I'm being organized rn so you don't get lost in the reblogs and shitposts
WARNING: i’m an nsfw blog even though some posts are sfw, minors DO NOT follow
I like never post and always have writer’s block smh, but i still luv your support <3
Obey me
Lucifer Drabble (NSFW short af)
Mammon x Reader ask (NSFW 3.7k)
Knock First Next Time|Leviathan x Reader (NSFW 4.2k)
Mermaid Levi <3 (SFW 2.4k)
In My Mouth|Beelzebub x Reader (NSFW 4.5k)
JJK
Bf!Choso Headcanons (NSFW .8k)
Choso x Reader (SFW 2k)
Bf!Geto Headcanons (NSFW .7k)
fwb!Sukuna x Reader Angst? (NSFW short)
fwb!Sukuna again (NSFW short)
Sukuna x gn!Reader (SFW 1k)
Bf!Sukuna Headcanons (NSFW .8k)
Part 2 and Part 3 (NSFW)
even more, more
jjk characters at the smoke sesh (SFW .6k)
Shoko Drabble (SFW so so short)
One Piece
Stoner!Sanji x Reader (NSFW drabble)
Bungo Stray Dogs
Akutagawa w/ lingerie kink (NSFW)
Assorted Tentacle Smut
Monster Under the Bed (NSFW .5k)
Bring Your Tentacle to Work Day (NSFW .5k)
Part 2 (NSFW .8k)
Part 3 (NSFW 2.3k)
Ask 1 Blue+Pink (NSWF idk short)
Ask 2 at a conference (NSFW 2.5k)
Part 3.5 (NSFW lil bit)
Ask 3 boss's house (NSFW .7k)
Witch's Garden (NSFW 1.1k)
Witch's Garden Pt. 2 (NSFW 1.2k)
Silly Little Original Fiction
Of Bic Lighters and Bad Parenting (SFW 1.4k)
Ask Rules
You can put whatever, questions, requests, rants, etc. as long as it follows the rest of the rules. There's really no theme for my writing because I just post what I want.
No minors: not in my work, blog, comments, asks. I want nothing to do with children at all and I obviously won't write anything romantic/nsfw with minors either.
Yes: fluff, angst, smut, reader-insert, some ships, most kinks, idc, but I'm sometimes picky about characters.
No: No poop stuff, necrophilia, beastiality (can’t even spell it 💀), dd/lg or age-play type stuff, incest or pseudo-incest (step-siblings are still gross), aged-up minors, or anything else I add in the future.
Fandoms: Obey Me, JJK, or monster fucker stuff. I will also write for assorted Mystic Messenger, One Piece, Naruto, Bungo Stray Dogs, Soul Eater, Haikyuu, Attack on Titan, Chainsaw Man, and Demon Slayer characters (comment characters under this post and I'll lyk if I can write them)
Top picks: Sukuna (jjk), Kakashi (nart), Hange (aot), Dr. Stein (soul eater), Aki (csm), Akutagawa (bsd)
Kinda as a final note, I'm a female and use she/her/they pronouns, so I'm not comfortable writing anything that's heavy mlm bc it's not my skill set or experience (i love women though so request some girl-on-girl shit)
doing chores while im high asf and pretending i’m a maid trying to get as much work done as possible before the dl!housewife (her cuck billionaire husband funds all of this) gets home from the gym and asks me to scrub her down in the bath
sukuna was meant to be a mortal kombat character. that’s his dream job, and he’d fit right in with the shokan (lowkey a good reference for his arm anatomy). anyways just a thought, somebody should make that for me.
i look at my hands and arms and they look like my mom’s, and i see her face in the mirror. it makes me wonder where she ends and i begin sometimes. especially when i act like her or see things i know she’s seen. it’s like im living her life from behind a pane of glass. not that our lives are particularly similar, but she’s just been placed in a new set of shoes.
summary: a psychic shares her vision with the king, saying that his soulmate would replace all 5 of his concubines one day. he had her banned from the premises for that absurd prediction. it wasn't until months later when he started believing the old bitch, after one cute yet disobedient servant started working at the shrine.
Controller | wc: 89k (on going)
summary: working as wasuke itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. you got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. but there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow.
or maybe he was the problem?
just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.
Not Just Anybody | wc: 54.6k (on going)
summary: on the rare occasion that sukuna takes his nephew out to the park, he notices another kid with blush pink hair— a baby to be exact. he tries not to stare too much, but it’s hard not to, it’s a rare hair color. it’s not until the baby’s mother takes her out of the swing set and back into her stroller when he realizes why you ghosted him almost 2 years ago.
