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cologne song • ryomen sukuna

“I know it ain’t Dior, I know it ain’t Baccarat, I know it ain’t Versace but whatever it is, you got me..”

💌: ryomen sukuna was a man and name you’d never forget. And it wasn’t just his looks that had your attention.

themes: fluff, foot locker manager!sukuna, executive, black fem reader, neck/back kissing, lip biting, slow burn-ish, voice kink (if you squint), I just cannot stop thinking about this man and or this song. So enjoy both of my hyper-fixations. 🫶🏾

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it had been some months since you’d settled into life at your new workplace..moving to this new area after accepting the role of general manager for the district. Overseeing several different stores but after your encounter with the manager of store 408, there was no question of where you wanted your home base to be…

“Miss? Everything alright?”

that voice sending flutters and tingles throughout your stomach. Never had a man made you swoon the way ryomen sukuna had. Ironically enough, the two of you didn’t exactly see eye to eye when you first arrived but all that changed after your tensions came to a head one night in his office. After that, your bond grew a bit stronger..both work and personal wise. Where you dreaded coming each day, dealing with his silly antics. You now welcomed being greeted with a ‘good morning, miss’ or ‘gorgeous’ when you worked together. Feeling somewhat sad when you were whisked away to another location. Even then, the two of you were exchanging sweet texts and meeting up after hours to quell your burning desires from the day. But it wasn’t just his smooth charm or looks that had you swooning over the handsome manager. In fact, you adored him for many reasons but the most attractive thing about him, oddly enough was his scent. The scent that lingered with you literally and figuratively, long after the day was done. When the two of you were standing only inches apart in the parking lot when he walked you to your car..face nuzzled in his neck and the smell would waft through your nostrils. His large, inked up arms cradling you close with a large palm cupping your ass. It was fresh on your mind, embedded in your memory even when you made it home.

most men bathed themselves in Axe or Old Spice..dousing themselves in the pungent fragrance that made you quite uncomfortable. Others wore Dior or Versace but only with the hopes of the pheromones inside luring women in. But not one ever possessed the essence and sensual appeal that Mr. Sukuna did. You wouldn’t even entertain the thought of someone else. Often times, he’d walk by you in the store as you took notes, flashing you that sweet smirk and watching you freeze up. He knew the effect he had on you..so you’d just have to ask.

“What’s that cologne you have on?”

“Why? You like it, miss?”

that deep, raspy register sending you swooning. He knew the effect he had over you and used it to his advantage. Whether it was rainy nights when he brought you to his place and the two of you were laid up after amazing lovemaking..his fingers intertwined with your own or lying flat on your tummy as he laces your spine with soft pecks. Every trace of him resides on your senses..he was the textbook definition of not judging a book by its cover because had you never given him a chance, you would’ve never known what it meant to truly love someone..so even now, as you two remain cuddled up in his office..tattooed arms wrapped around your body.

“C’mon miss, I gotta get home. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” Chuckling at the face that you were so needy when you presented such an independent front around others…

“I know but..just a little bit longer?..please?”

he knew that he’d always have you hooked on him, no matter what.

Falling behind, 01

Art cred(s); @wacuoms

☆ Pairing(s). Barista!Suguru geto x Nursing student! reader 

☆ Content. Swearing, mentions of self harm (not seriously though), conversations of college, fluff, talks of food, reader is intended to be black but anyone can read, please let me know if i missed anything :)

☆ Notes. Hi guys! First off, thank you so so so much for a hundred followers! I appreciate it so much and am so grateful! This is going to be a series so expect more pieces from me soon and yeah. That's all I got for right now.  Words in bold is reader.

☆ Word count. 997

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, Enjoy!

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‘Fuck mornings.’ Is the mantra that repeats in Suguru’s mind as he turns on the cafe’s lights. Laying his hands on his face before inevitably dragging them down, shrugging his coat off and hanging it against the wall before making his way out the backroom. “Who the fuck is even up this early to get coffee? ‘S ridiculous.” He grumbles as he stumbles to the front of the establishment, flipping the sign that hangs on the door to ‘open’. 

The smell of coffee and soft music slowly wakes him up, heating up pastries and putting them in their respective places in the display glass, the usual. Suguru looks at the clock on his lockscreen, its only been fifteen minutes? He huffs, leaning against the counter as his arms are tucked under each other. He sits there staring blankly at the wall. He could read, or doddle, or-, the bell at the front door rings. Isn’t it like six o’clock in the morning? Why would somebody be out of the house this early? Geto sighs as he turns around. “Welcome and good morning. How can-” Everything stops. The music, the sounds of coffee brewing, the clock in the corner, everything. In Front of him sat a girl, roughly his age. She was beautiful, dewy skin glowing in the light of the rising sun. An elastic headband pushing some of her hair out her face. Brown tortoiseshell glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. “Um.” God, even her voice was amazing. 

“S-Sorry, um, howw can I help you?” Shit, how long has he been staring? His eyes cast down in embarrassment as he tusks a strand of hair behind his ear. He’s racking his brain to see if he’s remembered her from somewhere. A regular or something? No. Well, the school year just started and there’s a university not that far from here. That’s probably it….or maybe not. She's wearing scrubs, so maybe she has some type of early shift at a hospital. “Is the brown sugar espresso good?” “Uh, i mean yeah. I like it.” The girl nods, sitting there idly for a bit. “Yeah I’ll take that and aaa…creme brulee donut.” Suguru nods, tapping on the screen and logging in quickly. “Oat milk okay?” “Yeah, that’s fine.” He hums putting in the order before looking back up, hand reaching back to the nape of his neck twirl and pull his hair nervously. “Anything else?” She declines, shuffling through her purse and handing her card.

Geto damn near short circles when his hand brushes her. Busy swiping the card and doing whatever else, a slight aroma of peaches fills the air. He sniffed slightly, was that her? “Here you go.” He mumbles as he hands her back the card. The girl flashes him a smile as she takes the card back. When Geto turns around he mentally hypes himself up as he makes her drink, his face feeling like it was on fire as he prepares himself to engage in small talk. ‘Come on Suguru, you got this.’ He takes a deep as he puts ice in the metallic cup, “So, whats your name?” “[reader], you?” “Suguru, suguru geto.” “Oh, thats a nice name.” He might be dying, like actually. “T-Thanks. You got a morning shift? I mean we’re uh…pretty far from the hospital.” Did he just stutter? His palms begin to get clammy as he pours the syrup to the bottom of the cup. Why can’t a sinkhole just his size open up right under him? “Oh no, i’m not a nurse. Not yet at least, I'm going to the medical university not that far from here.” He could feel her eyes in the back of his head. Dear god, what is happening? He’s never been this nervous in his life. Okay, maybe once or twice, but to talk to a girl? Never. Her voice was so light and cheerful.

“That’s whats up. Umm…got anything that you like studying or something that interests you?” ‘Just focus on making the drink. Focus and everything will go smoothly.’ Geto thinks as he pour the espresso and oat milk into the cup. Shaking it quickly and a bit roughly before pouring it in a plastic to-go cup. “I enjoy the simulations, they have these extremely realistic robots, like i i was in a simulation lab with a friend, ya’know just practicing, and one just yelled out ‘i want my mommy’.” He chuckles softly. Putting on the cups top and he put it on the front counter. Towards the pickup side. “I’d honestly be terrified if i were you.” He mumbles as he grabs a small parchment paper bag. Squatting down and grabbing the tongs to put one of the huge brulee donuts inside. He stands back up, folding the top flap and putting a little sticker to keep it sealed. “Here.” Suguru mumbles with a small smile. His hand brushes against hers once more, her skin was so soft. “You smell like peaches.” He blurts out, and immediately regrets it. His entire face and ears flushed into a shade of red. Embarrassment eating him whole, he’s throwing himself off a building. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why i said that, i just-” [Reader] giggles, waving her hand dismissively. “You’re fine and thank you.” She says after a while. Full lips pulled into a graceful smile, his breathe hitched slightly. She was ethereal, like some type of painting you’d see from the renaissance era.

“N-No problem. Uh…s-see you around?” Geto stammers, looking at the girl across the counter. He felt like he was floating, is this what people mean when they talk about love at first sight? Cause he totally gets the hype. “Yeah. I’ll be around every now and then.” He nods frantically, “Yeah, okay.” [Reader] giggles one more time. Before grabbing her food and waving at him as she walks out the door. Him doing the same and waving a good bye as she leaves. ‘Shit.’

☆A/N. I don't really having anything else to say besides I'm working on the second chapter rn and if anyone want to be on the tag list let me know!

© 2023 lunerenzo, please don’t plagiarize or translate work.

Falling behind

Art cred(s); @wacuoms

☆ Pairing(s). Barista!Suguru geto x Nursing student! reader 

☆ Summary. In which a barista falls in love with a nursing student, or Suguru Geto exprinces love at first sight

☆ Content. Swearing, mentions of self harm (not seriously though), conversations of college, fluff, angst, talks of food, smoking, sever moto incident, reader is intended to be black but anyone can read, please let me know if i missed anything :)

☆ Chap(s). 2/?

☆ Status. Ongoing

☆ Taglist. Open! If anyone want to be on the tag list let me know!

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, Enjoy!

- 01

- 02

- 03 /wip

Falling behind, 02

Art cred(s); @wacuoms

☆ Pairing(s). Barista!Suguru geto x Nursing student! reader 

☆ Content. Swearing, fluff, talks of food, reader is intended to be black but anyone can read, please let me know if i missed anything :)

☆ Notes. This chapter was a bit harder to write, but I'm still gonna try to update as often as possible. Words in bold is reader.

☆ Word count. 1.84k

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, Enjoy!

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“Somethings off about you.” Shoko mumbles, eating one of the cookies she stole from the display cabinet. Suguru had been awfully cheery despite her and Satoru leaving him to do the morning rush by himself.“What are you talking about? I’m fine.” He responds with a  small smile, preoccupied with washing some of the tupperware. “No, she’s right. You’re not yelling at us for eating the food, what happened?.” Gojo bellowed with his mouth half full. Feet swinging as he sits on the counter. Suguru shrugs, turning off the water and grabbing the dish rag off his shoulder. “Well, if you were here like you were supposed to earlier, you would know.” “Okay, but we’re not talking about us. We’re talking about you.”

Suguru scoffs, squatting down and putting the cups in the cabinet. “There uh, was a girl that came in early this morning.” Behind him, Shoko and Gojo look at each other. A look of confusion on each others face. “Okay, a customer came in? So what?” He stands back up to his full height after putting everything away. Turning around and leaning against the back counter. “Yeah but like…i don’t know dude. She was beautiful.” Gojo hops off the counter after noticing a customer walk-in, dusting his hands off. Shoko groans, rolling her eyes. “I swear to god, if you hook-up with another-” Geto whips his head in her direction, scowling. “Oh, shut up.” “No, she's right. Do you know how many people we’ve lost because of you?” Satoru chimes in, ripping off the paper from the printer. Walking to the other side of the back counter and pinning the order on the assembly line above . “What was the last guys name? I think it was jay…Or was it Rowan?” Geto smacks the back of his head. “Ow!” “Shut the fuck up, this is different.” They sit there quietly for a while. Shoko walks by shaking her head, glancing at the order sheet before getting to work on the milk bread while Gojo works on the drink. “You’re just mad cause you know we’re right.” 

