the only cw im gonna bother for this is mentions of drinking pee at the end (this is completely unedited sorry)
pervert!reader who's obsessed with feeling sukuna up every and any time she can. whether it's his huge pecs or his ass — he's not getting a break. and if he's being problematic outside (god knows the man has no manners even when talking to strangers)?
one of your hands is sneaking behind to sharply squeeze one of his cheeks so he chokes right on his words.
pervert!reader who's all up on sukuna the moment he gets back from the gym.
sukuna grunts in surprise, slightly taken aback — even more so when you abruptly start sniffing his sweat-slick skin.
contrary to popular opinion, sukuna is actually a very clean man — ideally after he gets back from the gym, he's making a beeline to the shower.
which is what he tries to do right now, firmly attempting to push you aside.
instead you stay clinging onto him… and actually stick your tongue out to lick a long wet stripe up the salty skin of his neck.
"quit it," he hisses as you grin against him. "lemme go shower."
"i could clean you off with my tongue," you tease, licking him again — this one sends a shiver up his spine. "i like you like this."
"sweaty and disgusting?" he grumbles.
sukuna feels a bit scandalized by the way you're already borderline humping his leg as you nod eagerly.
pervert!reader who likes to get a sniff of his armpits when she can.
the first time you sneak up behind him to take a curious sniff he actually flinches and looks at you like a rabid dog that's bit him.
"what the hell are you doing?!"
you hum and step closer, grabbing one beefy bicep to lift it and take a long sniff this time — and nearly moan. "ohmygod you smell so good—"
truly he does — not bad because he showered this morning, but it's been long enough that his natural masculine scent has returned.
"stop that, you're disgusting," he growls. "it's not even noon and you're perving out on me."
"i'm not weird, it's the pheromones."
"no, you're definitely still weird."
pervert!reader who begs him not to shave his happy trail or pubic hair.
and part of the foreplay before he gets head always involves you placing wet kisses down the line of dusty pink (he tries to hide it but he’s strangely sensitive on his stomach) before finally burying your nose in the coarse hair and taking a deep inhale.
"are you done."
"never."
pervert!reader and playing with his soft dick. randomly yanking his boxers down when you're chilling together to pet his flaccid cock and fawn all over it. going as far as to even squish it between two fingers like some kind of specimen.
"is this all i am to you? some object of interest?"
you don't even look at him, flopping it back and forth.
he doesn't know how to feel about that.
"i don't have a penis which means you have to share yours… can't believe you just walk around with this thing in your pants."
sukuna groans as you move on to curiously sliding the foreskin back. "does this hurt?"
"no."
"really? it looks like it hurts."
"do you think i'd let you be doing that if it hurt?"
needless to say, sukuna gets a whole cock and balls exam because you seem to be utterly entranced by his genitalia.
that ends with him jerking as you suddenly take his soft dick into your warm, wet mouth.
his fingers curl into his fists, jaw clenching. "woman, don't play games with me."
your mouth is busy but he can see your eyes gleam as you feel him start to grow stiff and swollen in your mouth as he twitches. and when your experiment is finally completed to satisfaction and you try to pull off?
his hand comes down on your skull to hold you in place. "nope. you started this — now you're going to finish it."
pervert!reader who loves sucking sukunas nipples.
the first time it happened you were sleeping next to him bare chested, one nipple right out of reach from your mouth. so of course you leaned in to capture the small bud, swirling your tongue around it.
he tenses and flinches, muttering something under his breath… but as you reach up to massage his other nipple too, sukuna realizes he doesn't hate it.
now your favorite thing to do is suck his nipples till they're flushed and swollen as you jerk him off till he's trying so hard not to whimper and tug your head closer to where your mouth is latched on
pervert!reader who actually gets offended when he goes to pee without inviting her.
seriously, if he has to piss? you're both going to the bathroom to his irritation (joy).
"can i hold it?" you ask sweetly, standing right next to him as he unzips his pants.
"no. you have fucking shit aim."
"that wasn't my fault!" you defend yourself. "your stream changed trajectory like midway through."
