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[eraserbread]

18+ | mdni | outlaw!sukuna's size + breeding kink

your man, more like your husband, is big. there's no doubt about it — no other synonym you can place upon him except huge or maybe brooding. he hides well over 200 pounds of pure muscle and bulk under his wool and linen clothes, sewn for his skin by nobody but you.

the one thing is — he doesn't notice. it almost feels like he doesn't care, because once the kid is asleep and you're wearing that goddamn see-through nightgown, there's only one thing on his mind.

and right now, he's living it — thick, heated body completely covering yours, pushing you down into the rickety hay mattress. your cries are lost to the world, buried in the cushion as he flattens you out in a plank. every inch of your skin is touching his, filtered ten degrees hotter with the body heat you're both exuding.

"jus' gave it to you last night," he grunts, shifting onto his left forearm so he can reach for the base of his cock, sticky with your need and sensitive to the touch. "so tight, i keep slippin' out."

he's complaining right in your ear, grunts hot and concentrated around the shell. you whine, trying to turn your head to the side to get a breath of air — maybe to tell him to shut up, but the grip he has on the back of your head is impossible. you gasp in the stench of your lye soap, squirming as his insane girth splits you open like it's the first time all over again.

your eyes fly open, shivering and rolling back into your skull as your body expands around his force, desperate fingers caught in the sheets like you're holding on for dear life. your body is shrieking his name, but you don't have any breath to give it, so you shiver, lips parted as his hips stutter and struggle.

"mm, this goddamn body. had my baby, but can hardly take me." ryomen whispers, tucking some loose hair behind your ear so he can get close. that huge, veiny hand keeping your head pressed to the sheets lets up just enough for you to fly up for a lungful of air, and the first words that leave your throat are:

"g-getting big—bigger?! mmf—"

"shh," he bites, stuffing your face back into the mattress when he finally bottoms out, tip squishing against that deep, sensitive part of your soul he's obsessed with. your cries turn to pleas — lost against the softness. "you're gonna wake the kid and feel real sorry for yourself."

ryomen's not letting up. his fingers are twisting in your hair, lending your skull a third of his insane weight as he fucks into you deliberately. your hands are shaking, reaching around desperately for something to ease this stretch — something to bring you down to earth to relieve this world-shattering feeling.

your flimsy grip lands on your headboard, clawing your nails into the fifty-year-old barn-wood you fashioned into a bedframe. hoping it'd releive the pressure a bit, that claw turns into a fist, and ryomen can't swallow that down. "wanna breathe, lady?" he quirks, hiding a breathy chuckle behind his arousal.

"—ah, don't you goddamn run from it." he pulls you up by the hair, the opposite hand taking your fist and pinning it at your side. nightgown hanging on by a thread, the first time you open your eyes since he's been inside of you, is when he wraps you in a headlock — huge bicep flexing around your delicate neck.

you're screaming, now — laughing and whining as you claw at his tattooed bicep. your sensitivity hits like a smile, all teeth and disarming as you let him have you in every way. his cock pummels you with a force lost on you — slapping and bruising your skin, adding to the mess of stimulation that you can't escape even if you wanted to.

'ug— i'm gonna, ah!" you speak, hissing and shaking your head as his fucks speed up, scraping the bed against the wood floors. your body feels like it's due to break against his strength, and ryomen doesn't hold back with you. not like this, not when he's seen you take so much more.

he gets lost in his head when he should be getting lost in you, reaching up to slap at your flushed cheek, head fitted right there in the crook of your neck. his grunts are animalistic and nasty, calling you everything but your name. "give it to me," he growls, hand spreading your hair everywhere, mixing with your spit and sweat as he slaps your swollen lips.

his hips grind up into yours, massaging the flesh of your ass, intimate and deliberate, before that bite catches him again and he's pushing you back into the bed. this way, he can drill you down into nothingness, letting you cry and sniffle into the bedsheets as he makes an empty, dripping cavern out of you.

both hands pressed to your cheeks, pulling them open as he sits up, lets him see the way his thickness slams into your needy, aching hole. orangey candlelight flickers against your skin, and ryomen can't deny the scene. he didn't catch when you came for him, but that initial resistance that barred him from fucking you right has turned into swimming pools of arousal.

he wants to ingest your spirit over chipped, melted glass — letting the slipperiness melt on his tongue just like it's melting all over his pulsing cock. you're milking him dry, body sucking him in every time he pulls out, like you just don't want him to leave.

this gets him every time — your drooling, greedy cunt and your womb, so wide and familiar that he wants to nap in there. your soul is cracking open around him again, shivering and pitiful, but so full of love that he knows he can treat you like this.

five years in the grave is nothing; it's like he never left.

i'm burying a little home in ur skin @heaveninruins

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[madamechrissy]

mdni- ໒ fratboy!sukuna x nerd!reader ꒱

You never thought you'd have fratboy!sukuna - the campus resident fuckboy - with his fingers buried inside your dripping wet cunt.

Not you, the nerdiest girl in the whole college, top of your class, the very opposite of Sukuna. He wouldn't have even passed if not for him cheating off your papers, laughing any time you actually stood up to him. When you smacked him he moaned, the sick fuck, even now you hear it, when you tell him you hate him.

How could you let Sukuna get his thick ass fingers inside you? when you absolutely fucking can't stand him, how he fingers your cunt up and down so quickly you're dizzy. He's laughing softly against your neck, you're just shoved in a corner with him with his hands in your jeans, tasting the jungle juice on his lips.

"Soakin' wet, hah... thought ya hated me brat," he grins all cute and innocent, like he's not a fucking deviant, covering your mouth with his free hand when you're screaming out. "Aw fuck, pussy is so goddamn loud everyone can hear."

"Mnh," your eyes roll back when he shoves his fingers deep, you swore he was the last man on the planet you'd ever let touch you, but fuck his fingers feel good. You're rolling your eyes back as your biggest bully bends down, ruby eyes glinting.

"That's it, slutty lil' fuckin' brat, gonna cum so easy? Look at you, thought you were a good girl."

"Sh-shut up and make me cum," you whisper, making him throb then, leaking so much pre it hurts. "Bet you can't."

"Hah," Sukuna pulls his fingers out with a messy squelch, shoving them in your mouth, you bite his fingers and he laughs just a bit, tugging your hair back, smirking down at you. "Let's go see."

It didn't take much for Sukuna to have you cum all over his sheets, a few mean strokes of that cock and you were not just cumming, you were squirting all over his pierced cock. he groans at the sight, sucking in a breath, hands digging into your hips.

"Hah gonna fuckin' piss on me? Such a slut, messy lil fuckin' whore."

"Fuck you," you arch the curve of your ass even as you speak, letting him slam his cock so deep you're gushing all over again, dripping down to his bed, coating his heavy balls in your slick.

"I am fucking you - hah," Sukuna tries to act like you're not absolutely milking him. "Tiny, pathetic cunt can't take it, huh? Look at you, ah-ah, don't run now."

"Ngh," you're tugging back. "Too big, anatomically... makes n-no sense..."

"Hah, yeah keep talkin' that nerd shit," he whimpers when he presses in fully, his reddened tip just kissin' your cute lil cervix, moaning and pounding his cock faster, skin smacking with every mean thrust of his pelvis. "Lemme hear it."

"N-no! You're to stupid to even know shit, couldn't even get your name r-right on your ACTs," he whimpers again as you scowl back at him, glasses half off your pretty face, one he jerks it to frequently but he sure wouldn't tell you. "Wouldn't pass without me - ah!"

"Tired of your nerdy mouth," he grunts, pressing your head down into the mattress, your muffled moans and your cunt taking him easier make him laugh. "You like it, don't ya?"

"My glasses, you're such a dick!" He takes them off and throws them. "Ugh! I hate you!"

"Aw, poor baby can't see," your face is shoved back down but you're quivering around his cock, you love it, his mean thrusts, the way his piercings drag on your walls, soft hitting that soft spot until you're drooling, babbling.

"Ngh," you're trying to argue, but his heavy balls are slapping your neglected clit, he's not given her any attention at all. He lays his heavy weight over you, shoving your head down with his lips on your ear.

