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[musashi]

Hey can you guys reblog Cheeseburger so he can take a sunbeam nap on lots of blogs. No other reason I just want you guys to see him.

[pregnantshadowmilkcookie]

“I LOVE JEST-“

i love whatever genre these men are

[secretsat0ru]

texts with your bfs yuji and megumi part 2

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THESE ARE ACTUALLY SO FUN TO MAKE 😍😍 alsooo im planning on making an itafushi only series soon sooo stay tuned for that 🥳🥳

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[bluecarolina]

pathetic konig who is so obsessed with you that he just cant stop fucking you (in a chokehold, creampie AND overstimulation) ? 😛

this is delicious i hope i managed to deliver everything hehe ;)

content: SMUT MDNI, creampie, overstimulation, idk its just dirty lol

Boyfriend König who just loves you soooo much that he can't help but overstimulate you both when he fucks you :((

He's got you face down on the bed, his whole damn body weight pressing you into the mattress as he bullies his fat cock in and out of your cunt. There's a creamy ring around the base thanks to how many times you've both already come, the slick noises almost obscene.

"Schatz… you feel so good…" he slurs the words into your ear, completely drunk on the sex and on you. He shifts slightly, one hand sliding underneath you to angle your hips up, allowing him to fuck you deeper. His other arm loops around your neck, his meaty muscles almost choking you as he pulls your face out of the pillow you'd buried it in. König whimpers when your sweet noises fill the room again, his hips stuttering in their rhythm.

Somehow, you're on the edge of yet another orgasm, your body worked up into a goddamn frenzy. "König! Too much," you gasp, your body tensing up beneath him. He growls, feeling the way you clench even tighter around his sensitive dick, sucking him in. He's so addicted to you, so obsessed with the feeling of you. His thrusts speed up again, his hips hitting your ass with each punishing movement that pushes you closer and closer to your high. You finally come with a high pitched mewl, followed by a broken sob. Your body twitches, your cunt pulsing wildly, every nerve in your body overwhelmed.

The sensation makes König almost fucking blackout. You feel so good that he can't stop himself from fucking into you faster as he feels his own release nearing. "Ah, maus," he whines, biting at your neck as he lets go. His whole body shudders as he floods you with what seems like an endless supply of his seed, his cock twitching inside you until it's empty. You feel his body grow limp, crushing you beneath a solid wall of muscle. Even now, with both of you exhausted and overstimulated, his hips are still moving in slow grinds that have you whimpering beneath him.

Once his vision and mind clears somewhat, he pushes himself up and reluctantly pulls out with a hiss. His dick feels raw - it's been milked dry by you, by his insatiable need for you. König watches hungrily as a smear of your combined juices slides from your puffy, well used hole and drips down your thigh.

That sight alone is enough to make him want to go again, even if neither of your bodies can take it…

[icecoldvenipuncture]

Himbo!König with a big dick and zero common sense outside of what the military taught him. Seriously, he’d run into walls if you weren’t there to stop him from doing so. He can’t read social cues and can barely read period. And when he’s horny? Fuck, he’s dumb as a rocks. Just a big wall of muscle you can command into any position you like. If you want him to eat you out, he’ll do it but he might bite your clit on accident. If you want him in doggy, watch out, because he fucks fast and sloppy with not much technique and will bruise the fuck out of your cervix. His cock is eight inches long and so thick you can’t fit your hand around it and he frequently forgets his size when trying to slam himself balls deep to cum inside you, (you have the stomach aches to prove it). He’s cute when he cums tho, all starry-eyed and giggly, going even dumber than he usually is with pleasure. He always leaves a myriad of hickies on your tits before cleaning you up thoroughly and going about his day, head blissfully empty save for the memory of your pussy gripping him like a vice. The memory’s so strong it keeps him hard all day, all the blood in his cock rather than his pea-brain. When he ducks into the bathroom for a midday wank to relieve himself, he sends you a picture of his massive manhood standing at attention for you. “miss you gorjus” is the caption he sends with it. Of course his dumbass can’t spell gorgeous.

[r0ttn]

˖ ׄ JJK MASTERLIST 𐙚 ְ ׄ

all works are ’character x f!reader’ unless stated otherwise, and, also contain heavy nsfw. mdni

── .✦ satoru gojo

bed chem 1.4k

pillow talk 1k - 1k follower celebration

surprise, baby 0.5k - 1k follower celebration

gojo loves to chase you…but he loves it even more when you stop fighting and start begging 0.8k

satoru eats you out until he falls asleep 0.6k

asking fuckboy satoru for anal 0.6k

bestie!gojo sees you as more than a friend 1k

satoru uses cursed energy during sex 0.2k - 1k follower celebration

── .✦ choso kamo

after dark 1.3k

call me 1.3k - 1k follower celebration

pretty please? 1.8k - 1k follower celebration

choso watching you hump your pillow 0.9k

── .✦ toji fushiguro

bf!toji loves fucking your pretty tits 0.4k

── .✦ megumi fushiguro

coming soon

── .✦ misc.

jjk men and lazy morning sex

[slugintubb]

Suguru after sex~

Cw: mdni, suggestive, mentions of sex but mainly fluff

Geto Suguru, who gave your ass a little tap and a squeeze after railing the shit out of you. You're still trembling after that intense high he put you through, heavy pants turning into soft whimpers as he pulls out, so slow it's almost cruel. All the while grinning, that bastard.

During sex, he's always a little mean, a little tease. How could he not? The way you react to him choking you, to pinching your nipple, to flicking your clit- it's all so adorable. You always react the way he wants.

Still, he knows when to stop.

He slowly strokes your spine and your hips collapse into the mattress from fatigue, "you okay, babe?"

You merely nod in response, eyes closed. He leaves you to get a damp cloth, wiping away at all the nasty fluids between your thighs before cleaning off himself. His lips peppering soft kisses on your lower back once you're all clean. Hands kneading your hips.

"Come on, we gotta shower"

You whine in response.

"Come on baby, it'll take 5 minutes, m'kay?"

