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𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞ఌ

19~ blk she / her ~ student

Favs // Baki, Attack on Titan, The Disastrous Life of Saiki K., Sweet Home, Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Death Note, +more

What i wont write // incest + step cest, smut, age play, piss + scat play, abuse, etc.

Let me know // requests are open!!

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄!!!

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐀 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘

𝐈 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒𝐊!!!

opulentpeony

mr. and mrs. abbot - assassin!pope x assassin!reader

word count: 5.2k warnings: dead dove: do not eat, femme fatale!reader, extremely dubious consent (bc would either of you consented if you had known the other was also an assassin? oop-), “jack abbot” doesn't exist bc he's actually pope's fake identity!, he calls you “honey” and you call him “sir”, gun violence, murder, blood and gore, established relationship, deception, mutual pining, angst (with a happy ending!), domestic fluff, praise kink, mild brat taming, dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex, breeding kink, squirting, spit kink, edging, fingerfucking, bondage, gun play (but tamer than usual lol!), choking, pope makes a lot of bad jokes (he's silly and in love!), it's actually lowkey mushy cutesy bc I just am in that kind of mood lately! summary: you are an assassin but your husband thinks you're just a corporate executive. your husband is an assassin but you think he's just a doctor. so what happens when you find out your husband's real identity and he finds out yours because your companies want you to kill each other?

a/n: i came up with this after seeing mr. and mrs. smith while browsing tv and i just had to write it!

hope it's a sick(ly sweet) read ♡

podcastwizard

LIKES TO CHARGE REBLOGS TO CAST

starburstsamo

think we're alone now; beating of our heart is the only sound

pairing: sammy bryant x f!reader

warnings: ben's little sister!reader, so like... brother's best friend!au vibe, but it's brother's partner!au... you know what i mean?; smut - oral (m and f!receiving), fingering, soft dom!sammy, unprotected sex, a little bit of choking, praise kink i guess, cum eating; secret relationship, a pinch of angst, and fluffffff

summary: for certain reasons, you have always avoided dating cops. but one time, you make an exception, and this exception so happens to be your brother's partner.

w/c: around 11k

a/n: another love letter from: me, to: sammy bryant.

inkydelusions

something med school didn't cover

wc: 8.9k (oof) pairing: jack abbot x wife!reader summary: when the doors of the pitt swing open to reveal you on the gurney, dr. jack abbot’s world shatters, forcing him to fight for two lives he didn't know were at stake. c.warning: angst with happy ending; established relationship (married); major medical trauma; graphic depictions of injury; mentions and discussions of abortions in the past; mentions of pregnancy/pregnancy loss scare; jack abbot crashing out; mentions of car accident; near-death experience; never mind the medical accuracy or lack thereof (i tried my best but i’m still not a doctor) a/n: this got out of control. it was supposed to be a usual 3k one-shot but then i kept writing and well here we are now. also shout out to my friend paula that helped me do all the medical research for this one so i didn’t embarrass myself with all the inaccurate doctor talk. love u girl <3

the fluorescent lights of the hospital always seem to hum a little louder when the er is quiet. it’s a sterile, buzzing vibration that grates on jack’s nerves more than the usual cacophony of sirens and shouting.

he leans against the nurse’s station, a lukewarm cup of bitter black coffee forgotten in his hand. he checks his watch. 2:14 pm. the numbers blurring slightly from sheer exhaustion. his shift was supposed to have ended hours ago, but the universe had other plans.

relaxdiva

In The Stars

Jack Abbot x f!reader

Synopsis: Years after the war, Jack Abbot rarely talks about what happened overseas. But when a med student ask about his time in the military, the story he tells isn’t about battles or medals—it’s about you. It’s about the long nights at the edge of camp, the promises you made, the quiet moments that made the war feel far away, and the future you both believed you would have when it was all over. But war doesn’t always keep its promises.

word count: 11.4k (guys what the frick... idk what happened)

Warnings: Medical inaccuracies, Military setting, military inaccuracies, mentions of blood and injury, medical setting, kissing, sexual content, mentions of war, angst, grief, mentions of survivors guilt, bittersweet ending

“What was it like when you were in Afghanistan?” The question came from James Ogilvie, a fourth-year med student, during a brief quiet moment before shift change.

Jack Abbott barely looked up from the computer screen he was charting on.

“Don’t ask him that,” Trinity Santos said quickly, swatting Ogilvie on the shoulder.

Ogilvie frowned. “What? I was just curious.”

“It’s fine,” Jack said calmly, finally glancing up from the screen. “He can ask whatever questions he wants.”

Years ago, Jack wouldn’t have said that. His time in the military had once been a hypersensitive subject — something that could unravel him without warning. A single question could send him spiraling into memories he couldn’t escape. Memories that came with shaking hands, cold sweats, and the kind of panic that made it hard to breathe. But that had been years ago.

Years — and countless therapy sessions — later, things were different. He had healed. Or at least, as much as someone like him ever really could.

He would never forget what he saw out there. What he heard. What he did.

But he had learned to live with it.

Jack, If you’re reading this, then something went wrong. I guess that’s the strange thing about writing a letter like this — you hope with every part of yourself that the person you’re writing to will never have to read it. But the military makes you think about things like this, about the what ifs, about the things you’d regret never saying. So here I am, trying to find the right words. First, I’m sorry. Because if this letter reached you, it means I didn’t make it home. And that means I left you behind. I wish I could tell you that I fought harder. That I held on longer. Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t. I guess we’ll never really know. But what I do know is this: meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. Out of all the chaos, the fear, and the darkness that came with being out there, you were the one thing that made it all feel worth it. You made those long nights lighter. You made the bad days survivable. You made me laugh in places where laughter felt impossible. And those nights under the stars? Those will always be my favorite memories. Just sitting there beside you, listening to the generators humming behind us and the wind moving across the sand. Talking about everything and nothing at the same time. For a little while, it felt like the war disappeared and it was just us. I hope you still go out and look at the stars sometimes. Not because I want you to be sad when you see them — the opposite, actually. I hope when you look up, you remember those moments and smile. I hope you remember how alive we both felt sitting out there. I hope you remember that you were loved. Because you were, Jack. You still are. And there’s something else I need you to promise me. Just because I’m gone, don’t stop chasing your dreams. Don’t let my ending become the thing that stops your story. You deserve a full life. You deserve happiness. You deserve the future we used to talk about. Finish what you started. Help people. Make the world a little better than it was when you found it. And someday, when you’re older and life has taken you places we never imagined, I hope you look up at the night sky and think about that stupid little spot outside the base where we used to sit. Maybe you’ll even tell someone about it. About the stars. About the girl who loved you. Because I did, Jack. I loved you more than I ever managed to say out loud. Thank you for giving me something beautiful in the middle of a war. And wherever you go from here… I’ll be rooting for you. Always.

leebrontide

Ok the US Attorney General says that she will remove ICE if MN drops all our sanctuary laws, complies with ICE, hands over all our SNAP, Medicaid and voter rolls. They demand control over our voter registration so they can "ensure free and fair elections".

