrible date, the first thing you do is rush over to him, your pretty eyes filled with tears, and throw yourself in his arms.
He was quite pissed off from the moment you told him you were going on a date. I mean, you have a perfectly good man at home! Why would you even consider seeing someone else?
Suguru always took good care of you. He always pampered and spoiled you, and every time you would think that he was just being generous.
I mean, he had a big reputation as a respectful and kind guy, especially among girls; his giving personality was what attracted them, his deep, soothing voice and his looks were a plus.
So obviously you thought he was just being his kind self when he took your teary eyed face in his hands and wrapped you up in his arms, engulfing your entire body as if protecting you.
But you couldn't deny the warmth in your belly as he whispered in your ear and rubbed your back, listening intently while you vented about how horrible your date was.
And the whole time he was just subtly smiling to himself, knowing that you would always come back to him; that even if you convinced yourself that you were just friends, deep down you knew that you were meant for him.
"It's not your fault, darling. He wouldn't be able to take care of you properly anyway, not like I do. But you know that, don't you baby? You know no one can compare to me, right?" he mumbled condescendingly, taking your puffy cheeks in his hands and tilting your head upwards to look at him in the eye.
God, you were so fucking precious. Especially like this, all pouty and teary-eyed, soft and pliant in his hands.
"Told you that you should've stayed home with your Sugu, but you just had to be a little brat and not listen to me, mh?"
And you know that if you had listened to him you wouldn't be in this position, you know that he's right.
So when his hands start to wander all over your body while he says that he "just wants to make ya feel better", you just nod and let him.
You don't know what you did to deserve him!
He's too kind, you think as his hands rub your waist and wander lower.
You think he's such a good friend when he pulls your panties down, his fingers rubbing your little clit to "make the sad go away".
And when your legs are over his shoulders, his cock nestled deep inside you and your tummy bulging, you think he's the best friend ever!
He smirks down at you, and he knows he's got you hooked when he sees your eyes crossing and your legs shaking.
"Look at you, already dumb on my cock. You love it, don't you baby? Yeah you do, f-fuck.." he plunges so hard in your little hole, biting his lip to stifle the moans coming out of his mouth.
He knows this is where you belong: your body pressed into the mattress, your pretty pussy stretching around his fat shaft, your wetness creating a pretty ring of cream coating the base of his cock, your pink nails (that he paid for) drawing red stripes across his back;
and maybe then he realizes that he's the one wrapped around your finger, when he fills your little cunt up to the brim with his hot cum, and a small part of him wishes that it takes. maybe then you would only think about him, you'll realize that he's all you truly need, and you for him <3
hiiii! thank u so much for the request (sorry for answering late) i don’t really love this but wtv! hope u do😚
The sky cried for them, its tears falling in unrelenting streams, soaking the earth. Cold, unmoving, their bodies were no longer their own. The rain whispered against their skin, tracing the stitches that bound their foreheads—a mockery of their once-proud existence, now defiled by others’ hands. It dripped on the grey asphalt, mingling with the dried blood and the dirt, weaving sorrow into the fabric of the air. The rain did not cleanse; it eroded.
(The strongest died with his eyes still open, but he couldn’t see anything anymore.)
Gojo’s body was cold, his skin pallid like porcelain shattered and hastily glued back together. His big blue eyes, hidden beneath lids that would never open again, had once seen everything, grasped the infinite. Now, that limitless was shut by the cruelty of a world that had always demanded too much from him. Threads wove across his face, a visceral mark of the man he was no longer. The weight of the rain traced the lines of his jaw, pressed upon his chest, and the cold crept in as if to claim him entirely, drop by drop, plic, plic, plic.
It seems the void had finally reached Satoru.
Far from him, Geto’s body laid in shadow, missing from the narrative, equally silent, equally lost. Suguru had been snatched from the earth, perhaps entombed in some forsaken corner, still bearing the weight of a cursed love. His once warm, knowing smile was twisted in a way that felt wrong, stitched up by hands that didn’t know how to shape his suffering. His body had forgotten how to feel. He had fought for something once, something that fluttered like fragile wings, only to watch it wither. The same black stitches crept over his brow, crossing the lines of his face.
