Hello! I Hope You Are Doing Well ^^ Can I Request For Sanzu Haruchiyo With A Chubby Reader Where Reader

Hello! I hope you are doing well ^^ Can I request for Sanzu Haruchiyo with a chubby reader where reader wants to try Ab riding but is too shy to tell him about this.

COME ALONG FOR A RIDE

SANZU HARUCHIYO X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── slight body insecurities, bonten sanzu, drugs, guns, smut, abs riding.

notes. i'm sorry it took a long for me to finish this. hope you like it. thank you!

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ you've been thinking about it a lot but never brought it up afraid of what he may think but sanzu is more than pleased to give what you desire.

“i can't give what you need pretty girl if you won't speak.” the scars in the corner of his lips animatedly move as it turned to one of his signature smirk.

his coat hanging into one of the expensive chairs. leaving him only in his usual formal suit. pale violet vest with matching slacks. his thumb and forefinger grasping your jaw to meet his green eyes gleaming with joy although a crazed one to be exact. his long lashes flattering in a elegant manner.

you sat in the bed, embarrassed. desire pooling between your legs as you rubbed your thick thighs together. the tight fitting dress hugging your plush body and considering how tighter it was than the usual and shorter. your little ministrations making the dress ride up exposing more of your skin to be considered immodest as what others may say but sanzu loves it.

after meetings with his executives followed by cleaning out the traitors of bonten, he sure deserves a reward. something to ease and relax him other than what his pills can do. his pretty baby waiting for him all dolled up for him to ruin.

tonight, he knows something is going on with that pretty head of yours. stealing glances from him time to time and the way your throat move from swallowing. he knows about you every minute more than you could ever know. doesn't mean he's not around he doesn't know anything what's going on with you.

you avert your gaze at him. you can't even make the words without looking at him. you want him so bad.

“speak up, doll.” he firmly orders to you and the words forced its way from your mouth.

“c—can i ride your abs for tonight?” you stutter. swallowing thickly and you look at him, afraid. your face felt hot and the tears making it's appearance in your eyelids. you should have never asked.

his grin grew wider from hearing your request. grasping your jaw tighter to look at him fully. his eyes gleams like a maniac, one you've seen often when he's killing traitors or those who dared to get closer to you.

“should've told me sooner, pretty girl.” his scars appearing wider than it already is from smiling.

even with the cool breeze coming from outside in one of the highest floor of the expensive hotel with the overview of city lights. you can't quell the desire growing stronger and hotter. naked in the bed, straddled in sanzu's hard abs. he lays there amused. his pink-colored hair splayed in the soft pillow, a huge grin plastered on his face while he watched you grind on his abs.

“h-haru...” you moaned out. your palms pressed in his chest. back arched while your hips back and forth to get that delicious friction. your clit throbbing every time it brushes with his firm muscles. the smooth skin of his abs adding stimulation that your thighs shakes from every movement.

“that's it, pretty. show me what you can do while you ride me, 'kay? make yourself cum and i'll reward you.” he praises and still have he smirk in his face doesn't disappear while you rode him. your slick drips and trails from the lines of his abs and if it wasn't filthy and hot he doesn't know what is.

your breasts squished between your arms and your tummy folds while it jiggles from the movement of your hips and your breathy moans occupying the space of the room. you face sweaty with a timid look coming from you. all the hard work and the troubles he dealt today disappearing slowly while you used him for pleasure. careful now, he thinks he might get addicted to this but he didn't care about it.

“you cumming for me, baby? s—shit, do it for me baby.” he rasps out, chuckling at your shaky form.

he buries the heel of his feet in the soft duvet. arching his back slightly for you to get the stimulation you needed as you get nearer from your edge. your hips grinding harder and your body jolts. your aching clit hitting the firm muscle. instinctively cupping your breast and rolling your hardened bud to prolong the delicious feeling that spread throughout your body.