They want to control our elections.

I am dead serious people call your representatives. Get volunteering. Get protesting. Get LOUD.

They released a letter full of straight up lies. Spread the truth. MAKE NOISE.

Source

rederiswrites

How interesting. How very interesting. They rejected my Blaze of this post.

Well, y'all. Make of this what you will, eh?

a-krogan-skald-and-bearsark

Then I guess we'll just have to Blaze it the old fashioned way, eh?

megpie71

Boosting signal. AGAIN.

holmesandtheroman

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

depsidase

evieliney-deactivated20260408

how i feel after searching for hours for fluff but all i can find is sucking their soul out of their dick.

islaqueenofreading

I just want some domestic headcannons, please!

lovezaynie

You didn't think that Nanami reading physics books while you were pregnant would do anything. But two years and a half later, you have a too-smart-for-her-age toddler...

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

It's night and the house is quiet, lit only by a warm lamp on the nightstand. You're lying on your side, your belly already round and firm, while Rei gives those soft little taps that always seem to greet you when he's near.

Nanami sits on the edge of the bed with a thick book—too thick for a baby who hasn't even been born yet—and adjusts his glasses with that precious, routine gesture. The cover reads: "Fundamental Concepts of Physics."

"Kento… are you seriously going to read that to her?" you ask, laughing.

"There's no minimum age for developing logical thinking," he replies very seriously… but when he looks at you, his eyes soften.

He opens the book to a chapter marked with a gold bookmark.

He places his large hand on your belly, warm, firm, protective.

Rei stirs.

As if she recognizes your voices.

Nanami lowers his head slightly, bringing his lips close to your belly, and begins:

"Newton established three fundamental laws that describe motion..."

He says it in a soft, almost musical tone, as if each formula were a caress. His deep voice vibrates against your skin, and for a moment you feel like the entire universe fits in that tiny room.

He pauses to trace a slow circle over your belly.

"Rei, if you push something... that something pushes you back. So..." he smiles slightly, "...please don't push your mother too hard."

You laugh, and Nanami looks at you immediately, as if making sure you're comfortable, that Rei didn't kick you too hard.

He continues reading, calmly explaining concepts that no baby would understand, but that he still wants to share:

"F = m·a. Force equals mass times acceleration. And yours, little one... is surprising for someone the size of my hand."

Rei kicks again.

Nanami sighs, completely defeated.

He closes the book, sets it aside, and speaks directly to your belly again:

"I promise to teach you all this when you grow up. And I want you to... be whoever you want to be. But if you like physics..." His fingers caress your skin. "...I would be very proud."

Then he looks at you.

At you, who are watching him, adoringly, because this man...

this man who seems as firm as marble...

melts with a tiny kick.

"Do you want me to read the chapter on energy... or is that enough for today?" he asks, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to read to a baby about kinematics at eleven o'clock at night.

You place your hand on his.

"Go on. I like listening to you too."

Nanami smiles.

And read it again, this time more slowly, as if he wanted that moment to be suspended in time.

A perfect memory.

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

2.5 years later...

The afternoon light streams through the living room window, warm and gentle, right where Rei sits on the rug with her wooden blocks. Her hair is a little tousled, a ponytail falling to one side, and she has that absolute concentration of children discovering the world piece by piece.

You're folding some blankets on the sofa, watching her out of the corner of your eye.

And Nanami… well, he's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, enjoying the scene as if it were his favorite movie.

Rei stacks a block.

Another on top.

And another.

The tower begins to wobble.

Very softly, almost as if talking to herself, she murmurs:

"Gravity… gravity wants you to fall… but I'm going to hold you up."

Nanami raises an eyebrow, surprised and delighted.

You cover your mouth to stifle a laugh.

Rei places another block, tilting her head like her dad when he's analyzing something. Then she rests her fingers on the base and whispers:

"If the base is bigger... there's more stability."

The tower wobbles a little.

Rei's eyes widen, she takes a deep breath, and says softly, very seriously:

"Force... opposite... equal force."

And with a delicacy that seems almost inhuman in such a small child, she adjusts the tower so it doesn't fall.

It's saved by millimeters.

Rei celebrates with a shy clap.

She doesn't shout, she doesn't jump. She just smiles proudly.

Nanami, unable to resist, silently approaches, crouches down behind her, and asks in a soft voice:

"What are you building, sweetheart?"

He points to the tower.

"A very tall building, Daddy. But gravity is strong... so I have to use equal force so it doesn't win."

Nanami blinks once.

Again.

He stares at her as if he's just heard the theory of everything.

"That's... right," he says, almost in shock, but with that tender look he always gave her.

Rei smiles and offers him a block.

"Will you help me, Daddy?"

Nanami takes the block between his fingers.

"Of course. We're going to defy gravity together."

And as they build the tower, you watch them from the couch and think, yes... Rei inherited her father's brain, his calm voice, and his perfect gentleness.

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raynehmms

spideyyeet

➷ FRAT!SUKUNA IS A SCARE ACTOR IN THE HAUNTED MAZE FOR THE ANNUAL CAMPUS HALLOWEEN FESTIVAL [FWB]

[18+] mdni. nsfw. piv. raw. fingering. semi-public sex. dacryphilia. spit kink. spanking. exhibitionism. squirting. chasing. creampie. sukuna’s pubes. dirty talk. filth. degredation. scary halloween story. possessive!sukuna. read after sundown ;p

the fraternities on campus always join the annual halloween festival as either scare actors for the haunted house, hosts for the game booths, coordinators for the performers, or helping with security.

this year was no different.

“oh, so you guys are all part of it?” you ask, sitting in the courtyard picnic tables, along with utahime, shoko, gojo, nanami, and geto, all munching on their sandwiches, you included.

“yeah, it’s a nice tradition for all the frats to be apart of it,” gojo explains with a mouth full of tuna and eggs. shoko scoots away.

“mainly because they get bonus funds from the university if they help,” nanami adds, utahime and you humming now understanding.

geto shakes his head, “it’s a win-win, plus this year they’re doing the maze again, so it’ll be fun chasing kids in there.” he laughs manically.

you and shoko exchange looks. nanami deadpans, “you guys have to be more careful this year though.”

your brow quirks. “why?”

“it’s been cancelled the last two years, the only time they’ve had it was when we were freshmen,” nanami explains, swallowing his sandwich.

“oh for real? why’d they cancel it, did you guys do something?” you tease lightly, but gojo and geto look away while nanami sighs.

“it wasn’t us.”

your eyes bulge. nanami too?! “us??” you completely forgot he was apart of the frat freshmen year.

