I Love This

I love this😭😭

I know Sukuna is kinda toxic in this but I still want the best for them

Poor girl now I’m curious about how she met Sukuna and that pos ex

FORBIDDEN ADDICTION

Sukuna x Fem Reader

Summary: You were framed. Set up by your ex for something you did not do. The lies he spread managed to wrap you up in a court case, resulting in you losing everything you had once come to love—you lost your entire life as you used to know it. Though you were proven innocent, it did not alter the harsh judgements others had already executed upon you. They outcast you from society; you’re now dwelling in areas they could only imagine in their worst nightmares.

Word count: 3.2k

Contains: Established relationship, slight degrading, fingering, oral sex, throatfucking, light bondage, penetration, creampie, mentions of substances, brief angst, comfort, dealer!sukuna, fem!reader, sukuna is not yuji, both reader + sukuna are in mid-late 20s, alternate universe: no curses

Note: this is the sukuna takeover

Harrowing silence drones as your heels clack against the pavement, the sidewalk illuminated by weak street lights. Life decided to dump the worst period of misfortunate events on you in the span of three weeks, and you are living through the aftermath. Police investigations, termination of your job, being kicked out of your original tenancy, and now forced to live in a rundown area surrounded by high-risk individuals. Your family wants nothing to do with you, nor do your friends—none of this is your fault. You feel like bursting into tears when you wake up every morning; not a thing you have done could equate to you deserving this. There’s nothing you can do—this is how you have to live. The words of deceit others can use against you are the most powerful weapon; you do not need to be armed to destroy another person. Those you trust may not be as innocent as they seem; it’s not the case of who, it’s when. 

Forcing the key into the lock, you launch your purse into the hallway and groan. This house is falling to pieces—the glass in the window shaking from the force you slammed the door shut. The wood is rotting, the paint is peeling from the walls, and you don’t have a bed frame—just a thin mattress on the floor. You storm into the bathroom and toss your clothes into the laundry basket; the pain from painting yourself presentable only to be denied from the job interview has pushed you over the edge. How could the people who know you better than anyone else not take your side? Even if the court has proven you innocent, your reputation will forever remain tainted. Your ex wanted to make you miserable, and he won. Won over the heart of the people who created you, making them toss their own flesh and blood away so carelessly.

Strutting through the halls of the house in your lingerie, you peek out the kitchen window and see the gathering in the backyard—this was nothing uncommon; this is how it works around here. A woman passes you as you make your way up the stairs, jabbing a needle straight into her arm to chase that high she craves. She had a sparse head of hair and bones visible for the eye to see—a long-time heroin addict. While it frightened you at first, you had gotten used to it quickly; she was one of the kinder ladies you are familiar with. You’ve been here for a year, witnessing more concerning scenarios than a few drug addicts lurking around your house. You were lucky enough to bump into a dealer who opened his home to you; he’s been here his entire life, understanding the ins and outs of all residents in the area. He finds the position you’re in amusing—a well-off girl forced out of the big city and into the areas they hide from the likes of civilians like you. The two of you grew close quickly, resulting in a relationship blossoming.

As part of your agreement, you keep this place together. All of the cleaning, cooking, and laundry is your responsibility. You serve to please him—that’s how you keep this roof over your head. A potent smell of cannabis wafts out from the open door, and a whistle catches your attention. You turn around, noticing Sukuna beckoning you over. It took you a month to learn his real name; he goes by a multitude of different nicknames, claiming it’s the best way to keep his identity concealed. His legs are spread wide and he nods his head when you step into the shared bedroom, a motion for you to close the door behind you. He was scruffy-looking with his unshaved stubble and untamed hair; unlike many other men, he’s able to pull off an unkempt look.

“You alright, Princess?” Plumes of smoke exit his mouth as he shifts, thrusting his hips up to reposition himself. Princess was the title given to you due to your background. Compared to him, you lived a life of royalty.

“I didn’t get the job.” You pierce your lips together and sit on his knee, his arm sliding you closer to his torso.

“Told you, didn’t I? You can’t have shit when you live out here—they want us to stay ruined.”

“I just want to go home.” You sniffle, voice wavering while tears leak from your eyes, leaving patches on his hoodie.

“Is this place not enough for you?”

You didn’t answer—he knows more than anything that you aren’t cut out for this lifestyle, but that doesn’t make him sympathise with you. Since you got here, he made it clear you knew that once you stepped into this world, there would be no going back. Specifically, the fact that you not only entered this life of depravity but also his personal space. Your empty tears are worthless, though he continues to comfort you, giving you that sense of security he needs you to keep. Sukuna has big plans for you, whether you agree with the future he has chosen for you is no longer yours to comment on. He provides for you, meaning you rely on him. If you fail to please, you lose the few luxuries you are given; a cruel but useful dynamic—at least in his case.

“If you want a job so bad, I know a guy that does porn. I could hand you over to him—” Noticing the low pitch of his tone, you could sense Sukuna’s mood shifting. He has very little patience, and prodding the wrong nerve is not something you would like to do.

“No! No, I’m fine. It was worth a try, wasn’t it?” You wipe away your tears and gaze up at him, his stoic face possessing the most handsome features you have ever seen. His face was covered in tattoos, much like the rest of his body.

“I think you’re just ungrateful. You have it better than everyone else here, yet you still find a way to complain.” His rough flesh rubs against you while he holds your face in his hand, glaring at you with a blank expression.

