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The therapist: yeah, so there's other chairs in this room
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Me, straddling his lap: I'm kinda nervous. like idk ive never done this before
The therapist: yeah, so there's other chairs in this room

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Sukuna knows you love it when he wraps his bicep around your face during sex.
He doesnโt even pretend otherwiseโbecause the moment he feels you reaching for him from behind, your hand barely brushing his lower abdomen, something in him snaps. That small touch, that quiet request, sends a dark, hungry heat rolling through him, and he leans over you like heโs already made up his mind.
And he doesnโt make it gentle.
โLook at you,โ he mutters against your cheek, voice low and rough, like gravel sliding over heat. His arm tightens, wrapping around your faceโflexing his bicep just because he knows what it does to you. โYou get like this the second I touch you.โ
You try to speak, but he shifts his paceโ pounding into you slowly, deliberateโtilting your head back so your eyes meet his. Those red irises burn with that hungry, territorial look he only ever shows you.
He smirks.
โYeaaaah, babyโ he says, thumb brushing your jaw, โthatโs the face I want.โ
His other hand braces your waist with a possessive pressure that makes your breath stutter. He holds you thereโcompletely, effortlesslyโlike he wants you to feel just how easily he can control the moment.
โTell me,โ he says, leaning in, โyou want it rough tonight, donโt you?โ
Sukuna doesnโt wait for an answer as he began his movements againโthis time though, they werenโt considerate or gentle.
Your back arches under him as you near closer to your release, and he presses you down with an easy strength that makes your pulse jump. The way he moves against you is light and somehow heavy at the same timeโcontrolled, dominatingโeach shift of his hips sending heat spiraling through your stomach.
โThere it is,โ he says. โMy favorite reaction.โ
And you couldnโt wish for anything more.
(Sorry this was so rushed.)
doggystyle with his hands alllll over you. rubbing from your shoulders to the blades, running down your sides to your hips, then back up your belly to cup your chest
loser boys are my favourite brand of boys.
stupid awkward boys who don't know where to put their hands when we make out
shy boys who cover their mouth in an attempt to muffle their moans.
inexperienced boys who get hard so so easily cause they haven't been treated like this before

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You met Jason Todd in the most unremarkable way possible.
It was a rainy Tuesday night in Gotham. You were working the late shift at the campus library, trying to stretch your last twenty dollars until payday while drowning in tuition bills, rent, and the crushing weight of being a full time student with no safety net. Your laptop had died mid essay. The charger cord had finally given up.
You were on the verge of tears at the checkout desk when a tall, broad shouldered guy in a worn leather jacket and a red hoodie underneath it, dropped a brand new charger in front of you.
โHere,โ he said gruffly, green eyes flicking away like he was embarrassed. โLooked like you needed it.โ
You blinked up at him. He was handsome in a rough, dangerous kind of way - white streak in his hair, scars on his knuckles, the kind of presence that made people move aside on the sidewalk.
โI canโt accept this,โ you said, even as your fingers itched to grab it.
He shrugged. โAlready bought it. Keep it or Iโll toss it.โ
That was the start.
He kept showing up. Quietly. Leaving coffee on your usual table with a sticky note that just said โdont pass out on ur notes again.โ Paying for your textbooks when the register glitched and your card was declined. One day your landlord called to say rent had been covered for the next six months. Anonymous.
You cornered him in the library parking lot one night, rain pouring down, heart racing.
โWhy are you doing this?โ You demanded. โWe barely know each other.โ
Jason leaned against his motorcycle, arms crossed, looking everywhere but at you. โBecause i can. And because you work too damn hard to be scraping by like this.โ
You stared at him. โSo youre just.. paying for everything. Rent. Tuition. Groceries. Like youโre some kind of-โ
โDonโt.โ He cut in sharply. โDonโt say it.โ
But you were already thinking it. โSugar Daddyโ.
The term felt cheap and wrong for what he was doing, but the power imbalance was there. He had money. You didnt. And he kept giving.
You started letting him. Because it was easier. Because he never asked for anything in return. Because when he looked at you, it wasnโt with expectation - it was with something softer. Something that made your stomach flutter.
Months passed.
He paid your rent without asking. Covered your tuition balance when you mentioned it in passing. Bought you a new laptop when yours finally decided to die. Took you to quiet dinners at places you could never afford. Walked you home every night like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You fell for him somewhere between the third paid bill and the first time he let you fall asleep on his chest during a movie night at his apartment.
One evening you were curled up on his couch in his oversized hoodie, laptop on your knees, finishing an essay. Jason was in the kitchen, cooking something that smelled amazing. You glanced at the latest bank notification - another โanonymousโ deposit that had covered your upcoming books and fees.
You couldnโt help it. You laughed softly.
