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꒰+꒱ notes — » this piece is based on this request. hope you like it <3
꒰+꒱ synopsis —» a simple habit when done regularly becomes a part of routine. Nanami just wanted to make sure it stays that way.
Weekends were not always like these, especially after moving out to a new apartment. A place closer to your new job as well as afar from Kento’s warm embrace.
It’s been a month since you shifted and he has visited almost every weekend. On some Saturdays, he would wait for you outside the office while on others you’d find him waiting for you at the said spot. Naturally weekend dates became regular.
Yesterday was no exception but if his habit of dropping by every weekend goes on, the next step might be sooner than you’d expect.
It’s not like you didn’t want to, it’s just that you don’t want it to be impulsive, a mere heat of the moment.
And Nanami was everything but impulsive. But with you, it’s different. He is impulsive, pampered, and even childish.
Today, he was standing outside your office with an extremely bored look on his face under the umbrella.
“Did ‘toru bail on you again?”, you asked with a hint of amusement carefully jumping over the puddles. It’s still lightly raining. He exhaled a breath giving you a nod. Unlike other days, he is not chatty today.
“Here”, you extended your hand as he rolled his eyes taking the ice cream and exclaiming, “Thank you. Your Highness, how kind of you to remember my taste”
You scoffed in surprise thinking what must have gojo done to piss him off at the edge.
Even though you two were standing on the pavement of a cross-road the street felt lonely probably because everyone was busy with their own lives and no one would bother a glance at you two lovebirds.
Still, the moment his fingers brushed against yours, a wave of warmth washed over you. It’s embarrassing how you still get so flustered even after being in a relationship for almost a year.
The signal turns red, and each and every car has come to halt, few people are crossing the secluded street. The only sound you could here were of the splattering raindrops and his soft breath as lips dashed on yours.
He hates these types of actions and so do you, but for you, he is willing to bend his morals along with yours.
“Could you give me a heads-up next time? you protested as soon as he pulled away yet still so close to your face.
“Now you’re finally looking at me. he glances at the signal. It’s red to green again.
You seemed distracted.”
“That doesn’t mean you can kiss me in the middle of the street ”, your pitch was higher than usual but he didn’t falter a bit.
“You did seem to like it.”, he quipped and at the next red signal, you stomped across the street without bothering about getting wet in rain and totally walking opposite to your home. You were that furious.
But like always, he always seemed to get through to you and after a while, you were in his apartment pressed against the wall, too absorbed in him to get rid of your soaked clothes. He always knew how to tame you every time you threw a tantrum.
The next morning when you woke up, an awful headache buzzed your senses. Nanami wasn’t in bed. You looked around and noticed a used condom peeking through the hole-dustbin. You groaned in annoyance getting out of bed.
“I thought you left... for jogging...”, you uttered sitting on the counter having his only shirt on you.
“Nope, just making pancakes”
And just like that, you were back at his apartment. You looked around remembering how he dried your hair while you sat on that sofa, how he always had the geyser on since you catch a cold easily, and how he never forgot to leave messages , to put sticky notes on the fridge. Those are still there.
You walked up to the fridge and murmured, “I love your apartment” as you brushed your fingers on them.
“Our apartment”, he corrected kissing your nape. Weekends were not always like these.
+꒰PART TWO꒱ — LOCKED ft. Geto Suguru x reader & Gojo Satoru x reader.
+꒰content warnings꒱ — afab-reader, mention of alcohol and cigarettes, sub-dom dynamics, mutual pinning, flirting, highly suggestive themes, unrequited love, fwb tropes. | wc—1.3k | masterlist | playlist & listen to love you by RSN,funky beatz because this part wouldn't have been here if that wasn't in loop. Also, next part is gonna spicy. I promise.
Silence. There was absolute silence all around you except for the ticking of the wall clock that was situated on the front wall. The teacher walked from one side to the other hall yet his footsteps were numb. Everyone was busy, to be precise, in a hurry; it was the last five minutes of the examination, and everyone intended to give their best in those five minutes.
You jumped out of the bench as soon as the bell rang. No, the paper was easy and you just got lucky. After all, even if a pandemic went through, you managed to chalk out the most probable suggestions within two months. If this isn't luck, then what else could it be?
“Ah! I'm so sorry”, you blurt out with a worried tone as a bunch of papers seems to block your vision. Without noticing the person you started to gather the paper in one place. “y/n?”, bold but not husky, warm, and familiar. “Ah! It's you.”, you mumble looking up to him as Satoru gives you a wide grin exclaiming, “one and only!”
Both pairs of hands acted quite fast and soon you both headed towards the staff room. “that day, you left us without a goodbye, darling!”, Satoru finally breaks the silence as you both walk out of the staff room. You shot him a cheeky grin exclaiming that it wasn't your fault, it was his beloved junior, Kenny.
And that was all. Before he could have a proper talk with you, you were already at the far end of the corridor. But Satoru didn't want to let go of this golden opportunity; hence, he did the unthinkable.
“Hey y/n, we'll be celebrating our graduation today!”, Satoru yelled at the top of his voice which made you stop. “we?”, was Suguru gonna be there too?
Everyone knew they were inseparable. So, when his dearest friend crossed your mind in an instant, you probably blamed their fame, not your fondness for the guy.
“Fine! I'll let Ken know.”, you yelled, waving your hand without even turning around. You couldn't just turn around to have a proper chat. If you did, Satoru wouldn't fail to notice your swarm of smiles. Satoru lets out a throaty chuckle as he takes out his phone to text his best friend.
“she’s coming...” // “I’ll get Nanamin too...
“because you don't wanna be bored!”, Suguru amended. Satoru’s face lits up with a smirk as he notices his phone ringing. “You own me one Suguru!”, he says, making his friend lower their face trying to mask his smile. “So do you!”, Suguru exclaims unlocking the door of his apartment.
It's been days, months since he got invested in someone. And none knew it better other than Satoru. Even though Geto was in love, he tried to blend in those neon lights that promised nothing but mirages. He knew that; he knew that he needed to lock those erupting emotions he had for Sarah, his dream girl.
Late-night clubs, parties, girls yet nothing would ease his mind. He knew Sarah could never be his. She was already promised to someone but he simply couldn't just forget her, she was the most beautiful woman Suguru had ever seen and for the first time in his life, he didn't want to scar a soul but rather soak in it and hence, he was scarred, perhaps forever…
It was cruel but that day when he say you dancing and swinging your hips in rhythm without a care in the world, his heart thundered inside his ribcage. He wasn't smitten with you, no not in the least, he was threatened by you; the way you talked, the way you smiled, your voice, your deep oceanic eyes — everything seemed to rupture the image of his prettiest girl, Sarah and all he wanted was to scar your soul.
“Suguru, you good?”, Satoru asked resting his arms on his shoulders and breaking his trance. He has been searching the crowd now and then, making it so obvious of his hunt. He sips his beer and nods. Satoru was about to initiate a conversation but then his sapphire orbs spotted you in a distance. “be right back, buddy!”, he exclaims tapping on his friend's shoulder and dancing out of the booth.
“Hey there...”, Satoru greeted you.
“Hey...”, you uttered feebly.
“what’s with that gloomy tone?”, he asks resting his hands on your shoulders.
“tsk, ken will be late and he won't be able to drop me home”, you supplied with the same monotonous tone.
“Ahh... that's amazing...”, Satoru slipped making you cock an eyebrow at him.
“what?”
“.... I mean amazingly bad!!”, he quickly tucked his words as he starts to get into the serious part, “ugh...so, do you remember my friend from the other day...”
“the one who didn't fail to contribute to the ruckus, ahh I do remember”
“Perfect. ”.
You narrowed your eyes at your senior and you knew in an instant that this was all a set-up especially when Nanami declined all your solutions to all his ‘problems’.
“so, here's the thing; I think he likes you so, I just, I just thought you should know!” “Byeeee, darling.”, he ended with quite an intonation and turned around.
“Looking for me?”, you asked, tilting your head enough to block his field of vision. Suguru was surely taken aback. No, not by you but your sudden appearance out of nowhere. A low hum reaches your ears as he manages not to spill his beer on his azure shirt. He looked so attractive even though he was just in formals. He slides while his eyes guide you to take a seat. You obeyed his lead.
“Did he happen to mention why?”, your voice skims through the sound of the music making Satoru tilt his head with a smirk lacing his lips. He took a few steps back and pointed towards him, he mumbled,
“Go ahead and ask by yourself”. You scanned the whole compound while walking through the crowd and there he was sitting in the middle of a couch, sipping beer, eyes lurking over the dance floor.
