mdni. multiple jjk men. fem reader. all fics will feature heavy smut + crack treated seriously. tags will be found in individual posts. gojo art by @keki1205 + div by @pixopix
it's raining...sharks? but, uh, instead of man-eating ones, it seems this one is hungry for pussy! will your ex-husband save you? or do you even want to be saved?
VELOCIPASTOR! starring veloicpastor!geto
WILL FEATURE BONDAGE + GLORY HOLE
as a stripper, you've had your fair share of strange clients. but, uh, a priest turned cult leader with the ability to transform into a velociraptor? yeah, that's a new one.
COCAINE BEAR! starring bear hybrid!toji
WILL FEATURE KNOTTING + PRIMAL PLAY
what's a wildlife activist to do when the bear hybrid she's been studying accidentally stumbles upon a shipment of cocaine? probably not have sex with him. easier said than done.
LAVALANTULA! starring scientist!nanami
WILL FEATURE HUMILIATION + BREEDING
keeping your crush on a coworker secret is hard! a lot harder when the volcano you've both been observing for months erupts - and now you've got to struggle to survive fire-breathing tarantulas together.
GOJO VS. EVIL! starring frat!gojo
WILL FEATURE SEX TOYS + APHRODISIACS
a cabin in the woods. a quiet pond to fish on. a relaxing little getaway where you could enjoy some peace and quiet. what could go wrong? a group of annoyingly attractive college students crashing your sweet spot - and start dying off after you save a beautiful blue-eyed idiot from drowning?
a/n: these fics will probably take me longer than october to finish up but i'll do my best <3 some of them will be shorter, closer to drabbles and few will be longer oneshots :3
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 𖤐 ‧₊ ˚⊹ ── after months of secretly obsessing over the hot new neighbor next door, Gojo Satoru, you find out that he's recently divorced and isn't looking for a relationship. Devastated and unable to let go of the filthy fantasies built around him, you discover a strange novelty charm that can promise a single wish...
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 𖤐 ‧₊ ˚⊹ ── DARK CONTENT 18+ ONLY . does not follow jjk, obsession, or ddlc plot . obsession / ddlc references only . psychological horror . obsessive behavior . toxicity . voyeurism / exhibitionism . entity possession . reader uses one wish willow on gojo . feral!gojo . lots of yearning . eventual smut . jealousy . murder . body horror / gore . reader hooks up with nanami kento in the beginning .
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𖤐 ‧₊ ˚⊹ ── i’ve pretty much explained myself on ao3 but while i understand that this movie is about misogyny and a pathetic man stripping away an innocent woman's autonomy, i really admire the horror concept so much and Curry Barker is an absolute genius for this movie. i always grab some inspiration and turn it into my own fucked up plot LOL. obviously this one is just as insane but way more sexual, a lot of voyeuristic themes, and with the roles reversed as well. just a quick disclaimer, i am NOT romanticizing this movie and i’ve always written psychological horror and explored a lot of dark content since 2022 and i’m just here to honor the movie's spirit. i hope you enjoy <3
⡴ gym teacher!sukuna has an embarrassingly known crush on school nurse!reader
lowkey wanna turn this into a full oneshot
if he heard one more twelve year old’s squeaky voice whispering to one another, saying he’s ‘got a crush on the school nurse’ he swears he’s gonna write up the whole grade.
god, it’s even worse when one of the eighth grade girls come up to him when he’s on lunch duty.
“mr., mr. ! did you know the nurse mentioned she likes tall guys when i went into her room for a tylenol !”
“what does that have to do with me ?” he grumbles, scrunching his face while the girl and her friend stare up at him.
“well everyone knows you like like her—”
“GO SIT DOWN!”
he swears the whole lunchroom conveniently goes quiet when he yells that as the girls squirm away back to their tables and start whispering around gossip.
and even worse than the girls that draw hearts around you and sukuna’s staff photos next to eachother in the main office, he’s got gojo. gojo, who ships you two and nags him like worse-than a middle school girl. gojo, who shoves you two together for any school event.
“what game do you have planned for tomorrow?” you ask, leaning over to whisper to sukuna as eighth grade awards are called for each subject, timing claps inbetween your words while names are called. you smirk, “how many kids am i gonna have sent my way next time?”
“just dodgeball.” he leans down to whisper flatly against your ear, still staring down a kid giggling in the seating rows of the auditorium and effectively getting him to stop with his gaze.
“your version of dodgeball is basically to the death, i might have to have paramedics in my room on standby.” you joke, turning to smile at him so sweetly. in his mind, this counts as him making you laugh and therefore counts as a win.
he chuckles lightly, just a quick huff of his chest, but essentially the hardest he can laugh if he’s not looking at a kid getting tackled in class. “these kids will toughen up eventually, i am just teaching them to do it early.”
“were you a weak kid that needed to toughen up? i can really only picture you as a big scary dude.”
“i was actually a severely malnourished child due to my mothers impoverished state during her pregnancy.“ he says, truly not realizing how solemn he sounds in his voice even as he means it as a light hearted jest.
you blink at him, face contorted in confusion and awkwardness. he wants to hit himself.
the only thing that saves him from not saying anything stupid again is the end of the assembly, marked by gojo yelling into a megaphone and for kids to round up by homeroom.
the following week he’s still embarrassed to even look you in the eyes. he’s mulling over how stupid he must’ve looked infront of you while sifting through the equipment closet.
he hears steps echo throughout the currently empty gym before he yells out.
“gojo i’m not covering your lunch break, fuck off—” he turns around to not see the usual suspect he finds during his free period. instead, he sees you, leaning against the door in scrubs and white coat clinging to your body. he stills in his motion.
you speak before he can (if he can speak at all in his embarrassed state).
“i understand the confusion, he bothers me all the time too.” you dismiss, smiling at him with your glossed lips he probably thinks about hourly. waitwaitwait, gojo talks to you all the time ? he’s going to kill that lanky fuck. “just wanted to drop these off for yuri in your next period.” you jostle around a pill bottle in your hand, “she can get fainty on gym days so give these to her just in case to help prevent that.” he knows it’s your job and all, but your concern is honestly kinda cute.
“uhh yeah i’ll be sure to.” he nods, right as you drop the bottle on top of a stack of rubber cones by the door before you walk out. and he would just like it to be known he definitely didn’t stare at your ass as you left.
and he typically makes it easier for himself to deny how down bad he is to you, but now, after you spent a week of saved up sick days out last week, he’s kind of craving your voice. so who can blame him when he calls his 6th grade nephew into his office while he’s supposed to be at lunch.
“look, kid. i’m going to need you to do something, and i’m gonna need you to not be annoying about it, kay?”
yuji furrows his brows, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie.
“you,” he gestures to his nephew, “are going to act like you collapsed and let me bring you up to the school nurse. you are then going to be quiet when i talk to her.”
“is it cause you have a crush on her—”
sukuna tenses before cutting him off.
“do a good job acting and i will consider buying you that human earthworm blu-ray. do you hear me, brat?”
yuji’s eyes light up at the mention of the dvd.