"this isn't convincing me."
he catches a rather devious look in your eyes. which never means a good thing.
"pee in my mouth."
he stares at you.
"...no."
"what?? why?!"
"are you insane? that's actually disgusting—"
"i've been talking about it forever—"
"i thought it was a joke!"
you pout.
he stares at you, coming to a realization,
"you're… actually into that shit."
you're already getting to your knees.
needless to say after that it basically becomes routine — if he has to piss he's grunting at you to get on your knees so he can relieve himself in your mouth.
thinking about fem!caleb, the most notorious manhater alive, who melts the second her meimei starts sulking.
she’s got you cradled against her chest, arms locked around you so tight you can barely squirm, your cheek smushed right into the soft swell of her boobs while you huff and pout, eyes already glassy because “jiejie’s are bigger” and it’s apparently a crime against the universe.
Caleb just giggles—soft, low, that dangerous velvet sound she saves only for you—chin resting on top of your head as she squeezes you even closer.
“awww, listen to that little attitude,” she murmurs, voice dripping syrup. “all teary-eyed and pouty because your boobs aren’t as big as jiejie’s? so cute when you’re jealous, meimei.”
you make an indignant noise, trying to glare up at her, but it comes out pathetic—wet lashes, trembling lip, fingers knotting harder into the thin strap of her camisole like it personally offended you.
she tilts her head, looking down with those dark amused eyes, thumb brushing the curve of your cheek. “look at this face,” she coos, almost singsong. “all shiny and sad, pouty little mouth… do you want jiejie to kiss it better, hmm? make it all soft and happy again?”
you scoff—weak, barely-there—but immediately burrow deeper into her cleavage like it’s the only safe place left on earth.
Caleb chuckles, the sound vibrating through her chest straight into your face. “but yours are cuter, meimei,” she whispers, suddenly wicked. “they fit so perfectly in my hands~”
before you can even process, her palms are there—warm, possessive—cupping your breasts completely under the fabric, fingers finding your nipples and rolling them slow and deliberate.
you gasp sharp, whole body jerking. “and these cute little nipples,” she purrs, pinching lightly, then tugging, “so sensitive~ awww, you’re trembling already~”
your thighs press together instinctively, a tiny broken sound slipping out. she leans down until her lips brush the shell of your ear.
“do you want to suck on jiejie’s boobs to feel better, hmm? would that make my pouty meimei stop crying?”
you can’t even answer properly—just a desperate little whimper, fingers yanking her camisole down in one frantic tug. the moment your mouth closes around one stiff, flushed peak, Caleb’s head tips back with a breathy, ragged moan.
“fuck—such a needy little thing,” she gasps, cradling the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair to keep you right there. “sucking so hard… how cute~ my greedy meimei.”
she rocks you gently in her lap while you suck, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, tears still clinging to your lashes—but now they’re a different kind of wet.
“that’s it,” she breathes, voice wrecked and fond all at once. “take what you need, baby. jiejie’s got you.”
A/N : you can never have enough fem!caleb. this was supposed to be a silly little yapping but my brain did a backflip and here we're—between her boobs :3
there’s just something about having you perched on his lap, riding him senseless, that pushes rin right to his breaking point.
right now he can’t help the way his voice breaks into breathy groans – especially when he feels your slick trickling down his shaft, pooling at the base of his cock. he’s panting through gritted teeth, chest heaving as he holds you in place, veins peeking out along his lean forearms.
“s-shit… calm down,” he groans, knuckles white as he digs his fingers into your hips. you clench down around him, angling your hips to take him even deeper, mouth wide open as your moans spill out with every relentless grind. the way his thick length stretches you out so deep, the swollen tip nudging your cervix, makes your toes curl at the overwhelming sensation.
