ā„ just a simple girl that likes writing smut for her fav characters. all works 18+ MDNI. questions? here are my guidelines. get to know a lil more about me here.
Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem?
Just don't say you weren't warned about him.
genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff
warnings: explicit smut, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of drug and alcohol use, profanity, mentions of blood and violence, attempted violence towards reader, sukuna brought a knife to the function (non sexual), explicit smut, cunnilingus, marathon sex, rough sex, overstimulation, mentions of whipping, degradation, creampie, spit kink, a couple threats here and there, use of sex toys, narcissistic parental abuse, terminal illness, death/loss of a parent, slight mention of body obsession, toxic family dynamics, masochism, slightly toxic relationship
wc: 89.5k (on going)
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playlist
prologue
one: menace
two: attack dog
three: casino royale part one
four: casino royale part two
five: never again
six: i like the way you kiss me
seven: tamed
eight: failed attempts
nine: the only gift
ten: new year, same man
eleven: slow dancing in a burning room
twelve: make it work
thirteen: the sun part one
fourteen: the sun part two
fifteen: i can save us
sixteen: sweet little lies
seventeen: ceaseless
eighteen: thatās slander!
nineteen: surrender
twenty: passing the torch
head canons
mini dive on sukuna & readers relationship (ch. 16+)
notes: i will be doing a taglist for the first chapter of this cute lil romance story! so lmk if you'd like to be added to that <3 it should be coming out sometime within the next month
Harry Potter is trending at #1 on tumblr so I thought Iād take the opportunity to say fuck JKR, fuck transphobes, fuck her stupid books, her theme park, her endless landfill fodder merch slop, and her fucking castle on a hill. Read another book yall!! Read another book!!!!!!!
ā” feat. reiner braun, erwin smith, armin arlert, & zeke jeager - find part 1 here. ā” summary : the aot men call you clingy (either to you or to a mutual friend), and you take it the wrong way (obvi) ā” cw : 18+ MDNI cursing, mentions of sex, mentions or oral sex, men fucking up (typical) and having to fix their mistakes, established relationships between f.reader and men, use of some pet names (mainly just babe or baby), idk this somehow turned into the blonde men version of this š also i included zeke bc i know zeke lovers exist I AM NOT ONE OF THEM SO THIS IS FOR YOUUUUUUU.
aot smau m.list | jjk smau m.list
ā„ reiner braun
ā„ erwin smith
ā„ armin arlert
ā„ zeke jaeger
divider creds : @cursed-carmine
all works are my own. i please ask that you do not copy, or repost to any other sites.
ā” feat. eren jaeger, connie springer, porco galliard, levi ackerman, & jean kirstein - find pt. 2 here. ā” summary : the aot men call you clingy (either to you or to a mutual friend), and you take it the wrong way (obvi) ā” cw : 18+ MDNI cursing, mentions of sex, mentions or oral sex, men fucking up (typical) and having to fix their mistakes, established relationships between f.reader and men, use of some pet names (mainly just babe or baby), porco and reader are kinda freaks but yall know how i feel ab him so like are we surprised? upon further update jean and reader are also freaky but liiiiike thatās my mans duh
aot smau m.list | jjk smau m.list
ā„ eren jaeger
ā„ connie springer
ā„ porco galliard
ā„ levi ackerman
ā„ jean kirstein
divider creds : @cursed-carmine
all works are my own. i please ask that you do not copy, or repost to any other sites.
i have now seen MULTIPLE fanarts of frat!eren and frat!gojo at the same party and LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE i might need to write that asap THATāS ALL BYEEEEEEEE
also for clarification, the two posts iāve seen of them are by @artbyryuk (i saw it on tiktok but they havenāt posted it here so i donāt feel comfortable doing it first āŗļø) and this one by @/mochikuyo on tiktok as well!
