when he walks, it demands attention. every step filling up the sound, the area, the density around you so you know that he’s coming.
it’s even in the slight shake of the little trinkets adorning your coffee table as he drops in the couch, his heavy arms on either side of the long couch back.
or how small everything looked in his hands, how loud it was when he set something down even if it was meant to be light.
how harsh a slap to your ass felt every time you walked past him.
or when his big hands engulfed your waist no matter what you did.
how his body covered yours if you were even washing the dishes, grabbing your keys, beneath, over, under him and even in the shower.
even his fucking shadow dominated yours.
he was just big. and you loved it.
you loved every aspect of it, when he would be fucking so deep, the low drag of his dick pulling out from inside you till just his tip remained and he slammed back inside of you.
it was mesmerizing how heavy he was everywhere. how he didn’t need to do much barely lifting a finger or flexing a muscle to move you in any position he wanted.
but it was perfect watching him in missionary his long, bulky figure sweaty above you, his arms anchored at the sides of your head.
steady for him and a reminder for you of how fucking strong he was. how he could hold you in a armlock and fuck you how he wanted.
or he could bend you over anywhere, anyhow and take you cause you were his.
you’d imagine that’s your favorite position anything that demonstrated his otherworldly strength. the slight cut off of your airflow turning your moans get lighter and breathy while he fucked you on his lap.
or maybe a full nelson, feeling the stretch of your legs as sukuna forced you past what you thought your limit was, feeling the burn as he huffed only focusing on cumming and not the desperate squirm of your body with the new found angle.
but no.
your favorite position was missionary, missionary since you can wrap your legs around the sturdy expanse of his waist as he pressed back inside of you.
your arms could wrap, and scratch around his back and pull his large frame over to give you another kiss.
but your favorite part was when you’d press your hand firmly in the middle of his large back, catching him off guard and pressing all 280 pounds of muscle in top of you until you felt your chest constrict.
some might assume you’re a masochist, torturing yourself like this, feeling your body fight underneath your boyfriends as you chased your orgasm.
or maybe feeling the dark tingle in your lower abdomen as he nipped at your neck, eyes slightly wider than usual watching you heave below him but not wanting to stop.
and how hard it was you came when he finally accepted his fate and lessened the weight in his arms to lie fully on you, hearing the breathless gasp escape out your mouth while you scratch and cum helplessly under him.
but even regular life wasn’t much better.
sukuna could chalk it up to a kink, a sick desire you had or a underlying urge to be close to him.
but he couldn’t understand this.
on the train you’d always push to get on the crowded one, even with another a few minutes begin.
insisting that you stood at the door and he covered you, and every single time without fail he crushes you.
his hard body swinging from the influx of people or the harsh curve of the train, pressing you further and further to the door. and it’s not like you would move away, or that you could.
but he would observe your gleaming eyes, the tight hold you’d have on his dress shirt and the bite of your lips as you finally took a deep shaky breath when he would finally get to back an inch away.
though he was also concerned when it was time to sleep.
“c’monnnn kuna” you’d whine spread like a starfish out on your bed while he you watched your shirtless boyfriend at the end of the bed.
whose arms were folded, his eyebrows scrunched as he watched you almost scared.
“this is concerning even for you.”
“please baby, i’m always on top of you anyways.”
“no.”
“no?”
“no.”
yet and still he found himself, not even ten minutes later, laid out on top of you his heavy chest crushing yours again as you hummed underneath him pleased.
“there is no way you’re comfortable under there”, his muffled voice answered as you basically purred, rubbing his back.
“very.”
“and no way you can breathe.”
“gotten used to it.”
you’re unreal. but still he couldn’t be too bothered watching your light breathes when he turned with his bed head and see the small smile splayed out in your face.
and you?
this wouldn’t the last time you’d want sukuna’s full weight.
☆ just a bit of prison warden!nanami x convict!reader
i love jjk men with crazy girlies. implied age gap?
☆ who knows what the state was thinking appointing one of the sexiest men alive as warden of the female prison? i mean, it's like throwing a bone at a pack of rabid dogs and expecting it not to get torn apart. surprisingly, given nanami actually takes his job of rehabilitation seriously, the prison is oddly peaceful, the food is decent, the work is fair and the activities are stimulating. it's boring really, not like the horror stories that come from the violent offender, max security joints people usually whisper; the longest sentences being served in are at most 5 years.
