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THE ELECTRIC LADY - S. GETO
pairing: sword swallower!suguru geto x electric lady!reader
summary: for as long as you can remember, you’ve always been with suguru, in and out of the circus and all over the world. after a night of performing, you come to a realization about suguru—something he’s known forever about you.
contents: nsfw, a bit of angst, resolving unresolved feelings, oral (f receiving), fingering, some stuff about sword swallowing and being electrocuted etc, 18+ mdni!!! wc: 4k
pepper’s note: this is my entry for @lemonswirlss circus freaks collab!!! big thank you to lemon for letting me be apart of this, it was so much fun! and big thank you to @xstars-alignedx for beta reading!!!
Suguru Geto is world-renowned.
He's not only talented, he is beautiful, he is a performer and an excellent one at that. The crowds he controls are nothing more than putty in his hands, being made to give the right amount of oohs and aahs whenever he wants them to. He has set records and broken them time and time again, the true beast of your act.
You are the beauty. Sure, you aren't as widely-known as your performance partner, but you are just as striking, just as capable of pulling wonder from the crowd. You are poised, peaceful and graceful in every grotesque act you put on. Though, nothing about what you do is peaceful.
You couldn't name a specific time when you found out your talents—just that it never hurt you in the way it was supposed to. As time went on, the voltage went up, the more you added to your acts; light bulbs, neon signs, gasoline to light things on fire. The people around you watched in wonder as you were effectively struck by lightning from a 100,000 volt coil. You did it all, adding more jeopardy to your life, and looked flawless while doing so.
That is how the electric lady came to be.
SINFUL
𝜗❀𝜚 pairing: priest!choso x princess!reader
𝜗❀𝜚 mdni. porn with plot. chasity cage. oral sex (f! receiving). gojo cameo.
“Have you come to repent your sins?”
No, you came to cum.
You squirmed in your confessional seat, glancing through the thin grate separating you from your priest, fiddling with the fancy fabric of your dress as you swallowed the lump in your throat.
“I wanted to see you,” you murmured, thighs pressing together as you tried to untangle the treacherous desire coiling around your heart.
Waiting for him to reply with bated breath, fingers trembling as you tried to picture the expression on his face.
Would he blush? Bite down on the inside of his cheek as his dark brows pinched together in disappointment you hadn’t even made it a full day before returning to him?
You heard the creak of the other confessional door swinging open, your pulse pounding in your ears as hope bloomed in your chest - and heat pooled in your core.
Was it wrong to want your priest?
To dream about the low rumble of his voice when he whispered your name or the way his soft hands felt on your face?
Truly, it wasn’t your fault he ensnared your soul - even if he had sworn to save it.
All it had taken was for you to get caught in a semi-compromising position with one of your knights for your family to panic of your virtue.
What good was a princess they couldn’t profit off of? One that might screw up the political alliance they planned on by selling you off to another snobby royal or noble?
Your parents had decided that your promiscuity was a problem only a priest could fix.
Who, in turn, came up with a solution that only made that you so much worse.
Being confined in a chastity cage was supposed to be a lesson. To teach you to not crave the pleasure of the flesh and prevent you from committing a cardinal sin.
Perhaps it would have worked if the only man who had the key didn’t have a proclivity for pleasure himself.
“Don't you have duties to attend to?" Choso dryly asked as he shut himself in with you, nose scrunching up as he scrutinized you, the marking across it standing bold even in the dim shadows of the booth.
"I was in dire need of your guidance," you lied, a little sin you were sure he'd make sure you asked forgiveness for later.
He clicked his tongue twice as he looked down at you, serious stare searing through you as he shook his head.
“Please help me,” you pouted, pushing out your bottom lip and clasping your hands together like you were ready to pray. "You're the only one who can."
He slipped underneath your skirts, big hands drifting over your legs before running across the cool metal of the cage he'd been keeping you all locked up in.
It had been humiliating at first, your face flushing when he showed you that it still allowed you to use the bathroom, that its sole purpose was to prevent anyone else from using you. But after a number of frustrating nights and even more numerous days of returning to his confessional to complain, he proposed a solution to solve your problem - and maybe scratch an itch of your own.
His tongue diving inside you didn't count as sex, right?
The key clicked in the lock.
And freedom felt a lot like his breath on your freshly exposed skin and his fingers sinking into your soft thighs.
"You'll send us both to Hell," he murmured, gravel stuck in his throat before his mouth latched onto your clit and feverishly sucked.
You wouldn't mind going if it was with him.
An afterlife spent squeezing his head between your thighs actually sounded perfect. His tongue swirling lazily around your pussy, drawing soft moans he had to keep shushing, your fingers itching to rake through his dark hair as you threw your head back and bit your lip to stifle your sounds.
A man like him had promised himself to his gods.
He wasn't supposed to marry or even make love.
You supposed you were really just his loophole.
And judging by the way he grunted and groaned as his tongue dragged across your walls, swimming around in the taste of you, you knew no matter how many times he tried to tell himself he was simply serving you, he never failed to finish too.
Thumb dimpling your flesh, his nose nudging so perfectly against the sensitive bud above your entrance, the warmth in your chest making your head feel all fuzzy as you bucked your hips up to drive his tongue further.
You were going to get what you came here for.
On the brink, so close you could practically taste your release yourself, letting out a barely audible whimper of his name as you pressed down on his head through your dress and-
"Well, what do we have here?" An annoyingly familiar voice called out, your eyes snapping open as you found the knight who used to warm your bed leaning again the now-open door.
"L-leave now," you stuttered, the priest between your thighs refusing to stop eating you out even after you'd been caught. His grip only tightened, his tongue forcing its way even deeper as you struggled not to squeak.
"Nah," he smirked, blue eyes glittering with amusement as he chuckled. "I wanna join."
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div cr: @petalpxl
MDNI - top fan! Satoru Gojo
'Till death do us part, hah,' your number one top fan! Satoru Gojo can't help but stroke his thick, veiny cock as he recites those vows he'll have for you soon, blushed tip just dripping all that milky pre cum drippin' from that little hole on the head.
Oh, he'd say them very, very fucking soon indeed.
