life has become too heavy and I just cant put the time or attention into putting out what I want to right now. Ill still be semi-active interacting with others but I just cant commit to being consistent and I dont want any expectations to be let down.
satoru gives you an emergency ultrasound with his six eyes!! | SFW pure fluff + a lil angst (blink and you'll miss it) 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
It's been 48 hours.
Forty-eight hours.
And you haven't felt a thing.
Not a roll, not a jolt, not a kick or even just a twitch. Absolutely nothing.
After 7 hours you realized it had been almost all day and you hadn't felt any movement from within the almost 6-month swell of your belly.
It was irregular. Very, very irregular. The child of Satoru Gojo couldn't sit still for more than a couple of hours. For almost 2 months you'd been kicked awake like that baby had an alarm set every hour on the hour. Starting as little flutters, and getting stronger as the weeks went on.
And you loved it. Feeling that reassurance that they were healthy and strong and there and alive. Pressing your palm to that spot and murmuring praises and soft laughs even as your organs took a beating.
You didn't realize how much it'd affect you when all that movement just stopped.
"It's weird... don't you think it's weird? Maybe I should call the midwife." You'd said with knit brows, already picking up your phone to find her contact.
"Sounds like they're being a little lazy, taking an extended nap or something." Satoru huffed a laugh, amused eyes flicking up to catch yours for a moment. But as he caught the worry on your face, his smile softened, and he rounded the counter, stopping behind you to wrap both arms around. Palms flat on your belly and you melted just a touch, like a candle first being lit.
"I’m sure they're okay, but it never hurts to check." He'd murmured into the crook of your neck and you nodded. Your shoulders easing a fraction.
But they hiked right back up when the clinic said they'd get you in at the end of the week.
You almost burst into tears right there, but held it together. Telling yourself it could wait a few days, you had no other symptoms to worry about so it would be fine. You'd get in that room in a few days and see them and hear that tiny little heart beating away like a hummingbird.
Yeah... that lasted until the next morning.
Woken up at 4 am by the feeling of complete and utter nothingness in your womb.
You wept quietly over toast with egg and avocado and enough hot sauce to melt a hole in the plate. Spicy food always got them moving, they had the same palate as their sucrose loving father.
Still nothing.
You went out to get some errands done, met up with Shoko at the school, stopped to chat with the students, especially a pretty, young first year with a blue streak and stars in her eyes as she gaped at your belly.
"Wait, Gojo-sensei is gonna be a dad?! I thought he was joking about the wife and kid!"
You laughed it off and assured that you had to be an idiot too because you picked him. But you ignored that sinking, empty feeling in your stomach. Only letting your lip wobble a little as you walked back to your car to head home.
Regret settled in at brushing Satoru off when he asked if you’d be okay if he handled a mission somewhere in Iwate prefecture and left until the next day.
You were cursing your past self as you sat on the couch at 2 am. Still. Nothing.
Fuck that stupid bitch for being rational and easy going. You wished you'd stomped your foot and pouted instead, maybe then you’d be crying into Satoru’s firm chest instead of over your last ultrasound photo, alone.
When he got back the next afternoon, there was really no gentle way to say it, but you were a hot fucking mess.
Puffy eyed and red nosed, you looked up from the couch as he walked in the front door, a chipper greeting withering and dying on his lips as he caught sight of you in rumpled pajamas surrounded by a nest of blankets and throw pillows.
He blinked behind the dark material of the blindfold, pausing for just a moment before your breathing hitched and tears welled all over again.
"It-it's like they're just... gone." Your voice broke on the word and the dam broke all over again. "I don't understand, w-why is this ha-happening?" You hiccuped, snot and tears flowing freely. "It's my fault! They're gone and its all—"
"Lay back a little," Satoru cut you off, suddenly right in front of you and pulling the blankets away from your body and you just scoffed, the sound wet and choked.
"Really?? This is so not the fucking time!" You glared, snotty and tear streaked and Satoru scoffed right back.
As much as he loved you any way you came, you weren't arousing much besides worry at that moment.
"What? What kind of guy do you think I am? Geez, just trust me and try to relax a little." He murmured, hooking a finger into the blindfold and pulling it to hang around his neck. Wispy silver bangs falling over his brow and across the blue that could only be found in the sky, and in your husband's eyes.
You pursed your lips but did as he asked, resting your head on a pillow and letting him push your pajama top up over your stomach.
Your mind immediately flung back into the pit and you swallowed hard, but stayed quiet as bright azure eyes searched your body.
"You really think you can see their signature?" You broke the silence with a whisper and those eyes found yours for a second, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.
"Pfft, of course I can." He reassured, tone confident like there was never an alternative. But you caught the worry in his eyes.
You laid there as Satoru scanned over your belly. Seconds felt like hours until finally his eyes went wide and his lips twitched up.
Cursed energy read differently from living beings to the deceased, and he'd just caught the flickering pulse of something very much alive.
"Really?" You asked, hope pitching your voice up with a crack and he nodded.
"Told ya." He said, brimming with confidence. But you heard the relief under it.
You flung yourself at him, arms squeezing tight around his neck and face buried in his dark jacket. He held you just as tight, nose in your hair as you sobbed with your own relief.
Pulling back, you sniffed and chuckled sheepishly at the dark spot on his jacket. "Ugh, sorry, you're kinda wet. Maybe a little snotty too."
"Gross," Satoru teased, grinning big and so handsome your heart fluttered for him. "Ijichi is gonna have a lot more dry-cleaning to do if we're adding snot to all the stuff coming out of you."
Your eyes rolled and your mouth opened to retort, but you were cut off with a jolt as you felt it.
Finally.
It was clear as day on your face and Satoru gasped.
"Awww! Baby's first prank!"
fanfic is my coping mechanism so I hope we aren't tired of the pregnant reader stuff bc I still got like 4 months to go hahhaaaa m. list | dividers by @/aesverse <33
Satoru Gojo is the top masseuse at this fine establishment - he's the best at giving his clients the happiest endings. Yet you are by far the most tense damn girl he's ever touched.
"Shit, you're all locked up," he mumbles, those long fingers gliding across your muscles, pressing into your skin with that jasmine scented oil. "You good, sweetheart?"
"Mmm, not really," you mumble, sucking in a breath when he starts pressing harder on your sore, aching muscles. "Ah! You're so rough!"
"Well normally I just finger girls, you actually need a damn massage," you snort and he chuckles a bit, pausing when you turn your head to look at him, pretty eyes all dilated.
You're so fucking pretty.
This elegant pretty that comes from being in your late twenties that is his weakness - Satoru is twenty three but he loves a thirty year old milf. He just can't help his tastes, really, especially when they blush all sweet like you.
He's no poor college student trying to make it, no - he's rich enough to buy this entire spa twenty times over. Satoru is here for the joy of it, carpal tunnel and all can't stop him from making sure he got these clients off. Nothing really is as fulfilling as watching a woman come apart under his long fingers.
Making them squirt is truly a fucking art form.
But he never has felt this much tension, he's having to put his actual skills to use for once - and honestly? Satoru was better at fingering than rubbing backs.
He tugs that tiny towel down, till it's barely covering your ass, thumbs gliding in on those cute dimples. He vividly pictures how pretty your hips would be in his big ass hands - breedable hips that are wreaking havoc on his brain.
He's usually pretty unaffected, used to this, but the way you arch and whine out fucks him up.
Satoru kneads those thumbs into your hips now, a couple stretch marks right on them making him throb - he's not kidding when he says he loves a milf. You're gasping out, little filthy sound ruining him, he can't help but raise a brow.
"Hmm, husband not doing it for you?"
"I'm separated now..." You mumble, peeking at that spot your wedding band left a line.
You're still technically 'married' to your shitty husband Naoya, who had always been terrible, but recently fucked someone right in your bed, and had the utter audacity to act offended when you left. So what better to cheer you up, then to have someone work all that frustration out?
"Bad split?"
"You could say that..." you can't stop arching up a more, he takes the hint and slides his hands up your ribcage, eliciting a soft little moan.
Fingers glide down the sides of your breasts, your cunt is dripping wet then - the very recent memory of your cheating husband washed away with every glide of long fingers on your skin.
"You like me touching right here, sweetheart?" He asks softly. you moan, nodding. "Then turn around for me."
You obey easily, blushing a bit, his hands brushing oil on your tits, making your lashes flutter shut, covering up just a bit.
"Don't, you're sexy.."
You blush even more if that were possible, breasts rising and falling as his huge hands knead that flesh, plucking at your nipples. Satoru moves to stand right over your head, the view of his cock tenting his pants fucking you up.
"You're getting the highest tip," he snorts at that.
"Oh?" He's gliding more oil across your tummy, leaning over to part your thighs and eye your slick pussy, hesitating just a bit - this is where he likes to let the clients guide him. "Put my hand where you want."
"Oh..." your heart hammers in your chest as you slip it down further, he lets out a soft little moan when his fingertips are right between your slit. "Mnh!"