“'m going to cum now, haru” you warned him. your hips rutting desperately and faster to his rock hard abs. “that's a good girl, cum for me now, pretty.”

and with a whine, grinding harder making your clit hit that same spot all over again you came in his abs. the clear, sticky liquid of your cum spreads messily to his stomach. you pant, recovering from the high and the strands of your hair sticks to your face.

you look at the man who granted you in indulging your desires for tonight. he looks contented, happy even and you're more than ready to please him whatever he wants for tonight.

“think you can ride me again, pretty?” you nod at his words in which he replied with a smirk. “this time in my cock.”

WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE ME, DARLING?

ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, geto suguru

content warnings ─── yandere themes, dark themes, implied forced marriage, noncon, babytrapping, slight electrocution (nanami's part), breeding kink, gaslighting, ankle cuffs (nanami), implied kidnapping, dacryphilia, implied abuse, stockholm syndrome.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ they have given more what you needed and provided for you and yet, it's not enough. why would you dare leave them when all they had is the "love" they have for you.

GOJO SATORU

gojo's quiet. eerily quiet. the glint in his eyes are absent. his blindfold hanging around his neck. his jujutsu uniform is still intact and hasn't changed from his clothes as the head of the gojo clan while he walks back and forth while you sit in silence like a child waiting for their punishment, except you weren't a child. you were his wife. the wife of the head of the gojo clan and the strongest sorcerer alive.

you were reminded how powerless you are with the people in the clan. watching your every move like a hawk. afraid of the wrath he is yet to show if they messed up. they only have one job. the job is to make sure his wife would never leave the clan's premises and when you did, all was in panic and it was reported to him immediately and that landed you in this situation.

the tears made of frustration and anger pooling in your lashes. chewing on your lips while your hands turns into fists. clutching your jeans in a way to never punch him straight in the face. you hated being weak. your freedom taken away from you. he loves you, he says. you could never believe such words coming from him.

“why would you do this to me, (y/n)? i've been a good husband to you, aren't i? why?” he asks like he was hurt. partly true. partly he's lying. shoving it to your face how capable he is to control your life.

good husband? you were never good to me.

glaring at him and gojo chuckles at your cute reaction. it is that menacing face of yours but why it is so adorable. you were just probably looking for him to give you the attention you needed and for him, he's willing to provide it for you. what kind of husband is he, if he can't give you what you needed.

he kneels down down to meet your level. his hand reaching out to touch you but you slap it away.

“don't touch me.” you bitterly spat to him and gojo frowns at it. he must have made you upset and he didn't like it.

“ah, my pretty wife is upset to me. what should i do?” ignoring the way you have just slapped his arm and the tone of your voice. grabbing his chin like he was in deep thinking and it infuriates you more from how he was taking this.

he looks at you with those blue eyes of his and from the absence of it's glint earlier it was now shining like a crystal clear lake reflecting the thousand stars in the night sky.

can't he understand that you don't want to do anything with him nor be part of this clan of his but it was already sealed years ago when he threatened your family and as a part of it. you were married to him.

it doesn't mean that he was the strongest he can do whatever he pleases and take your freedom away and be bound in this clan of his. no fucking way.

“hah! now, i know. you need some lovin' from me, don't you? without me must be a bore to you that's why you did that. i understand.” he sing-sang. from how he sounds it was like he solved one of the complicated problem in the universe.

you scoff at him. “you kept me here, you fucking asshole! i never asked to be with you nor to get tied down with you and i certainly don't need your love. you can shove it down to your ass.” you retaliate at him and that felt good. being able to stand up for once and fight for your own.

gojo smiles although it doesn't quite reach his eyes. he really hated when you're like this. acting stubborn and brave when in fact you will just easily bend as he pleases but he let you have it. you were all bark and no bite, after all.

“mou~, (y/n) don't be mean to me. your best interest is all i have in mind. now, can i show just how much i love you?” he asks before approaching you wrapping his arms around you before lifting you up. you kicked and punched him but it was proven useless to his overwhelming strength. all you could is huff out frustration.

