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You can find here all my writings from 2024, 2025 and Jan - March 2026

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I'd like to request for the blind date event! Specifically for JJK, BUT you cannot choose the characters you love, you have choose the one you despise. Also, no Mei Mei or Ui Ui, I never want to see them again. I wish to ask for a gn! Reader btw :D

This was fucking evil and I cackled when I got this ask. I dreaded it a little but we got there!

In the other answeing of asks I didn't say who the date was with, because yk it's blind, BUT given the nature of the ask I feel the need to explain myself!

I struggled picking someone for this because I don't really despise anyone in JJK.. other than Mei Mei. Other characters serve a purpose and are well done, and honestly I'll hear you out on just about anyone.

However, I find Utahime a little bit irritating. That is her biggest crime. She just. Annoys me. I have characters I hate more (looking at you Jogo) BUT I know Utahime does have fans and the fem character reader base is criminally under-served so I wanted to contribute!

TLDR: I don't HATE Utahime, I just don't like her very much, and I wanted to write for something people might be interested in

You can find you beautiful date with Utahime here

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Ugly Fucking Squid (I.U.)

Date: Craft date

Synopsis: Sometimes you just need to take a break from the stresses of the life of a sorcerer, and paint some pottery Tags/Warnings: Utahime/GN!Reader, established relationship, fluff Word Count: 607

A blind date for an evil, evil anon for this event

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Sometimes, the sorcerer world was overwhelming. You woke up in the morning, feeling like there was a brick on your chest and a pain in your heart, and the only thing that could possibly change it would be to run away and never look back.

Then you remember your gorgeous girlfriend Utahime, and it all gets just a little bit easier. Sorcerers often live short lives, you knew that all too well, and so you’d elected to make the most of the life you had. You’d asked Utahime to be your girlfriend without hesitation a few months ago now, half convinced she wouldn’t asy yes - because God she’s so gorgeous, why would she? Then.. she did. Much to both your surprise, and elation. You had a girlfriend. It felt childish just how pleased you were. The two of you were still very firmly in the honeymoon phase, and you were half convinced that you’d never leave it.

You couldn’t imagine this feeling ever fading.

You’d planned a date for the two of you, something simple that would get Utahime off campus and you out of bed to spend time with her. You’d been on a handful of dates together, largely centred around going somewhere and having food, so you wanted to do something different. You’d found a place that offered pottery painting in the centre of Kyoto, and figured that would be perfect. Simple, sweet, and you could laugh together about how awful you both were at art. It was a perfect date, at least in your mind. Then, you could always eat after if you wanted to, no reason to dismiss a second location out of hand.

It was only casual, yet you spent a little longer than you probably should’ve on picking out your outfit anyway, making sure it was perfect. It was no less than she deserved. When you picked her up, obviously you were right there to take her hand in yours, letting her walk on the inside of the pavement away from the road, away from the danger. You made an effort to be the perfect partner for her, at every opportunity.

Your plan was too perfect though, you realised as you sat in the quaint little studio. There was no such thing as a perfect date, you should’ve known better. Of course there was one thing you hadn’t accounted for. How could you?

“Yours is so much better than mine..” You murmured, looking between your plate and Utahime’s mug. You’d managed to paint a haphazard, slightly deformed looking cartoon squid in the centre, all wobbly lines and imperfect colours. Utahime, though? She’d painted a delicate sakura tree, branches winding around the mug, petals falling down from the branches, including painted inside the mug itself. It was cruel, really. “Yours is cute.” She replied with that soft laugh that always charmed you, made your heart melt in all the right ways. “Mine is.. disturbed.” You grumbled as you looked back down at the poor squid - octopus? - at the centre of your plate. “I like him.” Utahime declared, reaching over to take your hand in hers, fingers linking together. “You’re just saying that because you have to.” “No I don’t. I could tell you that he’s deformed and ugly - but I’ve decided I like that about him.” “Awh that- wait what!” The laughter that followed your realisation was far less delicate, all energy, and she even snorted, which only made her laugh harder, doubling over in her chair. Everyone else was looking at the two of you, judgement in their eyes, but you didn’t care. Nothing else mattered when she was this happy.

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If possible I'd live to see masc/amab (he/him pronouns) reader for one piece fandom please! 🙏 And sfw or nsfw are fine either way.

Hello gorgeous! Always happy to serve the male/masc reader collective!

I hope you enjoy your blind date - you can find your fic here

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Run! (P.A.)

