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➜ 𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 - Running a Saloon is no easy task. You keep gaining the attention of many interesting figures; namely, a quiet yet cocky outlaw, who has no problem being chased. He especially had no problem, fucking you while on the run.
𝜗𝜚 word count: 2k , [art cr: k4enyu on twt]
★ ⋮ 𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀 ⸝⸝ : explicit content +18 MDNI , f!reader x emo!cowboy , strangers to lovers , one night stand , riding/cowgirl (duh) , unprotected p in v sex , creampie , exhibitionism , dirty talk , corny dialog , subtle back and forth
You've always had a magnet for trouble around these parts; You've never been the type to back down.
In the small dry town, You've managed to occupy a simple yet entertaining life under the beaming sun and above the dirt paths. You ran the Saloon, where you've encountered your fair share of problems. From rowdy drunkards, to persistent Casanovas, you've learned who to approach and who to stay away from.
The Sun was high in the sky, signaling to you that it was almost noon right about now, and that usually a rush of patrons would arrive in the next hour. Other than that, It was relatively quiet around this time, until you heard the old creek of the swinging wooden doors.
"Welcome." You greeted instinctively, not even sparing so much as a glance up to see who came in. You knew everyone in town; it came with the territory. And if it was a new face, you never care enough to truly start some conversation. So you keep yourself occupied with the clear glass in your hand, cleaning it to prepare for that afternoon rush.
There wasn't any response which was to be expected, as the old floors let out whines with each heavy footstep. When the customer sat on the barstool in front of you, your eyes finally moved up to be met with dark ones.
Truth be told the first thought that crossed your mind, 'woah, this fella is mighty fine.' The second being 'how is he not hot wearing all dark clothing at this time of day?' But you refrain from vocalizing those thoughts. "So, what will it be, hm?" You ask casually.
This is how I see Yuji lol
geto and zuko twin moment
i love submissive, tired, overworked men🤤
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Exactly read one from 2016, to be cringe is to be free
Call It Whatever You Want.
Sukuna refuses to call you his. But the moment someone else tries to—he suddenly has a problem with it.
A/N: you aint my boyfriend and i aint ur girlfriend, okay if u couldnt tell i got inspo from the song boyfriend from ari and social house. OOO yes if u want, listen to anointed by miguel at the partay scene golly gosh that had me going coo coo bonkers i was giggling and everything, and then i realised im such a flipping chud so i stopped giggling my bum off asap and locked tf in. Anywho this one is pretty short but enjoy my lil kyuties ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎
Art: @/patty.i on insta go eat it up yall
Sukuna never asked you to be his.
But somehow you still ended up acting like you were.
It starts with small things.
Late night texts. Showing up without warning. His jacket tossed over the back of your chair like it belongs there.
Your phone buzzes softly against the counter.
You home.
You stare at the message for a moment. No greeting. No question mark. Just the assumption that you will.
Yeah.
Three dots appear instantly.
Open the door.
A knock follows seconds later.
When you open it, Ryomen Sukuna leans against the frame like he’s been there all night. His presence fills the doorway before he even speaks, the air around him heavy with his warm, spicy cologne.
His eyes flick over you once. Assessing.
“Thought you were asleep.”
“Bruh, you literally texted me.”
He hums, brushing past you without waiting for an invitation. His hand lingers briefly on the small of your back as he passes, pressing just enough to claim the space.
You shut the door behind him.
“You’re going to start paying rent at this point" you mutter.
Sukuna stretches on the couch, arms draped across the back, leaning just enough toward you to fill the space. The faint scrape of his fingers against the leather sounds like he’s everywhere at once.
“You’d miss me.”
You roll your eyes, but neither of you argues with it.
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Weeks pass like that.
Late nights. Shared silences. His hand rests on your waist as you move around the kitchen, fingers brushing the curve of your hip, teasingly lingering when you reach for the coffee. When you walk together, he closes the space between you, shoulder brushing yours, standing slightly behind or beside you in a way that silently says: I’m here. I’m yours.
Sometimes he waits for you after lectures, leaning against the gate with that lazy, half smirk of his, arms crossed, watching everyone pass. You see him, and your stomach twists because he’s been there long before you arrived. His gaze locks on you, dark and calculating, a quiet warning to anyone who dares get too close.
You share the couch and steal blankets, half tangled around him while the other half barely covers you. Sometimes he drapes himself across you, hand brushing lightly down your arm or against your thigh—not intrusive, but claiming the space you occupy.
