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[crimsonshins]

Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc Girls X!Links (x reader)

Warnings: ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (18+), Reader is AFAB!, Reader is AMAB!, Neutral Reader (although most of these you are flexible tbh), exhibitionism/public, a little bit of BDSM (degradation, impact play, humiliation (?)), overstimulation, cunnilingus, rough, spanking, dry humping/groping, master-baiting (ifykyk)

Characters Included: The entire girls THH cast (+Mukuro and Junko)

A/N: This is my very first work on Tumblr! SORRY THIS IS SO LATE YALL 😭😭 I’ve been really busy with assignments and all that stuff. Don’t know when this will be posted, nor when the next one’ll be out, but lmk if you guys are liking these so far !!

Up Next: Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc Boys X!Links (x reader)

Aoi Asahina:

She missed you, and needed a distraction from the killing game anyway. This was the next best thing!

This just gives Aoi vibes

She’s just a tad bit desperate if you can’t tell?? She doesn’t really know what she’s doing 😭

She’d def let you do this, albeit being a little flustered!

Junko Enoshima:

Junko’s definition of “fun”—and yes, she’s making you watch, no touching so that you’re all worked up for her

The concept of top Junko and her public fixation 💆🏾‍♀️

She’s so mean :( gotta make you feel despair somehow

Celestia Ludenberg:

She always wanted that castle full of maids 🤗 you’ll have to do

She forfeit lost the bet she made with you 😓 now you can do whatever you want with her!

Pt. 2, but this time she actually tried and you have to drop everything to do what SHE wants (which is basically the same thing but hey ✋🏾)

Making you watch how pathetic you are 😞

Sayaka Maizono:

She finished practice for her group’s next performance, and you were away 💔 so she sent this to you and told you not to open it in public!

Pt. 2 of when you got back

This is so Sayaka coded idk!!

Kyoko Kirigiri:

Top!Kirigiri 🫡 you’ve been pushing her alll day ;(

Took DAYSSS of begging to get her in this getup 🤦🏾‍♀️ worth it tho! (I couldn’t decide between Celeste and Kyoko for this one)

She’s not the best with words sooo…

Who said you could touch yet?

Toko Fukawa:

Not so shy (until you walked in)

Pt. 2 to not so shy

I feel like Toko’s definitely a squirter ??

This was in one of her fanfics!

You’re so rough 😕

Genocide Jack Jill:

You tried to hide from her again today (like how Byakuya does all the time), so she milked you!

She always has some ‘scissors’ on her

Pt. 2 😓 I CANT HELP IT BROOO this is so Genocide Jill

Sakura Ogami:

She has you on top this time, but she’s so gentle 💕

Slow with it, you know?

Sakura was a bit embarrassed, but she supposes this is relaxing

Mukuro Ikusaba:

The type of things you send her while she’s on deployment doing solider stuff 😓

She finally let you take care of her for once

This is her favorite position—not that she’d ever tell you though (you can tell)

[bfbkg]

going to the pharmacy with bakugou and the aim is just to grab two boxes of xl condoms but the five minute trip turns into twenty when he slaps the boxes on the counter but then you put down a new blush you wanna try, two lip balms, your multivitamins and a bag of chocolate for the car.

pointing to one of the lip balms, “ones for you so we can match.”

and he just laughs a huff out his nose.

when all the items get scanned through he nudges you and you pull out your phone to show your membership card so you can collect points. “i’m saving up my points for a new hairdryer.”

“how many do you need?” he hums, pulling out his wallet and licks his thumb to count his cash.

“about ten thousand.”

“how many do you have?”

“three hundred.”

he glances over at you, a raised eyebrow and cocked jaw. you can read him clearly, he thinks you’re being a little… optimistic. he hands three clean bank notes over to the cashier.

“thanks man.” he says to the cashier who looks at him with starry eyes. a dynamight fan you can only assume.

then to you, “i’ll just buy it for you. that’ll take you ages.”

he lets you take the bag of chocolate so you can nibble on some on the way and he grabs the two boxes of condoms, your blush, your multivitamins and the two lip balms in one hand.

“i just keep using them but i’m going to try. imagine a free hairdryer.”

takes your hand with his other hand and pulls you under his arm.

“it’s also free if i buy it for you. use your points for the condoms next time.”

[yoonsucks]

"Puberty fairy?" I'm the hormone monster.

You were a late bloomer during your teenage years and that's fine. You had a late growth spurt, so what?

But now you were old enough to have that second puberty in your early 20s. Yay for you.

Your hips and breasts seemed to look more womanly, your voice had dropped a bit again, and your face had definitely grown into its more mature features. Not in the bad way, the sexy way, you know? You looked full of life and hot.

Anyways, You had just gotten home from work, taken a shower and had cuddled up with your pillows in bed, doomscrolling on some app to pass the time.

As some people do, you got bored of that and just decided to go on some porn sites to masturbate before falling asleep. It helped you go to lala land quicker.

You had your hand underneath the blanket and were about to shove it under your panties, a video starting to play with some woman with a fat ass and a guy with a PHAT cock but a sudden noise made you jolt up and tug the covers up to your chin, fumbling with your phone to turn off the video.

"What the hell?" you rolled over to turn on your light... and there he was, a tall man like looking being with four arms, a large maw on his stomach grinning, baby pink hair and four red eyes, looking right down at you with an unimpressed expression.

Wait, where were his clothes? Oh, no, he had on pants. Phew.

You blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Are you the puberty fairy?"

The only fairy thing about him was the pink hair, maybe.

Sukuna's scowl deepened, narrowing his eyes as he bent down to glare at you, a deep tone leaving his face mouth, looking offended, the second maw looking amused, its tongue lolling out.

"The fuck did you just call me?"

You cowered a bit, eyes doe and hands gripping the bedsheets. "The... puberty fairy?"

"Puberty FAIRY? I'm the damn hormone monster! I'm not a fairy."

"Hormone monster? What's that?"

The beast of a man looked like he was about to lunge at you. But he took a deep breath, standing back up and one of his upper arms pinched his nose, the bottom two settling on his hips.

"Lady, you're going through puberty. I'm your hormone monster, to teach you... shit." He growled, mostly to himself, contemplating his life choices.

"But i'm not 15 or something! I'm a grown woman." You frowned, getting a bit defensive, but still hiding behind the blanket.

"Yeah, well but i was sent here because you're changing, now shut the fuck up and accept it. What were you watching though? Looked lame as shit, let me put you on something better." He reached for your phone, clearly just wanting to help find better goon material.

"Oh... like, we're gonna have sex now?" You asked, looking a bit too excited, getting the wrong idea when he got closer.

One of his upper eyes twitched.

"Do i look like an incubus?"

"...I mean, you're pretty hot-"

Sukuna tilted his chin up, looking up at the ceiling as if gathering his last bits of patience.

"Fine."

You blinked and you were flipped around, blanket ripped away from your hands, face buried in the pillows as a heavy weight dipped the bed down behind you.

"H..huh? For real?"

"Shut up, pest. Unless you want me to leave."

The sound of fabric shifting... and then TWO heavy, hot things flopped down on your ass. You had clearly been expecting only one!

You gasped, trying to look back but a hand the size of your whole damn scalp gripped the back of your hair and pushed it back down into the pillows.

"Stay put."

Yoon's notes: I WANT A HORMONE MONSTER TOO Reupload from my old account @/yoonsucksalot ! (i redid it a bit hihihi) HUGE MEGA DRIPPING WET THANKS TO @liliklei @yorikae !!!

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[blushryo]

♡ ྀི꒱ᩙ ࣪   ׅ   ⊹ kento covers himself while eating u out !

kento is the biggest munch you've ever been with! he'll eat it for breakfast, lunch, & dinner if he could（and trust me, he absolutely tries to !）

but there's one little peculiar thing he always does . .

he always covers himself with a blanket over him while his face is buried deep in your sweet core. when he did it the first time you two ever got intimate, you just thought it was something he did out of respect for you and you wouldn't put it past him to do something like that so you let it be.

as time went on though, he continued doing this and so you couldn't help wonder why. so today you decide to find out just that.

while he's ever so sweetly lapping at your slicked folds, you very slowly lift up the blanket and peek in to see your beloved. he doesn't seem to notice at first since you're still letting out those cute whimpers of yours. but then, he soon hears a soft giggle from you and that makes his eyes shoot up to look at you.

and gosh, he looks so goddamn cute & sexy at the same time — so greedily suckling on your puffy clit and stretching you out with those thick fingers of his, it's like he's completely lost in the moment. then . . his eyes flit up to meet yours whose peaking so adorably with that pretty smile on your face.

kento stops like he'd just been caught doing something naughty（technically he had been!）and then his entire face flushes a shade of pink, smushing his cheek to your inner thigh. you'd never seen him get flustered like this & you genuinely feel your heart do flips at how cute he looks.

"honey . ." he mutters, squishing his face even more into the plush of your thighs. ". . what are you doing?"

"just looking at my lovely boyfriend." you muse, running your fingers through his hair. "because he's always hiding himself when he's eating me out."

the flush on his face gets darker as he lets out a tiny groan, embarrassed & bashful. ". . i just get shy about it, sweetheart. i don't know why but i just do."

your heart flutters at his adorable admission, and with that, you lower the blanket back down & you can hear kento hum in delight as he dives right back in to devouring you ❤︎ !

[jabesa0]

❤️‍🩹🩺

[chososprettygirl]

⡴ utterly whipped gojo forcing you to praise him during sex [kinda a pt 2 to this ? ] ⡴ didn’t even touch word count

he’s balls deep in you, and yet of course he’s still spouting stupid bullshit.

“i’m doing good, right baby?” he moans (moreso whimpers), still thrusting in that half-romantic half-what it’s actually supposed to be—a hookup—rhythm. his normally porcelain cheeks are completely flushed, his cool white hair falls in his face, some strands sticking to his forehead glistening in sweat.

“i—what?” you manage to say, still out of breath from how he’s fucking into you with his unfairly big cock. every perfect ridge and vein of it is dragging against your walls as he thrusts in and out of your sopping cunt—though you’ll deny how wet you are because of how large gojo’s ego will be if he knows he actually arouses you.

“say it.” he pouts above you, gripping harder on your shoulders he’s deemed a perfect leverage point in you to help with his strokes. “say i’m doing good… please?” his blue eyes pleading to you like a puppy dog.

“gojo, i’m not fucking doing th—” he shoves all the way back in and stops his thrusts. you moan without even meaning to from the sheer amount of girth being stuffed in you. he juts his lower lip out further, clearly upset by your answer.

“c’mon,” he looks physically pained as he restrains himself from continuing his thrusts. “just say it and i’ll keep fucking you.” he whines out, sounding a lot more weak and less intimidating than he thought he would.

you breathe out. you know he’ll hold on to this for the rest of the foreseeable future but you’re close anyway. you’ll come then kick him out like always and if next time he keeps mentioning it, you’ll just stuff his face with your pussy.

