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Do u not like white people

...I honestly don't even know what to say to this, besides the obvious. (and that your question could've been phrased a bit better). I love, respect, and appreciate all races! Now if you're referring as to why most my posts are primarily 'black!female' centered is because when it comes to 'x reader' works we don't get much incorporation in that aspect.

Now I would say that this has changed a bit over the couple of years as I'm seeing that tag a bit more and more in different fandoms but it's still quite often where we have descriptors for essentially white/european readers.

Which I'm not saying is a problem nor bad at all! (ive seen countless works such as those and they were amazingly written and beautifully detailed to the point where I cried reading at least 80% of them.)

My blog is simply trying to include my sisters/more diverse groups of women and girls alike so they feel represented in their respected fandoms. So I do apologize if that's what it seemed like, but I can assure you my blog is simply trying to make bigger, curvier, curly haired, women/girls of color feel more seen and heard.

Always with love, Kam.

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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ yearning!sylus hcs

including: 16+, mentions of fingering, aftercare things, overall fluff, but yk, sylus being a sweetie

yearning!sylus who can't stop staring at your lips when you sit on his lap talking softly about your day, his shirt hanging off your body like second skin as you breathe. His heart practically racing in his chest as low eyes flick over your face

yearning!sylus who actively pouts when you don't say I love you back, even if you're half awake and mumble a 'love you.' this man will turn on his heel and stare at you like you just slapped him. "Excuse me? I was under the impression that this was a loving, and committed relationship. Certainly you can muster a noun in that sentence."

yearning!sylus who loves taking care of you when you're too tired/drunk from a long night of fun. Doing your skincare routine for you, rubbing scented lotion into your skin, its so sweetly intimate he can't help but smile. "I have your night clothes already laid out sweetie."

yearning!sylus who can't get enough of your back to his chest, and his long digits knuckle deep in your cunny as you moan and gasp sleepily. Eyes still full of sleep as you shake and tremble, a weak hand gripping his forearm as you near your orgasm. "Let go kitten, just relax your body and let go for me."

yearning!sylus who kisses you like he needs air, like every breath he takes is air wasted when his lips aren't on yours. Never hurried, never rushed, just dizzying. Humming into it when you get your hands on him, his already pulling you flush against his chest.

yearning!sylus who kisses every scar, every mole, and whispers sweet nothings into your skin after sex.

yearning!sylus who never goes to sleep without kissing your forehead. It's almost like an unspoken routine you both are committed to.

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SUDDEN RAIN — zayne x fem!reader

[🧸] author's note: I changed it up just a little bit (it takes place after the wedding card) but tried to keep it mostly acc to the secret time + lowkey got lost in it halfway thru chat hope yall like it still [ ۶ৎ ] containing: tooth rotting fluff, zayne being a gentleman as usual.

Raindrops pitter-pattered on zayne's car, the road ahead stationary as there was a traffic jam just a few feet ahead. The warmth of the car combined with your exhaustion from your outing making your lashes flutter closed as you gazed ahead.

Zayne's eyes flickering to your now slightly sluggish form as your eyes began to droop. "Are you tired love?" Voice soft yet husky as his gaze swept over you, who's head lulled slightly toward the window, the hum of the rain on the windshield like a lullaby. Letting out a quiet hum, you smiled faintly without opening your eyes.

“Mhm… a little. It’s just so… cozy in here.”

You had always been so sweet when you were sleepy, if it wasn't a massive safety concern Zayne would've had you in his lap for the rest of the ride home. But for the time being, he put his coat over your body and brushed a stray hair from your vision. "Then rest, I'll wake you up once we get home."

Your lips curved a little more as your eyes fluttered open just enough to look at him. Dark hair falling just over the lids of his pretty green eyes, soft yet handsome features even more gorgeous up close. You really lucked out with him.

“You're really handsome yknow that zaynie?” you murmured, voice soft and hazy with drowsiness. His hand paused mid‑motion, the faintest pink blooming along his cheekbones before he let out a quiet, almost shy laugh. “That's your sleepy side talking,” Zayne murmured, voice warm and teasing, but there was a subtle edge of disbelief there too, like he didn’t quite know how to take the compliment.

Your lashes fluttered again as you tilted your head a little more toward him on the headrest, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “M’not,” you whispered, your words slow and lazy, as if each one was dipped in honey. “You’re… really handsome. Always have been”

That earned you another laugh—softer this time, almost self‑conscious—as his hand drifted from the gearshift to gently brush along your arm through the coat he’d draped over you. His fingers lingered for just a second, warm against your skin.

“You are always so honest when drowsy." He admitted, eyes gazing down at your tired expression. You were practically half asleep trying to call him handsome. Still being such a sweet angel even in a state of faded awareness.

"I'll guess I'll have to take your word for it miss fairy."

Your heart skipped, that old nickname slipping out of him so easily, like a secret he still kept close. The smile tugging at your lips softened and grew, head tilting slightly toward him.

Zayne caught that look—caught the way your smile deepened at the name—and his own breath hitched just a little, a faint pink dusting his cheekbones as his thumb traced idle circles against your arm. For a moment, he couldn’t look away, caught between surprise and something warmer blooming quietly in his chest.

Without thinking, your hand slipped out from under his coat to find his. Fingers intertwining gently as you squeezed gently. “Mm… you remembered,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper, eyes closing again as a sleepy grin played on your lips.

Zayne’s gaze softened even further, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand as if committing the feel of it to memory. “I could never forget anything about that day." he said lowly, a smile tugging at his own lips.

Your limbs grew limp, breathing evening out as the cozy hum of the rain and the warmth of his hand lulled you deeper into drowsiness. Within moments, you’d drifted off completely, still holding his hand tight.

Glancing at you once more, he watched the way your lips curved faintly even in sleep. The faint glow of the dashboard lights softened every angle of your face, making you look almost ethereal, like something he was never meant to touch but somehow got lucky enough to hold. His thumb instinctively brushed over the back of your hand, marveling at how..perfectly your fingers fit between his, as though they had always belonged there.

Green eyes softening further as he traced your knuckles with his thumb, taking in the rise and fall of your chest, the peace written across your features. Then, leaning in carefully so as not to wake you, he brushed a tender kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger against your skin just long enough to whisper, low and heartfelt, “Sweet dreams, my love.”

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random secretly!obsessive caleb headcannons

[🧸] author's note: lowkey starting to see the appeal chat.

[ ۶ৎ ] always is the first one to view any post you make & the first to comment on them as well. (secretly dms the guys who leave suggestive comments on your pfps 'kys'. on a diff acc ofc.)

[ ۶ৎ ] casually evesdrops on your conversations so that he's always aware of whats going on with you. Sometimes he'll purposely leave his phone around to record whatever conversation or phone call you might have to be up to date. (Or just to hear your voice when you aren't around.)

[ ۶ৎ ] has a hidden stash of your panties in his room, his favorite are your lacy or cute ones since he knows you wear them often. He'll rotate them in your dresser enough so you don't become suspicious of them completely going missing.

[ ۶ৎ ] always looks directly in your eyes when you talk, so intently it’s almost unnerving—like he’s drinking in every blink, every twitch of your lips. It makes you flustered, but he lives for the way you stumble over your words when you catch how dark his gaze gets.

[ ۶ৎ ] keeps tabs on all your locations—shared or not. He knows your favorite routes home, which cafés you like to stop at, what time you usually get off work. If you’re late, his chest tightens, and he’s already halfway out the door with his car keys before you can even text an update.

[ ۶ৎ ] sometimes sends you little gifts that arrive without explanation: a piece of jewelry you’d offhandedly mentioned liking, a specific snack you ran out of, or a book you said you wanted to read. He never admits it was him—he just waits to see the glow in your face when you gush about it later.

[ ۶ৎ ] has a private folder on his phone filled with photos of you—screenshots from your stories, candid shots you didn’t notice him take, even blurry ones where you’re mid‑laugh. It’s his personal shrine, and he scrolls through it on nights he can’t sleep, his chest aching with something dark and deep.

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KILL SHOT BABY— jjk!men x fem!reader

[ ۶ৎ ] including: (all characters!agedup) satoru gojo . suguru geto . choso kamo . ryomen sukuna . suggestive themes, making out sesh in gojos, reader being a tease/flirt, choso getting a hard on, thats pretty much it lol

[ ۶ৎ ] synopsis: everyone knows the best way for a pretty girl to make their ex jealous is with slutty but tasteful pictures, and you take some killer ones but you need these to be perfect for instagram. So..who better to help you than your lovely roommate <3 [🧸] author's note: didn't really prood read much (re-upload bc it wasn't showing up in tags.)

SATORU.

"Wait toru how do I look?" You asked casually, as if you weren't half naked on his bed only in a lace cami top and small shorts, tits practically spilling out of the pink top making satoru damn near drool.

Your body was sprawled out like a Playboy model, hair just messy enough, lipgloss shining in the dim room. Whoever you were trying to make jealous clearly was blind, who would ever walk away from this?

"You look hot, but… why are we using my bed?" The white‑haired college student let out a low laugh, leaning against his dresser with crossed arms, blue eyes locked on every dip and curve of you. “Yours broken again?”

You popped your lips, amused. “Because your sheets are the softest, and your lighting’s good. Quit complaining and help me, Toru—angle’s off.”

“Mm.” He pushed off the dresser, coming closer, and you caught the subtle hitch in his breath when he got a better view. “What exactly are you aiming for, I would assume sexy but you don't have to try hard for that."

“Right? But I don't just want him to miss me,” you smirked, shifting slightly, making your strap slip further down your shoulder. “I need him begging me by tonight to get back with me.”

You remained stretched across his bed, playing with the hem of your cami as Satoru climbed onto the mattress, settling on one knee beside you with your phone in hand. His grin turned sly, though you could see the way his throat bobbed as his eyes wandered over the curve of your hip.