"You don't need any oil there," he muses softly, teasing fingers slipping up your slit, making you jolt as they toy with your twitchy clit. Your hips arch as he teases your entrance, slick pouring from your little hole down his fingers. "So wet already, we just started the massage.... your little cunt is so needy."
All you manage is your eyes rolling back in your skull - your man just never made you cum, and your own fingers didn't feel close to as good as those five inch fingers did.
You swear they're bigger than your ex's cock.
Rough fingertips dip in your slick just to the first knuckle, slutty little moans escape your throat at it.
"Feel good?" He murmurs softly, one hand holds your thigh apart, the other swirls around your messy cunt and sliding in. "You're so tight here, too, I think need to loosen you up."
"Please," this slutty masseuse with pretty blue eyes pumps your pussy full - stretching you out with these sweet nurn6, that spongy spot he presses, making you gasp out, back arching off the little bed. "Mnh, there, there!"
"Shh, not too loud," he leans fully over you to press a kiss on your inner knee - that was not protocol, not when he couldn't stop thinking of drinking your pussy and breeding you. "Your cunt is already so loud."
You huff, earning another chuckle, when suddenly you can't help but tug at his zipper, sliding so your head dangles off the bed. He pauses, blushing and looking down at you, fingers sliding out.
"What are..." You look up all pretty with hearts in your eyes for him, biting your lip, thighs shaking.
"I really want your cock in my throat, I'll pay so much more," he almost laughs.
Paying him to suck his cock!?
"You sure, sweetheart? This is for you."
"I'll love it if you would like it," you turn around, on your elbows and knees, looking right up at him as he frees his cock. "Is this special treatment?"
"It is, can't say anyone's touched me," he mumbles, suddenly nervous, when you've got your mouth wrapping his cock, his head falls back, groan slipping from his throat as that tip grazes the roof of your mouth.
You didn't look the type to suck a dick down your throat like you have no gag reflex - but here you are, swallowing him like you can't get enough. Your oiled up ass is arched, Satoru reaches a long arm over you, one hand entangled in your hair, the other finding your hole and fucking his fingers in and out.
The loud sounds of your squelching pussy and his cock choking your slutty throat are loud, the stupid ass spa music falling on deaf ears as he thinks he's in love with your mouth.
"F-fuck you're... too good at..." He's never one to be at a loss for words, but with every glide of his pretty pink tip in your throat, you're swallowing impossibly more of him. "That's it - fuck, just like..."
Satoru bites down on his lower lip as he shoves the back of your head so he's choking you with his length, curling his fingers just right so you squirt right down him. Dripping in rivulets you're making the biggest mess, squishing sounds loud when he rushes his fingers side to side to make you squirt even more.
"Mmmph," tears streak down your eyes as you swallow Satoru's cock, thighs shaking on the leather bed, nails pressing into well muscled thighs. His grip on your head tightens as he bends over, fucking your throat even faster
"Want me to use your throat, cum deep inside it, huh sweetheart? Use your mouth like a pretty toy till all my cum makes you full?" Your answer is to desperately suck, two of his hands now on your head. Hips snapping, cock fucking in and out.
For a woman who had nothing but missionary and a little spit on your cunt as lube, you've never wanted to please like this. You want him to use yojr throat - fuck you would let him use every hole he wanted, looking up at him to see his flushed cheeks through your watering eyes.
"Mnh, m"gonna..." he cups your face to hold it in place, cock bottoming out so his drool soaked balls press on your chin. He pumps so much cum his knees are weak, he damn near has to cling to the bed as you keep sucking. "That thirsty? Gonna suck me dry..."
You keep sucking even as he is sensitive, Satoru pulls back and looks at the mess he's made of you, cum having slipped down your chin. He gathers it and slips it back between your lips.
"Open for me, pretty."
You eagerly listen- you, a soccer mom having this white haired masseuse spit in your open mouth in a filthy string. You eagerly swallow him up, earning him yanking you to your knees, kissing you right when the little timer goes off for his next client.
"Oh," you flush as you realize just how much you loved that, tying your robe hastily and almost bouncing at the door before he stops you.
"Hey," he tilts your chin up, pressing you against the door. "Can I see you again? Like... dinner or..."
"You want to go on a date? With me?"
"Nervous about a date but you just let me spit in your mouth?" he grins and you cover your face now.
"Oh god..."
"Pretty please?"
He is pretty sure he is in love when you give him your number and peck a kiss on his cheek.
and when he has to cancel his next client, it may or may not be because he's jerking his cock to the way your juices are still coating his fingers 💗
⤷ ꒰ঌ ignition (biker!gojo) ໒꒱ :: 36k. ongoing. ⤷ ꒰ঌ hate to break it to you (ao3 only) ໒꒱ :: 170k. ongoing. ⤷ ꒰ঌ chaos theory (professor!gojo) ໒꒱ :: 32k. hiatus. ⤷ ꒰ঌ well kept (dads bsf!gojo)໒꒱ :: coming soon.
⤷ one-shots/drabbles :
⤷ ꒰ঌ 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 ໒꒱ ::
⤷ ꒰ঌ satoru gives you an emergency ultrasound with his six eyes!! ໒꒱ :: ⤷ ꒰ঌ hands off on ໒꒱ :: ⤷ ꒰ঌ dungeons & dragons & d*ck! (nerdjo) ໒꒱ :: ⤷ ꒰ঌ i do it all for you (serial killer!gojo) ໒꒱ :: ⤷ ꒰ঌ overboard (shark!gojo) ໒꒱ :: ⤷ ꒰ঌ winner takes all ໒꒱ :: ⤷ ꒰ঌ stress eating ໒꒱ :: ⤷ ꒰ঌ a common language ໒꒱ :: ⤷ ꒰ঌ so sweet ໒꒱ :: ⤷ ꒰ঌ serial killer!gojo HC's ໒꒱ ::
⤷ ꒰ঌ 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 ໒꒱ ::
⤷ ꒰ঌ NOBLE ໒꒱ ::
⤷ ꒰ঌ 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢 ໒꒱ ::
⤷ ꒰ঌ drop the ball! (satoru + suguru) ໒꒱ :: ⤷ ꒰ঌ pink + white (satoru + sukuna) ໒꒱ ::
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started watching mha (late ik) and 😭 WOW I did not realize how SPOT ON restlysss is with bakugos voice and now I hear nothing but those cursed bakudeku audios HELP
*double takes and rubs eyes* IS THAT CUPIIIEEEE???!?
*swivels head around in slow-mo with my hair following the movement and sparkling like glitter and makes eye contact with you and then my breath hitches in my throat because we're soulmates and you're so beautiful and then my stomach gurgles and i get nervous and i queef* IS THAT MY GLIZZBALL DEEDEE???????
*inhales the spritz from ur glizzy shooter so deep my nose hairs burn off and my eyes water from both the scent off that Glizzy Glade™️ freshener and how deep our love is ingrained into not just my heart, but my sniffer too and then i hug you so tight i squeeze another one out of u* CUPIE, LOVE OF MY LIFE AND BELOVED GLIZZWARMER, DADDY DEEZ MISSED YOU 😭 CMERE KITTEN
HIIIIII! first off i just wanna say how much i love ignition. its literally my favorite fic like ever. (i read it every night before i go to bed😳😳) like you’re writing is just soooo chefs kiss. anyway just wanted to tell u how much i love your writing. congrats on the baby!!!! ok love u! ur the coolest
hihiHIIIII!! this is so sweet tysm for dropping in to say so :3 im so honored to be on the re-read list omg, that is such a compliment!! I genuinely appreciate this a lot, tumblr has been kind of a weird space lately so people like you nonnie are so treasured here! I hope you get to enjoy the last part once I can finally finish ignition (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) <3 u too and have an awesome week!!
whaaa i didn’t realize you were a mom as well 😭 on top of being a new mom?! omg, congrats on your bb ml and i hope you had a lovely first Mother’s Day 💓✨💐
omg alyyyy im so touched this is SO kind TᴗT I feel so lucky to have the family and community i do and not to mention the people here too!! speaking of—ALY??? how did I not know youre ALSO a mom??? it feels like theres this underground club of sorts of all the parents on here that im just finding out abt!! maybe we should start a server or smthn... #moms of jjk (nobody tell kenjaku)
RIIIIEEEE I was looking for this bc it disappeared from my inbox sobbbb BUT YAY YOURE BACK (人´∀`) how are you?? free from the tumblr quiet time out i seeeee yay for THAT! im quite literally BARELY surviving rn but your asks always make me so happy to see (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) #LOVEYOUSOMANY BABY
That's what the fiery tingle left in your ribs is every time you see his stupid smug face. His stupidly blue eyes crinkled behind stupid nerdy glasses while he smiles and laughs all… stupidly.
Why are you even thinking about him? You hate him and his stupid face and that's that.
That's. That.
Maybe you’re stupid too because despite not having said a fucking word to each other in nearly a month, your stupid mind wanders to Gojo and his stupid face.
His stupid pretty eyes and his stupid soft hair. His stupid nerdy glasses that frame those stupid pretty eyes.
Ugh. Stupid.
