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©2025 kesadoll these works are original and mine, please dont copy/steal :) ♡ reposts/reblogs welcome just cred !

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꒰୨୧꒱ hi my loves! welcome to the masterlist for the sinnersxhomecoming boys! links will be below the intro (good to read for extra plot stuff), enjoy! lace dividers by @uzmacchiato

ㅤ𓂃꒰꒰𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨. . . on a special fall night, the air hummed with life. the sticky, thick warmth (but still somehow cool) that only the south could bring. down here, homecoming isn’t just a game. it’s a holiday, a ritual, a pilgrimage. by nightfall, the entire town gathered under stadium lights, and by midnight, they poured into the streets, backyards, and frat houses that looked as if they had lain dormant all year, waiting for this moment. 

the air smelled like barbecue smoke and beer, cut through by the woody scent of the embers that sparked from the bonfire. cicadas droned on, as if they had competition with the bass that came rattling from the open front door of the frat house, and the speakers scattered around. strings of low-budget lights hung from the surrounding trees and front of the house, twinkling against the shadows like their own little special type of stars, and trucks lined the road in every direction, their beds filled with dripping coolers and 20 somethings laughing a little too loud. 

tonight was one of those nights where the town finally seemed to breathe in unison. names didn’t matter now, only reputation. who are you? who do you run with? every face here is familiar, each glance heavy with history. conflicts burned just as bright as the bonfire in the middle of the yard, and secrets clung to them like the bugs who dared to get too close.  

somewhere in the mix, you found yourself moving through the currents of bodies, distracted by the heat, weight, and noise of it all. but this was tradition: warm-blooded, all-american, the kind of tradition where your sins don’t just find themselves out in the open, they’re welcomed. and in the crowds around you were 3 men: shiu, toji, and choso. each with their own story. watching. waiting. who will you choose?

𓂃꒰꒰𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬. . . (start date:__/25) week 1 𓂃 ꒰♡ for the king! 𓂃 shiu smoke coded frat prez! shiu ♡ thigh riding & praise week 2 𓂃 ꒰♡ legends never die 𓂃 toji stack coded ex-all star! toji ♡ rough sex/drooling/biting ꒰cw: he does turn her into a vampire so there will be blood !

week 3 𓂃 ꒰♡ sweetness 𓂃 choso sammie coded lab tech! choso ♡ pussy worship/squirting

dates are subject to change, i'm in college so i'm always super busy hehe... think of this as freaked out fall, not kinktober ! ©2025 kesadoll these works are original and mine, please dont copy/steal :) ♡ reposts/reblogs welcome just cred !

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can i buy you three hundred different pairs of designer shoes? please?

yes bby

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heyy! october is coming up ……

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plot: nerd!gojo x reader x jock!suguru cw: threesome duh, spanking, mating press, oral m!recieving, lil aftercare, boyfriends that are boyfriends, not that much tbh :P peachy's yap: chat i actually loved writing this ! pls give me more pairings in my asks hehehe

“20… 21… 22… fuck s-s-suguru c’mon.” satoru panted counting each slap suguru sent to your ass while his cock suffocated in his pants. If anyone in your college knew what the three of you were doing, you’d be shunned. How many girls get to say they have the most popular athlete and the richest guy on campus in their bed? How many girls get to say they got to fuck their hot best friends at that.

Rumors went around about the three of you. People claimed you had the men in some sick reverse harem (don’t let them see you with nanami, too, the rumors would fly like a bird). But I mean, they weren’t too far off; it wasn’t an harem, it was an occasional threesome here and there.

“I won’t stop until Satoru stops trying to help himself,” Suguru said, and that scared poor little Satoru straight. His legs were spread and his fists were balled tight as he counted your next 5 smacks. The two of you were leaking while Suguru’s bulge was pressed against your tummy, that laid over his lap. “You’re such a good boy, Satoru, maybe you could teach y/n how to listen like you.”

This was all because Suguru got jealous. He always ran every man you met away, and this new guy you were serious about. So when suguru asked, you refused to give him any details about the man. Satoru tried to stand up for you, but that only got him in just as much trouble as you.

“Sugu…” you whined as he rubbed your clit slowly in small circles. Your legs were shaking from the overwhelming pleasure, your pleading eyes beaded with tears. Satoru was torn between the two of you, wanting to be submissive for Suguru but dominant for you.

“You want Satoru to teach you?” he asked, beckoning Satoru over, and he wasted no time coming over to the two of you. You nodded eagerly, reaching out to rub his poor throbbing bulge.

Suguru smirked he was a freak, and he loved watching Satoru switch. Nothing got him more aroused than watching the two people he loved the most be intimate. He was having the time of his life watching your body lay at the end of the bed while satoru fucked into you like he was deprived.

Neither of them even bothered to take off your clothes for your planned coffee date. Your shirt still on, a tit threatening to slip out, skirt bunched up by your waist, and your fishnets ripped.

The way your legs were pressed to your chest and Satoru’s body leaned over yours. He was so close to spilling his cum all over satoru’s round ass. His cock rubbed against his ass every time Satoru thrusted in and out of you. 

“You think she’ll finally learn her lesson, Toru? Think she’ll be a good girl for us?” Suguru whispered in Satoru’s ear, but you heard it anyway. Satoru was fucking you so good your eyes were rolled to the back of you head. But that still didn’t stop you from commenting.

“F-fuck.. hah… both of you,” you said, words broken up by your pornographic moans. Usually, Suguru was the one who got angry at your vulgar words, but this time, something snapped in Satoru His thrust sped up and his rhythm became sloppily and he fucked you senseless.

“Looks like you made him angry, baby. Open your eyes, look at him while he fucks you,” he instructed sending a rough smack to satoru’s ass making him whimper. You forced your eyes open, immediately looking into those big blue eyes that were two shades darker out of anger.

“It’s fuck me? That’s what you said?” he asked, his voice strained, throat dry as a desert from the series of events. His glasses were fogged up, and sweat dripped from his forehead. Suguru didn't say anything, just quietly moved from behind Satoru and knelt next to your head. His fat cock above your face and stroking his cock to the look on your fucked out face.

“Mmm toru…” You whined, looking Suguru in the eyes, knowing how he felt about eye contact. His cock twitched in his hands with each pump just from the way you looked at him.

“P-please make her suck it sugu, w-wanna see her mouth stuffed with you.” satoru whined begging his hips slowing to a halt as he hyperfixated on the two of you.

“Open for me pretty,” he instructed you to open your mouth. The minute your mouth opened he was fucking your throat mercilessly. Your jaw was hurting from the jump, and your gags were music to his ears. The sloppy spit and your teary eyes were enough to have the two men filling you full. “want you to cum with me toru, can you hold it until i’m ready?” he asked and toru moaned with a small nod.

“Yeah, I can… hah… i can wait.” his eyes were trained on the spit that bubbled around suguru as he fucked your throat. Your mascara was running down your eyes, and lip gloss was still on your lips. “Can… can y/n cum with us too sugu please?”

Hearing him whine and beg had you clenching around him. He was always so caring, always asking for you, caring about you, even when he knew Suguru would get mad. You looked up at Suguru's eyes, matching Satoru’s pleading words.

“Mhm,” he hummed, grabbing Satoru’s chin, kissing his wet lips still fucking your throat. The sight was enough to make you moan, which caused Suguru to groan in Satoru’s mouth. Satoru was rubbing your clit while fucking you making your pleasure double fucking you harder than before.

It was obvious they both were starting to chase their highs, rushing to finish. You were getting closer and closer to finishing, and you were hoping so were they. You resorted to playing with Suguru’s balls, a weak attempt at milking him, knowing he was the one who lasted the longest.

“Sugu m’ready…” Satoru, whined, looking up at him with those blue eyes, pouting as he felt his climax piercing through him. 

“Wait one more minute for me, Toru, you’re doing so good, so are you y/n you’re both so good.” he was clearly rambling now. Which was a tell-tale sign that he was closer than he let on. “So wet, so hot, fuck m’cumming. Shit.” 

“On one, mkay?” Gojo said, and the two of you nodded ready to cum when ever gojo finished the countdown. “3… 2… 1,” he said as he released inside you, the sight of your body convulsing and suguru’s dick twitching in your month had him unload more cum than usual. 

Suguru kept his cock in your mouth until he was completely drained. He used his thumb to open your mouth removing his cock letting it slap against your face. You stuck out your tongue, showing him you swallowed it all, panting like a dog. Out of breath wasn’t even the word to explain how you felt; you were exhausted. 

You could tell it wasn’t over for Satoru, Suguru still had a hungry look in his eyes. But sweet satoru was fucked out dick lip on his tummy as he laid next to you. You pushed the hair out of his face, giggling at his drowsy eyes. You leaned down, kissing his forehead, out of nowhere, hands gripped your waist, lifting you from the bed.

“Gonna start you a bath, Satoru’s not done yet.” Suguru smiled as he turned on the water for you.

“W-wait, huh, what do you mean?” Satoru asked, and Suguru ignored him as he made sure your bath was nice and warm. He even added a little bath bomb in there for you while Satoru was begging for answers. “Hey. Suguru! Don’t be like that man!” 