“rinnie—nghhh, fuck…” your voice comes out breathless, every bounce making you clamp down even tighter around him. “c-can’t get enough… feels too good—” your whimpers echo throughout the room, lewd and desperate, pushing him closer to the edge.
he can barely breathe, jaw clenched tight, body quivering as your needy pussy squeezes him, milking him dry with every roll of your hips. the way the plush curve of your ass collides with his pelvis as you fucked yourself dumb on his cock – sends another wave of pleasure tearing through his core. truthfully he’s fighting hard to control himself, desperate not to cum too soon like some inexperienced virgin.
but he can’t seem to help it when you look down at him with those lust-blown eyes, your plump tits bouncing in view as you moan his name like it’s the only thing you know.
his hands roam up your back, one sliding into your hair to pull you down for a messy, sloppy kiss, swallowing every whiny gasp that spills from your lips. your chest presses flush to his, sweat slick between your bodies, his heartbeat pounding wild beneath your palms. “… you’re so perfect,” he groans, voice muffled against your lips.
you pull away from the kiss to meet his gaze – teal and blown wide, filled with nothing but pure lust. his fingers sink deep into your waist as you start moving faster, desperate for more of that sweet friction only he can give. he slides one hand down to thumb your clit, rubbing quick, messy circles at your puffy folds, making your whole body jolt as the pleasure builds, leaving you trembling uncontrollably in his lap.
“want you to cum with me,” he pants, his own hips bucking up to meet yours, his pace turning sloppy and frantic. “… let yourself go for me.”
“mmngh— yesss rinnie… f-fuck—‘m closeee—!”
his composure shatters fast – his hands anchor you firmly in place, hips bucking up to meet each desperate thrust down his length as he chases his own release. “… h-here it comes,” he chokes out, eyes squeezed shut as his whole body tenses, a strangled moan ripping from his throat before you feel hot spurts of his cum flood your insides with white, his breath coming in ragged bursts.
“aagghhh please, i need it… pump me full~” you sob, your walls fluttering around him as you grind down harder, squeezing every last drop from him. your moans blend with his shaky breaths, the room thick with the scent of sex and sweat hanging in the air.
as the last jolts of pleasure die down, your skin still tingling from the high; you slump forward, breath mingling with his, foreheads pressed together as you catch your breath.
rin’s arms wrap tight around your waist, holding you close, his lips ghosting over your shoulder. “… you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” he whispers, then presses a soft kiss to your damp skin, breath still slightly shaky. “come here, let me hold you a little longer.”
as you melt into his embrace, you can’t help but smile feeling his release slowly leak out – proof of how thoroughly he’s made you come undone, and how he wouldn’t have it any other way.
it goes back to just about three days ago. the first time you ever really interacted with little dear santa happened to be helping him fix a broken piece of tech he found. you’d spent 20 minutes showing him how to solder a tiny connection. just as tamsy came in, leaning against the doorframe to watch, the boy’s project sparked to life. all three sets of eyes widened as the little boy rolled up his baggy sleeves and reached his palm out for a high five.
it was just a simple act of kindness. a wholesome one. yet it made him imagine just a little too much. how would it feel to see you helping out your own child instead? god, one that looked just like him? maybe while another one of his is cozy in your belly too? it’d be perfect.
it would have plenty of benefits too. the few times he brought it up, you always shot the same excuse over and over: “babe, this is the pit. i’m not raising a baby here.”
well, according to tamsy, it was quite the opposite. he believed it would keep you safer. you’d be occupied indoors with a baby all day. protecting you from the outside would be tamsy’s responsibility.
and that’s how you found yourself here. all glassy-eyed and hands clawing at tamsy’s arms as he’s sloppily drilling into your cunt. his eyes roll back at the feeling of your spongy, warm cunt.
it’s the first time he’s in there raw. luckily it didn’t take much to get in either. you always ask him if he’s wearing a condom—a small precaution. and you did the same today. all he needed to rasp out was a quick “ ‘course, angel.” it’s just a little white lie, you won’t know that though, will you? you’re too wet to notice if he’s actually wearing one anyways. it has your starving pussy stretching either way.
the uneven gasps and winces pulled out from you echoed off the walls. the thought that this could give you a permanent symbol of his love drives him over the edge. you’d be bound to him forever. it’s too much for him. all too much. the way you wince and lock your legs tighter around his waist whenever his tip repeatedly nudges your cervix. fuck, if this keeps going he might just—
“f-fuck, don’t let me pull out” he buries himself to the hilt with one last guttural groan, his load filling you up as he tries to push in more so it won’t leak.
it’s not long before you feel his cum sticking to you. “tam, condom! wh-where’s the condom?” you shake tamsy by the shoulders, concern taking over you.
oh yeah, that’s right, he lied to you. “the condom . . yeah. yeah—i-i think it ripped,” he says sheepishly before pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead. “sorry, angel.”