but liiiiiiiiiike would yall be interested in that or nah? š
i have now seen MULTIPLE fanarts of frat!eren and frat!gojo at the same party and LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE i might need to write that asap THATāS ALL BYEEEEEEEE
also for clarification, the two posts iāve seen of them are by @artbyryuk (i saw it on tiktok but they havenāt posted it here so i donāt feel comfortable doing it first āŗļø) and this one by @/mochikuyo on tiktok as well!
but liiiiiiiiiike would yall be interested in that or nah? š
18+ MDNI not proof read sorry IVE HAD TO TRY AND POST THIS THREE TIMES BC TUMBLR HATES ME
howās my day going? oh, iāve just been thinking about single-father!Nanami who works so much that he has to hire a nanny to watch his little one.
he sifts through applications like itās a chore, dragging himself through each one without a flicker of interest. days stretch into weeks.
heās bored. heās done.
and then a preview of a email with pretty pink lettering at the top catches his eye. he clicks on it, hesitantly, but as he scrolls through it, heās thoroughly impressed. your credentials, your references - hell, the reputation behind your name - hit him like a spark to dry tinder. he finds himself leaning closer to his laptop screen before he even realizes it.
he doesnāt wait. a reply hits your email within minutes.
nanami.kento: can we schedule an interview this afternoon?
you fire off a reply before you can even think twice, toes curling with the kind of giddy excitement that makes it impossible to sit still.
āmeeting someone?ā the barista asks, eyes sparkling.
āwhat makes you think that?ā
āshe got here first,ā she says, offering his coffee and tilting her head toward you. ātold me she was waiting for a mr. nanami. she looked⦠adorably nervous.ā
he murmurs his thanks, turning to follow her gesture. the second he spots you, all poised and waiting for him, it hits him like a punch to the ribs.
youāre too absorbed in the sunlight streaming through the window to notice him. he watches you like itās a private show - the delicate tilt of your cup, the way your eyes soften at the sight of families walking by the cafe. heās captivated by how happy you are just watching themā¦and by how utterly unaware you are of his presence.
his eyes drink you in and just like that, he knows heās so fucked.
so, so fucked.
he slowly approaches your table, clearing his throat when heās close enough to signal your attention. your head snaps in his direction, your eyes wide in shock for a moment. you stand up quickly, holding out your hand.
āmr. nanami? itās nice to meet you.ā
the way your voice curves around his name sends a shiver straight through him. he wants to trace every line of your face, memorize the subtle way you tilt your head, but he forces himself to meet your eyes, his own sparkling with awe.
he doesnāt dare think about how your dress just barely touches your knees, or how the neckline of your dress dances that edge of scandalous and yet still conservative. he canāt think about that.
not now. not here.
not ever.
so he talks, long hours, his daughterās quirks, the usual. you remain steady, but there is a spark in the way you watch him, like you are quietly enjoying seeing him struggle to keep his focus. the small gestures, the tilt of your head, the way your fingers move along the cup, and the quick flick of your eyes meeting his all draw his attention. he tries to focus, but the more he looks at you, the harder it becomes, and suddenly remembering what he was even saying feels completely impossible.
you talk about your experience like it comes naturally, explaining how youāve handled every kind of family setup. it all looks effortless even though he can see a hint of nerves in the way you shift in your seat. your smile when you talk about the families youāve cared for lights up your face and the way your eyes find his for a brief second makes his heart skip a damn beat.
āsheās just..ā his words falter. āsheās just a little..different. or at least, thatās what others have said.ā
āi like different,ā you say softly, your eyes sparkling. āif everybody was the same, then life would be pretty boring, hmm?ā
you continue through your resume and he triesāGod, he triesāto follow the words spilling from your mouth, but fuck, heās too busy obsessing over the way your lips curl around every letter like theyāre made for him. his eyes fight to stay focused on yours, fight to not drift down to you plump, pink lips.
he knows if he even so much as glances down to them, his brain will completely cease to think professional thoughts. you donāt even realize when they do, and you donāt realize heās completely zoned out now, not even hearing what youāre saying.
instead, heās thinking about how your lips would feel against his, your shiny gloss coating them as he kisses you roughly. your hands moving to his hair as he holds you against him, small whimpers moving from your mouth to his. the smile that would grace his mouth when he feels your legs wrap around him, and the gasp that would fall from your lips as you felt his cock hardening in his slacks.
your dress would ride up your thighs as he held onto them tightly, making sure you donāt slip from his grasp. the outline of his length would slide against your pussy, your wetness seeping through not only your underwear, but his slacks. you would roll your hips against him, small whimpers escaping your lips as you felt that knot growing in the pit of your stomach.