You begrudgingly push yourself up and wobble to the bathroom with him in tow. You both stand under the shower, your cheek mushed on his chest.

"Just water will do, right?"

He looks down at you, unable to fight off the small smile on his lips. God, he loves his lazy girl.

He wraps an arm firmly around your waist, the other going to gently caress the back of your head. Both of you standing under the shower intertwined in comfortable silence. The water cascades down your bodies, leaving trails of warmth in its wake.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

When you’re both in bed later, eating leftovers from lunch, the peace of familiarity of routine engulfs you both. He sits in his boxers cross legged beside your underwear clad self and a random shirt you pulled out of his closet. Both chewing silently, occasionally stealing a piece of chicken from the other.

When the plates are put away you lay on your side and he lays on his side behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist- a habit he can’t seem to stop. You lift your head for his other arm to rest beneath it, his bicep a pillow for your neck. He curls that arm around you neck to, pulling you even closer, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling deeply.

“Sugu let goo-“ you whine playfully, wiggling and not meaning a single word of it.

He chuckles. “I’ve trapped you, pretty”

"Nooo-" you’re interrupted by your own gasp as he pushes his boner into your butt. Slut.

“Nowhere to run~” he rasps in your ear before flipping you on your back, mirroring your grin.

A/n: I'm surprised by my own consistency lol. Also can you tell I'm obsessed with Geto hahaha... Haha... Ha... Ha...

[lacyfushi]

fluff. toji who lays on you when he’s so exhausted he could cry

a/n: some cute toji while i try to write part 4 of my other fic

it was late at night. like usual, you laid in bed with a book in hand while waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

the lock on the front door finally turned and the jangle of keys rang through the air. an exhausted sigh was heard alongside the quiet thuds of shoes being kicked off.

toji appeared in your doorway not long later, exhaustion wearing his handsome face down. you offered a small smile and put the book aside, more pressing matters at hand now.

“hi my baby.” you greeted softly, holding your arms out.

he tried to smile back but it didn’t meet his eyes. it never did on days like this. he trudged on over and slowly laid down, collapsing on top of you tiredly while still being sure not to crush you.

you wrapped your arms around him as best as you could, holding him and kissing his head gently. he melted into you. the sweet smell of your perfume and your warmth made him overflow with love.

“what’s wrong baby?” you murmured quietly, trailing some of your fingers down along his still slightly tense back. he just shook his head and buried his face deeper into your shoulder.

“so tired..” he whispered back and it was apparent in his voice.

you moved a hand to hold the side of his face, lifting his head to look at you. he let you and pressed his cheek into your hand. his eyes were rimmed with red from the day wearing down on him.

“my poor cutie. you work too hard.” you whispered, pressing fluttery kisses to each of his features. that earned the slightest hint of a smile.

“I’m okay.” he insisted. your fingers brushed against his cheek lightly, making a light pink creep up on his cheeks. you just nodded but the two of you knew it wasn’t true.

you pecked his lips now. a bunch of times. “cmon, let’s shower together. I can get you all cleaned up before dinner.”

he nodded and gave you a slow kiss, his appreciation translating through it. “I love you.”

you whispered it back against his lips contently.

[baniiv]

You’re bouncing on his cock, hips slamming down hard enough that the wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the bedroom, when Satoru lets out a muffled sound.

“Mmmfgh-!”

His head is thrown back against the pillow, snowy hair sticking to his damp forehead, eyes rolled halfway up in pure bliss. Your worn black panties are stuffed between his lips, the crotch pressed right against his tongue so your scent and taste flood his senses with every desperate inhale. He’s lost every ounce of composure, he's a whimpering, trembling mess beneath you.

It had started barely twenty minutes ago in the laundry room.

You’d walked in absentmindedly, only to freeze at the sight of Satoru hunched over the hamper, face buried in the same pair of your dirty panties he’s gagging on now. His blindfold was pushed up, cheeks tinted prettily, cock rock-hard and twitching visibly in his sweatpants as he inhaled you like he’d die without it. He’d startled when he saw you, pulling the fabric away with a quick, surprised blink of those striking eyes.

“Well… fuck,” he’d said, a low chuckle slipping out even as his cheeks stayed faintly warm.

“Didn’t expect you to be back so soon...”

You’d felt your own face burn, surprised and a little embarrassed by the scene before you. Instead of scolding him, you’d stepped closer, plucked the panties from his fingers and dragged him to your shared bedroom.

Now he’s paying for it in the best way. You brace both hands on his broad chest, nails digging into pale skin and ride him harder, lifting until just the fat head of his cock stretches your pussy, then slamming back down, again and again.

His muffled moans vibrate against the fabric in his mouth, drool slipping from the corner of his lips. His hands clutch the headboard above him exactly like you ordered, knuckles white, veins standing out on his forearms as he fights the urge to grab your hips and fuck up into you.

“Such a needy boy, sniffing my dirty panties like a pervert.”

He whines loudly around the gag, hips jerking helplessly beneath you. His cock throbs violently inside your clenching heat. You don’t let up, grinding in tight, nasty circles that rub your clit perfectly against his base while your walls squeeze him tightly.

His whole body suddenly goes rigid. A desperate cry tears from his throat, muffled by your panties, as he starts to squirt, hot clear fluid floods deep into your pussy. It’s filthy, warm and slippery, leaking out around his shaft with every frantic twitch of his hips. He shakes hard through every spurt, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, moaning as he’s completely lost in the pleasure.

You keep grinding on his cock, hips rolling desperately as the warm, messy load he squirted inside you pushes you right over the edge. Your pussy clenches hard around him, thighs shaking as you cum with a soft moan, slick gushing out to mix with his own fluids and dripping down his balls on the sheets.

Panting, you slow down and gently pull the soaked panties from his mouth. He gasps for air, chest heaving, lips swollen and shiny. You brush his white hair from his forehead, still seated on his cock.

“You knew I was coming,” you murmur, watching his face. “You let me catch you on purpose.”