“i said it wasn’t us. but it was ours and sukuna’s last night being pledges, and the seniors always have us working the worst jobs,” nanami continues, especially when you and shoko lean in. “anyways, we were working security around the maze, and everyone screams at the these things so we didn’t think anything of it, but…”

you, utahime, and shoko lean in more, nanami’s suspense only had you all scooting closer together.

“sukuna decided to break off and round the maze again, since the festival is open to the whole town every year, it was easy for someone to sneak into the maze without going through the main entrance with their ticket. it happens every year. so he went to circle around, nearing the forest..” nanami pauses again. “as pledges, we really only have to do what we’re told…but sukuna never listened, actually I don’t think any of us did, the seniors were assholes,” nanami goes on a tangent, but ultimately circles back. “anyways, that’s when he started seeing that something was off.”

utahime holds onto your arm.

“what was off?” you mumble.

“there was stranded clothes and bags by the back of the maze, right near the hay patch and forest.”

you gulp.

“sukuna said he hadn’t seen anything else, but sometimes he says there was someone else he saw in the forest, but when he turned they were gone,” the low voice nanami was telling the story in, was honestly perfect, but it didn’t help ease any nerves, only heightening the uneasiness at the turn of the story, holding your breath.

“that doesn’t explain why it was canceled for the next two years,” utahime questions.

“I’m getting there,” nanami takes a deep breath, clearly trying to shake the bad memory he’s about to divulge. “we drew straws after another hour passed and sukuna still wasn’t back— I was picked, because they cheated—“

“not this again,” geto groans.

“we did not cheat!” gojo snaps, defensively.

“you did! you both cheated!” nanami points, blowing a fuse in seconds, clearly a touchy subject between the three.

“we did not cheat, how many times do we have to tell you that,” gojo shakes his head.

“liars,” nanami growls, glaring at the two.

geto interjects. “just continue on, or should I tell it?”

“no,” nanami huffs, turning back to you and shoko. he takes a deep breath, body shifting recalling the events of that night again. “I went around the back, followed where sukuna had disappeared too.” nanami pauses again. “it was like something was guiding me around that back section of the maze. away from the festival. away from the noise. away from everything.”your brows furrow.

“it was a weird night, but when I got to the very back of the maze, no one was there… it was eerily quiet I remember, couldn’t even hear any crickets, then I noticed sukuna’s flashlight on the ground. I started calling his name, searched around the area, but I couldn’t find him. then I saw a section of the maze where the bushes were broken—like someone forced their way in, and against my better judgement I followed. it was better than being close to the forest.” nanami comments lowly. “when I got to the other side, that’s when I saw the clothes and bags sukuna had told me about later. but continued searching for him, and just like outside of the maze, this section was dead silent.“

you note the way nanami rubs his sculpted jaw in discomfort. “i don’t know what i saw that night. it was a blur. I went through one of the dead ends when I started hearing this screeching. it was like an animal in pain, but also something else.” utahime grips your arm tighter, cutting off blood circulation. “that’s when i turned the corner and saw it.”

it?!

utahime goes pale.

“two girls were passed out on the ground, and this guy was on top of one of them…antlers the size of my arms, and he was muttering something over them and also…” your eyes widened, blood going cold.

geto hums, “one of the pledges from the other frat had some agenda against his seniors, yeah, the hazing they did was shit, but at least neither of us four took it. but he was a little shit. those antler guys weren’t students, they were his friends outside and he helped them sneak into the maze as scare actors, gave them the costumes outside the maze. those two girls were dating the seniors, but they went after a bunch of other girls in the maze too, stuffing them inside the bushes when they were done hitting them. a couple landed in the ER, one was sent for a bunch of psych evaluations. it was really fucked up.”

“what the fuck?” utahime mumbles, still clutching onto you, which you’re not complaining about, especially with the way your heart is pounding against your chest.

“and ryomen?” you ask, hands clammy.

“we found him out in the forest hours later, bloody as shit, couldn’t remember a thing, other than he was in the maze and had caught one of the freaks, but…” geto pauses. “he was tripped out.”

nanami decides to continue, “he was swearing up and down there was something else in the maze with them. had cops searching the maze ripping bushes apart, practically delirious until he passed out from his injuries.”

“did they find anything?” you whisper, unsure if you even want to know.

but nanami shakes his head, but looks away for a moment. licking his lips he decides to add one more thing, “a few pledges hadn’t known about this plan, they had an agenda against the seniors, but they swore when they met in the forest…something was watching over them…listening….whispering…a few swore it wasn’t them over those girls…”

“boo.”

your heart rips from your chest, blood draining from your face in seconds, your scream piercing the air.

utahime cries out, as the boys fall over laughing. your hand presses against your chest once sukuna pops his head over yours, laughing.

“what the fuck!” you and utahime screech in union.

“overheard you talking about me,” he says, you blink, chest hammering, catching something cold behind his eyes when he glances at the other boys. however, gojo shrugs, waving him off.

“just a story time about the maze, nothing to worry about this year,” gojo laughs. geto nods. they seemed confident this year was going to be fine. “we don’t haze the pledges that badly—“

“but the other frats?” shoko points. and they all go silent.

sukuna glances down at you. your arm is still interlocked with utahime’s, body tense, and eyes uncertain studying nanami’s silent expression.

“what’re y’ gonna be dressed as for the the festival?” sukuna grunts, calloused palms feeling your hips and waist as you slowly grind on top of him. later that day, in the safety of your cozy apartment living room, a few halloween decorations hung around, as you’re straddling his lap, his flushed cock nestled deep inside your gummy walls, fuzzy socks still on, while the rest of your clothes are discarded on the ground alongside his.

your hands held his biceps for balance, feeling the muscles flex under your fingers with every lazy grind of your hips, your mind wandering back to nanami’s story earlier today, the men that snuck into the maze, the women sent to the er, sukuna found in the forest….your eyes drift over his features, the tattoos painting his face, the dark sharp brows strewn together in pleasure—

“umm…” your hips lift a little higher, before falling back down, whimpering as you feel the drag of his cock against your walls, tip kissing your cervix making you lift your hips, rolling them deeper. “mm…’m still deciding between utsuro from haah gokurkugai, or ah r-robin’s fit in enies lobby,” your voice cracks with another whine, hands tracing up his shoulders, cupping his cheeks, eyes heavy with pleasure. “what abou’ you?”

his palms grip your ass, fingers digging into the flesh, rolling his hips up, grunting when you clench. “it’s a surprise.”

you frown, leaning close, face hovering over his. “jus’ tell me.”

he shakes his head, pushing up to capture your lips, biting your bottom lip harshly, you whine, arching into his chest, ass raising just to bounce some more.