“this is way better right, sweets?” he groans as your warm walls squeeze around him. holding your cheeks in his palm as he wipe the tears continuously flowing out from your pretty eyes with his thumb. your speech garbled followed by the hiccups and your throat felt dry, hoarse even.

gojo would never hurt you. he keeps his fist tight. nestled in his pockets to avoid hurting you. he will never ever lay a hand on you. well, only if you're misbehaving and he takes it on you while fucking. he get two things from it.

one, is never you talk back to him and keep your mouth shut, with only the sweetest voice of yours leaving your mouth and second is he can admire you. there's not a day where he didn't think of you. you're the only one who occupies his thoughts. his sweet wife. how life for him would be if it wasn't for you?

“doing so well for me...” he mutters, pressing a tender kiss for your lips while his hands wanders throughout the expanse of your soft skin. all for him to mark, to defile and to worship.

he ignores how your nails makes indentions in his back, claws at his arms or you try to push him away. he didn't see it as resistance but only it was too much for you to handle him. you were just marking him, the same he have on you. laying claim on what you own and tonight, he have a plan for you. one he never thought since it would be a pain for him and to you but considering how you acted to him today and the attempt. he will make sure it will never happen again.

“you know (y/n). I have been thinking about it for a long time....” he says in between groans and kissing you. “the elders had been bothering me about it too, but never put it in consideration for the reason i don't want to force you in a responsibility that you don't want and i don't want it either.” his hips meeting yours and his cock lodging deeper inside you. patting your round belly lovingly and your mind took a minute to register what he intends to do with you. with the remaining strength you have despite your mouth not having a mind of its own. you desperately tried to get away from him. it didn't matter how useless it was. you never and will never let it happen to you.

“why the sudden change, sweets? i'm not saying anything.” his grip on your plush waist tightening as you squirmed beneath him. “but considering how you were behaving recently i may have to do it.”

“no! please don't!” you manage to speak out, your voice cracking and more tears came flowing out and your vision blurs. you don't want his lineage continuing because of you. “you don't have the choice. you're mrs. gojo now and you belong to me. i do what i see fit, f—fuck... you're tight — squeezing me. see, you like it. you want it.” his breath fanning to your cheek while he ruts inside you. the blue in his eyes is glowing brighter than ever.

“don't worry about it. i'll take care of it. all you have to do is have our baby and if you misbehave again. i won't think twice putting another one again to you.”

there won't be another attempts of escape, not when you're under the clutches of gojo satoru. your dear husband.

NANAMI KENTO

his grip were tight. muscles bulging and the hard lines on his face was much prominent than it already was. he tugs on your wrist when there's a pause in your steps while he drags you away from your almost momentous escape.

his blonde hair disheveled from the usual style he had it on and his lips pursed in a thin line. there's many things running in his mind but it's mostly disappointment. angry at himself for letting you loose at this time of the day where he wasn't present and by your side.

shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit.

the only word ringing throughout his brain. it didn't stop until he was meet by the familiar door leading you inside. his frown deepening once he noticed the unlocked door and the destroyed knob. luck really sided with you today despite the "safety" countermeasures he strictly made for you.

nanami doesn't mean any harm. he simply doesn't believe in laying a hand on you. the outside world isn't a safe place for you. in this home he created for you is the only safe place and you can't be contented by it.

he made you sit in the couch. kneeling in front of you as he unlocked the cuffs wrapped around your thick ankles. placing the defective item in the side for later inspections on why it didn't activate the first step you had taken outside. after many electrocutions you still didn't learn from it even it left you immobilized and whimpering from the pain and it wasn't doing any good for nanami. he got no choice even it pains him to see you hurt from that. it's for your own good — he tells himself. that is why every attempt and to your pain, he made sure to pamper you. treat what a good husband do to his wife — no matter how stubborn she is, no matter how many times she disobey him.

he didn't say anything and let his fingers rub the sore spots where the cuffs were placed. when he's away they were on the whole duration and when he's with you, they're off.

there's a slight pain he felt in his chest when you flinched when he touched you. your hands clutching on the cover of the couch while those silly tears makes their way in those lashes of yours. they're so pretty and it squeezes his chest to see he is the reason of your tears. he could endure it. endure everything but he won't ever let you go.

