#inbox 𐙚⋆°.

[vesperassh]

𐙚 — ﹫ash! twenty ⋆˚࿔ she/her ♡ tr-eng ꒱

mdni please!

[simonbrain]

i accidentally deleted the ask bc i'm silly but this is for the anon asking for more telepath!reader and how she riles ghost up just to see how nasty his thoughts can get :3

cw: piss mention, minor foot fetish, ghost is filthy as usual

i loveee the idea of telepath!reader first being put off by ghost and his desolate wasteland of a brain, doing her best to avoid the warmth that creeps up her neck and settles low in her belly whenever she thinks about him and the wild shit he imagines, only to constantly be subjected to the things he wants to do to her and very shamefully ending up using his thoughts as wank material.

you're trying your best to respect his privacy, which is funny because ghost doesn't seem to have an issue with pondering if your cunt tastes as good as he swears it smells. he doesn't see anything wrong with imagining what you might look like underneath your knickers, whether you have a nice bush he can plant his nose in or a bare mound he can press his lips against. he doesn't have a problem with staring at your ass and thinking about breaking that little hole open. meetings are the worst, having to sit near him and maintain a neutral face because he's daydreaming about you cockwarming him to pass the time, rather than paying any attention to whatever price is talking about.

you wish you could just smack him over the head for always being the cause of your ruined panties, but you know it's not entirely his fault for your predicaments because you're the one who keeps peeking into his head, drinking up all the filthy ways he wants to split you open on his cock. you're the one who files away the lewd images he pictures for later, when you're alone in bed and your little bullet vibrator is calling your name, eerily sounding like ghost's voice.

it's him you think about when you wear a skintight shirt one day, taut enough that he's able to make out the mouthwatering sight of your nipples poking through, teasing him. it's hard to stay composed under his leer, and one might even think he had it out for you, but you know what he's thinking better than anyone else—his cock slotting between your soft tits while you do your best to lap up the precum leaking from his tip, the picture so vivid you nearly trip over your own two feet warming up for practice.

sparring with him is a whole other thing, and your performance drops significantly, but only so you can push your ass up against his groin and hear his breath hitch when he pins you down. "gettin' lazy, are we," is what drawls from his mouth, but in his head, all he wants to do is grind his stiffening cock against you until he's cumming in his pants like a virgin. you try not to squirm too eagerly beneath him when his thoughts stray to your bared neck, wondering if you'd bruise from his teeth as prettily as you do from his hands.

most times, you don't even need to do anything. overhearing you say that you're going to the bathroom prompts him to think about you standing over him and pissing in his mouth instead. talking about getting a mani-pedi with one of your girlfriends when you're finally on leave makes him entertain the idea of you playing with his cock, pretty nails sparkling, before finishing all over your toes and lapping at the cum that drips down your arch. even seeing you drink water has him wishing he could just sustain his life with your spit and cum; they're the only essentials he would ever need.

if you hover around him more often just so you can keep your spank bank loaded to the brim, that's no one's business but your own.

[sturnlsstuff]

Phone sex with ghostface!matt/chris and he uses the voice modulator (ghostface's voice) because he knows that reader loves it

divider credits. @anitalenia

"c'mon, jus' tell me your favorite scary movie and i'll let you cum..." his low, hoarse voice echoes on the other end of the phone. the voice modulator matt uses sends shivers down your spine, your fingers start pumping in and out faster of your dripping pussy, the wet squelching fill the room.

"i don't remember the name!" you whine desperately, back arching up as you try to grind against your hand more.

"you do, sweetheart, just think—"

matt felt like he was on another planet, panting into the phone while his thumb kept rubbing against his leaking with precum tip, making his cock throb in his grip. the way he also saw you through the camera he had in your room made it even harder for him to hold back, but he wanted to see you lose control just because of his voice before he comes.

"i.... uhm—" the wheels in your head turning around, the name of the horror movie at the end of your tongue, but you weren't able to remember it while matt was literally keeping you on the edge, causing your legs to tremble.

"rub harder f'me, yeah?" a groan leaves him when he sees on the screen of his other phone how you immediately listen to him and put more pressure into circling your clit. "you got this, i know you do��� holyyy fuckk, just say it—"

matt squeezed his eyes shut, trying his hardest to wait for you. he thrusts into his fist, chewing on his bottom plump lip to muffle his sounds.

