Daeron loves when his sweet lady wife rides him. Nothing undoes him quite like the sight of her perched atop his cock, her hips rolling in that slow, greedy grind. He goes completely pussy-drunk beneath her—eyes heavy, lips parted, utterly entranced as his little lady uses his thick length to pleasure herself. Every slick slide, every needy clench of her cunt around him, every breathy moan that falls from her lips only pushes him deeper into bliss. He could watch her chase her own release on his cock for hours.
Daeron was addicted to the taste of your cunt. He couldn’t help himself. No matter the hour or the setting, the moment the wine loosened his tongue and stirred that familiar hunger, he became insatiable.
He’d pull you into dimly lit corridors during feasts, drop to his knees right there in the shadows, and disappear beneath your heavy skirts. His warm hands would part your thighs as his mouth found you—hot, eager, and relentless. He licked and sucked at your slick folds like a man starved, groaning softly against your flesh while you clutched at the stone wall, biting your lip to stay silent.
Other times he would bend you over a table in some forgotten alcove or empty solar, shoving your skirts up around your waist. He’d kneel behind you, spreading you open with both hands and burying his face between your thighs. His tongue would drag slowly through your cunt before flicking rapidly over your swollen clit, sucking greedily until your legs trembled and you had to muffle your moans into your sleeve.
During feasts or council meetings, when she was forced to stand and speak with lords and ladies, Daeron would vanish beneath the heavy drape of her skirts hiddefrom view, he would press his mouth to her dripping cunt and eat her like a man dying of thirst. His tongue would plunge inside her, curling just right, while his fingers dug into her thighs to hold her open. All the while she had to smile politely and answer questions from some oblivious lord… or worse, from his own brother.
Divorce lawyer!Higuruma who’s perhaps a bit more…invested than he should be as a professional. He can’t help but siIently curse out that soon-to-be-ex husband of yours for cheating on you above aII, he can’t heIp but consider all the ways in which he’d have never done so. Divorce lawyer!Higuruma who’s all narrowed gazes and tight sentences during those mediation sessions with your soon-to-be ex. But with you he’s perhaps a bit more…touchy than a divorce lawyer should be: a comforting hand on your shoulder, a graze of his fingers as he hands you a document. The document. Divorce lawyer!Higuruma who doesn’t wait until the ink on that dotted Iine is dried before asking—“Fancy perhaps a dinner, to celebrate?”
it’s a beautiful sunday. you’re in the kitchen, humming some song while making pancakes. the whole apartment smells like syrup and butter. sunlight is streaming through the window.
everything feels soft. peaceful. everything is good.
toji’s in the living room. sprawled across the floor in sweatpants. one leg stretched out, the other one bent so baby gumi can sit on his knee.
gumi’s currently holding a block. he’s staring at it earnestly. very earnestly. his tiny brows are furrowed in concentration as he tries to stack the block on top of another.
he lifts it carefully. places it down. but the stupid block slides off.
gumi grunts. he tries again. the stupid block slides off again. how rude! his chubby little arms flail in frustration.
toji watches him with amusement.
“you got it, kid,” he mutters. “just like i showed you.”
gumi grunts louder, determined. he lifts the block with both little hands and slams it down.
of course, the tower collapses instantly.
“hmph,” he mutters.
toji leans in. “you gonna let that block win?”
gumi looks up at his dad and blinks. then he smacks the block with his hand. and toji, without even thinking, just laughs and says-
“hell yeah. fuck that block up, kid.”
you freeze in the kitchen. blink. slowly turning around to face your husband.
“…toji.”
“what?”
and then-
baby gumi looks up. round little face breaking out into a grin. cheeks so round they resemble apples. and repeats in his softest and produest baby voice-
“fuh’ da bwock.”
silence.
you drop your spatula. toji’s soul leaves his body.
“oh shit-”
“TOJI!”