“i told you not to go outside, sweetheart.” he reasons. holding your hand as his thumb brushes the back of your palm. looking at you with those stern, brown eyes of him but you didn't look back at him. biting the inside of your cheek in frustration. nanami sighs, this is what he gets but it's for your own safety. he can't simply let you go when the outside is swarming with curses and humans alike that would harm you.

you were completely upset and so he decides to leave you space but not without pampering you. he places you in the tub. run the soap along with your plush body while his hands untangled the knots in your hair before dressing you into one of the most comfortable nighties before settling you in your bed.

he leaves you in peace, continuing his routine before joining you in bed. he takes his suspenders off, placing the blunt blade in the tables before unbuttoning his shirt. he takes in his reflection. stress is beginning to take a toll on his body. the stress of exorcising and overtime added by his darling running away from him. he could just ease it up.

he hears you sniffle with your back turned against him. comforting yourself in a way you know and it can't compare how he can do it but still his heart aches. he can give you everything but not your freedom, not when everything's a threat and so he lays beside you.

places his hand in your arm, running it all over to your soft skin until it settles on the back of your palm where he takes it in his. bringing it to his lips for him to kiss it. you take your hand away from him and nanami frowns.

“please understand me sweetheart, it was for your own good.” he tries to coax you again in believing him that it was solely for you and not for his selfish reasons. you only shrugged your shoulder to him before moving your body until you're almost in the end of the bed and nanami could have so much patience for you and that's when he gets fed up at your actions.

he kisses your forehead, his arm snaking over to your soft middle bringing you in front of him and then he was straddling you. holding your wrists above in one hand while he takes his white shirt off, showing those hard muscles that is built from stress and hard work.

and that is the moment you knew that how tight the cuffs are or how painful the electrocutions, it could never compare how tight his grip and hold to you. a certainty that you will always be with him.

he treats you like a fragile glass, his hold feathery light but it's enough to bruise your delicate body. his blond locks hangs and sways with every roll of his hips. your thick leg is pressed to your chest while he fills you to the brim.

“ken...” a gasp followed by a cry while his cock brushes your inside. molding your hole in his very shape. his cock hitting the spot that leaves you drooling and crying for his name.

“you're so good around me sweetheart...” he pants while he caresses your round cheek. stares at you with his tired eyes that is filled with love and adoration for his wife. looking at you with such desire while he kisses those tears away from you.

how could he let you go when you're squeezing him so tightly. milking him dry that you're sucking the pent up stress he was feeling today by your sweet cunt and body of yours. he was like a man reborn and what's a good way to reward you is to stuff you full and by the time he was done you were passed out in his bed.

it's better this way. you wouldn't have the strength to run away from him for the next days and when you'll do it again. he's going to fuck you rougher but that is enough for today.

he holds you in his arms. stares how adorable you look under him and it's a choice he didn't regret from taking you from the outside world — only you and him should exist. he takes one last look at you before closing his eyes. in the morning he will wake up and sees you and it's enough to get by the long day ahead of him when he'll go home with you waiting for him.

FUSHIGURO TOJI

toji wouldn't say he got softer. lenient, more like it. it fits best on how he treats you and ignores and learned to be patient with you even it isn't his strong suit despite the crying and the talks of wanting to be free.

the reason? you're pregnant.

he got you knocked up. it was easier than to discipline you. no matter how tight his grip on your neck or how he bruised you in the daily. you will still and have the strength to escape him. the solution he came up to is to get you pregnant and so he did. the bump getting more prominent each day other than your already round stomach.

and so toji smugly thought you wouldn't do anything reckless with your condition but you've proven him wrong. tested the calm waters until it drowned you.

the scar in the corner of his mouth twitches. clicking his tongue in disappoint while thinking of the ways how he'll punish you.

“you're getting bold, aren't you?” he lets out a slight chuckle. emerald green eyes piercing through your own that you will end up blind if looks could cut. “and a ungrateful baby mama of mine, hmm?” grabbing your soft jaw with his large palm that made you whine. snarling at your frightened expression.