There was no peace, no quiet resolution. Only the earth beneath them that accepted their weight with indifference.
In another universe, perhaps they would have found peace. In another universe, perhaps they would have laughed about the absurdity of it all. They would have walked shoulder to shoulder, they would have tasted the salt of shared tears, spared one another the agony of what was to come. In another universe, they wouldn’t have had to die like this—alone, their bodies repurposed.
But in this one, they were cursed.
(And hope hanged itself in that instant.)
The rain did not relent. It washed away nothing but left behind the stark truth: they were no longer saviors, no longer gods. The water soaked through their clothes, binding them together in death, but there was no warmth. They were remnants of a world that had moved on, bodies violated by forces they could not resist, puppeteered by unseen hands even after their souls had departed. Their bones weren't allowed to crumble into the earth with grace, to be mourned, to fade away like normal men.
Regret hovered above them, bitter and thick, clinging in the air like smoke. It lingered, as if the world itself could not decide whether to mourn or forget. The scars of their betrayal—by the world, by each other, by themselves—ran deeper than the stitches on their skin, of the love twisted into something unrecognizable. They had once been so much more than this, but in the end, they were corpses. Dead, but not allowed to die. Even in death, they were never their own. Empty, used, discarded. Was this what it meant to be strong?
(Strength was a lonely thing.)
Wherever Suguru’s remains lay, they were forever connected to Satoru’s—two souls intertwined even in absence, caught in a dance of grief and longing. The earth, soaked in sorrow, became their rained graves.
The stitches they share would remain long after their bodies decayed. At least now, in death, they were closer than ever before.
The water fell, and it seemed as though it would never stop.
this was a slight breakdown a few days after seeing a lot of gojo's heartbreaking artworks—i was actually going to post it like 2 am while drugged with sleep. i plan to either delete it and pretend it never happened or post it on ao3. for all that matters, i know gojo didn’t have a proper funeral in the manga, and that he isn’t actually buried or anything like that. i confess that i haven’t finished the manga, so i had to do some research to find out that geto’s body is gone—beforehand, i just had the idea to talk about their corpses. since it’s all a matter of context, i hope you don’t mind the poetic license i took. see what i refer to as “earth” as a metaphor for death and “rain” as something like their connection/friendship, or as anything else you choose. all of this is quite hypothetical. this isn’t necessarily a romantic matter, but feel free to interpret it however you wish. i hope you liked it! also, english isn’t my first language, so i’m sorry for any possible mistakes. please like or repost if you enjoyed, it means the world <3
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Terrible sleep paralysis torment you for months. The problem does not seem to be psychological... what really happens at night? As much as you’re afraid to admit it, something seems to torture you... maybe rape you?
❗️I’m not trying in any way to romanticize what will happen in this shot! Everything you read will be quite dark and strong, so please, if you are sensitive to this, do not interact!
18+/ sleep paralysis/horror/gore/mahito rape you
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Sorry for any errors, this fic is translated from italian!
SLEEP PARALYSIS
-Mahito x Reader-
«How long have sleep disorders been going on?».
«Months», your lips had rippled, «about six months», you had corrected yourself, while you made to wander your tired look on the furniture of your doctor’s office.
He called your name, taking you away from your thoughts.
«I read your medical records, you changed more than three psychoanalysts before you got to me. I wonder, are you sure that it is only this?».
Your eyes had met his. Two heavy shiners made you look like a rag, and the young man in front of you, no matter how professional he tried to be, couldn’t help feeling sorry for you.
What I’m trying to tell you is that even sleeping pills don’t work, and you know that? I tried everything, natural remedies and not-», you were angry, you hated, when they suggested that your problem was only in your head, because it wasn’t.
The more you convinced yourself, the more the doctors turned against you, and even this time it was no different.
«I mean the presence and the phantom sensations of pressure on the chest can be a symptom of post traumatic stress. It is easy for you to experience frequent sleep paralysis for this reason. Perhaps if we faced the problem psychologically it would be better. I think you understand, I can not continue to prescribe drugs, without knowing what could be the trigger».
You had sighed, swallowing. Yet another hole in the water.