“I am grateful, I really am, but—”

“You can’t even put on an act when we have sex; at least pretend you’re enjoying it,” He shoves you off of him and stands up, pulling the skin of his face down while he stands by the window, “I give you everything and you can’t give me anything in return. How useless are you?”

“What?” 

“What? You know you put no effort in. You don’t even open your mouth properly when you give head. I’ve got every right to take you off your birth control; you should be grateful I put you on it in the first place.”

“Why are you arguing with me—”

“Because you’re pissing me off. It’s every day I hear you bitch on about how much you miss your life—you’re fucking living it; how delusional are you? The world doesn’t stop spinning just because you’re unhappy. You made mistakes, shouldn’t have dated that asshole, and now you have to live through the consequences of your actions.” He yells, causing you to flinch. His tone frightens you; he hardly ever bothers to raise his voice unless you persistently step out of line.

“You know I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Tough shit; my opinion doesn’t matter anyway. It never has.”

“I didn’t mean to upset you—”

“You knew what you were saying; don’t pull that card. I know I can’t give you everything, but I’m giving you what I have. Do you know how much that takes for someone like me?”

“I’m sorry,” You mutter, lip quivering as you glance at him, your pretty face moulded with a pitiful frown.

“Do you know how lucky you are that I’m the person who took you in? Any other man around here would have sold you off for some extra cash,” He tosses the roach of his joint out the window and strides back over to you, trapping you in his full embrace, “I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you, baby. You know better than to say things like that. I do everything for you to live comfortably. I know this place isn’t exactly a dream, but I can’t do anything about that.”

“Don’t cry, come on,” He lies down flat and positions you on his chest, firmly holding your hand in his, “There’s a reason I chose to keep you. You’re the smartest girl I know; you’ve cut me a lot of slack—I appreciate that.”

“That’s because every other woman around here is a brainless drug addict that you profit off; they’d sleep with you if they knew they could get anything for free.”

“Doesn’t matter. They choose to put these drugs into their system; I’m just providing it to them. Women like that have never been my type; I like them like you.”

His hand rubs up and down your back, a poor effort to console you through your sobs. After a while, your eyes grow dry; you remain on top of him, intently listening to the thumps of his heartbeat. It remained silent until you began to stir, sitting up abruptly to stretch your exhausted body.

“I thought you looked stunning today. I would’ve given you the job if I were your interviewer.” His index finger traces circles on your palm; Sukuna’s way of apologising is by not saying the words but finding an alternative which had the same effect.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your mood, Sukuna. I’m glad I have you; it’s a relief to not go through this alone—I appreciate what you have done for me.”

“I’ll always be here. Won’t forget about me if you make it back to the city, will you?”

“I’d take you with me.”

“Look at you, sweet-talking me,” He drags you down and connects his lips with yours, luring you in with his passion, “Can’t leave me behind; looks like someone got attached.”

“Are you not going to deny it?” He grins, revealing his snaggletooth. He looks sinister in a desirable way, a forbidden guilty pleasure.

With his filthy words laced in a silvery tone, you grew flustered quickly. Sukuna may not be financially well-off, but he is rich in experience. His hands drift down down your body, brushing over the outline of the design on your panties. Before you know it, he slips his fingers under the material and comes in contact with your increasingly soaked cunt. He has you in his hand, his puppet; you whine as he relentlessly toys with your clit, his thumb brash with its rough motions. 

“You should be ashamed. Do you get off when I talk down on you?” He slips one finger in your hole—an easy entrance. You shake your head and he cackles—a lie the oblivious would catch onto, “Only a whore could get herself that wet before being touched; maybe you do belong here.”

Since one finger has no impact, he slips a second one in and curls them inside, forcing them deeper and sensing your walls tighten around him. You could no longer deny your arousal when the obscene sounds of your cunt were all you could hear—even your own body has betrayed you. Sukuna was ruthless; the force at which his fingers were fucking you was to his liking, ignoring the pleas and whimpers you murmur between moans. 

“I truly have never met anyone as pathetic as you. You whine about your old life, refuse to make changes, but stay to flaunt your tits and give your pussy away to a felon,” Sukuna lowers himself, his moistened lips pressed against your neck, “You’ve never had any self-respect.”

Sliding his fingers out, he shoves them into your mouth, expecting you to clean your slick off of him. You could taste yourself on your tongue—a flavour you aren’t familiar with. He was treating you with no regard, vigorously manoeuvring you into a new position while he pulled down his pants. Since you weren’t moving at his speed, you were dragged down to your knees, legs colliding with the wooden floorboards.

“You’re going to open your mouth properly for me this time, aren’t you?” He digs his hand into your hair, bunching up enough of it to get a firm grip. You nod while he pulls his dick from his boxers, rubbing the tip against your lips, “Nice and wide.”

Preparing yourself mentally, you slowly unhinge your jaw before he forces your head down, pushing his entire length to the back of your throat. Your initial reaction was to pull away, but he held you there while you clung to his thighs. You made your first mistake by letting him get his way, abusing the privilege of bobbing your head recklessly. It was becoming hard to breathe, your eyes welling with tears as you struggled to take him. A knock on the bedroom door catches his attention, grunting before he calls out.

“Who is it?” Sukuna didn’t think to give you a break, he instead continued to throatfuck any thoughts out of your brain, wiping your mind clean. 

