[ SERIES SYNOPSIS ] — it was obvious when this started, it was simply a mutual understanding between two horny college students — with very high libidos, and didn’t want any random stds — that this was purely a sexual relationship only. and yet, both of you are unintentionally toeing the line between that and something else. [ frat!kuna fwb series ]
[ TAGS ] — MDNI. 18+ nsfw. contains explicit sexual themes and content. piv. angst. friends with benefits. toxic frat culture. hazing. fraternity/sororities. hurt/comfort. hurt/no comfort. SLOW BURN. fluff. spit. ráw. rough. heavy spanking. degradation. dacryphilia. slight exhibitionisim. pda. soft sukuna. choso + yuuji r his younger brothers. every position. heavy creampies. violence. depression/anxiety. anger issues. squirting. cockwarming. alcohol. family death. family trauma. reader slightly oc. sukuna is a football (soccer) player too. HAPPY ENDING. tags will be updated as series continues.
✮ ch 1 || how it all started ✮ ch 2 || miss me already?
✮ ch 3 || call me ✮ ch 4 || two worlds
✮ ch 5 || conditions ✮ ch 6 || cracks
✮ ch 7 || summer break ✮ ch 8 || tbd
✮ ch 9 || tbd ✮ ch 10 || tbd
✮ ch 11 || tbd ✮ ch 12 || tbd
✮ pt 1 — sukuna is starting to toe the line
✮ pt 2 — you’re desperate to prove this is just sex
✮ pt 3 — cockwarming him for the first time
✮ pt 4 — sukuna’s brothers visit unexpectedly
✮ pt 5 — pregnancy scare with sukuna
✮ pt 6 — sukuna has a stash of naked polaroids of you
✮ pt 7 — halloween special: scare actor!sukuna
✮ pt 8 — sukuna’s noticeable bulge at the gym
✮ pt 9 — high stakes no nut november edition
✮ pt 10 — holiday special: grinch!kuna naughty or nice
✮ pt 11 — sukuna leaves his door open when you’re over
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[ INFO ] : the chapters are the actual series. it begins mid-spring semester JUNIOR year. the parts exist in the same story, but as stand alone canon oneshots and will not be mentioned in the chapters. they take place between sept-nov fall semester of their SENIOR year [parts and chps can be read separately]
THERE IS NO SERIES TAGLIST ✦ age should be visible on your blog - (art: @/xhealer_ tiktok, dividers: @/lariesographic )
Do we fuck with anxious girls who have a hard time cumming because they can't get out of their head? Do you wanna fuck me hard and make me feel so good that I can't formulate any thoughts at all?
𝄢 summary. a pack of alphas stumble upon the princess running away from her betrothed. instead of sending her right back to the crown, they begin to take a liking to her.
𝄢 series warnings. NSFW/MDNI, DUB-CON, explicit smut, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, medieval au (reader is a princess), sub/dom dynamics, light royal politics, this could be seen as cheating but also not really, forced marriage, light angst, hurt/comfort, massive polycule, porn with plot, like this has minimal plot and lots of smut, but that’s what you guys are here for, group dynamics, loss of virginity, corruption, knotting, teasing, perversion, more tags tba.
𝄢 a/n. happy happy happy Valentine’s Day. what’s better than being a princess in a medieval time period AND an alpha trying to get in your panties? SIX ALPHAS!!!! this shall be the start of a (basically) purely smut series where sweet princess!reader shall be defiled each chapter by hot, ripped, primal alphas. each chapter will be marked by their specific content warnings. cross-posting on ao3 soon. dividers by honeyluvsw and dollywons.
playlist - archive
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
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series taglist (open—age must be visible on blog):
need a pretty little mutt who’s twice my size whom i can mess around with who lets me do whatever i want to him. collaring him and tugging him around just for my amusement, forcing my fingers in his mouth, manhandling him, everything to irritate him except he just eagerly lets me
✮ subby bf!jean somehow always knows where you are and tries to act like he isn’t constantly checking your location, but he is, and it's not a secret.
✮ subby bf!jean loves when you use a vibrator wand on his sensitive dick while you kiss his chest and stare up at him; it makes him feel vulnerable and open and also makes him nut hard.
✮ subby bf!jean loves kissing your toes, especially when they are freshly done.
