. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑: a cute little drabble of reader who are total opposites and don't match their energy...literally
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋: silly little drabble of reader proposing to gojo satoru with a candy ring...literally. kind of a shitpost.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ❞: angst drabble of gojo falling out of love with reader and deciding to end it all in the only way he feels is right
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐘!𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔: headcanons of a nerdy gojo having a huge crush on reader who asked him to be her tutor
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄? ❞: satoru mourns over his dead wife, reader.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐈𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ❞: reader refuses to show satoru her childhood photos but he assures her that he'll love all of her, no matter what
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄: reader doesn't know what to give satoru for his birthday and instead crochets a sweater for him
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎: headcanons of how your hot sugar daddy, satoru, treats you.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎:
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍', 𝐌𝐀 ❞: cute oneshot of suguru geto comforting reader who is shambles due to motherhood, reassuring her that everything will be just fine.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐔𝐏, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘...❞: cute little headcanons and a drabble of how suguru geto is with a shy reader who doesn't ask for thinks, but hints subtly
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄... ❞: suguru geto comforts chubby!reader, letting her know that she is loved and appreciated despite her insecurities
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎:
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄?...𝐎𝐇...𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄! ❞: drabble of nanami gifting his girlfriend, reader, flowers who had never received them before
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄: drabble of your darling, nanami getting you toilet paper when you're in a dilemma
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 ❞: nanami is a little interested in reader's ass
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎:
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈: headcanons of your big strong and very caring boyfriend, toji. did i mention he's also significantly older than you?
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋...𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒❞: cute drabble of your older boyfriend toji comforting reader who feels insecure about her looks.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: a drabble of toji coming home to home cooked meal prepared by the two most important people in his life, after being alonefor so long
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈: headcanons of your strong and manly husband,toji being a house husband only for you.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎:
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎: headcanons of choso going absolutely feral and being whipped for his adorable chubby girlfriend, reader.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘? ❞: choso makes reader mad and apologizes by getting on his knees.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍:
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄...𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 ❞: drabble featuring an ooc sukuna who comforts reader struggling with her body image.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀: headcanons of how soft and caring sukuna is for his lovely girlfriend (reader). his words mean one thing, but his actions mean others.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐁𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀: headcanons of your handsome biker boy ryomen sukuna.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐑𝐀!𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀: headcanons of true form sukuna in the heian era absolutely in love with reader.
. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 ❞: sukuna apologizes to reader after upsetting her while on his knees.
This will inevitably get longer the more fandoms and characters I write for, and I will absolutely be keeping it updated. Also, if links don’t work, please lemme know and I’ll fix em :)
MDNI 18+ 〃 Ryomen “beefin’ with my chick while I’m in jail” Sukuna.
A/N: it's finally here oh rejoice i am free flies away
Criminal!Sukuna who’s scary as fuck. He’s so jacked it borders on obscene – muscles stacked on muscles and veins crawling beneath tattooed skin, shoulders stretching at the seams of his uniform. He’s got this sorta unperturbed vibe. Real musky and muscular, stalking around like he’ll beat up the first guy that looks at him wrong.
Criminal!Sukuna who got locked up for some undisclosed highly illegal bullshit nobody ever gets a straight answer about. Speculations are thrown around the prison yard – drug dealing. Drug trafficking. Body-part-trafficking. Cannibalism (yay!).
He doesn’t bother to correct anything. Just sits in the corner with an arm slung over one knee, brooding, grumbling “King of Curses, they used to call me..” beneath his breath. The nutjob.
Criminal!Sukuna who has the whole wing convinced there’s no way in hell he’s got a girl on the outside. Surely not. He’s so immature and ill-natured – even more so than his cellmate, Gojo. Which is saying something.
To the little lady who might end up having to deal with this brutish man, well.. Gojo extends his sincerest condolences. He’s fairly certain any sane person would run for the hills.
You are not sane. He supposes this is why you and Sukuna get along.
Criminal!Sukuna who lights up in the most feral way whenever your name comes up. Won’t admit it, of course. But it’s obvious how he stops pacing when the mail comes. He snatches your envelopes out of the stack like a territorial dog, scowling at anyone who looks over.
Criminal!Sukuna who sits in his cell reading pages upon pages of you calling him a brain-dead brute with no sense of decorum. Threats piling up saying you’ll break things off completely if he doesn’t clean up his act when he gets out.