“tell me,” you whine again, “i don’t know if i wanna go if you don’t tell me,” you pout, eyes fluttering rocking a little quicker enjoying the way his pubes tickle your clit.

“don’t be a brat, you’re going,” he cracks a harsh spank on your ass making you jolt.

“why can’t you jus’ tell me?” you grumble, pressing yourself closer to him, perky tits squished against his firm chest, the heat from him had your stomach flipping. his hand ghosts over your nape, and your body unintentionally goes tense, a cold bead of sweat trickles out of your pores remembering nanami’s story again, “i wanna know so i can look for you,” you mumble.

a smirk tugs on his lips, “I’ll find you. so just make sure ya’ tell me what you’re wearing, okay? robin’s hot.” he adds the last part with a smug smirk.

but you hesitate, eyes fluttering between his, hugging him tighter before muttering, “whatever…jus’ fuck me now.” he does, leaning further back on the couch, feet firmly planted on the ground as he fucks up into you. you keep your arms locked around his shoulders, unable to let go as you hold him for dear life, face buried in his neck letting his gruff body manhandle you so easily considering he’s twice your size, keeping your ass raised up, so he can thrust up, beefy thighs slapping your ass with every slap.

the brute force of each slam had your eyes crossing, tongue lolling out, babbling incoherent words.

and when you came. shaking violently with pleasure, you curled even closer to him, lips sucking wet kisses along the column of his neck and collarbones, whining softly when he lifted you up allowing his cock to slide out, along with his thick load oozing out of your hole.

maybe you should’ve pushed him then. asked what he was going to wear tomorrow. but instead you asked if he wanted to finish that horror movie, and staying close to his side, cheek pressed to his stomach as he laid across your comfy couch, you between his big legs, hugging him, his fingers played with your nape, caressing the baby hairs.

you weren’t deathly afraid of horror movies, but it didn’t help that you were on edge.

the heat from his bare chest was too inviting, pressing your body closer, glancing away from the screen to instead admire his dark treasure trail that grew thicker the closer they got, before disappearing into his loose sweats. your fingers lazily trail a finger through the hairs. brushing a nail down the trail, tickling the end, toying naively before dipping a finger into the waistband, feeling the thick pubes that rubbed your pussy earlier.

“I’ll go as robin,” you mutter.

sukuna hums, tired and groggy, basically falling asleep, unbothered by your wandering hands.

“good, ‘cuz I wanna fuck ya in those thigh high boots,” he husks, eyes growing heavy…

the festival was packed.

you’d only ever gone to it sophomore year, but even then it wasn’t as packed as this years. or maybe you just left too early to see how crowded it gets at peak hours.

either way, you’d been there for a little over an hour. you and utahime grabbed some food and visited a few booths before shoko finally joined. the three of you walking around, utahime crashing into you anytime a scare actor would pop up behind her making you and shoko fall over with laughter. ignoring the way you’d been subtly holding onto either of their wrists just so you wouldn’t be left alone.

the night grew darker and the festival livelier.

a few kids were running out of the haunted house in tears. a few laughing by the game booths. however, you couldn’t ignore the twisting deep in your stomach, or the way you felt every nerve spark when you’d glanced over at the forest.

the ominous darkness hypnotizing. luring you in…

“here try this!” gojo gushes, shoving the sweet carmel apple in your face, considering you were the only other person he knows that likes sweet things like him.

you hold his wrist, keeping him back to take it in your hand, cheeks flushing at the taste, eyes glancing up to—

your heart stops. throat running dry. what the fuck.

a few feet away stood a man in bloody clothes, creepy dark clown mask covering his face. every single hair on your body stood up.

weird. you swallow the lodge in your throat, stepping closer in your friend group, hiding yourself from the clown’s view.

unfortunately that wasn’t the only time you caught a clown in the corner. it was first by the food vendors. then again by the game booths. he was lurking, passing by, briefly turning to catch your eye, then disappearing. then it was outside the haunted house. your brows pinch every time, ignoring the way you tense up. is this the same clown?

the longer you walked around, the more tension in your shoulders wind, spotting two more clowns. but that’s also when you realized that it was one of the uniforms for the scare actors, you swallow the lump lodged in the back of your throat. and yet, you avoid making eye contact with the forest….everything’s fine…

“no.” utahime states.

the three of you were standing beside the entrance to the haunted maze, the haunted house wasn’t as scary as shoko would’ve liked it to be, maybe because gojo and geto were there as scare actors and were ruining the experience, so here you guys are. utahime reluctant to go in.

“you guys on line?” nanami suddenly appeared behind you guys, along with utahime’s very infamous crush.

“yes!” utahime cheers.

your eyes pop. whatthefuck! you were banking on utahime refusing to go in and you humbly declining so she wouldn’t be alone. but now…

the sweat slowly trickles down your back. hands clammy as you follow closely behind your friends. utahime and her crush in front. shoko and nanami behind. you in the middle. perfect…perfect….you’re protected…

but then the loud curl of utahime and nanami’s screams after two scare actors lunged from the bushes, had you all panicking. your instincts kicking in, and running after the only person in front of you.

“hime! slow down!” you cry, running blindly through the maze to catch up to your friend, only to turn and…dead end. “HOW?!”

your immediately wiping back and forth, checking all your blind spots. this is the worst. you’re gonna kill her, what turn did you miss? you’re dragging your feet around to find your way out. or at least, find one of your friends…

but it proved much harder then you’d imagined.

the more time that passed the more anxious and unnerving you grew. the wind whistling grew stronger, the sound of branches cracking against one another unsettling.

how deep in the maze are you? there’s something else in maze…sukuna’s words echo in your mind. you can practically picture it coming from his vicious tongue once nanami had told you the story. your throat felt stale, senses sharper than ever, flinching at every creak and snap. why did he wake up in the forest? and why haven’t you seen him all night? gojo and geto were working too, but they managed to sleep away for a sweet treat, but it’s close to midnight and you still haven’t heard a thing from the man, not even a text. is he looking for you? …should you look for him? your fingers quietly pull out your phone, gently swiping to your group chat quickly typing out where everyone was.

sukuna laying in the forest, a man with antlers standing over him…why’re you scaring yourself?! you scream checking your phone again.

no answer. “seriously,” you mutter, opting just to call shoko. one ring, the call cuts. did her phone fucking die?? —crack—

your heart stops.

another crack sends immediate waves of sweat and chills coursing through your skin, your eyes slowly pan up, sweat glistening through your pores, chills running down your spine like a shock.

fuck me. staring straight dead at you was none other than, the clown.

whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck

your heart was beating a million times per second, face hot, throat dry, hell no—! leave—run—

you’re turning on your heel, kicking off the ground with as much force as you can muster, sprinting in the opposite direction. the pounding behind you instant upon your flee, heavy slams drawing closer, and closer. your breathing out of sync, head get dizzy. where is everyone?? you turn again, right, right, left. is there anyone else in this fucking maze?? the. the pounding behind you seizes, you glance over your shoulder briefly… no one.