ノ[ 𝟏𝟖+ ]ㅤSYN.ㅤgrowing up, it was obvious to everyone you were a third wheel to caleb and mc. always just the annoying little sister. so when you see a crack form in their relationship, you take a chance at trying to take anything you could.
TW.ㅤpseudocest, nonmc!reader, brat taming, like one shot of alcohol, degradation, pussy slaps — wc. 1.7k
brat!reader who grew up alongside caleb and mc, but not exactly with them. you were in the periphery, always trying to include your dolls in their tea parties. but there were only two cups, not three. and there were only two chairs. not three.
brat!reader who thought her gege caleb was just so cool. he was a star in college, a star within his friend group. he shined brightest when mc was with him. you tried being a star too, you tried asking him to walk you home but apparently mc needed more safety. you tried to cheer for him at his games, but he just seemed to hear mc’s cheers better.
brat!reader who wears outfits so skimpy around caleb that he has to act like he doesn’t see her perky nipples through the thin fabric of her top. you’d bend over right in front of him to pick something you “accidentally” dropped, frolicking in your mini skirt. you always managed to dip down even lower when your panties were red — his favorite color.
brat!reader who knew caleb was a farspace colonel quite a while before mc did. did caleb tell you on his own will? no. did you call him and beg want to meet up while he was on duty? yes.
did you tell mc? no. why would you? whatever she didn’t know about him that you did made you feel . . useful. to this day she doesn’t know that you knew before her.
brat!reader who is ecstatic when she gets a call from mc, voice shaky, as she vents about the argument with caleb she just walked out from. something about him offering to build her a house and how she won’t have to see anyone ever again.
well . . all that extra info goes in through one ear and out the other as you’re already sliding on a miniskirt and tossing her a lame excuse, followed by you hanging up on her before even giving her the time to reply.
and just like, you have a reason to dilly-dally your way to his apartment!
the slate door, that mc fortunately hadn’t locked when she left, flings open under your arrival. you’re greeted by caleb’s eyes already faltering at the sight of you — hope dying as he realizes you aren’t who he was waiting for.
“whaaat, not happy to see me?” you slightly shake the bottle of red wine you bought with you, the pair of shot glasses clinking in the plastic bag hung on your pinky. “mc told me what happened. jus’ wanted to see how indirect rejection was treating you.” you croon, voice too sweet for a jab that just made his unmoving glare deeper as he watches you cross the room and step into his kitchen to uncap the wine.
as you walk to the couch, a few feet away from him, he finally says something. “if mc was the one who told you,” he grumbled, shooting you a sideways look. “then why’d you come to me?”
you pour the red liquid evenly into the two shot glasses. “because she’s crying about a cage she doesn’t understand.” just as you were about to push one glass towards him, his upper body pulls back.
“now’s not the best time for a drink.”
your brows furrow, choosing to push past his refusal and nudge the cup closer to him again. “and you’re here pretending you’re not hurt she ran away from it.”
“i don’t want a drink, for fucks’ sake!”
the sudden outrage made you flinch, grip tightening on his glass you were still holding. you exhale, letting go of his cup. “okay, okay.” you take your shot instead, letting the liquid burn a trail down your throat.