You, the pretty OF star on his screen, bent over and giggling right at him, he swears it. You're surely not looking at any of these other losers' names, no, you must be looking at his.
'Gonna f-fuck...' Satoru's stroking his cock faster, whimpering out as you glide that dildo he bought you in and out of your pretty little cunt, stretching it out and whining as you take it.
Well, it was a direct replica of his cock, so of course you couldn't stuff it all. But don't worry - when Satoru gets you finally, and he folds you in a mating press, fingers pressed into the backs of your thighs? Oh, he'll have you take all of him.
'Till I can see my print inside,' he's chuckling again, lost as he takes some of that messy pre and licks it, moaning and gliding it across his lips. He's fucking his fist in time to your sad attempts at fucking yourself with his veiny replica, he can't help but smirk, using one hand to type.
Having trouble takin' cock, sweetheart?
Well you are indeed, you've never had something so big and long trying to fit inside you - in fact, this was the first time you've used more than a cute little plug or a wand on your pussy on cam. Yet, when it's from your top fan, you can't help but want to show off for him.
Your puffy lips are pathetically trying to fit around it, no matter how wet you are, you can't even get half - the tips are just rolling in, but none like him - like DigiMaster89.
truly -what a fucking name. Yet you know that he loves when you spread wide, and you truly want to be a good girl for him.
Even if you don't even know what he looks like, you'd love to make him proud, taking more and more of that cock and shaking, thighs trembling as your cunt is spasming, begging for a little reprieve with how full you're stuffed.
'Ngh!' You're crying out now, as Satoru leans forward, remembering his vows.
he got distracted.
'Oh, where was I?' he caresses the screen, before spitting down his cock again, letting it slip to the base. 'Ah, I remember. To fucking cherish that slutty lil' cunt. Ah, baby I solemnly swear and all that sh-shit....'
White locks fall across a brow as you squirt all over for the first time on camera, clear fluids just gushing out, just in time for his white to squirt right on the screen, right against his future wife, some of it even smattering against his glasses. He can't help but whimper out your name, hand just trembling, taking his glasses off to lap a bit of his sticky mess.
God, imagine when you're squirting all over his glasses?
Satoru can't wait to finally have you all to himself, don't you know you're already his future fucking wife?
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i'm doing better so here is filth hehe <3
Getting Primal .ᐟ
𝜗𝜚: satoru, suguru, nanami, choso, hiromi, toji
note: asking them not to shave their pubic area because you find it hot !
warnings: pubes, sexual, suggestive, cursing, crack, f!reader
I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS
satoru gojo eats you out until he falls asleep / 0.3k
cw: 18+ mdni gojo is pussy-drunk, oral (f!reader receiving), no use of y/n, fluff
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he’s nestled between your legs, his head slightly resting on your thigh, tongue swirling over your swollen clit. he’s been at this for god knows how long already—licking and suckling on your clit like it was his lifeline.
you were exhausted from the many orgasms he managed to pull from you.
“just one more, baby,” he pleaded, voice low and a little wrecked, pressing gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs. “can you do that for me?"
you nodded, and his lips closed around your clit. you moaned breathlessly, back arching slightly off his bed. you dared a glance down at him and your cunt clenched around nothing.
the sight of him alone almost sent you barreling over the edge. his cheeks were glistening with your slick, white hair completely tousled and messy from how hard you’d been pulling on it, those brilliant blue eyes dark and heavy-lidded, lashes fluttering like he was fighting sleep just to keep tasting you.
“satoru,” you whine, reaching down to grab his hand. he takes hold of it immediately, giving you a gentle squeeze, thumb brushing over your knuckles.
his eyes slip shut as he loses himself in the taste of you. lips still working against your clit, slow and indulgent.
slower. slower. slower.
he’s barely tracing the tip of his tongue through your folds now, movements lazy and dreamy, those long white lashes resting against his flushed cheeks. his breathing has gone deep and even, warm puffs of air against your over-sensitive skin.
you were having an even harder time keeping your own eyes open, but you couldn’t fight it off any longer. you fell asleep with satoru sound asleep against the plush of your thighs, his tongue still pressed soft and warm to your clit, his hand still entwined with yours.
꒰ ੭⭒ Midnight⭒੭ ꒰
The clock is striking midnight, but you find yourself in the arms of none other than the most eligible man in the nation - Prince Gojo. Teaching you how to dance and then sneaking a kiss, it's almost enough to make you forget who you really are. When reality comes crashing and all Satoru is left with is a pretty earring that fell on those steps, can he ever find the girl in the mask?
pairings - prince! gojo x cinderella! reader
warnings- first time kisses, literally a fairy tale, love at first sight, fingering, no sex bc our man is making us wait for the wedding. Fluffier than any of my usual and maybe my sweetest Gojo <3 - 5.2k wc
This is part of @jazzthatonewriterchick's ain't no fairytale event! congrats on your following, and TYSM for inviting me! <3
yummy ass prince gojo art is by my bb @levitonin plz go follow them on x and here they're insanely talentedd!
You step into the elegant ballroom as you clutch your gown in your hands, the delicate material crimping in your tight grip. It's scandalous for you to be here - the illegitimate daughter of a high lord, the stepsister to the real ladies.
Are you an imposter? Are you a dreamer? The questions swirl in your mind as you peer up at the pretty chandelier dangling above the room, casting its soft glow upon everyone swirling over the marble floor in pretty pirouettes.
That's when you lay eyes on him - Prince Gojo, it's the official season where he will indeed be looking for a match, and every girl along with every hungry mama is after him. Partly he seems fine with the attention, grinning and laughing, winking so that girls had to fan themselves
Yet, another part?
He seems almost as out of place as you once the flock is off, waiting for their number on their dance card, leaning back against the wall and talking to his advisor. It was known that Prince Gojo would soon enough be King, and with that must come many duties.
You can't help but find yourself lost in his pretty features, almost otherworldly, especially when his eyes catch yours from across that ballroom, drifting across your face and neck with enough intensity to make you blush underneath your glittery mask. You quickly turn and rush outside to grab some sort of air when he starts to near you, your heart racing in your chest.