did you lose him, your legs continue pushing forward. it’ll be fine if you find someone else, no big deal. haunted mazes are fun when you’re not alone! you cry internally, running faster if you could with this tight ass costume, turning the corner into—

dead end.

you stumble in your tracks, heart thudding rapidly against your chest, eyes hot and stinging, turning, you trip back, catching yourself as frozen at the clown blocking your exit. “this isn’t funny…”

which clown was this one? the one staring at you by the booths, or at the haunted house? is he working the maze? you saw a few when you entered—

he steps closer, his size dwarfing yours, as you stumble back, eyes darting everywhere. your grip tightens around your phone, “don’t come any fucking closer,” your voice shakes. so close to puking. but the clown ignores your threats, cornering you against the pillar, noting the dead end maze. “I’m being serious!” you scream, arm flailing up and coming straight down towards his head with your phone—

he catches your wrist.

your hand immediately shoots out, shoving his chest back, desperate and not ready to give up, heart screaming in your ears. “don’t— get away—“

the low whistle resounds deep in your core. body igniting, and arms going limp. eyes hot in seconds when you hear the low chuckle. “told ya’ I’d find you.”

your blood pressure spikes, brows pinching with unadulterated rage as you snatch the mask off him, eyes meeting the familiar blood orbs. “you fucking asshole!” you shove the mask in his chest, letting it hit the floor, shoving him harder with both arms. the deep chuckle only further sets you off, face drawn into a deep scowl as you hit his chest with a fist, barely making him budge as he chuckles louder as if this whole fucking thing was amusing. you raise your boot covered foot kicking him hard in the shin.

the man buckles over, barking out a curse, “you kick like a fucking man!”

“that wasn’t funny ryo! you fucking asshole, I was so close to shitting myself it’s not even funny!” you gasp, buckling over to hold your chest. the relief flooding through you and had you literally taking a minute to realize you weren’t going to die, ignoring the dampness on your cheeks.

“it’s a haunted maze, woman, obviously I’m gonna fuckin’ scare ya,” he groans, craning his neck shaking his leg off with a disgruntled huff.

“don’t even,” you huff, “you scared the shit out of me, chasing after me like a fucking psycho!”

“never claimed I wasn’t,” his smug reply earns a glare from you. letting him step closer now, brushing a hand over your waist, dipping his head to meet you at eye level. “good thing y’told me who ya dressed as,” his eyes dip down to the revealing cleavage of your costume, lips brushing yours. “got hard the second I saw you running.”

you tsk, rolling you eyes. “yeah whatever, I don’t know how you can even get turned on in a place like this,” your eyes wander around the maze, hand tightening around the jacket of his bicep. “shouldn’t you be working the maze?” you mutter.

his voice dips, tightening his grip on your waist hearing the latex scrunch. he presses you into the concrete pillar, sighing one your hold on him tightens, “ i am…” he trails off, kissing your jaw. your eyes still darting around you.

“w-where in the maze are we?” you clutch onto him, absolutely terrified when you hear the low whistle of the wind, branches brushing in much closer than before.

“the far back of the maze, this pillar marks the north right side. closest to the forest,” his lips trail to your ear, sighing, words much calmer when he speaks. “why’re you alone?”

you blink, heart hammering, “i wasn’t. i was with hime, her crush, kento, and shoko, then we got lost. this place is actually impossible to get through.”

“how’d you get lost if you were with them going in?” he tsks, visibly annoyed pulling back to look at your face.

you frown, “we got scared and I went to follow hime, but she freakin’ bolted and ditched me!”

his jaw locks, “you couldn’t retrace your steps?”

“no. i was trying to catch up to her, and wasn’t paying attention,” you huff, glaring back at sukuna who looked unbelievably pissed off now. “what? it’s not my fault I got lost. you’re acting like i did it on purpose .”

his jaw locks, leaning closer.

the air is stiff….your lips part, waiting for him to say something, but he continues to stare. arm unwavering, securely wrapped around your waist. your heart thumps with unease, glancing around again…

“you’re scared,” he mutters, almost missing it if you weren’t so close.

“huh?” you flinch when his lips connect to yours, swallowing your cute gasp. his familiar warmth and scent easing your nerves, allowing his bulky body to completely shield you from any harm. “ryo,” you hold his wrist, feeling it slip to the hem of your dress.

“you’re not gonna let me feel?” he licks his lip, eyes lidded as staring at you, you dip to the side, trying to see if anyone is behind.

“y-you can, but…” you flinch hearing another snap in the distance. “ryo,” his name comes out as more of whine. his lip curling as he kisses your cheek.

“lemme jus’ feel. ease your jumpy nerves and then I’ll personally escort y’outta the maze,” he smiles already feeling your grip loosen on his wrist. “I wouldn’t leave you alone here. this is jus’ punishment for getting lost.”

your lips turn to kiss him more feverishly, clearly not seeing it as a punishment at all. “okay, but keep—“ you swallow the lump. “keep talking, jus’ so I’m not like…” you pant lightly, the tension still locking you up. unable to fully utter the words that you’re scared…

“I’ll talk you through it,” he muttered, voice so deep and sultry you feel it in your core. his heart thumps feeling you hold him tighter. he grips your thigh, lifting it around his slutty torso, warm palm gliding under the dress to grip your ass, squeezing. “was gonna tell y’earlier…probably didn’t even need to know who you’d be dressed as,” he smiles, “I’d recognize this pretty ass anywhere. are you even wearing any panties under here?”

your lips part, his other hand trailing up your inner thigh, fingers ghosting the soft flesh as you sigh just a little louder. “o-obviously.”

his canines peak, grinning at the feel of your wet panties. his middle finger ghosting over the thin material before pushing it between your lips, letting your panties stick to your puffy folds. “did you piss yourself from fear, or is this the usual amount?” he teases, earning a loud tsk from you, making him chuckle deep, hitting your cheeks with more butterflies.

“don’t act surprised,” you mutter, annoyed.

the cheeky bastard only grins devilishly, kissing your lips with more favor. “your pussy getting wet that fast will always surprise me, woman,” he groans in your mouth, fingers gliding over your panties, rubbing your clit through the drenched material. he doesn’t take too long to curl a single finger around the hem, tugging it to the the side. “especially out here,” the cool air touches you sweetly, lips parting with a sweet whine, tongue meeting his in a savory kiss as he sinks a long, thick finger in.

“good girl, letting the scary clown touch y’r pussy in this scary maze?” he laughs lightly, your lips cutting him off, arms wrapped around his neck, leg hiked around his thigh keeping yourself open for him. “y’ always remind me, how big of slut you are, anyone can pass by here and see me fingering this tiny pussy,” he groans, two fingers stretching you open now, easing your nerves, his words the only sound you’re focusing on, along with the squelching of your shameless pussy.