Satoru meets your gaze, still flushed and breathing hard. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his swollen lips.

“Yeah… I knew,” he admits, voice rough and smug.

“Wanted you to walk in on me like that. Wanted you to take over and fuck me stupid.” He lets out a breathless chuckle.

Smiling, you lean down and kiss him.

“You're so dirty...” you whisper. He shivers under you, that smirk still on his lips as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Only for you."

[hidingwhere]

𝜗𝜚 nanami vs sundresses

Nanami’s wife had a big teeny tiny obsession with sundresses. In fact, over a quarter of your wardrobe was occupied with sundresses hung meticulously in colour order along the railing. You looked so happy in them, eyes creasing as you smiled with glee.

It drove Nanami absolutely crazy.

Of course he loved the dresses and he loved seeing you happy even more, but the way the material hugged your chest and hips, the way it flowed beautifully around your lower half and swayed in slow motion whenever you moved had him going insane. He felt his cock hardening whenever you walked out of the bedroom and the self control he had to teach himself was becoming unbearable.

“Kento? Are you okay?”

His head snapped up to your eyes instantly, reaching for your hand and kissing your knuckles gently. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m fine.”

“You seem distracted,” you add on.

“Just… work stuff,” he lied, trying to avoid eye contact with your yellow sundress, little blue flowers printed over it.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Your adorable concerned expression had Nanami staring down at his lap, counting to ten in his head to try and prevent all the blood rushing to his groin. His jaw tightened painfully.

“I’m okay, darling. Thank you for offering.”

You wouldn’t let up though, unable to move on from the conversation because of how weird your husband was acting. You squeezed his hand gently from across the dining table. “Kenny, are-“

You pause mid sentence when he groans, eyes squeezing shut. With a curious mind, you lean down to look under the table and notice the large bulge forming in his work trousers.

You can’t help but burst out into giggles.

Nanami stares at you like you’re personally offending him.

“Love, it’s not nice to laugh.”

“Aww, you’re so cute, Ken! Why didn’t you just tell me?” One foot outstretches to press against his groin under the table, eliciting another low moan.

“Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he grits out.

“Hm? How do you mean?”

“I didn’t-“ His breaths becomes shorter. “-want to make you feel sexualised in your dress.”

You beam. “So you like them that much, huh?”

He groans again when you rub over his hardened cock slowly. “Don’t tease, darling. You know I love them, and you.”

“Oh, I know. Now I wanna see just how much you love them.”

[syrencore]

──୨ৎ⋆ ̊. dadkuna and you helping your little girl get rid of her loose baby tooth ̊.⋆୨ৎ──

"count to three."

"b-but it's gonna huuurt," your daughter's voice trembled as she was on the verge of tears. a string was tied around her loose tooth with the other end fixed to a doorknob; all your husband's idea, of course. you tried to hold your laughter as you stroked her hair soothingly, standing behind her.

"daddy's gonna be so quick, sweetheart," you reassured. "you won't even feel a thing." you glanced up at sukuna with a suppressed grin. "right?"

sukuna raised an eyebrow at her in a mock stern expression, though you knew he found the situation just as amusing. "you don't trust your father, kid?"

frantically shaking her head, pigtails bobbing, your daughter looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. "i do, but i'm really scared."

"just count to three," sukuna repeated calmly, his hand already on the knob. "it'll be over before you know it."

your daughter turned to you and your heart ached at her innocent, earnest face. you kissed her forehead and smiled at her. "you can close your eyes if you don't wanna look. i'm right here."

with a deep, shaky breath, the girl squeezed her eyes shut, gripped your fingers tightly and started to count very slowly.

"one... two-"

a loud slam of the door interrupted her. your daughter's eyes opened abruptly as she stared dumbly at the floor. right there, still attached to the string and hanging from the handle, was her fallen canine.

"baby, you did it!" your arms came around your daughter in a warm hug. pride filled your chest as you showered her with praise. the shock seemed to gradually wear off as she grinned back with an adorable, slightly bloody, tooth-missing smile.

"it actually came out! that was so fast, dad!" she pulled away from you to hug sukuna's thighs. "i didn't feel anything!"

huffing in amusement, sukuna picked the girl up in his arms and threw her over his shoulder, making her dangle upside down by his legs as she shrieked with joy. "that's why you gotta listen to your father, kid," sukuna walked towards you, eyes half-lidded. "your daddy's always right. just ask your mom."

"put her down, ryo," you scolded even as you couldn't keep the laughter from your voice. instead of replying, he kissed you, firm, still holding your daughter securely. you melted into it despite yourself, tugging him closer by his beater.

"eww, is dad being gross again, i can feel it," your daughter complained behind him. "let me go, i don't wanna see!"

"too damn bad," he gruffly spoke against your lips after you parted, smirking. "it's my house, i can be as gross as i like."

gagging exaggeratedly, your daughter managed to land on all fours as she pulled away from sukuna's grip. she grabbed her tooth and rushed to her room, shutting the door. you huffed and shook your head, fond, letting sukuna wrap his arms around you properly.

"brat. she learns it from you," he muttered, planting kisses on your neck. you scoffed indignantly, though it came out breathless and smiling.

"you love it," your head tilted, arching towards him, giving more room. he snorted quietly against your shoulder.

"i do. god help me, i do."

a/n: it was actually originally supposed to be a son, but i js couldn't imagine sukuna as anything but a girldad idkkk it just speaks to me ⋆ 𐙚 ̊.

[ohfreshlinen]

𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · sukuna hears you queef for the first time

"What the fuck was that?"

"N-Nothing!" You slammed your hands against your beet-red face. "God, that was nothing!"

"No," Sukuna slaps your hands away, "you just farted down there. How did you do that?" 

"Oh, my God!" You scream vehemently. "It was an accident! Forget about it!"

"Do it again," Sukuna lowers himself near your cunt. "Fart." 

"Sukuna! Stop! Don't make me laugh, God! Stop it, please!" You swat his head, but since your legs are propped up, he only ricochets to the other side until he settles, once again, at the center. His eyes, amidst all that, never left your pussy.