"Wait up," you hear his voice then - perhaps it makes the man all the more attractive, deep and husky, hitting your core and making you feel flustered. "Are you alright?"
You turn slowly, the moonlight is glittering on his pale skin, making him look much like the statues in this very garden, clutching your gown tighter. "I... I just needed some air, Your Highness.
His lips curl into this devastating smile, but it's softer than any royal should be, as he drinks you in, pretty blues in a myriad of shades assessing you carefully. "The ballroom can be overwhelming, can't it?”
"It can indeed…”
Your heart hammers in your chest as he takes another step closer, the scent of bergemot and something distinct to him filling your senses. You've hardly been around a man aside from the servants who have befriended you, and you certainly weren't in such proximity as this, almost stumbling off the stone steps when he catches you.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, your highness!"
"Careful, sweetheart," he murmurs softly, brushing over you with his voice, lilting as the wind catches it, his long fingers taking your wrist over. He's so very tall anyone would feel small compared to him, but he's..
He's sweet.
"I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you before," he says softly, taking in the beautiful glimmering blue gown, it was not in 'season' or 'fashion' so to speak, moreso something that was left in one of his mother's wardrobes, but it fit you perfectly. "I think I'd remember such a meeting. What’s your name?”
Your name.
TW : Mentions of rape, death threats, bullying, doxxing
It's been 9 long months of me keeping this entire situation between Eden and I quiet. I know I said I wouldn't address this again, but I will because as someone who's been a victim of bullying growing up, I’m not letting someone who has made this space feel unsafe for me take next to no accountability. I kept quiet due to how much traction Eden was getting on tumblr and her sweetheart persona was hard to single-handedly dismantle.
Firstly, I want to say that the rise of anons being cruel by sending rape or death threats to anyone involved AND not involved is absolutely disgusting, and I don't support it whatsoever. You're not better than anyone being called out right now.
Secondly, I won't be addressing every allegation with no proof, and they also have nothing to do with me. I'll be as to the point as possible since this has dragged on for too long, and I believe her past actions do speak on her character.
The fallout between sweethearticism/eden happened as a result of her not reading a oneshot I dedicated to her and that she inspired. This is not an issue on its own, and I completely understand that people are simply too busy to read sometimes. I'm the same. The issue stemmed when she would claim to be too busy to read yet had the long fics of bigger writers reblogged the same day they were dropped. Her claims about my work being on a schedule appeared disingenuous, and I felt as if someone who was my friend and someone I looked up to was putting me on a back burner for blogs who were bigger than me. Several others who I will not name have stated that they have felt the same, that they have noticed the switch in behaviour once Eden grew in following.
Again, I would like to reiterate that the problem is not that she didn't read. It's the fact she lied for weeks on end over something we could have easily cleared up over text. It was never that serious, but things escalated unecessarily the moment she went to her friends about it.
I perceived the two of us to be very close, to the point that we knew a lot of personal things about each other, and we spent many hours a day texting back and forth before she stopped. I even changed the plot to my gojo kinktober post since the original had a phobia of hers, and I didn't want to frighten her. So, seeing her gradual change in behaviour really threw me off.
The above image was when she addressed not interacting with me after I was triggered by an uncensored masterlist and a graphic video both depicting rape. I would like to clarify that, yes, I am also a victim.
I went quiet for a few days and eventually came back to a server we were in and back to DMs, in which I made it explicitly clear to everyone that I was okay and we were all interacting with each other as normal. I didn't say at all that I was overwhelmed with interaction, and this ties in with a later point where Eden expected me to interact with her but wouldn't interact with me. The shift in behaviour became much more obvious after this point, and I feel like this is not what fandom is about — only engaging when you get engagement back.
The fic dedicated and inspired by Eden was written in August. Then we come to the server we were in with other mutuals. The falling out did not take place in this server and there was no hate directed towards me that I am aware of since I left it.
I left on the 15th of September due to frustrations that my mother was pushing me into a forced marriage. It was a lot for me mentally being around people, and I was also pretty fed up with the weird hierarchy that had taken over where Eden was put on a pedestal and this was a reason why many of us left the server. She posted about not having a safe space after I left, and honestly, did she even check why I left in the first place before making it about herself?
After days of not messaging me, I got this message, which I ignored. I ignored a lot of people, and afterwards, she closed our DMs.
I unadded her shortly after due to this reason. On the 19th of September, I was at university for close to eight hours, and it was a rough day. Eden DMed me on tumblr with several long messages that I've added only a couple of. I would've appreciated a simple "Hey, can we talk when you're free?" instead of bombarding me.
Why is it fine for her not to be active on my blog, but I need to be active on hers?
And why are we lying about the schedule when you went out of your way to reblog long fics by bigger writers the day they dropped on multiple occassions?
And yes, she does expect me to look at her things as per the first screenshot. With other statements from mutuals coming out, this is a recurring behaviour.
Eden stated she was busy with caretaking in our DMs, too, but I was also taking care of my own mother around this time after she had a slipped disk. This entire thing shouldn't have happened. If we were to communicate properly little by little between ourselves, this issue would've resolved better than it turned out.
I swore out of frustration from being confronted in an overwhelming manner and general annoyance with her behaviour as of late, as well as being aware of issues she created out of nowhere with my other mutuals. Large chunks of text are hard for me to read, which also didn't help. Yes, I was harsh, and I take responsibility for that. Prior to this, Eden said she appreciated if I was blunt when I said I would be, and suddenly, she changed her mind. The time between the second and third messages was around 20 minutes. I had ignored her after the second message because I was tired, and in that time, she showed howlsmoonhaven/Howl our dms and they got mad at me and said something to Eden which I guess changed her mind, and again I ignored her third messages. After waking up in the morning, I see that Eden has blocked me.
An ex mutual of mine forwards me a 17 minute long voice message from Eden explaining what she did which was literally just a reiteration of what she said in our DMs, that she went to Howl for an "outsiders opinion" on what I said which makes 0 sense because they're very close friends?? Of course, Howl would be biased.