“Anyway..” Suguru grits, glaring at them both briefly. “She had came in as soon as I opened almost. I was kind of irritated because like..who is up and about that early in the morning, but when i turned around and it was like the world stopped..” Shoko and Satoru rolled their eyes simultaneously. “I don’t know if it was the sunset and the lights playing tricks on me or what, but it looked like she was literally glowing. And she had these gorgeous [e/c] eyes. Her hair was pushed back and so i could see her face and she was the most beautiful person I’ve seen. Her voice was nice too, was kinda velvety but still sounded sweet.” “What was her name?” Satoru mumbled, crushing pieces of mango in the bottom of the glass, adding flavored iced cubes in shortly after. “[Reader].” Shoko looks up from the plate she was preparing. “You get her number?” His lips part slightly before pressing them together, looking down before mumbling lowly. “No.” Shoko and Gojo snicker at his misfortune, watching as he wallows in a corner.

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It’s well into the evening, things have slowed down. Few people, students, sitting in keeping to themselves as the trio have a hushed conversion. The bell that hangs above the door goes off, causing said employees to disperse lazily. “Good evening.” Shoko says with a smile on her face, The other two sit there on their phones. “Hello!” Suguru’s head snapped up, It was her. The girl from this morning. Twice in one day? He didn’t know what he did to deserve this but he is not complaining. He shoves his phone in his back pocket, straightening his clothes a little and tucking the loose hairs from his half-up, half-down, hairstyle away before turning around from behind the counter. 

“H-Hey!” He waved briefly, a lop-sided smile plastered on his lips as he tries to not sweat literal bullets. [Reader] looks at him briefly before doing a double take and her eyes widen slightly, a huge smile on her face. “Oh, hey Suguru!” His heart stuttered a bit. “What are you doing back here?” “I wanted to study but i didn’t want to stay cooped up at home either. Ya’know?” Geto chuckles a bit awkwardly, shaking his head. “Totally.” He had no clue what she was talking about. “Uh, what did you wanna get?” He lightly pushes Shoko away with his hip, taking over the register. She looks up the menu that hangs above, Suguru uses this as a chance to admire her. His eyes slightly lidded with a gentle and dreamy look in them.

“Uhhh, i’ll take a dragonfruit mocktail and a vanilla bean cake.” He jumps slightly, straightening his posture.  “Five, fifteen.” He pops open the register once he notices her pulling out cash. Handing her change once he takes it. “No need, keep the change.” His brow lifted, “Seriously?” “Yeah.” Suguru closes the drawer, pocketing the little money. “I’ll get it to you soon.” He nods, as she walks away with a small ‘thanks’. “So when's the wedding?” Gojo giggled. Geto rolls his eyes, he honestly forgot they were even there. “Oh fuck off.” “You should’ve seen the way you were looking at her.” Shoko added. He rolls his eyes moving past them to start on the order. “Okay, whatever. Can you not be so loud about it? She’s literally two feet away.” Gojo strolls to the side of him, leaning on his elbow to look at him despite Suguru deliberately avoiding him. “So, you gonna get her number?” He leans over him, grabbing the small pitcher of lime juice. “Uhh, maybe.” He says slowly, pouring a little of it before grabbing the bag of freeze dried dragon fruit. 

“If you don’t i will.” Shoko declared, leaning against the counter on the other side of Geto. Watching [Reader] as she sat in the bean bag across the way. Pulling out her laptop. “Like hell you will.” Suguru argued, smashing up the fruits at the bottom of the cup and putting ice in it. “Don’t even know if she’s single.” He grumbled, snatching the liter of sprite from the mini fridge.  “Just ask, and if she says she isn’t, get her number.” Gojo shrugs. “Yeah, you’re making a big deal out of nothing.” Shoko added, getting a slice of vanilla cake out and on a plate. He sighs. “I’ll try.”

☆A/N. I don't know how to feel on the ending. I'm making the masterlist for this soon. If any want to be on the tag list let me know!

© 2023 lunerenzo, please don’t plagiarize or translate work.

stress reliever. toji z. 1.2k

cw 𐙚 somnophilia, oral, fingering, creaming, black reader, explicit language, unprotected sex, creampie . . .in which toji has his way with you while you’re asleep! minors not allowed

toji zenin could feel the fucking tiredness pressing behind his eyes as he pushed open the door to his shared apartment. fighting demons was so damn taxing. it seemed like every time he turned a corner today, he was fighting some disgusting mutant. he just wanted to lay down in his bed, with a cup of ramen while he watched gambling. the inviting smell of cinnamon—your signature scent—made him relax a bit as he closed the door with his steel boot. usually, you’d be waiting at the door for him with a sweet smile and a kiss, but today you weren’t, which he found odd. huffing in disappointment, he called out your name softly, waiting a few moments to see if he’d hear that sweet sultry voice of yours. to his dismay, he didn’t.

in fact, he didn’t hear anything, which unsettled him. most of the time, he was yelling at his bubbly girlfriend to sit down or be quiet. you were like a baby bunny, always hopping onto the next thing, always so damn curious. sometimes toji wondered how you two even paired; you were a ray of sunshine while he, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. what you saw in his dark depths, he didn’t know.

when he pushed open the bedroom door, his breath hitched. there you were, sprawled out asleep, one leg stretched out, the other pulled up, curly hair cascading over the white velvet pillows like dark waves of water. one of his black shirts hung loosely off your frame, juicy brown ass perched in the air, adorned in those red lace panties he loved. your body gently moved as you breathed softly, long wispy lashes kissing your cheeks, arms tucked underneath your head. what a fucking sight.

his cock twitches in his sweats as he inches towards you, fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. a mischievous grin pulls at his lips as your nose slightly crinkles from the tingly feeling, but you stay asleep. he knows you’re a deep sleeper, and considering the fact that you’ve been pulling all-nighters to finish up college essays, you’re halfway dead to the world. it's extremely taboo, but he can't resist as he flips you over, the bed creaking under his sudden weight. he loops his fingers into your underwear and pulls them down slowly, humming as he watches your arousal glisten on your sex. he wonders what you’re dreaming about, has to be something nasty the way your pussy twitches occasionally.

his hands grasp your calves, holding them above his head, long, slimy tongue pressing flatly against your pink clit. “mmm,” he groans as your wetness covers his lips. you taste so damn good it’s got his head spinning. he lazily licks over your folds, his eyes gazing up at you. you’re still sleeping like a rock, face occasionally scrunching as his tongue works your core. he chuckles quietly into your pussy, lapping until his jaw aches, and even after that, he still continues. he can feel your legs trembling as he holds them, which makes him even hornier.

toji's tongue delves deeper, exploring every inch of your sensitive folds, savoring the taste of your arousal. his mouth moves with a practiced rhythm, alternating between gentle licks and firm sucks, drawing out soft whimpers from your unconscious form. the room is filled with the wet sounds of his mouth working your cunt, his own arousal growing with each passing second.

his free hand roams over your thighs, squeezing and caressing, feeling the heat radiating from your soft skin. he’s lost in the moment, completely absorbed in the pleasure of tasting you, his mind clouded with lust. your body responds instinctively to his touch, hips subtly rocking against his mouth, seeking more of the delicious friction.

he can feel your climax building, the way your walls flutter and your breathing quickens, even in your sleep. it’s a heady feeling, knowing he has this effect on you, that he can bring you to the edge without you even waking up. his face is seeped with your essence, but he doesn’t care.

his hand is pressed flat against your stomach, thumb pulling the skin back on your clit as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive hard bud. your body occasionally spasms under his touch, each reaction drawing a grin to his face. a breathy whine escapes your lips as he stretches you with his fingers, the way your body responds to him is intoxicating. soft, lewd sound of your pussy filling the room as he moves within you. the longer he thrusts, the harder you clench around his fingers, and he swears he can feel your cervix brushing against his fingertips.

your face constantly contorts at his touch, yet you remain asleep. he groans, noticing the thick creamy substance building on his fingers. he can't take it anymore; he's about to lose control. he stands to his feet and tugs his sweats down just before his knees, head lulling back as he grips himself. the tip of his cock is red and swollen, thick veins running along the shaft. the bed creaks loudly as he puts his full weight on it, sliding himself into your tight embrace. he wants to go wild, but he restrains himself. you softly cry out with furrowed eyebrows at the intense stretch, completely unaware of what's happening.

"ugh,so pretty when you sleep" he groans in pleasure as he rocks his hips into you. he can feel his worries of the day dissipating as he moves within your tight, wet warmth. he can see why somnophilia peaks your interest; there's something exhilarating about having you in the palm of his hand, moving you like a puppet. he watches your face, still twitching with each movement, and the sight drives him further. the thick, creamy substance continues to build, coating his dick and allowing him to glide into you easier.

he slows his movements, savoring the feeling of your body clenching around him. each thrust is deliberate, calculated.he can feel his own tension building, the need to release growing stronger with each passing second.but he holds back, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible.

finally, he can’t hold back any longer. his movements become more urgent, each thrust deeper and more powerful than the last. your eyes flutter open, and your stomach clenches at the sight. your boyfriend having his way with your body. his mouth hangs ajar in pleasure, muscles rippling as he holds himself up. instinctively, you wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper into you. “tojiiii,” your soft whines drawn out as the bed creaks louder, the sound mixing with the squelches and your breathy whines. he feels the tension in his body reaching its peak, and with a final, powerful thrust, he lets go, his release flooding into you.

your legs shake as he collapses onto the bed beside you. the room is filled with the sounds of your combined breaths, the aftermath of the intense moment lingering in the air. his cum leaks out of you, trailing stickily down your trembling thigh. you side eye him, “thought you weren’t into my ‘weird kink’” he shrugs, chest heaving.

“changed my mind.”

The absolute disgusting diabolical filth I just thought!! Y’all I- 😵‍💫

OH THE FILTHY SHIT I GOT PLANNED FOR THIS MAN!!

Is there anyone who is really good at drawing? I want to have someone that I can rely on for OCs/self-inserts. Or can anyone tell me how to get good at drawing, it’s been many many years and I suck now .-.

„Immature."

"You think because you can spread your legs for me 'n look pretty that you’re ready for everythin' else?"

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!reader.

Synopsis: Fighting with your toxic boyfriend Toji is mentally draining.

Warnings: mentions of sex, implied age gap, cuss words, arguing, toxic behavior. (None of this is meant to be romanticized, it’s just fiction.)

WC: 600+

Toji is literally so Mean.

He will use everything he can against you whenever you’re arguing.

The fact that you’re much younger than him, physical touch to make you shut up or he’ll just make you go crazy by purposefully provoking you until you snap to make it seem like you’re being irrational and immature.

"Are you serious? You’re gone for two days without saying anything or answering my texts and now you just expect me to not say anything and welcome you back home with a warm meal? What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Your voice is slightly breaking, your fingers are trembling and you can feel your hands getting sweaty because of all the adrenaline your anger is sending through your veins.

He places a hand on your cheek while looking at your face with a smug expression.

"Keep it down will ya'? You know I can’t stand when you raise your voice at me."

He shakes his head in disapproval while tapping your cheek lightly.

"Stop trying to change the subject! This isn’t about me raising my voice and you know it! It’s about you acting like a Jerk!"

You get more overwhelmed and frustrated by every single word you have to say.

At this point you could write a whole list about what’s bothering you and he’d still act like he doesn’t get the problem.

"A jerk huh?" He chuckles.

His unbothered reaction just frustrates you even more.

"Could you just take me serious for one god damn time?!" You snap as you feel your eyes getting watery and your throat hurting from all the yelling.

