Suck On This

fuck bitches get paid, 28 years old, FANFICTION WRITERS!!! Feel free to use my work, but please credit me for the idea.

[birdnecklookingassbitch]

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Bucky

Sukuna

The Weight of Choices - @vunblr

This super cute comic! - @belimah

HusbandKuna x Reader who lost her memory @sukunaglazerrr

Konig

Beach day with bf Konig - @unseaworthy

[lilikoiyu]

not realizing you’re talking to your ex-boyfriend!sukuna while drunk !

you were way too drunk and the sigma chi house was spinning.

the music thumped through the walls and your head felt light and fuzzy, but you were smiling anyway, red cup dangling from your fingers as you leaned against the wall for balance. your friends had disappeared ages ago and you didn’t really mind.

that’s when you saw him.

tall. pink hair. tattoos crawling up his arms. he looked really familiar but your drunk brain couldn’t connect the dots. you just knew he was stupidly hot standing there by the stairs with his arms crossed.

you stumbled over with a bright smile.

“hi,” you said, voice soft and sweet. “you have the prettiest eyes. like… scary pretty.”

sukuna looked down at you and his eyebrow raised, but he didn’t move away. the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile.

“yeah?” he asked, voice low.

you nodded, stepping closer until you were leaning into his space. he smelled so good. warm and a little sweet, just like someone you used to know.

“mhm. my ex had eyes like yours,” you mumbled, resting your forehead against his arm because the room wouldn’t stop tilting. “he was mean looking but really nice to me. i miss him a lot actually.”

sukuna stayed quiet, one big hand coming up to steady you by the waist so you wouldn’t fall.

you kept talking, words spilling out easily now that someone was listening.

“we broke up because i thought he didn’t care enough but… he used to do the sweetest things. like bringing me coffee before class or letting me play with his hair even when he acted all tough about it.” you sighed softly. “i think i messed up. i still wear his hoodie to sleep sometimes.”

his grip on your waist tightened just a little.

“you’re drunk,” he murmured.

“super drunk,” you agreed with a little laugh, tilting your head up to look at him again. “but i mean it. he was the best. made me feel safe even when he was quiet and scary. you kinda look like him, it’s weird.”

sukuna let out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. he guided you through the crowd with a hand on your lower back, taking you upstairs without saying much. you didn’t even question it. his room felt familiar but everything was blurry.

he sat you on the edge of his bed and grabbed a bottle of water, crouching down in front of you so you could drink it. his hand rested gently on your knee the whole time.

“you’re really nice,” you whispered, eyes half closed. “my ex was nice like this too. when nobody else was looking.”

he didn’t answer right away. just brushed some hair out of your face with careful fingers and helped you lie down. when you reached out and grabbed his hand he paused.

“stay?” you asked softly.

sukuna sighed, but it was the soft kind. he sat on the edge of the bed and let you keep holding his hand, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles while you drifted off.

“yeah,” he said quietly, watching you fall asleep in his bed again. “i’m not going anywhere.”

[chastiefoul]

you got injured in a mission and you tried to hide it from them.

ft. nanami, gojo, sukuna, higuruma sorcerer!reader summary : in a moment of carelessness you were attacked by a weak curse, leaving a mild injury on your arm. out of pride and maybe shame you decided to not tell your boyfriend about it after you got it patched. but do they really not know?

nanami kento

“isn’t it a bit warm for sweater love?” he asked after you greeted him at your door, ushering him in as he sat next to you at the couch, your favorite show playing on the television. 

“a little,” you replied, yet not making any move at all to take it off, trying your hardest to focus on the moving object that’s being played on the screen despite the intense stare of your boyfriend who looked like he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you ever since he got there. it was like you’re currently under his microscope and you’re scared to move, revealing the wound you’re currently hiding from the man. 

“you’re really planning not to tell me at all,” he asked, although his tone made it as though it was a declaration. a question that had been answered even without you saying anything, a conclusion he had arrived at after seeing your damning silence. 

“tell you what?” you still attempted at playing dumb even though the ruse is out and you had a feeling that nanami had known about it after all. the blond brought his hand up to pinch his nose bridge, a tired expression fell upon his face, the lines on his features seemed tense.  