"Where's all that 'I hate you' shit now, huh you little nerd? Tell me how much you fucking hate this," Sukuna slams his cock so deep he can feel the bulge when his hand wraps and finds your tummy, pressing. "Ruining you, feel me? All over?"

He lifts your head only so he can wrap his fingers around your throat, your tears streaming down your cheeks, sniffling. "I hate you. I hate it."

"Yeah? Got you crying, drooling, squirting, messy little nerd," you lean forward - he thinks to kiss - biting his lip instead and drawing blood, Sukuna groans and kisses you right with it, cock stretching out your messy, needy cunt, bruising your cervix.

"Dumb ass frat boy," you counter, licking the blood off his lips, he cries out, making you grin. "Whimpering like a little bitch."

"Like a... oh fuck no," he chokes your throat and his thick, leaky cock breaks you in half. Messy, squelching sounds filthy and obscene in his messy ass room. "Gonna make you piss yourself again."

"S'not piss you dumb- ah!" His fingertips find your clit, rubbing it in harsh, fast circles. "Ngh!"

"Thought so," he takes you over with his heavy ass body, cock shoved in with his hips rolling, twitchy clit jerking and jumping with his rough patterns. "Can't help yourself, can you?"

"Hate you," you whisper it even as you squirt again, gushing all over his cock, he groans, biting your neck so hard a bruise blossoms on your skin, laughing against your ear as you grip his blankets.

"Sure ya do," he moans and pushes inside, laughing when the aftershocks clench around him. "Never been fucked like this have you?"

"Never whimpered like a lil bitch, have you?" Sukuna scowls and kisses you again, busting his hot sticky load inside your cunt, you cum again right with him, spasming around his cock and milking it for all its worth.

"Little nerd can't get enough, hah," he's laughing, pulling back and moaning at the sight of your abused pussy, fingering the milky cum pouring out of it and sighing.

Suddenly he hears it - snoring.

"The hell... you're not asleep are you?" He leans forward and you yawn, blinking now. "Hey I just gave you my dick, you can't be tired right now!?"

"Mmm, leave me alone," you scooch up his bed, slipping underneath his blankets. "Put my glasses up."

"You're just gonna crash on me!?" You're curled into a ball. Sukuna curses, cock still sticky from you. "Say you hate me."

"Mmm, your dick was good."

"What now!?" He scowls and covers you with a blanket then, laying next to you, scowling up at the ceiling. "Sure nerd, stay the night, but tell me how much you hate me so I don't worry about you!?"

You giggle, blinking sleepy and turning around, yawning. "You're an idiot who had to take remedial math three times."

"God I'm hard," he smirks as you roll your eyes, passing out completely. "Pretty ass..." He glares. "Nerd."

this was my dream last night, they be wild </333

[beaniesayshi]

Sukuna doesn't handle waking up in an empty bed in the middle of the night very well

Blinking awake into the dim blue-gray haze that fills the bedroom, Sukuna’s mind lingers in a heavy, half-dreaming state, and the first thing he notices is the empty stretch of mattress at his side. Fingers drift across the sheets, searching out of habit, only to find nothing but cold where warmth should be.

For a moment, he just lies there, staring up at the ceiling, trying to shake the fog of sleep that refuses to let go. Only when the red glow of the alarm clock finally catches his eye does he move, brow creasing as the numbers come into focus. 4:03.

It’s the weekend. Both of you had gone to bed together hours ago, so there’s absolutely no reason for you to be anywhere else.

Before the thought can even finish forming, his body jolts upright as adrenaline floods his veins, snapping him awake faster than his mind can catch up. The sharp thud of his heart feels almost ridiculous in the silence, but the apartment is so quiet that it only makes every instinct louder.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he pushes himself up, rakes a hand through his hair, and steps into the hallway, every muscle tense, ears straining for the faintest sound.

Nothing.

Moving down the hallway without hesitation, he checks the bathroom, even though the darkness behind the door already tells him you aren’t there.

The living room is empty, the couch looks exactly the same as earlier that night, with your blanket still tossed carelessly over the armrest where you left it. Maybe you slipped out onto the balcony, but the curtains hang motionless and the glass door is sealed tight. The pressure in his chest ratchets up another notch, and he moves through the flat faster now.

The last remnants of sleep are completely gone when each room confirms the same thing over and over again: you aren’t there. Each feeds the growing, irrational fear that something has happened while he slept, and by the time he reaches the kitchen, his breathing is shallow, his jaw clenches, and his hands ball into tight fists at his sides.

And then he stops.

The kitchen is bathed in dim light, just the gentle glow from the stove clock and a faint spill of streetlight through the window, enough to outline you standing barefoot by the counter. One hand holds a glass of water, the other strokes absently over Mikan’s back as the cat perches on a high chair, leaning into your touch and purring like nothing in the world could ever be wrong.

You look half-asleep yourself, hair a little messy, the hem of his shirt brushing your thighs, eyes soft and unfocused the way they get when you wake just enough to wander to the bathroom before crawling back to bed.

For a long moment, Sukuna stands frozen in the doorway, breath caught somewhere between relief and anger, adrenaline still pulsing through his veins. The sight of you, safe, slams into the fear he’s been carrying, heavy and real as anything.

Your head lifts when you notice him.

“What the hell are you doing?” The words come out sharper than he means, still edged with the panic that hasn’t left his body yet.

Confusion flickers across your face at his tone, and you blink at him, like you’ve only just remembered there’s a world beyond the counter and the purring cat pressed against your palm.

“Drinking water,” you answer quietly, your voice rough with sleep, lifting the glass slightly in explanation, like the answer should be obvious. Then, softer, as the reason for him standing there at four in the morning, staring at you like that, finally clicks, you add, “I didn’t want to wake you.”

Something in his chest finally gives, and the tension snaps all at once. Muttering a curse that barely makes it past his teeth, he walks over and catches your arm before you can get another word out, tugging you into him so abruptly that the water in your glass nearly spills over the rim. Only then does he let out a shaky breath he’s been holding since the moment he woke up.

His voice rumbles low and rough, words muffled by your hair as he pulls you tight against his chest. “You scared the shit outta me.”

His grip tightens for a heartbeat before easing. One hand slides up, fingers threading through the hair at the nape of your neck, while the other stays splayed warm and steady across your lower back. Caught off guard by the sudden intensity, you let your free hand find its way to his side, settling there gently.

“I’m sorry.” It slips out before you can stop it, even though you know you haven’t done anything wrong. Tilting your head back to meet his eyes, you find his stare heavy with something that makes it clear that he doesn’t want you apologizing for this, not ever. Nuzzling your cheek into his chest, you feel the frantic thud of his heartbeat beneath your ear. “I was only gone a minute,” you add softly, a little sheepish.

Sukuna huffs softly, and the short, weary sound carries more relief than frustration, but his arms stay locked around you, unyielding, as if letting go might let the fear slip back in.

“I know,” he mutters eventually, almost to himself, the edge of panic fading away. “I know that.”

For a few seconds, neither of you moves. The kitchen is quiet except for the slow, steady thud of Sukuna’s heartbeat finally calming beneath your cheek, and the impatient purring of Mikan weaving around your ankles, as if he’s been personally wronged by all this drama.

Then, he slips the glass from your hand and sets it on the counter, his other arm settling around your shoulders, steering you gently toward the bedroom, unwilling to let even an inch of distance creep in.

“Come on,” he murmurs, and you don’t argue.

Sleep tugs at you again, heavy and insistent, and as you sink back onto the mattress, your body leans instinctively toward his warmth. Sukuna wraps himself around you, pressing his chest firmly against your back and banding one arm tight across your waist, his hand splayed over your stomach. The other slips beneath your pillow, fingers searching until they find yours and tangle together.

Now that you’re back exactly where you should be, Sukuna lets out a slow, quiet exhale as the last traces of restless adrenaline finally drain from his chest.

 

a/n: domestic sukuna masterlist

[bigtrashland]

⋆˚࿔. sukuna rubbing his cock on your face MDNI

gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…

“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.

For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.

But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.

It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.

Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.

What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.

No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.

"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.

“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.

“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.

“Seems like it…”

Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.

“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.

Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.

But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?

You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.

His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.

You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.

It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.

“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.

Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.

“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.

He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.