On the 20th of September, my grandmother passed away. At this point, I had already vagueposted a few days beforehand, and Eden had done the same but deleted it. I vagueposted about how it was funny that Eden kept me around on tumblr, but some of her close circle had already blocked me. I come home after her funeral on the 21st of September to see these asks that had been sent during it.
I don't want to talk about this particular issue anymore since it's still very sensitive to me, especially with fresh anons telling me to die for real and join my dead grandma.
But on the 22nd of September, Howl and Cilil (the latter who has just recently blocked me), two individuals who are part of Edens' friend group, reblogged this.
Do I need to say any more? Whilst I do not know who sent me those hate asks, this was reblogged with suspicious timing and Eden has been proved to lead hate trains towards other users which I will address later on in this post and people will just do as she says. I also received this ask here where someone admitted to lurking on my blog and called me evil the day I decided to go on hiatus, which was my tipping point.
I was nowhere near as close to Howl as Eden is, but I felt incredibly hurt that my side wasn't heard out considering Howl and I spent days at a time sharing things about our special interests and they even sent support the day I got diagnosed with ADHD.
Eden was aware that I was mutuals with Howl and had them added on Discord since I met them through her. I expected more than just being blocked outright after Howl 'got mad'.
This all bubbled up until I went on hiatus sometime between November and December, which was a result of more hate anons. They started up after I mentioned that this app felt like a clique and that not all writers are good people. This statement was posted on my sideblog that I had blocked Eden on.
Afterwards, I found myself blocked by her in return so one could make the assumption that someone told her what I said even though at no point did I mention any names. And yeah, after that came my hiatus and supposed claims that Eden was explaining herself to everyone about what happened while I was gone.
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Above are some screenshots I think are worth mentioning even though I'm not involved. The first image is from when someone in the server was involved in some drama regarding AI usage and they were upset. Eden confronted the tumblr user accusing the server member of copying a c.ai bot in their fic and encouraged others to do the same. Some did and some didn't, but to intimidate someone like that on tumblr over ai usage and a private confrontation is crazy to me personally. She's not above sending people to harass those she sees as deserving of harassment and it speaks a lot about who she associates with, assuming they were involved in the incident. This also shows that while Howl and Eden claim to have not harassed a writer, they have done it to at least one other user. By this point, a lot of us considered leaving or had left the server.
Again, I think this is worth calling out because it is a reflection of her character.
People should be able to exist on the same app whether Eden likes it or not without there being harassment involved. It's a safe space for EVERYONE, not just her circle of friends, so it's important to practise what you preach.
Multiple people have experienced feeling belittled or have been blocked for not 'giving the same energy'. Everyone has their own lives too, may I remind. If we communicate with each other better, we can avoid situations like this in the future.
From September 2025 until now, Eden and I have had each other blocked, so granted, she didn't have a way to apologise to me directly. But I have no intention of contacting Eden again, considering the fact that both her and her content, e.g., the supposed sideblog SSG that has blocked me, her flirting with minors, make me uncomfortable.
While I don't want to think about this situation again, I will most likely only answer serious questions that I think will add more context to the situation. Thank you.
taking off my ninja mask to reblog this, vent and add my piece.
there is a strong possibility that i will be deleting this after a while just because this has nothing to do with my blog, but i’m reblogging this because i have sat here for many months while a dear friend of mine was being harassed and tormented on top of their own personal issues (some of which have been used against them) when we should just all be coming here to post and read fucking porn. not to mention at this point, sweethearticism was so big that we would constantly see her in people’s asks and reblogs even though she had been blocked which was triggering and incredibly frustrating at times.
we have constantly fought the itch to say something, and i know that others have been tempted to speak up as well but ultimately chose not to because it wasn’t the right time because of intimidation or not wanting to instigate what could be considered as drama. we ultimately chose to suck it up and share this space with someone who we disliked because who are we to dictate who can and cannot use this app as much as we wanted them out of our face and not shoved down our throats?
i can’t tell anyone what to do but please read this and reconsider your association or interactions with sweethearticism accordingly if you are still unsure of where you stand.
A glimpse of a dream
@coralbae youcore
SOOOO CUTE!! also i was thinking of changing my theme and this was the exact palette i was looking for you came at a perfect time cupi
MDNI!! sucking sukuna’s cock while riding gojo’s face. ^.^
you’ve got satoru flat on his back under you, hands gripping your thighs like he’s scared you’ll float away if he lets go. his head’s tilted just enough for his mouth to stay latched onto your pussy, his long tongue making slow licks through your folds — before flicking up against your clit.
he’s moaning into you like you’re his favorite meal, soooo, soooo messy. “fuck, sweetheart. . . you’re dripping all over me,” he mumbles, lips shiny and chin soaked. his grip on your hips not letting you move an inch.
your hands are busy in front of you, stroking sukuna’s cock in long, steady pulls. his breath stutters above you and you keep your mouth stretched around him, swallowing every inch until you finally pull off with a wet gasp. spit clings to your lips as you catch your breath and then your fingers trail lower, slow and teasing, until they curl around his balls.
his brows draw low, a sharp look cutting down at you. “what the fuck are you doin’? get back there,” he growls, one hand tightening around your throat like he’s ready to force you back onto his cock.
instead, you smirk up at him, leaning down further and wrapping your palm fully around his balls. they’re warm and heavy in your hand, skin tight from how hard he’s holding back. “fuck—” he grunts, the tension in his shoulders melting into something darker. “you dirty little slut. . . playin’ with my balls now?”
you squeeze slow, rolling them in your palm, thumb teasing that sensitive spot underneath, then drag your tongue wet and hungry over the soft skin before taking one into your mouth, sucking hard and swirling your tongue until he shudders, his fingers tangling in your hair now, while your other hand strokes his slick, spit-covered cock.
your mouth works over his sack, lapping and flicking between them as he breathes out ragged curses.
he pulls you tighter against him. “god, you’re filthy,” he growls, before guiding you back up to his cock. “now get back up here and choke on it for me.”
you take him in your mouth again, spit and slick coating his length as you swallow him down. his hand is still tangled in your hair, guiding your head on his cock — and his other hand wraps loosely around your throat again, thumb brushing the side of your neck feeling your pulse jump.