“you’re doing so good, gojo.” you moan out in a shaky voice.

he moans, loudly, near pornographic, and he gets back to thrusting immediately, except he seems more motivated. his strokes are fasting and more like he’s trying to impress you. his sounds are more desperate and huffy than before.

he reaches around your waist to hug you closer and shove his face deep in your neck, right below your ear.

“haaah, fuck, baby—say i’m the best you’ve ever had, please.”

“mm, god, gojo you’re the best i’ll ever fucking have.” he cries out. cries out and actually cries. tears start streaming down his pale face and cupping along your neck and collar bone where he’s found solace. he’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon.

unwantedly but admittedly, you say this next one yourself. it’s almost like you’re starting to… like him. ew.

“such a g’boy for me, satoru.” he nuts. immediately thick cum oozes into your pussy, spilling out from how overstuffed it already is with his girthy, oversized, genetic lottery winning cock. his whole body shakes and shivers while he releases, still trying to thrust so you could finish like the good boy he is.

unfortunately he forgets he’s not god and ends up overstimulating the hell out of himself by the time he gets you to cream by his thumb pressing along your clit.

he brings his head up, covered in sweat as he’s still shaking from the feeling of nutting the hardest he ever has.

he looks nearly completely out of it before his lips curl into a smirk. “you finally called me satoru!” and then he’s attacking your lips and shoving his tongue so far down you’re throat like he’s wasn’t just near seizing from cumming.

[hidingwhere]

— Feeding Sukuna’s stomach mouth

You stared curiously at the peculiar muscle on your husband’s toned stomach, currently closed as he naps beneath you on his chaise lounge. One finger reaches forward, lightly tapping against the outline of the mouth before pulling back.

To your surprise, it opens, lips curling into a cocky grin before it starts… speaking?! Its voice is deep and matches Sukuna’s perfectly, large tongue flicking out.

“Curious, hm?” It drawls slowly, flashing the sharp canines that had been hidden just seconds ago. You lean over to the nearby table, pulling a strawberry from the box and holding it tentatively near the mouth.

“Do you eat food?” You asked, sounding a little stupid talking to your husband’s stomach.

It laughs lightly, lips spreading in amusement. “I do, woman. What do you have in mind? A finger? An arm?”

You grimace. “Ew. No, I have a strawberry.” You press the tip of the strawberry against the tongue, watching it pull the fruit from your grip and chew loudly, red juice staining the sharp teeth.

You watch mesmerised at the unusual body part, noting how expressive it was and how it still managed to work even when Sukuna himself was asleep.

“Do you want another?”

“Hm.” The mouth hums for a second before the tongue flicks out and presses down flat against your two fingers resting against his lower abdomen.

Hesitantly, you lift them, saliva coating your fingers as Sukuna’s mouth stomach sucks on them greedily as if trying taste their flavour. You’re sat in awe, entranced as lewd sucking sounds fills the room.

“Ngh-“ Ryomen grunts suddenly, arm lifting from over his eyes as they flicker open. Immediately, his mouth pulls away from your fingers, closing innocently and leaving you both dumbfounded and aroused.

“What are you doing, wife?”

“Nothing, Kuna,” you lie.

[hidingwhere]

the amount of people saying they love this concept stop i’m giggling sm

[dotalicious]

tw/cw: 18+, ex!izuku, fem!afab!bitchy reader, groping, erections, degradation, mention of pussy eating 😛

the concept of your ex boyfriend izuku getting a boner over seeing you in your little swimsuit at his birthday pool party. so now you’re in the kitchen casually palming his dick through his swim trunks in (supposed) disdain while he lets you… (don’t worry, everyone’s outside… right?) he twitches with every mean thing you say, especially when you call him “weird” and “pathetic,” because the kicker is that you’re clenching those pretty thighs of yours so tight together, it’s got him remembering the way you used to do that around his head. and THEN that gets him practically drooling over the thought of the taste of what lies between them.

yeah, he wants that cookie so damn bad . bitchy attitude and all

[babymakeravenue]

Your boyfriend doesn’t know the difference between a pocket pussy and his loving girlfriend.

Yuji had the stamina of a a tiger in heat, at first, you thought you could handle it, but my goodness that boy could fuck for hours on end and still want round 30. Before you started dating, Todo bought him a pocket pussy, as a gag gift really, Yuji was going to just throw it away, but his curiosity got the better of him. He really just wondered what it would feel like. “I’ll try it once, then throw it away.” He’d tell himself, because he knew he’d get addicted if he kept it any longer, he kept it for that night, then another night, then another night, til he officially had a spot for it, where’d he’d taking it out at night and use it for at least an hour, (maybe two, if it was a long day.) once you guys did start dating, he did eventually throw it away, he had you now, why would he need a pocket pussy, so instead, he started using you like his pocket pussy.

And honestly, you weren’t complaining, he’d come over to your apartment after a mission, and would head straight to your, where you’d probably be laying down, watching anime. “Hi, baby!” You’d exclaim, not knowing that you were about to be absolutely wrecked. Hands on your hips, pulling you back on his cock as he’d whisper in your ear, things like “fuck, baby, you’re milking my fucking balls.” Or “yes, baby, drain my fucking balls!” As he was hunched over your back, fucking like dogs in heat. Your boyfriend just really didn’t understand the difference between you and a pocket pussy.

[duxtch]

warning ladies !! do not spit in gojo’s mouth unless you’re ready for him to nut instantly!

“c’mon baby,” he whines, voice all breathy and cocky, his blue eyes sparkling looking greedy. “i’ve been good. spit in my mouth, please?”

you laugh, because this six-foot-whatever menace who can literally warp reality is pouting like a brat because he wants your spit.

“you’re so fucking weird, toru.”

“you are weird,” he corrects instantly, tongue already poking out a little. “now c’mon.... i’m dying here. my dick’s so hard it’s bout to file a complaint.”

you roll your eyes but lean in anyway, gripping his jaw with one hand, thumb pressing into the soft skin just under his bottom lip. he opens wider, eyes half-lidded, that signature gojo smirk twitching at the corners because he knows exactly how nasty this is.

you gather it slow on purpose, letting him watch, then spit directly onto his waiting tongue. thick, warm, right in the center.

the sound he makes is downright criminal. a broken little moan-groan that vibrates straight through his chest and into yours.

“fuck— again,” he gasps, “do it again. spit like you mean it.”

you do it again, messier this time, letting some of it miss and drip down his chin. he doesn’t even wipe it. just lets it slide while his eyes roll back.

“you’re actually getting off on this, huh?” you tease, grinding down slow on the massive bulge straining against the fabric. “big bad strongest and all it takes is a little spit to make you stupid?”

“shut up and degrade me properly,” he whines, but he’s grinning like an idiot, tongue still out. “call me a nasty little slut or sum. i’m literally leaking for you right now.”

you laugh again, i mean you can’t help it. before you do the request, you reach down and shove his sweats just low enough to free him. he’s flushed dark at the tip, already dripping down the shaft.

“open wider, pretty boy.”

he obeys instantly, loving every second of being absolutely humiliated by you.

you spit again, then lean down and lick into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue while you sink down onto his cock.

satoru’s whole body shudders. he moans into your mouth, hands scrambling on your hips, already babbling.

“more!! fuck— spit on me while you ride me. please baby i’ll do anything. i’ll buy you a country. i’ll cancel infinity for the rest of the night. just keep spitting in my fucking mouth—”

“shush it toru ~~~”

more subby!gojo?

[slvttyplums]

“squirt is piss.” and??? fake perverts

[snashy]

Your dress clung too tight to your body, sweat dripping down your skin. The people around you continued to blabber about their lives, and you were clinging on tight of the stem of your glass. Eyes darting around the area, you excused yourself to the bathroom and rushed towards the area.

With a shove of doors, you locked yourself in the stall and sat down.

“Oh- My!”

You bunched your dress up on your hips, pulling your panties down to reveal the mess of sticky cum. The vibrating toy inside of you made you so overwhelmed that when you pulled it out your body was shaking.

The bathroom door opened and you heard footsteps, praying that whoever came in didn’t hear your vibrator.

“Open the door honey, please?..”

It was him, remote control in hand and knocking on your stall.

He pushed the button multiple times causing the vibrator to shake uncontrollably and you whined, begging him to stop.

“Put it back in baby.”

He stopped the vibrating and waited outside your door, waiting for you to slip it back in..

And when the toy was snug inside of your pussy again, panties pulled up to contain the stickiness, you stepped out with embarrassment on your face.

You walked infront of him and buckled when he turned it on, his large palm slapping your ass cheek as you walked out..

edit: if ur gonna say my writing is straight buns then why did this post get more than 2k likes…. might as well leave a user while ur at it😬

[slutsenpai]

✦ jerking off subby kirishima ／ mdni

I just dreamt that I was behind kirishima on his couch, he was fully clothed but I was stroking his cock and kissing all over his neck and he was whimpering and whining and sniffling and it’s fucking with my head so badly …

like his cock is just so big and THICK, could hardly fit my hand around it … his skin is so soft and his tip was all pink and dripping so much … meanwhile he’s crying with his pretty face in your neck, so you have to coo to him that it’s okay, that he’s doing so good for you .. and because he has his clothes on, your hand is getting caught in his sweat shorts and his tee and it’s so messy but neither of you care because it feels so fucking good. I can’t even describe how pretty he feels in your hand, just smooth and warm and weighty, your wrist brushing against the trimmed black hairs at his base with each pull and you can see just a bit of his perfect abs and how they’re flexing and how he’s struggling to breathe.

he’s perfect, and it’s all for you .. sweet boy :(

I feel like he would be such a crybaby with the right person …

[pawcider]

LIGHT YAGAMI RELATIONSHIP HCS ( REQ ) ❀ a/n ༉‧₊˚ i lost the original request for this 😓 but hope u like it nonnie !!!

touches you like he’s not supposed to hand on your lower back. fingers brushing your thigh under the table. he never looks like he’s doing anything wrong. never lets it break his perfect composure. but his hand stays just a second too long. his voice lowers when he says your name. and somehow, you're the one getting flustered.

talks to you like he’s testing something every question has a double meaning. every compliment comes slow, calculated. “you’re so sharp. it’s kind of dangerous.” “oh?” he smiles like he already knows what you’re thinking. “i like dangerous.”

has a habit of backing you into corners when he’s serious he doesn't shout. doesn’t even raise his voice. he just moves closer. calmly. precisely. until your back hits a wall and his hand is braced beside your head. “i’m not angry,” he murmurs. but you can feel your pulse spike anyway.

uses his intelligence like a weapon in the bedroom he knows exactly what to say. what tone to use. how to look at you from across the room and make your breath hitch. he figures you out too fast. reads your reactions like a formula. and once he knows what gets to you—he never lets you forget it.

makes you come to him he’s patient. smug. lets you act stubborn, lets you pretend you’re unaffected. but his voice is calm, sure, steady: “you’ll come here when you’re ready.” and you always do. eventually. every time.

gets possessive when he’s jealous, but not loud about it he doesn’t make a scene. he just pulls you in closer. stares down the threat. his voice stays soft, unreadable. “he’s not important. i don’t like people touching what’s mine.” you open your mouth, but he shuts you up with a kiss that feels more like a warning.

likes control — in every sense of the word he leads. sets the pace. watches how far you’ll let him go. but he doesn’t need force. just precision. just pressure. “tell me what you want,” he says, close to your ear. and you do. because he asks like he already knows the answer.

his kisses are slow — on purpose not messy. not rushed. just methodical, like he’s trying to ruin you one layer at a time. he tilts your chin up. makes you wait for it. when your breath hitches, he smiles. “that’s better,” he whispers, mouth barely touching yours.

never looks flustered, but loves when you are he’s always composed. always calm. but he watches the way your thighs press together when he leans close. the way your voice shakes when he says something low. “don’t look at me like that,” you mutter. “like what?” he murmurs. “i’m just listening.”

makes you forget he’s dangerous — until he reminds you sometimes he’s soft. focused. perfect. then there are moments — quick flashes — where he says something that makes your stomach drop. not loud. not threatening. just… calm. “you’re lucky i like you,” he says. “other people don’t get second chances.”

