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⭒ 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑺𝑳𝑬𝒀, minors do not interact

fem reader. male oral receiving. you treat wriothesley on his birthday. petnames used; sweetheart. teasing. drafted this up quickly for his birthday! ₊ 𓂃 masterlist.

“I personally have no complaints about you sneaking into my office.” WRIOTHESLEY’S teasing you, handsome smirk in place as you kneel between his spread thighs. And one of his arms rest along the back of the couch in his office while his eyes sweep along your features. “And well, you seem more than capable of handling things from here, I may even be so inclined as to say your methods are particularly convincing.”

Yet, you would be lying if you said he didn’t make you feel nervous— and in the best way at that, the sort of nerves that makes your stomach turn and your thighs squeeze as you inch yourself closer.

You’d shown up here—your pretty self in tow—and quite eagerly pressed Wriothesley back onto the couch with your pretty manicured fingertips, poking at his chest until he fell with a huff and you wasted no time in following suit. Tugging at his belt with no more than a hum about how you’re here to celebrate him and he’d met you with a raised brow and an intrigued, “Oh, you shouldn’t have.”

Well, it was his birthday afterall.

Though it wasn’t a day the Duke himself ever cared to celebrate, he can’t deny that he quite liked the fuss you made about it. Especially when you make sure to tell him that this is only the first of the surprises you have lined up for him, and who is Wriothesley to deny you of your fun.

But even despite all of your big talk, you can’t help but suddenly feel so small when the look he sends you is so enamoured, almost charmed. His heavy cock is still soft as it rests against his thigh and his slacks are pooling at his ankles. Though you’re not blind to the way it already seems to be twitching— he seems to mask his need quite well as his head props up against his fist.

“Well, it is a special day. It’s only natural that I spoil you, your Grace~” You reply, it’s whispery and honeyed and you feel the sweet sound throb through Wriothesley’s cock when you wrap your fingers around the shaft. You feel it thicken against your palm quite quickly as you begin to suckle kisses along the slowly hardening length of him.

“Oh yeah? Well I sure do like your spirit, Sweetheart.” It’s sinful, the things he does to you — the low drawl his voice takes when he feels your lips around him. His half-hard cock presses against your tongue as it grows thicker with every swipe of the muscle along the tip, and you hear him swallow loudly as you press yourself closer on your knees. His next words seem rougher than the last, “That, and I quite like having your attention, might I add.”

It’s almost like a game of sorts, and this sort of push and pull was your favourite— to be able to feel the weight of Wriothesley’s cock grow heavier as your lips stretch around him. To have him tease you while you retort to his words with your movements, with slow presses of your lips and squeezes of your throat as you force his cock deeper.

Your palm pumps spit along the shaft as his lidded gaze watches you closely from beneath his hair, already mused from your hands and the kisses he welcomed you with.

Fuck—Wriothesley thinks it’s so sweet, to have someone take care of him like this. To celebrate him; to start with the soft little kiss you press against the tip as he watches his precum smear along your lips, only to follow it with a languid swipe of your tongue before you swallow loudly and offer him a lidded look.

“That all you got for me, hm? Oh I know you can do better than that.” It’s more than enough— every movement you make is addictive as is. But you tap the head of his cock against your tongue in response and it makes him chuckle lowly as his broad chest expands with his next inhale.

The things you do to him, for him—you could kill him and bring him back to life with a pretty look and a particularly rough stroke of your palm and he’d beg for you to do it again. Wriothesley’s next groan breaks into an unsteady waver when he feels you swirl your tongue along the sensitive folds of his cock, trailing it along the slit on his blunt head until his hips twitch and his head rolls back.

His palm feel even bigger when he reaches out to push your hair back from your face,

“That’s more like it, huh? You’re making quite the spectacle of me. I might even say you’ve got a real knack for this.” His voice breaks off again as you bob your head slowly along the length of him, teasing your tongue along the sensitive underside so you can see the way his teasing smirk twitches into something needier, and he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. “Though… It’s nothing I can’t handle.” His voice wavers and it makes your lashes flutter as he tries to hold himself together,

Wriothesley grits his teeth as you push yourself deeper, letting the blunt head of his cock push down the tight tunnel of your throat as he throbs. “Oh yeah, just like that.” The full thickness presses tight against your airwaves when your next choke around him makes him growl, pretty tears sparking along your lashes before you feel his large palm cup and squeeze at the back of your neck.

You let him hold your head in place as he rolls his hips back and forth, working more of his cock into the tight hug of your throat as your eyes flutter closed. It almost feels like he’s easing you into it, going easy on you before he makes a mess of those pretty features.

But with the next roll of Wriothesley’s hips; he growls, and you take the opportunity to push yourself deeper as your lips stretch around him — nose pressing against the thick salt and pepper hair that decorates his pelvis as his abdomen twitches.

you swallow, gag and the Duke smirks before you begin your wet, messy withdrawal as your spit catches along the slick skin of his shaft. “Whatever shall I do with you, hm? Make sure not to get too ahead of yourself, I wouldn’t wanna hurt my girl.” He goads, chuckles despite the trembling undercurrent his tone holds and its undeniable the way it makes your thighs squeeze together.

you take a sharp breath as you pull off of Wriothesley’s cock, feeling the dark haired man above you swipe his thumb along a stray tear as you do. The movement is soft despite the way his gaze is blown out and heavy with his next growl, and you say thanks with a kiss against the tip and a smile that’s quite giddy.