Coming out of the clinic where you had gone in the morning, you had inhaled the air of Tokyo as if it were the best air in the world- it was absolutely not and your lungs filled with smog and tar.
You swallowed, your throat was dry, your eyes were burning, your head was beating.
All feelings you had begun to endure.
You were a young girl in your twenties, with a wonderful career ahead of you, a capable and brilliant woman, yet, life had decided to put you in front of all this.
As you walked through the crowded streets of Tokyo, the chaos of the metropolis seemed like a distant echo in your mind. The doctor mentioned the possible link between the trauma you suffered and your sleep problems, but it was difficult to accept that the solution could simply be psychological. You had sought comfort in sleeping pills and remedies of all kinds, but nothing seemed to relieve your tormented mind.
The memory of the incident kept haunting you, the details of the horrible day bouncing around in your head like an incessant echo. You had tried to escape reality, but the pain persisted, crept into your dreams and attacked you in the form of night paralysis and feelings of pressure on the chest.
A few months before the accident happened. A terrible car accident took away the love of your life, your sister.
Seeing her half beheaded between the sheets of the car had horrified you to the point of making you vomit on the spot. You screamed desperately, your brow ragged with blood, and his dead eyes now filled your nightmares.
If only that day you had not chosen the wrong path, you were sure, that now life would not be so unlivable.
Your soul weighed like an anvil, dragged you down, and your wings struggled to give you the push you needed to survive.
The nights were all the same: you lay down in your bed, trying to calm down, trying not to think about anything.
And what happened was you fell asleep... but then... then...
At first, you could only feel the languor of falling asleep. However, soon that numbness turned into something more sinister. An invisible but inexorable presence began to tighten your ankles, crawling along your hips and even creeping into your belly. It seemed like a subtle force, unpredictable, penetrating the depths of your bowels.
The sensations became more and more invasive, as if invisible hands shuffled you from within. As you tried to fight against the immobility that imprisoned you in your bed, your ability to breathe was being tested. An invisible but oppressive weight made every inspiration a titanic task.
«We will make it grow», a voice whispered, «we will make it grow», again.
And then the same hands came to your chest, squeezing you, choking you.
Then you’d wake up, turn on the light in panic, your forehead full of sweat, and your heart rate.
The monotonous routine of this anguish was constantly repeated, night after night. Something, a dark, elusive entity, crept into your intimate space and tortured you mercilessly.
It wasn’t just passing visions or post-traumatic stress hallucinations. Reality was carved into your skin, in painful bite marks on your breasts and bruises scattered all over your body. You couldn’t ignore the physical testimony of what happened during those nights of terror.
You looked for answers everywhere, you explored every rational possibility, but the conclusion was inevitable: you were not crazy. Those marks and scars you were carrying were tangible proof that something dark and insidious was happening.
It was a night predator that fed on your terror and vulnerability. And there was no room for rational explanations or psychological excuses. It wasn’t a matter of post-trauma, something real, at night, crawling into your bed, and it wasn’t something you were hiding from yourself: this presence was raping you.
You couldn’t explain how you came to this conclusion, but inside you the answer was becoming more and more obvious.
And so, desperate, you decided to adopt plan B.
The medium you asked for an audience with seemed to be one of the best. You paid her handsomely, and when you let her into your one-bedroom apartment, she twisted her nose.
You had no knowledge of this world, you had no interest in it, and despite your attempts to pretend, you still felt perplexed.
«Miss», the woman in her fifties had called you, while she was searching the living room, «can you take me to the exact place where the "contacts" take place?».
You had gasped, as a slight fear crept into your bowels and appeared in your face.
« I feel your discomfort, how could you not have it? This apartment is full of cursed energy».
Failing to understand what she was mumbling about, you had obeyed her request, making your way down the narrow corridor, and then opening the door.
You stopped in the window and nodded.
You didn’t mean to cross that threshold, just the thought of it made you sick.
The medium, however, had proceeded with her head held high, turning on the lights of the chamber.
The steps resounded muffled in the carpet, while carefully inspecting the desk, then the blankets and pillows of your bed.