He smiles anyway. Because the letters smell like your perfume. Lips splitting wide in that creepy, clinically unwell way that has Gojo surmising Sukuna must have stockholm-syndromed his way into his relationship somehow.
Criminal!Sukuna who writes back instantaneously. Pencil scritching against paper like he’s got a vendetta – and perhaps he does, because he writes venomous, downright heinous shit. All watch your tone and you won’t find a better fuck, signed with a little sketch of his dick. For good measure, of course.
𓀐𓂺 𓀐𓂸
Criminal!Sukuna who spends half his sentence arguing with you through busted-up phone receivers and glass partitions. Sometimes you’ll be face to face at the visitation area, nary a word spoken. Once, you threaten to “start seeing someone normal”, and he slams the counter so hard the whole thing jostles.
There’s something special in the way you speak to him. Like he’s an exceptionally stupid man, and not a dangerous bastard with an egregiously extensive crime record.
“Do you want to get out of prison,” you hiss, enunciating each syllable with a finger jabbed hard at the glass, “or do you want to buttfuck your cellmate?”
Sukuna’s sprawled in his chair, massive arms folded with a sleazy grin, eyes glimmering with mirth. He leans closer.
“Depends. You gonna dump me if I do?”
“Maybe.”
The phone receiver slams against the cradle on his side so hard the inmate six seats down flinches. Sukuna stands to full height, chair scraping back loud across the floor. Hunched over the counter.
“You try it,” he sneers. “See what happens.”
A normal person would back down right about now. Think: hey, this probably isn’t a healthy or sustainable relationship! I should end things right here!
You do not. Instead, you stand and collect your things, a vein pulsing at your forehead as you muster a sweet smile. “Maybe I will.”
He stares ahead three long seconds after you leave, then drops back into his chair, muttering curses beneath his breath as a reprimanding guard draws near.
Criminal!Sukuna who finally gets that long-awaited conjugal visit slot after years of good behavior (read: not slamming anyone’s head into a wall for about a week and a half). And lucky him, you’ve requested special accommodations! – a little trailer just off prison grounds.
He would’ve been fine fucking you for all to hear, too, but he digresses.
He’s half-hard just from the walk out the confine, veins prominent as his cuff-clad hands twist together. Too busy thinking to bother snarking at the guards who trail behind him.
He wonders what he’ll do when he sees you first. Maybe he’ll smirk, make a snide comment. Or maybe instinct’ll take over, and he’ll bury his face in your hair and his dick in your pussy. Who’s to say?
He’s excited. Very. In many ways.
Criminal!Sukuna who’s one foot into the trailer when he freezes up. The guards have to push him through, slamming the door behind him as his system reboots.
Something tambourines across his ribcage as his eyes meet yours, pounding, pounding– fuck. There you are.
God, he’s missed you.
“You’re staring.”
“..you’re breathing.”
“Yes, that tends to happen.”
His fingers twitch, a soft exhale escaping.
He can’t even find it in himself to be pissed. You’re so pretty. Especially when you’re mad. The angrier you get and the sharper you snap back, the brighter that little gleam in your eyes burns.
Sukuna likes it. He likes it a lot.
He likes you a lot.
The sole reason he even bothered to behave long enough to earn this visit was so he could see that exact frown on your lips once more.
Criminal!Sukuna who’s snapped out of his reverie with the telltale warning of your fingers threading through his hair.
Then those exact lips slam against his with a hiss, your teeth clashing, biting and pulling at his bottom lip as if punishing him for all the time you’ve lost.
His hands – still restrained – press into your waist.
He can’t be bothered to care.
He’s on a sugar high for the first time in months, swallowing down your sativa taste until he’s lightheaded and preening, the outline of kuna junior™ peeking out his orange garb to wave hello.
Your grip on his hair tightens, tugging when his metal cuffs digs into you. In the way. You shoot him a glare, and he snarls beneath his breath.
“Hold still, woman.”
“I am holding still, you dolt–”
There’s a sharp crack!
All you see is the flex of his forearms before the cuffs give way, steel snapping like cheap jewelry and skewing across the trailer floor.
Criminal!Sukuna who hauls you up by your thighs, slamming your back against the flimsy trailer wall so hard a framed motivational poster clatters to the floor. His mouth’s on your throat, kissing tattoos into your skin while he grinds his aching length against the warmth of your clothed cunt.