“Why do you look more pleased about this than me, hm?” He drawls at your starry-eyed expression, but his broad chest heaves as you let him guide your head back down. It’s followed by the sound of him taking a sharp breath when his cock pushes back against your airways, allowing you to relish in the dizzy spin of the room and the long, low groan it pulls from the man over you.

“Phew— you’re not going easy on me, huh?” Wriothesley chokes, dragging his free hand along your back as his fingers flex and draw lines along the fabric of your clothes when you swallow around him. You choke and gag around his thick cock before his abomden flexes beneath his shirt and his thighs follow suit when he twitches on your tongue.

Your whine is muffled around him as you feel spit drip down your chin and the vibration alone pulls another strangled, low grunts from the dual-toned Duke. Before it’s cut off with a garbled laugh when you sink back down on his cock so perfectly.

“Uh oh, already?” Wriothesley grunts next, though it’s mostly to himself, it serves as more of a warning to you with his next uncontrollable twitch of his hips. You feel his cock throb and thicken against your tongue, twitching inside the tight give of your throat with a trembling grunt and a soft, dreamy groan.

But then you look up, with that same pretty look you always have with your lips wrapped around his cock, and it’s almost in an instant— the way you need to pull back when you feel the first sudden rush of his cum on your tastebuds. You allow yourself to slurp and swallow around his throbbing tip as your tongue swirls around his pulsing veins, offering yourself a real taste as his hips shake.

Wriothesley groans as his orgasm washes over him, low and gravelly while his body twitches in time with your movements and he curls over you to press himself deeper. His large hand squeezes at the back of your neck as you wring the cum out of him, and you can’t help but feel pleased at the uncharacteristically wrecked sounds you seem to be pulling from the otherwise intimidating man.

It doesn’t take long before he’s grunting, urging you off as you take a breath and you almost splutter as you try to. Though he doesn’t let you get too far as his thumb reaches out to swipe across your lips, pushing between them as he ensures you clean up every drop.

“Well as much as that was lovely. I would hate for the party to end so soon.” Wriothesley’s chest heaves as he looks down at your blissed out expression, though he only seems to greet it with a softer one of his own. The mess you’ve made of the otherwise intimidating Duke is already quite apparent in his flushed cheeks and swollen lips— given how tightly they’ve been between his teeth.

He sighs, “And I think it’s about time I unwrap my next gift, wouldn’t you agree?” Your lashes flutter as Wriothesley’s large hand outstretches to take yours, and it’s with little hesitancy that he guides you to straddle him. And with just as little time that his cock is hard again and pressing against you as he sends you a lidded, hungry look.

His hands can barely wait before they’re almost trembling in want to rip through the layers of your clothes, “I hear they say these occasions are best celebrated together afterall.”

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X reader fic made me sad so now everyone should have a cloudy day and also know about it

#Sad #X reader #Die #Cloudy #Cry

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r/AmItheAsshole u/toadtoru

AITA FOR STEALING MY HOOKUPS CAT?

I (21f) have been hooking up with this really hot guy (21m). Recently, he’s been acting really weird though. And then I found out he stole his ex-best friend’s cat?

pairing: suguru geto x fem! reader contents: smut, cunnilingus, praise, degradation (cocksleeve, slut), pet names (baby, pretty girl), prone bone, he grabs readers hair (no description of texture or length), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, themes of worship wordcount: 3.5k alba's note: i read this post half a year ago and i still think it's the funniest thing ever. reddit theme inspired by this amazing fic by @/gorehsk, one of the first jjk fics i read on here!!

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Satoru’s eyes are red. There are red rims surrounding them, showing you he’s clearly been crying, and he looks like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

You’re not sure why he’s here, actually, and not at his apartment, where he can mourn in private. Maybe he doesn’t like how quiet it is now that Suguru moved out. (Moved out is perhaps too nicely put. Moreso left in the middle of the night without even leaving a note.)

You shift awkwardly in your seat. You didn’t want to be here either, but Shoko begged you. You glance towards the bar of the club, where she’s standing, talking up some tall, dark-haired girl.

God, you wish you were anywhere but here.

Your phone feels like it’s burning a hole in your pocket. You want to check your notifications so bad, see if he’s texted you, but you can’t because Satoru is sniffling and rambling.

“I told him to stay, so we could talk it out, you know? But he just kept going on and on, oh, I’m not like you, Satoru, and like, I get that, but why won’t he just—” You nod, trying to seem interested, but it’s been weeks, and all Satoru ever talks about is his breakup with Suguru. Friendship breakup, that is, but nevertheless you have no doubt whatever he is experiencing, it’s probably more painful than any actual breakup you’ve gone through.

The two have pretty much always been inseparable, ever since they roomed together in freshman year. You’re all seniors now, and the two have stayed living together, even though they moved off campus two years ago. (Satoru let it slip that his parents bought him a penthouse. When asked why he didn't live there he smiled. "Well, then I wouldn't have gotten to know you all, now would I?")

In a sense, it's almost cruel. Now he's back where he started, in this penthouse alone, yet this time he knows that there's an absence, a presence shaped by Suguru that haunts him around every corner.