“fuck, that’s it. you liked playing with my balls, huh, slut? bet fuckin’ loved it, didn’t you?” sukuna groans, his fingers flexing against your skin just enough to make your breath hitch. “shit, look at this,” his thumb presses up under your jaw, making you feel every inch of his cock deep in your throat. “gagging on my cock while you ride his face. . . letting me hold you here like this. you’re such a greedy little thing.”
beneath you, satoru makes a low sound like he’s jealous, his tongue pressing harder, flicking against your clit until your hips twitch forward on instinct. “don’t you dare forget about me,” he says, muffled against your pussy — and then he bites right over your clit, holding the pressure until you gasp around sukuna’s cock.
sukuna laughs when you choke on him. “what’d he do, huh? bite that pretty little clit?” he smirks down at you. “bet it’s throbbing now.”
your thighs tremble, your moans muffled around sukuna’s length, but you keep sucking, swallowing down the salty taste of him.
“yeah. . . fuck. . .” sukuna keeps his grip on your hair steady, tilting your chin up so you have to look at him while his hips roll slow. “she’s takin’ me so good, satoru. bet her pussy’s squeezin’ the fuck outta you right now.”
“like a wet dream,” satoru hums, sealing his mouth over your clit again and sucking until you gag around sukuna. his nose presses into you as his tongue works deep and you feel him smile when you moan.
with a slow, wet drag, sukuna pulls his cock from your mouth, spit and pre-cum stringing between your lips and his tip. he smirks down at you, breathing heavy. “open your mouth. stick out your tongue.”
you do as he says, and when you open your mouth, he spits right onto your tongue — so wet and filthy. “swallow,” he orders, watching your throat work before shoving his cock right back into your mouth, pulling a choked, needy sound from you. “there you go. now you’re all hydrated again.”
you hum around him and he groans low at the vibration, his hand sliding from your chin to the side of your neck again, holding you just firm enough to keep you still.
“she’s lovin’ this,” satoru says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “mouth full of cock, pussy stuffed with my tongue. . .slutty little thing.”
you grind against his face without meaning to, while your hands twist around sukuna’s shaft, smearing spit down to his base.
“mm, she’s squeezin’ her throat harder when you talk like that,” sukuna says with a smirk. “keep it up.”
“oh, i’ll keep it up,” satoru replies easily. “she gets off on being used like this, don’t you, sweetheart?”
you try to shake your head, but sukuna pulls out again, fills it just the tip in your mouth and within seconds he pushes deeper, making you choke even harder around him again and again.
“shit, yeah,” sukuna grunts. “that’s it — gag on me, baby. mess up my cock.”
satoru takes that moment to suck your clit hard, teeth grazing before he gives you another quick bite, making your whole body jolt.
you’re exhausted.
“thought you said you could handle it,” sukuna taunts, eyes glittering. “already giving up?”
you moan around him, trembling with desperation
“oh, she’s close,” satoru says knowingly, licking slow circles now. “i can feel her shaking.”
“good,” sukuna replies. “let her cum on your face while she’s choking on my cock.”
that’s all it takes — your hips grind down into satoru’s mouth, sucking sukuna harder until your vision fuzzes. you cry out around him when it hits — your orgasm tearing through you as you squirt in sharp pulses all over satoru’s face. he groans, drinking it in like he’s starving, his tongue working to catch every drop.
then hot, thick cum hits your tongue, salty and warm and you gulp it down while your body’s still convulsing from your release.
“f-fuck— yes—” sukuna groans, his grip tightening on your jaw as his hips snap forward. “swallow it. don’t waste a drop.”
when you finally pull off sukuna with a wet pop, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, breathless.
only then does sukuna lean down, crashing his mouth against yours in a hot, filthy kiss, his tongue sliding against yours like he wants to taste his own cum on you.
just as you’re getting lost in it, satoru butts in from the side, biting your cheek and whining, “what about me?” like he’s pissed he’s not getting his turn.
sukuna just laughs darkly while grabbing satoru by the hair and yanking him right into the kiss — pulling him in to make sure he’s part of the mess too. satoru groans, teeth scraping your lips, tongues fucking around, the three of you tangled up in a nasty, desperate kiss.
when you pull back from the kiss you notice sukuna’s eyes fixed on your soaked thighs and satoru’s wet chin smirking at you. “now it’s my turn,” sukuna says darkly, a slow grin spreading across his face. “i want you to squirt all over my fuckin’ face too.”
“let me breathe, weirdo,” you chuckle, voice still ragged. “you two are insane — i swear i thought i was gonna die for a second.”
sukuna grins like a devil. “and you fucking loved it.”
satoru pats your thigh, still grinning up at you with his lips glossy. “round two? i still haven’t cum just so you know. it’s my turn to have my cock sucked too.”
you laugh under your breath, shaking your head — but you already know you’re not saying no.
tldr pissing sukuna off in tomodachi life because he pissed you off in real life
sukuna's been nothing short of a dick today.
he's been in a horrible mood since his eyes opened, barking orders and insults at everyone around him, and shrugging you off when you say something about him. sukuna knows that you hate when he's rude to the people under him, he's got the emotional scars of all your silent treatments to prove it.
and, because your lovely husband decided to be mad at the world today, you decided to be mad at him.
of course, there's not really anyone to blame but himself. sukuna regrets telling you off earlier each time he walks past you curled up in your quarters, that handheld device not having left your hands all day. he doesn't quite remember the name, but he does remember the few times he's crushed the controllers for it because of that little man with the mustache.
(sukuna is no longer allowed to play video games that require any skill because of that.)
"what are you doing?"
🐮 (MDNI) You want some of Barista BullHybrid!Toji's 'special' milk!
cw :: male lactation, clothed humping, groping, jerking off through clothes, spitting, 2k words of reader being a pervert. Again.
Jingle!
Sigh.
"Welcome to The Creamy Bean, how can I flick yours today— oh… It's you again."
The sound of the door shutting overrode your chirpy greeting, but didn't stop the image of you waving at the barista. You inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering shut as the smell of ground coffee filling your nose.