☆ every so often, however, a few trouble-makers barely make the cut and slip through the cracks, e.g you. during your first week you're already causing trouble and mouthing off at guards, prompting nanami to take a look at your file once the complaints start rolling in: 'y/n l/n, arson and destruction of property'. "she's batshit if you ask me." toji, the chief guard, grumbles after a particular incident where you tossed a bowl of rice at his ass. so nanami, ever the peacemaker, decides to visit your cell.
☆ now, the man isn't one for stereotypes, especially when he's only read your file, though to be honest he was partially expecting some crackhead., but as he stands outside of your cell, nanami finds himself momentarily stunned by how... alluring you are. as soon as your eyes meet his, it's as if you're actively trying to search the depths of his soul and the sweet, coy smile you plaster onto your lips does nothing to aid his clouded judgement.
☆ just like that, you have the warden wrapped around your pretty little finger. stuck your foot out of the cell while toji was walking past? nanami's coming to give you a 'stern' talking to, something that usually ends up in you flirting your way out of it and flustering the strict man more than he'd like to admit. "i didn't actually want him to trip, i just wanted you to come visit me, ken~"
☆ sooner or later, he begins calling you to his office, giving you tasks to "keep you out of trouble", or whatever excuse he uses to justify his actions to himself. and surprisingly, you do the work, well, not without nearly yapping his ear off and distracting him from his paper work every time you bend down.
☆ it's only when you get into a catfight in the cafeteria with some other inmate that nanami has no choice but to finally properly discipline you and he sends your pouting face to scrub dishes and clean the kitchen for two whole weeks! it's not like you even did anything wrong...
☆ when you finally finish serving time and come back to his office he actually sits you down and gives you a proper talking to about your behavior, ignoring the innocent look you give him and finally putting his foot down.
☆ "why'd you even start the fight anyway? hm?" he huffs, running his hand through his perfect slick backed hair as he stares down at you.
☆ "because she was talking about how hot you were, and i don't like other people seeing you that way." you answer matter factly, as if that's the most reasonable explanation ever.
☆ the man freezes, eyes gauging your facial features to test if there's some punchline he's missing from your response, but he finds none and shakes his head with a sigh. what has he gotten himself into?
ꨄ︎ it's moments like these where zuko, the respected firelord, completely feels utterly at peace peace.
cw. fluff. suguru and zuko have the same haircare routines btw.
you're talking about something, a conversation you had with a merchant, or the state of the flower garden? he would be lying if he said he was paying attention to the words exiting your lips, not with the heavenly sensations he's currently experiencing by your hands.
your fingers are massaging soap into his scalp, expertly weaving through his dark strands to ensure every inch of his hair is cleansed of any sweat it may have collected throughout the day.
it's a task you handle with great care, you know zuko faces immense responsibility as a leader, pressure that he often tries to keep himself from confiding in you about, but you love your husband, and just as he does for you, you make sure to give him as much comfort as you can.
it's only when you the absent minded humming he was offering in response to your yapping seems to have stopped that you finally look down at his face, pausing your movements as your eyes soften at his sleeping face.
"zuko. zuko, wake up..."
he jolts awake, confused for a moment before his eyes lock on your perfect face and he offers a sheepish smile, "sorry, you can continue talking."
you smile, kissing your teeth playfully as you begin to rinse his hair, "you should pay more attention to your wife, firelord." you scold, though your eyes hold no malice.
he scoffs, his eyes closing once more, "yeah, yeah, hurry up, you? so we can go to bed and i can hold her."
ꨄ︎ toji and creative!reader who makes him something to keep him company on his missions.
.ᐟ cw. none , purely fluff , requested by anon.
toji's collection of belongings has grown drastically more diverse since he begun dating you; from his numerous matching bracelets and necklaces, to even some of his sweatshirts and socks that have been graciously crafted by your gifted hands.
you've always been one to have multiple hobbies and outlets to pour your creativity into and toji's more than happy to accept any gifts you place into his hands, hell, he doesn't even need to waste any of his cash on overpriced dishware when he has you making weekly coffee mugs and bowls simply for the satisfaction of stimulating your hands.
his favorite trinket, however, is something special you gifted him just for his missions.
the cold night air whips against toji's face as he sits on the rooftop of some building in shibuya, impatiently waiting for the time to pass on so his damn target just pull up already and he can get all this over with to come back home to you.
he's digging in his dufflebag for something to eat when his hand brushes against it and a small smile subconsciously creeps onto his scarred lips as he pulls it out, your words echoing in his mind as he turns it over in his hand.