"Doll… why are ya' so agitated now? You’re overreactin’ with your childish emotions all over the fuckin' place. Calm down alright? I can’t hear it no more."

He groans while rolling his eyes at you.

"Look at how sensitive you are, I can’t say shit without you makin' a fuss over it! Now quit gettin’ all teary on me."

He wipes your tears away while giving you an annoyed sigh.

He knows calling you sensitive or hysterical is gonna trigger you. He knows it’s gonna make you even more upset and he’s shamelessly using it against you. You’re just too pretty when you’re hurt and vulnerable.

"Oh so now I’m childish and sensitive and I’m making a fuss?!!"

You look at him in disbelief, not understanding how that’s what he got from you sharing how you feel.

"That’s right sweetheart."

He towers over you before grabbing your waist to pull you closer.

"Don’t even try it!" You push him back by his chest forcefully.

"I’m so fucking tired of it! I’m mature enough to have sex with you but as soon as I disagree with something you say or do I’m being immature? You’re such a hypocrite!"

Toji chuckles even more now.

"Now you’re catchin' on baby."

The scar on his lip moves as his grin gets even bigger.

"You think because you can spread your legs for me 'n look pretty that you’re ready for everythin' else?"

He seems really amused by the thought of you trying to have an equal relationship with him.

"You’re too god damn sensitive and you’re always complaining as if I don’t pay for your shit! If you hate it so much move back to your mama's house!"

Toji had his fun and everything but now he’s just getting pissed off.

It was never a real argument for him to begin with. It’s just you being dramatic, however that’s a small price to pay for what he gets every single time you snap at him.

Make up sex is the probably his favorite kind of sex, and if it means he has to listen to you little outbursts from time to time to get what he so deeply craves, then it’s completely worth it.

Requests are open. Don’t forget to reblog <3

Might do a part two so y’all are free comment characters you’d like to see and what kind of argument you want them to have! Ly guys 💗💗💗

Bodyguard 💋

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!reader | MDNI

"C’mon princess, use your big girl words. I know you can… where’d that smart mouth go huh?"

Synopsis: You’re a famous model and Toji is your bodyguard who used to be a MMA Fighter.

Warnings: SMUTTY! Power imbalance (physically), power play, fingering, nipple play (reader has pierced nipples), usage of the word 'cunt', slight breeding?, no protection

Wc: 3,3k

Being a model was always stressful for you.

Since your first shoot as a teenager you never got to stay anywhere for a long time and the diets your personal trainer put you on were brutal. Now you’re 22, still young and still just as pretty as you were when you started in the industry.

"Y/n ’m not gonna say it again, put your damn phone away 'n answer me…" Your bodyguard Toji speaks with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face as he pushes the button to the elevator. His black shirt is hugging his muscles and the scar on his lips slightly shrinks because of the frown planted onto his lips.

"What?" You look up from your phone and walk inside the elevator once the door opens.

Toji follows you quickly and first presses one of the elevator button to close the doors and then the one to your penthouse.

"What do you mean 'What'?! Why’d you change my schedule without tellin' me? That was my shift tomorrow, I was assigned to you!"

It’s not easy for Toji to not raise his voice at you, but the thought of you going anywhere alone was ridiculous to him. He’s clearly aware of the fact that you’re somewhat of an authoritative person to him, but he’s not fully willing to accept that yet.

"I wanted Kento for tomorrow…" You shrug.

"Nanami?!" He looks stunned at you, not understanding how you could replace him with someone he thought was the most bland and stuck up guy he ever met.

"Yes, it’s just for one day. You work too much overtime anyways." The bell chimes to signal the elevator has arrived and the doors of the elevator open wide. You and Toji both walk out, heading to your door when suddenly he slightly pulls you back by your upper arm.

"Why would you give my shift to Nanami? I never said I wanted to work less." Toji's voice is calm but very strict. He’s looking directly into your eyes, making sure you understand that he’s genuinely upset about this.

"I have a red carpet event tomorrow..." You’re not intimidated by Toji, you’d never be but you don’t like when he’s grabbing you like that. It’s just reminding you of the fact that he’s much stronger compared to you. You know he used to be a professional MMA fighter and you enjoy asking him questions about his former occupation but having him display his power over you is probably what you disliked the most.

"So? I don’t mind goin' to a red carpet with you." Toji genuinely looks confused by now.

"It’s not one of those events. I want Kento to go with me cause he’s a bit more suitable, that’s it."

You don’t care that your response sounded slightly dismissive since you were never scared to challenge Toji anyways.

He lets out an offended scoff at your comment.

"You think he’s more suitable than me? What’s that supposed to mean? I ain’t good enough to do my own goddamn job no more just cause I don’t got a stick up my ass, is that what you’re implying?!" He crosses his arms again, giving you another small glare.

"That’s not what I’m saying Toji, but this is a really big event and you don’t even wear suits…"

Your voice is slightly quieter than before, you still know there’s nothing to be scared of cause Toji would never do anything to you, but you don’t appreciate his sudden change in tone.

"Oh yeah? What do you think I am, some caveman? I can put on a suit and wear a tie if that’s what you want!" Obviously Toji noticed your reaction to him raising his voice a bit, so he quickly makes sure to be more soft spoken with you. His grip around your upper arm loosens and wanders up to your shoulder where his hand rests while his thumb slowly rubs your soft skin.

"You wanna tell me you’ll slick your hair back, wear a tie and let my make up team cover your scar?" You ask skeptically as you get the key to your door and unlock it.

"My scar?" Toji ask’s flabbergasted.

You nod as you walk inside and let him follow you in.

"What’s wrong with my scar?"

It’s not like he was ever insecure about any scars on his body, not even the one on his face but you implying he needed to cover it to be suitable didn’t sit right with him.

"Nothings wrong with it…"

You take off your jacket and throw it on the coat hanger next to the door, leaving you in your tight fitting top.

"I just don’t want them to think anything."

You say before taking your heels off ass well.

Toji would like to protest against your suggestion but he can't help but admire your figure for a moment, his eyes quickly trailing over your body, pausing briefly at your pierced nipples poking through your top before returning to your face.

"'m not trying to argue with you y/n."

He lets out a deep sigh.

"We’re not arguing Toji, I’m just asking you if you’re willing to do what I ask you for. I can always ask Kento." You say.

Despite the fact that you weren’t born rich and you like to believe that you’re quite humble you still show a bit of attitude sometimes.

Toji can do nothing but raise an eyebrow at you.

"Alright, I’ll cover my scar as well…"

He gives in.

"Good, you can go ahead and finish work for today then." A tired yawn slips of your lips.

"You just got home and you’re already trying to kick me out before I even get the chance to make sure you eat?" Toji lets out an amused snort at your comment.

"It’s not your job to watch me eat.."

At this point you’re just tired and ready to take a shower and go to bed.

"My job is looking out for you, no matter where. And when I think of the bullshit your personal trainer is puttin' you on, I think it’s better to keep an eye on your diet."

Toji chuckles.

"You don’t know anything about diets Toji…"

It’s not like you’re trying to provoke him on purpose, but it’s not just him that had a long day. You never liked explaining yourself or justifying your actions, unfortunately with Toji by your side that’s something you have to do a lot.

"I don’t know anything about diets? Sweetheart I had to maintain my body mass for years straight back when I was fighting, I think I know a lot more about dieting and nutrition than you do. So do me a favor and go eat something, yeah?" He gives you a slight pat on your lower back as you sigh and make your way over to the kitchen, thinking that giving in might be the only way he’s going to stop bothering you.

"You wanna eat something too?"

You ask Toji when opening your fridge.

You can hear him humming deeply before also walking into the kitchen and standing right behind you.

"No thank you… "

Both of his hands make their way to your shoulder before slowly dragging his warm palms down your skin. He’s gently rubbing over your upper arms while you look at the mostly old things in your half empty fridge. You really should’ve thought of sending someone grocery shopping for this week.

"You’re really cold doll…" Toji says, not happy about the observation he just made.

"I don’t feel cold." You shrug.

"Are you sure?" His hands travel to your ribs.

"Mhm.." you hum as you go reach for the bowl with the leftover fruit salad from the night before.

"What’s that? Don’t you want a sandwich or something?" He looks at the bowl skeptically.

"I don’t even have bread here Toji."

Your eyes roll yet again almost automatically.

"And thats the best you could find?"

He lifts you up and sits you down right on the kitchen island before getting a fork and handing it to you.

"I’ll leave once you’re finished."

He says as he leans against the sink across from you.

"You don’t have to." You mumble while carefully picking all the strawberries in bowl first since they were your favorite.

"I don’t have to? Five minutes ago you were practically beggin' for me to go home."

He snorts and looks at you with a small smirk.

"I was just mad cause you were pissing me off.."

You continue eating. You usually never minded any of your bodyguards being around you but Toji had a tendency of getting on your nerves.

It always seemed like he couldn’t accept that he won’t be able to always be in control.

"I was huh?" He chuckles. "Let’s hope you’ll still be able to sleep tonight." He says sarcastically.

His hand gently brushes some of your hair out off your face before gently grabbing your jaw and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

Your eyes naturally look directly back at him, hesitating before removing his hand from your face, making him chuckle.

"I’ll be fine, let’s hope you don’t lose your job though." You answer just as snarky as he did.

"Is that a threat?" His smirk widens and his eyebrow rises quickly.

"You like testing me, don’t you?"

Toji leans in just slightly, his voice a low and steady.

Your breath hitches just for a second, but you quickly recover, poking him in his stomach with your right index finger.

Toji gently removes your hand from his stomach and laughs as he places it in the middle of his chest, putting his hand right over it to secure it.

"You think way too highly of yourself."

You shake your head in disbelief with a light smile on your lips, trying to pull your hand back to reach for the fork but Toji's grip is too tight.

Your heart skips a beat as his hand holds yours in place, but you keep your expression neutral, refusing to let him see the effect it’s having on you.

"Y’know what, maybe you should go home now."

You chuckle.

"'s too late for that now brat. You know what’s comin' now."

Toji’s eyes linger over your figure, a sly grin spreading across his face as he chuckles again.

"Nuh-uh.." you shake your head, trying to push him back with the hand that’s resting on his chest as he uses the hand that isn’t holding yours in place to wrap it around your waist.

He slips a finger between the soft fabric of your top and your warm skin, making your top lift slightly.

"What’s wrong princess? You don’t wanna play anymore?" He challenges you, letting go of your hand to wrap his other hand around your waist as well.

"You didn’t think all that teasing wouldn’t do anythin' to me now did you?"

He continues lifting your shirt, leaving you too stunned to speak. The palms of your hands are getting warmer and warmer and despite only you noticing it, you’re heart beat is starting to get faster as well.

Your breath stops for a second when he pulls your top right over your head and leaves you topless. Toji couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your pierced nipples hardening once they were exposed to the cold air.

"That’s a pretty girl."

He grins. As a model getting called pretty is like calling a bodybuilder strong or a scientist smart. It’s something that occurs often and usually it’s what people tell you when they first meet you, yet it feels like a genuine compliment coming from Toji. You can’t help but stare directly in his face, still silenced by his sudden actions.

Once realization hits you, you try to cover you chest but Toji quickly puts your arms back down.

"You don’t wanna let me see you?" He says in an almost mocking tone, slightly pouting with the same look on his face that he uses to make fun of you when you’re mad at him.

"C’mon princess, use your big girl words. I know you can… where’d that smart mouth go huh?"