“So, Satoru filled you in I guess?”
“Not much. At least not on the why part!”, you utter mindlessly. Sarah! Everybody knows her, about her and Suguru. And after such awful semesters, you are well aware of the rumors, were they really true? If yes, then what's up with this? him trying to woo you in the worst possible way.
" ‘Why’? not ‘Why you’ ?", Suguru takes your hand as he notices your eyes busy in the dance floor.
"Are they different?", you press sensing his cold hands over your palms.
"Yes", Suguru sternly speaks.
"Ahh-ha! so, you'll answer me honestly?!", you manage to mumble with a surprise in your tone as Suguru kept playing with your fingers which really didn't help you.
"Yes, if you ask nicely", his voice is low, calm, lips near your ears.
"So... i'll just...ask ... Sarah! I know about her, so what is all these?", you blurt with your heart wrenching inside your chest since one thing you just hate is lying. You would come clean to him that all these days, months, how you've watched him running himself for Sarah. And how your heart ached for him.
"I like you. I really do. Just as simple as that!", he detaches his fingers from yours.
"We both know I'll never get her and you...I know your type , you're not looking for anything serious. What exactly you'll lose?"
Exactly. There's nothing to lose on your end. Moreover, if this travels all around the campus, no one's gonna touch you. This is the safest route you could take and why would you deny your secret crush, right? You've already burnt yourself before. There's not much damage the second time.
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content notes; aged up characters \\ implied established relationship \\ exibitionism (kinda; like, doing it in a risky place) \\ fingering \\ edging (kinda) \\ mating press \\ marking (hickeys) \\ creampie &/ unprotected sex \\ oral (yn receiving) \\ oral sex after creampie \\ overstimulation \\ kissing post-oral sex \\ lowercase intended \\ not proofread bc i am so tired \\ lemme know if i missed anything
01 ; inumaki isn’t afraid to take risks to fulfill his needs
inumaki is an incredibly needy man. if he puts his mind to it, he can most definitely get into your pants in no time — consensually, of course. it’s not that he’d continuously pester you to have sex, but rather he’d do whatever he can to find a way and / or place to fuck you once given the okay.
he’s the type of man that would finger you under the table while keeping a straight face and paying attention to whatever your friends are conversing about. he’s also a tease, often ceasing his movement right before you are able to reach your climax. whenever you’d give him an angry glare he’d simply smirk at you and flick at your sensitive clit — enough stimulation to make you jolt but not enough to make you cum.
only once he decides he’s ready to let you cum will he allow you to. and often it would be at a slightly compromising time — when you’re taking a sip of your drink, mid conversation, etc. he loved watching you try to remain composed while unravelling on his fingers. but thankfully he rarely does this. most of the time he’d rather pull you to the bathroom or a secluded space and fuck you against the wall.
his favourite position to force you into is with your hands against the wall, standing on one foot while he holds your other leg up to ensure the best possible position to thrust into you as deeply as physically possible.
just like his hands, his hips are needy and rut frantically into you, continuously hitting your most sensitive parts over and over until it’s hard for you to stay up. but even when your legs become wobbly and threaten to give out, he doesn’t stop. instead he’d hold your leg tighter and squeeze at your hip with the other.
02 ; inumaki might not say much, but he’s quite vocal while fucking you
when he’s fucking you from the back he often rests his chin on your shoulder, allowing you to hear his breathy moans clearly. he’s not always necessarily loud, but he loves the way you squeeze around him whenever he lets out a particularly raspy cry.
when you’re at risk of being caught or walked in on, inumaki tends to be a bit quieter. instead he’s grunting and gasping into your neck, placing sloppy kisses onto your skin to muffle his moans. the only way he’s able to keep his voice under control is by littering your skin in kisses and hickeys, moaning and groaning through the kisses.
and when you’re in the privacy of your home, he’s loud. his moans are the perfect blend of high pitched whines and low, throaty groans as he bullies your insides with his cock. it’s often as if he makes up for his lack of speech by moaning as much as he can — desperate to let you know just how good you’re making him feel. he can’t use words to praise you or tell you how he’s feeling, so his moans relay those feelings over to you instead.
03 ; he’s a rather intimate man, always wanting to look into your eyes
missionary (read mating press) is his favourite position. he loves looking at you. he loves seeing the exact moment you realise you’re about to cream around his cock. and he loves seeing the look in your eyes when he denies you that orgasm. he loved teasing you.
along with maintaining eye contact, inumaki loves moaning into your mouth while he kisses you and robs you of your breath. though muffled, his moans are still very audible to you, vibrating down your throat as your own muffled moans leave you. inumaki’s moans often encourage you to moan, too.
as much as inumaki enjoys feeling you up and squeezing at your flesh, he would often choose to hold your hands instead. he’d pin your hands beside your head, his fingers laced with yours, hands gently grinding down onto yours at the same slow pace at which his hips are grinding into yours. his nose would just barely touch yours as he looks into your eyes, blinking ever so often to avoid drying out of hurting his eyes.
04 ; inumaki always makes sure to clean you up afterwards
after the one time you and him did it raw and he came inside, inumaki has become a bit addicted to filling you up with his seed. he loved the milky white ring that would form around the base of his cock as his and your cum mixed together. he’d grind into you slowly after his release, looking to where the two of you are connected for a while before returning his gaze to your face.
of course, as much as he loved filling you up, he also loved cleaning you up. inumaki would give you a moment or two to regain your breath before he’d dive down between your thighs, hungrily lapping at your battered cunt. the taste of his and your cum mixed together easily sent him into another rut — grinding his hips into the bed as he locks his arms around your thighs and devours the meal before him.
he enjoys holding you down when you start squirming beneath him, his tongue expertly overstimulating your swollen clit. he’d lap up your second, third, fourth and perhaps even fifth orgasm’s juices. only once he’s satisfied will he pull away from your cunt, quickly putting his lips to work once more as he smothers you in a sloppy, wet kiss. he’d moan into your mouth, pleased to be sharing your delicious taste with you.
（。＾▽＾） END NOTES !!
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PAIRINGS: dbf!gojo x fem!reader , light naoya x fem!reader
SYNOPSIS: sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands
WARNINGS: age gap (reader is early 20s, gojo is in his 40s), matsurbation, voyeurism, fingering, slight over stim, pet names (princess, baby girl), hair pulling, clothed sex, daddy & mommy kink, virginity loss, dacryphilia, breeding kink, gojo’s a lil mean, creampie, panty thief gojo, unedited
WORD COUNT: 2.9k
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Every year your father had all his friends over at the end of summer break before they went back to teaching. Every year you were told to come, even though you should really be moving into your small apartment that was ten minutes from campus. But, you always found yourself there and there was only one reason as to why. Your father's best friend, Gojo Satoru.
Growing up, you'd always had an innocent crush on him. With his snow white hair and bright blue eyes with a carefree smile and contagious laugh to match. But, that school-girl crush morphed into something much less pure as you filled out. You were barely eighteen when your skirts got a little shorter and tops got tighter around him. He barely glanced at you. The day that all changed was a get together from two years ago.
While everyone was downstairs laughing at some stupid joke that your dad told, you had been in your room, pouting about once again not catching Gojo’s eye. He was always with some new girl who was half his age, so why wouldn't he even look at you? Was it because he's your father’s best friend? Was it because he never saw you as anything other than a child who used to throw sand at him?
You hated how easily his smile made you melt, and how weak in the knees you got when that smile was directed at you. You wanted him to acknowledge you, to notice you were just as beautiful, if not more, than the girls he always had on his arm. You hated that he didn't touch you or kiss you like the other women, and that your crush on him was so unrequited it was embarrassing for you.
All you wanted was just one chance. As your pouting turned into longing, you found yourself curious on what his hands would feel like on you, inside you. Your hands roamed your own body at the thought, toying with yourself while you pictured it was him. Your soft whimpers were inaudible to those downstairs, but not to Gojo, who was outside your door. He'd come to say goodbye to you, but had stopped short when he heard your moans.
Peeking through the small crack in the door, he could see what you were doing. Legs spread apart as you curled your own fingers into your tight cunt. His breathing hitched as he unconsciously moved forward, his hand pressing flat against the door to push it open. This was the moment he looked past his best friend's kid and saw you as a legal adult, especially as his cock grew hard at the sight of you.