“fuck- wait, shit- WAIT- NO-”
you’re scrambling around the counter now. smacking toji with a dishtowel. while megumi, utterly delighted by the chaos, happily bounces on his daddy’s leg.
“fuh! fuh! bwock!!! fuh! fuh bwock!”
toji’s hands are up like he’s being arrested. “i didn’t mean to say it! it just slipped out!”
“you have corrupted our son! he’s not even 2 and he’s already learnt the f-word!” you shriek.
gumi giggles like this whole thing is the funniest thing to ever happen in his short life. toji quickly scoops megumi up like a football. clutching the squishy baby to his chest.
“alright, buddy, no more saying that word,” he whispers urgently.
“FUH! FUH! FUH!” gumi squawks like a delighted parrot.
your right eye twitches. toji carefully glances at you.
“okay, bud, listen,” he murmurs. “no swearing in front of mama, please. otherwise your mama will kill me and you won’t have a papa.”
“fuh,” gumi says proudly while patting toji’s cheek.
you inhale slowly while walking back to the kitchen. toji - who used to kill sorcerers for a living - literally flinches.
“toji, you’re grounded. for life.” you mutter. flipping a pancake and slapping it onto his plate with unnecessary force.
toji just grins sheepishly. then he leans over and presses a quick apologetic kiss to your cheek.
“whatever you say, baby.”
A/N: hello guys i'm back! but this was written ages ago, i just edited it! i hope if i just keep on posting my previously written ones, i'll gain the motivation to start rewriting again!!! ANYWAY I LOVE ALL OF U!!!
「✦ i think frat!kuna would be the type of boyfriend who would ALWAYS say "give me a kiss" or "give me a hug" everytime time out of nowhere, like:
he’s sprawled on his bed as you get ready for class, just watching you while you apply lip gloss at the flip-top vanity desk in his room (that he absolutely bought for you even if he denies it) and then—“babe, c’mere. give me a kiss.", you roll your eyes because you just applied your gloss and blah blah, but you still go to him anyway, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and he sighs, tangling a hand in your hair as he deepens the kiss. you never make it to class.
or—
you’re meeting halfway across campus to grab lunch, and as you wave at him, he just opens his arms slightly, the words already on his tongue—“give me a hug.”, you smile and throw yourself into him, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close. he presses a kiss to your temple before slinging an arm around your shoulders, asking about your day in that deep, gravelly voice of his. ✦」
cw. yandere geto. men who yearn aren't always men who earn /:
Suguru can be kind.
Sometimes even with no true strings attached, no mind games, no nothing.
The problem with that is you can never pick up on those small acts of kindness. Those sweet lttle mercies. Practically undetectable, since you’re too focused on the cruel things he inflicts on you otherwise.
It’s such a shame, really.
Because of you, he’s grown soft. Too soft. Almost like a shell of the version of him that once existed. Maybe a version of himself that you may have fallen in love with, but that’s not who he is anymore.
He’s even softer with other monkeys; he’s found himself less appalled by their presence crowding the fresh air he’s worked so hard to keep from being contaminated by their stench.
He just desires one thing from you, but you won’t even grant him that luxury.
He just wants to hear it.
To hear you say it and mean it.
But each time he demands it out of you, your eyes cast downward, and your voice is meek and pathetic.
‘I love you, Suguru.’
Only to be met with him quirking an eyebrow, and you shrinking yourself even more in front of him.
Yes, you sound wholly convincing indeed.
But he doesn’t get mad or upset.
He pauses.
He continues to study you with that amethyst stare.
Before sighing, and shrugging with an aloof expression on his face, “It can’t be helped, I suppose.”
Before cupping your face with a hand that has crushed the heads of countless others like you, with a shocking amount of gentleness you didn’t think he possessed but he somehow does for you, and making an air kiss noise. He doesn’t miss the way you recoil from his touch, like his touch might poison you, and his heart threatens to jump out of his chest at the sight.
He just wants one thing from you and you refuse to give it to him. Perhaps an act of rebellion on your part, which he can’t blame you for, in retrospect.