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[kamospeach]

(any pics without tags are bc i didn't know who they belonged to!)

plot: what good is a friend if they can't be your shoulder to cry on

content warning: angsty for readerrrr

content warning: face riding higuruma will be happening btw

today was not your day, you were insanely bored, your boyfriend bailed on your plans (again), and your girlfriends are all with their boyfriends. you weren't too upset with them since you had girls' night soon. so your last option was to go to higuruma's dorm and watch a movie while he did work.

"so what you're saying is i was your last choice?" he asked, leaning on the door, and you laughed, pushing past him.

"no, you were my only choice," you said, and he laughed with a small nod, sitting back at his desk as you climbed into his bed. he tossed you the remote, and you turned on the tv, eyes trained on the k-drama that sucked you in.

the silence was comforting just because you knew you weren't all alone. you also knew that if you had a random thought or needed to rant, he'd listen. it was one of your favorite things about higuruma. he wasn't overbearing, but he was there when you needed him the most.

you kept checking your phone, hoping he would text. thinking, just maybe your mind was wrong. your boyfriend didn't usually lie to you, so you weren't sure why you had a gut feeling this time. you were checking his location like crazy. it said he was at his parents' house, like he told you.

"i hope you're not stalking that so-called boyfriend of yours." you snorted at him, not acknowledging him as your boyfriend. he never considered him your boyfriend for the simple fact that he just didn't like him.

"i am," you replied matter-of-factly. "i just don't know why i have the gut feeling that he lied to me."

"well, you know what they say, trust your gut," he says, still flipping through his papers as if he didn't just fuel your suspicions.

"are you going to help me trust my gut?" you said, and a soft smile spread across his face.

"you know im a sucker for justice," he says nonchalantly calling someone. you had no idea what he was planning, but you trusted him. "kento? can you come get me and y/n? at my dorm. 10 minutes. okay, we’ll be ready.” he sat his phone down and you looked at him, jaw dropped.

“did you really just do that?” you asked, and he nodded, going back to finishing his work. “what if he sees us?”

“then he sees, now watch your show, i need to finish this homework before kento gets here.” so that’s what you did. you sat in his bed quietly watching the tv as he rushed through his homework. and just like nanami had said, 10 minutes later, he called to let higuruma know he was downstairs.

“hiro, are you sure about this?” you said, biting your nails as you walked to namami’s car. he opened the back door for you to get in.

“so sure,” he says as you got in, getting into the front seat himself. luckily for you, nanami’s backseat windows were tinted, so if you did ride past your boyfriend, he wouldn’t be able to see.

“hi nanamin!” you said excitedly, since it had been a while since you had seen him. he seemed more upset than normal, especially since the past week he looked happier.

“hi y/n,” he said monotonously like he usually is. you decided to leave it alone and not pry. once all seatbelts were on and you gave nanami the address, you were off. you sat in the back, biting your nails in anticipation.

every time the minutes ticked downwards, you got more antsy. you were looking out the window, checking to see if you could see his car. or maybe just him, but you didn’t. even when you pulled up to his parents' house, there was no car outside.

furious wasn’t even the word to describe what you were feeling. you got out of the car, stomping up the driveway to their front door. you knocked on the door respectfully yet angrily. the door opened to his mother, who looked very confused as to why you were there.

“hi, sweetheart, how can i help you?” she asked, reading the look on your face as if she wasn’t sure why you were angry. i mean, sure, you figured his mother didn’t know that her son turned out to be a lying piece of-.

“i’m sorry to bother you like this, but is mahito here?” she asked, and she frowned, shaking her head. soon after his dad appeared behind her, and when you looked at him, you saw the resemblance. you tried really hard to hold back your scowl when you saw his father.

“we haven’t seen him since he stopped by this morning,” his father informed you, digging into his pocket. he pulled out a phone, handing it to you. the confusion on your face must have been evident since his father continued to speak. “can you give this to him? he left it here by accident. it’s his second phone.”

you were surprised to hear that mahito had a second phone that you didn’t know about. this was all starting to get to you, you were getting angrier and angrier by the moment. you grabbed the phone from his father, giving him a fake smile.

“i sure will!” you say, turning around, not even bothering to say bye. you just got in nanami’s car, both of the men looking at you in confusion. “he’s not here,” you say, and nanami sighs, starting the car. higuruma was just as shocked as you were, if not more.

“but his location says he was here…” he says, trying to rationalize and figure out the situation himself.

“yeah, well, i think this ‘second phone’ of his was what i had seen,” you said, opening the app on your phone and seeing that it showed he was here with you. and it was moving along with you, but the truth was painfully obvious: he lied.

“i say call him.” nanami butted in and you looked up at him through the rearview mirror in shock. your head shook rapidly, and there was no way you could confront him. “just to see if he’d lie again!” nanami was pretty worked up now, so you felt like it was the least you could do. 

so that’s what you did. you called mahito, and on the last ring, he answered the phone. he sounded out of breath and as if he was in a rush. you didn’t want to talk to him, but you needed to see if he would lie.

“hey baby,” he said happily, and you quietly scoffed, not caring if he heard or not.

“where are you?” you asked not in the mood for the lovey dovey shit. you wanted to get down to the real stuff and know if he was playing in your face. you didn’t waste time on a hi, hello, or how are you.

“woah, what’s going on? i’m at my parents' house like i told you,” he lied again, so you laughed. but not a ‘haha’ laugh it was a ‘lie again so i can fuck you up’  laugh. you took a deep breath in and out to calm yourself from lashing out too early.

“i’m going to give you one more chance to tell the truth. where are you?” you asked again, and the line went silent for a moment before the phone beeped. you were in shock, there was no way he just hung up on you. “go to his dorm,” was all you said, and nanami nodded, driving to his dorm.

it was all pointless. you had higuruma and nanami on a wild goose chase. you went to everywhere he would usually be, places you saw his location before, and even places you’ve never been to. all for nothing, the guys chalked it up to a loss before taking you back to your place.

but lo and behold, your boyfriend was kissing a girl as he leaned against his car. presumably kissing her goodbye, but there was no stopping you when adrenaline was pumping through your veins. you jumped out of the car when it was practically still moving. good thing nanami was only going 3 miles per hour. 

you power-walk over to your now ex-boyfriend, feeling your blood boil the minute you lock eyes. he releases his grip on the girl, moving away from her. you had to remind yourself that violence isn’t the answer before you got too angry and slapped the shit out of him.

“hey, baby, what are you doing here?” he asked with a wry smile, and you looked at him in disbelief. no way he was acting like this; he must be on some type of hard drugs.

“i live here you asshole,” you said turning to look at the girl who looked confused. you didn’t care about her; she wasn’t your target, mahito was. “so not only did you lie, you cheated on me,” you say, and mahito scoffs.

“says you all your friends are guys!” he yelled, and you looked at him like he had four heads. he had to be kidding you; there was no way he was blaming his infidelity on you having male friends.

“first off, that’s not true, and second, you have a lot of friends who are girls. i’ve never said anything to you because i trusted you.” tears were running from your eyes out of anger, you couldn't believe this. you’ve been with him since you started college, and he was betraying you because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. “then you have the audacity to be out in front of my dorm kissing her.”

“look, you just weren’t cutting it,” he smirked, grabbing the girl by her waist. she pushed herself away from him, looking at him in disgust. it was taking everything in you not to slap the stitches off that man. but your hand moved faster than your brain, and your hand raised, but someone grabbed your wrist.

“maybe we shouldn’t do that, yeah?” you looked up, seeing higuruma standing over you, grabbing your hand with a small smile. you nodded, ashamed he had to see that, sparing one last glance at mahito.

“we’re done if i see you anywhere near me, i swear on-” you said as higuruma dragged you inside your dorm building. “i swear i’ll kill him, hiro,” you said, tears still pouring, and he just nodded.

“what happened to getting your anger under control?” he sighed, and you stood in your place looking at him with a childish pout.

“that was before my boyfriend cheated on me,” you said, unlocking the door to your dorm, sitting on the couch. your arms were crossed in anger, and higuruma leaned against the door looking at you. “i mean, almost 3 years wasted, all for what? all those anger management classes just for him to make me mad.” 

“well, you were telling me how you wanted to have a serious talk with him. maybe this is a good thing, you won't have to worry about him anymore,” he advised, and you nodded, agreeing with the point he was making.

“but it just sucks that i was always loyal to him. i never once cheated,” you tell higuruma, who sighs, making his way over to you to sit down. he sat next to you. he had never been cheated on, so he wasn’t exactly sure what to say. but he did know that that man didn’t deserve your loyalty at all.

“it’s not fair for you to give your loyalty to someone who never gave you none. think of this as a blessing in disguise, you got rid of the dead weight,” he said, hoping to cheer you up, and you nodded, giving him a bright smile. 

“thank you, hiro, you always know just what to say.” you thank him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“it’s no problem, that’s what i’m here for.”

