sugussugar

[sugussugar]

SUGAR how are youuu it's been ages omg

HELLOOO !!! im so sorry, ive been so inactive lately because ive been struggling with some stuff BUT BUT BUT im getting better so i will in fact be returning !!! i missed you soososo much, i hope yk that 🙏 you're legit my favorite mutual, love you (& ur works!!!!) & i hope ur well 🫶🫶

[sugussugar]

GOOD GOD???

(minors please dni)

thinking about making out with suguru while he fingers you.

it starts off with deep and languid kisses, reverent and passionate, yet not necessarily desirous. he slots himself between your legs as you lie back against the mattress, torso draped over yours as he cradles your face in his hands, guiding the kisses.

lips dancing with lips, to a silent tune, his tongue twirling yours almost romantically. he hums throatily in between kisses, vibrating against your mouth before he swallows your moan that follows.

he whispers your name, sounding so achingly in love, unable to control the surge of his emotions.

with his fingers still cradling your face, he tilts it to the side, deepening the kiss further. his teeth graze over your tongue before he captures it between his lips, sucking it into his mouth. he suckles on it like the tip of an ice pop, opening his eyes halfway with a heady gaze. this time, a groan bubbles up from his chest as he watches your face.

his loose hair cascades over his features like a veil and your fingers move up to tuck the long strands behind his ear.

he releases your tongue moments after, parting with heavy breaths as he dips his head to trail his lips along the column of your neck instead. his fingers twitch against your hip, restraining himself from ravishing you.

but you feel it. and you also feel the heated arousal pooling in your panties, staining the fabric with sugary juices.

as he sucks flesh into his mouth, gently nipping at it, you take his hand and guide it down to the soaked fabric.

another groan, louder, ruined.

“just from kisses, huh? you get this wet for me?” he murmurs, scraping his teeth against your collarbone as his fingertips skim the lace hem of your panties.

“mhmm...” you buck your hips up, inviting him to touch you. “you always make me needy.”

“fuck,” he breathes, shuddering.

he complies with your desire, tugging your panties to the side and strumming his fingers through the strings of your arousal connecting your dewy lips. your hips gravitate to his touch.

a smug smirk tugs at his lips when he notices. “so eager.”

“no teasing, please,” you mumble, your pleading eyes meeting his gleaming ones in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.

“since you asked so nicely,” he hums, sliding his middle finger through your folds and curling it inside you, earning himself a soft moan.

he latches his lips onto yours once more, kissing you at a similar pace to his finger plunging inside you. his ring finger joins his other, and this time, a gasp is forced from between your lips. he takes the opportunity to glide his wet, pink muscle back into your mouth, rolling it over yours.

his free hand still cups your cheek, keeping you in place to kiss you silly in the way he wants.

as he gets consumed in the caress of his mouth against yours, his fingers pause in their movements, solely focused on devouring your taste. addicted, unable to withdraw.

“suguru,” you mewl, humping against his hand, asking for more as your juices run down his digits and your walls suck them in encouragingly.

“mm?” it's a gentle rumble against your lips, distracted.

when he parts from you after a few more moments, a string of your mixed saliva connects your tongue to his. it snaps and his heavy-lidded, darkened purple eyes fixate on the glisten on your chin. he leans in again. he licks it off slowly, the bumps of his tongue dragging firmly over your skin.

he's so drunk on you.

“touch me properly.”

at that, his fingers begin to move in and out of you again. he hooks them up, the pads of his fingers pushing into that spot like a button. insistent. you recite his name like a prayer and your fingers tighten in his hair, causing a groan to ghost against your lips.

“yeah? you like that?” he whispers, watching your features warp into the embodiment of bliss. a smirk makes itself known on his face. “look at you. got so needy from some kisses and now you're soaking my fingers.”

you whine in response, but it's almost drowned out by the obnoxious squelch that gushes from your pussy, only emphasising his words.

“she's so talkative today,” he teases, referring to the she who's currently swallowing his fingers up.

you tug on his hair, bringing him close again and kissing him to keep his mouth shut. he chuckles lowly into the kiss, though eagerly reciprocates.

he feels the heat of your creamy arousal trickle down his thick, skilful fingers. slowing down the pace, he focuses on curling them just right, at the perfect angle, the most precise position, the sweetest spot. the wet noises of your quivering hole only grow louder, along with your wrecked moans that he swallows up, letting them slither down his throat as he kisses you.

and when you break the kiss to whine, “hngh fuck, right t-there, sugu, please,” he chases after your lips, your taste, your touch.