It wasnt supposed to be like this. You were supposed to go back to school and resume annoyed indifference.
Gojo wasn’t supposed to be on your mind any more than he already was, it was bad enough before with him dug into the recesses of your brain like the sniveling worm he is.
Geez, maybe you’re the one with the parasite.
But now he’s front and center. A tingle in not just your brain, but your body too. Nearly two months and you can still feel how he touched you. Grabbed you. Nearly put you through the wall twice and dragged his mouth over every inch of you. The very same one to grind you into second place and make sure you knew you belonged there every god damned day.
But now it does neither.
“Party off campus on Friday, we’re going.” Nobara said firmly when you trudged through the door to your shared dorm and you didn’t object.
You let her scrutinize your face with eyeliner in hand until a mandala wheel would be jealous of the symmetry on your face. Let her toss clothes at you and spun to show off miniskirts and tube tops and dresses that if you moved wrong would probably become shirts.
Drank deep from cans of barely flavored vodka seltzers and giggled freely together when your head started to feel lighter.
When you walked into the house party arm in arm you felt bubbly and fun and ready to do one fucking thing no matter what.
Forget.
proof of life on this series hahhaaa (ᵕ—ᴗ—) I AM WORKING ON IT i just cant pump out 10k a night like I used to. patience young dick-riders, you shall ride again soon DW | div by @/cafekitsune ☆ series m.list ☆ main m.list
synopsis . In which nerdjo gets turned on by bimbo!reader's harmless teasing in the middle of putting together a puzzle. content . afab!reader, virginity loss, dorkjo, awkwardness, reverse cowgirl, praise, really premature ejec, etc. (Inspired by this post)
“It’s too big, ‘Toru,” You’d whine, followed by an awfully innocent, “Stop trying to squeeze it in there!”
Puzzle pieces. The two of you are talking about puzzle pieces, obviously. So, why the hell is his cock swelling up against his pants?
Oh, that’s right. Because your comments are making his mind go somewhere dirty each time he closes his eyes, the only thing keeping him sane being the use of context in the situation. His hand had brushed over yours one too many times and he's stuttered halfway through every sentence of his during the duration of this little game. The two of you were just spending your free time putting together a really cute 'n friendly jigsaw puzzle and now he was using a nearby pillow to cover up his boner.
You're aware that your nerdy friend Gojo is the biggest loser ever but, you don’t seem to mind it too much. The only thing you do is tease him until he's sitting next to you with a mess of blush plastered all over his face. "Hey, why'd you stop?" You'd ask after noticing the way he's siting awkwardly on the floor beside you, "I know I said that piece was too big but if we stop now we'll never finish this tonight."
"Uh," Gojo's voice is coming out in that dorky pitch for a moment before he quickly clears his throat and brings a hand up to readjust the thick frames decorating his face, "Well, I just wanted to take a break, y'know? We've been doing this for hours and-"
You cut him off with a light scoff, "Oh c'mon, there's no way you're tapping out on me already." Then you're standing on your knees, shuffling closer to him, and reaching over him for one of the further puzzle pieces below. It was fine. He was fine.
Then he looked down, noticed the skirt you had on started to rise against your thighs, and... fuck. You've got the prettiest pair of panties on—the color of them peeking out just a fraction enough for him to catch its hue. Blue. Just like his eyes. Of course you decided not to wear some shorts under your skirt today. Of course. Now he's left gawking at a lacy pair of panties and letting out a strange noise without thinking, earning a glance over your shoulder that only makes you look sexier.
"Satoru?" You call out moments after, to which his eyes fly back up to where they should've been this entire time, on your face. Watching the man gulp like the biggest dork you know him to be, you flash a smirk, "Did you just look under my skirt?"
There's no way you didn't know what you were doing. He may be a big nerdy virgin who never got any sort of play but he was far from stupid. Gojo swallows down something pathetic before shaking his head hurriedly, "N-No? Pfft, what? Why.. Why would I-, hah, why would I do something like that?"
You cock a brow, "Because you're a loser who acts like he's never seen what a woman looks like under her clothes? I dunno."
He blinks dumbfoundedly, "You think I'm acting?"
You send him the same bewildered stare, "You're a six-foot tall, nerdy, pretty boy with glasses, there's no way you're some kinda virgin."
"Well... uh..." He gulps thickly and leans back, the pillow in his lap faltering with the way he readjusts his long legs to try and ease the rather annoying ache in between them, "I kinda am..."
Now you were giving him that cute deer-in-headlights kinda look as if there wasn't a single thought inside your head, the same look that has him flustered for some reason. Followed by which is a turn of your head before you casually return to reaching for that needed puzzle piece, "That's surprising. 'Thought a guy like you would have tons of women."
Gojo looks around for a second before pointing at himself, "You though I would have tons of women? Me?" He scoffs as if that were the most ridiculous thing in the world. "I mean, I know plenty of women who talk to me, sure. But, I've never slept with any of them."
"Why's that?" You ask, knees shifting against the floor so that you could find the desired spot for the piece in your hand, "If you don't mind me asking, of course."
You seem to be entirely oblivious to the way your skirt is still rising against your thighs, especially as you bend down a bit to plop the little puzzle piece into place. Gojo finds himself looking up at the ceiling now, hoping for you to become self aware any moment now, "I dunno, I'm not good at flirting, I guess." He says with a shrug of his shoulders.
The sound of that makes you glance back at him again. This time you look down at his now uncovered crotch and spot the boner prettily resting there. Smiling a bit, "I could teach you." You offer sweetly.
His cock drools at the idea alone before he's fixing his glasses against his face and looking at you again, "Really? You'd teach me how to flirt?"
You snort, "No, silly. I'm offering to teach you how to fuck."
Now, Gojo is many things. Filthily educated in Digimon? Well, of course—he's even got it plastered all over his shirt right now. The most studious individual in every academic institution he's ever attended? Duh. And a completely closeted freak who does nothing but imagine what it'd be like to feel pussy for the first time? Well, yeah...
So when you offer to teach him how to fuck and essentially, take his virginity, he doesn't think he's ever nodded his head faster in his life.
Next thing he knows and your legs are sprawled out over him, caging the sides of his lengthy limbs in between yours as your ass hovers in the air and you move a hand back to tug your panties to the side. Your cute nerd of a friend thinks he's in love as your gorgeously soaked cunt is revealed to him.
He almost reaches out to touch it-, to touch you but, he controls himself and lets you do all the work. After all, he has no idea what he's doing. Gojo only knows things about sex through porn and... well, that can only teach a person so much.
"Y-Y'know," And then he's starting already—yapping as if that would hide his nervousness. His cock is out and you're rubbing two pretty fingers through your folds before moving your hand in between your legs to grab ahold of him. "S-Shiit... Y'know this uh, this puzzle we got-, oh... it-, oh, that feels good-, it was a limited edition-"
"Satoru, you're cute but," You giggle as the lips of your pussy begin to close around his drooling cockhead, "If this is your idea of dirty talk then you have so much to learn..."
He tries to swallow a whine down his throat but it unfortunately escapes him as he continues his rambling, "I just-, goddamn... I thought you'd wanna know that," Gojo utters with a nervous chuckle, hips bucking up slightly to sink himself deeper into the dewy warmth that's currently swallowing up his length. "'Cause o-only a thousand," his breath hitches as you get about halfway down on him, "You're so fuckin' warm... Only a-ah.. a thousand of those sets were s-sold..."
Biting back your own moans whilst his thick cock stretches up into your welcoming walls, "Yeah?" You chime as if you genuinely cared about what he was saying. It's not that you didn't care at all but, the puzzle was the last thing on your mind with the way his dick felt slowly splitting you open. "T-That's... so nice, sweetie."
Gojo's hips snap up at the sound of the praise—wether or not you meant it to be sarcastic—and it's instant the way he brings a hand up to your hip to hold you down as the rest of his lengthy shaft disappears inside you. "Fuck, that felt good," He gasps as if this were some kind of new discovery for him, "C-Can you say that again? Praise me more?"
You work up a steady rhythm of lifting and then slamming your hips down on him after only a few moment of adjusting to his staggering inches, your jaw quickly falling open with slutty drool dangling out past your lips, "You're into that?" You huff softly before glancing back at him, "Y-You want me to-, mmnh, praise you more?"
Gojo's eyes are a little glossy from pleasure and he nods cutely, "P-Please? I'm being good so far, aren't I?" Then he looks down and you feel his cock throb inside of you, "Fuuuck... I haven't even-, ohgod... h-haven't even told you any more s-stupid facts. Aren't you proud of me?"
Another laugh exits your lips before you still your hips down against his, grinding with his cock buried inside of you instead of bouncing on it, "Yeahhh, I guess you have a point," You snort. Then you turn your face forwards and reach for a new puzzle piece before placing it somewhere. Your honeyed pussy clamps around his bulging girth and you hear the way he chokes out a gasp. "I'm so proud of you, 'Toru. Bein' such a good boy for me, aren't you?"