“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”

[fireflyschiikawa]

heian!sukuna : disobedience

“you are a selfish woman” sukuna said decisively, his words as if to be etched in stone.

though the remark came from a point of worry you couldn’t help but wince under his implications.

“you think i’d do this on purpose? and for what reason, just to spite you?” you dropped any pretense for an honorific, completely stunned at your lovers behavior.

“and what about my worry, lest you brush it aside so easily..” he muttered, crossing both sets of arms infront of him like a quartet of a barrier between the two of you.

fine, he wished to be closed off then so be it.

you turned on your heel, clearly done with the conversation. your robe bellowed behind you while you walked away, as far away from him as you could across the shrine to your chamber.

it was bad enough that he’d had the last word, worse even that you wished he’d follow you.

but he didn’t.

that was the last conversation you’d had with him in the past week. in an act of stoicalness you demanded the servants to serve you meals separately.

so what if the lord wished for your company? you would deny him all of it altogether.

sometimes the servants would linger leaving a pinprick of hope in your heart as you awaited to hear any word from him, an order, a calling, sign of truce.

but the king of curses did neither.

in such a manner the sun set and rose seven more times, you knew because you’d counted. thoughts of inner unhappiness started to ebb and bloom.

it seemed that his absence-no rather his stubbornness had made you weak.

when you saw him in the garden you’d avert your gaze walking away in the opposite direction, he on the other hand made sure to take the longer route lest he pass your chamber and be tempted by old habits to give in.

but this time, ryomen sukuna had made up his mind, he would certainly under no condition fall victim to your game.

a game he named in his mind, where he’d explicitly tell you to not do a certain thing and you’d go ahead and do just that.

and the current happenstance being when you wandered off alone into the forest on one of your walks farther than he’d warned you to go. only to end up lost and reach back to the shrine past sunset all scraped up.

was it so sinful to wish for his own wife’s safety? for her to remain away from harm?

if so, then so be it. let him be the greatest sinner alive if in exchange he could rest assured that you were unharmed.

he pondered at your act of avoidance, as though you had not spent the previous week missing him. as though he had not spent those same nights awake, listening for footsteps that never came.

perhaps that was why, when he saw you leaving the shrine grounds once more, his first instinct was anger.

the same anger riddled with frustration that had consumed him before.

you walked through the gardens with a calmness that irritated him, your robe trailing behind you as if you had not nearly frightened him into madness only days prior.

sukuna watched the sway of your hips, the curve of your hair, your gait a loose sense of rhythm he could get drunk off of.

and he tightened his fists at his sides seeing the direction you were heading.

the forest, of course.

of course you would choose the one place that had caused him all this trouble. his expression darkened.

for a moment he remained where he stood, watching you disappear between the trees. a rational part of him told him to let you go.

you were not a prisoner.

you were not some fragile thing that needed to be locked away.

he knew this. he had always known this.

and yet his feet moved before his mind could convince him otherwise. he trailed you silently, so you couldn’t see him nor hear him unless you were really meaning to.

it was an irritating compromise, one he would never admit to making for anyone else.

you had not wandered as far this time. that, at least, he noticed. maybe you had heeded his warnings.

you stopped near the edge of the clearing, sitting beneath an old tree as sunlight filtered through the leaves. for a moment, sukuna simply watched.

you looked peaceful and sukuna wished to join you in this haven.

and that was what bothered him most.

because you looked as though the forest had never harmed you. all his worries had been for nothing, you looked as if you belonged.

inflicted by his own conscience he had been the only one who had suffered.

foolish, ryomen, how foolish.

“it is rude to stare, my lord” you continued to lay there with your eyes closed, the curve of your neck and the softness of your lips as you spoke making sukuna swallow. hard.

sukuna said nothing, continuing to silently observe the slow rise and fall of your chest.

irritated by his silence you got up in frustration and started to walk in the opposite direction. specifically towards the area sukuna had commanded you not to go.

well it’s fine if you go in his presence right? that’s what he wanted, to cage you here always in his sight then so be it, he can bear the responsibility of the so called harm.

not taking him seriously you padded silently deeper into the forest, not stopping to observe anything and surging on with your stubbornness.

stuck in your own mind, perhaps you paid no mind to where you step your foot. unfortunately for you it was right into a trap, the tight rope closed around your ankle and with a gust of wind produced by the motion you were hanging upside down from the tree.

the wind was knocked out of you and you gasped in retaliation flailing and failing to reach for the trap that had suspended you so.

panicked you looked around for your husband just to spot that same crimson hair and two sets of dark eyes watching you with a raised brow and an expression of amusement.

“release me, at once!” you angrily gestured at the brute.

but he merely shrugged, “warned ‘ya”

you flailed harder, “put me down! this was your idea! you did this to punish me”

not appreciating your attitude sukuna released a low hum, turning on his heel and slowly walking away.

“no wait, wait, come back! don’t leave me here” you spoke, panicking a lot more now.

sukuna turned around, watching you with a calm expression on his face.

and then started to move closer.

face to face now with only space for your breaths intermingling sukuna spoke in a low tone.

“this is the price of disobedience”

you paused to take in his words and then narrowed your eyes, “fine, my lord”

“fine?” it seemed he had not expected that response,

“fine” you bit back, “leave me then”

a challenge, you dared him to do it, to abandon you in this forest hung by your own demise.

furious, sukuna gripped your chin and your face broke into a grin.

“can’t you?”

sukuna’s jaw tightened, his expression growing grim. you had targeted his weakness which was indubitably you.

slash-

sukuna broke the rope tying you up and in a matter of seconds you were plunging down to the ground. you braced for impact.

only to be caught by him.

the monster threw you over his shoulder not speaking a word. you knew his moods well enough to know the inner turmoil coursing through him.

sukuna spared no one, leaving someone out to hang was his favorite pastime. but not you, never you.

you were the only exception.

firefly; ik this probably had smut potential but im such a loser i genuinely don’t know how to write smut forgive me </3 ❀ུ͏  

more kuna

[domainrodeo]

boyfriend!sukuna eats you out on your period

hurt/comfort ♡ period/mestruation ♡ pussy eating ♡ face-sitting ♡ praise

it took you nearly a decade to get used to the rhythm of your menstrual cycle.

hot soups daily, magnesium supplements with every meal. paracetamol when the cramps got too bad. breathable clothes. only getting up to change your pad, or grab snacks from the kitchen. 

but most times you’d simply be curled up in bed with a heat pack on your belly, watching 4-hour video essays on soviet architecture or obscure video games. at some point, you started wondering if fertility was worth all this suffering. 

until you started dating sukuna.

even now, you weren't sure how you managed to pull him. this gorgeous, 6'2 mountain of a man with calloused hands and a line of women begging for a chance, finally picking you for the princess treatment.

safe to say, he was your everything. so if you were feeling particularly distraught by your hormones that month, you’d call your boyfriend.

“baby,” you mutter into your phone, staring at the ceiling with an empty pack of chips on your belly. “when are you home?”

“hour left.” there’s the sound of metal scraping against asphalt, then a tool falling. his sigh crackles through the speaker. “you okay?”

your eyes tear up.

“no.”

he’s home in twenty-two minutes.

the front door slams. heavy boots drop to the floor in two familiar thuds followed by the rustling of plastic bags (probably the takeout you asked for before he hung up).

he calls your name from the foyer, and you’re already reaching for him when he fills the doorway of your shared bedroom. still in his worn carhartt pants, a smudge of grease coating his forearm.

the moment he spots you, his tired, pale gaze softens.

“i love you,” you whine as he approaches, willing him into bed with a single, pitiful look.

his jaw ticks, and though he doesn’t say it back (he rarely does), he doesn’t have to anymore. not when his hand slides under the blanket and finds your belly, palm warm and calloused, pressing hard where it hurts most.

“want me to help?” he rasps against your neck, already curled into your side like a guard dog.

you know what help meant during these days. towel down, clothes off, and fucking all the cramps out of your body until you fell asleep with his cock still inside you.

“yes.”

he doesn’t wait, mouth crashing to yours in hunger, then softer across your forehead, eyelids, and the hinge of your jaw. he sucks a bruise into your neck until you’re grabbing at his shirt, which is how he knows you’re ready.