“shh, i know, pretty, i know. just feel good for me, yeah? and let me kiss these gorgeous lips.”

he runs his thumb over your bottom lip before capturing it between his own lips, sucking gently until you both know that it'll be swollen with his love later.

you feel his fingers stutter against your walls, losing focus, losing control, losing himself in the kisses. becoming desperate, you grip his wrist and encourage him to move his fingers yourself, tugging and pushing.

“mhm, yeah, take what you need, pretty girl,” he murmurs against your lips, moving his fingers in time with your hips, working together to drive you over the edge.

his hues skirt down your body to where his fingers are buried to the knuckles inside you, his gaze becoming heavier and darker, you can practically feel it burning into your flesh. marked as his.

as he gets hypnotised by the erotic rhythm of your hips and the uncontrollable sway of your body as you creep closer to the peak, he glides the tip of his tongue over his kiss-swollen lip.

“so close, aren't you?” he whispers, leaning down to kiss below your ear, tracing down the length of your neck and he hears your thick swallow.

he focuses the crook of his fingers against the anterior wall of your teary cunt and his thumb fiddles with your clit like an instrument he's learnt so well, obscene noises leaking from your lower lips mingling with the ragged pants and moans that leave your mouth.

“‘m close, ‘m close... f-fuck ‘m cumming... ah!” you gasp, back arching slightly off the bed, thighs clenching around his arm and your fingers tightening on his wrist. your whole body stiffens beneath him before twitching violently as your sweet sap flows down his fingers, his palm and the back of his hand.

he slows his pace to allow you to ride out your pleasure. and once your trembling comes to a stop, he presses one final. lingering kiss to your lips before shuffling down the bed, down your body until his face becomes level with your glistening pussy. his eyes flick up to your flushed features and he smiles crookedly.

“i should pay attention to these pretty lips now, huh?”

[sugussugar]

This fanfic I’m never going to write is really damn good.

[sugussugar]

AI "art" defenders dont understand the concept of art and i will die on this hill

[sugussugar]

me when i realize no one else is gonna write for the SLIGHTLY niche things i wanna see so now i have to write it 🫩🫩

(i will write again soon i promise i just have no ideas that people wanna see)

[sugussugar]

the strongest with his gf who can easily beat him up <3

[sugussugar]

cw (minors please dni): fem!reader, kinda soft dom!suguru but still teasing, mirror sex, lotsa praise, hitting it from the back mmm

“take a good look at my pretty girl.”

“s-sugu--”

“ah, ah, you aren't looking,” suguru purrs the reprimand gently in your ear. his usually comforting lavender eyes, now tinted darker in tender lust, burn into yours in the clear reflection opposite your bed.

well, they would burn into yours if you didn't have them screwed shut.

as his hips rock into yours languidly, dragging in and out of your glistening pussy, grazing your g-spot so deliciously, his fingers creep up to your jaw, cupping it loosely as he angles your face properly towards the mirror.

his strong arms are vined around your midsection, holding you up against his toned chest and rippled torso, thudding against your back with each deep, breathtaking thrust.

“c’mon, beautiful, open those pretty eyes of yours for me. hm?”

his thumb strolls across your bottom lip, mouth parted as he invades a particularly delectable spot inside you, your sloppy walls just drooling on his cock. a sweet moan drifts from between your lips, catching in the air and chiming into his ear, causing a deep rumble in his chest in response.

his hips suddenly come to a halt and this time, you whine. you attempt to wiggle your hips and fuck yourself on him but he tightens his arms around you, preventing any movement.

“suguruuu... need you.”

“hmm? if you really need me, you'd do what i tell you.”

with a huff, you slowly, reluctantly, open your eyes, eyelashes fluttering. you're met with your reflection, flushed, sweaty, towered by suguru whose lips curl up when you finally lock eyes.

“that's my girl. my beautiful, beautiful girl.”

the push and pull of his hips start up again, slower than before, savouring the way your insides pulse around him and burning the sight of your lust-scribbled features into his brain.

“do you even know how... hah... fuckin’ stunning you are?”

you think it's a rhetorical question, his voice a low rasp, sounding pained - either from the torturous pace or the fact that his pretty girl could ever feel insecure.

“answer me.”

in your half-dazed state, your head shakes ‘no’ almost on its own. you barely even register his question and your own answer.

“silly girl. you know how much i hate it when you talk bad about yourself; talk bad about my girl. it's just so inaccurate,” he drawls, snapping his hips against your ass to emphasise his point. and when a choked gasp crawls up from your throat, eyes rolling back, he lets out a deep hum. “look at yourself. isn't that the most gorgeous thing you've seen?”

his hand slides down from your jaw to your perked-up breasts, cradling them in his large hands and tweaking your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. it elicits a whine from you as you squirm against him. you feel him smile against the back of your neck as he trails kisses down it.

his touch travels further down to the plush of your stomach and waist and down, down, down. his touch reverent and cherishing, as if you're a precious jewel, all his. until his thumb brushes over your attention-seeking nub.

you twitch. “a-ah! please...” you beg, voice airy and dripping with need.