What you don't expect is the thick cum that spills out inside you. The hand he has on your hip grips a little tighter and he groans loudly, tossing his head back losing it at the sound of those words on your tongue. Well, that and the way you'd went back to those puzzle pieces as if this was just another Thursday night for you...
You have a little smile on your face as you feel him finishing inside you and by the time you look back at him, Gojo seems to be completely out of it—as if that was singlehandedly the best nut of his life. Glasses crooked on his face now, hand still anchoring your hip against him, hair tousled, and heavy pants exiting him, you can't help but tilt your head.
"Wow, two minutes. Impressive, really." You snort.
Gojo looks at you, just barely, and then pouts, "It was my first time, I'm sorry."
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NOBLE ✦ heian!sukuna and his new arranged wife!reader...who barely looks at him, let alone fucks him... | NSFW. oral (f. rec). slight degredation. manhandling. a steamy onsen. ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა (3.6k)
Life had been a series of decisions made by everyone but you.
Being raised under strict rule and watchful eye just to be sold off to the wealthiest, most respected man in the country wasn't something you fought exactly, you knew it was a battle you wouldn't win.
They could treat you like a prize sow, but that didn't mean you'd sit there getting fat and happy and filled with babies like one.
Especially not when you were being unloaded onto a warlord.
Sorry, not a warlord, the warlord.
Unrivaled and undefeated, Sukuna Ryomen wore blood and ash to your first meeting as casually as he did his kimono.
Draped, loose, open in the front like he didn't care who gawked at his chiseled chest or the thick black ink that wrapped his body and disappeared into the robe.
You kept your head low but your eyes on the bored, tattooed face of the man who didn't even seem to be listening to the details of your ceremony taking place the following week.
Sukuna got one look at your expression, your posture, your dress, and was about to write you off as yet another mindless, well trained insect who got off on following orders. You certainly looked the part.
But as the meeting finished and you rose to your feet, lowering to a deep and respectful bow, you muttered something at him.
"I do hope you plan to bathe before the ceremony, I can smell you from here."
When you straightened, your face gave absolutely nothing away. But there was venom and fire slithering behind the courteous tone.
When you walked off to follow your mother and father, you did not look back.
But you... you insulted him. Told him he stunk right to his face and shattered the image he'd built in his head in the moments you knelt across from him.
Maybe you weren't the polite, sweet, mindless doll your parents raised you to be.
Well, at least you wouldn't be boring.
...
Oh, how he had come to regret those words.
Sukuna didn't think much about how his life would change once he was married. He'd be expected to make an heir, but it wasn't like that would affect his life.
Ha.
Hard to make an heir when his wife refused to acknowledge his existence, god forbid sleep in the same bed.
Hard to make an heir when his balls were full and the only seed he spent was on pretty, fluff-for-brains concubines, or eventually, when he could hardly stand to even look at them, his own god damned hand.
Being married to you wasn't only not boring, it was hell.
He had to wonder which of the many heinous acts he'd committed thus far in his lifetime had landed him living punishment in the form of you.
Probably all of them.
But Sukuna wasn't only a sadist, but a masochist just the same.
Sure he glared and sneered and scoffed at your back as you walked out the moment he stepped in a room. Making a snide comment under your breath as you passed him just to set his teeth grinding away.
Sometimes he would bark a, "Know your place, woman." At your disappearing form, catching your shoulders shaking the slightest bit. Like you were fucking laughing.
It made his blood boil and hands itch to do something. To retaliate, to show you your place and put you in it.
You were supposed to be a wife. Subservient and devoted in every way to him and his wants, his needs.
That’s the thing, in every technical way, you were. You ran the household, ate meals with him when expected, attended ceremonies and political gatherings when it was called for. On the outside, you were absolutely perfect.
And in some backwards way, you really were perfect for him.
A match in fire and callousness, you didn't let it rage out of control like he could. You kept it in check and used your seething as an underhanded weapon.
One that really got you what you wanted, because now you had all the freedoms of a wealthy noblewoman, and you had Sukuna reluctantly wrapped around your pretty little finger.
You knew he was not the person to have worked up and left on the edge, but it’s not like you particularly gave a shit. It was amusing to see how his crimson eyes lingered as you passed in the hall, some staff member in tow as you listed off your preferences and plans for a gathering. The way his nostrils flared as he caught your scent.
No, it slapped him across the face. Invaded his senses and had all four of his fists clenched.
He told himself you were just another woman. His wife, sure, but no different than any other concubine. But the way his hands itched to reach and grab you at the waist, rip your obi off and squeeze the soft curve instead, to pull you in and bury his face into the crook of your neck and breathe so deep he’d never get your scent out of his sinuses.
The way he ached to have you sat on his lap taking every inch of him, to fill you until your belly swelled with his babies. Fucked his heir into you.
He’d never had the urge to breed before, and it was really fucking annoying. It made him feel like a fucking animal, and he hated it.
Sure he sated animalistic needs, eating, fucking, killing. But they didn’t control him.
Sukuna could level civilizations singlehandedly, raze villages to the ground and upheave the world just to toss it on its head. He was a warlord—no, the fucking warlord, and his pretty little wife had him tearing his own hair out.
God, he needed to relax. This wasn’t him. He didn’t let emotions run his life, and he certainly didn't let people run his life.
Meanwhile you and your life carried on just the same. Ate dinner and sipped fine tea imported from the mountainous regions to the east, strolled the gardens full of fresh blooms and the low buzzing hum of cicadas, stripped free of your yukata with the help of your attendants and left to soak in the hot spring watching the sun set on the land.
On your land.
You supposed being married to the brute wasn't so bad after all.
Steam rolled off the water, lifted by the light breeze that rustled leaves and set chimes twinkling.
It was peace. You were exactly where you wanted to be, and certainly enjoyed it, but you couldn't deny you craved something just a little more. Something exciting.
“B-but sir! Please, wait!” The shrill, panicked voice of an attendant rang out just outside the door into the onsen and you whipped your head around just in time to see it slide open with a bang!
And behold, your husband.
Taking up nearly the entire doorway with nothing but a towel barely hanging on around his hips. So short the black rings inked on each thigh were visible.
It left you speechless, to see so much of him so bare. That he’d be brazen enough to walk right in on you so indecent. But you dipped quickly, putting your body underwater up to your neck and covering your breasts.
“What do you think you're doing in here?” You lifted your chin, dignity intact even as you hunched to maintain a shred of modesty.
Sukuna froze in the entrance, ruby eyes wide and stuck on you for a long moment until he finally broke and stepped into the room.
“Bathing. I believe it was you that requested me to, no?” He quirked a brow, bare feet slapping the stone as he walked toward the steps into the water.
The same attendant hurried in behind him, coming to crouch next to you. “Ma'am, your towel? Would you like to—”
“Leave us,” Sukuna dismissed her without a look, halted and about to get in.
You took the towel and muttered that you were fine, that she could go. She bowed low to you both and then that was it. You were alone.
Well, alone with your husband.
Who at least had the decency to go against tradition and leave the scrap of towel on and covering where thick black lines dipped low on his abdomen.
You studied each other for a moment. Your hands cupping your breasts and his crossed over his chest and planted on his hips.
You broke the stare first, turning to look out at the open scene and he started down the steps. He sank into the water and you watched from your periphery as he eased back, running a damp hand through his dusty pink mess of hair and rested two muscled arms on the stone ledge.
It was the first time you'd ever been alone with him, and you refused to look at him or speak first.
“I despise how they hover.” Sukuna's gruff voice cut through the silence and you did not look at him as you retorted.
“That is their duty. An attendant would not be properly fulfilling their role if they were not present when needed.”
Sukuna barked a laugh, “Well, you'd know all about that now, wouldn't you?”
Your head snapped to the side and you looked him right in the eye with brows furrowed. “What, exactly, is that supposed to mean?”
“Don't act oblivious now.” He tch'd, casting his gaze out at the view instead of you. “Stupidity does not suit you.”
You blinked. A few times. And despite the heat of the water, felt warmth race across your cheeks.
Was he really so callous?!
He caught your slight shock and smirked, “I assumed you'd be fleeing about now, is something the matter?”
“I will not be bullied out of my evening soak.” You huffed.
“Bullied?” Sukuna scoffed, “You've had quite a soft upbringing if this constitutes bullying in your eyes.” He could see your face twist, fire flickering in your eyes as he prodded you and all he could think was finally.
“You know nothing about me, so do not speak as if you do.” You almost sneered as you hissed it at him. Like he'd truly struck something.
And Sukuna was not one to back down when he struck a nerve.
“I know enough to know you're a sheltered, well mannered brat. If there is more than that, I have not seen it.” He said it like a challenge, like he was daring you to show him there was more.
He had no fucking idea what he was talking about. Sukuna was a brute, blood and dirt still under his dark fingernails from the havoc he likely wreaked just before coming to interrupt your evening.
So fast the water splashed the ledge, you snatched the towel and wrapped it around your body under the surface. It was flimsy and lewd, but better than your hands.
His eyes went wide, gripping the ledge as you rose to your feet. Waist deep in the water, the towel clung to your form and had him swallow visibly.
