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Marc and Steven: we had a deal so let us go
Khonshu: fine
5 minutes later:
heian sukuna would love a fat wife. nsfw 18+ mdni. mlist
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he reveres each roll, each plump curve as a sign of wealth and prosperity. he’s not materialistic, nor is he one to care for societies opinions in the slightest, but he’s also not blind to the way people stare, and the way that they talk. if nothing else, he’s prideful - and that pride filters down to his wife, for is she not an extension of him? irrevocably his in the same way the fresh buds blooming in the garden are, etched in his image like the gilded halls of his temple. belonging to him as innately as each of his muscled limbs do.
he hears the servants chatter; look how well fed the kings darling pet is, how cared for and doted on she must be. their eyes follow you as you walk, delicate and barefooted, draped in the finest silks and jewels. freshly bathed and painted in a healthy flush, with your skin oiled and glowing as you lounge and eat freshly picked fruits from the garden. you eat with fervour, with pleasure, letting the sweet juice coat your fingers, slip in glistening dribbles down your chin and past the dip of your throat until he prowls across the garden and licks you clean, one great hand planted firmly over the swell of your belly.
he keeps you that way, pampered and plump and fertile. well fed and well bred always.
autumn harvest offerings with heian era!sukuna who wants to slaughter everyone, but your tea is more important
fluff
the village elders are kneeling in the mud outside the palace gates, their foreheads pressed flat against the earth, weeping as they offer up the autumn harvest. they have brought baskets of rice, rare mountain herbs, and a single, polished silver mirror meant to reflect the face of a god.
sukuna is sitting on his outdoor veranda, one leg hooked over the wooden railing, completely ignoring them while he picks at his fingernails with a small, curved dagger. he looks thoroughly bored by their terror.
you step out onto the porch, carrying a small wooden tray with his afternoon tea, your bare feet padding softly against the cypress wood.
the second your shadow falls over his lap, the king of curses completely freezes. the lazy, indifferent slouch disappears instantly. his four eyes snap upward, locking onto your face with a sudden, hyper-focused intensity that makes the kneeling villagers outside gasp in terror.
“you.. you’re late,” he grunts, though his lower right hand is already reaching out to steady the tray so you don’t drop it.
“the water took time to boil, ‘kuna,” you say quietly, sitting down cross-legged right beside his hip.
sukuna doesn’t touch the tea. instead, he sets the dagger down, his massive, claw-tipped upper hand reaching out to gently, deliberately catch the hem of your sleeve. with a slow, unyielding pull, he drags you across the mats until your side is pressed completely flush against his thigh. he reaches down, his large fingers catching the small of your back and lifting you until you’re sitting directly between his knees, your back resting against his stomach mouth.
he rests his chin heavily on top of your head, two of his arms wrapping around your ribs to hold you still, while his other two hands casually pick up the teacup, holding it to your lips first.
down in the courtyard, one of the elders dares to look up, stammering out a prayer to the ‘benevolent calamity.’ sukuna’s eyes flash with a sudden, vicious malice as he glares over your shoulder at the old man. “look away before i rip your eyes out,” he barks, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly low, protective snarl. he turns his head back, burying his face in your neck with a low, possessive huff, his entire face turning a dark, private red. “they’re loud. drink your tea so i can kill them in peace.”
a/n: heian era sukuna has a special place in my heart
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GOJO'S WORLD: WONDER BOY!
18+ work, MDNI!!!!! nerd!gojo x arcadeworker!reader
Synopsis: ‘Wonderboy’ as you like to call him—alias Satoru Gojo, absolute nerd—is the "arcade master" that’s been spending an entire week’s paycheck every day, mastering the world of coin-ops, and hoping to beat his one-sided rivalry with Jacker14449, the user with the highest scores in the entire arcade. You’re the part-timer, dealing with whiny kids, spilled drinks, and an immovable Gojo every. Other. Day. Now, just having cut off things with your ex-hookup, you’re dying to relieve some stress. So when Satoru finally beats his unknown opponent after staying an unwelcomed thirty minutes after closing time, you wonder, what else can those hands and fingers do?
or: Nerdjo and Reader hook-up.
Status & Content: oneshot. wc - 5498. female reader, afab reader, modern au, late 1980s - 1990s ish setting, forced proximity, nerdjo!, nerdjo is stubborn and annoying, tired and annoyed reader, slightly mean reader, sub!gojo, smut, banter and bickering, nerdjo goes on tangents, porn with plot, virgin gojo, arcade, gaming gojo, beginning drags for a little bit but picks back up again, half smut half dynamic establishing, non canon writing so definitely mischaracterization lol, nerdjo has a crush on you ++ ART BY INKYCK ON INSTA.
“Ma’am, your son doesn’t have enough tickets to get the Donkey Kong stuffed animal.”
You were starting to sound like a broken record.
Unfortunately, the past three times you’d uttered the same sentence out loud didn’t seem to get through the head of the woman who was standing in front of you.
Her lips, a bright scarlet—which would be matte if she hadn’t kept licking her lips in irritation, and pursing them in the most dissatisfied manner—seemed to want to open themselves again to advocate for her excessively annoying kid’s “needs.”
And when you looked at her, deadpanned, you’d even thought to yourself if her frizzy ginger hair was poofing up because of how angry she was getting at both: you not giving her son a Donkey Kong plush and her child, not giving it up.