✮ subby bf!jean loves it when you spit in his mouth, taking control of everything.
✮ subby bf!jean makes the plans but waits for you to approve of them.
✮ subby bf!jean who tries to act like he's above you, is using a vibrator on him but instantly folds once it's on his tip.
✮ subby bf!jean who gets hard when you start milking him for money and to buy you things because it gets him off making you happy.
✮ subby bf!jean gets visibly red like a tomato whenever you play with his hair, hoping he doesn’t get hard because of how good it feels.
✮ subby bf!jean who can live in between your thighs if it meant eating your pussy until you make mess after mess on his face.
✮ subby bf!jean has a key to your place, and you wake up to him cuddling you in his sleep.
✮ subby bf!jean who gets angsty and anxious when he's not near you or able to touch you.
✮ subby bf!jean has wet dreams about you every night, using them to jerk off when you’re not around.
✮ subby bf!jean loves sucking on your tits and leaving hickies so you’re thinking about him afterwards.
✮subby bf!jean lives to please you and will do anything to see you happy, so he keeps letting you suck his wallet dry, overstimulate him until he can't speak, and do whatever you want with him.
oh god I love animalistic behavior. growling, snarling, nails raking over backs, biting, being pounded into with all the ferocity of a beast whos only chasing its instinctual desires. all of it.
𝄢 summary. a pack of alphas stumble upon the princess running from her betrothed. instead of sending her right back to the crown, they begin to take a liking to her.
𝄢 chapter warnings. NSFW/MDNI, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, medieval au (reader is a princess), light royal politics, naoya mentions (forced marriage).
𝄢 a/n. enjoy<3 art by thatsallitchief on x, dividers by honeyluvsw and dollywons.
series masterlist | chapter two | chapter four
By the time Gojo had finished playing with you, you had realized what all of that wetness you were hearing was.
Slick. And so much of it. Oozing out of you, pooling in your panties and creating a warm stickiness between your thighs. You didn’t even know your body could produce that much fluid, your cheeks burning hot with shame.
Gojo did his best to clean you up, teasingly attempting to remediate your mortification, but you damn-near kicked him out and called for a servant, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment.
The servant ran you a hot bath, ushering you to the communal hot spring while she cleaned up your bed. You were thankful for her, even if it was hard to show. It was clear—there’s so much you don’t know about a heat, furthermore your own body.
You didn’t even know you could feel that way—hot and wound up like thread. That must’ve been the precipice that Gojo had been talking about. When you felt like you were being unraveled.
And god, did it feel good. His tongue down your throat, his hands gripping and groping you, his boy-ish parts rubbing against you.
You shake your head to expel your thoughts, stripping yourself bare and gazing at yourself in the fogged up mirror of the bathing room.
Huh. You’re plumper than normal. Your breasts have swollen up sizeably, and your thighs are looking thicker. Your curves have accentuated drastically.
And, to your luck, Gojo had no issue marking you up with his bruising kisses. You scoff, planting your hands on your hips.
Your mild irritation returned after Gojo resigned to his quarters, that impossible itch sizzling beneath your skin. It felt good to lose yourself in desire with him, your body feeling the most normal it had all day, but now its like its been torn from your grip.
One things for certain—you’re ruined for Naoya. Knowing him, he’d have a fit and call off the entire engagement if he’d heard about you spending the evening with another man, teaching you the sweet pleasures he can pull from your gut. Your father would be furious, and he’d somehow find someone even more vile for you to match off with.
Nope. Maybe you can go missing and hide on the outskirts of the village. You’d have better luck living a semi-normal life away from that putrid man, even if it wasn’t as lush as you’d hope it was.
“Fuckin’ hell, what is that smell?”
You tense, your eyes latching onto the reflection of the towering figure behind you peeking out from the dark.
“S-Sukuna?”
The man in question pauses at the entryway to the communal bathroom’s, a permanent scowl etching into the hard lines of his face.
He doesn’t look away from your nude from, your hands quickly coming up to cover your private areas. But he looks… angry.
His nose twitches in the air, sniffing, as those blood-red eyes assess you slowly. From your swollen lips, marked up throat, to the slick coating the inside of your thighs.
The tension is palpable, his irritation coating the inside of your throat. Within seconds, he’s standing before you, his hand gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. “Who did this to you?” His tone is impossible deep, his chest vibrating with growls as his breaths pick up.
