WARNINGS: none (unless WINK WINK), Latina reader in mind as I wrote this (always and forever), speaking spanish
(The way you can see the side of the guys head PLS)
Anyways-
âą You and Suguru decided to go out to get a late snack
âą As in late, itâs five pm
âą And as in snack, yâall are getting canes
âą When Suguru comes to pick you up, he hands you the aux, which you gladly accept
âą Gasolina by Daddy Yankee starts playing
âą When I say you start moving, you start MOVING
âą Acting like itâs a rager in his black Honda civic
âą Youâre singing your heart out
âą LLENA SU TANQUE DE ADRENALINA
âą some lyrics pass
âą DAME MĂS GASOLINA
âą more lyrics pass
âą TĂ ME DEBE ALGO Y LO SABE
âą Sugurus looking at you like đ (he has no idea what youâre saying)
âą Youâre shaking your head and everything (hair whipping around, a sad attempt at twerking in your seat, grabbing one of getos hands to pump it in the air as you âdanceâ
âą He lowk likes it
âą After yâall eat canes, you give him head in an empty parking lot
âątaking him fully into your mouth as he leans his head back onto the headrest, softly groaning.
âą sloppy toppy for geto 24/7
âââââââââââââ
A/N
Idk about yâall but when I listen to this in the car? Itâs suddenly the club. I literally will be singing and moving to every song (that might be my autism speaking deadass)
Once again, someone pls request something in my asks (PLS YALL PLS)
OH SHES SO BACK. DĂa de los Reyes Magos with Nanami. Think about it. ALSO LATINA READER IN MIND
ââŠ..so I cut it wherever?â
Nanami looks at the bread before glancing up at you and your family before looking back to the rosca.
You nod your head, handing him the knife. âYep! Cut wherever. If you the get the baby, show it to us. No hiding it under your tongue, or swallowing it.â
âPeople swallow it?â
âDonât even ask.â
With a slight sigh, Nanami begins cutting his piece of the rosca with you standing idly by. He pulls out the slice and examines it: âno babyâ
Slightly clicking your tongue, you get the knife handed back to you by nanami as you estimate where you want to cut it.
Cut it there?
Or cut it right here?
Or maybe right there?
Nah, maybe more-
You get snapped out of concentration when you hear your family urging you to cut it and stop beating it around the bush.
Your mom calls you out, âÂĄLo haces de emociĂłn!â
You narrow your eyes at all at her, playfully shushing all of them before finally cutting your slice of the rosca. The knife goes smoothly through the bread, so you confidently pull out your slice.
Least to say there it was: a plastic baby Jesus, wedged in the bread
Your family goes absolutely insane in laughter- not even laughter, howling as they look at you with the slice of bread with the baby Jesus. You press your lips into a fine line and look to Nanami, holding up the baby Jesus.
A small crack of a smile forms as he sees the expression of disbelief on your face and the laughter of your family. He could spend many more years like this with you.
You look back to your family and point to them, âtwo more babies. Get to cutting!â
Later in the night, Nanami found a baby Jesus in his slice of rosca. The other couldnât be found until a week later, and we all assumed it was a fluke by the baker- that was until your older brother revealed he hid his baby Jesus under his tongue.
A/N
Uh oh. So likeâŠ.whatâs up. Whatâs new. Letâs pretend that I havenât written an actual fic for the first time in like six months? Yeah letâs pretend.