“Alright,” he murmured, lifting the phone. Click. A flashless shot, the soft sound of the shutter filling the air. “Gorgeous… but hold still—move your arm… yeah, just like that.”

You arched a little, hair spilling over your shoulder as you obeyed, the flimsy strap slipping down even farther. Satoru cursed under his breath—quiet, but enough for you to catch—and snapped another photo. Click.

“Perfect,” he said, voice dropping lower as his hand adjusted the phone again. “Now… look at me.”

You blinked, startled. “At you?”

“Mhm.” His grin softened, but his eyes… those bright blue eyes suddenly looked darker, sharper. “It’ll look hotter. Like you’re thinking about me instead of him.”

Your lips parted just slightly, heart skipping a beat, but you did it—gaze locking on his. The way he looked at you in return, like he wanted to eat you alive, made your breath hitch. He swallowed, leaning in just a little, the phone lowering halfway as if he’d forgotten what he was doing. Click. The camera shutter snapped again, but neither of you broke eye contact.

He glanced down at the photo, lips twitching, then back to you.

“Is he big or sum?” he asked bluntly, like it was the most casual question in the world. Your mouth dropped open in shock before a laugh tumbled out, heat rushing to your cheeks. “What?!”

Satoru only grinned, tilting his head, waiting.

You bit your lip, shaking your head, but the words slipped out anyway. “Ohmygod okay, I mean he wasn't…small,” you admitted. "He was like moderate in bed, he knew what he was doing just wasn't a pro at it.” You joked with a laugh, “Might've been part of the reason I stayed for a while too.”

As your gaze flicked back to satoru's face, you felt something shift in the air. His cerulean eyes glint with something else, a sudden wave of nerves rush down your spine. And the weird urge to stare at his lips, "So you want a fuck buddy who's mildly obsessed with you."

You gave a little laugh, leaning back on your hands, trying to play it cool. “Mmm, tempting,” you hummed, tilting your head. “But I don’t just want a fuck buddy, y’know. I want an actual boyfriend.” Your tone stayed playful, though your pulse jumped when his eyes softened. You tapped a nail against your lip, mock‑thoughtful, and let the words slip out with a joking lilt. “You interested?”

You expected him to laugh. To roll his eyes or throw back another teasing line. But instead, he didn’t even hesitate—just met your gaze with a lazy confidence that sent heat crawling up your neck.

“Yes,” he said simply.

Your heart stuttered. Your mouth opened a little, but no sound came out as you stared at him, stunned. “Wait, you’re serious?”

“Mm‑hm.” He let the hum linger, eyes flicking over your face, then down to your lips. A slow smirk curved his mouth. “Why? Is that really surprising?”

“N‑no, It's just—”

“Liar,” he teased, cutting you off as he moved in closer, one hand braced on the mattress beside your hip. His voice dipped lower, like silk over gravel, brushing your skin like a touch. “You really aren't good at lying yknow that?"

Your chest rose sharply as you realized just how close he’d gotten, his breath ghosting over your cheek, his grin deepening as he saw you falter.

“Shut up, Toru,” you breathed, but your voice lacked any real bite—soft, almost shaky, like you didn’t mean it at all.

He tilted his head slightly, that teasing smile not wavering for a second. “Aw c’mon, don’t act like that,” he drawled, voice warm and amused, a little rasp curling at the edges. "You don't think I notice you checkin me out?" Toru teased, leaning in just enough that his silver hair brushed your temple.

You opened your mouth to argue, but he cut you off again, his grin deepening. “And don’t even start with that innocent act. You could’ve asked any of your friends to help with these photos…” His voice dipped low, velvet-smooth, every syllable brushing against your skin like a touch. “…but you came here. To me.”

A brain turned to mush as you blinked up at toru, breath catching in your throat as the air between you seemed to thicken, charged with something that made your pulse hammer in your ears.

Toru’s grin softened into something almost wolfish, his blue eyes flicking from your lips back to your eyes, slow, deliberate. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips before you even realized you’d done it. His gaze tracked the movement, tilting his head, he waited. That smug curve of his mouth daring you to do something about it.

“Well?” he whispered, leaning in just a fraction more, so close that his nose brushed yours, the tension snapping tighter and tighter between you like a pulled string.

You didn’t even realize you’d moved until your hands were in his hair and your lips crashed onto his, cutting off the last of his teasing with a kiss. Satoru made a low sound in his throat—half‑surprised, half‑pleased—as his hands instantly found your waist, gripping, pulling you flush against him as the kiss deepened, all that pent‑up tension spilling over in a rush.

SUGURU.

“Yeah… just like that. Perfect,” you murmured, eyes locked on your phone screen as Suguru’s hand slid easily around your throat. His other arm cinched tight around your waist, pulling you impossibly close, the two of you framed perfectly in the mirror’s reflection.

His chest pressed warm and solid against your back as you reached up to fix your hair, then tugged the neckline of your top just a little lower. The motion earned a low, amused chuckle from the dark‑haired man behind you.

“How much cleavage do you need before you’re outright flashing people?” he murmured, voice smooth, teasing.

You laughed softly, tilting your head against his shoulder, lips curling into a grin. “Relax, Sugu. I’m not about to post anything too scandalous,” you drawled, amusement dancing in your tone. "And just say boobs or tits you sound like a old man when you say cleavage." A low chuckle filled your ears at your remark, the sound stirring a flutter in your stomach.

Then came another soft click of the camera. Then another. You shifted slightly in his hold, angling your body, but his grip around your waist stayed firm, grounding you. The faint scent of his cologne—warm and smoky, with something sweet buried underneath—wrapped around you until you could barely think straight. Every time his thumb brushed idly against the hollow of your throat, or his chest pressed a little closer to your back, it sent a prickle of sensitivity down your arms, heat coiling low in your stomach.

You tried to focus on the phone, on the photos, but you kept fidgeting—adjusting your top, tucking hair behind your ear, biting your lip—and Suguru noticed. He always noticed.

The way your shoulders started to tense when he’d shift his grip on you, how your breathing began to quicken just a little when his thumb swept along your collarbone.

“You good?” his voice rumbled low behind you, lazy and warm, his head tilting as his lips skimmed your temple. “You’re tense as hell.”

Heat bloomed across your cheeks, your pulse thudding like it wanted out of your chest. “Y‑yeah,” you breathed, trying to laugh it off, “I’m fine, Guru… just—just trying to make sure these pics come out right.”

His voice was doing everything but helping god. It sank into your skin like ink, soft and deep, wrapping around every word. And his touch— it felt too natural, like your body already knew exactly where his hands belonged.

One stayed firm at your throat, steady, grounding. The other gripped your waist before those long fingers began to fan out, drifting lower, tracing the gentle slope of your stomach. His knuckles grazed your ribs as he dragged them slowly, deliberately, until the motion had you shifting on your feet with a shiver you couldn’t hide.

Your phone trembled faintly in your hand as you tried to steady your breathing. “Sugu…” you began, but whatever you’d meant to say vanished when his fingertips ghosted over the flat of your lower belly—so light, so careful—until they skimmed just above the dip of your v‑line.

You froze without meaning to, the air catching in your chest. He felt it immediately. A soft chuckle rumbled from him, low and warm, reverberating against your back where his chest pressed close.

“Sorry, sensitive spot?” he teased, voice quiet, almost intimate, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he leaned in ever so slightly.

You couldn’t form a reply. You were too caught up in him—the clean soap on his skin, the darker edge of his cologne, that subtle, warm scent that was all his. Every time his skin grazed yours, it was like static, little sparks that made you fidget despite yourself.

In the mirror you caught your own reflection: cheeks pink, lips parted, eyes wide… and his, dark and steady, drinking you in like he had nowhere else to be. The sight made something in your chest squeeze tight. Suddenly, the pictures didn’t feel like enough.

A video wouldn't hurt (for your personal reasons of course.)

Your grip on your phone tightened as you wet your lips, nerves fluttering in your stomach. “Hey uh sugu?” Your voice was small, a little shaky.

“Hm?” His hand was still there, fingers idly tracing slow, lazy patterns along the waistband of your shorts, his eyes lifting to meet yours in the mirror.

You took a breath, the words tumbling out softer than you intended. “Need a video too.”

His brows arched slightly, a flicker of surprise melting into that soft, knowing grin that always managed to undo you. “A video?” he repeated, low and curious, his tone making your pulse jump.

“Yeah,” you nodded quickly, trying to sound casual even as your heart pounded, “I was gonna post a few pictures… mix them with mine, and put a vid at the end.”

One of his hands stilled on your waist, waiting. “What were you thinking?”

You swallowed, your breath catching as you guided his right hand a little lower, until his knuckles brushed over that sensitive line again. Your voice dropped to a whisper. “One with… your head in my neck. And your hands… right here.”

For a beat, the room felt smaller, warmer. Suguru’s dark eyes dragged over your reflection, a slow smirk curving his lips, dangerous in the way it made your thighs press together. “Alright” he murmured, voice low and velvet‑soft, his breath tickling your throat.

Your heart hammered so loud you were sure he could hear it. “You sure you're okay with that?”

You nodded, barely managing a breathy, “Yeah,” as your thumb hovered over the record button, anticipation coiling tight in your stomach.

Suguru dipped his head closer, lips grazing the curve of your neck before his teeth gently scraped over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His hands spread firm over your waist, then slid lower, fingers skimming exactly where you’d guided them—just above that V‑line, deliberate and slow.

“Then go on,” he murmured against your skin, voice molten and soft, “hit record.”

CHOSO.

When you had knocked on Choso’s door at 11 p.m., he honestly thought you were coming in to rant about your shitty ex—maybe cry a little, maybe raid his snacks, maybe crash on his bed like you’d done a dozen times before.

Not… this.

