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i have a guts x fem! reader request! guts being absolutely possessive in bed but so loving and sweet afterwards

Hell yeah, a Guts post! ✍(◔◡◔) I've wanted to write more for Berserk, so thank you!

I hope it's OK if I wrote for Golden Age! Guts

18+ Only Please

All you can do is focus on the tent wall in front of you as your hands grip the cot for dear life. Your insides feel like they're being rearranged by the very man hovering over your body. You can hear his deep grunting beside your ear with every move he makes.

Though you know Guts is a warrior just like yourself, he's never seemed (at least not to you) like the type to be that aggressive. He actually quickly warmed up to most members of the Band of the Hawk when he first joined. So, you are completely taken aback by his dominant actions tonight.

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➷ JEALOUS FRAT!KUNA ACCIDENTALLY LEAVES HIS DOOR OPEN WHEN HE BRINGS YOU OVER [FWB]

[ TAGS ] — MDNI 18+ ONLY. nsfw. fwb. piv. raw. exhibitionism. creampie. spanking. PROTECTIVE SUKUNA. CAUGHT. heavvvyy spitting. slight degradation. DUMBIFICATION. slight angsttt. dacryphilia. cunnilingus. fingering. scent kink. OVERSTIMULATION. oral m!recieving. wc: 6.6k

it was an honest mistake. that’s what you keep telling yourself.

you could blame yourself just as much…but then again, how could sukuna have forgotten?

it was a long weekend, and by this time everyone had already boarded their planes, busses, trains, taxis, whatever, and headed to some trip for the next five days, the campus was practically deserted. your un-ideal friend group, shoko, utahime, her crush yuno, nanami, gojo, geto, and sukuna happened to stay that thrusday night.

either way, you all find yourselves at a high end club gojo had dragged your friends too — he’d heard a couple people from the sports teams were gonna be there since a friend managed to land a spot opening for the DJ.

“woah, the line is so long,” shoko grumbles lightening her cigarette as you all follow gojo in a single file line. sukuna and gojo were both wearing backwards baseball caps as geto leans towards shoko for a light.

“no problem no problem,” gojo waves you all to keep following.

your knee high boots hit the pavement with each step, heels clicking as the warm breeze brushes your black skirt. you instinctively move to keep it from lifting up, unaware of the line of men you’re passing against the wall. your fingers casually fix the spaghetti strap around your neck as you walk, keeping your risky black top from flashing anyone.

cold annoyance crosses a certain man’s face, his expression dropping as he clenches his jaw. you really have no idea how you come off to other people, sukuna tsks. he easily maneuvers himself to the inside of the street, purposely blocking the pervy mens view of you. one hand casually sliding to your exposed back — just a few flimsy ass strings keeping your shirt together — guiding you forward.

“have you ever been here before?” you ask, oblivious to what he’d done, but clearly irritated by how crowded this club is starting to look.

the frat boy clicks his tongue, “can’t remember. he’s taken us to a handful of em’ so I can’t tell the difference from the outside.”

once you reach the front of the line, gojo, as confident and privileged as ever, makes his way to the bouncer. you and the rest of the group stand ideally by, yuno and utahime are giggling, shoko and geto smoke with nanami waving it away, and sukuna’s thumb occasionally rubs your spine as you stand with your arms crossed, brushing your hair off your face every time the wind blows it. neither one of you bat a single eye at the people glaring at you on the line, or whispering, or pointing.

“this better not be some stinky cesspool,” shoko mutters, as utahime chimes in, all of you watch gojo closely as the bouncer calls someone out of the club.

you raise a brow as the man’s face lights up upon seeing gojo. the man embraces the snowy haired frat boy, just for him to say something in the man’s ear making him bark back with laughter. then he turn to you guys, pointing. and in seconds, you’re all inside, cutting the insane line that rounds the block. a few people curse out in anger, but none of you bat an eye as sukuna’s the last to step in, with his hand in front of him on your waist, keeping you in eye sight.

the club was as loud and chaotic as gojo had mentioned, and he definitely knew his way around. he slipped past the crowd like he belonged there, your wrists stamped, security nodding as you followed gojo up the stairs toward the VIP balconies. below, the dance floor churned, lights flashing, and bodies jumping in unison, while up here the air felt sharper, cooler.

“you’re welcome,” gojo cheered, allowing you all some breathing room as you packed in, grateful that you’re not squished down there, which is where you’d all be if it wasn’t for mr. daddy’s connections.

that’s how the night started. leaning over the railing, laughing too loud, drinks already being chugged down, watching the chaos from the perch. first was hime and yuno who went to down to dance, then gojo, who caught some girl’s eye, then shoko pushing nanami down, but the two just ended up chatting in the corner with some familiar friends. geto was flirting in the balcony over. and you were left with….

“how much are you gonna drink tonight?” sukuna husks in your ear, arm wrapped around the back of the booth, leaning in close.

your hand grazes his thigh, resting your head back on his toned arm, lashes batting up as you eye the sweaty flush that’s already dusted his cheeks. you can only guess you have the same look in your eyes as you gaze down at his lips. you fix your position, chest rising up, catching the way his red irises flick down to see your tits.

“until you tell me to stop,” you answer, devilish smile tugging at your lips. sukuna snorts licking his bottom lip, his arm that was wrapped around the back of the seat, curls around you, pressing his fingers to your jaw, tilting your face up. his breath fans against you, lidded gaze set on your eyes.

“yeah?” he husks.

you hum, chin tilting up, “yeah.”

is it the alcohol, or do you always look so precious? his heart beats a little quicker as you stare up at him, your pupils growing as your lips part with a gentle exhale. do you know how hot you look right now?

his head dips, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. neither of you bother with the crowded club, the base of the music thumping your hearts as he easily sets his drink aside, free hand now brushing your waist, the other curling up your throat, guiding your lips how he wants.

your tongues collide, hot breaths mixing as you deepen the kiss. your chest turning, and fingers curling around his nape. your drunk lips always become greedy. hopefully, it’s only ever been with him, he thinks.

he pulls away after a moment, panting against your lips as you heave quietly. his hand touches your exposed thigh, red iris’s flicking between yours with unspoken words. words that look like a blur in his mind when all he can see is the girl in front of him. the one twirling the short hair at his nape around her finger. the one that’s slowly getting him riled up after one hypnotizing kiss and look in her eyes. the same one that’s leaning up again, ghosting her lips over his—

“hey! no sex in the booths, come dance, losers!”

utahime huffs, reaching for the drink she left, grabbing yuno’s drink along with hers. gojo stumbles up to the balcony as well, downing another drink. “haha I put a song request in—“

“how?” utahime gasps, just for gojo to throw a casual shrug, because isn’t it obvious how?

“I have my ways,” is all he says, before he’s narrowing his eyes at sukuna, and the firm hand he has high on your thigh. “no fucking in the booths—“

“why does everyone keep saying that?” sukuna barks, followed by your hum as you stand up. what you weren’t expecting was utahime’s narrowed eyes and gojo’s knowing scoff.

he points at you both, “you two are the ones saying this relationship is JUST sex, that’s unless…?”

though slightly tipsy, utahime immediately catches the annoyance that crosses sukuna’s face, along with your subtle eye roll at gojo’s obviously subtle accusation. you two are unbelievable, she thinks. her heart beats a little quicker when she notices sukuna’s eyes flick over you when you reach for your glass. his gaze settling on your ass, then your face. she seriously can’t tell what’s going on between you guys anymore. it gets more and more confusing by the day, and it’s like you both are actively avoiding a fire that you’re both flaming.