“Girl!” She shouted. Not in an endearing way, but very much with an accusatory inflection. “Just give it to us! We’re only missing a couple of tickets!”
The ticket counter machine to your right displayed a bright green 112 in the middle. The Donkey Kong was 600 tickets.
satoru can‘t help but get distracted when you start talking. . . ૮꒰˶ - ˕ -꒱ა
satoru swears he’s listening to you.
he nods at the right moments, tilts his head when you emphasize something, throws in a casual “yeah?” or “that so?” that makes it seem like he‘s all ears.
he really tries to pay attention to your words, but the thing is.. the second you start talking, his mind starts drifting.
“—and so i was thinking of taking that mission,” you say, arms loosely crossed. “it’s in a pretty empty area, which is good.”
satoru hums in faux acknowledgment. “mm-hm.”
he can already picture it— you‘ll definitely ask him to come along. oh you.. you’re looking up at him, suddenly shy, fingers tugging at your uniform.
“satoru…” you say, voice softer than usual. “we’ll be all alone out there… won’t you come with me?”
you look away right after, like you’re embarrassed you even asked.
oh, he’s definitely dreaming now.
the two of you walking through empty roads together. sitting beside each other on the train ride home while the sunset pours through the windows. maybe you‘ll accidentally fall asleep on his shoulder..
maybe—
a smack to his arm.
“hey! earth to gojo!”
he blinks, returning to the present.
you’re looking at him with a small frown now. “did you even hear anything i just said?”
“…yeah,” he says, although very unconvincing.
you raise an eyebrow. he doesn’t break under your gaze, but there‘s a moment of silence between you.
you sigh. “i said i might take that mission in the empty area. it should be quick.“
“riiight,” he says, acting like he totally knows. “that one.”
your eyes narrow. “you really didn’t hear a word, did you?”
“i did!” he insists.
but his thoughts are still stuck on the version of you that only exists in his head— soft voice, shy glance, asking him to come like it matters if he’s there.
later, when you walk away still mildly annoyed, satoru stays where he is with his hands in his pockets.
he really does listen to you.. just not in the way you think.
“blah blah.. proper name.. place name.. backstory stuff..” — how toru hears reader
starstruck! celebrity 𑣲⋆ Choso Kamo ⋆˚ au in which he becomes your favorite regular at your record store.
— fluff! (comfort, slow-burn)
No one had expected it. Not Choso. Not even you. Camera flashes surrounded you, the kind you never thought would be pointed your way. Yet from one moment to the next, you had become the center of attention — along with your now boyfriend, Choso Kamo.
A famous singer-songwriter whose name had become widely known throughout Japan over the past year.
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You worked at a record store, which was a nice decent job, helping pay for college and everyday life. Routine could get repetitive, but getting to be the dj at your own workplace certainly helped.
Each day felt almost the same, but you couldn’t complain. Until one day, everything changed.
It was about to be 9 p.m, closing time, the day had been a little slow, a few customers yet not many purchases. A guy wearing dark sunglasses, a mask and a baseball cap walked in, his head lowered.
“Welcome!” You greeted with your usual polite tone. Yet your politeness wasn’t met the same way.
The guy glanced up at you, almost as if he hadn’t meant to. You couldn’t quite meet his gaze and despite this, it felt like it lingered on you for far longer than it should.
You cleared your throat, adjusting yourself on the seat behind the counter. He lowered his gaze again.
“Uh… if you need anything let me know,” you added awkwardly. “We also sell drinks.”
He didn’t say a word, he simply nodded as he walked further inside.
Maybe he’s just awkward, at least that’s what you believed in the moment. It wasn’t unusual for people to keep to themselves, especially at a record store.
You watched him browse through the records, his hands faintly tracing over the vinyls and stopping at the ones that seemed to pique his interest.
I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it by the 1975.
“That one has one of my favorite songs in there.” You said, getting up from your seat.
He lowered his chin, eyes lifting to meet yours over the rim of his glasses.
“Somebody else?” He finally spoke, his voice was low, steady and somehow familiar.
You nodded. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”
He shook his head, wandering through the different aisles, tapping the records to the beat of the music playing in the background. You weren’t following him, but your gaze drifted after him anyway.
And then, he lingered in front of the counter for a second before clearing his throat.
“Can I get a drink?”
“Sure, we have the drinks menu here.” You walked over to the counter to pick up the menu, and he followed behind you.
You handed him the menu as he carefully read over it. There was something strange about him, the way he carried himself as if he was running away, like he was hiding. Looking at the sunglasses, mask, and baseball cap, a ridiculous part of you wondered if he was about to rob the record store. But there was something far too awkward about him for that.
So you watched him, trying to make out the features hidden behind the sunglasses, mask, and baseball cap. But it wasn’t enough to hide a particular mark you’d seen before, a black stripe crossing the bridge of his nose. It was oddly familiar.
“You know… you look like someone I’ve seen before.”
He gripped the menu a little tighter, subtle enough that you almost missed it. And he didn’t say a word for some long seconds.
“I… don’t think we’ve met.” He said, his voice coming out low.
“Yeah but maybe I could’ve seen you somewhere.”
“You’re wrong,” he said after a heavy sigh. “Can I just order?”