“‘please’, what?”

“please touch me. please make me cum.”

he increases the pressure of his thumb ever so slightly, teasing, enough to make you crave more. he pretends to think about it while angling his hips up, targeting that sweet pot of gold. your body almost buckles forward with a moan but he wraps an arm around you again.

“hmm... call yourself pretty first.”

“... ‘m pretty...” it's a mumble, unsure and barely voiced into the sultry atmosphere.

“louder. say ‘i'm sugu's pretty girl’”

he flexes his hips, snapping into you once more, twice, thrice. your lips and the headboard of the bed tremble, eyes slanted with brimming tears as you can practically taste your peak on the tip of your tongue but he keeps you riiighttt on edge.

“i'm s-sugu's pretty girl. fuck... p-please, please, please,” you ramble, whiney words strung together, they overlap and become incoherent.

he chuckles, pleased. “language,” he teases, knowing just how bad you need it and how good he's making you feel.

he, finally, applies firm pressure on your clit, rubbing it in rapid circles that contrast the steady, deep strikes of his v-line colliding with your ass. his movements are constant, determined to make you come undone on his twitching cock.

at the same time that tight coil snaps within you, his own control snaps; his thrusts become unsteady, messy, raw. the ecstasy dominates his restraint.

you cry out his name, head lolling to the side and your fingers digging into his forearm that's stuck to your waist as your body uncontrollably convulses, milking and milking him, forcing him to crash into his own wave of release.

“s-sugusugusugu... nngh--”

“i've got you, p-pretty girl, oh shit...”

you made suguru stammer.

his groans tickle the side of your neck, his glinted eyes fluttering shut as his thrusts turn shallow, shooting rope after rope of ivory into you. his abs constrict with each tight throb of his balls, chest heaving against your back. his hands roam over every inch of your skin he can reach, grounding himself and appreciating you.

“my good girl.”

[sugussugar]

suguru x depressed reader (again...!.!.!!!) mentions s*icidal ideations. read at your own risk.

lately you haven't been feeling well.

you've lost all motivation to do anything. you haven't left the house in ages, you barely text or call your friends anymore and you spend most of the day sleeping.

you're starting to wonder if everything would be easier if you were dead. everything is getting to be too much of a chore. you can't even understand how it got this bad, and you don't even know if anyone notices.

except someone does.

your boyfriend, suguru geto.

suguru can't say he knows exactly how you feel, but he knows he's went through similar and he's pretty good with seeing it when others are struggling. he sees you.

he watches you slug around your shared apartment. he sees how tired you are despite spending 87% of your time sleeping.

he knows this is one of those situations where he can't fix everything for you. sometimes our worst battles must be fought alone. but suguru knows he wants to be a support at the very least.

he's been doing little things to help up to this point. he carries you to the bathroom when you haven't showered in a while, he cooks for you when you're too tired to get up, he holds you when you're sleeping and whispers sweet nothings in your ears.

but he's starting to realize that's not enough. you need more help. professional help. but you won't take it.

he's begged you desperately, praying that one of these days you'll say something different, not the same empty promises of “later, i promise”.

you and suguru are laying in bed on a random evening. neither of you are sleeping. you're laying on his chest while he runs his fingers through your hair.

everything is peaceful, until he speaks up.

“baby, you need to get help.” he mutters softly, careful not to startle you with his sudden speaking.

you don't respond. mostly because you know he's right. you can't argue that. but you can't say you don't hate it every time he brings this conversation topic up.

“i can't keep watching your light dwindle down into nothingness until the woman i fell in love with is gone. i can't lose you. please, just talk to someone. we could get you set up with a therapist, or a psychiatrist to see if meds would help.” he continues speaking.

you feel your heart clench. you don't like that you're losing yourself either, but hearing him point it out hurts more than you'd like to admit.

“what if i don't want help..?” you whisper back.

your question throws both you and suguru off guard. you don't know why you said that. you don't even know if you believe it.

“...what?” suguru responds in disbelief.

he repositions the both of you to be sitting up, facing each other and simply stares at you.

you start to feel bad. you hate that the things you say always affect suguru so badly. but sometimes, you can't bring yourself to care. sometimes, it annoys you, you just want him to shut up and let you feel things without feeling guilty.

but suguru geto is like a weed. like lingering smoke from a long blown-out candle. like a bug sticking to your skin. you can't seem to rid of him, no matter how bad you get. no matter how mean you get. he stays. he always stays.