Date: Missed date

Synopsis: You’ve been waiting for hours, long past the arranged meeting time, and Ace is nowhere to be seen. Where the hell is he? Tags/Warnings: Ace/M!Reader, established relationship, fluff, silly Word Count: 589 Notes: This is SO short I'm so sorry, but I got this far and extending it any further just felt wrong, this is a nice little sweet story, I don't think it needs to be anything more

A blind date for a lovely anon for this event

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You’d been there for hours already. Sure, sometimes the sea was unpredictable, and he could end up being late to a date. He’d once been a full day late, but he’d called then - today, you hadn’t heard from him even once. Was this it? Was he just never going to show? But that seemed to unlike him, you were pretty sure he was crazy about you. So, surely not, right? Yet, an hour after the restaurant had closed, you were still sitting outside to see if he’d arrive. Naive? Maybe. But he was worth waiting for.

When you finally spotted him, something like relief flooded through you. Not just that, but he was even running towards you. You stood from the perch where you’d put yourself to wait, face thunderous. “Where the hell have you been?” You yelled, arms spread wide as if physically welcoming an explanation. “Run!” He replied, rather than answering your question. That gave you pause. What the hell? But then you saw the tell-tale white of a marine uniform, then a dozen more. You didn’t need to ask anymore, you reached your hand out as he caught up to you, and then you were running together.

You’d had more time on this island, so you knew it better than he did, so when you led him down what looked like a dead end, he followed blindly. He always trusted you. “I’ll boost you, go.” You said firmly, crouching down to cup your hands. Ace didn’t hesitate. He let you toss him over the fence with a whoop, then reached over to pull you after him. The two of you heard it as the marines came running down the alley, but you didn’t stick around to see if your escape had been successful. You kept running for at least ten more minutes, hand in hand, the only sound between you the panting of your breaths and the swishing of the trees around you in the light evening breeze.

Finally, you stopped at the complete other end of the island, collapsing together into a heap under a palm tree. Ace dropped his head into your lap with a groan, relaxing just lightly when your fingers found his hair with familiarity. It took a while for you to catch your breath enough to speak, and by the time you parted your lips to say something, you were cut off by your boyfriend laughing.

“You look so hot when you take charge.” Ace declared, turning to lay on his back so he could look up at you. You scoffed, rolling your eyes, and pinched his cheek. “What the hell?” You asked him, brows raised. He grimaced at your tone, lifting his hat to place it on your head rather than his own. “Sorry I’m late, handsome. Got a little stuck, but I’m here now.” He said, watching intently as your expression slowly softened, frustration melting away to be mostly replaced with fondness. Your sigh was long, deep, pulled from the very depths of your soul rather than just your lungs. Ace constantly left you exasperated, rolling your eyes, shaking your head. Yet you loved him anyway, and you wouldn’t change him for the world. “You best make it up to me.” You firmly told him. “Don’t I always? We’ll do something even better tomorrow, as long as the marines aren’t still around.” “And if they are?” “Then I’ll cram you into striker with me somehow, and we’ll go somewhere else. Nothing keeps me from a date with my boy.”

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we are kissing

Us forreal

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Happy birthday month, beloved!

A blind date event sounds absolutely gorgeous, I can't wait to see all of the beautiful fics you write!

The Nitty Gritty:

Reader: f or gn, afab

Fandom: Gachiakuta, One Piece, JJK, Merlin, Teen Wolf

Gender Date: I am not fussy, I do prefer a particular flavour of blorbo (wet cat, little bit pathetic, competent, unhinged). I love f, m, gn, all. Feel free to swap a canon's gender identity if you want to play around with it. I love it all and I trust you with it.

Not the blorbo: Please no Shanks or distant relations of Shanks.

Theme: SFW/NSFW either either, go where the date takes you.

Extra Reader Details: If you go with Teen Wolf, 👉👈 if maybe the reader could be supernaturally inclined, that would be nice.

AGAIN, A BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU LOGAN!! LOVE YOU LOTS 🖤🖤

Hello oh my beautiful dear Snail

Your man gave me a hard time, but we got there. I hope you enjoy your blind date

You can find your fic here

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Time and Place (M.)

Date: Not a date, but a date

Synopsis: You don’t go on dates with Mahito, it’s nothing so involved, no. You just pick a time and a literal date, and he shows up at your place so you can get what you need from each other Tags/Warnings: Mahito/GN!Reader, AFAB!Reader, smut, top!reader, pegging, multiple orgasms (ment), face sitting, cunnilingus, hair pulling, dirty talk Word Count: 1,226

A blind date for my dear @fanaticsnail for this event

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Mahito wasn’t the sort of person you settle down with, but he was good with his fingers and that was enough for you. You didn’t need to be able to settle down with him, you just needed a couple of orgasms every now and then, and that was something he was capable of giving to you.

