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︵ ೀ mdni. so the rumors are true, frat boy!satoru really is stupidly big

you swear you’d never end up here.

you swear on your GPA, your future, and your last remaining brain cell that you would never hook up with a frat boy. never. especially not satoru gojo.

yet here you are, in his messy room that looks like the last time he did laundry was during the obama administration, staring at six-foot-four of naked, insanely sculpted frat boy while he stands there like a proud exhibit at the penis museum.

his body is ridiculous. broad shoulders tapering into a narrow waist, every muscle carved from years of whatever sports he plays when he isn’t throwing ragers. pale skin that somehow still looks sun-kissed across his chest and shoulders, faint tan lines from sleeveless practice jerseys. a happy trail of soft white hair leads down from his abs—abs you could spend hours running your tongue over—straight to the main event.

and god… the main event.

thick, heavy, and already flushed dark at the tip, it curves slightly upward with an intimidating girth that makes your stomach flip. it bobs as he shifts his weight, veins standing out along the shaft.

“that,” you say, “is never gonna fit.”

satoru’s snowy white hair falls messily over his forehead as he grins, those bright blue eyes sparkling. “nah, it’ll fit. i’ll make it fit.” he wraps a large hand around himself, giving one slow stroke that makes your mouth go dry. “trust me.”

“it’s not gonna fit. this thing is massive. like… i’m actually concerned for my internal organs.”

“uhm. thanks?” he looks stupidly pleased, a faint blush creeping up his neck. the cocky frat boy actually blushes at the compliment. it is almost endearing.

almost.

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how you like your men, dominant and submissive

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.

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thatweirddeadgirl

simon ‘ghost’ riley genuinely the type of man to tell his s/o to stop teasing him.

meanwhile his s/o is simply eating the takeout he just got them in their jammies, fresh out the shower while watching their fav show sitting in the most heinous shrimp position.

they’re wondering wtf is he talking about while he’s only a few seconds away from ripping his clothes off and taking them on the couch.

its even worse if he just came back from a mission.

he has to stop himself from letting out a loud moan when he spots his s/o cooking up something in the kitchen, wearing what they call their ‘ugly clothes’ cause it’s laundry day, it’s obvious that they haven’t had a chance to shower and they’re even wearing their thick lens glasses because they ran out of their contacts just the other day.

they have to bat him off with whatever kitchen utensils they’re using because they know he’ll just take them right then and there on the counter or even snatch them up to their bedroom.

and they cannot let that happen again after the last time. their kitchen almost burnt down because they forgot to turn off the stove.

he just loves seeing his lover at their most comfortable, especially around him.

kiisc0ld

ryomen sukuna proves he can treat you better than your asshole bf

ryomen sukuna does not concern himself with the miserable dwellings of day to day life of peasants (aka his frat buddies)

he parties,he gyms, he balls. he looks good and smells good and keeps his women limited to strict one night schedules.

he doesn't give two shits about who's fucking whom and whichever latest breakups circulating around campus. and he definitely doesn't keep track of his friends' girlfriends.

except when he spotted you one night , sitting in one corner of the raging neon lit room , fiddling with your fingers as you watched your boyfriend dance with other women .

sukuna told himself he didn't care about how your smile kept faltering or how sad your eyes looked.

yet, he never wanted to punch a man to oblivion so much than at that moment. he reigned himself in that night.

but the next time when he saw your crestfallen expression when your asshole boyfriend dismissed your homecooked lunch before the entire team , sukuna lost it.

so yeah. he did punch his teammate and frat mate to oblivion.

the rest was easy and quick. some bruises here and there. a little blood. but his favourite part was hearing your shy mouth yell "fuck you , you bastard" on your boyfriends bloody and beaten face (courtesy of him)

but sukuna's life somehow became even more convoluted after that.

his eyes track the slight colouring of your cheeks , the way your gaze darts away from his as you mutter a shy "thank you" .

the sweet scent of your shampoo lingers in his nose when you pass by him in the corridors. his mind replays the small smile you gave him when he crossed paths with you, in the dark quiet of his room.

days escalate to weeks and he finds himself sitting on the bleachers after practice, eating from the cute pink bento you prepared for him as he listens to you read out a line from your favourite book.