“I need my fix.” The unfamiliar voice grovelled, attempting to rattle the door handle open.

“Kenjaku is—” Sukuna bites his tongue, attempting to suppress his groan, “—In the backyard. I’m busy.”

“He doesn’t have what I need.”

“He will if you ask; he’ll get it for you. Doesn’t take much to—” Sukuna curses and pulls your head back, watching the strings of saliva spill out your mouth. Your lips are swollen, cheeks drenched from tears, all while his cum rests on your tongue.

The presence at the door no longer remains and Sukuna continues stroking his dick, allowing the last drops of cum into your mouth. With that look on his face, you knew exactly what he was telling you to do. You closed your mouth and swallowed, then stuck your tongue to show him it was gone. This is a routine experience; you know the exact procedure he likes to maintain.

“It’s much better for both of us when you open your mouth properly, isn’t it?” He hoists you up and you nod, slung into his arms bridal style as your body plummets onto the mattress, “Get on your stomach.”

Rummaging around the floor, Sukuna finds his belt and binds your wrists together, minimising your freedom to move as you please. You have no support in this position, your face shoved into the pillow with one hand crushing your skull flat. Sliding inside of you with little time to waste, he begins his thrusts hard, exerting as much force as he can to earn a squeal from you. Repeating it several times, he finds the spot which allows him to continue at ease, your cunt welcoming him as he pushes deeper inside. His fingers were pitching your skin from how roughly he was holding your hips, the occasional slaps of your ass not helping distinguish between pleasure and pain.

Before he pulls out, he plants kisses down the centre of your spin, undoing your bound wrists. He rests his back against the wall and carts you on top of him, lining his tip with your entrance. You slide your hands under his hoodie, patting around his abdomen, attempting to peel it off of him. Noticing your struggle, he removes it himself and places it aside, now shirtless as you snuggle your face into the crook of his neck. Sukuna knew this was one of your favourite positions; you ramble on about how close it makes you feel to him all the time. This is something he rarely gives to you; he finds himself coming to enjoy it too.

“Look at me; I want to see that beautiful face,” He scratches the side of your neck as he slowly inched his way inside your sopping hole. You struggle to find the strength to push yourself up, but you manage it with his assistance, “You’re doing so well today. Fucking soaking, you know I love it when you get like that.”

“I never meant to hurt your feelings; I know you’re innocent. My angel has never done a single thing wrong,” The hand cupping your cheek makes it feel as though you’re melting into his palm, his touch delicate unlike the way he’s fucking you, “I’d kill that bastard myself for the way he spoke about you.”

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing. Didn’t know how to make you cum and treated you like shit either way,” Sukuna cackles, his heavy breathing fanning across your face, “If you’re going to be an asshole at least fuck your girl properly. Right?”

“His dick was too small—” You bite your lip and whine as he grinds your hips, his tip massaging your g-spot, “—And he was ugly.” Sukuna releases an amused huff and plasters your face with pecks, soothing you as loud moans spill from your mouth.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Cum leaks from Sukuna’s tip, doing his best to last longer before his orgasm reaches its peak. The way your walls had tightened as you unleashed your orgasm didn’t help him, his grunts filling your ear.

“Yes, ‘feels really good.” You mutter, beginning to slur your words as your eyes close over—body already overstimulated.

That was enough to cause the coil in Sukuna’s core to snap, his cum now spurting out, claiming you internally as he does externally. You slump onto his sweaty chest and his arms wrap around you, keeping his dick inside you for a while longer as you both come down from the high. His chest was heaving, and your legs were aching from the extended period you were held in certain ways.

“I’ll get us out of here one day. I know you hate it,” Sukuna’s voice comes across more mellow than it usually is, passing the warm intent he intends to convey, “Move out of this state, leave all this behind. Get a nice house, get married, have a few kids. Everything you should’ve had.”

“I hope he regrets everything he’s ever done to me, Sukuna.” You sniffle, eyes locked as he slides the strap to your bra back up.

“He will. Do you think he’ll ever be happy?” Sukuna slides off of the mattress, catching a glimpse of the mixture of cum pouring out of your cunt, dripping down your inner thigh, “I think he’ll be miserable.”

“He took nearly all of my money—the money that I earned. He’ll never amount to anything without me.” 

Grabbing a towel from the chest of drawers, he wipes you clean and pulls your panties back up. You continue to rant about how you pray for your ex’s downfall; meanwhile, he is too focused on getting you comfortable. While you’re rambling on, you lift your arms up without thinking and his hoodie covers you up, snapping you back from your hateful rant.

“What would you like?” Sukuna rummages through the pockets of his pants, hurling his phone into your hands.

“What do you mean?”

“Is there anything you want to buy?” He hums, putting on a clean shirt while dressing himself properly.

“Maybe a new pair of heels.” You beam, unlocking his phone and opening straight up to the browser.

“Find yourself some and show me. Do you want to say hello to everyone downstairs?” 

“Not really.” You poke your tongue out slightly as you sift through pages of shoes, now in your own world.

“I’ll be back up soon; I’ll buy you a little something extra tomorrow too.” 