His hands rest on your thighs, slowly making their way to the hem of your mini skirt.

"Toji…" Is all you manage to say in a quiet unsure tone before wrapping your arms around his neck.

You’d be lying if you said that Toji and you weren’t always dancing around that fine line of work and personal relationship, but despite some wandering hands here and there or a few flirty remarks on the side you never thought he’d take it this far.

It was easy to tell that you were attracted to Toji to say the least, but you still told everyone including your manager that you had no interest in him whatsoever.

Toji softly kisses your forehead as he spreads your legs further apart and lifts your skirt.

He smiles warmly at you as he traces around the hem of your panties before pushing the fabric to the side and gently rubbing his warm thumb against your clit.

Your body instantly reacts by flinching at the intense feeling, making Toji chuckle.

"It’s okay sweetheart, relax." He whispers, moving the other hand up to your still hardened nipples before tugging one.

His other hand keeps moving his thumb against your now swollen clit, making you grip harder into his shoulder.

As your core slowly begins to get wet he uses his index and middle finger to press against your entrance, leaving you gasping once he enters you.

"Atta girl." He looks proudly at you.

You use both of your hands to support your weight by leaning onto your palms and tilting your head back.

Toji slowly begins kissing your neck with both of his fingers still pushed deep into your cunt and his other hand toying with your nipple.

He trails his kisses further down to your chest before latching onto the other one, gently wrapping his tongue around it.

You can’t help but want more, you just need to feel more of him. You unconsciously start moving your hips more towards his hand in hopes of getting to feel more of his fingers but Toji quickly catches on to that.

He lightly catches your nipple between his teeth, making you stop your movements as he gives it a last rub with the tip of his tongue before letting go of it.

You whine when he stops, clearly not happy about his sudden halt.

"You want more princess?"

He grins, feeling you suck his fingers greedily deeper into you.

You nod at his question, sitting up straight to look at him and rub against the bulge in his pants.

"Say it.." He looks at you with a dead serious face.

"Huh?" You look confused back at him.

"If you want it so bad, then say it. Say that you want my dick, right here and right now."

He smirks.

"I’m not saying that." You refuse to participate in his power play, clearly just a weak attempt at an ego boost.

"Fine, as you wish." He shrugs before pulling both of his fingers out of you.

You gasp slightly at the sudden feeling of emptiness, still clenching around nothing.

"Noo, Toji!"

You’re surprised by how whiny your voice just got, but even more bothered at the stunt he just pulled.

"C’mon y/n 'm not stupid… you’re drippin' wet and you’re sitting here with your nipples all puffy, yet you’re somehow too prideful to admit that you want me? Just say the word and I’ll make you feel good."

He laughs, amused by your stubbornness.

"Fine goddamn! I want you Toji, I need you.. please…" you pout, immediately feeling shame all over your body…

"That’s all I wanted to hear sweetheart."

Toji's smirk widens.

"But I need you to get off there, alright?"

He chuckles as you take his hand and hop off the kitchen island, not sure where this is going yet. Toji doesn’t hesitate and pulls your panties down to your knees, leaving you just in your skirt. He stands right behind you and kisses your bare shoulder, making sure you’re not uncomfortable by tracing over your waist.

"Stop teasing me Toji…"

You complain frustratedly.

"Alright sweet cheeks, bend over then."

You immediately do as he says, leaning your upper body over the island and feeling one of his hands trails from your leg up to your ass.

You can quietly hear the buckle of his belt opening before he opens the zipper of his pants.

His other hand grips around your waist and you hear a small groan coming from Toji.

The side of your face, and your tits are pressed against the cool marble of the island and your back is slightly arched when you feel a tiny kiss being pressed on your shoulder.

"Let me know when it’s too much okay?"

Toji whispers in your year.

You nod quickly, not wanting to wait anymore when there’s suddenly a hand pushes one of your legs further apart.

It doesn’t take long until you feel his tip splitting your folds and rubbing against your clit, just like his thumb did earlier.

Toji takes a moment before starting to use a little bit of pressure to push into you.

He smirks smugly at the desperate sounds you’re making, trying to take his full length on the first try.

"Woah woah, calm down."

He pulls out again, before doing same thing all over again.

You try to relax as much as you can, feeling his hand rub over your back.

"That’s it princess, let me in. You’ve almost done it." He says before pushing much further this time. You bite your lip, holding any sounds back from slipping through your teeth.

"That’s a good girl, there we go."

Toji's voice is much gentler than before.

He hums with every thrust, feeling your warm walls suck him in.

Your eyes begin to water at the intensity of pain and pleasure mixing and your entire body starts getting warmer. Toji’s hand trails from your back up to your head and grabs the back of your head by your hair as he begins moving smother and faster.

You’ve never been this filled before and something in your body is telling you that you won’t be able to be that filled for much longer either. It’s not until you feel Toji’s other hand playing with your clit that you actually have to moan out loud. You try everything you can to hold back but it’s impossible.

With his full length inside you, the feeling of his fingers on you’re by now fully sensitive clit and your nipples rubbing themselves sore and perky against the stone of your kitchen island you just can’t keep it in anymore.

Toji immediately knows you’re climaxing by your cramping legs and tightening hole.

"Why didn’t you say you were close?"

He looks amused at you.

"I’m sorry…" you try to catch your breath.

"Oh no you’re good doll, don’t worry."

He still hasn’t stopped moving his full length in and out of you.

"You think you can spread your legs further one more time?" He asks you gently.

You nod, doing as he says.

Toji doesn’t hesitate and makes you suck him in a few more times before you hear him groan once more.

"Mhmmm, I knew you could do it."

He speaks and you feel him release himself deep inside you.

"I knew you were my good girl"

Can’t believe it’s been over a year omfg, I wanna start posting more especially since I have so many drafts, but I just can’t seem to finish them. :/ feel free to send requests, maybe it’ll help me get over my writers block and actually motivate me. Ly and don’t forget to reblog! 💕

Bodyguard 💋

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!reader | MDNI

"C’mon princess, use your big girl words. I know you can… where’d that smart mouth go huh?"

Synopsis: You’re a famous model and Toji is your bodyguard who used to be a MMA Fighter.

Warnings: SMUTTY! Power imbalance (physically), power play, fingering, nipple play (reader has pierced nipples), usage of the word 'cunt', slight breeding?, no protection

Wc: 3,3k

Being a model was always stressful for you.

Since your first shoot as a teenager you never got to stay anywhere for a long time and the diets your personal trainer put you on were brutal. Now you’re 22, still young and still just as pretty as you were when you started in the industry.

"Y/n ’m not gonna say it again, put your damn phone away 'n answer me…" Your bodyguard Toji speaks with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face as he pushes the button to the elevator. His black shirt is hugging his muscles and the scar on his lips slightly shrinks because of the frown planted onto his lips.

"What?" You look up from your phone and walk inside the elevator once the door opens.

Toji follows you quickly and first presses one of the elevator button to close the doors and then the one to your penthouse.

"What do you mean 'What'?! Why’d you change my schedule without tellin' me? That was my shift tomorrow, I was assigned to you!"

It’s not easy for Toji to not raise his voice at you, but the thought of you going anywhere alone was ridiculous to him. He’s clearly aware of the fact that you’re somewhat of an authoritative person to him, but he’s not fully willing to accept that yet.

"I wanted Kento for tomorrow…" You shrug.

"Nanami?!" He looks stunned at you, not understanding how you could replace him with someone he thought was the most bland and stuck up guy he ever met.

"Yes, it’s just for one day. You work too much overtime anyways." The bell chimes to signal the elevator has arrived and the doors of the elevator open wide. You and Toji both walk out, heading to your door when suddenly he slightly pulls you back by your upper arm.

"Why would you give my shift to Nanami? I never said I wanted to work less." Toji's voice is calm but very strict. He’s looking directly into your eyes, making sure you understand that he’s genuinely upset about this.

"I have a red carpet event tomorrow..." You’re not intimidated by Toji, you’d never be but you don’t like when he’s grabbing you like that. It’s just reminding you of the fact that he’s much stronger compared to you. You know he used to be a professional MMA fighter and you enjoy asking him questions about his former occupation but having him display his power over you is probably what you disliked the most.

"So? I don’t mind goin' to a red carpet with you." Toji genuinely looks confused by now.

"It’s not one of those events. I want Kento to go with me cause he’s a bit more suitable, that’s it."

You don’t care that your response sounded slightly dismissive since you were never scared to challenge Toji anyways.

He lets out an offended scoff at your comment.

"You think he’s more suitable than me? What’s that supposed to mean? I ain’t good enough to do my own goddamn job no more just cause I don’t got a stick up my ass, is that what you’re implying?!" He crosses his arms again, giving you another small glare.

"That’s not what I’m saying Toji, but this is a really big event and you don’t even wear suits…"

Your voice is slightly quieter than before, you still know there’s nothing to be scared of cause Toji would never do anything to you, but you don’t appreciate his sudden change in tone.

"Oh yeah? What do you think I am, some caveman? I can put on a suit and wear a tie if that’s what you want!" Obviously Toji noticed your reaction to him raising his voice a bit, so he quickly makes sure to be more soft spoken with you. His grip around your upper arm loosens and wanders up to your shoulder where his hand rests while his thumb slowly rubs your soft skin.

"You wanna tell me you’ll slick your hair back, wear a tie and let my make up team cover your scar?" You ask skeptically as you get the key to your door and unlock it.

"My scar?" Toji ask’s flabbergasted.

You nod as you walk inside and let him follow you in.

"What’s wrong with my scar?"

It’s not like he was ever insecure about any scars on his body, not even the one on his face but you implying he needed to cover it to be suitable didn’t sit right with him.

"Nothings wrong with it…"

You take off your jacket and throw it on the coat hanger next to the door, leaving you in your tight fitting top.

"I just don’t want them to think anything."

You say before taking your heels off ass well.

Toji would like to protest against your suggestion but he can't help but admire your figure for a moment, his eyes quickly trailing over your body, pausing briefly at your pierced nipples poking through your top before returning to your face.

"'m not trying to argue with you y/n."

He lets out a deep sigh.

"We’re not arguing Toji, I’m just asking you if you’re willing to do what I ask you for. I can always ask Kento." You say.

Despite the fact that you weren’t born rich and you like to believe that you’re quite humble you still show a bit of attitude sometimes.

Toji can do nothing but raise an eyebrow at you.

"Alright, I’ll cover my scar as well…"

He gives in.

"Good, you can go ahead and finish work for today then." A tired yawn slips of your lips.

"You just got home and you’re already trying to kick me out before I even get the chance to make sure you eat?" Toji lets out an amused snort at your comment.

"It’s not your job to watch me eat.."

At this point you’re just tired and ready to take a shower and go to bed.

"My job is looking out for you, no matter where. And when I think of the bullshit your personal trainer is puttin' you on, I think it’s better to keep an eye on your diet."

Toji chuckles.

"You don’t know anything about diets Toji…"

It’s not like you’re trying to provoke him on purpose, but it’s not just him that had a long day. You never liked explaining yourself or justifying your actions, unfortunately with Toji by your side that’s something you have to do a lot.

"I don’t know anything about diets? Sweetheart I had to maintain my body mass for years straight back when I was fighting, I think I know a lot more about dieting and nutrition than you do. So do me a favor and go eat something, yeah?" He gives you a slight pat on your lower back as you sigh and make your way over to the kitchen, thinking that giving in might be the only way he’s going to stop bothering you.