he surprises himself when he throws away his entire stash of cigarettes after you tell him one afternoon that you dislike the smell of them.

as autumn approaches, sukuna finds himself before you , pink cheeked, handing you the books he picked out in hopes that you would enjoy them.

ryomen sukuna did not care about feelings . he never bothered to question his own lack of them. but then how was he supposed to justify the way his heart beat stuttered when you placed a soft, barely there kiss on his cheek after he walked you to your apartment?

ryomen sukuna did not bother with cheek kisses. he was rough and in the bed,took from the women what he wanted.

and you were the antagonist of everything he was accustomed to. because it wasn't rough and hard and frantic when it came to you. hell, he hadn't even tasted your lips, and somehow sex hadn't even crossed his mind.

he was willing to take even the tiniest bit of affection you showed him. and somehow it was enough for him.

with you it was lingering fingers, and soft glances. easy smiles and reading poetry. eating sundaes at 10pm under the streetlights .

and when he realised that he looked forward to hearing your soft voice as you read to him, and eating your handcooked meals instead of his bland protein shakes and walking you home as the lamposts cast a warm glow on your skin—sukuna realised that he was utterly fucked.

because, as much as he wanted to deny it, he was no fool.

he was in love.

polaroidsex

𓍼ོ true form!sukuna who lets you ride his stomach mouth.

you straddle sukuna’s broad torso, thighs already shaking as you hover over the jagged mouth splitting across his abdomen. his four eyes gleam with cruel hunger, watching every twitch of your body.

the stomach mouth opens slowly, hot breath fanning over your dripping folds before a thick, ridged tongue drags out, tasting you like he owns every inch.

“go on,” he growls, voice dripping with mockery. “ride it properly. show me how badly that greedy little cunt needs me.”

you sink down with a broken whimper as the tongue pushes inside you, thick and relentless, stretching you open while the mouth’s lips seal tight around your clit. the suction is immediate and vicious, pulling at the sensitive bundle of nerves as the tongue curls deep, fucking into you with wet, obscene sounds. your hands brace on his chest, hips rolling desperately as pleasure slams through you.

it does not take long before your walls clenching hard around the invading muscle.

sukuna laughs, low and dark, the vibration making the tongue thrash even harder inside you. when you try to lift up cause it’s becoming too much, oversensitive and twitching, his massive hand snaps around your wrist like a vice.

sukuna yanks you back down forcefully, slamming your hips flush against his stomach so the mouth devours you completely again.

“where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he snarls, eyes narrowing. “you started this. now you finish it. keep riding.”

the tongue does not give you any mercy.

it pounds into you faster, twisting and dragging against every spot that makes your vision blur. the lips suck harder on your clit, relentless and wet, forcing another orgasm out of you before the first one even fades.

your thighs burn, body jerking wildly as you sob through the overstimulation, but sukuna’s grip on your wrist is iron. every time you try to pull away or rise even an inch, he drags you right back down, grinding you against the mouth.

“look at you,” he taunts, voice rough with satisfaction. “crying and shaking like a pathetic little toy. my stomach is soaked and you still can’t stop grinding on it.”

this is when a brutal wave hits you, your whole body convulsing as you cum, tears streaming down your face.

the overstimulation turns sharp and electric, every lick and thrust bordering on pain but so good you cannot stop moaning. sukuna’s free hand comes up to grip your hip, helping you move, forcing the rhythm faster and deeper.

you lose count of how many times you tired to get yourself off of him. your voice grows hoarse, legs trembling uncontrollably, slick pulling and sliding down onto his stomach as the mouth laps it all up greedily.

“kuna…” when you go limp, too exhausted to keep moving, sukuna simply uses his strength to bounce you on the tongue himself, wrist still locked in his hold so you cannot escape.

“that’s right. keep cumming for me,” he commands, another dark laugh rumbling through him. “this mouth is not done with you yet. you’ve pissed me off today, no stopping until you’re a sobbing, broken mess who forgets every thought except how full you feel.”

he keeps you there for what feels like hours, the tongue never slowing, the suction never easing, until your mind blanks out completely and all you can do is tremble and take it, trapped on top of him by his unyielding grip.

veilbloom

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, 𝐵oxer!Yuji is your boyfriend⸝⸝.ᐟ

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.