"Then stop stalling, woman! Do it again! Why are you being so difficult?" 

"Because you're being such an idiot right now! And it's not farting! It happened because air got in, and then you suddenly pulled out! That's why! I was basically stretched open."

Sukuna leans his cheek against your knee, contemplating. Then, that damn feral grin shows up. And you know, he's about to do something diabolical. "So you mean to say that if I fuck you and then pull out suddenly, you'd do that?" 

"Y-Yes? I mean, I think so? Look, I'm not sure what would or wouldn't, okay? This is a first for me, too." 

"Well then," he drags his cock to your entrance and pushes in, "let's find out together. Shall we, dear?" 

© sundriedsheets — all rights reserved. do not modify, edit, steal, translate, feed into ai, or plagiarize my content.

[swimmingunknownsheep]

"fart."

[yumeekoi]

jujutsu kaisen men and their favorite place to kiss you 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

cw: none, gn!reader

───﹙s.g.﹚ gojo’s favorite place to kiss you is your forehead. he’s tall—annoyingly so—and he loves the way you have to tilt your head up to look at him. he’ll do it in the middle of a crowded street, in the middle of a fight, in the middle of you trying to be mad at him. he’ll lean down, press his lips to your brow, and linger there just long enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath. “you’re so cute when you’re flustered,” he’ll say, and you’ll shove him, but he’s already dodging, laughing, eyes crinkling behind his blindfold. he knows you love it. he does it again five minutes later.

───﹙s.g.﹚ geto’s favorite place to kiss you is your hand. not in a performative way, he’s not doing it for the crowd. it’s very deliberate. he’ll take your wrist, turn your palm up, and press his lips to the inside of it, right where your pulse flutters. sometimes he’ll kiss your knuckles, one by one, like he’s memorizing you. he’ll do it when you’re sitting across from him at a table, or when you’re walking side by side, or when you’re about to leave. it’s his way of saying i’ll see you soon without saying anything at all. his eyes stay on yours the whole time, dark and patient, and it makes your chest ache.

───﹙r.s.﹚ sukuna’s favorite place to kiss you is your neck. not gently—never gently. he’ll grab your jaw, tilt your head to the side, and press his mouth to the curve of your throat like he’s claiming you. his teeth graze, his tongue follows, and he doesn’t care if it leaves a mark. he wants it to. he’ll do it in the middle of a sentence, interrupting himself just to feel you shiver. “you’re mine,” he’ll murmur against your skin, and his voice is low, rough, like a warning and a promise all at once. you hate how much you like it.

───﹙n.k.﹚ nanami’s favorite place to kiss you is your shoulder. it’s subtle, almost shy. he’ll come up behind you while you’re washing dishes or reading a book, and he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder first, just breathing you in. then he’ll press a kiss to the fabric of your shirt, or your bare skin if it’s accessible, soft and unhurried. “you work too hard,” he’ll say, even though he works harder than anyone. his lips linger, and his hands find your waist, and for a moment, the world slows down. it’s his way of saying i see you. i’m here. thank you for being mine.

───﹙t.f.﹚ toji’s favorite place to kiss you is your jaw. he’s rough around the edges, always has been, but when he kisses you there—just below your ear, along the sharp line of your bone—it’s almost tender. he’ll do it when he’s passing by, hand brushing your hip, mouth grazing your skin like it’s nothing. but it’s not nothing, and you both know it. he’ll smirk when you lean into him, call you needy, but he’ll do it again anyway. and again. and again. until you’re the one pulling him closer.

───﹙h.h.﹚ higuruma’s favorite place to kiss you is your temple. he’s a man of quiet affections, he doesn’t do grand gestures and doesn’t say much when it comes to feelings. but when you’re stressed, when you’re overthinking, when you’re crying over something small, he’ll cup your face with both hands and press his lips to your temple. it’s grounding. steady. he’ll stay there for a long moment, forehead resting against yours after. “you’re okay,” he’ll whisper, and his voice is so soft, so sure, that you almost believe him. he’ll kiss you there again when you smile.

───﹙c.k.﹚ choso’s favorite place to kiss you is your nose. he’s still learning what love is, what you like, how to be gentle. but he figured this one out on his own. he’ll lean in, thumb brushing your cheek, and press a kiss to the tip of your nose, quick and earnest. his ears go red every time. “you look pretty,” he’ll say, which is his version of i love you. he’ll do it again when you laugh, and again when you’re sad, and again when you’re just sitting there, existing. it’s his favorite thing. kissing your nose. he’ll never stop doing it.

[sweetohmy]

Nerdjo x any pov reader

“I don’t really know how to say this…”

satoru gojo only has so much time left to ask you to prom but there's only one issue with that... he can recite every astrophysics formula in front of an audience with ease but he’s absolutely terrified of you rejecting him. will he graduate with a degree in astrophysics as a dateless prom loser?

[°❀.࿔] » content warning: insecure!satoru :: fluff :: college au :: nerd!jo :: gn!reader :: awk!satoru

𑣲 » nerd!jo x gn!reader oneshot || wc: 3.2k

The university courtyard was bathed in the shimmering late afternoon sun. Restless energy bloomed everywhere from corner to corner. Satoru sat in the grass beneath a large ginkgo tree, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose each time he ruffled his unruly white hair.

“But, Suguru—!” he whined, leaning back dramatically against the tree behind him. A leaf fell onto his lap as if it were taunting him; he swatted it away. “What if they say no? Do you know how embarrassing that’d be?! It would be statistically improbable for them to say yes!” He groaned, letting his hands drag down his face. His glasses landed squarely in his lap.

Suguru snickered and crouched down next to Satoru, idly twirling a small piece of grass. “You two have been friends for a while now, right?” he asked, glancing over at Satoru as he began fidgeting with his glasses.

“Yeah, we’ve been friends since we were freshmen…” he murmured.

“Freshmen, huh?”

“Freshmen in high school,” he corrected, his pale cheeks now dusted with a soft pink. “B-But that doesn’t mean anything, Suguru! People change, you know.” He pouted, finally looking up at Suguru.