“Sure.”
You took his order. A medium cappuccino. A little weird, you thought, given that it was pretty late. Nonetheless you prepared it for him as he continued looking through the records, now at the cd aisle.
He’d pick up a cd and read the tracklist on the back, nodding to himself.
Even if he insisted you hadn’t met, you swore you’ve seen him somewhere. His voice, the familiar black stripe… and still, you couldn’t quite grasp just who he was.
“Here.” You stood behind him with his cappuccino in hand.
“Thank you,” he said, taking it before going back to check the cds.
“If there’s one you wanna listen to we have a listening room.”
He nodded, sipping from his cup.
“This one.”
Heart Shaped World by Chris Isaak.
“Alright, follow me.” You guided him to the listening room. It was small, but cozy.
Instead of a proper door, the listening room was separated by a beaded curtain. The strands clicked softly against each other as you pushed through them.
You’d taken the liberty of decorating it yourself, hanging posters, vinyl sleeves, and fairy lights along the walls.
You crouched in front of the cd player, sliding the disc into place for him.
“You have 10 minutes,” you got up, facing him as he was already sitting at the sofa.
“Only 10?”
You nodded. “We’re about to close.”
“Oh.”
“If you buy it you can stay longer.”
“Can I?”
“Depends on how much though, I have class tomorrow.”
“20 minutes?”
You sighed, but agreed anyway. You waited outside, arranging a few aisles as he sat inside, the faint sound of the songs playing from the listening room.
You’d find yourself lingering nearby, listening to him hum quietly to himself. Sitting behind the counter, you’d catch glimpses of him through the beaded curtains, his head moving gently to the rhythm.
And for a brief moment, he took off his glasses, lowering his mask just enough to uncover his mouth. He lowered his head back on the couch, closing his eyes as he muttered the words to Wicked Game.
You watched him. Really watched him this time. His sharp features were barely visible beneath the warm, low lights. And that familiar feeling returned. You’d seen him somewhere before.
He tilted his head back up, his gaze drifting to the beaded curtains as if he felt your staring, quickly pulling his mask and glasses on again. You moved your head away instantly.
It was 9:10 p.m. You had to close 10 minutes ago, so you stood again, walking to the listening room as you leaned against the door frame. The beaded curtains brushed against your back.
“Hey, sorry to say but time’s over.”
He took a deep breath, taking a second before standing up and following behind you to the counter.
“…Is it always this quiet?” He asked, a little hesitant as he kept his gaze low.
“At night? pretty much.”
“Doesn’t it get lonely?”
You paused for a brief moment, letting out a soft chuckle. “Kinda, I don’t usually mind it though.”
He nodded, as you proceeded to check the cd at the counter.
“It gets busy during the day, but I work here at nights.”
He nodded, taking the bag with the cd inside.
“Its nice.”
“Mhm? What is?”
“The listening room,” he paused. “And the privacy here.”
“Thanks, I decorated it,” you gave him a soft smile.
And in that short moment, he forgot what he’d been about to say. He has seen hundreds, thousands of people smiling at him before, but yours… it carried something he hadn’t met yet.
So to no surprise, he came back again, right the next day.
He came in quietly, you didn’t even notice his presence as he was already standing in front of you, cd in hand.
“Hey.”
You jumped on your seat but quickly pulled yourself together, looking up at him.
“You’re back already?”
“…I guess I am.”
“Listening room?”
He nodded. You guided him to it, putting the cd on for him as he quietly settled onto the couch.
“Can I bring you anything?“
“Medium cappuccino.”
You prepared it for him, the whole store was quiet, empty at this late hours. Only the low hum of his voice could be heard, along with the coffee machine sounds.
After he left the record store the day before it didn’t take long before you found out who he was, and why he looked so familiar. A new set of cds had arrived and you were about to arrange them when you noticed the picture on them.
A long, dark-haired guy, soft dreamy brown eyes, and a black stripe across the bridge of his nose. You took one of the cds and played it in the listening room. It was Choso, his voice low and warm, instantly recognizable.
And it all made sense in that moment.
You finished making his cappuccino and walked over to the listening room, where he sat quietly, head tilted back and eyes closed, the rise and fall of his chest slow and steady.
He wasn’t wearing his mask, or his glasses, and he didn’t seem to notice your presence.
“Here.”
At the sound of your voice, he quickly reached for his glasses and mask, but before he could do so, you spoke again.
“You don’t have to keep them on in here. I won’t tell.”
His furrowed brows softened as he looked up at you. “You know?”
You nodded. “After you left yesterday I found out.”
“Oh…” He lowered his gaze, fidgeting with the fabric of his pants.
“Don’t worry though… really.” You set his cappuccino at the table across from him. “I have short term memory loss so I’ll forget.”
“Huh? Really?”
“No,” you laughed softly. “I’m just saying… you can relax.”
He nodded as he kept quiet to himself. You were about to step out the room, but then you heard his voice once again.
“Thank you.”
Sincere, simple.
You nodded as you continued with your duties for the rest of the night.
The next day came, and even though it had only been two days since you’d met him, part of you was already expecting him.
But it was 8:54 p.m and he was nowhere to be seen, so you began preparing everything to close, until a hurried voice came behind you.
You turned around only to find a disheveled Choso, slightly out of breath, his mask crooked and glasses slipping down his nose.