January 6 is not for the weak yall đ I got a baby Jesus when I cut my third slice. Making tamales as we SPEAK
nanami stans...sleep. nothing happens. your husband came back home to you with your favorite cake and flower in his hand. he kissed your cheek when he found you sleeping on the sofa and adjusted in somehow despite his big body. you squirm and feel his warmth and he wraps his arms around you. that's it. that's what happened.
could you just imagine riding toji after he came inside you. heâd be so sensitiveâ insanely so he didnât even sound like himself.
heâd be laid back against the bed, panting as youâre riding him, half-lidded eyes flickering towards your waist, the way your hips rolled and moved against him. he grunts from the sheer stimulation while you whineâ heâs so deep, buried balls deep as you went up and down against his lap.
you grew dumber and dumber from his tip, biting down on your lip as your hands gripped onto his thighs before toji groans. âsâshit.. gonna cââ
and before he could finish his wordsâ you feel him shoot inside, dumping a thick velvety load inside of youâ you slow down for a bit to stare at toji, he looks so pretty. panting, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead before he brings you in for a kiss.
you kiss back, a smile on your lipsâ hearing him lowly grunt in your mouth before thatâs when you move your hips againâ back slightly arching and youâre riding him again after he came.
an abrupt whimper leaves tojiâs mouth as youâre still kissing him before he pulls away, his voice not that deep anymore. âahâoâoh fuckâ f-fuckkk..â
you stare at toji as youâre moving your hips, and his headâs thrown backâ
itâs unintentionally attractive,
especially with the way his left hand grips firmly onto your wrist. his right thigh bounced as heâs overstimulated from just releasingâ another tiny whimper leaves his mouth.
âdidnâtâ think youâd keep fucking ridin' meâŠâ he huffs out in a low breath, and his face is so flustered, he tries to hide a good portion of his face with his hand and itâs honestly cute. âshitââ
âshould i stop?â you mumbled with a tiny smug grin forming, leaning in to kiss toji on the right side of his mouthâ where his scar was.
âno.â he grumbles, and you giggled, seeing a tiny pout form on tojiâs face.
the more you stared at him, the more embarrassed he becameâ
it was as if his mood switched entirely. maybe this was the reason why he hated whenever you rode him. toji preferred fucking you, instead of the other way around. he wasnât fond of you being on topâ because things like this would happen.
heâd slip out a whimper after being insanely sensitive, and he barely got over it last time but now he was even more embarrassed.
âokay toji,â you hummed, leaning in to give him a kiss. toji briefly closed his eyes, kissing backâ his tongue softly grazing against yours, a hand pressing down on your thigh before he whimpers again in your mouth once you start to quicken your pace just a little.
âiâmâfâfuckin' sensitive stillââ
he pants, breaking away for a moment, his low voice pitching high just a bit.
as youâre buried with his cock shoved deep between your tight squeezing walls, you smile, watching toji bawl up a fist, rubbing his hand against his thighâ his eyes are low and start to roll back just a bit.
âfuckin' hell. 's making me feel too good, princess.â
he grunts, his voice sounding whiner and whiner throughout each breathy word that leaves his lips.
âneverâ lettin' you ride me ever again after this. sâshit..â
okay. I know I haven't posted anything in like a year. and I know I'm a little rusty so bare with me okđ I'm sorry for the wait! Reader was intended to be black but I don't describe any features.
lmk if I should turn this into a fic!!
Warnings: none!!
Chef!Sukuna is one of the world's biggest assholes. SURE he graduated top of his class AND SURE! The waitlist for his restaurant is so, ridiculously long. But his personality? Awful.Â
Heâs known for his near godly knife skills. He can chop an onion in ten seconds. Heâs pretty sure itâs a world record.
His own staff is so, so terrified of him. The new kid, whoâs bright-eyed and fresh out of culinary school, who was beyond excited to work at a Michelin-star restaurant quits on his first day.
(he cried on his walk home)
Sukuna leans into the back of his chair, while Uruame lets out an uncharacteristically loud sigh from their spot at the door.Â
They step closer into the room while speaking, âYou canât keep a Junior chef for more than six hoursââ
Sukuna groans, âCalm downâ your job is to be my sous. Act like it.â
He puts his feet up on the peeling wood desk in front of him, deftly ignoring several receipts that were strewn on it.