“I bet you’d like that, huh?” Before Toji could even flash you that signature cocky ass smile—
Smack!
Your hand makes contact with his face, landing a firm smack on his left cheek. Toji just holds his hand over where yours once laid.
“You think that shit hurts?”
He was unaffected. Of course he was. The act on your part wasn’t necessarily done with the intent of dealing damage, more so a physical representation of your frustration.
“I don’t give a damn.” You cross your arms and thump your foot on the floor.
The sight was adorable to Toji. You might be physically intimidating to others, but never to him. So your attempts at looking scary would always fall flat, but he admired your effort. In fact, they even turned him on.
“You look like you give a damn. All angry in the face. S’cute.” He attempts to place a hand on top of your head, but you just smack it away.
“Oh, so it’s like that, huh?” His eyebrow cocks up.
You turn to walk away from him and head back to your shared bedroom, in which you had no intent of sharing with him tonight.
He followed behind you to the bedroom like an obedient puppy. He was always so cute when you were angry at him. It’s like he knew how easy it was for you to fold when he was like this. You may be stubborn, but you were oh so weak when it came to Toji.
“The fuck are you following me for?” you retort back to the man.
“C’mon, mama, let me take care of you. M’sorry, okay?” The look in his eyes was genuine, but you can’t keep letting this shit slide with him. He just keeps fucking up and thinking being all sweet and nice will work. As if him giving you a massage with those oh so big and sexy hands of his before shoving those wonderful fingers deep into your pussy and curling them till you squirt all over them, then fucking that fat cock into you and—
We’re getting off track. The point is he acts if if doing all that makes things better. He keeps thinking kindness and sex is an apology for bad behavior. Bad behavior you know for a fact he will repeat a week from now.
But the sex was so good. Fuck. You start to wonder if you must be some kind of sexual degenerate, always turned on whenever you’re angry. That can’t be normal, can it? Whatever.
“No.” You stand your ground firmly.
“No?”
“No.”
…..
Both of your clothes are sprawled out on the floor as a plap plap plap! sound fills the room.
“Harder, bitch,” you moan, your face wincing in a mixture of pleasure and pain as you bark whine demands at him. He’s already bottoming out inside you, the tummy bulge from his cock head evident. You always thought that tummy bulge thing wasn’t real till you fucked Toji. Then again, you’d never met a man as big as him. The size of his cock had you salivating.
“Really? ’Cause I don’t think you can take it much longer, baby.”
Smack!
“Wanna do it again, babe? That shit’s so hot,” he groans at the feeling of your hand meeting his cheek once again.
“S-shut the fuck up,” you whine, trying to keep your composure. A composure that, unbeknownst to you, you lost the instant his tip met your quivering cunt.
“Aw, you already tuckered out? Want me to just make you cum so you can go to sleep?” he teases.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Atta girl!” He pumps his cock deeper inside you, his rhythm faltering before suddenly gaining speed.
“Ji—jjj—Toji! T-to—ahh, Toji!” you mewl as globs of tears form in your eyes.
“Gonna cum, aren’t ya?”
You just shut your eyes and vigorously nod your head before Toji grabs your face and orders you to keep them open and look at him.
Your legs begin to spasm, then the rest of your body follows. Your pussy clenches around his girth as you cum hard. That’s Toji’s sign to release. He’s always been the type to want you to cum before he does. He speeds up to the perfect pace to reach his orgasm as your nails claw into his back while you shove your face into his neck, trying to muffle your beautiful, overstimulated moans while he fucks his load into you.
He pulls out, causing you to clench around nothing, missing what was once there. Toji pushes two of his fingers into your pussy, pushing his cum back in before laying next to you, resting his head on your breast.
You both take a moment to regain your breath. As you do, you twirl Toji’s black locks, now soaked in sweat, around your fingers.
“Toji,” you quietly say, still a bit breathy.
