#— 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐈'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

[shaisuki]

men who loves the idea of tying you up.

you're standing bare and naked in front of them. watch as they grab the rope. coiling the strands in their fingers as they struck the rope in their palms. the contact of the rope in their hand makes a resounding thud. they are walking towards you. their eyes rake in the sight of your plump body as they encircle you.

"stay still for me, pretty girl."

they would murmur. drags the rope in your skin. you can feel the roughness of the rope, sending tingling sensations throughout your body. strikes the rope in your skin, your flesh ripples at the contact. goosebumps rising to the very edge of your existence. they watch in astonishment at the reaction your body speaks for you. licking their lips in excitement. you were perfect for this and so they began entangling you with the ropes.

"such perfect body you have, baby."

he says, you only reply with a "thank you, sir." it's still difficult to receive the compliments when you're away from what a body should be deemed by society but still, in their eyes you're body is perfect to them. perfect for them to manipulate and mold into what they desire. you, being bounded by ropes is with a hidden agenda for them. appreciating the art they are creating with your body as the canvass and the paint. they are the artist.

"be an obedient girl for me."

they would compliment as they ran the ropes around the expanse of your flesh. fingers ghosting through the bare flesh, sending shivers down your spine. you can feel the rigid texture of the rope biting at your flesh when their deft and skillful fingers tightens around your skin. flexing your muscles bound and the rope would only get tighter.

"you're a fucking art, baby."

he can't help but to curse under his breathe. admiring the masterpiece he created with you. your soft tummy hanging, tits spilling in the confines of the rope. hands tied back. your stretch marks and the scars in display for him to see. you're a masterpiece yourself and his ego couldn't get any bigger than seeing you bounded by the ropes.

"say the word."

he tells you. it's not only his pleasure but yours too. say the word and he's stopping. replying with a assurance that you're going to fine, he raises the cloth. covering your eyes as he tied a knot behind your head. surroundings turning black and you can hear your breath, the beat of your heart and everything.

"good girl."

praising in his hot sultry voice that leaves you bothered and hot. he smirks at the effect he have on you. sweet little thing you are. his fingers already making it's appearance in your skin. he can finally worship his art. he has you under his control and you can't deny him nor hide from him. you're all his to manipulate and the exploration begins.

his thick fingers plunges in your tight hole. it's only for a brief moment before his hands splays over the flesh of your thighs. slaps the skin there making it jiggle and god did he love hearing you moan. your little gasps escaping in your pretty lips. he's not done with you yet. his fingers catch your sensitive buds, rolls it between his index fingers and thumb. suckle into it, like you have milk for him to taste.

it would be no fun if he doesn't tease you and so it begins the sweet torture. leaving you begging and crying for him.

"make me cum, sir." you beg, your body shaking from the high he doesn't grant to you. leaving you sopping wet but you can't do anything.

"patience, baby. will you do that for me?" he assures you and you nod. "yes, sir." swallowing the sobs, confident he'll give you the high you're chasing for.

true he is to his words but not this time. he needs more. your body is a wonder and it needs to be explored. he got all the time in the world for this. let him control you for all you're worth and guaranteed he will give you the pleasure you're begging for.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎, 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎, 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈, 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐧𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐨, 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐉𝐔, 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐔,𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐭, 𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔, 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨, 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈, 𝐑𝐄𝐎, 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚, 𝐄𝐆𝐎, 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚, 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐌𝐀, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐞, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍, 𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍, 𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐀, 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈, 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔, 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀, 𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚, 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈, 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨, 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 [𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬]

[shaisuki]

“suguru...”

the name came out of the blue. your eyes closed and your head slumped to his chest. you're wasted. barely making coherent words but the the name came in perfect. he supports you with his arms. saving you from the demise of falling face first. he hears a sniffle then it was followed by burst of tears in your eyes. looking at him in a haze where you began to grab his cheeks. your body sways and he steadies you in his strong arms.