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'kay dolls my asks are open ! i'll be goin through them in like the next weekkkk

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♡ your hotneighbor!gojo has taken a liking to you and your habits! ꒰petnames: good girl, baby, slut ┆reader calls him ♡ sato, jo, daddy♡꒱ 𓊆cw: brattybimbo!black reader, vouyerism, exhibitionism, thigh riding, missionary, unprotected, praise + degredtion, spanking, lil bit o' breast play, creampie, not too much plot in this one, gojo's dirty talk is unmatched, 𓊇

ㅤ ꒰୨୧꒱ mind you this is my first fic back . . .the title made me giggle

he never meant to watch…at least not the first time! 

but in gojo’s defense, you had a bad habit of leaving the curtains open, and your room just so happened to face his. 

beautiful brown skin that held the light like honey, lashes thick and full only decorating the pretty brown eyes that lie beneath them, curves that made his mouth dry…you’re the kind of woman it was hard to keep eyes off of. you laughed loud. wore pink as if it were the only thing you knew. you always had glossy lips, new hairstyles every couple of weeks (his favorite was the braids with the “flowy bits” as he calls them), and shopping bags from prada to shein swinging from your wrists like little trophies. 

he never learned your name either. 

not initially, at least…

but one night, through your window, he heard it– soft and sweet between a couple of moans and giggles.

“damn, y/n.. you always this loud, mama?”

there it was! a name to match that pretty face, skin, and the smile he couldn’t help but watch. “y/n…” he repeated to himself later that night, under his breath while his hand was wrapped around his cock. “pretty name for a pretty girl..”

and you know what? he anticipated those types of nights, watching…not every time, but just enough to have him rubbing one out once the onslaught was over.

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it was a perfect summer day for you, relaxing in your beach chair by your pool in a bikini that hardly covered anything, but that was just how you liked it! especially with your hot, new neighbor was just over in his yard, cooking whatever it was, but it smelled so yummy. yet for some reason, you thought you felt his eyes on you- no, you knew he did. all those nights of intentionally leaving the window open seemed to pay off. 

those bright blue irises were intently scanning over every inch of your body from over the grill, hungry and not in any way pertaining to food! 

“hey, grill boy!” you called out to him, not yet opening your eyes or moving your sunglasses. “are y’gonna share? that smells good.” 

there was a pause. then his voice, low, smug, and sweet like sin, responded back to you, closer than you initially thought, “depends, you got dessert?” 

your brown eyes peeked over your sunglasses. he was leaning over the fence with his silver hair messy, shirtless, and a towel over his neck like he was in some kind of ad. his body was nicer than you originally thought, looking as if he was plucked out of a movie. show-off. 

“open the gate for me, pretty lady.” you didn’t hesitate. “you got a name, grill boy?” you asked as you got up, walking to the gate and opening it with a swish in your hips.

“satoru gojo,” he said in a tone that made your tummy do flips. “and you?”

you smiled and cocked your head to the side, holding the gate open for him. “y/n.” then you turned and flopped right back in your chair like you weren’t outside practically half naked for your friendly neighbor.

“you’re really out here like this with no warning?” he asked, amused, tossing his towel on the chair beside you. “what if i had a weak heart?”

“you don’t,” you said simply, “if you did, you’d have been dead already.” 

gojo paused for just a moment, watching you take your sunglasses off and set them on the small table where you had your water, taking a sip. then he laughed. “you’re dangerous.”

you rolled your eyes, “sounds like a lot of talk for someone with no game,” you said as you finally sat your water bottle down. when your eyes met his again, his expression was different. eyes low and a hungry smile. “you sound like you wanna find out.”

you sat up, all the way up, cocking your head as you did, your hand resting on his thigh, just fiddling with the fabric of his shorts. “well, i let you over here, didn’t i?” you watched as gojo’s eyes dipped to where your hand rested. 

“i must be special, or i’m just a piece of meat like those guys you always have over.”

your cheeks ran hot. so he did notice, you thought to yourself. you could feel the heat of his skin, the lazy grin he gave you doing whirlwinds between your thick thighs. “you’re noisy, smoke weed all the time, n’ watch me through my window,” you paused feeling him hum against your cheek, his lips ghosting your jaw, “but you’re hot so i guess you’re a little bit special..”

“yeah? yet you’ve never closed the curtains.” he felt his heartbeat pick up, feeling your hand slip under the hem of his shorts. 

“cus i don’t wanna.”

and that was all gojo needed to hear. in a single breath, his lips met yours, hungry and deep like he had something to prove. he kissed good, and tasted even better. the moan you let out flipped something in him, pulling you into his lap in one swift motion, gojo’s big slender hands holding your back and thigh, his thumbs brushing against your skin slick with sweat and sunscreen. “fuck, you feel good just like i thought.” he muttered, is lips dragging against your neck. 

you bit your lip and rolled your hips against his in response, your body hot from the sound he made against your neck and how thick his cock felt already pressed against his shorts. you were already so excited and he could tell. 

“you want it right here, baby?” gojo asked, laughing since before he could finish his sentence you were already nodding yes. “yeah?” he teased, eyes on your cunt that was warm and slick through your bottoms against his thigh.

“please daddy?” you huffed, your bottom lip puffed out while you attempted to reach for his dick, but you were met with your hand being held behind your back, and another one of his starting to guide your hips back and forth. 

“no, not yet.” he pulled the strings on the back of your bikini, watching as it slid off and onto the floor. “you’re such a good girl for asking like that, but i’ve got to get you back for what you did to me,” he said against your nipple belonging to the breast he now held in his hand, your hips moving still but now without his guidance. 

before you could protest he latched on, sucking and swirling his tongue in such a way it sent electricity down into your clit in ways it never has before. your head fell back, the moans you let out only making gojo intensify his motions, his bright blue eyes staring up right at you, revelling in the expressions you made.

“s-saaaah- sato ohmygod-” the heat building up in your core was making you hot and dizzy, your hips stuttering but still moving faster as you chased that high. the hand that wasn’t being held behind your back was grasping at his hair, shoulder, anything you could dig those pretty acrylics of yours into. the slick slide of your folds on the muscles of his thigh, the pressure on your clit…it was too much!

“that’s it,” he groaned, his mouth still wrapped around your nipple that was growing more and more sensitive by the minute, the vibrations from his voice resonating through your chest. “look at you makin’ a fuckin’ mess on my leg.”

“g-gonna ‘m gonna-”

“yeah? cum for me,” he said letting go of your hand, putting both his hands on your hips, grinding you harder on his thigh. “you better make it really fuckin’ pretty. show out for me like you do for them, y/n.”

and that you did!

your whole body began to vibrate as your orgasm tore through you, your thighs squeezing shut around gojo, your back arching while your head fell into the crook of his neck. he held you through the entire thing, letting you ride out every gasp and every pulse, kissing your head. “good girl,” he whispered, cooing at you.

and before you knew it gojo laid you on your back, tugging your swimsuit bottoms to the side to admire the mess you made. the mess he caused. “looook at you.” gojo hummed, rubbing his thumb along your slit, spreading the slick with a grin. “you’re so fuckin’good for me you know that?”

you could only offer him a whine and a nod in response, your hips twitching as he positioned himself over you. usually you were the shit talker, but something about gojo’s presence alone had you stuck. you were really stuck watching him pull down his shorts, seeing his cock spring up, his tip hot and beading. now it's not that you don’t know how to handle length, but he was wide, which you knew would have you weak. 

he leaned in close, his hand resting on the back of the chair above your head, the other brushing his tip against your entrance, teasing you with just a teeny stretch before he pulled back. “what’s the matter, baby? cat got your tongue?”

you shook your head, your breath already shaking, “w-well no! you’re just..b-big..”

it was like those words woke him up like a sleeper agent the way that his lips pulled into a grin, “just wait,” he whispered, his face close to yours, “‘til you feel aaaaalll of me.” and he pushed in, slow but intentional, wanting you to feel every vein and every inch of that curve. your brows furrowed, and your mouth fell open, a sharp breath following as he bottomed out, hips pressing against yours. “-jo!–”

“theeere’s that pretty voice i wanted.” gojo moaned this time, dropping his head to kiss your jaw, neck, anywhere that he could reach as he started to rock his hips deep and slow, your legs already starting to tremble. “you feel that, y/n?” he whispered in your ear, hand sliding up to wrap around your throat. “you see what this pussy’s been doing to me baby?”

you couldn’t even begin to think of a response, let alone a thought, your eyes rolled so far in the back of your head you were worried they’d get stuck. his hand around your throat squeezed just slightly, enough to have you biting at your bottom lip, then it slid down, palming your tit. he rolled your nipple between his fingers before giving it a slap that made your back arch, your body twitching from the sting. “mmnh!”

“so sensitive. all soft n’ perfect for me,” he mumbled, switching hands to play with your other breast, giving you a fresh mark just beneath your collarbone in the process. “you act like such a brat, but the moment i get to touch you, you’re putty, huh?”

he punctuated his words with another spank, this time to your thigh, the sound echoing of the water of the pool behind the two of you, the sound echoing through your poor brain. “mmph- you’re s’ full of yourself!” you blurted out, practically babbling, trying to fight back. “you fuck me once ‘n think you own it?” 

gojo grinned. that feral one he’s only ever pulled when he's having WAY too much fun. “i owned this pussy the second you left the curtains open, slut.” he adjusted your leg around his waist, angling his hips to fuck you deeper, his breath hitching once his tip hit your cervix. the sound of skin bounced off the water now, your lashes fluttering, doing your best to lock in.

“y-you hahhh~ talk all that shit sato,” you purred, you voice even filthier than his, “but y-you’re the one who couldn’t- hic couldn’t stop jacking off in the dark.” you felt his hips stutter, making you smirk. “oh yeah daddy, i saw you.”

something about hearing that..hearing that you knew made something in his brain snap. “fuck,” he groaned, his grip on your waist tightening, “you’re fuckin’ evil. his pace was punishing now, hitting you so deep your breath caught everytime. “you’ve been watchin’ me too?” he panted against your mouth. “while i was stroking my cock to the sound of you?”   “you wished it was you..” was the only thing you were able to get out in between breaths, gojo’s grip on your hips lifting them up into his with each thrust. 