The squeak of the door moving had you startled, jumping and trying to cover what he'd already seen. But it was too late. Words flew out of your mouth, stuttered and so jumbled that you were incoherent. Your hands shook as he approached you, a sly smirk tugging at his lips.
Your face was burning in embarrassment as you tried to hide behind your hands. Gojo chuckled, pulling them away from you, “Don't get shy on me now, princess. Let me help you.”
He pushed your legs apart, his hands running over your skin so soft, it left goosebumps in his wake. As they trailed over your sensitive bud, you couldn't help the whine that passed through your lips. He stared at you intently, his gaze so intense you couldn't force yourself to look away as he dipped a finger into you.
The laughter downstairs never died down, but your pretty noises grew louder, masked by those who were inebriated.
From then on, he was constantly teasing you. When he should be working, when you should be focusing in class. For a man who was grown, he still acted like a teenager and thought with the wrong head. He'd send unsolicited dick pics while you were in school, he'd drive up on weekends to have a little fun before going back home. He'd tease you at the get-togethers, his hand snaking up your thigh under the table as everyone ate and laughed together.
It was exhilarating, it was exciting, yet you were not completely satiated because he had yet to go all the way with you. For how shameless he was in his behavior, it was like he just refused to go further with you. He'd much rather get you off than himself. Now, you normally wouldn't complain about this, but it had been two years of fooling around and nothing else.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, because he wanted that more than anything. But, he knew he had very little self control and that if he allowed himself, he'd breed your tight, virgin cunt until you were crying and begging him to stop. If anything came from that, someone would have to tell his best friend since high school. That would not be a pleasant conversation.
Regardless, you allowed it to continue. That was, until now.
You had been home all summer, Gojo coming over on the weekends with a woman you'd never seen before. It pissed you off to no end, and by the time the get together rolled around, you had already formed a little plan on how to retaliate against him. It involved a foul mouthed, sexist Zen'in who thought he could get whoever he wanted.
As your father grilled out and everyone conversed while waiting, you hung off Zen'in Naoya’s arm despite the unamused looks from your dad and the enraged ones from Gojo. When you noticed this, you slightly distanced yourself. Your dad would chalk this up to you being under the influence, even though you hadn't had a single drop of alcohol. Gojo, on the other hand, had an idea as to what was going on.
He kept his eye on you all night, causing Iori to grow annoyed as the sun set. The minute he could no longer find you or Naoya, he was rushing into the house. Imagine his surprise when he walked into the living room to find you and Naoya on the couch, his hand up your skirt and tongue down your throat.
“Get lost, Zen'in,” Gojo snapped, his hand clamping down on the other man’s shoulder before roughly yanking him away from you. Naoya stumbled before grumbling under his breath and going back outside. Gojo then roughly yanked you up by your arm, dragging you towards the stairs. You didn't even fight him on it, knowing he was right where you wanted him.
He pushed you into the nearest room, kicking the door closed. He felt along the wall for the switch but you grabbed his arm.
“We’re in dad’s room,” You told him, knowing if he turned on the light, they could see it from outside. Not only would he ruin your plans, they'd know you two were in here. “You can yell at me in my room.”
“I don't think so, baby girl,” Gojo took a step forward, causing you to take a step back. “Not until you tell me why you were leeching off Zen’in like some sort of slut?”
“Because you brought yours here,” You stated matter-of-factly, folding your arms over your chest, even though he couldn't see you. He knew you had a smug look on your face, just by the tone of your voice. He took another step forward, cupping your cheek in his hand.
"Aw, is my little princess upset that she wasn't getting my attention?” He mocked, his hand moving from your cheek to tightly twist through your hair. He pulled you closer, hot breath gently fanning your face as his faux sympathetic tone dropped, “That doesn't mean you get to slut yourself out to Zen’in Naoya to get it.”
You scoffed, irritated that he had easily taken control of the situation. You opened and closed your mouth a few times like a fish out of water, not knowing what to say and blurting out the first rebuttal that came to mind, “Oh yeah? At least Naoya puts out.”
Gojo froze, his breath hitching at your words. His fingers curled tighter around your locks, his demeanor going from mad to livid with just a few simple words.
At least Naoya puts out.
“And you think he can fuck you better than I can?” Satoru seethed, pushing you back until you were falling onto your father's mattress, your skirt riding up. He hovered over you, taking his free hand and running his thumb over your panties. “You're not even wet. How's he supposed to get you off if he can't even turn you on?”
You cringed at the tugging of your hair, pain shooting towards your scalp. Gojo was unbothered, his anger taking control of him as he roughly tugged your panties to the side and plunged a finger into you. You whimpered at how rough he was being, a dark chuckle falling off his lips.
“What?” He glowered, his eyes finally adjusting to the dark room as he roughly pushed another finger inside you. “Is the little princess gonna cry? Throwing a tantrum won't get you anywhere. Be a big girl and use your words.”
You made a strangled noise, wincing again at his movements. You were unable to speak, slightly arching your back while he harshly curled his fingers against your walls. Your mouth fell open, the words you wanted to say refusing to come out.
“Since you can't answer me, I'm going to tell you what’ll happen,” His voice dropped, more menacing than it was before. “I'm gonna fuck you so good, everyone outside will hear you. Think I give a shit if your dad walks through that door? Maybe I want him to walk in and have him see me breeding his little girl.”
The moan that left your mouth at his words was pathetic, a dark chuckle falling from his lips in response.
Of all the times he's blatantly checked you out in front of your dad, smacked your ass at parties, and pulled you to the bathroom any time he was visiting your dad, he's never once been this mean.
“Gojo, please–” Your choked words came to an abrupt halt as his free hand came up to play with your clit. Tears welled in your eyes at the sensation, legs already shaking as he pushed you towards your orgasm. You closed your eyes, a lone tear falling from the corner.
He smirked, working his fingers even faster at the sight as he leaned down and muttered, “You cryin’? Little princess doesn't like when I'm mad, does she?”
Another whimper left your mouth as you tightly gripped the sheets underneath you, feeling a tight knot building up and quickly releasing. You tightened around his fingers, coating them with your slick. Your sharp pants filled the room as you rode out your high, Satoru slowing his pace.
“Such a good girl,” He cooed, pulling his hands away from you and gripping your panties before roughly tugging them down your legs. He tossed them aside before undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. “Think you're ready, princess?”
You nodded, opening your eyes to seeing him pushing himself between your thighs, lining up with your entrance. He teased you, rubbing his cock over your soft folds as he leaned over you, lips barely brushing over yours.
Your breath hitched before he gently kissed you. You barely registered what he’d done before he pulled away and whispered against your mouth, “Daddy's gonna take good care of you, baby girl.”
He slowly slipped into you, stopping to let you adjust once he met resistance. You groaned as he thrusted into you further, pain mixing in with pleasure. Tears resurfaced, slowly rolling down your cheeks as you tried to ignore it.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” Satoru cursed, his eyes falling shut. “Relax, princess. You keep squeezing me like that, and I’ll cum.”
You recalled his words from earlier, slowly bringing your legs up and wrapping them around his waist. He moaned, allowing himself to bottom out inside you. You were really pushing his buttons, making it hard for him to not cum on the spot. To not keep going until he came again.
“Do it,” You mumbled, clenching around him.
His head was spinning as he slowly started thrusting, dragging his cock along your gummy walls, “S’That what you want? Want daddy to fill you up? Want me to make you a mommy?”
“Y-yes,” You whined, squirming underneath him as if you were trying to get him to go faster.
He caught your chin with his index finger and thumb, slowly rolling his hips against you, “Look at you, crying so pretty for me. Think you can use your words for me too, mommy?”
You let a choked noise escape you, before gasping out, “Yes. Yes, daddy.”
His head was reeling, picking up his pace. Your words had him right on the edge, his lack of rhythm giving him away. You moaned underneath him as he reached his high, your legs locking around him to pull him in closer. He panted heavily as he emptied his hot seed inside you. You squeezed around him, milking what you could from him. He grabbed your legs, untangling them from around his waist. He pushed them back, catching his breath as he stared down at you.
“Your turn, baby girl,” He cooed, once again rocking his hips with a teasing pace. It was almost as if he were antagonizing you, wanting you to beg him for it. He was still hard, still relishing in having you underneath him, tears staining your cheeks from him stretching you out. God, you looked absolutely stunning from his point of view. “Want you to cum for daddy.”