“i work day and night providing for you and this is what i get!? and then you try to take my child away with you. how ungrateful are you?” he lashes out at you. his voice raised and toji never raises his voice at you. he only taunts and degrades you in what he sees fit at situations.

“i didn't ask you for anything...” you mumbled. “you're the one who put me in this situation. i never wanted this.” you say in a matter of fact. you never wanted him nor this life and now you're stuck with his child growing inside of you.

toji raised a brow at this one. bringing your face closer to his and he can see your lips wobble and quiver. a smirk unfurling in his lips. “you didn't get to decide what i want and it's your job to keep me happy and satisfied. you clearly don't have a choice on this one, baby.” his voice in a mocking manner at you. taunting you at your very being of being weak and powerless.

“consider yourself lucky or do you still want to test my patience? i've been too far patient at you.” you only glare at him and toji didn't like it. “of course, you don't have a choice. you will receive whatever i give to you. now — be good to daddy.” he says. instantly caging you in his muscular arms. ripping the piece of cloth that covers your modesty and toji is quick to sink his fangs into you.

he's deaf to your cries. to your pleas. teeth nibbling in to your soft neck while his cock deeply plunges inside your tight hole. growling when your warm walls engulfs his huge length. no regard for your baby bump that it is his child that he was crushing.

your nails digs in his arms, scratching, digging, nails scraping his skin that blood surfaces but he was oblivious to it. toji had shed too much blood for his and of others. had gone through numerous tribulations to give a damn about skin peeling from his woman who doesn't know when to behave and get on his nerves.

through bleary eyes you eventually got tired. all the hope leaving from your body, trying to fend toji off from you. what's the point? he'd already ruined you and he'll just pull you away again from the others.

“where's the fight in you, sweetheart? got tired?” his tone amused like you where the biggest entertainment he had in his entire life. “all those bitchin' and you only end up like this. you learn fast. that's right. you will just be my breeding bitch.” squeezing your round cheeks that you don't know if it'll end for you but his warm cum seeping throughout your womb gave you the answer and that smirk of his. it draws the endless horrors you have to take from him.

“why the relieved face? don't think i'll stop filling this tight pussy of yours.” he says deep and dark.

a tear trickled down in your cheek and that is all for you. bound forever to this madman.

GETO SUGURU

well.... suguru doesn't like you confined in fancy contraptions nor imprisoned. he likes you freely walking in the compound in that kimono made of silk, embroidered with stories weaved in that clothing. it's a luxury for you and made to pair with him. a deemed god for his goddess. it's a money well-spent he would say and doesn't mean when he spoils you — he trusts you.

adoration and trust is a two different things. he keeps an eye on you most of the time cause you will never know when you act on impulse or have the slightest idea of leaving him.

he keeps you lock and guarded. the twins are a relief when they kept you company when he's tending to his business. besides the twins are fond of you and share the sentiments with him. still, he can never be so sure.

and then it happened. one of the cursed spirits in his disposal that monitors you alerted him of escape. one can never be so sure with you. thank him for the length he had to go through just to keep you by his side and suguru isn't so pleased with what you had done. bruising his ego and efforts of doing that.

“why would you do that?” he asks. in the comfort of his private quarters with you. no fancy robe and he only wore his black sweater with gray sweatpants while you sat in his lap. your back against his chest. “i don't know.” you answered unsure. you didn't even recognized by if it was your voice.

“you don't know?” the question is like dragging a sack from how heavy it weighs when he asked. “surely you have a reason for that, sweet girl.” he hums. his fingers playing with the hem of your nightie. “i'm sorry.” you meekly apologized to him.

“it will take a lot before i'll accept that apology.” he nibbles in your ear. his hand holding your plush waist goes up to caress your arm. “w-won't do it again. i promise.” geto stops for a moment before grinning. “oh, it won't happen again, sweet girl.” he says, palming over to your plush mound.