“ngh…feels good,” you whine, eyes glossy, jaw going slack as he keeps you pressed against the pillar, fingers pumping deeper inside you, the squelching obscene drenching your inner thighs with the ruthless pace, his rough palm hitting your mound with every thrust.

“how can y get off here? you want someone to pass by don’t you? see this big scary man stretching you open, making you whine like a fuckin’ slut,” the clenching of your pussy was enough of an answer.

“m’ close,” you bite your lip, making the man snort, leaning close to your lips.

“first time you’re controlling those slutty moans?” he curls his fingers more, your back arching lips parting in a silent cry, trying more to keep your voice down. “ah ah just like that, yeah,” he coos teasingly, lips brushing your open mouth, chuckling darkly when your body locks up, clawing at his shoulders, as you tense. “there we go…yeah, haah good cum all over my fingers,” he talks you throw your entire orgasm. his cock straining as your syrupy slick runs down his wrist. smirk darkening when you’re pressing your lips back on his, unbothered as he unzips the front of your latex costume, that hugs you so fucking well, letting your tits spill out.

“you’re acting like you want more,” he mutters through wet kisses, rugged palm cupping the soft flesh of your tit, the other still securely holding your ass up, keeping you in place.

“i…do,” you pant, tongue circling his, whine muffled once you feel him press his bulge between your thighs. “do it like this though…don’t turn me around, please,” you whisper the last word. arms unable to unlock even if he tried, keeping you desperately attached to the man.

his chest flares, ears hot, and crotch throbbing. why are you so cute when you’re scared? it makes him feel sick that you’re actually holding onto him like you’re savior. him. fuck he’s such an asshole for not telling you, but then you’d be terrified…

so he kisses you deeper. holds you tighter.

“you wanna get fucked like this, it’s messier,” he grunts out, rutting his hips harder, finger digging into your ass. you whine, muscles flexing as you hang off his shoulders.

“don’t care….jus’ do it like this,” you hug him, standing on the tips of your toes, moaning again when he pushes his thumb against your nipple, letting the kiss get sloppier drooling into your open lips ruining your lipstick more.

“whatever y’ say,” he grips your ass higher, your costume sliding over his hand exposing your whole ass to the cool air sending chills down your spine. “I’ll fuck y’ however you want,” he mutters, keeping you pressed against the pillar but moving his arms off you. “as long as you keep askin’ me,” he struggles a bit to get his hands between your bodies to unbuckle his belt.

“babe,” he grunts.

you don’t budge.

“I can’t fuckin—loosen your grip, woman,” he growls. your answer only comes as you pushing your torso away from his, arms still around his shoulder keeping him bent down awkwardly fiddling with the belt. “christ, just two seconds.”

“you said it’s fine like this,” you huff, uncharacteristically acting like a complete an total brat. arms locking tighter, the man grunts, your leg still around his thigh, keeping you attached to him like a child throwing a tantrum.

“yeah, if i can get my dick out, jesus,” he grips your waist, pulling you back slightly, but it seemed impossible. your arms were quite literally secured around his neck. “you’re impossible.”

“stop complaining,” you grumble, earning a scoff from the man. gasp slipping past your lips as you’re easily lifted up from your waist. no extra effort watered in the action as he looks up at you now.

“stay up there,” he grunts. the subtle flex of strength sent another wave of heat pooling between your thighs. your legs lock around his clothed torso, allowing the man to unbuckle his pants, unzipping his jeans and tugging his chubby girth out, all while you remained attached to him like koala, lathering his lips with your spit and kisses. “god I’m gonna fuck you like this, have you screamin’ my name in seconds.”

your lips smack against each other, letting him firmly press you into the pillar, keeping you up, letting the kiss send oozing drips of pre pushing out of his bulbous tip.

your moans are muffled, clutching onto him desperately, finally feeling the crown of his head nudge your pulsing hole. your body easily betraying every rational part of your brain as you moan louder.

“fuck you’re the slut of halloween night aren’t you,” he chuckles, low and deep pushing his tip in, and dropping your weight to take the entire length. “angh fuck.”

the moan that rips through you was uncalled for, especially when you suddenly latch onto him tighter face burying in his neck. “that was loud,” you cry in fear.

“yeah, no shit,” he groans, hips coming out, before slamming his full length in you again earning a muffled cry from you. his thrusts are brutal, even when he’s fucking you in public! pinning you to the pillar and already starting rough pace. “now we gotta go faster before one of the actors comes by, ngh”

“what?! why why it’s a maze—angh—“ your cries get muffled by the man. “which actor, don’t say the clowns—“

“most of us are clowns, or zombies,” he grunts, slamming up relentlessly. the squelching already resounding in the small closed space of the dead end square. “and we’re close to the forest—“

“don’t mention the forest!” you whine, his hips slamming harder coaxing a louder moan from you. maybe you were a complete slut, the thrill of being caught, but also your increased nerves had all your nerves coursing rapidly through your body.

his bulging arms wrapped under both of your legs, large hands pressed against the pillar as he fucks himself into your lewd hole, the angle had him panting in his costume, dipping his head to kiss the tops of your tits, groaning every time you clench around him.

sukuna ignores you, jaw going slack, his lips pressing open mouthed kisses along your breasts, panting heavily, grunts accompanied by each thrust. your eyes are rolling back, globes of tears stream down your face, from both the pleasure, and the loom of something going terribly terribly wrong…

however, the extreme amounts of dopamine coursing through your veins, couldn’t stop the sudden gush from snapping in your core, squirting.

“shit!” sukuna’s hips jerk back at the splash, pushing his cock out. “you squirt in the worst fuckin’ times, babe,” and he’s groaning so obscenely at the feeling, gribbing his base again rubbing his cock head through your spluttering folds feeling you squirt another thick gush when he presses his wet tip against your clit. then back down to circle your hole as it spasms a few more weak spurts, soaking his heavy base along with his jeans.

“mmm’ didn’t mean too,” you babble, drool slipping down your chin, as he shoves his full length back in, knocking the air from your lungs, nails digging into his nape. “ngh—ahh sensitive ryo”

his lips connect with yours in a hungry kiss, swallowing your cries and muffling his own throaty moans as you exchange spit and tongue. ignoring your squirming body as his hips get sloppier, slamming every inch of him into you. you can tell he’s getting closer as he stops kissing you, his tongue lazing out against yours, groaning as you feel his chubby girth twitch violently between your gummy walls.

with a final few sloppy thrusts, he buries himself deep inside, crushing you against the pillar as his tip blows ropes of sticky white cum inside you. his load is thick and warm, rutting lazily to milk every glob.

your both left panting against each other, heavy breaths mixing as your nails scratch his nape as if you were both peacefully laying in the post sex glow after rounds in your apartment. but no, you’re in a very unsettling halloween maze, and the blood curdling scream not to far away has you both snapping back to reality.

