[bluvzi]

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[bluvzi]

eating off of frat!toji's plate

contains : suggestiveness & fluff .

toji lounged back against the worn couch in the frat house living room , legs spread wide like he owned the damn place — which , as far as most of the brothers were concerned , he basically did .

the remnants of a late-night takeout spread covered the coffee table : half-empty boxes of fried rice , greasy egg rolls , and a massive plate of lo mein piled high with extra beef that he’d claimed for himself .

you were curled up beside him , knees tucked under you , looking entirely too innocent as you reached over with your chopsticks for the third time in five minutes .

a fat piece of beef disappeared from his plate , straight into your mouth .

toji's eyes narrowed , but the corner of his mouth twitched . “ again ? ”

you hummed sweetly , chewing with deliberate slowness . “ you weren’t eating it fast enough . ”

he let you get away with it ; he always did .

you'd been doing this since the first time he brought you around — stealing bites , batting your lashes , acting like his plate was community property .

it was cute ; annoying as hell , but cute .

until tonight.

when you went in for a fourth bite , toji's chopsticks flashed out and snatched the exact piece you were aiming for , popping it into his own mouth instead .

you blinked ; then your expression crumpled into pure drama .

“ tojii , ” you whined , dragging his name out like he’d just committed a war crime . “ that was mine . ”

“ was it ? ” he leaned back further , smirking as he chewed . “ looked like it was on my plate . ”

you huffed and reached again .

this time he was ready — his big hand caught your wrist mid-air , guiding your chopsticks right back to your own mostly - empty container .

“ starving me now ? " you accused , lips forming that perfect pout he secretly loved . “ i'm going to be malnourished because of you . wasting away right here on this couch ."

toji chuckled , deep and lazy , the sound vibrating through his chest .

he didn’t let go of your wrist , instead , he used it to tug you closer until you were practically in his lap , your soft thighs pressing against his .

“ yeah ? poor little thing ," he murmured , voice dropping into that dangerous register that always made your stomach flip . “ guess I’ll have to feed you myself then . ”

before you could protest , he picked up a generous bite of lo mein and held it up to your lips .

you narrowed your eyes at him , suspicious , but opened anyway .

the second you took it , he stole another piece right off your side of the table and ate it with a smug grin .

you gasped around the noodles . “ you thief ! "

“ payback's a bitch , bun ."

the nickname slipped out easy , the one he only used when the two of you were like this —tangled up and half-teasing , half-something warmer .

you squirmed in his lap , trying to look indignant even as you settled more comfortably against his broad chest .

“ i'll starve , ” you declared dramatically , poking a finger into his sternum . “ i'll faint from hunger and it’ll be all your fault ; they'll have to carry my frail , malnourished body out of this disgusting frat house . ”

toji's free arm wrapped around your waist , large palm splaying across your lower back , holding you flush to him .

his thumb rubbed slow circles through the thin fabric of your shirt . “ frail , huh ? "

he leaned in , lips brushing the shell of your ear . “ you feel pretty warm and meaty to me , real alive . "

you shivered , but kept up the act , turning your face away with an exaggerated sniff . “ that's because i'm running on the three bites I managed to steal before you turned cruel . ”

he laughed again , the sound low and fond , and offered you another bite from his plate — this time without stealing one back .

you took it , but not before shooting him a triumphant little look .

the rest of the food was eaten like that : slow , shared , with you perched in his lap and him occasionally sneaking bites from your portion just to watch you whine and wiggle .

by the time the containers were empty , you were fully draped over him , cheek pressed to his shoulder . “you're still mean , " you mumbled sleepily .

toji's hand stroked up and down your back . “ and you’re still a little thief . ”

you smiled against his neck . “ your little thief . "

“ damn right . ” he tilted your chin up , eyes dark and warm as they met yours . “ mine . ”

awh , my clients

[mrsblaileen]

Accidentally calling Sukuna “daddy” and doubling down on it when he questions you. nsfw 18+ mdni.

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It had slipped out before you can think better of it. In the throes of pleasure, struck by the heat of it and with drool beginning to dribble out from the corner of your parted lips you’d said it - “daddy”.

Before you could even consider how odd it really was, how jarring and out of place it might have sounded to someone so removed from the modern age as Sukuna. But with him moving above you, all rippling skin and thick firm muscle, that lewd honorific was all you could think to utter - to cry out in a strangled moan when he sunk back inside so deep that a sizzle of little stars danced in your vision.

“Daddy?” He echoes the word with a flourishing scoff, though it’s not judgement that laces his tone, to your dulled surprise you find that it’s interest.

“Well you’re -hn-…” you begin to reply, only to swallow down another choked moan when his hips roll in a particularly well placed thrust, “you’re gonna take care of me aren’t you?”

“How archaic,” he replies plainly, and though he offers nothing further you can tell by his sudden silence that the great cogs of his mind are turning.

Typically he would be teasing you, cruel taunts snuck between deceptively sweet little slips of praise. Not that you can find it in yourself to really concern yourself with his lack of banter, or with what he’s thinking about. Not with the way each steady pump is knocking all sense of coherency loose from your brain, adding a fine layer of dreamy fuzz over your vision.

His movement snares your attention as he shifts suddenly above you, his lower half dropping low enough that he can begin to grind between your spread legs. The spatter of hair at his base tickles at your over sensitive clit while the tip of him continues to kiss incessantly somewhere tight and silky - deep enough that a pleasant little ache blooms to life low in your gut.

His knuckles dig into the mattress either side of your head, muscles leaping in his thick forearms, and you groan unashamedly at the sudden closeness of him. You all but melt into the new layer of contact, head tossed sideward until your lips graze his skin, frantic breaths puffing hot and humid over the delicate skin of his wrist.