You made a strained noise, back arching before you whined out, “Satoru, please. Wanna cum on your cock.”
“Tell me how you want it, princess,” He teased, pushing into you until he bottomed out, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. A shaky whimper pushed past your lips, his hand grabbing onto yours and pinning it above your head as he slowly pulled back and sank into you again. “You want it nice and slow, just like this?”
You swallowed thickly, eyes slowly closing as you tried to memorize how he felt inside you. How you throbbed around him and sucked him in when he tried to pull out. He hooked his free arm under your leg, his rhythm becoming quicker. You let out a yelp, lifting your hips as he found that sweet spot.
“Like that,” You told him breathlessly, arching your body against his. Your toes curled as he quickly rocked into you, a high-pitched moan leaving your mouth. “Right there, Satoru.”
His lips came crashing down against yours, grinding into you as you kissed him back. Each time he hit that weak point, little mewls fell from your lips which spurred him on even faster. Besides, he had to make this quick. Utahime was downstairs, not that she was his girlfriend but Gojo did bring her, and your father was too. They'd know something was up, no matter how much anyone had to drink.
“Satoru,” A needy whine left you as you broke off the kiss, feeling yourself slowly getting closer to your own orgasm. “Please. Don't stop.”
He roughly pounded into your tight cunt, a guttural moan leaving him as your grip around his cock became stronger, “You gonna cum, baby?”
You gave a high pitched hum in response, “M’Gonna cum, daddy.”
Gojo’s thrusts became deeper, quicker as the room filled with nothing but your pleasured noises and skin slapping together. You sucked in a deep breath, feeling your release building as your walls clamped down tightly around him. His name fell off your lips like music to his ears, airless yet whiney as you soaked in the euphoria he was making you experience.
You cried out his name as you came, your body twisting in sharp spasms while your eyes rolled back. You trembled violently as he kept going, chasing his own high that approached all too quickly.
“Fuck, princess,” Gojo rasped out, his words slurring, “M’Gonna fill you up, and you're not gonna waste a single drop.”
You couldn't even respond as he finished, his cock twitching inside you as he spilled hot, white slick along your walls. You two barely had time to catch your breath before you heard your dad yelling for Gojo as he entered the house. The two of you looked at each other with wide eyes before scrambling to get up. You found your panties as Satoru slid his underwear and pants back up, fixing his belt in a hurry. He turned, taking the lace from your fingers before stuffing them in his pocket.
You couldn't even question him as he dragged you to the door. Your heart was racing as he reached for the door knob, opening the door only to be met with your father's murderous glare. His nostrils flared as he tried to reign in his anger.
“Satoru, what the fuck were you two doing in there?”
concept; after adopting a cat with your boyfriend, it’s time to bring her home.
content notes; au - no curses ; human!sukuna ; established relationship ; fluff ; maybe slightly ooc sukuna :// i mean he's as in character as i can get him without him [redacted]ing
“Why’d we have to wait a whole week before we could take her home? We were there. We could’ve just taken her then.” Sukuna’s ring adorned fingers kept tapping against the steering wheel. ”
You couldn’t help but chuckle when he pouted. “Ryo, babe, they need to give her all her shots and clean her up before we can take her home. They also had to come inspect our place. Remember? You were so fussy about that, I doubt you’d forget it.”
Sukuna side-eyed you, grumbling softly before focusing on the road again.
You were almost at the shelter. Despite only being able to pick her up today, you did manage to visit Kombu once a day. Sukuna didn’t always come along — he had work to do. Every day you’d bring Kombu a small treat. She was an old girl but she still seemed to have a lot of life in her. Whenever you’d visit she’d climb onto your lap and eagerly eat the treats you brought.
Despite his reluctance to come along, Sukuna did join you on one of the visits. You had to coerce him into Kombu’s enclosure. Kombu might not have known Sukuna too well, but as soon as the tattooed male sat down in the enclosure, Kombu was on his lap — purring and nudging against his chest. Sukuna obviously grumbled and pretended to be annoyed. But he did pet her, saying it would be rude to push her away.
Once you reached the shelter and went inside, everything went by quickly. Most of the paperwork had already been covered. You and Sukuna made a donation of cat and dog food for the shelter, also donating blankets for the animals.
Seeing as it was obligatory to take a photo of new adoptees as well as donors, you and Sukuna had to pose for a few photos. Kombu sat in Sukuna’s arms, her green eyes wide with curiosity. You had to nudge Sukuna in the ribs a few times to get him to properly smile.
“I’ll sit in the back with her,” you said. Kombu’s carrier was quite large and it would be unsafe to let her out of the carrier whilst driving, so you opted to sit in the back with her while Sukuna drove.
Kombu’s eyes were wide the entire drive. Thanks to her carrier having little windows she could see all around her. She’d look from you, to Sukuna, to the window and then repeat the process. She seemed excited.
Sukuna carried Kombu’s carrier while you carried the miscellaneous items you were given by the shelter.
“We should keep her in our room for the time being, yeah? Too many new places to explore might overwhelm her.” Sukuna kicked his shoes off once inside before heading to your bedroom. You had an en suite bathroom which you decided to keep Kombu’s litter box in for the time being.
“Babe, come on!” Sukuna called out to you once he set the carrier down.
It didn’t take long for you to join him and Kombu in your room, closing the door behind you before squatting down next to the carrier. You set down the bowl of water that you brought.
Sukuna squatted down across from you, opening the carrier for Kombu to come out.
She was hesitant at first. Her eyes remained wide as she peeked her head out, looking at Sukuna and then you before taking in the new environment. With how long she took, you and Sukuna both moved to sit with your legs crossed instead of staying in a squat.
Kombu sniffed at the water, glancing over to you before drinking from it. After her drink she made her way to your lap, nudging at your hand until you pet her. Her purrs were loud, filling up the silence in the room. Her eyes seemed to close entirely for the first time since you picked her up. It wasn’t long before her purrs turned into soft snores.
You were too busy cooing over Kombu to notice the way Sukuna looked at you. His eyes were soft and a small smile adorned his lips. He couldn’t help but sneak a photo of the two of you. He’ll show it to you later, not wanting to interrupt the moment you were having.
“I’ll order takeout for us tonight. We should stay with her for the day, right? And you’re probably tired. So no cooking for you.” Sukuna leaned over and placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Want something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Soda?”
“I’ll have what you’re having. Bring a snack, too.” You smiled at him.
The rest of the day went smoothly. You were in your room with Kombu mostly. Eventually you had to move from the floor to your bed. Kombu was a bit startled from the shift but was fast asleep next to you once on the bed. Sukuna joined you not long after, which resulted in Kombu waking up again and this time curling up on the male’s chest. Sukuna grumbled and sulked for a while before he eventually started to pet her, scratching behind her ears.
This time it was your turn to sneak in a photo. Sukuna’s chin was pressed to his chest so that he could look at Kombu properly. She was fast asleep on his chest, too. You felt so warm inside seeing Sukuna be so soft.
Kombu’s first night at home went smoothly. The only hiccup you had was when Sukuna went to shower. Kombu didn’t seem to appreciate him closing the bathroom door. She meowed and whined in front of the door for a while before curling up in front of it. In the end you sat down with her and you both waited for Sukuna to finish his shower.
She ended up sleeping in bed with you and Sukuna — curled up between your pillows. Both you and Sukuna had to get up at one point in the night when Kombu passed some gas.
~(=^‥^)ノ END NOTES !!
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“You look so lovely in that dress!”, a bold yet meek voice lurks over your ears adorning your skin with goosebumps. You tilt your head sideways lightly saying, “I thought you wouldn’t come.” The man comes in front of you and as he adjusts his watch a smile tugs his face as he proudly exclaims, “Ahhh! So, you thought of me.”
cw: hurt no comfort, breaking up, lovers to strangers, infidelity(?), falling out of love
summary: you had seen this coming, even when you turned a blind eye on it.
word count: 244
AN: My Jujutsu Kaisen masterlist seems too empty and I feel like putting out something for it so here's an angst drabble. Full credits to @writinghoursopen for prompt #599 "The pieces don't fit together anymore, like they never mean to."
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Honestly speaking, you had seen this coming. Those small gestures, lingering touches that were way too long, glances towards one another. You had seen this coming but yet why does it hurt badly? Why does it hurt seeing the one you love being in another person's arms, tender kisses shared between them as your other classmates and juniors cheered for them both.