And no one really knows what happened. Though you might know more than others considering your... relationship with Suguru.

“Hey, are you even listening?”

“Sorry, what?”

You blink at Satoru, and he blinks back before resting his elbows on the table and leaning over, inching his face closer to yours. You pull back, trying to remain calm even when his startling blue eyes are burning into yours and a pout forms on his lips.

“You know something,” he says, and you shake your head.

“No, why, what—” You splutter, and you feel your face become hot as you try to collect yourself. Satoru leans back again and sighs loudly, glancing around the club. Instantly, you feel the guilt take place in your stomach, and you frown, furrowing your brows in an attempt to buy sympathy.

Satoru shakes his head at this, and you can tell he isn’t going to let it go.

“Okay, I might know something,” you say, glancing around the club to make sure no one is looking before leaning closer. “But you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

This is a bad idea. A bad, horrible, bad idea. Like, really bad. Really stupid.

You sigh as you’re driven to Suguru’s apartment complex.

You’ve been hooking up for months. It was originally an accident, at least on your part. You don’t think Suguru ever really does something by accident. Regardless, you were both drunk and horny. Thus, you ended up in his bed, and he ate you out like a god.

After that, you just couldn’t reject him. Suguru knows he’s good. He’s cocky and mean, and at times rude, but none of it is without reason. He makes you see stars every single time, makes you come so many times that your legs are trembling and tears are running down your cheeks, and then he makes you come a couple of times more just for good measure.

The worst of it all is that he can be so nice. He builds you up with his praises and deft fingers; he knows just what to say and how to string you along, how to make you keen, and do exactly as he wants.

This is why you keep sneaking around with him even after he suddenly moved out of his shared apartment with Satoru and why you’ve been avoiding your friends in recent weeks.

Suguru has a nice dick, but fuck, is it really worth all this?

You bite your lip nervously, going over what Satoru told you before he sent you off with a pat on the ass.

“You know Mr. Snuggles, right?”

You do. A big, fluffy, blue-eyed cat that Satoru impulsively bought during your second year.

“I think Suguru took him.”

You stop, and your brows knit together in confusion. You’ve only been to Suguru’s new place twice, but you didn’t notice Mr. Snuggles there.

“It’s recent. I didn’t change the locks in case he might..." Satoru trails off and you send him a small smile. He looks away. "You know. But when I came home last week, Snuggles was gone.��

“Are you sure it’s him?”

“Who else could it be?”

The plan is simple. Get in, confirm the cat is there, make up an excuse, and leave.

Don’t get in bed with him. Don’t get his bed, don’t—

“Hey,”

Suguru’s right out of the shower when he opens the door for you, wearing only a pair of sweatpants dangerously low on his hips. His long hair is damp still, and you swallow, immediately feeling hot.

He’s playing dirty.

“Hi,” you reply, and slip inside his apartment, ignoring the way his eyes burn into your form.

“You’ve been out?” he asks, motioning to your outfit, and you nod, crossing your hands over your chest.

Suguru just smiles. Stupidly, dizzyingly, handsome, and you resist the urge to take a bite out of him. You glance around the apartment, trying to find the evidence of a cat being there, to no avail.

Suguru is in front of you now. His hands land on your hips, thumbs circling your skin, as he leans down and kisses your neck.

“You smell nice,” he murmurs, and you hum, closing your eyes.

You don’t object when he picks you up and carries you to his bed, nor do you object when he slips off your bottoms and your shirt, leaving you in the pretty lingerie you chose right before you went out, knowing that you’d end up here at the end of the night.

Any thoughts of reason are out the window. It's not like the cat is going anywhere, is it? You have time.

There’s a sort of melancholy to it—the knowledge that it’s the last time you’re doing this. So you let yourself emerge in the experience, pulling him in, tangling your fingers in his hair, and kissing him greedily. Suguru smiles against your lips before pulling away, kissing along your jaw instead. (You insist that this is your last time. It has to be.)

“Someone’s feeling needy,” he murmurs against your skin, and you moan softly. His hands are all over you, gripping at your waist, then moving up and cupping your tits. He leans back, admiring the bra you chose for him and the way your chest heaves for him as you melt into his sheets.

You’re a sight for sore eyes.

He kisses the valley of your breast, looking up at you through his lashes as he moves down your stomach. You giggle and sigh softly, pulling his bangs out of his eyes as he comes down right above the waistband of your panties. Big hands roam over your thighs, caressing your skin, before he pulls them apart, revealing a dark spot at the center of your panties.

“Slut,” he teases, and you roll your eyes, wiggling your hips in his face.

“Get in there, whore,” you reply, earning a slap on your thigh that makes you gasp.

“Be nice,” he replies, and you wanna retort that he started it, but you’re stopped when he kisses your cunt, right on your clit. You take a sharp breath, and he licks a stripe over your panties, before hooking a finger inside them and pulling them to the side.

The sight that welcomes him is lovely. Your cunt is wet and pretty, and he can’t stop himself from diving in, wrapping his lips around your clit. You arch your back, burying your fingers in his hair and letting out a choked moan.

The man between your legs is hardly faced, not even when your thighs tighten around his head. Instead, he merely continues his ministrations on your clit, while he pushes a finger inside you.