Suguru let out a noncommittal hum at his words. “And—and what if they’re not even going? Then I’d look like some desperate loser!” he added, his face reddening further.

Suguru nodded along as Satoru continued his spiraling. Once he was done, Suguru rose to his full height and put his hands in his pockets. “You’re just scared of rejection, Satoru,” he murmured, looking down at him.

“Come on, this is your only chance to ask them; we graduate next month,” he said, nudging Satoru's leg with his foot. Satoru aggressively nudged him back and glanced over at the library building.

Satoru tugged the back of his neck, running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll think about it… Just don’t say anything stupid to them…” He paused, already feeling the phantom sweat trickling down his temples and picturing how horribly he’d shake.

“They're gonna hate me after this… Oh god, I’m gonna vomit…” He whispered those exact words like a mantra until he got to the tall glass doors of the library. Satoru stopped for a moment and caught his reflection in the glass.

“I look like a mess,” he muttered, his anxious cerulean eyes staring right back at himself. He made a poor attempt to fix his hair and his tie before he’d be face-to-face with Y/N, but there was no hope.

Satoru squared his shoulders and took a deep breath as he reached for the door handle and gave it a soft push. It didn’t budge. He had only skipped the gym for three days; had he gotten that weak already?

“Oh right… It's a pull door. You pull it, of course, idiot…” he uttered, pulling the door open and stepping into the library.

Satoru fidgeted with the strap of his bag as he glanced around the library. The place smelled like freshly printed paper, and the air was stale and warm. Satoru shifted his weight nervously until he spotted a small figure hunched over a comically large book.

He dragged his feet across the carpet, earning himself a few disapproving glares from students nearby. Satoru waved his hand dismissively and kept his eyes locked on your back until he was noticeably closer to you than he’d intended.

Satoru placed his hand on your shoulder, his touch lingering a bit too long. It almost felt like a caress. Almost. You jumped, startled by the sudden pressure on you. Turning slowly, you pull out your headphones, your gaze focusing on Satoru.

“Toru, don’t scare me like that!” you hissed, slapping his arm softly. He smiled at you and gently rubbed his forearm where you’d hit him.

Satoru stopped beside the table, his voice soft and apologetic. “Sorry, sorry…” he murmured, tilting his head as a grin broke through. “Is this seat taken… Latte?” Not even two seconds had passed before he was cringing internally at his word choice. Latte?! Don’t mock their love for espresso with milk you idiot!

You giggled quietly and tugged on the chair further. A soft smile playing on your lips as you considered his words. “Latte, huh? That’s new…” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, clearly encouraging him to take a seat.

Satoru chuckled awkwardly and a bit too loudly, earning a wince from you. “Y-Yeah! I figured that, since you—you know, since you call me ‘Toru’ that maybe… maybe ‘Latte’ would fit…” he trailed off, aware of his rambling but unsure of how to end it.

“B-Because you know how you… you love lattes… so much…” He whispered, his cheeks slowly flushing until they were as red as a tomato. You nodded slowly, your lips pressed in a tight, thin line. Satoru was still standing next to the table.

“You can sit down, Satoru,” you deadpanned, moving your arm so he’d have more room. Satoru took a seat with no hesitation, placing his bag on the table.

Satoru rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit he picked up from you. “Right, I’m sorry for being so—so weird, astrophysics has been frying my brain lately…” The lie was flimsy and he knew it. Satoru spent hours without breaks rambling about that subject to you.

You raised an eyebrow, focused on your book while watching him through your periphery. “Astrophysics. Frying you?” you repeated, struggling to suppress your laugh. “Yeah, like I’d believe that. Once pigs fly, I’ll consider it.”

Satoru nodded and didn’t bother elaborating. You’d caught him lying already; there was no point in him trying to convince you otherwise.

“Sooo…” he drawled, absently folding the edges of your book. He was anxious; you've always noticed how he did stupid things whenever he got nervous.

“What is it, Satoru?” you asked, getting impatient with all of his odd behavior. Satoru looked down at your lap, then up at your small hands resting against the smooth oak table.

He shrugged and finally met your gaze again, his white strands covering his eyes just a little. The afternoon sun hit your profile perfectly. He saw how the sunlight enhanced your beautiful eyes. Satoru swore he saw flecks of gold in them. You were absolutely breathtaking.

“You’re just… really pretty, I guess,” he muttered, his eyes darting back down toward your lap. “The sun is just…” he trailed off, his voice trembling more as he spoke.

The two of you fell silent as Satoru delivered his sweet but awkward compliments. It wasn’t like him to give out compliments like that.

You felt your own cheeks heat up, and you instantly found that huge book of yours so much more interesting. “Oh, thank you, Satoru…” you whispered, suddenly feeling so self conscious.

Satoru hummed quietly and rested his chin on his palm, watching as you thoroughly inspected a small spot on your book. He reached out slowly and let his free hand settle on your shoulder again, tracing small circles.

Your breath hitched and so did Satorus. It was almost like he was connected to you in a way. Satoru's hand dropped and he let out a breathless laugh, folding his arms under his head and staring up at you.

God, you’re so gorgeous… I don’t know how I’m going to ask you out to prom like this without crying…

“Do you plan on going to prom, Toru?” you asked, still keeping your eyes on the book. Satoru gasped and hid the bottom half of his face while resting against his arms.

“I—well—“ he choked out, his glasses askew on his nose. He spoke quickly, keeping his gaze low. “I didn’t plan on going… it’ll probably be boring.”

You nodded stiffly and finally closed your book, checking the clock on the wall. It was 17:00. “Yeah, of course,” you replied, packing up your things.

“W-Wait, Y/N!” Satoru yelped, sitting up abruptly. He reached for your hands to still them, and you couldn’t help but notice how much larger his hands were compared to yours.

Satoru interlaced his fingers with yours instinctively, giving your hands a soft squeeze. The library was nearly empty now, students were either heading out to parties or going back to their dorms.