«It happens here...», she whispered. She walked the blankets with her hand, until she reached the foot of the bed, «rising from here», she had crouched, as if she were imitating what that presence did to you. Her hands were on the covers. «it blocks your ankles», her hoarse voice resounded in the walls of the room, «it runs through your legs», she crushed the fingers between the unmade blankets, «coming to your belly», she crushed the mattress as if under her there had been you.
«And then...», her hands went up again, cup-locking on those you imagined your breasts might be.
The woman, lowered her head, had no idea what she was actually doing, but you had to admit that her explanation was accurate enough for you to understand that she was not a charlatan.
«It tastes you».
An unpleasant sensation made its way into your stomach, «I understand», she had said to herself, as she was getting out of bed.
He went through her purse, pulling out what appeared to be a talisman.
«In the realization of the talisman it is very important to respect the hourly and planetary correspondences, in fact there is always a specific day and a precise lunar phase to build and consecrate it. You are lucky, today the Moon and the stars are clearly visible», said the woman while consecrating some.
She placed one right under the bed, one above, and another in your bedroom door.
Perplexed, you frowned, «that’s all?» you asked, «three stupid pieces of paper?».
The medium smiled, «do you have other alternatives?».
The question left you motionless, unable to answer.
«no...», you had answered, driving her back to the front door.
«The curse is powerful, but I am sure that this will be able to keep it at bay for a while».
«What?! With all the money you asked me for? Did you manage only to "keep it at bay for a while"? Are you kidding me?» The woman smiled, then gave a small laugh of derision, «maybe you should have called an exorcist?».
You were so frustrated, so... so...
Bitter tears had run down your cheeks, you had dried them almost immediately, trying to keep calm.
Don’t worry, you thought, crashing on the living room couch, wait to see if these talismans work.
***
With wonder and relief, the sleep paralysis that had tormented your nights seemed to be a distant memory.
A week had passed since you could finally close your eyes without the fear of being trapped in a limbo of impotence. Your night’s rest had become a precious refuge, an oasis of peace that you had begun to fully enjoy.
The evenings followed a reassuring ritual: the return home from work, a hot shower that dispelled the accumulated tensions, a satisfying dinner and finally the refuge in the blankets of your bed. Everything seemed to fall into the natural order of things, as if normality had finally returned to claim its place. However, the tranquility you had so longed for was perhaps only an illusion, a prelude to a new chapter of horror.
In the second week of serenity, a strange feeling had crept into the air.
One night, while you slept deeply, the pungent smell of something burning had disturbed your sleep. Your awakening was immediate, and in the darkness, putting the blankets aside, you realized that something was wrong.
Your eyes slowly adapted to the darkness, and before you, the atmosphere lit up with a sinister light. A crackling blue fire enveloped the talisman hanging from your door.
A sense of disbelief enveloped you as a figure began to take shape.
It was a robust body, but its humanity seemed distorted. A man, or perhaps something that might have looked like a man, materialized before your eyes.
Your mind tried to deny what it saw, but terror took hold of you as the breath became disjointed. Your lips rippled in a desperate sigh, while your terrified eyes closed as if they were denying reality. Gasps and sobs were released from your chest as you carried your arms in front of you, as if that impotent gesture could protect you.
You just hoped the last talismans could protect you, but... well...they couldn’t.
You saw it when they both caught fire at the foot of your bed and a cold breath began to move some of your hair.
«You surprised me», a voice made your blood freeze, «closing me out like this...» it was distorted and gruesome as it echoed in the darkness. It had a stamp that sent chills down your spine, and as you desperately tried to move, your impotence became more and more overwhelming.
His scornful laughter echoed through the air like a macabre background. «You tried, you and that stupid bitch», his mocking tone crept into your ears, causing you another sob of terror.
«Go ahead yes, continue to be afraid, it is even better if you cry».
His body locked you in a corner of the bed, leaving you with no way out. You were alone, you and his dark presence, which seemed to devour the air around you. Every word spoken was like a direct blow to your soul, bringing out a sense of degradation and unspeakable terror.
«Did you really think you could stop me from still possessing you? Naive, stupid inferior human», he whispered in your neck, his breath cold as frost on your skin. «I thought you would behave well, like the good pet you are».
His words were filled with contempt, a humiliation that imposed itself on you like a chain, enveloped your spirit.