Not standing there in the dim glow of his desk lamp in nothing but black lace—sheer straps slipping off your shoulders, a tiny matching skirt clinging to your hips—like you’d stepped out of someone’s dirtiest dream.

The mere action of you batting your lashes at him had choso's breath catching in his throat, "Hey so..I kinda need help with something. But like shoko is with suguru and your the only other person I could trust with something like this and not make it weird." You rambled, eyes locked on the dark haired college student, as if you were gauging how bad he was going to reject your plea.

But how could he? How could anyone when you looked at him like that.

"Uh yeah sure what is it?"

So that's how you ended up on choso's bed, laying on your back looking up at him between your mink lashes, chest all exposed. The flashes of your camera capturing your sinful beauty, while choso's eyes steadily drinked up every sliver of exposed skin.

“Hey, Cho, is this good?”

'You're perfect fuck the lace.'

"Y-yeah just uhm..arch your back a bit more."

You shifted slightly on his bed, tugging the strap of your lace top down just enough to tempt without crossing a line. The camera shutter clicked again as you angled yourself, arching your back just enough to make the curve of your chest even more pronounced.

"Yeah that's good."

Choso was standing there like he’d forgotten how to function, hand tightly gripping your phone like a lifeline. His eyes darting away—first to the corner of the room, then the floor, then right back to you even though he tried not to.

You caught the way his ears went pink, the way his eyes lingered for a split second too long before he tore them away again. A playful smirk tugged at your lips.

“Aww someone's blushing,” you sing‑songed, tilting your head on the pillow. “What, never seen a girl like this before?”

He shot you a look—caught between flustered and annoyed—but the redness creeping up his neck betrayed him. “Yes I have, shut up,” he muttered under his breath, almost too quiet to hear.

(He really hasn't poor thing.)

You laughed, the sound low and warm, dragging your teeth over your lip as you watched him fidget in the dim light. “C’mon, Cho, don’t tell me you’re shy now. You’ve seen me walk around the apartment in stuff like this a million times.”

“Not—” He stopped, his jaw working as he tried to find words. His eyes flicked over you again, quickly, before dropping to the floor. “…Not like that,” he mumbled, voice thick.

“Not like what?” you prodded, all fake innocence as you slid upright on his bed, the hem of your lace skirt riding higher on your thighs.

He swallowed hard, the tips of his fingers curling in his pockets, and you swore you heard him mutter something that sounded like Jesus Christ.

“Relax, Cho,” you teased, reaching out to catch his sleeve as you rose to your feet in front of him. The shift brought you close enough that you could see every flustered detail in his dark eyes. You tilted your head up, smile softening. “Thank you, really. For helping me out.”

Before he could respond, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his cheek, soft and lingering, your gloss leaving the faintest imprint against his warm skin.

You felt the way he froze—how his breath hitched, how his eyes went wide—and you couldn’t stop the playful grin that spread across your face as you pulled back.

“Goodnight, Cho,” you whispered, letting your voice dip low, teasing, before you grabbed your phone out of his hand smoothly and glided to the door, hips swaying deliberately as you slipped out of his room.

As he let out a shaky breath, his mind spun with a hundred tangled thoughts—questions he couldn’t even begin to form. He stood there, rooted to the spot, cheeks still warm where your lips had brushed.

What really killed him, though, was how you didn’t even flinch at the obvious tent straining against his sweats as you slipped out of the room.

…Or at least, that’s what he thought.

(You saw. You definitely saw. <3)

SUKUNA.

You knocked on his door without much thought, one hand already tugging at the hem of your scarlet cami to fix the way it sat over your chest.

Sukuna didn’t even look up from where he was lounging on his bed, tattooed arms behind his head, a lazy smirk curving his mouth as his eyes dragged down your body. “...The hell do you want at midnight, tiny?”

You stepped inside without waiting for an invite, phone clutched in your hand, the hem of your tiny skirt swishing against your thighs. Ruby eyes dropping to them before flinting back up to your face. “You’re gonna help me with something,” you said, shutting the door behind you like you owned the place.

One dark brow lifted. “Oh? And why would I do that?”

You flopped down onto the edge of his bed, legs crossed, phone already opened to your camera roll as you scrolled through shots you’d taken earlier in your room—your lipstick still glossy, your neckline daring but just shy of too much. You turned the screen toward him, letting him take in the soft arch of your back, the way your hair fell artfully messy over one shoulder.

“Need to make these perfect,” you murmured, tapping one photo. “Lighting’s crap in my room. Angle’s all wrong. You have better lighting in here… and you’re hot.” You said, like it was an understatement.

That earned you a sharp laugh, deep and amused. Sukuna pushed himself upright, the movement making the fabric of his black tee stretch over his chest. That you shamelessly gazed at, “So you want me—," grin widening, “—to play photographer for your little thirst trap campaign?”

“Don’t make it sound cheap,” you shot back, with a playful smile. “It’s strategic.”

He studied you for a long moment, head tilting slightly, the black markings along his arms flexing as he folded them. “Strategic, huh? For who?” You played innocent, smoothing your skirt as you said with a sigh, “My ex. He’s been… annoying.”

A mischievous glint sparked in Sukuna’s eyes at that, though his tone stayed teasing. “So you’re coming to me to help you ruin him?”

“Who else?” you replied, matching his grin. “You’re my roommate. Intimidating enough for most guys.” your gaze flicked over him deliberately, “Besides people already think we're together, this is just the push he needs."

His laughter this time was low and warm, a little rough around the edges as he rose from the bed and reached for your phone. “Alright, tiny,” he murmured, stepping close enough that his cologne hit you, smoky and sharp, “but if you’re gonna use me to make some bastard cry, we’re doing it my way.”

You tilted your head up at him, heart skipping when his hand brushed your waist as he guided you toward the full‑length mirror in his room, his other hand already scrolling through your camera to check the settings.

“Loosen up,” he said, voice a low rasp as he positioned you, one hand adjusting your chin, the other tugging lightly at your tank’s hem pulling it down slightly, so it exposed your bra just enough. You didn't say anything, but your heart fluttered as he touched you, tongue darting out to wet your lips as you breathed.

A hand then came up to frizz up your hair slightly before adjusting it, "Hey-!"

"Shush, you want him thinkin we fucked right?"

Your laugh caught in your throat as the words sank in, a flush creeping up the back of your neck.

You opened your mouth to fire back with some teasing retort, but nothing came out—because Sukuna was right there, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him at your back, close enough that every brush of his knuckles against your skin felt sharper, heavier than it should’ve.

“I– I mean… yeah, but you didn’t have to mess my hair up,” you muttered, trying for playful but your voice came out softer, almost breathless.

He caught it immediately, of course he did, that flicker in your tone. In the mirror, his eyes lifted to meet yours, that crimson glint locking you in place like a predator catching the twitch of its prey. His lips curled slowly, smugly.

“…You gettin’ shy on me now?” Sukuna’s voice dipped low, amusement laced through the rough edge of it. His fingers ghosted along your collarbone to fix the strap he’d just tugged down, deliberately slow, the pads of his fingers warm against your skin.

You swore your knees might give out. “Shut up,” you whispered, but it lacked all bite, your eyes darting away from the mirror like that would save you from the way his gaze pinned you.

He hummed, clearly entertained, leaning in just enough that his breath brushed your ear as he adjusted the angle of your phone in his other hand. “Mmm… thought you wanted him jealous,” he murmured, low enough that the words vibrated against your skin.

Your heart thudded so hard you thought he might hear it. “I do,” you managed, swallowing down the heat creeping higher on your cheeks.

“Then stop looking at me like that,” Sukuna teased, grin widening as he tapped your chin lightly with his knuckle, forcing you to look back at the mirror. “Or I’m gonna think you came in here for me."

[lacedbykami]

[🧸] Gojo becomes a certified pillow prince after coming more 4+ times, like eyes rolled back slurred words, panting, the whole nine yards.

"Y'look so cute like this toru, all fucked out and pretty." You teased with a giggle as you pumped his aching shaft, a ridiculously amount of precum flowing out the tip as his hips bucked.

Soft white hair clung damp to his flushed forehead, a few strands sticking to his temples as his chest heaved. Long lashes fluttered as his eyes rolled half‑lidded, tears of overstimulation pricking the corners from how hard you’d already wrung him out.

“T-too much… baby, m’gonna—” his words broke off into a ragged moan, his head tipping back into the pillows as you twisted your wrist just right, squeezing around his swollen shaft.

“Aww,” you cooed, leaning closer so your breath ghosted his cheek, “look at you, honey. Can’t even talk straight, huh?” A shiver ripped through him, his abs tightening under your hand as his hips gave another desperate jerk up into your fist. The obscene slick sound of your pumping only made his face redder, his lips parted and shiny from how much he’d been biting them.

“P-please… s’too much baby, c-can’t—”

“You can,” you whispered, fingers teasing over the sensitive head, collecting that endless stream of precum and spreading it down his length until his whole cock glistened. “You’ve got another one in you, I know it. You always do.”

With a whimper, his hand shot out blindly, curling in the sheets like he couldn’t tell if he wanted to push you away or pull you closer. His hips twitched again, thighs trembling, his body trembling.

“You’re so sweet like this,” you breathed against his ear, quickening your strokes just enough to make his breath catch. “All mine, right, Toru?” His answer a broken cry, back arching as his head fell to the side, white hair splaying over your pillows like a halo. “Y-yeah… all yours baby… f-fuck—!”

And when you felt him start to throb in your hand again, you only giggled softly, coaxing him through it, savoring every ragged sound that tumbled from his lips as you worked him toward yet another orgasm.

want more jjk --> try "killshot baby"

[lacedbykami]

𝐘𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐍!— (kny!men & women x fem!chubby reader)

⋆ ༅˚❀ synopsis: how you meet them on vacation! including: modern!au: rengoku, tengen, giyuu, shinobu, gyomei, mitsuri. genre: fluff

RENGOKU.