“Oh ffffu-huh-…oh fuck, ‘kuna…” you moan, shaking your head, lips parted in a mindless sort of awe.

All you can feel is the firm smack of his hips as he works you into the mattress. The sensation is stunning, all consuming, enough to send your legs into a trembling wobble on each downward pump, each thrust winding that little coil in your belly ever tighter.

“No,” He grunts from above you, “not ‘kuna.”

He lifts the last word into a pitched lilt - high and a little breathless in a pointed mockery of you.

“It’s daddy now, isn’t it?”

The sheer sound of his voice, that dirty word growled in his silky rumble is enough to send your eyes rolling skyward. You moan - weak, unashamed, and you hear him chuckle lowly in reply.

“What’s the matter?” He coos, though there’s nothing soothing about the hungry edge his voice has taken on, “you wanted me to take care of you, didn’t you?”

You nod wildly, struggling to lift your lids to blink up at him - a task which suddenly feels herculean with the way his attention is scrambling your already pleasure drunk brain.

“Go on,” he purrs, slow thrusts turned suddenly lethal - firm slaps of his hips tight and wet against your own. Your thighs are trembling now beneath the weight of his assault, wracked with the sheer force of each thrust, “call for me again, pet.”

And you do. You cry for him - spineless and pitiful and all manners of desperate, with tears beginning to dribble hot and glittering over your flushed cheeks.

[bluvzi]

instead of an art piece , satoru purchases you

contains : part one , stockholm syndrome themes , plot > seggs , nanami mention(s) , rich!satoru

you stir awake to the soft glow of morning light filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows ; the bed beneath you is impossibly comfortable , silk sheets whispering against your skin .

for a hazy moment , you think it was all a strange dream — the auction , the bids , the striking white-haired man who claimed you with a lazy grin and an absurd sum of money .

— but then , you feel it : the weight of a gaze .

satoru is lounging in an armchair pulled close to the bed , long legs stretched out , chin resting on one hand .

his usual sunglasses are off , pushed into that snowy hair of his ; blue eyes bright .

“ mornin’ , sleepyhead , ” he murmurs , and before you can fully process it , he leans in and pokes your forehead with two fingers — gentle , almost affectionate .

“ up we go , can't have you sleeping the day away . " he stands in one fluid motion , offering a hand. “ bath first . the tub is basically a private hot spring ; I could even scrub your back if you want —"

you sit up , clutching the sheets , still trying to piece together this reality .

satoru seems to take your silence as a no , retracting his hand and heading toward the ensuite bathroom . " suit yourself , but the offer stands anytime ."

the bathroom is luxurious beyond reason—marble , soft lighting , a tub deep enough to drown in .

steam rises invitingly as he starts the water for you , humming a carefree tune .

you hover in the doorway , mind racing . this can’t be real .

" i'm calling the police . this is illegal . kidnapping , human trafficking — whatever this is !"

satoru glances back at you , eyes sparkling with amusement . “ adorable you still believe in the system like that . "

he waves a hand airily . “ go ahead sweetheart ."

the moment he steps out , you lock the door behind you , heart hammering .

once you’re clean and wrapped in one of the plush robes , you step into the main living area , resolve hardening .

satoru doesn’t stop you from looking around for a phone — there are several in the penthouse , sleek and expensive , but something in his relaxed demeanor makes your fingers hesitate .

you didn't even quite know who he was ; didn't know what he did for a living and didn't know if the law would really let him get away with this .

satoru , now lounging on the wide sectional with an array of breakfast pats the cushion . " come on , eat up ."

from the open kitchen area , another voice cuts in — calm , measured , and clearly displeased . " this entire arrangement is unethical . i said as much when you brought her here . "

nanami adjusts his glasses ; he's dressed in a crisp button-down , sleeves rolled neatly , looking every bit the composed professional despite the bizarre morning .

satoru waves a dismissive hand and nanami gives you a brief , sympathetic glance , but says nothing more .

he clearly doesn’t approve of gojo's actions , but he lives here — sharing the sprawling , luxurious penthouse with its multiple wings , private gym , library , and rooftop access .

for now , he seems resigned to the situation .

satoru plucks a perfectly ripe strawberry from the elegant spread on the table and holds it to your lips . " say 'ahhh' . ”

you take it after a beat and he hums in satisfaction , sliding a full plate toward you — fluffy scrambled eggs , fresh fruit , warm pastries , and juice . “ eat properly , can't have you spoiling away .”

as you eat , he dotes without shame : refilling your glass , brushing an imaginary speck from your robe , offering little compliments that feel oddly genuine .

nanami remains at the far end of the sectional , occasionally shooting gojo a disapproving look , but otherwise staying out of it .

after you've been well-fed , satoru gives you a loose tour of the accessible areas . “ everything here is yours to use ; books , the theater room , art supplies , the pool on the terrace — whatever you want , just not the front door . ”

he taps a sleek security panel. " can't have my favorite wandering off , safety of course ."

you frown .

satoru suddenly pats your head , watching you with that same adoring intensity . “ you'll have some light tasks if you feel like it — keeping the plants watered , maybe sorting through the mail that comes in . mostly though, I just want your company ."

" company ? you have kento . "

satoru grins , catlike . " it's lonely at the top , kento knows that just as well as i do . "

for now , you’re his ; and he has every intention of making sure you never want to leave .

i could go on with this 4evs , but !

[moo-rin-s]

Someday I'll draw something New Year's… ... but not this year

[e30813122]

Everyone loves you, Hiromi 😘

He doesn’t know what to do with all those letters, will ask Shimizu for help.

[bluvzi]

nanami & higuruma find tomodachi life on your console

contains : suggestive , polyamorous relationship , a twinge && sprinkle of fluff .

the apartment was quiet when nanami and higuruma returned from their errands .

the late afternoon light slanted across the living room and your switch lay forgotten on the coffee table ; screen still glowing softly from where you had left it mid - game .

nanami noticed it first and picked the console up with two fingers , as if it were some curious artifact .

“ she left this out again . "

higuruma stepped closer , peering over his shoulder . “ that game she's been so attached to lately ; tomodachi something . "

they settled on the couch together ; the device looked small in nanami ’s larger hands .

three miis were clustered near the center of your island .

the one clearly meant to be higuruma carried an air of perpetual mild exhaustion while nanami's mii had a neat suit and slightly crooked glasses ; his head was comically oversized .

your own mii stood between them , perfectly proportioned in its simple way , linked to both with rows of pink hearts .

higuruma's eyebrows rose . “ well , that is us , isn't it ? "

“ evidently , “ nanami muttered dryly , though the corner of his mouth twitched . “ she's made my shoulders twice the width of my legs . "

higuruma snickered . " charming . "

they scrolled a little further ; the relationship log showed dates , shared meals , and several “ confessions “ between the three miis .

one entry even noted your mii giving both of theirs gifts late into the night .

“ i see , these little things have been romancing each other , “ higuruma murmured , voice calm but laced with amusement .

“ without our knowledge . bold of her . "

the front door clicked open ; you stepped inside and kicked off your shoes , only to freeze when you saw them both on the couch with your switch .

“ oh . . . "

nanami held it higher as you approached , his expression perfectly composed . “ care to explain why digital versions of us are living quite the domestic life with you ? "

you reached for the console , but higuruma caught you first ; long arms wrapped around your waist from behind and pulled you gently onto the couch between them . “ not so fast , sweetheart . "

you frowned .

nanami's free hand came up , fingers gently squishing your cheeks together as he tilted your face toward him ; his touch was warm and careful . “ what a guilty expression . "

“ they're cute , “ you mumbled around the gentle press of his fingers , nose scrunching in embarrassment .

higuruma chuckled softly against your ear . “ they are . . . uniquely proportioned . mine looks like i haven't slept in weeks . accurate , perhaps . “

he pressed a slow kiss to your temple , then another to the corner of your pouty mouth .

nanami lowered the switch enough for you to see , but kept it just out of easy reach . his thumb still lightly stroked your cheek .

“ they have been quite affectionate . “ his voice dropped , fond and teasing . “ should we be concerned about what else you've been teaching our digital counterparts ? “

you squirmed between them , laughing quietly as higuruma's fingers traced lazy circles on your side and nanami leaned in to kiss the other side of your face .

“ i was just playing , “ you protested lightly .

“ mm , playing , “ higuruma echoed , amused .

he nuzzled closer . “ next time you want us to be sweet on you , you could simply ask the real thing . "

nanami finally set the console aside on the table , turning fully toward you .

both men closed in , warm and solid .

nanami cupped your face while higuruma held you from behind ; they took turns pressing soft , lingering kisses to your cheeks and lips , teasing you with quiet chuckles each time your pout returned .

“ ridiculous game , “ nanami murmured against your skin , though his tone was anything but disapproving . “ we'll allow it , as long as the real us remain your favorites . “

higuruma nodded in agreement .

reblogs appreciated , romi & nanamin being bullies :,)

[grimnaru]

“ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴜʙɪɴᴇ.”

✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦

This artwork is mine. Do not repost it somewhere, or claim it as your own. Reblogs are appreciated!

[paperellina]

gruff toji w his younger gf who triggers the hell out of his cuteness aggression ☹️

gruff toji x younger gf who triggers his cuteness aggression ♡

the couch creaks under both your weight while you stay tucked into tojis side, practically melted against him beneath his arm, cheek warm against his chest while your fingers lazily toy with the collar of his shirt.

tojis trying real hard to ignore how cute you look.

but then you tilt your head up at him with that soft little smile, all warm eyes and sleepy affection, and something in him immediately snaps.

"fuckin’ hell," he mutters.

before you can even react, his hand grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together while he glares down at you like this is somehow your fault. you squeal instantly, giggling when he manhandles you closer, and that only makes it worse.

"aint nothin funny," he grumbles, voice rough while he drags you fully into his lap, one big arm locking around your waist tight enough to keep you pinned against him.

then he starts biting you.

rough little bites against your cheek, your jaw, your shoulder when he buries his face against your neck, all low irritated muttering under his breath while you squirm and laugh in his hold.

every squeal just makes him hold you tighter, and every giggle gets another bite.

he grumbles against your cheek before biting there again. "got me actin insane."

youre laughing so hard you can barely sit still, hands pushing weakly at his shoulders while he keeps mouthing at your face and neck like some irritated oversized dog taking all that cuteness aggression out on you.

his grip never loosens once, and If anything, he keeps dragging you closer every time you laugh, like he physically cannot get enough of you pressed against him.

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[bluvzi]

note: complete works && blurbs (//ᗕ)՞

jabber wonger ‹𝟹 dolly's lipgloss + jabber's injury

frat!ji && zen'in ‹𝟹 frat!ji && newbie + frat!ji seggs + frat!ji && his food

higuruma hiromi && kento nanami ( dilfs ) ‹𝟹 higuruma's sugabb + tomodachi lyfe

satoru ‹𝟹 satoru's purchase ( series )

ryomen sukuna ‹𝟹 him && pastries + u = cute && he = grr + he's greedy , ft. firelord zuko

pink = sfw && suggestive

[bluvzi]

instead of an art piece , satoru purchases you

contains : part two , stockholm syndrome themes , plot > seggs , nanami mention(s) , satoru is obv. a little odd

the dim , smoke-filled basement pulsed with low murmurs and the clink of expensive glasses .

you wobbled onto the auction block in your simple jeans and oversized sweater , heart hammering against your ribs .

this wasn’t supposed to happen .

one wrong turn after a disastrous delivery job and accidentally knocking over and shattering some obscenely priced sculpture — had landed you here as collateral .