Thinking back, what was it that broke it all up? What was it that made the romance flame in your relationship disappear? You couldn't think of anything, but why is it that the one you're supposed to be with forever, is in the arms of your new classmate, Yuta Okkotsu?
You had seen this coming, you weren't a fool. Naive? Yes but not a fool. The sudden news that you are being dropped as his partner for missions, the missions that took way too long than it's supposed to. But you turned a blind eye, so you can keep him, even if his heart belongs to another.
Indeed you had seen this coming, but yet you never realised that the pieces of ideal love and future with him are slowly losing its hold as you kept on grasping to the frayed strings of your relationship, not wanting to let go. But no, you should have realised by then. You should have stopped seeing through the rose tinted glass and realise that;
The pieces don't fit together anymore, like they never mean to.
CW: SFW, hurt/comfort, self doubts, fluff fluffff!!, age gap (reader is 18-19, Toji is around 40), Toji being a house husband! Toji may be OOC but I just want to write fluff so leave me aloneeeeee.
AN: For a special girl of mine, @p-antomime
Arranged marriage is a common practice between the world of sorcerers. Arranged marriage for power, politics, clan's business. Yours were to be married to Toji, to clear out the financial issues your clan had. Why he chose you out of all, you never know or understood the reasoning. But you were expecting a harsh treatment because of the pitying glances and whispers between your maids on how the Zenin clan works. Worst of all, you found out he had a wife before and they got divorced due to the clan's intervention, or so the rumours said. And you know he has a child, a teenage boy around your age to be exact.
When you don't know the reason why Toji chose you, it's always had been known to the man itself. To him, it was because you're supposed to get married to Naoya, the worst of all Zenin, but the first time he saw you, a bright eyed, full of wonder wandering around the Zenin's clan property, he knew he needed to get you before Naoya ruins you.
Was it a fatherly instinct? The need to protect the childlike wonder in your eyes and not wanting the Zenin's clan reputation and treatment to tarnish you, for hating the thoughts of Naoya ruining you until your eyes are as empty as a cave. He doesn't know what it was, but he knew even from back then he HAD to have you in his hold, his arms to protect.
Naoya would had fought if it weren't Toji's personal request (remember that it's canon how Naoya holds deep respect for Toji) so he let it go after several temper tantrums and chosing someone else after throwing a snide remark that you don't look like a virgin at all, which Toji had to refrain from punching him for the sake of protecting the agreement.
Imagine your suprise when Toji treats you softly, unlike how you always heard about the Zenin's treatments. He didn't forced you to have sex with him, not even during the first night after the wedding, where he just softly smiled at you and said goodnight. Not only that, he even allows you to have your own space and room too, not needing to sleep beside him.
But because of that, insecurities begins to crawl itself inside your heart and mind. The 'What Ifs' played itself inside your mind like a broken record.
"What if he's doing this bcs he's not interested in you?"
"What if this marriage is just a joke to him?"
While he did treated you nicely, for you it feels like there's a wedge between you both, a line neither of you willing to cross over.
And that, that's what makes the tears fall every night inside your room. Again, unknown to you, Toji listens to your heart wrenching sobs every night, asking himself what the fuck he did wrong or messed up and how can he fix it.
One day Toji had enough of your sleepless night, crying into your pillow, not knowing the root of the problem. He confronts you in the morning, asking what was wrong with you and if he did something wrong.
Maybe it was the fear of him, or the tone of his voice was a bit tad louder than you're used to, but it does ignites a fear inside you. But you are you. The sole heiress of your clan, you should not be weak.
So what you did was, you took a deep breath before asking him, if you are or ever had been enough for him? Or was the marriage is just a running inside joke to him and the clan?
Toji was flabbergasted to say the most. Because while he was expecting you to call him out on his cold demeanour, he never thought you would ever felt that way.
Sighing, Toji knew he has to clear things up with you. He, unexpected to you, hugs you and apologising for the all neglect you felt while kissing the top of your head. He sat you down, and sit down right in front of you, and told himself that he has to be fully honest with you this time around, to clear out all the fog and doubts running through your pretty little mind.
He told you about his ex-wife, how she cheated on him with one of the clan members causing them both to get divorced. How the relationship with his son got strained because of that. Then he told you about the day he first saw you, how your innocent demeanour and wonderlike nature should never be tarnish with how Zenin's clan reputation and treatment.
How he put you at arms length bcs he didn't know how you actually feels with the arranged marriage, being sold by your clan to settle their debts only because you're the sole heiress.
With you trying absorb all these information in, Toji decided to leave you be and prepare the meal he was preparing before the confrontation. Snapping out from your thoughts, you can feel the tears running as realisation fully hits you and the images, the memories of him doing even the smallest thing runs through your head the way he lets you to have your own garden, full of linum lewisii, your favourite flower, how he would pick a fresh one each day to decorate the kitchen table. You turn towards Toji, only to see him at the kitchen aisle. You rushed towards him and apologising over and over to which he chuckled at and shook his head. He took your palm in his, focusing on your finger where your wedding ring, a ring with his eye colour as the colour of the stone stayed.
"Well, now that we got that part cleared out, do you mind marrying me again? No arrangement, no clan business. Just you and me."
so i recently reached 300 followers… & as a thank you, i thought i would do a lil event for my followers !!
this event will be jjk focused, seeing as it’s my main fandom & the one i know the most about :> since i want to give people options, i decided to make three mini events within this one big event. 3 mini events since it’s 300 followers !! kekeke :>
since i am a bit busy at the moment, i’ll most likely only get to working on the event entries either later in april or possibly even early may. so, please be patient with me. but don’t feel like you shouldn’t enter bc you don’t want to overwhelm me !! i don’t care if i end up getting 300 entries or more. i wanna do this !! as a thank you, but also to entertain myself :>
↬ entry deadline \\ april 30th, 2022
⚞ BASIC RULES ⚟
01 \\ you have to be following me. this is a followers event. if you follow me just to enter the event & then unfollow afterwards, i will find out & block you.
02 \\ you have to be off anon. if you’re on anon i can’t see if you’re a follower or what your age is.
03 \\ on the topic of age, you have to be 18 to enter (except my 17yo moot. they’re an exception <33)
04 \\ your age also needs to be visible on your blog.
05 \\ entries from blank blogs will be ignored.
06 \\ followers can only enter one of the three events. tumblr mutuals can enter all three events. (tumblr mutuals, i am encouraging you to enter all three. don’t be a [redacted] & only enter one bc you don’t wanna overwhelm me. pls overwhelm me. ily <33)
07 \\ if you’re a tumblr mutual entering all three events, please put all three entries in one ask.
08 \\ your entries won’t be posted via the ask, but rather a new post over on my events side blog (@/ryomenace) since i don’t want to clog my main’s dash. you don’t have to follow the side blog. also, please send the ask to my main blog (@/ry0m3n). not my side blog (@/ryomenace).
⚞ 01; MATCHUPS ⚟
the first mini event will be matchups !! it’s more of a personality matchup than an appearance matchup, mainly bc i’d rather not have anyone send me photos of themselves. i’m sure y’all are very pretty tho.
↬ what i need you to send for this event:
01 \\ state that it’s for the matchups event
02 \\ your pronouns (mainly so that i don’t accidentally misgender you)
03 \\ list three things you like
04 \\ list three things you dislike
05 \\ your astrology big three (if you know them. otherwise just your star sign)
06 \\ your mbti placement (optional)
07 \\ list any characters you definitely do not want to be matched with (optional)
⚞ 02; JJK INSERT ⚟
since i’m a bit of a [redacted] for coming up with cursed techniques & such, i wanna insert y’all into the jjk universe & give you a role in the universe + explore your characteristics as a jjk character.
↬ what you’ll be getting:
01 \\ whether you’re a sorcerer, curse user or cursed spirit
02 \\ what grade you are (special\1\2\3\4\etc)
03 \\ what your cursed technique is
04 \\ if you’re a cursed spirit, i’ll also tell you what fear/hatred/etc you represent :>
↬ what i need you to send for this event:
01 \\ state that it’s for the jjk id event
02 \\ your name & your pronouns
03 \\ list three things you like
04 \\ list three things you dislike
05 \\ your astrology big three (if you know them. otherwise just your star sign)
06 \\ your mbti placement (optional)
00 \\ to mutuals doing multiple: you don’t have to redo the repeat questions
⚞ 03; PLAYLIST ⚟
since i like to think i have a rather broad but also superior taste in music, i thought i’d also make y’all a lil playlists. there will be 10 songs per playlist, as i don’t want to give some people more songs than others.