“come dance with me a bit!” utahime grabs your wrist before you can argue.

“woah, hime,” you stumble slightly, but catch yourself. you miss the slight flinch in sukuna’s movement at your little stumble, but gojo doesn’t. his brow raising at his friend, just for the tatted man to tsk, “what?” he snaps, chugging his drink.

the club was much livelier on the main level. the balcony though more bearable, was disconnected from the youthful fun that’s pumping through your veins now. especially with your friends jumping beside you. gojo had maneuvered his way over, nudging yuno in utahime’s direction. neither of them realizing that without utahime, you were now much more vulnerable…

geto was flirting with two women he’d brought up to their vip section, while sukuna watched from the railing, his eyes narrow the second he finally sees utahime leave you. my turn.

he chugs his drink, hissing at the burning sting, and quickly heads down, unaware of the crowd that started swallowing you up. by the time he’d reached you, the bass had thickened, the floor vibrating under his boots, and the space around you had changed.

men he did and did not recognize lingered too close, their eyes tracking the sway of your hips, the careless bounce of your skirt as you laughed at something someone said. you were loose in that way you only ever got with your friends, shoulders relaxed, head tipped back, guard completely down. sukuna felt a dark pit swirl in his chest.

you didn’t even notice how the circle around you had tightened, how utahime’s absence left a gap no one respectable bothered to fill. and that was the problem—you trusted the room because you thought you weren’t alone.

he slowed just enough to take it in, jaw tightening as blood sizzled hot beneath his skin. it wasn’t just the stares, it was how easy you made it look, how effortlessly you stood in the crowd, how you smiled without thinking who it was for. his presence cut through the crowd before he even touched you, knocking into shoulders aggressively until they began parting like water. especially when he caught the eyes of a few familiar frat brothers.

people stared. watching the man with face tattoos shove through the crowd, until his hand finally touches your waist, firm and unmistakable, it wasn’t gentle. it was a reminder. his.

the men watching noticed immediately. you did too. your breath hitched as you turned, surprise melting into something softer when you saw him. sukuna leaned in close, mouth near your ear, eyes still sharp and daring anyone to test him. “i take my eyes off you for two minutes,” he murmurs, low and dangerous, “and the whole room forgets how to behave.”

your lips part in mild shock, cheeks heating as you lean your back into his chest. “you were staring at me?” your light tease elects a squeeze to your waist, the music getting you to sway your hips back into him.

“are you surprised?” he husks, keeping your body pressed to his.

you smile to yourself. you place your hand over the one he has on your waist, head tipping to nudge his face. your breaths mix, his body easily moving with yours and the beat. he wasn’t a dancer, he mainly lurked in the back, or poured drinks into womens open mouths. the most he’ll do on the dance floor is this, and it’s only because of how familiar his body has gotten to you.

“I’m surprised you want to dance,” your cool response earns a devilish glare from the man. your ass pressing against his crotch, feeling the hardness in seconds.

“feels more like somethin’ else,” he whispers in your ear, both hands digging into your hips, keeping your ass grinding against his growing bulge. “y’er getting excited after a few drinks?”

“I’m happy about the break,” you smile, turning in his arms, your hands sliding up his shoulders, before they wrap around his neck pulling him to your lips.

from an outsiders point of view, you looked like the description of a flirty couple. the intimacy of your close faces, words exchanged in whispers, hands wandering each other with familiarity.

but it wasn’t like that.

and a few of the guys in the crowd were from campus, and a couple were aware of the sexual relationship the vp of the frat and infamous hot headed captain of the soccer team had with this girl. rumors always spreading, dating/side-chick/stalker, but most ruled, at the end of the day, either of you are fair game.

however, the way sukuna glares at them over your shoulder, says otherwise.

“it’s a four day weekend. fat cry from a real ass break,” he corrects, but you shrug.

“even better,” you whisper, lips hovering his, your heels lifting off the sticky floor to stand higher, “means we can fuck all day, right?” his jaw clenches, heat crawling up his neck at your vulgar choice of words. “you’re not leavin’ for the break?”

“no,” he husks, the reply quick, earning him a wet kiss from you. he hums in satisfaction, parting his lips for you, just for you to exhale, warm breath entering his mouth.

“then I wanna fuck,” you sigh, “tonight. in the morning. the afternoon, when the sun sets—I wanna feel so full. so satisfied. that I’ll just die in limbo, until the break is over.”

holy…fuck.

his cock swells in seconds. your words flooding through his veins and chubbing up his nine thick inches. the veins around his arms and biceps strain. muscles flexing as he groans into your lips. sharp teeth flashing as he bites your bottom lip, hand firm as it dips over your ass, squeezing over your skirt.

“y’er fucking drunk,” he murmurs, voice dangerously low as you continue moving your hips to the beat, his thigh managing to slot between your legs as your lips part against his, gasp getting swallowed.

“do you not wanna fuck me, ryomen?”

he clicks his sharp tongue, eyes growing dark.

“woah—“ you let out a surprised gasp as he spins you around, pulling your hips back, back hitting his chest. his lips drop to your ear, confidently grinding his thick bulge against your ass, squeezing your waist. “grab your shit from the booth and I’ll call an uber.”

he pushes you forward after a mean kiss, hand slapping your ass forward making you let out a little yelp. sukuna licks his teeth, possessive eyes tracking your figure as you quickly move through the crowd and up the stairs. your cute self glancing over your shoulder, catching the tatted man still staring at you just for him to shoot you a wink. dumbass, you think.

as you grab your purse, finishing your drink you’d previously left, sukuna was pushing past sweaty bodies, bumping into familiar faces, before an arm catches his shoulder.

“you leaving?” geto stumbles slightly, laughing as a girl clings to his other arm.

sukuna hums, eyes briefly flicking over his friend and his plaything, before he’s glancing down at his phone. sukuna barely hears the next words geto is saying, instead he manages to catch you heading to the exit, blood steaming at the sight of two men lurking behind you.

“fuck this,” sukuna barks under his breath. you’re not even looking over your fucking shoulder, he swears. his blood curdles as he looses sight, knocking people’s drinks as he shoves past the crowd.

you hadn’t even noticed the shadows that tracked your every step. your fingers once again fixing your risky top, balance off as you stumble on your heels again. your eyes widen, just for an arm to quickly catch your waist, keeping you from falling on your face.

“oh—shit,” you gasp, regaining your balance as you laugh awkwardly, eyes glancing up at the unfamiliar face. “thanks,” you give a tight-lipped smile, hand coming to the man’s arm to brush it off your waist, now that you’re standing. however your blood runs cold as you feel him squeeze the flesh. your heart dropping to your ass at the grip that tightens arounds you.

“heading out already, cutie?” the slimy voice sinks in your ear, making you flinch back with repulsion.

your eyes flash with anger—“dude what the fuck!—“

before you can blink, the man is suddenly hitting the ground, making you stumble just to feel another arm pull you back, “you’re unbelievable,” sukuna seethes, his possessive arm around your waist quickly pushes you to the exit.

“woah, I can’t walk that fast, man,” you stumble for the thousandth time that night, desperately fixing your shirt as it flows with your steps.

that’s when he snaps.

his muscles flex as he dips down, with such ease, the hand on your waist drops lower and lifts you off the ground with one muscular tatted arm.

“woah,” your eyes widen, holding his shoulder for balance as he keeps one arm free to shove people aside and slam out onto the street. your heart stutters, cheeks growing hotter as he walks a few paces down the street before dropping you on the pavement. “lol thanks,” you giggle, the alcohol in your system making you a little tipsy. however, sukuna just tsks, arm still around your waist as he keeps you close, fingers flicking through his phone just to see the uber pull up.