“come here, let me take a look at your arm,” nanami exclaimed softly, making it clear the displeasure he had was never pointed at you, only to himself, for being so oblivious about the pain you’re in. you relented easily, the gentleness on his voice felt like a warm blanket that’s inviting you to lie under it. 

he folded the fabric softly, grimacing at the neatly wrapped bandage over your skin. 

“does it hurt a lot?” he asked, brows furrowed so deep as he looked at you. 

“shoko patched it all up, i’m fine ken,” you replied, wanting to ease the man’s restlessness, his whole body was practically radiating with worry.

“why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, there’s a hint of unsavoriness in his tone, burying something unpleasant within. 

“you’re mad,” you said, like it’s a statement. 

“maybe, but not at you. never at you,” nanami muttered quietly, being quite obvious that he was referring to himself. “i should’ve noticed sooner.” 

“stop that,” you stated promptly, before his mind could came into any other wrong and ridiculous assumptions. “it’s my fault, i should’ve told you i know i should’ve but i was just embarrassed, i guess. the reason i got this injury in the first place was because i was being too reckless,” you explained softly, slowly pulling back your folded sleeve, wanting to hide it from your vision, shifting the attention to something else already. 

nanami stared at you for a second longer before grabbing your other hand. 

“come here,” he said, pulling you into his lap so you’re straddling him. you put both hands on his shoulder as you did so, refusing to meet his eyes. the blond did not let you do that for long as he cupped your face softly, leading your gaze to his. 

“accidents happen, love. you pulled through, finished your mission even when pushed to the corner and i couldn’t be more proud of you. and you should be too,” he affirmed, kissing the tip of your nose. the tenderness made your stomach churn, to think you’re loved this much by the man in front of you somehow made you all mushy, melting into his embrace as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“so you don’t think i’m incompetent?”

“never. a little clumsy and somehow more often than not reckless? maybe. but you’re fully capable of handling your job.”

you smiled at his playful dig, appreciating how nanami made an effort to keep the conversation light. 

“i love you.”

“and i love you. so please take better care of yourself next time alright?”

gojo satoru

“show me.”

“show you what?”

“baby i’d normally love to play along but not this time, not when you’re clearly injured and you’re trying to hide it from me,” gojo said, his usual playful tone was nowhere to be found, instead replaced by a tone you seldom hear from the man. 

you pulled your sleeve, knowing there was no way you can hide it anymore from him--no, in the first place you didn’t even know what you were thinking, expecting the six-eyes haver to just let you get away with it. 

now that your boyfriend’s easygoing demeanor was gone, you found yourself with no words, knowing that the man who looked like he was about to throw up out of concern wasn’t in any mood to fill the room with jokes and laughter. you tensed up, your body adjusting to the gravity of the situation.

“fuck, are you good baby? this looks bad, does this look bad? what did shoko say? how long do you need to wear this?” he rambled, and your heart stuttered at his agonized expression. 

“i’m fine toru, shojo said it’s not that bad. see? she patched me up nicely,” you whispered, putting a hand atop of his trembling fingers, who’s currently handling you like you’re about to fade away. 

“right, okay, that’s good,” he took more deep breaths, his chest heaved like the air wasn’t really going into his body properly. “i’m sorry i wasn’t there with you. no, that came out wrong. i know you can handle yourself baby but--fuck, i can’t stand seeing you hurt like this,” he said, conflicted. 

“i know, toru. it was my fault, i was getting cocky and the curse caught me off guard. it was kinda embarrassing to be honest so i’m glad you weren’t there or else you’ll get the ick,” you said, attempting to make light of the situation. anything to make him throw away the ‘it’s the end of the world’ look.

at that gojo smiled weakly, kissing your face softly. 

“yeah? i love you baby but unfortunately there isn’t really anything you can do to give me the ick. you’re stuck with me,” he replied matter of factly, like it’s the most obvious conclusion to the conversation. “so you’re okay? is anything hurting?” he scanned you once more, making sure you’re not putting up a fake front.

“i’m fine, a little hungry though.”

“alright let me handle it, food and cuddles are coming.”

“i only said i was hungry?”