He groans while moving to leave his officeâ he had prep to do.Â
Heâs worked hard to get where he isâ to make his restaurant as good as it is. He designed the kitchen himself. He chose each appliance meticulously and placed them in the space deliberately
The delivery and food-prep and pastry sections are in specific parts of the kitchen, they cater to the menu.
Speaking of the menu. You cannot tell me that he didnât lock himself in his apartment with pots and pans strewn everywhere.Â
Heâd have a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his hair would be a little dishevelled
But, he finally figured out that what his main dish needed was an acid.Â
Heâd have a rare, genuine smile on his face while he runs his hand through his hair. Heâll take another bite and excitedly drum his fingers on his kitchen countertop. Heâs good. He knows heâs good.Â
Sukunaâs leaning on the host station with a pencil in hand reviewing the guest list for that nightâs dinner. His eyebrows raise at your nameâ which is circled in red marker angrily. He shouts to Uraume, whoâs at the back prepping.
âWhatâs the red marker for.â
âWe have a food critic coming in tonight.â
Sukuna scoffs, âWe always have food critics coming in.â
âThis oneâs different.â
Yeah right.
For the head chef, and owner of a michelin star restaurantâ Sukuna is relaxed.Â
Heâll wear a white button up and some black slacks and the days heâs expected to work front of house. But his sleeves will be rolled high on his forearms and thereâs always this dismissive look in his eyes
He doesnât have to be some kiss assâ his food speaks for itself.Â
People waited months to get into his restaurant for his food, not to have a conversation with him.Â
The first thing Sukuna realizes is that you take a laughably short time looking at the menu. From what he can see from the host station, youâre looking at it out of graciousness then necessity.Â
He walks over, ready to take your order. He nearly laughs when he notices that your notepad already has writing on it.Â
Youâre looking up at him through the low light of the restaurant. Itâs tinged red. Like a night club you think. Tacky.Â
âHi,â You smile, âIâm surprised Iâm being served by the Sukuna.â
âYeahâ itâs a slow day.â
You hum, âAnd here I was, thinking that you were out here just for me.â
He laughs. Itâs this loud, low and smoothe. âI can hear your heart breaking from here.â
âLetâs start with the focaccia.â Your voice is a little shaky. He likes the sound of it.
He walks to the kitchen with a familiar grin on his face.Â
Food critic his assâ youâre in love with him. He can tell.Â
Chef!Sukuna whoâs never as a negative review. Ever.
GQ. The New York Times. The Washington Post. Critics become regularsâ they want an excuse to chat Sukuna (even if he doesnât entertain it)
Heâs earned a name for himself in the food scene, you know. People love him whether they like it or not.Â
This was just the start tooâ heâll open more restaurants, maybe something more formal. He thinks of himself as an immovable object or an unstoppable force or whatever is in those management books Uraume reads
So, imagine his surprise when Uruame forwards an article to him at 11:54 pm on a thursday.
Especially when he sees that you wrote the article.Â
And that you gave the restaurant a 3 out of 5
A three out of fucking five.
Sukuna was going to kill someone. You, preferably.Â
could you do a drabble where eren and his virgin s/o are doing it for the first time and eren finds out how dirty minded his s/o is making hin want to corrupt and fuck his baby girl harder? Take care of yourself!
"relax, baby." he tells you, the tip of his cock finally popping inside of you. he's big, just the head feels too big inside of you. he slowly drags his cock inside of your walls until he's whole inside of you.
"you feel good?" he asks you, stroking your head. you nod at him but the stretch is still too painful. he waits few minutes before he moves inside of you. he presses his face in the crook of your neck, slowly speeding up. your body jerks when he hits your sweet spot and you moan loudly.
"fuck, faster." you moan out, making eren look at you with confused look.
"really? is that what you want?" he asks you and you put your legs around him to meet his cock. he gets rougher and faster just like you ask and you get lost in the pleasure. you let out please and moans as he fucks into you.