↬ what i need you to send for this event:
01 \\ any (1) character from jjk
02 \\ 2 tropes you love
03 \\ the vibe you want (romantic\happy\sexual\sad\etc)
04 \\ list any vibes you’d like to avoid (depressing\sexual\etc) (i don’t wanna accidentally trigger y’all)
05 \\ list any musicians you don’t want on your playlist (optional)
06 \\ a genre you enjoy (optional)
00 \\ the songs chosen will be mostly based off of the character & tropes you send in.
tagging some mutuals \\ @plush-journal. @katanaski. @giyyu. @ry0chann. @hhawkz. @nappingwithyuuji. @cyancherub. @dejwrites. @kinjuutsu. @gabzlovesu. @yuujispinkhair. @little-feral-baby-moth. @godist. @thicksimpx. @venussins. @babe-im-bi. @kemakoshume. @gojobunny. @hshiras. @kisakiapologist. apologies if i missed anyone T.T [also, y'all don't have to enter or reblog if ya don't wanna <33]
ABOUT: Professors, DILFS/MILFS, Slutty Old Men & Women. Anyone old enough to be your parent. They know more than you, they have more life experience, and they're willing to teach you even though they shouldn't. This collab is brought to you by two people who love corruption & want you to love it too.
RULES: You must be 18+ to join. Characters must be aged up and must have some form of age gap/seniority/authority/someone in a position to corrupt. I.E. villain!character x hero!reader, teacher x student. When you submit your entry, tag both me and @/novaresque + use tag #corruptioncollab
HOW TO JOIN: Send either me or @novaresque an ask with your character! Once added to this post, reblog it! Multiple entries are allowed!
DUE: No due date, but for those who need a deadline, let's say Dec. 31st.
FANDOMS: Tokyo Revengers ;; Jujutsu Kaisen ;; My Hero Academia ;; Genshin Impact ;; Haikyuu! ;; + any others your mind can come up with (All fandoms are welcome!).
dilf!haitani ran x fem!reader x rindou ⇢ @bxnten
sanzu haruchiyo ⇢ @/bxnten
ryuuguji ken ⇢ @bokuroskitten
imaushi wakasa ⇢ @/blueparadis
haitani ran ⇢ @aces-high
haitani rindou ⇢ @etheralyonn
student!baji x prof!reader ⇢ @/sugusshi
professor! takeomi ⇢ @1990-06-12
haitani rindou ⇢ @/1990-06-12
sugar daddy!kisaki tetta ⇢ @islascafe
ta!chifuyu x kouhai/fem!reader ⇢ @chifuyuslilkitten
student!Shion x prof!Reader ⇢ @kazububs
kakucho hitto ⇢ @fueledbysano
sugar daddy!Wakasa x afab!student college!reader ⇢ @wakasa-wifey
dbf!fushiguro toji ⇢ @/touyasghosty
tattoo artists!SatoSugu ⇢ @/novaresque
prof!fushiguro toji ⇢ @/touyasghosty
dbf!geto, toji, & gojo ⇢ @/novaresque (?)
milf!ryomen sukuna ⇢ @ry0m3n
ryomen sukuna ⇢ @tomurasprincess
dilf!nanami ⇢ @svgarslut
incubus!geto x nun!reader ⇢ @bassslut
pro hero!all might x side kick!reader ⇢ @ingeniumswhore
military general!todoroki touya ⇢ @pulchritxde
alberich kaeya ⇢ @/touyasghosty
prof!zhongli ⇢ @h-shibas
dilf!Ushijima Wakatoshi ⇢ @aasouthteranoswife
ukai keishin ⇢ @/ry0m3n
villain!daishou x hero!reader ⇢ @sugusshi
sukehiro yami (black clover) ⇢ @httptamaki
prof!tengen uzui (demon slayer) ⇢ @blueparadis
prof!levi ackerman (attack on titan) ⇢ @sweetforlevi
uchiha itachi (naruto) ⇢ @portfolio-of-dreams
okumara rin (blue exorcist) ⇢ @bontens-cherrykayda
dilf!ichigo x babysitter!reader (bleach) ⇢ @semisgroupie
prof!aizen x student!reader (bleach) ⇢ @/semisgroupie
PAIRING: angel of death!toji fushiguro x mortal!fem!reader
SUMMARY: if only you knew going to confession would lead straight to more sin.
WARNINGS: dark content, religious themes, explicit smut, public sex, multiple orgasms, corruption kink (if you squint), virginity loss, unprotected sex, sacrilege, praise kink, pet names (sweetheart, good girl), creampie
concept \\ being a trans man in a time where your existence wasn't aknowledged was hard. but somehow it was even harder having your existence aknowledge by the monstrous deity you served.
content notes \\ dark content; true form sukuna (double dicked & all); set in heian period japan (tho some historical inaccuracies might occur); dubcon/noncon; period sex; oral sex - reader receiving; period blood as lube; cervix fucking; mentions of cannibalism (dw reader isn't eaten); mentions of death & gore; implied double penetration in two holes (at the very end); proofread
author's note \\ this is a rather late entry to @priestesstoru's indulge collab !! read on ao3.
affiliated with \\ @cursedarchiveblog. @shibuyawardnetwork.
Your hands were trembling, yet stiff as you kept them dipped into the icy water. You clutched the once white fabric in your fists, vigorously scrubbing it together to rid it of the red stain.
You were angry at yourself. You had been neglecting to keep count of the days since you’ve last menstruated. If only you hadn’t been ill the previous week, then you wouldn’t have lost track of how many days it’s been. Now you were left with the consequences of your actions — or rather your lack of actions.
In truth, it wasn’t that you were negligent. You were ill and bedridden. You had lost track of time. And it wasn’t like you could ask another servant at the temple how many days had gone by; you servants weren’t allowed to speak unless it was permitted by the deity residing inside the temple.
After becoming annoyed by two servants bickering, Sukuna cut out their tongues and forbade all other servants from speaking unless given permission to. No one wanted to lose their tongue, even if it meant no longer being able to use it freely.
You hissed at the stubbornness of the stain. It just didn’t want to wash out. Even with only the dull lighting provided by the moon you could tell that you have made little progress in removing the stain. You wanted to curse under your breath, but bit your tongue instead. On a night as quiet as this one even the softest of whispers echoed throughout the forest.
Instead, you cursed internally and pulled the cloth from the water. You’d have to discard it after sunrise. You’d also have to make the tediously long trip to the village down the mountain to buy new linen for your futon. You internally cursed yourself once more while wringing the water out of the fabric. You hissed unintentionally. It was painful to force your icy hands to close around the fabric.
A sudden echo of laughter throughout the forest made you jump. It was loud and malicious, cutting through the trees and through your skin. You knew whose laugh it was. Sukuna.
Your hands were no longer the only part of you that was frozen. You couldn’t move an inch. If he were to catch you here you’d be done for. He’d kill you. You were certain of it.
Sure, servants were allowed out of their quarters at night, but that didn’t mean they’d be allowed to live if discovered by Sukuna. If they happen to catch him in a bad mood they would at least get a quick death. But if he’s feeling generous he might toy with them before sending them to the slaughter house. No one wanted to be toyed with. So if it was inevitable that he’d discover you, you at least hoped he’d be in a bad mood.
You slowly stood up, wobbling as your legs had gone a bit numb from having been bent beneath you all this time. You bundled up the fabric, making sure that the stain wasn’t visible. You didn’t waste any more time before heading back to your chambers. The laughter had died down, but you could still hear the clicking of hooves against the stone path.
You peeked around the corner of the temple, wanting to check how far away Sukuna and whoever he’s with is. He was much closer than you had predicted.
When coming face to face with four red eyes, all you could really do was gasp. You didn’t scream or cry out like most would. It was a bit of a shock, yes, but you couldn’t get any noise out. Your eyes were wide for only a moment. You were frozen in place, out of shock and fear alike.
This must be your end.
Sukuna’s eyes were half lidded as he stood back to his full length, having bent down to catch you at your height. He looked down at you, no emotion visible on his face.
“No scream? No begging?”
You struggled to swallow. Your throat was dry and you were worried you might stumble over your words if you spoke now. But you forced the words out.
“There’s no point in screaming. I won’t be saved. And begging would only ensure that it’s dragged out longer.” Your voice was steady and void of emotion. You didn’t want your fear to be audible in your words. You didn’t want him to know that you were afraid.