⋆ ༅˚🌺 • saw you in a souvenir shop looking at a woven tote bag that was just out of your reach.

"Why does everything I like have to be on the highest shelf-!" You stood on your tippy toes, in sandel like heels and it still wasn't enough. Huffing, you had started to give up when a muscular arm came up and reached the bag with ease.

Looking over at the sudden presence beside you, your eyes met a bright, golden gaze—warm and dazzling like the afternoon sun itself. Rengoku stood there, towering easily over the shelf as he plucked the woven tote bag from its place with no effort at all. His fiery hair caught the light, the vibrant reds and golds shifting like embers as he turned to you with a smile that could melt stone.

You fought to pull your eyes away from his exposed chest and abs, the way the soft cotton of his open button‑down clung to the edges of his broad shoulders.

This might've been a good trip after all..

“Oh my goodness- thank you so much!” you beamed, fingers brushing his as you took it. The touch alone sent a little buzzing sensation through you. “You're such a sweetheart, really I would've died if I couldn't get that bag."

Rengoku’s smile somehow grew even brighter, his golden eyes crinkling at the corners as he laughed—a rich, warm sound that rolled through you like sunlight. “I’m glad I could help,” he said, tone cheerful but laced with something softer, something that made your stomach flutter.

Up close, he was almost overwhelming—the easy strength in the way he moved, the faint scent of soap and something smoky clinging to him, the confident yet gentle way he stood there, towering but not imposing.

“It suits you,” he added, glancing down at the woven bag now clutched in your hands. “Pink and pretty, like you.” His voice seemingly laced with honey as you melted under his gaze.

Your cheeks went hot instantly.

A shy smile made its way onto your lips as your heart fluttered, “Thank you…” you murmured, voice a little breathless.

Rengoku’s grin softened at the edges, his golden eyes lingering on you just a second longer than necessary. Silently obsessing over the way the pink tote contrasted with the curve of your arm, the subtle sway of your hips as you shifted your weight, the way the soft fabric of your dress skimmed your figure in a way that made his chest feel oddly tight.

And your pretty shimmering eyes that made him feel like he was melting into the damn floor.

You brush a stray curl away, biting your lip nervously as you looked up at him through your lashes. “Um… I know this might sound a little forward,” you began, your voice tentative but hopeful, “but… could I maybe… have your number?”

He damn near dropped his pants with the way you asked him so sweetly.

(you giggled as you saved him under 'beach cutie<3' )

TENGEN.

⋆ ༅˚🌺 • found you sitting alone by an outdoor bar on the beach, taking pictures of your cute little drink.

The sun was starting to set low in the sky, the warm orange lighting perfect for pictures. So you snapped a couple of you and of the beach behind you, spinning around in your chair to take a couple of the sun kissing the waters surface.

"You don’t see that every day, huh?" a flirty voice said from beside you, deep and smooth like velvet over warm sand.

You turned, startled out of your little photo session, and nearly dropped your phone when your eyes met his—sharp and gleaming like diamonds, catching the last light of the setting sun. Tengen leaned casually against the bar, one arm draped over the counter, the other holding what looked like some extravagant cocktail topped with fruit and a tiny umbrella.

Up close, he was… a lot. Tall, broad-shouldered, shimmering silver hair catching the gold of the sunset like threads of starlight. His sleeveless button‑down showed off his sculpted arms, veins running along tanned skin that flexed effortlessly as he lifted his drink for a slow sip. Even sitting, you had to look up at him, and that smug grin on his face told you he noticed.

“You’re really out here making the ocean jealous,” he teased, his tone dripping with playfulness. “Taking all those pictures when it’s clearly not the prettiest thing around right now.”

You froze, wide‑eyed, your cheeks heating instantly. “H-huh?” you stammered, flustered, clutching your drink closer. “Oh—oh, you’re- me?” The way your eyes lit up like stars once you got it made tengen grin even wider, his amusement flickering in those gem‑bright eyes.

Letting out a soft chuckle, he leaned a little closer, just enough sp that you could catch the faint salt‑tinged breeze carrying his cologne. Clean yet surely expensive.

“Yes you,” he clarified smoothly, voice dipping low as if it were a secret just for you. “The way that light hits your face? Way better than the sunset.”

Your lips parted in surprise, then curved into a small, shy smile as your heart gave a little flutter. “You’re bold,” you murmured, but your tone was warm, almost bashful.

“And yet,” Tengen said with a lazy confidence, twirling his straw between his fingers, “you’re still smiling. Which tells me you don’t mind a little flattery.”

(he paid for your next drink and took you on a stroll on the beach <3)

GIYUU.

⋆ ༅˚🌺 • scared off some guys who were giving you a hard time

He had actually spotted you earlier, picking up every pink thing at the jewelry section at the mall. Eyes flickering down to your squishy hips and the flowy material of your skirt that danced when you walked. Sanemi told him he should've asked you out then and there but decided agaisnt it thinking you had a significant other.

Though when he saw you again on the beach, being messed with by some random guys so clearly couldn't take no more an answer, he determined that then and there if you had a boyfriend clearly he was a shit one.

So.. he did what he had to at the time.

He crossed the sand with quiet, purposeful strides, the sea breeze catching in his dark hair as the scene unfolded before him. Two guys loomed far too close to you, leaning in, their laughter sharp and grating. You clutched your phone against your chest, eyes darting away, your voice small as you tried to step back—only for them to follow, one reaching as if to brush your arm.

Giyuu felt something twist in his chest. Without thinking twice, he closed the distance.

But not before catching your gaze. His deep blue eyes found yours, a silent question in them: Is this okay?

Your lips parted in surprise, but you gave the faintest nod—tiny, almost unnoticeable, but enough.

In an instant, his expression shifted. His usually reserved face softened just enough to look natural, but there was something firm in the set of his jaw as he stepped into the space between you and the strangers. His arm slid around your waist, hand splayed against the small of your back like he’d done it a thousand times.

“Babe,” he said, his voice low but carrying, steady as steel. “I’ve been looking for you. Ready to go?”

Your eyes widened slightly, heat blooming in your cheeks, but you didn’t pull away. He didn’t squeeze your waist or do anything more than hold you there—but the message was clear.

The two guys froze, confusion twisting their faces as they stepped back. “Wait, you’re with—?” one started, but Giyuu’s sharp look cut him off. His eyes were calm, almost unreadable, but there was a quiet danger in them that made both men falter.

“She said no,” Giyuu added simply, his tone flat and final, like the matter had been decided long ago. “Leave.”

They hesitated, muttered something under their breath, and slunk off, clearly unnerved by the quiet, icy authority he radiated. Only when they were a good distance away did Giyuu quickly let go of his hold on you. "I'm sorry if that was too much, you just seemed so uncomfortable-"

You quickly shook your head, "No no! You were perfect thank you so much! Honestly I was on the verge of barking at them if they didn't go away."

He blinked at you, startled by your sudden burst of honesty, and for a moment the corners of his mouth twitched—like he wanted to smile but wasn’t sure he should.

Your laugh bubbled out, light and relieved now that the tension had broken, and you cradled your phone against your chest. “Seriously, though… thank you,” you said again, softer this time, meaning it in a way words didn’t quite cover.

He shifted on his feet, glancing out toward the waves as if to steady himself under the weight of your gratitude. “It was nothing,” he murmured, though you caught the faintest flicker of pink creeping up the tips of his ears again.

You tilted your head, studying him for a beat, then asked, “Do you… have a name, mystery hero?”

That made him actually look at you, surprise flickering through his blue eyes before he answered quietly, “Giyuu." You repeated it softly, tasting the sound of it. The way it rolled off your tongue made something warm stir in his chest.

Your fingers toyed with the strap of your bag as you offered him a shy smile. “Well, Giyuu… is there any way I can repay you? Like…” You hesitated, gathering the nerve, then plunged ahead. “I could buy you a drink? As a thank you?”

His eyes widened just slightly, and for a moment he looked almost boyish, like the question had caught him completely off guard. He opened his mouth, closed it again, then rubbed the back of his neck, clearly flustered now in a way that had nothing to do with the earlier confrontation.

“You don’t… have to,” he said, voice quieter, the faintest stammer edging in.

“I know I don’t have to,” you replied, your smile brightening. “But I'd like to.”

That finally got him.

His gaze softened, the tension in his shoulders loosening as he let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. “…Alright,” he said after a beat, his voice low but warmer now, eyes meeting yours in that steady way that made your heart skip. “One drink.”

SHINOBU.

⋆ ༅˚🌺 • spots you in a popular flower field trying to figure out the name of the flower.

The golden hour sun spilled over the field, warm light catching on petals in every shade of pink and gold. You stood in the middle of it all, phone in hand, squinting at the screen as you held one of the delicate blossoms closer for a picture.

“What are you?” you murmured aloud, flipping through a plant‑identification app. “No, not a zinnia… definitely not a cosmos… ugh, why is this so hard?” Your eyes squinted in thought, nails tapping agaisnt your screen as you tried to find a match to this seemingly mysterious plant.

You crouched down, fingers brushing the thin green stem, trying to see if the petals feel familiar when a soft voice behind you spoke up.

“It’s a ranunculus.”

You startled, nearly dropping your phone, and whipped around. A young woman stood there in a flowing white blouse, her dark hair pinned back neatly, a sunhat in one hand. Her violet eyes sparkled with amusement, and the corners of her lips curved into a small, knowing smile.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest. Every part of her radiating natural grace, so much so you couldn't help but breathe the word, "Pretty.." Not even noticing it slipped past your lips until she tilted her head her eyes flickering with a playful gleam.

"I'm sorry?"

Your eyes widened for a second, panic bubbling in your chest as your tongue stumbled over your own thoughts.