"You wanna eat something too?"

You ask Toji when opening your fridge.

You can hear him humming deeply before also walking into the kitchen and standing right behind you.

"No thank you… "

Both of his hands make their way to your shoulder before slowly dragging his warm palms down your skin. He’s gently rubbing over your upper arms while you look at the mostly old things in your half empty fridge. You really should’ve thought of sending someone grocery shopping for this week.

"You’re really cold doll…" Toji says, not happy about the observation he just made.

"I don’t feel cold." You shrug.

"Are you sure?" His hands travel to your ribs.

"Mhm.." you hum as you go reach for the bowl with the leftover fruit salad from the night before.

"What’s that? Don’t you want a sandwich or something?" He looks at the bowl skeptically.

"I don’t even have bread here Toji."

Your eyes roll yet again almost automatically.

"And thats the best you could find?"

He lifts you up and sits you down right on the kitchen island before getting a fork and handing it to you.

"I’ll leave once you’re finished."

He says as he leans against the sink across from you.

"You don’t have to." You mumble while carefully picking all the strawberries in bowl first since they were your favorite.

"I don’t have to? Five minutes ago you were practically beggin' for me to go home."

He snorts and looks at you with a small smirk.

"I was just mad cause you were pissing me off.."

You continue eating. You usually never minded any of your bodyguards being around you but Toji had a tendency of getting on your nerves.

It always seemed like he couldn’t accept that he won’t be able to always be in control.

"I was huh?" He chuckles. "Let’s hope you’ll still be able to sleep tonight." He says sarcastically.

His hand gently brushes some of your hair out off your face before gently grabbing your jaw and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

Your eyes naturally look directly back at him, hesitating before removing his hand from your face, making him chuckle.

"I’ll be fine, let’s hope you don’t lose your job though." You answer just as snarky as he did.

"Is that a threat?" His smirk widens and his eyebrow rises quickly.

"You like testing me, don’t you?"

Toji leans in just slightly, his voice a low and steady.

Your breath hitches just for a second, but you quickly recover, poking him in his stomach with your right index finger.

Toji gently removes your hand from his stomach and laughs as he places it in the middle of his chest, putting his hand right over it to secure it.

"You think way too highly of yourself."

You shake your head in disbelief with a light smile on your lips, trying to pull your hand back to reach for the fork but Toji's grip is too tight.

Your heart skips a beat as his hand holds yours in place, but you keep your expression neutral, refusing to let him see the effect it’s having on you.

"Y’know what, maybe you should go home now."

You chuckle.

"'s too late for that now brat. You know what’s comin' now."

Toji’s eyes linger over your figure, a sly grin spreading across his face as he chuckles again.

"Nuh-uh.." you shake your head, trying to push him back with the hand that’s resting on his chest as he uses the hand that isn’t holding yours in place to wrap it around your waist.

He slips a finger between the soft fabric of your top and your warm skin, making your top lift slightly.

"What’s wrong princess? You don’t wanna play anymore?" He challenges you, letting go of your hand to wrap his other hand around your waist as well.

"You didn’t think all that teasing wouldn’t do anythin' to me now did you?"

He continues lifting your shirt, leaving you too stunned to speak. The palms of your hands are getting warmer and warmer and despite only you noticing it, you’re heart beat is starting to get faster as well.

Your breath stops for a second when he pulls your top right over your head and leaves you topless. Toji couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your pierced nipples hardening once they were exposed to the cold air.

"That’s a pretty girl."

He grins. As a model getting called pretty is like calling a bodybuilder strong or a scientist smart. It’s something that occurs often and usually it’s what people tell you when they first meet you, yet it feels like a genuine compliment coming from Toji. You can’t help but stare directly in his face, still silenced by his sudden actions.

Once realization hits you, you try to cover you chest but Toji quickly puts your arms back down.

"You don’t wanna let me see you?" He says in an almost mocking tone, slightly pouting with the same look on his face that he uses to make fun of you when you’re mad at him.

"C’mon princess, use your big girl words. I know you can… where’d that smart mouth go huh?"

His hands rest on your thighs, slowly making their way to the hem of your mini skirt.

"Toji…" Is all you manage to say in a quiet unsure tone before wrapping your arms around his neck.

You’d be lying if you said that Toji and you weren’t always dancing around that fine line of work and personal relationship, but despite some wandering hands here and there or a few flirty remarks on the side you never thought he’d take it this far.

It was easy to tell that you were attracted to Toji to say the least, but you still told everyone including your manager that you had no interest in him whatsoever.

Toji softly kisses your forehead as he spreads your legs further apart and lifts your skirt.

He smiles warmly at you as he traces around the hem of your panties before pushing the fabric to the side and gently rubbing his warm thumb against your clit.

Your body instantly reacts by flinching at the intense feeling, making Toji chuckle.

"It’s okay sweetheart, relax." He whispers, moving the other hand up to your still hardened nipples before tugging one.

His other hand keeps moving his thumb against your now swollen clit, making you grip harder into his shoulder.

As your core slowly begins to get wet he uses his index and middle finger to press against your entrance, leaving you gasping once he enters you.

"Atta girl." He looks proudly at you.

You use both of your hands to support your weight by leaning onto your palms and tilting your head back.

Toji slowly begins kissing your neck with both of his fingers still pushed deep into your cunt and his other hand toying with your nipple.

He trails his kisses further down to your chest before latching onto the other one, gently wrapping his tongue around it.

You can’t help but want more, you just need to feel more of him. You unconsciously start moving your hips more towards his hand in hopes of getting to feel more of his fingers but Toji quickly catches on to that.

He lightly catches your nipple between his teeth, making you stop your movements as he gives it a last rub with the tip of his tongue before letting go of it.

You whine when he stops, clearly not happy about his sudden halt.

"You want more princess?"

He grins, feeling you suck his fingers greedily deeper into you.

You nod at his question, sitting up straight to look at him and rub against the bulge in his pants.

"Say it.." He looks at you with a dead serious face.

"Huh?" You look confused back at him.

"If you want it so bad, then say it. Say that you want my dick, right here and right now."

He smirks.

"I’m not saying that." You refuse to participate in his power play, clearly just a weak attempt at an ego boost.

"Fine, as you wish." He shrugs before pulling both of his fingers out of you.

You gasp slightly at the sudden feeling of emptiness, still clenching around nothing.

"Noo, Toji!"

You’re surprised by how whiny your voice just got, but even more bothered at the stunt he just pulled.

"C’mon y/n 'm not stupid… you’re drippin' wet and you’re sitting here with your nipples all puffy, yet you’re somehow too prideful to admit that you want me? Just say the word and I’ll make you feel good."

He laughs, amused by your stubbornness.

"Fine goddamn! I want you Toji, I need you.. please…" you pout, immediately feeling shame all over your body…

"That’s all I wanted to hear sweetheart."

Toji's smirk widens.

"But I need you to get off there, alright?"

He chuckles as you take his hand and hop off the kitchen island, not sure where this is going yet. Toji doesn’t hesitate and pulls your panties down to your knees, leaving you just in your skirt. He stands right behind you and kisses your bare shoulder, making sure you’re not uncomfortable by tracing over your waist.

"Stop teasing me Toji…"

You complain frustratedly.

"Alright sweet cheeks, bend over then."

You immediately do as he says, leaning your upper body over the island and feeling one of his hands trails from your leg up to your ass.

You can quietly hear the buckle of his belt opening before he opens the zipper of his pants.

His other hand grips around your waist and you hear a small groan coming from Toji.

The side of your face, and your tits are pressed against the cool marble of the island and your back is slightly arched when you feel a tiny kiss being pressed on your shoulder.

"Let me know when it’s too much okay?"

Toji whispers in your year.

You nod quickly, not wanting to wait anymore when there’s suddenly a hand pushes one of your legs further apart.

It doesn’t take long until you feel his tip splitting your folds and rubbing against your clit, just like his thumb did earlier.

Toji takes a moment before starting to use a little bit of pressure to push into you.

He smirks smugly at the desperate sounds you’re making, trying to take his full length on the first try.

"Woah woah, calm down."

He pulls out again, before doing same thing all over again.

You try to relax as much as you can, feeling his hand rub over your back.

"That’s it princess, let me in. You’ve almost done it." He says before pushing much further this time. You bite your lip, holding any sounds back from slipping through your teeth.

"That’s a good girl, there we go."

Toji's voice is much gentler than before.

He hums with every thrust, feeling your warm walls suck him in.

Your eyes begin to water at the intensity of pain and pleasure mixing and your entire body starts getting warmer. Toji’s hand trails from your back up to your head and grabs the back of your head by your hair as he begins moving smother and faster.

You’ve never been this filled before and something in your body is telling you that you won’t be able to be that filled for much longer either. It’s not until you feel Toji’s other hand playing with your clit that you actually have to moan out loud. You try everything you can to hold back but it’s impossible.

With his full length inside you, the feeling of his fingers on you’re by now fully sensitive clit and your nipples rubbing themselves sore and perky against the stone of your kitchen island you just can’t keep it in anymore.

Toji immediately knows you’re climaxing by your cramping legs and tightening hole.

"Why didn’t you say you were close?"

He looks amused at you.

"I’m sorry…" you try to catch your breath.

"Oh no you’re good doll, don’t worry."

He still hasn’t stopped moving his full length in and out of you.

"You think you can spread your legs further one more time?" He asks you gently.

You nod, doing as he says.

Toji doesn’t hesitate and makes you suck him in a few more times before you hear him groan once more.

"Mhmmm, I knew you could do it."

He speaks and you feel him release himself deep inside you.

"I knew you were my good girl"

Can’t believe it’s been over a year omfg, I wanna start posting more especially since I have so many drafts, but I just can’t seem to finish them. :/ feel free to send requests, maybe it’ll help me get over my writers block and actually motivate me. Ly and don’t forget to reblog! 💕

"What Morals?"

Well, well, well. Look what we have here? Two horny bitches with other responsibilities they could be doing.

This is my first piece of published smut in damn near a decade (who gave me internet access at 13?) so please leave any comments or suggestions about this

Pairing: Sukuna x Black!fem!OC (Its also x Reader but I have thing about needing a name to write so, self-insert if you squint)

Rating: R/NSFW (or SFW, if you're a veteran) MINORS DNI

Warning: Dacyphilia, degradation, menton of blood, slight breeding kink, Sukuna being Sukuna

“Loki is so hot,” Neev stated, their eyes squinted to see the fictional villain stab a person in the eye. They had chosen to recline in the cartoonishly large beanbag chair instead of sitting on the sofa with the rest of the group. The bottleneck of their choice of alcohol was held loosely by calloused fingers.

“Um… I guess. But I don't know if this is the right movie to confess your attraction.” Luna responded. Her eyes were closed as she tried to fight the nausea of eating too many chips in one sitting. Her feet were propped up in Bunny’s lap, taking most of the space on the sofa. Bunny had thrown a whole tantrum about equal sofa space but soon gave up when it was clear Luna didn’t give a fuck. “Not the actual bad guy?”

“I see it.” Bunny mumbled. Luna rolled her eyes and waited for Neev to answer.

“No, I meant Loki. I’m a slut for villains. I thought we all knew this.”Neev waved the drink in the air to emphasize their point.

“But he’s a villain. He killed like 80 people in two days. Look! They just said it. And he’s crazy.”