Criminal!Sukuna who swipes your panties to the side instead of bothering to take them off. There’s a wet spot where he’s been grinding that has his smile spreading mean, two fingers rubbing at your clit before dipping in and crooking up.
“No one’s been spreading you right, huh? Miss me that bad?”
“Missed the dick. Didn’t miss the mouth.”
He snorts at that. Mutters “brat” beneath his breath as he drags his fingers out, slow and glistening, smearing slick along your folds before pushing them back in deep. “Lucky the mouth missed you.”
Criminal!Sukuna who drops to his knees. More collapse than kneel, weight falling hard as he plants himself to the floor, thighs spread wide, hands gripping at your ass to pull you closer. Then he smiles up, tongue running along his molars in anticipation.
Criminal!Sukuna who eats you out like he’s starved. Who dives in with no preamble, mouth sealing over your cunt, tongue flat and broad and greedy as he drags it from your entrance up in one long, lewd-sounding swipe. He takes a moment to grin against your clit, tongue swirling messy circles as his nose presses to the warmth of your skin. Then he’s enveloping the puffy nub between his lips and sucking hard enough to make your hips jerk, humming low when his fingers swipe through your folds and meet a gush of arousal. You buck into the feeling with a whine his name, nails scraping through his scalp, and he practically groans, a hand dropping down to unzip and jerk himself off.
Criminal!Sukuna who gets slower when he’s about to insert himself. Who brushes his tip through your folds, kissing gently at your clit before going back down to gather slick. Then he notches himself at your entrance and thrusts in, agonizingly unrushed, grunting as he sinks into your warmth.
It’s been a while, but his dick still recognizes the feeling like a soldier coming home from war. The fluttering, the way you suck him in like you never forgot him at all – like you waited for him just like he waited for you and worried for him wholly more.
The stretch aches. Your nails rake bloody reality down his back. A groan escapes unbidden – guttural and painstricken and all the more relieved that he’s here, and you’re here, and you’re his.
Criminal!Sukuna who fucks you mean. At first. Sharp and punishing, hips snapping like he’s trying to escape by rocking the trailer to nirvana. Each thrust has a gasp slipping out of your pretty lips, of which he drinks down with fervor, tongue swirling and coaxing yours to muffle the sounds so the guards outside don’t get a free audio show. His balls slap wet against your skin, swollen from months of nothing but his own fist and your perfume-stained letters.
Criminal!Sukuna who slows down when your legs lock tighter around him and your teeth find the side of his neck. He’s still buried to the hilt. His hips rolling in filthy circles, grinding his length against that sweet spot that makes your toes curl and your vision go blurry.
His forehead drops to yours, sweat-slick hair sticking to skin as his voice lowers.
“..say you love me.”
Criminal!Sukuna who lets out a tch when you don’t answer fast enough. Who pulls almost all the way out, letting you feel the drag of every veiny inch, then slams back in so deep your mouth opens in a silent cry.
“Say it. Tell me you’re mine, tell me you– fuuuuuck. Been thinking ‘bout you. Dreaming ‘bout you, every night. Jerked off so much I thought my dick would fall off.. c’mon, baby. Say it. C’mon.”
Criminal!Sukuna who starts begging when your walls pulse around him. Not pretty begging, either – pissed-off. Hoarse.
“Don’t do this to me, please– fuck– just say it. Say you love your piece-of-shit boyfriend. Say you’ll wait. I’ll be good, I swear– only you, just for you, I’ll get out– so say it. Say it. I need you.”
His thrusts turn erratic. Sloppy. He’s close, and he’s trying not to be, trying to drag it out as long as possible before the moment fades into steel bars and white walls of nothing.
Criminal!Sukuna who shivers when you finally card your fingers through his hair, yanking his head back so you can look him in the eye.
You’re pretty. Always pretty, but especially pretty like this, lips swollen and tears pooling at your eyes out of overstimulation.
“I love you, you stupid, stupid man.”
Criminal!Sukuna whose whole body locks up. Whose cock pulses violently inside you – once, twice – and then he’s cumming with a strangled groan, doubling over to hold you tight as he fills you up. He keeps grinding, encouraged by the way your walls milk his length, cum leaking out in a frothy little ring that has his chest preening.