"look, now you won't get lonely when you leave. i even made one of you too so i can have my own~"
the gift is a miniature plush, crotched version of you, same skin tone, hair colour, favourite dress and everything, and toji can't help the warm feeling that swirls in his chest as he looks down at mini-you's adorable smiling face.
it's moments like these when he remembers what he's even going on missions for; so that he can buy you that pretty ring he saw saved in your pinterest and that perfect house you'll be able to fill all of your creations to the brim with.
he places the doll onto the brick wall and takes a picture with his phone, letting out a content sigh as he sends you a quick message.
toji<3: [1 image attachment] my pretty girl making sure i get home safe ❤︎
Please please please write a creative reader who loves making handmade gifts and trying out new recipies for jjk men (specifically nanami or Higuruma or toji) pleaaaassseeeee
made a toji ver coming out in a exactly 3 hours, you've inspired me to make drabbles for all 3 lmao <3
✮ using ghost/simon as your own portable stand, mirror and chair wherever the two of you go.
it's almost routine now whenever the two of you leave the house, as soon as it hits the one hour mark you're opening your camera app and handing it over to him to hold, eyebrows furrowed in slight concentration as you touch up your lip liner and gloss. or when you turn to him and ask if you should fix your hair or clothing. "jus' a bit, love. you look perfect any'ow."
and if you're feet are feeling sore from walking for too long in your heels, simon's immediately finding a place to sit where he can pull you onto his lap instead of letting you sit directly onto the public space and messing up your pretty clothes with dust.
all the while, his eyes are practically gazing at your beauty in awe, not like some uncontrollably lovesick puppy, but there's a softness that only appears when he's admiring your beauty. so long as you give him that sweet smile of gratitude when you're done, he'll gladly let you have your way with him.
sukuna and bitchy!reader are a match made in heaven.
both of you are intimidating in your own rights; sukuna purely out of his pure malice and looming figure, and you from your practically unapproachable nature and ever present resting bitch face. both of you are blunt and always straight to the point, a number of people can confirm having had a crying session after asking either of you for advice. heavens forbid someone messes up on an order, the both of you are already shooting them icy glares and snapping at the same time.
but once people eventually get over the shock of the fact that either of you even managed to find a lover, they begin to see why.
they notice how protective the two of you get of each other, how your hand seeks out his in every public setting. they see how you can always anticipate each other's reactions and needs and how whenever someone brings up one of you while the other is away your eyes immediately narrow and you perk up, ready to defend or fight whoever has the nerve to disrespect their lover. and, wait, they've never actually seen you fight, have they? no, actually they haven't. the closest you've gotten to it is the warning looks you shoot at him whenever he gives you a snarky remark.
well, they guess you two are a cute couple. as long as you're there to stop sukuna from terrorizing the world.
concubine!reader bathing trueform!sukuna who's shameless about what's his.
it's not unheard for the king of curses to accept consultations from his advisers and soldiers while in his bathing chambers. of course, it takes some getting used to from everyone, but it's not as if they haven't seen worse.
you, however, don't think you'll get used to the feeling of one of sukuna's cocks sliding in and out of your sloppy cunt beneath the bubbles, fingers trembling as you try in vain to massage the shampoo into his hair.
what started as you simply being tasked to bathe lord sukuna for the evening quickly escalated into one pair of his arms bouncing you up and down on his lap, your whines music to his ears from how it feels to have his mushroom tip grind into what feels like the deepest part of your soul.
groans of pleasure escape his mouth from how deliciously tight your tiny pussy grips around him, his strong hands digging into the thick flesh of your ass ever so tighter than before as if to punish your body for attempting to undo his composure.
your bliss is interrupted as a knock sounds at the sliding doors of the bathing chamber and your breath hitches as you halt your ministrations in his hair, prompting a grunt of disapproval as he shoots you an annoyed look.
before you can clamber off his lap he shouts for whoever it is to enter, hands tightening around your hips as you whimper in surprise, his eyes narrowing at you as his voice comes out in a low, threatening growl, "you will stay right where you are, don't make me repeat myself."
so here you are, sukuna's cock dragging back and forth into the heat of your gummy walls as some cowering man discusses village offerings, foreign trade and whatnot... your brain gave up on thinking straight the moment one of his thumbs started rubbing your clit in a circular motion that has your hands gripping even tighter onto his broad shoulders.