“on your back,” he commands.

you obey, letting your legs lie slack on the mattress.

his kisses travel down your belly, shoving your ratty t-shirt up to your ribs. his lips drag over the scorching skin where the heat pack just sat. he bites the soft flesh of your hip, then soothes it with his tongue.

“ryo,” you bite your lip.

his eyes flicker up from your waist, mid-nip. “yeah?”

“you don’t have to.”

“i know,” he kisses your hip, just above the elastic of your panties. “i want to.”

he hooks his fingers into your shorts and yanks, taking your underwear with. the cool air hits your slick, aching core and you gasp. he’s already there, hands shoving your knees apart so he can settle his broad shoulders between your thighs.

“scoot down, baby.” he instructs, grabbing your hips with those big, strong hands and pulling you further down the bed. 

you’ve had sex on your period before. sukuna never minded the grit and grime of it all, and a part of you wondered if, really, he found a personal pleasure in fucking his girlfriend while she bled.

the first time you’d been shy about it, he’d looked at you like you’d grown a second head. 

it’s just blood, he’d say. i’m a grown man.

but this was different. 

because this time, he wanted to eat you out.

“fuck,” he breathes, placing either hand on your thighs and pressing. his eyes are narrowed, lips parted in awe at your pussy.

he leans in, breath tickling your skin as he continues assaulting your thighs with kisses and bites. you’re already squirming when he dives deeper. the flat of his tongue licks a long, vulgar stripe from your entrance riiiiight up to your clit.

“ryo, baby,” you whine, hips bucking. “please don’t be a tease, i’m–”

he wraps his arms around your thighs, locks you down in place, then devours you whole. his mouth is ravenous, pressing flush against your cunt like he’s been starving for it all damn day.

and sure, he’s eaten you out countless times before, but it’s never felt this lewd.

he laps at your slit, hot and messy, then dips his tongue inside just to feel you clench. you slap your hand over the back of his head, fingers threading through the pink locks to pull him closer into you.

“kuna–”

he latches onto your clit and suckles hard. between those quick, ruthless flicks, you can feel the smug curl of his smirk digging into your folds.

“taste so fuckin’ good, bunny,” his voice rumbles against your pussy. “can’t believe you never let me do this before.”

you were far past coy and shame, your back arching with the taut feeling brewing in your gut. 

and then, as if his hot tongue wasn’t enough, he shoves two thick fingers inside your red-slick entrance without warning. the stretch is perfect, and before you can even gasp at the fullness, he begins to curl them. they press against your favorite spot over, and over, and over until you’re practically vibrating from stimulation and itching to cum.

and when your hips buck into him again, your boyfriend chuckles against you. he sucks on your clit a final time, popping off with an obscenely wet sound that makes you shudder.

“suku,” you breathe heavily, gazing down at the mop of messy hair peeking over your hips. “don’t stop yet…”

kuna’s eyes are blown with desire, a smirk tugging at his mouth. like a wolf after a hunt, his mouth is stained with a wash of red that suddenly looks torturously attractive to your sex-drunken mind. why haven’t you let him do this before?

he pulls out of you, slick digits rubbing slow, messy circles against your clit for a few languid moments. you’re pretty much ready to burst, eyes shut as you moan raggedly, before he suddenly decides to detach from you completely.

“no,” you whine, feeling the coil in your belly unwinding. “no, no–”

but when your eyes open again, he’s already lying flat on his back, pulling you by the hips.

“sit on my face,” he instructs.

your eyebrow rises, still delirious from your near-climax. “sit on your–”

but you’re being yanked on top of him already, his hands tights against your waist. you yelp at the sudden shift in gravity, leaning your arms against the bedframe for balance.

you look down and–

oh.

his face is right beneath you. slick lips and a sweat-glazed forehead, his dark eyes staring hungrily at your hovering cunt like it’s his last meal.

“sit.”

he doesn’t wait for you to oblige, pulling you down hard. your clit hits his nose, pussy smothering his mouth, and then he gets to work.

his tongue thrusts into your entrance, then drags a looooong, hard stripe up your entire slit. he’s groaning into you, the deep vibrations shooting straight up your spine.

“oh,” your breath catches, “oh, fuck.”

his strong arms flex around your thighs, fingers digging into the soft skin there. and when his pace increases, you feel his nose flicking against your clit with every lap. the sound is obscene. little lap lap lap’s of wetness filling the room alongside your mewls.

so with your body trapped and your orgasm waiting just around the corner, you decide to chase it. 

you grind desperately against his face, tits bouncing from the recoil as your pussy rubs greedily against his warm mouth and tongue. his face is smeared with slick, barely able to catch a breath, yet sukuna doesn’t stop.

he takes your pussy like a champ, praising you with low growls that shoot straight through you. his hands travel up to your hips, tracing slow circles like he’s telling you it’s okay, baby. this is how i show my love. use me as you like.

so you do.

through your milky gaze, you catch a glimpse of him looking up at you with those dark, narrowed eyes and a slight furrow in his eyebrow. almost feels like he’s grinning.

and then, just when you thought he couldn’t get any hotter, you feel him chuckle darkly against your clit.

“gonna cum,” you whine. he’s still working steadily at your clit, alternating between long licks and sharp suckles until the coil in your belly reaches an apex. “i-i’m gonna fuckin’ cum–”

he groans against your clit one last time, and the sensation finally sends you over the edge. 

“ryo–” you moan. “ryo, ryo, ryo–”

you cum with your head thrown back, knuckles white on the headboard and your thighs clenching so hard you nearly suffocate him. he keeps lapping you through it, drinking in every little sound and spasm until your vision whites out. 

your hips continue gyrating lazily against him until you’re a babbling, flushed mess.

“atta girl,” you catch when the ringing in your ears subsides, feeling his lips press a wet kiss to your oversensitive clit. “so fuckin’ pretty like this.”

you use the remnants of your energy to collapse next to him with a loud, satisfied exhale.

he pulls you into his side. you smile in delirium, half-naked and probably a total mess from the waist-down. but you’re so sleepy, and he’s so warm, and you’re in that short moment after climax when nothing matters; you’d change the sheets later.

you’re drifting already, limbs feeling like lead when the mattress shift as he stands up. there’s the rustle of fabric, then footsteps, but you’re too tired to tell him stay.

then a damp towel presses against your thighs, hips, and pussy. enjoying the coolness, you breathe peacefully, letting your sweet boyfriend clean you up from the mess he made.

he crawls back in once he’s done, pulling you into his chest.

“cramps gone?” he asks.

you nod against him, boneless and golden. “thank you.”

“mhm,” his palm finds your belly again, lips pressing to your temple. “just for my girl.”

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[erenlav]

husband!satoru when you keep kissing his face when he’s talking

satoru loved hearing himself talk. which was unfortunate for you. because once he started talking, he never seemed to stop.

today’s topic happened to be something about a movie he had watched yesterday. you had stopped paying attention five minutes ago.

“and then the guy looks at him and actually-“ 

you leaned over and kissed his cheek. satoru paused. “…anyway,” he continued. “then he was like-”

another kiss. this time a little closer to the corner of his mouth. he blinked. “are you listening?”

you nodded. “mhm.”

“good.” he continued. “so then-“

kiss.

his sentence died immediately. you tried not to smile. “what was that for?” he asks, pouty.

you shrugged. “wanted to.”

satoru stared at you for a second before continuing. “right. as i was saying-“

kiss.

“hey.”

kiss.

“seriously.”

kiss.

you could see him fighting back a smile.

“you know,” he says, trying to sound annoyed, “most wives let their husbands finish speaking.”

you hummed. “i’m not most wives.” 

he rolled his eyes. “obviously.”

satoru tried one last time. “so the movie ends and-“

you grabbed his face and kissed the tip of his nose. silence. he stared at you. you stared back.

“…forgot what i was talking about.”

you smiled. “finally.”

“don’t sound so happy.”

he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap. “you did that on purpose.”

“did what?”

“made me forget.”

you smiled innocently. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

satoru narrowed his eyes. then immediately kissed your cheek.

once. twice. three times.

until you were laughing and trying to push him away. “okay, okay!”

“no,” he said, grinning against your skin. “i wasn’t finished talking.”

“you literally forgot.”

“details.”

he kissed your forehead. then your cheek. then the corner of your mouth.