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demiene

› previous piece

𐔌 cw: age gap with reader mentioned to be a student, financial to emotional struggles, not so casual relationship, simon is madly in love and also a perv .ᐟ

simon’s deployment call came at midnight. he had been sprawled over the tangled sheets, snoring loudly with one hand pinned numb and heavy under his ribs and rugged face nuzzled deep into the pillow. the ringtone roused him instantly, his muscle memory taking over before his brain did, not even having to reach out and see the caller id on the screen to know that price was on the other end.

noting the time displayed on the lock screen as his thumb swiped it away, nowhere near dawn yet, he picked up. clearing his parched throat, spitting a rough, barely legible grunt, only to be met with john's deep, gravelly chuckle, stating he needed him on base by sunrise.

the call had ruined a perfectly good dream, leaving him stranded with an aching hard on from remembering the way you squealed whenever he had you split vice tight over his girthy cock, hiccuping in those sweet, shattered whimpers that sounded a hell of a lot better than the focused scowl you wore when busy.

still, he hauled his massive frame up and stretched toward the ceiling until his joints cracked, muttering a curse, rolling his sinewy shoulders before reaching down and yanking a pre packed duffel bag from under the bed rungs. already with his essentials, he only had to get dressed and remember to pull his worn out balaclava from the bedside drawer.

grumbling under his nose on a way to the front door, he ran a hand through his tousled hair when freezing at the kitchen threshold, hooded gaze landing on the fridge. stacked neatly inside were the stash you’d made for him, some meaty pasta, seared beef slices with vegetables in a savory sauce, and even freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, his stomach putting up a starved roar.

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♡ simon ghost riley x female reader ♡ 18+

You don't know what it says about you that you fell head over heels in love with a man who was born in the same decade as the Walkman, but frankly, you don't care. The list of reasons you're utterly obsessed with Simon Riley is long, sordid, and gets you wet just thinking about it.

First, there's the age thing. The man is a fucking masterpiece of maturity. He’s not some fumbling boy trying to figure it out; he's a man who knows exactly what he wants and exactly how to get it. His mind is the sexiest thing about him, a razor-sharp, tactical whirlwind of strategy and dark humor that could keep you captivated in a conversation for hours. That brain of his you'd gladly let ruin your life, and you often do.

But then, there's the body. Christ, the body. It's a fucking temple to the concept of 'daddy', and you're its most devout worshipper. He's a wall of a man, with arms that could probably bench-press a small car and a chest that's a perfect canvas for your scratches. And his belly... God, his belly. It's not a washboard, and thank fuck for that. It's a soft, solid, warm plane of flesh that yields under your fingers when you dig in, a delicious contrast to the hard muscle everywhere else. It's a testament to his strength, and you want to press your entire body against it.

When he fucks you, it's the first thing you feel after his cock splits you open. That soft, warm weight of his stomach pressing down on you, squishing against your own belly, grounding you, claiming you. It's the most intimate sensation. Yet, for all his sheer mass, he is so incredibly careful with you. He bears his weight on his forearms just enough so he doesn't crush you, his massive hands framing your face with a gentleness that contrasts wildly with the brutal pace of his hips. He watches your eyes, tracking every hitch in your breath, constantly checking to make sure you're keeping up with him.

dolcemisu

frat!kuna finds reasons to talk to his tutor outside of sessions ! (shy!reader)

it was currently three in the morning and for some reason, your phone was going off. you lifted your head up and reached over to grab it. you winced as the bright screen blinded you, squinting and groaning softly. after you recovered, your jaw dropped. to your surprise, sukuna of all people was blowing up your phone.

sukuna: hey, you busy right now? sukuna: and it’s alr if you are, nws sukuna: or like, if you’re not in the mood to talk too, that’s fine. sukuna: just lmk

you were baffled. he quadruple texted you within five minutes. part of you wondered what was so important. you shot a glance at your roommates bed. it was empty. before you lost your nerve, you hit the call button on his contact.

he picked up after the second ring. despite you being the one to call him, you froze. what do you say? do you tease him for waking you up and quadruple texting? you were so in your head you didn’t release a good couple of seconds went by without a word from you.