“Okay, and? I like crazy. And those were mostly white people he killed, so I can look past it.” Bunny huffed out a laugh as her friends went back and forth. It’s been a while since the gang all got together and argued about stupid shit. They all had their own lives and problems that kept them separated. It was nice to hang out like old times. “Am I right, Bunny? Or am I right?”

She wasn’t paying attention and had to ask them to repeat themselves. “The bad guys are always the sexiest.”

Before she could answer, Luna chimed in. “No, you’re just a freak.”

“At least I’m not the bitch that wanted to fuck Jasper Cullen. He was a confederate soldier.” They shot back. Luna blew a raspberry and paused the movie. Bunny leaned forward, letting her sofa-mate drop her feet to properly argue.

“That was not his fault. Stupid bitch didn’t have to write him like that.”

“There’s only one thing worse than a fangbanger.” Bunny started, mock seriousness coloring her tone. Looking over solemnly at Luna, she continued. “A fangbanger in denial.”

“Or a fangbanger that wants to bang the only type of vampires without fangs.” Neev teased, but they weren’t done. “Luna gonna be walking around here with a whole teeth mark.”

Luna fumed. Knowing she was no match for Neev, she turned her attention to the silent member that had no issue laughing at her. “You can’t be the only one not sharing, Bunny. Neev wants Loki, I want Jasper, who’s your secret crush?”

“It’s no secret that I want Sukuna to break me in half,” Bunny confessed. The outcry she received did nothing to deter her. “He is hot, he has four arms and a tongue on his stomach. Need I say more?”

“Bitch, yes! That’s a fucking damn demon your want to fuck. Neev’s sick in the head, we all knew that. You might be a lost cause.”

“Especially since Nanami is right there! Literally. Luna, turn on the show because I don’t see what Bunny is talking about.” Neev directed. In a few clicks, the trio had Jujutsu Kaisen on the screen, the opening song blasting in the small living room.

After a few episodes, Neev contested that they could see how Bunny would find that attractive. Luna remained unmoved, instead, pointing out every other attractive character.

“He’s a demon sorcerer. The demon sorcerer. Where are your morals?” Luna prodded. Bunny leaned back and sunk lower into the plush of the sofa, and shrugged.

“What morals?”

It was later, after catching the last train ride of the night back to her side of town when Bunny thought about her fictional crush for the second time that night. It wasn’t her fault, she thought, that he was so appealing. She remembered the first time she sat down to watch the show, after weeks of Luna pushing her to do so because she was the only one who hadn’t. The first time she saw him with those dark lines tattooed on his face and a sinister grin, she was a goner. Bunny watched the entire show in a night, and after a couple of drinks bought a customized blanket with the two-dimensional man’s face on it. It was one of her more embarrassing purchases.

She entered her apartment with little fuss. Remove her shoes, check. Remove her jacket, check. Take a couple of pain pills before her shower, check. Nightly hygiene, check. In no time, she was in her large bed and covered in her heavy blankets to fight off the chill still in the air. When five minutes went by and she still felt the cold seeping into her bones, she blindly grabbed the blanket she kept at the foot of her bed. Much better. Her eyes closed and her breathing slowed, Bunny found herself submerged in her dreamscape.

Her dreamscape was the pit of hell with random skulls strewn about and stained red. The smell of copper and rust hung in the air, unsettling her stomach. What type of dream is this, she mused. Was this that lucid dreaming Neev loved to talk about?

“There she is! There’s the little whore with no morals who sleeps with the image of my face covering her!” Her body jolted in shock. Upon a pile of bones and rotting carcasses was a chair, no a throne. It was a throne fit for a king or higher being, black and sleek with dark jewels embedded into the structure. “I heard you call for me all night, pet. At first, it was annoying but then you began to intrigue me. Not many women openly admit to wanting to ride my second tongue.”

“Sukuna..” Bunny couldn’t believe her eyes. He had the same tattoos, the same cocky grin, the same undercut with pink tufts of hair at the top. It could only be one person. But how could that be? It had to be a dream, there’s no way she was getting demeaned by a fictional character. And yet.

Her surroundings warped around her and suddenly Bunny was on her knees in front of his throne. Her pupils were blown wide open, disbelief still stuck on her face. Her lips felt dry from the stifling heat that was a part of his domain’s aesthetic. His four eyes stared her down. She felt like prey.

“Let’s not waste time. It’s been so long since I had a proper whore on her knees. The brat I’m stuck in doesn’t think fucking is a priority of his.” From her view, he looked so much bigger than she imagined. He wasn’t in full form like the manga showed in a couple of chapters, probably because his teenage host has yet to eat enough fingers. Bunny felt like she could stare at him all day not get tired. “Oh? Was I unlucky enough to pick a brainless bitch? Doesn’t matter. Even the stupid can be taught to open their mouths for their betters.”

Her head whipped to the side before the pain settled in from being slapped by his right hand. Her face felt nothing but the stinging sensation of being hit like that. She had to blink back tears before any began to fall over her waterline. The demon sorcerer did not care about her and the fact was made clear when he slapped her opposite cheek just as hard. This time her mouth opened to let out a scream of pain. Ow…”

“You think I have time for you to toy with me woman?” Bunny opened her mouth to ask when exactly has she toyed with him, but fingers from one hand clenched at her jaw to keep it open and her words silent. “I’m not yet at full power. My cursed energy will run out and you’ll be sent home. There’s no time to play this game of yours. Open your mouth, now.”

Bunny obeyed without question, widening her mouth with his hand keeping her grip. His lower eyes squinted in joy. “There you go, woman. Open it wider for your master.”

“Sukuna…” plush lips whispered. Bunny opened her mouth to the fullest extent, enough she feared her jaw would dislocate, and let her tongue peek out in invitation. Sukuna groaned, pleased with the view he was seeing. He dug his black nails into her flesh, just enough to see a bead of blood on her brown skin.

“Perfect.” Bunny watched with anticipation as her ‘master’ disrobed himself. His kimono made its home on the throne as Sukuna began to stroke himself. Her eyes widened when the second pair of arms became visible. He was a menace with just two hands, she wondered if she’s in over her head. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

He filled her mouth in one second. He was thick, barely giving Bunny any room to move her tongue around his flesh. An unlucky person would be gagging around him as the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat.

“No choking? How many cocks have you sucked to get rid of that reflex?” She wanted to answer that it was a childhood surgery that took her gag reflex, but something deep inside told her he wouldn’t care. Sukuna pushed himself deeper into her mouth until her nose met the hairs of his crotch. He then placed a hand around her neck and squeezed. “There’s always suffocation though.”

Maybe Luna was right, Bunny wondered as the demon sorcerer began a rough pace of forcing her head to bob around his flesh. It was easier for her to just have her mouth open and let him move her as he pleased. She felt like a mere toy for his amusement. From his throne, two pairs of red eyes watched with lust as her spit bathed his cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he derived so much pleasure from a woman’s mouth. Sukuna’s lower arms began to move, one going to pet her hair like she was a prized possession and the other roaming down her body to grope at her covered skin. Anger flashed through him and he yanked her head back. “I’m such a barbarian. Here I am, about to fill that pretty throat of yours while you still have clothes on.” Snatching her up from the floor of bones, he settled his prize in his lap, his sharp nails making quick work of her sleepwear. A hand moved to her head and that’s when Bunny had enough.

“Wait, not my scarf! It was a gift!” She pleaded, voice hoarse and throat sore from the facefuck she received. Keeping eye contact, Bunny reached up to untie the scarf on her hair and place it next to her shredded clothing. It was like meeting the gaze of an apex predator and trying to not gain its interest. Too late for her.

“Maybe there is a god if out of all the women in this world, I got the sexiest one alive. Move forward, woman. Let your master taste your pretty tits.” His command once again compelled her to obey. Her nude form shifted forward on his lap, his hard cock caressing the underside of her ass. His tongue already had drool dripping from the tip and Bunny wanted nothing more than to take the fluid into her mouth to taste. She leaned back slightly and arched her spine to offer her uncovered breasts, her nipples already hard and begging to be licked.

“Ah, Sukuna…” Moans fell out her mouth like prayer. His tongue moved with dexterity she’s never experienced before. The curse only moaned and took more of her tit in her mouth. Raising a hand to her neglected side, Sukuna added to her pleasure with the emergence of his second mouth on the palm, its tongue just as eager as the other. Bunny’s thighs straddled his crotch, moving her hips to reach greater heights of pleasure. “Yes, Sukuna! More, please.”

“Prideless whores are the best. You have no issue begging at your master like a pet, no desire to hide your lust. Whores like you are one of the few things I miss about humankind.” He said after ripping his lips away from her tantalizing flesh. Never has he tasted a human so sweet and soft. Something in him begged for more. More room, more time, more of her. “Hold on Little Bunny.”

Bunny listened and clamped her arms around his right ones and held tight as her surroundings once again warped around them, this time they were in a bedroom. She’d never seen this in the anime, but this was his innate domain after all. This entire world was influenced by his desires and energy, it’s not impossible for him to be able to do this. She gasped as his second hand nipped harshly at her breast, letting go of his arms in shock. He took the opportunity to shake her off him. Bunny fell on the bed, cool silk sheets caressing her overheated brown skin.

Her eyes trailed him as he stood in front of her. “There’s so much I want to do to you, Little Bunny. I don’t know where to start…”

“What do you want to do most? You can bring me back, right?” Bunny asked as her acrylic nails trailed her plush frame. She kept eye contact as she rubbed on her thighs, displaying her wetness. “I still think this is a dream but I don't want you any less. Let me serve you, Master. You haven’t had a woman in a thousand years? Let me be your reintroduction to sexual pleasure.”

She moved her body like a vixen, enticing the demon sorcerer to get on the bed and contort her body to his liking. Sukuna had her on her back with her legs open to fit him between her thighs. His mind was still overwhelmed with images and ideas of what he could do to her. He wanted his prize to keep sucking him off, to bleed all over his sheets, to beg for more and mercy. Most of all, sukuna wanted her to cry.

Bunny moaned when just one of his hands caught both of hers and yanked them above her head. Another pinned her hips to the bed. He let his remaining limbs pinch and toy with the nerves all over her body. His name left her dewy lips like a prayer when he returned his mouth to her breast. He seemed set on burying his head in her cleavage for the foreseeable future, surprising her when she felt his second tongue emerge on his stomach, perfectly aligned with her dripping cunt. Although she wanted nothing more than to buck her hips to get more of the muscle on her flesh, the hand on her hip did too good of a job keeping her restrained. Two of his hands moved to cup her asscheeks. After a painful squeeze, the hands proceeded to spread the globes of fat apart, giving the tongue more room to play. “Oh, God.”

“Yes, I am your God.” He muttered into her breasts. His sharp teeth were leaving bite marks on her chest. “You taste so good. Never had a whore with a cunt this wet.” He added, his point being driven home by his second tongue dive into her tight hole. The stretch made Bunny tear up, which did not go unnoticed by Sukuna. More, he needed more.

The sound of something breaking caught Bunny’s attention. She opened her eyes to see the tip of a black nail dropping onto her neck. “Whaa?”

“You want me to stab you, woman? I’m not usually so kind to my food.” Bunny whimpered. The hand with the missing nail smushed her cheeks together as he smiled at her. She could almost believe he wasn’t the famed king of curses with a smile like that. His expression turned menacing. His hand left her face with a quick slap, then diving between their two bodies, he was on a mission to see more tears. “So wet, pet. All for me? All for your master?”