“Hm?” He looks away from the bud of your breast he was absentmindedly playing with to meet your eyes.
“This isn’t enough…”
“What? You want a round two?” He raises his eyebrows.
“What? No! Toji… I’m talking about your behavior. Sex isn’t an apology, you know. You need to actually do better. I’m tired of repeating the same arguments with you, ’Ji.”
He gives you a sympathetic look.
“I’m sorry. I know.” He pauses. Toji was never one for arguments or hard conversations. He liked the easy way out of things. Normally, he’d just leave whenever problems arose in a relationship. But he liked you. He loved you. For once, he didn’t want to leave and just move on to the next. He wanted to be with you. But that didn’t miraculously make him better at dealing with serious conversations. So he avoided them with something he both knows and likes: sex. Not even for selfish reasons. He loved pleasing you. To watch your body tense up from pleasure and relax upon release. To see how good he could make you feel. To him, that was a solid apology.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll do better for you, sweetheart. I know I was wrong.” He reaches his hand out to cup your face before placing a soft kiss on your lips.
“Let’s get all cleaned up, okay? We can go to bed afterward. It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?” He pushes himself up and off the bed before placing his hands on both sides of your waist and pulling you up with ease.
“Sounds good, Toji. I love you.” You give him a slow blink, the exhaustion from both the day and the events that took place leaving you, in fact, tuckered out as Toji teased.
He pushes a loose strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear just before kissing your forehead.
“Yeah, okay. I love you too.”
a/n: I wrote this while I was angry and horny. Idek what I wanted the reader to be mad at Toji for💀
don't share private info about OTHER people in relation to you (younger sibs, parents/partners in unique jobs, YOUR OWN CHILDREN, your neighbors, your coworkers, etc.)
don't give out your full name including middle names and suffixes like "Jr", e.g. things that can legally identify you
and for godssake NO SEXUAL INFO or PICS <<< this goes for minors, but the rest of you aren't suddenly safe from predators and consequences either!
stop giving away all the info that could hurt you to people you have never met and should not trust
𝜗ৎ older bf!toji who easily scares off whoever tries to approach his shy gf. mlist
you’re waiting on the sidewalk just outside your college building for toji to come pick you up like he promised he would, when a group of three men approach you. you recognise them from your statistics class.
“hey,” the blonde one speaks up with a charming smile, “i saw you from afar and wanted to come up and say that i like your outfit. fits you real nice.”
you duck your head shyly at the compliment, your answer an almost imperceptible, “thank you.”
the guy clears his throat and gathers the courage before continuing, “are you perhaps free this afternoon? i wanted to see this movie—”
he suddenly trails off. you raise an eyebrow as you see his face turn pale and his eyes flicker up and over the top of your head. his two friends also back off, looking uncomfortable.
“she’s gonna be busy, buddy,” a deep voice answers the question for you. a familiar voice you recognise all too well.
“ah, toji!” you gasp in delighted surprise and turn around to look up at your boyfriend, who seems to have suddenly spawned out of thin air.
toji looms over you—and the now silent group of guys—with his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. his jaw is clenched and the intimidating glare he’s giving the blonde man is enough to have him stumbling back.
he then turns his gaze to you and it softens somewhat, “ya ready to go, doll?”
“y-yes, let’s go,” you murmur and hold onto his arm once he offers it to you. you’re already walking away, your boyfriend following, but not without shooting a death glare at the still-stunned boys one final time.
toji scoffs and a large hand settles on your waist, possessively pulling you closer to his side as you walk to his car, “you okay?” he asks before adding, “fuckin’ idiots. they better not pull that shit again.”
you giggle softly and nod, “i’m okay. thank you, toji.”
toji suddenly feels the urge to squeeze your cheeks together when he looks down at your upturned face, smiling up at him. he settles for ruffling your hair roughly,
“good. now c’mon, i got ya one of those stupid cat plushies you like.”