His words didn’t make sense to you, and yet, you didn’t have the courage to argue, you had the feeling that if you tried to move a muscle, he would tear you apart right in that moment.
You hadn’t yet had the courage to open your eyes to look your tormentor in the face, let alone have the strength to escape from his clutches.
His hands ran down your hips, embedded in their retracting curve.
They put pressure on you, made you scream in fear.
«I had a continuous thought, I have always had it from the first day in which I have seen you», his lips settled languid in your half uncovered belly. Your chest was hurting, your hiccups were shaking and your throat was parting, making it sore.
«Please», you had whispered, «don’t hurt me», your eyes were still closed, full of salty tears.
You had finally had the courage to speak as you laid your hands on his in a desperate attempt to divert them from yourself. You put a little pressure on him, but the guy on top of you didn’t seem to want to cooperate with you. In your desperate act, you saw that his hands presented what appeared to be scars, perhaps... seams?
«Hurt you?» he laughed almost out of control, «I don’t know, I’ll probably do». Your eyes became two saucers, so scared that who was in front of you couldn’t help but notice it.
«Are you afraid? Yes, I imagine it is so, otherwise how could I feel so regenerated?».
Then his face took shape in front of yours.
His two-tone eyes peered at you in the darkness of the night, so evil, so frightening that they cut your breath. His hair covered his sewn face, it was so surreal it felt like a horror movie.
His hands grabbed your wrists with a surprising force, far beyond what would be expected of an ordinary man. Despite your attempt to resist, his grip intensified, and in response to your affront, he gripped your wrists until they broke.
A deafening and desperate scream broke free from your mouth, but the man’s reflexes prevented you from venting your pain altogether, resting his lips on yours.
Disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting.
He had the urge to lick your lips and grunt angry when you didn't want to.
With your wrists completely broken by now, you couldn’t defend yourself, so he freed them, putting his big, rough hand in your cheeks.
You were hurt and violated, could something worse have happened?
When his hand slipped in your belly to make room between your legs, you knew there was something worse.
«No!» you cried desperately, «no... no, no-».
«Yes, yes, yes, cute, little…».
Your head was beating, your heart seemed to want to explode in your chest, your sore wrists, victims of a broken fracture, were hurting so much that you missed the air.
«You will love this, you will love to take it, won’t you? Will you become the key to my experiment? You will carry my child so well, yes... you will be perfect».
You weren’t listening to almost anything that was vomiting on you, too traumatized, too aching to focus on his words, and it was bad, since he had just confessed his no longer hidden desire to impregnate you.
His hands stripped you of the oversize shirt you were wearing, lifted it up to your breasts, leaving your sensitive boobs exposed.
«I have raped so many women in my life by curse... but you... you are by far the most beautiful of all».
His hands landed in your ribs, forcing you to settle under him.
With one hand he would block you from the neck, keeping you under control as his head went down into your chest, tickling your collarbones with his hair.
When his mouth closed in your turgid sensitive nipple, you tried to look at the ceiling as much as you could. You just hoped it would be over soon, yeah, it would be over quickly, you’d just be estranged, and everything would just seem like a bad nightmare, right?
You told yourself that, but it seemed more complicated than expected.
His mouth sucked mercilessly, popping into your irritated reddened skin.
Bites and bruises took shape in your body, immediately you were back to being the pitiful girl of a few weeks before, while your body lay untidy between the covers of your bed.
Another sinful kiss reached your lips, but you, once again, had not returned it. Your muteness was followed by some hiccups and supplication but nothing seemed to stop the monster above you.
Your body’s natural reaction to his touch made you felt sick . Your bowels twitched at the thought of pleasure, you hated it, you hated that feeling so much, you would rather die.
«Now you will be a good girl, but there is no danger that you will be a bad girl, isn’t it true, pet?» Your half-opened lips made the curse above you even more aroused.
He bit your shoulder and made you bleed, and then, under your increasingly obvious shock, he took off your shorts and panties.
In a moment of lucidity you had brought your sore hands towards your intimacy, crying like a defenseless little girl and still begging him to let you go, to stop, not to do this to you... but nothing seemed to change his mind.
The curse slowly and forcefully pulled your hands from your most sensitive spot, giggling at you and your despair.