and your king barely even looks affected, save for the slight pinch between his brows that is equal parts from the pleasure of your cunt trying to milk him from all his worth and irritation from the rambling of the servant in front of him that's stopping him from fully standing up and fucking up into your sweet pussy.
now you're barely able to keep the mewling of your pleasure at bay as you start to needily grind down onto his thick cock yourself, eyes squeezed shut from the amplified pleasure of being claimed so thoroughly in front of an onlooker in a way that has sukuna momentarily smirking as he watches your face; all the while the poor man at the door is practically shivering out of his boots, stumbling and sweating from the lewd display he's witnessing.
it only takes exactly three minutes for sukuna to lose his patience and snap at the pathetic, puny human to leave and come back with real concerns, and the moment the critter scurries out you yelp from just how quick the hulking male lays you on the edge of the pool and begins pounding into your now more than sopping hole.
"fuckin' rats. the next man to keep me from fucking my pet is a dead one."
so... i'm thinking of writing a fic (probably a two parter with heavy yearning and ofc smut at the end to top it off) with (dracula coded) vampire!hiromi higuruma x soulmate reader... like think of dracula: a love story x something very bad is going to happen but hea... should i?
masseuse!toji who only picks up shifts when he's in the need for some quick cash between missions at some fancy, well paying massage parlor. nsfw / minors dni.
it's usually slow, boring or almost unbearable, especially when his clients for the night are a bunch of married weirdo's in their 50s who keep on trying to inch their towel lower down over their ass as if to peak his interest.
it's on a random friday, however, that his interest does finally get peaked. but it's not from some desperate attempt, it's simply from just how sweet you look out of the gate.
how you give him a sheepish smile as you slip off your robe and lay on the table, telling him how it's your birthday and your best friend booked a session to spoil you. it's cute how slightly nervous you are as you shudder slightly as he begins his work on your shoulders before slowly relaxing and humming from the pleasure.
it's all going fine and well before his fingers dig into a specific spot in your lower back and you let out a moan, your back arching your ass upward from the intense concentration of pleasure.
it's as if time stops and the air heats up in the room as you tense up and his hands falter. your face burns in humiliation as you let out a nervous chuckle to shake off some of your mortification, "well that was awkward..."
he smirks in response and lets out a slick, "it's okay, you can make as much noise as you want, no one can hear~"
"o-oh..." you respond, giving him that sheepish look once more before laying your head back down on the pillow. but the damage has already been done, and toji feels a flush of heat rush down to his groin from your moan playing over and over in his mind as his hands continue kneading, while ever so slightly beginning to wander.
your breath hitches as you feel his hands inching up your thighs by a millimeter each time before you bite your lip and slowly press back into his touch, heart rate picking up from how out of character your attempt at escalating the situation is.
but hey, at least it seems to have worked, because sooner or later toji's fingers find themselves rubbing against your clit while his other hand grips your neck and pins your upper body to the massage table; your ass arched up towards him as you whine into the soft padded surface, hips subconsciously grinding back into him for more.
and the bastard is just eating it up, the scar across his lip pulling slightly from the sly grin spread across his lips as he watches your desperation. "not so fast, ma'am," he drawls lazily, as if he has all the time in the world, "i'm an expert..."
your mouth falls open in a moan as his fingers suddenly slip into the warm walls of your starved pussy, the creamy essence of your arousal from his earlier ministrations serving as enough lubricant for two of his digits to slide to the complete hilt of his knuckles.
the way he fills you up is enough to bring all those lonely nights you've spent trying to please yourself to shame as he begins to move, and the way he's curling his middle and ring fingers up in that come hither motion to massage that spongy spot in your core like you've never felt before has your mind reeling and whines tumbling out of your mouth.
"please, please, please- keep doing it like tha- aah! fuck..." you babble incoherently as you push back against his hand, your words catching in your throat as he suddenly picks up the pace and your cream slicked, gummy walls suction around him, the sound of your pussy weeping filling the space between the two of you.
"s'that right? i can tell with how you keep fuckin' grippin' me~" the brute of a man grunts out, his stupid pants feeling even tighter than normal, particularly in the groin area, as he watches how pretty your hole looks in the dim lighting, wet and desperate for something only he can provide right now.
in no time his techniques have your stomach heating up and tightening, your cries of pleasure reaching a crescendo as you begin to reach your peak, pussy fluttering wildly as your toes curl and you start to tear up from how good the pressure in your cunt feels.