18+ ⸝⸝⸝ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 & nerdy/inexperienced reader making out for the first time (spoiler: he’s a goner) <3
the air is thick with it—wet, greedy kisses that sound like he’s trying to overwhelm you, even as his mouth keeps brushing yours like he’s afraid to let go.
sukuna kisses you while you’re on his lap like a starved man, lips moving with a kind of urgency that blurs the line between respect and pure want.
one hand stays firm at the back of your neck, his palm hot against you your skin. the other swallows your face, cupping your cheek with a gentleness that almost feels wrong on him. though his grip tightens as if he can’t help it—holding you there, trapping you in him.
you’ve kissed him before, sure—shy, hesitant things that barely brushed the surface since the time you’ve began dating.
he was your first boyfriend. your first kiss.
but you’d never done anything like this before.
sukuna won’t ever admit it, but you were too damn cute today—your oversized sweater, glossy lips, baggy jeans, and glasses slipping down your nose. of course he couldn’t hold back any longer.
his tongue slides against yours and you whine into his mouth, finally melting above him. your fingers twist in his shirt, he lets out a low sound against your mouth—something between a groan and a laugh.
your glasses press crookedly against his face, the cool frame digging into his cheek as he kisses you harder. he doesn’t even care. if anything, it only spurs him on. he growls a quiet curse against your lips, chasing you when you try to pull back to fix them. his hand shifts from your neck to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as if to say don’t you dare.
you try to mumble something—maybe an apology—but it’s swallowed by the next kiss.
he tastes like heat, a gatorade, and something dizzying. though that’s probably just a side effect of his lips on yours.
the way his breath shudders when you instinctively lean further into him makes your stomach flip.
it’s messy. it’s clumsy. and it’s so him.
it’s almost funny, how this even started. the two of you had always been a little mismatched—him, loud and infuriating; you, the quiet one in the front of every lecture with the best grades.
he’d tease you endlessly just to see that your flustered reaction, calling you nerd like it was your name.
when sukuna came crashing into your life, he was loud and unapologetic—the kind of guy who ruled every room without trying. but you? you were the quiet, awkward, stuck behind your laptop type. you were someone he shouldn’t have noticed, let alone liked.
but he did. somehow.
he’d lean against your table in the library during study sessions just to get under your skin, tossing out comments that made your face heat up. “you’re really gonna skip dinner to study for a test?” or, “how are you still cute with those eye bags, nerd?”
but every time, you couldn’t help but wonder what a guy like him was doing in a library and talking to a girl like you specifically.
the teasing was constant, but something else hid underneath it—something that made your chest tighten whenever he looked at you a second too long.
it was in moments where your eyes accidentally met his across campus and you immediately glanced away, convinced he hadn’t really been looking at you. or when you caught his gaze while he was laughing with his friends and had to pretend you weren’t wondering why someone like him would notice you at all.
and now, with your glasses tilted and your lips swollen from his kisses, that same look flickers in his eyes. the one that says he doesn’t mean half the things he says because around you? sukuna’s never really been as sharp as he pretends to be.
he leans in again, and before you can think, the kiss deepens. slower this time, but heavier—like he’s sinking into it. your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt once more, and that’s all it takes for him to lose whatever restraint he had left. with a low sound that sends heat rushing to your face, he shifts his weight, guiding you back until your shoulders hit the mattress.
the world tilts. your breath stutters.
his hand braces beside your head, his body hovering just above yours. your dorm room feels too small now, every breath shared.
“relax,” he murmurs, voice rough, but his eyes are soft—softer than you’ve ever seen them. dilated until you can barely see the crimson color of his eyes.
when he kisses you again, it’s needier, like he’s afraid the moment will end too soon. your glasses slide a little down your nose again when you move to sit up on your elbows, and he laughs quietly against your mouth—a sound that makes your breath hitch—brushing them back up with his knuckles before kissing you once more, even harder this time.
your heartbeat is wild, matching the rhythm of his. you’re flustered and overwhelmed but you don’t want him to stop. not when he’s looking at you like that. not when every kiss feels like a secret he’s been holding in for far too long.
your breath catches when his lips leave yours for only a moment—just long enough for him to look at you like he’s still trying to understand how he ended up here, above you, wanting you this much. his thumb skims your cheekbone, slow and distracted, like his body is moving ahead of his thoughts.