“food and cuddles are coming baby, the latter is more for me but still. please, let me have it.”

sukuna

“let me have a look,” sukuna said a second after your front door closed, approaching you with menacing steps.

“at what?” 

“i’m not going to ask twice,” he walked closer. 

“okay okay!” you showed the man your bandaged arm, the man looked at it closely as he held your wrist gently despite his rigid tone when he spoke. “you could be nicer about it you know,” you snided with a pout.

“and you could’ve paid more attention and not get hurt but here we are. we can’t always get what we want can we?” he said gruffly, the grumpy man continued to inspect your injury with a focus exceeding that of a hawk. 

you smiled despite his harsh words, knowing he was probably worried out of his mind, probably more than you. 

“and you have treated this properly?”

“yeah, it’s all good now,” you claimed, the apparent frown on his face only amused you more. 

“be more careful, do you not value your own life?” sukuna scolded with a scoff.

“i do! can’t exactly leave you all alone, you’ll be devastated without me.”

“if you know that already then don’t get hurt again.”

higuruma hiromi

“i should tell you right now you’re not doing a good job of hiding it from me,” higuruma spoke, worry painted all over his face as he stared at you. 

“hide what?” you attempted, even though you knew it was futile. the man only walked closed as response, grabbing your arm gently as he folded your sleeve to see the injury. 

“your moved your arm like it was made out of stone,” he mumbled, putting your hand on his thigh as he inspected it even though there was no visible wound as you had it patched already hours ago. still, higuruma didn’t let up. “why? why did you hide it from me sweetheart?”

“don’t know, i’m just ashamed i guess. they gave me a pretty easy mission but i still messed it up,” you mumbled, loving the softness of his touch as he tucked your hair behind your ear, giving you his full and undivided attention. 

“you didn’t ‘mess’ anything up, you finished the task that was given to you. but you have to understand that sometimes casualties are unavoidable. you saw it through the end even after you got hurt, and that speaks volume about you as a sorcerer,” he explained, patting his lap subtly, inviting you to lie on it.

and you did exactly that. his scent filled your nose as though telling you that you’re finally home. 

higuruma gave your side temple a soft kiss. “please let me be the one to know if something like this happens again darling, i want to be someone you can rely on in any situation.”

“i do rely on you. too much, i feel like.”

“never. there is no too much when it comes to you.”

[rylandsgrace]

OSCAR ISAAC

Attends the "Frankenstein" red carpet during the 82nd Venice International Film Festival on August 30, 2025 in Venice, Italy.

[solilorenson]

filthy snake

[solilorenson]

btw thats the reference used, i keep seeing sukuna every time i see shere khan

[ramendoodlesart]

Aaaah forgot to post this here! Well, Pride Month lasts 365 days for me anyway eheh Jayvik for Priiiiideeeeeee💖💖💖💖💖

[chastiefoul]

nanami taking care of you when you're drunk.

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nanami laid you down gently on the mattress, his familiar scent crowded you almost immediately as you buried half your face deeper into his pillows, filling your nose with a propinquity that felt like home.

nanami stood close by the bed, gazing at you in a state of unreadiness. his usual slicked back hair was now down and unruly, navy shirt fit him snugly making his arm looked extra delicious, loose pants hanging on his torso. it had been a little late when you called him drunkenly to pick you up, he knew you were on a night out with shoko. 

“ugh, it’s so hot,” you mumbled, reaching out to grab the hem of his shirt; nanami played along with a quiet smile on his face, moving a step closer just so your hand could reach. you pulled, beckoning him to sit on the side of the bed, he obliged easily, brushing away the hair that’s sticking on your face. “it’s warm, take off your shirt,” you blinked at him, as he chuckled softly.

“why should i take off my clothes when you’re the one feeling warm, hm?” he asked with a soothing voice, stroking your hair over and over. 

“global warming, and stuff,” you rambled, giving up in putting sense on your sentence. nanami looked at you with wonder, curious to hear what amusing things will come out of your mouth next.

“i wonder what’s going on inside this head right now,” he said, rubbing his thumb gently at the side of your forehead. you sighed deeply, enjoying his touch. 

