all the writings in one place ! if any of the links aren’t working/are wrong, please tell me and I will try and fix them. have fun reading and I hope you all enjoy! <3 ໒ִ 𓈒ིྀ. ̫ . ིྀაഒ
don't worry, I'm not sure why the last anon asked that but as someone who has written and read fanfiction for like 6 years, it's pretty clear your writing isn't ai at all! you have a very strong, unique, and lovely writing voice! if it has bothered you, that's valid but please don't let it, I don't think they sent that with any honest or good intentions :-)
thank you so much to whoever this 😭😭 your words mean so much to me and my writing. 💞 don’t worry, i didn’t let it bother me for more than 5 minutes #free
has a tendency of sleeping for over 18 hours at a time on his weekends off and proceeds to grumble every single time when he finds out you’ve deep cleaned the house in that time, cooked dinner, meal prepped for the upcoming week and gone shopping without him. You should be relaxing with him! So why on earth are you doing all the work? A deep massage and many kisses is the only way he’ll forgive you.
bear!hybrid nanami who always raids the kitchen of any berries, nuts and fish you have. You’ll catch him in the middle of the night, fridge light illuminating his shirtless form, shoving handfuls of raspberries in his mouth at once. His ears twitch shamefully when he sees you watching him, embarrassment filling his entire body after eating all the food for the week again.
“It’s okay, ken. We can just go shopping and buy some more. It’s no trouble, really,” you reassure as he buries his face in your neck and mumbles strings of heartfelt apologies.
bear!hybrid nanami who hates when you don’t live in sync with your own menstrual cycle. Seeing you wake up early during your luteal phase and do intense workouts during your menstruation makes him cringe, and if he’s nearby he’ll drag you back to bed with him with the most offended expression you could possibly imagine. He knows how terrible he feels when he doesn’t stick to his own hibernation cycles, so he can only imagine how thrown off your body feels when you start demanding too much of it.
bear!hybrid nanami who has the biggest breeding kink ever. During his rut, all he can think of is filling you up with his cum and making you carry his babies. Just the thought of his own cum dripping out of your pulsing hole has him rutting against the mattress early in the morning. Nanami can barely keep his hands off you in the evenings, fingering you over the kitchen counter, eating you out on the couch, fucking you senseless in the bedroom.
bear!hybrid nanami who starts slow and controlled, not wanting to hurt you, but as soon as he bottoms out inside your warm, welcoming pussy, he snaps. His hips slam against your ass, lewd moans and grunts filling the room as he keeps you pinned against the mattress, chest to your back as an attempt to cage you in.
“Ken- kenny! Hmm, you’re sososoo big,” you squeak beneath him, face buried in the pillow as his bulbous cock head kisses your cervix with every thrust, just light enough to be noticed but not painful. Nanami only finishes after you’ve finished, the feeling of your walls tightening around him and the sound of your sweet, delicate moans immediately sending him over the edge. His hips falter as he tries to thrust just a few more times before collapsing on top of you.
bear!hybrid nanami who keeps his cock nestled inside of you for the next few minutes before starting aftercare, wanting to make sure that every sperm cell has a chance to do its job. Even after he pulls out and cum dribbles from your hole, you still feel extremely bloated and full, one hand resting on your stomach as he tends to you with warm towels, hot drinks, and bucketfuls of affection.
WHAT. i was planning on answering all my asks at once but i could not ignore this one 😭😭. Never in my LIFE would i use AI, let alone use it in my WRITING. i’m honestly shook that someone has even asked this. i like to believe i have my own writing style so its obvious that every post is written by me and no one else. the “…” is taking me out like hello this is the deepest insult i could have ever received. this must be ragebait
Gojo Satoru didn’t believe in just one round during your birthday, no, he was a firm believer of making you have orgasms all day, sometimes not in the most appropriate places.
The day starts with his head in between your thighs, morning sun filtering through the curtains and casting a yellow glow over your boyfriend’s white hair. His long, slender fingers grip the skin of your thighs roughly as he dives into your sweet pussy, head rolling back as you moan and whimper above him.
The second time, it’s in the backseat of his car. You want to visit a garden centre on your birthday? Sure, as long as he can bounce you on his cock in a quiet area of the car park afterwards. You’re far too cock drunk to notice or even care if the car is rocking violently each time he slams you down onto his deliciously thick length.
The third time, two of his fingers are splitting you open in your friend’s bathroom. You should’ve known that Gojo would try this when you said your friends had invited you round for the afternoon with an open invitation for your boyfriend too.
“Satoru,” you begin breathlessly, legs involuntarily spreading wider. “Someone could hear.”
He presses open mouthed kisses along your neck, nipping at your skin playfully. “Then let them. Let them see how well you’re being treated on your special day.”
You can’t contain your moan as his fingers plunge deeper, reaching that sweet spot that made your legs shake. “You’ve already-mm-treated me twice.”
“Not enough for me, baby. I won’t let you sleep until I’ve given you at least six orgasms today.”
You barely register his words as your eyes roll back, familiar feeling building in your lower stomach as you thrust helplessly against his palm.