Criminal!Sukuna who doesn’t pull out after. Just stays seated inside, trembling, face buried in the crook of your neck and arms wrapped around you like you might disappear. Who mumbles against your skin, barely audible –
“..missed this pussy.”
He’s still half-hard, twitching every time your walls clench around his oversensitive length. Already thinking about round two.
But despite his perverted words, and his overeager dick, you know exactly what he’s trying to say.
Criminal!Sukuna who spends the rest of your visit inside you in some capacity – fucking, eating you out with your thighs locked around his head, making you ride him on the tiny bed ‘til the frame creaks dangerously. Every time he cums, he begs to hear you say you love him again, hissing it back at you like a promise.
When the guards finally bang on the door to collect him, he snarls “five more minutes” and shoves his tongue back in your mouth. Trying to swallow you whole and take you with him.
Criminal!Sukuna who leaves the trailer with his shoulders loosened, lips swollen, fresh bite marks ringed around his throat and oh-so visible with his head held high. The dopiest, most lovesick grin painted fond across his lips.
He’s gonna get out of here. And when he does, his girl’s gonna be waiting.
––––
Criminal!Sukuna who gets released on parole after god knows how long. The guards walk him out, and the world feels a little different. The air is clearer. And his woman–
.
Where the hell are you?
Criminal!Sukuna who’s a little disappointed when his parole officer is the one to escort him home. But he can’t be too upset about it. You must’ve had it hard, too. He’ll make it up to you.
Criminal!Sukuna who almost breaks down the door on his way in.
DAAAARLING. GUESS WHO’S BACK FROM JAIIIIIIL–
You’re sitting on the couch, legs tucked beneath you, remote in one hand. Unimpressed.
“Hi,” you sniff.
His eye twitches.
“Woman.”
“Yes?”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Sitting.”
He drops his duffel bag with a heavy thud. “Yeah. I can see that.”
Criminal!Sukuna who starts prowling around the apartment like a bloodhound. He checks the kitchen and the hallway and the bathroom and the bedroom – including the closet, the door to which he swings open so hard it bangs against the wall.
Bathtub. Bed. Under the bed. Back out again.
He stands silent for a long moment before storming back into the living room, planting himself in front of the couch and looming over you with a scowl.
“You told me you were seeing someone.”
You lean a little to the left so he doesn’t block your view of the TV, ignoring the freshly released menace like you haven’t been yearning for his presence for the past four years. Serves him right. “I told you maybe.”
“Maybe means yes.”
“No,” you reply, calm, “Maybe means maybe.”
“Maybe means there could be some guy sitting in my apartment right now.”
“Our apartment.”
“Same difference.”
You don’t respond, and he feels the panic set in.
Sukuna trusts you. He knows you waited, and he knows you didn’t have to.
What he’s more uncomfortable with is the memory of all those nights in his cell staring at the ceiling wondering if he would come back changed.
It’s not like he’d know if or when that would happen. It’s not like you’re blind to that possibility. You’ve probably spent just as much time wondering the same thing – if the man who came home would still be the one you loved, or just some asshole you’d have to learn to live with until your lease was up.
And if you did anticipate that, and you did move on, and there is some other guy? What then? What useless method of intimidation or blackmail or torture could possibly earn back your heart if he had already lost it somewhere along the way?
You glance up after a bit. A wry smile blooms across your lips when you see the worried set of his brow.
“There is no guy,” you snort.
“You sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“Then why didn’t you pick me up?”
“You know where the apartment is.”
“..would’ve liked balloons, at least.”
You register the little quiver in his voice with a hum.
It’s kind of funny, because when he first got into prison four years ago, he was the one who tried to cut things off. Said he didn’t know you at first – assumed you wouldn’t want to associate with a convict. And now here he is, asking for welcome-home balloons.
“Wow,” you muse, pausing your show, “prison really softened you.”
He glares down at you. You smile back.
And then he lets out a long, aggravated exhale, drags a hand down his face, and plops down onto the couch. The whole thing dips under his weight.
“Missed you,” he murmurs.
You laugh and let him pull you into his arms.
“You big baby.”
Criminal!Sukuna who’s “reformed”. On paper. Ankle monitor long gone and patrol officer off his case. He’s even scored a legitimate (albeit mundane) part-time mechanic gig, which you’re 90% sure he got solely because the owner of the shop used to joyride with him. Some big burly guy named Toji who overcharges his clients and busts all his earnings in a casino at 4am, no doubt.