You choke on your words, his touch searing with his fingertips digging into your cheeks. He’s so… big—you’re certain his hand could squish your skull like a tomato. He’s definitely the biggest out of all of the alpha’s, and that’s saying something.
But, before you get the chance to respond, he seems to put the pieces together. His eyebrows furrow together as he catches the necklace hanging off of your neck. As he frowns at it, it suddenly weighs you down, feeling rather heavy under his scrutinizing gaze. “Gojo. That fucking prick.” He lets go of your face, his hand dropping to your side. “Tell me what he did to you.”
Your eyes go wide as they dance across his face. He’s serious. You can’t fathom why he cares so much, the fury set ablaze in those crimson slits focused on your expression. “He came into my room,” you whisper, heat bleeding into your cheeks. “Said he’d help me with my heat.”
“Yeah, I guessed that. What exactly did he do to you?”
You don’t like his tone. You haven’t ever since last night, but even as a princess, you know when to pick your battles. Sukuna doesn’t seem like someone afraid of a fight, even if it was the fleet your father would put out at your one complaint. “He kissed me.”
You don’t say more, wanting to shrink or for the world to swallow you whole. But the red-haired brute seems patient enough to wait for you to gain the courage to speak. You hate the way he looks at you, utter revulsion flittering across his expression.
“He… kissed me here,” you point towards your lips. “And here,” your throat. “Then, he sat between my legs and…”
Sukuna’s features sour. “Did he take your clothing off?”
“No,” you blurt out, shaking your head as you tighten your hand around your breasts to conceal them. “No one’s ever seen me… like this,” your tone turns mousy as you trail off, goosebumps pebbling the expanse of your body.
Sukuna puffs air through his nose, as if the thought of Gojo having a sense of self-restraint is incredulous. “Right. Guess that makes me the first.”
“What?”
“What’s that?” he quickly diverts the subject, pointing towards your necklace. “He treat you like some cheap whore? Rub his dick on you and when he was satisfied, buy you something sparkly?”
You scoff, heart jumping behind your ribs. “W-What? No! He… he taught me what a precipice was. And this is a scent blocker. It’s stronger than my patches, and it’ll help with my heat.”
That earns a laugh from Sukuna, crossing his arms over his chest, his muscles rippling with the effort. It takes everything in your heat-addled brain not to ogle. “Well, isn’t he a peach.”
There’s a stark silence after his snarky comment, your gaze thinning in irritation, before you gain the ability to speak. “Can you get out? I need to change, and I’d prefer it if there wasn’t a man staring at me whilst I do so.”
His expression doesn’t shift, still piercing daggers into you with his ill-bred stare. Then, he takes a step forward, leaning down to match your eyeline. You stagger backwards into the wall, but he simply places a hand beside your head, caging you like some skittish fawn. “Who’s gonna help you clean all this up?”
You stare at him confused, but when his gaze drags down to the spot between your legs, your eyes go saucer-wide.
He relishes in your expression, flashing you his sharp canines, before pushing off the wall and allowing some space between the two of you. “Cool it, princess,” he grins mockingly. “I’m not gonna eat you alive.”
He turns to the doors of the communal bathrooms, before glancing behind his shoulder to smirk. “Not unless you want me to.”
Finally, he leaves, stealing your breath with him.
By morning, after a night filled with mild stomach cramps, and tossing and turning while you sort through your insane situation, you pad down the stairs of your wing of the cottage, dressed in a robe that your servant had offered you before telling you to head to the dining hall for breakfast.
Everyone’s awake, shifting in murmurs at the long table.
The first person who catches your attention is Gojo. He’s running his tongue over his lip, wincing when he slides over the portion where it’s split and red. He’s face is bruised, and he’s got an ice pack held over the side of your head.
“What the… what happened?” you ask, heading over to look at his face. “Did you fight someone in your sleep?”
“Something like that,” he smirks, though it looks painful to do so, peering up at you with genuine bliss. Then, his gaze darts over to Sukuna who’s staring at you head-on, basking in the surprise painting you.
He did this. After he left the bathing room last night.
“Are you okay?” Nanami asks you from the head of the table, adjusting his frames and his gaze thinning while he assesses you. “We were made aware of the… situation that took place last night.”