I wanna read this sooo badly I’m ready

toji & shiu ❤︎‬ darling . . teaser .ᐟ

it’s not easy being shared between toji and shiu. both men are so headstrong and insistent , you barely get a minute to yourself when surrounded by the two men. having being toji’s girlfriend, you were used to it. but of course, he’d let his best friend shiu get a piece of you; their sweet darling.

toji likes . . pestering and teasing you. he thinks it’s adorable, especially during sex. he loves making you ask and beg, just to say no. he entertains himself this way, watching you pout and whine for him, for more; which you know you’d always get anyway. he likes messing with you in the moment , but is always sure to help his pretty baby finish off until she’s unable to form coherent thoughts. he’s too much !

shiu likes . . cherishing and praising you. he’s not much different from toji though, as he loves messing with you just as much as his friend does. it’s why they’re best buddies in the first place! but shiu is much sweeter, so handsy (which toji hates) but he lets it slide, because he thinks it’s hot anyways. king of talking you through it , anything really. he loves ‘his’ pretty baby all dumbed out and sensitive just from his words and teasing touches, just like toji. ♡

so you bet when they get to put their hands on you together , you’re in for soo much more than you can handle. but it’s okay, because toji trained you and your cunny for it , for them both , and you couldn’t thank him enough . ♡

full fic coming soon . . !

Oh my 🫣

This is gonna make me act up

He’s just so finnneeeeee😭

Coming Down pt.1

summary: you seduce your exes drug dealer and your pussy takes a beating for it

pairing: drug dealer sukuna x fem reader

content MDNI: drugs, vaginal sex, slight foot fetish, car sex, mating press, squirting, dacryphilia, fingering, spitting, degradation, overstimulation, unprotected sex

listen to coming down by The Weeknd.

You stare at your phone, scrolling through his insta. He’s so sexy, you want to sink your teeth into him. You were bored, scrolling through your exes following to see who he follows, you didn’t mean to stumble upon his fucking drug dealer but you did.

You bite your lip at the video of him lifting weights, the video has over 3,000 likes and so many thirsty fucking comments. His followers at 6,000 with a following of twenty five, your ex being one of the people he follows.

You scroll some more to a picture of him flicking off the camera, bottom lip between his teeth. Yeah you have to have him.

You view his story, videos of weed and him listing prices, then a picture of his little brother sitting on his shoulders as he takes a picture of them in the mirror. It’s so fucking cute, you send a like.

Part one of your plan is complete, now you take a few pictures. You take a mirror pic of you in nothing but some spiderman pajama shorts and a little white tank top, the hem just above your belly button.

You bite the tip of your finger with your glasses perched on your nose and post it. Then you take a picture of your feet, your toes with fresh acrylic and french tips, diamond anklet sitting against your ankle.

Like a moth to a flame, he views your story. Much to your disappointment, he doesn’t like the posts so you move to phase three.

You don’t smoke, nor do you know shit about weed really but you fake it till you make it and send a dm.

@/y/n.l/n: can I buy off you?

@/kunaitadori: sure, what you want

@/y/n.l/n: weed…

@/kunaitadori: yeah no shit, but like how much

@/y/n.l/n: enough to smoke?

@/kunaitadori: are you a fed?

@/y/n.l/n: 😐do I look like a fed?

@/kunaitadori: nah but you sure as fuck talk like one

@/y/n.l/n: listen mr.weedman, I’m just a girl.

@/kunaitadori: you’re actually my worst customer

@/y/n.l/n: k, so where can I pick it up?

@/kunaitadori: I’ll sell you an eighth, meet me behind the mall on Morioka. Bring ¥3,886.86 ($25)

@/y/n.l/n: k girl, I can be there in ten minutes.

He simply sends a thumbs up on the text and you smile. You spray some perfume, pull your hair from its braid and put on some sandals.

It takes you ten minutes to get there, the parking lots dead and empty. Your fingers tap the steering wheel, humming along to the music playing. You check your phone but he hasn’t said anything else.

You freeze when you see headlights, they shine on you until they’re being turned off and you can make out the white Scat Pack pulling up. He just knows it you from the pink car detailing down to the Sanrio stickers.

You turn your car off and open the door, slowly walking up to him and he rolls down the window. Your stomach does flips, he’s so hot. He holds up a small plastic bag with what you guess is weed. You frown looking at it.

“How am I suppose to smoke that?” You ask and he looks at you like you’re an idiot.

“You roll it…”.

“Won’t it just crumble?” you asks and he actually thinks you’re the dumbest person he’s encountered. He’s torn between laughing at you and just outright telling you you’re stupid.

“Get in,” he says and you internally smile to yourself as you walk around to the passenger side and climb in.

The car smells so fucking good, like him with hints of weed and the black ice air freshener that hangs from the rear view mirror. Your hands are in your lap as he pulls out rolling paper. You watch him set the weed inside of it.

“You should probably try cones, they’re basically pre rolled. You just gotta put the weed inside and close the end” he says, you really don’t give a fuck, you’re too focused on his fingers as they roll it up, eyes moving to his tongue when he starts licking up the sides. Your thighs squeeze together.

“Do they come in pink?” you ask.

“Yeah, does it matter though?” He asks.

“Well if I’m gonna smoke, I want to at least look cute doing it,” you say. He’s actually baffled by you but he ignores it so he can ask you the one question that’s been nagging at him.

“Have we met before? You look so familiar,” he says, there’s a possibility you have from when Geto was your boyfriend but you don’t recall. You find it hard to believe not being able to recall someone this sexy but you were a loyal girlfriend.