Still, the itch never leaves.
Criminal!Sukuna who can’t quite give up that pesky little habit of his. He’ll steal anything he can. Snatching your lacey panties right out the hamper just to shove them in the washer four hours later after jerking off until the fabric is soaked. And if ever you ask, he’ll just shrug and feign innocence.
“Dunno. Maybe they ran away from your stank ass pu–”
You don’t let him fuck you for the next two weeks, and from the desperate look on his face when you pass by, it isn’t difficult to assume he’s in just as much agony as he was when he was behind bars.
Criminal!Sukuna who “borrows” your car keys and drives off. He doesn’t have anywhere particularly important to be, but the jingle in his palm and the roar of the engine give him that good ol’ dopamine hit. He goes down three blocks to the gas station just to buy the same energy drink you already have three packs of in the fridge, then comes back home and acts like he wasn’t just driving on a suspended license.
Criminal!Sukuna who’s reintegrated into society. And yet he’ll never truly get rid of the urge – the whisper that he could do something, and he could probably get away with it, too.
But he won’t. He’d kill himself before getting locked up again.
: gojo fucks you in the bed next to a sleeping nanami
: gojo is too big
: husband!gojo
☆ geto
: bestfriend!geto masterlist
☆ sukuna
: trueform sukuna wants to be overstimmed
: sukuna wants to… eat you?
: taking trueform!sukuna's virginity
: pornstar!sukuna
: catching him sucking his own dick
☆ choso
: trying to cockwarm choso
: he spanks you
: choso wants you to slap him
: choso cums in his pants
: choso + aphrodisiacs
: ex!choso eats it one last time
: pornstar!choso
☆ nanami
: kento celebrates all of your anniversaries
: alone time with dilf!kento
: fucking coworker!nanami
: nanami has a breeding kink
☆ toji
: toji is gross.
: toji is too big
: toji hates phone sex
: he threatens to shave his bush
☆ higuruma
: edging higuruma
LOVE AND DEEPSPACE
☆ caleb
: 'smile for the camera'
: caleb is not a cuck! w/ zayne
LONG FICS
☆ CATFISH * series
In an effort to hold onto the last threads of your dead relationship, Gojo catfishes you on a dating app as his best friend, Geto. He's unaware that you two have been fucking behind his back since the break up.
☆ VENA CAVA * one-shot
Your best friend Suguru asks you to dinner over a sheep’s heart in a bio lab on Valentine’s Day. You humour him. Tis the season, or whatever.
trueform! sukuna / smut
in which he swears he hates eating you out
aftercare / fluff
ever wondered how sukuna does aftercare?
popsicle
sukuna getting turned by you licking a popsicle
praising / smut
praise kink w/ sukuna
E85 / smut
giving sukuna bj on the highway!
dadkuna / 2.3k wc
when he gets the call that his son’s suspended for fighting at school
planet her / foursome / 4.1k wc
you share your life with three magnetic men. what started as a convenient roommate setup spirals into a night of unbridled passion after a wild club outing, where boundaries dissolve and desires take over in a whirlwind of shared ecstasy.
gojo satoru
jealous nerdjo / crackshot
he sees you talking to choso and his brain stops working
satosugu as eaters / threesome / smut
making out sloppy on your pussy
planet her / foursome / 4.1k wc
you share your life with three magnetic men. what started as a convenient roommate setup spirals into a night of unbridled passion after a wild club outing, where boundaries dissolve and desires take over in a whirlwind of shared ecstasy.
those boys are corrupt! / threesome / 9.7k wc
you three were thick as thieves in college, always ending up tangled in the same bed after parties. graduation hit and the hookups stopped, everyone drifted into real life. three years later you run into them again and apparently, they’re in a relationship now?! it stings, feeling like the odd one out even though you’re happy for them. but when they show up at your door, it’s clear—they want the three of you back in bed together.
toji fushiguro ⸻
butchertoji / series masterlist
bouncing on him / smut
riding toji fushiguro's big mean ass
perverted bf toji / smut
headcannons w perverted bf toji
tiktok trend prank! / crackshot
“you ever get so mad you just wanna cheat?” prank on toji
planet her / foursome / 4.1k wc
you share your life with three magnetic men. what started as a convenient roommate setup spirals into a night of unbridled passion after a wild club outing, where boundaries dissolve and desires take over in a whirlwind of shared ecstasy.