“And if I get two cds?”
“You can’t just buy your time in the listening room,” You said as you took one of the boxes on the floor, filled with new vinyls.
“I can help you with that.”
“You’d just mess up my system.” You sighed as you walked past him.
He stood there quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I can learn.“
“Just grab the cds.” you said, lowering the box in front of the empty shelf.
“Thank you.”
He wandered through the cds, only to end up standing behind you.
“Yes?” You asked, slightly annoyed as it had been five minutes already and he hadn’t picked a cd yet.
“Is… there one you want?”
You stood up, lifting an eyebrow.
“Huh?”
“I don’t know which one to pick,” he paused, his gaze drifting to the side. “If there’s one you want to get I could listen to it… and get it for you.”
“Really?”
He nodded. And so he followed behind you to the cd aisle, you picked two of your favorite cds. The ones you’d repeatedly play at the record store yet never bought.
“You get 20 minutes, either way I have to finish setting this up for tomorrow.”
You played the cds for him. It had become a routine now. Though he wouldn’t come everyday, not at the same exact hour, but he’d be there, whenever he’d have the chance.
He’d get the same order. Sometimes he’d even bring food for the both of you, just as an excuse to stay a little longer.
And suddenly, you were part of his quiet moments too. At least after you’d finished your duties for the night.
Instead of telling him time was over right away, you’d sit across from him, taking in the music and the quiet hums he’d make.
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I was inspired due to repeatedly listening to the Starstruck soundtrack for the past few weeks and I couldn’t get celebrity Choso out of my head. it’ll have three parts!!! please let me know what you think. hope you enjoy! i had a fun time writing this hehe
The first time he thinks it, the only time he says it, you and Ryland are cleaning his wounds. "Is this heaven?" Small, unsure, like a child clinging to the offer of comfort. Ryland explains it to him, he's not dead he's okay now. Simon almost doesnt believe it.
He thinks it again staring out the hull window, he seemed to be counting the stars. He hadn't ever seen so many before, he asks Ryland if theres always that many and Ryland explains the "birth" of stars to him, that there will always be stars like this.
And again when he's given painkillers, he was still hurting, aching from where his arm was pulled away. He had been trying to brave through it but you noticed, and offered him some medicine. He insisted he wasnt sick, you promised there was enough and he wasnt wasting any.
Its much the same with rations, upon discovering how little he was taking to eat and drink. You and Ryland assured him that it was okay, that the ship was stocked for 4 human crew members, he could eat.
He was sure he was dead when he watched Ryland burn himself and run to you, rocky ribbing him and all of you laughing. He watched how sure Ryland was that despite how small and preventable the injury was and how you called him stupid, that you would help him.
More sure when you let him crawl into bed with you, let him curl up to chase the night terrors away. Rubbing his back as he whimpered and mumbled unintelligible pleas for you not to leave.
And when Ryland comes to curl up in bed and finds his spot taken, he laughs, ruffles Simon's hair, and pushes another bed over to make space.
What is heaven if not being loved without being a burden.
Some early relationship bloodymary x medical officer reader thoughts (its implied that Ryland and reader are already dating)
When you and Ryland found Simon, he was injured, screaming, and feeble attempting to fight you off.
It took approaching him like a wild animal, showing him your lack of weapons, and sending Ryland out of the room to get him to let you look at him.
Once he was back on the hail mary and his wounds were clean and bandaged, he slept.
He slept a lot. You checked on him frequently, his vitals. You explained amputation to Rocky ("where friend arm question?") Moved him as he slept to keep bedsores and atrophy away.
When he woke, he was delirious. You were gentle, introduced him to Ryland and rocky (who he genuinely believes for a while is a hallucination for a while)
He thinks the two of you are angels. His saviors.
You do frequent medical checks on Simon, Ryland there to keep him calm and distract him as you examine him.
Eventually he starts leaning into the touches, tailing you guys around the ship. Simon cries in his sleep unless the three of you are crammed into one bed, so now they've been pushed together.
You and Ryland love it, curling into the worshipful convict and showing him how to be gentle.
He tries to be helpful, he really does. But hes clumsy, unused to the handicap of missing an arm and knowing next to nothing about science or medicine. But he's very supportive.
Simon is convinced that you and Ryland can do anything, that you're the strongest, smartest people in the universe.
He thinks of rocky as a threat at first, because rocky often teases you guys (calling you weird/gross/stupid) and you have to be really patient with him and explain thats just the relationship you have with the eridian.
Rocky not understanding that Simon doesnt like him that much making him a robot arm ("friend simon small arm inefficient. Rocky fix") and Simon crying and because he's realizing that nobody's angry at him here and theres no cruelty on your ship
I am ill
Enjin x Reader where your n°1 shipper is literally Too Lily.
No Regrets
Enjin x Reader ft. Too Lily
(Contains: friends to lovers, confessions, slight angst, reader gender not specified no pronouns)
Whiny choso crying on readers strap cause he thinks he can't take it 😩😩😩😩
Poor choso can't take it
warnings: not proofread, pegging, crying, overstimulation
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“B-Baby!” He choked out, painted nails digging into your sheets as you pushed the tip of your strap into him. Slowly and controlled, making sure he was able to adjust to the size of it.