“will you ever let me talk?” he asks.

you kiss him to shut him up, wrapping your hands around his neck. his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer. 

“okay i would actually rather kiss you than talk.” he smiles and pecks your lips.

you grin and smush his cheeks. “cuteness aggression….”

[hbasdevotion]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Toji comes back from the gym tired to see his wife and son sleeping together in the living room.

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you had a habit of sleeping at random times. you could be cooking and suddenly get the urge to put everything down and dive into your fresh, linen sheets.

something that would usually happen is you waiting eagerly for your husband, Toji to come back home from somewhere. you would try your hardest to stay up late, sending Toji a message.

“baby, can you leave the gym early? i can’t sleep without you.” the message would read.

a couple of minutes would pass and Toji is cracking the door open quietly because he already knows the view he is going to fathom.

you, splayed cross the sheets, snoring away the night as if you weren’t begging Toji to come back home like he neglected you and left his beautiful wife sleep deprived.

Toji sighs, taking in what he is seeing.

“Figured.” he scoffs, tongue pressing against his inner cheek.

but after you had megumi, it only got worse. you would spend your afternoons co-sleeping with megumi taking up Toji’s side of the bed.

you would get told multiple times by family and your husband to put Megumi down before he becomes addicted and deprived from your motherly pheromones and refuses to sleep in his crib.

“baby, please put the damn kid down. he isn’t letting you breathe, let alone relax.” is something you would regularly hear from Toji.

ofcourse you wouldn’t listen. who would want to put down their cute, chubby baby who was attached to them and couldn’t sleep without their mom next to them?

tonight was another case of you and megumi being attached by the hip.

you have been curled up on the couch for the past 15 minutes with Megumi melted on top of your chest. you were breastfeeding him until he fell asleep, arms spread across your chest. his cheek was squished against your chest, forming a dumpling shape. he was pouting and lightly snoring from almost drowning in breast milk.

apparently, you soon followed, arms wrapped around Megumi with one leg hoisted up on top of the coffee table. you were also lightly snoring. one of your breasts was still exposed, glistening at the bud with milk.

isn’t snoring a sign of overworking? i mean you did overwork yourself…… by setting up a sleeping spot for you and Megumi to take a nap together, leaving Toji out of the picture. but either way, you did spend a lot of time cooking.

the living room was surprisingly tranquil with hypnotic chirps coming from the kitchen window cracked open to let out the smell of ripe passion fruit from the kitchen after you spent 3 hours baking passion fruit cheesecake.

but either way, you still ended up snoring on the couch after the day ended, as usual.

the front door clicked shut with a groan escaping Toji’s lips. his feet shuffling can be heard from the living room where you and your son were snoring in sync, his palm fisting your shirt from comfort.

Toji reaches the kitchen and drops his duffle bag on the floor near the island counter. he had an exhaustion only his wife could get rid of — an exhaustion he would always run to you to relieve.

“what a fucking day….” toji exhaled, later sucking in all the tension with his breath.

he rubbed his hands over his face, like he could wipe away the exhaustion off with it, but it only came back heavier when he dropped his hands.

he leans over the counter, back hunched with his forearms layed flat, crossed against the cold, marbled counter. his head drops onto the counter while a whine escapes his lips.

all he really wanted was to see his wife, touch his wife — or fuck, even know she was alive, yet he was too tired to move. his back muscles were sore from working out while his forearms felt heaviness from his body weight shifting to them while hunching over the counter.

after a few minutes of fighting against his will to just sleep standing with his strong musk lingering on his skin after the gym, he makes his way to your shared bedroom. the door creeks open to an empty bed with Megumi’s pacifier layed in between the crumpled sheets.

toji calls out softy, as if he diddnt have the energy for anything louder.

“sweetheart…?”

he leans against the door, clutching his tricep with his head leaning against the wooden plates framing the door.

‘where’s my baby?’ he questions himself, confused as to why his wife wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

he sighs and pushes himself off to look for you around the house. his feet pace around the hallways of your guys’ breezy house, searching for any signs of his loving wife.

he reaches the living room and sees you asleep harmoniously. your hair was ruffled against the couch, each strand spread across the headrest. your chest was heaving slowly, moving Megumi’s head back and forth against your chest. your sons hand was fisting at your shirt, jumbling the soft fabric against his fist. your breast was still uncovered, resting near Megumi’s head.

the dim light was radiating on your skin, giving yourself a sunset glow. your breathing was synched to your son, making the melody tranquil.

Toji’s expression softened, eyebrows lifting naturally from his eyes. it’s not surprising to see his wife sleeping with his backstabbing son who was taking his wife away from him, though that was not was he was thinking at the moment.

all he could think about was how tired his wife could of been from taking care of his son to be able to sleep in the middle of breastfeeding.

he makes his way to where you were sleeping, standing above you. he takes in the sight of everything and leans forward, muscled hands bracketing your head. he leaves a lingering peck on your forehead, sighing away his burnout.

“by babies are always tired..” he breathed.

he picks up megumi and coddles him while walking heavily, back muscles sore from work. he steps into megumi’s nursery, kicking the door open with his toes. he places him in his crib, covering him with a blanket and pecking his chubby cheek. megumi makes a few noises of sighing and whining before drifting away to sleep.

Toji quietly closes the nursery door, pushing the door handle down and pulling the door so it doesn’t make a ‘click’ sound, possibly waking him up.

he comes back to you, sliding his hands under you, one hand under your ribs while the other is under your knees. he lifts you up effortlessly, leaving a warmth of your body lingering on the couch. he carries you with tenderness like you’re made out of cooled down molten glass.

the whole trip to the bedroom, you stayed asleep, eyelashes fluttering. your fist gripped his shirt for balance, feeling the warmth of his body heat bleeding into your palm.

he placed you down gently, wary of waking you up from your peaceful snooze. he pulls your shirt, finally covering your exposed breast from the cold breeze. the sheets were cool, contrasting your body. he leaves a warm kiss on your jaw, carefully stepping back. you curl into the sheets, looking for something warm.

something similar to your husbands touch.

Toji rips off his shirt, pulling it over his head from the hem. his sweatpants soon follow, accompanying his discarded shirt. he is left in black, Calvin Klein Boxers with his print visible. he walks around to the other side of the bed, sighing and slipping into bed with you. his forearm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer to him. he curls into you, forming a ‘c’ shape.

you slowly start to wake up, yet still in dreamland, only his warmth on your back being sensed. he groans into your neck, leaving kisses throughout your neck and nape. his hand tightens, not being able to hold back his need for you after a rough day. his calloused hand kneads into your stomach.

you turn around, now facing him.

“hey baby, i missed you.” he coos.

you softly smile, eyes still heavy. you wrap your arms around his neck, moving lower than you already were — as if you could get any closer. he giggles, nose touching yours.

he leads you into a passionate kiss, gripping your hip and jerking it forward. his kiss feels refreshing, like it was exactly what you were looking for. you lean in, caressing his cheek. you let go, head leaning backwards to fully see his face. he looks as if he is love drunk from a simple, casual kiss.

“i missed you too sweetheart, i was waiting for you.” you palm his face while whispering.

a sudden jolt of noise makes you flinch, eyes widening.

Megumi’s crib makes a creek sound, frightening you.

“where my baby… Toji?” you ask confused.

“for fucks sake, i put him in his crib. he was asleep, leaving you restless. the fuck does he want now?” he puffs out.

you turn to look at the baby monitor, witnessing Megumi standing on his feet, gripping the crib bars. his face was visibly wincing and showing fear. he was crying and looking around the room as if he was searching for his mom.

“my baby’s awake Toji.” you throw his hand off from across your waist.

you push the blanket off of you, placing your bare feet onto the cold tiles of the bedroom, quickly getting up to comfort him. Toji scoffs, throwing his forearm across his forehead.

“the fucking brat. always putting me out of my misery.” he groans.

“and i was her baby first.... fucking prick.”

a/n: computah! don’t post for a month and come back w a basic oneshot. oh yeah, and also don’t do any of your college courses summer work! that’ll do it!