He said nothing in response, only leering down at you before waving a hand of dismissal.
You stared at him, in awe. Was he really going to let you go? Was there a catch?
“Go before I change my mind.” You didn’t give him time to change his mind, immediately rushing back to your quarters.
You weren’t sure if being allowed to live another day was a blessing or a curse.
Daybreak came and you were still lying on your futon, alive and breathing. You were unable to sleep for the rest of the night. The combination of the painful cramps and the adrenaline of having spoken to Sukuna kept you awake. Despite having been awake all night and having had all the time to think, your mind was blank the entire time.
You ignored the anxiety bubbling in your chest as you got ready for the day.
You groaned as you bound your chest. Your nipples were sensitive due to you menstruating. It wasn’t even a good kind of sensitive. It just felt annoying.
Your first task of the day was assisting the other servants with Sukuna’s breakfast. Sukuna’s meal preferences were quite peculiar, so very few of the servants could actually stomach the work. Uraume did most of the work in regards to preparing the main dish, while the servants were to assist in cleaning and preparing the side dishes.
Unfortunately for you, you were already feeling nauseous so having to deal with the stench of blood and the sight of severed human limbs wasn’t making you feel any better. Normally it doesn’t bother you. You’ve seen worse. But due to the combination of your menstrual period and the anxiety that knotted in your stomach from the previous night’s encounter, you felt sick. A sour, acidic taste was present in the back of your throat. But even so, you didn’t ask to be dismissed. It would only draw unnecessary attention to you.
You did as you were expected to, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. The sooner things were ready and done, the sooner you could start on your next, less nauseating task.
Once all the food was prepared, you and another servant were sent to deliver Sukuna’s food. Sukuna wasn’t there yet. You were relieved by that. You and the other servant, an older woman, both knelt down by the chabudai and carefully set out the bowls and plates of food. The woman prepared the tatami mat while you finished setting the food out in an aesthetically pleasing arrangement.
You were both just about done when Sukuna entered the room. He didn’t spare either of you a glance as he passed you and sat down on the tatami mat. Only when you and the woman bowed to be excused did he acknowledge your presence.
You were about to exit the room when Sukuna spoke, “Brat, stay. Woman, leave.”
The woman nodded quickly and left, not even sparing you a look of sympathy. Usually when someone was expected to accompany Sukuna for a meal they wouldn’t live long enough to see him take his last bite.
You couldn’t help but tremble. You weren’t afraid of dying. You were afraid of what would occur during the time before you died.
You quickly turned back to face Sukuna, keeping your mouth shut and waiting for whatever he decides to say or do next.
“Join me.” Sukuna’s words made your eyes widen. Is this a joke? Was he testing you?
“I– I have to refuse.” You kept your head low as you spoke, not daring to make eye contact.
“Be quiet and sit down. I have questions that you better have answers to.”
You gulped and nodded. You quickly sat down across from him in the seiza position. You most likely already have to walk on eggshells around him, no need to show disrespect but sitting incorrectly.
Despite your formal way of sitting, Sukuna sat with his legs spread, one bent to support his elbow. You didn’t make eye contact, but did glance at him from beneath your lashes.
“Enlighten me. What warranted you to leave your chambers in the early hours of the morning?” He eyed you for a moment before picking up his chopsticks and starting on his meal.
You were quiet for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. You couldn’t exactly tell him you started your menstrual period. Most, if not all people reacted negatively to you telling them that — especially since you identified as a man.
“I accidentally hurt myself and bled onto my bedding. I left my chambers to go clean it.”
“Why not clean it in the morning when it’s not cold out?”
“I wanted to clean it as soon as possible to avoid it staining.” You still didn’t meet his gaze.
“Where did you hurt yourself? Show me.”
You almost looked up at him. “I cannot…” Your voice came out soft, a tremble.
“Why not? Did you lie to me?”
You flinched when the back of his chopsticks made contact with your chin, forcing your head up so that you had to look him in the eyes. Even then you tried to look everywhere but at his face.
“I did not lie. I did bleed onto my futon. But my wound is in a place that I cannot show you.”
You heard him snicker before feeling his chopsticks tapping against your cheek. You closed your eyes, expecting some sort of punishment for disrespecting him.
“You will show me. You are my servant, my property. I shall do with you as I please. If you don’t want to show me your wound, then I’ll have to give you a wound that I can see.” He withdrew his chopsticks from your face and resumed his meal, eyes locked on you. “Now get up and undress. Show me your wound.”
You scampered to your feet. It felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest with how fast it was beating. He was going to discover your secret. You took a deep breath and attempted to compose yourself before starting to undress.
You wore many layers of clothes due to the weather being especially cold today. With each layer you dropped to the floor it felt like you were becoming warmer and warmer. Your heart was beating so erratically that you couldn’t even feel the icy air hit your skin. All you felt was Sukuna’s heated gaze. His eyes were locked on your every move, taking note of every new bit of skin you exposed to him.
He raised a brow once you were left only in your undergarments. He looked at your bound chest and then to your undergarments which covered your lower body.
“I see no wound.” He didn’t say anything else, simply sat back and enjoyed another bite of human flesh.
“It’s… an internal wound.” You felt exposed. You were exposed. Your arms which you wrapped around yourself didn’t hide much of your body.
“Elaborate.”
This was torture. He must have already figured out that there was no wound and that you were simply menstruating. But it seemed he wanted you to admit it to him.
“I… the blood didn’t come from a wound.” You kept your gaze to the floor. You dug your fingers into the fat of your sides, squeezing at it in an attempt to feel grounded. “I’m menstruating.”
You flinched when Sukuna’s laughter filled the room. “I’ve never met a man who menstruates. Are you lying to me about menstruating? Or about being a man? Are you a woman?”
“I am no woman!” You gasped at yourself, the realization that you raised your voice hitting you too late. Your hands slapped over your mouth, eyes wide as you finally made eye contact with Sukuna. He had a sadistically amused grin plastered on his face.
“A man that menstruates. What an oddity. Well, if you say you’re a man, I’ll believe you.” Sukuna waved a hand towards you. “Get dressed and leave. You’re excused for the day.”
You felt sick as you got dressed, not bothering to put each layer on properly. You felt even more nauseous than when you had to dispose of human innards earlier today. Something felt wrong. There had to be a catch. You didn’t understand why he would just let you go.
You spent the rest of your day in your chambers, only leaving during meal times to join the other servants. After you returned from your own breakfast you came back to a brand new futon in your room. It was of a much higher quality than your previous futon. You felt sick again.
Sometime around noon you had fallen asleep. By the time you woke up it was nearly dark out. You jumped, seeing Uraume standing by your feet, looking down at you. You didn’t speak, waiting for them to speak instead.
“Master Sukuna expects you in his chambers. You may go to relieve yourself before joining him. Don’t knock. Just enter.”
You weren’t able to even get a single word out before they left.
You took a deep breath once outside Sukuna’s chambers. You didn’t knock — as told — and just entered the room. You could only make out Sukuna’s silhouette behind the silk of the canopy bed he was sat on. You saw him shift when you stepped closer to the bed.
Your heart hammered in your chest as you came to a stop at the foot of the bed, not moving the silk curtains that hid Sukuna from you, and you from him.
“Undress and come here.” His voice was rough, as if his throat was dry.
“Entirely?”
“Entirely. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
You weren’t sure if the knot in your stomach was from fear or a sickening sense of arousal. He must have called you here, to his chambers, with something sexual in mind. You weren’t sure if you were afraid or excited about being devoured by him.
You were quick to undress, this time folding and setting aside the layers of clothing you took off. Sukuna didn’t seem vexed by this. Once entirely undressed, both your chest and puffy folds uncovered, you pushed the silk curtain aside and crawled onto the bed.
Your eyes widened seeing Sukuna. He was sat up against the headrest, one hand leisurely stroking along his two cocks. You weren’t sure if you were more shocked by the fact that he had two cocks, or the gigantic size of them. Was he planning to put those inside you? Would it fit?
Sukuna was quick to pick up on your hesitation as you stilled on the bed, no longer crawling towards him. “Come here. I’m not fucking you with these just yet.” He beckoned you closer, and you obediently crawled closer. The bed dipped under your weight — not as much as it dipped beneath Sukuna, but still noticeably.