Suguru’s fingers are long and nice. You love them. They go deeper than yours ever could, and he knows just how to reach all the right spots. Within minutes, you feel the pressure rise in your belly, and you whine.

“Fuck, Sugu, just like that, yes,” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut, and Suguru laughs against your cunt, sucking and nibbling on your clit, while pushing two more fingers inside you. The stretch makes you keen, and you moan unashamedly, grinding your pussy against his face.

“You taste so sweet, baby,” he murmurs, and you giggle, looking down at him with lidded eyes and knitted brows. “My favourite girl,” he adds, and guilt brews in your stomach, though you’re quickly distracted as he curls his fingers and hits your g spot, making sparks fly through your body.

“Sugu,” you gasp, and you attempt to squeeze your thighs together, though you’re stopped by his free hand gripping your thigh.

White spots form behind your eyes when you come and you let out a ballad of praises as your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut. Somewhere far away, you can hear Suguru laugh as he swallows up every drop you have to give. When you come back down, he moves away and grins at you.

“That was a big one,” he says. “What do we say then?”

You pout at his tone of voice, but nevertheless, you oblige.

“Thank you,” you reply, and Suguru’s smile widens, though you’re barely given time to relax as he manhandles you onto your stomach and slips his sweatpants off. You crane your neck to see what’s happening behind you, and you feel your mouth salivate when you watch him stroke his cock before positioning it at your entrance.

“You’ll be good for me, right?” he asks as he pushes in. The glide is easy, considering the fact that you’re soaked, but the stretch sure as hell isn't, and you gasp, gripping the sheets beside you, as Suguru buries himself to the hilt.

You’re a mess. Suguru is thick, so fucking thick, and it sends you reeling every time, no matter how often you fuck. You’re dumb, brainless as you turn into a puddle underneath him, and Suguru smiles endearingly.

This is exactly why he keeps you around. Because you’re so fucking pliant as long as you get what you want. And Suguru loves giving you what you want.

He doesn’t ease you into it; instead, he begins plunging in and out of you, placing his hands on your lower back so he can fuck you hard.

With his thighs caging you in, you can do nothing but take it. You cry out, feeling immensely overwhelmed with the way his cock bullies your g spot, and you bury your face in your pillow, trying to muffle your moans.

You love it when he treats you like this. The sting is quickly turned into pure, mind-numbing pleasure, and you can’t stop yourself from drooling as every coherent thought you’ve ever had is fucked out of you.

“You love this, huh?” Suguru huffs, ignoring the beads of sweat on his forehead. “Love being my little cocksleeve,” he laughs, and you nod into your pillow.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, fuck, yes, I do.” He can feel the way you clench around his dick, and he knows you’re close. It only encourages him to fuck you harder, meaner, leaning over you, and pushing you into the mattress of his bed. He kisses your neck and enjoys the way you fight for air, as though each push of his cock is making you choke.

His balls slap against your skin, and the sound of your sloppy cunt fills the room. It’s filthy, really.

“Love it so much, Suguru,” you continue, and it makes him huff out a laugh.

"Well, aren’t you being sweet today?” he says.

Your orgasm hits you like a truck. There’s really no stopping it as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out a garbled mix of whines and mewls. Your walls clamp down on Suguru’s cock, and he hisses at how good you feel as he fucks you through your orgasm, rough and fast, giving you no opportunity to recover as he fucks you into the next high.

You reach back, attempting to push at his pelvis to get him to slow down, but a hand wraps around your wrists, pushing down on your back and forcing you into the sluttiest arch. Suguru groans at the way you tighten around him as your mouth opens in a silent scream and your body shakes with pleasure. It’s all too much, yet so good.

“Fuck, you’re pretty when you come,” Suguru mutters, leaning down over you, his sweaty chest colliding with your back as he keeps fucking you deep and hard. He’s fully chasing his own high now, using your body as he desires, though you have zero qualms about it.

“Sugu,” you whine, and your breath hitches in your throat when his cock repeatedly bullies your cervix. “I’m so full.”

Your voice is breathless, whiny, and Suguru can’t help but laugh. He lets your hands free, allowing you to grip the sheets beside you so hard that your fingers almost hurt and instead turns your hair into a makeshift handle, using it for leverage to pull your face out of the pillow underneath you.

Your cheeks are stained with tears, your lips glossy and swollen, and you whine when he kisses your cheek affectionately.

“But you love it,” he states, moving down to your jaw. “You’re made for me, aren’t you?”

He sucks a mark into your shoulder, and you squeeze your eyes shut, unable to decide whether the feeling in your gut is guilt or an incoming orgasm. Maybe it’s a bit of both, but it still leaves you babbling, a mix of apologies and praises tumbling from your tongue.

“Why are you apologising, baby?” He hums, and another laugh bubbles at the back of his throat, though he’s cut off by a groan when you unexpectedly clench around him. “Fuck, are you trying to milk me or something?”

“I’m sorry, Sugu, shit, fuck, I’m gonna come,” you gasp, reaching a shaky hand back to run it through his hair, and Suguru’s hips stutter when your nails rake down his scalp, making him bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“Go on then, pretty girl, make a mess,” he says, and you do, cunt gushing around his cock. He pulls back to watch, enjoying the sight of himself disappearing in and out, before he pulls out, releasing all over your ass and back.