“y’know,” he mutters, voice low and almost irritated, “you drive me insane.”
you barely have time to process it before his mouth is on yours for the nth time—now nothing like the seemingly controlled kisses from before.
it’s like he’s losing patience with himself and with you. with the space between your bodies that he keeps trying to erase.
when he pulls back, it’s not far. just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, breaths tangling.
“you don’t even get it, do you?” he murmurs, words barely shaped.
you manage an breathy exhale, answer confused, “g-get what?”
he doesn’t answer.
instead, his gaze drags over your face like he’s memorizing something he refuses to say out loud.
and then without warning his mouth drops to your throat.
the shift is instant. rougher. desperate.
his hand curls at your hip, dragging you closer as his lips find the warm skin beneath your jaw, kissing, then biting. soft, then not soft at all. your breath hitches, fingers gripping his shoulders, and he makes a low noise against your neck like that reaction alone is all the explanation he’s willing to give.
he doesn’t stop there.
his mouth trails lower. it’s almost like he’s trying to chase every shiver he pulls from you. his nose skims your throat, breath hot against your skin.
his grip on your hip tightens, not enough to hurt—just enough to tell you he’s losing whatever control he walked in with.
you gasp when he pulls you fully against him, the closeness stealing your breath even further. that little noise goes straight to his head. his hand slides from your hip to the small of your back, pressing your chest against his, keeping you there like he doesn’t want to let go.
“stay still,” he breathes against your neck. except you can hear it in his voice, the way it cracks a little—he’s the one who can’t stay still.
his lips find a spot just beneath your ear, and when you shudder, he laughs. this time quiet and breathless, not mocking at all. like he can’t believe what you do to him.
he mouths at your pulse again, deeper, lingering like he’s trying to mark the moment into memory.
your fingers slide up into his hair without thinking, and the second you tug—just barely—his breath catches hard against your skin.
the sound that leaves him is almost pained.
he kisses down your neck again like he needs you closer than your body will physically allow.
and then, he’s grinding his hips against yours and that’s when you feel it.
a whimper escapes you and then you realize he doesn’t even know it. the movement was instinctive. heat blooms in your chest and low in your stomach, sudden and sharp, and he just hums against your skin, lost in the closeness between you.
“kuna—” it comes out as a whine as you push him back, eyes wide.
he grunts, reaching instinctively to pull you back in, “what?”
then his eyes catch where you’re looking and a flash of awareness hits him. a faint red color blooms upon his cheeks as he realizes exactly what it is.
he’s hard. he was not a man who got hard just from kissing.
sukuna hides himself at the crook of your neck, “fuck. just—just stop— don’t look! i-ignore it.”
did ryomen sukuna just stutter?
this is my first sukuna fic (that i'm posting at least) and the first thing i've written since disappearing off the face of tumblr!!! i hope i wrote him well enough because this has been in my drafts for months😓
AND before you ask i’ll definitely write more with nerd!reader and sukuna bc i’m a very self indulgent person hehehe
Obsessed boyfriend!Gojo who you have to stop from tattooing your name all over his arms, his hips, his d- yeah, you threatened you’d never kiss him again if he did and he shed a tear. Obsessed boyfriend!Gojo who doesn’t sleep until you do - just admiring you - and wakes up at least an hour before you - again admiring you and begging for a taste of your core between your Iegs as breakfast. Obsessed boyfriend!Gojo who will go on for hours and hours in bed because he just can’t get enough of you, he doesn’t even realize he’s using his reverse cursed energy to keep you both from breaking bones until you call him out on it.
