ㅤpairings: prision pen pal!sano manjiro x afab!reader.
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"Are you dumb?", Hinata's annoyed voice was on the other end of the phone line and you frowned continuing to write the letter calmly without paying much attention to your friend's protests, "Do you even know who you're talking to? Imagine the fucking crimes of these guys, Y/N, for God's sake, you--"
— Of course I know, the pen pal system shows the name and basic information of the person you are exchanging correspondence with, Hina... — You marked the last period on your new letter and slowly sealed it before speaking again: — And besides, what harm can they do me? They're behind bars, and the guy I'm talking to seems pretty cool, y’know? I'm sure that his crime, if there was one and he's not just waiting for the trial, must have been light, no big deal!
A mocking laugh came from Hinata's lips on the other end of the line, and you put the cell phone on speaker before leaving it on the bedroom desk and turning to put away the unused envelopes and pens.
"Look what you're talking about, Y/N! He's in jail, there's no way anything good can come out of there, for God's sake, are you on drugs?", you rolled eyes before answering angrily.
— See, Hina? That's why I didn't wanna talk to you, you look like my mom. — You couldn't see her face, but you knew that Hinata probably had an incredulous look on it. — Look, relax...! You're one of my few friends since college and I have a lot of work to do and no time to go chasing after friends on the street... and... argh, y'know, it's really nice to have someone else to talk to. I know what I'm doing, ‘kay? I'm a big girl and besides, if I don't feel like I wanna keep in touch with him, I can just stop corresponding letters and everything will be fine. It's not like I need to explain myself or make up some excuse not to talk to him anymore, I can just cut off all contact and that's it. — You sighed heavily. — It's great, you know I hate all this accountability stuff and everything. — Hinata huffed on the other end of the line, and you ran tongue over the lips nervously.
"If some shit happens, for God's sake, run home here, he'll...I don't know, come after you if he gets out of prison, I worry about you, Y/N."
— Hina, don't worry, I can--
"Take care of yourself? Yes, I know, but... I worry anyway, that's what friends are for, you know? Don't try to take care of yourself all alone, I'm here to help ya if you need it, ‘kay? Oh, wait!", you heard someone calling her in the background, "He's calling me, I'll call you back, 'kay?", it was obvious that the "he" she was referring to was Takemichi.
— Mhm, see you later! When you get there, call me. — She blew you a kiss before hanging up and you stared at the mail above your desk.
"To Sano Manjiro”. And a heart next to his name, in one of the lower corners of the white envelope.
You didn't know him well, and for the time being, the situation was fine that way. It had been what? Less than two weeks had your pen pal become Sano Manjiro? He liked you to call him Mikey, but you thought his name sounded so pretty and generally couldn't not write it in some passages of your exchanged letters.
He seemed like such a nice guy and his interests matched yours almost all the time. It was hard to find any topic that you both drastically disagreed on and although Mikey wasn't personally present in your life or home, you felt comfortable enough knowing and nurturing his existence to the point that sometimes you had the impression you were feeling his calm breath hitting your neck or his eyes that he said were a dark color on your figure as your hands wrote new letters.
In one of the letters sent back to you, Manjiro had said that his hair was light, practically platinum, and your mind was trying to project a good image of him. And in all your attempts your imagination saw him as a handsome and angelic man to be real that shame burned inside your cheeks and you had to shake head to push the thoughts away.
Soon after hunging up with Hinata, you left the house to send that letter to the address of the prison where Mikey was caged and took the time to buy some food that was in short supply. And on the way back, your mind kept going over her words several times. It was obvious that you understood her concern, it wasn't as if you were making light of it, but...
But Manjiro seemed so good. Good enough to make you doubt if you could ever spare him as a pen pal to find another one or just stop the routine of corresponding with letters from someone else almost on the other side of Tokyo or the world.
Precisely because of this, in the weeks and months that followed you even started sending him more mail and every time the postman knocked on your front door with a gentle smile and raised hands toward you with new replies from Mikey, your heart couldn't contain itself and beat rapidly as your eyes sparkled and lips broadened into a smile and answered a cheery "Thank you!".
In one of the letters you had told Manjiro that you had bought new rings and that they sparkled so much that they seemed even more expensive than they really had been, he replied by writing that it was great that a jewel like you always had shiny jewelry to match your smile.
In another, you had said that you wanted to try to start taking dance classes just because you were feeling too stagnant these last weeks, Manjiro replied by writing that fonding to dance was a certain step towards falling in love. He was quoting Jane Austen. Your breath stopped in the middle of the throat that day and you found yourself literally daydreaming about him saying it in whispers in your ear, and soon after you scolded yourself for liking too much something that a possible criminal had written for you.
But still, still, your hands couldn't help but write to Mikey how nice you thought he was and how much his letters cheered you up every day as thighs pressed against each other and brain tried to formulate words and phrases that wouldn't give away on a platter the fact that maybe you were having too many feelings for him.
Until curiosity knocked on your door and you opened it slowly, afraid to find out what it brought. For what crime had he been arrested? Your fingers were about to find out when you opened your computer and went to Google to find one of those public sites for criminal records and files.
Sano Manjiro; murderer.
𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗.
A shiver ran down your back quickly and you swallowed hard. Have you been... having feelings for a murderer for weeks? Were you matching a murderer's flirtations for weeks?
"Holy shit...", you whispered looking at his new letters that had arrived in the morning and with trembling hands tossed them into one of your desk drawers. You felt as if you were going to vomit and put a hand over your mouth not knowing exactly what to do. And then your mind recalled your own words to Hinata days before. "And besides, if I don't feel like I want to keep in touch with him, I can just stop corresponding letters and everything will be fine."