«How rude I am», he smiled , «I didn’t even introduce myself».
You struggled frantically in his grip, «As if I could give a fuck! Disgusting monster!».
The sick look of those who were torturing you became even more intense, He licked away your tears, while keeping you perfectly under his control.
«Oh, then you too have a spirit of survival, I thought you had lost the desire to fight», two fingers crept into your wet folds, surprising you.
You had bitten your lips, unable to restrain your weeping, disordered moans.
«I am Mahito», he had whispered in your right ear, while he was fucking you with his fingers, «keep this name in mind», he said kissing your ear shell.
«I am sure that soon you will shout it of your own free will».
Overwhelmed by his brute strength, you couldn’t help but cry.
Your sexual experiences could be counted on the fingers of a hand, what it was doing to you was something so abominable, and yet, your body could not help but react to unwanted caresses.
Dissociating seemed like something impossible, no matter how hard you tried to prove it, the feeling of his fingers inside of you wouldn’t let you get distracted.
Beyond that, the pain in your wrists grew stronger and stronger.
When you saw the face of the curse dipping between your thighs, settling on your violated pussy, you thought this was the first time someone was eating it, and no, it wasn’t something you wanted to get done; your shyness had always blocked you, but now there were no alternatives.
Still clenching your eyes, salty tears fell down your cheeks, now in a silent cry that heralded your destiny.
It was obvious, you couldn’t save yourself, it was too late, and when his tongue had sunk into your wet folds, you couldn’t help but arch your back to get away from his ruthless mouth.
In that desperate refusal, Mahito grabbed you by the side, trapping you in a cruel vise.
He licked all your excitement, lingering on your little feminine bud, there was nothing more annoying when his teeth grabbed him making your lower abdomen numb.
«No... I beg you, enough... I don’t want it», a guttural lament made you tremble like a leaf while the curse didn’t give sign of wanting to yield.
He sucked, then dipped his fingers in your tight opening.
You would have cum, you would have orgasmed, and you would have hated it, you would have hated yourself so much, so much...
With a choked-up moan you let yourself go into the spasms of orgasm, and as much as you hated to admit, it was painfully enjoyable.
He continued to overstimulate you as your thighs squeezed into his face, prey to a primal instinct that even you didn’t understand.
He caused a few complaints, while, horrified, you had noticed that his hand had rushed to rub the erection in his pants.
With a trickle of saliva tying his lips to your messy pussy, you couldn’t help but think the scene was tremendously erotic. Something made you pulse down there, and you certainly wouldn’t forgive yourself.
«Try to be honest with yourself», his voice teased you, while his hands spread out your legs again.
«And don’t hide», he said by rubbing your clitoris quickly.
Your sighs had become little squeaks of torment.
«e-enough... Enough... Too-»
«Poor little pet», he said slapping you in your core, «you are so desperate... You want more, don’t you?»
You were still crying, louder and louder, as you felt something rigid make room for yourself.
«Indeed...», he said, turning on your stomach, his lips in the shell of your ear, «I want to fuck you like a fucking dog, yes, as if we are two animals».
You were shaking like a leaf, and your wrists were throbbing with pain.
«they hurt me, this position... I can’t...», a slap angrily hit you on your buttocks.
«Shut up... be quiet», he bit you in the lobe, while his hands pushed you in the back, forcing you to adhere to the mattress.
Your butt was high, your femininity completely exposed to him, who was still torturing you with his fingers.
When he penetrated you with his monstrous cock, the squeaking from your throat intensified.
When he had started to move his hips in slow but deep and angry thrusts, you had screamed in pain.
Your pussy opened up to him, wrapping his long and big excitement.
A ring of delicious cream had formed around the circumference of the curse, and the more he stopped to study it, the more his horny cock enlarged.
«Don’t you feel what you’re doing to me?» he pulled your hair, forcing you to suffocate in your pillow.
«Don’t you feel how much we are made for each other?» one more push, one more scream from you.
You were a total mess, so physically challenged, you couldn’t even think straight.
The thrusts had become stronger and faster, his hands now, had run down your delicate neck, clutching him in a vise.
Her teeth sank into your back and shoulders as you trickled blood down and dirty the bed and your shirt crumpled over your tits.