“i want a kiss,” you claimed suddenly, proving his point. nanami shot a defeated smile, his eyed narrowed in adoration as he caved, planting a short kiss on your lips; his hair tickling your skin as he leaned down. nanami pulled away before you could savor the feel of his mouth thoroughly. 

“more.”

he kissed you once more.

“more.” you whined softly, not liking how he ended each kiss so fast. 

the only respond you received was a soft brush of his finger on your bottom lip as he said, “that’s all you’re getting tonight  love.”

nanami saw your dramatic expression change, frowning as though it’s the end of the world. a hearty laugh escaped him at your theatric, rubbing your cheek with the back of his index finger, his touch felt feather light against your side, “you’re terribly drunk, the only thing you need to be doing right now is sleep.”

“not drunk,” you mumbled, even though sleep sounded amazing in your ear right now as you felt your eyelids getting heavier by the second, nanami’s ever so softly touch didn’t help you in staying awake at all.

“if you say so,” he replied easily, getting up from his spot without words, leaving you alone in bed. you flashed an exaggerated pout as if the man could still see you, not knowing he’s already returned to the same spot within a minute with a familiar looking bottle on his right hand.

“i don’t wanna drink anymore,” you murmured, giving him a pleading look. nanami chuckled.

“i’m not making you drink this, silly girl,” he claimed gently, pouring three drops of the liquid content to a cotton pad you’re just now seeing, before wiping away your face tenderly like you’re made of glass. 

right. that’s your bottle of make up remover. “oh.”

the soft dab of the cotton on your face over and over made you sleepier, the consistent rhythm of rubbing and tapping nanami was working wonders, almost like a magician in soothing you. but the focused expression on his face as he leaned close to you held you back from going into the dream land. 

“you’re so handsome,” you whispered, staring the man like he hung the moon. 

“am i? thank you love,” he replied without missing a beat and at this point you knew this man would always respond patiently to whatever nonsense you were cooking in your mind even though it's easier to ignore what you're saying while you’re under the influence, instead he was spoiling you rotten.

“what about me? am i pretty?” you asked, eyes half-lidded. 

“the prettiest.” he smiled tenderly, stopping just to give you a smitten look before going back to work, the soft wipes of cotton underneath your eyes knocked you right into a daze, deciding to just close your eyes because it was too mush work to keep them opened

“ken?” 

“yes love?”

"d’you think cats are sad they don’t get to blow candles on their birthday?” you asked in a serious tone, half your body felt like it’s being pulled into slumber, nanami’s laugh sounded like as though it’s underwater.

“maybe, but they’re going to be even more sad if you don’t go to bed now,” he said, the last thing you heard was the sound of an object being put on the bedside table and the feeling of your hair being brushed gently. nanami saw it happened as your breath slowed, head limping to the side.

he kissed your head softly, adjusting the blanket and tucked you all proper.

“sweet dreams, love. i hope to meet you there.”

[overpassart]

haircut day with bkdk :}

[noodles-and-tea]

⭐️

[7thrsd]

a goodbye kiss from your 🫲partner🫱 after a hard day at work

[liberalsarecool]

Freedom FROM religion is mandatory.

[snowkissedmonsters]

The Jurassic Park raptors are literally just domestic cats sized up. And if you're thinking "isn't that just a lion or tiger" NO they are specifically domestic cats

[snowkissedmonsters]

Lions and tigers are apex predators, which is why they're so chill. Cats and raptors are mesopredators which is why they have such an attitude problem. God's perfect killing machine but it's a teeny tiny cutsie pie in its environment =^_^=

Behold, a velociraptor

[maryoliveoil]

[toruslut]

18+ mdni

nanami’s veiny cock stretched you open over the sink, the dishes long forgotten in your hands. you could feel your knees threatening to give out every time he snapped his hips forward, feeling tears streaming down your cheeks as loud moans left your parted lips. “kento—please—”

nanami's gaze never left your body. he observed how it jiggled with even the slightest movement. you could feel every vein of him inside you, his pink tip brushing deliciously against your cervix.

your husband pressed his damp forehead against your shoulder as he slammed his hips into you relentlessly, cock twitching at your tightness. your own slick dripped down your thighs.