“caleb, look . . i know you’d tear apart an entire galaxy or whatever for her. but she looks at you like—” you hesitate, your nose scrunching at the thought. “. . a brother.”
he seems quiet. with the assumption that he’s warming up, you scoot a bit closer to him, eyes on your small, empty cup. “she doesn’t get it, caleb. she doesn’t get you. not anymore atleast. but, i think i . .”
your voice was oozing with certainty, like someone was finally hearing you out. until you looked up and met his gaze, already on you, sharp enough to cut. he was glaring daggers that you could feel cutting in. “don’t get ahead of yourself. and don’t talk about her like that.”
and there it is. it’s always been second nature for him to defend her. no matter what. no matter the context, no matter who was talking. it’s burned you to your core for years. the hurt flashes across your face before you can stamp it down, and a nasty, desperate part of you takes over.
“at least i wouldn’t run!” you snap, slamming the glass on the coffee table. “at least i’m not—not scared of you!”
his eyes widen, a flash of festering animosity cutting through. for a second you think he’s gonna give in and just take the shot still waiting on the table. instead his hand shoots out, grabbing your upper arm in a grip that makes you wince before he shoves you away from him. “get out.” he snaps. “get the fuck out of my apartment.” your gaze follows his finger as it points firmly towards the door.
you jolt up from the couch instantly, left hand squeezing the throbbing spot where he grabbed you. yeah, you’re mortified, but a sick thrill runs through you. you got to him. you cracked the colonel's facade. you turn and stalk towards the door, your hand on the handle, but you pause. there’s silence behind you.
there’s gears moving and turning in his head. moving in directions he doesn’t want to. your sickly words—”she doesn’t get you”— replaying over and over. you might be annoying but you’re not stupid, and you see the crack forming where your little attack lands.
“fuck it.”
his voice is rough, ragged. you turn your head slowly, brows already inching upward in triumph.
“since i’m so hurt by mc . . let’s see if you can make me feel any better, yeah?” he taunts, a challenge and a surrender all in one. the sudden shift of mood ironically makes you feel a tinge of uneasy.
your bravado falters for a second, a flicker of uncertainty in your eyes before you mask it with a sly smile. “. . mhm? and how exactly could I do that? I'm not a mind reader, you know.”
“ride me.”
the command sits in the air, stark and heavy. you hesitate just long enough before he frees himself from his trousers, pulling the waistband below his shaft. he’s big, and watching it grow felt stupidly exciting. gosh, you’ve never rode a dick before, let alone seen one this girthy.
yet you push your panties aside and climb onto him anyway.
the first inch makes it hard to breathe. the second makes your hands curl uselessly at his shoulders. by the time you’re halfway down, already a grunt-fest, caleb’s looking down where you two are connected, hands crossed over his chest, waiting for you to at least start moving.
once you’ve finally sheathed him completely, you awkwardly sit there trying to move. your hips stutter instead of rolling. it’s impossible to ride this thing. a frustrated whine escapes you before you can swallow it. he lets you struggle.
“what’s that?” he murmurs, almost curious. “that’s you riding me?”
heat floods your face. “i just . . need time picking up pace, wait!” as another pathetic grind is given to him.
caleb snorts, calloused hands suddenly coming forward to grip your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. he guides you to slide up and down slowly. too slow. once again you’re rendered useless.
he drags every inch out on purpose. “you’re the one who’s supposed to be helping me right now,” he mutters near your ear, unimpressed. “try again.”
you’re silent. you know better than to embarrass yourself again. “i . . can’t.”
it’s just a smidge above a whisper but caleb acts like he can’t hear it anyway. “you what?” he asks, acting all confused.
“ugh, i can’t!” soon after your plea he’s manhandling you over as your back hits the leather couch, spot warm where he was sat previously.
he’s still agitated, but his mind’s somewhere else now. it’s not mc. it’s on you, and it’s on how to make you stop being so fucking annoying. “you’re a useless brat, y’know?” he taunts, kneading your sensitive nipple just enough to make you squirm in your spot. “bitchy little baby sister.”
your poor pussy’s spasming around nothing as caleb keeps slightly brushing his tip on your entrance. it infuriates you how his words alone make slick pool down your folds, and how caleb can see literally all of it.