More than, even.

He was a dedicated lover, if a pain in your ass (in a generally non-literal sense, but sometimes far more literal, it depended on your mood that day). He wanted to make you cry and tremble, and sometimes he wanted to be the one absolutely wrung dry. The two of you made a good pair, all things considered. It was potentially a little unorthodox, but you didn’t need it to be anything else. You set a time, and a date, and that was all you needed to do. He’d be there, he always was no matter what was going on, he made it work.

Which was how, this week, you had him bent over the back of your sofa. He twitched and whimpered, just the way you like, three orgasms already wrung from his body but you were far from done. Your strap bullied against his prostate, driving each sound from him forcefully, fingers scrambling for some sort of purchase in the fabric below that he wouldn’t be able to find, or at least he wouldn’t be able to keep to it, far too overwhelmed, and squirmy. “One more, you can take one more, right?” You prompted him, lifting his hips just a little higher as his feet slipped, allowing you to slam home even deeper all over again. You couldn’t feel the way he was twitching around you, but you were more than aware that he must be by now from past experience, and you could feel it when you ran your thumb over his rim, the muscle fluttering beneath your touch. “I- I can be so good, I promise! I can- I can take-” but his words were cut off as you reached beneath him to tweak his nipples, just the right side of painful, making him arch and his cock twitch pitifully, hardly able to leak a drop of precum anymore. “Go on then, give me one more.” You replied, voice husky against his ear, breath ghosting over his skin just to feel the way he shivered and pale skin broke out in goosebumps. He was such a brat until the first orgasm, or sometimes two, and then he became this moldable putty in your hands, perfect as long as you just kept going. You couldn’t give him time to recover, lest he get back that mouth you loved to hate.

It only took another few firm thrusts for him to tense up, scrambling desperately against the couch cushions as he spilled again with a whine of almost pain. There was far less cum now than there had been the first time, and then the second. It bordered on pitiful, but you knew that he’d let you keep going until he was cumming entirely dry if you wanted to. But, not today, that wasn’t what you were in the mood for.

“Lay down.” You told him as you pulled out, watching him choose to crawl forwards and haul himself over the back of the sofa rather than attempting to walk around it. He positioned himself onto his knees, ass up at first, and you had to chuckle. You unclipped the strap you’d been wearing, and tossed it onto the arm chair to clean up later.

“Not like that,” you told him, delivering a sharp smack to his ass, “on your back, mouth open.” Mahito groaned at the command, clearly figuring out exactly what you were planning to do to him. He reached out and made grabby hands at you, to which you just rolled your eyes, continuing your advance towards him. You wasted no time, kneeling down on the sofa then lifting yourself up and over his face, so your clit pressed to his top lip. He wasted no time either, Mahito never did. Everything he did was eager, greedy. His hands, his cock, and his tongue most of all. It felt longer inside you than it looked, his hands gripping your thighs like he thought you might change your mind and try to run, or like he was trying to bruise you somehow. Maybe he was. That quiet claim left on your body for nobody else to see, because as much as this was far from romance, you were both aware you weren’t seeing anyone else, and neither of you were trying to.

There had been a lot of things you’d needed to teach Mahito about his body in the time you’d spent sleeping together, but how to eat cunt wasn’t one of them. He was eager, and that had been enough when he was less sure about what to do, but now he was an expert. He’d always been able to make you feel good with that searching tongue, diving into every inch of you like a man starved, and you were his final meal. You were distantly aware, as your head tipped back with a breathy moan, that he was humping the air behind you, somehow already hard and leaking again, but god forbid he let go of your thighs while he devoured you. He needed to be touching you, a hand on his own length would just be a waste.

With a mouth like his, lapping over even the deepest parts of you, and fingers lifted reluctantly from your thigh to rub a thumb insistently at your clit, you were bound to come soon. The way you rocked against his face wasn’t even voluntarily, just your body searching for what it needed to bring you over the precipice. You reached down just enough to tangle your fingers into fair blue tresses, tugging him upwards and deeper into you, his responding moan resounding through you and sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

The moment you were close, you felt your orgasm closing in like an inevitable end. Your hips rolled, grinding down against Mahito’s tongue and thumb against you, but that was when he changed. His mouth attached to your clit to suckle at it eagerly, lapping at it with the flat of his tongue while three fingers pushed inside you at once, curling and spreading to work you open and pliant, brushing over your gspot with each movement. The sudden change and massive spike in pleasure was enough to do it, sending you hurtling over the edge far sooner than you’d been anticipating. Your fingers tangled harder in his hair, holding him firmly against you as the pleasure rippled through your body, harsh pants of breath escaping Mahito’s nose against your pelvis, but the way his eyes rolled back told you that he was quite content to suffocate right there.