Yes, that. It was just... stop corresponding letters, Mikey's feelings, and everything would be fine. You didn't have to worry about anything, right? He was in jail, he couldn't hurt you. If his crime was murder, it was obvious that he wouldn't be released for several years.
Thinking about it, in the days and weeks that followed, the only thing you did, besides not sending any more letters to Manjiro, was to ask the letter carrier not to bring them anymore. You wanted to cut out anything that reminded you of that criminal, even though Mikey's mails predating your discovery were still gathered in an organized pile in a small box that had been bought precisely to group them so you wouldn't lose any.
Now you were lazily watching television on a Friday evening that had been hellish at work. The couch in the living room seemed too comfortable below and on the sides of your body minimally covered by short, thin pajamas, your eyes were almost surrendering to sleep and mouth was even yawning from time to time.
And then the sound of the doorbell rang, your body almost jumped off the couch at the sudden loudness.
Who was it that was bothering you at this time of night?
"Fuck!", you complained to yourself slowly walking to the door without bothering to use the magic eye on it. As you opened that doorway yours focused first on the shoes of the person in front of you and slowly your attention began to slide up the body. In the end you were staring into dark eyes adorned by white, platinum hair as bright as the moonlight.
A shiver ran down your back, your brain and mental alarm of danger rattled and you locked in place. It was Sano Manjiro standing in front of you, with a leather jacket over his shoulders and a sideways smile on lips.
— Aren't you going to call me in, Y/N? — Damn, his voice, it was hoarse and low, as if he was confessing a secret to you and your breathing began to quicken as your hand gripped the doorknob tightly.
— I-I know you? — You swallowed hard as you heard his mocking laughter and his eyes fell on the rings on your fingers.
— Are those the rings you told me you bought? — He raised his eyebrows and you hid hands behind your back nervously.
— How did you... the prison... — He spread one hand in the middle of the door and moved it away until the entrance to your house was wide open for him.
— Lemme in, Y/N. — You stared at him for a few seconds with fear coursing through your veins and in the end, without taking eyes off him, you let Mikey into your house and locked the door behind him. — Wow... — He looked around and you squeezed the shorts of your pajamas between fingers nervously. — Your house is so beautiful, I wish I could have visited you much earlier. — His attention fell on your body as well, and a small smile appeared on his lips as he noticed how tense you were. — So? Happy to finally meet your pen pal? — You swallowed hard.
— How did you get out...? — Your voice died as soon as Mikey's hands had pinned you against the wall and his body was on top of yours, his face transfigured from calm and serene to serious, almost angry.
— Why didn't you return my letters anymore, hm? Did you magically decide that you didn't want anything to do with me anymore? After fucking weeks of talking non-stop? — You shrank back against the wall, averting your gaze and swallowing hard again, you could smell the strong scent of masculine perfume escaping from him and his leather jacket and his breath hitching against your embarrassed face.
— I've been very busy with my work, Manjiro, you know I work... — You answered trying not to let your voice falter and as you felt his hand hook onto your chin firmly, your fingers hooked around his wrist and squeezed it lightly.
— And you couldn't write even two lines on a sheet of paper warning me? — Mikey tilted his face further with lips now half an inch from his own and your eyes blinked slowly a few times before sliding from his orbs to mouth. — You’re a terrible liar.
And seconds later one of Manjiro's hands was tangling itself in your hair and pulling you down the hall until you were both in the middle of the living room of your house and he was releasing you to sit on the couch before forcibly spreading your legs and placing himself between them before wrapping a hand around your neck and forcing you to face him.
— M-Manjiro, stop! Fuck, it's hurting! My neck is... — He leaned over your body with a wicked grin and with his other hand he held your mouth open with three fingers invading it.
— it is? Good, that's what you deserve for trying to get away from me. — Mikey retorted, letting his tongue slip out between lips and a stream of saliva fall from its tip into your open mouth. — Tell me the truth and I might think about not hurting you some more.
— Fuck, Mikey, I... — You tried to speak with his fingers between your lips still and trying to prop your feet up on Manjiro's chest to push him away. — That's no lie!
He stared at you for a few seconds before applying a little more pressure to your neck and making you gasp and try to close legs around his hips.
— You're so hard to handle, so silly. — Mikey slid his other hand down your body until his fingers were kneading and groping your breasts over your pajamas. — Maybe I need to fuck the truth out of you, don't I? If you continue to like me even after weeks of not returning any letters from me, you won't mind that I'm using your body, right? — His face sank into your neck leaving wet kisses there and you whimpered, unwilling to allow yourself to feel good about having his lips finally on your body. — If I remember correctly, you even admitted that you wanted me to touch you in one of our letters, didn't you? So I'm just fulfilling a wish of yours, I'm not a nice guy? — Your hands squeezed his shoulders and you tried to pull away by pushing his body back.
Seconds later Manjiro was exploring your body totally as if you were a rag doll. Your breasts being groped like stress balls, your thighs being squeezed hard almost to the point of having fingerprints there, your pajama shorts falling to the floor like it was nothing, and eventually Mikey's tongue licking a long line down the middle of your panties with a wet mark.
— Oh, you're a slut, getting horny with me forcing you to spread your legs? — You whimpered with head falling back as those panties were pulled aside and you could feel his warm wet tongue running between your folds and teasing your clit. — How cute! — He gave a light mocking laugh before he really began to eat you out while one of his hands spread over your belly to keep you still and lying on the couch.