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[miasaslvt]

WHERE IS MY FAMILY😭😭

[lilithkleia]

your fwb frat!sukuna is a massive softie !

frat!sukuna, who first insisted that your relationship was strictly sex, nothing more—with some flimsy excuse about how he doesn’t have the time for a relationship, doesn’t have the time to commit to something that serious, and about how a relationship would only drag him down.

so he does what any good friend situationship?would do—he shows up to your place, fucks you until you can’t remember your own name, and leaves before something in his chest convinces him to stay.

frat!sukuna, who has to have you facing him to cum, something about just looking at your face contort in pleasure while you take him in, the way tears rim your eyes while he thrusts into you languidly—he simply can’t bring himself to cum if he isn’t look at you and your pretty face drunk on his cock.

frat!sukuna, who tries to walk out of your apartment the second he’s done with you, but he just can’t bring himself to do it. so he lingers, hovers around your sleeping form until you finally drag him back under your sheets, calling him ridiculous while he presses soft kisses to the back of your neck.

frat!sukuna, who has your drink order memorised to perfection, always leaving your sugary concoction of a drink on your desk before each class begins with a scrawled on note that says ‘don’t get any ideas.’

frat!sukuna, who never denies anything when his frat brothers start calling you his girlfriend—it’s too much work to correct them, he says, but you don’t miss the way his cheeks tinge the same shade as his hair every single time one of them pats him on the back and calls you his girl.

frat!sukuna, who always has to have you close to him, with his arm slug around your shoulders or wrapped around your waist when he’s near you.

“it’s to make sure you don’t run away.”

“now, why would i do that?”

frat!sukuna, who almost decks toji in the face when he sees him flirting with you, his split lip curled into a girl while you laughed at his stupid jokes and for one second, sukuna’s afraid he’s going to lose this, that he’s going to lose you.

frat!sukuna, who starts tiptoeing around the idea of a relationship, insisting he takes you on dates—taking you out to fancy restaurants and late night bike rides when he knows exam stress starts to take over your brain. he’s spent enough time around you to know everything there is to know, but what sukuna doesn’t know is how to handle a relationship.

frat!sukuna, who’s been treating you like his girlfriend since the start, never skipping aftercare, always being there at your every beck and call—and avoiding every girl that had eyes for him like the plague since he met you.

“good god, did she neuter you, kuna?” toji slurred between drinks while sukuna tried to dodge the sorority girls coming his way.

“shut up.”

frat!sukuna, who’s softer during sex now, worshipping your body endlessly, covering you in soft kisses and bites marks before he eats you out like a man starved.

frat!sukuna, who’s basically a guard dog around you, glaring at everyone who so much as shows even mild interest in you, clinging to you like a needy puppy every second of the day that he possibly can.

frat!sukuna, who has words stuck in his throat every single time he tries to ask you out, always stuttering out nonsense he didn’t mean to say because, what if you turn him down? and what if there’s someone better?

frat!sukuna, who gets you a massive bouquet of your favourite flowers, showing up to your apartment in the dead of night, flowers scrunched in his hand, his chest heaving when he finally asks you out.

frat!sukuna, who tries to hide his flustered face when you finally say yes, spinning you around in his arms while he kisses the top of your head—because after all the mental gymnastics he’s done to have you in his arms, he finally gets to call you his girl.

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[lunarkyn]

੭﹕ take me back (go away, go away) ! ╰ ex-convict! ryomen sukuna x reader c/w: nsfw. fem reader w fem anatomy. modern non-curse au. established relationship. slight dub-con at first. jealousy, hurt/comfort-ish, p slapping, fingering, unprotected piv, he whimpers a lil. lots of petnames, kind of toxic (we like it), happy ending ! <3 1.9k w/c.

The last time you saw your husband, he was being crammed into the backseat of a squad car, half-listening to one officer as he was informed of his rights while the other cop stressed over finding a pair of cuffs big enough to fit him.

Salmon hair tufted up and tussled from the bar fight he’d gotten into a few hours earlier, a lovely shade of plum already bruising on his jaw. Blood flecking the white collar of the shirt you’d ironed for him this morning because he apparently couldn’t help but make situations worse by running his mouth and getting into it with the law enforcement, too.

You’d hoped that a few months in lockup would sober him up a little. That he’d finally learn some manners and quit getting into stupid, avoidable shit, maybe develop an urge to settle down and plant some roots rather than chase the adrenaline rush of quick money and crappy jobs.

The grin he flashed through the car window as they finally slammed it shut said otherwise. 

Less than half a year later, he was back.

Ruining your first date since serving him a divorce by literally ripping the locked screen door off the hinges just to get inside the house. Somehow growing even bigger during his short stint inside, his shoulders had broadened and his arms had thickened, the same shirt he’d been arrested in now stretched taut on every thick limb. The top buttons were popped open, one missing like it burst straight off of him. 

Atleast he’d cleaned the blood off.

You could only watch in shock as he grabbed your date by the scruff and yanked him back like a wayward dog, dragging him out of your home and tossing him onto the gravel just past the front porch. Hearing a wet crack and the screech of tires, still standing there dumbfounded.

How the fuck had he gotten out when he clearly hadn’t learned his lesson yet?

“What a loser,” Sukuna grumbles as he re-enters, rubbing his reddening knuckles and surveying the damage to the front door. Biceps flexing in the stretched-thin cotton as he lifted up the frame and started trying to fruitlessly fix the damage he’d caused.

“What the fuck are you—”

“Got out on good behavior,” your soon-to-be ex-husband cuts you off, glancing sidelong at you in something almost like an apology for doing so. Finally giving up on fixing the door right then and propping it up against the front of the house and coming inside, making sure to wipe his boots at the door and shuck them off, nudging it closed softly rather than the usual thump and clatter. “Gonna cook dinner. What are you in the mood for?”

“Are you serious?” you huff, swivelling on the ball of your foot to stomp towards the phone, the baseball bat tucked beneath the sofa, anything to send him packing. “I want you out of this house. I can’t believe you think you can just waltz back in here and throw him out like that, you must be out of your fucking mind—”

Before you can reach either option, he’s behind you in a single step, thick arms looping around your waist and bringing you back until you’re flush to his chest, Sukuna’s entire body bends over yours, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. The heat of his body envelops yours, so familiar that you can’t help but find yourself almost leaning back into him, heart craving the touch of your other half even as your mind reminds you of all his wrongdoings.

“I said I was sorry, woman,” he mumbles against you, his strong, sturdy nose gliding along the curve of your shoulder to your neck, brushing all the way up to gently nibble the shell of your ear. 

You scoff. “No, you didn’t.”

“No? Hm. Could’ve sworn I did,” Sukuna frowns, that handsome set of full lips brushing kisses to your hair. He hums in thought. “Ah, I know- maybe it was the shock of seeing my darling girl letting some white-haired wimp in our home.”

He slips a hand from your hip, tracing the soft curve of your waist and following it past your navel, four large, thick fingers spreading to cup your mound. Under different circumstances, you might’ve argued a little longer, but… well. 

Of all the flaws Sukuna had, you knew he certainly didn’t have any issues making up for them tenfold with the amount of pleasure he could give you.

“Letting him touch her…”

Sukuna’s fingers push beneath the hem of your dress. Teasing the lace you’d worn for your date, he grunts in displeasure at the idea that you’d even wear it to begin with for another man, prying it aside and smearing his thumpad in rough, firm circles over your clit.

It was almost embarrassing how soaked you were already. Strings of webby slick dripping onto his skin as his other fingers inch lower, spreading and teasing your wet folds just to pat a couple harsh slaps to your fluttering hole. A shiver of pleasure rolls up your spine, knees weak and trembling just from the contact, held up just by Sukuna’s bulky arm beneath your midsection while he continues to rub and flick your clit.

Lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice roughens, warm breath coming out in soft puffs that tickle the sensitive skin. “Did he fuck my wife, too?”

Your pussy clenches shamefully, but you still dig your heels in for a little longer. It was the least you could do to get back at him for all the stress he’d put you through. “That was the plan for tonight.”

“Tch.”

Before you can even think to question what that meant, he’s pushing you forward and bending you over the back of the sofa, one palm pressing against your back while the other works on his belt. Snapping open the metal clasp and tugging the leather strip from the beltloops just to toss it aside, letting it clatter to the floor uselessly.

“You should’ve called me,” Sukuna grumbles, his hips rocking forward against your ass, the very prominent bulge in his jeans grinding between the plush of your thighs, the cold zipper sending a wave of chills through your swollen folds and up your spine. 