A pornographic moan leaves him, and you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, though you’re thoroughly spent. You melt into his sheets, hoping to disappear when the thought of a certain cat crosses your mind.

Fuck.

You don’t look up, nor do you bother to open your eyes, as you feel Suguru shuffle around. You let out a whine in protest when a cold cloth makes contact with your skin.

“I have to clean you,” Suguru states, before manhandling you onto your back and making you sit over so he can slip a shirt over your head. He’s wearing a pair of boxers as he slips in beside you, pulling you on top of him so you can escape the puddle of your slick underneath you.

“Thank you,” you mutter, though you’re not really sure what you’re thanking him for. The countless orgasms or the weird intimacy that he seems to only be able to show you behind closed doors?

Suguru hums. It’s a weird sort of second nature to him to take care of others. At least those he deems worthy. You’re grateful to be one of those, but you’re unsure of how long it’ll last.

For the first time tonight, you take a proper look at him. His hair is long now, and unkempt, and there are dark circles underneath his eyes. His cheekbones have become more prominent, along with his jawline. He’s far from the scrawny freshman you met four years ago, though you suppose some parts of him are still unchanged.

“Are you okay, Suguru?” You ask, and you feel him stiffen slightly underneath you.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replies. “Don’t worry about it.”

You frown, cupping his face with your hands, forcing brown eyes to look into yours. There’s a certain coldness in his gaze. You know you’re crossing a line, but you’re not exactly sure how not to cross it. How could you remain indifferent to him when he wraps his arms around you and squeezes your waist while you wear his shirt and sleep in his bed?

“Go to sleep,”

A big hand cradles the back of your head, and you huff, lying on his chest.

“I wish you would tell me things,” you murmur.

“I do tell you things.”

You close your eyes, pretending to sleep. Maybe you do sleep for a little. But soon enough you wake again, and you slip out of his bed, attempting to find your things in the dark without waking Suguru.

If Suguru does wake up—and you’re almost certain he does—he pretends not to. Even as the door to his bedroom creaks loudly, he remains silent, allowing you to slip into his living room and put on your clothes again.

You don’t find your panties but decide that they were probably ruined anyway. Your phone beeps, and you eye the texts from Satoru.

GOJO[23:51]: Did you find Mr. Snuggles?

GOJO[23:52]: Is he there??

GOJO[23:56]: Hellooooooo??

GOJO[00:12]: Did you die or something??

GOJO[01:02]: Why aren’t you replying

GOJO[01:23]: (╥﹏╥)

Slowly you look around the small apartment. It shouldn’t be hard to find a big, white fluffy cat, should it?

YOU[03:24]: Pick me up in five

Your heart practically melts at the sight of Mr. Snuggles cuddled up on the couch, meowing at you. He’s always been a talker, and you loved sneaking off to hang out with him whenever Satoru and Suguru would host parties.

The cat jumps off the couch and snuggles into your legs, purring softly. There are no protests as you pick him up and kiss his head.

Get in, confirm the cat is there, make up an excuse, and leave.

Don’t steal the fucking cat.

The thing about Suguru is that he thoroughly believes you're dedicated to him, that you’d never do anything he wouldn’t want you to. But maybe you are dedicated to him, maybe that's why you're doing this. Maybe dedication isn't solely about listening, but also about doing things the one you love might not like because you believe it'll save them in the end.

And, well, is it really stealing if you’re just bringing the cat back to his original home?

GOJO[03:31]: I’m here

You sneak out of the apartment as quickly as you can, running out into the street and practically jumping into the car. Satoru greets you, looking at you through the back mirror.

“Well, it took you long enough, didn’t it? Wait, Mr. Snuggles! Oh my god, come here, my baby, daddy’s missed you so so so much—”

You take a deep breath, sinking into the plush car seats.

At least you left a note.

Suguru awakes in the early morning, suspicion already brewing in his chest due to the fact that he hasn’t heard Mr Snuggles scratch at his door this morning. He doesn't lament at the fact that you’re gone—that’s the nature of your relationship, he tells himself as he pushes away the lingering thought that his bed is awfully cold.

He walks into his living room, his eyes roaming the place, searching for a little white fluffball of fur, until it lands on a piece of paper on his kitchen counter.

The cat is safe at Satoru’s. Give him a call, yeah? He misses you.

“What the fuck.”

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nanami-not-nanamin I'm gonna go with ESH. I'm confused as to why you 1) decided to steal the cat and 2) actually slept with him. I would've just confirmed that the cat was there and then left.

toadtoru OP The guy is really hot though. I would be insane to pass up on the opportunity to get railed.

blue-eyed-princess-666 NTA. I think OP is perfectly in her right to do this. That cat deserves a proper home.

your-neighborhood-cultleader Fuck off, Satoru. Give me Mr. Snuggles back. YTA, btw.

thank you for reading!

satoru refers to himself as daddy confirmed??????