"matt, i don't remember..." you cry out, curling up your fingers to hit your g-spot which makes your vision go blurry.

"yes, you do—" he says with emphasis on his words, his hand starts moving faster. he was struggling not to release all over himself.

pleasure starts overwhelming you as your thumb presses against your swollen bud even more.

"t-the.... the conjuring! the conjuring—"

matt growls, squeezing his dick slightly, his hips jerking upwards. "there you fuckin' go... was it so hard?" his jaw is slacked as he watches you through the camera, the way you desperately grip the sheets, trying to grind against your own hand... fuck, matt was too far gone. "come all over your hand, sweetheart— lemme.... lemme see—"

a wave of relief washes over you at his words especially with the voice modulator that was making his voice even hotter. the thought of him on the other side of the phone jerking off because of how turn on he made you, makes your toes curl.

the moans of his name escaping your lips steal a feral moan from matt, his cock twitches, warm drops of cum bursting from his tip, panting his thighs and lower stomach. "s-shitttt, you always make me go crazy—"

your eyes roll back as you cream around your fingers, pumping them to ride out your orgasm and drawing out the pleasure for as long as you can.

as you both stop your movements, you can hear his heavy breathing which makes goosebumps appear on your skin. the effect it has on you is even bigger with the modulator matt uses. your hand holding the phone is shaking slightly, when he speaks up again.

"see? told ya it's gonna be fun."

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[kioflerkira]

Hello may I have a Percy Jackson x reader when the reader unclaimed (ppl think she is cabin 6) but established with Percy she train with him. And they began to flirt with each other. Percy had taught her how to fight long time ago so he is happy with her amelioration. PLEASE IF YOU WANT TO 😻🥹

“ UNCLAIMED ”

pairing: p.jackson x unclaimed!reader warnings: mild cussing, flirting, light angst ?? genre: romance, humor, fluff summary: you’re the only unclaimed camper left, unofficially part of cabin six, training alongside demigods who know exactly who they are. but you ? you’re just trying to survive—and maybe impress the boy who taught you how to fight.

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YOU WERE THE ONLY unclaimed camper still left after two years.

two whole years.

you’d trained, bled, sweated, survived—and still the gods hadn’t bothered to claim you. not even a half-assed shimmer of light or a holographic symbol over your head. nothing. nada. zilch.

cabin six— the athena kids —unofficially adopted you out of pure logic. they claimed you had the “intellectual discipline of a daughter of wisdom” or whatever. probably because you didn’t try to eat your sword and knew how to read.

you didn’t really care. not at first.

but lately ? it started to gnaw at you.

especially when everyone else knew who they were. what they were. where they belonged.

except you.

well, you and percy jackson.

“I didn’t know who my godly parent was either,” he told you once, back when you first arrived and looked like a feral stray behind the big house, clutching a plastic spoon like a weapon. “but we don’t need gods to tell us we’re worth something.”

you stared at him. then promptly passed out from dehydration.

he’s been training with you ever since.

and by “training,” you mean: throwing you in the lake, blocking your sword strikes with dumb grins, and making really, really bad jokes.

like, offensively bad.

“my sword’s name is riptide,” he told you once.

you deadpanned, “i’m gonna name mine tsunami so she can beat yours.”

he had the audacity to look impressed.

you hated how cute he looked when he smiled.

⸻

now, two summers later, you’re in the training arena.

sweaty. sore. swearing at your sword. and percy is grinning at you like a mentor who just watched you unlock a new ability in a video game.

“yo.” he raises his brows. “you’ve gotten good !”

you roll your eyes and wipe your forehead with your sleeve. “about damn time.”

“I mean, you used to swing like you were trying to kill a mosquito with a shovel.”

“I will stab you, jackson.”

“hot.”

you pause.

he pauses.

“.. was that out loud ?” he asks, blinking.

you squint at him. “are you flirting with me or stroking out ?”

“I mean— yes ?” He scratches the back of his neck. “you have been looking real sword-wife material lately.”

you snort. “that’s the nerdiest thing anyone’s ever said to me, and I’ve been adopted by the athena cabin.”

percy grins wider, clearly unfazed. “so what you’re saying is .. i’ve got a shot.”

you blink at him. he’s serious. you can tell because he’s not wiggling his eyebrows or making fish jokes.

you look away and try to focus on the dummy you just sliced in half.