"choke me, daddy." you moan when he hits your spot repeatedly. but his thrusts stop.
"what did you say?" he asks you with wide eyes. you just smile cheekily at you, repeating the thing you said.
"oh, so this is the real you." he says with a smile, drilling his cock inside of you harder. your whole body shakes under his thrusts but he doesn't care. he wraps his hand around your neck, applying a bit of pressure.
"this whole time you pretended to be so innocent and here you are."
you can feel your orgasm coming and before you know, you're clamping down around his cock. the tight squeeze of your pussy makes him cum inside of you shortly after. he hisses at the pumps of your pussy but remains inside of you. erens arms pin you down when you try to pull away.
"let's make you cum few more times and we'll see if your naughty brain can take it."
"So, do you have any unique talent?" Satoru asked after taking one of the escargots he had ordered as an appetizer. For your first dinner date, he took you to this French restaurant. You tried to turn him down a couple times before, mainly because you thought he was obnoxious. Yet, the last time he asked you out, you were compelled to say yes. During your shift at the coffee shop, he threw his lanky ass body over the counter, attempting to give you a gigantic bouquet of flowers as he asked you out. You finally agreed since you didn't want the store manager to find out and scold you for what he done. He caused quite a scene in the shop.
"What kind of unique talent?" You replied.
"Oh, you know... like being able to chew on ice cream without getting brain freeze or whatever..."
You thought about it for a second and answered, "I'm ambidextrous."
"Wow," Satoru gasped, looking surprised, before he frowned, "That's a big word. What does that mean?"
"It means I can use both of my hands equally well."
"That's interesting, and very useful."
"Yeah, it is." You sipped your mocktail and asked, "What about you? Got any interesting talent?"
"Me? Oh, I can touch your belly button..."
You snorted, "What's so special aboutâ"
"...from the inside."
You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose. Satoru laughed heartily and moved on to another topic, ignoring your flushed cheeks.
I need this man in a way thatâs concerning to feminism
This man is a certified Latina lover (he told me himself. Iâm very delusional)
Matching Doc Martens >>>>
Just like Geto, LOVES when you comb through his hair
Letâs you practice eyeliner on him
Fucking him till the eyeliner comes off (PAUSE)
You paint his nails for him
He is so shy with you in public
Heâs not afraid to show you off, donât get me wrong but homie is scared of PDA
He has a tongue piercing that you didnât know about until he ate you out
(tehehehe)
He doesnât sleep, he hibernates.
You will wake up with this man wrapped around you: legs, arms, fingers, toes, EVERYTHING
You steal his shirts all the time
Loves making things for you
Beaded bracelet? Never coming off
A crappy ceramic mug? Never using another cup AGAIN
Loves when you watch him play video games
Going to concerts with this man is other worldly
He will be buying merch, food, even more merch
Like where is the money coming out of?
Is scared of your dad
He in fact does not boosts your delusions
A/N
I want to say Iâve been busy, but that would be a lie đ
Spending money on the JJK fortnite megumi skin? Who would ever do that (I did. Fourteen dollars down the drain. I donât even know how to play fortnite on the computer)
Iâm also starting college in like two weeks and the realization has started sinking in. I was thinking âI should fix my sleeping scheduleâ (itâs almost 3 am)
Going on a mission with Gojo, what could go wrong?
WARNINGS: smut. terrible depiction of action (fighting with curses)
Yaga had originally sent you on a mission, alone. That was until Gojo practically BEGGED the man for him to tag along. He only agreed because he wanted Gojo to shut up.
So thatâs the predicament you are in now. Your usual solo mission was now with Gojo Saturo. The way this man irrational you was otherworldly.
The way things couldnât get even worse, but he was stupidly attractive which made you even more angry.
Like actually so attractive.
Any time he pestered you, you couldnât help but blush. Partially because you were angry, and because you were lowkey turned on.
Imagine that now, especially in a serious mission.