[tonycries]

(S)CREAM IT! - R.S.

Synopsis. Five times the Ghostface AKA the big, bad Ryomen Sukuna fails at making you scream (in terror), and the one time he finally does make you scream (for more, with both pairs of lips.)

Pairing. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, Ghostface!Sukuna, 5 + 1 things, Scream references, reader is either oblivious or genius, slightly dark comedy, slight crackfic, víbrators, overstím, oraI (fem rec.), fíngering, spítting, p sIapping, p talking, PÚSSYDRÚNK Sukuna, manhandIing, matíng presses, size differences, making it fit, counting, cervíx kíssing, creampíes, implied marathons, with mask, special cameo at end, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 10.6k

A/N. HAPPY KlNKTOBER BABYGIRLS!!

Ryomen Sukuna had his eyes on you.

Quite intensely. Unable to take them off. Looking through the gaps of your bedroom curtains.

A hulking figure crouched on the balcony of your second floor: dark robes, glinting knife, his ghoulish ‘Ghostface’ mask pressed up against the window, only slightly blurring the vision of his cute next target - you.

You had your back turned to him, searching for something underneath your bed. So innocent. So vulnerable. It was such a scary night, and yet, you didn’t seem on edge at all.

Sukuna chuckles, a hand slipping underneath the tiny crack of your window. And just his luck! You’d left it unlocked—was that for him? Aw, you shouldn’t have.

Really. You shouldn’t have.

Just as he starts to liiiift the window open and step inside- at that very moment, you’re lifting yourself up, too. Finally having found whatever it is you’d been looking for - and the infamous, desensitized Ghostface freezes as he sees what it is.

One of…those toys.

Colored the brightest hot-pink his eyeballs have ever had the misfortune of seeing, created all long and girthy into the massive shape of a–

Oh.

Wait. 

Sukuna pales (more than his mask.)

Sukuna balks (more than his mask.)

Sukuna immediately backs out of the window for dear life. Immediately.

“Fuck!” He hisses to himself, underneath his breath as he clamors to get down from your windowsill and back into the safety of the outside.

This has never happened before. Never. He’d never even dreamt of it - when he planned to carry out his…duties tonight, he certainly didn’t account for the notion that you might be busy carrying out your duties, as well. Honestly, couldn’t you have picked some other night?

And he glances back through the window to double-check, just to make sure that his thick mask wasn’t just playing tricks on him and- wait, wait, wait. Sukuna’s second eyeful of your (admittedly…impressive) vibrator doesn’t just make him escape, it makes him fall back onto the platform of your balcony with a dull thud!

So much for a seasoned serial killer. 

So it really wasn’t the mask. He’s rubbing his aching temples, cautiously lifting his head up to check that he hadn’t alerted you, his victim, just yet.

And at least something was going his way tonight, because you didn’t seem to have noticed yet. No, you were much too busy sprawling yourself out on your silky bedsheets by now, an almost-shy smirk plastered across your face as you flick the power button of your vibrator on.

Both you and Sukuna jolt as it whirrs to life.

Then you’re teasing the quivering, fat tip of it down the middle of your body, down your tummy, all the way down to your navel. Circlin’ it just slightly on the skin there, in a way that leaves him somewhat dizzy. 

Before you’re inevitably letting it bzz-bzz-bzz right over your flimsy sleep shorts.

And Sukuna didn’t know whether it was because of his proximity, or because of the sheer power of your lewd toy, but he swears he’s able to hear it.

Every tremor. 

Every tiny gasp that you’re letting out afterwards.

He finds himself gulping helplessly down his parched throat as he watched you slyly slip your vibrator beneath the hem of your shorts. And, well, one thing he often did like to boast about was his superior eyesight - though, that really wasn’t helping right now. Not when all it showed him was the fact that you weren’t wearing any panties underneath. 

Bare. Dripping wet.

He gulps again.

And he could see it all through your unlocked, uncovered window - seriously, if a murderer like him could see it, then he didn’t want to imagine who else could. Didn’t you know that there were bad people roaming about?

Which is why, without much thought (perhaps out of pure desperation), he’s raising a fist up to the glass of your window and knocking. Just twice. 

BANG! BANG!

Enough to grab your attention - though, barely. 

You had your head thrown back into your puffy pillows by this point, eyes heavily-lidded with lust n’ pleasure. It takes you a few tries just to barely crack them open and turn your head towards where the sound was emanating from.

And in your hazy mind, you almost can’t believe that you’d been so horny that your brain was now conjuring up images of some sexy Ghostface outside your very window. Almost.

Honestly, you really did need to unwind like this more if you were starting to see illusions.

“Some Ghostface- hah!” You’re sighing, just then letting the swollen vibrator shake against your ready hole. You’re going from pressing innocent lil’ kisses to your cunt, to then sinking the first bulging inch of it inside. 

Such an incredible size, you’re arching your back with a whine. “Oh, I wish there was a Ghostface outside. Just see how I- hah, work him. Mmm, would ride him with that mask on.” Trying to look back through your slightly-parted curtains again (halfway out of responsibility, halfway out of…something else), you find that tall, towering figure wasn’t there anymore. 

So it really was a trick of your mind. 

You’re pouting your lips, “If only.”

Meanwhile, Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t outside your window because he was trying to run away from it- yes, he was there long enough to hear what you’d said.

Cheeks red. Ears redder. His cock furiously throbbing between his legs- fuck, he was glad for the flowy robes.

Maybe…maybe later. Maybe another victim. Maybe he should choose another occupation. Maybe- wait. He lurches to a stop in his tracks once he’s almost all the way down your driveway, one foot outside your gate.

Wait a minute. Why the hell was he running?

“Fuck- hold on, I’m Ghostface.” He wrenches off his mask, uncaring if anyone nearby sees for now (not like they’d be able to get a word out before he got them, anyways.) Staring at it almost as if a reminder of who he was, “I’ve never run away from anyone else-” Usually, it’s them running away from him. “-I can handle her.”

And he turns back to your house. Your bedroom lights still on; with you likely still inside. 

Driving him wild.

Donning that mask once more, fitted around his neck and melding in with his death-like robes. He starts walking back to your house, “M’gonna take care of it tonight even if it kills me- her- me?”

Yeah. He can handle you.

He’ll just make you scream.

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Ryomen Sukuna, well, Ghostface was in your basement now.

Don’t even ask him how; his forté was more climbing in through windows, so he’d been forced to make a quick walk to the nearby store and buy a handy manual on how to pick locks (which he didn’t even end up using, he simply broke off the padlock on the door that led to your basement from outside.)

Which, to be fair, at least he had the mind to close and lock it from the inside. See, he wasn’t careless like a certain someone.

And now he stood in the middle of the dusty room, knowing that you were right above him on the first floor. He could hear footsteps, and kept a keen ear out as he shuffled his way in the darkness. 

It was one of those old-fashioned, large basements. One that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a horror movie (hah!) With precariously leaning towers of boxes and shadowed paintings, mannequins, bits n’ bobs of things at random that were unnameable in the dim lighting. Right in the middle, there was a wooden staircase that seemingly led up into the house—perfect. 

You wouldn’t be able to tell but he was smiling behind his mask. 

He darts towards it instantly. Waltzing up the steps just about two at a time - humming, skipping, holding on tight to his knife. It was quite a simple plan, really, genius nonetheless (of course it was, he’d come up with it, after all): walk up these stairs, break down the door, find you in the house, and do what he does best.

“Hell fuckin’ yeah-” Sukuna murmurs. Oh, you might have bested him and nearly broke his murderous morale earlier, but you won’t get away so easily this time. 

Nearly climbed all the way up to the threshold of that door by now. He was only a step away, “Hope you had a mighty fun time earlier, mama, because this time, I won’t be thrown off.” Reaching for that door knob. “This time, I’m unstoppable.” Clasped, just about to turn. “This time, I–”

Click!

The door opened.

And it wasn’t him who opened it.

“Stupid, stupid thing.” You’re muttering to yourself, your brows furrowed, eyes fixated solely on the silent vibrator in your hand.

Oh, what a time for your favorite toy to run out of battery - and right when things were getting good, too! You’d been lucky - that brief illusion of Ghostface from earlier had made your imagination run positively wild. In all the best ways.

And just as you found yourself ebbing towards a crashing peak, your vibrator had let its weary tremors dwindle out. 

Leaving you all high and dry.

Leaving you stomping down to the basement in an attempt to find those extra pairs of batteries that you knew you’d stashed in a box somewhere. And so, here you were.

With your basement door wide open. And you raising your head up to look—

“Oh.” You casually reach over the side of the wall to flick on the light switch. You’d nearly forgotten to, and in the darkness, that basement of yours almost looked…eerie. As if the shadows could move. Reach out at any time.

But that was all your mind conjuring things up- what with it being ‘spooky season’, and the nights drawling on longer lately.

You quickly surveyed your basement as you walked down, and found nothing amiss. Absolutely nothing. 

The same stacked columns of boxes, the same paintings, the same mannequins that came with the house, too (apparently the previous owner had been into fashion, something along those lines). And you’re passing a few as you get to the box you knew held most electronic spare parts, shuffling through it for a brief second before pulling out exactly what you came here for - the batteries.

With a pack of them tightly clasped in your hand, you’re turning to make your way back.

When, all of a sudden, something at the corner of the basement catches your eye.

Something tall. Something strong. Something dressed in all-black with a popular Halloween mask on - huh, you never realized that your basement was home to a larger-than-life mannequin dressed as Ghostface.

What a coincidence. You walk up to it with a smile, your hand reaching out to glide across his soft Stygian robes.

“Oh, so life-like.” Musing, with your brows raised in slight surprise. What high quality! “I don’t remember it being dressed up like this, though? Hm, must be some drunken shenanigan. Or a prank. Maybe Shoko would know…”

And - with the most devious glint in your eyes (oh, it makes him just sweat behind his mask as he held still) - you’re tracing your fingertips, just the very corners of them, down his broad front. Feeling every ripped ridge n’ chiselled ab on the mannequin, “And it’s one of those muscular types, too- wow.” You pretend to tap your chin in faux thought, “You know, you’re way too good to be in this dusty ol’ basement.”