“Kid looked like a two-pump chump,” he adds on jealously. “He wouldn’t have been able to take care of you.”

Your hands bunch the couch pillows, rocking back against him now despite every rational thought telling you not to. What would your attorney think, seeing you back with the man you’d sworn off so little months ago?

“Mmmh. Not like you could do any better from the jailhouse.”

Sukuna scoffs. “What do you think I was doing while I was locked up, woman?”

“Clearly not learning any lessons,” you retort just as quickly.

His fat fingers slap down on your puffy cunt again, earning another spasm of your body as a gush of syrupy slick leaves your slit. “Don’t smart mouth me.”

You shiver, giving into his conversation demands. “Fine. What were you doing?”

He leans back just long enough to unzip his jeans and push them down, one fist wrapping around his base and tugging on the shaft a few times before finally lining himself up to your velvet entrance. Rubbing along your slit and between your folds, pushing just past the first ring of resistance and stretching you open around a size you’d once been able to accommodate with ease.

Distance certainly made something fonder.

“Thinking about you,” your ex-husband murmurs behind you, slowly pushing in still. Taking his sweet time filling you back out again and letting you acclimate to his sheer size. “Of all the mistakes I’d made, and h-how- ohh..”

“Did you just stutter?” you blurt in surprise, trying to lift yourself up a little and peek over your shoulder, just to have your head pushed right back into the couch. Only getting the slightest peek at how Sukuna’s cheeks and ears were dusted with a bright red that rivalled the pinkest hues of his hair. “Oh- oh.”

Lightning scatters across your body as he finally shoves forward and glides his cock home with a wet schhhlick sound, his thick fingers pinching and playing with your clit to ease the overwhelming burn. Grinding the fat head of his cock up against your innermost walls, he gives you a few seconds to adjust, grunting when you tighten up on him instead.

“Five months, three weeks, and six days,” Sukuna recounts in a huff. “That’s how long I sat in  that rusted ol’ cell. Couldn’t think straight, couldn’t live without you. And here you are, letting some other man come into our home and think he has a chance with my wife.”

His thumb presses on your swollen pearl and swirls. “Did you really think he’d be able to take care of you the way I did?”

“Nngh- no.”

“Thought not.”

You barely choke out a moan before he pulls back and shoves forward again, immediately setting a rhythm you have no hopes of following. Adjusting his hands to grip on either side of your hips and bouncing you up and down his length, his body folding forward until his chest pressed down on your back.

“Would he handle all your bitch-fits?” Sukuna pants into your ear, voice all husky and rough at the edges. “Let you crawl all over him afterwards like an animal in heat?”

“M-maybe,” you huff. Reaching over your shoulder just to grab a handful of his hair and tug, earning a loud groan from your other half. “Should call him back and ask him.”

Sukuna scoffs. “Hah.. funny. You’ve got jokes now, huh?”

“Had a lot of time to practice,” you retort, the thin thread holding your sanity together already starting to fray under his mean, steady strokes. “What was it again? Five months, three weeks, and…?”

“Six days,” he grunts.

“Right.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” Sukuna’s lips plant messy kisses along your shoulder, hips picking up the pace as your walls constrict around him. Spreading his fingers between your folds and swirling his callused fingerpads in rough patterns over your needy clit to drive you to the edge. “I’ll do better.”

You moan into the couch cushion as he fucks you right over the precipice, every thrust punching the air from your lungs. His heavy balls smack against your clit as you squeeze around him, gushing out a wave of release that slicks over his thick cock and drips onto the floor beneath you.

Sukuna’s hand lifts from your hip to grab your hand, twisting his own until your fingers are intertwined with his. Wrapping himself around you tight as his hips stutter and broken rasps of your name escape his lips, thrusts turning sloppy as spurts of cum flood your cunt and paint your inner walls milky white.

“Please,” Sukuna pleads, almost whining as his hips stir the mess around, refusing to pull out yet. The scratch of his five o’clock shadow rubbing up against your cheek as he turns your face to look at him, dark eyes molten with an honest, unabashed adoration. “Give me one more chance.”

You twist in his arms, the angle clumsy and awkward, just to meet him for a quick peck that deepened quickly, pulling back out of breath and licking his spit off your lips.

“One more,” you concede with a sigh, watching as his entire demeanor lit up. “If you fuck up again, you’re gone for good, Ryomen. I’m serious this time.”

“Mmh. I won’t. Promise.”

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[kaliraees]

𝒯oji gets tired of you whining for him to go faster, so he flips you over and makes you ride him and do all the work.

1.4k words, quick read 𝑓𝑡. rough!toji ( +18 )

The apartment was quiet except for the low, rhythmic and ragged sound of your own breathing.

Toji didn't look like a man who was currently holding your hips in a vice grip, pinning you to the mattress while he took his time. He looked completely unbothered. His hair was a bit messy, sticking to his forehead with a light sheen of sweat, but his eyes were entirely steady, fixed on your face with a lazy, satisfied smirk. He was pacing himself, deliberate and agonizingly slow, ignoring the way you were clutching at his broad shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin.

"Babeee, please," you whined, your voice thick and dazed. The friction was driving you out of your mind, a sweet, heavy ache building deep in your core. You arched your back, trying to force a quicker pace, but he just chuckled.

"Please what, princess?" he teased. He shifted just a fraction, hitting a spot that made your toes curl and a pathetic gasp slip past your lips. "You gotta speak up. I can't understand you when you're making noises like that."

"You're doing it on purpose," you cried out, your head rolling back against the pillows. Your skin was flushed, and your eyes were hooded, completely lost in the haze of what he was doing to you. "Stop playing. Faster. Just go faster."

"Nah. I like looking at you like this," he said, completely nonchalant. He leaned down, pressing a lazy kiss to the column of your neck, his stubble scraping against your skin just enough to make you shiver. "All needy and impatient. Suits you."

Then, without a single word of warning, he pulled completely out of you.

The sudden emptiness was like a physical shock. You let out a devastated whine, your hands instantly flying to his chest to push him back, but Toji was already moving. With effortless, he grabbed your waist, flipped you over, and settled himself flat on his back.

You were left stranded, sitting on his thighs, shivering from the cold air hitting your damp skin. The loss of his warmth made you desperate. Your head was spinning, your breath coming in short, uneven puffs as you stared down at him, completely overwhelmed.

Toji just linked his hands behind his head, flexing his broad chest, a wicked amused tilt to his lips. "Your turn," he said, his tone was casual, like he was asking you what you wanted for dinner. "Go ahead. Ride it."

"Toji, no, I'm tired," you whined, your voice cracking as you leaned forward, resting your forearms against his chest. You looked down at him with wide, tear-brimmed eyes, your lower lip trembling. "In…Put it back in. Please. I can't move."

"Sure you can princess," he murmured, his thumb reaching up to lazily stroke your bottom lip, dragging it down. "You want it, don't you? Look at you, you're practically shaking. Just take it."

You let out a frustrated, desperate sound, a mix of a sob and a groan. The ache between your thighs was unbearable, a loud, throbbing demand that completely overrode your exhaustion. You couldn't wait for him to change his mind. Guided by pure, unadulterated need, you shifted your weight, lifting yourself up just enough to reach down. Your fingers were trembling as you guided him to your opening, the wet, hot friction making you gasp before you even sat down.

Slowly, you pressed yourself down onto him, taking his cock back in all at once.

A heavy, low groan finally broke through Toji’s nonchalant facade, his stomach muscles rippling under your knees as he took a sharp breath. Your eyes fluttered shut, a wave of intense relief washing over you as you finally felt full again. You sank completely onto his lap, resting your forehead against his collarbone for a second, just breathing him in.

"Fuck babe.., just like that," Toji muttered, his hands coming up to rest casually on your hips, not forcing you yet, just anchoring you. "Don't stop now. You were complaining so much, let's see it."

Driven by the sheer desperation to chase that peak, you started to move. At first, it was clumsy and slow, your muscles aching from the effort, but the sensation was too good to care. You lifted yourself and sank back down, finding a rhythm that made you cry out, your head tossing side to side.