Eventually, you released him and let him lick you clean before you crawled back off him. He seemed quite content to be left there, still recovering while you found your underwear somewhere on the floor, and grabbed the strap to go clean it.

“How about Thursday the 14th?” Mahito’s shaky voice rang out around the apartment. Another date, another couple orgasms. “Sure, I think I’m free then.”

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For reasons I am not revealing yet

Kenjaku x reader enjoyers...

I read ONLY fem!reader

I read ONLY masc!reader

I read ONLY gn!reader

I read any

I read fem and gn!reader

I read masc and gn!reader

Voting ended onApr 3

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Shout out to the people who selected any because they WOULD only read masc and gn but then they'd have nothing to read. I love you

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Logobogo! One day I'll hold your collar and shake your violently for writing so amazing!!!

(It's an Ann certified compliment)

What if we just make out.... what then...

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I'm moving accounts at the end of the month - just finishing up the ongoing event so everything is in one place

I won't be reposting most of my stuff, and I'll be keeping my sideblogs, just moving my main! Going to repost some fics that I loved that didn't get the love I originally though they deserved so if you see a reposted fic from @loganwritesprobably - yeah that is also me dwdw

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Just putting it out there - I'm finishing up my birthday event and then jumping ship so if you want to keep up with new posts, from this point on, they'll be over on this new blog

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logannn i love you my baby hope you're having a blessed lovely slutty day 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️❤️❤️

Omg you caught me it's true I acc have the fattest crush on you how did you know

I hope YOU are having the most wonderful day angel mine has been deeply unproductive LMAO

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WHAT IS UP BROSKI 💥💥💥💥 I hope you’re doing well!

Happy Early birthday (even tho it’s next month but ykyk it’s the event)

I would like to request one blind date please!

I would like to ask for AMAB he/him reader with a character from One Piece please!

Any gender is fine, it doesn’t matter!

All I ask is no Blackbeard because I have personal beef with that man and I WILL fist fight him in a Wendy’s parking lot (and then obvi no minors but that goes without saying)

If I could request for a mix of SFW and NSFW, that would be epic!

My only request for reader is for them to appear androgynous, please! I’m curious as to what you do with this!

I hope you have a great day! Bye bye!

HELLO MY DEAR!!

Look at me go I actually did your req this time aha.. ha ha..

Enjoy your blind date, you can find your fic here

[loganwritesprobably]

Secret (C.)

Date: Theatre date

Synopsis: Crocodile spares no expense when it comes to you, even if the relationship between you is supposed to be a facade. That includes indulging in your favourite type of entertainment - the theatre Tags/Warnings: Crocodile/M!Reader, fake dating, mutual pining, fluff, romantic tension Word Count: 1,357

A blind date for my dear @abarosoap for this event

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The relationship that the two of you had was strictly business. It served a purpose, for Crocodile to have someone on his arm, as a warlord garnering favour amongst the people of Alabasta. You certainly were able to reap the rewards of that position, to be draped in finery and doted on by the people and the employees of Baroque Works alike. Because, naturally, he couldn’t just have some fool on his arm - Crocodile needed someone just as dangerous as himself or at the very least as dangerous as Miss All Sunday, able to look after yourself and be capable in his absence. He couldn’t stand fools, or people who couldn’t stand on their own two feet. You were perfect. A strong fighter, unassuming when at his side, with your appearance being more androgynous but there was no doubt that beneath that was the same strength as any marine worth their salt.

That didn’t stop the way he treated you from giving you butterflies, though. It wasn’t real, none of it was, even the way he gifted you things screamed ‘just business’ and yet you couldn’t help the way it made your heart race, and made your hands clammy. You cursed yourself for it, because you knew your place, knew what your role was beside him, but the heart wants what it wants. Your heart wanted him.

It was a night like any other, Crocodile was taking you out somewhere to support the local economy and be seen, the two of you together as a strong, capable couple. Someone to look to. Reliable, trustworthy, present in the community. It was also a nice excuse for the two of you to get an evening off from everything. No business, no death, no worrying about marines and local politics. Just the peace of existing together, knowing precisely where you stood, and who the other was. Not many people knew the great Sir Crocodile, but you were able to claim that you likely knew him best of anyone currently in his life. You may not know his past, but what did you need to? You knew who he was in the present.