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What selfshipping is like

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thinking of Kokushibo during his three day transformation

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satoru "you can take it, i'll make it fit" gojo turns into satoru "i can't take it, it's too much, you're gonna fuckin' break me baby" gojo when you're the one pegging him

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BOYFRIEND!RAFE x DEPRESSED!READER

WARNINGS .ᐟ depression, rafe gives reader a bath, but it's not sexual, fluff, the teeniest bit of angst if you squint at the beginning

NOTES .ᐟ this isn't my best work, but i'm writing it more for comfort than anything else, and i wanted to post it just in case anyone out there is also struggling and could use it <3

Something was up, and Rafe could tell. You were usually so clingy, wanting to spend every moment with him, and he was not complaining by any means. He loved having his girl at his side, showing her off at every occasion, but it had been almost two weeks since he last saw you, which was so very out of the ordinary.

You would answer his texts at first, always coming up with some excuse for why you couldn't see him. First, you were sick. He offered to come over and take care of you, but you'd insisted that you didn't want him to catch whatever you had, so he eventually acquiesced and settled on checking in on you periodically.

But then, your responses slowly became more and more infrequent. Rafe was at a loss. Had he done something to upset you? Why were you being so cold and distant? He couldn't think of any fights you two had recently. Everything seemed perfect until you started pulling away out of the blue.

He texted you to tell you he was coming over, but you hadn't seen it by the time he showed up at your house, all but pounding on the door. He was a little angry, very annoyed, and more than a bit jealous. Were you with some other guy in there? Is that why you hadn't been answering him.

Those feelings immediately dissipated, however, when the door slowly creaked open and you peeked out. Your hair was tangled and greasy, haphazardly thrown up and out of the way. You had dark circles under your eyes and a small frown on your face, your brows pinching when you saw him.

His expression softened as he softly murmured your name. You stepped back, allowing him inside, and he shut the door behind him, his eyes never leaving your disheveled form. "Baby, what's wrong?" He asked gently, approaching you like he would a skiddish animal.

"You shouldn't have come," you said quietly, your gaze downcast. You were embarrassed that he was seeing you like this. The whole reason you'd been avoiding him was so he wouldn't see this part of you—the part that struggled to get out of bed whenever a major depressive episode hit.

He ignored your words, stepping closer and tilting your chin up, so he could look at you. "Talk to me, sweetheart," he coaxed softly. "Is this why you've been dodging my calls and texts?"

You nodded slowly, feeling guilty. You hadn't meant to ignore him, but texting people had become a chore as of late. You couldn't bring yourself to do it, to have to explain why you were acting so off. You just wanted to shut out the world and wallow in your misery.

He sighed, his thumbs coming up to caress your cheeks gently. He hated seeing you like this. He wanted to fix it. He wanted to take away all your sorrow and make you happy again. "Why didn't you tell me, baby?"

"I just- I didn't want you to see me like this," you said softly. "I look like shit. It's gross and pathetic..."

"Hey, don't say that shit about yourself, alright?" he said firmly. "You're beautiful, always, and you're not pathetic. You're going through a hard time and that's okay. I'm here for you, baby."

You looked up at him, your eyes glistening with unshed tears at his words. He was so gentle, so understanding and patient. He was perfect, and you were... you.

He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'm gonna run you a warm bath, okay? Gonna wash your hair and get you all cleaned up."

"You don't have to do that," you said quietly. You didn't want to be a burden, for him to feel like he had to take care of you just because you were dating.

"I know that, but I want to, alright? Just-Just let me take care of you, yeah?" He stared at you expectantly, waiting until you gave him a reluctant nod before he took your hand and pulled you toward the bathroom. "Sit," he ordered, pointing to the lowered toilet seat.

You complied, sitting and watching him as he turned the water on, testing the temperature with his hand and adjusting it until it was just the way he knew you liked it before he flipped the drain stopper. He poured in some of your favorite scented bubble bath, waiting for the water to fill the tub.

He turned back to you, kneeling down to take your hands in his. "Okay baby, let's get you undressed and in the tub, yeah? I'll wash your hair for you."

You chewed your lip nervously, looking at him with uncertainty. You were hardly in any shape to be perceived by anyone, let alone your perfect boyfriend. You couldnt remember the last time you shaved your body or did any personal grooming for that matter. You'd just been so physically and mentally drained as of late.

He cupped your cheek, gently using his thumb to pull your lower lip from your teeth. He hated when you did that, always saying you were ruining your pretty lips. "You're always gorgeous to me," he reassured you. "I don't care what you look like. Right now, I just wanna take care of my girl, alright?"

You hesitated but nodded. "Okay," you said softly. You knew he was just trying to help, and you also knew you desperately needed your hair washed before it reached the point of no return. You'd hated how bad you'd let it get, but you couldn't bring yourself to even attempt the attention and effort that detangling and washing would entail.

With careful movements, Rafe helped ease your shirt over your head, revealing your bare skin to his gaze. His expression was non judgemental, his touch reverent as he helped you out of your clothes. "You're doing so good, baby," he murmured, his words soothing the nerves that were bubbling in your stomach. "In you go," he said, once you were finally out of your dirty clothes.

You stepped into the warm bath, the hot water and calming smell helping you relax a fraction. You pulled your knees to your chest with a soft sigh. You were so sensitive and vulnerable in that moment, and Rafe's kindness made your chest tighten and your eyes mist.

He smiled softly at you, the picture of a loyal, caring boyfriend. He would do anything for you. "There you go, sweetheart. Gonna feel so much better after a nice long bath." He knelt beside the tub, running his hand over your hunched back soothingly for a few moments.