You found yourself begging for more and betraying your sense of right and wrong, Manjiro was destroying and sweeping away all your apprehension from before and turning it into desire as he licked all over your pussy like it was the tastiest meal he had ever had in his life. Your thighs trembling around his face and hands alternating between squeezing your breasts and pulling at his light hair.
—'Jiro, please, I... — He groaned against your folds and moved his mouth away from your pussy to replace your lips with his fingers, making you squirm completely at the abrupt invasion.
— Say it again, louder. — Mikey ordered, looking at you with his mouth completely slurped with your juices and taking your face between the fingers of his other hand as the ones inside you began to fuck you rapidly. And you obeyed his command as if you were a puppy, a perverted smile appearing on his lips. — Fucked all dumb just with my mouth? Quite pathetic. — He opened your mouth again and let another stream of saliva slide from his tongue to yours. — But I like you like this, naive girls who think they can stop me make me horny.
You moaned as you swallowed his spit with his fingers curving inside your cunt and pushing you closer and closer to orgasm; Manjiro knew how close you were by the way your velvety walls squeezed his fingers tightly.
— Wanna cum, pretty? — Your head nodded several times. — Too bad. — The fingers inside you gave a hard thrust that made you drop head back before Mikey was withdrawing them from your pussy to leave two, three slaps over your wet folds and puffy clit only to rub it afterwards.
You, panting and whimpering in frustration at needing to cum, watched him sit on the couch next to you and remove his own clothes before manhandling your body until you were sitting on his lap, his cock leaking and rubbing against your ass and your legs trembling one on either side of his waist.
— If you wanna cum this much, it would be all right if you fuck yourself on my cock for me, wouldn't it? — Your eyes shifted with embarrassment as you propped knees a little better on the couch and lifted your body to take his dick and drive it into your tight throbbing entrance.
Once you were down against his shaft with your walls greedily swallowing him and his balls slapping against your ass, several moans escaped from between your lips. He filled you so well, made you feel completely full. Your hands rested on his shoulders for support and slowly your hips began to move up and down on his cock, you forcing yourself to get used to the idea of riding Mikey without any help because he wasn't willing to give you your orgasm that easily.
— Oh, c'mon, you can do better than that. — He let a slap against your ass and your walls tightened around his foot. — If you hadn't been such a stubborn bitch before, I might be fucking you dumb by now. — His hips forced themselves against yours and you choked at his rapid thrusting, Mikey had destabilized all the rhythm you had used up to that point and now you were babbling words in his ear; "Please", "I need-ahn".
And then his hands grabbed your hips, keeping you still on his lap, and his dick started pounding inside you. Yes, this is what you wanted, Manjiro using you as a fleshlight and pushing you to an orgasm forced out of your body suddenly after edging you almost as a punishment for having lied.
As you climaxed abruptly and moaned his name out loud with body trembling completely over his beneath yours, Mikey continued to fuck your tight pussy ruthless and it was a matter of very little time before he was finished filling your womb with hot, fertile cum, especially because of the massive pressure your walls were making against his shaft, draining it completely until every drop of his milk was staining your insides and escaping through your entrance.
Maybe you'd better prepare yourself to have Manjiro pounding into you for the rest of the night until you told him why you hadn't responded to his letters, but more than that: he would be pissed that you deliberately thought you could escape him and would probably want to finish fucking a baby into you just so you could take the blame for carrying a child from your beloved pen pal.
oh but suguru would most definitely be the most romantic boyfriend—he’d go all the way to make sure you’d feel loved and constantly reminds you and only you are the one person that fills his mind by using his words and gentle touches. dates with him are nothing short of memorable and mesmerizing considering he’d be willing to take you to the highest point in tokyo to see the city lights or rent out an entire movie theatre so you can the space all to yourselves without unnecessary distractions.
no doubt he’d spoil you. you’d jokingly point out that gorgeous tiffany’s necklace in the front window for a mere second and forget about it the next, but the next day, before he leaves for work, you see a teal box settled on the divider with only a note that says “:).”
because he’s just cheeky like that.
again, like his white haired counterpart, he was most definitely some sort of player lurking in the shadows and gathering hearts and storing the later-broken pieces for safekeeping until he meets you and suddenly he wants to also preserve your heart, but as a whole. he’ll enamor you as best as he can, but suguru won’t also deny you’re a tad but oblivious to his moves. that box of exquisite chocolates? you thought he just wanted to provide you a light snack. those new pumps that had JUST entered the market? oh, you remembered complaining that your old shoes were starting to wear—how thoughtful of him! that candlelit dinner with the finest wine and art pieces made out of food? well, you did say you were a bit hungry after work and it’d be impolite to turn down an offer.
you don’t realize that you have this man in a chokehold with your pretty little fingers unknowingly around his neck. suguru can’t tell by your blank eyes that you’re just not getting it and he can’t decide if it’s cute or frustrating. but he bites his tongue, just hopefully trying to whizz you up in his ropes until one day, his ropes snap and he loses it completely.
because you’re coworkers at a fashion design company, you’re out for lunch with him at the usual cafe with your usual orders, laughing and chatting over stupid conversations and inside jokes that make his heart warm unbeknownst to you, especially if you give him that half-winked smile as you try and relieve yourself from giggling so much. the more humorous conversation dies down until you set your fork down and tell him, “i have a date later!”
the way you say it so enthusiastically, as if you weren’t indirectly dating him, makes his blood slowly start to boil. before he can spit anything acidic, though, through a bitter smile and twitching eye, he congratulates you stiffly. control your breathing, suguru geto, you’re better than bull seeing red.
with a frown curtained by a napkin and eyes making sure no one else is glancing your way to pique their interests, he takes in everything that you say about this supposed dream boat—he finds out he’s your coworker that’s apparently all the hype lately and you feel so unbelievably lucky that you’ve become the apple of his eye.