“You seem to have certain expectations of me, does it upset you that I have not met them?” Your head cocked, taking a step forward.
Sukuna did not waver on the outside, simply sneered, “I am no stranger to disappointment.”
Your eyes narrowed into a glare that threw daggers at him and god, he felt his heart skip a beat as you cut right back with, “Well, neither am I.”
The water rippled around you as you took step after step closer to him. “I never asked to be married off to the likes of you.”
“That makes two of us.” He shot right back, rising to his feet as you drew close enough to look down at him, making you tilt your head back a bit to keep your eyes on his.
They betrayed you though and flickered to his chest, following the black lines that cut down his abdomen. Water dripping from his bare body, the tiny scrap of a towel heavy on his hips, soaked and clinging to his muscled thighs.
God, why did he have to look like that?
“Brute.”
Surely you'd be the death of him.
“Prude.” His brow lifted like a dare and you stepped right up to the challenge.
“Whore.”
It surprised even you and as it left your lips you saw the shock hit Sukuna like a slap to the face.
Too far?
“Why you little—” He snarled, grabbing you at the waist with one hand, nails pressing in enough to make you gasp as he brought his face close and held you in place. “You dare to speak to me like that?”
“So all those women, you mean to tell me you keep them around for idle chatter? Please.” You scoffed and Sukuna lifted a brow, lips pulling into a slow smirk.
“What’s this? Is the brat jealous?”
You? Jealous? Pfft, ridiculous.
He wasn’t about to tell you that it had been weeks since he’d last even tried to be with another woman. That it disgusted him to even think of. That he couldn’t.
But here you were, right here in his grasp, trembling a little but not pulling away. A crinkle to your nose like he just caught you red handed. And that certainly stirred something in him.
“You… your—” You stammered a little and his smirk split into a grin. Sharp and gleaming. He could feel your heart racing away under his grip. A clear of your throat and you refitted the blades in your gaze. “Clearly, your delusion knows no bounds.”
“You’d think it delusion that a woman would be jealous of another bringing pleasure to her man?” He hummed, grip softening on your waist slightly just to slide down to your hip. Your lips parted and he could see your thighs squeeze under the surface as he stepped closer.
“Or maybe you like the thought.” He mused, so close you could feel the heat of his body and his breath on your skin as he laughed once, low and gruff. “Maybe you touch yourself at the thought of another woman bouncing on my cocks, screaming my name in ecstasy."
Wait… what?!
You had to have heard that wrong. Sure the brute had four arms but that would just be…
It took a moment to gather your thoughts and hiss a meek little, “Never.”
“Do you ever touch yourself?” He hummed again, dipping underwater to trace the edge of your towel, grazing bare skin and making you swallow. “Or are you too prudish for even that?”
You could just shove him away and storm off. In fact, why weren’t you doing exactly that?
Heart racing, you could feel your pulse between your legs, squeezed together as your belly tightened. His eyes bored into you like he knew exactly what was happening. How traitorous your body had become.
Lips parted and wavering, you hesitated to answer.
Sukuna Ryomen could always sense blood in the water, and he knew it was time to strike.
He moved, his face coming down so close to yours, but still out of reach. Thick fingers dragging over the bare skin of your thigh, he pressed up between your legs and sent a jolt of lightning ripping up your spine. You yelped and gripped his arm with both hands, but he didn't move. Just held pressure and studied how your face twisted and flushed.
“Tell me to stop,” He said, voice hoarse and quiet.
“S-s—ah! S… S-kuna,” You whimpered his name, clinging to his tattooed forearm. God he could feel you throbbing against his fingers and his cocks—already stiff, twitched. Ready to spear you on both and fill you with him until you sobbed.
“Yes, brat?”
You squirmed, eyes squeezing shut. What the hell was happening to you? “I… I can’t—”
“Look at the prude, coming undone and I haven't even done anything. Do you want more?” He rubbed a slow, tiny circle on your clit and your cunt clenched around nothing.
“Mmph—god,” You gasped, using his arm to support yourself.
“Use your words, brat. Ask me nicely, and I’ll make you see stars.”
The way he spoke to you, shit… you must have been out of your fucking mind. Or so horny you could barely stand. Either way, you pried your eyes open and met his.
“Please,” You whined, so filled with pressure you could hardly stand it and the word almost had him on his knees.
“Please what?” He held firm even as you glared weak little daggers at him, that fire burning behind your pretty, glazed eyes.
“Please,” You couldn’t believe the position you’d landed yourself in. You couldn’t believe just how good it felt… “Make me see stars.”
Restraint snapped with a low groan and his hands were on you. It was a blur and you could hardly keep track of how surrounded you felt. One slipping up into your hair, two squeezing down your sides and pulling at the towel—barely hanging on and about to give—
Ah, yep, there it goes.
Hit the water with a wet plap and you were left fully exposed.
His finger found your slick entrance and he pushed inside. Barely even half of it but your eyes went wide with how thick it was and you squeaked nonetheless, starting to protest but Sukuna shut you up.
He hefted you up like you were nothing, slotting your thighs around his hips and his own covering let go just the same as yours.
God how he was dying to use you, feel you squeeze around him like you did his finger. But you weren’t quite ready for that yet.
So he pulled your hair, tilting your head back as he brought his mouth down on yours, lips pressing yours open and delving in with his tongue.
The sound you made into his mouth, tongue tangled with his as you gave in and let your hand thread up into his hair, nails dug into his bicep, it was lewd and perfect and exactly what he craved.
“You're still a—ah—brute,” You panted between kisses, gasping as he squeezed your ass and spread your cheeks, grinding your bare pussy on his abdomen.
“You're leaking on me,” Sukuna growled, tugging harder at your hair. “Maybe you like that fact.”
Before you could protest, something wet squished against your pussy. You jerked with a gasp and started to squirm, but Sukuna had you trapped in his grasp and wasn't exactly keen on letting you go.
“Ah, you asked for this. Stars, remember?”
“Wha-what is that?” Your voice pitched as he held you against the thing flicking up on your twitching clit.
It felt amazing, electricity shooting through your limbs with every movement, but it was foreign. Big but softer, unlike how his hand had been.
“You like it, don’t you? Like riding on my tongue?” He nipped at your lip like it was obvious.
His tongue?
Your nose crinkled, “What are you—oh my—mmph!” His tongue thrust into your mouth again as his… uh… other tongue prodded at your hole.
Sukuna groaned into your mouth, tasting you—all of you. Legs pinned wide open for the wet muscle to work its way inside. Slick hitting the tastebuds making his eyes roll.
God you tasted fucking good. One taste and he was surely addicted, just like he was to your scent.
The feeling of it squirming and exploring deeper, licking up into your gummy walls as sharp teeth grazed your clit, it had you keening and bucking in his arms. The stretch was unreal, and had you struggling to breathe.
“Fuck…” He rasped, pulling back to watch as you writhed, brows knit and bitten lips pushed out in a sweet little pout. You looked perfect, you felt perfect, walls pulsing around the length squelching in and out.
He was fucking you with it, and you were on the verge, ready to explode from a white hot pressure filling your belly. Shit… this had to be a sin of some kind.
Sukuna tugged your hair, leaning you back and supporting your weight to give you both a full view of how he stretched you out. “Look at that. Poor little pussy can barely handle the whole thing.” He thrust that tongue in deep and curled and you cried out.
“Oh god! I-I can't—”
“Do it,” He commanded and whatever was holding the dam back, broke. Head thrown back, your chest heaved with a strangled noise erupting as you spasmed, nails raking down his arms.
As slick leaked into his maw, trembling in Sukuna’s grip as he groaned with the feeling, the taste of you coming undone, your fuzzy mind went…
Stars…
As you rode the last waves, he pulled out of your twitching pussy, giving your clit a flick and humming a laugh when you jolted.
“Well, where did all that attitude go? Speechless already, brat?” He mocked, watching your lashes flutter and eyes struggle to focus into a glare. On fire with a flush that raced across your cheeks and chest.
“Pu-put me down you fiend.” You huffed and pushed weakly at his chest and Sukuna barked a laugh. Grinning wicked and feral with gleaming canines and your tummy clenched all over again.
“No-no, I’m not done with you.” Your knees hit the hard stone as Sukuna sat back on the ledge, thighs spread over his, letting your weight drop into his lap and right onto his cocks, pushing your hips back to grind you against the thick lengths. The feeling had you choke on air and despite thinking he would destroy you if he stuck one in, god forbid both, your cunt throbbed and you were painfully aware of how empty you felt.
“Not even close, wife.”
this is for u @interlude-enternude <3 it was supposed to just be a drabble but i love us torturing suki too much :3 m. list | divider by @/kthice <3
the only thing softer and sweeter than you is…sukuna?
synopsis: being captured by the king of the koopas would be horrible — if he didn’t have such a big dick. when you see the opportunity to save yourself from his clutches and claws, will you take it? or be his bride? (follow up to this!)
pairing: bowser!sukuna x princess peach!reader
wc: 5.2k
content: MDNI, smut!!, porn with plot, technically kidnapping but reader doesn’t really mind, oral sex (f! receiving) unprotected piv sex, mating press, pulling out, manhandling, restraints, biting, they’re both freaks for each other, teasing, mocking, mario!gojo slander, bratty reader and brattier sukuna, dual pov
art cred: @numbuh666
“Don’t you think this is a little overkill?”