“Don’t think so,” you hum as he rolls down the windows and lights the blunt. He takes the first hit since he did all the work, then passes it to you.

You stare at it awkwardly, before putting it to your lips and start to smoke it the way you would a cigarette. He shakes his head at you and chuckles, you’re so fucking amusing.

“You gotta inhale that shit and hold it then exhale,” he says and you nod, giving it another try. You inhale way too fucking much and start choking.

Once you stop coughing, he grabs the blunt from you, making you watch him. He inhales for a few seconds and holds it, his fingers grasp your chin and he leans over.

You think he’s going to kiss you as you open your mouth but his lips ghost over your, blowing smoke into your mouth.

“Swallow” he says and you do.

Not even God can pull you out of this car till you fuck this man.

He blows out several rings of smoke, before you give it another shot. You finally start to get the hang of it and decide to be bold, you climb into his lap.

He doesn’t stop you either, as you inhale and hold it. Your lips ghost over his and you blow into his mouth, he blows it out and against your lips. You beam at him feeling proud of yourself. You crush it against the ashtray in the cup holder and look up at him innocently.

“Thank you, mr. weedman,” you say sweetly, grabbing his large veiny hands and moving them to slide down the curves of your ass.

You feel how hard he’s getting underneath you, eyes glued to you and that sweet fucking smile. You slowly grind against him, arms wrapping lazily around him. Your fingers playing with the pink hair at the nape of his neck.

He leans down to kiss you but you stop him, putting a finger against his lips and shaking your head. Your fingers reach for the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and his arms move so you can pull it off him.

He tosses it and your palms flatten against his abs, taking in the tattoos that litter his arms and abdomen. You feel his muscles contract under your touch and your pussy flutters.

You lean over him till your lips are against his neck and you press little kisses until your tongue starts licking at the skin and then blow on it.

His hands squeeze your ass, indicating he likes it. You start sucking on the skin and licking it in repetition till there’s little red marks forming.

You sit-up on him till you’re hovering over him, your tongue licks the curves of his lips before he opens them and your mouth greedily devours his.

Your tongues brush roughly as you grind against his abdomen, desperate for his touch but you want this to be memorable. You want him to go home with nothing but you on his mind.

Your lips leave his and you spit into his mouth, a string of salvia connecting you two until he greedily swallows and slams his lips against yours.

He crushes you against him, arms leaving your ass and engulfing you. He’s shoving you down against the bulge in his pants and you moan.

“So fucking slutty,” he grunts, and it does something to you. His arms loosen so he can lift your tank top up. He quickly unhooks your bra and groans at the sight of your tits, silver metal bars screwed into a star around each nipple.

Thumbs graze over each and you shudder. He leans down and sucks on one while his hand squeezes your other.

You moan feeling his tongue graze your nipple before he sucks it like he’s depraved and then he moves to the other one. His tongue drags across your tits and he starts sucking into the soft flesh returning the hickies you left him.

He pulls away and looks at you with a serious expression, hands moving to grip your waist.

“If we don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you,” he says and you lean over him, lips pressed against his ear.

“So fuck me,” you whisper before your tongue drags up the tip of his ear.

“Get in the back,” he says patting your ass and you grin, lifting up and climbing over the center console. You feel a sharp slap to your ass as you climb into the back.

He leaves the car and opens the back door, climbing in. It’s slightly cramped but you’re not leaving till he thoroughly fucks you. When you want something you get it.

His palm flattens against your belly and he pushes you back gently. He’s kneeled between your bent legs, his fingers hook onto the waist band of your little shorts and tug them off with your panties.

You’re naked underneath him and he wishes he could see you, it’s too dark streetlights barely illuminating your silhouettes. He tosses them to the front and you hiss feeling his fingers touch your cunt, you’re fucking soaked.

“So fucking wet,”he breathes his thumb pressing against your clit and he starts rubbing it. You moan feeling that flutter from the lazy strokes he gives until he pushes a finger inside of you.

“More” you whine and he fucks another one into you. His strokes are slow but deep, feeling the soft walls of your pussy clamp against them. He curves them and you cry out, squeezing your tits in frustration when he touches that one spot.

“So fucking desperate, it’s pathetic,” he says and his fingers slam into you. Your toes curl as his fingers pummel into you at inhuman speed, the sounds of your cunt filling the car. Little drops spray out and it makes him feral.

His fingers fuck you until you’re squirting all over them, cum dripping down his wrist and your leg lifts, foot pressing into his shoulder and he grabs it.

His tongue licks at your toes, before sucking on them while his fingers drill into you, till you’re spraying the leather seats again. You sigh when he pulls out of you, your body’s exhausted as he presses kisses to the arch of your foot and licks at the skin before setting it down.

You hear his belt buckle and get wetter. He’s sliding his pants and boxers down, till his cock springs free. Its fucking hard and angry in his hands as he glides it up and down your folds. You cry at the sensitivity, beads of pre cum mixing with your squirt.

He circles your clit with the tip repeatedly, and your hips grind up desperate to take him inside you.

“Gonna let me fuck the filth outta you?,” he asks and you nod desperately.

“Please,” you beg feeling his cock slap your pussy and you moan.

“This pussy’s gonna take a beating,” he says making your nipples painfully harder and you inhale when you feel his tip line up at your enterance. He’s not sweet or gentle when he rams into you, you cry from the pain and the pleasure.