“I—I mean the flower! The flower is pretty!” you blurted, clutching your phone to your chest like a shield.

But Shinobu’s soft laugh chimed through the warm air, light and melodic, carrying no hint of teasing beyond the gentle curl of her lips. “Mm,” she hummed, crouching down beside you, the fabric of her blouse brushing against your arm as she reached out to trace the flower’s layered petals. “Yes… the flower is very pretty.”

You swore your breath hitched as she looked up at you then, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly in amusement, lashes catching the light. “Though at the moment,” she added in a low, almost conspiratorial tone, “I think I’ll have to disagree. I see something even prettier right in front of me.”

Your face went hot instantly, and you almost dropped your phone a second time. Letting out a shy giggle you smiled, "I could argue the same ms..?"

“Shinobu,” she said, standing and brushing off her knees, offering you her hand to help you up. Your fingers slid into hers, soft and warm, and she gave the slightest squeeze before letting go.

“You’re welcome to walk with me,” She added, sparing a quick glance at your glossed lips, before flashing you a smile. “I know all the names of the flowers here, except one.” her smile deepened, soft but teasing, “You never told me yours sweetheart.”

Your steps faltered just slightly at the word, the soft endearment wrapping around your heart like warm sunlight. You looked down at your heels, suddenly hyper‑aware of the way your skirt brushed against your legs, of the way her hand still lingered so close to yours.

As you said your name, her smile softened, her violet eyes crinkling at the corners as she repeated it slowly, tasting the syllables. “Y/N… how lovely.”

GYOMEI.

⋆ ༅˚🌺 • noticed you didn't have an umbrella as you waited for the shuttle back to a hotel. (that he coincidentally was staying at as well)

As you finished the last of your snow cone, you felt a drop of water hit your nose. Looking up in confusion, you were met with another. And another. Before long you were soon being showered with raindrops.

"Oh come on!" You quickly made your way to the nearest bus stop, luckily it had a covering that could protect you from the rain. You shook out your arms, brushing off the few droplets that had already soaked into your shoulders, clutching your empty snow‑cone cup you sighed.

The warm evening had faded so quickly into gray, the air thick with the earthy scent of rain as the pavement deepened in color beneath each falling drop. You stood there, watching the storm unfurl across the horizon, so lost in the rhythm of it that you didn’t hear the measured footsteps until they stopped just beside you.

“…Do you not have an umbrella?”

The voice was low and steady, like distant thunder—unexpectedly close. You startled, glancing over your shoulder, and had to tilt your head back to meet the eyes of the man now sharing the shelter. He was tall—towering, really—rain‑dampened strands of dark hair framing strong, elegant features softened by the gentle curve of his mouth. Striking and handsome?

If you weren't thinking you would've drooled over him on the spot.

“I… no,” you admitted, your voice a little higher than normal. “I didn’t think I’d be out long.”

His dark eyes flicked over you, calm but intent, lingering just a second too long on the way your damp dress clung lightly to your curves, the shimmer of a raindrop sliding along your cheek before you brushed it away. Something warm stirred in his chest, something unfamiliar and tender.

“You’ll catch a cold,” he said, his voice low—rich, like the distant thunder rolling over the water. He adjusted the umbrella in his hand, tilting it so it covered you more than him, and in doing so a few drops streaked across his broad shoulders.

“You don’t have to,” you said quickly, stepping toward him just slightly, guilt tugging at your lips. “You’ll get wet.”

A faint, almost shy smile touched his lips—barely there, but enough to make your stomach swoop. “I don’t mind.” His gaze dipped briefly, catching on the way your skirt swayed with your movement, before returning politely to your eyes. But that quick flicker, that tiny spark of something warmer, didn’t escape you.

And you, standing close enough now to feel the quiet heat radiating from him, noticed other little things—the way his thick lashes framed those dark, gentle eyes, the way his large hands looked almost too big for the elegant curve of the umbrella’s handle. You felt that little swoop in your chest again, and couldn’t stop the shy smile that crept over your face.

“I’m staying at the hotel up the road,” he said after a moment, his voice softer now. “May I walk you there? Only if you're comfortable of course.”

Your cheeks warmed instantly at how earnest that sounded. I’d like that,” you replied, smiling sweetly.

As you fell into step beside him, your shoulder brushed his arm again—just barely, but enough to send a little current through both of you. His fingers flexed once on the umbrella handle, as though holding back the urge to do something more, and you felt your pulse skip when you caught him glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, that same shy smile threatening to return.

MITSURI.

⋆ ༅˚🌺 • spotted you at a little boutique, torn between two dresses in front of a mirror.

You stood in the softly lit corner of the shop, two dresses draped over your arms—a blush‑pink wrap dress with a flowing skirt, and a delicate sage‑green one that cinched at the waist just right. The shop smelled faintly of lavender and clean fabric softener, quiet except for the rustle of hangers.

You held one dress up to yourself in the mirror, then swapped it out for the other, chewing your lip. Pink feels like me… but the blue is so soft…

“I’d think either would compliment you perfectly,” came a lilting, honey‑sweet voice from behind you.

You turned, startled—and froze. A girl with long, flowing hair streaked with pink and green stood just a few feet away, her own arms full of neatly folded pastel scarves. A white and pink striped dress hugging her curves hugged perfectly like second skin, and an unmistakable sparkle in her green eyes as they swept over you from head to toe.

“Aw thank you!” you chirped, cheeks flushing a soft pink as you smiled. “It's really heard to decide—I always get a little flustered with choices.” You gave a small, nervous laugh but beamed up at her with a hopeful smile. “You seem like you’d have such great taste! Maybe...you could help me pick one?"

Mitsuri’s eyes sparkled even brighter, her smile widening in the sweetest way. “I’d love to! It’s not every day I get to help someone as cute as you with something so fun.” She stepped a little closer, tilting her head playfully. “Hey, if you don’t mind, maybe we could keep in touch? I’d really like to chat more—maybe even go shopping together sometime!”

You blinked, heart fluttering, then nodded eagerly, “I’d love that!” You fumbled slightly but managed to pull out your phone. Mitsuri giggled softly, her fingers gently brushing yours as she slipped her number in.

“There! Now you’ve got my number. Don’t be shy—message me anytime, okay? I’m always happy to talk someone as cute as you!” she said, her voice warm and lilting like a melody that made your cheeks heat up all over again.

[lacedbykami]

[🧸] also just to be clear, the two posts I just did were requested, once the poll is finished I will get to work on a new thing for the designated fandom!

[lacedbykami]

Hi! I just wanted to say I love your writing, it flows so easy and the words you use work so well together! Would you mind terribly if I requested a husband!gyomei drabble? I don't mind if it's fluff, nsfw, or anything else, you do you!

𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 (husband!gyomei x female reader)

[ ۶ৎ ] including: gyomei being a gentle giant as usual, shy!reader, cute newly wed shit <33 [🧸] author's note: : thank you for requesting lovie! + and thank you so much <333

Tending to Gyomei's wounds personally was just something you liked to contribute since you weren't a hashira, and it was a good excuse to check him out as well. After all he is your husband, who's stature you still aren't quite used to. The way even when sitting down his shadow alone completely devours your frame is ridiculous, how his muscles are the size of your head, and the veins along his arm

"Is everything okay my love?"

Gyomeis voice quickly snapped you out of your lust ridden thoughts, you stammered as you continued cleaning his wound. "Y-yes I'm fine gyo, just uhm making sure I'm doing this right. I don't want them causing you trouble in battle." Your voice wavering slightly, in contrast to your composure.

Gyomei paused, his large hand gently covering yours on his bicep. Even through the fabric of his uniform, the heat of his skin was palpable, sending a jolt through you. His head, still lowered slightly, seemed to be listening not to your words, but to the frantic beating of your heart.

"You've been... pausing more than usual tonight, my love," he rumbled, his voice low and knowing. "And your breaths are quite shallow." You felt the subtle shift in his weight as he straightened, his hand now moving from your wrist to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your flushed skin.

Though he couldn't see you, the weight of his gaze felt heavy, as if he could see every miniscule reaction of yours. A faint, almost imperceptible frown graced his lips, "Have you been taking care of yourself properly? I'm sorry I haven't been as observant as usual-"

"No no!" You quickly interrupted him, shaking your head. " Darling you're- my goodness you're so sweet, I'm fine it's just uhm," You paused again. Eyes shamefully flicking to his exposed forearm and hand on yours. Sensing your hesitance, the Hashira patiently waited, his thumb gently stroking your cheek, a silent invitation for you to continue.

You swallowed, feeling the heat rise to your up your neck.

There was no escaping this.

"It's just... I was looking at you," you mumbled, the words tumbling out in a rush, your voice barely a whisper. Your gaze dropped to your lap, utterly embarrassed. "You're really handsome Gyo, and I was just cleaning your wounds but then I uhm, just got a little distracted.." You trailed off, wishing the floor would swallow you whole.

A moment of stunned silence followed, broken only by the soft chirping of cicadas outside. Then, a low, rumbling laugh began to build in Gyomei's chest, a deep, rich sound that made his large frame tremble slightly. It wasn't mocking, but genuinely amused. "My love," he finally rumbled, his voice still tinged with laughter, "you don't have to be ashamed of such a thing. It's quite sweet actually."

If you didn't want to crawl into a hole and die, you certainly wanted to then.

You felt your whole body burn with embarrassment as words died on your tongue. His chuckle was so sweet, so genuine it made your heart melt despite the thrumming of it against your ribs. You could only manage a small, almost inaudible whimper in response, not daring to look up at your husband.

Gyomei chuckled again at your antics, a soft, warm sound that made your cheeks flush even deeper. His hand, still cupping your face, shifted, and you felt the sudden, yet gentle brush of his lips against your cheek, lingering there for a moment as your head lifted to gaze at his face. "Know that I find you just as captivating, flower," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble that vibrated through your bones.