"s-sir, i-i think i'm gonna- fuuuuck!" you cry into the table as hot spurts of liquid gush out around his ever moving fingers in a way that has you gasping from both the shock of the intensity of your orgasm and the outstanding sensation wracking through you body as your thighs tremble.
toji just watches in complete awe from how prettily you manage to lose yourself in the feeling, watching your pretty pussy tighten and cum just for him; it's enough to make a man fall in love really.
"shit, ma... you enjoy squirtin' for random strangers or am i just special?~"
your face heats up from his words as you try to gather your thoughts from your hazy, blissful brain before another mewl escapes your throat as his fingers slowly slip out and you watch him bring his hand to his laps, those dangerous verdant eyes set on yours as he lewdly sucks your juices off his digits, the groan he lets out from your taste sending a shiver down your spine.
"mmm, never had a pussy taste so good..." he hums out with another smirk before the hand he had around the nape of your neck releases you and moves to lazily untie the drawstrings of his pants.
"since you were such a good client, i think you deserve a more... extensive internal massage, pretty girl...~"
✭ sports captain!sukuna who finds himself completely whipped for the university's most untouchable and elusive student, law student!reader.
you're working out in the sports facility again, airpods in your ears as you do your RDLs and focus on engaging your glutes.
unbeknownst to you, there's someone who's eyes can't stop wandering over to you even as he tries to concentrate on his reps. who's subconsciously memorized nearly every aspect of your campus schedule and has been thinking (more like obsessing) over you for the past few weeks and strategizing how to ask you out when so many suitors have attempted and been turned down on the spot.
don't worry though, it's not some middle aged creep who's been stalking you around the city, or a scrappy freshman with no experience in exercising whatsoever who thinks he stands a chance at bagging you while barely passing any of his classes.
shockingly, it's the universities most pined after athlete, the sports captain, sukuna.
it's almost pathetic really, how you've been occupying such a vast amount of space in his mind while dozens of girls are practically lining up in his dms and kissing up to his ass. that's exactly his problem- why? why is he so damn consumed by you, when you barely ever give him the time of day?
but that's the answer to his question. it's because you don't acknowledge him that his mind has conditioned itself into hyperfixating on you. it's because you've never been to his games to cheer in the bleachers when he scores, or thrown yourself at him during his house parties, hell, he's never seen you at any party.
you're completely unbothered by him, and now he's utterly bothered by you.
so that's why he finally says fuck it and stands up from his workout bench, grabbing his phone and walking towards the pool area 5 minutes after you've left to finish off your workout with a few laps.
he sees you immediately, swimming back and forth in such an elegant way that his heart does a stutter that only serves to irritate the campus king even more as he practically stomps over to the pool's edge, nearly seething as he watches you swim towards it.
you're about to turn back around before you notice his towering frame over you and pause, your annoyingly alluring eyes staring up at him in tentative confusion, "... do you need something, sukuna?"
it's not fair how his breath hitches from the sound of his name on your lips, and he has to stop himself from staring at your mouth before he looks back up at your eyes and his words tumble out of his in an uncoordinated mess.
"yes, actually. look, i don't know how the hell to say this- but- these past weeks i've been fucking distracted, by you, and i don't know what the fuck to do about it. you're like a parasite that's latched onto my skull and keeps on digging into my brain and it's driving me insane- i mean- you don't even look at me and quite frankly you're one of the most beautiful girls i've ever seen and you're so fucking smart it's infuriating- so," he pauses briefly to catch his breath, dragging a hand over his face to collect himself as he sighs.
"what i'm asking is... would you wanna go on a date with me some time? i've been meaning to ask you for, i don't even know how long, so if you're gonna say no, please do it now so i can start forcing myself to get over yo-"
"okay."
sukuna stops in his tracks, mind going blank as he looks down at you with narrowed eyes, his mind reeling from the whiplash of your calm reply. "huh?"
you have to fight to keep the smirk off your lips as you repeat once again, slower as if talking to a confused child. "i said okay, give me your phone so i can put in my number."
as if not really believing it he scans your face before hesitantly opening up his contacts and handing his phone over, his brows furrowed in perplexity as he watches your manicured fingers move across the screen and you hand it back to him.
"text me in the evening so we can make plans, i'm free on tuesday."
sukuna's in a state of shock all the way back to his apartment. is this some kind if dream? a cruel joke played by the universe that he'll wake up from any second now?
well, as he steps into his shower half an hour later, it doesn't seem to be either. and before he can stop it the idiot can't stop himself from breaking out into a full blown grin. his teammates will never hear the end of this.
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