“hello? you there?”

your stomach twisted in knots. it was just a phone call, why were you so anxious? he’s been nothing but kind to you ever since you met. the way you presented yourself didn’t seem to really matter to him. yet it mattered so much to you.

“yes, sorry,” you swallowed hard.

“soo… i’m assuming you’re not busy?” he asked, his tone slightly teasing. your lips curved into a smile and you quickly cleared your throat. you weren’t sure why you felt this way about someone you tutored. you didn’t mind them usually, but you never spoke outside of sessions, let alone did you look forward to them. you wondered what he wanted to talk about so badly. was it school related? what is it wasn't? either way, the butterflies in your stomach made you even more nervous.

“nope!” you immediately winced at how enthusiastic you sounded. you probably sounded like an obsessive dork. which you weren’t, not at all. you were above that. even though everything pointed to that.

"so i'm doing tonight’s homework and i'm lost. the process is long and stupid, and i don't really understand it. i was wondering if you could explain it maybe...?"

huh, of course he was contacting you because of schoolwork. you scolded yourself for even entertaining the thought that it was something else.

"yeah no worries." you said carefully. your enthusiasm has since faded. you felt like a clueless idiot.

"let me facetime you and show you." you froze, facetime? you were in your embarrassing pajamas, hair up in a bonnet, no makeup on. crap. the sound of the facetime request blared from your phone and your heart stopped. with a shaky breath, you hit accept and braced yourself.

"aw, your bonnet is pink. cute." he grinned at the phone. he was laying in his bed with his arm behind his head, no homework page in sight. you blinked at him. his compliment made your brain short circuit.

"yes it is, uhm, thank you." you cringed and moved out of the frame. you heard him chuckle and the embarrassment alone ate you alive.

"anyways, as i was saying..." he droned on about the problem and yet, there wasn't a notebook in sight. was he reciting it from memory? you offered some input and he thanked you, praising you for your help. you couldn't help but frown though. the problem sounded oddly familiar. that's when you realized: the two of you had gone over the exact problem last session.

"correct me if i'm wrong but, didn't we already go over this problem?"

it was his turn to freeze up. "oh? we did?" he asked all innocently, eyebrows furrowed. you gaped at him before giggling.

"yes, yes we did sukuna," you giggled.

"oh? then that's my bad then." he shifted and you could see a worn stuffed animal on his bed. adorable. "hey, those highlighters you used last time, where'd you get them?" he ran his fingers through his hair, a smirk tugging on his lips.

oh, so he did remember the last session. all of this was making your head spin. so was he doing this on purpose? was he making fun of your highlighters too? that was a low blow...

"from this stationary shop in town." you replied. your tone wasn't rude or anything, but there was definitely a shift. you didn't have it in you to hide your disappointment. you thought the two of you had somewhat of an understanding of each other. you thought it wasn't all in your head and that you got along pretty well.

"hmm. i want some, we should go sometime," he suggested. "i think they'd help me focus better." he shrugged.

together?!? you tilted your head at him. "oh no, it's okay, i can give you directions, you know..." you said timidly. first calling you at an ungodly hour, then asking to hangout? did tutors hang out with their mentees? you were pretty sure that didn't happen. like ever.

"i clearly have terrible, terrible memory, so i'd think it would be best if you went with me, you know? just in case." he wasn't even trying to hide his grin anymore. you could see all 32 pearly white teeth. you couldn't help but mirror his smile. the butterflies in your stomach wouldn't let up as it all sunk in. he's asking you out.

"okay then," you agreed, failing to contain your excitement. "just in case."

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theorphicangel

child of divorce yuji forcing you to call your ex!husband sukuna to say goodnight.

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you had refused all week to give into yuji's plan that he had stolen from the internet. you were mature, healed and too busy to deal with these little dares. but it was up until one bored evening where you had finally succumbed to his challenge.

Your phone was on speaker, with the line ringing for the contact name of your ex-husband which was simply titled 'sukuna'.

no love hearts, no kisses or nicknames. you were completely over him and have been for years. the only reason you stay in touch with him is for Yuji's sake.