“you’ve already started to call me daddy, yet you didn’t do that for anyone else. it was always. gonna. be. me.” he growled, your bodies slapping together in rhythm with each word, with each thrust heavier than the last. gojo’s chest was flush with yours, a hand slipping back up to yours while the other gripped your thigh to spread you wider. “fuckin’ just like that,” he moaned, his forehead now pressed against yours. “pussy grippin’ me so tight. you gonna cum?”

at this point your nails were dug into his back, your voice high pitched and needy: “pleasepleasepleaseplease~” “do it.” he ordered against your lips, “make a fuckin’ mess for me. lemme feel it.” and you listened. legs locked around his waist, head thrown back, your eyes glossy and puffy lips wide open in a moan as your orgasm hit, your sweet juices flooding the what little space was between he two of you. between that and how you clenched around him, he lost it.

“shit–shit—y/n—!!” gojo buried himself inside you, stuttering as he came with a groan, his breath heavy against your cheek as he rocked the both of you through it. you laid there for a moment, still twitching beneath him, rubbing your fingers over the poor scratches you left on his back . . .

“..mmh?” gojo rubbed his eyes awake, sitting up and taking an annoyed breath seeing the hard on he had in his pants. he got up and carried on as usual, going outside to put the ribs he planned to eat for the next 3-4 days on the grill. he got glimpse of you already laid in your beach chair, in the exact same bikini from his dream..

“hey, grill boy!” you called out to him, not yet opening your eyes or moving your sunglasses. “are y’gonna share? that smells good.”

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plot: you? need tutoring? of course not! unless it's statistics...

content warning: little angsty for my poor kenny

dean's (aka peachy) yap: na na na nanaminnn

this situation was so embarrassing. you never needed a tutor. not once ever in your life; you were too smart for that. but the way kento effortlessly explained statistics to you made you rethink your life.

"are you alright?" he asked, looking up from his paper and seeing the way your face looked as if you'd be sick. your head was spinning, and you were stressing just from seeing the numbers on the paper.

"it's just... a lot..." you admitted, and he nods in understanding. he knew math could be a lot, and you were the first person he'd ever tutored, so he wasn't exactly the best at it. he was trying because it was you.

he never really had a crush on you, but he did have a strong, friendly attraction. before you even asked him to tutor you, he had always found you to be a nice girl. wave, even if you were with your friends, giving him a hug whenever you both found yourself in the same building on campus.

most people weren’t as nice as you, they weren’t mean but not that nice. he liked it. he liked being treated like a normal person and not just a braniac. he also liked the idea of not telling anyone he was tutoring you per your request. he declined so many people that it would be quite awkward if they found out.

“i know im not the best tutor, i'll try to get better for you,” he said quickly, and you shook your head rapidly. you didn’t want him to think he was at fault for your lack of math skills.

“no, it’s not you. i’ve never been exceptionally good at math. just good enough, i guess,” you admitted, and kento hummed, leaning his chin into his palm. he wished he could say he was listening to you ramble about your complaints, but he wasn't.

nanami was studying your face, never realizing how beautiful you really were. your melanated skin and surely perfect eyebrows your eyes that seem to suck him in like a whirlpool. the way your braids fell in front of your face and the way your perfectly manicured nails moved them out of the way. nanami was in a daze.

“math is kind of like a puzzle-“ he started, and you snorted jokingly, cutting him off.

“a 1,000-piece puzzle!” you exclaimed, which made a small smile spread across his usually neutral face.

“sure, let’s say that, but eventually, once you do the outline and figure out some pieces inside, it gradually gets easier. right?” he offered, and the more you thought about it, the more you agreed. he was right. you slowly nodded and he slid his notes over to you. “same with statistics let’s focus on the outline and basics and then we’ll work on the actual problems.”

“you’re so smart, ken,” you said, admiring him as a slight blush ran across his face. of course, he has been called smart before, but not by a pretty girl. "i feel like you're tutoring me and yourself."

"how so?" he asked, brows furrowed, not sure exactly what you meant.

"well, you said you're not the best tutor, but you found a strategy that works for the both of us, no?" you asked, tilting your head, and nanami nodded in realization.

"i guess i did," he says as the two of you get back to work. this was your 4th time meeting with nanami. tomorrow, you have a test and a day off from tutoring. you promised you would take him out to dinner for all he had done for you.

"what did you want to eat tomorrow?" you asked, and he sighed, not really for the idea of you buying him anything. he packed up his bag as he thought of a good place to eat.

"i'll let you pick since i already don't like the idea of you spending money on me," he huffed, and you smiled, finding his disapproval attractive.

"sounds good." you smiled, leaving out the library before him. keeping the same routine you've had for a while now. you leave first, and he waits 5 minutes to leave out to go about his way.

the next day, you were giddy and excited to see nanami; you never were the type to be nonchalant about a crush. although you wouldn't exactly call this a crush, you just thought nanami was good-looking. you didn't even try to hide your excitement as you skipped to his car.

"how do you afford a car like this as a college student?" you said in awe of the shiny black car. he didn't show it, but her liked when you noticed little things about him.

"well, im a scholarship student, and to keep my scholarship, i have to work in the business office doing numbers," he said, and you nodded.

"you always surprise me, ken!" you laugh, sitting in the door that was opened by nanami himself. he closed the door behind you and made his way to the driver seat. before you could talk yourself out of making an embarrassing statement, you went ahead and said it anyway: "this feels like a date."

"do you want it to be a date?" he asked, not being able to talk himself out of the embarrassing statement either. you pretended to think about it, which made nanami laugh a little.

"i wouldn't be against it, but i'm paying," you pouted, and he shrugged, taking this as an opportunity to offer to pay.

"i'll pay," he responded urgently and scoffed, shaking your head at his audacity.

"as if! you've been tutoring me with no pay; you deserve this!" you exclaimed, but nanami still denied that he deserved to be paid.

"i told you i'm tutoring because i want to, not just because you asked," he says as he parked the car in front of the restaurant you both agreed on last night. he climbed out of the car going around to open the door for you.

"should i start calling you nanamin like yuji?" you asked, and he sighed, running his hands over his face at your statement. he knew finding out that you knew yuji would be the bane of his existence. bad enough you had been cordial enough with gojo to hold a conversation. now you knew two people who made fun of him (in an adoration way, of course).

"absolutely not. keep calling me ken," he said, but it only exposed his love for the nickname you gave him– that of course he acted as if he didn't like when you first said it.

"aww, you actually like being called ken?" you asked, teasing him, and he cleared his throat. after spending days with him, you knew that meant 'leave it alone,' so you did all while giggling to yourself. that meant he was either embarrassed or flustered, and from the pink tint on his face, it was clearly both.

you both sat at the table ordering your food and engaging in light conversation. you were trying with everything in you not to talk about math. it seemed like the only thing you two had in common. you being bad at it, and him being an absolute genius with numbers.

but as the dinner went on, you found out you had much more in common. like how you both enjoyed pastries or how you wanted to travel. him noting your interest in paris and you noting his in malaysia. you both enjoyed rom-coms, which he was nervous to tell you, but he recommended so many you hadn't even heard of.

you bonded on your love for anime and how he was in the anime club that was run by gojo. he even convinced you to come to the meeting next week. he said that they usually talked about mutual anime interests and collectively watched an episode or two of an anime.

somehow, you went from anime to your favorite genre of music. you weren’t surprised to hear that he liked classical, but thoroughly surprised to find out that he dibbled and dabbled in neo-soul.

"ken~ don't let me find out you're seasoned!" you laughed, and his brows furrowed in confusion. he wasn't exactly sure what you meant, but he went along with it.

"i'm not sure what you mean, but i guess i'm 'seasoned,'" he said in a questioning tone that made you laugh at how proper he sounded. you were having a lot more fun than you expected to, simply laughing and smiling at whatever nanami said. sometimes, you even pulled a chuckle out of him.

after you both finished your food, nanami, although reluctantly, watched you pay for the food. after that, he offered the two of you to go to the ice cream parlor down the street. of course, your sweet tooth couldn't deny an ice cream sundae.

nanami made it a point to pay for the ice cream. you both agreed on sharing a 4 scoop sundae and sitting at a table by the water. you hummed at the taste of the ice cream as nanami just stared at you. you didn't notice, though; you were too engrossed in the ice cream.

"you know... this does feel like a date. i'm terribly sorry that i wasn't the one who paid," he says again, and you sigh.

"ken, i told you over and over that it's okay. this was for all your hard work, plus i think i did really good on my test today. it was easy, and i wasn't stuck on any of the questions," you admitted truthfully. you hated that he was beating himself up for something you wanted to do. he helped you a bunch, and you wanted him to feel appreciated.

“okay, i’ll try to get over it,” he said, going back to eating the ice cream the two of you shared. at this point, you sat in comfortable silence, watching the sunset. your phone was blowing up your girls asking you how it was going, and you told them it was going great. after the sun had gone down, the two of you walked slowly back to his car. you both weren’t ready for the day to be over, but you couldn’t deny that the last 3 hours were eventful.

throughout the afternoon, you both randomly blurted out, ‘i’m having a lot of fun’. the feeling of this much fun was different to nanami. he usually hung out with gojo, higuruma, yuji, or ino. so, to make a new friend like you was worth going out of his comfort zone. he even had fun on the ride home, where you let him listen to music that you enjoyed. 