Buttflies swarming in your stomach as you put a hand over the one cupping your cheek, your mind going blank as his mouth soon found yours. Gyo had always had a way of making you feel breathless even after only a few seconds of kissing, though something about this time made you feel dizzy.

The kiss was sweet at first, tender and exploring, his large hand moving to cup the back of your head, pulling you gently closer as you hummed into it. Then, the kiss deepened. His lips parted, a soft sigh escaping him as his tongue gently traced the seam of your mouth, asking for entry.

After parting your lips slightly, he soon devoured your soft sounds, his own breathing growing heavier. "I see you, my love," he confessed against your lips, his voice thick with admiration. "I see the way your entire being shifts when you smile, the subtle vibrations when you laugh even in the faintest way, the quiet peace when you simply watch the sky."

He pulled back just slightly, pressing his forehead to yours. "Your beauty is not just in what I touch, but in the very way you live. I admire it more than words can say."

You felt like your heart had forgotten how to beat properly.

The sweetness and pure love laced in his words settled over you like a warm blanket, heavy with sincerity. Your chest ached with adoration, he truly was your husband. Your sweet, handsome, so pure husband.

And for a moment, all you could do was blink, lips parted, completely undone by his words. You didn't even notice the tears brimming your eyes as you breathed, "Gyo.."

You couldn't even find the words to come close to describing what wave of pure love you had for the man sitting infront of you right then.

Instead, you slowly leaned forward, your hands finding purchase on his chest as you climbed gently into his lap — but before you could settle yourself, Gyomei moved.

With a quiet exhale, his strong arms wrapped around you and lifted you effortlessly into his hold, cradling you against him like you weighed nothing. You giggled shyly as he sat back slightly, adjusting his posture, until your body was curled in his lap, nestled in his arms. Your head resting right over his heart, his hand spanning your back like he was shielding something precious.

Your legs draped over one of his thighs, and one of his palms came up to cradle the curve of your shoulder, holding you securely but so tenderly it made your chest ache. He was warmth and safety and reverence all at once — and in that moment, you felt impossibly small in the best way.

Nuzzling into his chest like a kitten, Gyomei let out a soft, content hum, the deep rumble vibrating through his chest and into your cheek. His lips brushed against the crown of your head with reverence, as though even the smallest part of you deserved worship.

“I love you more than you will ever know, flower,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, like the toll of a sacred bell. “If there is anything you are to know for certain in this life, it is that my love for you is boundless. That will never change, even with the flow of time.”

You felt your breath hitch, the sincerity in his words wrapping around your heart like silk. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his robes, gripping just a little tighter, not out of fear but because you didn’t want to let the moment slip away.

“I love you too gyo,” you whispered, lifting your gaze slightly, just enough for your eyes to meet his, soft and glistening. “But truthfully, I don't need forever. I just need you..here with me.”

His eyes fluttered shut for a brief second, as though your words physically touched something inside him. Then they opened again, and he was already leaning forward, his lips pressing gently to your forehead.

“Then now is yours, my love,” he said into your skin. “Every breath. Every heartbeat. As long as you’ll have me.”

He didn’t stop kissing you after that — your temple, your cheeks, your jaw, each one slow and meaningful, like he was memorizing the map of your affection with his mouth. And you let him. Nestled in his arms, with the steady thrum of his heart beneath your ear and his warmth curling around you like a promise, you simply melted into him.

Because right then, there was no world outside of Gyomei Himejima’s embrace — and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[lacedbykami]

Hello there-! I absolutely admire and adore your work-! If the special 2.5K event is still happening, then could you quite possibly cook up a short lil' fluff (with a dash of smut-!) on Sukuna (Heian Era preferably) with an s/o who's a medic or doctor of some sort who silently admires/adores him and wishes for them to be more then just a doctor doing there job ...? You don't have to do this at all, I get if its a boring idea, but please consider it-! Take good care of yourself and stay healthy-! Thank you-! ❤❤❤

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ( heianera!sukuna x fem!reader)

[ ۶ৎ ] including: fem!reader, sukuna being sukuna lol, heated makeout session, implied future intimacy, suggestive asff [🧸] author's note: thank you for requesting lovie! + I hope this is good, I kinda ran with this one a little ngl (I was listening to streets ts is lyrical honeypack.)

Your hands had memorized the map of him by now.

The sharp lines of his shoulders, the ridges of scars old and new, the heat of his skin that seemed to smolder even when still.

You told yourself it was just your work—the duty of a healer—but gods, it was getting harder to lie when your fingers lingered a little too long smoothing fresh wraps, when your chest tightened every time he let out that low hum of approval, that half-lidded gaze that made you feel as though he saw everything.

It was getting harder to resist him.

Tonight was no different. The air in his chambers was thick with smoke and something sweet from the incense burning low in the corner. He lounged back against a mound of silks, robe loosened enough that his collarbone and part of his chest were bare, catching the lantern light like pale gold. You knelt beside him, dabbing carefully at a shallow cut along his ribs.

“You stare an awful lot,” Sukuna said lazily, his voice a deep rasp that seemed to sink into the marrow of your bones. Your hand froze for only a moment before continuing its work. “I’m simply making sure I didn’t miss anything, my lord,” you replied, voice as even as you could make it.

A low chuckle rumbled from him—dark, amused. “Is that what you tell yourself?”

You wanted to say something—anything—but then his hand moved, large and warm, closing over your wrist just as you were about to pull away. Your breath stuttered, but before you could drop your gaze, his other hand rose—fingers curling beneath your chin, tilting your face upward with a slow, deliberate pressure.

Crimson eyes locked with yours, sharp and unrelenting, holding you there as if the very air would punish you for looking away.

For a breathless second, nothing moved. The world shrank to the press of his fingers against your pulse, the slow curl of a smirk tugging at his lips as he studied you like a secret he already owned.

“You do good work,” he murmured, leaning forward, his voice a shade softer, lower—intimate. “But you’re far too careful with me. Like I’ll break.” His thumb brushed idly over your knuckles, the touch both grounding and disarming, and your breath caught.

“Y-you’re the King,” you managed, heart hammering.

“And yet…” His hand didn’t let go. If anything, his fingers under your chin coaxed your gaze to stay fixed on him, unwavering, even as his grip on your wrist drew you closer. You gasped softly as you found yourself half-braced against his chest, your knees sinking into the silks. His robe slipped further open, and you felt the steady heat of him, smelled the faint trace of iron and smoke, unable to look away from those eyes that refused to release you.

“You wish for something more, don’t you?” he murmured, words spoken against your hair, dark and velvet-smooth. “I can feel it in your hands,” Sukuna said, voice dipping low enough to curl your toes. “Every time you touch me.”

Before you could speak, his lips ghosted along your jaw, slow, deliberate, making your breath hitch. He didn’t push further—only lingered there, warm and close, letting the weight of his presence drown out the world.

“You’re wasted as just my healer,” he murmured, thumb brushing your cheekbone. “So.. I think I’ll keep you.”

Your heart pounded so hard it hurt. The scent of him, the warmth of his body, the words he’d spoken—it was too much, too quick, and yet you couldn’t make yourself pull away.

Instead, you let yourself stay in that stolen closeness a moment longer, your hands still trembling as they rested against his chest. And when his lips finally found yours in a kiss slow enough to undo you entirely, you forgot all about his injuries, and thought only of him.

A whimper escaped your lips as your body grew hot, the world narrowing to the feel of him—silk against your fingers, the faint scrape of his fangs grazing your lower lip as the kiss deepened. His hand slid from your chin to the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair with a possessive ease that made your knees weak.

“We shouldn’t…” you breathed against his mouth, though your voice was fractured, desperate, betraying just how much you didn’t mean it. Your protest barely had time to hang in the air before Sukuna cut it off with a growl low in his throat, his hand at the back of your neck tightening just enough to tilt your head back.

Then his lips crashed onto yours—hot, demanding, merciless. The kiss swallowed every syllable you might have said, stealing your breath, stealing thought itself. It wasn’t a kiss so much as a claim, his mouth moving against yours with a hunger that sent sparks down your spine.

You gasped against him, a helpless sound, and he chased it, deepening the kiss until it felt like he was pulling every last bit of you into him—like he was sucking the very soul from your body and keeping it for himself.

Your fingers curled into the silk at his chest, clinging as your legs threatened to give way beneath you. His sharp nails skimmed your jaw, his thumb brushing over your trembling bottom lip as though savoring the way you melted against him.

When he finally broke away, just enough to get a good look at your puffy lips and flustered expression. Pretty eyes flinted down at him in confusion and want, you looked sinfully breathtaking.

Ruby eyes burned, heavy-lidded, a smirk curling at Sukuna's lips as he rasped, low and possessive, “Don't even think about leaving this bed, I'll see to it personally that you can't even think about standing on your own."

[lacedbykami]

[🧸] author's note: haven't done one of these in a minute soo <3

new! demon slayer post <3

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[lacedbykami]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄

last updated: 7/15/25 . ® lacedbykami all rights reserved. please to not plagiarize, repost, or translate !

♡ SYLUS

ᰔ pink nights

nsfw!alphabet (mdni)

yearning!hcs

♡ ZAYNE

ᰔ lessons in restraint (mdni!!)

ᰔ let me my love (mdni!)

ᰔ sudden rain

[lacedbykami]

Heeeeey fellow Hottie! Obsessed with your page btw. Since you’re taking requests, can you do a Zayne from love and deepspace? Fluff or smut! He’s my fave but there’s so little out there for him. Thank youuuu!

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄— (𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

[ ۶ৎ ] including: fem!reader, somno, porn without much plot, cunnilingus, zayne being a pleasure dom/soft dom, soft n sweet, munchie!zayne [🧸] author's note: thank you for requesting lovie! MDNI!