"I don't think he'll pick up yuj' " you murmured to him slightly. "your dad's been busy these past few days.'

and just like the old days, Sukuna always manages to prove you wrong -he always needed to embarrass you, even when he wasn't even here in the flesh.

"hello?" a coarse voice rings out on the other end of the line.

"hello." you respond and immediately you feel your stomach fall in knots. you're nervous. and you don't even know why.

looking up at yuji, his expectant face is watching eagerly as if he enjoys torturing you. he mouths "say it! say it!" and you feel like you have no choice but to continue with your dare.

you swallow down your nerves and attempt to speak as nonchalant as possible. "I just wanted to call and say goodnight."

There's a pause and there's something inside you that just knows how much he's smirking right now.

"Oh really?" he starts putting on a sultry tone, "you haven't done that in a while, is something wrong?"

you pull a face, willing your body to not fall for his tone of voice. no you won't fall like you did all those years ago. absolutely not. "No, I just wanted to say goodnight."

"do you need me to come over and tuck you in as well or....?"

"no! uhm, I mean no I'm fine but y'know I hope you have a good night."

yuji's meanwhile in the corner of the room clenching his stomach and trying his hardest not to let out a laugh.

"hmmm."

"what?"

"cut the crap."

"I'm not-" you start but sukuna manages to cut you off pretty quickly.

"listen, either tell me what you really want or don't bother wasting my time."

you pull a face, "me telling you good night is a waste of your time now?"

"yes."

"what are you even doing right now? it's 11pm and i know you don't have shit to do."

"don't turn this on me, baby, this is all about you."

"don't call me baby." you mutter.

"then don't call me to say good night."

you roll your eyes, you should have known that even the conversation of 'good night' would naturally turn into an argument between the two of you.

"is yuji good? you sure you don't need me to come over to help take care of a pre-teen?" he mocks.

"i don't" you bite, "i was just being kind and saying goodnight, i know how lonely it must get over there. are you sure you're doing alright?" your tone is filled with sarcasm, attempting to play sukuna at his favourite game.

"i dunno', " he starts, "i might need to come over to your bed so you can keep me company.'

you immediately hang up. you're done and finished. whilst yuji's laughing away in the corner all you can do is roll your eyes at the conversation.

but there's a little part.

a little part of you that you won't ever admit to yourself that misses him.

unbeknownst to you, on the other side there's still a smirk on sukuna's face as he sets the phone down, ruminating on the fact that there's also a part of him that misses you.

part two here!

mrsblaileen

Accidentally calling Sukuna “daddy” and doubling down on it when he questions you. nsfw 18+ mdni.

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It had slipped out before you can think better of it. In the throes of pleasure, struck by the heat of it and with drool beginning to dribble out from the corner of your parted lips you’d said it - “daddy”.

Before you could even consider how odd it really was, how jarring and out of place it might have sounded to someone so removed from the modern age as Sukuna. But with him moving above you, all rippling skin and thick firm muscle, that lewd honorific was all you could think to utter - to cry out in a strangled moan when he sunk back inside so deep that a sizzle of little stars danced in your vision.

“Daddy?” He echoes the word with a flourishing scoff, though it’s not judgement that laces his tone, to your dulled surprise you find that it’s interest.

“Well you’re -hn-…” you begin to reply, only to swallow down another choked moan when his hips roll in a particularly well placed thrust, “you’re gonna take care of me aren’t you?”

“How archaic,” he replies plainly, and though he offers nothing further you can tell by his sudden silence that the great cogs of his mind are turning.

Typically he would be teasing you, cruel taunts snuck between deceptively sweet little slips of praise. Not that you can find it in yourself to really concern yourself with his lack of banter, or with what he’s thinking about. Not with the way each steady pump is knocking all sense of coherency loose from your brain, adding a fine layer of dreamy fuzz over your vision.

mrsblaileen

dom!Sukuna who’s fine with you touching yourself, so long as you don’t put anything inside... nsfw 18+ mdni.

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“You’re soaked. Really gave her a workout, hm?”

His thumb swiped between your legs slowly, lazily. Just enough to graze over your clit, still perked and twitching with residual little sizzles of pleasure.

He paused a moment just to watch you clench around nothing, to indulge in the feeling of your clit pulsing beneath his thumb before his touch dipped lower. Calloused fingertips traced around your entrance, smearing the slick left drooling there in the wake of your nth orgasm.