āthatās it beautiful,ā he would say in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. āmaking both of us feel so good, hmm?ā
āneed m-more,ā you would whine in response, your head spinning from the way the head of his cock rubs against your clit repeatedly.
heās thinking about how good you would look splayed out on his bed naked, your curves fully on display for him. you would instinctively try to cover yourself up, embarrassed by your body under the weight of his stare.
ādonāt do that,ā he would say sharply, pulling your arms away from your chest. ādont ever hide from me.ā
his lips trailing down your body would make you forget how insecure you were about your figure, his quiet praises about how gorgeous you were making you sigh in content. he would pause as his mouth hovered over your cunt, looking to you for permission.
you, of fucking course, would nod.
heās thinking about how your hand would hold his hair as his tongue circled your clit. your head would fall back into his sheets as he feasted like a starving man, and your fingers would pull at his blonde strands. he would groan into your pussy, a sound that truly sounded like an animal feasting on his favorite meal.
āk-kento,ā you would whine, your hips rolling against his face. āpl-please!ā
he would slip a finger into your dripping cunt, hooking it just right to hit that spot that drives you insane. your legs would tremble around his head, that knot inside of you threatening to snap.
ālet go,ā he would groan, his eyes watching your facial expression. ālet go for me, beautiful.ā
and you would. the moment he tastes your sweet release, he knows heās a man that truly ruined.
heās thinking about the way his name would sound as it fell from your lips, begging him to fuck you harder, faster. he would feel the way you tighten around him, your legs trembling around him as you feel your release drawing closer. his hips driving his cock into you at such a pace that you canāt even form words properly anymore. just incoherent noises coming from your mouth that feels like itās forced open. his fingers would find your clit, rubbing it just soft enough to give you that little bit you needed to let go.
your face would look absolutely ethereal as you cum around him. his name falling from your lips like a chant as he fucked you through your orgasm, not letting his pace falter for even a second. your eyes notice when his eyebrows scrunch together, and you know heās about to follow right behind you. when you beg him to come inside of you, he lets go completely, groaning your name as your cunt milks him.
heās thinking about the way your eyes would gloss over as you stared at the ceiling afterwards. he would grab a towel and clean you up, softly saying praises about how good you did for him. your sweet smile would add to your completely fucked out expression on your face courtesy of your boss.
the barista interrupts at one point, asking him if he would like a refill of his coffee - a normal occurrence. this snaps his attention from his filthy thoughts and he silently praises the barista for the interruption, hoping that moment helps him calm down.
it does - slightly.
the conversation between the two of you flows, and before you know it, heās offering you the job. he slides a folder across the table toward you, and your fingers brush his as you reach for it. the touch is quick, but it makes him pause. a little jolt runs through him that has nothing to do with the paperwork. you glance up, catching his eyes for a beat, and thereās a quiet, shared smile in that brief contact.
he thinks heās finally home free until you ask, soft and casual, āSo⦠when do you want me to start?ā
every part of him wants to say right now, right here. the spark from your touch is still buzzing through him, making it impossible to think straight. his chest feels tight, his brain is running in circles, and his mouth is refusing to work properly.
āuh⦠monday. 8 a.m. iāll⦠iāll send you the address.ā
AAAAHHH MY FIRST JJK POST!! pls let me know if yāall enjoyed it aaaannnndddd i might post a part two?? love yāall! - mel
all works are my own. i please ask that you do not copy, or repost to any other sites.