Once you were close enough to him, Sukuna grabbed you at the waist, forcing you to stand on the bed. You were glad the canopy was high. Sukuna’s grip was firm and bruising against your plump flesh. You could feel his nails press against your skin, but not piercing it.
You whimpered when two of his hands cupped your breasts. He kneaded them, being uncharacteristically careful with his claws. He examined your face for a reaction as he continued, but his hands stilled as soon as he noticed the glare you were directing at him. You weren’t aware of the expression you were making, genuinely surprised when he asked you why you were so angry.
“What a pretty face. The angry ones are the most fun. Do you not want me touching you here?” He squeezed your breasts and pulled a whine from you.
Though you knew it was a rhetorical question, you still answered him. “I don’t want to be touched there… anywhere else, please.” You forced your facial features to soften, worried that a prolonged glare might encourage him to tease you even more.
He let out a low hum, removing his hands from your chest. “I guess I am more intrigued by other parts of you.” A hand of his slid down your side, nails grazing your skin.
You gasped, nearly tumbling over when he lifted your thigh to hook it over his shoulder. You unintentionally grabbed onto his head to stabilize yourself and avoid falling over. You weren’t expecting the amused hum that left Sukuna’s lips. You gulped and removed your hands from his head. You wobbled slightly, but the hand squeezing your side and the one cupping your ass kept you up.
“Sorry,” you mumbled. Despite your apology it wasn’t long before your hands were on his head again. Your body folded as soon as you felt a clawed finger run through your slit. The claw wasn’t piercing you, but it still felt uncomfortable.
“Don’t move so suddenly. What if I cut you?” You could tell that he was enjoying himself. There wasn’t a hint of sincerity in his voice. “You’re leaking quite a bit, huh?” He didn’t wait for an answer, rather spreading your puffy lips with two fingers to get a better view of your bloodied hole.
You let out a choked gasp as one of his claws scraped along the sensitive flesh around your hole, scooping up a blob of blood beneath the nail. He looked up at you while licking the blood from his finger. The moan accompanied by his eyes rolling back caught you off guard. You’ve never heard him make a sound like that before.
His red eyes were soon focused on your face again. “I knew the blood of a menstruating woman was delicious. But who knew the menstrual blood of a man would taste even better?” One of his hands squeezed at your thigh, making you yelp as his nails pressed into your skin just enough to sting.
An unconscious glare settled on your face again. “Are you insulting me?”
Sukuna simply chuckled in response, digging his nails further into your thigh until he drew blood. You winced in response. Something malicious glinted in his eyes when a plea for him to stop left your lips. “Why would I stop? I can do whatever I want with you.” Despite sounding angry, he looked ecstatic.
You were about to protest but your words were caught in your throat and then drowned out by a moan as his tongue lapped at the blood leaking from your cunt. His eyes were on your face as he slurped at your cunt. All you could do was bend over him, let out muffled cries and tug at his hair. He didn’t care for the tugs at his hair. But your attempts at hiding your voice did annoy him.
“Don’t hold back your voice. I’ll bite you another hole to bleed from.”
After hearing his threat you no longer tried to stifle your cries and moans, instead letting them fall from your lips freely. This seemed to please him as he closed his eyes and buried his face into your cunt. He looked as if he was in heaven — well, as close to heaven as a devil like him could get.
Due to the combination of this being your first time experiencing this, and the sensitivity that your menstrual cycle granted you, you were actually moaning out for him earnestly. It did feel good. It felt so good you could almost cry. You wanted to cry.
“It feels good!” You squirmed in his hold, grinding into his face to pleasure yourself even more.
Sukuna didn’t respond — not verbally at least. He did, though, push his tongue further past your entrance, tasting your bloodied insides and feeling the way your cunt pulsed around his muscle. He could feel your blood drip down his chin and along his neck. It excited him even more. One of Sukuna’s hands slid down to squeeze at his cocks again, teasing the tips together for stimulation.
“Close– I’m close–!” Your voice almost broke and you desperately begged Sukuna to keep going, to keep fucking you with his tongue. You could feel that knot in the lowest part of your tummy start to come undone. You were so close.
But just before you could fall over the edge, Sukuna pulled his face away from your cunt.
“Beg for it.” Sukuna licked at the blood that coated his lips, moving you away from him and rather pushing you down onto your back. Your legs were hooked over his, keeping them spread so that Sukuna could still get a proper view of your cunt. He watched as blood mixed with your arousal dripped from your hole, over you asshole and onto his clean, white linen. His bedding was stained red, much like yours this morning.
Tears ran down the sides of your face as you leaned your head back, letting out a frustrated cry. You were so close and he just stopped. He took you to the edge but didn’t push you over it.
“Please! Please, Sukuna, please let me cum– please, I just want to cum!” You didn’t mean to call him by his name. It just slipped out. You were too heated to even notice your slip up or care that you didn’t address him formally.
Somehow Sukuna didn’t care either. It’s been too long since he’s last heard someone call out his name during sex. It’s always some title or nothing at all.
“Say my name again.” You weren’t sure if he was threatening you or actually expected you to say it as he caged you beneath his much larger body. As soon as you felt the fat underside of his lower cock rub between your folds, you had your answer. “Say it.”
“Sukuna!” You unintentionally moaned his name as the tip of his cock kissed your clit, making your writhe beneath him. “Sukuna, please–! Please let me cum!” You held eye contact with him despite the fear you felt from his crazed and malevolent gaze.
“Good boy,” Sukuna growled out the words before letting his lips latch onto your neck, smearing your own blood along your neck as he kissed and nipped at the skin. The scream you let out as he shoved his lower cock into your cunt was music to his ears. He was only momentarily stopped from fully entering you when his angry tip hit your cervix. But he didn’t let it hold him back for long, ripping another scream from you as he sheathed his one cock fully into you.
It felt like you couldn’t breathe. Despite all the pain you felt, your climax still surged through you. Your entire body trembled and jerked as the bloody ring at the base of his cock became lighter from the amount of your cum that pooled out of you.
Sukuna didn’t give you a moment to get used to his size or come down from your orgasm, immediately rutting his hips into you at an inhumane speed. Your cries and screams for him to stop, to be gentle, only encouraged him to be crueler.
You clawed at his chest, desperately trying to push him off of you, to make him stop. “Please! It hurts!” You gave up on scratching at his chest, instead digging your nails into his face. Your attempts were rendered useless as he simply wrapped a hand around your wrists and pinned them above your head while he continued to bully his cock into you.
Sukuna was no longer sure if the blood that acted as lubricant for him were only from your menstrual blood or also from a rip. But he didn’t care much. He wanted to reach his own release, too. His pace sped up even more as he neared his own climax.
Your body rocked back and forth with each of his thrusts — the fat of your stomach and tits jiggling in a way that made him want to eat you. You looked delicious — like a rare delicacy.
His teeth dug into your shoulder, pulling another cry from you. “Say my name. Say it.”
Despite your screaming, you heard him. Too afraid that he’d drag this out longer if you disobeyed, you cried out his name. You screamed it and moaned it; over and over. It was less a cry of pleasure and more a prayer for this to end. You were begging him to finish, to be done, to end it.
Your prayers were answered.
Just as you hoarsely cried out his name once more, he came. You felt his cock twitch and pulse inside you, filling your womb with thick spurts of his seed. It was so much, and so warm. You felt dizzy.
Sukuna moaned above you as he emptied his load inside you. His other cock, the one that wasn’t inside you, painted your stomach in thick ropes of cum. The way his hips kept rutting into you despite his release, was causing you to fold beneath hip. He lifted your hips from the bed and buried himself even deeper into you.
The semen on your stomach was enveloped between the rolls of your stomach due to the new position he forced your body into.
Sukuna’s nails pierced into your flesh, beads of blood running along your skin where he held you.
You were no longer able to cry or scream out his name. You barely managed to whisper it, your voice too hoarse to properly get it out. It felt like your throat was raw. It probably was.
By the time Sukuna finally pulled out of you and let your body fall limp to the bed, all you could manage were soundless cries and the mouthing of his name. You could hardly suck any air into your lungs, nevermind speak.
Sukuna spread your legs, a maniacal glint in his eyes as he watched his seed mixed with your blood drip from your cunt. He could feel himself grow hard again.
You could barely make out that he was hard again, your vision slowly being clouded by darkness.
Sukuna was speaking, but you couldn’t make out the words. You could only hear a dull ringing.
You felt something nudge at both your asshole and your battered cunt before everything went dark.
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