i love you / smut
toji says “i love you” for the first time during sex after barely surviving a risky job
choso ⸻
bf choso / smut
waking you up because he's painfully hard
hiromi higuruma ⸻
law student bf / smut
dry humping him while he studies
is it a crime? / smut
in which you accidentally email your increasingly explicit nudes to your stern law professor instead of your assignments.
is it a crime? pt. 2 / smut / 4.4k wc
after that heated encounter in his office, you've been dodging his lectures and ignoring every reminder of what happened that night. higuruma hiromi is more frustrated than ever—until he finally stops waiting and takes what you've both been circling for weeks.
jjk threesomes/foursomes/69somes — let's work it out on the remix!
making out sloppy on your pussy ⸝⸝ satosugu threesome
planet her ⸝⸝ sukunagojotoji foursome
those boys are corrupt! ⸝⸝ satosugu threesome
Could you do Nikola Tesla, Buddha and Shiva with a s/o that likes biting them out of no where >:D? Oh, Nikola is working on something? Bite. Buddha is trying to meditate? Bite. Shiva is trying to take a nap? Bite.
Bite for you!And you!And you as well!
Jk. Hope it's fine!
S/O LIKES TO BITE NIKOLA,BUDDHA AND SHIVA
Work kept Nikola's mind occupied;as per always.
He barely left the lab, at max for snacks and then lunch.
You respected him and his hard work; there was a genuine spark of joy in inventing;it was written all over his face.
You found him in front of the blackboard, his mind clouded by formulas, blueprints and whatever scientific stuff he could think of. Science was not your forte after all.
Nikola let out a squeak when you bit him; startling him and losing his focus. Though his face was not gloomy; he turned to you with a big smile and his fingers already on your hips to tickle you.
Buddha was a simple man, loving his simple life. He taught you to make the most of it;to, enjoy it even.
He introduced you to meditation, and he had fun with it;an excuse to mess with you while you tried to keep yourself focused and calm.
Two could play a game, though; he liked to tease you?Well, you liked it too and if he was the one to fluster you with his voice in your ears you were the one to use a different approach;one with more spunk to it.
So there he was;on a cushion,meditating. Your steps fast and quiet;you bit him expecting a reaction.
-Oya?Who came to distract me from my meditation-
He pulled you in his lap without warning, enjoying your expression.
No sir, it was not your intention to disturb your beloved Shiva from his napbut he looked so biteable right now.
Shiva was a "weird position" sleeper most of the times;but who were you to judge him? He had four arms;that also meant better hugs.
He was sprawled in his comfy bed;blankets randomly laying on his body, mattress and even floor.
You mustered your abilities and tiptoed on the bed;your eyes glinting with mischief.
Shiva's sweet dreams were stopped by your bite;he jolted awake and saw your satisfied smirk.
He sighed in relief; it was just you, but now you were trapped in a hug;not that you would complain.
✩ Characters that I don't write for in this fandom: Zeus, Göll, Odin, Nikola Tesla, Leonidas, Characters that don't appear that much. feel free to ask about certain characters that aren't listed here, I might have forgotten a few!
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Humans
➵ Yandere types (Adam, Buddha, Nostradamus, Qin Shi Huang)
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May I please request Thor from RoR with a very tactile gn!human!reader who likes to be touching him all the time and has an affinity for sitting/laying across his shoulders like a scarf or a sack of potatos?
Very much the "He likes to feel tall" meme
That’s so cute I am kicking my feet and giggling as I write.
Thor x physically affectionate human!reader
It’s a comedic sight, this god at the absolute peak of physical strength achievable for even immortals, with a mere human lover clinging to him like he was a jungle gym.
But since he’s literally the physically strongest god alive in Valhalla, obviously no one is going to say anything to him.
He likes his solitude, doesn’t show any interest in physical affection, and even when you’re climbing all over him he doesn’t acknowledge you at all.
Initially, he only tries this sort of romantic relationship with a human because he thought it would be convenient. Gods are a hassle, they’re arrogant, hold long lasting grudges, and So high maintenance with their fragile egos and quick tempers.
As a human, you weren’t as inherently irritating. And he had intended for it to just be a brief affair to quell the side effects that came from years of boredom but…you stuck around and he didn’t see any particular reason to keep you away from him so. You become the enigmatic human who’s always lingering around the stoic god of thunder. Thor’s human…friend? Acquaintance? Lover? A question he will not answer when asked, but given how he allows you to cling to him like that…a few safe assumptions might’ve been made.