“ replacement piece , ” they’d called you .

the auctioneer’s voice had been clinical . the bids climbed anyway .

“ two million . ”

the gavel fell before you could process it .

sold ; to satoru gojo .

he sauntered up to the stage like he owned the place — tall , silver - haired .

a mischievous grin split his face as he looked you over with the delighted curiosity of someone who’d just adopted a scruffy stray .

behind him stood a stern blond in glasses — nanami kento — whose expression remained carved from stone .

you took an instinctive step back , voice wary . “ this is kidnapping . i'm not . . . you can't just buy people . ”

“ technically , i bought the debt,” gojo corrected cheerfully , stepping closer .

he tilted your chin up with two fingers , studying your face with open fascination . “ and it's charity .”

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the penthouse was all sleek lines and floor-to-ceiling windows , the kind of place that screamed old money and zero consequences .

gojo had kept one hand lightly at the small of your back the entire ride over , guiding you like you might bolt . ( you'd considered it ) .

nanami , who had been silent since the bidding , exhaled sharply , loosening his tie . “ she’s not a pet , satoru . be careful with her ."

“ aw , nanamin , don’t be like that . i'm harmless ; besides , look at her . ” he tilted your chin again , turning your face toward his friend like he was showing off a new acquisition . “ soft , cute , she'll be well - cared for . "

nanami's sharp eyes flicked to you , assessing but detached .

there was no heat there , no interest — just mild concern .

you jerked from gojo's hold . " i have a life — work , an apartment — ”

“ details , ” gojo interrupted lightly , pressing a playful boop to your nose . “ you'll stay with me , plenty of space. "

before you could protest further , his hand drifted lower , delivering a light swat to your backside .

you startled with a sharp inhale , eyes narrowed to glare at him .

he only laughed , low and delighted . “ adorable , you're going to be so much fun to take care of ."

nanami watched the exchange with a tired expression , already turning on his heel towards a room that looked like it could be a study ; he had no interest in gojo's newest impulse .

satoru caught your wrist gently , tugging you toward the open kitchen . “ c'mon , you look half-starved , let's get some real food in you ; then i'll show you your room . my room . whatever feels right . ”

you followed , pulse racing ; this wasn’t normal . this wasn’t safe .

but the way gojo's fingers laced loosely with yours as he opened the fridge felt strangely… permanent .

reblogs appreciated , more satoru

[frostedpinkdoll]

︵ ೀ mdni. suguru and zuko are losing their minds trying to eat your pussy at the same time

"Zuko, move over—let me taste her properly," Suguru growls, his long black hair cascading over his shoulders as he shoves at the Firelord's scarred shoulder, both men kneeling between your spread thighs on the silk-draped bed.

Their breaths come hot and ragged against your exposed pussy, already slick and swollen from their earlier teasing touches.

"Fuck that," Zuko snaps back, amber eyes flashing with possessive fire, his topknot loosening as he leans in closer, the burn scar on his face tightening with frustration. "She's my wife—you get what's left after I make her scream first."

His tongue darts out, flat and insistent, lapping a bold stripe up your folds, the rough heat of it sending a jolt straight to your core. You arch off the mattress, a whimper escaping your lips as his mouth seals over your clit, sucking hard enough to make your toes curl.

Suguru isn't one to yield; his dark eyes narrow, a smirk curling his lips as he grips your inner thigh, nails digging in just shy of pain. "Sharing means we both devour her, idiot," he murmurs, voice low and velvety, before shoving his face right alongside Zuko's.

Their cheeks brush—Zuko's stubbled jaw scraping against Suguru's smoother skin—as Suguru's tongue plunges into your entrance, thrusting wet and deep while Zuko's circles your clit with relentless flicks.

The dual assault hits you like lightning, their mouths working in chaotic harmony, tongues battling for space on your dripping pussy.

"Oh god—yes, just like that," you gasp, your hands flying to their heads—one tangling in Zuko's loose black strands, the other fisting Suguru's silky locks. Your hips buck involuntarily, grinding against their faces, the obscene slurps and moans vibrating through your sensitive flesh.

Zuko's tongue presses flat against your clit, rubbing side to side with urgent pressure, while Suguru's delves deeper, curling inside you to stroke your walls, his lips sucking at your folds like he's starving.

Suguru pulls back just enough to speak, his chin glistening with your arousal, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your throbbing entrance. "Taste how wet she is for us? She's fucking soaking my tongue—bet you can't make her clench like I do."

He dives back in, two fingers joining his tongue, scissoring inside your tight heat, stretching you open as his mouth latches onto the side of your pussy, licking broad and greedy.

Zuko growls against your skin, the vibration making you shudder, his free hand sliding up your thigh to join Suguru's—his rougher fingers brushing against the curse user's smoother ones as they both pump into you now, three digits total twisting and curling in unison.

"Shut up and eat her out properly," Zuko retorts, his voice muffled as he sucks your clit between his teeth, nipping lightly before soothing it with rapid laps. "Feel that? Her pussy's pulsing around our fingers because of me. She's mine—ours—but I'll make her cum first."