What, since when were ropes and restraints frowned upon in a relationship?
Couldn’t you just see it as another form of foreplay?
“No?” He grunted, heavy footsteps echoing across the floor as he studied the ties binding you to his bed.
His pretty princess sprawled out in his sheets, your once perfect pink dress wrinkled and ruffled from all your squirming. The mushroom kingdom might miss you, but they didn’t appreciate you anyway.
Didn’t adore you enough to memorize every tiny detail of your routine and make sure no one like him would be able to snatch you straight from underneath your weak guard’s noses.
What else was he supposed to do when you let a couple lousy plumbers hang around your castle?
“Just take some of them off. It’s uncomfortable,” you complained, pushing out your bottom lip in a pretty pout, chest heaving against the ribbons wrapped around them, bows his claws clumsily tied earlier to make you look like a present he wanted to save for later. “Please?”
That was Sukuna’s problem.
How the hell was he supposed to say no to you?
His own mouth twitched down, eyes narrowing as he exhaled hard.
There were meetings he meant to attend tonight. Plans to be made to make sure no one from your old life would show up to cause problems for your current one.
All derailed just because he couldn’t resist the way you batted your lashes at him.
He walked over to your bedside, feeling even more like a beast with his lumbering steps before he bent over to examine the ties keeping you here.
“Can’t you just wait an hour?” He gruffly asked, dragging a claw over your stomach, itching to sink it in just enough to tear your clothes clean off.
“It will take you two to come back,” you quickly retorted, tilting your head to the side – as if you held the power here instead of him.
You were supposed to be his hostage. A prisoner he pined for.
But the second you even hinted that perhaps you wouldn’t mind being his lover, whatever shred of his sanity he’d retained had unravelled at the first taste of your body.
It wasn’t enough that you would be his bride soon.
And even up in his air ship, where no one should be able to reach you, there was the discomforting fear someone might steal you from him the way he saved you before.
“You could take me with you,” you hummed, giving him your best set of pleading eyes as he felt the once shriveled organ he called a heart squeeze at how sincere you looked.
“I-”
“Shouldn’t I be there anyway if it’s about our wedding?” You insisted, and despite his reservations, the only thing he was weak to was you.
So he dragged his finger over the ribbon, slicing through it and the thick fabric easily as he cleanly cut each and every restraint keeping you tied to his bed.
You had requested your own chambers when he first abducted brought you here, but these days, you rarely even stepped foot in them when you’d taken to staying up sleeping in his sheets. He liked your little scowl when you peeled off the now torn dress from your body, getting out of bed and rubbing your wrists with a haughty huff befitting your status.
His future queen.
“Happy?” He grumbled, shoulders rolling back as his greedy eyes dragged over the shape of your breasts, mouth watering enough he had to swallow his own spit.
“No,” you sharply scoffed, striding over to your now-shared closet as you swiped through the selection of outfits he had made for you. “That was my last pink dress from home.”
“I think these suit you much better,” he dryly replied, having to keep himself from snarling at your disdain for the clothes he’d chosen. So what if they showed a little more skin? “But if you wish, I’ll kidnap your dressmaker.”
“Can’t you just hire him?” You asked, giving him that look, like he was somehow testing your patience.
Personally, he found that most prisoners, or well, workers only did their best after some time in the dungeon.
But he didn’t mind bickering with you about it.
Not when it made him almost feel like you were already married.
“I guess,” he begrudgingly grunted, making a mental note to send a koopa down to find him tomorrow for you.
Watching you get dressed was nearly as intoxicating as seeing you strip, studying the lines of your body, the way you moved your limbs as you squeezed into the tight outfit he was absolutely correct in assuming would look fantastic on you. Eyes glazing over as he committed and etched the image of you in his head, content to capture you like this in a painting later, frame it and hang it up in his private study as a new permanent fixture.
Sukuna was not accustomed to compliments.
But he found himself awkwardly clearing his throat, reaching out for you right as you glanced over your shoulder at him.
“My bride is beautiful,” he muttered, his voice coming out all low and gravelly as heat creeped up his neck and threatened to color his cheeks in an obvious blush.
Forcing himself to look back at the barred windows, biting the inside of his mouth until it drew blood. The thick taste of iron on his tongue as a delicate digit tapped his much larger hand.
“Thank you,” you softly said, tempering your tone as you laced your fingers through his. “Shall we go?”
He wasn’t stupid enough to assume you truly loved him back. Not the way he loved you, at least.
Knew damn well that this could just be some attempt to get his guard lowered enough for you to escape.
You might just want to know what their plans were. Where he’d send his troops of koopas to claim the land that used to be yours. Figure out any weak points.
It didn’t matter.
He wasn’t going to give you the chance to take advantage of it. No matter how much he might loosen your leash.
Still, the walk through the air ship was rather peaceful.
The warmth of your palm pressed against his, your skin brushing against his, those quick glances you’d steal up at him when his shell bumped into you.
The koopas were already waiting for him there, crowded around the table and chattering before they all froze at the creak of the door swinging open.
Turning to bow down before him, his ego inflating at their easy obedience while he caught a glimpse of you rolling your eyes to his right.
“Oh no,” he deadpanned. “It appears there aren’t enough chairs.”
It would be easy to have a koopa scramble to fetch one for you. But just lazily walked over to his throne and sat back in it, spreading and patting his thighs while you stared at him with an adorable attempt at a stern expression.
He could picture you presiding over meetings like this back in your own Kingdom, addressing those morons in your dominion as if they even deserved to speak to you at all.
And now here you were, climbing on his lap in a tiny outfit, looking more like a concubine than a dignified princess.
“You did this on purpose,” you muttered, not that you actually seemed mad. More like you were pretending to be – acting out a role you knew you were supposed to fill.
“How?” He dryly mocked. “I didn’t know you were coming.”
Well, sure, perhaps part of him suspected you’d protest being all tied up and ask to tag along. But the chairs were just a coincidence.
You shuffled on his lap, trying to get comfortable like he couldn’t feel the way you were quivering already.
That was the part you were horrible at hiding. Because despite that sweet mask you liked to wear of a proper lady, you couldn’t disguise your attraction to him, couldn’t pretend to be distinguished when he’d seen how much you craved his cock every night. Derived a certain degree of pleasure in him ruling over you instead of the other way around.
“You’re cruel,” you half-whispered, as if he somehow humiliated you when he could smell how horny you were.
You were cute when you were trying to be strong.
What would that plumber of yours think of you on his lap like this?
He supposed he’d take care of that business after the wedding. Once he had bound you to him for good.
“Lord Sukuna, we received a report from the koopas stationed-”
He waved it away, shaking his head before he could even finish.
“We’re discussing the wedding tonight,” he interrupted, running a calloused palm across your waist, feeling the way you shivered at his touch. “Since my bride is here.”
It would all belong to him soon enough anyway.
Your heart. Your home.
He’d conquer it all.
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You hadn’t meant to fall for him.
He was meant to be the monster in the tale.
The scary villain that needed to be slain.
A beast you were supposed to hate by the end of the story.
You’d grown up with plenty of fairytales. Romances spun about princesses who were saved by brave knights and lived happily ever after.
You had always thought you would marry a guy who wields a sword instead of spewing fire, someone steadfast and pure hearted.
Sukuna was stubborn. Strange. Hot-headed with that horrible temper of his, with claws that looked made for slashing rather than clumsily clutching the stems to bouquets you could hardly believe he picked for you.
You stared at his sleeping figure. The tattoos inked against his tanned skin as his chest slowly rose and fell.
His mouth parted, the low roar of his snore starting up as you untangled yourself from his heavy limbs.
The meeting had run far longer than either of you had anticipated, heavy eyelids drooping from exhaustion with you still on his lap. And even when it ended, he just yawned and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you back to your room with one hand while the other rubbed his exhausted eyes.
He didn’t even try to fuck you. To your disappointment.
Just plopped you down in bed and joined you there, strong arms wrapping around you before he promptly passed out.
But no matter how many sheep you counted in your head, or how hard you shut your own eyes, you couldn’t bring yourself to fall asleep.
Your brain was buzzing, hyperaware of his touch, of his breath, a big ball of tension coiling tight in your core as you tried to ignore the familiar ache between your thighs.
For a guy who kinda kidnapped you, the least he could do was have a smaller dick so you didn’t have to think about how good it felt to be fucked full of him constantly.
You bit the inside of your cheek, shuffling off the bed slowly, stare still trained on him as you avoided waking him up.
Usually though, once he was out, he wouldn’t stir until the sun was slipping through the cracks in the porthole he called a window.
Now, there were only a handful of candles lit to illuminate the dark, your engagement ring glittering in the low light. It was big, and well, a bit gaudy, a ridiculously large pink sapphire glinting in the middle surrounded by small diamonds embedded into a gold band.