You were walking through the courtyard of an abandoned church with Saturo who was talking your ear off. Something about how his students stained his shirt or whatever.
Both stopping in your tracks, you could feel the cursed energy overflowing from the curse. Saturo put a hand onto your shoulder, âLet me get this for you.â
You scoff, âDid you forget that this is my mission? Youâre just here in case I need help. Which I wonât need.â
Saturo simply grins.
That stupid shit eating grin.
You toss him a speaker and your phone.
He catches it easily. âWhat song?â
âYou already know.â
He laughs and types it into Spotify quickly: âGimmie! Gimmie! Gimmie! A Man After Midnightâ
You hear the beat start playing, increasing your cursed technique immensely.
The special grade curse comes out of the church building after hearing the music and launches to you.
You easily dodge it and manage to punch it through its rough body.
âGimmie, gimmie, gimme a chance after midnightâ
With a whole now created, you create sound waves using your cursed technique to vibrate the curse.
âWonât somebody help me chase the shadows away?â
The curse helps in pain as itâs body begins to vibrate apart. You then put your hands onto the ground as the next song plays.
âThey told him, âDonât you ever come around hereââ
The BPM fueled you even more. As the tempo of the song increases, so does your cursed energy. Releasing the cursed energy from your hands releases strong quakes which will go up into the body of the curse.
Before the curse disintegrated, it blasted a gust of dust onto both you and Saturo.
âOh god!â you say in between coughs. The dust didnât smell bad, it actually smelled like honey and roses.
You didnât realize what was going on until you felt a âheartbeatâ in your pussy. With widened eyes, you turn to Saturo to confirm your thought.
He was knelt on the ground, your phone and speaker discarded next to him. You run up to him to see if he was okay.
âSaturo- that curse..!â
You didnât even have the chance to finish your sentence as he quickly grabs your hand and palms it against his growing erection.
âY/nâŠâ he breathed out, âthat curse was something of a sexual nature.â
You blush intensely, dropping down to your own knees, âSaturo, we canât-â
He brushes your hand deeper onto his hard erection, âIf we donât do something about it now, itâll get worse,â he says in a whine.
You almost came from hearing him whine like that.
âI need you right now,â he says as he grabs onto your hips and places you on the ground. He quickly undoes his pants uniform. His length sprung up.
Your thoughts were confirmed.
He was, in fact, big.
Very big.
His tip was leaking of precum. He couldnât hold it back anymore. Saturo speedily ripped off your uniform from below the stomach area.
He began sliding in, slowly. He sighed as he felt relief slipping into you, your walls gripping him tightly.
You couldnât help but moan, eyes going to the back of your skull from the pleasure of just this alone. He hasnât even moved yet but you felt so satisfied.
Saturo began moving his hips softly but rough. You moaned as you wrapped your legs around his hips, digging your nails into his pretty, muscular back.
âMore! More Saturo!â
You didnât need to tell him twice as he continued moving his hips. His dick easily went in and out of you.
âSo wet, just fâme,â he whispers to you as he continues plummeting into you. He then used one hand to lift your hips up, just a little. Saturo whimpered as that made him bottom out.
You cried out as he hit the sweet spot. âFaster, Saturo.â
He moved even faster per your request, groaning as he did.
âIâm so close-!â he groans as he continues.
You moan and tug onto his hair, âCome inside me!â
He let out the most submissive moan as he came inside you, painting your walls in white.
You followed shortly after, coming all over his dick.
He got off of you as you both tried to catch your breath.
âYou felt so goodâ he said with a grin.
âI know,â you responded in a breathless whisper.
ââ
A/N
If someone offered me a million dollars to explain how cursed techniques are used I might as well give up on the spot.
Keep in mind this is my only second time writing a pure smut fic so pls be nice bro.
Also requests are open! Please feel free to say something! (pls yall)
Song in mind: Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion (my wife fr)
