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dreamerdeity · 9 months

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ONE OF YOUR GIRLS

Warnings/ Notes Suguru Geto x afab reader. 18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI. Lots of choking, fingering, undertones of degradation, unestablished relationship, porn without plot, mentions of guilt tripping, power imbalance. Let me know if I missed anything!! Please don't report my work. If you would rather not read, then just don't!! Reblogs appreciated! Synopsis You have a massive thing for Suguru's arms, so he chokes you with them...upon your request.

NSFW under the cut

Suguru is mean, sure, but don't you get the wrong idea, because he swears up and down it's your fault every single time. How glassy tears cascade down your face so damn cutely, pretty neck bruises up in his grip so gorgeously, and if the only way he can get to see you that fucked out and vulnerable before his eyes is to treat you like a bitch, he'd do it over and over again with not an ounce of remorse.

He sits you on his lap, back pressed against his taut chest while you pointlessly babble and squirm from dizzying overstimulation, your thighs involuntarily caging his wrist between them as they close in on themselves. But d'you forget already? Suguru's not much of a gracious man, there's no other way to put it really, and you'd be dumb to ever think otherwise, because just as your bottom lip juts out in desperation, a broken "S'too much, Sugu" leaving your parted mouth, your tears threatening to spill past your lashes, he grins sleazily, and you've seen that grin a handful; The embodiment of the power trip he basks in whenever you're around. Got you wrapped around his finger and he knows. Got you under control. "Stay still, pretty." He whispers against your crimson-blooming neck and it almost sounds tender, but the validity of such wishful thought is quickly thrown aside when he forcefully spreads your legs open once more, a thumb playing with your clit, deftly curled fingers scissoring and pistoning into your soaking cunt.

Suguru's eyes never leave your pretty reflection adorning the full length mirror across the two of you, raking you up and down with not a slither of shame, because surely you were used to it by now, weren't you? All his to devour whenever he pleased, the one girl he'd always find his way back to when his patience threatened to wane, whose apartment he'd drag his feet into, head hanging low in tribulation waiting for you to save him in the one way you knew best, to melt away all that weighed heavily on his heart like the good girl you always were. And just as you trail your gaze upward, you find yourself shrinking back in embarrassment from his brazen stare, burying your face in your shoulder when his piercing eyes meet your own through the looking glass, but nothing's ever easy when Suguru is around, is it? Ever so perceptive, he doesn't hesitate to grab your cheeks between his thumb and index, harshly yanking your face back up to meet his gaze with a chastising "tsk". "I like seeing you like this y'know." He breathes out, gruff voice sending jolts up your spine as he languidly strokes your jaw with the pad of his thumb. "D'you like it too, hm? Look at your face, baby. Up there." He animatedly points toward the mirror as though speaking to a child, infantilizing you as he so often does. "That's it, dont be shy." The soft, honeyed timbre of his voice confuses you, the entirety of his persona rendering him a walking oxymoron; So charming yet so crude; So tender yet so rough; So playful yet so stern. Despite all of it, you never question it when he babies you right after degrading the living shit out of you, a welcome surprise of sorts that leaves you giddy for the rest of the night.

Though the babying does not last long, the man under you swiftly moving his hand away from your face and roughly hooking an arm around your neck with a click of his tongue, your chin snuggly tucked under the bend of his arm, bicep pressing against your cheek. A favorable position you supposed, maybe more so for him than you, because when he feels the hot pulse of your neck against him, something momentarily flashes in his eyes and he grins wide. "Mm, can't handle it all, Sugu pleaseee." You turn and whine into the crook of his neck, straining to speak as much as you were to move your head. His thick arm had an impossibly tight hold around your throat rendering you as good as paralyzed. Though you'd lately devised a clever plot of sorts; Guilt tripping him with that ever so sweet lilt of your voice, those tears spilling past your fluttery eyes, because at the end of the day, you realized, you had him as wrapped around your finger as he did, even if you knew hell might as well freeze over before he admitted such—in his own words—nonsense. But sometimes your clever plot works, sometimes it doesn't.

Depending on his mood.

The heavens must not be on your side lately, because tonight it did not, and he clicks his tongue at your dramatics, eyebrows furrowed and clearly unamused by your apparent change of heart. "But you asked for it, didn't you?" He lets out a chiding huff and asks, not really expecting an answer, just your sweet surrender. In a sense, he was right; As comical as it may sound, you had watched him unload his groceries earlier that morning and couldn't help but lock your gaze upon his arms. The way his biceps flexed every time he effortlessly tugged a heavy bag out of the trunk, or the visible recoil of those same biceps when he put the bags down, or the pretty dents and veins blooming along his well-built forearms when the sunlight hit just right. Not even the most strong-willed woman on earth would have been able to get her mind out of the gutter under such extreme circumstances, or so you liked to think. In short, you had shamelessly asked him to choke you with his arms.

And who was he to deny his pretty girl's request? He was never stingy with the pleasure he gave you, especially when it's one you proactively asked for, with those wet lashes fluttering up at him as you request a million ways of him to ruin you. As if on cue, just as you attempt to let out a half-muttered response to his earlier question, his arm presses harder against your throat and shuts you up for good—before you could even speak, as if to taunt you, goad you into a state of frustration simply because he liked to push your buttons like that. He continues to work your cunt as his free arm rhythmically squeezes and releases around your throat, your vision going blurry, eyes slipping closed as you helplessly claw at his bicep to let you breathe. Though your ministrations felt like nothing but a feather light touch to the strong man handling your form.