“c’mon,” he manhandles you the entire way, unbothered by your protests for him to stop pushing you. your eyes easily rolling as you try to shrug the hand pushing at your lower back as you crawl into the uber.

“ryomen,” you huff again, slapping his hand that’s at the hem of your skirt, unaware that he’s protecting your dignity since you’re practically flashing the entire street with your sheer lacey black panties.

sukuna bites his jaw, slipping behind to finally slam the door shut. once again, you’re fixing your top, shuffling beside him as the uber starts, your skirt bunched high up your thigh as sukuna’s eyes flick to the exposed flesh.

“we’re going to my place right?” you ask, brows furrow as you look around, “woah wait—where’s my purse—“

his hand moves it from his side to place it on your lap, your eyes widen momentarily, “thanks,” you fish for your phone, relaxing when you find it, glancing at the man as his gaze remains on your thighs, then to your fingers fiddling with your top, again.

“why’d you wear that if you’re gonna keep picking at it?” he huffs, blood quietly flowing under his skin, palm sliding on your knee, tracing the soft skin up your thigh.

“I haven’t worn it in a bit, so I completely forgot how easily it moves out of place,” you say, fixing it again, sukuna’s eyes darken just a bit when you slip your hand inside to fix your tits. “it makes my tittes look hot, right?”

his grip tightens on your thigh, leaning close to your ear, kissing the soft skin, “mmm, pretty sure that’s what everyone was thinking.” he mutters quietly, kissing your neck again, and again. his teeth sink into your neck, earning a quiet whimper from you before his warm tongue presses against the skin, reliving the pain.

he inhales your sweet scent, a mix of your coconut lavender oil that glistens over your exposed skin, and the natural sweetness that’s gotten more prominent from the dancing and the heat of the crowded club. his eyes roll back, groaning lowly as he sucks another possessive hickey on your neck, inhaling your scent like it’s a fucking drug, hand moving higher up your thigh, as you brush his nape, soft sighs escaping.

it was the unspoken pull, that binds you together.

the twists in your chest and the pits in his stomach, that neither of you address, instead, bound to fall in each others arms for the single purpose of pleasure, relief, and intimacy.

even when he’s pulling away, red iris’s flashing when he catches the driver glancing at your chest as you fix your top again, he doesn’t bother to explain his curdling possessiveness as he snaps. “keep y’er eyes on the fucking road.”

your eyes widen at the sudden bark, glancing at the cowering driver, then sukuna glaring daggers straight into the front mirror. awkward.

sukuna moves his hand from your warm thigh, to wrap around the back of your seat. his jaw ticks as he manspreads like it’s the only way he knows how to sit, his thumb tapping impatiently against your shoulder as he looks out the window. the night has been rubbing him the wrong way the moment you all reached the club. your complete lack of awareness was starting to tick him off even more, fixing your top wherever ever, in front of whoever. he can’t even remember if you’re always like that, but tonight was a bit excessive.

“don’t fall asleep,” you whisper, leaning against his chest as your hand rubs his toned stomach over his shirt, cheek pressing against his shoulder as your hand slides down to his lap, palming his crotch.

“shit,” he hisses, biting back a groan as you lean up to kiss his neck. palming his bulge again just for his hand to grip your wrist, squeezing. “y’ wanna fuck here?” he threatens.

your eyes widen, lips pursing as you softly pant against his neck. “heck no.”

“then stop,” he pushes your hand off his bulge, finally cutting your teasing as you slump in his side. your arm no longer on his crotch, now hugging his torso as you lay your head against his chest, legs thrown over one thigh as he keeps his arm wrapped around you as the other, brushes the outside of your thigh, head falling back as his eyes clench shut.

just sex. he thinks internally.

once the uber stops, he’s quick to tug you out, hand on your skirt to keep it from lifting as you stumble out. groaning again at his aggressive manhandling. “seriously, ryo, I’m gonna smash my face on the ground,” you snap with dramatics, catching yourself on his arm as he slams the car door shut.

“y’know everyone’s been eye fucking you all night?” he clips, eyes glaring as he scoops you off your feet again. one arm under your knees as you gasp again, holding his shoulder as you glare at him.

“isn’t that the point. you clearly wanna fuck me now,” you quip with boredom.

sukuna tsks, lifting you up to fix his hold as he walks up to the entrance. “that’s different.”

your brows furrow tilting your head back, immediately clicking where you are. “I thought we were going to my place?” sukuna fiddles with his pocket, dropping you at the doorstep to pull out his keys.

“I got distracted and accidentally put my address in,” he says, pushing the door open and then pushing you inside, just for you to trip on your feet, then getting pulled back. “your stupid shoes.”

“it’s not my shoes it’s the shoving,” you huff, shrugging his arm off, “wha—!”

your world suddenly flips. sukuna throws you over his shoulder, hand cracking down on your exposed ass, grabbing a cheek aggressively making you yelp. you don’t even complain, not until he aggressively dropping you on his bed, tugging your shoes, just to suddenly pull your entire body to edge of the bed, almost falling off.

“zipper,” you huff leaning up, pointing at the zipper halfway down the boots. he tsks, pushing your hand aside as he unzips the shoes and finally tugs both off. you barely have time to think when he pushes your legs apart with his upper body. “tonight, the morning, afternoon,” he repeats your words from earlier, hands splayed on each of your thighs pushing your legs further apart, tugging your panties to the side, “fuck, you’re so wet.”

your whines bounce of the walls, bucking your hips up as you pull his head closer. your hands push your annoying top off, hand tugging at your nipples pulling a whine from your throat as his tongue dips into your syrupy sweetness, eyes flicking up as he places a hand on your other breast, groping as you whine.

“fuck,” you sigh, hand clasping over his letting him squeeze the pretty flesh of your tits as you wiggle your hips against his face. “love it so—uh-so much, ryo,” your moans sound like fucking sin.

his groan travels deep from his chest pressing his face further between your legs, nuzzling his nose against your clit, tongue following the sticky sweetness to your pulsing hole. your legs part naturally, combing back his hair to tug at the dark roots, hips arching off the bed as he squeezes your tit, nails digging in making you whine out in pleasure.

it was the combination of alcohol, freedom of the long weekend, and overwhelming desire to get fucked dumb, that you didn’t fully question sukuna’s mistake to go to the frat instead of your place. not even when he’s making you cum on his tongue, groaning unbelievably loud as he pulls off, tugging his shirt over his head and climbing up your body kissing up your chest to suck marks along your neck, fingers sinking into your pussy.

“fuck, how wet were ya when we were at the club?” he questions against your neck, curling two fingers, rough digits hitting your sweet spot. you choke, arm wrapped around his neck, tugging his hair up to your face. he grunts at the stinging in his scalp, lips crashing to sink his teeth into your bottom lip making you moan louder. “slut.”

his fingers piston inside your hole, chuckling darkly when your legs spread wide, tongue falling out as he laps at it, messy and wet. unaware of the fact that he’d left his bedroom door wide open.

“angh…haah…mm-ry—ryoo,” you whine so lewdly, it should be illegal to sound so fucking sweet and hot at the same time. he licks every corner of your mouth, grunting in your lips as his forearms flex with each curl of his fingers, spitting a wet glob in your mouth, just for you to choke on another moan as the coil deep in your stomach comes undone.