Choso was adorable. And an absolute cutie, trying to follow your lead and do whatever you expected him to. You wanted him to eat you out? He'd be falling to his knees, pushing your panties to the side with his teeth. Want him riding your strap? He is straddling your lap, lubing up the toy you two were going to use. You wanted to edge him until he cried? He'd lie back, letting you do whatever you wanted without ever interrupting you.
He loved following your lead. Doing as you say. Which is why it didn't come as a surprise to you when he immediately agreed to your suggestion. There was this new toy you had been eying on the market. But whenever you tried to order it, it was sold out. Today, you were in luck and ordered one immediately.
A new dildo for your strap. But not just any duldo. This dildo was different from the dildos you used to use. It was bigger, had more veins, was thicker, longer and not a toy you would usually use. When you wore the dildo on your harness, his mouth fell open.
There was no way that thing was going to fit inside him, he thought to himself. You could tell it was written all over his face. The thing about you was that you could read Choso like an open book. His face was flushed the whole time you tried preparing him for what was to come. And finally, it was happening.
It felt like you were trying to stretch him out wide with every centimetre you moved your hips. Right until you reached the end. He let out a shaky breath, hand resting on his lower abdomen. He felt so full.
You grabbed his legs, pushing them up to his chest. He wasn't sure about the position, since this was the largest toy he had used so far. But before he could even think about voicing his concerns, you pulled out slowly, pushing back in a little rougher.
His mouth fell open as you took on a steady pace, going slow and reaching deep. He let out little whimpers and whines, trying to bite down on his lower lip but failing. It felt good. The fear faded away immediately, and you picked up the pace. But that is when it hit him.
The toy was reaching spots inside him that had never been touched before. Suddenly, he felt everything. The way the toy reached deep while simultaneously pushing against his prostate with every push of your hips.
How a bulge formed in his belly whenever you bottomed out before pulling back out. Then you started thrusting at a normal pace. He gasped, mouth falling open, tears welling up in his eyes. You weren't going fast, not at all. But it was enough to drive him crazy. Turn his brain into mush.
He let out a series of whimpers, arching his back off the bed, twisting, tossing and turning before you grabbed his arms and pinned him right against the bed. He was moving and squirming too much, making it hard for you to angle your thrusts correctly.
“T-Too much…!’’ He sobbed, tears streaming down his face now. And he looked so pretty like this, spent dick resting against his abdomen, arms pinned to his side, lower lips trembling as he gave you those cute little puppy eyes. You wanted to eat him right up.
Or fuck him some more.
‘’Too much?” You coed teasingly, grinding your hips against his. Poor Choso was crying now, but it felt so good, didn't it? He couldn't push you off even if he wanted to.
“Can't t-take it!”
“Aww,” you teased, leaning down to his ear. “Poor Cho can't take it?” You whispered, softly biting into his earlobe. “Come on, try. For me.” You cupped his face gently, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He wrapped his arms around your neck. And just when you were about to pull out, give him a break, he wrapped his legs around your waist.
Oh, you'd dig him a new hole today.
You’ve worn your boyfriend Sukuna to the bone, so your other boyfriend Toji takes over.
warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni.
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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.
The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like he’d just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Toji’s gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukuna’s chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.
“What’s your problem?” Came Toji’s eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.
Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didn’t paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.
3 times Frat!Kuna clocks misogynistic fratboys
Summary: Dating a women’s studies major has turned Sukuna into the frat house’s most feared feminist. Now the frat boys can’t make a sexist comment without getting a lecture, while you sit back and watch.
A/n: just fun lil thing i thought of :)
The frat house was unusually quiet, no music, no party, no sports discussions.
This was because Ryomen Sukuna was standing in the living room with his arms crossed, looking genuinely disappointed.
“Did you just call her a bitch?”
Satoru Gojo, halfway through stealing someone’s energy drink from the fridge, blinked. “What?”
“You called that girl a bitch.”
“She literally stole my hoodie after our hookup,” he shrugged him off.
Sukuna pointed at him. “And? Speak like a man. Have some respect.”
The room went silent.
Satoru looked around. “Did anyone else hear that?”
“No, seriously.” Sukuna continued. “You don’t get to call women bitches because you’re annoyed.”
Satoru stared. “Who are you?”
“My girlfriend says that’s misogynistic.”
“Your girlfriend also made you stop saying ‘females.’”
“And she was right, it’s disrespectful. Some shit incels say.”
The entire frat house collectively recoiled.
Across the room, you sat on the couch, sipping an iced coffee and watching the chaos unfold. A smile on your face, because god were you enjoying this.
This was better than reality TV.
Satoru pointed at you. “YOU DID THIS.”
You raised your coffee in acknowledgment.“Damn right.”
———————————————————————————————
The frat party was loud enough to shake the walls. Music blasted through the speakers.
Drinking games to your left, a fist fight to your right; and you were just observing from the kitchen.
And in the middle of it all, Toji was sprawled across the couch with a beer in hand.
His girlfriend was standing nearby talking to some friends when Toji waved his empty can in the air. “Hey.”
She glanced over. “Yeah?”
“Grab me another beer.”
A few people looked over.
She frowned. “What?”
“You heard me.” Toji pointed toward the kitchen. “Get me another beer.”
Before she could argue, another voice cut through the room.