You swallow thickly, the many eyes focusing on you making you jittery. “Y-yes. I’m perfectly fine. But what about—?”
“Satoru will be fine, dear,” Geto jumps in, taking a sip of his juice. He leans forward, folding his hands and gazing at you with a lamentable intent. “We would like to hear about how you’re feeling.”
You frown, directing your anger straight at the one most deserving. “I’m guessing he made you all plenty aware of what went down. Am I right, Sukuna?”
The room is silent as the two of you engage in a heated stare-off. He doesn’t laugh, or match your irritation—an apathetic gaze fixed on his features. One that only makes your blood boil far more.
“Gojo will suffer the consequences of his actions,” Nanami assures, glancing at Gojo and grimacing. “Thankfully, no mating mark or… penetration transpired. The last thing any of us want to do is hurt you.”
“You hungry?” Choso quizzes from your side, almost a whisper. “I saved this spot for you, Your grace.”
You want to release your fury on Sukuna for hurting Gojo for no plausible reason, other than what seems to be a territory thing. It’s clear that unmated alphas feel possessive over unmated omegas they’re in proximity of, but you never knew it was to this extent.
But your anger will get you nowhere. And you are starving, especially after such an eventful night. So you plop down beside Choso, allowing him to fill your glass and plate before you start digging in.
You don’t know why, but you’re unusually hungry. You stuff your face with whatever is plated for you, barely noticing the worried side-glances between the alphas.
“Her symptoms are progressing,” Toji says, taking a slow bite of his food. “Any day now and she’ll—.”
“Quiet. We’ll get her home before then.”
Once you’re finished, you wipe your face with your napkin, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you place a hand over your belly, utterly stuffed. “When did you say we’re leaving?”
“A couple of hours before dusk. First light has long passed, so it’d be safer to head out when it gets dark.”
“Dark?” you question back to Nanami, a slight waver in your tone. You’ve never been outside the castle walls at night.
“Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours,” Geto grins, curling a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’ve got six alphas as your personal bodyguards.”
a/n: hi comments and reblogs are always appreciated and i hope you're enjoying this story <3
ᓚᘏ𑄝 you’re only able to sleep with satoru’s fat cock stuffed in you — crybaby!reader
satoru’s got you tucked against his chest in the dark bedroom, legs tangled, your face buried in the crook of his neck while fat tears keep slipping down your cheeks. you’re still sniffling from earlier—some stupid little thing that set you off—and now you’re all shaky and needy, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.
“shh baby,” he whispers, voice soft and low, lips brushing your temple. one arm’s wrapped tight around your waist, the other hand guiding his thick cock right up against your entrance. he’s already leaking, smearing precum over your folds, but he doesn’t rush. just presses the fat head in slow, inch by inch, stretching your warm wet walls until you whimper into his skin.
“there we go… take it all for me. yeah, just like that.” he sinks deeper, groaning quietly when your cunt flutters and sucks him in greedily. you’re so full it aches in the best way, that heavy stretch making fresh tears pool in your lashes. he bottoms out with a soft grunt, balls pressed snug to your ass, and stays perfectly still for a second so you can feel every throbbing vein, every pulse of him inside you.
your hips twitch, trying to grind, but he holds you firm. “no moving, crybaby. just keep me warm. let me stuff this pretty pussy full so you can sleep.”
you whine, high and pitiful, nails digging into his shoulders. “satoru… ‘s too much… feels so deep…”
“i know, sweet girl. i know.” he kisses the corner of your eye, licking away a tear. “but you need it, don’t you? need me stretching you open till you stop crying and drift off.”
he rocks just the tiniest bit—barely an inch in and out—enough to make you gasp and clench hard around him, but not enough to build anything. just gentle, soothing rolls that keep you stuffed and full and fuzzy-headed. his hand slides down to cup your ass, keeping you pinned so you can’t squirm away even if you wanted to.
“good girl… feel how thick i am? splitting you so wide. gonna stay like this all night. my cock’s your pacifier tonight, yeah? suck on it with that greedy little cunt till you pass out.”
your sobs turn softer, breathier, turning into sleepy hiccups as the fullness lulls you. every time you start to tense he gives another slow grind, stirring his cock inside you until your eyes flutter and your grip on him loosens.