And in that very present? He was standing outside your door, knuckles rapping at the wood, waiting for you to join him. You never kept Crocodile waiting.

When you opened the door, you found him dressed in a different suit than usual, well tailored and professional as they always were. “Do I finally get to know where we’re going?” You asked him, quickly closing and locking your door before you hooked your arm around his, letting him lead the way. “Impatient boy,” he lightly chided, but the smirk tugging at his lips behind his usual cigar told you that he was planning on telling you, “we’re going to the theatre.” And if it weren’t for the fact that your arm was linked with his, you might have entirely stopped in place. “The theatre?” You repeated, unable to keep the excitement out of your voice. “Careful, or I might think you’re excited.” He lightly teased, and all you could do was scoff. This was why you made such a convincing couple, the two of you were able to tease each other, to laugh just a little (though mostly when nobody was watching), to lean on each other as if you truly were a couple. Or, at the very least, old friends.

“It’s almost like you’ve planned something just for me, knowing I’d like it, and then kept it a secret until the last moment just to make me excited.” You accused him with a raised brow. “Oh? No, that doesn’t sound like me.” He lightly replied, though the way those golden eyes peered down at you, just out of the corner of his eye, told a very different story. “No, of course not.” You replied, rolling your eyes with a soft laugh. Silence lapsed over the two of you then, peacefully walking down the street as the sun set over the horizon, casting the streets in a soft golden hue. The walk to the theatre wasn’t long, but plenty of locals from the area saw you together, quietly walking, simply being in each other’s company. That was the main mission for the evening complete - add to your reputation together. Now, you could focus on actually enjoying yourselves.

The moment you were sat in your seats, in a cushy box above the average audience member, the two of you were able to relax a little. Nobody was seeing you up there, nobody could judge or question you. Though you still sat close together, your knee pressed to his, his hand partially on your thigh as well as his own. You didn’t question it, and Crocodile didn’t comment either. It was simply natural for the two of you by now.

The show was nothing short of excellent. Of course, that was exactly what you’d expect. Crocodile seemed generally bored throughout, but he never said a word on it. You didn’t notice the fact that he spent far more of the evening watching your reactions than the show itself, eyes dragging over your face to take in every detail - each shift of your brows, crease in your cheeks, twitch of your lips. That was far more interesting to him. Who cared for a show with singing and dancing? Certainly not him. Not when the real show was sitting beside him in the booth.

He walked you home after, as he always did because he was a gentleman, or at least he excelled and portraying one. Your arm looped with his again, fingers wrapped around his bicep, and if you were less focused on making sure you didn’t fall over the uneven flagstones of your street you might have lost yourself and started idly running your fingers over the muscle. Your door was finally in sight, and you dared to pay just that tiny bit less attention, apparently at the exact wrong moment. The next step tripped you, and almost sent you tumbling, if it weren’t for the fact that in the next instant a hook was curled around your waist effortlessly, the tip just short of breaking skin.

You looked up at Crocodile, eyes slightly wide, heart racing. You’d almost hit the pavement, you would’ve if he hadn’t been there. “Thank you, sir.” You said softly, and Crocodile scoffed. “Don’t call me that, not here.” He replied, and with his hand he gently returned you to your feet, only now you were closer than you’d been before, chest almost pressed fully against his. Your breath caught as you looked up at him, swallowing hard against the sudden dryness in your throat. You’d never been quite so deep in his space - sure, you touched him near constantly, but it was always with a certain properness to it, designed to be acceptable to be seen. This was more intimate. The feel of his breath on your face, his hand still hovering, the arch of his hook pressed to your back as if he didn’t want you to step away.

“Si- Crocodile..” You murmured. “So he can be taught.” He teased, the smirk beneath his cigar seemed to make your knees buckle. You opened your mouth to reply, but found that nothing came out. You didn’t know how you’d even reply to that, even if all your words weren’t caught in your throat.

“Cat got your tongue, dear?” He prompted, leaning slightly further into your space. “No,” you stubbornly replied, even as you struggled to find something of substance to say. There was a beat where neither of you moved, simply staring at each other and breathing in the same air. Then a distant sound of a window closing seemed to snap the tension between the two of you, and Crocodile stood straight, stepping back out of your space.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, watching as you walked the rest of the short distance to your front door. “See you tomorrow, sir.” You watched the way he clenched his jaw, cigar crushed slightly between his teeth. You couldn’t help laughing.

Tomorrow was another day.