“ah shit,” he groans, keeping you pressed as he pulls out watching the globs of cum ooze out. his jaw locking at the mess. “y’really decided to spray me here and not when I’m butt-ass naked tryna get you to squirt on my dick and face when we’re home?”

your heart thumps, not missing the gentle swarm of butterflies that break when he uses the word home to describe your cramped little apartment. “I don’t control that sorta thing, so don’t embarrass me.”

the man grumbles, slowly setting you down, allowing you the chance to finally see the mess in question. your cheeks sting at the sight of sukuna’s lengthy cock softening as it hangs heavy from his fly, completely covered in your juices and the sticky frothy white of his cum circling his base and pubes. but also how the entire front of his jeans is dampened by you.

all you can manage is a quiet, “oh.”

and even after all that, you’re still gripping the sleeve of his shirt, watching him fix himself back into his stained boxers and jeans. it was alluring and had a soft pulse beat between your legs at the sight of sukuna buckling his belt, unbothered by the fact that you’ve completely doused his crotch in your juices.

“you’re still holding me after getting fucked and squirting everywhere? what if someone had passed by huh?” his voice dips devilishly low, kissing your ear as he slowly zips the front of your dress up, hidding your precious tits back underneath the costume. “they would’a seen this sweet cunt gushing everywhere like a faucet,” he stops the zipper much higher than you had it before, covering most of your cleavage. his hands sliding to your hips back down to hold your ass. “would y’ have liked if they saw?”

your lips part in shock, body heating up, pussy clenching feeling the load he’d just stuffed inside you ooze down your leg getting close to the rim of your thigh high boots. your face pressing into his shoulder.

“would you?” he presses, kneading the flesh harder, pulling your cheeks apart, feeling more of his cum slip out!

you squeak, shaking your head, eyes meeting his before uttering the most downright awful thing you could ever say to a man that isn’t even your boyfriend.

“only ever want you to see, ryo.”

and the way two people can look at each other like that, and say things neither of them could fully back up, should be a crime.

especially when your arms are wrapping around his neck, kissing his lips so softly, sweeter than before so that he can taste your lips instead of trying to swallow you whole. you gently pull back to exhale a sigh. his grip loosens on your ass and fixes your soaked panties in place, then pushing the material of your dress back over your ass covering you up like a gentleman, and slotting a beefy thigh between your legs to soak and clean the dripping cum with his jeans. not caring how filthy he looks now.

his lips meet yours with every kiss, keeping you pressed against him, making out…

“woah, sorry,” a shocked voice squeaks at the exit, your grip tightens automatically, clutching onto the man as he glances over. the two zombie actors blink rapidly. “oh it’s you sir! we’ve been lookin’ for you, president gojo told us to call ya up front, it’s an emergency.”

your grip eases, he was one of the pledges for sukuna’s frat.

“yeah yeah, I’ll be there,” sukuna barks, waving them off like a flies.

“guess I’m headin’ in the same direction,” he pulls away, adjusting himself through his jeans, because obviously a sweet make out session with you, in a creepy ass maze, could make him hard after nutting minutes ago.

your lips part once his hand slots down, dwarfing yours in his firm grip, but you’re latching onto his whole arm as you walk out. eyes darting around every time you turn a corner. sukuna watches quietly, tongue poking his cheek in mild irritation, not at you, but because you sure as shit weren’t afraid of anything a week leading up to this festival until nanami decided to open his big mouth.

another crack has you clutching him tighter, unintentionally tugging his collar down, choking him, “calm down,” he grumbles, adjusting his shirt.

“there were other creepy ass clowns here, you’re not the only one,” you pause, chills running down your spine before you say the next part. “and their could be something else too.”

sukuna goes stiff, his eyes darken under the moonlight.

you were now near more people, the exit of the maze could be seen in the distance. college students and a few kids in tears running towards the exit, along with a few laughing. but sukuna freezes, his grip tightens around your hand.

“kento told y’ guys everything, huh?”

the hairs on the back of your neck stand. throat tightening as you look up at the man. the expression on his face was daunting…unlike anything you’d ever seen. his thick brows were pinched, eyes dark with something distant swimming behind them, muscles tightening around his locked jaw.

“ryo?” you softly call, eyes wide in unsettled fear at the man who just fucked you raw in a halloween maze, and was now spacing out at the worst moment. “ryo,” you tug his sleeve.

“let’s keep walking,” he nudges you forward, and your quick to stay close, heart pounding louder, watching him pick up his strides until you’re reaching the exit. your friends coming into sight, all jumbled up by the exit along with gojo and geto and a few safety officers.

“what the hell?! you were together the whole time?!” utahime screeches, eyes rimmed red as if she’d been crying the whole time. her crushes jacket hanging off her shoulders in quiet comfort.

“yeah, what’s wrong?” you rush over to her, finally letting go of the man to check on your friend, your eyes wide with worry.

she shoves you back in anger, “you! you were stuck in there for over an hour! we all eventually came out, and tried calling you but you weren’t answering!! what the hell!” her tears immediately start to flow again, hitting you again, lighter.

your brows pinch pulling out your phone. “I tried calling you guys and I didn’t get an answer,” you check your notifications suddenly all their messages and missed calls coming in.

“so you guys were together the whole time huh?” gojo smugly slips into the conversation, eyes sweeping over you and then sukuna. neither man missing the wet patch in front of his crotch even if it was subtle in the dark.

sukuna scowls in response.

“she got lost and passed through my section,” sukuna huffs, your eyes glancing over at him, the expression he carried earlier was gone, back to his usual grumpy scowl. he catches you staring, brows relaxing noticing him dip his gaze to your lips.

he can’t just!— you flush turning away. missing the subtle smirk on his lips.

and the rest of the night played out with your friends close by, completely oblivious to sukuna holding kento back, growling deep and threatening.