“c-caleb, plea—”
“please what?” he cuts you off and finally stops teasing you, only to lean his face closer to yours, his warm breath against your ear. “please what, meimei? please finally put you out of your misery and fuck you? is that what a useless thing like you needs.” the thick head of his dick grinds against your soaking cunt. not pushing in, just applying pressure. a choked sob’s pulled out from you.
before you can form a response, his hand leaves your breast, and his his knees back away. the cold air slaps your cunny half a second before caleb’s hand does. your body jolts at the unexpected slap, desperately trying to grab onto his forearm.
“you liked that, didn’t you?” he does it again, another wet smack to your swollen, sensitive flesh. “you think i ignored you that much? like i didn’t see you sulk when me and mc—”
“please,” you interrupt. “. . don’t think about her while you’re with me.”
for a split second, you think you said too much, again. but, to your luck, you see a grin forming on caleb’s face. he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him as his dick lays above your stomach, tip just below your belly button.
“you’re right.” he agrees. “she wouldn’t like this, any of this. but you will, won’t you, baby?”
1.1K ON THE TAMSY THINGIE??? guys thank you so so so so much and the fact that it was barely my 3rd post on there makes me so happy I dont deserve you guys ok I love you guys
ibispaintx!! itll seem tricky at first but js play around with things and you'll get the hang of it. gfx text tutorials on youtube helped me out big timeee
your relationship with rindou is still freshly new. you both first met while you were working as a barista at a local café. eventually, he started showing up so often that it became obvious he was only there for you, and it didn’t take long before he worked up the nerve to ask you out after a few flirty exchanges. the truth is, you’re a virgin, and sometimes hearing about rindou’s wild past often make you a little insecure.
still, he always reassures you that he’s willing to wait as long as you need. but right now, with him pressed up against you, you’re not exactly sure if you have enough self-restraint – not with the way he’s grinding his thick bulge against you on the couch.
“rinnie, nghhh… y-you’re making me feel things,” you whimper, your fabric-clad core pressed flush to the outline of his cock beneath his sweats, heat pooling low in your belly.
he’s rutting against you with a feverish, almost desperate rhythm, hips rolling like he’s lost all control, dragging along the thin cotton of your panties and leaving a slick patch where your arousal soaks through. every ragged breath he groans against your neck sends a shiver up your spine.
“s-shit… i know i should stop,” he pants, mouth dragging open-mouthed kisses along your throat, teeth nipping lightly as his fingers slip under your top to palm your heaving tits. “but i can’t help it— fuckk, you have no idea what you do to me…”
he can’t keep his hands off you – gripping your tits, pulling you down harder onto him, grinding you right against his clothed bulge. every time your hips meet, you swear you could feel him throb as your own hips roll in response, chasing that sweet friction.
you know you should pull away, set firm boundaries, but the way his hips buck up, grinding against you just right, makes your head tip back, a broken whine spilling from your parted lips. your thighs shake, every slow drag of friction making you clench down, slick already spreading across your cotton panties.
you’re so wet, it’s almost embarrassing and you could practically feel his cock pulse against you through the layers of fabric.
rindou groans, burying his face in your chest, voice muffled as he pants, “fuckk baby, i want you so bad… ‘need you, need to feel you inside me—” his hand trails lower, fingers dangerously close to slipping past the waistband of your panties, but he immediately stops himself at the very last second, fists clenching with restraint.
you’re both trembling right at the edge, every nerve lit up and aching for more. it’s almost suffocating, the way anticipation hangs in the air, your bodies pressed so close you can feel his heartbeat pounding against your chest. you both freeze, breathless – knowing if either of you moves, you’ll tip over the edge.
until suddenly, rindou jerks away, nearly toppling you backwards onto the cushions.
“… u-uhm baby?” you murmur, reaching for him as he runs a shaky hand through his messy hair, eyes wild with frustration. “i… i think i need a cold shower before i lose my fucking mind,” he mutters, and practically bolts out of the room before you can even process what just happened.
you’re left alone, chest heaving, pussy throbbing and soaked through your panties. shit… now you’re the one left restless, every nerve buzzing with need, wondering how you’ll survive the rest of the day after he wound you up like that and just left.
by: sourlacy ☆ no plagiarism, no posting anywhere else without permission | divider credits to @/anitalerina
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