“.. maybe,” you mutter.

we makes a triumphant noise like he just won the olympics and you immediately regret giving him an inch.

“wait,” he says, stepping closer. “say that again. slower.”

“don’t push your luck, seaweed brain.”

his smile only gets bigger. “you like me.”

“I will throw you into the strawberry fields.”

“you like me and you’re blushing !”

“i’m sunburnt.”

“it’s cloudy.”

“fuck you,” you mutter, but there’s no heat in it. your lips twitch.

“you promise?” he grins.

you elbow him in the ribs.

He wheezes.

gods, you liked this idiot wayy too much.

⸻

later, you’re both sitting by the canoe lake, feet dangling off the dock.

he tosses pebbles into the water like it’s some deep philosophical thing. you’re trying not to stare at the way his hair stick to his forehead or how the light hits his sea-glass eyes or how he keeps glancing at you like he’s waiting for something.

“still mad no god claimed you ?” he asks quietly.

you shrug. “sometimes. mot because I need the power or whatever. just .. I wanna know who I am.”

percy nods. he gets it.

“you’re a pain in my neck,” he says lightly.

you roll your eyes.

“but you’re also brave. strong. smart. and the only person who’s ever blocked my trident strike without being scared out of their skin.”

you snort. “you make it sound so romantic.”

he bumps his shoulder against yours. “i’m serious. whether you get claimed or not, you already belong here. you belong with us. with— me.”

you look at him. but this time he’s not smiling.

it’s not a joke.

it’s not a flirt.

you lean your head on his shoulder, heart thudding stupidly loud.

he sighs in relief like he’s been holding his breath for months.

“.. i’m gonna take that as a yes,” he mumbles.

you smile.

“shut up, jackson.”

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a/u: this is lowk cringy cuz i wrote it yesterday while i was half asleep SORRY 😵‍💫

[bernardsbendystraws]

matt would so send his gf videos of him jerking off while whimpering whenever he misses her bad

also chris seems like he would send bulge pics like hes such a tease please tell me you see the vision 🗣️🗣️

I’m literally grinding on my pillow. FUCK?!

[ahqkas]

I really loved reading your jealousy headcanons for batboys and Bruce ❤️❤️ Can you please write part 2 of it where the person they were jealous of (Bruce of Clark, Dick of Wally, etc.) genuinely falls in love with the reader? Like they were teasing their friend at first by flirting with her, but suddenly they realize that they have fallen in love with her. And the Batfam could also see that. How do you think both parties would react?

hi !! i don’t think i’ll turn this into actual writing because i tried but idk how to formulate it for the scenario to work :((

but bruce becomes colder, not just towards clark but to everyone. his clipped responses leave no doubt; he’s furious ( with himself ) . they all try to help but he doesn’t let them

betrayal is the only thing dick feels. wally is his best friend, someone he deeply trusted, and seeing him actually fall for you hurts him

jason, just like bruce, is furious — not just at roy, but at himself. he can’t believe he let things go this far. his temper flares, leading to heated arguments. “you knew how i felt, and you went after her anyway. what kind of friend does that?”

tim doesn’t confront conner like jason did with roy but instead becomes withdrawn. he starts overthinking the whole situation, convinced he’s going to lose you

[ysaefinn]

suguru and naps ohhhh my god. yes absolutely he rly rly likes those in between moments when you aren't really awake or asleep yk your eyes are droopy and sensitive to the light and your words soft and slurring together he dies he dies i tell you

-🖇️

🖇 ANON YOU HAVE NEVER ONCE IN YOUR LIFE BEEN WRONG ABOUT SUGURU GETO!!!!

This is EXACTLY exactly excited exactly what here's trying to achieve!!! Sleepy little baby in his arms, yawning and clinging to him 🥹🥹 he actually falls in love all over again. suguru will literally never not be obsessed with you. It really just adds more to his protectiveness, there's also an element of pride when he realizes how much you trust him and how vulnerable you are willing to be around him, this man actually thinks you're a cat it's sooooo fucking ridiculous <- dream man, for the sake of keeping this blog gender neutral i don't use gendered terms but i really really really feel like good girl should be used on none girls as well bcuz PLEASE imagine him whispering this to you whenever you're about to doze off again!!!!!