Toji didn't move a muscle to help. He just lay there, a spectator to your undoing, watching you with an intense, burning gaze. He watched the way your hips rolled, the way your boobs bounced, and the sheer, unbridled pleasure written across your face. Every time you whined his name, his grip on your hips tightened just a fraction, but he let you keep the reins. For ten minutes straight, you set the pace, completely consumed by him, riding it as if your life depended on it. You were panting, sweat dripping down your spine, your thighs burning, but you couldn't stop. You were entirely under his spell, and the feeling of his cock inside you was just magical.

"Toji... Toji, I'm close, I'm gonna—" you gasped, your voice breaking as the tension reached a fever pitch.

Suddenly, the lazy spectator disappeared.

Toji’s hands shot up from your hips, his large palms cupping your ass roughly, forcing your face down so you had to look him dead in the eye. His expression had completely hardened, the playful smirk gone, replaced by something hungry, and entirely dominant.

"Then let’s finish it," he growled.

Before you could even process the command, his right hand snapped down, delivering a sharp, stinging slap right across your bare ass. The crack of it echoed in the quiet room, the sudden spike of pain and heat sending a violent jolt straight to your core. You screamed, your internal muscles clenching around him so tightly he let out a choked hiss.

"Faster, princess. Move," he ordered, his voice dropping an octave as he slapped you again, harder this time, driving you into a frenzy.

The combination of the pain, the dirt-dirty friction, and the absolute authority in his voice broke whatever restraint you had left. You started moving frantically, your hips slamming down against his, completely wild and unhinged. Toji met you halfway now, he gripped your hips and arched his pelvis upward, driving himself deeper into you, his hand gripping your cheek so hard your lips parted, forcing you to take his deep, rough kisses while you rode him to the absolute brink.

Then the room blurred, your vision went wet at the edges, and with one final, stinging slap to your thigh and a rough upward thrust from him. You collapsed forward onto his chest, sobbing out his name as your body violently convulsed around him, entirely spent, while Toji buried his face in your neck, pulling you impossibly closer.

And right at that exact second, he came out.

You felt the sudden, thick heat of him bursting deep inside you, a heavy, pulsing torrent that felt incredibly warm against your sensitive walls. He filled you to the absolute brim, each thick pulse of his cum sending a fresh wave of aftershocks through your body. He kept thrusting up, short and intense, milking every last drop out of himself until he was panting heavily into the crook of your neck, his large frame trembling slightly against yours.

"Fuck," Toji breathed out, his voice was rough and low. He didn't pull out ; he just lay there, soaking, his hands rubbing slow, soothing circles into your lower back where the skin was still flushed from his slaps. "You really tried to drain me dry today, huh?"

You let out a weak, pathetic whine, too exhausted to even lift your head. "Shut up... you told me to go faster."

He shifted his hips just a fraction, a lazy, shallow tilt that made you whimpering as the friction caught you off guard. "And who was the one begging me to go faster a minute ago?"

"Mhhh," you whined, hiding your face deeper into his neck, your cheeks burning.

Slowly, the fog in your brain began to clear, replaced by a soft, heavy languor. He was still buried deep inside you, thick and yielding, the warmth of his cum slowly leaking out and pooling between your thighs where your skin met. It was a messy, intimate sensation that made you let out a soft, embarrassed whine, shifting your hips slightly to try and pull away.

"Uh-uh," Toji mumbled, his large hands sliding down to cup your ass, locking you firmly in place. He didn't sound tired; he just sounded incredibly pleased with himself. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Babe... it's messy," you mumbled into his skin, your voice incredibly small, dazed, and completely spent. "Let me up."

He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated right through your chest. "Stop acting like I don't see that pussy cumming every day of the week and besides I like being inside you. You're so tight, princess. Still squeezing me." he murmured, a low rumble vibrating through his chest against yours making you stay in place. He shifted slightly, the movement causing a bit of the warm fluid to slick between your thighs, making you twitch. "You’ve been a good girl today. You took every drop of it. Wet, till the end babe."

"Don't start." You complained, your voice muffled against his neck, a sleepy heat warming your cheeks at his dirty talk.

"What? I'm praising you," he chuckled, the familiar amusement returning to his tone.

He tilted your chin up, his eyes hooded but incredibly soft as he pulled you into a deep, slow kiss. It wasn't rushed or demanding like before; it was lazy, tasting of salt and heavy breathing, his tongue sliding against yours in a calm, comforting rhythm that finally made your heart rate start to slow down.

When he broke the kiss, he didn't move away. Instead, he slid his hands up your ribcage, lazily framing your breasts. He leaned his head down, pressing his face right into your chest.

"Thanks for the meal, princess," he mumbled, his voice muffled by your skin.

Before you could even process the words, he blew a loud, vibrating kiss right against the underside of your left breast.

The sudden sensation made you gasp and immediately burst into a breathless laugh, your whole body shaking. "Toji! Stop, that tickles!"

"Nope. Gotta show proper appreciation," he muttered against your skin, completely unbothered by your squirming. He moved over to the right one, his lips wrapped around your nipple. He sucked on it lazily, a slow, rhythmic pull that sent a direct, sweet ache straight back down. You let out a shaky gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as he used his tongue to swirl around the peak, kissing the soft, dark slope of your breast, that contrasted entirely with how rough he had just been, before planting a series of loud, smacking kisses all over them. "Very good. Five stars. Highly recommend."

"You are so stupid," you giggled, your hands weakly push at his dark hair, though you were smiling so wide your cheeks ached.

Toji finally chuckled, wrapping his arms fully around your waist."You're so good for me," he murmured against your skin, his voice was low as he switched again to your left breast, giving it the same slow, attention. It gave a tiny, deliberate twitch inside you, reminding you exactly who owned your body right now. "Fucking perfect." And he finally burying his face in the crook of your neck, content to just hold you there, pinned to his chest, while the sticky warmth of the aftermath settled between you.

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[riritzuu]

happy nanami day to those who celebrate 🌊✨

[nydascienceguy]

oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breath during smex!

sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((

“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.

“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.

nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.

he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.

one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breath whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(

“baby, baby. breathhh.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.

“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”

you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.

the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.

“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.

fin.

[dayndream]

─── ELECTRIC KISS ﹙ 𝄞 ﹚

Summary: Your guitarist boyfriend helps you play his electric guitar. He's just a tiny bit of a tease, but he's a sweetheart. <3

Pairing: Suna Rintaro x gn reader ┊ Word count: 355 words.

Div creds: @strangergraphics ┊ Art creds: @garfbarf on tiktok.

Suna's pale hands fixed yours on his guitar, helping you reach our for the correct notes in the song you're trying to learn. The soft coldness on his fingers was familiar for you already, brushing your skin with such gentleness that it made your heart flutter.

"Wait, c'mere," he said, with almost an unperceivable furrow on his brows, searching for a better way to teach you how to play the guitar.

His arms snaked on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he positioned your back on his chest, hugging you from behind to show you what he meant just some seconds ago. His body temperature fused with yours as his warm breath brushed your neck in a whisper.

"See now?"

Of course you didn't. You completely forgot for a moment what you were even holding, and your boyfriend's keen eyes noticed immediately, making the edge of his lips curve into a discreet smirk.

"Is someone getting a little distracted?"

The soft gasp that escaped your lips betrayed whatever you could've said in an attempt to negate his statement, which made him chuckle before leaving a sweet peck on your cheek.

"Let's try together this time, 'kay?" He invited, tapping his feet on the ground thrice to guide your hands once again when you nodded.

Hours passed and, by the moment that stars adorned the dimming sky, you already felt way more confident on your skills with the electric guitar. You could almost hear Suna's smile in the way he spoke, giving you even the tiniest advice and praising your hard work with short but sincere words.

It was pretty late already, and cuddling up with him sounded about perfect to sleep until next morning. Your head rested on his chest, long fingers sliding through your hair and massaging your scalp to help you relax, his lips reaching for your forehead softly. You were half asleep when you noticed a little sound coming from his phone; a short clip he filmed while you were practicing with his guitar. What a shame your heavy eyelids wouldn't let you see the gentle grin on his face.

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[lilithkleia]

im so ready to read this hello

[belimah]

[applepilvrr]

texts with frat!sukuna except you’re scared of him

note : this is part three! view part one here.

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