"looking so pretty for me—fuck, so tight—like the perfect little wife.” he mumbled, unable to stop himself. sliding his hand down to rub excruciatingly slow circles on your sensitive bud, which you responded by letting out a sharp cry.

you could feel yourself growing closer and closer to your orgasm, moaning loudly enough for the entire building to hear (already bracing yourself for the noise complaints you were undoubtedly going to receive tomorrow). you bit your bottom lip, trying your best to muffle the sounds escaping you. "nanami—feels s’good!" you gasped. "so deep, kento—gonna—"

you weren't able to finish your words as a warm wave of pleasure washed over your body, leaving you shaking and gushing on him. "yes, darling. make a mess on kento. such a good girl." nanami gritted through his teeth.

"please, cum inside me. i need your cum" you whimpered.

nanami's cock twitched once, twice, before he came inside you with a loud groan. filling you so deep you were dripping with his cum. his hips snapped forward one last time before he slowly pulled out and held you as you steadied yourself.

"did i leave you unsatisfied last night, kento?" you joked breathlessly, and the two of you chuckled.

“i fear that would be impossible” he replied softly. "i’m sorry, my love. you just looked too gorgeous."

you adjusted your dress, turned to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your soft lips against his. there was nothing more nanami could wish for.

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made by toruslut. idk how i feel abt this one but ugh isn’t he just so dreamy

[depsidase]

[stars-pdf]

sometimes it be like

[hidingwhere]

♡ﾟbear!hybrid nanami who…

has a tendency of sleeping for over 18 hours at a time on his weekends off and proceeds to grumble every single time when he finds out you’ve deep cleaned the house in that time, cooked dinner, meal prepped for the upcoming week and gone shopping without him. You should be relaxing with him! So why on earth are you doing all the work? A deep massage and many kisses is the only way he’ll forgive you.

bear!hybrid nanami who always raids the kitchen of any berries, nuts and fish you have. You’ll catch him in the middle of the night, fridge light illuminating his shirtless form, shoving handfuls of raspberries in his mouth at once. His ears twitch shamefully when he sees you watching him, embarrassment filling his entire body after eating all the food for the week again.

“It’s okay, ken. We can just go shopping and buy some more. It’s no trouble, really,” you reassure as he buries his face in your neck and mumbles strings of heartfelt apologies.

bear!hybrid nanami who hates when you don’t live in sync with your own menstrual cycle. Seeing you wake up early during your luteal phase and do intense workouts during your menstruation makes him cringe, and if he’s nearby he’ll drag you back to bed with him with the most offended expression you could possibly imagine. He knows how terrible he feels when he doesn’t stick to his own hibernation cycles, so he can only imagine how thrown off your body feels when you start demanding too much of it.

bear!hybrid nanami who has the biggest breeding kink ever. During his rut, all he can think of is filling you up with his cum and making you carry his babies. Just the thought of his own cum dripping out of your pulsing hole has him rutting against the mattress early in the morning. Nanami can barely keep his hands off you in the evenings, fingering you over the kitchen counter, eating you out on the couch, fucking you senseless in the bedroom.

bear!hybrid nanami who starts slow and controlled, not wanting to hurt you, but as soon as he bottoms out inside your warm, welcoming pussy, he snaps. His hips slam against your ass, lewd moans and grunts filling the room as he keeps you pinned against the mattress, chest to your back as an attempt to cage you in.

“Ken- kenny! Hmm, you’re sososoo big,” you squeak beneath him, face buried in the pillow as his bulbous cock head kisses your cervix with every thrust, just light enough to be noticed but not painful. Nanami only finishes after you’ve finished, the feeling of your walls tightening around him and the sound of your sweet, delicate moans immediately sending him over the edge. His hips falter as he tries to thrust just a few more times before collapsing on top of you.

bear!hybrid nanami who keeps his cock nestled inside of you for the next few minutes before starting aftercare, wanting to make sure that every sperm cell has a chance to do its job. Even after he pulls out and cum dribbles from your hole, you still feel extremely bloated and full, one hand resting on your stomach as he tends to you with warm towels, hot drinks, and bucketfuls of affection.