"Ahh! Cute" Suguru positively coos, giggling at your struggle, seemingly finding it amusing, or perhaps relishing in your messed up state like the sadistic bastard he was. "Sugu, hhmmgh" you let out a shrill whimper, if you could call it that, torn between the pain engulfing your neck and the pleasure prodding at your cunt. Suguru examines you closely through the mirror and his giggles die in his throat as fast as they came when he zeros in on your weary expression, much to your confusion. His face falls into a frown. Wasn't he all giddy and jovial just now? He nudges your cheek before trailing his eyes up toward your reflection once more.

"Why're you so quiet all of a sudden, baby? Am I not doing a good job?" He asks with feigned hurt etched into his sharp features, voice laced with faux offense. You catch his pout in the mirror and scramble to tell him that wasn't it at all. Was he serious? You're practically choking in his grasp and he has the nerve to spew such absurdities. You were in fact enjoying this more than you'd like to admit but you couldn't speak. and he knew this. Of course he did, because actions sure spoke louder than words; He could see your eyes flutter shut in pleasure, your warm arousal trickle down his wrist every time he squeezed harder, harder around your neck.

You opt for aggressively shaking your head to the best of your ability within the tight confines of his hold. "Yes or no?" He banters, clearly teasing, and you can hear the smirk in his voice, struggling to hold back his amusement at your newfound muteness. "Y-you're doing well." You choke out finally. "Ah! See? That was easy." He doesn't give you time to retort, picking up the pace of his fingers, scissoring them rhythmically as his thumb abuses rough circles onto your wet clit. "Now give me what I want." He groans against your face, breath fanning against your ear, tongue running sloppy trails down your jaw, and all the simultaneous sensations he was giving you were mind-numbingly overwhelming. With just another jerk of his fingers within you, clit rubbing against his palm, you find yourself falling boneless in his arms, unraveling right before his sharp eyes as they so intently watch your face contort in pleasure through the mirror.

"Mmph fuck!" You gasp in your stupor, gripping the wrist of his hand that was still diligently fucking you through your high, spasming and thrashing in his embrace, your free hand winding around his bicep that engulfed your neck, squeezing and clawing like a bitch in heat.

"That's it, I got you babe." Suguru soothes you softly, tone so different, so tender, bringing his long fingers up to your mouth and tapping them on your lips once you regain your composure, a sheen of sweat coating your forehead and chest still heaving sporadically. You know what he wants you to do, and you obediently wrap your lips around them, tasting yourself on him. "Mhm, just like that" He hums with a lazy smile, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck, half-grin gracing your lips in a sudden fit of post-sex giddiness, but just as you begin to shuffle out of his lap, you halt in your steps, him grabbing you back down by the hips, lips brushing against your earlobe. "Oh 'm not done with you just yet."

Right. When is he ever?

#getou suguru x reader #jjk x reader #geto smut #geto x reader #geto suguru #jjk smut #I am infatuated with this man he has been consuming my every thought for the past three years help me

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nerdyenby · 1 year

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NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND

Martyn’s betrayal isn’t just him betraying Scott, but the ideals of the entire season.

Limited Life has had the most stable alliances in the life series across the board, with everyone sticking with their ep 1 crew until the end. The theme of this season was loyalty, you guys.

The Clocker’s weren’t the only family, far from it. The entire series is like a sitcom — neighborhood drama. Everyone was related in some way, everyone cared about each other to an extent, and the bonds formed were never broken. Sure there were accidental team kills and mistrust between factions, but the teams themselves all were so individually devoted to each other.

It’s a perfect reflection of Last Life, last time the bogeyman sewed seeds of distrust and betrayal, now we see unwavering faith in spite of the curse. It’s hardly a curse anymore; as with any disease, those who have had it before have higher resistance. We have people resisting the urge to turn on their teams and instead confiding in them, working together to get them cured. The bogey doesn’t divide people, but bring them closer together because of the inherent trust in looking at someone you love, seeing the bloodlust in their eyes, and saying “I’m not leaving, we’re going to get you through this.”

The whole season feels more amicable for it, people are willing to make alliances in the final episodes with people who have hurt them before because there’s some small, remaining foundation of trust there. While Last Life was built on lies, words have weight in Limited Life. Promises are kept here. Grudges are dealt with. Fistfights are held to put past hurt behind them. People willingly offer their lives to each other, even if not on the same team. People beg their allies to kill them, just so they can have a little while longer.

So when it comes down to the final three, there’s no bad blood, they were working together earlier that very episode. They want a good, fair goodbye to their enemy, because he’s still their friend. So they redistribute time until they’re equal, they burn together to level the playing field, and they agree to do a fair 1v1v1. No weapons, no armor, may the best man win.

But that’s not what happens. Martyn has come too far to leave it to chance. He has no reason to honor this agreement so he doesn’t. He even goes after Scott first, betraying his closest ally to let Impulse know this isn’t about him. It’s not about making Impulse lose, it’s about making Martyn win.

In the season built on trust and good faith and interdependence and promises, Martyn breaks all of these in the final minute of the game.

The winners are always those who go against the grain, and Martyn is no exception.

#something about how he broke not only the theme of the season but went against his primary character trait: devotion #he’s sick of being the servant; the right hand man; the one who gets left behind #red greed consumes all #red spring has finally come #limited life #limited life spoilers #martyn inthelittlewood #nerdy’s traffic analysis

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