When he’s relaxed, lying back on the couch, you let your fingers wander over his tattoos, tracing the lines along his face and chest. Each line and mark feels almost magnetic under your touch, and he hums low, letting you do it, thumb occasionally brushing your hand like he’s claiming both you and the movement. His chest rises and falls steadily beneath your fingers, and you swear you can feel the slight smirk in the way he adjusts his position, making sure your hand lingers exactly where he wants it.
Sometimes you fall asleep in his bed after an argument you didn’t finish—bodies pressed together, the quiet between you louder than any words. Other times, you wake up tangled in his arms, hair brushing his chest, fingers clutching his shirt without realizing it. His hand curls around your wrist, thumb tracing small, slow circles that leave you distracted before your first thought of the day.
You notice his habits without thinking: How he leans a fraction closer when someone else gets too near. The way he smirks when you try to tease him back. The “tch” or scoff of annoyance that makes your pulse quicken. Pressing his forehead to yours in the morning, claiming the first moment of your day. Teasing gestures like “Oops, that’s my spot now” paired with a tilt of his head, daring you to argue.
Almost like a couple.
But no labels.
No promises.
And the tension of it… it’s almost unbearable.
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Tonight, the frat house is crowded. Music pulses, bass vibrating faintly through the floor. People move around you, drinks in hand, laughter spilling over conversations.
You pause near the entrance, scanning the room.
Across the living room, Ryomen Sukuna leans lazily against the back of a couch, looking entirely too comfortable. A couple girls crowd around him, laughing a little too loudly at whatever he just said.
One of them rests a hand on his arm.
Another leans in closer, fingers brushing his shoulder.
He lets them.
Your jaw tightens.
Then his eyes find you.
Instantly.
Like he’d known exactly where you were the entire time.
For a moment neither of you moves. Across the room, through flashing lights and shifting bodies, he just watches you.
And then he smirks.
Slow. Knowing.
Like he’s waiting to see what you’ll do.
The girl beside him is still talking, fingers resting lightly on his arm.
Sukuna doesn’t move them away.
His gaze stays on you. Unbothered. Almost… amused.
You roll your eyes.
Typical.
You turn away before he can read anything else on your face and make your way to the kitchen counter, adjusting the hem of your mini black off shoulder dress, the fabric hugging your waist and tight at your hips. Gold open toe heels click softly against the floor, gold hoops swaying with the tilt of your head. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflective surface of the fridge—makeup done, tense shoulders, slightly flushed from the alcohol.
You reach the fridge and pull it open, the cool light spilling across the counter as you grab a drink.
“Careful with that one” a voice says.
You glance up.
A guy leans against the counter, smiling. “Trust me. It’s stronger than it looks.”
You huff a small laugh. “I’ll take my chances.”
The guy laughs, leaning closer so you can hear over the music.
“So… what brings you here alone?”
You shrug. “Just needed a drink and a break from… life.”
He smirks. “I get that. Same here.”
You start chatting more freely, laughing at something he says. For a moment, it feels easy. Light. Normal.
He leans in, lowering his voice.
“You know, you’ve got that… energy. Makes people want to talk to you.”
You can’t help but smile, feeling a flutter you haven’t felt in a while.
Then a familiar scent hits you before you see him—warm, spicy, impossible to ignore.
Sukuna
A pair of arms slide around your waist from behind.
Warm. Firm. Familiar.
Your breath hitches.
His broad chest presses against your back, the sheer size of him almost swallowing you as he pulls you closer. One hand settles lightly on your stomach while the other grazes your hip, fingers brushing the edge of your dress as he anchors you against him. The fabric shifts under his grip, lifting fractionally as you instinctively steady yourself on your heels, the soft click against the floor betraying the movement.
He isn’t looking at you.
His eyes lock on the guy across from you.
Calm. Unblinking. Measuring.
Slowly, he dips his head, nose brushing the side of your neck before settling into the crook. His breath ghosts warm against your skin, fingers tightening just enough to anchor you. The gentle sway of your gold hoops brushes against him with every shallow inhale you take.
The guy stiffens.
“Oh—uh. Sorry, man, I didn’t know—”
“No” you say, shifting. “We’re not—”
“Yeah” Sukuna interrupts smoothly, voice low. “You should go.”
The guy hesitates, mutters “Right… my bad,” and disappears into the crowd.
You turn inside Sukuna’s arms, looking up at him.
“You’re impossible” you mutter.
He looks down at you like nothing happened.
“You’re not my boyfriend.”
His eyes flick over your face slowly, and he lets out a light scoff.