It was well past 3 a.m. when the front door clicked softly shut. Zayne’s shoulders sagged the moment he stepped inside, the weight of the day heavy in his bones. He hung up his coat silently,

But when he pushed open the bedroom door—quiet as always, not wanting to wake you— he froze in place, hand still on the doorknob.

There you were, sprawled out under the soft glow of the bedside lamp you must’ve forgotten to turn off, one of his shirts hanging off your frame, sleep shorts pushed slightly askew. Your lips were parted, breathy little whimpers spilling out as you shifted in your sleep—hips bucking ever so slightly, thighs pressing together, his name falling from your mouth in a broken, needy whisper.

“Zaynie… please…”

His breath caught, a low curse slipping under his breath as heat coiled instantly in his gut. The fatigue of his day bled away in an instant, replaced by something sharp, possessive, and tender all at once.

“God, angel…” he whispered hoarsely, barely audible, as he stepped closer. The sight of you like this—lost in some dream of him, desperate and needy even in your sleep—made his chest ache and his cock twitch against the fabric of his scrubs.

He set his glasses carefully on the nightstand, then knelt by the side of the bed, his movements slow, deliberate, like he was approaching something sacred. One broad hand smoothed over your thigh, fingers grazing the soft skin just below the hem of your shorts.

You let out another whimper, hips tilting instinctively toward the touch. Zayne’s jaw tightened, a soft groan rumbling from his chest as he pressed a kiss to your knee, then higher, lips ghosting up the inside of your thigh.

Your shorts were already crooked, your panties peeking out—and he could see the damp patch there, He swallowed hard. Breath shaking as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and eased them down, careful not to wake you too abruptly.

You stirred faintly, a soft sigh leaving your lips as your hips lifted just enough to help him. Zayne’s heart clenched at that small, subconscious cooperation.

“Shh… I’ve got you,” he murmured, voice low, reverent, as he pressed another kiss closer to your inner thigh. "I'm sorry I wasn't here to take care of you love, let me make it up to you now."

Your panties followed, slid gently down your legs, leaving you bare for him under the soft glow of the lamp. Zayne’s breath stuttered, eyes darkening as he took in the sight of your dripping sex. Glistening and swollen, so damn pretty it made his chest ache.

He leaned in, tongue flicking out to taste you in one slow, languid stroke that had your hips jerking in your sleep. A soft cry tore from your throat, your hand fisting weakly in the sheets as your thighs trembled.

Zayne groaned against you, the sound low and guttural, as he buried his face between your legs, licking into you with slow, practiced strokes, savoring every twitch and soft sound you gave him.

Your hips rocked up unconsciously, chasing him even in your dreams, and he gripped your thighs gently but firmly, holding you open as his tongue circled your clit in slow, teasing swirls. He hummed against your slick skin, the vibration making you jolt slightly.

Legs trembled as you shifted in your sleep, a needy whine spilling from your lips as your hips tried to rock down against his mouth—then flinched away, overwhelmed by the sharp pleasure sparkling through you.

Zayne’s hands tightened just slightly on your thighs, steadying you, coaxing you to stay right where you were. “Shh… easy,” he murmured against you, voice thick with both arousal and tenderness. He pressed a kiss to your sensitive flesh, then licked a slow, deliberate stripe up your slick folds, savoring the way your body jolted in response.

Your lashes fluttered as you stirred further, caught somewhere between dream and waking, hips trying to push back toward him again, desperate, restless. “Z‑Zayne… please… don’t stop…” you breathed, still half‑asleep, the words slurred but so full of want it made him groan.

“I won't,” he rasped, his own cock twitching painfully in his pants. “Just let go for me pretty girl.”

He lowered his head again, this time flattening his tongue against your clit, slow and sure, before teasing it in small circles, just the way he knew made you arch. His thumbs stroked soothing circles into your thighs as you whimpered, legs quivering, your hips now arching up to meet him in a frantic rhythm.

Your moans grew louder, rawer, your body shifting, twisting in his grip, a familiar coil in your stomach unraveling as each flick of his wet muscle sent you further into bliss. And with one final suckle around your clit you came. White blurring your vision as your body jolted and twitched away from his mouth.

Zayne drank in the sight from below, eyes fixed on your pretty dazed expression as he licked you through it. "So pretty so good..mm just keep feeling good for me sweetheart."

Your body went taut, breath catching as you slowly started to come down from your high. Chest stuttering and clit buzzing, your thighs clamped around his head, but he didn’t stop; he moaned into you, lapping at you through the first wave, drinking in every tremor and shudder until your body went limp.

But zayne still didn’t let go. His lips returned to your swollen clit, gentle at first, coaxing you, teasing you back up again. You whimpered, oversensitive, hips trying to squirm away, but his hands held you in place with that steady, loving strength.

“Zayne—!” you sobbed, half‑pleading, half‑overwhelmed, as he hummed low against you, the vibrations shooting straight through your core. He built you back up with maddening patience, alternating between slow, broad strokes and soft, precise flicks that had you shaking all over again.

Gasping, shaking, you almost forgot how to breathe with the way his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking with deliberate, sinful pressure that made your toes curl. Each pull of his lips sent sparks racing up your spine, your chest heaving as your fingers fisted helplessly in the sheets. Your eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, every muscle in your body going weak as that familiar knot coiled tight and hot in your stomach, threatening to snap.

“Wait—oh my god zaynie!” you cried out, voice pitching high as your hips jerked up, chasing his tongue. He groaned in response, the sound low and guttural against you, and the vibration alone made your thighs tremble. He didn’t stop—didn’t even slow—just kept licking you through the shudders, murmuring breathless praises against your slick skin. Good girl… so perfect… that’s it, angel…

Your moans spilled out unchecked, desperate, high and broken, filling the room. You were sure if anyone in the building was awake they’d hear you—hear the pleading cries, the needy whimpers as he pushed you higher and higher. And still, each flick of his tongue against your swollen clit was maddening, relentless, until you were right on the edge again, every nerve alight and burning.

Only when your body went slack and trembling in his grasp, breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps, did Zayne finally ease back. He dragged the back of his hand over his mouth, dark eyes heavy-lidded and starving as he drank you in.

“You deserve so much more than this,” he rasped, hoarse with desire. He pressed a tender kiss to the inside of your thigh, then another higher up, his lips trailing toward your hips with reverence. His big hands slid beneath your thighs, guiding them higher, wider, until you were open for him completely.

“Let me take care of you, properly…” he whispered, each word a promise as his breath ghosted over your sensitive skin, "Let me please you, my love."

[lacedbykami]

hushed love, further assurance. (fem!reader x your faves)

[ ۶ৎ ] authors note: all bodies are beautiful, every person is beautiful. And to those who are reading: you are loved, and you are special, and I hope you see the beauty that you hold <3 genre: comfort fluff.

it was the night of the gala, you were really meant to be ready an hour ago so you could take pictures and then get ready to head over.

A shaky sighe escapes your lips as you smooth your hands down your form, your eyes looking back at yourself in the mirror. The dress was beautiful, truthfully you loved it when you saw it. The thigh slit, the cute bow on either side. It was perfect, but..

You weren’t.

Anxious eyes flicked over the sparkly corset and how you felt it didn’t sit right on your body. Your chest felt too tight. Your hips looked uneven. Every tiny perceived flaw started to blur together until all you could focus on was how wrong you felt in something that was supposed to make you feel pretty.

You chewed your lip hard. Your eyes glassed over — blinking rapidly as your lashes started to dampen. "God, why can’t I just—" you muttered to yourself, voice cracking, "look good for once?"

That’s when you heard the bedroom door open.

“Sweetheart?” his voice was gentle, light footsteps padding toward you as you stiffened in place, trying to blink it all away before he saw.

Too late.

He caught sight of you in the floor-length mirror — standing there so still, hands clutching the fabric of your dress like it might hold you together. Eyes wide and glossy like you were about to fall apart.

He was at your side in seconds.

“Hey,” he murmured, his hand coming to gently touch your bare arm. You didn’t look up. You couldn’t. Your bottom lip trembled too hard.

"Can you look at me please?," he coaxed softly, like he was scared you’d shatter if he raised his voice. Sucking in a breath you turned slowly to look at your fiance, a tear already spilling down your cheek as you blinked up at him.

Worry quickly made it's way onto his features, a hand came up to cup your cheek as his eyes flicked over your face. Like he could figure out what was wrong before you even said a word. “What's wrong love?”

You shook your head, frustrated. “I don’t know,” you mumbled. “The dress just— I thought I’d feel better in it, but I feel stupid and—” Your voice wobbled as more tears slowly started to fall down your cheeks, slipping silently down your skin before his thumb brushed them away with aching care.

“Oh, sweetheart…” he murmured, leaning down just enough to rest his forehead against yours. His hand cradled your cheek like you were something fragile — something precious — and his other arm wrapped firmly around your waist, grounding you.

“You could never looked anything less than stunning,” he whispered, voice low and thick with something tender. “Especially right now, you look gorgeous .” You sniffled, eyes falling shut. “You have to say that.”

“I don’t,” he replied gently. “But I want to. Because it’s true.”

His fingers drifted to your waist, tracing the lines of the dress like he was admiring art. “I saw you from the hallway,” he added, voice softer now, almost like a confession. “And I had to stop for a second. You looked so beautiful I forgot what I came in here for.”

You let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering open just as he pulled back slightly, his hand still gently cradling your waist. “Look at yourself for a second, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice soft like he didn’t want to scare you off. “Just… trust me, okay?”

You hesitated, but his warmth behind you — the quiet steadiness of his touch — grounded you enough to lift your eyes again to the mirror. He stood close behind, chest brushing against your back, arms slipping around your waist like it was second nature, like you were something he never wanted to let go of.

“Look,” he said softly, chin resting on your shoulder.