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Hi bestie, I'd love to participate in your blind date event

*patient emoji*

Gn!reader / afab!reader

The Fandom would be JJK (gasp who would've known)

Characters i like: Sukuna *wink wink*, Nanami, Gojo, Geto, Toji, Megumi, Nobara, Maki, Mai... lot's

Characters I don't want: tbh the curses just not as fan as I'd be with other characters

Nsfw and Sfw are okay (or both), angst with smut and good ending is also good LMFAO

Reader: Curvy, speaks Spanish, goth vibes, red hair

This was long oops

Hello gorgeous!!! I took a few of your reader reqs and added them, but not all of them hope we're good with that

I've been writing SO much of this character recently soo yk I had to do it. I hope you enjoy your blind date

You can find your fic here

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Sandy Display (R.S.)

Date: Beach date

Synopsis: Sukuna plans a date out of the blue, and tells you nothing about it, other than to dress for warm weather. Next thing you know, you’re pulling up at the beach - but it’s not the usual beach you go to. This one is different. Tags/Warnings: Sukuna/GN!Reader, alternative!reader, curvy!reader, nudity, smut, fingering, praise, teasing, public sex, light bdsm (title usage), degradation, piv sex, creampie Word Count: 2,874

A blind date for the stunning @claryeverlarkf for this event

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When Sukuna told you he had something planned, and to simply be ready that weekend to be picked up, you listened. Who were you to argue when your man had decided it was time to treat you to something nice? With the only guideline being “dress for warm weather”, you looking longingly at your all-black wardrobe for well over an hour before you settled on a pair of shorts that hugged your plush thighs and a maroon tank top to add just a bit of colour to the outfit. When Sukuna arrived to pick you up, you could see the way his fingers twitched, as if resisting the urge to just keep you home for the day and have his wicked way with you across the various surfaces in the apartment. But, with a deep breath, his plan went ahead as he took your hand and guided you to the passenger seat of his car, the seat you’d claimed for yourself.

He let you choose the music for the ride over, with the occasional track request - there was something fun about singing along to the rock, metal and emo music together, matching grins on your faces as he bopped his head and you played the air guitar. It was silly, but it was you. He was such a serious person, took himself seriously and cared about the way that people viewed him - or, at least, cared that they viewed him as intimidating enough for him to be left alone - but when it was just the two of you he was able to let go just a little bit, and he always indulged your silliness.

When Sukuna finally parked the car after two hours of driving, waking you from the brief nap you’d ended up taking since he’d insisted on waking you up so early, you understood exactly why his wake-up call had been with the sun. You were at the beach. But.. it wasn’t the beach the two of you usually went to when you needed a break for a weekend. No, it was somewhere you’d never been before. Sukuna climbed out of the car first, and you were so busy trying to figure out where he’d taken you that he even managed to round the car and open your door for you. “You’ll see.” He said, offering his hand. You took it.

From the trunk he took a few blankets, a cooler, and a windbreaker for some semblance of privacy. You took the cooler while he carried the windbreaker and blankets under one arm, so you’d be able to hold his hand, fingers linked together between you. It was so early that the beach was still largely empty, and it was beautiful. The water was glittering and a beautiful blue, and the sand was golden, no trash to be seen. You followed Sukuna down the beach as you admired the view, letting him pick out a spot further down out of the way beside an outcropping of rocks, and he set the windbreaker up on the opposite side so you could be almost entirely out of view, unless someone passed by in front of you, where there was a gap to allow you both access to the water should you want it.

“You should’ve told me to pack my bathers.” You said to Sukuna with a sigh, pouting just a little. “As if I’d be that unprepared.” Sukuna replied with a scoff, and when he opened the cooler it revealed a plastic bag inside, in which was bathers you’d once left at his place. “I love you.” You said as you took them from him, letting Sukuna block you as you quickly changed over into your bathers, for maximum comfort. He laid out the towels fo you to both lay on, then dropped himself down and took out a cool can of soda from the cooler. You dropped down beside him with a sigh, stretching out as you then lay back to enjoy the feel of the sun on your skin.

For the first hour, the two of you simply relaxed in silence, listening to the splashing of the waters against the sand, birds overhead, and other people slowly arriving to the beach, setting up nearby. When Sukuna softly chuckled at something, you opened your eyes, only to watch as two people passed by.. entirely nude.

“Sukuna.” You said, averting your eyes quickly. “Yes, dove?” He replied, and you could hear his smug, shit eating grin in the tone of his voice. “Where are we?” “A nudist beach.” He finally admitted, reaching over to grab your waist, turning you over to your other side so you could face him. He ghosted his lips over yours, fingers tracing over your skin. “I thought it’d be a nice.. change of pace.” “To see other people naked?” You retorted, voice low and words rushed. “That’s why I picked this spot. We’re out of view, and so is everyone else. Just us, the sand, sky and water, baby.” He murmured, one hand slowly tracing upwards until he was cupping your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek. “Don’t tell me you don’t like the idea of the thrill? Naked together in public, where anyone could see us.” “You’re terrible.” You muttered, and yet.. he was right. You couldn’t deny the thrill of it. His lips finally met yours properly, and you returned the deep, exploratory kiss.