[mattscoquette]

whats are ALL ur aus doing rn i wanna know what dad, dilf, and perv matt are up to AND fb!chris🙂‍↕️

so so so happy u asked 🙂‍↕️

(monday, 10:50pm)

dad!matt is currently in bed with reader, the girls went to bed well over two hours ago. rest assured that they’re in a deep sleep, he and reader are having some very overdue private time :)

dilf!matt is also in bed, but shy!inexperienced!reader is at her place since matt’s daughter is home. tomorrow though, he’s taking the day off to go see reader while his daughters at school

perv!matt is out with his brothers on a late night 7/11 run, he was in his room when his brothers dragged him downstairs to go. he was in the middle of getting himself off, so he’s all grumpy now. he thinks the checkout girl is kinda cute, but he doesn’t like the way she has her hair done. you would never style it that way.

fratboy!chris is down by the river that’s on his campus. he’s been really stressed since the start of the lacrosse season, the balance between that, school, and his relationship with smart!reader really weighing down on him.

[chiikaiser]

CHIIKAISER!!!! MOMONGA KAISER!!!! hes so cutie ^_^ i actually drew him as a chiikawa character myself too heheh

[vesperassh]

hii, do u write in turkish? im turkish too so if u have any works in turkish i'd like to read them :) im new on ur blog so i havent checked all your works yet, but im about to <3

Oh hiii, yes I used to write in Turkish wayy back before but stopped after quarantine ended. Writing those Wattpad fanfics was a full-time job 🤕

I currently don't have many posts. The ellie hc's and abby au was literally the first thing I wrote lol but i am planning to write more and post it on here.

Also, I should add that I really want to write in Turkish too LIKE I SWEAR I'M LIKE SHAKESPEARE WHEN I SPEAK AND WRITE IN TURKISH... But tbh I didn't think about where to post my works if I do write.

[simonbrain]

No idea if this has been asked yet, but ever thought of something fluffy between Simon and Reader? I've been on a roll with Biker!Simon lately and thought of this moment where Biker!Simon fell in love first sight, seeing a pretty little thing trying to win a carnival game wanting a big plushie 😭💖 to take home, Biker!simon showing off maybe, give a little flex here and there while smoothly winning the game and giving her the plush with his number 😩 or Biker!Simon x Baker!reader. Hallmark movie moment.

ohhhh biker!simon is so tasty, and i love baker!reader even more.

something about this big man squeezing through the door of your lovely little bakery every morning, dressed head to toe in all black with the addition of skeleton details printed on his clothing—his mask, his gloves, even his helmet. he's your first customer without fail, always nodding politely and grumbling mornin' at you before he goes ahead and orders.

i like to think he gets the same thing every single time. it doesn't matter which bakery, or which city, or which damn country he's in; he's ordering a hefty piece of banoffee pie (he pretends not to notice the vast difference in size between the usual servings and the ones you hand him) and sitting his ass down at a table to eat. i also see him grabbing anything caramel-flavoured if there isn't any banoffee. although there's something about your baking that hits his sweet spot, so fluffy and creamy and perfect when it runs down his tongue.

he always looks so content, hunched protectively over his plate as if someone would even think to yank it from him. eyes soft and downcast as he appreciates the dessert in front of him, and if you were close enough, you'd be able to hear the very quiet hums of enjoyment rumbling from his throat.

you glow with pride whenever he drops by the counter to thank you. your eyes always twinkle and your lips stretch into a pleased smile as you chirp out, see ya, grim! while he squeezes back out the door. you never fail to throw him a little motorcycle wave, and hearing the purr of his bike as he rides off has you cheesing, cheeks warm and slightly sore.

he calls you silly pet names, most of them related to food (muffin, chip, peanut), and in return you call him grim, short for the grim reaper, even though you're already aware his name's simon. you're dressed the part, might as well play it, you teased, and he griped at you to get lost, sounding far less annoyed than he was going for.

thinking about how long it would take for the two of you to stop dancing around each other and actually go out until simon makes the mistake of bringing johnny along with him one morning. growls at his sergeant to "leave it, don't say anythin' else about 'er" when the other casually mentions that he didn't see a ring on your finger. ignores the but ye 'aven't even taken tha lass oot! that's fired his way and gives johnny the bird.