You stared at your reflection, unsure of what to see. All the little flaws your mind kept picking at still sat there, whispering — but then his lips found your bare shoulder, and everything quieted just a bit.

His voice was a velvet murmur against your skin as he kissed down to the dip between your neck and collarbone. “That little crease right here? Right where your waist meets your hip?” he whispered, fingertips brushing over it delicately. “I love kissing it everytime we make love."

You swallowed, heart warming, tears still prickling, but your eyes stayed on the mirror.

He kissed along your shoulder again, slow and reverent. “And that little wrinkle you don't like in your smile when you’re nervous? I wait for it every time. I think it’s the prettiest thing you do.”

You let out a soft sound, part-laugh, part-sob, but he only held you closer, his lips now ghosting over your jaw.

“Your thighs, your arms, your stomach,” he said quietly, eyes locked on your reflection as his hands ran lovingly over each spot, “they don’t need to be smaller. They’re you. And I adore every inch of you.”

His voice dropped lower, but stayed impossibly soft. “You don’t have to be perfect for anyone. Not for this gala. Not for the cameras. Not even for me. You just have to be you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

You finally looked at yourself again — really looked — and for the first time that night, you saw something other than wrongness.

You saw the way his hands held you like you were fragile glass. How his eyes stayed locked on you in the mirror, like you were the only thing that had ever mattered. The way he kissed your shoulder again, slowly, sweetly, and whispered into your skin—

“You’re so beautiful it hurts.”

You leaned back into him, body finally relaxing as his arms wrapped tighter, like he could protect you from even your own thoughts.

“Thank you love,” you whispered.

He smiled, pressing another kiss to the side of your neck. “And I promise when we get back, I'll be sure to imprint my words onto your pretty skin,” You gasped with a soft smile as your heart fluttered in your chest, "So that you can see just how much I mean this."

He chuckled softly against your neck, clearly proud of the way your cheeks flushed in the mirror. “Mmm, there’s that smile I like,” he teased gently, nosing behind your ear. “Knew my pretty girl was still in there.”

Your breath hitched at his words, but this time it wasn’t out of doubt — it was because you were slowly starting to believe him. Arms squeezed you lightly, his tone softening again as he asked, “We don't have to go if you truly don't want to sweetheart, I just want you to be happy."

Your eyes flicked up to meet his in the mirror again, heart clenching at the tenderness in his gaze. He meant it. There was no pressure in his voice, no disappointment. Just care — genuine, quiet care, like your comfort mattered more than the night itself.

You swallowed thickly, turning around in his hold, trying to blink away the last of your tears as you whispered, “I wanna go, I just.. wanted to look good for you." His expression softened instantly, something tender flashing in his eyes as he reached up and tucked a loose curl behind your ear. “You do,” he said quietly, like it was the simplest truth in the world. “You always do.”

You opened your mouth to argue — habit, instinct — but he leaned in before you could, brushing a soft kiss to your lips. It was slow, grounding, the kind of kiss that made your knees weaken and your heart ache in the best way.

When he finally pulled back, his hand lingered at your cheek, thumb caressing gently. “I mean it,” he murmured against your skin. “You don’t have to try for me.

You bit back a smile, eyes misty again for a whole new reason. He took your hand in his, giving your fingers a squeeze before kissing your knuckles one by one. “Now,” he said softly, a playful smile tugging at his lips, “let’s get go before I cancel our attendance and keep you to myself tonight.”

SYLUS, oikawa, ZAYNE, KUROO TESTUROO, hawks, Shoto todoroki, nanami, sugawara, kirishima, your favs!

[lacedbykami]

⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ daydreaming about ceo!sukuna & his bimbo!assistant (mdni!)

ceo!sukuna who got a hard on as soon as your pretty legs entered his offices for the first time. Your pink blouse, pencil skirt hugging your curves like a second skin as you nervously walked in. Eyes flickering all over the sleek black and crimsion decor, "I'm sorry uhm, some nice guy on the 1st floor told me to come here. That I would be the assisatant for Mr. Sukuna..?" Your voice trailed off as your eyes finally locked on his, blinking suddenly as if you were caught with your hand in a cookie jar.

cute.

ceo!sukuna who eyes raked over your body slow with a slight smirk, standing up from his desk and coming around slow. "That would be me," his voice low and oddly hypnotic as you felt your knees buckle from under his heavy gaze. "Not scared of me are you?" Your heart began to beat agaisnt your ribs as you opened your mouth to speak, “N-no, no! I don’t think you’re scary, sir!” you quickly explained, shaking your head a bit too fast, voice catching in your throat as he closed the space between you.

The way his crimson eyes flicked over your face — sharp and slow — made your skin prickle with heat.

You weren’t sure if it was his presence, his size, or that damn smirk tugging at his lips that made your knees tremble, but you fought to keep your posture straight under his gaze.

“Mm,” he hummed lowly, head tilting, clearly amused. “Alright.”

His eyes dropped again — shamelessly — trailing down your body as if he were taking inventory of every inch. From the nervous twitch of your fingers against the your pink binder, to the soft line of your waist beneath the blouse, to the way your skirt hugged your hips like it was made for them. His stare lingered there far too long, and you felt it — like heat pouring down your spine.

Further closing the distance between you two, you felt like your feet had been glued to the floor. The gleam in his eye, the way his shadow alone could completely swallow you whole?

Your breath hitched.

His smirk widened.

“You start today, you can use the empty desk by the window” Sukuna started, voice dipping into something darker, deeper. Taking a final step further, he drank in the sight of you looking up at him with those big pretty eyes, nodding shyly as if speaking would've got you cut down on the spot. “That skirt's against dress code, sweetheart.”

You blinked, wide-eyed. “I—I didn’t know—”

“I'll allow it though,” he interrupted smoothly, eyes half-lidded as he drank in the way you froze under him, “Since you're my little assistant."

ceo!sukuna who stifles a groan every time you bend over (somehow always infront of him) to pick up some scattered papers or a runway fuzzy pen from your desk, cock aching and pressing against his slacks, as his eyes make out the lace on your panties through your thin skirt.

ceo!sukuna who's hand always seems to find a way to touch you, whether its on the small of your back, on your thigh at board meetings, or a finger under your chin forcing you to look up at him when he's lecturing you.

ceo!sukuna who watches you from behind tinted glass, pretending to be busy with a phone call when really, he’s watching the way your hips sway with every step you take toward the copier.

One strap of your top has slipped off your shoulder. Your skirt is riding a little too high. His eyes narrow as his tongue darts out, wetting his lips.

You really have no idea what you do to him, do you?

He ends the call without a word, rings the intercom on your desk with a lazy press of his thumb.

“Need you in my office.” Low. Calm. A little rough. Like always. No context. You just drop what you’re doing and come running.

ceo!sukuna who swears under his breath the first time you call him sir. Not just in passing, not just politely — but low and breathy, after accidentally brushing fingers with him when handing over a document.

You don’t even realize what you did. Not really. You were just trying to be respectful. Professional. But that one soft “Here you go, sir” as you look up at him through your lashes?

He’s done for.

You don’t catch the sharp flicker in his crimson eyes, the subtle clench of his jaw, or the way he shifts in his seat — but he does. And from that moment on, you never get to call him by name again.

Now he makes you say it. On purpose. In his office. In the middle of casual conversations.

“You understand me, sweetheart?” You nod. His eyes narrow. “Say it.” You swallow. “Y-yes, sir.” His smirk is downright sinful after that. “Good girl.”

ceo!sukuna who knows you’re not dumb. Just soft, sweet, and sugary around the edges. He likes how you gasp at business terms like dividends or liquid assets like they’re some wild, confusing magic tricks.

He likes how you ask if “corporate governance” is a video game. And he especially likes when you ask if “head” of marketing is the one who gives the best.

“…nevermind,” you giggle, twirling your hair as he raises an eyebrow.

ceo!sukuna who lets you sit in his lap after hours. Heels kicked off, blouse half-unbuttoned, your pink gloss smudging against his throat because you insisted on helping your boss relax after working so hard.

Your reward? Sinking down on his cock nice and slow while he keeps taking business calls. You try to be quiet — really, you do. But your soft little whines every time he shifts under you. Not helping.

He doesn’t stop you.

Just presses a large palm to your lower back, keeps your hips flush to his, and mutters a lazy: “Be a good girl and stay stuffed, yeah? I’ll fuck you stupid after this last call.”

ceo!sukuna who eats you out on his desk after hours — like he’s been thinking about it all day. You don’t even realize what’s happening until your back hits the polished mahogany and his hands are already dragging your little pink panties down your thighs.

You'd stayed late to help organize his files (which mostly meant sitting pretty on his lap and asking what “P&L” meant with a pout). But Sukuna? He’s been watching you fidget in that tiny skirt all damn day — watched how you’d kick your heels up, cross and uncross your legs without a single care in the world.

By the time it’s just the two of you left in the office. He pounces on you.

"Up on the desk," he grunts, loosening his tie with one hand and shoving your laptop and notepad to the side like they were in the way of something far more important.

You blink up at him. “O-oh, I thought we were gonna—” You don’t get to finish. Because the second you scoot back, skirt and panties rucked around your hips, Sukuna pulls you by the hips your cunt inches away from his lips.

“Thought I told you,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue up your inner thigh, slow and deliberate. "Only words out that mouth should be yes sir."

You whimper the second his mouth touches your pussy — all tongue and heat and possessive hunger, like he missed the taste of you even though it’s only been two days since the last time.

He eats you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Messy, deep licks like he’s trying to pull every sound out of you, big hands holding your trembling thighs apart. And then you moan out soft and slurred, “Ah—S-Sir… I’m gonna—” He growls.

“Do it. Right fuckin here, cmon.” Then he pulls you closer by the back of your thighs until you’re right on the edge of the desk, lips slick and clit puffy from his tongue.

“Cum for me and you better say thank you while you do."