“Come on then, dove. Strip for me.” He said when the two of you parted, but your thumbs tucked in the waistband of his shorts first to tug them downwards and expose him. “Whoops, I slipped.” “Brat.” He grunted, reaching for your own bathers to remove them, exposing you to the air much the same. The both of you relented after a moment of intense, challenging eye contact, and fully stripped yourselves to the open air, basking in the warmth of the sunlight. You also took the opportunity to close the small gap between your towel and Sukuna’s so you were perfectly side by side, and able to throw your leg over his waist, cuddling up to him. His arm wrapped around your waist, fingers splayed over your back, the other beneath his head to protect it somewhat from the sand. It was odd, but.. freeing.

You couldn’t help wondering how long that would last.

The answer was about twenty minutes. Twenty minutes before Sukuna’s fingers were trailing down your body, dipping between the globes of your ass and further down until the lightest ghost of a touch traced over your folds. “Sukuna.” You grumbled, glancing up at him with a raised brow. “What?” He asked, faux innocence dropping from his voice. “It’s a nude beach, not an exhibitionist beach.” You scolded, but you made no attempt to move his hand yourself, just lay yourself back on his chest. A beat passed before his lips were ghosting over your ear. “Then,” he began, finger circling your clit, “you’ll just have to be quiet.” And that was all the warning you got before his finger was gently probing at your entrance, and of course you were already wet. It was Sukuna, and he was playing with you, you just couldn’t help it. It took just a moment or two of idly playing with your hole for you to be wet enough for him to slip the tip of his finger inside. Things were moving slowly, but Sukuna was good at being patient when he wanted to be. He moved the tip of his finger in and out, gently pushing further inside with each movement as you became wetter, your body opening for him without much effort, as if welcoming him home.

“That’s it.” He softly praised as finally, finally, his finger was all the way inside you, curling against your walls just to feel the way you squirmed. He didn’t push for more for a long while, just thrusting that one finger in and out of your hole, curling it with each movement to feel you bite down on your lip and your thighs press together in an attempt to find more friction that you just couldn’t get. Not without his help.

“Sukuna..” you softly whined, fingers digging into the muscle of one of his pecs, rocking your hips to try to get just that little bit more from the feel of him inside you. “What is it? Speak up.” He replied, smirking as he looked down at you, admiring just how desperate you were for him. It was different to when he drove you all too quickly towards the edge, deliberately overwhelming you. Softer, needier. “More, please.” You murmured, pressing a wet, open mouthed kiss just above his nipple where your head rested. “What was that?” “Please, sir.” You replied, cheeks blooming with warmth. “There you go. Knew you could be good for me.” With that, he eased a second finger slowly inside you, and you were plenty wet enough for it to glide in with little resistance, two fingers now curling to caress that spot inside you that made your breath hitch, a moan almost escaping past your lips. Sukuna used his free hand then to tangle in your hair, pressing your face more firmly into the muscle of his chest, muffling any sounds that did manage to escape.

“You don’t want anyone to know how dirty you are, do you, dove?” He murmured against your hair, pressing a kiss there right as the pads of his fingers pressed perfectly against your gspot, a strangled sound catching in your throat. He chuckled as he pulled his fingers back out, idly scissoring them to stretch you out further, which told you just one thing - he was planning on fucking you properly. Right there, where anyone could catch the two of you. That only made you clench around his digits, clit throbbing.

“Maybe you do. Maybe you want people to catch us, hm? Do you want them to watch, see how dumb you get for me?” He taunted, a third finger starting to slowly coax its way into your hole, spreading you further. There was that light burn that came from the perfect stretch, though it soon ebbed away, replaced again by the pleasure only he knew how to drag out of you quite like this. You couldn’t reply to his taunt with your face so firmly pressed against him, but you could rock your hips, matching the movement of his fingers just to get that little bit more from him, showing him without words just how much you were enjoying what he did to you. “Needy thing.” He murmured, fingers tightening just slightly in your hair, not quite enough to hurt but certainly enough for you to feel it, to be reminded that if he wanted it to hurt, then it could. But only because you enjoyed that sort of thing.