(i cant finish this because i lack motivation and im sorry ab the shit writing, i just wanna get something out but if i do a pt.2 they are NOT getting a happy ending lolol)

[sugussugar]

suguru x tired (implied depressed, but can be read as just tired from work) reader

suguru is calmly sitting on the couch, reading a book, when you get home from work. he perks up, about to greet you only to be met by your immediate disappearance as you head straight to you and suguru's shared bedroom before he can say a word.

if you were anyone else, suguru would've brushed it off. but you weren't just anyone. you're his beloved, his one and only. he knows you. he knows you're not okay.

so he sets his book down on the couch beside him before heading straight to the bedroom.

he opens the door and finds you curled up on the bed like a neglected puppy.

he doesn't say anything. he simply sits beside you on the bed and scoops you into his arms. he rocks you back and forth while gently rubbing your back. he kisses your forehead every so often until you inevitably pass out in his arms.

he knows you had a rough day, and he'd love to let you sleep, but you need food. so he sets you down and bed and heads off to the kitchen to make your favorite meal.

he takes his time, making everything from scratch with love.

he heads back to your bedroom with a plate of food for you once he's finished and gently shakes your shoulder to wake you up.

when you wake up, you still feel the same dread as when you fell asleep, but somehow, seeing suguru's face and the food he made for you softens the dread into a background thought, at least for now.

everything stays silent. neither of you two say anything, but it's a comfortable silence. one where you feel safe, like you can feel everything he feels without needing him to say it. you can feel how much he cares about you and loves you as you eat your food.

once you're done, he carries you bridal style to the bathroom and bathes you. he starts the water then gently places you into the bathtub. he washes your whole body, not allowing you to lift a finger and gently massages the shampoo into your scalp.

afterwards, he dries you, extremely gentle as if he's dealing with fine china. he carries you back to the bedroom and dresses you in soft, comfortable pajamas before pulling you into bed and falling asleep with you in his arms.

a/n: idc what the pole said i cant help it i need to write for him

[sugussugar]

**WRITE I MEANT WRITE.

[sugussugar]

tw suguru x insecure, avoidant, depressed reader + fem reader and mentions of s/h, please read at your own risk

suguru geto wants to understand you.

there's just something about you. something he never noticed in your six years of friendship. the way you act so normally, yet everyone around you knows it's fake. you're not okay.

he doesn't understand why it took him so long to notice something was up with you. he considers himself pretty good with this type of thing, at least he did. but now, he isn't sure what to believe.

but it's clear as day that you've never really been okay. he sees it all now. the way you cover your smile when you laugh, the way you always stay rather quiet around others, the way you've never let others see you cry, the way you let yourself get shoved around and walked on like a welcome mat with little to no resistance, the way you hide your body for more reasons than one, the way you always seem to have a blade on hand with the excuse of “just in case”, the way you make subtle cries for help then shake them off as ‘jokes’. it's so clear now.

he feels almost angry that he never noticed. he remembers when he was that depressed. he remembers splitting his skin open and praying for someone to notice. he swore he'd never let anyone close to him, especially you, ever feel that way.

he wants to know exactly what's happening in your mind then empty it out and replace it with happier thoughts. he wants to see a genuine smile on your face, he wants you to stop hiding. he wants to ask you “are you okay” and hear you pour out your problems. he's tired of repetitive “i'm okay”'s and “don't worry about me”'s. he craves to have your trust.

but you hide. you hide away like a child from their drunken father, like the moon from the sun. he could chase you forever but ultimately it's futile. you will always be ten steps ahead. he will always be ten steps behind, and that will dwindle down to eight, then six, then three, and then you'll be gone.

suguru geto knows he's going to lose you. he's trying to fight it, but he knows the end, and he knows it's near.

[sugussugar]

boyfriend suguru ! who loves mornings. he wakes up before you and gently untangles himself from your limbs. he quietly sneaks off to the kitchen and starts making his coffee while waiting for his favorite part of the morning: when you wake up.

when you wake up you sluggishly roll out of bed. your hair is a matted mess, your eyes burn from the light coming through the window, and you're a little cold due to only wearing one of suguru's shirts and a pair of underwear, yet none of that bothers you since the only thing on your mind is getting to suguru.

you approach him from behind, wrapping him in your warm, familiar embrace. his face immediately lights up like a kid finding a coin on the street. he turns around and tenderly whispers: “good morning, sleeping beauty.”.