Something that screamed you were taken from a mile away.
He’d gotten down on one knee, the spiky shell on his back seeming even bulkier when he was all bent down like that, popping open a velvet box to propose to you like you were a normal couple.
A year ago, you would have scoffed at the idea of him bowing to anyone. Laughed that someone might say yes to him.
But your own affirmation had come a bit too easily for even you to conceal your own crush.
Could you call it that?
Shrink your feelings down to something more comfortable to swallow?
He rolled over, and you froze, throat constricting as you waited for his body to realize you weren’t there and wake him up.
Instead, he grabbed the pillow, squeezing it tight as his nostrils twitched. Sniffing the scent of you left there before he let out a soft sigh and settled back into dreamland.
When you watched him like this, all peaceful and pleased, you could almost trick yourself into thinking that this could last forever.
But your feet were creeping closer to the door, heart thumping rapidly as you tried to quell your troubled mind with reassurances that you wouldn’t get caught.
This could be the only opportunity you ever got. Your only chance to just leave.
Your parasol had just been lazily stashed in a storage closet by one of the koopas, so it wouldn’t even be hard to snag it and slip off the ship.
All you’d really have to do is find the courage to jump and float down.
Of course, you’d need to hope that you weren’t drifting over anything dangerous.
But considering you were sharing close quarters with someone as feared as him, who had enough strength to probably split your former plumber in two, you supposed whatever was below couldn’t be much scarier than what you’d be leaving behind.
Were you scared though?
Truly?
Did his pointy teeth hold any terror anymore? When was the last time those sharp claws of his inspired even a sliver of apprehension?
You had started to see them differently. Him differently.
Anticipating the next time he’d sink his mouth on your skin and leave love bites. Fantasize about him scraping his claws down your back. Intoxicated by the weight of the restraints he liked to tie you down with.
Was it fucked up to be horny instead of frightened?
Yes, but that wasn’t exactly something you wanted to unravel while you were tiptoeing across dim hallways thinking about the logistics of an escape plan.
Where would you even run to?
Find some tropical island to take shelter in and hope none of the ape-ish men there would make things worse?
You couldn’t just abandon the mushroom kingdom either.
Leave the land you’d sworn to protect behind for him to seize in your absence.
If you stayed, you could still rule over them. Ensure their safety – and your own.
Although, you were sure it was only a matter of time before a certain someone attempted to take you back.
Gojo seemed to think simply saving you was enough.
He was always busy with Suguru or racing karts or doing other stupid shit that made you feel more like a second thought than a lover who was special to him.
Sacred.
You wanted to be worshipped.
Not strung along or simply sucking it up to see how long you could suffer.
You were a princess after all.
What purpose did you have if you weren’t born to be revered?
Perhaps that was why when you opened the door you stopped in front of, the first thing you saw wasn’t your parasol staring back at you – but your own face.
A hundred of them.
Canvasses of different sizes, some hung up on the walls and others lined up against each other, one still on the easel in the center of the room as you stepped on the crinkly plastic tarp laid out and covered in paint splatters on the floor.
Who said a villain couldn’t have hobbies?
You hesitated as you gazed at his latest portrait of you, the soft strokes, the delicate touches that seemed incapable of coming from his massive hands. Each one was deliberate. This painting captured you in a candid moment, your head turned to the side as you leaned over the edge of the ship, the sky behind you and the sun on your face.
Some of the others featured a…more flattering version of him next to you.
Ones that made him look more regal.
More like a man instead of a monster by your side.
Gojo would have scoffed.
Said it was cheesy or stupid or came up with some other cheap insult to diminish his work.
But it made your heart stutter.
Slam faster into your ribcage the longer you stared at yourself.
This was how he saw you.
And it was how you wanted to be seen.
You could blame it on reason.
Say you had a responsibility or you were just doing what was rational.
But you simply didn’t want to run away.
Would it truly be so horrible to marry him? To be his wife and rule two kingdoms instead of one?
Maybe give him a Sukuna Jr.?
A loud bang exploded in the distance.
The sound of wood splintering and faint crashes that seemed to get closer by the second.
Oh well.
It seemed your groom-to-be had woken up.
You didn’t budge though.
Just folded your arms across your chest as a chill ran down your spine and waited for him to find you – even as his gruff voice barked orders for his koopas to start sweeping over the ship for any sign of you.
It didn’t take him too long to find you, the door thrown open so fast it hit the wall behind it and made an awful noise. You stilled, only throwing him a bored look over your shoulder.
“You’re making a racket,” you commented, pretending to be casual as you returned your attention to your own portrait.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He demanded to know, stomping over and grabbing your wrist to spin you around. It was hard to hide the hint of a smirk your lips attempted to curl up into, but you managed, fixing him in your most unamused stare. “You’re trying to fuckin’ run away, aren’t you?”
You didn’t know whether to deny it or offer the admission that you at least changed your mind.
The feral scowl etched into all his rough features was pretty hot.
“I’m admiring your art,” you murmured softly, wondering how difficult it would be to make him melt for you.
“Liar,” he accused, thick brows pinched together tightly. “You left me.”
“How could I leave you if I’m right here?” You pointed out, tilting your head to the side.
For all his fire, he faltered when you offered him a small smile, his own mouth curving down to form a disgruntled frown.
“Stop playing dumb,” he hissed, barring his teeth as if it would work on you now.
“Are you calling me dumb?” You asked, arching a brow up as if you believed he was.
His free fingers curled into fists he immediately shook out, jaw clenching as his red eyes seared straight through you.
“I am not-” He stopped himself, maybe realizing he was falling into your trap before angrily shaking his head. “You little-”
“Little what?” You dared him to actually finish his curse, but he had clamped his lips shut. Pulling you closer to him before unceremoniously scooping you up bridal style, muttering to himself as he stormed back in the direction of your now shared bedroom.
“Thought that fucking idiot came and stole you,” said the man who stole you first.
You had to hold in your snort, keeping your head down as you tried to not let him see you roll your eyes.
But his intense stare was fixed on you, his nose scrunching up, lips parting in an annoyed scoff.
“You think this is funny,” he grunted.
“Is it not?” You asked, tempted to test just how crazy you could drive him.
“You are-” Sukuna grimaced, biting down on the inside of his own cheek so hard you knew he probably drew blood.
“You’re really having trouble finishing your sentences tonight,” you commented, pushing your luck further. The vein bulging across his forehead ready to burst at your trivial giggle was a cute perk to pissing him off. “Tell me, my king, what exactly were you going to do if I had run away?”
“Get you back,” he grumbled, as if you somehow could miss the glint in his eyes when you called him your king.
You wondered how long it would take for him to ask you to say that in bed.
And got your answer a lot sooner than anticipated.
The moment you had crossed the threshold, he was ripping the barely-there clothes off of you and pinning you to the bed.
Bites buried into your skin as he travelled from your stomach up to your breasts, teeth skimming against every available inch of skin until he was sinking the deepest ones into your throat, a low growl rumbling from his chest as you squirmed underneath his heavy weight.
His tongue dragged over your neck, leaving a lewd line over the sensitive spots he’d just been sucking on until his mouth was positioned right by your ear.
“Say it again,” he commanded, all husky and hot as your stomach found a way to tie itself in an even tighter knot.
“Say what?” you played just as dumb as he accused you of, the tension just building on top of itself as his warm breath fanned over your skin, claws sinking into your hips just careful enough to not hurt, but to make you feel the pressure.
“You know what,” he hissed, too prideful to admit what it was he really wanted.
“You want me to call you my king?” You hummed, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, softening your voice.
Sukuna might not say it. But his heavy cock pressed up and throbbing against your thigh surely told you the truth.
“I want you to mean it,” he murmured, his defined jaw catching the candlelight while you watched the lump in his throat bob.
You hesitated.
Considered giving up this charade the two of you had been embroiled in.
Him dutifully playing your captor while you pretended to be a damsel in distress as if you hadn’t been having sex like partners instead of just lovers.
He might not know the difference.
But you did.
Because even after he came, he didn’t just roll over and conk out. And when you woke up together, he didn’t just abandon you to handle his own affairs.
He took care of you, fed you only the best foods and offered the best baths, pampered you in luxuries and made sure you wouldn’t want for anything when you were with him.
What else could a girl ask for?
So what if he was a little…sharp around the edges?
You could love him and all his spikes.
It wasn’t like you were ignoring him, but you’d been so swept up in your own thoughts you were caught off-guard when he abruptly buried his face between your thighs.
Mercilessly shoving his tongue inside you, diving in without a sliver of reluctance, with a single obvious goal in mind.
Making you moan what he wished to hear if you wouldn’t just outright say it.
Swirling his tongue around with the precision of someone who was determined to drag you to an orgasm. The thick muscle working you open ruthlessly, his fingers pressing down and pulling you into his mouth.
Groaning into your cunt to make your body unhelpfully spasm, giving into those maddening patterns he was painting inside you as those reverberations traveled up through you.
Resisting felt pointless.