“that’s it… cry all you want, baby. i’ve got you. stuffed so full you can’t think about anything else.” he presses a kiss to your wet cheek, voice dropping even lower. “sleep now. i’m not going anywhere. be a good girl and let go.”
your breathing evens out slow, lashes fluttering shut, tears drying on your cheeks while his cock throbs deep inside, warm and heavy and perfect. he doesn’t move again—just holds you close, buried to the hilt, letting your sleepy pussy milk him softly until you’re finally quiet, drifting off with him still filling every inch of you.
Content: Suguru Geto x Reader, Yandere-ish, extremely toxic on both sides, violence, blood, the transferring of blood?, suggestive, kinda gives vampire vibes
No one matches his insane amount of evil except you.
Geto has never had a healthy relationship, and it's always been his fault. He cheats, lies, manipulates, ghosts, insults, etc. But when it’s good, it’s so good. His way with words makes it seem like god blessed his tongue (in more ways than one). He has a smile that can charm anyone under his sick spell.
2 days. Not a single word from Suguru Geto. He lets himself into your apartment with the spare key you gave him when you first started dating. Finally, having had enough of acting single for the weekend, you guess. "Honey, I'm home!" He hollers as he enters, that shit eating grin plastered on his face.
You're sitting on the couch watching TV, feigning nonchalance. He doesn't like being ignored, yeah he can ignore you all he wants, but when the roles are reversed, it's just cruel :( He steps in front of the TV, blocking your view with his crotch.
“I’m watching something, Suguru.” You say monotone, trying your best to not give him the reaction he wants.
“Most girlfriends would be worried sick if their boyfriends went M.I.A.” He says, feigning hurt. “I could’ve been kidnapped.” You didn’t even have to look at his face to know he was pouting.
You look up to look the tall man in the eye. He pissed you off, but oh, was he handsome.
“Well, most boyfriends wouldn’t go missing just to cheat on their girlfriends.” You say bluntly. Suguru couldn’t help the smile creeping up on his face. “Who said anything about cheating? Hm?”
You roll your eyes. “I’m not stupid Suguru. Is there any other explanation why you’ve been at your ex’s house the whole weekend?”
His eyes widen, then shift to a slightly amused expression. “How do you have my location, baby?" He says with a nervous laugh, his confidence fading. You may have put a tracker on his car, but he doesn't need to know that! You simply shrug your shoulders with an obviously fake oblivious look on your face.
You stand up from the couch, standing face to face with Suguru, not saying a word. He wonders how you’ll react. Are you going to cry? Scream? Spit in his face? Beg him to stop and treat you better? His dick gets hard just thinking about it.
Nothing could’ve prepared him for the fist going straight to his face. No one has seriously tried to hurt him before. He’s tall and well built; if he decided to fight back, it’s lights out. No one has dared to touch him, except for you.
He winces at the sudden throbbing pain in his lip and nose, his mouth filling up with a metallic taste. He touches his nose and looks down at the crimson liquid on his fingers in astonishment.
You reach up and gently cup his face with both of your hands. Your thumbs rub comforting circles on his cheeks. You look at him with big pure eyes that could do no wrong.
“You know it hurts me to do that, right?” You say with an apologetic tone. He nods rapidly in admiration. His (probably broken) nose isn't the only thing that's throbbing; his heart feels like it's jumping out of his chest. Is the evil Suguru Geto falling in love?
You plant an innocent kiss on his nose. Suguru finds himself imagining a future with you. Someone who’s just as insane as him. His hands grip your hips, bringing you closer to him. He looks you deep in the eye, studying every detail. "I love you." He says in a whisper. Grinning at your surprised expression before pulling you into a deep kiss. The blood from his injured lip trails down your chin. The metallic taste fills your mouth. You finally allow yourself to fully immerse yourself in his odd affection.
It felt intimate. More intimate than anything you've ever done before. Turning pain into something so romantic, tasting a piece of him inside. His tongue pushes his blood from his mouth to yours, swirling through the kiss.
He couldn’t get enough of you. He felt you were different from the rest. You weren’t ever getting rid of him.
I wrote this like a month ago and wasnt planning on posting it, but i thought it kinda gave halloween vibes kinda. Happy kinktober to all who celebrate. MY ASKS R ALWAYS OPEN