Their rivalry only amps the intensity; tongues clash accidentally over your clit, wet and messy, as they lap at you from different angles—Zuko focusing on the swollen nub, sucking and flicking with firebender precision, while Suguru's mouth explores lower, tongue-fucking your hole alongside their thrusting fingers.

Your thighs tremble around their heads, the heat of their breaths mingling, sweat beading on Zuko's sharp jawline and trickling down to mix with the slick mess on Suguru's elegant features.

The room fills with the sounds of their feast: wet smacks, hungry groans, and your escalating moans as pleasure builds like a storm.

"Suguru—Zuko—don't stop, please," you beg, your voice breaking as you rock against their mouths, chasing the edge. Suguru's fingers hook inside you, grazing that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids, while Zuko's thumb joins the fray, rubbing firm circles over your clit now that his tongue dips down to lick at Suguru's invading digits.

They're losing it, both men panting like animals, their cocks straining against their pants—Zuko's formal red robes hiked up, Suguru's dark attire disheveled—as they fight for every drop of your essence.

"Fuck, she's so sweet," Suguru groans, pulling his fingers out only to replace them with his tongue again, thrusting deeper while Zuko takes over the clit-sucking, his lips forming a tight seal that pulls a cry from your throat. "I could bury my face in this pussy all night—watch her squirt on my tongue while you just kneel there."

Zuko's response is a heated snarl, his hand fisting in Suguru's hair to yank him closer, forcing their mouths to overlap completely now.

Tongues tangle not just with you but each other in the slick chaos, both lapping at your folds simultaneously, one on each side, their noses bumping your clit as they devour you.

"Like hell—I'm the one making her thighs shake. Taste her cum when I push her over." His fingers plunge back in, three now, pumping fast and deep, knuckles grazing Suguru's chin as the other man sucks at your entrance around them.

The overload is too much; your body seizes, orgasm ripping through you like wildfire. "I'm—cumming!" you scream, walls clamping down on Zuko's fingers, gushing wetness over both their faces.

They don't let up—Suguru's tongue thrusts through your spasms, lapping up the flood, while Zuko sucks your clit through the waves, prolonging the ecstasy until you're a trembling mess, hips jerking erratically.

But they're not done; as you come down, gasping for air, Suguru lifts his head, lips shiny and swollen, eyes wild with lust.

"That was just the start—look at her, still dripping. My turn to make her beg." He shoves Zuko aside playfully, but the Firelord pushes right back, both men diving in again, tongues fighting for dominance over your oversensitive pussy.

Zuko's mouth claims your clit once more, sucking with renewed vigor, his scarred face buried deep as his tongue flicks mercilessly. "No—mine to finish," he mutters, voice thick with need, one hand reaching down to palm his own hard cock through his pants, the outline thick and throbbing.

Suguru counters by spreading your folds wider with his thumbs, exposing every inch for his tongue to trace, dipping in to swirl around Zuko's relentless assault.

Their free hands roam your body—Suguru's palming your breast, pinching the nipple hard, while Zuko's traces fire patterns on your thigh, the warmth almost bending the air.

"You're both—driving me insane," you moan, grinding down on their faces, the friction sparking aftershocks that make your toes curl.

Suguru's tongue presses flat against your entrance, lapping upward to clash with Zuko's on your clit, their lips brushing in the mess, accidental kisses turning heated as they lose themselves in you.

Saliva and your arousal drip down their chins, soaking the sheets, the air thick with the scent of sex and their mingled groans.

Suguru breaks away briefly, his breath hot on your inner thigh. "Tell him how good my tongue feels stretching you—deeper than his ever could." He demonstrates, plunging in long and slow, fucking you with it while his fingers circle your ass teasingly, adding a new layer of sensation.

Zuko's eyes blaze, jealousy fueling his efforts; he sucks harder, teeth grazing your clit just enough to sting sweetly, his fingers joining Suguru's at your entrance now, both sets pumping in tandem—four fingers total, stretching you wide and filling you completely.

"Liar—she's creaming on my mouth. Say it, princess—tell him I'm the one who owns this pussy." His voice is wrecked, raw desire cracking through his commanding tone, the gold ornament in his topknot glinting as he shakes his head side to side, tongue lashing your clit.

The dual penetration of their fingers, combined with the constant licking, builds you up again impossibly fast. "Both of you—fuck, I love it," you cry, your hands pulling them closer, forcing their faces flush against you.

They relent into sync, tongues and fingers working as one: Suguru thrusting deep while Zuko circles high, their cheeks pressed together, breaths syncing in hot puffs.

Your second climax hits harder, a tidal wave that has you screaming their names, pussy clenching rhythmically around their digits, squirting lightly onto their eager mouths.

They drink you down greedily—Suguru swallowing with a satisfied hum, Zuko licking every drop with fervent laps—until you're boneless, quivering in the aftermath.

Panting, they finally pull back, faces flushed and slick, eyes locked on each other with a mix of rivalry and shared hunger. Suguru wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking. "Not bad, Firelord—but next time, I get her ass while you watch."

Zuko chuckles darkly, leaning in to kiss you fiercely, tasting yourself on his lips before nipping your earlobe.

"Dream on. She's still trembling from me." His hand slides up your thigh, fingers teasing your spent entrance. "Ready for round three? We could take turns fucking you senseless."

Suguru's grin widens, his cock freed from his pants now, hard and leaking as he strokes himself lazily. "Or both at once—stretch that pretty pussy around us."