“well,” suguru says flatly before he leaves earlier than usual, trying to ignore your subtle puppy eyes that tell him you both have twenty minutes left in your break. “i hope you have fun. hope he treats you well.”
and with steps that seem like stomps, he walks away and leaves you alone on the cafe patio, left with thoughts about how suguru’s eyes seemed a little darker.
he actually goes to your workplace before you get there and the way this guy sticks out like a sore thumb makes suguru wants to snort. surrounded by all types of women, suguru manages to pull him away for a little “chat” about his date later tonight with you.
“hey, i don’t mean to sound intrusive or anything, but did you ask (y/n) on a date?”
the ken doll strikes up a brow. “who?”
red flashes through his eyes for a subtle moment. “(y/n). from finance.”
“oh!” he snaps his fingers in realization. “yeah i did! i thought she was pretty cute, so yeah, i asked her out for dinner—”
“why would you ask another guy’s girlfriend on a date?” suguru asks dully.
his amethyst hues crystallize into daggers and basically pierce into this guy’s soul. ken doll laughs nervously and pulls at his collar. “woah, haha, she didn’t tell me she had a boyfriend—”
“you didn’t check with her first?” suguru interrupts again.
the guy swallows, “sorry, man. if she’s your girl, i’ll lay off.”
the snort suguru gives tells him that his conversation is over and to never lay a hand on you again. “how about you just never glance in her direction again? that’d suffice for both you and i.”
he manages to get ahold of the restaurant ken doll was about to take you out to and decides to fill in his spot. suited in a casual, but semi-formal slacks and button up, he sees you, drowned in a gorgeous, hugging black dress that just highlights every curve he adores, poking around at an appetizing with a sulk.
“that poor girl has been waiting for her date for half an hour,” a waiter whispers nearby, earning teaming pitying looks from his coworkers in your direction. “i offered her a free wine, but she said he’d be here soon. i think she’s too hopeful…”
suguru steps in eventually and clasps the waiter’s shoulder, giving him that usual hypnotic smile that can make anyone bow down to him (except for one person). “sorry man, i was just stuck in traffic but i’ll take it from here.”
as you realize your date won’t be coming any time soon and you’ve wasted your time on this, you go to pack up your things only to see someone familiar striding your way.
“suguru?” you ask aloud, blinking.
“(y/n),” he says calmly, “i didn’t expect to see you here.”
a soft chuckle escapes your light fuschia-colored lips that suguru just wants to make sure smears all over his and your face later if this all goes well. “what are you doing here?” you inquire while seemingly embarrassed at the fact you’ve been stood up in front of him.
“my date bailed out on me,” he laughs, a hand scratching the back of his neck. “what about you? didn’t you say that you had a date, too? what happened with him?”
oh, yes. that’s exactly the look that he was aiming for—that solemn smile and empty eyes only lingering with disappointment. bullseye.
“i guess we’re one in the same boat then.”
suguru sits himself down at the other side of your table and fits into the mold of what a proper date should look like, a hand gently touching your cold one that makes you look up at him with a semi-flustered gaze as you take in his full appearance. he really should wear his hair down more. you’ve never seen his arms since he preferred long sleeves, but can you see a tattoo on his muscled arm through the filmy white cloth? suddenly, a heat flashes through your face as you realize who’s sitting across from you and you’re trying so hard to not look at the jealous looks you’re given from others.
he allows you to take time to admire his appearance and he shoves down the urge to speak out about how you’re staring a little too long at his chest that’s peeking out from the three unbuttoned buttons with some ink showing overhead. those blank puppy eyes suddenly widen and the nervous fidgeting starts, along with shaking chuckles.
“let’s be each other’s date, then,” he offers, threading his ringed fingers through the gaps of your own, squeezing it.
and when your hand carefully but tenderly grips his back with half the strength, suguru has realized that he’s won.
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: female reader, race/ethnicity is not mentioned.
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.3k+
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: yuta-nii has been getting a little handsy lately. you’re not quite sure why but it has been irritating you. he tries his best to give back your personal space but with the short skirt swaying around your waist and the tight thigh-highs wrapped oh so seductively around your legs, how could he possibly ignore you?
i do not condone any sexual relations with step siblings. this is purely a fantasy casted with fictional characters. y'all, please don’t go sleeping with your step-parents and step-siblings or any family relative for that matter 😐.
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒/𝐓𝐖: stepcest, yuta’s discovered foot fetish lmao, foot play, cumshot, yuta the toe connoisseur.
𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐄 𝟏𝟔 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓.
“Yuta-nii stop it!” You yelp.
The aforementioned boy was hugging you from behind while you weakly fumble against his tightening hold. He dips his head into the crevice of your neck and let out a kittenish hum - its soft vibration caused you to tremble.
“Whhy~? Can’t I give my cute little sister some love and affection?” The innocent question lathered with the typical mischievous undertone that Yuta grew accustomed to.
Any other person would see this as a wholesome interaction between brother and sister - the witty remarks, the constant teasing, the small pecks on the cheek - it would make anyone fawn at such a heartfelt moment that they can’t help but feel envious towards such display: Your mother was a prime example.