(a/n: this was supposed to be longer but writers block is a bitch 🙏)

[sugussugar]

okay basically tumblr hates me and wants me to die

[sugussugar]

SUGARRR YOURE BACK HOW ARE YOU I MISSED YOU <//3

HI MLL!!! IVE BEEN MUCH BETTER SINCE I LEFT AND UGH IT FEELS SO GOOD TO BE BACK, I MISSED YOU AND THIS WHOLE COMMUNITY SMMM

[sugussugar]

hey babies !! i need to write but i have zero motivation (as per usual) so send me requests!! im begging u.

ill specifically write for satoru & suguru but im willing to try writing for other characters!!!

[sugussugar]

suguru likes it when you bite his biceps

i will not elaborate

[sugussugar]

oh. my god

suguru geto

slight smut

all your past relationships were fine.

just fine.

the men weren’t half bad, the sex (the three times you had it) was ok, you’d cum once but it was all thanks to yourself anyways.

you thought maybe that was just your love life, mediocre men.

but then he happened.

suguru came and changed everything for you.

he was calm where other men would flip, patient where others would grow tired of waiting and careful when you were vulnerable.

suguru consoled you through your mental breaks, took care of you on the days you couldn’t even get out of bed and all the while telling you how much he loved you.

you thought you didn’t deserve a man like him, you knew you didn’t. it was all far too good to be true.

but it didn’t even stop there.

no.

it wasn’t just his personality.

as vulgar at it sounded—his sex skills were something else.

you didn’t even know that your body could react in the ways he made it. it was like he brought your senses to life with his touch.

when you’d told him that you’d only ever had one orgasm, he knew it must be dealt with accordingly.

suguru wanted to catch you up to speed with every orgasm you lost out on, every time you should of been screaming someone’s name, his name.

which led you to your current position.

suguru loved overstimulation on you, it was his all time favourite.

he couldn’t get enough of the way you cried hopelessly when he told you to take it, when he told you he knew you could handle it.

the way your body would freeze for a moment, forcing another orgasm you didn’t know you had stored up inside you.

the way your poor thighs trembled when he wouldn’t stop fucking into you even when he’d promised he was done.

and he was always right, you knew it and he knew it too.

you could handle it, you always took whatever he gave you no matter how many sobs you let out, no matter how much you whimpered and sniffled.

you took it like a champ.

“that’s it baby, ain’t that feel nice? you got another one for me? y’gonna let me see that pretty face of yours cry out f’me won’t ya.”

and you would nod like the good girl you were, completely delirious and high off his praise, his belief in you.

his cock would nestle so perfectly against your cervix, pummelling into the place he knew you adored, the place you didn’t even know existed until you met him.

you’d come over and over on his cock until he finally deemed it satisfactory, pleased with the fucked out look on your face.

and the aftercare that followed? heaven.

suguru would promptly pick you up, seeing as you didn’t even know what planet you were on, run a warm bath with expensive suds and soaps he’d bought just for this.

he’d light candles and place you in, cleaning your whole body for you and washing your hair, giving your scalp the best message you’d ever experienced.

it was extra some would say, but after just demanding so much out of your body, the least he could do was make sure you were relaxed.

he’d always have pyjamas ready for you, dressing you and kissing your neck while he dried your hair.

“i love you so fuckin’ much, you’re my reason for existence.” he’d mutter, holding you tight for a moment, relishing in your touch.

on the nights you just wanted to sleep, he’d make sure the bed was perfect for you, pillows puffed up and blanket nice and toasty, caressing your head as you softly dozed off in his arms, feeling like the worlds most loved individual.

other nights where you felt like watching a movie or just relaxing, he’d cook or order take out depending on your mood, setting up the living room with just the right vibes.

there was a time where amongst all of his gestures, you found yourself balling your eyes out and he immediately became horrified, the usual calm manner he expressed long gone.

“what’s wrong angel? did i do too much this time?” his hands coming to cup your face as you looked up at him with tears streaming like a free fall down your face.

when you shook your head no, a little of his panic went away. “it’s just..”

“i love you so much and i don’t know what i did to deserve you.”

setting the plates of salmon and rice down to the side, he brought you onto his lap where you cuddled into him, his large arms wrapped around you.

suguru’s gentle voice caressed your ears, the same tone he always used when he was telling you just how much you meant to him.

“don’t say that, you deserve me just as much as i deserve you.” he pressed a kiss against your temple, rubbing your back soothingly.

“i’d be nothing without you, so you deserve every single part of me for making me whole.”

suguru had been sent from the heavens to heal you from everything that had happened to you in the past, he was your future now.

and you honestly wouldn’t of wanted it any other way.