“you can take it,” he keeps your legs parted, fingering you roughly through your orgasm. your face presses into his neck, a silent moan escaping with a few chokes from the back of your throat, until he’s sliding his fingers out, slapping your clit just for your entire body to flinch. “you gonna answer my question, baby?” he moves to straddle your waist, shit eating grin on his face, as you try to catch your breath. hand on his thigh as he unbuckles his belt and pushes the waistband of his boxers down.

your lashes flutter, eyes closed unaware of the man whipping his fat cock out, hovering over your pretty face.

“answer me,” he husks, just to spit right on his cock, licking his lip as he strokes himself over your face, leaning down to press his engorged tip against your cheek.

you blink, brow raising as you see the scary size dragging across your bottom lip now. “seriously,” you snort, tongue falling out to lap.

“most girls would pull away,” he mutters, holding the base of his cock as he pushes his tip against your pouty mouth, biting his lip once your lips part to plant a wet kiss on it.

you gaze up at him through your lashes. the innocence drips from your expression like you’re just licking a popsicle, fingers moving up his inner thigh. he groans low and rough, sinking his cock past your lips, abs flexing above you as you swirl your tongue around the engorged tip—

“shit!” he hisses sharply.

you suck his tip harshly, hallowing your cheeks in seconds before he tugging his cock out, heart jumping when your teeth skims.

his sharp gaze catches the glint in your eyes. your tongue hangs out again, mouth an open invitation.

“fucking brat,” he swears, collecting your droll, then slapping the heavy member against your tongue. “you like choking on my dick? y’ that desperate to drink my cum up?”

your expression barely wavers, except for the heat that crawls up your neck, your breath uneven at the anticipation because the short answer is yes. you’re desperate for his thick warm cum. your chin juts out, licking his cock as he drags it across your cheek before returning to your mouth.

“open wider, it’s a big fit,” he commands, hand pressing against the wall in front of him before slowly sinking his cock into your mouth. “fhuck.” sukuna realized quickly that the fastest way to make you tear up was to stuff his giant cock into your adorable mouth. the same one that he kisses, and the same one that lets our quiet whines and unfiltered sweet moans.

your lashes flutter shut, nails gripping his jeans as he slowly thrusts his hips in shallow thrusts, eyes boring into your face watching every twitch and tear. he cant tear his eyes away, especially when you start whining around his cock, kissing and spitting when he’d pull out so just hit tip was in your mouth which you seemed to like more. “keep kissing’ it, pretty slut. wet my cock f’er me—you want me slipping in that tight pussy of yours dontcha?”

you hum with pleasure, earning a head pat by the man above. his eyes twinkle as your eyes flutter shut again, kissing and sucking his tip like it’s the best thing to ever go in your mouth. and it was twisted how he has you under him worshipping his cock with thoughts that just revolve around him, and all he can think about is how all those men dragged their disgusting eyes over your figure all night, boring holes into your skin, sick minds wandering when you’d fix your top thinking they’d be the ones to rip it off and have you under them. one even managed to touch you—his jaw clenches.

“how long was your pussy leaking, brat?” he pulls his cock out, laying it against your cheek, just for you to turn your head to nuzzle it like some cockdrunken whore. “shit.”

he rips himself away, hand squishing your pretty cheeks, cock hanging over your heaving tits, nipples perky as you blink up at him. your pretty hand wraps around his wrist, whining, as he squishes your cheeks harder.

you try to speak, words muffled from his grip, he loosens so you can speak with clarity, “you want me to tell you how I was wet the whole time?”

“I want the truth,” he scoffs.

his mind gets distracted looking at your pretty lips, thumb rubbing the soft flesh, unaware that he’d pushed his thumb in, groaning when you start sucking his thumb.

it was always a rollercoaster with you guys. he pulls his thumb out, leaning down so his face was right above yours. “I’m gonna spit on you. tell me.”

were you worse or the same as him? he can’t tell. not when you’re smiling widely, sticking your tongue out for him.

“fuck,” he collects a good amount in his mouth, heart racing as you arch your back off the mattress, thighs clenching as you stare right at him.

he spits.

your eyes flutter. the glob hits your tongue and sends a shock of electricity through your veins, cheeks heating up, and pupils blowing. the satisfaction of being claimed by sukuna was mind-numbing.

you swallow.

then your eyes meet again, and sukuna is awe-struck, as he is whenever you pull shit like this under him. your lips part, licking your lips as you shuffle with impatience, hand rubbing his thigh. “ryo…kiss me.”

fuck pride.

his lips crash into yours.

he wastes no time cradling your head like the most precious thing in the world, swallowing your moans and breath, managing to maneuver himself off the bed. he allows you to kiss him as you’re sat up. your arms are locked around his neck unable to tear yourself away from him as he shrugs his jeans and boxers off, pulling your skirt and panties off before his arms hook under your legs, kneeling on the bed. “big stretch, brat,” was his only warning before he’s slamming his length inside.

you gasp, eyes wide as he pulls his hips back, slamming his girth in, catching his fall with one arm beside your head. “ngh so fuckin’ tight, pussy fits like a fuckin’ glove,” he husks. your nails dig into his shoulder, legs hooked over his arms, as he hammers his cock into your squelching hole, throwing all self-control out the door. you’re crying and whining, and he’s in your ear with low animalistic grunts.

when the ropes of hot cum fill your creamy pussy, sukuna continues pumping his cock, overstimulating your poor hole until the tears have washed your make up off and he’s pushing himself to a second orgasm.

and while you were dumb on this man’s cock, you hadn’t heard the front door, or the group of men and a few women that came back from the club. or that sukuna had left the information of an after party hangout at the frat from you. the opener for the nights DJ was supposedly coming back for some shots with the guys a couple girls they picked up for a chill night.

but what the men heard was the rough rocking of a bed, followed by the sweetest moans ever and rough hot grunts.

“y’er the one that said you wanted to get fucked stupid, but you’re now crying like a big crybaby,” he laughs, choking at the way you clamp up around him. “my crybaby can’t handle this dick anymore?”

“I can!” you cry out, big globs of tears rolling down your hot cheeks.

“then take it,” his hips snap, and you gasp again. his thighs connect to your ass with creamy sticky webs, unbothered by the mess as he folds you into a deeper mating press, groaning at the squelch when he pulls out to slam harder. “gonna pump so much cum in ya, pussy loves my cum, don’t it, crybaby?”

your words are just a bumbling mess. but you manage to whimper a sweet delicious, “y-yess ryo—“

his biceps flex beside you, abs tightening as he feels his balls clench up, “shiit—“

it was a mind splitting orgasm.

his teeth sink into your shoulder, face buried as he groans. you gasp out a sweet cry, one would think you’re just getting your pretty pussy fingered, and not getting fucked by a mean thick cock. but that’s what drives sukuna crazy. the way your moans grow much sweeter the more overstimulated you get. it’d get any man to cum just by the sound.

and he’s no different. his tip pulses, spilling a heavy load deep in your warm pussy, painting your gummy walls a hot white. his chest heaves, skin glistening with sweat as it sticks to yours. his teeth retract from your shoulder, hot tongue replacing the stinging as he licks the mark, kissing it. he drops your legs carefully letting them clamp around his waist, kissing up your neck, and nuzzling his face to inhale the scent of your sweat. his hair sticking to his forehead.

“you still there?” he pants, kissing your sticky cheek before pushing up. caged under him, his eyes darken with pride at the state you’re in.

your lashes coated in tears, your hypnotizing gaze glossed over all the same, and your lips an open pout as you heave. you look like a fucking princess. his hand cups your damp cheek, lowering his face back down.