Sukuna drove you the perfect sort of wild. He kept going just like that for what felt like forever. Three fingers pumping in and out of your hole, stretching you out and perfectly coaxing over your gspot, but never quite enough to truly guide you to the edge. It was maddening, and addictive, the way he knew how to play your body just right. Like you were an instrument that he’d spent years studying to perfect.

But he couldn’t put it off forever, his patience only lasted for so long, so before you could so much as open your mouth to ask for more once again, he was lifting you effortlessly, fingers digging into your plump ass as he hauled you up into his lap. You couldn’t help the way you immediately rocked your hips, your wetness coating along his length, dripping down your thighs and to his stomach. “That’s it, dove.” He murmured with a breathy groan, fingers digging harder into your skin, little crescent moon shapes left behind by your nails. He let you do that for a while, grinding on him until you were breathless, forehead pressed against his. The air that left your parted lips ghosted over his own, and he inhaled it like a drug, drunk on you and the way you felt over him, your flesh beneath his hands.

When his tip caught against your entranced, you barely managed to muffle the moan that followed by pressing your lips roughly to Sukuna’s. That was what finally truly made him break. With one hand, he lifted you up effortlessly, the other guiding himself to your entrance. “You ready?” He asked softly, noses pressed together as you panted in sync. “Please, kuna.” You confirmed, and that was all he needed. He helped you ease down onto his length, your lips meeting again to help muffle the both of you. His arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you pressed fully against him, one of your arms hooked beneath his neck to tangle your fingers in his hair, the other hand braced against his chest.

“Always take me so well.” He whispered against your lips, pulling you in for a more tender kiss, though soon his tongue was pushing between your lips to plunder your mouth, right as he began to guide your hips to move, bouncing on his length. It was a special sort of hell, having to stay quiet while your lover’s cock kissed your cervix with every thrust, perfectly stretching you out in the way nobody else had been able to before him. It was part of the reason you’d fallen in love with him, to an extent, or at least it was the thing that had kept you coming back to him at first and given you the chance to fall in love with him so deeply.

He started slow, letting you adjust and mentally prepare to have to keep quiet, but soon enough he was thrusting into you the way you liked - rough, and hard. You both knew you had to be quiet of the slapping of skin against skin sound that would likely make it more than obvious what was going on, so he slowed down more than usual, leaving you absolutely reeling from the deep and rough treatment, paired with the slow drag of his thickness between your walls. You knew you wouldn’t be able to cum from just this, but it was so good, enough that you didn’t even care about your orgasm for a time. You were content to just enjoy the feeling, enjoy being close to your partner.

“Love you.” You murmured against his neck, pressing a kiss there immediately. “I know, dove. You’re so good for me,” he replied softly, using a hand to tilt your chin up so he could kiss you properly, “I love you too.” Then, that same hand trailed down your body, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You thought it was going to join the other on your ass, guiding you to bounce on him, but instead is ventured lower to find your clit, two fingers circling it expertly.

“I think you deserve a reward for being so good, hm? Going to make you cum on my cock.” He murmured, and the resulting shiver made goosebumps raise over the rest of your skin. It took next to no time at all, the pressure in your gut finally building past a slow simmer, rising and rising until your toes were curling, panting into the sweaty skin of his neck, doing your best to stay quiet even as he drove you closer and closer to that perfect bliss. Finally, the dam broke, and you couldn’t help the low moan that finally ripped from your chest, muffled against Sukuna’s skin. He worked you through it, his own thrusts becoming unsteady as your walls clenched around him as if attempting to milk his orgasm from him too.

“That’s it, dove. My dirty little thing, cumming on my cock where anyone could see.” He muttered teasingly, but he wasn’t far behind, just a few more firm slams of his hips and he was filling you with his seed, hips pressed firmly to your ass as you felt each twitch of it inside you, pulsing with each spurt of his release.

You lay there together panting softly, coming down from your orgasms together, his large hands gently stroking over your skin as if he couldn’t bear to stop touching you. He only pulled away once his cock softened more than was comfortable to keep inside you, and he turned you gently to lay back down on your own towel. From the cooler, he pulled another plastic bag, and inside was a pack of wet wipes that he used to gently clean you, even as you gasped at how cool they were. “Nearly done, my dove.” He murmured. He tossed the dirty wipes into the plastic bag, then kissed your stomach softly, right over your womb just to make you squirm. Finally, he lay back down beside you and let you curl up against his side as you’d been earlier, now both satisfied.

“We should go for a swim.” Sukuna suggested, fingers gently scratching over your scalp. “In a minute.” You mumbled in reply, making him chuckle. He supposed he could give you a few more minutes to bask in the afterglow.

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