“So fucking tight, she needs a hard nasty fuck,” he says still pushing inside of you. Your eyes cross, feeling him stretch you out.

You feel so full, the pleasure shooting to your clit. You need him to live inside of you, this feelings too good, too overwhelming, you bite into your arm and he pulls out.

You full on sob when he rams back into you, his cock bullies into your cervix like he wants to break you.

He’s gripping your thighs and folding your legs back till they’re against your chest and you scream at this new angle as he drills into you, his skin slapping against yours and the squelching of your sopping cunt has your eyes bawling.

You’re drooling at this point, mentally checking out as he fucks into you, uses you, destroys you. His grunts sending tremors through you as you stare at your anklet dangling over his shoulder.

“Sweetest” thrust. “Fucking” thrust. “Pussy” thrust.

He slides your legs back down and pulls out his phone.

“Gonna show everyone how slutty you are, how sweet this pussy is, swallowing me like a filthy fucking slut,” he says and you let him.

The flash turns on and he grows harder at the sight of your body, sweaty skin and the way his cock ruts into your drenched pussy.

“You like being fucked stupid?” He asks , the camera on your face and you nod with tears in your eyes. He moves it down to where your bodies connect and you sit up.

The sight of him fucking into you makes you lose it and you cry out, letting go. Tremors rack through you and you convulse around him, squirting everywhere.

“Fucking crybaby,” he says beating into you like he said he would, your head slamming into the door with each thrust.

He doesn’t give a fuck when your hands fly down trying to push him off from the overstimulation. His hand presses down on your stomach feeling your pussy clamp against him.

“Why are you crying, you asked for it,” he grunts leaning down and licking up the tears flowing down your cheeks. You repeatedly convulse around him, liquid being fucked straight out of you. Your body aches, you’re drenched in sweat, your hairs a mess and your glasses are crooked. He thumbs your clit and slaps it.

“You think this nasty pussys had enough?” He asks and you nod biting your lip. You think you’ll die if he forces another orgasm out of you.

He stops recording and throws his phone to the floor before he leans down and kisses your lips.

“You’re being such a good girl, letting me fuck you senseless, but I need you to cum one more time, baby,” he says and you cry, his thumb attacks your clit until you’re practically seizing around him, clenching down on him and being drained of whatever’s left inside you, he grunts and his head falls back, blowing his load inside of you.

The last thing you feel is him painting your pussy white before you black out.

You feel gentle tapping against your cheek and your eyes open, it takes a few minutes to remember what happened as you sit up.

“You okay?” He asks and you nod. You hiss touching the top of your head, it hurts and so does your neck. He grabs your face and puts his flash on making sure you’re not concussed.

“I’m sorry,” you say and his brows furrow.

“Your seats,” you say staring down at the seats drenched in your bodily fluids and feeling the cum that’s dripping from your pussy.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it,” he says grabbing your clothes. He slides your shorts up your legs and then with your help, puts your bra on you followed by your tank top.

You wait for the post nut clarity to hit but it doesn’t come, in fact something much worse does. You like him.

You watch him put his clothes on and you both get out the car.

You pull your money from your pocket and hand it to him, he chuckles shaking his head.

“On the house,” he says making you nod and he hands you the rest of your weed but you shake your head.

“I got what I came for, and it wasn’t the weed,” you say standing on your toes to lick at the skin of his neck before you pull away and walk to your car.

You let out a relieved sigh once you get in, in desperate need of a hot bubble bath. Your body’s sore and undoubtedly bruised but you’ve never been fucked like that before, never been so degraded or overstimulated. You can still feel him inside of you, his lips on yours, his hands all over your body.

And when you’re finally home after a much needed bath and in a fresh set of pjs you unlock your phone to several notifications.

kunaitadori started following you

the ONLY girl he follows

your breathing hitches and even more so when you see he’s liked every single one of your twenty three posts.

cute he comments on a picture of you dressed as Lola bunny from space jam last Halloween.

you open your dms to see he’s sent a picture so you open it and laugh at the sight of him holding your panties up to the camera.

@/y/n.l/n: I’d like those back

@/kunaitadori: nah, I’ll keep them

@/y/n.l/n: perv

@/kunaitaori: crybaby

you grin at the phone, flip onto your stomach, pulling your shorts down before taking a pic of your ass in white lace and sending it to him.

@/y/n.l/n: I have more

@/kunaitadori: I want those too

@/y/n.l/n: night perv

@/kunaitadori: night squirt

Your face bruns red and you lock your phone.

I fear I’m becoming a sukuna writer. Gojo baby I’m sorry! Pt.2 coming (once again I’ve been convinced)

Oh my fucking god I love this

Like fuck I want a cow and bull hybrid now

That would prolly fuck up my life because wouldn’t ever want to leave them alone but I don’t care I needs them

NSFW

So hybrid bulls and cows are actually separate species in MY fantasy world, not male and female.

So you work on a farm specializing in male cows and bulls, the only woman that’s allowed there due to… how the hybrids behave around any females.

You milk them… but not in the normal way. As the only woman on the farm, you’re the only one they’ll allow to milk their cocks. They produce a special semen that’s a milk alternative, and very yummy!