(he will, okay? soon. he just has to stop freezing up every time you smile at him. and stop getting dizzy whenever he inhales the heavenly smells of pastries and sweets and you. and maybe find a clean shirt suitable for a date.)

imagine coaxing him to try other treats and now you're packing like five different things for him every morning </3

[sturnlsstuff]

imagine ghostface!chris fucking you with the handle of his knife

you are completely on another planet, your legs shaking from the amount of orgasms you have had in the past minutes. you didn't think that what was happening could turn you on so much, but it did - now chris knew it too, his smirk never leaving his face, watching your reactions and hearing the increasingly louder moans leaving your mouth.

"looook at that, how you're creamin' around my fuckin' knife, holyyyy shit—" he licks his lips, watching as your pussy perfectly sucks the handle of his knife in, the wet squelching echoes through the room. "how does it feel, hm? good?" his tone was dripping with mockery, obviously knowing that it must feel amazing. you just nod, words stucking in your throat when chris puts more pressure against your clit, circling it harder with his thumb. "feelin' it deep?"

"y-yes—" your grip on the sheets tightens, back arching upwards as you try to get more friction. chris watches as the handle of his knife slides in and out your sensitive cunt, soaked in your arousal, some even dripping on his hand. his relentless pace makes your toes curl.

"open your eyes, y'know i love seeing you when you 'bout to cum—" his tone low, hoarse with his own desire. you're fully aware that when you do it, you'll be gone for. though you obey anyway, your eyes fluttering open and glancing at the ghostface mask he had on. chris was between your legs, spreading them apart with his body, his hand fucking his knife into you while the other one keeps playing with your swollen bud. "--theeere you go, such a good fuckin' girl."

every thrust overwhelms you with pleasure, mouth slack opened as you let out more sweet noises, that were already printed in chris's brain. your walls clench around the thing as you weakly try to warn him, "c-chris, i'm so— close— mmmh, oh— right... there--"

"fuck, so pretty when you're like this-" he groans, his thumb rubbing more desperately around your clit. "come alllll over my knife, princess— so fuckin' naughty, jesus--"

he overstimulates you, hitting your g-spot so good with each movement that tears were running down your cheeks, broken cries leaving your mouth. "shittt, look at you..." he admires your little expressions, the way you're not able to keep looking at him and at some point your eyes roll back, body starts to shake even more and he can only see your hole leaking cum around the handle of his knife.

"fuck, i could do this all night long—" he looks back at your face, pleasure written all over it. he doesn't even slow down as you ride out your orgasm, gasping for air. "what you think, princess? can gimme a little more?"

[kioflerkira]

hello may i have a percy x reader when the reader feel really bad so percy decided to go in full teddy bear boyfriend mode to make her smile and hugs her please something cute... please

“ SMILE ”

warnings: fluff, cuddling, kissed pairings: p.jackson x reader summary: percy jackson, determined to cheer you up, smothering you with cuddles, kisses, and relentless affection until you finally smile.

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YOU WEREN’T HAVING A GREAT DAY. scratch that—you were having the worst day imaginable. everything that could go wrong had gone wrong, and now you were curled up in bed, sulking under a mountain of blankets, refusing to move.

and that’s exactly how percy found you.

he entered your cabin without knocking (because privacy was a joke to him at this point), took one look at you, all sad and wrapped in your blanket and let out a dramatic gasp. “oh no. it’s worse than I thought.”

you groaned, tightening the blankets around you. “go away, jackson.”

“absolutely not.” he marched over to your bed with purpose, and before you could protest, he flopped down on top of you, dramatically throwing his arms around the blanket pile. “this is an emergency.”

“percy, you’re crushing me.”

“no, I’m hugging the sadness out of you.”

“you’re suffocating me.”

“same thing.”

you wiggled under his weight, trying to escape, but he just tightened his grip, burying his face into your blanket-covered shoulder. “you’re not leaving this bed until I see a smile on that beautiful face.”

“then I hope you’re comfortable, because we’re gonna be here for a while.”

percy gasped like you had just told him his hair looked bad. “don’t say that. that’s the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever heard.”

you sighed, peeking out from under the blanket. “It’s just been a long day, percy.”