“wanna kiss from me, baby?”

he was sick. the faux sympathy he’s expressing as if he isn’t the reason you’re a dumb pretty mess. but it doesn’t matter, not when you’re nodding your head, still heaving softly, hand touching his bicep.

“yeah?” he husks, lips hovering over yours. you can barely form words, so all that comes out is a small whine from the back of your throat, and your lips parting for him. “cute,” he mutters, giving you your kiss, thumb caressing your cheek as he carefully pulls out, jaw slacking at the cool air that touches his wet cock.

your eyes flutter shut, body spent as he pulls away, tongue swiping his lips as he sits up, and that’s when he hears the creak over his shoulder.

his eyes snap behind. everything goes dark. the group of men, both athletes and frat guys, all huddled at the top of the stairs, feel their hearts drop to their asses when they lock eyes with scariest most intimidating man on campus. excluding two, a certain white haired man, along with his smug best friend, albeit both their faces are flushed a deep crimson, but when sukuna’s irises gleam a dark threatening red, they don’t cower like the other men scrambling to explain.

“who leaves the door open!?” one sputters.

“who is that—“

you stir on the bed, vision blurry as you try to sit up. “what—“ but sukuna flips the throw blanket over yours, standing up.

completely comfortable with his masculinity, he walks up to his door, a few men stumble back and sukuna hadn’t noticed the few girls within them that had also come up to look. what he did notice was the few men that were eyeing you at the club and he was definitely drunk when he left his door open— but still, what’s done is done—

“just sex,” is all he says, loud enough for gojo to hear, making the man scoff.

“you’re a fucking idiot,” gojo rolls his eyes, because yeah, his friend is a fucking idiot.

sukuna tsks, hand curling around his door, “fuck off downstairs.”

the door slams.

gojo shakes his head, turning to shoo the men downstairs as he explains to geto what had happened in the club for the full picture. however, as smart as sukuna thinks he is, he will never be able to understand your relationship anymore. fuck buddies. friends with benefits.

none of it can explain the look on your face when he turns back to the bed. you’re sitting up, brows scrunched together in mild confusion as you hold his blanket to your chest.

“did you leave the door open on purpose?”

his eyes meet yours, kneeling back on the bed. “fuck no, was an accident.”

your heart picks up, body language clearly not easing at his response. “you’re fucking weird, y’know that?” and your tone doesn’t come out as harsh as you wanted it too. it was more of a question than a statement.

“i did tell ya they all wanna fuck you,” he mutters, grabbing his shirt off the ground to wipe his dick.

your head pounds, what is that even supposed to mean? you lay back on the bed, arm draped over your face, “whatever ryo, just clean me up.”

you miss the way his jaw ticks. his brows furrow and stomach churns, what the fuck was he saying that for? he questions himself, muscles tense, as he brushes the blanket off you, cleaning the mess. neither of you exchange any words, both pushing the awkwardness, and the way the air’s grown thick, all for him to press himself against your back, arm wrapping around you with possession, and burying his face in your hair.

and even when the sun rises the next morning, and you’re turning over, you can’t fully stomach the way he acted last night, or what the guys may or may not have seen, so your solution….

“haah fuck,” you sigh, head thrown back, as the man grunts under you, hands digging into your hips as you bounce your pretty self on his mind-numbing cock, forgetting any other details other than the fact that he’s your fuck buddy first.

a/n: I imagined this going in a different direction but I held off on it bc I think it’ll be better for another part! anyways I hope u guys enjoyed it, ik a lot of you were asking for jealous kuna so I hope you’ve been fed just a bit <33 — (divider by @/saradika-graphics)

rawkuna

୨୧ frat!sukuna waiting outside the library for his shy girl just to get a taste

he’s banned from the library.

you’re still not sure what the final straw was—vaping in the silent zone, hotboxing the stairwell, calling someone’s econ group “broke losers with no pussy”—but the front desk staff knows his face now. they don’t even give him a warning anymore. just glare at him through the glass if he so much as stands outside for too long. doesn’t stop him, though. never does.

because every night you study late, he’s there.

just loitering. half-slouched against the bike rack, hood up, headphones in, tapping the toe of his sneaker against the concrete like he’s counting down the seconds till you come outside. you pretend not to notice him. pretend your stomach doesn’t flip when you see him through the exit doors, arms crossed over his chest, mouth already twitching into that stupid little grin.

“took your sweet fucking time,” he says when you finally step out.

you don’t respond. just let him take your backpack without asking, like always, like it’s nothing. he slings it over one shoulder like it weighs nothing. it’s not chivalry. it’s just him. rude, smug, and territorial as fuck. walking you back to your dorm like he owns the sidewalk, like no one else on this campus is allowed to look at you for too long.

“why do you always act like you’re mad at me?” he asks, like he’s not texting you constantly. like he didn’t blow your phone up an hour ago with: u still in the library? and come outside i’m bored and i’m serious i’m gonna bark.

you glance at him from the corner of your eye. “i’m not mad.”

“you look mad.”

“you’re annoying.”

he laughs. loud enough that people turn to look. and then he nudges your shoulder with his arm and says, “yeah, but you like it.” and you don’t say anything, because he’s right. because even when he’s irritating, even when he gets you in trouble for sneaking past the front desk, you still wait for him to show up. still check your phone. still keep the sweater he left in your bed that smells like weed and cheap detergent and the skin behind his ear.

mourn me: chapter 1.

reiner braun x reader

tw:angst,smut later on,betrayal,idk

descp: its been three years since reiner was announced as the armoured titan and left for marley, the betrayal left you heart broken as you and reiner had a very romantic friendship. Years later you bump into him while undercover in marley with the scouts, years of hidden confessions and tension start to rise as you meet him again.

It’s been three years since Reiner was announced a traitor and escaped.

Three years, and you still can’t move on from what he did to you… no what he did to us all. The betrayal still boils your blood, but every once in a while, those buried feelings claw their way back to the surface.

What you shared with him was never casual. Not even close.

Late-night conversations. Training together after hours. And most importantly—the way he looked at you. He treated you like a feather, like you’d fly away if he breathed too hard. He couldn’t survive a day without seeing your beautiful face. Hell, he wouldn’t even let you go on a mission without him.

Your heart flutters when you think about those memories, and you hate yourself for it. Because deep down, you know it’s wrong. Deep down, you know what once was love will never come back.

He betrayed you.

He left you in the dirt.

Nothing more, nothing less.

current:

“You realllyyyyy need to lay off the wine, y/n.” Jean says, bunching your hair into a ponytail as you lean over the boat’s railing, vomiting into the sea.

Your hands grasp his wrists as you look up at him, eyes glassy. “I know, I know… I’m sorry,” you mutter.

Jean flashes you a grin. “Don’t apolo—”

“HELLO, PEOPLE!! WE HAVE ARRIVED!”

Hange screams, shoving herself between you and Jean and nearly throwing herself over the railing to look at the land ahead.

“Quiet. You’re going to blow our cover,” Levi mutters, quickly grabbing Hange by the collar and yanking her back.

You, Jean, Hange, Connie, and Sasha rush off the boat, with Armin, Mikasa, Eren, and Levi following behind.

Sasha immediately darts toward the first food stall she spots.

“This tastes unbelievable!” she yells, shoving a mysterious white substance into her mouth.

“Y/N, YOU HAVE TO TRY!!”

You dig your finger in and taste it and your eyes shoot open instantly.

“Holy fuck!”

Just as you’re about to ask for more, Levi swoops in and grabs all of you.