“don’t let her, or any of those girls leave your sight,” his jaw locks glancing back at you, shoko laughing as she slaps utahime’s blushing face. “you understand?”

and even if this was a clear threat towards nanami, he ultimately was the only one that believed what sukuna saw that night three years ago. nodding his head and swearing to the man that you three won’t leave his sight.

sukuna didn’t need to add the other part about what happened tonight. opting to keep it between himself, gojo, and geto.

he was walking through his section when he’d heard the blood curdling scream and saw you wip past him, and right on your tails was a clown. the bat he’d been carrying swung with more force than he can muster in his huge size, landing a hard crack in the clown’s ribs, knocking him to the ground.

the clown wails in pain. unbothered, sukuna kneels down on his chest, cutting his airway as he rips the mask off. “we only have six fuckin’ clowns in this maze,” he seethes, eyes sweeping over the groveling man’s face, “and we each have these shitty bands on our biceps, to count….and you don’t have one…” the man’s eyes widen, scrambling to get up, but sukuna is already cracking a hard fist straight to his jaw knocking him out.

his eyes darken, blood boiling and fist tightening for another punch, but he hears your pounding footsteps getting further away.

he lied. or better yet, he didn’t correct you when you assumed he was the same clown. how would it make you feel better to know it was some creep that snuck in and was chasing you to do gods knows what. his blood curdles at the thought. of course he’d rather hover over you all night, but he ultimately agreed to scout the back of the maze, especially since he didn’t know what else would be circling the forest or if other people would fall victim….

and as oblivious as you were, you couldn’t shake the feeling that sukuna wasn’t telling you the full truth, or more so he was keeping something secret.

maybe you didn’t want to know. maybe you wanted to wait by the food vendors with your friends, dragging the conversations and laughter until the very end of the festival and sukuna and the other boys were finally free from the shackles of volunteering. gojo in shambles, and geto holding him up.

maybe you just wanted to silently rub whatever was swarming through sukuna’s mind when his eyes met yours. gaze sweeping over your form as if this was the first time he’s really taking in your costume. and finally fulfilling his lustrous desires once you arrived back at your apartment, fucking you mean and fast still in costume. except that he was completely stripped bare, forcing you to keep the costume on, just to make the big mess he’d been daydreaming about.

and in the late hours of halloween night, sukuna basked in your warmth, ignoring the terrible whispers he’d heard throughout the night, or the slight twitch in his eye when he felt something hovering over his shoulder, or the unnerving feeling deep in his stomach, like another mouth was splitting it open.

whatever comes out of that forest on halloween night seems to settle only when sukuna is around. keeping watch…

it wasn’t his imagination, just a bad dream seeing the four-armed beast lurking in the woods.

his grip tightens around you, holding you closer more protectively between his arms.

and eventually he’d fall asleep to your soft breaths, instead of the low hum of the forest….

more frat!kuna

a/n: i was writing this with the craziest imagination at night, scaring myself half to death just thinking ab the forest stuff but reading it back in the morning im just like…it’s not that scary. anyways I hope you guys liked it!! — (pumpkin divider by @/strangergraphics)

classyrbf

thinking about fucking professor!nanami who you met at a bar, celebrating your last day of summer before college classes begin again. With his blonde hair, chiseled cheekbones and those muscles popping out from his dress shirt may have made you a little nervous, but with a few shots of liquor in your system you gained liquid courage. His perfect smile and smooth voice only drew you in more, and god how his thighs looked in those khakis made your imagination run wild. The conversation ran smooth, he told you he was a professor, which led you to realize he was older than you may have believed, but that didn’t stop you. Honestly, it seemed exciting being with an older man considering you’ve been told many times that they’re great in bed.

So with a few drinks in your system and hours of flirting back and forth, you both end up in his car, in the back of some random building. Your dress is hiked up, and his hands are gripping your ass, guiding your hips up and down his cock. The aroma of sex and sweat lingers in the air, your bodies pressed close together as he thrusts up into you. The tip of his cock grazes against your cervix, your eyes rolling back. “You’re so fucking deep! Yes!” You cry out. And Nanami doesn’t plan on stopping, the intoxicating of your pussy gripping down on his does something to his brain. Having a pretty little thing like you on top of him makes his dick throb harder than ever before, especially with how eager you are.

His hand swats down your ass, grabbing at the flesh to soothe the sting. His breath fans against your ear, panting heavily as he succumbs to your warmth, basking in the pleasure and thrill of this moment. “You like it right here? Huh?” He angles his hips just slightly, flushed against yours as he presses against your sweet spot. You let out a pornographic moan, gripping onto him tightly. “That’s the spot, baby? Right fucking there, hm?” He toys with you, thrusting up into you again. Your body shudders in his hold. “Ohhh, yes, baby. Take it. Fucking take it.” He starts loving at an animalistic pace, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” With each brutal thrust, your skin heats up, heart rapidly pounding in your chest. Your brows furrow in pleasure, turning your head to catch his lips, feverishly kissing him. His tongue slips against yours, both of you moaning, panting, high off pleasure. “Ohhh…shit…I’m gonna—gonna c-cum!” You moan, biting down on your bottom lip.

“Atta girl, cum on my dick. Let me feel all of you,” he whispers against your ear, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you. “I got you, sweetheart.” His presses a messy kiss to your lips, each growing second your orgasm builds, and you already know how intense it’ll be. Your mind goes completely blank, incoherent mumbles and whimpers are all that are heard from you. Without warning, your entire body shakes, your orgasm raining down on you like a storm. “There she is,” he chuckles. “Good fucking girl.” He spanks your ass a few times, taking enjoyment out of watching you cum on his dick, still fucking him back as best as you could.

And the next morning, your up early in the morning, walking to your new class like nothing happened the night before. Thankfully it was your last year of college before you were officially done. It felt like a lifetime before that would happen though. You sat down in the lecture room, noticing a few faces from campus and previous classes through the years. It wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. All you were hoping is that the introduction was quick and smooth so you could go back to bed.

The side door to the room opened, the professor clearing his throat and setting down his things on the empty desk. “Good morning class, welcome to bio chemistry. I’m sure it’s nothing new for you. My name is Professor Nanami—”

You look up from your laptop, eyes wide in shock to see that your professor is in fact the man who just fucked you in his car last night. Why didn’t he say he was working at this college? Why didn’t you ask more question? You were so stupid. “Oh my god, oh my god,” you quietly whisper to yourself, hoping he didn’t notice you in the sea of students. “Are you fucking serious?!” You sink down in your seat just enough for the laptop to hide your face.

If only this class wasn’t a requirement for your major…

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lov4gor3

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raynehmms

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peachsayshi

₊ ⊹ . ݁ THE KING ₊ ⊹ .

(boxer!sukuna x reader)

⊹ tags: ryomen sukuna x female reader; childhood friends; character mentions: uraume - satoru gojo; unresolved tension; sukuna is oh so in love; fluffy but a mix of angst/smut/fluff; domestic; non curse au; p in v sex; unprotected sex; dry humping; making out; oral sex;

:about: you've known sukuna before he was a world boxing champion, when he was just a scrawny kid who used to hide behind your legs when you were both in kindergarten. sukuna is growing tired of the fame and fortune, and all he really wants is to fall into the arms of the one person who he's always considered his home.

this fic is one shot. I'll happily answer any lore questions regarding boxer!sukuna x reader, but there will not be a part two or more parts of their story. It is a standalone.

wc: 19K+

raynehmms

What a masterpiece you have created….my heart.

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