No he isn’t! Sukuna screamed, inside his head.

“Way too nice.”

No he isn’t! 

“Way too hot.”

No he- hold on, you really think so? Heh…

“Tomorrow morning,” you nod to yourself, as if making a mental note. Finally - finally - starting to make your actual way back up the stairs. “I’ll get you up there tomorrow morning.”

Why not now- wait, no!

The basement door slams before he’s properly gathered his thoughts together - properly gathered a recollection of what just happened because, seriously, what just happened?

You’re telling him that one of the most wanted, dangerous criminals of all time saw you sauntering inside your basement and didn’t even make a move? Didn’t move at all, in fact? Only a mere glimpse of you and he was scrambling back down the stairs, standing himself in a corner and pretending to be a mannequin while you ran your hands all over him as much as you liked.

Though, to be fair, he liked it, too…

But that was a weakness! Sukuna punches the air, he can’t believe he let his pretty victim free so easily. 

To add insult to injury, he hears your footsteps from above, padding away presumably to insert that new pack of batteries in your vibrator and get back to your…duties.

His mouth drops into a soundless wail—you’d bested him again. Darn you! 

And he trudges back out through the very door he’d smashed in to get here, oh, he didn’t want to stay a single second inside this basement. Not after you’d beaten him so easily. Not the place where he’d failed. He should find a new, honorable place to conduct his plans.

And, this time, it’ll work. It will.

He was hard again.

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Sukuna was a genius. He was a mastermind. He wasn’t the King of Curses (just a lil’ nickname he’d picked up) for nothing. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that he was the most amazing criminal to ever grace this Earth?

Because just try and guess where he was right now. Go on, guess! Guess!

Well. You wouldn’t be able to guess anyway, because at the moment, Ryomen Sukuna was inside your very chimney. Surprise! It wasn’t exactly Christmas just yet, and neither was he Santa Claus, but you could consider Ghostface to be a festive sort of guy.

He did like red.

Spacious for a chimney. But it was a tight squeeze considering his sheer size, however, that just made it all the more easier for him to push his bulky deltoids upon either side of the chimney and inch his way down. Slowly but surely. Inch by inch by centimeter. 

An agonizingly time-consuming process, but he had all night and nothing better to do but you (not in that way, but, not that he would, well…anyway.) 

The only thing illuminating his pathway was from the glowing light of your living room, seeping down from the floor and crawling up the base of the chimney. By the lack of soot and ash, it seems you didn’t actually use the fireplace- and what a shame, frankly, it was quite nice (at least, from the inside.) But he wasn’t complaining about that.

Not at all. It was one of the few things that’d gone right for him tonight - the fact that you didn’t use it.

And the closer he got to the end of it, the more his heart raced. The more his throat gulped. Ears reddened, inexplicably. If he slightly craned his head down, he could hear your voice drifting softly throughout the house, like a soothing breeze.

Which was- sappy.

He didn’t know why he was thinking like that. Especially not of one that had bested him. Twice.

So, instead of focusing on the (gorgeous) tone of your voice, he diverts his attention towards what you were saying. Perhaps it would help him hurry along his master plan, and to be prepared for what would meet him when he finally climbed down—

“Hm—the–batteries–” Ah, that angry length of his that’d just gone down jumped. It seems you were still going on about that vibrator of yours. 

And then his eardrums ring with the quiet, constant buzz of your vibrator. Testing it out.

Good on you, he thought. A shame it won’t quite amount to anything, though, because-

“Finally works.” You’re sighing in relief, apparently passing by the room now if the volume of your voice was anything to go by. “Now I just have to throw this packaging away aaaaand…” You flick through a few different options on your toy, before stopping at your favorite setting, “Oh, I know a lady that’s been missing you.” Talking to it, half-jokingly. “And maybe a mannequin, too- hah! We’ll have to see about that tomorrow.”

Sukuna slips.

Gripping onto a jutting ledge of brick inside the chimney just in time to stop himself from plummeting all the way down - but that certainly doesn’t stop the crumbling pieces of aged stone and soot from falling, instead.

A few trundling pieces of debris that cascade down to the barren fire pit below, with a slight noise that would most certainly catch your attention.

Sukuna closes his eyes with a wince as he waits for your reaction.

“Oh, that’s perfect.”

What?

“I’ve never tried out the fireplace before—I could just burn the package there!”

What.

And he’s deadlocked; stuck between getting himself down and out of the direct line of fire instantly- and simply breaking out into a climb up, up, upwards. Escaping. But, of course, before he can choose between a choice in this dilemma, you’re already leaning by the fireplace with a match in your hands. 

He can see it. Just a sliver of your fingers, just a spark of the fire.

Before it’s suddenly roaring, and you’re happily throwing the cardboard battery package into it. It makes the licking, curdling flames climb up the sides of the chimney nearly faster than he could. And oh, he climbed.

He clawed.

Up and up. Out and out. He waded his way through and wondered just how Santa Claus made it look so easy.

Sukuna’s billowing black robes snag on sharp ledges of rock inside, and tear without mercy. All the way down his shoulders, his arms, his abs, until- finally, finally, once he’s managing to pop body out from the narrow end of the chimney, it’s without half of his original outfit. Not even.

His Ghostface robes were torn all the way down his front: with only slight tatters of its fabric covering the valley of his toned pecs, the rest of it draped out behind like a mini-cape. You could see everything from his sculptured muscles, decorated with goosebumps against the chilly air; to the inky tattoos winding in bands around his beefy biceps, his wrists, on each of his deltoids, a few patterns on his pecs, and some even dipping down his v-line. They were sensual (at least, he already knows you’d find it so.) Exposed. 

His mask was still untouched, at the very least - although, at this point he might as well be wearing only that.

And that jet-black denim he had the mind to wear underneath.

“Fucking hell.” He doesn’t even know how to feel at this point - enraged that you’d beaten him once more (what even was the score now? Three to zero?), or simply relieved that not a single part of him or his clothes had gotten singed during the-

Something was burning.

He looked down.

It was the cuff of his trousers. The tiniest flame.

Sukuna doesn’t think twice about jumping from roof to roof of your house, then cannon-balling straight into the murky pool that was luckily placed in your back yard. Straight. Into. It.

“Oh- fuck!” He’s spitting out, coughing out lungfuls of water once he surfaces. Something tortured cracking at he back of his throat as he bemoans to himself, “Seriously- a f-fuckin’ fire? Who’s the serial killer here, huh?”

Burned and drenched. Both of it at the same time.

He looks down sadly at the remnants of what his famed, expensive robes used to be. 

A tear slips down his cheek, and he grits down on his cheek dramatically. “It’s alright, Ghostface. Ghostface never cry, remember? Ghostface never cry.” And instead of bawling, he smacks his hand down on the side of the pool, “I’ll still get her.”

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That being said, he does lie there contemplating in the pool for just a bit.

Floating there, he sifts through all the places he might be able to break in: every other window was locked and he didn’t want to risk what else he might find out from your bedroom window; that basement made him shy- n-no, actually, he means it makes him enraged every time he thought about it; the chimney that was…

Sukuna shivers. It wasn’t from the cold.

He blows bubbles into the water, and was damn glad that there were no other serial killers or criminals lurking about because if they saw that the big, bad Ghostface was pouting? 

Sukuna shivers again.

And so do you.

Fuck! His devilishly crimson eyes widen as he catches sight of you standing there at the threshold of your back door, face scrunched up against the bite of the cold night. As you jerk yourself forwards, step by step, with a trash bag in hand, he sinks under the water.

Just the very top of his head staring over the rim of the glistening pool, he watches like a predator in lurk as you get closer.

You didn’t notice him yet. Your feet take you towards the line of recycling bins that you’d placed outside your house; against the wall, facing the poolside from a little ways away.

He hears you rambling underneath your breath, harrumphing, “Oh- I wish I could have burned most of this, too.” Now that makes Sukuna nearly stop listening out of fear of what would have happened - how large that fire would have been - if you did.

Thankfully, though, you take your time placing the correct bags in the correct bins. “Take care of one thing and then I just have to take care of the other. Can’t even- have some- fun- hmpf.” Your expression tightens into one of slight inconvenience, and he can’t help but stare and find it almost…cute. “Hate adulting.”

Well, he did, too. But at least you were being responsible. 

So that’s when Sukuna decided that it’s high time he’s responsible, too. And he starts to steadily edge out of the pool, agonizingly balanced so that he wouldn’t make a noise and startle you into making a break for it.

Just a bit, his hand reaches out to grab you.

Just a bit more.

Then a bit more.

And then-

Then you’re bending.

Seemingly to pick up the last of your garbage bags, but to Sukuna- oh, to Ryomen Sukuna you’re just giving the perfect view. The most heavenly.

With your silky, shiny sleep shorts hiking up, the pert globes of your ass unintentionally in perfect view, and if he angled his head just right then he might be able to see- fuck, didn’t you know that it should be illegal to go ‘round showing him that? 

To go ‘round disrupting his business.

Goddammit.

You just look so…tempting like this that he’s fully freezing once more, and he swears he starts to see little tendrils of steam start to waft from the skin of his cheeks, his ears. 

And even worse was the heat that started up between his legs. Again. His erection is rock-fucking-hard already, fighting against the tightness of his denim. He takes one look down at it, then one look up at you again.

One look down.

One look up.

One look down.

Until you stand up, and he’s splashin’ his way back inside the haven of the pool. Sinking himself in way past the tips of his ears; partly to hide from you, partly to try and cool himself off. He succeeds in only that first bit.

Because you look over your shoulder at the strange sound, brows knitting. “Hm? What was that? Strange…” Then again, your mind had been doing strange things to you all night. “Maybe I left the pool jets on.”

Sukuna smacks his hand against his forehead.

He can feel some overworked guardian angel of yours do the very same.

Honestly, have you really not watched any scary movies? There could be weirdos out here, y’know? He has half the mind to get out right now and give you a good talking-to about stranger danger and situational awareness (not that it would really help his career, but it would help his cortisol levels)- and, thankfully, before he actually did do something of the sort (seriously, his hand was already on the edge of the pool) you’re walking the short distance back to your house.

And Sukuna can’t even feel defeated nor disappointed, because at least inside you’ll be somewhat safe- wait, why did he even care about that?

“Oh, fuck it!” He’s slamming both palms down on the watery banks and hauling himself up. Uncaring of any noise. Uncaring of any attention.

Ghostface has had enough. 

So he straightens his mask, grips his knife, and thunders right up to the now-closed back door of your house. And knocks.

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KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Someone was at the door.

You blinked, your head snapping to a clock at the end of the hallway—it was deep into the night, and the time was past twelve. So you certainly weren’t expecting anyone at this hour.

Cautiously, you make your way to the door, which groaned and shook underneath the constant barrage of knocks - well, more like bashes. It seemed that whoever was on the other side was desperate, if they couldn’t get inside this very second then they might as well break the door down.