The short-nailed finger began a brutal assault on her clit. The bundle of nerves was rolled, flicked, pinched, yanked, and tickled all while his lower set of eyes watched. His second mouth and her arousal provided more than enough slickness for him to toy with her. His primary eyes watched her face for cues, waiting for the sign of tears. Bunny delivered without delay. “Yes, all for you-ah! Sukuna!”

“Cry some more for me. Beg me.”

“Please, please, master…”Her mouth opened to plead for mercy. His finger and tongue worked in unison to build her orgasm quickly. The sloppy movement provided background music, the squelching and slurps filling the room with erotic noise. When the tip of his second tongue reached the wall of her cervix, Bunny lost all control of her lower body. Pastel pink nails dug into the demon’s flesh, who in return caught both nipples in his primary mouth and yanked.

The King of curses growled at the screaming woman, her cunt attempting to milk his tongue. Her walls did little to effectively push out the muscle, allowing Sukuna to slurp her juices directly from the source. His cock ached to feel the tightness of a woman again. Releasing her peaks, Sukuna checked to see how many tears she produced.

“Yes, yes! Feel so good. Can’t wait for you to fuck me,” Bunny babbled, the pleasure nearing pain since he refused to stop moving the finger that has been working her clit and tongue still inside her. Cracking her eyelids open, the human woman was greeted by the unimpressed face of Sukuna.

“Not enough.” Before she could utter a letter, one of his hands grabbed around her throat and squeezed. “I need more tears, little Bunny. Your god demands more.” As he spoke, his second tongue slipped out her channel and laved her flesh from clit to asshole with the hand keeping her lower lips spread. Every so often the tip would nudge at her tight hole, teasing her for something more. Sukuna hiked her legs up until her thighs were parallel with her torso.

“This is what I wanted. A sobbing whore begging for me.” And his words were true. Bunny openly wept as her stimulation heightened, she never truly got to come down from her first orgasm. Her muscles spasmed and she felt lightheaded as Sukuna played with her as he pleased, hand still firmly cutting off her air supply. “Still want my cock, little Bunny? Look at it.”

Her vision, though blurry, took in the sight of his hardened cock, which had been dribbling precum on one of her thighs while the tongue worked her. It was large, comparable to Sukuna’s forearm, and Bunny wanted every inch inside of her. Fresh tears leaked out and she bucked with all her might, lust tainting every brain cell she owned. “Ple..”

“What are you saying? Speak up, woman!” Sukuna licked the bottom of his sharp teeth. Never in his life has he seen one woman look as debauched as Bunny did. The mess they’ve created was on par with the orgies he used to command. Her pretty skin had been marked to hell, claws and teeth marks leaving red welts in their wake.

He needed more. Nothing was better than a prideless whore, except for an insatiable prideless whore. He wanted Bunny, his little human, at his feet for the rest of her short lifetime. He wanted her mouth on his cock, servicing him while he sat on his throne of skeletons. Sukuna wanted her crying and begging in his ear as he bounced her plush frame in his lap, forcing her cunt to take his cock until she broke.

“Please, Master! Fuck me, Please, God” Her voice harped and the curse smirked. He watched his second tongue kiss her drenched pussy then disappear behind closed lips. This allowed his heavy cock to take the spotlight, the sight making Bunny moan and buck. Clenching her throat, Sukuna waited for her to calm down.”Please, please Sukuna. Want you so bad.”

“Mm, your prayer needs some work but don’t worry little Bunny,” He stopped himself from groaning, his cock was being suffocated by her cunt as he tried to get the first inch in. She felt tighter now than she did earlier on his tongue. Easing the rest of his flesh in until the head kissed her cervix, he was serenaded by the most beautiful cry he’d ever heard. “Don’t worry, little Bunny. Your god will teach you how to properly pray.”

His first few thrusts were gentler than Bunny expected. His cock split her in half and put her womb in danger with every thrust. The vulgar sound of her sex getting fucked filled the room, more intense than when he was using his tongue. Just when the woman felt confident enough to move her hips to the curse’s rhythm, he picked up his pace. Her nails pressed into his skin again and Bunny quickly became overwhelmed

“You sound so good, moaning over my cock. Let me hear more.” Sukuna grunted. The hand on her throat moved from a chokehold to caressing the back of her head. Her breasts jiggled with every movement, he could feel the saliva in his mouth collecting at the thought of stuffing his face full of her flesh. “Proper whores say thank you to their god. Where are my praises?”

Every drag of his cock against her wall sent Bunny closer and closer. Her ears could barely pick up his commands, too full of the sound of her heart thudding. “Answer your god, woman.”

“Thank you, thank you Sukuna, feel so good, so big, thank you, master, god,” She spoke from the heart, that Sukuna could tell. Her words filled him with pride and powered his unrelenting pace until her breath hitched and her body seized as Bunny’s second climax crashed into her. Her tears were falling with new speed, hiccups left her throat and her hands, adorned with those fake claws of hers, dragged down his biceps. Sukuna grunted at the tight fit he was forced to work with. A lesser being would be forced out but he stood his ground, filling Bunny with every inch he had.

“I know exactly what you taste like, but let’s see if anything changed since then” She couldn’t comprehend what Sukuna was talking about, her mind had gone offline after her second orgasm. Only when the reemergence of his second mouth in the middle of his palm, did Bunny understand.

“Sukuna!” She yelped but the mouth did not relent its assault, the rough tongue taking extra time to suckle on her clit on its journey to her cunt. She could not see what he could, and that was a shame for Sukuna had twice as many eyes as Bunny and could see the obscenity of her drooling cunt, still getting pounded by his tough flesh, receive new stimulation via the second mouth. It nipped at her labia and licked at the ring of cream forming around Sukuna’s base. “Too much! I’m gonna cum!”

“Good. I was getting thirsty.” Bunny could only moan and close her eyes, only to be slapped back to reality. “You close your eyes while your God blesses you? Ungrateful whore.” Sukuna moved his hand higher to her clit and was rewarded by high-pitched squeals and the release of more slick.

“Too sensitive, Sukuna.” She babbled but did not protest when he sunk his cock in and stayed stationary.

“Should I kill you now then? If you can longer serve me, I have no use for you.” His question was met with a tearful apology and feminine hands gripping his shoulders in sorrow. The releasing of her legs from their position only caused more panic, Bunny clutching tighter to his flesh, even her pussy clamped down. Suppressing a moan, Sukuna tugged her arms off, sending his human into deeper hysterics. There was nothing better than an insatiable prideless whore, except a desperate, insatiable, prideless whore.

“Shut up, woman.” And there was silence, all except for the little whines Bunny couldn’t keep in. Sukuna stared her down with all four eyes, only connected by his painfully erect cock still buried in her. “Yes, I know what to do now. I won’t kill you…”

“Thank you, thank you, god. I-” Her gratitude had to be cut short to let out another lustful moan. The King of Curses had shifted their bodies, with Bunny settled nicely in his lap. “Sukuna…”

The last syllable of his name dragged out her mouth but it did not register. His eyes swept over her form, his vision now a reality, sans the throne of skeletons. “Little Bunny, I haven’t spilled my seed yet. Satisfy me and I’ll let you live.”

“Yes, I can, I will, I...I want you to cum in me.” Sukuna chuckled at her declaration, his human was drunk off the euphoria his cock gave her. The mess from her crotch slid down his flesh until it reached the already wet bedding. He figured he had enough energy to keep her with him for a couple more hours. He willed the bed under them into a chair for him to recline into.

“Let’s see you try, woman.” Sukuna can’t remember the last time he had a release. It took time to get him to the breaking point, time people did not use wisely and were killed for wasting. The curse hadn’t decided if he really would kill the woman in his lap, a part of him found her addictive. Slapping both her asscheeks, Sukuna growled. “Hurry up.”

Bunny took to her task with speed, after flexing her hips and cautiously draping her arms over his for support, she rose off his length until the tip was all that remained inside her. After a beat to collect herself, Bunny dropped back down, Sukuna grunting quietly as the warmth of her cunt embraced him. She let out her own noises, praises, and ramblings about how good he felt inside her while finding a rhythm that aligned with her goal. Then she set off.

Red eyes followed her every move, lingering on her chest to watch the delicious fat bounce. Even though this was supposed to be about him, Bunny found her pleasure quickly. Her head fell back and her hands clutched at the tendons over his clavicle. Four palms itched to tug and grasp her flesh but Sukuna refrained. He settled for mocking the human riding him.

“This is all you can do for your god?”

“Can’t go any faster? Scared I’ll break that cunt.”

“I said to satisfy me, yet you’ve already given in to your lust.” His voice strained when Bunny came on his cock for the third time that night. She batted her eyes and leaned forward, ignoring his curious expression to bite along his neck, her balance wobbling from loss of concentration. “Oh, careful, Little Bunny…”

Her manicured hands traveled down his shoulder to his chest, circling her index finger around his soft nipples, her hips in sync with the movement. Sukuna cursed with each swivel her hips did, his volume low until she ground slowly against his crotch.

“Sukuna, please,”

“Already begging for mercy. Pathetic-” Bunny’s plush lips colliding into his. Her finger tugged on his peak until it hardened, her mouth swallowed the groan she caused. Her pace slowed to grinding and Bunny took this time to deepen her kiss with the curse, whimpering into it when he bit her lip.

“I need more,” the woman above him uttered into his mouth. Sukuna hummed when she pulled back briefly. Her hand moved from his chest to one of his hands, dragging it to splay along her hip to the middle of an asscheek. “Squeeze me, please, master.”

“So desperate,” Sukuna grunted, following direction and getting rewarded with another kiss. “You’re supposed to be sat-

“More! Need more, Master.” Hazy eyes met his primary ones when Bunny leaned back again. Her hips stilled. He watched his human guide another one of his hands to her chest, the next to her knee, the final one to her face. Never in his years has Sukuna experienced this. Apparently, there was something better than a desperate, insatiable, prideless whore. A bold one.

Bunny struggled to lift her cunt off his flesh, her thighs finally giving out. Brown eyes shone with tears as she begged.

“Please, help me. M’so close Daddy.” His breathing stopped at this new title. Sukuna grew curious, but Bunny paid no mind. “Please help me, need to come. Wanna make you come, Daddy.” Her wish was granted.

Sukuna used the arms already attached to her lower half to start them off. Soon, Bunny’s moans had returned to their desperate pitch. His insults mixed in and together they harmonized.

“Prideless whore, can’t do anything for yourself, Little Bunny.”

“Need your god to help you? Your daddy?”

“Who do you think you are? Nothing more than a whore, a hole for me to fuck. You need me,”

“Never had a whore so stupid and desperate. You’d let any sorceror fuck you, wouldn’t you?”

Bunny could do nothing but weep and take everything he gave to her. Every rise and drop of her hips brought pleasure, every nudge against her cervix brought nirvana. She reached ecstasy for the fourth time when Sukuna pointed out he could see his cock fill her stomach.

“Again? So easy to please, little Bunny.” He taunted, breathing through his nose as her cunt clamped down on his cock. He could feel his body tensing, his balls filling with weight.

Bunny planted another kiss on the curse’s lips, followed by another, and another, until Sukuna grew tired and tilted her to lay on his shoulder. His ass jumped occasionally, desire to buck into her growing. Bunny babbled, a broken recorded set on repeating praises and begs to her new god.

“Shit, feel so good. A stupid whore might just make me come. You want that, woman?” Bunny nodded along, delirious with pleasure. “Want your god, your daddy, to fill you with seed.” Her hips ground against his, desperate for what he was offering. “Yea? That what you want? Pray to me.”