Short Fics (25k words & under)
silent lovers | wc: 8.8k (complete)
summary: from walking to school together as kids to sharing an apartment in college, you and sukuna have always been attached at the hip. it used to be fine, it used to feel normal, having him at arms reach was just second-nature. now, as you two have gotten older, it's become unbearable. (nerd!sukuna)
your life as a side character | wc: 20k (on-going)
synopsis: someones dreams can also be anothers nightmare. that case is especially true for you as you suffer through y/n's whirlwind romance with your boss, satoru gojo.
but i'm into it | wc: 5.6k (complete)
summary: sukuna likes to think that you’ve changed him for the better— his friends and family agree. he’s calmer, less eager to fight. change comes easy when you have a girlfriend at home that’ll tell you to shut the fuck up if you sneeze too many times in a row.
Motion | (new!)
summary: a story in which an old childhood friend appears out of the blue to offer you a once in a lifetime oppurtunity to work as a bóttlę gırl at an esteemed gentlemàn's club, in the heart of tokyo. it was your gap year anyway, what could possibly go wrong? well, a lot. and it starts with your passport getting taken away and you being shipped off to a new location, straight into the hands of the underground's infamous kıngpın—ryomen sukuna.
Everlong | wc: 15.1k (on going)
summary: you’d think giving someone eternity would be enough, yet Sukuna still found himself spending the last century tearing apart every corner of the world in search of the wretched brat that begged him to turn her because she couldn’t live without him.
well apparently you could, and you have, which is even more of a reason for him to rip you to shreds for lying to him and then leaving him like that.
just when he thinks that maybe it might just be time for him to give up, he sees you casually walking down the lively streets of tokyo, as if you hadn’t managed to piss off one of the world's oldest vampires.
The Parasite | wc: 19.8k (complete)
summary: After so many years of trying and failing, you’ve finally found the one for you. He’s handsome, hardworking, and keeps to himself— Sukuna’s perfect. Well, in your eyes, he was. His victims would say otherwise. You're not supposed to know about them, by the way. Your boyfriend still has no idea that you snooped through his belongings while he was at work. Let's hope it stays that way. (serial killer x yandere)
Hesitance | wc: 23.3k (complete)
summary: sukuna is a gym owner, and very fond of his least productive employee.
this series includes a short fic + collection of moments the two have shared together during readers time working for him. side stories can be read on their own, but I highly suggest reading the hesitance 1 first to get a good idea of their dynamics.
No Rest for the Wicked | wc: 10k (complete)
summary: in which a certain mafia leader executes your employers entire clan, yet instead of killing you along with all the other house staff members, he decides to spare your life and makes you his own little maid. how fucked up would it be if he fell in love with you?
Husband!Sukuna One Shot + Drabble Series (complete)
summary: after 5 years of marriage, life suddenly takes a dramatic turn after receiving a phone call that your husband had gotten into a nasty motorcycle accident. nobody knows how he made it out alive with just a broken leg. although, he did temporarily lose his memory. you were wrong when you thought life would never be the same after that, your big brute of a husband is just as stubborn and dramatic as ever.
Bound | wc: 8k (complete)
summary: a story in which the demon that gets sent to you ends up being more charming than he is scary, resulting in a strange bond that makes you question your sanity.
Me and The Devil | wc: 8.3k (hiatus)
summary: when you first meet him, you have no idea what his technique is. all you know is that he's this big, beefy guy covered in tattoos—an absolute unit. he's the cockiest out of all of special grade sorcerers though, so it has to be something good. (modern day sorcerer sukuna)
Ceaseless | (new!)
summary: A lot can be said about Sukuna. If you had to come up with words to describe him, it'd be irritatingly persistent, that much is known with how many times he’s come into the brothel demanding your presence, rather than going with all the other courtesans he’s been offered… for free, thanks to the power and status that comes with his name. It's been years now. You can’t hide from him forever, especially not when your mother, the Madame herself, is starting to grow tired of turning him down.
18+ ⸝⸝⸝ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 & nerd!reader making out for the first time (spoiler: he’s a goner) <3
the air is thick with it—wet, greedy kisses that sound like he’s trying to overwhelm you, even as his mouth keeps brushing yours like he’s afraid to let go.
sukuna kisses you while you’re on his lap like a starved man, lips moving with a kind of urgency that blurs the line between respect and pure want.
one hand stays firm at the back of your neck, his palm hot against you your skin. the other swallows your face, cupping your cheek with a gentleness that almost feels wrong on him. though his grip tightens as if he can’t help it—holding you there, trapping you in him.
you’ve kissed him before, sure—shy, hesitant things that barely brushed the surface since the time you’ve began dating.
he was your first boyfriend. your first kiss.
but you’d never done anything like this before.