And you weren’t quite up for that, so you hasten towards it. Perhaps it was one of your neighbors- maybe you arranged the recycling wrong?

“Coming—!” You’re trilling out, more to soothe the person trying to wreck your door. It doesn’t work. Briefly, you look through the peep hole - only to catch a brief flash of skin, tattooed, muscular, a…chest? An incredibly chiselled one, at that.

Confused, you open the door.

Only to be met with…him.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” The man (can you even call him that–he had a Ghostface mask on that obscured his face) in front of you crosses his arms, and his large, beefy biceps flex as he does so. “Because you’d die in all of ‘em.”

“I uh…what?”

He impatiently taps his feet, with the air of a boyfriend that’d been bailed on for dinner, and had just-so-happened to have been fasting the entire night to eat twice as much then. “Do ya have any idea how long I’ve been waiting outside?”

You didn’t even answer. It seemed his black robes were ripped, drenched through, revealing that aforementioned chest, washboard abs, broad shoulders. 

And you’re ogling them for a good second- perhaps more, because he’s catching on with an irritated grunt. “And then there’s that-” Wrenching off his soaked mask now, “-honestly, mama, at least take a guy out to dinner, would ya?”

Before you can get out another word, he’s pointing the tip of his knife up in the general direction of your second floor. Accusing. “And your windows? Lock your windows- seriously. You have no idea who could try to get in, all sorts of fuckin’ weirdos around these parts.” Then swinging it around, pointing towards your basement. “Also, get better padlocks! I broke those off easily. Useless, those things. And stop using fireplaces! Who the fuck even uses fireplaces in this day and age- what- are ya trying to kill Santa Claus?”

And then he stops. Somewhat abruptly. 

Greedy gaze flicking down to those shorts you were still wearing. Sinful.

“And those shorts…” He runs a hand down his face, almost exasperated. Almost ruined. “-yer gonna kill a man in those shorts.”

You gape, “Who?” And you take the time to admire his soft, pink hair like cotton candy; and likely the handsomest face you’ve ever seen in your entire life. Why was this man prowling through dark neighborhoods and not the covers of magazines?

Though his attractive face was now downturned into a frown, “Me!” 

The stranger stabs a thumb at himself in emphasis, then barges in past the threshold of your backdoor without another word. Without even asking. Like he owned the place, he filled out every single inch of your door frame with his towering build. 

The floor boards thudding just a bit with every step, “Ghostface.” He’s spitting out, laser-focused eyes narrowed down at you. You’re hit with a sudden thrill as you recognize the name. And he takes it a step further, “Ryomen Sukuna, at your evil service.” Cornering you further and further- and further. 

You edge yourself against the wall of your corridor, staring up at his snarl. Every word he hisses out. 

One of his tattooed forearms presses up above your head, caging you in with his Herculean body. He was just so toned, and the lack of…fabric somehow made your mouth water. Your thighs pressing together.

Sukuna’s so close by now that his hot, panting breath fans your face in gusts- plump lips parted ever-so-slightly. Pouty, almost. “And m’here for nothing good. M’here to make you scream.”

His knife glints but he doesn’t seem to want to reach for it.

Instead, he’s staring at you.

At the slight twinkle of something in your eyes, at the way you’re not shy to let him crush you against the front of his body and pin you down, at the subtle smirk dancing upon your lips once you ask—“Can you…put the mask back on? Just for a second?”

Slowly and silently, he does.

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“Fuck-” You’re hiccuping out from the very back of your throat, your legs squeezin’ savagely over Sukuna’s sculptured shoulders.

You could feel every inch of him twitch n’ flex as he’s pinning you down with a hand on your restless hips. Keeping you oh-so-still once he moves himself down your body, pushing you into the bed that he’d carried you all the way to, pushing himself between your jittery legs.

You’re feeling his scorched breath waft against the sides of your thighs and you shiver, teeth gnawing down on your lower lip. “F-fuck, Kuna, won’t you hurry up?”

“Made me waste all night and now you want me to hurry up, brat?” He’s huffing with a roll of his eyes, leaning in just close and sniffing at your needy core. Smirking. And another one of his arms plants a good solid spank right on top of your clothed cunt. Something in his gaze lights up at the wetness he feels seeping through- “Oh? She’s fuckin’ dripping, huh?”

The smack sends zings of pleasure zapping up your body- “Yes- want it-”

“How about a please?”

“Please-”

“Mmmm, not good enough.” Sukuna hums, faux polite. And just to tease you even further, he’s slipping his padded fingertips underneath your shorts and gently rubbin’ your folds back and forth. “M’an evil man but even I have manners. How about pretty please?”

“P-pretty please-” Tugging on your sleep shorts yourself, only for him to whallop out another good swat from the doughy tips of his fingers. 

You’re hastily snatching your hands away, instead placing them in the valley of his coral pink hair. “I already said it, Kuna. Pretty please? C’mon—”

“Easy easy, girl.” And before you can even blink, he’s pulling out that infamous knife from before- using it for nothing but rip-rip-riiiipping off your clothes. Every single scrap.

They’re thrown haphazardly behind his back, ignoring your pointed whines about how this was some ‘limited edition.’ Sukuna smears your trembling legs apart, getting them to push up even wider with a slight smack to your pussy.

He’s grumbling with a smile, so lecherous on him. The smile of a man about to have a feast. “Would’ve used my mouth, but I wanted to take a goooood long look at ‘er first.” And then he purses his lips and spits a fat glob of saliva down your slippery slit. Adding to the glistening sheen. “Mmm, you should know, the only thing better than my knife s’my tongue, mama.”

“B-but you’re not that good with your knife, are you?” You’re blinking down at his rovering maw, innocently.

Not-so-innocent, actually, and he’s trickling down spit onto your cunt once more. “Shut up.” Another splat. Another spank. “Shut up.”

Before he’s really making you shut up.

Sukuna doesn’t wait. Sukuna doesn’t even hesitate before he’s slipping his thick, elongated tongue between the puffiness of your pussylips.

He doesn’t even give you the time to register that he’d just suddenly surged his handsome face forward, gluing his ravenous lips to yours. The ridged edge of his tongue sliiiiiides just up n’ down your folds a few times, gathering all your honeyed slick onto his tongue.

And then Sukuna tilts his head back and makes you watch as he lets it drip all the way to the back of his throat. Poolling. He looks at your treacly cunt, he speaks to it- “Mmm, always knew you’d be sweet the moment you bent in front of me.” Gurgled.

“Fuck-” You gasp, your body attempting to lurch yourself off of the bed at the way that he’s then thrusting his face back in again- nose-deep. “Fuck, Sukuna, don’t you need to breathe?”

“Fuck, no?” As if he was offended you would even ask him that. And he’s pressin’ himself up so close now that the pointed end of his chin hits the base of your pussy. Like he was plastered all over you. All over your core. Dumbfounded. “Why would I need to breathe when—mmm, such a sweet—pretty—”

The ends of his sentences aren’t even understandable. Petering out as his long, slick tongue tugs past your tight entrance.

Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull as his lengthy muscle stretches out your circular orifice, thrusting at a maddened pace like never before. In and out. In and out. And the thing was that he was just extra, extra prolonged - swabbin’ his way ‘round hidden spots in your walls with the tip of his tongue. “Oh my god- ngh, d-don’t think anyone’s reached those spots with their tongue before.”

“Mmm, what did I say?”

Muffled. Sukuna’s swirling around maddeningly inside of you and you can only take it- not even your legs trying to crush his head between them can do anything. “That you- oh, fuck.”

“S’not exactly what I said—” He’s taunting you from below, a soppy smack to your pussy- making glittering beads of slick splatter all over his face. “Wanna try again?”

Gasping, “Your tongue- your-”

“Yeahhh—?”

“That it’s–” Curving so well inside you that your eyes keep drifting to the back of your skull after every sloppy drag of his. Swervin’ around and around before his textured tongue pulls back out, jackhammering roughly back in to do the same thing all over again. “-better than your- fuck. And it clearly is.”

“Clearly is, hm?” And as a little treat, the mountainous edge of his palm swats down once more. “Aaaand let’s see if she can say it any clearer…”

Whilst he quietens down, your pussy definitely doesn’t. Again and again; such looooong lavishing licks makes his tongue spearhead dangerously close towards your g-spot. And you get the distinct feeling that if he could go any deeper than he already would have. He hums, pink brows raising at the racket your cunt was making, “Well, she certainly did.” He edges in even closer, as if that was even possible. 

Murmuring. Vibrating. Bashing in. Like it was on purpose, the pleasure he’s giving you makes your poor limp thighs squeeeeeeze—

Sukuna loved it. Oh, he was addicted to the pressure of it.

And it was just so cute how you thought that chokin’ him with your pretty legs was going to make him calm down. Even the slightest bit, “What’s this? Wanna choke me with these- hah, thighs, mama? You’re gonna hafta try a whole lot harder than that.”

“What do you- oh.” The aged bedsprings of your mattress creak as he shifts your positions ever-so-slightly. With Sukuna delving deeper down, your legs firmly restraining his head, one of his hands coming up to keep you there.

And as if that already wasn’t ruining you enough, he’s letting that hand trek towards your heated core. Long fingers reaching out and running down your wet pussy, toying. “Like this, y’know? She can be louder f’me like this, too.”

It’s then that you realize that his thick, ruthless fingers have cold metal rings on them.

You’re feeling each and every one as they pry apart your slick-flooded folds with a damp plop! Scourin’ your velvety walls with no prior warning, he lets his rovering tips scrape even past even where his tongue has reached. 

Proddin’ at every nook, cranny, and tender spot.

“Like- like this.” Almost as if he was fighting his own self at this point. He’s sticking his tongue past your pussylips, flicking at your walls inside. “Gonna hafta squeeze me harder.” And then he’s alternating with his digits, bulky and ringed. Thrashing. Making your legs tight-tight-tighten ‘round his throat. “Choke me while I eat you out, mama.”

And he sounded dead fucking serious.

He was going harder. Sloppier.

Letting out the loudest, most primal slurps as he’s punishing your cunt with both the probin’ inches of his fingers, and the way his tongue lavishes right over. 

“I-I am. Shit- they’re reaching so deep.” And each time you’re spraying out even more of your sweetened juices after his thrusts, he licks it all riiiiight up. Not a single ounce gone to waste. Something about it makes you feel slightly dizzy with need, “You’re so thirsty- didn’t you have anything to drink while you hah, failed all night, Kuna?”

“Well, I did have a dip in the pool, brat.” He says this all with the most glutinous glaze of slick dripping down his attractive face. From his chin all the way up to his high cheekbones. “But I think she’s even wetter…”

Scissoring his thick fingers inside of you so that you’re stretching out further, his frigid ring scrapes your walls deliciously raw. Loud.

He chuckles, “See? She agrees w’me, too.” Jaw hanging open lewdly, his tongue slippin’ out from your hole for a brief second to slither up to your clit. He presses down. “Now, let’s see if we can make her scream.”

Oh.