“is this impression good enough then?” yuji leans and clutches at his side in fake fatigue while moaning dramatically for help, then immediately straightens up with a smile like he’s waiting for a rating. sukuna shakes his head and genuinely wonders how he’s related to this—in sukuna’s words— pea brained doofus.
he dials your number on his offices phone, sitting tense in his chair while he shh’s yuji. yuji nods and salutes as sukuna continues to roll his eyes.
yuji could’ve sworn he saw him smile when you pick up. he continues to watch sukuna fiddle with the curled wire of the phone as he explains yuji’s apparently dire situation. he can just barely hear the muffled sound of you saying ‘just bring him up and i’ll check him out.” over the speaker of the phone before sukuna hangs up and fixes his hair.
sukuna walks out the door and desperately tries to ignore yuji’s terrible post fainting impression behind him as his nephew follows his step to your room.
just before they step into your room he whispers to yuji as he leans over.
“if you can bring up me being single i’ll take you out for ice cream, brat.”
bad news is that suguru's girl broke up with him and really needs a pick me up. this means satoru has to cancel your date night at home so he can go to his place and cheer him up. he knows you've been looking forward to hanging out with him, cozying next to your boyfriend and watching a movie. it breaks his heart to do this to you, but he really needs to be there for his best friend.
however, the good news is that you get to go with him and get fucked by both of them as a way to console him.
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"ngh, don't run from it, babe," purred suguru against your ear, hot breath clashing against your skin, making you shiver. his hands clutched on each side of your hips, using them to plunge himself forward, cock struggling to enter your pussy.
your eyes squeezed shut. a long hum vibrated against satoru's cock, which was deep set into your throat, gagging you and making you drool all over him and the bedsheets. it was all too much, you were getting filled by two big cocks at the same time, suguru hasn't even bottomed in and your cunt was already convulsing.
your boyfriend's hand brushed against your cheek. it felt soft. sweet. nothing like the filthy situation you were in. his palm settled on the crown of your head, hair tangled between his fingers.
"c'mon baby, be a good girl," he murmured, looking down to you through his white lashes, "i know you can take him." that last part was paired with that side smile he knew you couldn't resist, the one that got you dripping all over suguru's shaft.
synopsis: satoru gojo's got a biiiiig wand - and he's not scared to use it on his favorite (and only) assistant after a successful show!
pairing: magician!Gojo x assistant!reader
content: mdni! smut, porn with plot, don't ask me how my brain works idk either, magician gojo is PACKING, no rabbits were harmed in the making of this fic, nepo baby gojo has a dream to be a magician what can I say, Sukuna cameo, jealousy, fingering (with the gloves on like a freak), unprotected piv sex, full nelson, so much teasing (he thinks he's SO funny), but he's doing magic tricks on that pussy so-, creampie, he wants us BAD
HOT ASSISTANT WANTED!
MUST BE FLEXIBLE!
You thought he was probably a pervert. Okay, definitely a pervert.
But the hourly rate posted on the advertisement was enough that you showed up to the listed audition time, pepper spray clutched in your fist as you walked down the aisle of the empty auditorium, wondering where the hell everyone else was - or if you were just the only stupid enough to show.
It was sorta creepy, your footsteps echoing as you stopped just shy of the stage, brows knitting together as you tried to figure out what the fuck was happening.
Someone tapped your shoulder.
And yeah, perhaps it was a tad bit of an overreaction, but you reflexively pulled the trigger as you spun around, shooting the spray directly in the eyes of your would-be assailant...or um, potential employer?
Belatedly noticing the ridiculous costume he was wearing, dressed in a tuxedo complete with a tailcoat and crooked top hat, one that fell off and spilled out multicolored ribbons as he let out a low curse and rubbed his eyes, panic piercing through you as you realized what you'd just done when your own eyes started to sting at the spicy compound in the air.
"Oh my god," you flinched, heat flooding your face with humiliation as you accepted you definitely lost the job now, and maybe gained an assault charge. "I'm so sorry, I-"
But then he laughed, one corner of his mouth lifting in a lopsided smile even as he winced in pain.
"Guess I should've started with hi, huh?"
You still couldn't fucking believe he hired you after that.
Or how many of your nights would now belong to him.
All your friends thought you started stripping after you started ditching drinking and going out on dinner dates. You guessed they weren't that far off.
Technically, you were being paraded around on a brightly-lit stage, forcing fake smiles in a skin-tight outfit. But yours was beaded and bedazzled, glitter and rhinestones sparking in the spotlight as you were led around the stage, put on display to be a pretty distraction from the main show.
Satoru Gojo.
The man. The magician.
From the bits and pieces of his backstory you managed to put together, his family was wealthy enough to have the sort of connections to make his shows possible - but it was his own personality that made them profitable.
"Come on," he beamed, picking out a guest at random, gesturing for them to come up on the stage. They blinked, looking around nervously before hesitantly pushing off the arms of their chair and starting for the stairs. "Let's play a little game, okay?"
You'd seen it before.
Every Friday through Sunday for the past six months.
Traveling to different cities, rehearsing in the evenings, practicing stage direction rather than his tricks. He never needed to work on those. Just guiding you on where he wanted you to stand and what he wanted you to do.
Brighter smiles, wider twirls, deeper bows.
It was fun. Almost everything about him and this was.
Getting dolled up on his dime, letting him help you zip up the last couple inches of your bodysuit, listening to the chatter of the audience from backstage. Using the expensive products he provided, a full face of makeup and hair completely done, sprayed into place so it wouldn't so much as budge while you were up there with him. How you could feel the applause in your chest standing up there at the end, how right it felt to have his hand in yours when he clasped it and made sure you took your bows by his side. He made you feel needed.
You knew his routine by heart. Memorized every line, knew every step and sword that he'd pretend to slice through you in a box with, daggers being driven into wood while you were tucked safely in the hidden compartment.
But it wasn't really just the tricks people came to see.
It was him.
Something intangible about him, not just his shining blue eyes or the stray wisps of white hair poking out beneath his hat, but the energy surrounding him, the way his words boomed out through his wired mic and entangled you in his web of carefully-crafted illusions. Sure, you had the tiniest crush on him, but you told yourself it was simply the amount of time you'd been spending together, the chemistry that came with putting on performances night after night where he rambled to an entire audience of people how gorgeous you were.
Anyone who saw him would either want him or want to be him.
Even now, when he was just doing the whole boring pick a card thing, the one practically every magician did, the whole audience was only paying attention to him, trying to spot his sleight of hand.
They never did though.
Always left whispering 'how did he do that?' or trying to ask for his autograph as he walked off stage, sometimes even waiting out back to catch him on his way to his car.
This show was no different.
The same spiel, the same jokes, the same good night speech, twirling his wand in that big hand of his before waving goodbye at the crowd, all while you smiled and held onto the pretty white bunny he used that you affectionately named Gojo Junior.
The third most important part of the act really, after Satoru in second. He liked to tell you that you were the star, as if you both didn't know that he'd do just fine without your support. He could probably pick any other girl off the street at a much lesser risk of getting pepper sprayed - but he scoffed and scolded you the one time you joked about being replaceable.
Tonight came with one change you hadn't expected though, one in the form of friends you hadn't thought even existed popping up when you were both preoccupied with taking photos with a few lingering fans.
"Yo, Satoru," someone called out, and you looked up to see a man, maybe about his height clasping a hand on his shoulder. With another guy, and a pretty girl who was distracted on her phone, brown eyes glazed over with boredom. "Nice show."
"Thanks," Satoru smiled, relaxed, easy. Not the showman. Performance dropped, almost seeming like a normal guy who just happened to be in a full tuxedo, tilting his hat off as he glanced between his friends. "Didn't think you guys would come."
"After how much you talk about it?" The girl dryly said, not looking up as she exhaled.
"And her?" The other man chimed in, his deep grunt catching you off-guard as your head snapped over to him at the realization he was talking about you.