Holding back was so much harder when the pleasure he was providing was overwriting all your common sense.
You were tugging hard at his roots, hips arching off the soft surface of the bed to drive him in even deeper. But it simply wasn’t enough.
He made you just as greedy as him.
“M-more,” you moaned, swallowing hard as the heat started to get to your bed, the warmth he was radiating making beads of sweat roll down your forehead.
He pulled out, laughing crudely as he looked up at you with wild eyes.
“More?”
Ah.
Maybe that was a mistake.
But you couldn’t find an ounce of regret when Sukuna was roughly flipping you over onto your stomach and nudging your thighs further apart with his knee next. Making sure you were properly spread as he climbed back on top of you, trailing the sharp edge of his claw up your spine before grabbing the nape of your neck.
You couldn’t look back.
Could barely breathe.
Stuck there with your face pressed against the smooth blankets as you waited for him to make his move.
“You want more?” He echoed his previous sentiment, disbelief still ringing in his tone.
“Do I have to ask again?” You teased, even if your question came out half an octave too high.
You would.
But only if he made you.
“Say it then,” he growled.
“My king is mean,” you wryly mocked, knowing that he would fuck you harder for it.
“I’ll show you mean,” he muttered, the swollen tip of his cock pressing right up against your slick entrance as you tensed up.
You used to think you were smart.
But considering how soaked you were waiting to have sex with him, you supposed you weren’t half as intelligent as you’d been before.
And the moment he was sliding in, you were losing even more IQ points you didn’t know if you had to spare.
Thoughts getting all fuzzy as they faded away to be replaced with mantras of his name, desperation bleeding into each one as you ached to be full.
He was still gracious enough to ease you into the first thrust, slowly splitting you open on his length before pulling out and doing it again.
Walls clamping down and straining to get accustomed to all his ridges, to his sheer size.
But he was bottoming out before you could get your sanity back in check, all your rationality dissolving in a puddle of raw need as he hit a spot that made you jolt.
“Not running from me now,” Sukuna snarled, pulling your hips back down as he plunged his cock even deeper, grinding it up, up, up for you to practically feel him in your lungs.
Air squeezing out with each one of his rough thrusts no matter how desperately you tried to quickly suck more back in.
A snarky piece of you wanted to argue that you hadn’t technically run away at all, but you didn’t think he had any reason left in him either.
This was just about you and him and fucking until he felt better.
Until you were both so enmeshed you would never want to leave him again.
The connection between his cock and your cunt driving you nuts as he drove it in again and again.
“Being real quiet now,” he taunted, and you just scoffed back at him, unable to form any coherent words to bicker back.
But before you could try to find him, he was pulling back out right as you were getting edged closer.
He flipped you over in a second, impatient fingers digging meanly into your thighs as he folded them against your chest.
Sukuna didn’t have to verbalize it. Mutter a word for you to understand the why.
He wanted to see your face when he made you cum.
Cock sheathing itself back inside you as if it was the most natural fit in the world.
His other hand reached for your throat, big fingers wrapping around it like your own personal necklace as he squeezed just enough to steal some of your air.
“You just like punishing me,” you breathlessly moaned, gripping onto his muscled biceps as his thick cock stretched you to the limit, rubbing just right on all those sensitive spots. Contrary to the filthy words he was spewing, he was still fucking you precisely how he knew you liked.
“You liked being punished,” he retorted, thumb rubbing over your tendon, feeling the faint indents of his teeth he’d left behind.
Was that what you liked?
Or was it simply him?
“What would your plumber do if he saw you like this?” He grunted, gritting his teeth as he fucked you harder, hips smacking into your skin in harsh thwaps. “Panting and begging me for more.”
“Probably ask to join?”
Sukuna froze, brows furrowing as he opened his mouth to snarl something nasty before he changed his mind and decided to just fuck that thought out of you instead.
Letting go of your throat to move his big hand south, his thumb finding your clit to toy with that too. Drawing more practiced circles over the sensitive bud, keeping a steady rhythm of pounding into you as he dragged you towards a cliff.
You wanted him to throw you off.
To jump off with you and fill you up.
The pressure mounting higher, your thighs tensing and toes curling in anticipation as your limbs began trembling.
You weren’t sure what the last straw was. Whether it was his warmth or his touch or the way his mouth crashed into yours for a messy kiss right as he pressed just right on your clit, but you crumbled.
Cumming with his name on your tongue, shuddering as the pleasure wracked through you – just for him to pull out midway through, cum leaking out all across your skin. Steady drips falling on top of you as he stroked his shaft, your vision hazy in the corners before you shut your eyes and let go of the tension still lingering in your bones.
“Fuck, you’re so-” He started to groan, his head tilting back to expose the seductive line of his collarbone, the tattoos standing out across his chiseled chest. Your husband-to-be.
“Perfect?”
ཐི♡ཋྀ
What good was a wedding without a bride?
Sukuna touched your hair, unable to wipe the scowl still lingering on his face while he huffed and puffed over your disappearing act a full hour after you fell asleep post-sex.
He didn’t believe you.
Even if he wanted to.
You were as clever as you were cute. Crafty.
There was a chance for you to go. To get as far from him as you could.
But he found you standing there in your own shrine.
Unbothered by the commotion and the chaos, just staring at yourself before throwing him that annoyingly attractive glance.
Were you trying to piss him off?
Had you simply come to your senses and realized fleeting would be futile?
He didn’t know.
And you wouldn’t tell him.
You were still wearing your ring though.
It looked rather good – especially when you weren’t wearing anything else.
Sukuna sighed, chewing his already bitten raw bottom lip as he tasted the iron in his mouth.
Fingers flexing as he possessively held you tight, unable to loosen his grip in fear you’d just slip away again.
You had made him a fool.
And he didn’t think there was any way for him to undo it.
He didn’t think he made a noise, but you began to stir, sleepily blinking up at him and yawning as you started to pull away, wait no, snuggle closer?
Nuzzling your nose against his chest as you draped a lazy arm around his side, your scent invading his system and frying all his synapses.
“Just go to sleep,” you murmured, delicate fingers decisively patting him. “M’not going anywhere.”
Yeah, not under his watch.
a/n: this was a super fun commission i did and i really hope you guys enjoyed it too!!
You stifled your laugh as you blinked up at a very pouty, very red Satoru.
“Don't laugh at me.” He grumbled as he waddled over to you, carefully sitting himself down on the edge of the bathtub in front of you. In your hands was a tube of aloe vera gel, ready to soothe your husband's sunburnt skin. Satoru let out a long sigh before explaining himself, “You see, Nanami went to Malaysia and he got a nice tan, and Suguru is always tan I mean have you seen his complexion? It's like he lives under the sun!”
You sighed in response, shaking your head as you lathered up some of the gel in your hands. “That doesn't explain why you look like a dried-up lobster.”
“Hey!”
“A crispy one, too.” Satoru pouted, crossing his arms — hissing at the contact and ultimately unfolding them again. “That is just cruel.”
“Anyway, sweets —” he continued as you began to soothe the gel over his arms, “— I wanted to get my tan in too. But apparently I can't tan, or maybe I put too much tanning lotion on.” He pondered for a few seconds, bringing his hand to his face to lean into his palm before flinching away with a small ‘ow!’
“Hold still you idiot, let me apply the gel and move your blindfold up.” You scolded him, hands reaching to soothe the aloe over his face next. “No! You're going to rub it in too hard — it'll hurt!” He recoiled as if you were holding an axe.
“Don't be a baby Toru, and I told you to move the blindfold.”
Satoru fiddled with his fingers for a few seconds, anxiously biting his lip. You were about to rip the blindfold off of him but then he finally began to peel the black fabric back into his hairline slowly.
“Oh my god.”
He tried to turn away but you stopped him. Satoru’s eye area was completely safe from any sunburn — which was good — but he was left with what would turn into a very ridiculous tan line. “Oh my goodness, Toru, what on earth have you done?” You heaved with laughter, arm clutching your stomach as you doubled over.
“Yeah yeah, laugh it up.” He rolled his bright blue eyes, milky hair falling over his eyes as he shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You just look so funny.” He gasped dramatically at your words, hand clutching his chest — and flinching at the burn — as if he were about to have a heart attack. “Gah! How could you say that to me? Especially in my injured state.”
You began to massage the gel into his neck and chest making sure not to press too hard into his skin. Satoru continued sulking and jerking at your touch, claiming you were ‘being too rough with his delicate skin.’ You could only scoff at him in return.
“Hey, how did the UV even get past your infinity, don't tell me you've turned it off.”
Your husband flashed you a sheepish grin, bright eyes sparkling under the fluorescent bathroom light. You landed a light smack to his shoulder causing him to wince in pain, “Hey! God forbid a guy wants to catch some rays.” You groaned at his words, “Never say that again, I will divorce you.” He only hummed in response, nuzzling himself further into your touch.
“You love me really.” You scoffed at him, soothing another layer of aloe across his arms.
“Unfortunately, I do.”
a/n: sorry this is short I have to many ideas rn and this was the one that didn't have a lot of plot :c