He let you get adjusted and relaxed before reaching for your hair tie, gently pulling it out and revealing your tangled hair. You closed your eyes, waiting for some remark about how you need to take better care of yourself or how your hair was a mess, but it never came. "Alright baby, let's get this pretty hair washed for you," was all he said, his tone soft and comforting. "Can you lean back for me?"

You nodded, unfurling yourself from your curled up position and leaning back, letting your hair soak up the water. "There you go," he murmured, making sure your hair was thoroughly wetted before helping you sit back up straight. He reached for the conditioner, coating your hair in an ungodly amount and running it through the strands as best he could to help soften your hair and make it easier to detangle before grabbing a wide tooth comb. "This might hurt a little, baby. I'm sorry, but you'll feel so much better when we're all done."

He worked meticulously, starting at the ends and slowly, carefully working out each knot and tangle, murmuring soft apologies whenever he hit a bad one that tugged at your scalp. He had experience with this kind of thing, having helped Wheezie with her hair a lot when she was a kid. He was so gentle and patient, making sure he didn't pull too hard.

It made you grateful because if you were doing this yourself, you already knew you would've gotten frustrated and started practically ripping your hair out as you roughly yanked the comb through your hair until you were in tears.

The fact that he regarded you with a tenderness and compassion you didn't even award yourself made your heart swell with love, but it also made guilt tug at you. This was the man that you'd been ignoring—this man that was so attentive and loved you so much.

"You're doing so good, baby. I know it hurts, but you're being so brave for me. I'm so proud of you," he said gently, continuing to work through your hair. He didn't show any signs that he was getting frustrated or annoyed, he just continued to hold himself with pure adoration and care for you.

His sweet words made tears well up in your eyes. You didn't understand how you could ever deserve someone like him, someone who loved you completely and unconditionally. His words of assurance were something you'd desperately needed to hear after weeks of listening to your own brain demean and demoralize you.

"There we go, sweetheart. All done. You did so well," he praised you gently as he finally finished up, running the comb through the last of the tangles. He helped you lean back, rinsing the conditioner. He made sure to get all the excess product out before helping you sit back up, reaching for the shampoo bottle.

He squirted a generous amount onto his palm, lathering it in his hands and applying it into your scalp. He washed it out and applied more until it started to froth up, signaling that your hair was finally getting clean.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly as he worked the shampoo into your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp in slow, soothing circles. You felt guilty for a lot of things, for ignoring him, for making him spend his time on you like this, for being this way in the first place. Your brain had convinced you that you were a burden on everyone around you, and you hated the thought of Rafe having to put up with you when he could have any other normal girl.

His hands stilled in your hair, and he tiled your head so you were looking at him. His expression was serious, deadly so, and for a moment, you thought he was mad at you. "Don't. Don't you ever apologize, okay? You've got absolutely nothing to be sorry for. You understand me?"

You nodded, his words and actions meaning more to you than he could ever know. He always knew what to say, what to do to make you feel better. He made you feel important and loved, and you needed that, especially right now. "Thank you."

His gaze softened, a gentle smile spreading across his handsome features. "You don't need to thank me, baby. Caring for you is the easiest thing in the world. I just wish you could see yourself through my eyes—so beautiful, inside and out."

After throughly massaging your scalp, he washed out the shampoo, applying a final layer of conditioner to ensure your hair stayed soft and retained moisture. "Do you wanna wash your body, or do you want me to?" He asked gently. He wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible, and if you would be too embarrassed with him touching you like that, he respected it.

"I can- um- I can do it," you said quietly. He had already done so much for you already, and as much as you loved being doted on and cared for, it didn't erase the nerves and insecurity that were swirling through your mind.

"Okay, sweetheart. Take your time. I'm right here if you need anything at all," he reassured you. You washed up and rinsed the conditioner out of your hair, the water uncomfortably cold by the time you were done since detangling had taken forever.

Rafe was ready with a towel by the time you were finished. "Come on, baby, let's get you out. You're probably freezing," he said, helping you up and wrapping the towel around you, rubbing the material against your skin to help warm you up before grabbing a separate towel to help you dry off your hair.

You let him take care of you, drying you off before steering you to your bedroom to get dressed. He knew your drawer set up by heart, having helped you put your clean clothes away more than once. "You really don't have to do all that," you mumbled, watching him carefully choose some comfortable, clean clothes for you.

"I already told you that I want to," he said firmly, plucking out your favorite pajamas. "Now, we're gonna get you dressed and settle in on the couch because we gotta get you out of this bed. It's not good for you to stay in it all day," he told you, helping you into your clean clothes. You felt a little silly being assisted getting dressed and undressed, but you were so appreciative that he cared enough about you to help you like this.

"Sorry for the... mess," you said, wincing as you glanced around at your dirty room. It looked like a disaster area, and you only just now seemed to clock how bad it was.

"I already told you to quit apologizing," he gently scolded you. "We can clean it up later, together, but right now, we're going to go watch some TV and get some food in you, okay?"

You nodded, mustering a small smile. "I love you, Rafe," you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest.