“But not here, right?” He questioned, voice nothing but a deep rumble as he teased at your rim.

You shook your head slowly, feeling dizzy and a little breathless. Brain fuzzy now with the delicate brush of his fingers tracing your neglected entrance, and the way his voice felt over your ears - silky and utterly decadent.

“Of course not,” he soothed, voice still low, painfully intimate, “because only I’m allowed inside, isn’t that right, pet?”

As the last word left him, his wrist finally moved. Two thick fingers slipping inside with an ease that made your stomach drop and your pulse leap to a frenzied thrum. Your body welcomed the contact, sucked the length of him inside greedily until you felt the heel of his palm grind against you.

rawme-price

Sheep hybrid!ghost who hates his hybrid side, despises being such a weak domestic animal.

He spends years keeping his hybrid side locked up tight, suppressing his herd instincts and keeping his wool-hair shorn to the root. Ghost hasn't vocalized since roba, everyone believes him to be human. The perks of being low-presenting, it seems.

Then you transfer onto base, a sheep hybrid who makes no effort to hide that fact.

For a while, ghost staunchly avoids you. He doesn't like the way his instincts start screaming about the flock just because a fellow sheep is nearby.

You must smell it on him, because you're constantly trying to talk to ghost. Tail wagging, fluffy ears twitching when you catch him in the hallway. Always followed by a dopey smile.

The thing that really catches ghosts attention is your wool. Thick and grown-out, you wear your wool with pride. It turns you all soft and round edges. Secretly, ghost likes your wool. He stares at you across rooms when your back is turned, wondering if his own wool would ever be that long.

Only for you to come back from leave with practically zero wool.

For a startling, horrified moment ghost convinces himself he somehow convinced you to hide your wool with all his staring. You smile at ghost, all starry-eyed and soft. "I made you something, sir."

From your bag you pull a long wool scarf.

It's clearly made from your wool, still smells of you. You bahh happily as you wrap it around his head and next, creating a sort of impromptu wool coat of his own "now we match!!"

...if ghost spends his whole day with his nose tucked into the scarf, wondering if being a sheep is so bad...that's his business.

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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.

“…we’re gonna be here all day, aren’t we?”

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postpartum depression is real, and ryomen hates it

tw: postpartum depression(ive never been pregnant so im trying my best) cursing, fluff flufff and angstttt, ryomen being the softest human being ever, mentions of death, DIDNT PROOFREAD

you’re lying in bed on you stomach, face smashed into a very fluffy pillow ryomen invested his money into.

thoughts running a million miles per hour, ryomen is in the next room rocking your beautiful newborn son to sleep. you let out a loud sigh, you’re body rightfully drained, never have you felt this tired before and you’ve done sports before.

your brain feels the same as your body, tired.

just extremely.. “tireddd” you groan.

the door behind you opens “babe?” you grunt. ryomen immediately crosses the room to be by your side, you never grunt, normally you hum when he or someone catches your attention.

he knows something is wrong.

he knows you’re tired.

“talk t’me” you shake you head then you feel two hands grab your waist. he gently places you on his lap, you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

“can’t.. m’so fucking drained ryomen” your voice cracks and you feel your eyes getting wet. “i know baby, i know, if there is anything i can do.. let me know.”

in a moment of silence he runs his rough hands softly up and down your plush thighs.

you nod, you’re face now smashed into his neck not the pillow. “maybe they should’ve let me di-“ his eyes shift towards you. “shut up” he pulls up and holds you up.

“shut the fuck up” you’re eyebrows knit together “excuse me?” “you’re fucking excused” you roll your eyes. “don’t ever say that, ever again.” he grabs your face, your face squished.

“im sorry for being rude, but i don’t want to hear that sentence come out from your damn mouth ever again, you deserve to be here.” he lets go of your face and kisses your cheek. “we deserve to be here, with our son, who’s asleep”

“yeah?” he nods “hell yeah baby, you always wanted this, i know you’re not at your best but you look-“ trying to control his words he looks up and down at you slowly. “like a mother.”

you smile “don’t lie to me, i look a complete mess, I don’t think ive showed in 3 days.” he hums and leans in and sniffs. “ewww ryo!” you giggle and he smiles “smell good too.” “you’re so nastyy”

he kisses your cheek “im sorry” he looks down, ashamed? “wait what, what are you sorry for?” he shakes his head his smile faded into a frown, different from his normal pout.