«h-help», you had whispered in terror, unable to think clearly, «please».
«I’m sorry to tell you, sweetheart, but nobody will help you», with three other pushes he had come angrily inside you, filling you with his hot cum. You could hear it drip, while in an animal act, it continued to penetrate you without mercy.
«s-someone... Help me».
As you closed your eyes, you couldn’t help but feel the evil laugh of the curse above you.
«We will be together forever», He kissed your back , imperlated of sweat and blood.
«we will be together forever and you will adore it, you will love me, you will give to me a half cursed son».
Completely unconscious, your vision had become clouded, and even this could not block the cursed spirit.
«Open your legs, it will be a long night, you know?».
Sprinkles of Sweetness : S. Ge x Fem!Reader
[ In which Suguru Geto, the terrifying cult leader himself, has a Sanrio obsessed girlfriend! ]
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Suguru Geto strides into the room with his usual commanding presence, his dark eyes cold and unreadable. The cult members fall silent, their hushed whispers dying off as they part to make way for him. To them, Geto is terrifying—an enigma wrapped in shadow. His very aura demands respect and fear, and they dare not cross him.
But none of that matters to you.
The moment you spot him, your eyes light up like stars, a bright smile stretching across your face. You bounce over to him, clutching a plush toy of Hello Kitty in one hand and a bag filled with Sanrio goodies in the other. “Suguru! Look what I got today!” Your voice is light and cheerful, entirely out of place in the dimly lit hall where his followers gather.
Geto’s lips twitch, the faintest hint of a smile threatening to break through his stoic mask. He’s always like this around you. No matter how grim or intimidating he appears to others, when you’re near, his hard exterior softens. “What is it this time, Reader?”
You beam up at him, not at all fazed by the heavy atmosphere in the room. “Look, it’s a Pompompurin keychain! Isn’t he adorable?” You hold it up with both hands, the tiny, golden retriever-shaped charm dangling from your fingers. You shift a bit closer, your Sanrio-themed tote brushing against his black robes.
The cult members exchange confused glances, unsure of how to react. Geto—THE Geto—the man they fear and worship in equal measure, is being shown… a plush keychain? And more than that, he seems completely at ease. It’s surreal.
Geto’s eyes flicker down to the keychain, and though his expression remains largely unchanged, you catch the way his eyes soften, just for you. “Adorable,” he echoes, his deep voice a little warmer. “I assume you bought more than just that?”
You nod eagerly and pull out a matching Pompompurin notebook, stickers, and even a small tote bag adorned with Sanrio characters. “They had a sale, and I couldn’t resist!” You start to chatter about all the different Sanrio items you saw, your voice full of excitement. “Kuromi and My Melody stuff too! But you know, Pompompurin is still the cutest!”
The cult members are frozen in place, unsure if they should leave or stay. Some look visibly uncomfortable, but none dare to make a move without Geto’s dismissal. You, however, are completely oblivious to the tension in the room. Your focus is solely on Suguru, as if nobody else in the world matters.
He doesn’t mind, though. In fact, he revels in it. You’re his light, his constant in a world that’s grown increasingly cruel. He doesn’t care if his followers think it’s strange—he loves it. Loves the contrast between your sweetness and the fear he instills in others. To him, you’re a precious reminder of everything good that remains, and your obsession with Sanrio is just another charming aspect to your character.
“Why don’t you show me more later?” he says quietly, ignoring the wide-eyed looks from his subordinates. “We have some business to finish first.”
You nod enthusiastically, but your smile falters just a little. “Okay, but don’t take too long! I want to show you my Pompompurin stickers too, and maybe we can watch a Sanrio movie together?”
Geto gives you a rare, genuine smile—the kind that makes the cult members’ jaws drop. “Of course. I’ll be there soon.”
You giggle and lean up to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, completely unfazed by the deadly aura that usually surrounds him. “I’ll hold you to that! Don’t keep me waiting, okay?” With that, you skip out of the room, leaving a trail of cheerfulness in your wake.
Once you’re gone, Geto’s smile fades, and his expression returns to its usual steely calm. He turns to his cult members, the air growing thick with tension once more. “Let’s continue,” he says in a cold, authoritative tone.