“We need to get to our hotel. We don’t have time to waste,” he snaps. “Do not forget why we came here.”

6 hours later — 8:00 PM

It’s dark out when you and Mikasa return from the local store, arms full of ice cream,bought solely because Sasha wouldn’t shut up about how badly she wanted it.

As you turn the corner, you spot a bar.

“I really need the toilet,” you say, pointing at it. “You can go on without me.”

Mikasa hesitates. “Are you sure? You shouldn’t wander alone in such an unfamiliar place.”

“Trust me, I’ll be okay,” you grin.

She returns it with a small smile. “Alright. Goodbye.”

You rush inside, quickly use the restroom, and head back out, and collide with someone much taller than you as he enters the bar.

“I’m sorry-“ you start, looking up…then your heart stops.

You’d recognize that face anywhere. The face you cried over for years. The face burned into your memory.

Reiner.

Of course it’s Reiner.

His eyes flick down to you, ready to apologise for bumping into you,until recognition hits him just as hard. Like your face was engraved into his mind.

Anger surges through your body.

You turn and bolt.

“Y/n!”

His voice follows instantly.

Just like it always used to.

He rushes after you, grabs your wrist, and pulls you into a narrow alleyway.

“Y/n.”

And suddenly, you’re face to face with the one person you never truly escaped. You never did escape reiner, he always haunted you like a ghost day and night. There was never a day that passed that you didn’t think about him.

He lets go of ur wrists and takes in a deep glance at ur face, analysing every feature making sure its the y/n he knows. “Wha- why are you here? Who are you with? Who brang you here? And why are you all alone?” He says in all one breath almost as if hes panicking.

You scoff loudly while running your hand down your face, “you dont deserve to know” you say with a blank expression. Reiners lips start to form a pout as a response to your words. God he really is pathetic, “if this is about what i-“

“Of course this is about what you did!” You yell in his face, “God i hate you reiner, so so much you know that right?” you snap in his face while ur body is leaning against the brick wall of the alley way. “You don’t mean that.”

**not finished as this is a teaser but if this does well ill finish!!**

#aot #attack on titan #anime #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader

attack on titan brings me nothing but happiness n despair

tsukimirecs

104th cadet corps // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

jean kirstein

the roommate

dutch courage

babymaker

washing machine heart

bottled up

i stayed there, dust collecting

santa daddy

cake

wish, wish, wish

armin arlert

for one night

maneater

nine years

secret love affair

ripe fruit.

bright morning

reminder: thank reiner later

definition of a good boy

ocean eyes

mikasa ackerman

idol

bruises

arm wrestling

nocturne

stalker

dust, moon, and silver

the unbearable weight of staying

eren yeager

the way you are

bittersweet

say a little prayer

ocean's breath

midnight snacks

sweet dreams

emotional baggage

all over again

peppermint flavored kisses

connie springer

honey oat latte

promise

the unwritten law of college parties

free

anything but sex

yourm0om

"Not So Fast"

Synopsis: You were happily married to your husband, Toji. You two had two kids, and life was perfect. That is, until you decided to start dinner early, and you found a gun in the cabinet. You decided to send your kids to your mothers to talk to Toji. Only, it doesn't go as you planned

Content Warning: Non-con, begging, crying, gun play, non-con, pussy eating, breath-play, choking the reader unconscious, pet name (Doll), piv, ready gets fucked with the gun, degrading praise, non-con!!!

Now Playing ---- Closer By Nine Inch Nails

a/n: Hey guys... So quick heads up, if you didn't read the synopsis, or the content warning, or see the poll I posted, this story is really dark and possibly triggering to a lot of readers. It was a little difficult to write, but the poll I posted came up to 50/50, so I'm taking a chance, and hopefully this doesn't bite me in the ass afterwards. But please read this with a lot of caution in mind. Anyways, this is not proofread, and comment 🎫 if you wanna be in a taglist for Toji. Enjoy! xx

saintkaylaa

𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙾𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝙼𝙰𝚄 ੯‧̀͡⬮ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

when they are jealous

drunk confessions…pre-relationship

what they love most about you

scheduled sexy time

not saying “I love you” prank

when arguing

raging gamer boys

break up prank

when you get drunk

when you get injured

when they are needy

after an emotional family dinner

when you are jealous

sexting

pregnancy scare

1k special: family groupchat

thirst trap reactions

what would you do if i died?

i miss my ex prank

saying you don’t enjoy sex with them

get me pregnant

unsolicited d*ck pic

sex injury

faulty tampon

wrong person!

i didn’t shave

autocorrect fails

periods, hormones, mood swings

insecurities

fake dating

flowers prank

premium air

txting family

nightmares

you up?

let’s make out

you forgor

face sitting

teasing them for crushing on you: established relationship

kissing & waiting

right person wrong time

vanilla sex

flat tire

stinky

“lingerie”

wrong drink order prank

thanking them for their dick/cock

jerking

size conscious reader

dirty panties

your contact name

flashing them

what leg is it down

revealing outfit

cumming prematurely

lifted sex ban

soft cock

pheromone perfume

the other woman

paying them back

remembering they’ve been in other relationships before

sex gets interrupted

cryptic text

they can’t look while you change

fake black eye

when they are insecure

modesty is best

tongue slapper

goodnight to my ex

mood killer

makeout invite

co-parenting texts

asking your dad for help

divorce prank

𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 ૮･ﻌ･ྀིྀིა⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

what if they had instas?—levi, eren, armin, & jean

what if you had instas?—levi, eren, armin, & jean

sweethearticism

──── 𝓢 EVEN DAYS OF SATORUCEMBER ₎ა ˙˖

♡ :: 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐗 𝐅. 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ੭ ⌗ husband!satoru x wife!reader

after a long year, you find a way to whisk satoru off on vacation for his birthday week. just you, him, greece's sun and all your married shenanigans.

⌗ wc : 2.9k

ᝰ.☆ cws : fluff :: so much smut :: vacation shenanigans :: lovesick reader :: lovesick toru :: oral ( m. + f. ) :: marathon sex :: creampie :: semi public sex :: angst . . .

ᝰ.☆ sweetheart : cooked up something for my baby <3

Satoru thought you were joking at first.

"A whole week?" He blinked, doubt glimmering in his grin. You returned it brighter, hooking your pinkie beneath his blindfold and tugging it around his neck.

"Mhhm. Just you, me," you stood on your tippy toes. "And Greece." Then gave him a peck.

The kind of affection that was warmer than any European sun. The sort of kisses he could drown in rather than the crystal waters. You'd lathered him in them from head to toe— and you both hadn't even left Japan yet.

"Sweet girl— hey—" he huffed a laugh at the terminal, side eyeing airport security and their scowls as your lips smothered his. "C'mon pretty girl."

He snatched your waist. Squeezed. A quiet behave even when those playful blues smiling at you over the rims of his glasses begged you not to.

"It's not even the first."

"And?"

You tipped into him. Like you owned the damned airport and everyone else were simply hired extras. Arms thrown around his neck while his attempted to get you to your flight in time.

"It's Satorucember." You pouted.

"Satoru—cember?" He mused.

"Genius isn't it?"

"Einstein's envious."

You thumped his side and he coughed a laugh. For the next few minutes you withdrew from his arms. Playing up your huffs and avoiding his little pecks. But the second you were sat in your seats? All over him.

"It's an eighteen hour flight, baby," he mumbled into your mouth, hand fixed to the back of your head while the other attempted to jostle your seatbelt on. As if either of you were even listening to the safety seminar.

"Mm, better buckle up in then." You nipped his lip.

"Threats? For the birthday boy?"

"All these flight attendants are gonna hate me."

rintarousdoll

HEY MR POLICEMAN!

younger reader x dilf!coptoji

1.2k words

warnings:..? : age ga (reader is like 27 whilst toji is maybe 43) , creampie, squirting, car sex, drunk sex. and yea lmk if i missed anything.!

you were out at a bar with a few of your friends hanging out, drinking, doing normal stuff adults your age do. your head was starting to spin from all the drinks you were having back to back but you were determined to keep drinking and having fun. that was until toji came in, adding more fuel to the fire that was started by you and your friends. big guy, tall, maybe 6’3 still in his uniform most likely coming back from a late shift at the patrol center. mama like. but of course you hadn’t told your friends you had liked what you seen. that guy looked like he had kids, maybe a wife even and plus, he had to have been at least 2 decades older than you.

“hey y/n, i dare you, to go talk to that big cop guy over there.” you friend dared you, snapping you out if your thoughts. snapping you out a little too much , you didn’t even process the outcome of what you were doing. you just stood up and started walked towards him with your tiny little skirt and low cut v neck, showing your cleavage

“heyy mr coppp” you say slurring some of your words

“heyy baby, you okay? you need any help?” he turns yo you looking you up and down eyes low almost looking tired but suddenly has time to talk to you. looking all young and sexy right infront of him. just like he likes them. “ah im okay mr policeman just wanna know what your drinking.” you say giggling griping his big shoulders

“oh its nothing much, just casamigos. something you probably have already had enough of tonight haha.” he chuckled making fun of your state of mind right now

"ah its never enough, can you buy me oneee mr officer?" you said batting your eyelashes in his face while still gripping on his abnormally big shoulders and arms. "ha, alright fine darlin, but after this im going, i gotta go get my kid from his aunt so its goodbye for ever haha"

"mmm so you have a wife? are you a dirty mistress out at this bar staring and my tits?" you said giggling, wanting to know the truth but also intrigued by his staring.

"nope, just a single father, gotta have some me time sometime you know?." he said, not deny he was staring at your tits i mean, for the record your shirt was cut so low, you nipple was basically almost visible but god forbid a girl wants to have some fun.

after he order and paid for your drink you want back over with your friends whom were shocked and also giggling so much from what you just said and did to the older man. "y/n how the hell did you do it ? im shocked." your friend says

"it was nothin ha, that older man was easier than easy , okay? he kept staring at my tits and my lips every time i spoke to him. hell his shoulders even tensed up when i grabbed them" you bragged to your friends, finishing the drink he just brought for you. you started to put your head down in defeat as to how many drinks you had and after a while, you headed for the door of the bar leaving the older man behi-

"you need a ride home darlin? he said stepping put the bar behind you. "oh heyy mr coppp! ah its okay i can walk home thank you sir." you said walking away before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to his face. "cant have a lil sweet thing like you walking these streets this late and drunk cant i ? so please, i insist." he said looking at your lips the whole time. "if you say so mr cop." you say giggling holding onto his hand, walking into his car. the way to your house was quiet, that was until toji started asking you about your realationship. asking about realationship then turned into your sex life and before you knew it, you and him were pulled over on the side of a dark highway, making out. you straddling him , tongue tied with him moaning all in his mouth. "mmmpf fuck. ha, by the way i never got your name mr cop." " its toji baby. now cmon" he pull you back in for more grabbing your now half bare ass cheeks, grinding you on his buldge growing in his pants.

" this pussy feels so so fucking wet and warm under this slutty skirt and thong." he muffles, kissing you all on your neck down to your cleavage " then put it in toji mmf please." you say whining from. his touch. "are you sure mpfh baby? it has to be fast tho , my kids aunt keep fucking callin." " i do toji" you say moaning and whining.

i mean, of course you has had sex in a car before, i mean you and your best friend has practically eaten each other out in the backseat of you car before, nothing old, nothing new, and you were already sure of the idea of big dick. you had taken it before but when i say nothing. i mean nothing could have prepared your for the size of tojis cock. god you could not even imagine how much dick he was hiding under those tight cop pants.

"you ready baby? your in for a joy ride, ive got the best dick in this town." he chuckled looking at your naked body stretched out in his backseat and he took off his belt, his cock springing up smacking his stomach. he leans over you, spitting in his palm stroking his cock to get it just wet enough to fit into your tiny pussy he rubs the tip on your entrance and your moan so loud, you cover your own damn mouth. one he starts sliding his dick in, you can barley contain your noises he stuffs your creamy panties in your mouth. "you can take it cant you baby, daddys young girl can take all of his cock cant she.' he mocks you "i can daddy. mmpf fuck are you all the way in?" you ask concerned at how much dick is going into your poor pussy "id say im 2/3rds in baby." ad without even giving you time to process, he slams the last third in a just goes ham. he starts pounding into your relentlessly looking you in you eyes.

its been like 5 minutes of nonstop pounding, loud moans and grunts. he has you in a nasty matting press filling your tight pussy back to back with his dick practically touching your guts. "ahh fuck!! i- i cant take it anymore oh oh fuck im gonna-" and before you could even finish your sentance you creamed all over his girthy cock white squirting and letting all of your juices over in his car and his face

"aww look at the mess you made all over daddys dick. id like to see it again baby. see you. so uh just write your number down on the back of this receipt and you and your pussy will be fulfilled again haha" he says buckling his belt getting in the drivers seat, finishing the journey to your house at 2 am while you clean up your creamy pussy in his backset putting on your clothes again.

"id say this was a sucses.." you mumble to your self.

sttoru

𝝑𝑒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. sneaking out of your home at night with your secret lover (a wanted criminal).

tags. outlaw!toji x mayor’s daughter!reader. fluff, tiny bit of angst. wild west setting. implied age gap? user is called ‘darling, sweetheart, lil’ girl’. just me practicing dialogue. wc: 3k

the town sleeps under a sky so clear it looks carved from black glass. the stars are sharp, bright things scattered over the desert like they were dropped by mistake. your father likes to say nights this still mean trouble’s coming. but in this town, trouble comes with a name: a scarred grin and a sexy drawl.

and you’re waiting for him. for the trouble.

strawb3rryhachi

JJK MEN LINKS

TOJI FUSHIGURO

He couldn’t help himself after the shop clerk flirted with you

So deep!

p*ssydrunk

he’s so mean ):

finally giving you that baby you’ve been begging for

NANAMI KENTO

he’s so fucking huge

office pet

what was he supposed to be doing again?

brat taming

helping nanami stay in shape (:

GOJO SATORU

you were a brat so gojo’s making you do all the work ):

“just sit back and let me take care of you”

naughty girls get punished

time to make an heir!

first time seeing each other after a long mission

GETO SUGURU

before the cult meeting

his favorite way to relax after a long day

in front of all his followers

his only exception to hating non-sorcerers <3

first time without a condom ):

SUKUNA RYOMEN

Punishment

training

sukuna’s favorite pet

open wide!