โWhatโs funny?โ He asked, wiping his hands on a towel as he came over.
You looked up at him, grinning. โYou. My very generous sugar daddy.โ
The words were teasing. Playful. You expected him to smirk, maybe make a dirty joke.
Instead, Jason froze.
His face went carefully blank, then darkened. He set the towel down harder than necessary.
โDonโt call me that,โ he said, voice low and tight.
You blinked, smile fading. โJay, i was jokingโโ
โIm not your sugar daddy.โ He ran a hand through his hair, pacing a short line in front of the couch. โIm not paying for your shit because I- I want something from you. Im not some rich asshole buying company. I justโฆ i wanted you to like me. Thatโs all. I saw how hard you were working, how stressed you were, and i had the money. So i used it because i liked you. Because i wanted you to see me as someone who could take care of you. Not a transaction.โ
Your heart twisted.
He stopped pacing, shoulders tense, looking anywhere but at you.
โI know it looks bad,โ he muttered. โRich guy throwing money at the broke student. But it wasnโt like that for me. It was never about buying you. I justโฆ wanted to make your life easier. Wanted to see you smile without worrying about bills. Wanted you to have one less thing to carry.โ
The vulnerability in his voice cracked something in your chest.
You set the laptop aside and stood, crossing to him. You took his face in both hands, forcing him to look at you.
โJason,โ you said softly. โI know. Iโve always known it wasnโt like that. Youโve never asked for anything. Youโve never made me feel like i owe you. You just.. take care of me. And i let you because i trust you. And i like you too. A lot.โ
His shoulders sagged. He leaned into your touch, green eyes searching yours.
โIm not good at this,โ he admitted quietly. โThe whole.. feelings thing. I saw you struggling and i had the means, so i fixed it. But hearing you call me some.. โsugar daddyโ.. it feels cheap. Like thats all i am to you.โ
โYouโre not.โ You whispered, rising onto your toes to kiss him. It was soft at first, reassuring. Then deeper, warmer, full of all the unspoken things between you. His hands settled on your waist, pulling you closer, thumbs stroking your sides through your shirt.
When you pulled back, you rest your forehead against his.
โYouโre Jason,โ you said. โThe guy who remembers I like my coffee with two sugars. The guy who shows up with groceries when Iโm buried in exams. The guy who makes me feel safe and wanted without ever asking for anything in return. I donโt care about the money. I care about you.โ
He let out a shaky breath, arms wrapping fully around you. โYeah?โ
โYeah.โ You smiled, kissing the corner of his mouth. โSo keep spoiling me if you want. But know that Iโm here because I like you. Not because of the money.โ
Jason held you tighter, burying his face in your neck. โGood. Because Iโm not stopping. I like taking care of you. Makes me feelโฆ useful. Like Iโm doing something right.โ
You threaded your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. โYou are. Youโre doing everything right.โ
He kissed you again - slower this time, savoring. His hands slid under the hem of your shirt, palms warm against your bare skin, stroking up your back in slow, soothing motions. The touch was comforting, grounding, with just a hint of heat in the way his fingers pressed into your waist.
โYouโre wearing my hoodie again,โ he murmured against your lips, smiling. โLooks better on you.โ
โIt smells like you,โ you replied, nuzzling closer. โMakes studying easier.โ
He chuckled, the sound low and warm. โThen keep it. Keep all of it. The money, the gifts, the apartment Iโm going to get you closer to campus if you want. As long as you keep looking at me like this.โ
โLike what?โ
โLike Iโm more than the money.โ
You kissed him again, soft and lingering. โYou are. Youโre my Jason. Thatโs more than enough.โ
He held you like that for a long time - arms around you, chin on your head, the city humming far below. The tension from earlier had melted away, replaced by quiet contentment.
Later, when you were curled up on the couch together watching a movie, Jasonโs hand resting possessively on your hip under the blanket, he pressed a kiss to your temple.
โI love you,โ he said quietly, like the words were still new and precious. โNot because I pay for things. Justโฆ because youโre you.โ
You smiled, turning to kiss him properly. โI love you too. Sugar daddy or not.โ
He groaned, but there was a laugh in it. โYouโre never letting that go, are you?โ
โNope.โ You grinned, nipping at his lower lip. โBut Iโll only say it when weโre alone. And only because it makes you all huffy and cute.โ
He rolled his eyes, but pulled you closer, kissing you again โ deeper this time, slower, full of promise.
โBrat,โ he muttered fondly against your mouth.
โYour brat.โ
โYeah,โ he said, smiling. โMine.โ
The money was nice. The gifts were nicer.
But the way Jason Todd looked at you โ like you were the only thing in his world that wasnโt broken โ was the best part of all.
a/n : wrote this while rewatching devil wears prada so forgive the lack of a proofread.. ps, should I make a tag list