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trueform!ryomen && his greed

contains : bl themes - between ryomen & zuko , suggestive , concubine!reader .

ryomen sukuna had always been greedy .

the finest food, the finest entertainment, the finest trinkets and treasures ; if something caught his eye , he took it , simple .

yet , for the first time in quite a while , his gaze held two desires at once .

one that was already his , and one that was not .

across from him sat firelord zuko - a noble visitor , sharp-featured and strikingly pretty in the candlelight ; his posture straight and proud despite the way sukuna's gaze devoured him .

you were knelt beside him , warm and pliant while his lower hand was rested atop your head . it was heavy and a reminder of how thoroughly he had indulged you only hours earlier .

" firelord zuko ," sukuna rumbled , deep and resonant . " you come to discuss matters of territory and alliance ?"

zuko's golden eyes flicked up, steady . " of course , alliances are vital ."

a low chuckle rolled from ryomen's chest , the mouth on his abdomen curling into a wicked smile as it licked its lips .

two of his upper arms rested on his seat , the remaining two rested on you - one still heavy on your head and the other sliding down the curve of your throat to feel any little swallow .

“ indeed ,” the brute murmured . " vital and rather delicate ; one must be careful what one offers in such negotiations ."

His upper hand reached forward , gesturing toward the low table between them .

the movement brought his fingers deliberately close to zuko's wrist , brushing against it as he poured more wine into the firelord's cup .

the touch lingered , heavy and intentional , thumb pressing lightly against the sensitive skin there before withdrawing .

zuko's jaw tightened , but he accepted the cup with controlled grace . “ you seem distracted from the topic at hand , ryomen .”

“ and you seem tense , zuko .” sukuna observed ; one pair of his eyes remained fixed on the firelord's face , while the other pair drifted lower . “ does my touch displease you ? or does it unsettle you for a different reason ?”

" i did not come here to be toyed with ; you speak of alliances , but your hands speak otherwise ."

you , who had been silent and observant , lifted your head slightly , eyes warm with quiet longing as you gazed at the firelord . “ my lord is very generous when he finds something he wants ."

the hand of sukuna's that rested on your throat stroked approvingly , and you leaned into it like a contented kitten . “ he would be very good to you , as he is to me .”

you gazed at zuko through half-lidded eyes , whatever your lord desired — you would welcome .

“ listen to her ," sukuna leaned in , casting zuko in his shadow . “ alliances can take many forms , some are sealed with ink and words ; others with flesh and surrender ."

the tension coiled in the room , thick enough to taste as for once . . .

ryomen sukuna waited .

>ᨓ< might make a another part ; see a lot of suguru && zuko fics .

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higuruma hiromi && sugarbb!reader , who wants just one "little" thing

contains : spanking , riding , age- gap romance , more prn than plot .

hiromi sat in the wide oak chair , tie loosened and sleeves rolled up his forearms ; case notes still scattered across the desk in front of him .

you padded in from the bedroom wearing nothing but one of his button-down shirts , the hem brushing the tops of your thighs and the sleeves hanging long past your wrists .

you kept the idea of a deed hidden in the back of your mind , tucked within like a secret .

“ hiromi … ” you murmured , voice soft and dreamy the way it always got when you were trying to be extra sweet .

you circled the desk slowly , hips swaying just enough to look innocent . “ you’ve been working all evening . don’t you want to take a break ? ”

he didn’t look up right away but the corner of his mouth twitched .

“ i know that tone . ” his deep voice rolled low , calm but amused . “ what are you hiding , sweetheart ? ”

you stopped beside his chair and leaned in close enough for him to catch the warm vanilla scent on your skin .

“ nothing bad , ” you pouted sweetly , tilting your head .

“ just … i found something today . something pretty . and i thought … maybe if i make you feel really good tonight , you’d get it for me ? ”

hiromi finally set the pen down .

he turned in the chair , brown eyes lifting to meet yours with that sharp knowing look .

his hand came up , long fingers brushing your jaw before sliding down to rest at the base of your throat , thumb stroking slow .

“ you think you can bargain with me like that ? ” he asked , voice dropping lower . “ come here . ”

you let him pull you onto his lap , straddling his thighs .

the shirt rode up and his free hand settled on your bare hip , squeezing once , warm and possessive .

the size of his palm always made you feel small in the best way .

you shifted closer , already feeling him half-hard beneath you through his slacks .

“ i’ll be so good , ” you whispered , leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth , then his jaw , soft and coaxing .

“ i promise . just … one little deed . it’s not even that expensive . ”

he chuckled quietly , the sound vibrating through his chest .

his hand slid lower , cupping your ass and giving it a firm squeeze before delivering a sharp stinging smack that made you jolt and let out a tiny surprised sound .

“ greedy today , aren’t you ? ” another smack , harder this time .

you squirmed on his lap but didn’t pull away , instead rocking your hips down against the growing bulge , slow and deliberate .

hiromi’s grip tightened , guiding your movements . " acting soft and sweet , batting those eyes like i don’t know exactly what you’re doing . ”

he leaned back , watching you with dark heavy-lidded eyes as you rode the friction between you .

the shirt slipped off one shoulder .

“ you want that deed ? then show me how much . ride me and maybe … maybe i’ll consider spoiling my pretty little thing . ”

your breath caught as you reached down between you , fingers working his belt open with careful little tugs .

you pulled him free , thick and heavy in your hand .

he was big enough that your fingers barely wrapped around him , the sight always making that fluttery feeling bloom low in your belly .

you lined him up and sank down slow , inch by inch , a soft whimper slipping out as he stretched you open .

hiromi groaned low , head tipping back for a moment before his gaze locked on where your bodies joined , watching himself disappear inside you .

“ that’s it , ” he murmured , voice rough .

one hand stayed on your ass , spanking you again in time with your first rolls of your hips , sharp little stings that made you clench tighter around him .