"careful." he mumbles and then you're out of cold. he smiles at your drunk form. scooping you in his arms and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"let's get you home." he says before walking towards the exit.

he gently place you in the bed. removing your coat and placing it in the chair before your shoes followed suit. he runs cold water in a small towel.

he looks at your sleeping form. how much did you change in the last years? you're not your old self anymore but your soft features remains. the dimple in your cheek where it sinks when you smile. he missed you smiling.

he sits down in your bed. the mattress dips from his added weight. wipes the sweat in your forehead, the dried tears in your cherubic cheeks and the stain of booze in the corners of your mouth.

he wasn't doing good in cleaning you up. taking care of someone. his lips forms into a thin line. you look so peaceful in your sleep and it's been a long time since he had seen you so serene, calm like you didn't carry the burden of your world.

gojo couldn't help but to bitterly smile at the name you were calling earlier. there's no way you could have mistaken him for another but with the influence of the alcohol. he understands.

he can't speak of it no more. it seems taboo. one could be cursed when he speaks the name of his deceased friend. your lover. he didn't look like suguru a bit. they were like day and night. the sun and moon.

he don't have suguru's hair. no ounce of coal-colored strands in his hair. it's white. snow white. no purples in his eyes instead he have the deep cerulean eyes of his whole holds the strongest power in the universe.

you shift in your sleep and gojo looks at you. sees a tear falls out in your eyes and he catches it with his index finger. it must have been so hard for you. to lost your other half who loves you truly.

you're good at hiding your sadness. your frustration, the disappointment of not being able to protect who you deeply loved.

then gojo realizes. you've been holding it for too long. gojo could applaud for how good you are at hiding it. the smiles you give to others but it doesn't reach your eyes. the abuse of body. empty wrappers of fast food flowing out of your trash bin. drown yourself in the pleasure of alcohol. a temporary escape for everything.

the suicide missions. where he finds you lying on shoko's table or a frantic call from ijichi.

you hadn't moved on. drowning yourself in work and the feelings still unreciprocated. gojo said he'll wait for you. mend the broken pieces of your heart but can it be mended when it's long gone?

he finds himself taking care of you. a feat he never bothered with anyone. he gazes at you. the years piling up on you.

"what have you done, suguru." he badly wants to ask his friend who left you.

he grabs your hand in his. feel the softness of your hand in his roughed hands. it's warm. you were the breath of life in suguru's. he remembers the nights with drinks in their hands. suguru would talk about you fondly. a new kind of smile in suguru's face with your name in his lips.

now, it was left of unshed tears. the words you could never say in your right mind. it hurts. it hurts everywhere.

gojo shouldn't be affected by this. he got things to worry about but when he sees you. it's a reminder he still have you and it's not the end of suguru's absence.

"fuck you, suguru."

time couldn't heal the damage that had been done. it will haunt him and you with the ghosts of the past.

your eyes flutters open, you find gojo holding your hand.

"i'm sorry, satoru. i shouldn't have dragged you into this." the tears streaming down in your cheeks.

he kisses your knuckles, wipes the tears in your cheeks and he leans forward. kissing your forehead.

"it's not your fault, (y/n)." he assures you. his face softening while gazing at you. it's not your fault. you learned to love and suguru returned it.

he says, love is most twisted curse of all. you cursed yourself with it for suguru. he finally understands why he didn't cursed suguru at the end but he don't have an explanation for it.

for the strongest like him, he exorcised the toughest curses and humans alike and yet, he couldn't shield himself from cursing himself to you.

if loving you is being cursed, then so be it. he don't care even it lasts for a lifetime.

[bimbosandbubbles]

STOP IT RN MY BABY SHAI ATE THIS UP SO BAD 😩 UGH YOUR FICS ALWAY HIT SO WELL SHAI<3 Love you sm for providing content like this 🤭

Oh Oh Oh, I have an idea!

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

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

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

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

— 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝑬, 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬

✗ — pairing: mikage reo x chubby reader

✗ — fandom: blue lock

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

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

☰ SYNOPSIS: your husband who can't be upset to you even he's the reason of your anger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“we're still not finished, treasure~”