“Please… allow me to walk you to your dorm,” he begged, keeping his head down as he braced himself for rejection. “I just want to make sure you get there safely… and I want to talk a bit more, if that’s fine.”

“Geez, Satoru! You’re so clingy today!”

“I am not!” he huffed, pulling away from you. He looked utterly pathetic, and he made a weak attempt at hiding it. He couldn’t.

Satoru spent thirty minutes walking you across campus to your dorm. The two of you talked about everything and nothing. He talked more and more as he slowly realized that he had blown his own chances of asking you to prom in the library.

Once he got to his own dorm, he went to his room and sat on his bed, grateful that Suguru was out running errands. Satoru had the whole dorm to himself and the weight of his stupidity came crashing down on him.

Satoru took his glasses off and absently tossed them onto his nightstand. He buried his face in his hands as he let out a breath he’d been holding all evening. His throat felt tight, his eyes burned.

He dragged his hands down his face and stared at the smooth ceiling of his room. His bottom lip quivering as he remembered how beautiful you looked in the library and that’s when the first choked sob escaped.

He took a ragged breath and blinked heavily. “I didn’t even ask them,” he said, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to stop the dam from breaking. But it was too late. The tears seeped through anyway.

“Stupid. You’re so stupid, Satoru…” he gripped his soft white hair with one hand and aggressively wiped his eyes with the other. “It’s fine, everything’s gonna be fine.”

“I’ll just—god—I don’t know what to do!” he whimpered, letting his hands drop onto the soft mattress beneath him. “I’ll take them to that cafe they love… then… then I’ll ask,” he decided, talking to himself.

About thirty minutes had passed and Satoru switched rooms. He was lounging on the couch, his broad frame taking up most of it. Satou ostensibly read his astrophysics textbook while loosely twirling a lock of hair around his finger.

Suguru walked through the front door, dropping the keys on the table near their living room. “Satoru, how’d it go? Did you ask Y/N?” Satoru ignored Suguru and flipped to the next page.

He raised an eyebrow at his silence and flicked the book Satoru was reading with his forefinger. “You didn’t ask them, huh?” Satoru's silence spoke for him, and Suguru laughed.

“You poor thing,” he teased, tilting his head as he watched Satoru desperately trying to ignore him. “Someone’s bound to ask them to prom before you do at this point.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Oh, struck a nerve?”

Satoru threw a pillow at Suguru and slammed his book down on the couch, finally revealing his red-rimmed and puffy eyes.

He rubbed his cheek and kept his gaze locked on the wooden floor, as if it held the answers to everything. “I’ll—I’ll ask them tomorrow at that cafe they love…” He uttered, still looking down.

“You’d better…”

“Shut up, Suguru!”

Suguru smiled and headed towards his room, leaving Satoru alone with his thoughts once again. He closed his eyes and imagined thousands of scenarios, most of them with bad endings.

Satoru rubbed his eyes and stood up, stretching his limbs. “I can’t… if I keep thinking about it, I’ll chicken out again,” he sighed, finally heading back toward his room.

Satoru spent the rest of that night tossing and turning in bed. He got up and ate several different protein bars, which was a statistically sufficient source of calories for dinner according to Satoru before plopping back down on his bed.

Despite being utterly restless, he managed to fall asleep with his glasses still on. He’d regret that later when he woke up to his glasses missing.

And he did. The next morning, he was already late to his first lecture and he couldn’t find his glasses anywhere. Suguru had left already, claiming that he’d attempted to wake Satoru up several different times.

“He did not!” Satoru claimed, his cheeks puffed as he crawled around his bedroom floor for his glasses. He found them under his bed after what felt like hours. They were a bit twisted, but it added character he’d claim.

He rushed to the main campus and completely forgot his bag, but he managed to haphazardly shove his phone in his pocket. It was mainly a note taking day for each lecture. He’d memorize everything without a notebook.

Each lecture passed in a blur, and as the day progressed, Satoru felt a bundle of nerves pooling in his stomach. Right. He was actually supposed to ask you to prom today.

The lectures finally came to an end and he knew what your last class was. He was always too scared to ask you about your schedule, so he took it upon himself to figure that out himself. He did it in under two days. He swore he could’ve been faster though.

Satoru stood outside of your sociology class, waiting with bated breath. When the door slowly opened, he smiled—only to be met with the frown of some stranger.

“Oh—oh, I’m—“

“What’re you staring at?” the stranger huffed, brushing past Satoru without a second thought.

Satoru shivered and stepped to the side just so no one else would brush against him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and watched as the door slowly closed.

Before it could shut completely, you opened the door and looked up at Satoru. His eyes lit up instantly, and before he could hesitate, he started babbling.

“Y-Y/N! I’ve been waiting here forever. What took you so long?” he whined dramatically, following you as you began walking.

“Well, our prof—“

“W-Wait! Don’t go that way!” he interrupted, flailing his hands in front of you awkwardly. He tilted his head in the direction of where the cafe was, his cheeks flushing a deep red.

“You’re always working so hard Y/N… Could we stop by that cafe you like?” he asked, his cerulean eyes burning into yours. “My treat, of course!”

His brain went back to earlier that morning and how he’d left his bag at his dorm. No problem, but did he even have his wallet on him? Satoru began subtly patting his pockets.

“Oh, that cafe? I don’t know, I have this exam to study for…”

“You know I’ll make sure you ace it…”

“Y-Yeah, but—“

“But nothing! You’re going to relax and allow me to treat you!” he insisted, his cheeks burning even hotter than before.

He’s never been this persistent before, and in the middle of the hallway. It made your cheeks flush more than his as you felt the eyes of students passing by.

You finally nodded, unable to bear the secondhand embarrassment he was giving you.

You and satoru were now walking toward the cafe. It was a pretty decent walk away from campus, but that’s also what made it special. Students rarely went out there. The two of you walked side by side, Satoru felt your hand occasionally brush against his, and he shivered each time.

By the fifth time your hands brushed, he gathered the courage to hook his pinky with yours. You glanced down at your locked fingers and let out a small, private smile.