“ take all of me . you can do it , can’t you ? my good girl always does . ”

you braced your hands on his shoulders and started moving faster , rising and sinking , thighs trembling from the effort and the deep full feeling .

every time you dropped down he bucked up to meet you , driving himself even deeper .

hiromi’s other hand slipped under the shirt , palm splaying warm across your stomach , feeling the way it moved with each thrust .

“ fuck , you’re tiny compared to me , ” he breathed , eyes dark with hunger . “ look how well you still take it . ”

you leaned forward , pressing your forehead to his , breath mingling as you rode him harder .

“ please , hiromi … i’ll be perfect for you . just say yes . ”

he captured your mouth in a deep kiss , tongue sliding against yours , then pulled back just enough to nip at your bottom lip .

another firm smack landed on your ass , making you moan into his mouth .

“ keep going , ” he ordered softly , voice steady even as his breathing grew ragged .

“ make me cum first , sweetheart . then we’ll talk about signing that deed . ”

you smiled against his lips , soft and sweet and just a little sly , because you already knew you had him .

you always did .

you rocked your hips with renewed purpose , determined to earn every single inch of what you wanted .

urgh , hiromi && kento .

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obsessive!jabber is injured && his dolly! makes it alll better

contains : lite masochism .

jabber hisses through his teeth when he shifts on the bed , the compression wrap around his ribs pulling just tight enough to remind him he’s still fucked up from that dumbass tackle at practice two days ago .

bruised ribs , mild sprain in his shoulder — nothing broken , nothing that needs surgery , just enough to get the team trainer barking “ rest , no contact , no bullshit ” for the next week and a half .

and you’ve been treating him like he’s made of glass ever since .

he’s sprawled on his back in your dorm bed ( because his roommate’s got his girl over and he wasn’t about to listen to that all night ) , one arm flung over his eyes , the other resting careful on his stomach .

you’re perched on the edge of the mattress , slathering menthol gel onto his shoulder like you’re defusing a bomb .

“ baby , ” he drawls , voice low and lazy , that signature half - grin tugging at his mouth even though it hurts to breathe deep . “ you gon’ rub that in or you just tryna tease me ? ”

you huff . “ i’m tryna make sure you don’t end up worse because you’re stubborn . ”

“ i’m stubborn ? ” he drops his arm , dark eyes locking on yours . “ you the one actin’ like touchin’ me below the waist is gon’ kill me . ”

“ jab— ”

“ nah , nah , listen . ” he pushes up on his good elbow , slow , wincing only a little . “ doc said no contact sports . didn’t say shit about my girl ridin’ me careful . you been dodgin’ me for two whole days like i got the plague . ”

you squint . “ i don’t wanna hurt you . ”

“ you ain’t gon’ hurt me . ” his voice dips , that smooth , coaxing tone he knows gets under your skin . “ you know how i like it when you on top anyway . all you gotta do is move slow . let me watch . let me feel you . that’s it . ”

he reaches out with his good hand , fingers curling loose around your wrist , thumb brushing the inside where your pulse is already going haywire .

“ c’mon , doll , ” he murmurs . “ i’m dyin’ over here . hard as fuck just thinkin’ about you sittin’ on me . you really gon’ leave me like this ? ”

you bite your lip , glancing at the wrap on his ribs , the ice pack he abandoned on the nightstand .

he clocks it immediately .

“ bruises ain’t on my dick , baby . ” he tugs you closer , gentle but insistent . “ promise i’ll tell you if it hurts . cross my heart . ”

you hesitate one more second — then you’re climbing over him , careful , knees bracketing his hips .

he lets out a long , relieved breath the second your weight settles , palms sliding up your thighs under the oversized tee you’re wearing ( his , technically , stolen weeks ago ) .

“ there she goes , ” he mutters , eyes heavy - lidded . “ that’s my doll . ”

you lean down , kissing him slow , mindful of the way his breath catches when you press too close to his ribs .

he groans into your mouth anyway , tongue lazy and hungry , one hand cupping the back of your neck while the other slips between your legs .

no panties . of course .

“ fuck , ” he breathes against your lips . “ you been walkin’ around like this ? wet for me this whole time ? ”

“ shut up , ” you whisper , but there’s no heat in it .

he chuckles , low and rough , fingers sliding through slick folds , circling your clit just enough to make your hips jerk .

“ take these off , ” he says , tugging at the hem of your shirt . “ wanna see you . ”

you pull it over your head , toss it somewhere behind you .

his eyes rake down your body like he’s starving , good hand palming your breast , thumb flicking over your nipple until it pebbles .

“ goddamn , ” he mutters . “ perfect . always so fuckin’ perfect . ”

you reach down , fumbling with his sweats , shoving them just low enough to free him .

he’s already leaking , thick and heavy against his stomach .

you wrap your fingers around him , stroking once , twice — his head tips back , throat working on a quiet curse .

“ baby — c’mon , don’t play wimme . ”

you line him up , sink down slow , inch by inch , watching his face the whole time for any sign of pain .

all you get is his mouth falling open , eyes rolling back a little , that long exhale like he’s been holding it for days .

“ fuuuck , ” he groans , both hands settling on your hips — careful , not gripping too hard . “ there we go . just like that . nice and easy . ”

you roll your hips , shallow at first , testing . his abs flex under the wrap , breath hitching , but he doesn’t flinch away .

if anything , he pushes up to meet you , just enough to nudge deeper .

“ feel so good , ” he rasps . “ missed this pussy so bad . been dreamin’ about it . ”

you pick up the rhythm — slow , deliberate , grinding more than bouncing so his ribs don’t take the impact .

every time you circle your hips he lets out these broken little sounds , half moan , half curse , fingers digging into your thighs .