“If I was at my full strength, you would be on the ground right now, dead and your throat ripped out.” He growls, pupils narrowing into slits. His threat doesn’t go unnoticed, but with a hard swallow, you click your tongue and push Sukuna down on your bedding.
“Oh hush, you can murder me once I’m done stitching you up.”
SUMMARY: In which you’re a poor but well-meaning commoner (maybe a little bit too well-meaning) and find yourself tangled with the ruthless invader and murderer, Sukuna Ryomen after you find him bleeding outside of your home. The first thing you do? Take him in, of course.
PAIRING: Sukuna Ryomen x fem!reader [Enchanted Weekend Writing Event!] [DRABBLE]
WORD COUNT: 1.3K (1369 words)
TAGS + TW: Classism + mistreatment of commoners, death threats, poverty, mentions of blood and wounds, death and minor graphic violence. Small, very small romance undertones.
After an exhausting day of serving snobbish nobles, you’re ready to crash onto your bed. But as you walk towards your home’s door, the sight of a bleeding man makes you freeze. The pouring rain has his blood swept away by the water onto the stone floor. His strawberry pink hair with black undertones is drenched. A series of multiple strange, black marks run down from his face, neck, to his wrists. He’s wearing one of those usually white, pristine robes with black outlining, which makes you think he’s not a commoner. One of his hands is draped over the gaping, bleeding wound on his stomach that peeks through his fingers. You sigh, already knowing what you’re going to do. So much for a night full of rest…
♫ SYNOPSIS… sometimes takeomi just wants to shut you the fuck up, so he does.
♫ EXPLICIT CONTENT…fem!reader. college!au. jock!takeomi. hate fucking. condescending praise. light degradation if you squint really but it's like...slut (affectionate). public sex. reader is a cheerleader. squirting.
♫ ARTIST COMMENTARY…part one (??) of a lil series of college au black dragons one shots i felt like making because college au black dragons lives in my head and my coochie rent free. obviously this is rated r, 18+, not suitable for children, so don't fucking click this if you're not legal to vote.
it’s disgusting.
the way your pussy sounds right now is filthy. it’s abhorrent. the heat from your cheeks isn’t from pleasure, it’s from embarrassment. you’re appalled. revolted by yourself, by the betrayal of your body, by the war between your nature and your mind.
there’s no way you should like this as much as you do, but takeomi’s cock is just too fucking good to pass up.
you bite down on your forearm, plucked brows twitching and furrowing as you rise to your tippy toes to meet his heavy, brutal thrusts. each sink of his cock is met with a loud, loud squelch, telltale sounds of oozing slick dribbling out from around his fat cock, smearing all over both your thighs. perspiration rolls down the crack of your ass and instinctively you pucker, only for your wide eyes to cross as a thick thumb sinks into the tiny hole, other fingers spreading over your ass to hold you still. another rush of arousal comes gushing out your sloppy cunny and you’re gritting your teeth inwardly, wishing you could close your eyes shut and never deal with the embarrassment of being caught fucking takeomi akashi of all people ever again.
how embarrassing would it be to be caught fucking your sworn enemy during halftime?
how did this even start? fuck if you knew, you couldn’t remember. the furthest your memory could go back was bumping into the tall man after you just ran off the field, completing your set. truthfully you had full intentions to go home- you had a biology test in the morning and something for english due in a few hours. but takeomi found you, of course he fucking found you, and the argument that came after was automatic. ten minutes later you’re thrashing as he pulls you aside to ask what your problem is, and twenty minutes later he’s fixing said problem with his thumb buried in your ass, cock bullying your cunt, and growling in your ear the same stupid shit he always does.
“all you fuckin’ needed, all this damn time,” he’s snarling at you now, rough and low in your ear while his massive dick splits your poor cunt open, heavy balls slapping against your clit each time he snaps up into you. “was a good fuck? that’s it? all i had to do to shut you up was fuck you?”
“sh-shut the hell u-up,” you slur. your eyes cross, tongue and drool lolling out your pretty mouth. takeomi grits his teeth and in a split second his fingernails scrape against you, pulling your small uniform top up and over your tits. they fall out of the confines so easily and he doesn’t care to suppress his groan, letting himself knead and grope at your pretty tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between skilled, hardened fingers.
“o-omi!” you squeal, and you hate the way you clamp down so tight around him he can barely move. it feels good, it feels so fucking good and it shouldn’t. “leave me- hahh, hahh- a-alone! get your fuck-ngh- hands off me!”
“shut the fuck up.”
he kisses his teeth, and your demands are met. he lets go but a second later he’s sending a hard slap to the flesh of your tit, and before you can say anything he’s gripped your neck and arched you back to look at him. like this your core lines up with his fat head, tip mushing right up against your sweetest spot and you know you’re not about to last long.
the thought is solidified when he puckers his lips, silvery pearl of spit beading between taught lips, growing heavier and heavier until it drops to you—to an awaiting tongue that, even if his hand wasn't pushing in on your cheek, you’d have stuck out anyway. and you’d be a liar if the way he groans out ‘good girl’ after you swallow it instantly didn’t make your thighs quiver.
“you’re gonna cum for me,” he says, and if you could nod, a part of you might have considered doing it. “you’re gonna make a fuckin’ mess on this fat cock and afterwards, you’re gonna get on your knees and clean it up. do i make myself clear?”