Neither of you had much to say. Satoru knew that you acknowledged his touch, but he was afraid he’d shatter the moment by talking. Once you two arrived at the cafe, Satoru stood in front of you and made sure both of you were seated at your favorite spot by the window.

You ordered your usual latte, and Satoru ordered a raspberry scone. He knew those were your favorite. The two of you talked for a while, although it was mostly Satoru going on and on about his theories of astrophysics.

The cafe slowly emptied out. A few people were still there, but they were in their own corners. Satoru kept his eyes on you the entire time, and he hadn’t even touched his scone.

“Y/N… I have something I’d like to admit,” he began, his voice a low whisper. He felt that lump forming again and could barely say anything.

“Hm?”

“I don’t really know how to say this…”

“Come on, Satoru.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and let his eyes drop to his untouched scone. “Yesterday, I lied… about that whole ‘not planning on going to prom’ thing…”

“Why’d you—“

“The truth is, I-I’ve been spending so much time… ttrying to figure out a way to ask you…” he sputtered out, his face a bright shade of red.

“S—“

“I’ve honestly spent more time planning out how I’d ask you to prom than necessary… it’s embarrassing,” he murmured, shifting the plate the scone was on from side to side.

“I brought you here because I wanted to make sure the atmosphere was perfect, but it still feels inadequate,” he added, a soft self-deprecating laugh leaving his lips. “Y/N, I really want to go to prom with you, and—and you don’t have to say yes or anything!” he blurted out, lowering his head further.

“I—I mean… I’d love if you said yes but, if you don’t want to go or you’re going with someone—“

You couldn’t help yourself any longer. You placed your hand over your mouth as you let out a soft giggle at all of his rambling. Satoru didn’t understand what was funny. Oh god. Did he look stupid? Were his glasses lopsided again? He instinctively reached up and adjusted them.

“W-What’s funny?” he squeaked out, his bottom lip already trembling with anxiety

“I’m sorry! It just all makes sense now. You’ve been all over the place recently, Toru,” you explained, resting your head on your palm.

“You’re adorable, Satoru.”

His breathing picked up exponentially as he registered your words. “I am not!”

“So you’re asking me to prom?”

Satoru quickly nodded, finally looking up to meet your gaze again. He looked absolutely wrecked. His pretty white eyelashes shimmering.

“Y-Yeah if… if you don’t mind, that is…”

“Of course I’ll go to prom with you, Toru!”

Satoru let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and his eyes instantly glimmered with unshed tears. He sniffed softly.

“Do you mean it?”

When you gave that shy nod, he couldn’t stop the tears from pouring over. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and giggled like a schoolboy.

Suddenly, nothing else but you mattered in the moment. He looked down at his untouched scone and slid the plate closer to you—a sweet and silent offering.

“Y-Y/N, you’re too good to me… do you… could we match too?”

authors note: this story was so fun to write! thanks for your support! lmk your thoughts in the comments! ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

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[sugurusbeloved]

18+ turns out, your roommate sukuna isn't as invisible as you think he is.

you had spent months consumed by one specific tumblr blog. their content was poetic enough, but it was the descriptions that piqued your interest like no other. the shameless details of a cock, the placement of thick veins, and the vivid, flushed colour of swollen flesh whenever it hardened.

it was so graphic that you would spend half your night clutching your phone under the covers with a burning face while reading the exact same paragraph over and over. you just could not stop wondering what sort of person possessed such a filthy language, or who on earth they were using as a reference.

in ridiculous contrast, your actual domestic life was a total dead end. your roommate sukuna was a shadowy guy who spent almost every waking hour walled up inside his bedroom. whenever you tried to carve out some sort of normal rapport, he would just grunt, scowl, and retreat deep into his room like a sullen dog.

it was super infuriating, mostly because he owned the broad shoulders, bulky form, and lethal face that belonged on the cover of the very stories you drooled over. he was the walking, breathing blueprint of every fictional character you got off to. only if he weren't so dense when it came to romance...

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getting back to the dorm an hour earlier than ordinary, you padded quietly down the hall, quickly noticing the narrow gap in your roommate's door as a soft line of light spilled out. under normal circumstances, you would have marched straight to your room; sukuna was the type to bite your head off for merely existing in his line of sight, and you really didn't need another round of his sharp, contemptuous glares.

but curiosity was a stubborn thing. shifting your heels carefully so the wood beneath your socks would not creak, you pressed close to the wall, tilting your head until your vision lined up with the crack. it took a second for your eyes to focus through the sliver, and the sight waiting inside made your eyes snap wide with pure disbelief.

sukuna was sitting on his bed, trackpants dragged down past his knees, naked from the waist down. his ruby eyes were locked downward in intense concentration, studying his own fully erect cock as it stood thick between his meaty thighs.

he gave it a languid stroke, softly brushing his thumb against the red, puffy tip as he lightly tickled the sensitive flesh to register how the skin moved, fathoming every miniscule sensation. then, without faltering his tempo, his free hand reached for his laptop to type feverishly into an open document.

a tiny manoeuvre from him brought the monitor your view, and there it was. the distinct dark theme, the header image, and the exact layout of your favourite blog sitting right on his screen. the literary god you lusted over late at night was the same brooding dickhead who would not even answer your texts. as the shock settled, you gradually pulled back to act like this never happened, but the floorboards betrayed you by giving a teensy creak under your feet.

at the subtle sound, the rapid clatter of his keyboard came to a halt. yet, sukuna didn't panic or scramble to pull up his trousers. instead, his head cocked toward the crack in the door, watching you with that intense gaze as you struggled to draw even a proper breath.