Your heart dropped straight down to your pussy, and it’s as if Sukuna was makin’ out with your lips there like he was a man starved. A man parched. 

Hot, open-mouthed kisses with his tongue slipping and sliding all over. Occasionally tugging on your entrance and making you squeal at the stretch, then other times he’d let it roll over your clit. “Fuck, I don’t think she can be a-any louder-” You can’t believe you were babbling away just like he is, back arching as he then bites down on your sensitive nub. Bites. “-fuh-fuuuck!”

“There we go.” Snickering at the latest gush of your webbed wads, so much of it plastering all over his face and down to his wrists. The firm edges of his knuckles hit the front of your pussy in repeated strikes, and his skin reddens with slamming impact. “There we go. Theeeere we go, n’ I haven’t even found that cute lil’ spot o’ yours yet, mama. Imagine that.”

Tears stream down your cheeks by this point, “A-at this rate, I almost don’t want you to find it.”

“Mmm, you lie.” Sukuna nibbles down on your clit once more, just gently enough to make you see stars. “She says she wants me ta find it- ngh, so m’gonna find it.”

And he was determined.

Pushing and pushing.

Constant, rapid thrusts that edge his knobbled tips even closer to where you actually needed him the most. And you can map out precisely where Sukuna is because his icy rings are merciless, molding your softened walls to him just right. 

His rugged fingerpads swirl around just a bit, and he’s managing to maze his digits directly into the throbbing spot of your g-spot.

He hums, “Found it~”

“Oh- oh my god-” Your chin hits your chest as you’re turning to look down, and he’s pushing inside viciously. Long, vulgar strokes that bash and bash your bundle of nerves, until you’re sure that the circumferences of his fingers are bruised in there. 

And you damn near see white just as his mouth salivates right over your clit once more. Slickly running up and down your dripping wet crevice, “Kuna, I don’t think m’gonna last- hah.”

“Oh yeah?” He’s spitting once more, faster. Harder. Just as mean as he was, his mouth was even meaner. And soon enough, you’re realizing that he wasn’t just slobbering patterns all over- he’s drawing out wet hearts on your perky nub. Swollen and pulsing with need. “That jus’ means I get to make her scream even more f’me- heh, cream.”

“Just sh-shut up and make me cum.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And with only one, two, three more lil’ pecks of his ringed fingers, you’re falling apart. Just crashing into your high like never before- “Cum—cumming.” Gasping through the hitches of your sobs, after every peak. “Fuck fuck fuck m’cumming.”

“I know.” And he did know. He was shoving his rugged, slam-ridden fingertips against your g-spot during every mountainous part of your high.

Like he’d somehow pinpointed it to the exact nanoseconds. Letting the zapping electricity of your orgasm burst out, elongate, draw out your wave of bliss like never before. “Mhm, I know. N’ the least you can do after makin’ me go through all that trouble is to ride my tongue properly.” Gruffly sticking his tongue against your clit. “C’mon- c’mon, big drags, okay? Big drags.”

“F-fuck yeah…” Your pupils circle comically inside the whites of your eyes after each lick, each drilling thrust. 

He manhandles you thoroughly, one hand pinned to the side of your waist that helps your unstable hips move back n’ forth down his face. And you find out that Ryomen Sukuna looooved having his face ridden, his nose pressing up against the buttony knob of your clit. 

Again and again.

Even when it’s largely past your high, and that pleasure is coming down to nothing more than a few stray twinges.

Even then, he’s eating you out like a madman. Overstimulating. Bringing tears to your eyes. And the first coherent thought you’re able to manage after your high is why on Earth you’d want a battery-run toy anymore when you could have something like this.

Judging by the way Sukuna’s pussydrunken eyes widen, it’s likely that you’d spoken out loud. Letting him hear.

Letting him part with your overstimulated cunt, he takes the sultry seconds to lap up the sheen of slick n’ spittle coating the insides of your thighs.

And then he lurches himself upwards, grinning. “Why need a toy, huh?” In a split-second, with his quick reflexes, he reaches over and grabs that familiar pink vibrator from where you’d previously placed it on the bed after replacing the batteries.

As you watch, stunned, he flicks the switch on with his glazed thumb. Letting it buzz. “I dunno. Why don’t we find out, mama?”

It’s quick work - you’re already completely naked by now, and his previous robes were thoroughly exposed. He’s letting the tatters fall to the side of your bed, and tugging off his dark black trousers- they were so tight by now because of his erection.

Even from this distance at near the head of your bed, you can make out just how rock-hard he is. Just how big.

And your mouth salivates once his fat thumb runs down the line of his dark pink happy trail. Resting on where his prominent v-line was decorated with tattoos, he teased you by edging his denim n’ boxers down sloooowly. 

Slowly, slowly. You’re suddenly coming face-to-face with his thick, proud cock- so hard that once it’s free it immediately smacks his washboard abs. Leaving behind a smear of glittery wet precum that makes you balk.

He was big.

Maybe about…

“Counting, are ya?” Sukuna huffs out a tiny chuckle over the constant hum of the vibrator. And he’s briefly setting it on low, keeping it at his side as he grabs onto your hips and draaaaags you down to meet him.

Your legs wrapped around his waist. His cock sandwiched between your puffy folds. Your hole drips out in sploshes of stringy slick that cling onto his length like you needed him inside. 

Right. Now.

And he knew- ohhh, he already knew. It’s as if he could ready your pretty pussy already, running the very tip of the vibrator down your sopping wet crevice. He nods along at the squelching slurps like he understood, “Mhm, mhm. Patience, brat. You hafta take it- haaaah, easy- take it slooooow.”

Nodding, “S-slow?”

“Mmm, slow.” And his plump, puckered red tip squeezes between your pussylips. Just so plump with lust already that your thighs start to close in on themselves, “Don’t close those pretty legs now. Just learn to take it- slow- fuck!”

For all that talk of his, he might be the one unable to take it slow.

Because soon enough, Sukuna swabs his swollen tip just - just - past your tender orifice. He plugs that hole up, watches as you clench stupidly around his sheer raw size.

Inside. Inside.

Just the barest inch and the big, bad Ryomen Sukuna finds himself slouching; his face burrowing into the clammy crook of your neck, letting off the most sensual groan as he feels your hot pussy for the first time. “F-fuck.” And something at the back of his primal baritone breaks. “I’d kill for her. For you.”

Considering, well, him - you don’t think you’d be too surprised.

And he’s throwing a hand ahead of you, holding onto the mahogany headboard. He clenches it so hard that you distantly hear something shatter. “Shit, Sukuna, are you ok-”

“Don’t ask me if I’m f-fucking okay–” He’s spitting out through clenched teeth, rough canines all on gleaming display. “Not when m’inside such a heavenly pussy like this. Not when I’m- I’m…”

A thin line of drool glimmers down the side of his plump lips. He was this pussydrunk already without even moving- just the carnal sensation of you struggling to take him, your ridged walls suckin’ him even deeper even though he didn’t give it to you all just yet. Just yet.

Sukuna had one hand down on the front of your stomach, pinning you down to the sweat-dampened sheets as he let your walls stretch ‘round him. “Please…” You’re dragging out in a whiny pitch, your hands coming ‘round his broad back.

And he raises his pink brows, “What now, mama? After you’ve made such a mess of me already?”

“I want you–” You’re babbling out, through your tears. Your legs find their way winding around his toned waist, until you could feel every flex and ripple in his obliques. You try to pull him to you, and even though he could make himself immoveable if he wanted to- he budges. “-want you all inside, okay?”

“Fuck.”

He was fucked, alright.

Completely, and utterly sinfully fucked.

Without even thinking, on pure animal instinct, he’s giving your tightening cunt a good thrust. Solid. Sopping wet. Shovelling all the way near what feels like the very edge of your lungs with the cushy end of his fat, pulsing girth.

His reddened tip scrapes oh-so-deeply into your delicate insides, burrowing out the shape of him inside so well.

You gasp for air, your thighs shaking uncontrollably at the way he was pushing you to your genuine limits. Genuinely fucking out his shape into you. Babbling away, “Yes- yes yes yes, like that. Fuck! Keep going like that, Kuna.”

“Mmm, not even halfway in but you’re already this cockdrunk f’me, hm?” He giggles out, pressing the buzzing tip of his vibrator against your clit. Hard. 

Mean.

It’s enough to make your mouth hang open stupidly, feeling the tremors of white-hot pleasure that run from the in-betweens of your legs. All the way up your spine. Your lashes flutter tearily, “Wh-what do you mean ‘not even halfway in?’”

“Take a look for yerself, brat.” 

And he was right. 

You swerve your dizzy eyes down and feel your breath hitch at the vision below you. Sukuna was just so big; so incredibly big, and with his swollen, reddened cock being shoved into the tight hole of your pussy- oh, that only made him look even more massive. 

Bulging. Vein-covered. 

Driving you wild. He was spearing in past your bloated folds with his mushroomy tip, blushed in the prettiest shade of strawberry-pink. 

“Mmm, try counting it- all these inches.” Sukuna huffs out, his ears flushed the same color. He throws his head back, you were just so adorable while your walls thumped away wildly with your pulse. “Count it while I put it in, hm—?”

“How- how am I supposed to-”

But Sukuna cuts off your mewls with a sharp grunt, “Lemme give you a headstart, mama.” And then he’s giving in a hurried rut - not even a proper thrust, just an animalistic ram of his cock going in just about halfway before his ridged shaft snags ‘round your rim of muscle. “Go on- go on, tha’s abouuuut four inches?”

And yet he was plowing straight near your sweetest spots, the curve of his plump cockhead grazing just near it. “Only four?”

“Mhmmmm, only four.”

One of his bulky palms push down on your tummy, keeping your squirmin’ hips in one place as he then reels his hips ever-so-closer. And you can feel the thickness of his shaft widening even more, swelling. He rasps, “And that’s about five.”

“Five-” You’re nodding, drool forming a puddle underneath your bedsheets, and staining your pillows. And then you feel him hike one of his meaty thighs up-

“Six, actually.” A short spank to your cunt. “Keep up, mama. Seriously.”

Nodding, “Six- six- fuck! And there’s even more…?”

He pretends to look down, nose crinkling in slight amusement. “Mmm, just about an inch or two.” Another half-thrust. Another kiss near your goopy insides, pushin’ his tip in. “Or three…or four, heh.”

You’re just being fucked stupid by this point.

The more he’s talking, the faster he’s going. As if he didn’t even realize it, his hips are starting to buck into yours, hitting the sides of your thighs with a staccato of spanks.

“Don’t you worry now, you can take it.” That vibrator kisses your clit rudely. And every time you squeeze him like you can’t take any more, he just rubs it even harder.

Loosening you up with those strokes of pleasure, pounding himself in just to fit inside.

Probe after probe, the flooding divot in the middle of his shaft drags against your velvety walls. And he’s finding himself mazed all the way deep inside- “Seven.” Teasingly gliding past the most delicate spot of your channel, “Eight.” And then even deeper—

“N-nine!” You’re wrenching out from the back of your throat, mouth agape. “You’re fucking nine inches- oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck-” How were you even going to take him-

“You already have, silly girl.” He rumbles, crimson eyes rolling at just how cockdrunken you were; dumbified by the way he throb-throb-throbbed deeply against your cervix. He could feel you gobbling up all his solid inches. He could feel you clenching.