sukuna won’t ever admit it, but you were too damn cute today—your oversized sweater, glossy lips, baggy jeans, and glasses slipping down your nose. of course he couldn’t hold back any longer.
his tongue slides against yours and you whine into his mouth, finally melting above him. your fingers twist in his shirt, he lets out a low sound against your mouth—something between a groan and a laugh.
your glasses press crookedly against his face, the cool frame digging into his cheek as he kisses you harder. he doesn’t even care. if anything, it only spurs him on. he growls a quiet curse against your lips, chasing you when you try to pull back to fix them. his hand shifts from your neck to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as if to say don’t you dare.
you try to mumble something—maybe an apology—but it’s swallowed by the next kiss.
he tastes like heat, a gatorade, and something dizzying (though that’s probably just a side effect of his lips on yours).
the way his breath shudders when you instinctively lean further into him makes your stomach flip.
it’s messy. it’s clumsy. and it’s so him.
it’s almost funny, how this even started. the two of you had always been a little mismatched—him, loud and infuriating; you, the quiet one in the front of every lecture with the best grades.
he’d tease you endlessly just to see that your flustered reaction, calling you nerd like it was your name.
when sukuna came crashing into your life, he was loud and unapologetic—the kind of guy who ruled every room without trying. but you? you were the quiet, awkward, stuck behind your laptop type. you were someone he shouldn’t have noticed, let alone liked.
but he did. somehow.
he’d lean against your table in the library during study sessions just to get under your skin, tossing out comments that made your face heat up. “you’re really gonna skip dinner to study for a test?” or, “how are you still cute with those eye bags, nerd?”
but every time, you couldn’t help but wonder what a guy like him was doing in a library and talking to a girl like you.
the teasing was constant, but something else hid underneath it—something that made your chest tighten whenever he looked at you a second too long.
it was in moments where your eyes accidentally met his across campus and you immediately glanced away, convinced he hadn’t really been looking at you. or when you caught his gaze while he was laughing with his friends and had to pretend you weren’t wondering why someone like him would notice you at all.
and now, with your glasses tilted and your lips swollen from his kisses, that same look flickers in his eyes. the one that says he doesn’t mean half the things he says because around you? sukuna’s never really been as sharp as he pretends to be.
he leans in again, and before you can think, the kiss deepens. slower this time, but heavier—like he’s sinking into it.
your fingers curl in the fabric of his shirt once more, and that’s all it takes for him to lose whatever restraint he had left. with a low sound that sends heat rushing to your face, he shifts his weight, guiding you back until your shoulders hit the mattress.
the world tilts. your breath stutters.
his hand braces beside your head, his body hovering just above yours. your dorm room feels too small now, every breath shared.
“relax,” he murmurs, voice rough, but his eyes are soft—softer than you’ve ever seen them. dilated until you can barely see the crimson color of his eyes.
when he kisses you again, it’s needier, like he’s afraid the moment will end too soon. your glasses slide a little down your nose again when you move to sit up on your elbows, and he laughs quietly against your mouth—a sound that makes your breath hitch—brushing them back up with his knuckles before kissing you once more, even harder this time.
your heartbeat is wild, matching the rhythm of his. you’re flustered and overwhelmed but you don’t want him to stop. not when he’s looking at you like that. not when every kiss feels like a secret he’s been holding in for far too long.
your breath catches when his lips leave yours for only a moment—just long enough for him to look at you like he’s still trying to understand how he ended up here, above you, wanting you this much. his thumb skims your cheekbone, slow and distracted, like his body is moving ahead of his thoughts.
“y’know,” he mutters, voice low and almost irritated, “you drive me insane.”
you barely have time to process it before his mouth is on yours for the nth time—now nothing like the seemingly controlled kisses from before.
it’s like he’s losing patience with himself and with you. with the space between your bodies that he keeps trying to erase.
when he pulls back, it’s not far. just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, breaths tangling.
“you don’t even get it, do you?” he murmurs, words barely shaped.
you manage an breathy exhale, answer confused, “g-get what?”
he doesn’t answer.
instead, his gaze drags over your face like he’s memorizing something he refuses to say out loud.
and then without warning his mouth drops to your throat.
the shift is instant. rougher. desperate.
his hand curls at your hip, dragging you closer as his lips find the warm skin beneath your jaw, kissing, then biting. soft, then not soft at all. your breath hitches, fingers gripping his shoulders, and he makes a low noise against your neck like that reaction alone is all the explanation he’s willing to give.
he doesn’t stop there.
his mouth trails lower. it’s almost like he’s trying to chase every shiver he pulls from you. his nose skims your throat, breath hot against your skin.
his grip on your hip tightens, not enough to hurt—just enough to tell you he’s losing whatever control he walked in with.
you gasp when he pulls you fully against him, the closeness stealing your breath even further. that little noise goes straight to his head. his hand slides from your hip to the small of your back, pressing your chest against his, keeping you there like he doesn’t want to let go.