It was the third time that week you had entered the newly opened café, entranced by both the sweet milk they served and the owner — who happened to be a very cranky bull hybrid.
As of that moment, Toji had his beefy arms folded, pecs fighting for their lives behind the tight, black apron he wore. You didn't know why he bothered to wear it, though — seeing as though they did nothing to hide his prominent nipples, which bulged out on either side of the fabric.
He looked more… on edge than usual, but you brushed it off with a wave of your hand.
"Mornin', sunshine!"
"Don't call me that."
Toji's jaded eyes narrowed as you leaned against the counter, tail lazily swishing behind him. One tagged ear twitched in annoyance — he had little patience for over-the-top customers who tried to engage in conversation with him.
But you shrugged it off, mouth watering at the thought of getting your hands on some more of that ambrosia in the form of white liquid. "I'm feeling peckish today, Toji."
"As expected. Get on with it, what's the order?"
"You got any more of that milk. Y'know, the one that comes in those cute glass bottles?" you asked bluntly, peering around the hybrid's stupidly large form. The fridge behind Toji was empty that afternoon, which was strange. Usually, rows upon rows of clear bottles would line the shelves, priced and ready to be sold.
Toji simply shook his head, eyes averting to the side. "No. We have almond milk, though. Or oat and soy."
"No, thanks," you declined, a pang of mild disappointment crossing your face. "I only like the sweet stuff you usually keep back there. How come there's none in stock today?"
The hybrid went quiet at that, shifting from one foot to the other in discomfort. Toji scratched his head, debating as to whether he should just lie to you or embarrass himself to one of his unfortunately loyal customers.
Ah, fuck it, he thought — what use was there lying to you when you were just some harmless customer he'd probably never see again outside of business hours?
With a reluctant sigh, Toji answered. "Bulls haven't been milked today," he gritted through clenching teeth, dragging a heavy palm down his face.
"Oh."
"Yeah. Now do you want the alternatives or not?" he said, clearly impatient. You weren't listening, though. As soon as Toji had revealed his current predicament, your eyes were on his chest. His full chest, which wobbled with each agitated movement of his. If you looked closely — which you did — you could see the slight moisture gathering on the end of his pert nipples , which looked tender to the touch.
He was the bull who hadn't been milked that morning.
Seeing the realisation dawn on your face, Toji scowled at you, hands shifting higher to cover his aching pecs. "Fuck is that look for?"
"I've been drinking your milk this entire time? That's what you've been selling?"
"And what?" Toji grunted, the tinge of pink on his cheeks deepening. "You think I have a magic wand that I can just wave around willy nilly and it'll conjure up something for me to sell? It has to come from somewhere."
You fanned yourself, ignoring the way Toji threw his hands up as he vented. "Shit, I'm not complaining. That's really erotic. Male lactation."
"You disgust me."
"And you're the one selling this stuff without anyone knowing what it actually is," you teased, calling Toji out without an ounce of shame. "I'm just wondering how on earth a bull's producing milk."
"Beats me," he scowled, cradling his heavy chest. "Someone out there is writing a cruel joke on me as we speak.
You watched as Toji's brows furrowed at the growing ache building up within him — and the beginnings of an idea, as lewd as it was, began forming in your mind.
Someone had to be the hero and save the hybrid from doubling over in front of customers. You quickly glanced around, thanking your lucky stars that the café was empty. A stroke of luck, if you disregarded the fact that it was a Tuesday morning — one of the slowest times of the day for Toji's business.
"I'll tell you what. Give me some of that milk, straight from the source, so that we could be doing both of us a favour," you offered coyly, wiggling your eyebrows. "You won't be walking around with leaking tits and I — as in, your most loyal customer — will have her fix of milk for the day. Consider it compensation for not stocking up."
"Yeah, you're crazy. Get the hell outta my café— hngh—!"
Your eyes widened as a spurt of white liquid left Toji, small but enough to make the hybrid hiss out in acute distress. It trickled out from between his thick fingers, splattering onto the tiles in messy drops.
"Fucking— fine, fine. I'll get the pump."
"No," you called out, seizing the opportunity. "Straight. From. The. Source."
Toji looked at you, properly now. The expression on your face was determined, and your palms pressed down flat onto the counter like you were making a move to leap over it. With a flustered shake of his head, he motioned for you to come around.
"In the back, and not another word."
.
.
"Mmpfh," you gulped loudly, eyes screwed shut as you suckled on Toji. He had led you to the storerooms right at the back, hidden from the eyes of any potential customers.
Screw them, he wanted to say — but Toji was desperately clinging onto any sense of self-preservation he could find. "S-shit, slow down. I can't…," he rasped, one large hand cradling the back of your head.
Toji was a mess, eyes on you as you shoved the engorged pec further into your mouth, as far as it could go whilst you rutted your pussy down onto his meaty thigh. Your free hand groped at his other pec, the flesh spilling from between your wandering fingers.
It took everything in you not to splutter around his taut nipple as the milk came gushing out of him. You were far too greedy, and it showed in the way the creamy droplets escaped the corner of your lips and down the bobbing curve of your throat.
"Can't stop m-moving my hips," you gasped, pulling off Toji with a wet pop. You dove back in, flattening your hot tongue and lapping up what had trickled out of him. He could only let out a series of choked groans, muscles tensing when you pursed your lips and focused your attention on his other brown nipple. "Ngh, 's sooo creamy."
The hybrid's head fell back with a resounding thud onto the wall behind him. This was bad — Toji was enjoying having a pretty girl on his lap far more than he should have done.
There was no denying it either, especially with the way his cock jutted out at the crotch of his pants, fat tip leaking steadily until a patch of glossy precum soaked the fabric. You weren't faring any better, though — moans muffled as you drank, and drank, and drank, clit rolling onto strong muscle.
"Love your tits, 'ji," you slurred, drunk on the taste of him. The wetness between your legs continued to smear all over Toji's thigh. "So big 'n warm…"
"They're not tits," he barked, unable to do anything when you squeezed the pec that wasn't being attacked by your mouth. "Ah, shit. D-don't do that, that's valuable stuff you're wastin'."
You didn't care, though, now feverishly humping Toji's leg the more the rich substance filled you up from the inside. What made it worse was the fact that you had taken it upon yourself to palm Toji's crotch, a surprised sound vibrating around his nipple at the sheer size of what he was packing down below.
"Gotta give me some of that other milk next time," you cooed, rubbing your palm against the length of him. Toji was at a loss for words, lidded eyes focused on your milk-slicked lips. You flashed him a woozy grin and leaned forward, your own chest squishing up against his.
"Awh, you want a taste? Does Toji wanna taste his own milk? Tell me."
He nodded, unable to stop himself. Toji was the one to chase your lips first, leaning in until the potent taste of his own milk coated his taste buds. The hand in your hair only gripped you firmer, holding you in place as the kiss grew more clumsy.
Toji was greedy, more greedy than you were as he licked into your mouth — like he was trying to take back each and every drop you stole from his pecs. And then a low groan rumbled in his chest, embarrassment coursing through him when he realised how much he liked this.
"Fuck, that's what I taste like?" Toji muttered against your lips after releasing you — a wet string of milk and saliva connecting you both together. You pecked him, soft mwahs echoing in the storeroom as you both continued to hump each other.
You nodded, licking across the sharp curve of the hybrid's jaw. Not once did your lower half stop, still grinding your soaked, cotton-clad pussy onto the tensed thigh under you. "And you like it. Can't believe you've never tasted yourself before."
Toji didn't answer you, the bucking of his hips growing more frantic. His hand slid down from your head, all the way down the small of your back. He cupped your ass, smacking rather harshly one time and shoving you closer against him. Milk continued to leak out of him, slower than before and staining into the top you were still wearing.
"More. Give me more."
With a wicked grin, you obliged. You shifted back slightly, mouth latching onto Toji's sensitive nipples yet again. It was filthy how your cheeks bulged out, eyes not once straying from his as the product of his lactation filled your mouth.
Instead of swallowing, you rose and cupped the hybrid's jaw. With a humiliating speed Toji would come to mope over later, he opened his scarred lips wide, the ears atop of his head twitching eagerly this time around.
Pwah!
You spat the liquid into Toji's mouth, some dribbling down his chin and back down onto his chest. Most of it landed inside, however, and he struggled to swallow it all — cumming inside his boxers at the same time. He cursed brokenly, shooting messy ropes of cum inside the increasingly damp confinements of his boxers.
"Look at that," you marvelled, yelping when Toji's hands squeezed at your ass uncontrollably. Your own hips had stopped moving by now, orgasm forgotten as a result of the spectacle before you.
His nipples were puffy, glistening with his milk and your saliva but relieved from the worst of the pressure from before. "Creaming in your pants after drinking your own milk…"
"Shut up. Stop talking, please," he panted, ears now laying flat against his head in defeat. There was no bite to his words, unfortunately for him. You had milked him good and proper, and there was no denying it.
With a tut, you gave Toji's left nipple a squeeze, ignoring the gruff protests leaving him. "That's no way to talk to me after what I've just done for you. Without cumming myself, I may add."
"Keep talking 'n I might just bend you over somewhere. Once… I can breathe again."
You perked up, about to take him up on his offer when suddenly—
Knock, knock, knock!
"Delivery driver here! Order for a Mr. Fushiguro. Breast pumps?"
Toji looked at you. You looked at him. He rubbed the back of his head, unable to meet your gaze. "Any chance I can return the order? Don't need 'em."
Freaky ass animation from tabuley popped up on my feed n here we are
Stateside
Synopsis. In this season of The Bachelorette, 22 of Japan’s hottest bachelors vie for a chance for your hand…and between your legs. A plethora of eligible men from a buff personal trainer to a handsome lawyer, to a white-haired model with way too much charm—this might just be the steamiest season yet!
Pairings [SEPARATE] Higuruma x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, The Bachelorette AU, reality TV, interviews, confessionals, sIight pIot, one-on-one dates, rose ceremonies, máting presses, they’re FÉRAL, spítting, chokíng, manhandIing, sIight bréeding, tummy buIges, DlLF!Toji, semi pubIic (Ino), sIight exhíbitíonism, sIight bòndage (Higuruma), p talking, p sIapping, fuII neIsons, DÚMBIFlCATION, cervíx smooches, MMA fighter!Sukuna, HEADLOCKS, Gojo’s PÚSSYDRÚNK, babbIing, creampíes, cúmpIay, proposals, possessive!JJK men, showing off, surprise at the end, you get to actually choose, pet names, swéaring.
A/N. Those pics from Artemis II are making me saur emotional- also Happy Easter to everyone that celebrates!
♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - First rose.
“Name? Toji Fushiguro. Age? Hah- who’re you to ask?” Even his introduction sounds like he’s sizing everyone in the studio up, a single unimpressed brow raised. In front of him Toji keeps his beefy arms crossed - both to stave off the awkwardness of speaking to a rolling camera, and to flex his biceps—just a little bit.
They were still filming the footage of their introductions - Toji hasn’t even entered that infamous mansion yet and somehow he finds his knee bouncing.
He doesn’t know whether he wants to (reluctantly) thank Shiu or throttle him for signing him up for this…bachelorette show. Is this what the youth was interested in these days?
Verdant eyes darting around the dimly-lit room, “I work as a personal trainer, among…many other things.”
A producer probes from one end, “And are you confident you’ll be picked, Fushiguro-san?”
“Confident?” He can’t help but crack a smile at that, “Please- who wouldn’t pick me? One night is all I need.”
(MDNI) which pet name makes you clench the hardest - ft. Nanami
"Y-you're not gonna finger me properly? No? Okay…"
Taking a deep, shuddering breath in, you tried not to fuck your hips downwards so that you could chase the pleasure Nanami's fingers refused to give you. The blonde was half-sprawled on top of you, barely hovering with one firm bicep framing the side of your head.
How long had it been since he had come home from work and initiated spicy time with you, as you liked to call it? One hour? Two?
Time was nothing but a blur as Nanami worked two thick, deft fingers inside of you — rolling the pad of his thumb over your pert clit in tight circles.