You push lightly at his chest.
“Stop acting like you own me.”
For a moment he just watches you.
Then he pulls you in closer by the waist. The hem of your dress rides up slightly before he reaches behind you to pull it back down in place.
“You want a boyfriend?”
His thumb drags slowly along your jaw, tilting your face up toward him.
“That what this is about?”
You don’t answer.
His eyes darken.
“Tch.”
“Greedy.”
For a second, neither of you moves. The music and chatter fade behind you, but the space between you feels heavy.
Sukuna hums softly, hand sliding back down to the small of your back. Fingers settle there like they never left, pressing against the curve of your back and making the hem of your dress lift a fraction higher, brushing the top of your thigh. You shift slightly on your heels, heels clicking softly against the floor as he adjusts his hold, keeping you close.
“And yet,” he murmurs, leaning closer, “you still let me do this.”
Your breath catches when he pulls you a fraction closer.
“Doesn’t really sound like you want a boyfriend” he says lazily.
Slowly, he dips his head, bending easily to reach your neck, his nose brushing the side of it before settling into the crook.
He trails light kisses along your neck—the same way he’s done a thousand times before. Practiced. Claiming. So familiar it makes your stomach twist.
You inhale sharply, his spicy cologne mixing with the soft sweetness of your vanilla perfume, making your head spin.
“Sounds like you just want me.”
His lips brush the shell of your ear, voice low and teasing.
“Go ahead… say you’re leaving me.”
You don’t.
And he smiles.
Because he already knows you won’t.
‘Wrist so icy, wonder why she like me, bitch, I'm drownin’ 💚🔌
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How they handle themselves without you, modernau!
Varka, Flins, Nefer
How they handle themselves without you, modernau!
Varka, Flins, Nefer
Varka was far away in another country because of his job, working with the ministry of affairs for Mondstadt. They needed to achieve an alliance with Nod-Krai, an independent state of Snezhnaya with a large time difference. He hated it. He. Hated. It. Hated on being so far away from his one and only lover, which was you. It’s only been two weeks, both of you haven’t found the time to call, only through texts that were replied between different hours.
This particular day, he was so stressed that he ended up spam calling you on his phone. The third call that buzzed in.. you finally picked up. Varka chuckles hearing your small yawn, “Varka..? Mmm.. you woke me up, honey..” He heard the sound you let out, probably stretching out on the bed. His heartbeat paced up, his blood pumping down. . He coughed at that. “Hi baby, sorry for waking you up.” Immediately, you quickly shut his apologies down.
“No.. no it's okay.. you can always call me, hehe..” He sighs, already sitting near the hotel desk. He’d been staying in this small abode for all of these two weeks, giving only a sliver of privacy for him. “I just got out of another diplomatic meeting.” You looked at the alarm clock in the large shared bed you both always sleep in. It’s 4 a.m, the red coloured numbers reflect just how early it is for you and yet it's only 8 p.m. for Varka. “Awe, nice.. Do you want to talk—” “No, please.. babe..”
You shut your mouth quickly then chuckled, “Of course, no work talk?” He hummed at that, huddling up inside the blankets of the bed, you got even more comfortable. “Baby.” He called you out over the phone, “Yes?” He tilted his head as he looked out at the view in his room. “Tell me about your week.” And that's how you ended up chatting for a while, you spoke about what you’ve been doing, then talking about the people in Mondstadt and how they’re doing. Though, he stopped responding a long halfway.. now that makes you suspicious.
Thoughts raced through your mind, then you called out. “Honey?” No answer on the other line, then you called out again, “Varka.” He replied back with a grunt, “Yes, urghh.. babyy..” This was a dead giveaway to you, it didn’t take long to put the pieces together. “Are you seriously jerking off?” A moment of silence, as he let out a small groan. “Couldn’t help myself, just m..missed you so much.” Finally, you could hear the squelching sound in the other line, it really sounded like he was enjoying himself. “You horndog..” Another grunt, “Yeah but I’m your horndog.”
This is how he had tempted you now, you were rubbing your hand against your slit, “Aaah.. Varka..” Feeling the slick all familiar texture between your legs. “You’re just rubbing yourself aren’t you?” He knew you too well, even by the way you touch yourself, so you slipped your index finger inside. Your folds were already slippery from the slick wetness, you let out a small gasp. “Awe, cmon, you know you can take larger than one finger..” How the FUCK did he know..