He’s splaying apart your shivering thighs with one hand, taking a few seconds to admire the dripping wet mess all over. 

And then he’s turning off the vibrator, and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

“Don’t tell me you’re…” Your eyes flap open, at both the movement and the sound of your vibrator being chucked across your bed. He didn’t need it anymore.

Your tummy lurches at the lewd notion that he’s pushing you into a…

“A mating press, mama.” Sukuna snickers. And it’s all the warning you get. All the time you get to register. Before he’s snapping you down in half like a lawnchair, with your thighs against his abs, his cock against your womb, his forehead against yours. “What? Never been fucked like this before?”

You don’t know if you shake your head, you don’t know if you’re simply begging for more—but Sukuna only lets out a low whistle.

“Well, yer about to learn.”

A slender line of perspiration runs down the side of his face as he’s then drilling into you like a madman. Letting the driving force of his thick, bludgeoning tip scrape your gooey womb- “And yer- hah, yer about to remember.” He’s spitting into your open mouth, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. As you moan away, one of his fingers starts to slip between your sweat-covered bodies and down towards your clit. “Bested me for so long but I- I know what this pretty pussy wants, hm.”

And you’re wailing, whimpering as he tugs on your clit ruthlessly. His roughened fingers were so expert, teasin’ in slow circles when you wanted to go fast, and then rapidfire when you didn’t think you could take it all. “Yes- ngh, yes, please.”

“Yeahhh—s’what you want? To be fucked like this?” He’s grumbling out, puckered tip scouring your g-spot. Rovering. Pushing.

“Mhmmm—e-exactly like this-”

“Oh?” He’s meanly raising a pink brow, and you already know you’re doomed for. Exactly as you predicted, in that very moment, he’s placing a ruthless smack! on your sugary cunt. “Too bad m’not talkin’ to you then, brat.”

You nearly can’t believe your ears. “Th-then who are you…”

Oh, you knew.

He didn’t even have to tell you. That devilish smirk was enough. The way he was then angling his hips just so his blushin’, slick-glazed cockhead thumps the roof of your pussy. Right on the roof, then glissading down ravenously through your winding walls and reaching the bottom.

It just creates the loudest, sloppiest sluuuurp that rings in Sukuna’s ears like his favorite song.

And it was. Really.

His tastebuds sizzle with salivation as he hears the sound, tinging on pure fucking greed. Sukuna repeats the motion again, and again, and again and again and again until it’s like background noise that he couldn’t stop nodding along to. As if he was in damn conversation, “Mhm…mhm, m’talkin’ to her, and she says she wants it even…harder.”

“Oh, fuck.” You gasp, weaving your hands through his rosy hair and holding on for dear life.

He crouches his incredible ripped body down, until you could feel every ridge of his abs melting into your front. And with your legs oh-so-high in the air, they dangle pathetically after every thrust. 

Which, as if it wasn’t already incredible enough that he had his cock spearheading into you. Sukuna’s letting a few of his fingers slip n’ slide. Tugging. Letting the stretch drive you feral, “Mhm, ya like that? Yeah- fuck! yeah, you fuckin’ loooove that. Don’t you?”

 And at this point you don’t even know whether he’s talking to you or your weeping pussy. 

But you can’t help the tremors of pleasure that run up your spine, can’t help but open your mouth in time with each thrash of his cock. “Yes- yes, m’so close, Kuna- ngh, please.”

“Ohhh, so chatty, aren’t you?” He’s mockingly turning his lips down into a frown, looking from between your geysering orifice to your twisted expression. “N’ especially when she and I were in a hngh, conversation- oh. So ya really want to talk, hm? Be part of our lil’ chat?”

“Yes-” So gone that you’re not even registering what you’re responding to. And he knows that too well. “Please, yes-”

And after a looooong while of him pretending to think whilst still pounding you stupid at the same time- “Hmmm, then I guess you have to scream even louder than her, huh?”

“Please-”

“Nuh uh, even louder.”

You can’t help it- your moans reach a fever pitch. Banging across all four of your walls, enough so that you’re sure your neighbor has much to complain about. “Please- please please please, Kuna, m’gonna cum.”

Cupping one of his palms to his ears, he coos, “Not unless you…?”

“S-scream-” You’re gurgling out, bash after bash that left your sleek walls raw and all of his puffy veins feeling so sore. And yet, he couldn’t stop. He didn’t care if it hurt. He didn’t care if he was overstimulated. He couldn’t stop.

Just folding you further in half as you let your voice crack, head thrown back in a final wail. “Kuna—” You’re practically sinking into the bedcoils at this point, plastering your lips to his so he can taste every scream. “Ryo.”

And then you’re cumming.

It’d just been building up and up and up until, finally, with one last curve of his cockhead against your g-spot- you’re cumming. 

It flashes behind your eyes first- “O-oh, shit.” Before you’re struck with so many whines n’ wads of spittle that your voicebox goes hoarse. Shattered. You can only arch your back into his feral body and take it-

“Take it.” He’s begging. Pleading. Your walls quiver through the vibrations of your high, your orgasm ripping through your body. “Oh, you said you could. Talked so big- so loud, so here then- scream. Scream.”

And you do. With each pulse of pleasure that sprints through you, you take it head-on. Driving hits. A kaleidoscope of white stars and the room surrounding you bursting behind your eyes after every one.

They nearly felt like spanks the way they were landing on your pretty, glistening cervix. Thumping the wide, circular shape of his mushroomy tip- “Yeah, I-I am. Probably gonna get a noise complaint-”

“Oh, they can try.” He’s smoothly whispering, something dangerous in his tone. “But we all know what’ll happen to anyone that comes knocking.” His eyes flit to the knife on the bedside table now, forgotten.

Every sloppy drag has you feeling so much blissful sensation that you’re brought to tears.

The front of your cunt rubbed rawly by his puffy happy trail, those pink curls at the base. A hilt that was now dripping wet with all your slick- you’re just gushing out so much after every wave of your orgasm.

Completely taken over by the pure lewdness, you sink your teeth into Sukuna’s plump bottom lip. “A-and what about you?”

His brows slightly raise, hips still unstopping. “What about me?”

“I want you to…ngh, to cum, too.” You admit, voice nearly a whisper- a stark contrast from what it was like before. But he still keenly listens. He was addicted to every word. To every syllable. Every noise that came out of you. “…Inside, Ryo?”

“Oh.” He gasps, noticing how serious you were. This wasn’t just you talking out of that needy pussy of yours - you were dead serious. And if you were in any better state of mind, you’d have said that he sounded as if he was on the verge of tears. “Oh my god- oh, fuck. You’re s-so unfair, mama.”

And- fuck! How the fuck did you always manage to catch him off-guard?

Just when he thought he had the upper hand, you’re murmuring those sweet words to him. Sounding like that. Looking like that. Holding him like that, and he just can’t help but shove the plump, bruisin’ crown of his shaft way against the edge of your womb and cum.

Toes curled, eyes scrunched—tears of oversensitivity at the very ends of them.

Deep inside.

Letting it slather your cunt’s every bit of space with a thick helping of his ivory syrup, Sukuna pumps his length in as he cums. Pouring out heatedly. “So unfair-” Papping! skin-on-skin, though the clamminess of sweat is being slowly yet surely replaced by his smearing seed. “So unfair so unfair so unfair- m’a-always gonna lose to you, brat. Fuck!”

“Haaaah, what a sore loser.” You’re letting the edges of your lips lift up into a slight smirk. It almost feels as if you’re the one in control now, running your hands down the shifting muscles of his back. “Thought you were Ghostface, huh?”

He groans, ears burning even redder. And kisses you to shut you up, nibbling on your spit-glossed lips like candy while he fucks out his orgasm on you. Ruthlessly. 

And Sukuna doesn’t even seem to hear your words, not until the last few hefty droplets of his cum have finished spraying out. They speckle the back of your cervix and slide all ‘round, stirred by the roaming of his veiny cock.

He plasters his creamy, flared ridge almost permanently against your g-spot and watches as you whine. “Fuck yeah, I am- hah.” Before you can say another word, he’s reaching for the bedside table again.

And, this time, he was reaching for that mask of his.

Promptly wearing it.

Fuck, your cunt twitches as you take him in like this. Heaving labored pants through that mask covering his handsome face now, muscles flexed, skin flushed, sweat and slick from prior dribbling down the middle of plush pecs and disappearing down to where his cock was still rock-fucking-hard.

Still inside you, too.

And he seems to never pull out- or maybe that was just the incredible memory of him still being stuffed deeeeep inside. 

But soon enough, Sukuna’s manhandling you off of the bed - one that you’re rapidly realizing was broken. Sagging from one side, with the headboard in literal pieces. You hadn’t even noticed it in the aftershocks of your high, and you still barely do once he pushes you down—onto the floor of your bedroom.

On all fours. In the very same kneeling position that he’d first seen you in.

Oh, something about how far you two have come makes his split-ended tip roar to life. And he’s splattering out a webbed wad of precum already inside you from behind. 

His hulking body hunching over in the most lecherous doggy position, all with his mask on. Fucking you slowly yet filthily- “Y’know, maybe it’s better if you couldn’t scream.” Grumbling, his scalding breath hits your spine, cockhead hitting your cervix. Poor n’ bruised. “Gonna sh-shut this pretty, perfect, possessive pussy o’ mine up- how about that?”

Your mouth unfastens, ready to sing out your trilling confirmations–

When your bedroom door opens.

And in walks…yet another Ghostface?

A gruff baritone somewhat similar to Sukuna’s emanates from underneath this stranger’s own ghoulish mask, “Before shutting that ‘pretty, perfect, possessive pussy’ o’ yours up, how about you actually do your job, Sukuna?”

Any and all pussydrunken sweetness was gone from his tone. “This fucker…”

“Who-” You’re looking between the twin Ghostfaces. Both with towering builds. Muscular arms. And knives in their hands- and it’s got you wondering whether anyone that donned those robes was incredibly attractive. “Who are-”

“How did ya even get here, fucker?” Sukuna’s spitting out, still shovelled so deeply inside your cunt. His cock jolts just a little as he feels that way you’re growing wetter, your slick polishing down the insides of your thighs in the presence of this newcomer.

“Oh, that.” The second Ghostface casually tilts his head downstairs, “Didn’t ya try just walking in through the front door? That shit was unlocked, I had to lock it myself. Seriously.”

Sukuna balks, “Unlocked?” They both turn to look at you. “Why the hell would you leave it unlocked, mama, don’t you know a serial killer could get in?”

“Whoopsies.” You smile, something knowing in your lips. “Anyways- now won’t either one of you introduce me to my new guest here?”