“i like this song,” he said, and you smiled.

“this is one of my favorites, so i’m glad you like it!” you both basked in the music on the way back to your dorm. once he pulled up in front, he repeated the same routine of getting out the car and opening the door for you. “thank you for spending the day with me, ken. i know you’re a homebody and all.” 

“it’s no problem; it was definitely worth it,” he said as the two of you hugged. you waved at him as you went inside your dorm. he got back in his car with a smile on his face, yes a smile. he drove home with the same smile, took a shower, and washed a pile of laundry, all with a smile. he even was smiling into the next day when he went to the supermarket to get groceries. he had the same smile when he went to the mall looking for new clothing. he actually thought about what you’d like to see on him.

until… he heard that laugh, the one he’d know from a mile away now. it was yours, and it was louder than yesterday. ‘whoever this is must be real funny,’ he thought to himself as he walked past victoria’s secret, seeing you and another man looking at lingerie. you held it to your chest, giving him a sexy pose, and he nodded. there was that laugh again, louder than before and louder than when you were with him.

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plot: you wouldn't believe who you ran into

content warning: nothing yet

dean's (aka peachy) yap: are we ready?

if anyone asked how you got here, you wouldn't even know what to say. how did it come down to you being 3 inches away from gojo's face? how did you end up in his apartment, draped in his clothing? how did you end up finding out the nerd wasn't so innocent? how did you end up falling in love with him?

4 years ago

"there's an anime club... on campus?" you asked, brow furrowed in confusion. you couldn't believe your ears. who came up with that corny idea?

"yes! they're recruiting! isn't that so exciting?" she gushed, and you nodded slowly, not really relating to her excitement. it's not that you weren't into anime, but join the club? hell no. you weren't ashamed that you watched anime. if anyone asked you, were willing to nerd out? but you weren't willing to throw yourself in the line of fire for immediate bullying.

"for you, yeah." you nod with a laugh as you hiked your purse up on your shoulder. "what nerd came up with that weird shit anyway," you said and your friends mouth opened and closed no words leaving. your friend never answered your question, but satoru gojo surely did. slamming his hands on the table, clearly angry.

"this nerd." your face was frowned up as you looked at him. your first inital thought was: 'he's a nerd?'. but his glasses and sweater vest really pulled it together. but he was a lot nicer looking than the rest of the nerds around this university. "if you don't want to join then don't join but you don't have to talk shit about it."

"it's really not that serious." you shrug turning to look at your friend who was giving you a look. "i mean my friend is joining so just be happy about that," you said trying to take the attention off your shit talking. At any other time, you would have stood ten toes on your opinion. but this nerd was intimidating, and he was very good-looking.

present time

this was how you and gojo became academic rivals. from your first year all the way to your junior year, where it felt like you had every single class together. 4 out of 6 of your classes were online, so the two that were in person were now with none other than satoru gojo.

"i don't think gen z is addicted to social media. i think we intentionally spend a lot of time on the internet," you said, and satoru laughed, and you turned to look along the desk. he sat at least 10 people down from you, and you weren't in the mood today.

"i disagree our generation's reliance on social media has become so pervasive that functioning without it would pose significant challenges. it has shaped our social and cognitive habits in ways that are difficult to reverse," he said, and you scoffed, not even in the mood to argue with him today. after class, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and you turned around, seeing it was gojo.

"what do you want?" you asked, not in the mood for gojo to berate you for not being as articulate or smart or poised or strong-willed or whatever his big brain could think of.

"i'm surprised you didn't argue back today. turning over a new leaf?" he asked, and you snorted, perish the thought you had the urge to grow up.

"i'm just not in the mood to argue today. it's about to be our final year, let's figure out how to get along." you offered a truce, and a serious one at that. truthfully, you did feel like you had grown out of the silly little arguments you and satoru previously engaged in.

"right... well, if you can prove to me using social media is a choice and not an addiction, i'll take your proposal seriously," he offered, and you nodded, not opposed to the idea.

"how will you monitor it?" you asked, and he smirked, leaning over you as you deleted your social media.

"guess i'll just have to spend every moment of every day with you," he says, and you look up at him in utter disbelief. there was no way he expected you to tolerate him any longer than your regular and already lengthy class.

"hell no!" you said, and he sighed.

"how else will i make sure you don't cheat me? we'll just have to figure out things to do." and that you did for the rest of the week you and gojo were hip and hip. arguing about every little thing, where to eat lunch this day, and should you get smoothies this day.

“gojo, please, i’m tired. i want to sleep,” you begged as gojo skimmed through the books in the library. he didn’t care about your pleas; he just wanted to find his book. so he kept on looking and looking until he found the one. you were silently celebrating, thinking gojo didn’t notice.

“don’t get too excited. i need to go to the gym,” he smiled, and you scoffed. what nerd goes to the gym, you thought to yourself, only to find out not only was he athletic, he was also ripped? he even tried to encourage you to join his workout.

“no thanks, i’m not in the right clothing.” you shook your head and crossed your legs as you watched gojo lift the weights. “why do i have to follow you around? why can’t you follow me?” you asked, and he hummed, pretending to think on what you said.

“i mean, i could, but i don’t want to be cordial, you do. plus i don’t want to,” he says, letting out a deep sigh. he wiped his face with the hem of his shirt. unfortunately for you, you were flashed a full rack of abs. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8?!

the spit got caught in your throat as your eyes moved towards the thick trail of white hair leading into his workout shorts. you didn’t find him as attractive as you did right now. the way his lean body flexed and glistened in sweat under the gym lights.

your core was practically begging to see it from a different angle. preferably on top of you.

“no… no,” you whispered to yourself, attempting to rid yourself of the impure thoughts. which only caught gojo’s attention, turning to look at you.

“you talk to yourself? i mean, it’s okay if you do, but you could’ve warned me,” he said with a cheeky smirk that usually would make you wanna throw up. except this time, it made your lower body tingle with desire.

“no." was all you could get out without it sounding shaky and desperate. he just laughed to himself, not noticing the effect he had on you. after gojo's little workout, you both found yourselves at a cafe. sitting across from each other, he had a shit eating grin while you wore a stern face.

"what's wrong now, sweets?" he asked, head condescendingly tilting to the side. you were fed up with running behind gojo for a whole week. you had enough of looking like a lost puppy; it was time to put your foot down.

"look here, satoru gojo we need to make some rules," you said, and his smirk grew larger as he sipped at his drink.

"i like the way you say my first name," he said as his big blue eyes glistened under the artificial light. the air in your lungs seemed to get thicker. no way he was flirting with you right now. "what are the rules?" he asked, and you cleared your throat, ready to set your boundaries.

"first this challenge is only going to last 3 months which is the rest of the semester." you start and gojo hums mumbling a 'you sure you can last that long?' which only made the nasty thoughts in your head double no triple! "second one week i'll follow you and the other you'll follow me. but if we have important meetings we'll have to work it out with one another. don't get in each other's way, just act like friends who can't stand being away from each other."

"sure," he agreed without even thinking as you nodded to yourself, proud that you set boundaries between the two of you. staying off social media for 3 months would be hard for you, but you would never admit that to gojo.

"maybe we should... uh, get to know each-" you were cut off by a group of guys walking over to the two of you, a guy with long hair, a guy with pink hair, and a guy with two pigtails.

"no way we caught satoru on a date!" the one with the long hair laughed, making gojo wave them off. they all sat at the table looking between the two of you.

"it's not a date, and if this were a date, you all would be very out of line to be sitting at the table with us," he said with a slight attitude, giving the group of men a sharp glare.

"we knew this wasn't a date, satoru. you haven't been on a date since i've met you," the guy with pigtails said, rubbing his stomach. "i'm hungry."

"me too! let's get something to eat and put it on ryo's card," the long-haired one said, making the pink-haired one, who you assumed would be ryo, look up.

"says who?" his voice was deep and gravelly, actually very attractive. but honestly you preferred gojo's saccharine, cocky, condescending, and arrogant tone. you looked up at the tall man, only for you to feel a kick on your leg. you quickly turned to gojo, giving him a side-eye.

"it's rude to stare y/n," he said his familiar cocky smirk returning to his face. you rolled your eyes not in the mood to deal with his bullshit today, especially not in front of all these people.

"whatever, gojo, take me home," you said, now irritated that he embarrassed you in front of his friends. you began to stand until you felt a light grip on your wrist.

"you can't leave yet. satoru hasn't introduced you to us." now, his voice you could get used to: sultry, smooth, caring, and just overall sexy.

"let go of her wrist, suguru," he said, making this 'suguru' release his grip on you, allowing you to freely move. "we'll make the introductions quick so we can get out of here. geto, choso, sukuna," he said, pointing to them all and standing.

gojo didn't know if he was more embarrassed or jealous. embarrassed because they leaked his slow, unexciting, and nonexistent dating life. or jealous you looked at sukuna with such awe from his deep voice. or from the way geto softly grabbed your arm, using his voice to seduce you. 

he didn’t care after a while, he just wanted to get the two of you out of there. and so that’s what he did, grabbing your hand, practically dragging you out of the cafe. pulling you to his car, opening the passenger door for you to get in (that was the first time he’s done that out of the whole week).