The fourth time happens on the couch, right after getting home and unable to even get a word out before Gojo is pushing you down, fingers already straying to your underwear. Somehow, you end up face down ass up, drooling over one of your favourite cushions as Satoru pounds into you again and again, causing the nastiest of moans to spill from your mouth.
The fifth and sixth orgasm happens during the same event, in a fancy restaurant. Apparently, Gojo had no awareness of his surroundings even in one of the most prestigious places possible. He apparently also thinks it’s funny to rub the sole of his shoe over your clothed pussy during dinner until you finish, hands gripping your cutlery in a desperate attempt to look composed. And then to top it all off, he fucks you again in his car, the passenger seat now, one hand firmly wrapped around your neck so you don’t accidentally turn your head and notice how everyone can see the two of you this time.
sorry i’ve been inactive !! life has been so busy lately but i’m gonna try and post more often this week. thank you sm for the continuous support mwah mwah <33
Inumakis whole body is shaken violently as the hello kitty teddy falls into the winning hole, signifying that it was now yours forever.
“Oh my god!” You scream, jumping up and down and shaking Inumaki by his arm before crouching down and grabbing the cat from the compartment. “Oh my god, Inumaki! You are so-“ kiss “-amazing!”
You scream again and practically lunge at him, arms wrapping around his neck as the teddy is squished between your bodies. He laughs, plucking the poor cat from between the two of you and hugging you back with a “salmon” and pressing a kiss against the side of your head.
“Oh, it’s so cute, Inu!” You exclaim after taking it back, the pink and white hello kitty teddy covering your entire torso with how big it was. “You’re the best boyfriend ever!”
You hug him tightly again, squeezing him tightly. The little keychains on your purse rattle as you jump around, along with the many pieces of jewellery that adorn your skin.
Ironically, the item currently clipping your hair up is a my melody hair clip, matching with the my melody earrings. You were obsessed with the franchise, everyone knew that, but Inumaki couldn’t help but love it. He fed into your addiction too often and far too much, always giving you gifts or another item that linked to the sanrio brand.
You clutch the teddy around with you all day, keeping it close and safe from anyones grubby hands or any overflying birds. When you pass by the same set of arcade machines again, you catch sight of a new one. One that contained smaller hello kitty teddies dressed in little brown cat onesies.
You drag Inumaki over by his hand, peering into the glass machine with fascination. “Toge, I really do think this one needs a friend. Maybe a child.” You flutter your eyelashes at him cutely. “Please please please could you try and get one for me? We can have half ownership of it.”
He nods with a simple smile, slotting a coin into the machine. After two attempts, the small teddy finally falls into the box. You once again squeal from happiness, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s torso with the biggest smile ever.
“You are-“ kiss “-the greatest boyfriend-“ kiss “ever.”
His cheeks continue to turn pinker and pinker as you pepper multiple feathery kisses over his cheeks.
It happened every time Sukuna would nap, his stomach mouth would awaken like another whole entity itself and start talking to you, somehow sensing your presence every time.
Its voice, deeper than Sukuna’s yet still extremely similar, drawled out slowly. “I have always wondered what you’d taste like, woman.”
Your throat bobs nervously. “Can’t you taste things from both mouths?”
He hummed ‘no’, lip twitching up into a smirk. “Care to appease my wishes? I can already feel you throbbing on my thigh.”
You shift upon Sukuna’s lap, the man himself still deep in sleep. He remained with his eyelids fluttered closed as you slipped off the silk robe you were wearing and discarded your underwear, slowly shuffling up his abdomen until you were hovering over the stomach mouth.
“Don’t leave a starved man waiting,” the stomach growled beneath you, breath touching in between your legs and making your thighs squeeze against either side of his torso.
Hesitantly, you lowered yourself down until the thick tongue pressed flat against your heat, sinking into your slick and licking a long strip fron your hole to your clit. Your nails dig into your husbands skin immediately, lower lip tucked between your teeth to try and quieten your moans.
“Are- are you sure about this?” You ask tentatively, glancing up at Sukuna sleeping soundly.
“Mmm,” the mouth hums in pleasure. “Very sure.”
You writhed and moaned atop him, head tipping back in ecstasy, any remaining sensibility leaving your brain the second the long, thick tongue delved into your hole and ate you out as if you were its last meal and it was the sweetest thing it had ever tasted.
You’d finished twice already when Sukuna grumbled on the bed, hands twitching and eyes flickering, threatening to open and expose you of your current act. The speed at which you pull off his stomach makes the bed shake violently, throwing the discarded robe over your naked body as quickly as possible.
It’s your erratic movements that causes your husband to fully wake, slipping from unconsciousness and blindly reaching for you. You settle down next to him casually. “I’m here, Ryo.”
“Hm,” he grumbles sleepily. “Did you rest?”
You nod. “Mhm.”
“Good.”
There’s a beat of silence as you both settle down to sleep again.
i LOVEEE the way u write inumaki 🥹 i fear there arent alot of fics abt him, hes soo underrated :(( i'd love see more of your inumaki works!! 💗
thank you so much 😭😭<33 i’m so glad people enjoy the Inumaki fics because he’s so underrated it’s unfair 😓. I am currently writing some more fics of him so don’t worry, I will keep providing lots of posts about him !! 💕
You’d been quiet all day; too quiet. Reserved and occasionally snappy whenever one of the servants asked you a question. Sukuna hadn’t seen you participating in your daily hobbies; drawing, reading, knitting, some of the many you had.