The cow’s are fine enough, following you around and nuzzling into you, wanting cuddles and extra attention when you’re milking them… they behave so well, blushing and mooing softly, gently moving their hips against your hand as you milk their cocks dry.

The bulls however… are a different story. They’re very territorial and protective over the cow hybrids, who they’ve formed a friendship with. They don’t like most people, and tend to be loners that only come around when it’s milking time.

But your pay is upgraded when the farm owners notice that the bulls have started warming up to you, even starting to treat you like a heifer, keeping you safe and guarding you from the other employees.

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone but you when the bulls started being a bit… too handsy with you. They viewed you as a heifer now… but you were so small compared to any female cow they’d ever seen. A runt, stunted, maybe…

But you had that chubby tummy and plush hips, those plump breasts that would look so pretty full of milk…

Within a month of starting work, you find yourself being bent over by one of the bulls, the cows mooing in distress and trying to comfort you as a fat cock enters your cunt.

“D-don’t be rough with her! She’s little!” one of the cows protests, stroking your hair and cooing softly to you. The bull huffs, hot air hitting the back of your neck as he fucks into you.

“Being as gentle as possible… little thing, couldn’t take me being rough even if I wanted to be…”

Your cunt was stuffed full with cum, several bulls mounting you until you were a blubbering mess. Once the bulls were done, you were surrounded by cows, getting kisses and snuggles… but they wanted to mate as well…

They pressed down on your belly, cum pooling between your legs as they cooed and gently fucked their own seed into you. By the end of the work day, you were spent, curled up in the hay with several cow hybrids as the bulls guarded the door.

You were payed handsomely for your efforts, and offered an even bigger paycheck to let them mount you at least once a week to let out their sexual frustrations.

They became more territorial around you, but when you weren’t in the picture, the bulls were much calmer and didn’t attack anyone that brought out food or came to give them check ups.

And when you became pregnant… well… let’s just say you were tucked away in the barn, living there with the cows and bulls as your belly grew heavy and swollen.

The cows tended to you, making sure you received all the human comforts you wanted along with their endless affections, and the bulls kept you safe.

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A/N: omg… ask me more about this concept because… I’m in love

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I love Kakashi sooo much

He’s such a good man I didn’t even know there was hate around him like that

A reminder that the first thing Kakashi did after getting revived was looking for Naruto

This man here, literally just came back from death, chakra depleted and all and he only had one thought on his mind "finding and helping his kid" and as tired as he ought to be, he carried him on his back all the way to the village

Recalling Naruto's words when they first met, acknowledging and being proud of him that he achieved his dreams and telling him not once.. but twice that he did such a good job.

And still some ppl accuse this man of being a bad sensei!!

Edit: before you think about leaving another negative comment or reblog we already discussed why Kakashi is not a bad Sensei and replied to everything you're probably going to say here.

I’m absolutely in love~

My lovely Satoru and Suguru are so sweet and it would be hard to resist having another cub with them

It’s makes me wonder if their kids will be treated like just pets like Satoru and Suguru by people or if they’re treated like people

Tw: pregnancy, talk of babies/kids, fluffy fluffy stuff!! Smut, breeding kink, lactation kink, hybrid satosugu can't keep their hands to themselves😭, fem!chubby!reader as usual, reader is a mama now♡

It's two months later after their first heat that you start to realize you're pregnant..

Every morning turns into running to the bathroom, throwing up and crying over the toilet bowl as your leopards lounge in your bed, unaware and passed out. You were almost angry with them, after all, they put you here. But it's your fault too for allowing it. Having kids was always on your list to do once you got older, had more money, etc. But, it is what it is, and honestly having 2 men to call your partners might make it much more bearable in the long run.

When you announce your pregnancy to the boys, they both are ecstatic. Satoru is running around the house, having a sudden case of the zoomies, and Suguru is just standing there, smiling so hard you think his face is gonna be stuck in that position. They're both dive-bombing you into cuddles, so happy and purring with both of them rubbing your belly and trying to talk to it regardless of you telling them it's way too early for the baby to even start moving around in there. They don't care, they're still gonna try.

With your kitty boys having their mate pregnant, you weren't allowed to do basically anything without the boys either accompanying you or just doing it for you. They didn't let you lift a finger your entire pregnancy and postpartum, always catering to everything you needed: weird pregnancy cravings at 4 in the morning? They're on it immediately. Need your aching feet rubbed and back massaged? Suguru is already getting the calming lavender oil to lather on you and get to massaging. Waking up at 2 in the morning needing dick like it's oxygen? Both of them are immediately taking your clothes off, one eating your pussy while the other is playing with your sore, leaking tits and humping into you. Speaking of your breasts, once you started lactating, all of their self restraint left out the window. If you thought they were attached before, oh BOY this was an entirely different level. Anytime you whined about your sore tits to them, their pupils would immediately be blown out, taking their fingers to pull down your top and each one latching onto your sore buds. Especially Satoru, he was already attached to your bosom, but now that you're leaking milk? Fuck, he's in heaven. He's always pawing at your heavy breasts, whining and asking if he could have a taste. Suguru has grown a strong attachment to them as well, making it a habit of relieving your tender breasts every night by rubbing your nipples and massaging them with oils to soothe them, leaning in to suck on them afterwards and nearly cumming in his pants from your delicious taste.