“ive been so engrossed into taking care of yuji.. i- fuck” his voice cracks “i almost forgot about you.. about us” you kiss his shoulder. “i forgot about myself too, don’t be sorry.” he sighs and shakes his head “I should be sorry, extremely.”

he picks you up and gives you a bath, rubbing your back and washing your body letting you unwind and ease your mind.

finally.

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The team has been trying to help Simon get better at flirting.

It started off with Johnny noticing how Simon’s gaze often lingered on you, the newest truck loader.

Then he blabbered it off to the entire team. So yeah— Simon may have banged his head against the wall in his quarters and slept that night thinking about choking Johnny.

But here he was, after a long day of being convinced to talk to you.

You had just finished unloading the last truck of the day and what better time to talk to you than now?

“You gotta be confident and bold with your words, L.T.” Kyle’s words.

“No, you have t’ be funny. Make ‘em laugh.” Johnny’s words.

“If all things fail, just ask ‘em for coffee.” John’s words.

Simon took in a deep breath and smiled (the best he could. He doesn’t smile often). You didn’t even catch it either; he was wearing his damn balaclava. “You just started working, yeah?” he asks, stuffing his hands into his vest. Confident, check.

You took off your gloves and patted your sweaty forehead with your arm, “mhm! About two-ish months ago,” you tell the older man, giving him a polite smile.

A quiet hum fell from Simon’s lips as he rocks on his heels a bit, “Once saw y’ trippin’ over a box,” Simon says bluntly. Funny, check.

You stared at him, blinking twice and half expecting him to finish his sentence.

He didn’t.

Instead, the two of you had a staring contest while Simon’s face burned behind the balaclava.

“You can trip on me,” Simon suddenly adds. Funny and bold… check?

Your brows knitted a bit, “what…?” you ask with an awkward laugh.

Fuck.

This wasn’t going how he imagined it to go. He imagined him coolly leaning against a wall or something while complimenting you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Do you have coffee?” Simon changes the topic, his entire face blowing up with steam.

Off to the side, John stared at his teammate with a heavy sigh and rubbed his temple. “Bloody idiot asked for coffee,” he mumbles.

Kyle shrugs a bit, “T’ be fair, you did say to ask for coffee,” he says, defending his lieutenant.

“Implying to ask for a coffee date,” John replies bluntly. “Fuckin’ disaster of a man.”

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visiting your jailbirdhusband!sukuna

“again ryomen?”

he looks down in shame. and ryomen sukuna is never ashamed of anything he’s done, and he’s done a lot of shit.

“that asshole was putting his hands on you” he huffs and looks at your chest instead of your eyes “so yes, again” you’ve never looked this visibly annoyed, and what was scaring him even more is how calm your voice was.

“look at me, not my tits ryomen” you narrow your eyes, he immediately looks up “yes ma’am” you grab his collar and the security turns a blind eye(he’s been getting on their nerves also)

“when I say no stupid shit, that means no-” you give him a hard slap “-jail, got it?” he just nods his face didn’t even budge, of course you don’t intend to harm your husband and you’re not abusive. sometimes with ryomen sukuna you literally need to smack some sense into him.

“yes ma’am” he nods again, “can you bail me now?” you roll your eyes “im not picking you up again, call choso” ryomens eyebrows knit together in annoyance “but i want you to pick me up” if anyone didn’t know any better, he’s whining for you to pick him up.

“no ryo” he tilts his head and subconsciously pouts then leans in “cmon woman, stop being a brat” his words have no bite, but when you smile he scowls.

you take a deep sigh and close your eyes, “last time” “i promise baby” he smirks.

you both know this definitely isn’t the first, nor the last.

ps. ok pinky promise this is the last drabble after this ima finish two more request than boxer choso is coming😭 taglist : : @in-aa @chewiebee @applelite @crybabylulu @yassifie-d @ai-no-tegami @silverwfern @oksukuna

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