2 hours in…

CHOSO KAMO

choso’s punishment):

he loves to please you

he just wants to feel you as close as possible

he’s desperate for you ):

choso’s payback

Pt. 2 here

enjoy (: remember you have to be logged into twitter (:

indiewritesxoxo

are you sick of me?

would you like to be?

synopsis: you were giving up on him. for real this time. after years of silently pining over your friend's brother, you were done giving him any space in your heart. until a date goes wrong and he waltzes back into your life - seemingly intent on winning your heart this time. can you resist him? or will you just be repeating history?

pairing: tattoo artist!Sukuna x f!Reader

wc: 8.2k

content: mdni, angst + smut, some fluff sprinkled in too, hurt/comfort, HEAVY JEALOUSY, sukuna is an asshole at first but he learns!, he's UNHINGED though lmfao, lowk crazy and yandere bc this man is obsessed and plotting, aspiring artist!reader, heavy pining/yearning, gojo appearance but he's a bit of a dick, fist fighting lol, Sukuna scheming to win us over, regret, tattoos, fucking in the tattoo chair, fingering, unprotected piv sex, creampie

a/n: this was a commission by the lovely @ynishalee !! sukuna art is by @/to00fu + divider by @/d-oie !!

“Seriously? You thought this shit was worth showing me?”

You flinched. Stared at the portfolio you brought in veiny hands before he tossed it back on the counter, a few pieces of laminated paper slipping out before you scrambled to pick it up and shove them back in.

What did you think?

That just because you were friends (or as close to it as you could get) with Sukuna, he wouldn't be a complete and total asshole for once in his life? That maybe he'd be impressed with your attempts at art after making a career out of his own?

“I cleared my evening for this,” he grumbled, running his fingers through his soft pink hair, brows pinched together in a scowl as his dark eyes settled squarely on you. “I could’ve booked a client. One that paid?”

“Sorry,” you apologized, stepping back, glancing towards the door.

Stupid.

Stupid stupid stupid.

You should’ve known better. Should’ve realized that even after fifteen years, all you’d really be to him was a nuisance.

“Whatever,” he groaned, grabbing his jacket from where he’d left it on his stool and stretching out his shoulders before slipping it on. “You can buy me a beer to make up for it.”

This was what moderately nice looked like with him. And the only reason he even put up with you this much was because you were friends with his brother first. Jin was the opposite of Sukuna, soft-spoken and considerate and not a complete asshole, someone you met back in school. He introduced you to his twin brother – and that was history.

You’d been nursing a childish crush on him from that very first day.

It still made you feel like a fucking moron.

All you wanted was for him to see you.

Maybe you were asking for too much. But the rejection burned as you buried it deep in your chest, mumbling sure as you turned away from him. Rubbing underneath your eyes before you started needing to blink back tears, refusing to let yourself cry like a baby in front of him.

But you were apparently still lacking in the self-respect department when you held the door open for him in one hand and cradled your now-worthless portfolio against your chest in the other.

You drove separately.

Following his car to a seedy club downtown, parking a couple blocks away and jogging to catch up with how fast he was walking to the doors. He nodded at the bodyguard, the brute just waving him in before you mumbled something stupid about being with him before you trailed after him inside.

Sukuna ordered two beers, the cheapest drinks on the menu like he didn’t think you could afford more on your salary. He wasn’t wrong.

He rarely was.

sweethearticism

──── ℛ𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ₎ა ˙˖

ᘛ ꒰ 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ੭

gojo satoru didn't love, he lusted. that's what the rumours said. and blissful, innocent you assumed better of your husband to be. arranged to marry— or perhaps doomed? your dream come true turned nightmare once you realise that your new husband; man of your dreams, despises you. and worse, that you'll do anything for his affection. including ruining your own innocence in a desperate endeavour for his attention in the only way you know how. . . lust.

ᝰ.☆ cws : arranged marriage :: unrequited love :: slow burn :: so much sex :: infidelity :: broken marriage :: loss of innocence :: pregnancy pressures :: duty vs love :: love vs lust :: violence :: abusive clans :: prostitution :: mean satoru :: sexism (not from satoru) :: side samurai!suguru x reader

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ prologue

chapter 01 : white sheets chapter 02 : red strings

chapter 03 : roses chapter 04 : rouge

chapter 05 : spilt wine chapter 06 : scarlet sheets

chapter 07 : pale heart chapter 08 : cherries

chapter 09 : ruby chapter 10 : bleeding heart

chapter 11 : thorns chapter 12 : red light

chapter 13 : scarlet letter chapter 14 : silk vein

chapter 15 : vermilion chapter 16 : stain

chapter 17 : dagger chapter 18 : porcelain

chapter 19 : beast's rose chapter 20 : red wedding

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ epilogue

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝟎𝟏 ⨾

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sweethearticism

──── ℛ𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ₎ა ˙˖

ᘛ ꒰ 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ੭

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ prologue

chapter 01 : white sheets chapter 02 : red strings

chapter 03 : roses chapter 04 : rouge

chapter 05 : spilt wine chapter 06 : scarlet sheets

chapter 07 : pale heart chapter 08 : cherries

chapter 09 : ruby chapter 10 : bleeding heart

chapter 11 : thorns chapter 12 : red light

chapter 13 : scarlet letter chapter 14 : silk vein

chapter 15 : vermilion chapter 16 : stain

chapter 17 : dagger chapter 18 : porcelain

chapter 19 : beast's rose chapter 20 : red wedding

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ epilogue

ᘛᰍ𝅄 ׁ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝟎𝟏 ⨾

cumironi

PAWNOUND SHOP NOW ACCEPTING ALL MAJOR H☆LE$ : cash, credit, clit. . . toji. f

feat. toji fushiguro

& sum. with your ex-boyfriend’s expensive watch in hand, you are ready for a quick cash, also for revenge because, how dare he cheated on you? but. . . are you also ready for a quickie?

warning. non-sorcerer reader, age gap relationship (college-aged reader / older man toji), power imbalance (pawn shop owner / broke girl), rough sex, public sex (pawn shop back office), unprotected vaginal sex, size kink, praise kink, dirty talk, daddy kink, orgasm denial / delayed climax, overstimulation, face-fucking, deepthroating, consensual choking, consensual face slapping / tits slapping, spanking, handholding (filthy), possessive behavior, manhandling, cumplay (internal ejaculation, cum leaking onto floor), public exposure risk, oral fixation (spit, licking, nipple sucking), filthy praise (good girl, baby, daddy’s pussy), light degradation (brat, spoiled, dumb little fuckdoll), pussy worship, leg over the shoulder position, multiple orgasms (reader), explicit language / profanity, aftercare / caretaking, implied financial domination (cash reward for sex), rough sex with affection, mildly unhinged behavior, toji being pussy-drunk and sentimental against his will, implied reference to further breeding kink (wanting to keep her), power dynamic flirting, loss of physical control (collapsing legs), heavy emphasis on reader being ruined / full of cum / completely used.

you don’t march to the pawn shop, you clomp, like the bratty little hell-heeled she-devil you are, chewing strawberry gum with your mouth open and every joint in your body locked with righteous wrath. your boots are too high, your skirt is too short, your tank top is tragic—ugly in that early-2000s kind of way that somehow made you hot. your eyeliner’s uneven. your lip gloss is sticky. and around your wrist, shining in cruel little flashes under the sun like a rich man’s sin, is gojo satoru’s fucking rolex.

“god, i hope it’s real,” you mutter, chewing louder. “god, i hope he bought it with blood money. god, i hope it’s cursed. god, i hope i get at least five hundred for it. fuck that man. fuck his teeth. fuck his dumb little infinity bullshit. cheater. fucking cheat. i should've pissed on this watch.”

vdtgjun

soooo maybe I've read too much omegaverse haha but I BELIEVE that due to heightened five senses cause of Heavenly Curse, Toji was VERY ACUTELY aware of his wife's ovulation. The rise in her body temperature, the smell of her skin— HE COULDN'T FIND PEACE, IT WAS LITERALLY FUCKING DRIVING HIM CRAZY (and it made Mamagumi veeeeery nervous)

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