When he searched for you at your normal places, you were nowhere to be found. Not in the bedroom, not in the living room, not in the flower garden where you liked to roam. No, instead he found you up the large willow tree in the back area of the estates gardens, legs dangling precariously from the high branch.
“Wife,” Sukuna growls. “Come down immediately. You are far too high, it is dangerous.”
Much to his surprise, his usually disobedient wife clambers down the tree immediately. The King of curses tries to hide his shocked expression, two arms crossing over his chest as you… walked right past him?!
He watches with one brow raised suspiciously as you strut down the garden, annoyance radiating off you in severe volumes, more than he’d ever seen from his precious, calm missus.
However, Sukuna is not a man to back down that easily. He follows you like a predator through the gardens, footsteps matching yours as you walked inside and towards your shared bedchambers. Only when he shut the heavy wooden door behind him did he speak again.
“Tell me what bothers you. I will not tolerate this silence.”
You huff, still facing away from him. “Leave me alone, Ryo. I want space.”
His frown deepens. “I can sense your frustration. You’ve infected the whole castle with it. Tell me your troubles.”
There’s a long stretch of silence as you refuse to answer for some strange reason that Sukuna is yet to know.
“Are you menstruating? Is that the reason?”
You finally snap, hands curling up in frustration to form a ball shape. You whip your head around quickly, tears already brimming in your waterline. “Why does everyone always think a woman is menstruating when she shows emotions? Am I not allowed to feel things if I’m not bleeding? I want space! So go. away.”
Now, tears are flowing freely down your reddened cheeks and your hands come up in vexation, tangling into your hair and dragging down your eyes to roughly wipe the tears away.
Your husband studies you silently during the whole rant, only stepping forward when you start pressing your palms into your eyes that looks more painful than relieving.
“My wife, cease your crying.” Two large hands take yours and pull them down to your side, whilst a third hand rubs your head and cheek in a soothing motion. “Please,” he murmurs. Ryomen was unaccustomed to fragile human emotions, especially those that involved the appearance of tears. Thanks to you, he had encountered a fair few since being married to you, yet he still classed them as strange and unfamiliar.
You bury your head into his chest, silky robes gaining small dark, wet patches from your tears. Your little hands grasp onto of his arms, fingers squeezing around his beefy biceps. “I’m sorry for yelling,” you mumble apologetically into his skin.
He tuts. “Don’t be foolish, woman. Lay down and tell me what troubles you. The servants will prepare a bath.”
He guides you slowly to your shared bed, settling you down like fragile glass against the soft covers. You grasp onto him like he’s your only lifeline, eyelids dipping in tiredness.
“Just a rough week,” you utter out to him, like a secret only for his ears. “I’m tired and everything seems to be going wrong. Everything feels wrong.”
He lightly taps your thigh, an encouragement to explain.
“The bed sheets are too heavy, the bread I made was too sticky, and the drawing I did was so disproportional it looked stupid.”
Red eyes study yours intensely until you can’t maintain the contact any longer, dipping your gaze to the sheets below you. “It’s stupid. I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have-“
“Silence, wife. No complaints of yours are stupid. I will have the servants get new bedsheets, make new bread, and order new pencils.”
A small smile touches your once frowning lips. “Thank you, Ryo.”
You stared curiously at the peculiar muscle on your husband’s toned stomach, currently closed as he naps beneath you on his chaise lounge. One finger reaches forward, lightly tapping against the outline of the mouth before pulling back.
To your surprise, it opens, lips curling into a cocky grin before it starts… speaking?! Its voice is deep and matches Sukuna’s perfectly, large tongue flicking out.
“Curious, hm?” It drawls slowly, flashing the sharp canines that had been hidden just seconds ago. You lean over to the nearby table, pulling a strawberry from the box and holding it tentatively near the mouth.
“Do you eat food?” You asked, sounding a little stupid talking to your husband’s stomach.
It laughs lightly, lips spreading in amusement. “I do, woman. What do you have in mind? A finger? An arm?”
You grimace. “Ew. No, I have a strawberry.” You press the tip of the strawberry against the tongue, watching it pull the fruit from your grip and chew loudly, red juice staining the sharp teeth.
You watch mesmerised at the unusual body part, noting how expressive it was and how it still managed to work even when Sukuna himself was asleep.
“Do you want another?”
“Hm.” The mouth hums for a second before the tongue flicks out and presses down flat against your two fingers resting against his lower abdomen.
Hesitantly, you lift them, saliva coating your fingers as Sukuna’s mouth stomach sucks on them greedily as if trying taste their flavour. You’re sat in awe, entranced as lewd sucking sounds fills the room.
“Ngh-“ Ryomen grunts suddenly, arm lifting from over his eyes as they flicker open. Immediately, his mouth pulls away from your fingers, closing innocently and leaving you both dumbfounded and aroused.
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