“f-fuck you.”
he grins, and you can make out his canines just barely. “‘m gonna make you into my personal slut and you’re gonna hate it.”
little did he know, you already did.
when he lets go of your neck he instead grips on the back of your little shirt, using it as leverage to keep you in place while he fucks your tiny cunt. “play with your clit, princess,” he commands, and you’re automatic to follow. your index finger slides down to tap the bud and you gasp. it doesn’t take long- one, two, three swipes of your soft hands and then—
“‘omi!”
“what? g’nna cum already?”
“yeah, yeah! gonna cum, gonna cum-!”
“fucking do it then.”
you see white. you didn’t think it was possible- you’d never felt anything like this before. you saw white, and your mouth salivated and felt numb at the same time. your body convulses- legs and arms trembling, pussy locking up for a split second but takeomi’s relentless. watches the way all your sticky sweet comes rushing out of your stretched cunt and coats over his cock, and to make matters even better, he feels something wet splash against his balls and drip down his thighs. oh fuck, you’re a squirter.
“atta girl,” he’s muttering before he can even realize it, dark eyes locked onto where your bodies met. “that’s it, cum for me, know you needed this so get greedy with it.”
and you do. you release your inhibitions and fuck back onto his cock, holding onto the one support pole for stability. your toes curl into your shoes and thank God you’re a quiet moaner, otherwise whoever was up top would’ve been able to hear you, see you, witness how you fell apart on your sworn enemies dick.
takeomi wonders briefly how you’d react to being found out. a week later he gets his answer.
࣪.⋆ WHAT HAPPENS IN LAS VEGAS » GETOU S. & GOJO S.
SUMMARY: For you, Las Vegas it’s an opportunity to give free rein to your emotions and be completely consumed by sin, greed and ambition. After all, what happens in Vegas stays there, right? That’s the phrase you lived by as soon as you set foot in the city.
WORD COUNT: 11.7k
CONTENT: fem + smoker!reader, alcohol consumption, mxm, oral (m ↔ f), breath play, mirror sex (kinda), pet names, (a lot of) praising, dirty talk, anal sex, double penetration, masturbation, spit play, unprotected sex (remember to protect yourself irl, especially with strangers!), (1) spanking, pussy slapping, hair pulling (f → m), multiple orgasms, overstim, aftercare.
@shinakki @dodjo i love you both sm ♡
When people think of Las Vegas the first things that come to mind are the big casinos where you can spend lots of money, the hotels infested with tourists from all over the world and the hundreds of places full of colorful lights which you can visit to lose yourself from reality during the time you are there: lots of alcohol and illicit substances— and although they are partly right…
For you, it’s an opportunity to give free rein to your emotions and be completely consumed by sin, greed and ambition. After all, what happens in Vegas stays there, right? That’s the phrase you lived by as soon as you set foot in the city.
You didn’t have to worry about keeping up the good girl facade you’re forced to have at work, to wear that plastic smile or be nice to everyone as you had to be nice to the customers who walked through the door every day of the swanky place, because every time you visited the city of lust you could be whoever you wanted to be: nurse, cop, detective— you could even say you were assistant to the president and no one would ask any more questions because to be honest no one cared, everyone was here for the same reason.
“Three of diamonds again… and it’s another round won by the gentleman. Congratulations sir.”
draken & accidental dumbification, he wants you to reply to him wants to hear how good he's making his baby feel, but your minds so clouded by pleasure. he understands that he needs to take his time to prep you, but now he's finally pushing in to you and all you can do is nod & whine eyes fluttering closed. an incoherent response do "you feel that baby", as if you can think, feel or even comprehend anything other than him
oh oh oh oh osdak;ghskl;agh oph my god denia
"Feels good?" He asks, he's got your legs pinned to your chest under his heavy frame, "Tell me how it feels baby," he says in a low growl, but you barely hear him, so fucked out, having already cum twice, your lips are parted and glossy, your pupils opium blown, his words fall on practically deaf ears.
"Baby," he tries, slowly, skillfully rolling his hips against yours, dragging his thick cock against every spot inside you that makes you see stars, "Baby," he repeats, "You in there?"
"Mhm," you whine, and he chuckles, kissing you tenderly.
"Aw, all fucked out already?" he says, and you nod, "Don't worry," he reaches between your legs to rub at your clit, "Daddy's gonna take good care of you."
so many writers go on a hiatus when their fics don’t get interaction & then people will complain that the [character] x reader tag isn’t as active as it used to be.
you need to start supporting people by reblogging & commenting on their fics — especially NON-CREATORS because whenever i see comments, it’s by other content creators 99% of the time.
non-creators like the fics they enjoy at most & that’s it. obviously, you’re not obligated to interact but don’t be surprised that the tag is dry af or when people stop writing for characters & move onto something that will get them better interaction.
obviously, creators do this too but they’re much more likely to interact with your content.
𓆩♡𓆪 Prompt: "Guess you are a brat after all..., good girls don't lie."
𓆩♡𓆪 Word count: 1.8k+
𓆩♡𓆪 Content: modern au, drug dealer!Sukuna, f!reader, all characters are 18+
𓆩♡𓆪 Warnings: drug mentions/sales (weed), sukuna touches reader's body but everything is consented.
The wooden door was imposing before you with the number in front in golden bright that verifies that you were in the correct apartment, you didn't know what to expect or exactly what to say, Nobara had sent you alone to look for the weed because she was busy buying ice with Megumi for Choso's birthday party and it's the first time you've done something like this.
"If you're going to smoke you have to go get em', little one." You remember your best friend's words like a scratched cassette. You repeated them over and over again to give yourself the courage that you lacked.