“ look at me , ” he pants . “ want those eyes when you come . ”

you lock gazes , heat crawling up your spine . he’s watching you like you’re the only thing in the world — sweat beading on his forehead , lips parted , that cocky little smirk gone soft and wrecked .

“ jabs — ” you whimper .

“ yeah , baby . let it go . come all over me . i got you . ”

he slips his thumb between you , rubbing messy circles over your clit , and that’s it — you shatter , thighs shaking , nails biting into his shoulder , ( the good one ) .

he follows right after , hips jerking up once , twice , spilling deep with a low , guttural “ fuck doll ” that vibrates through you both .

you collapse forward — careful — forehead against his collarbone .

he wraps his good arm around you , palm rubbing slow circles on your back , both of you breathing hard .

after a minute he huffs a laugh , voice hoarse .

“ see ? still alive . told you . ”

you pinch his side — light , away from the bruise .

“ shut up . ”

he grins , kissing your temple .

“ love you too , baby . ”

( he’s still gonna milk the injury for at least a few more days of you babying him though . you both know it . )

@takemymoney23 @ghostofasushi

a/n : ik it's cannon / in character for jabber to be a masochist , but i'm not into the violent seggs when i'm writing him with dolly!reader so :)

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'kuna thinks you're so fucking cute

contains : overstimulation , cuteness aggression , ruff sex

it wasn’t intentional , never was with you . you’d come in wearing that oversized shirt - his shirt - with your bare thighs , your lashes fluttering like you didn’t know how to hold eye contact for more than two seconds without squirming .

bambi eyes , shy little smile , nibbling on your pout while you asked if he wanted something to drink .

sakuna stared at you like you were a problem he was about to solve with his dick .

“ what ?” you asked , blinking at him obliviously .

he didn’t speak , just stood ; and you took one small step back .

“ don’t ,” he warned , voice a rumble beneath his skin .

“ i didn’t do anything !”

“ you never do anything ,” he snapped , crossing the room in two strides . “ that’s the problem .”

your back hit the wall and you looked at him with those goddamn’d glossy, deer-in-the-headlights eyes ; that was it ; gone .

he grabbed your throat , not tight , just to hold you there - and ducked down to your ear , teeth grazing the shell .

“ ‘ kuna ,”

“ shut-up .” his hand slid under that shirt , groaning low when he felt bare skin . no panties , no nothing .

of course not , of course not .

“ you’re so fucking cute , it pisses me off .”

. . then he slid into you .

hard , deep , cream making the stretch feasible .

“ yeah ,” sakuna murmured , “ that’s what i needed .”

you clawed at his shoulders , barely able to breathe . “s’kuna !”

“ no , “ he snarled .

sakuna fucked into your body like it was an outlet for everything he couldn’t say out loud .

frustration . obsession . the raw need to ruin what made him weak .

" you look at me like i hung the damn moon ,” he hissed against your throat. “ you giggle and act like i’m not the worst thing that’s ever happened to you .”

“ i-i don’t - ah !”

“ you do ,” he snapped , grabbing your hips and slamming you down onto him , your back smacking the wall with every thrust . “ you fucking do .”

” let’s see how long you last before i break you open . ”

“ ‘kuna ! ” you sniffled .

you’re sure you’re already broken .

masterlist ugh i love this man

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frat!fushiguro molds your insides

contains : making it "fit" , degradation , macrophilia & microphilia , dacryphilia

toji had you folded up , knees pressed to your chest , his heavy weight pressing you into the mattress like you were nothing more than a toy caught under him .

your cunt was stretched obscenely around his cock , every thick inch spearing into you , and still he wasn’t satisfied .

“hnn , tight little hole’s still fightin’ me ,” he groaned , watching the way you clenched down around him , your pussy fluttering helplessly.

his hand came down hard , fingers gripping your cheek , squishing your lips as he forced you to look at him . “thought i told you—this cute body’s mine . gotta shape it until it remembers .”

his hips snapped forward , brutal , grinding deep enough that you swore he was hitting your cervix every time .

you sobbed , your walls quivering , trying to keep up with the brutal pace , but toji only laughed—mean , low , filthy .

“you feel that ?” he pressed a broad hand against your lower belly , the bulge of his cock visible under your soft skin . “that’s me , sittin’ so deep i could carve my fuckin’ name inside you .”

he gave your stomach a firm push , making you scream around the stretch . “gonna bully this pussy ‘til it stays molded just for me .”

your nails clawed at his arms , useless , desperate . “t-toji , too much !”

“nah ,” he sneered , rutting harder , making your slick gush down your thighs . “ain’t enough . you’ll take it , bun . ‘cause you were made for it . made for me .”

he kept rolling his hips in filthy circles , grinding into you , making sure you felt every inch , every ridge . his cock dragged along every trembling spot inside you until you were dripping all over his lap .

“listen to that ,” he growled , pulling out just enough to slam back in , the wet squelch of your cunt filling the air . “soaked . messy little bun likes gettin’ ruined . i could fuck you raw every day ‘til you can’t walk campus without limpin’—you’d still beg for more .”

he bent low , his teeth grazing your neck as his cock bottomed out again , the head bullying into the deepest part of you . “one day , pussy’s gonna remember my shape . gonna open up the second i touch it , hungry for me , nothin’ else .

"that’s what you want , huh ? to be broken in , stuffed full ; stretched so good you’ll never fit another dick in here ?”

you choked on a sob , your body trembling , but your walls clamped down around him so tight it made him grunt .

“fuck yeah ,” he hissed , pace growing reckless , hips slamming until the bedframe squealed . “she’s learnin’ already . greedy little bunnyhole’s takin’ notes .”

a/n : bc i luv frat!toji :)