“what’s gotten into you?” you asked, and he scoffed, looking out the windshield, not paying you any mind. he thought he hid his emotions better, but maybe not, since he practically rushed the two of you out of there.

“what are you talking about?” he asked, pressing on the gas, going way over the speed limit. it’s not that he didn’t want you around, he just wanted you out of his car. your perfume was suffocating him, clouding his better judgement to not admit- no…no. it was all his imagination, yeah imagination.

“i mean you got a little flustered in there when choso said you hadn’t been on a date in forever.” you tease and gojo chokes on his spit, making you giggle a little from his shocked reaction. making a swift turn pulling up outside of your apartment. “aww, kicking me out so soon?” you jokingly asked and he huffed as you laughed, climbing out of the car.

“bye, y/n,” he said, still looking forward not daring to spare you a glance.

“bye, satoru!” you say knowing how you saying his name affected him.

‘fuck’ he thought to himself, i need to get home now!

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plot: country!reiner meets a cute little slut at his lake house party :P

content warning: nothin really

peachy's yap: another one to distract you from thukuna. something about reiner with an accent sits SO right with me. if you remember he made a lil cameo in the plug!ony fic :3 part 2 coming soon

was this a waste of your day off, which you rarely get? yes, absolutely. did you care though? no not one bit. if you did, you wouldn't be leaning on suguru geto's arm, having your feet in armin's lap, or making sanji run back and forth to get you food and drinks to proclaim his love for you.

so to say the least, you were having fun. you weren't thinking about much either. you sat watching people jump in the lake or run around the house. although you had no idea whose house this was, you were sure splurging.

food, drinks, snacks, water, even using the bathroom to fix up your makeup. but while you sat and enjoyed your time, your eyes caught the most amazing sight. a guy. yea, it's true, any guy really caught your attention, but this one was different.

he was tall, blond, buff, but his stomach had a pudge. happy trail peaking out through his swim trunks as he walked toward where you sat. he slicked his wet hair back as he began talking to eren.

your eyes never left him as you watched his every move. seeing him grab a towel, the way the veins in his arms protruded as he wiped his face. you watched as he threw the towel over his shoulder, going to the grill.

suguru watched as your eyes stayed trained onto him, laughing to himself. you turned to look at, questioning what was so funny. only for suguru to clear his throat, giving you a scare. he laughed, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"like what you see?" he asked, and you nodded, eyes still trained on the blonde. you wanted to get up and go talk to him, but you were drunk enough.

even though you wanted to wait until you were as drunk as possible, it didn't matter because suguru had other plans.

"reiner!" he yelled, waving this so-called reiner over. you quickly took your feet off of armin's lap, sitting up like a respectable young woman. of course, reiner seen you trying extra hard, but he thought it was cute.

"geto, how ya' been?" he asked, holding his hand out to firmly shake suguru's hand. although your eyes were trained on the very visible veins in his arm, your mind was trained on his southern accent. mixed with the deep raspiness of his voice was like heaven on earth.

"man, i told you, you can call me suguru." he laughed, and reiner shrugged that's just how his momma raised him.

"jus' how i was raised, it'sa habit." he laughed, eyes trailing over to you. "who's the pretty lady?" the subtle compliment causing your face to run hot. you looked at suguru hoping he'd introduce you, but he looked back at you.

"i'm y/n." you introduce yourself reaching out for his hand. he wasted no time taking your smaller hands in his insanely big calloused ones.

"nice to meet ya, y/n, i'm reiner, welcome to my house." he greeted you, and your eyes practically popped out of your head. this big lake house belonged to this man?

"thank you for having me," you smiled and he laughed, letting go of your hand to get back to grilling. you turned to look at suguru, who gave you a lazy wave. "what?"

"that's the best you could do? i thought you wanted him," he asked, and you scoffed, he knew you could get what you wanted from him. but because you decided to turn over a new leaf (getting to know the man before giving it up) he wanted to tempt you.

"i could sleep with him if i wanted but i really want to get to know him." you protested, and suguru shrugged. you could admit that suguru wasn't the best influence, and you let yourself be swayed by his taunting.

building the courage to go stand next to reiner by the grill. a blended drink in your hand that you sipped on seductively, looking up at him through your lashes. you both small-talked until you decided you’d let him finish what he was doing. once he took all the meat off the girl and wiped the sweat off his forehead, he turned his attention to you.

"m'sorry sweetheart i had to finish that 'fore i got too tired." he chuckled and your eyes practically had heart eyes hearing the way the pet name rolled off his tongue like honey. "what were ya sayin'?"

"oh, i was asking how old you were," you repeated as the two of you sat on a small bench. he leaned back, placing his right leg on his left knee, throwing his arm on the back of the chair behind you.

"26 you?" he returned the question, looking you up and down. to you, it looks like he was assessing your age for himself, but reiner was definitely checking you out.

he admired your white french tips and your diamond-studded anklet. moving his sight to your shorts that left nothing to the imagination and the skimpy bikini top that showed off your sternum tattoo.

"i'm 22," you tell him, of course not really interested in the small talk anymore. the more you looked at the shirtless man beside you, the less restraint you had. "it's getting late, won't you get cold?"

"yeah probably..." he hummed pulling out a fresh toothpick from his pocket. you watched as he peeled the plastic wrapper before placing the toothpick in his mouth. your eyes were trained on him and he knew it.

his southern hospitality wouldn't allow him to act on what he was thinking. but it definitely didn't stop the rising tent in his pants. something that you didn't notice, and he really didn't care if you saw.

"maybe we should go inside then," you advised, and reiner already knew where this was going. he wanted it just as bad as you did, and you asking to go inside while everyone else was outside was the greenlight he needed.

"we can go ta my room if ya want," he added, acting innocent as if he didn't really know what he was asking you. you being oblivious to the game he was playing agreed. you thought you had this poor man wrapped around your finger. when in reality he was matching the energy you were giving.

"sure!" you said happily giving him an innocent smile. luckily for you, there were only about 5 people in the house. so walking past them to go upstairs wasn't as awkward as you expected.

when you both made it to his room, and initially you weren't planning to look around. but when you see a bunch of pictures of reiner as a kid. some as a baby, some as a young kid with soccer gear holding a trophy.

"aww, you played soccer?" you asked, walking over to his desk, bending down to look at the photo. "even got a lil trophy," you smiled, and reiner scoffed.

"didn't hafta do much, it was a participation trophy. i was ass." he laughed scratching the back of his neck. he was a bit embarrassed to admit it but your smile looking back at him made him feel better.

"at least you were a cute kid." you cooed but it turned in a gasp when you felt reiner press his hardon against your ass.

"am i cute to ya now?" he asked, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. the hairs on the back of your neck were standing up and a chill ran up your spine. the accent made it worse, turning you on even more.

"yeah, you're just my type." that was the last thing you remembered saying before reiner picked you up and threw you on the bed.

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[kamospeach]

plot: richboy!gojo takes his cute girlfriend golfing

content warning: exhibitionism, very nasty, pervy rich boy gojo mix, gojo is the biggest horndog ever, girly girl reader, established relationship, cunniilingus, fingering, missionary, public asf, they get caught, tad second hand embarrassment, cowgirl, dirty talking, breeding, implied blowjob, very nasty

peachy's yap: idk how i came upon this idea but it makes me wiggle my toes. posting to distract y'all from the fact the thukuna fic is gonna take me a while

you weren't exactly sure how you ended up getting your guts rearranged on your boyfriend's golf cart. you do remember being in his bed as his head laid on your stomach. while your fingers lazily ran through his white fluffy hair.

the two of you had been insanely bored for the last three days. you were both back home from college, and your parents had the audacity to go on a trip together, leaving the two of you alone in satoru's gigantic mansion for a whole week.

you weren't overly excited to see each other either, you went to the same school for fucks sake. this summer was a bust, suguru was in italy, shoko was with her girlfriend's family, and you two were... there.

"toruuu," you whined lightly pulling at his hair to get his attention. he groggily lifted his head to look up at you. forcing his eyes open after your fingers lulled him to sleep.

"yeah, baby?" he asked, chin resting on your stomach as he tried to keep his eyes open. he was failing terribly by the way. you had finally come up with an idea, knowing gojo would be all for it.

"remember how you said you wanted to take me golfing?" you asked, and gojo jumped up as if he had never been asleep. he quickly walked off to his closet, grabbing what you assumed was the golfing outfit he bought for you, probably well over a year ago. just as you suspected, he walked out with a pleated skirt and cropped polo.

"i've been waiting for this day for a year now," he laughed to himself, throwing the clothes at you. "i'm about to go get dressed." he giggled, running off to the closet. an hour later, the two of you were on his golf cart off to the private golf course in his very own backyard.

"i can't believe you made me wear this short ass skirt." you huffed arms crossed and gojo had the nerve to just laugh. the skirt was so old you didn’t even fit into it anymore. your ass peaked out but gojo reminded you that the course was private.