“No.”
Toji closed his eyes. “…God.”
Across the room, Sukuna was already walking over.
You perked up immediately, ready for your boyfriend to set Toji straight.
Sukuna stopped directly in front of Toji. “Hell no.”
Toji looked exhausted. “No what?”
“No disrespecting your girl in front of me.”
A few people turned their attention to the potential altercation.
Toji rubbed his forehead. “I asked her to get me a beer.”
“You ordered her.”
“It’s not that serious, right baby?” He said, trying to save his ass.
Sukuna crossed his arms. “If you want a beer, use your legs, or ask nicely.”
Toji stared, “You cannot be real.”
His girlfriend was already trying not to laugh.
Sukuna pointed toward the kitchen, “Go get your own drink.”
“Or what?”
The entire room collectively leaned forward.
Sukuna grinned. “Or I’ll disrespect your face by punching it.”
You giggled. Only Sukuna could point out misogyny while trying to solve the issue with violence.
A guy standing nearby immediately whispered, “That’s the most Sukuna version of feminism I’ve ever heard.”
Toji looked around the room. Nobody was helping him. Not even a little, most probably in fear of Sukuna.
Finally, Toji sighed. “Fine.”
Sukuna nodded. “Good choice.”
Toji turned toward his girlfriend. “Sorry.”
She raised an eyebrow, suddenly she had more confidence than before. “Sorry for what?”
Toji was clearly embarrassed now, “Sorry for talking to you like that.”
“Thank you.”
Sukuna gave an approving nod. “There. Growth.”
“Shut it,” he said staring down Sukuna. “You know what? I’m getting my own beer.”
As Toji disappeared into the kitchen, the room broke into applause.
His girlfriend laughed and shook her head.
Then she turned to Sukuna. “Thanks.”
Sukuna shrugged. “Don’t thank me.”
He pointed across the room toward you. “Thank her.”
Everyone looked.
You were sitting comfortably on a stool in the kitchen; chin in hand, eating chips like you’d been watching a sporting event.
You gave a little wave.
“Kuna’s a women’s studies soldier ,” she said proudly. “I teach him everything I know.”
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The fraternity and sorority had gathered in one room to brainstorm ideas for a charity fundraiser. People were throwing out suggestions.
Raffles. Bake sales. Auctions.
Then Satoru snapped his fingers. “I got it.”
Immediately, you looked concerned, because he never had good ideas.
“We do a joint event with the sorority.” Satoru grinned. “The girls wear maid outfits and serve drinks.”
The room erupted into approval.
“That’s genius.”
“People would love that.”
“Easy money.”
Across the room, Sukuna slowly lowered the energy drink from his hand.
“Interesting.”
“NO,” Gojo yelled. “Let me have this one good idea,” he groans.
Sukuna stood. “Let me understand… the women wear maid costumes.”
“Yeah.”
“And serve drinks.”
“Yeah.”
“And what are the men doing?”
Toji shrugged. “We could do some strength challenge.”
“What kind?”
“I don’t know. Lifting something heavy.” Several people nodded.
“Classic.” Sukuna stared. Then looked at you, looking for approval to go on a rant.
Sukuna turned back to the room. “The women get assigned a service role. The men get assigned a strength role.”
More silence.
“Based on gender.”
The room collectively sighed.
Sukuna pointed dramatically. “Why.”
Satoru finally spoke. “Because that’s what people want.”
Sukuna gasped.
You smiled proudly at your boyfriend, waiting for him to call out their blatant sexism.
“PEOPLE EXPECT IT?”
“Yeah?”
“So we’re just reinforcing traditional gender roles for profit now?”
The room erupted.
“IT’S A CHARITY EVENT.”
“YOU’RE MAKING IT SOUND EVIL.”
Sukuna ignored them. “Misogyny is evil.” He pointed toward the sorority members.
“Why are they the ones serving drinks?”
One of the sorority girls raised her hand. “Honestly, I don’t want to wear a maid costume.”
“THANK YOU.” Sukuna was fully activated.
You were delighted to see how this was playing out.
“Explain to me,” Sukuna continued, “why the men can’t wear maid costumes and serve drinks.”
The room went dead silent, and you almost spit out your drink.
Toji blinked.
Satoru blinked.
The sorority sisters were stunned. “What?”
“The men.” Sukuna spread his arms.
“No.”
“Why not?”
The room burst into laughter.
“If serving drinks is easy money, then congratulations.” He slapped the table.
“The fraternity is serving drinks.”
The sorority girls immediately started cheering.
“YES.”
“MAKE THEM DO IT.”
Toji looked horrified. “Absolutely not, I’m not wearing a maid outfit.”
Sukuna leaned forward. “Fragile, typical response from men. Toxic masculinity, machismo, societal expectations.” He says pointing a finger at different men around the room.
You had your face in your hands, trying to hide your laughter. You had to show support for your boyfriend, but couldn’t handle him naming every term he could think of.
Sukuna pointed around the room. “If the costumes aren’t degrading, wear them.”
Silence.
The sorority girls were having the time of their lives. One of them pulled out her phone. “I’m ordering maid costumes right now.”
The fraternity erupted in panic.
“STOP HER.”
“WE CAN STILL NEGOTIATE.”
——-
Two weeks later, the fundraiser ended up being the most successful event in frat history.
Mostly because nobody could resist paying money to watch a group of deeply embarrassed frat bros serve spiked lemonade in maid outfits.
Toji looked dead inside.
Satoru refused to make eye contact with anyone.
Meanwhile Sukuna carried a tray through the crowd completely unbothered.
His maid outfit fit surprisingly well, as he served you a drink.
Across the lawn, Satoru was being forced to say “Welcome home, master” for a twenty-dollar donation.
The sorority was making a fortune.
Sukuna took one look at the donation total and smiled. “Look how good we’ve done so far,” he said enthusiastically.
“I’m so proud of you,” you said before leaning in for a kiss.
“By the way, I think you should bring home this costume when you’re done here,” you said; snapping the thigh high sock on Sukuna’s thigh.
“Whatever you want baby,” he winked.
Dividers by: @cursed-carmine
Babes can you do a fic with any character honestly even oc if you want, with some fingering, throat fucking and pegging like really rough treatment and then soft aftercare pleaseeee
Bratty Sukuna
In which you fuck and suck the brattines out of him
warnings: bratty!sukuna, sukuna lactating, throat fucking, fingering, pegging, slight pain/blood (his nails digging into your back)
character: Sukuna
masterlist, lactating toji
“Get on the fucking bed.”
“Fuck you, pervert.”
Sukuna, as always, had pissed you the fuck off. Now it was time for his punishment to take place, whether it was spanking him or fucking him to tears. But he was the greatest brat who had ever stepped foot on this earth. Persisting in being right, asking you why he was supposed to be punished, asking you who the fuck you thought you were.
Oh, he was in trouble. Because you knew if he was truly against this, he would have pushed you away from him or he would have attempted to take your life (and succeed). He loved toying with you. When you twisted his nipples, he didn't find it so funny anymore. But he couldn't shut up for the life of him. Even when you left his side and walked towards the closet, he continued to be annoying. Bitching around, throwing a fit. Throwing insults at your head.
But he cut himself off as soon as you turned back towards him, and you were wearing your strap. Curling your finger in his direction, you motioned for him to come your way, all the way to the end of the bed. He rolled his eyes. But suddenly, he was calm. Suddenly, he listened to you. He crawled towards you, bed dipping with every movement of his until he was right in front of you. You slapped the tip of your strap against his cheek, making his cheeks flush red.
‘“The fuck are you looking at? Start sucking.” Hesitantly, he opened his mouth, his pretty lips wrapping around the tip of your strap. He sucked slowly, looking up at you while teasingly twirling his tongue around the tip. Obviously, you couldn't feel anything, but damn, he was so sexy. Then, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him down until his nose hit your stomach. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to gag, but failed.
After about the third gag, you pulled out of his mouth, letting him take a few deep breaths before plunging back into his mouth. Over and over, you continued fucking his mouth, his throat, drawing muffled whines and tears from him, using his saliva as a lubricant. One final thrust, and you released his hair, making him cough and wheeze in agony, trying to catch his breath. But before he could even do that, you ordered him to rest on his back.
He switched positions as fast as he could, lying on his back. At that point, you were horny. Hungry. Hungry for everything involving him. You pushed up his shirt, pinching one of his soft nipples. Then you licked one nub teasingly, leaving it squirming.
Just as suddenly, you wrapped your lips around the little bud, latching on to it and swirling your tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves. He gasped, arching his back beneath you as you sucked the milk right out of his pec, massaging the other.
He tried pushing you off, noticing how the sensation was starting to get to him. He was hard, his hole was pulsing, waiting to be filled with your strap. But you had other plans first. You let go of his nipple with a little sound, your saliva and leaking milk connecting you.
Reaching for your nightstand, you grabbed a bottle of lube, lubing up your fingers at lightning speed, prying his legs apart. And he let them fall to his sides effortlessly as you continued sucking, this time on the other nipple.
He squeezed his eyes shut, and the second he could feel one of your fingers pushing into him, his mouth fell open in a quiet scream. It didn't take long before you were pumping two of your thick fingers into him, free hand wrapped around his peck as you milked him from both ends.
A gasp left his lips when you curled up your fingers, hitting his prostate with every thrust. The second you added a third finger, he came with a loud whine, creaming all over his belly.
Now it was time for the real thing. Gently, you pulled your fingers out of him, making him shiver, leaving him empty and dissatisfied. He was a slut, of course, this wouldn't be enough for him. He needed much more to quiet down his hunger.
His hunger for getting his ass stuffed.
Pushing his legs up to his chest was your favourite part that night. Watching the king of curses withering beneath you, spreading his hole and begging you to do something. Anything to satisfy his cravings. Fill him up.
You lubed up your strap first, watching the thin layer of lube you had coated your strap with. Making sure every single follicle was submerged in it. Then you pushed at his entrance, shoving your toy in slowly at first, steady, letting his hole grip onto your strap. He bit down on his lower lip, pressing a flat hand to your abdomen as you were about to bottom out.
“Fuck no,” you muttered, grabbing his hand and pinning it right above his head, grabbing the other and keeping it up there as well. You moved your hips slowly, pulling out of him before slamming back inside roughly, making him throw his head back, a moan getting caught up in his throat. “You were talking all that shit earlier.”
You moved your hips steadily, going deep and slow, making sure he felt all of your movements in his core, in his muscles, in his veins, everywhere. All of this had only started because he was jealous of someone looking at you. You hadn't even noticed the guy.
You let go of his arms, leaning down to suck on his nipples as you hold his legs up, leaving you more access to his hole. He squealed, hands flying to cling to you, digging those long nails into your back until they were drawing blood.
But neither you nor he cared. He wanted to mark his territory and show everyone he belonged to you. And you? You were enjoying every second of this. The pain, his moans, his milk, everything about him was delicious. “You're so fucking stingy… And I love it.” You muttered, biting into his pec, drawing a groan from him. “But we need to work on that attitude of yours.”
THE VEINS WERE STRANGLING HIM IN THE FINAL SCENES???
bru the more i find out abt this movie…
Enjin sneaking and slipping into your bed from behind you, slithers his big, inky hands up along the curves of your hips up to the smooth skin beneath your shirt of your rib cage. greedy, inquisitive lips kissing slowly, suggestively at the back of your neck to the slant of your soft shoulder. you softly, tiredly mumble him a whispered enough and he whines a little, continuing on kissing your neck, stopping just at the juncture of your jawline, watching you peer swiftly over your shoulder.
"baby, I've missed you, please let me have this"
"En', no. I'm too tired, I've been on non-stop missions for the past few days, besides..." you slightly adjust yourself a bit, maneuvering the comforting blanket from your body to showcase a deeply nuzzled and coddled Dear sleeping ever so close to your chest. cute tiny little arms holding on to you with a grounding grip, snoring lightly. peacefully.
Enjin groans, irritatingly. slumps his head against your shoulder defeated, then sharply gazes down at the sleeping younger cleaner clinging onto his partner.
"what's he even doing in here anyways? shouldn't he be with Bro or something?"
"Enjin, stop. he had a nightmare, poor baby, and Bro is currently away on a mission. so get over it."
again, Enjin exceeds an annoyed protracted groan, but with more rolled vexation and provocation of not having his alone time with you. and solely, only with you. he rests his chin onto your shoulder, then catches a quick glimpse down at the now awakened young cleaner. smugly grinning up at him, snuggling closer into your warmth and tenderness.
and Enjin could feel his blood vessels pop rigorously along his neck and forehead. the knowing, menacing glint shimmering in the young cleaners eyes, triggering something so frenzied.
oh, this little shit.
Large hybrid snowleopard!reader x gojo? I always see those on here but it's almost never reversed 😔
possessive snow leopard reader x Gojo
masterlist
a/n: I hope this is good I haven't read anything about snow leopard gojo/ reader yet 👩🏾🦯
"You're a good little kitty," Satoru would say, and everyone hearing him would frown in disbelief. To him, you were as sweet as a cube of sugar. Adorable. An absolute cutie. And he'd say it all with a smile on his face, beaming at you, petting you. But he had no idea what kind of beast you could become when someone dared to take his attention away from you.
Also, whenever Gojo called you "little," his friends would choke on their own saliva. You were anything but a helpless little kitten, more like big, dangerous, and deranged. You were a predator, after all, but Satoru seemed to forget quite often.
One afternoon, when he came home, you were so excited, thinking you would get to spend some time with him, your face fell when someone stepped in through the door behind him. You were just about to jump on Gojo and lick him all over. But no, you were rudely interrupted by his long-haired friend, whom you didn't care to remember the name of.
The second the door closed behind his friend, you growled at him, low, steady, rumbling in your throat. His eyes widened in fear, and Gojo chalked it up to the fact that you might not like his scent. Yeah, you didn't like anything about him, really. Gojo put down his bag, opening his arms wide, nodding you over. And immediately you rushed over, wrapping yourself in his arms. And aww, you were rubbing yourself against him (trying to get your scent all over him, marking your territory, marking what's yours), and he giggled, pulling you even closer.
His friend stood there awkwardly, rolling his eyes when you glared at him. “Missed you,” you muttered into the crook of his shoulder as he rubbed your back soothingly.
You had no idea why you acted the way you did whenever one of his friends came over. Luckily, he never noticed how crazy over him you were. His black-haired friend would tell him he needed to get you checked. There was definitely something going on with you. His brunette friend would tell him to be careful. You were a dangerous hybrid after all.
Whenever they said things like that, it broke your heart a little. You, needing to get checked? But there was nothing wrong with you. It wasn't your fault they were paying into your territory, touching your prey, your Satoru. They had no right to come into eternity, both of you.
That's what you thought to yourself while both of them were sitting on his living room couch, trying to watch a game together. But when his friend rested his hand on Gojo's shoulder briefly, you rushed into his lap, nuzzling into his stomach. But oh, you're way too big to sit in his lap.
Does he mind, though? No. Never. He could never mind. You purred against him, ears twitching, softly, fluffy tail curling around him. Huffing tiredly as he ran his hand down your back. ‘’Someone seems quite tired.” He whispered, laughing teasingly.
Geto rolled his head once again. He couldn't believe his friend was falling for your act. Before he could let out an annoyed sigh, one of your eyes opened sneakily without Gojo seeing, and you stuck out your tongue at him.
You were an absolute menace. If you couldn't make Gojo hang out with you only, you'd make the people he was hanging out with feel miserable.