"I love you too, baby, so so much," he murmured. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him as he rested his chin on the top of your head. You inhaled his scent, a smell that was distinctly his and always seemed to calm and relax you, his tight grip on you serving to ground you in that moment, reminding you that there are people who cherish you even in your darkest days.

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Johan x Clingy Reader headcanons

The Intrigue of Touch

• Johan isn’t someone used to frequent physical contact, especially when it’s genuine or affectionate. So, when you reach out to hold his hand, lean on his shoulder, or wrap him in a hug, it leaves him subtly intrigued. For Johan, this fascination with your need for touch is like reading an unfamiliar book—he observes your actions with a quiet, thoughtful curiosity.

• While he doesn’t reciprocate intensely, Johan learns to allow your affection. He’ll place a hand on yours when he notices you get nervous, or lightly brush your hair away when you lean into him. These small gestures reveal his acceptance of your touch, even if he’s still trying to understand it himself.

Quiet Companionship

• Johan rarely initiates closeness but allows you to linger around him whenever you need. Reading on the couch? He lets you snuggle up beside him, resting your head on his shoulder as he silently flips through pages. You might even catch him shifting his position slightly to make you more comfortable—a small but significant action for someone as reserved as he is.

• Although he seems unaffected on the surface, he grows accustomed to your presence by his side, and when you’re not around, there’s a noticeable emptiness. For Johan, your closeness has become part of his daily rhythm, something that quietly grounds him.

Studying Your Emotions

• Johan is an expert at understanding people, and with you, he watches every little expression and reaction, taking in each look of affection or excitement you give him. He’s captivated by how expressive you are, how naturally you convey love through your touch and words.

• Sometimes, Johan will say things that provoke a reaction from you just to observe how you respond. If he makes an enigmatic comment about your clinginess, he finds the way you blush, laugh nervously, or cling to him even more endearing.

The Gentle Boundary

• Even though Johan doesn’t overtly encourage your clinginess, he never pushes you away either. On particularly difficult days when you’re feeling extra needy or anxious, Johan lets you hold onto him for as long as you need, wordlessly understanding that your affection has become a way to feel safe and grounded.

• If he senses you’re holding back or feels you’re anxious about being too much for him, Johan will subtly encourage you. He may gently guide your hand back to his or brush his fingers through your hair as if to silently reassure you that your presence is something he’s grown used to—and perhaps even welcomes.

A Subtle, Protective Instinct

• Johan isn’t protective in a traditional sense; he won’t openly express worry or rush to shield you. But in his own way, he’ll make sure you’re safe. If you’re clingy and rely on him for comfort, he’s vigilant about your environment, observing and silently removing anyone or anything he perceives as a threat.

• In tense or uncomfortable situations, he’ll position himself close to you, maybe even take your hand, subtly pulling you toward him to keep you protected. Even if he doesn’t speak about it, there’s an unspoken promise that he won’t let anything disturb the quiet connection you’ve formed.

The Rare Moments of Softness

• There are rare moments when Johan’s mask slips, and he’ll let himself be genuinely vulnerable around you, if only briefly. On days when the weight of his past feels heavier, he might accept your touch a little more openly—allowing you to hold him, resting his head against yours, or even letting out a soft sigh in your presence.

• You never bring these moments up after they happen, knowing he’d likely brush them off, but these glimpses of Johan’s hidden softness only deepen your attachment. You become his safe place, a quiet and unwavering source of warmth, something he’s come to rely on even if he’ll never openly say it.

His Way of Saying “Stay”

• Johan doesn’t ask you to stay outright, but his actions speak volumes. If you try to leave, he’ll give a simple, almost casual look, and you know he wants you near. In public, he might rest his hand lightly on the small of your back or guide you subtly with a touch to keep you close, always creating an unspoken boundary around the two of you.

• At times, when he senses you pulling back or when you try to give him space, Johan will do something quietly reassuring, like placing a hand on yours during a meal or standing closer than necessary. It’s his way of inviting you to stay close—a rare privilege he extends only to you.

A Wordless Understanding

• With time, Johan becomes more attuned to your presence, almost anticipating your clinginess with a faint smile. When you come home exhausted and immediately wrap your arms around him, he’ll pause whatever he’s doing and let you rest against him, occasionally running a hand through your hair or brushing his thumb against your shoulder.

• There’s a strange peace in the silence that follows. Johan doesn’t need words to understand that you’re seeking comfort, and though he may not fully grasp why it means so much to you, he’s learned that your touch is something he’s come to accept—even perhaps something he craves in his own quiet way.

When He Needs You

• While Johan rarely admits to needing anything or anyone, there are rare instances when he silently seeks your warmth. After a particularly intense night of his own inner turmoil, you might wake to find him sitting beside you, a look of quiet contemplation on his face.

• Without a word, he’ll take your hand or let you wrap your arms around him, his body relaxing subtly as he allows himself this small moment of closeness. It’s his way of acknowledging that you’ve become his refuge, even if he’ll never say it out loud. In these moments, you realize that despite his complex nature, he does, in his own way, need you.

• Johan may not be someone who openly returns affection, but over time, he learns to appreciate your presence, even if it takes an understated form. His gestures might be subtle, but they reveal that beneath his carefully controlled demeanor, he’s found something rare and precious in your clingy devotion—a warmth he allows himself to be surrounded by, as if, for once, it’s safe to be a little less alone.

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