"i didn't make you do anything, i just gave you a sense of security." he nodded to himself as if that was the smartest thing he had ever said. you shook your head at his statement, not even bothering to argue with your strong-headed boyfriend.

when gojo had finally taken you to where you would play, he got off the cart. you watched his every move not understanding a damn thing he was telling you. all you did was admire how mouth watering sexy he looked in his richie rich get up. a black short sleeve polo that unironically matched yours, and beige slacks.

this fit was almost more attractive than his workout compression shirt. the way his arms bulged under the cotton mesh as he slipped on his gloves, or how his big muscular thighs were visible through his pants, and the veins in his arms were protruding due to him pulling the gloves on.

"get up, girl, you ain't think you were going to sit there the whole time, did you?" he asked, reaching his hand out for you. you grabbed his hand, stepping down off the golf cart, following shyly behind him. he handed you the club, standing behind you. "hold it here," he instructed.

he was hard and he shamlessly pressed it against your barely clothed ass. you didn't acknowledge it, knowing that it was best to breeze past it. so you let gojo show you where your hands were supposed to be, and you listened. he even helps you get a little power in your swing, the ball flying a solid 10 feet in front of you.

"i did it!" you giggled, turning to look at gojo who blinked in disbelief. and when he saw the seriousness on your face it took everything in him to hold back a laugh. "what? if i didn't do good, show me how it's done."

"alright," he said, grabbing the club from you, walking the short 10 feet to grab the ball. you stood back watching his big swing and the ball fly across the course. your jaw was practically on the floor in shock that he was so good at it. "that's how it's done."

"no fair toru... you're good at like everything," you whined, and gojo scoffed.

"don't do that, y/n, it takes practice." he pecked your lips, helping you get in the cart so you could go to the ball that was all the way in timbuktu. on the ride there, gojo had the bright idea to play strip golf.

the rules were simple, however, many tries it took for you to get it in the hole, was as many pieces of clothing you had to remove. you weren't confident in your abilities, but you were determined. how hard could it be? every other challenge you did with gojo you won.

well... except this one.

it took gojo all of 4 tries to get the ball in, and it took you 27. which resulted in gojo shaving it down to 6 since you didn't have 27 pieces of clothing. so all gojo had to take off were his socks, pants, and shirt. for you, that was your socks, shirt, skirt, bra, and panties.

"toru i'm butt ass naked," you said as gojo basically got a strip show from you. his eyes never left your body for a second. drooling over you like a virgin who had never laid eyes on a woman's bare body.

"and fine as fuck." was all he said grabbing you by your waist so that you were standing between his legs. he kissed along your neck moving his kisses to your lips. the kiss was heated and urgent, gojo was needy and wasn't afraid to admit. "i need you, so bad."

"wait... baby? right here?" you asked, and he nodded, not questioning it or hesitating. he didn't say much, he just picked you up and placed you down on the backseat of the cart. pushing your legs to your chest, giving you a knowing look, but you didn't obey. "t...toru, hold on a second." you said breathlessly making him deadpan.

"hold em," he said, and you sighed, grabbing the back of your legs, holding them up and open. gojo dropped to his knees, not even caring about his knees digging in the mud. his focus was on sending one teasing swipe of his tongue up your slick folds.

he hummed at the taste of your essence on his tongue. he was so sure he could use your slick as honey for his desert. so sweet he needed a glass of milk to wash it dow-

"toru!" you yelled at him for the third time, knocking him out of his trance. once he came back to reality, he dove into his lunch. his tongue lapped at your juices and teased your poor delicate clit.

sucking and spitting and licking and slurping, it was a mess. he even began to finger your tight cunt with not one not two but three fingers. digging his unnaturally long digits to the deepest parts of your pussy being sure to stimulate that spongey spot inside of you.

moans were spewing out your mouth as your hands ran through his damp hair. pulling at the white locks, your eyes to the back of your head as you delve in the pleasure. you were quickly coming upon your climax, and gojo knew it too. and not because you were violently squeezing down on his fingers. no. but because you were chanting it out as gojo finger fucked you with no mercy.

"cumming i'm... m'cumming toru fuck fuck fuck so close." you babbled and he smirked pulling of you puffy clit with a 'pop!' this was his entertainment watching you squirm as you creamed all over his fingers.

"cream on my fingers so i can clean it up for you," he tells you and you do just that as you cum violently. your eyesight is blurry as you see gojo looking down at you with a shit eating grin. he doesn't say anything as he slips out his fingers licking them clean just as he said he would. "so fuckin' perfect," he mumbled pulling your hips closer to him.

he pulled his boxers down, stepping out of them. his angry red cock slapped his navel leaving a string of sticky precum behind. his hand gripped the base of his cock slapping it against your clit. he chuckled watching your body react to him. he wasted no time using his thumb to push his cock head in line with your entrance.

"fuck." he grumbled from the feeling of your tight entrance trapping his tip. he fought the urge to cum right then and there. he pushed himself the rest of the way into you, bottoming out with nothing on his mind except you.

"s...shit toru you're too deep," you whined and he grunted pulling halfway out and slamming back into you. all the wind was knocked out of you as you gasped for air. followed by a moan that could probably be heard back at the mansion.

"so wet, squeezing down on me so tight," he hummed enjoying the feeling. after waiting for you to finally be ready, his hips snapped into yours. his pace was feral and needy as moans and groans flew from his mouth. his lips crashed onto yours, kissing you sloppily, spit spilling out of your mouths. rolling down your cheek and onto the bare skin of your chest.

that was one of the many things you loved about gojo, he was not afraid to moan. which only encouraged you to moan and whimper louder. it wasn't like you had to try very hard with the way he dug in your guts. so here you were, finally remembering how you got in this position. strip golf, never ever again, you thought to yourself.

while gojo was relentlessy fucking into you, his hips stilled. you were about to protest until he held his finger up to his lips. you quickly closed your mouth as well, hearing someone talking.

"today was supposed to be my day off, but mr. gojo asked me to tend the garden today." the person who you figure was the gardener said. gojo leaned down, covering your body with his.

"same, he asked me to clean the pool." the pool cleaner added. there was a line of trees next to the two of you, and it sounded as if they were behind them.

"my ass is out." gojo whispered in your ear with a light chuckled. you squatted his arm, light telling him to hush, but that only got him started. the motions were small, but you felt the way his hips ground into yours. the way his pelvis stimulated your clit and his dick pulsed in you.

"i guess we better get back to the mansion," another worker said, and you whimpered from the feeling. it didn't seem like they were really planning on going back. but eventually the footsteps got further away and you both loosened up. he quickly picked you up and sat on he seat instead.

"ride me... please?" he practically begged, looking up in your eyes. his bright blue eyes burning a hole into your face above his shades. you nodded shyly, always getting bashful when it was your time to be on top.

you wasted no time riding him slowly, teasing him with your deathly slow pace. his large hands gripped the fatty flesh of your ass holding on for dear life. his head was thrown back, jaw clenched as you squeezed down.

"you're driving me crazy," he grumbled lifting you and fucking up into you like crazy. your hands grabbed his forearm, begging him to slow down. "you gonna stop teasing me now?"

"m'sorry i'll stop i will," you whine and he eased up letting you take control. with your feet planted on the side of him, you began to ride him this time faster. the disgustingly loud 'plap, plap, plap' of your skin slapping was turning you both on. pushing you closer and closer to finishing.

you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. the way he licked his lips and bit his lower one to muffle his groans. it just made you desperate to press your lips and steal a kiss from him. but gojo was two steps ahead of you, noticing the way your sight was trained on his lips.

he leaned up, forcing his tongue down your throat. the two of you kissing sloppily swapping spit as your bodies were conjoined. one of his hands left your ass to reach between the two of you. using two fingers to rub your clit sending your body immediately into overdrive.

"close," you mumbled against his lips to which he simply mumbled 'mhm' against your lips. it didn't take much his pulling away from your lips to whisper a gruff 'cum'. even if he hadn't said that you were bound to cum right there and then. "fuckkk...!" you yelled your cream coating his cock and collecting around the base.

"m'right behind you baby shit i'm cumming." he groaned loudly as he shot his warm loud inside you. filling you up completely, not even bothering to pull out. he thrusted up into you a few more times being sure to stuff him cum all the way into your womb.

"you were right toru... the thrill of getting caught makes you cum harder." you huffed and gojo nodded.

"i told you years ago." gojo smirked, kissing your forehead, leaning back as you climbed off his lap. "you'll clean me off, won't you?" he asked, giving you those sickeningly effective puppy eyes. you didn't verbally comply, but he knew when you got on your knees, assuming the position. just like gojo earlier, not caring if mud would get on your knees.

"are we sick?" the poolboy asked the gardener who shook her head his fingers stuffed in her mouth. "fucking to our boss's son and his girlfriends moans."

sidenote: 

gojo’s hair was damp from thinking he was in high school musical 2, playing with the water and sprinklers, trying to make you laugh. 

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♡ sum. hotboxing the car w/ your lil side piece eren after being relentlessly cheated on by your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend...

ㅤㅤㅤ𓂃꒰꒰petnames: baby, good girl┆reader calls him ♡ ren ♡꒱

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ꒰୨୧꒱ ik this one is a little taboo,, but it was too good

not once in a million years did you ever think you’d be in a situation like this. it was dark outside, rain falling down the windows of the car you were in, illuminated by the streetlights of the neighborhood. 

it wasn’t your neighborhood; it belonged to your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. and it wasn’t your car either, you were in the passenger side of a dark-colored audi that belonged to your proud side piece: eren. 

you didn’t intend to have one, but after finding out your boyfriend cheated on you, and continued to do so, you wanted to get back at him. part of you wished that you could work things out, but after months of the same hurt and pointless fights, you knew it was time to let him go, but it hurt so bad.

eren was almost too excited to take you to the man’s house. he always wanted you to himself, but he put that aside if it meant that he could have you over at his house whenever that asshole made you upset and make you forget all about it. 