Or, well, belatedly processing that he meant Satoru was talking about you to his friends.
Satoru was unfazed though, buzzing through brief introductions and offering up their names while you nodded along, your outfit started to rub a little around your thighs as you shuffled on the soles of your heels.
Standing a little bit behind him, like you always did, watching him banter back-and-forth, used to fulfilling the role of the accessory on his arm until someone crossed the thin line separating what was staged and what was real.
"Are you free after this?" His pink-haired friend casually asked you, cocking his head to the side as he sized you up, dark eyes dragging over your exposed body and the shimmery fabric clinging to it. Sukuna, wasn't it?
You paused, considering what to say. Sometimes after shows you let Satoru convince you to come back to his place or whatever hotel room he booked, staying up late ordering pizza or whatever junk food he was craving while you watched old movies together. But he always passed out on the couch, hand in a bowl of popcorn and drool dribbling from his lips, and you usually left before he woke up.
"I'm actually-"
"She's still mine for the next, ah, two hours?" Satoru smirked, looking down at his wrist to check his watch for the time.
Except, it wasn't his watch.
Sukuna glared at him, attempting to snatch his watch back only for Satoru to take another bow, bending down too low just in time for his hand only to close around air.
"Too slow," Satoru cooed with fake sympathy, stepping back and unclasping the watch from his wrist just to dangle it in front of his face. "Gotta be quicker next time."
"Clean up isn't going to take two hours," you huffed at Satoru, snatching the watch first before holding it back out for his friend to take.
"I know," your boss pouted at you, pretty pink lips pushed together in a dramatic (and fake) display of disappointment. "I have some, um, notes I need to go over with you."
"Oh," you blinked, glancing towards backstage. "I guess I'll go get changed then."
Your performance had been pretty damn perfect.
No missteps or mistakes you could remember making, at least, frowning at your reflection as you slipped out of your heels back in your dressing room. You had already returned Gojo Junior to his cage in the corner, the bunny happily napping as you scanned the bag next to his set up for your extra clothes.
While you picked them up and started to throw them across the makeup chair, a little voice in your head slyly suggested the slim chance that Satoru was jealous. That just maybe your feelings could be mutual instead of just one-sided pining blinded by the persona you were used to him putting on.
Two sharp knocks had you snapping out of it, glancing back in time for the door to creak open before you could answer it.
"Is my lovely assistant dressed in there?" Satoru's warm voice called through the thin wood, and you instinctively checked the mirror, making sure your makeup wasn't messed up before you actually replied.
"Yeah," you called back out, stifling a sigh as you resisted the urge to put on a little more lip gloss.
"Damn," he shamelessly flirted, swinging open the door the rest of the way.
"Is that your way of asking to help?" You sarcastically muttered, shaking your head just slightly as you sighed.
"Can I?" He asked, almost managing to sound earnest.
You rolled your eyes at him, ignoring the faint fluttering in your stomach at the sight of him standing there and staring at you.
It wasn't that you thought his flirting was serious. You just sorta wished it was. It couldn't hurt to tease him back just a little too, right?
His blue eyes burned down your body, his jaw tensing as you turned away from him. You reached over your shoulder, making your own little show out of getting ready to strip down, glancing back to see how his face went slack. Watching him hold his breath, his grip tight on the wand still in his hand, knuckles bone-white.
"You'd make a terrible assistant," you wryly murmured, mouth twitching and fighting back a smile at how he was just standing there.
"My sincerest apologies," he purred, feigning remorse, a familiar grin twisting up on his lips as he reached up to tilt his hat, leaning against the doorframe as your fingers stopped just above the hidden zipper along the back. "Can I assist you in getting out of that then?"
You didn't say yes out loud.
Nodded just enough to answer for you, biting down on your bottom lip at the thump of the door shutting behind him.
"I'll start with the zipper first," he muttered, delivering the line like you were some audience member he had to impress. But his breath was warm on the nape of your neck, little goosebumps running up and down your arms as you barely stopped yourself from shivering at the sound of him so close.
"How sweet of you," you hummed as casually as you could, a little more pleased than you ought to be at how it felt for his long fingers to skim over your spine to reach the zipper. His other palm settled on your waist, your nose scrunching up as you realized he must have managed to slip his wand away without you noticing just to have both hands on you.
"Only to you," he quipped back, and before you could make a quick retort, he was tugging the zipper down all the way, sucking in a sharp breath at the freshly exposed skin.
Did he want to touch you as badly as you wanted him to? Ached for a connection that would catch sparks instead of fizzling in the shadows? Where you'd both stop acting like your chemistry ended once you stepped foot off-stage?
Feet planted on the ground, glued in place as he stayed there, both of you refusing to budge, daring the other one to break.
"Well?" You swallowed hard, keeping your head forward so you wouldn't have to see his face. "Are you going to help me with the rest or not?"
"As you wish," he quoted, murmuring all sweet and low in your ear as he started pulling your bodysuit off, taking his time to wiggle it past your hips and down your thighs, using it as an excuse to run his palms over every inch of you possible.
You tried to find a sliver of rationality. You'd even take regret. But there was just excitement brimming beneath the surface, desperation and craving melting together into you were just putty waiting for him to mold.
"Should I keep going?" He asked in that pretty whisper of his, making your heart stutter and race, mind reeling at his proximity, at the increasingly real possibility that you were really about to find out what more meant with him.
"Please."
He stripped you down to just your thin seamless panties fast enough it really did feel like magic, just to take off his top hat and put it on your head instead. You reached up to touch the brim, but then you were being picked up, his big hands sinking into the soft flesh of your thighs as he hoisted you in the air, carrying you with your back still pressed to his chest over to the old couch in the corner, turning around and plopping down so you were on his lap.
You gasped, surprised at how sure he was even now, in this totally new territory of your friendship? Relationship? Acting like he'd planned it all out, knew how to execute every lingering touch, practiced the way his lips would graze against the shell of your ear.
"For my next trick," he grinned, his hand skimming down your stomach and stopping just between your thighs. "I'm gonna make your panties disappear."
Your lips parted, about to giggle at how sleazy he sounded, but then you blinked - and they were gone.
"Holy shit," you breathed, too surprised to care about how much you sounded like one of his fans. "How did you-"
"That's a secret, baby," he wryly chuckled, showing you an empty hand before he used it to cup your dripping cunt. A funny pulse shooting straight down to the pit of your stomach as he pressed a feather-light kiss to your shoulder. "Spread your legs a little more for me, princess."
You always complied when it came to him.
And he always made everything worth it.
Watching two of his thick fingers disappear into your soaked cunt, with his gloves still fucking on, mouth hanging open at the way he kept plunging in and making a fucking mess of you on the couch. Could anyone else hear the filthy squelch of his digits pumping in and out through the paper-thin walls? Your moans of his name getting sloppier and sloppier, somehow turning Satoru into weak whimpers of Toru as he wrapped one strong forearm around your waist to keep you from squirming while he worked to stretch you out for his, ah, wand?
God, you couldn't even think about it like that without being filled with the lewd mental image of him trying to stick his real wand inside of you.
"I-I thought you had notes for me," you groaned, grabbing onto the dark material of his pants as you rested your head back on his broad shoulder, struggling to hold onto your slipping thoughts with every brutal drag of his fingers inside you. The fabric made it somehow even hotter, your brain going all fuzzy as he dove in all the way.
"I lied," he bluntly confessed, burying himself down to his knuckles just to see you shudder, keeping you supported as he fucked you harder with just his nimble fingers, his practiced motions making you forget how you were supposed to feel about your suspicion that he was jealous being proven correct.
He didn't want to see you with someone else.
And when you were here, when he had you like this, you couldn't really picture yourself out on a date when he occupied all your thoughts anyways.
"Are you on birth control?" He paused long enough to ask, although you were hardly coherent enough to answer.
"Mm, mhm," you half-yelped as his fingers swirled up to poke and prod in a particularly sensitive spot.
"Thank God," he groaned, yanking his digits back out, and it was only at his absence that you realized the ridiculously hard thing you hadn't noticed poking your ass was his cock.
How the hell was it so-
"S'toru," you attempted to say his name, your throat growing dry at the thought of his size before he readjusted you off of him just enough to pull his pants down and let it spring out, a thick vein bulging along the side of it, his tip a pretty shade of pink and pre-cum already leaking along the slit.
"Change your mind?" He asked, as if your toes weren't already curling at the anticipation, thighs trembling as your body aches to have him back inside you.
"N-no," you mumbled, heat pooling deep enough in your stomach you could probably drown in it. "You're just, um, bigger than I thought."
"So you've been thinking about me too, princess?" He teased, not missing a single fucking thing, apparently.
Your first impression of him hadn't been that far off.
Satoru was a pervert.
And none of your rehearsing, none of your practice could have prepared you for how it felt to be lifted up by the back of your thighs, for that fat head of his cock to snugly press against your entrance and sink in before you had time to blink.
Eyes closing just to feel the burning pressure of his thick length bullying it's way in, pushing past the first ring of resistance to claim the rest of your body as his.
"Can I tell you something?" He whispered in your ear, all hoarse and rough, right as he folded you further, his cock rubbing against your walls and making space for himself.
You tried to respond.
But the only thing that came out was a fuzzy moan, messy syllables slurred together as you felt your insides getting pushed around, shoved up, up, up until you thought there surely wasn't any room anymore. Yet, he just kept pushing in deeper, inch after inch until you started to wonder if he was about to reach your lungs at this rate.
"Been fucking my fist after every show thinkin' about you," he rambled, oblivious to your whines, or maybe just spurred on by them. "Thinking about how this would feel."
He groaned, all deep and gravelly, bottoming out and hitting your womb while he was at it, reflexively jolting just for him to chuckle, pulling you right back down to meet him. Keeping you pinned, his hands on your thighs and your back to his chest, completely connected.
"Y-you could've said something," you cried out, tears collecting in your lashes as the pleasure started to condense into a hard ball at your core, pinging around and demanding attention as he started rutting his hips up, pulling out and pushing in at a pace you couldn't believe he was keeping up.
The couch creaked louder, the frame of it smacking into the wall as his thrusts picked up, your brain freezing as his tongue abruptly dragged up your throat before he started to leave a trail of kisses in time with his thrusts.
"I didn't want to lose you," he admitted, and you wondered if he could feel the way you clamped down, squeezing hard at how raw he sounded.
"You're not going to."
Satoru snapped.
Acting more like a bunny in heat, although this Satoru Junior was much meaner than the sweet ball of fur in the corner.
Fucking into you fast and hard, one of his hands moving to sweep over the swollen bundle of nerves between your thighs, making quick work of stroking and soothing your need as if he could sense it himself. The friction of the fabric only heightened it, his gloved fingers catching over your clit with adoration and perfected pressure. Treating you like his new favorite trick, delicately tracing over it, practicing different patterns until he found the one that made you throw your head back, a strangled gasp stringing through the air as he repeated it again and again.
"Oh, that's it," he purred, putting on his professional bravado to disguise the way his voice quivered at that last word. "Give me a good finale."
You finished for him with a moan you hoped made him proud, squirming in his hold as he continued to finger and fuck you through it, mouth permanently parted as he kept your thighs apart enough you had to feel the force of him thrusting up to fill you with cum.
Warmth that lingered and leaked down your legs, his cock only stalling when the last drops dripped out, both of you frozen in that intimate position as you tried to blink and bring back at least an ounce of sensibility.
"Can we go again?" He muttered while you were still out-of-breath, another strained whimper leaving your lips as his teeth nipped at your neck.
"W-what?"
"I forgot to kiss you," he whined, and you could hear his pout, feel the way his lips pressed together on your shoulder. "You can make it one more round for me, right?"
His cock throbbed inside you, not going soft as he gave you a small kiss just above your collarbone.
"Please?"
"Depends," you murmured, tilting your head to the side so he had easier access to paint your neck with more affection pecks. "Are you my boss or my boyfriend?"
"I'll be anything you want me to be."
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✮ I CAN'T BE YOUR SUPERMAN ⸺ in which you had a beef with underground rapper!choso and he finally had enough.
the wet slapping sounds in the dressing room sounded loud, and the filthy moans felt damn near deafening. it almost felt like the whole venue could hear them, even though some girlie was currently out on stage screaming her lungs out about heartbreak and some asshole ex.
nobody really knew when it all started. well, maybe fans did. probably back during that interview.
q: it’s no secret fans think you and choso make a great pair. do you think there’s any chance of a collab? a: well he’s cute, sure. but i'm not really into artists whose whole lyrics revolve around sucking their own dick. sounds like music for dudes with tiny cocks tbh
or maybe it started later, when he fired back in one of his new tracks with a nasty little line: "all these pop bitches look the same, i couldn't tell 'em apart even if i fucked 'em all at once."
maybe things finally hit their breaking point tonight, at the annual awards show where you ended up presenting him an award and accidentally loosened your grip, nearly dropping the trophy, making him bend down and catch it, then you giggled behind your hand.
“oops, i’m such a mess today. who would’ve thought our favorite little rapper would throw me this off balance.”
whatever the fuck it was, it all led to this: you pressed against a table in an empty dressing room, a huge body trapping you from behind so completely you could barely breathe.
his hand moved faster than you could react. fingers wrapped around your chin, tilting your head back just enough to expose your throat. his lips brushed against your neck, then his tongue slid out, hot and wet, and you couldn’t stop the quiet moan slipping from your throat. he dragged his tongue slowly along your skin, teeth grazing your jaw lightly, and the second he tried turning your face toward him, you jerked away.
“i’ll fucking kill you if you ruin my makeup.” “such a pretty face with such a filthy mouth. don’t worry, i’ll find somewhere else to leave marks on you.”
his mouth dropped lower again, this time latching onto the spot where your neck met your shoulder. he bit down, hard enough to hurt, hard enough to make you gasp. then he soothed it with his tongue, sucking a bruise into your skin while his hands found your waist. the butterfly top was thin as hell, and he shamelessly yanked it down, exposing your tits.
“fuck, look at you.” your nipples were already hard, sensitive, desperate for attention. he didn’t keep you waiting. his palms wrapped around your chest, thumbs lazily rubbing over your sensitive nipples in slow circles. “perfect tits just begging to be played with.”
you bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan, but then he pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers with just the right amount of pressure. “ah!… hnnnh!” “yeah, that’s it. lemme hear those pretty little sounds.”
he kneaded your chest, teasing and squeezing your nipples on purpose, tugging at them until you arched back against him, your ass pressing against the huge cock straining in his pants.
“nice skirt,” he muttered against your skin. “bet you wore it for me.” “wore it ’cause it matched the top.” “doesn’t match shit. you wore it so i’d have easy access.” “in your dreams.”
his hands left your chest, and for a second you thought maybe you’d pissed him off. instead, he grabbed the hem of your miniskirt and yanked it up to your waist, exposing the wet patch soaking through your panties. the cool air hit your skin and made you shiver.
he spread your legs apart, forcing you to stand wider. one hand slid around to the front, dragging slowly down your stomach until his fingers found your clit through the fabric. he pressed down hard, rubbing over it through the thin lace, and your knees almost gave out instantly.
“ah! fuck… choso!” “look at you. already wet for me, huh?” “fuck you.” “that’s the plan.” his fingers pressed against your pussy through your panties, feeling the heat there. “jesus christ, you’re soaked. and you’re really gonna stand here and tell me you didn’t plan this?”
“my body just does what it… nnngh!… does…” “there she is,” he practically purred, working slow, torturous circles against you. “wanna act all tough? your pussy says otherwise. soaked my fingers through your panties already. guess she’s my biggest fan, huh?” you wanted to argue, but the words died in your throat while your fingers gripped the edge of the vanity hard enough for your knuckles to turn white.
his thumb sped up, flicking against your clit in fast, ruthless motions. you were so wet slick was already running down your inner thighs, and he pushed his middle finger barely an inch inside you before pulling it back out, coating his thumb with your wetness. “that’s right, baby. gonna show you just how small my cock really is."
the sound of his voice right by your ear, the wet noises of his fingers playing with you, the sight of it all in the mirror — it was too much and somehow still not enough. you heard the sharp click of his belt buckle, the rough sound of his zipper. then he freed his cock, the tip nudging insistently against your wet folds.
but he didn’t push in. not yet. instead, he wrapped a hand around himself and dragged the tip between your folds, sliding up, spreading your lips apart, pressing right against your clit, then back down, rubbing the head against your entrance without actually entering you. over and over again. slow and fucking torturous.
“wanna feel just how messy you got for me,” he muttered, almost to himself. he watched his cock slide through your pussy, collecting your slick. “look at that. you’re fucking soaked because of me. got me covered in you.”
“you asshol— choso, please…” “shh, i know, i know. but first i wanna see what kind of mess you can turn into. wanna feel you dripping all over my balls before i stretch this sweet pussy out.”
he kept rubbing against you, dragging himself through your folds for another fucking minute. every time the tip brushed your clit, your whole body jolted, muffled little cries slipping from your lips. “aaah!… just… ngh!…”
finally, when your legs were shaking so hard you could barely stay upright anymore, he lined himself up. he pushed in an inch — just the tip — then pulled back out immediately. then again, a little deeper this time.
“look in the mirror,” he ordered. and you did. your eyes were glazed over, cheeks flushed, chest rising with ragged breaths. one of his hands gripped your thigh while the other guided himself against you. “want you to watch me fill this cocky little pussy with my cock.”
then he slammed into you in one rough thrust all the way to the base, and you watched your mouth fall open in the reflection. a high, broken sound tore out of you, eyes widening when you saw yourself taking all of him. he was big, stretching you almost painfully, but your body adjusted greedily anyway, clenching tight around him.
“fuck… haaah! mmngh, fucckk, cho—” you whined, palms pressed desperately against the vanity. “look at that,” he grunted, nearly pulling all the way out before snapping back into you again. the sound of his hips smacking against your ass echoed through the room. “look how you take it. what happened to all that shit you were talking now, huh?”
you could barely think straight, let alone form words. he filled you so deep, so completely, stretching your walls while they squeezed around him greedily, and the mirror showed everything — your tits bouncing, his hand gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise. “still… haah!… still waiting for somethi— mmmh! — impressive.”
he laughed, but it broke off into a groan. he sped up, thrusting harder now, the mirror fogging up from your breathing. his hand left your thigh and cracked against your ass with a sharp smack. “yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he hissed, smacking the other cheek next. “can pretend all you want. your pussy’s squeezing me like it wants me buried in here forever.”
blindly, you reached back, grabbed his hair, and yanked his head toward you. he hissed from the pain, but it only made him thrust deeper, harder, his rhythm stuttering. “fuck— ha! ah! — you…” “already am, baby,” he shot back right against your ear, breath hot and uneven.
his hand found your clit again, rubbing tight circles over it in perfect sync with every snap of his hips. the double stimulation was overwhelming. you could feel the pressure building, your orgasm winding tighter and tighter low in your stomach. “cho… please… mmnh!” “please what?” he leaned down, licking a stripe of sweat from the side of your neck. “please faster? please harder? use your words, pretty girl.”
“please, just fucking move.” “there’s my good girl.” he fucked into you faster, deeper, and the sounds filling the room were obscene “the wet squelch of his cock sliding into you, your breathy moans, his low groans, the vanity creaking and rattling against the wall.
he buried his face in your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, and you let him, because it felt way too fucking good to stop him. “gonna leave my mark on you,” he muttered against your skin. “make sure everyone out there knows whose pussy this is.” “you don’t” haaah… own m—” “tonight i fucking do.” his teeth scraped against your shoulder.
his thumb circled your clit while pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your stomach, hot and relentless. your thighs trembled, your breathing broke into shaky little sobs. you wanted to hold out longer, just to make him work for it, to prove he was just another asshole with an ego way too fucking big, but he was so deep inside you, filling you so perfectly, hitting places nobody else ever could, and you couldn’t hold back anymore.
“choso… nngh!… i–i’m gonna.. fucckk!” “cum on my cock. cum on my cock and look me in the eyes when you do it. wanna feel your greedy little pussy milk every last drop outta me.”
your eyes locked with his in the mirror — completely glued to each other, and that was what finally shoved you over the edge. you came with a broken cry, your pussy clenching around him over and over while he kept fucking into you through it. “haaah! ah! fuckfuckfuck! choso!” “fuck, that’s it. squeeze me. squeeze my fucking cock.”
he was close too. you could tell from the way his rhythm started breaking apart, from the bruising grip he had on your thigh. you reached back and wrapped your hand around his throat. “pull out,” you said, your voice rough. “if you cum inside me, i swear to god i’ll cut your dick off while you’re sleeping.”
he froze for half a second before laughing. “you’re fucking insane,” he said, but he still pulled out with a low groan. his cock was wet and swollen, and he jerked himself off twice, three times, eyes flicking between the mirror — your ruined makeup, your fucked-out expression and your bare ass, red from all the smacks, before he came with a loud groan.
“you look so goddamn pretty, fuckfuckfuck.” his cum splattered across your thighs, dripping down onto your soaked skirt, your stomach, even a drop landing on your exposed back. he was still coming, body twitching while he slumped weakly against your shoulder, breathing hard.
you pushed yourself off the vanity on shaky legs and turned to face him. his cum cooled against your skirt, your top hanging open, your hair completely wrecked while he stared at your swollen, wet pussy and smirked. “can’t let the others see you lookin’ like this, can we? want me to clean you up?”
more ? art from @ thatsallitchief on x | sparkle from @ kthice
a/n: this is not dub-con / non-con, more like a hate-sex but without actual hate lol; wanted me some em and christina aguilera story
Shoko glides her tongue right between your puffy folds, flicking onto your clit and making you gasp out, head falling back against the pillows that smell just like her.
'Mnh, you like that, hmm?' She's damn near laughing at you, her nails pressing into your thighs, dark eyes lidded and dilated almost black. "Answer, sweets."
"Mhm!" All you can do is arch more for her, for your roommate who you never thought would be drinking your cunt up. You'd come home utterly horny despite your date being the worst, and Shoko's eyes had locked right in between your thighs, where slick was dribbling.
Need help?
Who the fuck were you to turn down that? To gently tug at her silky dark locks as she trails her fingers through that fucking mess you're making, humming on your clit, your juices drooling down her chin.
"Ngh! Shoko!"
She slurps it all up, slender digits pumping inside your needy walls, she can't help but grind right up against that pillow between her thighs, hoping she can swallow all your clear cum before your other roommates get there.
She just knows Satoru and Suguru will be so fucking mad she tasted you first.
Well, their fault for going to an all day movie marathon, even better for her to part your folds and spit on your clit, smiling at your gasp, at your shaky thighs.
"Have you not been eaten out?" You shake your head. "I'll take good care of this pretty pussy, don't worry."
She's dragging the flat of her tongue on your clit even faster, your screams echoing in the apartment as she drinks your cunt right up, her two fingers stretching out your messy hole. The squelches alone are loud and filthy as you feel your core tightening, closer and closer, blood rushing through your ears.
That's when you hear it.
The door opening, two idiot men laughing and shoving each other, but Shoko doesn't relent one bit, no, she keeps fingering you, looking back at the men at the doorway with dropped open mouths, smirking with her slick face.
"Oh you're so mean," Satoru looks at you now, his eyes dilated bright fucking blue - "I wanted to eat her first!"
"Y-you did?" Your brows draw together in confusion, Satoru strips his pants off so quickly it's fucking comical, as that little pink tongue hits your twitchy clit again, you can see his cock slapping his flat abdomen.
Suguru is still utterly mesmerized by the sight of not just you - but Shoko's pussy right in the air.
"I've already had your panties in my mouth," Satoru walks over and leans forward, stroking his veiny cock now, whining out as your mouth kisses the tip. "Please, pretty girl, wear this as your gloss?"
"You're so fucking corny," Shoko mumbles, leaning up to nip your hip with her sharp teeth, Satoru's gliding his tip in and out of your mouth, Suguru moving closer, eyeing the sight of you.
How filthy you must look.
Thighs spread, her head between your thighs, a pink tip leaking white into your mouth. Suguru can't help but glide two fingers and slide them inside Shoko's cunt, leaning over and pressing kisses right along your ribcage, dark hair falling against your skin.
"You're that wet licking her, huh? Slutty pussy," she moans out, her tongue working you faster, but he yanks them right out, making her huff in frustration.
"You're an idiot too," she swears, Suguru sucks her juices off his fingers, just to tug your head away from Satoru's cock, leaning over you now. You're so fucked out and needy, from all three roommates all over you, it's impossible to take it.
"Open f'me, princess," Suguru murmurs, you do just that, opening wide as he spits Shoko's juices right in your mouth, the sight of it having them pause for just a moment. "Mmm... good girl."
You cum right on Shoko's fingers, they all avidly watch - Satoru's milky drops falling on your face."
"My turn," Suguru hums, making Satoru scowl.
"My turn!?"
"I'm not done yet, go jerk off in the corner," she orders, but they really just don't listen.
helping toji work out always gets a little distracting. . .
“c’mon, you gotta count, doll.”
toji’s lying flat on the floor, hands behind his head as he starts another set of crunches. you’re sitting comfortably on his hips to keep him in place, but you’re clearly not taking your job very seriously.
every time he sits up, instead of calling out the next number, you lean in and give him a quick kiss.
“that was… um…” you mumble, tapping your chin like you’re actually thinking. “three? no… wait— four?”
he comes up again— another kiss.
“you forgot already?” he says, clicking his tongue after.
“…maybe.”
another crunch. another kiss.
he smirks, finally catching on.
“you’re not even trying to help me work out here.”
“i am!”
“nice try.” he raises a brow. “you’ve had me on the same rep for two minutes.”
you try your hardest to look innocent, but the smile on your face gives you away.
“i just keep losing count..”
“mhm.”
he comes up again, stopping just inches from your face before you can steal another kiss.
“if you want a kiss,” he says, that smug grin spreading further across his face, “you just ask, hm?”
“but this is more fun..” you pout.
he sighs, but one hand settles on your waist.
“fine.”
this time, he leans in first, stealing a kiss before dropping back down.
“…now count for real.”
“one..” you start counting again.
he sits up again— you kiss him.
“…one,” you repeat.
toji just looks at you for a second before letting out a laugh.
ꮼ jason!sukuna is always so pent up when he comes home
big & tall hot killer sukuna, est relationship, explicit smut, penetrative & unprotected sex, cervix kissing, creampie, & not proofread. art by kcocaine.
You could just tell Sukuna was exhausted when he got home, tossing his hockey mask onto the floor, spitting out some blood into the ashtray that must've seeped through the holes on the cheeks, before groaning & making his way to the bathroom,
He'd been out, killing. Again & it seemed this group of teenagers had greatly pissed him off.
Which of course meant you'd have to listen to him complain, extensively, like you did every time he'd dealt with a particularly nasty group.
Though he has a nice way to keep from boring you with his rants...
Sukuna huffed, folding you into a mean mating press as he sank the tip into your greedy walls, watching your eyes flutter. "Not even in yet and you're already losing it."
"Ryo." You grumbled, swatting lazily at his chiseled chest, "Don't be a prick, quick teasing."
"Yeah? Quit teasing? Okay." He hissed roughly, before quickly bottoming out in a single thrust, each thick inch stretching you around him with a hiss.
"Sukuna!" You hissed, sinking your nails into his shoulder, accompanied with a whine as his abs tensed.
"Quit squeezing so tight." He grunted, holding his hips steady, giving you a moment to adjust to his size. "We just started. Can't have you thinking I'm a minute man all of a sudden."
Your free hand pressed against his abs, pushing his hips back just a little. "Jesus Kuna, warn a girl first." Your thumb trailed against his happy trail for a moment before flicking your eyes up to meet his gaze. "You can keep going."
He stayed still for only a moment longer, before giving an experimental thrust & audibly moaned at the sensation. "Fuck, you're perfect."
He watched a flush of red dust the apples your cheeks, before setting a downright ruthless pace, pressing his face against your throat with a groan.
The sweet sting of his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust caused your spine to tingle.
"Oh, baby. Just like that you feel so good." You whined softly into his ear, and it felt like your body was levitating rather than being pinned by him.
His mouth buzzed as he pulled back with a grumble, "Stupid fucking teens, trespassing all the ti—" He gave a particularly cruel thrust & instantly paused at the sensation of your nails sinking into his shoulder.
"Tough day?" You teased, playfully scratching down his back for a moment before he shot you an icy glare & buried himself to the hilt.
"Yes, it was a tough day." He hissed, rolling his hips against yours, drawing a lewd gasp from your lips before grinning & drawing his hips back to set a relentless pace once more. "Trespassers never learn."
"Aw, baby—ngh—you still do good." You assured, eyes fluttering as he repeatedly brushed your g-spot.
"I know that." Sukuna rasped, gripping your hips, pistoning his cock in and out with a scowl on his face. "Doesn't mean I—fuck—like people bothering us."
His eyebrows briefly twisted in pleasure before a deep groan escaped his lips.
"Mm-hmm. I know." You nodded against the pillow, trying to keep your voice steady as the tightness grew in your lower stomach, crushing Sukuna against your chest. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Sukuna took the sign to shut up & latched his mouth to your throat, as his thrusts became sloppier.
He sucked on the skin of your throat & rubbed your hips as his abs tensed, thighs shaking against the round of your ass with a groan.
Grasping a tuff of his hair, you peeled his off and pressed your lips against his as white-hot pleasure tore through your bodies.
He thrusted one last time before spilling his seed deep in your womb before sighing breathlessly. "Fuck."
"Do you feel better?" You cooed, bringing a hand to rub his rough cheek, before kissig the one opposit his face.
"Don't patronize me." He hissed before kissing your forehead. "Yes. I do."
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : not sure if anyone's written a jason!kuna fic before, but I saw fanart of my favorite character to write for & my favorite horror movie, so I whipped this up !
cw : est. relationship, men who yearn, physical affection, slightly suggestive, pet names, high effort boyfriend, tattoos & piercings mentioned, not proofread, art f-tality0
ⓘ Featuring alt!choso boy friend hc's !
alt!choso is a hopeless romantic first and foremost. If he finds something he likes, he wants to share it with you, which is why your wardrobe has almost doubled since getting with him.
He'll buy matching band shirts, necklaces, shirts he's outgrown, rings, everything he thinks you'd like he'll find a reason to give you.
alt!choso has a beautiful collection of jewelry for all of his various piercings; he'll let you hold him down & switch out each little piece for fun. Jokingly grumbling for you to at least match them.
He'll pretend he's annoyed until the moment you roll off him & hold one of his mirrors up to show the mismatched jewlery.
alt!choso surprises you with DIY gifts all the time. He took up pottery in his free time & makes you little trinkets—he even surprised you with mini versions of yourselves for your birthday.
alt!choso is a very physically affectionate person; he'll walk up behind you and just press quick kisses into your shoulder while wrapping his arms around you.
He also loves when you toy with his hair & scratch at his scalp while cuddling.
alt!choso buys you posters of your favorite bands & gives them to you with your favorite candy each time he gives you one.
alt!choso lets you take the lead in bed; whether you're on top or not, whether it's rough or gentle, the pace, how long, everything's always up to you.
alt!choso loves it when you trace your fingers over his tattoos, humming in contentment at each soft touch & questions about each design scattered on his body.
He'll lie down & let you color in a few whenever you ask, as long as the markers are gentle on the skin.
one day toji was fixing your car, for what? no idea but you know he looks good doing it.
“done staring ma?” you snap out of your traze. “wasn’t staring..” “you were, what do you need?” he pulls something and throws it on the ground his eyes looking down at the inside of your car hood.
you shake your head and he smirks, “think someone is calling you” you hum and nod and flee from the scene to the living room.
it’s your best friend, you answer the phone. “hello?” “heyy girl, we still going to that club?” you hum and peak into the garage from the hallway and whisper. “yeah, not that we’re doing anything bad just.. keep it down.” you chuckle nervously. “toji gets jealous sometimes.. though it’s totally hot-“ “totally not.”
you scoff and roll your eyes. “whatever, it makes it harder for me to go out to party-“ “party?” you groan and hang up when you hear a deep voice, obviously from your fiancé toji.
“no..” he raises his eyebrow and walks up to you and plops down on the couch with a squeak looking up at you. “you leaving me baby?” he squints his eyes his voice deep, his lips poked out, not mad but controlled, he looks so—
you quickly shake your head then he pats his lap and you sit on one thick thigh. his hands rest on your waist “so why you going to a party, ‘n you not telling me bout it?” he looks at you up and down, slowly.
you wince and shrink down, your shoulders tense. “relax ma, I ain’t mad just disappointed.” you look into his eyes, then put your finger on his chin tilting his head up he’s smiling, black marks on his stretched out tank top which absolutely makes him reek of gasoline and on top of that he’s all sweaty. “why do you look so… good.” he smirks and raises eyebrow “what?” “like so.. attractive, when your being assertive, or.. or even fixing my broken down car.”
he scoffs and chuckles and then kisses your collarbone. wrapping your legs around his waist he puts his big rough hands around the nape of your neck pulling you down. your eyes shift quickly, though you’ve been together for over 5 years you still get so nervous.
“because.. I’m toji.” he winks and pulls you in for a kiss his other hand on your waist squeezing. you breathe heavier as he doesn’t let you pull back for air.
your lips sliding off of each other he tilts his head giving him more room to play with you. this kiss feels more like a punishment then just passion, even though his kisses are always so damn passionate.
you whimper and he slows down letting you adjust, making you think that you have control, your nails find his shoulders to dig your nails as you push yourself up further on his lap. he slips his tongue through your already swollen lips, sucking harder he wraps his tongue around yours perfectly not rushed, pulling but definitely not to hard.
your hands wrap his neck feeling his veiny muscular neck, that alone makes you moan. finally he pulls back with a loud pop! and a string of saliva following right after. you gasp for air and breathe heavily “f..fuck” your at a lost of words
“still wanna go to that party?”
you look down and shake your head, he smirks and you nuzzle your face in his neck while he’s rubbing your back. “text her and tell her that then.”
just how you like your men, dominant and submissive.
boxer!𝑦uji, who has permanent calluses across his knuckles and apologizes every time he wants to hold your hand. "Sorry—they're kinda rough."
boxer!𝑦uji, who looks for you first after every fight, whether he won or lost.
boxer!𝑦uji, who also lights up the second he spots you in the crowd.
boxer!𝑦uji, who constantly aches after practice causing him to instinctively crawls into your arms, mumbling about nothing.
boxer!𝑦uji, who texts you before every match:
"Going in. Wish me luck baby! 🙏❤️"
boxer!𝑦uji, who's not embarrassed to kiss you in front of the cameras, especially after a major win. Even deepening the kiss, you could feel him smiling against your lips.
boxer!𝑦uji, who always smells faintly of athletic tape, laundry detergent, and mint gum.
boxer!𝑦uji, who happily gives you is medals to wear after every win.
boxer!𝑦uji, who pulls you into the tightest hugs after winning, careful trying not to get blood or sweat on you, but also unable to let go for like a full minute.
boxer!𝑦uji, who falls asleep immediately with his head tucked between your neck because post-fight exhaustion hits him like a truck.
boxer!𝑦uji, who gets super clingy on rest days because he’s not used to not training, so he ends up just following you around the house like:
“What’re you doing now?”
“Can I come too?”
boxer!𝑦uji, who gets quiet after bad matches and won’t talk much until you sit next to him and he slowly leans into you, seeking comfort.
boxer!𝑦uji, who is incredibly gentle with you despite how violent his sport looks from the outside.
Ryomen Sukuna stars in a cheesy romance short film
fluffy :)
This is apart of my hispanic Sukuna agenda from my last post I thought this was funny so please don't bash me on this. Just an au where Sukuna would be half Japanese half Puerto Rican. Also cause I seen so many fan art with Yuji and Miles Morales being friends as well sooo yea. Hope you guys enjoy ;P
Puerto Rican Sukuna who watched “in the heights” and telenovelas religiously with his aunt.
His aunt always tells Sukuna he needs to find a girlfriend, have kids and settle down.
Sukuna always chooses to brushes it off with a simple "no! don't think I'm there yet I'm just living life".
In which is aunt argues back "well you aren't getting younger you don't want to end up like your grandpa and old lonely grump do ya?".
"No tiá" the pink haired man backs down.
"Then find a Esposa so I can have little kids running around mí casa" his aunt says.
He sighs. Why should he have to rush into anything? What’s so wrong about being single forever?
"You'll have to pray really hard for that to happen" He speaks up.
"I do already, what happened to that girl you were with her hair was crazy and she was always on you" the older lady questions.
"that didn't work out tia I'm not really looking" Sukuna mumbles.
He’s never looking apparently, just another weak excuse to get his aunt off his back. But the excuses can only last so long.
"Sobrino, no puede ser soltero porque eres demasiado guapo para vivir así, ya se que no puede ser feliz así " she shakes her head in disappointment. (My God! You need a wife, you're too handsome not to find one. Living this life won't bring you happiness)
"Don't worry I won't die alone plus I have (name) to keep me company" the young man smiles to himself.
"I like her why don't you go out with her" his aunt pats his head.
"Eeh she's not into me and we are good friends" he shakes his head.
"Disparates, you're only saying that because she's too good for you" the older lady shrugs her shoulders.
"That's not it tiá".
"Sí it is and you keep believing that she's never going to like you" His aunt starts playfully hitting him on the arm.
Sukuna takes a bite out of the tostones as his focus shifts back to watching the telanovela. A vibration from sukuna’s phone slightly startles him. His aunt snatches his phone before he can answer the call. Her face popping up into the gram of the phone.
"Hii mija como estas" the elderly lady beams in the camera.
"Bein señora is Sukuna there?" the younger girl replies back with a smile.
"Oh yes he is he told me that you're too good for him-" his aunt starts before sukuna takes the phone away.
"That's enough tiá" he grabs his phone and walks to the kitchen.
"I love your aunt" she laughs.
"Yea ustedes están volviéndome loco" Sukuna rolls his eyes.
"ey" his aunt threw her sandal at him and good aim to it hit his head.
"Did your aunt cook?" the girl continues.
"Yea I'll bring you some later" he replies.
"No ser tonto invítalo para acá que diga ella que trae Marta" his aunt hushes. (Nonsense have her come here)
Sukuna rolls his eyes "you don't have to come if you dont want to-".
"I can come I'm in that area anyways, what's one quick stop" she says in glee.
"oh ok see you when you get here-" the younger man gets cut off by his aunt.
"tell her to bring Malta”.
“ok see you soon"
He hangs the phone up
"Papa if you don't confess to her now someone else will" the senior lady chimes in.
That stays in sukuna's head he doesn't believe she'll see him in that light, she probably doesn't even feel that way towards him. In reality he's scared that she actually does believe he's not enough for her. So what's the point of getting his heart crushed and a friendship ruined.
"What are you thinking about papa" his aunt questions.
"Do you think she really likes me?" the man asks.
His aunt looks at him in administration "Suku I see the way you look at her and I see the way she looks at you".
"that's helpful" he huffs.
"listen you are an amazing boy any girl will be lucky to have you-".
"but?" he raises a brow.
"You are always grumpy, mean, childish""she starts to rant.
"ok what are you getting at tiá" he sighs.
Maybe he isn't getting it his aunt thinks" you aren't too exciting to be around yet she loves being with you and takes the time out of her day to do it".
"so what?" he lays his head on his aunt's shoulder.
"So anyone who loves you would do things like that" she huffs.
"but what if I say the wrong thing" he worries.
The older lady believes she has an idiot for a nephew at this point. "ey dios mio you always say the wrong thing and she is still here".
Hhe nods in agreement "I just don't-".
Tthe door bell rings, Sukuna gets up and opens the door for her a pack of Malta in her hand.
"Hi kuna" she walks past him into the kitchen setting the pack down on the table.
"hola Mija" Sukuna's aunt gives her a hug.
"ey mija you look tired Que pasa?"
"Oh nothing just studied” the girl shrugs.
“you need to give yourself a little break sometimes" the lady pats the younger girl's head.
"I know but what would I even do with that time" the girl puts her bag down on the nearest chair.
"you could eat like you always do" Sukuna chimes in.
"shh suku" his aunt waves him off.
"hey God forbid a girl is hungry" she laughs.
"maybe you can take her out suku so she can spend her time with you" his aunt says wiggling her eyebrows at him.
His eyes widen. "that won't be necessary tia".
"I'm not opposed to the idea we haven't hung out in a little bit kuna" the girl speaks up.
"we hung out yesterday" he deadpans.
She rolls her eyes "ok but still too long".
" sigue ahí vas a tener niñitos con pelo rosado corriendo todos lados" (soon there will be little pink haired babies running around here) his aunt claps her hands.
"EY TIÁ POR FAVOR" he groans putting his hands on his face in false agony.
"Oh- I don't you think it's early for kids?" She laughs sheepishly.
"never too late" the aunt smiles.
"I'm sorry about her" he breathes out.
She shakes her head. "it's fine kuna your aunt is just joking anyways".
"yea she loves to joke" he scratches his head.
"but it would be funny seeing little versions of you" she laughs.
His face burns red "what do you mean, like our kids".
"what? no" she laughs awkwardly.
"I mean like when you get your wife and then you have kids who looks just like you" she says shyly.
"oh because I thought you meant us having kids", he feels stupid why would he say that. STUPID STUPID.
"oh no no that's be weird right" she laughs.
"yea so weird" laughing off the pain, he sees his aunt on the couch shaking her head in disapproval.
He shrugs his shoulder "what?" He mouths.
"tell her" she mouths back.
"um (name) can I talk to you for a sec" he scratches his neck.
"sure" she looks up at him before putting the malta in the fridge.
"in private" he says looking away from her.
"oh of course ok" they walk out side of his aunt's house.
He doesn't believe he's about to do this, years of yearning, insecurity, doubt, the unbearable feeling of butterflies doing drive byes in his stomach and 18+ thoughts in his brain. Nothing would've prepared him for this moment this exact second.
"How long have we known each other" he questions.
she thinks, "oh um I'm not sure a couple years now".
"ok and in all those years I've never met someone who-" ugh he feels like he's about to puke this isn't real.
"you have been loyal trust worthy caring and tolerant of me, even though I'm such an asshole" he huffs.
"ehh you aren't so bad" she shrugs.
He breathes out. "ok but you have been here and as we got closer l've gained feelings for you, i understand if you don't feel them too but i had to let you know. a smidge of hope that i have left, because I couldn't stand the thought of losing you because I didn't have the balls to tell you how I felt".
She shook her head.
"goodness, finally I'd thought you'd never spit it out".
Hhe looks confused "huh what do you mean".
She gives him that "are you serious" look. "you're so oblivious kuna, it's sad really".
"ugh now you need to spit it out woman" he says impatiently .
"I love you too kuna I hope you know I thought it was obvious" her eyebrows fur.
Sukuna's heart beat starts to pick up."you do? But what about that whole children comment".
"l was just as nervous as you were I'd love seeing little versions of you AND me running around your tia's home" he rolls his eyes.
"l thought she scared you away! was actually going to off- " his words are cut off by her soft lips on his.
Her lips taste like a strawberry cupcake, his favorite in which it became her favorite too. His hands wrap around her waist pulling her closer as her arms wrapped around his neck, while her fingers played in his hair.
"Por fin mi sobrino nos va a morir soltero. Gracia Dios" (omg my nephew isnt going to die alone thank you Jesus) his aunt screams from the window.
Their lips disconnect, she lets out a little laugh.
"tiá Tía eres màs bulloso, vuelve a la casa" he yells out. (aunty you are so nosey get back in the house)
"let her have her fun kuna, we can have our own fun later and we can give her those nieces and nephews she wants" she giggles.