But he had no intention of making you cum. Not yet, for he had a little experiment he wanted to try out first.
"Let me try something," he murmured, fingers still buried knuckle-deep inside of your cunt.
You nodded, brows knitting in the middle. But then Nanami spoke once more, his voice taking on a low timbre that sent heat rushing to your cheeks.
"Baby."
Your pussy clenched — just a little — around your husband's fingers. As expected. Nanami chuckled, mentally logging down the exact pressure that had squeezed at his pruning digits.
"Love?" he asked this time, thin brow raised.
You shook your head, lips tightening into a thin line so that you could suppress the breathy sounds threatening to leave you. Your body gave you away, however, giving Nanami another squeeze — harder this time.
"Stop," you whispered, your pussy now beginning to thoroughly coat his fingers in a glossy sheen of your slick.
"That's not quite right," Nanami observed, shifting himself upwards ever so slightly. His lips were against your ear now, voice low.
"Sweetie."
Clench.
"Honey?"
Squeeze.
"…darling?"
At that, your body tensed, pussy fluttering wildly around his fingers. Nanami was quick to notice the way your lips parted, a chorus of gasps and pleas leaving you. Then, your hand came up, tightly gripping Nanami's wrist in a desperate attempt to get him to move.
"There it is."
"Please, Ken. Move your fingers. I think 'm— I feel like I'm close."
"Already?"
You shook your head, face screwing slightly in embarrassment, which prompted the man to chuckle.
"Ah, I suppose I've been mean enough, darling." Nanami's voice lowered, dropping an octave as he punctuated his words with a firm curl of his fingers inside of you. He watched as your back arched, both of your breathing turning heavier when he came to his final conclusion.
Your favourite pet name he had for you was darling, and there was no doubt about it.
And so Nanami began fingering you, properly now. It was the most talkative he had ever been, with lips nipping against your ear as he talked you through the sudden burst of pleasure hitting you all at once.
"Oh, my darling," he crooned, voice smooth but laced with increasing hunger. "Is this too much? Do you like it when your husband coddles you like this?"
"Yesyesyes— wait, no. D-don't call me that—"
Nanami's fingers continued to stroke inside of you steadily, your arousal dripping down his wrist by now with each deliberate thrust. With each purred pet name sent your way, your walls squeezed involuntarily around him, before you could even register what he had just called you.
"Seems like your body— ah, you're squeezing again — knows what she needs."
A series of pecks came your way, landing on your lips and cheek and whatever bit of skin your teasing husband could reach.
He didn't even wait for you to respond, too engrossed in making you feel good. The pressure on your clit returned, Nanami's thumb working overtime to draw out every ounce of pleasure he could bring you.
"Close, darling? I can feel it." He swallowed, now lowly grunting into your ear. The slight ache in Nanami's wrist was worth it as he angled it down, stroking against that one spongy spot inside of you that had you positively writhing against him.
"Go on, make a mess all over your husband."
With Nanami's loving words of encouragement, you did — letting go until the breath left your lungs in heaving pants. The mess only grew wetter, soaking the sheets below as you came with a cry.
He could only watch with a look of utmost devotion on his face, grinding his palm against your clit in an attempt to wring out your orgasm to the fullest. And when Nanami pulled his fingers out of you with a squelch, webs of your slick glued his fingers together — snapping wetly when he pulled them apart.
"I don't think my work is done quite yet," he sighed, situating himself between your spread legs.
With two large hands on either one of your thighs, he squeezed — coaxing them onto his hips.
Something prodded you down below, hard to the touch as it moved up and down obscenely slow. Nanami gasped somewhat sharply, aching tip drooling out a fat drop of precum.
"W-what else could you possibly do now, you fiend?"
"Oh, I think you know," he muttered breathily, the sound of a belt unbuckling following shortly after.
⚓︎ hi I drew Toji
18+ mdni ✰ .ᐟ offering nanami your mouth as stress relief
muffled voices sound through the door that’s been shut for almost the entire weekend.
nanami has been swamped with work. back to back conference calls and presentations being the only things he’s had time for these past few days.
he’s been living like a hermit, stowed away in his office, only emerging for the occasional meal or bathroom break. and each time you see him, his dark circles look deeper than the last.
you’re supportive of his work, of course, but you worry about him— your sweet, overworked husband.
you huff, chin resting in your hand as you sit alone in the kitchen, pushing the food you cooked for dinner around your plate. nanami does so much for you, and you wish you could just take all his stress away.
brows furrowed in concentration, you rack your brain for some kind of answer. and within a minute you’re rummaging through your closet until you find a little babydoll top and a matching pair of panties.
nanami hasn't seen these before. you bought them as a surprise for your upcoming anniversary, but you figure now is as good a time as any to show him.
you gingerly reach for the door to the office, turning the knob slowly and pushing it open just enough to peek around it before slipping inside.
a cluster of voices are still coming from the computer as nanami’s eyes shoot up to you making your way over to him.
“everything…” he trails off as his gaze scans your outfit, eyes lingering on your chest where your pretty tits are all pushed up on display for him. “everything alright, princess?”
“mhmm, just miss you, kento.” you push his chair back to make room for you to slot yourself between his legs. “haven’t been able to see you all weekend,” you pout, sinking to your knees.
▶ Rising to the Occasion
synopsis :: the jjk men letting you feel it get hard, whether it be in you or on you (2.4k words)
content :: MDNI, Nanami + Toji + Sukuna + Gojo x fem!reader (seperate), piv sex, erections, assjobs, humping, handjobs, oral (m.receiving), oral fixations
big thanks to @coralbae for some of the ideas here ily twin.
header :: I Became the Genuine Love Interest of Mr. Segawa Who Has a Huge Attitude and Body
► Nanami Kento
"You've got enough restraint to put it in me while it's soft, right?
"By 'it', I assume you are referring to my … cock?"
You nodded.
And it was precisely this question that led you to Nanami's current predicament. He was currently guiding his tip into your cunt, having been roped into such a fruitless exercise of his self-restraint. The blonde gave in quicker than you had anticipated — but then again, Nanami was incredibly easy when it came to you.