“you good?” eren finally spoke, taking a hit of the blunt he lit just moments ago, and handing it to you afterward. 

you blinked away your tears and nodded, taking the blunt and hitting it, leaning back in your seat. 

“listen you got this, yeah?” his voice was soft, noticing how upset you looked. it pissed him off, but he set that aside, focusing on you as he always did, “it’s hard to hear, but there’s just some things you need to let go. i get it, trust me i do.”

you looked away, knowing if you looked back at him you’d sob all over him, “i-i just didn’t think it would be like this, y’know?” 

“cmere.” he scooted his seat back simultaneously. as he patted his lap to signal to you to crawl over and sit in his lap, and you complied. 

with your back to his chest, he handed you his phone to let you pick whatever song you wanted, the music playing low on the speakers (all for me -  mariah the scientist). you were finally starting to relax, feeling eren’s hands come up and wipe whatever tears were left in your cheeks. 

“smoke your lil blunt ‘n relax, i got you baby,” he mumbled against your neck before kissing it, his hands running along your thick curves. god.

your eyes fluttered shut and your head lolled back, resting it against eren’s shoulder. you were always so nervous around eren but it couldn’t be helped. he always knew how to speak to you and how to touch you. even now he whispers “good girl” and “i got you, baby” in your ear while his hands rub and squeeze everything they touch. his cock was even pressing up against your ass, begging to be freed. 

“‘ren..” you stammered, but was cut off by a gentle “shhh” against your ear, already turning you into putty. 

“i know, baby. he’s got your mind all fucked up; i just wanna fix it for you..just let me..” his voice trailed off while he pulled the blunt from your fingers, ashing it, and sitting it in one of the cup holders. 

he held the bottom of your chin with his other hand, making you look up at him. eren’s eyes were low and red, his lips dangerously close to yours. he was still a moment, admiring the sight before him. your beautiful curly hair, your beautifully sad eyes, the way your thick brown thighs were already trembling, and it only made him want you more. 

his lips met yours, his tongue exploring your mouth like never before. eren was always so nasty with you, always copping a feel whenever you were out with him and his friends, knowing what was at stake for you had anyone your boyfriend knew had been around. it was a confusing thing, but you liked it. just as much as eren loved your body, he loved you. the two of you went to the same college, and from what you knew, eren was supposed to be some kind of pussy hungry dickhead, and even his friends teased him for how different he acted once you came around. 

eren’s hand slid from under your breast and down your stomach slowly. feeling the warmth of his skin move down your body like that gave you chills, and he knew that, especially with how your back arched off his chest and you brought a hand to his forearm to push it down.

“yeah?” eren mumbled against your lips, to which you nodded. he slid his slender fingers down into your panties, wasting no time to drop to your cunt that was dripping….

needless to say, you broke up with your boyfriend that night, and eren took you back to his place.

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♡ CWS MDNI 1.1k wrds blackfem!reader, exhusband!reiner, HES BLUE COLLARRR with an accent teehee, kinda tipsy y/n, face♡ riding, d♡ ggy, to say he missed you was an understatement, ꒰petnames: pumpkin, baby, good girl┆︎she calls him ♡ rei ♡꒱꒰his voice꒱

♡ sum you accidentally drunk call your ex-husband who's still madly in love with you... rewrote my original idea in like an hour :p

having your ex-husband reiner banging on your front door at 4 in the morning, let alone him now with his face buried in your pussy was not something you expected. 

“i missed y’so fuckin’ much..” he groaned from beneath you, the vibrations from his voice sending chills from the base of your spine up to your neck.

see, you and reiner had been divorced for 2 years, going on a single year with no physical contact, and that was a LOT considering how the two of you wouldn’t let up off each other. reiner would ALWAYS find some excuse or way to be at the house (that he gave to you while he lives in an apartment down the street), and you allowed it every single time. “r-reii-ohmygod~” you cried out, trying to keep your thighs from crushing the poor man’s skull. his eyes never left your body, watching the way that your stomach tensed and dropped with every rough lap of his tongue on your clit. oh and how his near white-blonde stubble, which was so much lighter because of you, rubbed against your inner thighs. it drove you mad, and he loved it.

even when you tried to lift your hips back up after your second going on third orgasm, his rough hands met your hips to hold you still, knowing if you didn’t say the safe word you really didn’t want him to stop. all you could do was grip onto his hair that was already starting to curl back up from the combination of your slick and the fact that he made a beeline straight from the site to come see about you.

that little ‘accidental’ phone call you made hours before just to hear his voice is what led you here, and god, was it worth it. your fate was only cemented when he saw you standing there in his old work shirt with nothing underneath. before you knew it, you were lifted off his mouth and laid on your stomach, not able to help the whine that escaped your lips at the lack of warmth on your cunt. you were so gone already that you hadn’t noticed how quick his clothes came off and that condom was rolled on, only coming back to it when you felt his meaty tip rubbing at your cunt, reveling in your essence.

“wish you c’see how you look, baby.” he purred to you, his slick bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watched as your clit jumped at his words. his hands moved to the fat of your hips, watching intently as he pulled you down onto him, your cunt sucking him in. “shit-”

“mmhmmm~” you slurred out helplessly. your gummy walls welcomed your ex-husband with a need you never knew you had in you before. you knew reiner needed you just as badly, especially with the way his hazel eyes peered through those sweet lashes of his. 

reiner was FAR from a submissive man, but the way his cheeks would flush pink and the noises that would escape from his lips? you knew how to make that man sick. 

you arched your back so deep, reaching an arm behind you to hold onto reiner’s thigh. “pumpkin’- wai-” he sighed, his eyes shooting to the back of his head while you began to bounce back against him. “you jus’ gon’ fuck me like that?”

with your head turned to the side, you bat your eyelashes, your puffy lips curling into a smile, “m-mhm~ m-mished my h-husband.”

reiner didn’t bat an eye. the sounds that were coming from between the both of you and the reclaiming of him being your husband had him in the clouds. any of that southern hospitality he had left in him was slipping away, and you could tell with how he began to move his hips to meet your ass. 

“i needed my pumpkin’..s-so bad.” he sighed, his hand sliding up from the base of your spine, finding solace on your shoulder. you braced yourself, watching out the corner of your eye as reiner wound his hips back, pushing them forward just as quick.

the momentum had your eyes rolling, your tears hitting your cheeks mainly because his dick was hitting that sweet spongey spot while also being so deep you thought his tip would touch your ribcage. your legs began to slide from beneath you due to the sheer force of his thrusts alone, but reiner scooped your hips up with his other hand. 

“nononono, don’t move f’me stay right there..right there right there,” reiner chanted, more to himself than to you. he’d only fucked his poor hand for the year the two of you hadn’t been intimate, and he was dangerously close already. if it wasn’t for his chanting, you would’ve thought so from the way his hips already began to stagger, and you were right there with him.

the words didn’t even get to leave your mouth before those deep breaths started to hit you, followed by the clenching of your cunt with every moan. it only made reiner lean over on top of you, his face buried into your neck. “give it to me, baby.” his hips ground down into you with such depravity your ears ran hot. 

you were reduced to a nod that you were barely able to do, let alone muster up what energy you had left to tell him you were already about to cum. reiner planted kisses along your shoulder leading up to your neck, watching how you writhed beneath him, sending you over the edge when he muttered praises in your ear. “sssuch a good girl.”

the nastiness in his voice didn’t stop after he came. the way you were feeling, you were barely able to ride out the orgasm, reiner having to hold you back onto him as he continued his thrusts. the sound of your whines and the way your pussy sucked him up had him cumming right after you, his hips staggering more than they already were. 

after some time, he pulled back, laying next to you on his back with his chest heaving and all. your sweet giggles cut between pants as you finally lifted your head to look at him, the bottom of your fro sticking to the back of your neck. “if i knew this would happen cus’ i drunk-called you, i would’ve done it already.”

reiner gave you a cheesy smile, nodding as he lifted a hand to rub what was left of your tears off of your cheek. “did y’mean whatcha said?”

“when i said i missed my husband?” you tilted your head, and he nodded again, half expecting you to say it was just in the heat of the moment. what he really didn’t expect was for you to crawl over on top of him, pulling off his condom in the process. the sight of you and the way your ass pushed up against him had him hardening already, your sweet words only making it all the better.

“i did n’ i wanna show him just how much more i need him.”

orignal works by me ♡ reblogs welcome, do not steal/recreate.. sidepiece!eren..

[kamospeach]

Fire and Silk

ceo!sukuna x f!reader

synopsis: arranged marriages are outdated. or are they? when you were forced to marry the brooding and antisocial ryomen sukuna as a business deal you hated the idea. sure he was good looking but his attitude turned you all the way off. until one day he changed for the better. will you and sukuna learn to live in harmony? or will the trials and tribulations push you both away.

general warnings: sexual themes, cursing, slightly black-coded, descriptive murder, descripitive sex.

peachy's yap: more warnings will be on the actual chapter because i don't know LMFAO. title is based off a couple books i enjoy!

Season One: