Decided To Check Out Your Smaus Out Of Pettiness, And I Just Have To Say....

Decided to check out your smaus out of pettiness, and I just have to say....

Anon, disrespectfully, what the hell were you talking bout because they were funny as shit and I loved them stfu

Luna, doll, you're doing great keep up the good work 👍

AWHHHHHHHHHHH OMG THIS IS SO SWEETTT

literally thank you so muchhh!!! this means so much to me💕

FOR THE SUKUNA SLUTS ‼️

The Devil's Bride

Ryōmen Sukuna

Warning!! : Mentions of death/killing, forced marriage, and basically Sukuna being an asshole and having no respect for reader.

Summary : After Sukuna reclaims his throne and becomes known as the King of Curses once again, he decides on bringing forth a Queen. You

A/N : I somewhat switch pov's during this so don't get confused. Part 2 coming soon!!

Days have passed since Sukuna has once reclaimed his throne. Yet, he seems to be bored out of his mind. There's nothing to occupy him from his apathy.

Sure, he has countless people at his feet he can order to do as he pleases. But what's the fun in that? He needs something exciting to happen. Something to fill his empty pit of boredom.

He contemplates on whether or not he should start a war, find more slaves soldiers to do his bids, or perhaps even go on a killing spree somewhere random in this dark, dark world. Better yet— why not just kill everyone??

Well, not yet at least.

His teeth grind together and his fists clench in annoyance to this endless pit of nothing he can't seem to shake off.

But just before he rips someone's eyes out with his bare nails from frustration, he forges an idea. And with that idea, comes a no-good smirk spreading across his face.

What does every king have in every fairytale, movie, and book? That's correct. A Queen.

"You." His thundering voice reaches the ears of a guard who could be approximately 52ft ahead of him. "Come here." he motions with his fingers.

Almost immediately, the soldier makes his way up the steps and to the throne of his King. "Yes, my Lord?"

Sukuna makes a simple face of boredom, supporting his head with a propped up fist. "Gather 5 of my best soldiers and find me my Queen." his eyes squint, which silently says 'Hurry it up.'

And without another word, the guard takes off to seek out to the Kings orders.

Not many people could get in the mind of Ryōmen Sukuna. To understand what goes on in that so called empty mind of his is mildly impossible. But, taking a wild guess, the soldier puts together things the King takes an interest in.

Power, Control, and Cruelty.

To find a Queen fit to the Kings likings, she must be innocent. A girl who can't stand up for herself, but when she attempts to, she cowards out.

A girl who needs someone to make the decisions for her. But also a girl who has a little spark in her soul. A spark that can carry her to victory no matter the battle.

This shall be the woman who Sukuna finds quite delightful.

The next step was finding a girl who fits this description.

While this soldier is pondering off into space, he almost forgets about his group of men. Which, he's surprised to see catch up to him with a younger looking woman.

"P-Please!! Let me go!" she sobs, loud enough the birds in the trees fly away and flee from the scene.

Tears flow down her cheeks and onto the dirt. Her clothes are scrunched up and dirty, most likely from how roughly his men handled her. And her breathing is so uneven, she might just pass out.

"I swear I'll never tell a soul—" hic! ",if you just let me go!"

There's two men on each side of her, both practically dragging her through the ground. "We found her out here by herself. She seems to be lost." The one on the left inquires.

Once she's dragged to be met face to face with the lead soldier, he grins.

She's a mess. Forehead so sweaty strands of her hair stick to it. Panting so rapidly, she might use up all the air she has left in her lungs.

The soldier takes one last look at the girl, eyes scanning her over, just to analyze how fit she is to take the role as Sukuna's Queen.

"What do you want for me?! Why– why are you doing this!" the girl begs to know any sort of information. Anything to get a grasp on herself.

No one responds.

She looks to her sides, expecting any kind of answer. But is instead met with the men completely ignoring her.

"She'll do perfectly."

Heavy footsteps echo throughout your head, which by now has been ruined with a horrible headache. Lucky you.

It's hard to tell how long you've been out for. If they've hurt you, or if you've somehow died and awoken in the after life.

The only thing you're sure of is how much pain is coursing through your body. It's to the point you're numb all over and you can barely lift your head up. Barely lift a finger for that matter.

"My lord." A familiar voice rings in your ear and back out. "Your Queen." Another one seems to say in-front of you.

In a desperate attempt to figure out what the hell is happening, you weakly lift your head, blinking a couple of times to regain your focus.

Your vision still remains slightly blurry, but you're only able to make out a set of stairs. Stairs that lead to what seems to be a throne. And in that throne, sits a man.

As you concentrate on this mysterious man, your vision slowly begins to recover.

He has spiky pink hair, long black nails, two eyes on one side, with a plated set of 2 more next to it, and 4 arms? His chiseled shirtless body seems to be tattooed with stripes and dots on each of his shoulders. No, no, this can't be right.

"Bring her here." his voice practically echoes into the air.

Your eyes widen to this sudden command, and you wiggle your arms, attempting to loosen yourself of the men who have you a strict hold over you.

Though it seems to not work, because the men ignore you and continue to their orders. Step by step, the men take you to who appears to be the lead of this whole situation. The man who looks to be the devil himself.

In protest, you kick your feet a little, trying to gain balance and hopefully escape wherever you've been brought to.

But before you can successfully break away, it's too late.

You're met with the horrifying (but somewhat sexy) face of the man who has caused you all of this misery. You scowl at him, which in return earns you a small look of satisfaction.

Disgusting.

His men hold you up to him like a piece of meat, dangling you in-front of his nose as if he was meant to devour you with one swift bite.

His eyes scan up and down your figure. Almost like he's purposely invading your personal space. "Pretty little thing, aren't you?" his words taunt you in a sense you'd never thought you'd feel.

You avert your eyes from his. Turning your head away so he's only in view of your cheek. You're mentally unable to face him.

The prideful moment you had was quickly interrupted. With one swift move of his arm, his hand snatches your chin and snaps you back so you can looking him eye to eye. "Did I say you could look away?" he growls.

His sharp nails press into your skin, making you wince. With how tight his grip is on you, it feels like your skin might tear.

His brows scrunch together lightly as his eyes lock with yours.

"I-"

"Silence." he's quick to cut you off.

Your mouth closes shut almost instantly, and your head drops once he releases you from his grasp. Pathetic.

Everything hurts so much. Your head, your body, and apparently your voice now too.

Small whispers spread around you. From one person to another, you can hear all sorts of comments the strange people are making about you.

If the men holding you up right now were to let go of you, you're sure you would collapse and never get back up again. Fall into an endless abyss and never awaken.

"Take her to the cellar. I shall deal with her later." he orders.

You groan a little when the men tighten their arms around yours. But your vision fades back to nothing as they take you away.

It's been hours.

Hours of crying, screaming, and wishing upon your own death. To end this confusing mess that has somehow been brought upon to you.

You're curled up in the corner of the cell, cold walls and bars keeping you away from whatever source of life might be out there.

It almost pitch black in the haunting cellar. The only things in sight is your arms, which wrap around your legs to pull yourself into a tight ball.

Everything feels dirty. You feel dirty.

Small droplets of damp moisture fall from the ceiling and hit the rough concrete. Your skin is hot, tingling up your bones to the point you might overheat.

Your mouth is dry, deprived from the lack of water you've had in the past week or so.

Before you were captured, you were on the run from home, escaping the endless chains of torment your parents had put you through.

It might have been a stupid decision, especially since you had no where to go at the time, but it had to happen. Your life wasn't meant to be lived like that, and neither was it for this life.

Your eyes close shut, mind struggling to block out the unbearable sound of water meeting cold, hard, ground. It itches down your skin with every fall.

Abruptly, the creak of a wooden door captures your attention quickly. Lifting your head up out of curiosity to see who's there.

"H-Hello..?" You call out, but it seems useless since no one replies anyways. Though you know someone has to be there. The evidence of lingering footsteps tells enough.

Seconds pass by to what seems to be an eternity before the footsteps stop in-front of your cage cell.

Everything, including the man in-front of you, seems so unreal.

He doesn't say anything, just stares down at you as if you were just some dirt on the floor.

"What do you want from me!" You shout at him, but it appears to get you no answer except a irritating frown.

Your teeth are gritted together, and it take everything out of you to not pounce at him. Well, not like you have the strength or energy to do so anyways.

He rests his bottom two arms on his hip, and crosses his other two over his bare chest. "Y'know, you're starting to piss me off."

A moment of silence rests between the two of you before he finally speaks up again.

"What's your name?" it's more of a demand than a question, but you don't care. You don't owe him anything.

And once again, another pass of silence flows by.

He raises a brow, giving you another chance to answer. But, it seems you wont of any use for the time being.

"Name's Sukuna, but you can call me your King."

His words catch you by surprise, lifting your eyes up in a shockingly manner. "W-What..?" you have to confirm what he just said was actually him and not just an imaginary voice in your head.

He let's out a huff, shaking his head to your stupidity. "Do you know why you were brought here?"

Well obviously not, or else you wouldn't have been taken aback to his statement. "No, I don't."

"You were brought here to stand beside me as I rule over this.. kingdom of mine."

And just like that, his words crash and bring down your whole life. Everything you've been through, fought for, and accomplished are all worth nothing. It was all useless.

"No, I refuse–"

A hand slams down on the bars, causing you to flinch. "I don't remember asking how you felt, did I?"

Immediately, you go quiet. The hurtful beating of heart being the only sound audible as he glares down at you from behind the bars.

"Tomorrow shall be the wedding. I'll have my men bring you to me first thing in the morning."

Leaving you no time to protest, question, or even give him a snarky reply, he disappears.

You're left all alone, mind now pounding with how quick this is all happening. You have no say in anything, it seems.

Nothing seems to matter when you feel your eyes flutter close. Too exhausted to reject this rest, you fall asleep.

Thank you for reading! I'll try to have part 2 out as soon as possible (which contains the smut 👀) but I hope you guys enjoyed this so far ^^ Reblogs are also greatly appreciated 💗💗

"tighter baby..."

sub!choso x reader

WARNING: SMUT, riding, choking

a/n: wrote this in like an hour, basically ur choking choso for the first time

divider creds: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! echoes throughout the room as you slam yourself down on choso's hard cock starvingly, desperately trying to bring the two of you to the long awaited orgasms you both yearned for. choso who was sitting up against the bedframe stared at you ravenously, watching you go up and down on his aching dick. your cream covered walls were sucking him in so well.

"feels good doesn't it?" you whisper as Choso whimpers with ecstasy. you chuckle at his reaction and lean into his ear "shhh baby we don't want the neighbors m to complaining again? do we?" you warn as you grind on choso, earning a deep mewl from him. "s-sorry princess feel s-so g-good" choso grunts, beads of sweat drip down his forehead as he holds onto your hips. you continue to ride him impatiently. yet again choso can't help but let out his noises, despite your commands.

you glare at the brunette boy threateningly "I'm sorry baby" he mumbles as he feels your tightness capture his needy cock. "you just feel so good" he whimpers, and as soon as he's about to let out another deep strained mewl, your hands meet his neck, slightly choking him in the process. "try being so loud now love.." you say teasingly. choso couldn't tell what was hotter you riding him for all he has, or your hands around his neck choking him. he could just cum right there and then.

choso mumbles "tighter baby..." as he nears his release, your hands respond with a tighter grip around his neck, your own release creeping up on you. "shit- m' close cho" you gasp, your own hips moving now very sloppily. "fuck- fuck- fuck!" choso cries as you feel the same familiar twitch of his cock, in your cunt. and soon as you feel the hot strings of semen shoot in your cunt, you feel yourself reaching your high. you both let out a loud groan as your cunt leaked with your guy's liquids. your hands still around his neck

"one more time? please princess?"

gojo scribbling on ur face when ur asleep

warnings: fluff, nothing tbh

a/n: I'm gonna make a nsfw or sfw alphabets for characters so please send some requests!!!

synopsis: gojo gets his revenge by drawing on ur face :)

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"baby im not going anywhere, im just going to take a nap." you tell your clingy boyfriend for the millionth time. "don't leave mee! I'll be alone by myself!!" satoru whines as he tugs on your arm. you roll your eyes at him "toru let me sleep!" you wailed while trying to pull his hand off your arm. satoru pouts dramatically "oh so you don't love me anymore?" he exclaims, crossing his arms dramatically. you groan with defeat, "I still love you I just want a nap, goodnight!" you say as you close the bedroom door in his face. Satoru sighs loudly, making sure you could hear him. he wanted to make the situation seem more depressing then it actually was. he was offended, how could you do this to him? he needed a way to get you back. after seconds of thinking he knew exactly how to get you back.

squeeeek! the market drags on your cheek. satoru covers his mouth with his hand, not wanting to wake up because of his laughter. it was all too funny. you see, satoru thought the best way of getting revenge was to draw all over your face with a marker while you were asleep. your face was now decorated with small stars, hearts, and dicks. very mature. poor you, asleep not knowing what was going on, but oh well you shouldn't have left satoru all alone.

satoru pulls his phone out, ready to take a photo and as he clicks the button, a loud SNAPP echoes throughout the room, the flash hitting you right in the eye. his dumbass left his flash and sound on. you wake up confused "w-what is happening? baby why are you here?" you ask very startled and confused, still groggy. satoru begins to answer by saying "so y-" before he busts out laughing loudly. you stare at him, too tired for his bullshit. but then you notice the black sharpie in his hand. then it all clicks to you. "satoru gojo. I swear on my life if you fucking-" you warn while you snatch his phone from his hand and open the camera app. your then greeted with your face. covered in small dick drawings with some hearts and stars. satoru is still dying of laughter, not noticing the way you were tying your hair up, ready to pounce on him. satoru finally stops laughing and looks back at you, only to see you getting ready to beat his ass.

"WAIT NO IM SORRY MY LOVE, STOPP!!"

•|THINGS JJK MEN DO DURING SEX|•

[•~featuring: Satoru, Suguru, Toji, Sukuna~•]

[•~a/n: pt2?? and not proofread ~•]

|| SATORU GOJO || •whimpering•

you were on top of satoru, your plush thighs resting next to his legs as you milked him for everything he was worth. you had been abusing his poor cock for the past hour. slamming yourself up and down up and down rhythmically. you and satoru both lost count on how many times you two have came. all that was going to though satoru's mind right now was the right wetness coating his cock. hoarse whimpers leaving his lips, covering up your own sounds.

satorus whimpers were loud and hoarse. slightly whiney too. always echoing throughout the room. it was probably your favorite part about riding him. hearing all the sweet sounds leave his throat as you continuously crash on him. and satoru wasn't ashamed of it either. he wanted you to know how good you always made him feel.

|| SUGURU GETO || •holding your hips down•

suguru's tongue had you so dumb. it was like it was made just to eat you out. the way it lapped at your clit as he fingered your hole. the pleasure was heavenly. he would suck on your click every now and then, with a loud pop!. his tongue just rubbed on your clit in all the right places as his fingers curved, hitting your g-spot perfectly. making you feel waves of pleasure soon building up as you felt your own release approaching.

you felt your hips squirm and shake, as you felt pleasure building up. suguru looks up at you through your legs. he then brings his rough yet comforting hands on. your hips and hold them in place. holding you back from squirming around. still lapping at your pretty cunt. you feel the waves of pleasure cover your body , stars soon taking over your vision. it made your thighs shake and tremble, suguru only responded with restricting your hips even more. the rough grip he had on you was sure to leave a mark.

|| TOJI FUSHIGURO || •hair pulling•

toji had you on all fours, hands gripping on the sheets for dear life as he pounded into you with full force. your cries only fueled him ever more, occasionally slapping your plump ass to encourage you to be louder. yet you would get so cock drunk. completely ignoring all his requests no actually commands. his only thought was to pull your hair, and make you listen.

he yanks on your hair harshly, your head turning back to look the the black haired man in his cold eyes. oh he was so harsh with you. the ball of hair he had in his fist was definitely bound to leave intense knots. he would pull you up against his chest just by grabbing your hair, the stings of pain only making your cunt wetter. whispering dirty lewd commands in your ears. he loved watching how lost you would get, as he railed you savagely.

|| RYOMEN SUKUNA || •holding your hand•

sukuna had you pinned on the bed, your back getting shoved in the mattress as he folded your legs to your chest. his cocks ramming in and out of your pussy, so aggressively. although the pleasure was great, it was overwhelming. feeling both of his cocks ram into you so quickly. your hands began to start inching closer to his waist, attempting to get sukuna to slow down.

sukuna simply chuckles coldy and grabs both of your wrists and pins them above your head in one swift motion. his large hand being able to hold both of yours. this always made sukuna even more tempted to fuck you so dumb and helpless. seeing how pathetic you were, not even being able to escape his grasp, the size difference between you two, it all just made him hornier by the second.

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perv!choso... who couldn't help but purposely leave stuff on the floor just to watch you bend over. admiring the way your ass would poke out of your shorts, or- even better, whenever your panties would show the more you bent over. he always made sure to leave stuff on the ground

perv!choso... who can't help but stare directly at your tits whenever you wear a low cut shirt. staring right at your cleavage, and with the height difference you two had he could see a clear outline of your tits. imagining how they would look, bouncing up and down as he would thrust into you.

perv!choso...who can't help but imagine you tugging his hair while he eats you out passionately. whenever you play with his hair. the way you would comb your fingers through his long black strands so casually. meanwhile choso just fantasized how hard you would pull on his hair whenever you were close to your orgasm.

perv!choso...who would never admit it, but he has stolen some of your panties before. just so whenever you were gone he could jerk off to them. imagining instead of the fabric of your panties, it was your own gummy wet walls sucking in his cock. the thought of your sweet mewls just made his dick harder and harder.

perv!choso... who couldn't stop daydreaming about painting your walls white as you let out angelic moans. the way your voice would go louder and higher just from his cock railing into you. his favorite was listening to you babble on and on about how close you were.

perv!choso... who went insane just by hearing you say his name. imagining how you would sound calling out for him as he overstimulated you, fingers curling in your warm cunt. the way you would call out his name to get him to slow down or to stop due to the pain which quickly turned into pleasure.

perv!choso... who would pretend to accidentally walk in on you taking a shower, and accidentally seeing your naked body. of course - it was all a lie. he just wanted to see you just to fulfill his fantasies

perv!choso... who would get so horny just from seeing you eating ice cream. imagining it was his cock instead of the ice cold treat. imagining your tongue licking all over his shaft as he helped guide you.

perv!choso who felt extremely guilty for all of it. he felt dirty and wrong for imagining you in such lewd and erotic scenarios and positions. yet it was only because he was so in love with you. he was so obsessed and crazy about you. that's all :)

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