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#super fun fact baby sharks are called pups
rebornologist · 2 months
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May I make a request for something potentially NSFW? Depends on how you'd want to write it. Let's say Squalo and his SO make a bet and Squalo loses. Now he's obligated to follow SO's whims.
(Best of luck applying to/ getting ready for grad school!)
Omg thank you so much for the well wishes! I’m in the “just graduated, working for experience, dreaming of grad school” phase of my life and it’s ruff so fanfic is my solace. I love this cute lil req! I went for something more sfw initially but.. there's an alternate nsf/w scene utc!
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♡ Squalo Loses a Bet ✧
contents: Superbi Squalo/gnSO, established relationship, f-bombs, Idk why I give Squalo a potty mouth time after time, alt. scenario is just straight up smut now oops 250 words.
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“Aaand, I win!”
“What?!”
“You lost the bet, Squalo. Look,” they gesture to prove their point before crossing their arms in front of them again. They were right, there was no way that he could fight them on this without looking like a fool. Did he want to try gaslighting the love of his life for the sake of his pride? Probably not. His breath gets caught in his throat, and he finally scoffs, shoulders slumping and eyes rolling in annoyance.
“Fine, okay, whatever.” Squalo avoids their gaze, not wanting to face them and their shit-eating grin.
“What do you want? Dinner? Flowers? A massage? Mone-”
“That’s a good idea!”
“What is?”
“Flowers,” their eyes shift quickly up and down, tracing over his long hair. “flowers… in your hair!”
“No! No.”
“Too bad, Squ. A deal’s a deal.”
୨୧ ⁺˳₊ ...
Dexterous fingers pull the hair tie tight at the end of the thick silver braid. “Aah, my lovely Raperonzolo,” they coo, adjusting the flowers as they arrange them in his hair until they deemed it perfect.
“Shut up,” he grumbles, eyes scanning over the documents in front of him. He signs at the bottom and places it into the neat pile on his desk. Squalo’s long legs extend in front of him as he pushes himself back in the rolling chair, looking over his shoulder at his partner. “You fuckin' done yet?”
They nod happily, before holding a mirror up to show him his beautifully arranged hair.
His scream of horror echoed down the halls that afternoon.
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contents: orgasm denial, oops. implied soon-to-be fellatio. every whim? subby Squ?? in my haunted house? it's 2024, yes. 278 words.
“What do you want? Dinner? Flowers? A massage? Mone-”
“Nope.”
“Then what- ..voi-?!” He was interrupted by his significant other placing a hand firmly on his sternum and pushing his back to the wall. His eyebrow raises, a corner of his mouth lifting as his grey eyes search their features, reading their expression, trying to gauge the mood and determine how to react.
“You promised, every.. whim,” the look in their eyes shows him that he’s in for a long rest of the night.
୨୧ ⁺˳₊ ...
"H-hey.." his chest heaves, his snowy locks falling over his shoulders and sticking to his sweat-covered skin. "You.. gonna let me.. cum, now?" his question catches in his throat, feeling a little hoarse from the course of the night.
Dexterous fingers trace along his jaw, his partner's bottom lip pronounced in a small, mocking pout. "Mmm.. poor pup," they muse, wrapping their fingers firmly around him and squeezing as they brush their thumb over the tip, wet with their mixed fluids. He tenses, letting out an uncomfortable groan and pulling against the restraints.
"The fuck did you call m-shit.. hah.."
Any other day, they wouldn't dare say that to his face, but something about every whim really empowered them this time, and he cannot deny the way his dick twitched at their touch. It's not like he doesn't notice how they're practically drooling as they eyed him like this.
"I want to hear you whine, again.." they get down on their knees for the first time that night, opening their mouth and sticking their tongue out, millimetres from where he wishes they would use it.
"then yes, I'll let you- no, make.. you.. cum."
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