At first he was against how naturally physically clingy you were. Not because touch is uncomfortable for him, but he doesn’t see any need for it. If it’s unnecessary he doesn’t see why you would do it, even if it’s just a habit, or how you show affection for him.
But given how incredibly physically strong he is, paired with his large physique and apathetic attitude towards his reputation among the gods, it’s not like your clinging inhibits him in any way. You don’t slow him down, even when you’re sitting on his shoulders, balancing yourself carelessly using only your legs. It doesn’t disturb his center of gravity whatsoever. But it’s not his job to keep you balanced. If you fall off when he moves, it’s your fault.
You only really need to cling on when he decides to move Mjölnir. Even if it’s not an immense amount of effort for him, the rapid shift in such a large amount of weight usually results in you sliding right off his shoulders. You didn’t mean to grab onto his hair the first time it happened in an attempt to stabilize yourself but! At least you both learned something about this arrangement when you landed on the ground with two sizable clumps of red hair in your hands. THAT certainly was a lesson only needed once.
Now, when you lay across his shoulders in a manner reminiscent of a scarf, you kinda look like you’ve been hurt or knocked unconscious at first glance. But then you end up talking for him or popping your head up, proving to the world you’re completely fine, just hitching a ride.
He doesn’t acknowledge this arrangement as strange in any way, so it becomes a rather familiar sight surprisingly quickly in Valhalla, most of the gods not paying you much attention anymore.
Now that I think about it, since he met you, Thor is showing how similar he is to his dad on occasion. Only instead of two ravens perched on his shoulders doing most of the talking for him, it’s a human instead.
Both Odin and Thor will give Loki an unamused glare when he notices this curious similarity and points it out.
One time you imitated Huginn & Muninn’s speech patterns as a joke and Thor didn’t think that was funny either.
Oh well. Someday you’ll think of something that’ll actually get Thor to laugh.
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Haha, so fun to imagine, thank you for this cute request~
you’d like to assume that you spend 70% of your time with this man air-borne. truly, you’re having a discussion, argument, or none of those just standing around doing your work. the next thing you know you’re being tossed over toji’s shoulder.
he’ll approach you tactfully, muttering about one thing or another a smug grin on his face, suddenly he’s bending down grabbing you by your legs and up you go.
results in you kicking your legs and pounding his back with your arms but what does he care? this man is all solid bulky muscle, your protests don’t affect him.
if you’re particularly fussy with him that day, he will smack your ass for good measure, what are you gonna do? try to get off? nice try, you’re not going anywhere.
୨୧ gojo (pinning)
my man, my man, any opportunity he has he’s pinning you down. doesn’t even have to necessarily be in the bed. having an argument? he’ll back you into a corner, his infinity pressing into you, both arms coming up by your side, a wild grin on his face.
he loves cornering you, the doe-eyed look you give him? call it power play. it’s his personal favorite.
sometimes he’ll turn you around hands pinned behind your back his breath on your ear muttering soft analogies of what he would do to you and to be honest, you just accept your fate because why wouldn’t you?
with some slightly improper use of infinity, you’re pinned beneath him 25/8.
୨୧ suguru (postural corrective-ness)
it’s in the name really, he’s speaking to you and you’re not paying attention? he’ll place a hand under your chin, one of his fingers tilting your jaw up to focus on him.
he’s attentive to the small things, hand on your head or on your side if you’re about to bump into something, pulling you to the inner part of the pavement if you’re both walking somewhere, he’s constantly readjusting you.
in bed, you learn his slight gestures, a tap on your thigh to bring it higher, a tap on your back to pull you closer, like a well choreographed dance by yours truly pulling your strings.
୨୧ nanami (handsy)
if you so little as exist near him, he’s finding any excuse to pull you onto his lap. hand on your waist guiding you to sit right where he can have you closest to him.
sometimes he’ll do it unexpectedly, walk past a sat down nanami and suddenly you’re being pulled back stumbling into his chest, he likes catching you off guard, particularly when you realize it’s just him proceeding to melt into him.
he’ll bring his arms around you holding you tightly on his lap, physically unable to let go. sigh he’s done for.
if he’s feeling feisty he’ll manspread with you on top of him, guiding your legs to open up and placing them on either side of his legs, probably his favorite position. but that’s for another post.