"you've been watching?"

rather than shutting the laptop, he hooked his pointer finger in a silent gesture, beckoning you into the room while his other hand slowly stroked himself once more.

i think i'm gonna delete this in 3 hours

[theorphicangel]

beefing with barista!sukuna who doesn't care about his job because he doesn't get paid enough and is rude to all his customers especially his new ones.

why is he still hired?

because he makes the best damn coffee in the city.

he's fast and efficient, he won't say good morning or ask you how your day was but he'll make the best vanilla latte you'll ever have.

the first time you tried this cafe you were incredibly intimidated.

you took too long to decide what you wanted, asked to see the difference between the large and regular and then changed your order halfway to oat milk just after sukuna typed it in the till.

you get on his damn last nerve and he makes it obvious. he pronounces your name wrong on purpose for collection and doesn't even smile.

the next time you return to the cafe, you come a little more prepared. you know what you want, the size and the type of milk. you say your order as fast as possible with no greetings in hopes of becoming one of his favourites.

that's until it all backfires.

"we're out of oat milk." sukuna announces with a deadpan tone.

"uhhhh..."

"hurry up we don't have all day."

"could i get a strawberry matcha latte then?"

"we're out."

"caramel?"

"finished."

"cappuccino."

"four fifty, tap your card and move over to collection."

you can feel the sweat build across your body just from the anxiety he gives you. he still pronounces your name wrong and he doesn't even look up at you when you ask where the sugars are.

it seems like you just can't win can you?

full oneshot

[ohfreshlinen]

𓂃✍︎ 18+ mdni · nanami loves giving you hickeys

Nanami's hips roll and slap against your skin, the further he thrusts inside you. His entire bedroom smells of sweat and sex, despite several candles of the same scent lit and the window cracked open.

"Are you tired?" His gravelly voice has since gone lower as the moon and stars begin to flitter across the sky. Each syllable he's uttered turns sensual in your ears.

"No." You answer, swiftly locking him in for a kiss.

He wraps your legs around his waist securely and bottoms out again. A heady moan rips from your mouth, and he swallows the sound whole.

Nanami's kisses move to your nose, to the apples of your cheeks, down your throat, and then settle into the baseline between your neck and collarbone. There, he stops and sucks on the crook of it.

The sensation feels too good, rendering you completely into a state of pure bliss and arousal. You swear you hear yourself beg for more, telling him not to stop from both the way he's marking you and the way he's fucking you hopelessly raw.

He might've said something you didn't quite hear or passed a garbled response in return. No matter, you feel the pace quickening and his teeth latching to your skin tighter.

Nanami has never marked you like this before. Oftentimes, they were purely accidental, and they're almost always in discreet places where both of you fail to notice them. But, tonight, when you ask him to cover you with his marks, with something entirely Nanami, he pauses.

He isn't one to lose control easily. He is someone who does things with precision and careful considerations. Even then, a simple mishap can undoubtedly be rectified with alternative solutions.

Thus, an impulsive action such as this is unlike any he has ever committed before. There is a subtle bewilderment marring across his features, though anyone who doesn't know him to the extent that you do would have deduced that Nanami looks like he's only thinking.

There, in his eyes, is an undulated discovery of something quite like finding a secret that only he can have.

"Kento," you call out, cupping his cheeks. "What is it?"

He leans into the touch and kisses your palm. His thumb occasionally brushes the fresh bruise he caused. "It's nothing."

"It doesn't hurt, my love." You say. "If that's what you're worried about."

Nanami's smile appears at the corner. You feel it quirk up against the corner of your hand. "I know, darling."

"Can we continue?" You lightly tease, tapping your foot against the dimple of his lower back.

Nanami tilts your head over to the left. The other side of your unmarked neck becomes visible. He leans down to you, his breath only a whispering distance from your skin.

"Let me," he coaxes before he sucks on the unblemished skin.

His hands travel back to your thighs, massaging them repeatedly, ridding you of pins and needles. His thrusts never cease, as if all that stored energy he has had from being a sorcerer has done him well to maintain a consistent amount of stamina.

As Nanami moves to mark each underside of your breasts next, he guides your arms to his head where he insists that you run your fingers through his hair.

"Oh, shit, baby," you moan near his ears.

"Hmm," his voice vibrates.

"So good, my love."

Nanami momentarily pulls out. He guides your head on a fluffed pillow before he angles you in a venus butterfly position.

His lips move closer to the top of your sopping mound, where he sucks just right above your clit. You grip his hair hard, accidentally yanking a couple of strands. You couldn't even form an apology afterwards, because Nanami never stops his lustful drive. He bites against your skin, pulls your pubic hair teasingly, and moans languidly at the euphoric feeling of it all.

"Oh, my God! Kento! Wait! T-Too much!"

"Pull harder." He grits his teeth, looking at you through your curled bush. "I don't care. Just pull if you must."

Maybe because it's your cunt and it's been sensitive for the past few hours after coming several times, and it's also because it's near your clit where in replacement of his cock, his fingers resume the pounding, and maybe it's because it's simply Nanami Kento — whatever reason it can be, you never expect that when Nanami gives you a hickey right there, it's probably the most intense feeling you've ever felt than any of the hickeys he's given you so far.

And you wonder, why have you two not done this before?

You're left squirming for what little control you can find: none. Your hands scramble to the sheets, gripping them tightly before Nanami forces them back into his hair, demanding that if there's anything you're going to have to hold as he continues, it's going to be him.

"Baby," you call out in a daze. "T-Too much. Too sensitive."

"Just one more." He kisses your clit. "We'll be finished soon."

You must have agreed because it isn't just one more as he declared. Nanami scatters his marks everywhere around your body like constellations. They come in different sizes, each with their own sense of claim. He makes sure, however, that even when he discovers just how wonderful you are with the hickeys he's created, he wouldn't go overboard.

But the one thing he loves most from his work? It's that blotch of purple on your pussy.

"You look beautiful." He says in admiration, his index finger playfully twisting around your pubic hair.

You lean into his touch when he scoops you in his arms and embraces you tightly. "I want to give you one, too."

Nanami smooths your hair. "When you're well-rested. I will let you."

"All right."

© sundriedsheets — all rights reserved. do not modify, edit, steal, translate, feed into ai, or plagiarize my content.

this is sorta my form of apology (and free therapy) for that hbd nanami  post to anyone who has read that. enjoy :>