“g-geto-sama....” you rasps out, voice shaky. your thighs clamping in his hand to avoid further ministrations.

“spread your legs or i'll get angry at you.” he warns and you immediately obliged. his fingers forming into a v to spread your pussy lips before toying with your clit.

“g-geto-sama.” throwing your head in the back and settling down in his shoulder. your lashes fluttering, breath stuttering from the sensation of your bud being played. “p-please” you moaned out. grabbing his sweater to steady yourself. “quiet. you don't have the power to order me, sweet girl not with what you had done.” his index finger teasingly pokes your hole, slick and warm for him. your thick thighs quiver in anticipation but you can't do anything to obey him.

“ssh. that's right...” he whispers. his lips ghosting to your neck before catching your lips with his before pumping his thick fingers in and out of you. his thumb nudging your clit for added stimulation and you can't help but to draw those pathetic moans and whimpers. you consider yourself lucky. punishment with your master are never this been kind.

“who would touch you like this if you left me?” he murmurs. slowing down to hear you whine and beg for him and you shaked your head. “no one. only you could touch me.” you answered quickly. your hips moving to match the rhythm of his fingers but he quickly pulled away that a sob came following next from you from the lost of contact.

“bad girls, don't get to cum not after the little ploy you pulled.” he says and the man who had been your captor lover for the last years won't let it slide. let it sink to you that you can never do anything without him.

THAT SWEET VOICE OF YOURS

MANJIRO "MIKEY" SANO X CHUBBY READER

submitted by @chifuyumatsyno: Hi can I request a fic where the reader has bubbly personality and talks a lot even when they have speech problem and they have a very soft voice but one day someone said something about her voice so she doesn’t talk like she used to and just shakes her head if it’s a yes or no question. You can take any character from Tokyo revengers sorry if it’s too long you can ignore it if you are busy .

notes. i'm sorry it took so long. hope you like it.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ forget about all the music, mikey just only want to hear your voice.

“(n/n)-chin, you're quiet today, did something happen?” mikey asks, scarfing down the last bits of his dorayaki. wiping the corners of his mouth and glancing at the person beside him that at this time and with him is already telling him stories but he was only greeted with a silence and a shake of head.

mikey ignored it. maybe you were not feeling yourself today and decided to leave it alone but still it bothers him. already missing your voice that he wanted to hear. his cheeks puffing out in boredom.

you really wanted to talk to mikey but what someone had said to you really hurt your feelings. talking isn't something you've taken for granted with your voice however talking with someone especially mikey made you feel heard that you exist. you can endure it a little longer after all, sometimes people find your voice annoying if they understand your condition. shaking your head from the thoughts, you settled beside mikey as he watched the horizon of the sun dipping in the mountains.

“mmm.” mikey grumbles. biting the inside of his cheek. glancing at him and you met his sight where he's already looking at you and you quickly averted your gaze at him. a little embarrassed.

“mou~ (n/n)-chin. talk to me!” he demanded but you only give him a quick shake of your head. “what's wrong? did someone told you mean things?” he started firing questions and you remained silent. judging from your reaction and the slight quiver of your lips. mikey knew it.

“who told you?” mikey asks, his face turning into one of a serious. the dark irises of his eyes getting darker.

“n—nobody....” you managed to say aloud. afraid of what he will say and mikey sighs. he can't force you to tell.

“i love hearing your voice (n/n)-chin.” he began to say aloud. laying down in the grass and his eyes looking in the sky. you jumped a little when he said that. “i look forward hearing it everyday with your stories about stuff. about the cats you met that day or how children are playing.” he said nonchalantly.

you didn't know where to began. “m—mikey....” then finally he looks at you.

“my day isn't complete without hearing. your voice is music to my ears.” he sits up. “t—thank you.... mikey.” leaning down towards his shoulder and mikey smiles.

he only needs to do one thing for the last. find someone who told you about your voice. he's going to beat them for real.

I feel so empty rn.

Your writings never fail to make my thigh shaking.

hey, nonnie. i'm glad you find my writings have the effect on you. hoping for more in the near future.