You end up giving birth in early spring, having a pair of twin boys. Two little snow leopard cubs, but one with Satoru's snowy hair and the other one having Suguru's raven locks. Once they're born, Satoru doesn't hesitate to beam with pride that his hybrid genes stuck better than Suguru's, tail flicking when he sees both of his boys inherited the snow leopard's traits. Suguru isn't real excited at Satoru's disgusting pride, but all that mattered to him was that the boys were healthy and okay, and that mama was okay as well.

As the cubs grow, they're both equally like their fathers. Haru, the white haired twin, is eerily like Suguru with his calm demeanor and easy natured attitude, while Yuki was far more mischievous and chaotic, despite having Suguru's dark locks. Being a mother came naturally, luckily. The boys were extremely attached to you, often cuddling up into your chest while they purr and cuddle together for warmth. Haru was especially more clingy, always trying to follow you everywhere and holding onto your hand at all times. Suguru and Satoru were absolutely in love with the boys, always play fighting with them, grooming them, and taking them out to play as often as they could. Suguru was the more mature dad out of the 2, using proper reasoning and making sure to keep the boys in line and not be too chaotic. Satoru, however, wasn't the same. He was actually often the reason the boys were acting up, especially Yuki since he was Satoru's twin personality-wise. But Satoru was practically an overgrown child anyways, so it made sense.

At nighttime, you were even more smothered than you were before. Now, not only do you have 2 giant leopard men snuggled into you, but now you have 2 little cubs that need to sleep with mama nearly every night. Suguru will often curl the boys up to his chest, purring and grooming at their hair to lull them to sleep. Satoru will end up rolling on top of you by the time the sun comes up, and either Haru or Yuki ends up in Satoru's big arms, holding them like a small teddy bear. It's crowded, sure, but your bed is crowded with love at least.

Whenever the boys end up going over to their neighbor's house to play with their kids, though, you are not safe from your two incredibly horny, pent up husbands...

Suguru is busy plowing into your cunt in a mating press, moaning at how tight and warm you were, acting like he's never been inside you ever, and Satoru is fucking your mouth with his hands gripping onto your head for dear life as he growls. Both of the men are singing your praises the entire time, groaning about how beautiful you are, how much they love your body, and how good you feel on their aching cocks. "Fuck mama, feels so good, you're completely suckin' me in, ah-! " Suguru moans into your chest, thrusting his hips deeper and deeper into you, fat tip kissing your cervix with each movement. Fuck, you forgot how good sex felt with the two men. Being a mom now, spicy time between you and your men was few and far between, but when you did get the opportunity, they definitely did not disappoint. Satoru thrusts a few more times into your mouth before stilling his hips and letting out breathy, whiny moans of your name, coating your mouth with his thick globs of cum. He's back to purring after his orgasm, petting your head as his sapphire eyes look down at you with completely blown out pupils. Suguru isn't far behind, pushing your legs up and turning his thrusts into brutal attacks against your cunt, growling as his canines shine in the light. "Gonna breed you again, gonna give you another cub..gotta make sure you take all my cum, bunny...a-ahg-!!" He bites into your lower neck, groaning as he finally stuffs you full of his seed, already leaking out from all of the pent up cum he's had stored for you. You mewl, sweating and already completely fucked out. As you reach over to grab a pillow, you're stopped by Satoru purring and dragging your hips back into him. "Where you think you're going, pretty girl? Gotta breed you too, can't let him put a baby in you before me, hehe~" On second thought, maybe the boys coming home wouldn't be too bad.....

It's 6 months later when you find out you're pregnant again, this time having a baby girl in your tummy. Suguru senses it before you do, this time, coming into your room to lay and cuddle with you in the sun when he stops, ears flicking and coming over to sniff at you. "Sugu? Do I stink or something?" He smiles, shaking his head. "You're carrying my baby this time." He picks you up, rubbing his face against your face as he purrs in utter happiness that his mate is carrying yet another one of their babies.

And he isn't wrong, 3 months later you pop out a baby girl with hair darker than the night sky, big fluffy black ears accompanying her head. Suguru's elated, letting happy tears slip out at it being your cub this time inheriting his genes. As Nika grows, it's pretty obvious she's a daddy's girl. Always following Suguru, her tiny chunky hand wrapped around his pinky. She's also very in love with Satoru, her other father. She loves to sit on Satoru's shoulders, chewing on his big fluffy ears and play growling when he reaches up to pinch her cute chubby cheeks. Haru and Yuki are obsessed with their baby sister, often showing her off to the neighbor's kids at the park, proudly proclaiming how cute their baby sister was. They're even more protective of her than her daddies, both of the twins on either side of her holding her hand and growling at strangers in the market. One early morning, you get up to begin breakfast, and you find that your sons are happily in your bed cuddled up together, but Suguru and Satoru were not there. Confused, you walk around the house, checking each room, till you enter the living room and find your two leopard husbands fast asleep with Nika curled up into a ball between the two, her tail intertwined with Satoru's as Suguru's hand is protectively draped over Nika's tiny body...it's so cute, you can't bring yourself to wake them, just smiling and walking back into the kitchen to begin a breakfast for your happy little hybrid family♡

A few years later, when the twins are 6 and Nika is 5, Satoru and Suguru are begging to put yet another cub in your belly...they're absolutely insane to want yet another chaotic little cub to add into your household, but Nika's been wanting a baby sibling for a while....

Why not go through another breeding session to fulfill their wish?

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