“stay still,” he breathes against your neck. except you can hear it in his voice, the way it cracks a little—he’s the one who can’t stay still.
his lips find a spot just beneath your ear, and when you shudder, he laughs. this time quiet and breathless, not mocking at all. like he can’t believe what you do to him.
he mouths at your pulse again, deeper, lingering like he’s trying to mark the moment into memory.
your fingers slide up into his hair without thinking, and the second you tug—just barely—his breath catches hard against your skin.
the sound that leaves him is almost pained.
he kisses down your neck again like he needs you closer than your body will physically allow.
and then, he’s grinding his hips against yours and that’s when you feel it.
a whimper escapes you and then you realize he doesn’t even know it. the movement was instinctive. heat blooms in your chest and low in your stomach, sudden and sharp, and he just hums against your skin, lost in the closeness between you.
“kuna—” it comes out as a whine as you push him back, eyes wide.
he grunts, reaching instinctively to pull you back in, “what?”
then his eyes catch where you’re looking and a flash of awareness hits him. a faint red color blooms upon his cheeks as he realizes exactly what it is.
he’s hard.
fuck.
ryomen sukuna was not a man who got hard just from just kissing.
sukuna hides himself at the crook of your neck, “just—just stop— don’t look! i-ignore it.”
did he just stutter?
series masterlist | open taglist!
this is my first sukuna fic (that i'm posting at least) and the first thing i've written since disappearing off the face of tumblr!!! i hope i wrote him well enough because this has been in my drafts for months😓
he says it like a question but it’s really not. mechanic!sukuna’s already got his hands on your hips, thick fingers pressing into the fabric of your little skirt like he’s deciding whether to tear it or hike it up. he smells like oil and sweat while his shirt hangs open, chest glistening with heat.
“mm. nah,” he mutters, eyes dropping to the curve of your thighs. “you wore this ‘cause you wanted me lookin’, huh?”
he’s been working on your busted car for two hours, grease on his knuckles and a cigarette tucked behind his ear, sweat dripping down the side of his neck. you were just supposed to watch. keep him company. hand him tools. instead, you’re pressed up against the workbench, legs spread just enough for him to slot between them, his gloves dragging rough down your thighs.
“stand still.”
then you hear it—pop. he spits the gum he’s been chewing onto the ground and unzips his coveralls like it’s just a casual thing—like this is part of the job. his cock’s already half hard, heavy against his thigh, veins thick like the goddamn wiring in your engine.
“gimme your panties,” he says without looking at you, and when you hesitate, he scoffs.
“you want the brakes fixed or not, princess?”
you’re soaked by the time you hand them over. he tucks them into his back pocket like a trophy. “good girl.”
he bends you over the hood of your own car. the metal is warm. his palm is hot. you gasp when he slides in without warning, one hand fisting in your hair, the other gripping your waist like he’s trying to leave fingerprints through your skin.
“so fuckin’ wet for a freeloader,” he huffs, voice ragged. “moanin’ over my name when your check engine light’s been on for three weeks.”
his hips snap harder. the tools on the bench clatter. you try to muffle your noises, biting your lip—but he leans forward, mouth to your ear.
“nah. let ‘em hear you,” he growls. “let the whole shop know you’re gettin’ tuned up.”
sukuna: babe i have this genius idea. we sell life insurance policies, and murder them right after. there’s this suspicious death loophole where we don’t have to payout
me (supportive but sane gf): i think you should plan this out extensively before taking any serious steps
Y'know I'm just imagining that sometimes Sukuna will just sigh and go "I miss my wife" when it's just him and Yuji.
And y'know, it's Yuji, so his first thought isn't: "The King of Curses has a wife?!"
It's: "Did the King of Curses just quote a Sonic Snapcube moment to me?!"
Which makes perfect sense in his mind. So Yuji goes around occasionally hearing Sukuna go– in between all the insults and threats– "Sigh I miss my wife, Yuji. I miss her a lot."
And it isn't until, during a lesson where Gojo mentions how 'lonely' Sukuna was during the Heian Era and how universally hated he was that the mouth appears on Yuji's cheek and Sukuna snaps out a disgruntled:
"I wasn't lonely, I had my wife!"
To which everyone goes: "You had a wife?!"
Yuji, meanwhile, goes: "Wait... you were being serious this whole time?!"
i would like to sit on his lap in my pretty little skirt and just talk about the bad day i’ve had while he looks up at me with love and understanding in his eyes and comfortingly pats my thigh and actually listens even though he’s rock hard and it’s lowkey starting to hurt him.