“I know,” he said softly. “that’s why I’m here. to make it better.”

you expected him to try something dumb, like telling a bad joke or making a goofy face, but instead, he started rubbing soothing circles on your back. his other hand brushed against your hair, combing through it gently. his movements were slow, comforting, and undeniably effective at breaking down your defenses.

“you’re like a highly energetic dog in human form,” you muttered.

he grinned. “and you’re my favorite person to cuddle.”

you rolled your eyes but didn’t push him away. his warmth was comforting, and despite your best efforts, you found yourself relaxing against him.

percy, being the absolute menace that he was, took this as his cue to smother you in even more affection. he started pressing exaggerated kisses all over your forehead, making loud “mwah” noises each time.

“percy— stop, oh my gods, that’s so annoying !” you tried to push him away, but he only grinned wider and tightened his arms around you.

“never !” he declared. “you will be loved whether you like it or not !”

you couldn’t help it— you laughed. It was a small one, barely there, but percy caught it instantly. he gasped dramatically again. “was that—was that a smile I just saw ?”

you huffed. “no.”

“liar !” he attacked you with even more cuddles, pulling you so close that you had no choice but to laugh again, this time louder. “ah-ha ! success ! my plan is working !”

you groaned, giving up and resting your forehead against his shoulder. “you’re an idiot.”

“but I’m your idiot,” he said smugly, tucking you under his chin. “and I’ll be here for as long as you need me.”

you sighed, but this time, it wasn’t in frustration—it was in relief. because as ridiculous as percy was, he always knew exactly what you needed.

and right now, you needed him.

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[bernardsbendystraws]

Why do they look 6 & 60 at the same time

[ahqkas]

hey so how do you think the bat boys would deal with having a s/o who’s been reading their phone pretty intensely and sometimes letting out laughs and the boys are like “What are you reading?” And s/o looks over and is like “curiosity got to me. I’m Checking out your Batman/Nightwing/Redhood/RedRobin fanfics” Comments on Tim not having a coffee obsession in real life, but comments on something real Tim actually does that they got right out of sheer luck. Or comments about how Dick isn’t always the golden retreiver boy, he has his grumpy goose days, s/o still loves him lots, but they got all his “assets” correct, at least? (Actors in real life get fanfics about them all the time. I imagine the vigilantes would also get fanfics about them too if they were real people 😂).

hi lovely !! thank you sm for requesting && you can find the fic here 🫶🏻

[ysaefinn]

first real ask alert !!!! for suguru keeping us needy, ik it’s canon that he’ll satiate our needs somehow but i imagine some days when we crave penetration, even if we act all slutty n desperate, he’ll coo and tell us “aw baby…i don’t think you know what you’re asking of me” and shut it down by maybe covering up our revealing clothing with his hoodie or even a spare blanket and put us on his lap with a kiss on our cheek while slightly rocking us and rubbing our back, thinking lulling us to sleep will get us out of this mood.

but on the inside, his heart is pounding and he’s trying to calm himself down after what seductive tactics we tried to throw his way.

i wonder how depraved we’d have to act for him to let us hit 😍😍

- 🍋

LEMONON Hold my hand, look me deep in my eyes, everything you just said is so true.

Gaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh im sooo glad we're back at this again T^T that's so true i just love how (I'm sorry it's the only word that comes to mind) patronizing he could be "you don't know what you're asking" "you don't actually know what you want" "you don't know what's good for you" "you're just a little baby after all" all while petting your head, rubbing your back, pinching your cheek or (my personal favorite) kneading your tummy TATATATATATATATATATATATATATAT fucking LOOOOOOVVBEEEE his "mommy knows best" attitude sooo baadddd

The hoodie and blanket...omg they're both just so fatal...the former being because he gets weak at the sight of his baby in his clothes TOT. But I do believe he prefers the blanket since that way he gets to cradle you to sleep easily...SPEAKING OF!!!!!!!!! his ass is notorious for rocking you to sleep and you know this, and i love you for it omg

As for how long it'll take to actually fuck him, i see him folding the second you start to cry and beg 😭, his protective momma bear instincts just kick in immediately and he's shushing you and promising to give you what you want, bcuz REMEMBER!!!! He never wants to hurt you, he never wants you to he upset or sad, everything Suguru does (in his mind at least) is for your own good, he's weirdly selfless