“Well you aren’t here—” “Doesn’t matter, put two fingers inside, baby.” You could hear him spit on his hand on the other line, you whined again slipping your middle finger. He could hear your fingers easily pushing in and out of your walls, as he groaned. Varka’s dick was throbbing, all that pent up stress and horniness kicking off. He used his imagination to think what you even look like, sprawled up in their bed. “Baby, why don't you pick up the pace?” Your fingers started doing a pistoning motion. “I ngh.. am!” “Yeah, but you’re not screaming my name yet, so pick up the pace.”
You clutched your phone by the shoulder really close to your ear, as one hand was prodigy inside your gummy walls and the other one held a small mini toy that vibrated on your small bud with such vigor. “Varka.. I'm so close soclose…!” “Nuh uh, not yet.. Just a bit more, yeah?” His breathy voice caught you off guard as you cried out, “nono fair..”
“I know you can hold off once more baby, urgh— cmon, I’m right there..”
Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins such a bizarre and long name for someone to have. That someone is your lover, but how did this happen? Travelling from nation to nation, you stumbled upon Nod-Krai. Their hospitality completely swooned you over to say an extra few days— to which you had met a Ratnik, which meant you stayed for another few months with him. Flins was unique, he was such a gentleman to you and his way of speaking was very polished. You had gotten a phone call from one of your family members back from where you came from.
One day, you sat down on your shared bed. “Flins” You called out to him as he adjusted his uniform.. Finally finishing his shifts of the night he had, he raised an eyebrow. “Yes, my love?” Breaking the news to him was a shocker, one of your family members, to be more specific was your father had fallen ill. You need to catch a plane back as quick as you can, Flins being the most caring lover urged you to just book a flight as quickly as possible.
He stayed up that night, considering he doesn’t usually sleep, he secretly bought you a ticket for tomorrow night. He looked down on your sleeping figure beside him, snoring softly. He raises his palm to hold your cheek, then softly strokes your back, “Sleep well, love.” He whispered in your ear, even in your sleep you reacted scooting closer to his body.
The next day, Flins showed you the flight ticket as soon as you woke up. “You did all of this while I was asleep?” He nodded, easily offering you your favorite meal for breakfast. You huffed, “Man I lucked out for such an amazing boyfriend.” Already scooping up a bite and chewing the meal, He let out a small laugh. “It’s just breakfast, that's standard..” You grinned at his obliviousness. “Okay stop trying to woo me now..” He let out a small chuckle, “I am not.” “You so are..!”
Flins just smiled, “I’ll miss you.” He held onto you, his palm already resting on your back, rubbing the soft sliver of skin. “I’ll miss you too..!” You whined beside him as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “I’ll be back before you know it..” You placed the spoon, eagerly toying with his chin. “Don’t miss me too much, mkay..!”
He couldn’t help himself, it was lewd, too dirty but you were so far away.. All the way at Liyue or was it Inazuma, he forgot how you smelled, how you felt. So here he was, phone in one hand, the other hand pulling down at his sweats. It wasn’t fair, the time difference, it was 12 pm at Nodkrai and it was probably early morning at your place. Flins always had a folder with just your pictures, what you didn’t know was— he kept another one, locked inside a passcode which was your birthday.
What was inside, well.. suggestive photos and videos you’ve either sent or taken in his phone. He looked down, it was a picture of you cladded in just a zipped up hoodie, his hoodie. That little sliver of cleavage made him throb in under a few seconds which was definitely record time. “My love.. forgive me—” He let the spit roll in his mouth before the sound was made in the dim room. His feverous tip was so swollen as he let out a small breath.
Even cupping his balls, gripping the base, it wasn’t enough for him, never enough when he just needed you. Flins must’ve reached a new low, cause he had to pull up a video of you just yapping his ear off at one of the dates they’ve gone. “Mmm..ngh.. Feels too good” It was so pathetic, his hand moved quickly trying to chase the thrill, even tightening his grip. He imagined it was your sloppy pussy around him, didn’t feel the same— not as warm and snug but it’s the next best thing.
“Ugh.. I miss you.. m-miss that pussy s’much..”
Nefer, she wasn’t the type to be hung up over such trivial matters, and yet here she is texting you even if she had work. Such a busy woman, the CEO for Curatorium of Secrets and also the only operator for the Northern Intelligence Network, was head over heels for you. You guys weren’t long distance.. It was surprising how you guys started dating online, haven’t met at all.
You were a well versed hacker and she needed information— of course she needed your expertise. The sound of the notification dinged in her work laptop. ‘Nefer..!! What’s my next course of action, honey (˶˃⤙˂˶)..!’ Your text is as enthusiastic as your personality, blatantly shown in the text.