And she was right, they always shared their blunts with you but you had never gone buying with them —because you were scared?— neither you gave them money to buy and still consumed so it was your turn to do it, 'bara assured you that Sukuna was someone to trust, you had nothing to fear, besides, he was waiting for you as she told you, it would be a piece of cake, go in, give him the money, receive the package and run home, you repeated the instructions Megumi told you as if they were the instructions of a recipe, everything was going to be fine, what was the worst that could happen? You were determined and mentally prepared to hit the wood after five minutes of having been contemplating it but before you decided to text Nobara, if something happened to you at least she knew it was her fault.
You: yo
You: I'm at Sukuna's, if u find my corpse at least make me look cute at the funeral,, hate u
You fill your lungs with new air and with three touches you make the door rumble. A couple of seconds passed before you heard a noise from the other side, you took two steps back when you heard barefoot footsteps approaching the entrance. You took the opportunity to dry your hands off the shorts.
"Who?" The tone made your throat dry. You squeezed your bag tightly against your abdomen before answering.
"I'm friends with Kugisaki." You finished the sentence by saying your first and last name, as formal as ever, you had given your full name to a stranger and not only that, your voice sounded pathetically broken.
About three more seconds passed before the door slid open to finally give the voice a body. That was the dealer? You didn't know if you were surprised or scared, it was not what you expected and you didn't know if that was good or if only, you expected to meet a skinny and malnourished man who would kill you and throw your body into the river, however the man in front of you seemed even your age, tall and muscular, he even gave you time to think about whether he'll go to the gym, the artificial pink hair tousled all over and some black tattoos embraced his limbs.
"Are you coming or not?" His frown and his tone made it clear that he didn't appreciate you wasting his precious time.
You apologized and were quick to signal your feet to enter the enclosed space. Once again, the place surprised you, it was even cleaner than the room you shared with Kugisaki. A few plants in the corners of the room covered with a layer of white paint, it seemed a very quiet place, in the background a soft song of what seemed to be hip hop accompanied your thoughts.
"Which one do you want?" The deep tone pulled you out of your thoughts and forced you to stay in the present.
"Hm?" You doubted narrowed your eyes looking back at your salesperson.
"How many grams?" You blinked again as if he were talking to you about nuclear physics, you licked your lips allowing your sight to fill up on his bare abdomen before stopping again on his eyebrows and long eyelashes.
"I- she didn't say anything..., I suppose you could give me the usual?" You knew it was the correct answer, you had no idea of quantities.
Sukuna snorted, bringing his hands to his face, fingers scrubbing his tired eyelids for a couple of seconds before looking back at you.
"Alright, I guess I'll give you the usual. Leave the bag on the table." You watched him incredulously. Your spheres exchanged glances between the table and your provider who was walking towards you with slow steps.
"D-don't come near—" You warned him, bringing one hand to your chest and the other to his direction.
"Brat, I need to check you don't have any weapons, leave the bag on the table cuz I don't want you to steal something when we go into the room, stop wasting my time." The blood on your face began to boil and your eyes fell to your toes and your red nails that protruded from the sandal. You did what he asked and you decided not to speak again, you were very tense, you just had to breathe and relax a little.
"Against the wall." He commanded you again.
When your open palms were held to the surface you felt the presence of the second behind your back. The expert fingers went through your back pockets looking for you didn't know exactly what, unintentionally feeling your ass in the process and then doing the same in the front ones, getting dangerously close to the line of your panties which made you tense your thighs, his hands came out of there straight to your back. "No bra…" Was the comment necessary? No, but he still found it fun to think out loud, you were more nervous than his usual customers and he just wanted to take advantage of it a little bit. You inhale very audibly, clenching your fists against the wall. Your hard nipples brushed the fabric of your crop top. "Turn around."
Your ankles spun right away. Your gaze fixed on his collarbone, you didn't want to meet his eyes and you prayed that he didn't notice the buds that protrude through the white fabric. "Open up." He asked you taking your jaw so that you could see him directly, the warm of his touch and his body burned against you, the summer heat did not help much either, you felt a drop of sweat run down the line of your back. You showed him your tongue and the pink-haired man checked every hidden spot before speaking again.
"Come." His heat moved away from you and he turned his back on you to enter a hallway hidden behind bamboo curtains. The tense muscles in his back mesmerized you for a moment before you commanded your feet to move.
You followed Sukuna into what appeared to be his room that was a little less organized than the main hall. You stood in the entrance while he rummaged through the top of the closet, sneakingly examining the desk with a couple of books on top, wondering what he was studying, the blue sheets more or less disorganized, and the view of the city through the open window as you shifted your weight back and forth on your ankles.
The sound of some plastic bags on the bed forced you to look at him, of the three he had he took the middle one and handed it to you, it took you a little longer to take it.
You didn't know what to say and he was still looking at you. "Thanks?"
"Anytime, brat."
"Please, don't call me that." You mumbled, turning your back to return to the hall.
"No? If you're not a brat, then I guess you're a good girl."
"Yeah." You stopped suddenly and turned to face him, your palms colliding with his bare chest. You let out a curse. "I mean no, yes, but not like that."
"Not like that?"
"Not what you are thinking." You kept responding to him for some reason and you didn't want that, you just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. The heat prevented you from thinking correctly, that was for sure, you needed water, it was definitely not because of how soft his skin felt beneath yours, it was definitely the summer heat that was clouding your mind.
"And what am I thinking, lamb?" Fuck. You looked up from your hands that were still at the level of his heart to look into his eyes.