“Ah this fucker-” Sukuna speaks over him as he grunts out his name, “He’s a weirdo, a literal alien. They call him the-”

“King of Simurians.” Finally - finally - taking off that infamous mask, this other man was…for lack of a better word, absolutely smokin’ hot. Lengthy pale hair that went way past his shoulders, pierced ears. and tattoos just like Sukuna. 

He steps towards you with the confidence of something merely tugging back what they’ve already claimed a stake in. And he kneels down in front of you, one big, beefy arm reaching out to tip your chin up to meet his eyes properly. Which Sukuna quickly counters with a rough restraint on your neck. A headlock.

Fuck. 

You were sandwiched between them now.

“Tell me, do you like scary movies, darlin’?”

A/N. Heh. Y’all didn’t think I forgot, huh? 

Also PSA: Don’t be like anyone in this story please and thank you.

Plagiarism not authorized.

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⟡ MDNI, camboy!Gojo lets you play with his ass

cw : perverted!reader (fem), ass eating (m!receiving), buttplugs, this all happens on livestream

"Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Uh— no. Definitely not."

A non-committal hum left you as you studied the man that had bumped into you purely by chance. It wasn't often your shoulder collided into a white-haired, blue-eyed stranger on your morning jog — and it was even more absurd that he happened to be wearing a black mask over his mouth.

In this heat?

"No," you muttered, shielding your squinted eyes against the sun. "I definitely recognise you from somewhere."

You prided yourself in being a self-proclaimed goonette, having spent many a night with your fingers stuffed snug into your pussy, live stream after live stream playing out loud from your phone.

At the end of all your vigorous gooning, you ended up developing a rather parasocial attachment to one particular streamer — sending him hefty tips and a flurry of filthy requests he couldn't help but indulge in.

Never in your wildest dreams did you expect to run into him today — the same man who had made you come more times than you could count on the fingers of both of your hands.

You shot the man in front of you a coy grin, revelling in the way the panic in his eyes seemed to grow tenfold. "No, no. Listen, you really got the wrong guy—"

"I don't think I do, SixEyes."

At that, Satoru froze, confirming everything you needed to know.

"Yeeeaaah. I've seen your asshole wink back at me more times than I've spoken to my parents this year."

The taller man cursed, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to the side. Curse everyone in this goddamn town, he thought. Why must everyone be out on a run the day he happened to be recognised in public?

Then again, why didn't Satoru just run away? Certainly he'd be able to outrun you, who barely managed to jog a couple of feet without running out of breath.

Satoru tugged his mask down his chin, already scowling at you. All you could think about was the full pinkness of his lips you so desperately wanted to nip and suck into your own mouth—

"—are you even listening to me?" He scoffed, still holding your wrist in an iron grip. You didn't even try to pull your hand free.

"Yeah, yeah," you drawled, "I'm listening, SixEyes."

"Keepyourfuckingvoicedown," Satoru whisper-shouted, large palm flattening over your mouth.

. . . oh.

Oh, you liked that.

You tilted your head, eyes dragging down the expanse of Satoru's visibly fit body, eyes glittering with something akin to arousal. He tutted, ignoring the way his own cock seemed to like the way you looked at him — Satoru was no stranger to having eyes of him, but that didn't stop him from scolding you. "You-you can't be outing me like this in public, y'know? What if someone hears?"

"You have almost ten thousand viewers every stream, what's the deal?" you rebutted, resting your hand on your hip after Satoru let it go. He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"That's different—"

"You wearin' a buttplug right now?"

Satoru spluttered on his words before he forced out a sharp, defensive laugh — asshole clenching around slick metal. "Are you fucking crazy? Why the hell would I be wearing one now—"

"Bullshit," you teased, leaning in. There was no way you were buying his words — not when his thighs twitched sporadically under his basketball shorts and a furious red was crawling up the back of his neck. "I bet your ass is stuffed nice 'n full back there. What, don't tell me you shove it in before your run and get off at the risk of someone finding out, you pervert."

Watching enough of Satoru's streams gave you a pretty good insight as to how he reacted when he was aroused — and there was no doubt in your mind you were seeing it right in front of you.

You watched as Satoru shook his head frantically, mop of white hair falling in front of his eyes. "I-I'm not like that, fuck." His voice cracked, hand dropping down to cover the tent he was beginning to sport.

Satoru may have thousands of viewers see his ass on stream, but he was not about to be arrested for public indecency. "What do you even want from me, huh? Seems like you're getting a sick thrill from cornering an innocent man like me."

"Your number. Maybe a feature on your next stream," you listed casually, as if you were reciting a grocery list.

The man's nose scrunched. Seriously? How underwhelming.

"Could've just asked, y'know," he mumbled, passing you his number. Satoru wasn't above hooking up with strangers for the thrill — and if you wanted in on the live stream action, so be it.

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And that was how you had the man arched over his sheets barely a week later, camera angled to where his viewers had a perfect sight of your tongue swivelling lecherously around his puckered hole. Now that you were on a first name basis with the man, you felt less shame at taking him from behind like this.

"Mmph— strawberry, huh?" you grinned, lapping up the remnants of the lube he had drizzled over himself prior to meeting you. Sue him, he needed loosening up.

The blue jewelled buttplug laid next to his forearm, which was braced against the bed as you ate him out with vigour. Satoru groaned, back arching as he fapped his cock to full hardness with his free hand. He was leaking steadily over his digimon sheets, mentally reminding himself to change them later.

But then your tongue pressed flat against his skin, dragging up his taint before digging into his hole again. Satoru clenched whenever you dug deep — as if he didn't want to let go. You could only look at the camera and grin, lips tinged with lube and spit as you doubled down on your efforts.

"Shiiit, where the f-fuck did you learn how to eat ass like that?" Satoru rasped, knuckles whitened as he continued to pump wetly at himself. You simply hummed in response, the vibrations travelling straight up Satoru's body and making him keen. Not too far away, the chat on Satoru's stream was going crazy, tips coming in quicker than they ever had before.

suguwu : wow, from letting me tongue your hole to letting a woman?

IHateOvertime : We have moved backwards as a society.

daddylongdick : could use a pretty girl to clean my hole

suguwu : arent u homeless lol ^

chosotired : this isnt fortnite

You pulled off of Satoru with a wet pwah, tongue lolled out and strands of saliva connecting you to his ass. The chat had taken a different route, now begging you to use the plug once more. "Awh, shame you can't see what they're saying. They want me to put the plug back in."

The man's head dropped onto the sheets — a broken, high-pitched whine ripping from his throat. Satoru's hips bucked harder into his soaked fist, the wet plaps resonating throughout his bedroom.

"Fuck, yes. Do it— please, fucking need it—"

"Ah, ah, ah," you cooed, circling the tip of the jewelled plug around his rim. "Beg for it, in front of all your viewers."

Satoru lifted his head up, blue eyes glazed over as he looked over his shoulder and into the camera. The hand that wasn't tugging at his cock reached back, grasping one asscheek and spreading it open for the audience.

"Want it so bad, F-fill me up, fuck my hole— ngh. Been empty for so long. . ."

At that, the donations came flying in.

Thousands watched as you popped open the bottle and squirted a generous amount of lube over Satoru's asshole, then the plug. The pink liquid slid down his crack, making him clench and shiver almost violently.

"How pretty," you gasped, spreading his ass wider for the camera. "Look at him, already winking for you guys."

Squelch.

Your lower lip was caught between your teeth, fixated on the way you held the base of the toy and slowly pushed in. Embarrassingly enough on Satoru's end, there was little to no resistance as you twisted the toy inside with deliberate movements.

Each turn of your wrist made wet noises that made your own cunt clench around nothing — all whilst the man under you let out a string of choked sobs. Satoru's hips rolled back, like he was trying to fuck back onto it faster than what you could give him.

"Deeper, please," he babbled incoherently, eyes almost crossing. "Gonna cum, fuck—"

The plug slid all the way in one smooth glide, base snug against his glossy rim. In an instant, Satoru came — flushed cockhead shooting out ropes of cum across his poor sheets. You made sure the camera captured it all, especially the way his greedy hole seemed to pull the plug in deeper.

You all saw the way the man slumped forward on his elbows, ass up and face down. Satoru's cock continued to dribble weakly, twitching with the aftershocks of his release. The chat was nothing short of a blur, tips pinging over and over as he tried to catch his breath.

When you reached out to teasingly tug at the pull, just enough to make Satoru whimper, his cock almost stirred to life once more under the watchful stare of his camera. "D-don't end the stream yet," he rasped out. "Can go again, I swear."

"You hear that chat? Looks like it's time for round two."

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yuji had a problem—his greed was through the roof.

as many kisses, hugs, and gifts you gave him, it was never enough. he loved your undivided attention, and he would do whatever it took to keep it. so, when you were on the phone with kugisaki, expect yuji to be right there with you.

you lie on your side, your phone tucked between your shoulder and your ear, yuji's head on your stomach, his thick arms wrapped around your back. you didn't mind at all, hell, you took the opportunity to play with his hair. he wasn't asleep, just using you as a body pillow.

as the conversation went on, he started getting touchy—he laid kisses on your stomach, as one of his hands moved to grope and squeeze your ass. you were used to that though; but when he started placing wet kisses below your navel, that's when you shot him a soft glare.

"yuji," you whispered, "not now."

he looked up at you blankly, still placing kisses. cheeky. when you removed your hand from his hair, he stopped. he moved up more so his head was in your chest. his hand moving to your hip; rubbing tight circles there. he was trying to break your focus, and it was working a bit.

at some point, you weren't fully registering kugisaki and what she was saying; asking her to repeat things she said because yuji's hands had slipped under your sweatshirt and squeezed your breasts, or it had slid under your pants and started groping you gently.

"yuji."

"what? i wanna touch you."

you sighed softly once more, continuing to let yuji do as he pleased. you had a feeling kugisaki was getting suspicious, but she didn't say anything. she just kept going on about her shopping experience in tokyo.

his kisses trailed up your neck to below your ear, across your jaw, and finally—your lips, cutting you off mid-sentence much to your surprise. the kiss was sweet. everything about yuji was with sweet intention.

when kugisaki noticed you stopped talking and sounded like you were being smothered, her voice rang out over the phone. "itadori!"

he groaned, kissing you harder to drown out her voice. "stop being rude. you're bothering us."

"you're inturrupting our alone time, kugisaki." her voice didn't need to be put on speaker for yuji to hear her; she spoke loud enough.

"and you're inturrupting our conversation, idiot."

"i'm not!"

"you are!"

yuji bit his lip—kugisaki was right, unfortunately. you sat there watching them go back and forth until yuji hung up on her mid-sentence. it was much to your disappointment, not-so-much surprise. "yuji-"

"can i have a kiss?"

you blinked. "i just let you have one."

"yeah, but she interrupted it. therefore it's not an actual kiss."

"that doesn't make sense."

"kiss me."

"do you just want an excuse for a kiss?"

"yes." he hooked your leg around his hip.

"yuji."

he puckered his lips. you roll your eyes and sigh, kissing him like he wanted. he'll always find a way to sabotage you and when it doesn't work in his favor, he'll always find a way to make sure it will. you both know he was too cute to just turn down like that.

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