୨୧ choso (velcro)
choso’s pulling you around everywhere, he doesn’t suggest, he just does. you’re both approached by a random stranger, his hand is on your arm pulling you behind him.
you’re standing alone doing your work, he’s wrapping his arms around your chest pulling you in closer.
sometimes you wonder if it’s unintentional, that he pulls you along because he’s always holding you and if he isn’t he’s always thinking of holding you.
choso’s love language might as well be acts of service, because well whatever it is you’ll be doing it with him.
୨୧ sukuna (quads)
true form sukuna doesn’t man handle you, he decides where and how you stand. if you’re in his way he won’t hesitate to rotate you out of his way, with just two fingers on your head.
to be honest, he doesn’t need four arms to deal with you, when he wants his way, he will get the job done with one hand alone. you’re being a total brat? he’s got you lifted by your back, like a stray kitten, carrying you around as you flail in protest.
oh but when he does use all his hands? it’s game over for you, you cannot guess what shape or form he’s contorting you into because suddenly he’s everywhere by which i mean his hands are everywhere. you hate to admit it but you’re right where you need to be in his…multiple arms.
firefly; can you guess who my favorite is ₍₍( っ·₃·c )⁾⁾
Unpopular opinion, but Bucky would not call you "doll."
The petname is cute and all, but I firmly believe Bucky, especially Bucky now, would not call you "doll." 40's Bucky, maybe, but post Winter Soldier Bucky? Not a chance.
No, no, current Bucky, he'd pull out rare, but sweet and gentle petnames. He would normally call you by your name, or a different version of it that only you allow him to call you- but no, never "doll."
Not "doll," but you could be ranting about an interest of yours, maybe you slowed your talking, thinking no one was really listening. And Bucky would tap your cheek just once, mumbling, "and what else, sweetheart?"
Not "doll," but you could call his name, just to get his attention for something you may need help with- or even just asking him a question. And Bucky will immediately respond with, "yes, my love?"
Not "doll," but he'll occasionally replace your name with "baby" just to get your immediate attention. Sometimes you zone out, and even your own name falls deaf upon your ears, no matter who may be calling your name. But when you hear the soft, yet gruff, "hey, baby?" he knows he has your attention.
Bucky wont call you "doll," it feels foreign on his tongue. He cycled through many different petnames, trying to figure out which felt best out of his mouth, and figuring out which ones he felt suited your face.
But, by far, the one Bucky rarely ever calls you, but his absolute favorite, because it just fits you so well in his mind. Its one he only really uses when he knows you need a verbal reassurance, one he only uses when he knows you've had a rough day, one he knows you melt upon hearing. You'll hear something like; "You okay, Angel?"
Price gave him leave as a 'Christmas gift' and ghost didn't mention the fact he has nowhere to go and no one to spend it with. So he just...stays home.
In his tiny studio apartment, lying on the floor because he could never be bothered with a couch, an empty can of beer and a pack of saltines next to him. Mostly, he's just trying to block out memories.
That is, until you knock on the door.
His weird neighbor who he's talked to a handful of times in the elevator, ghost opens his door and narrows his eyes at you.
"Hi, simon," you greet, brushing your hands off on your apron. It has smudges of various colors on it, and a light dusting of flour. "Do you have any eggs? I need to make more meringue and uh, going to a shop right now seems unwise."
Ghost huffs in amusement, momentarily distracted from his thoughts "what? Don't want to stab someone for sugar?"
Still, he steps back into his apartment to grab eggs. You follow along despite him not saying you could, and glance around the place with a pinched expression. It's...bleak, to say the least.
"You uh, got any plans for tomorrow?" You ask, still eyeing the pathetic sleeve of crackers and beer bottle in the empty living space.
"Drink an' sleep."
"I see. Why don't you come with me? I'm makin' cookies right now, I'll let you try them." You offer, already walking out the door before ghost can answer. He stared at the place you were, then to his half-eaten sleeve of saltines.
this is the masterlist of masterlists! the lists will be split between sfw and nsfw, with relevant info next to the links. i hope its straight forward, but please note only posts i felt worthy are featured in the masterlists! many posts are intentionally excluded seeing as i have over 1000 posts on this blog and only some are robust enough to get linked :]