"I did not want to say that…"
"Do I make you nervous?" His tongue drew your attention wetting his lower lip and the gesture flashed you a metal ball that took your breath away.
"Y-yes. No, I mean definitely no."
"No?" His hands locked your wrists against his chest preventing you from running away and he moved closer to you. You could feel his heartbeat, as calm as the melody of a piano, yours instead... you were sure he heard it hitting and resounding against your chest as loud as a drum. "So you mean if I get close like this… it doesn't cause you anything?" The fresh mint breath suffocated your personal space. You shook your head.
"What if I do this?" Ohmyfuckingod. His lips... his lips were on the line of your jaw and his grip pressed harder, you bit your tongue to prevent the whimpers that you had in the mouth of your throat from coming out. "Nothing then, hm. What about this?" His tongue was on the warm skin of your neck giving an open mouth kiss to one of your veins that stood out.
You stirred under his grip, a wet stain beginning to paint your panties. The sphere tickling your skin, making you melt under his hands and his hot breath, you hate yourself for imagining further how good he has to be with his tongue and that piercing.
"So nothing, uh? Guess you are a brat after all..., good girls don't lie." He said with a mocking tone giving a last hickey to your throat. Sukuna walked next to you, "Come brat, it's time to pay." Your mouth was paper dry and your core was soaked. You ran a hand over your forehead to dry the drops of water and returned to the room where your salesman was waiting for you sitting with his legs spread out in front of your bag that was resting in the same place where you left it.
With trembling fingers you looked for the money that everyone collected and handed it to the boy who carefully counted it. "Yeah, it's all here." He commented naturally giving you a smirk that showed you how sharp his fangs were. "It's a pleasure to do business with you."
You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat before taking the bag and placing it on your shoulder as at the beginning. "Thank you, Sukuna…"
"Ryomen."
"Hm?" You questioned, still thinking about what you let happen in that hallway.
"My friends call me by my first name." His fist held his face, his elbow sunk into a knee showing you a relaxed expression. "I can't wait to see you at that party, Bambi." You couldn't say anything for the nickname because without mentioning that you liked it... his pupils examined you up and down, pausing with particular attention on your bare thighs. He cheekily sucked on his bottom lip before continuing— "I'm sure if you'll be there I'll have a nice time. We can even try the herb I sold you together, what do ya think?"
notes: thank u tee for supplying me this trend amen
warnings: none
SANO MANJIRO
stares at you with an unwavering smile for a solid three seconds before an unbelieving and clipped “what.” slips out his lips. he gets?? mad? not at you! at the place that charged you $500 for the oil change. he literally grabs his keys and starts putting his shoes on because he wants to ‘have a talk’ with the guy at the shop. you better stop him quick because he’s a man on a mission now. when you tell him you were just joking and that it was a prank, he blinks at you for a few moments before he tries to leave to beat the mechanic up anyways because now he’s aggravated and needs an outlet.
RYUGUJI KEN
is literally in the middle of working on his bike when you tell him, freezes and looks over his shoulder at you like you just started speaking a different language. “you’re joking,” he says as he looks at you, “no fucking way you’d—why the fuck would you go somewhere to get your oil changed? i could do it for you. i can’t believe you’d even—“ yeah, congratulations, you’ve just opened yourself up to a thirty minute lecture. you finally cut him off his tangent to tell him it was a prank and he literally will not talk to you the rest of the day. but he makes you promise to only have him do your oil from now on.
SANO SHINICHIRO
he’s cleaning up his shop after closing hours when you tell him about your expensive oil change and he’s so shocked he drops a wrench on his foot. you nearly forget the prank altogether as you rush up to him to make sure he’s okay. even as he’s wobbling on one foot he’s sputtering, “ya gotta be kidding me. babe, you should’ve called me first to check the prices at least. and i always change your oil for free you know you don’t have to go anywhere else—” you shush him, admitting to the scheme and ushering him to a chair to check out his foot. he makes you baby him as payback.
HAITANI RINDOU
he literally does not say a single word. he just sits there and stares at you, a look of ‘you’re the dumbest fucking person alive are you shitting me right now’ plastered on his face, brows pinched and eyes narrowed. and if the look alone isn’t enough to break you and send you into a spiral of coming clean to your tomfoolery, him holding his hand out and saying, “let me see your receipt,” is. then when you tell him it’s a prank he pulls his phone out, calls shinichiro, and tells him to charge you $500 for your next oil change. it’s rin’s money you use anyways, but it doesn’t make you any less pouty.
IMAUSHI WAKASA
“you did what?” is the first thing that comes out of his mouth as soon as you tell him, his expression morphed into confusion. “and you only got your oil changed?” you nod and he blinks, then he’s standing up from the couch and looking for his shoes. “what’s the name of the shop?” he’s distracted as he asks it, and you catch the mumbled curses of ‘how dare they take advantage of my baby’ under his breath that have you jumping from your seat as well. once you tell him it’s a joke the relief is evident, but his annoyance is too as he pinches your nose. “don’t do that again.” you so do.
HANMA SHUJI
you should know better than to even try this, seriously. “you’re a fucking idiot,” he laughs, damn near cackles actually, as you sit in the passenger seat of his car. then he’s reaching in the backseat under his suit coat for his gun, and you realize you really should know better. for the love of god stop him before he loads the damn thing unless you want an innocent mechanic’s blood on your hands. it’s not even fun because he isn’t even phased when you tell him it’s a prank. he just leans over to pinch your cheek and murmur a, “aw, knew my baby wasn’t that stupid.” please hit him.