Nefer was already swamped with her other work, her poor lover didn’t have work to do, no orders. Truth be told, Nefer was never a texter kind of person. Another notification popped again. ‘Are you ignoring me..?!! ( •̀ ᴖ •́ )’ Then a dozen notifs later, she finally groaned. Already dialing the number, “Quit it, you brat.”
You sank onto your lavish gaming chair, Nefer had bought out for you. “You weren’t replying, Nefer.” Your sweet voice finally replied to her back. She could hear you mindlessly typing away at that keyboard of yours, she also bought for you. “Can’t you see I’m busy, work has swamped me.” A sound of a chuckle could be heard at the other line. “Then take a break, who’s stopping you—” “I have another meeting set up in five minutes.” Then another notification dinged in her work laptop.
“Open my messages, honey..~” You cooed at the other line, and she could only sigh. “I swear if it’s another absurd tiktok of—” She could only swallow as the photo loaded up. It was clearly a picture of you, clad in that babydoll lingerie she had bought for you. Man, she spoiled you with gifts everyday. “Goodluck for your meeting, honey!” You teased once more, before ending the call. Such a tease you were, she couldn’t help but scoff as she gingerly got up to join the meeting.
Nefer couldn’t focus during the head-board meeting, so she hid her phone under the table. Eagerly replying to each text message you gave.
Nefer had a remote controlled vibrator, that only she could control just for you. She bumped it to just a level 3 as the ringtone came in. There you were, in all your glory, pushing the small thing right against your clit. “F-fuck.. Ne..fer!!” Your whines could be heard to the monitor, Thank god for the soundproof walls installed for her office. “You really had to tease me, during a corporal meeting, darling?” Her voice poised with such authority you couldn’t help but moan again.
“I missed you..” You hummed, eagerly shoving it inside as your fingers got to work, swirling your puffy clit. “P..plus you love the view no?” You eagerly looked at the camera of your phone. She could see you just lounge on that gaming chair as your desktop highlighted your figure. Nefer placed a hand under her chin as she watched. “Can’t even get off on your own huh? Such a slut.” “Your slut though—!”
“Cmon, aren’t you at least a bit wet watching me..?” Your voice cooed as your eyes met through the screen. She cranked up the level to a five as you choked on your voice, visibly jittering. “Shitshitshit.. So close..!!” Then she stopped the buzzing, you whined. “Ah.. you’re such a freak.. Edging me already..?” “Think of it as a lesson to be taught for sending nudes in broad daylight.” You could only giggle, “Hey.. atleast accompany me finger myself..” You brought out your fingers to your mouth, eagerly licking giving her a show.
“Oh I will, until I get you drenched over that poor monitor of yours.”
All im saying is, I have 2 holes for a reason🙈
me after doing nothing but reading smut fics the entire day
Synopsis: in which popular girl!reader is done with shitty players and wants to try the newest delicacy: virgin nerds. It’s game on to seduce the physics student, who seems more than ready to abandon his life of celibacy.
But their arrangement only works if they’re both on the same page. What happens when one expects a little more than sex?
Is it game over?
Warnings: eventual smut, plot with porn, fake dating trope, college au, no curses au, mean girl!reader, fem dom!reader, nerd!jo, subby!gojo, virgin!gojo, masochist!gojo, some angst but with a happy ending, very early 2000s romcoms, reader grows a lot (hate towards her will not be tolerated), reader gets humbled quite often here lol, chapter specific warnings will be listed on the chapter, some allusions to toxic/unhealthy relationships and coping, not proofread Word Count: 41k Gojo art by @/Leimiruu on X
Chapter ONE - Game start Chapter TWO - Different levels Chapter THREE - Boss fight Chapter FOUR - Perfect victory
Real men have failed me but fictional men never have 😛
Dear darling wife, the distance is agony...
Synopsis: in which you're upset with your husband and won't respond to his messages, so he has to resort to contacting you during work hours... using your work emails Warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, playful arguing — no one's actually upset, features guests stars (one gets bullied).
From: [email protected] Subject: Talk To Me Please
Good morning, dear, Or rather, it would be, if my wife so much as looked in my direction this morning. Instead, I find myself writing to you like some forgotten soul behind enemy lines, using this means of communication as if I am but a mere stranger begging for a moment of your time. It is humiliating. Your refusal to hear your husband out is noted and begrudgingly endured but I forgive you (see? It is not so hard at all). Please just answer your messages. We have a data plan for a reason. Love, always, Your Kento