As soon as you leave the room, the atmosphere shifts drastically. Suguru’s warmth evaporates, replaced by an icy, oppressive air that sends chills down the spines of his followers. His eyes narrow as they settle on the group before him, any trace of softness gone. He’s their feared leader once again.
“Where were we?” His voice cuts through the silence like a blade.
The cult members immediately snap back to attention, hastily resuming their report. They speak quickly and carefully, terrified of making a mistake now, especially after witnessing such a stark contrast in his demeanor. It’s like watching a predator switch from playfulness to cold calculation, and no one dares question it.
But even as they continue, Geto’s mind wanders briefly back to you. He pictures you sprawled out on the couch, surrounded by a sea of plushies and trinkets, eagerly waiting for him to join you. The image is so jarringly different from the reason he was holding this meeting, but it kept him from killing everyone in the room because they saw that.
He finishes the meeting swiftly, his orders sharp and unforgiving. The cult members scatter as soon as they’re dismissed, all too eager to be out of his presence. Geto doesn’t mind; their fear is useful to him. It keeps them in line, ensures that his plans move forward. But now, he has more important matters to attend to.
By the time he makes his way to the private quarters, he finds you exactly as he imagined. You’re curled up in the middle of the bed, surrounded by your Sanrio treasures—Pompompurin plushies, notebooks, and stickers covering every available surface. You’re humming happily to yourself as you arrange your newest purchases, your energy a stark contrast to the shadowy world outside.
“There you are!” you chirp, looking up as soon as you notice him. You reach out, patting the spot next to you on the bed, and he doesn’t hesitate to join you.
“You finished faster than I thought,” you say, your eyes sparkling. “Does that mean you’ll help me with my sticker collection now?” You hold up a few sheets of stickers. “I’ve been saving this spot in my journal just for us to work on together!”
Geto leans back against the headboard, his hard exterior melting away as he watches you with quiet affection. “I suppose I can spare some time for that,” he murmurs, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
You grin wide, immediately scooting closer so you can show him the best spots for the stickers. “Okay, so I was thinking we could start with these little ones here,” you begin, pointing to the cutest Pompompurin stickers with excitement. “They’re so tiny and perfect for the corners!”
As you explain your sticker placement strategy, Geto listens with a level of patience and interest that would be unthinkable to anyone else. To his cult, he’s a ruthless leader. But to you? He’s just Suguru, the man who’ll sit and help you organize Sanrio stickers because it makes you happy.
“Are you sure this one should go here?” he asks, pointing at one of the stickers with mock seriousness. “It’s a bit off-center.”
You gasp dramatically. “Suguru, how could you question my sticker placement?” You lightly poke his arm, pretending to be offended. “I am the expert here, remember?”
His deep chuckle sends warmth through you, and you lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. Despite the horrors of his world, here, with you, everything is light and soft. You make him feel human in a way he rarely allows himself to be. It’s a fleeting escape, but one he cherishes more than anything.
“Fine,” he concedes, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “You’re the expert.”
“Thank you,” you say with a giggle, snuggling into his side as you place the last sticker. “I knew you’d see it my way.”
You finish the journal together, filling it with your favorite stickers, and then settle back, basking in the comfortable silence that follows. Your head rests against his chest, the soft sound of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful state.
“Suguru,” you mumble, your voice sleepy, “we should go to the Sanrio store together next time.”
He glances down at you, a rare warmth in his gaze. “You want me to go with you?”
You nod, eyes half-closed. “You’d look so cute with a My Melody keychain,” you tease, your words fading as you start to drift off.
Geto chuckles quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He doubts anyone in his life could ever picture him at a Sanrio store, much less with you hanging onto his arm, giggling over plush toys. But for you? He’d do it without hesitation.
“Maybe,” he murmurs, his voice soft and low. “If it’s with you.”
As you drift into sleep, still clutching your Pompompurin plush, Geto holds you close. To the world, he’s a terrifying figure, the leader of a growing cult. But here, with you in his arms and your Sanrio treasures scattered around, he’s just a man in love with someone who brings color and sweetness into his otherwise bleak world. And for that, he’s endlessly grateful.