“Please, please, please Sukuna…”Bunny talked herself tongue-tied. Sukuna moaned at her endless prayer. His body could no longer refrain, bucking his cock as far as it could go into her plush body. A pause in her prayer to gasp, followed by those fake claws she wore digging into his skin. Her volume rose as did the sound of her gummy walls being penetrated.

“That’s it keep begging. Keep begging your god and I won’t kill you. Might even fuck a baby into you.” Her cunt clamped down again as did her teeth around his earlobe. His fingers strummed against her clit and a nipple, but his mouth kept moving. “Want that? Desperate whore, you want a cursed baby in your womb? Want to carry the heir of a king? Beg, beg and pray to me. I’ll give you what you want.”

“Want it, want it. Please master. Please, god. Please, daddy. Please, Sukuna…” His real name came out high-pitched as Bunny released again, spurring the curse into going faster and touching more.

“Find a way to keep you here, you’ll be my little mare. Sit at my feet, please me until you die.” Sukuna found himself on the edge of climax. His vision was filled with nothing but the human in his grasp, taking everything he had to give. “Look at us, Bunny. Look how well you take me. Beg for my seed. Beg to sit at my feet.”

She obeyed. Bunny’s brown eyes became glued to the mess between their legs. Most of that mess came from her, his second mouth contributed in the beginning. They were both covered in scratches and marks, though she seemed to be the only one with bruises.

“Please, come in me. Let me stay. Make me stay. Want you so much. I- I- close! Close! More, Sukuna, please.” Whatever he was about to say she would never know as her mouth found him again. Bunny was so close, nothing else mattered except the orgasm waiting at the horizon for her.

Sukuna felt her cunt beginning to constrict around him. He’s never came this fast with one person before, never felt pleasure this intense with a human. The King of Curses continued knocking against her cervix, moving her body with fever. Heat simmered under his skin, he could feel his cock twitching.

Sukuna deepened the kiss as the promise of pleasure crept closer and closer. He yearned to fill her cunt, fill her womb, and watch it drip out of her.

“Fuck!” Bunny cried out as her vision went white. She could pick up the sound of Sukuna grunting until her environment did a complete 180. She rode her orgasm anyway, noting it was less intense than she was expecting. Her eyes opened to darkness.

Sukuna was at heavens’ door, ready to fill his little Bunny with his cursed seed when her body blinked out of existence. His cock, which was just a second ago wrapped in the warmest, wettest piece of flesh he’d ever had, ached in the open air. Sukuna gaped, confused. His cock pitifully dribbled out drops of cum, and nothing else. Sukuna stared at his flesh in disbelief.

He ran out of cursed energy.

Bunny gasped back into the waking world and shot up in her bed. She was tucked under blankets with the fan on. The clock read 4:34 am. Was it a dream?

Moving to pull down the blankets, she hissed. Her everything hurt. With wide eyes she bolted out the bed, ignoring the pain to fumble her way to the bathroom. Flicking on the lights, Bunny stared her body down.

Marks and scratches everywhere. Bruises and puffed cheeks. Her hair, wild and without a scarf.

It wasn’t a dream.

How the fuck is she supposed to go to work like this?

“Don’t Be Shy”

God, I love posting teasers. I'm currently writing this but I wanted to share a bit before I post.

Rated R | Minors DNI

Gojo Satoru X Black!fem!OC

“Why don’t you go first?” Roni suggested to the frazzled girl. “Why are you struggling, you’ve said dirty shit before.”

“It wasn’t streamed before.” She answered and watched comments flood the screen. “I’m not embarrassed or anything yall. My nigga watching the stream and he’s gonna blow my phone up when I answer the question.” As soon as the words left her lush lips, the phone by her hand lit up like a Christmas tree. A quick look confirmed three messages were delivered and one was on the way.

Beansprout:

Is my pretty girl embarrassed on live?

What are you thinking about? That time in the elevator?

Don’t be shy, tell the whole world how good I fuck you in every position.

Is that why you can’t answer? You can’t decide. Let me help my pretty girl.

“Oo, what he say? Hey! PG’s man, why don’t you write in the chat for everyone to see?” Don said.

Beansprout:

That’s a good idea. I’ll tell everyone how pretty you look when I fuck you from behind in front of our bedroom mirror…

“Oh damn…” Bee mumbled, reading over a shaking shoulder, her eyes glued to the screen. “Yall, give her a minute. This nigga talking spicy in the messages right now.” Chaos sparked in the chat, comments stacking up at lightning speed. Don and Roni stifled their amusement. Taking a deep breath, PG looked dead at the camera lens and gave her answer.

3 Hours Before the Race

Rated R | Minors DNI

Series Masterlist

“How fast do you think it’ll go?” Bunny asked from outside the vehicle. Her eyes scanned the body of the tricked-out car in front of her. She didn’t know shit about cars. Something that drove her boyfriend crazy every time he tried to explain how he altered the engine or debated about switching tires. All Bunny knew was that the car in front of her was a menace in the streets that’s damn near impossible to beat, much like its owner.

“Fast enough to kick Gojo’s stupid ass.” Red eyes didn’t look away from the task at hand. One last examination to make sure every piece of the machine had been secured in place. When he was satisfied he stood up straight and reached for the towel to clean his hands. “M’gonna leave him in the dust. Make him wish he never fucked with me.”

“I can’t wait. I love seeing you race.” Bunny admitted, but after how long they’ve been together, it wasn’t a secret. Still, Sukuna smirked at her and motioned for her to walk towards her. He slammed the hood down and picked his girlfriend up to sit on top of the blood-red car. “Yes? Did you need something?”

His red eyes undressed her. She always wore the skimpiest shit when she wasn’t at work. It made focusing on his car a difficult job to do. But there were still enough benefits to even out the consequences.

“You didn’t think I forgot, did you? I can’t race a car I ain’t fucked you in.”

“I still think that’s bullshit. You’ve won in cars that didn’t have my cum soaked into the seats.”

“I lost the last race because I didn’t follow my ritual.” Bunny tossed her head back to laugh, pink butterfly locs swaying from the movement. He tugged on one to gain her attention, all the while his other hand began kneading her smooth brown thigh. “I’m serious.”

“You lost that race because that fucking organizer can’t see for shit. I saw you cross the line first but-” He interrupted her rant for a kiss. Her hands pulled on his black wife beater. Sukuna bit her lip and hissed when her sharp nails dug into his shoulders. Bunny pulled back to take off her shirt and looked at him with calculating eyes. “I guess there’s no harm in sticking to your stupid tradition.”

Sukuna let out a sharp laugh. She couldn’t resist him but refused to admit it. His large hands cupped her tits still covered by her bra, squeezing the flesh encased in fabric. Pinching through the layers, his red eyes focused on the way Bunny’s eyes fluttered from the pain and pleasure.

“C’mere” Bunny ordered, desperate to taste his lips again. His body fit so perfectly between her thighs, she almost moaned from the sight alone. “Gonna fuck me on the hood of your car?”

“I’m fucking you on the hood, the backseat, over the fucking console. I want this car to smell like nothing but your needy pussy when I win tonight.” She swooned at his words like he just finished performing a lovesick poem. His fingers unclasped her bra and freed her tits, peaks already beginning to harden from the cool air and arousal. “You’re my good luck charm. My little rabbit’s foot or whatever.”

“That might be the sweetest thing you’ve said to me.” She squealed as he traced her covered slit. When Sukuna pressed over where her clit would be, her hips squirmed from stimulation. “Kuna…”

Next

2 Hours Before the Race:

Rated R | Minors DNI

Series Mssterlist | Previously

Sukuna’s hand had been tapping a steady rhythm on his girlfriend’s thigh on the way to tonight’s race. Her fingers fiddled with the knitting needles in her hand, her focus split between eyeing the muscles in his forearm every time he turned the wheel and turning the blue yarn by her feet into a cozy scarf.

Inside the blood-red car, the sound of the engine dominated all noise. Sukuna preferred it like this, the silence allows him to get in the right headspace to murder the competition. Bunny also took the silence to mentally prepare for the crowds and noise that came with illegal activities like street racing and being her man’s number one fan. A spot several people were dying to take.

Outside the car on the black asphalt, racers and fanatics crowded the street. The excitement was palpable, the all too familiar scent of burning rubber, gasoline, smoke, and booze infiltrated the car. Vehicles of all types lined up the street. Every color imaginable shined under the streetlights. She could see Gojo’s arctic blue specialized corvette, surrounded by his gaggle of groupies. A couple of cars down, revving like the monster its owner wanted it to be, was Mahito’s Frankenstein creation of a car.

Sukuna pulled up to his usual slot, the slot that everyone in the underworld knew to never steal, and backed in with ease. The couple looked through his illegally tinted windows, to everyone jeering for them to come out. Sukuna sucked his teeth.

“Ready Kuna?”

“Not yet, babe.” Bunny looked up from her project to find the driver’s seat reclined and said driver sporting a wolfish grin. “Let me get some more luck, little Bunny.” His girl scoffed but put her needles down. She wasn’t an exhibitionist like Sukuna was, mostly due to her occupation. Can’t have a local school librarian get caught being raunchy with her law-breaking boyfriend. Still, it never hurt to ask.

“You’re so insatiable. Like an incubus or sex demon, I swear.” Bunny said, tying her soft locs back into a ponytail. “I’ll never understand the audacity of men.” She grumbled while leaning over to unzip his pants. A hand, freshly wet with saliva, stroked Sukuna’s flesh from half-mast to fully stiff.

Before beginning, Bunny looked up at her boyfriend, finding his hungry red eyes take in their position. He looked at her like a predator does its prey; like how a wolf does to his bunny. Shivers ran down her arms. His eyes soften ever so slightly, so discreet anyone who didn’t know him like Bunny did, would have missed it.

“You’re so good for me, Bunny.”

“Whatever.” Bunny looked back down before he could see the uptick at the corners of her lips. She suckled at his tip before giving him another look. “You better scream my name so loud everyone outside can hear.”

“Make me.”

Next

The Race: Masterlist

A/N: If jjk and the fast and the furious had a baby...it be this. It's an ugly baby, but it's my baby. I don't know how to summarize this series except for saying street racer sukuna had me in a chokehold. And Sukuna doesn't go anywhere without my black fem oc, Bunny. Pray for me

Status: On-going | Taglist: Open

Overall Rating: R | Minors DNI

3 hours before The Race

2 hours before The Race

30 minutes before The Race

The Race: Start!

The Race: Lap One

The Race: Lap Two

The Race: Lap Three

Winner's Circle

The Race: Lap 2 (preview)

“If you’re not here to clear your debt, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, Gojo. Technically you’re not even ‘sposed to be allowed within 20 meters of our doors.”

Both individuals refused to break eye contact, waiting for the other to chicken out and avert their gaze. Bunny had to fight off her signature sinister grin, the one she displays in the backstreets while riding shotgun in a barely street-legal car. No, she had to save that smile for the right time in place, the local public library barely surviving and on its last two legs hardly fit the criteria.

She gave him what Shoko called her ‘librarian smile.’ Kind and sickeningly sweet, giving the impression that she had all the time in the world to help a patron in need.

Gojo conceded after a few seconds of being on the receiving end of that smile. Her brown eyes glinted with victory.

“What if I did come to pay off my debt, hm? I can stay?” Bunny said nothing but went to work on her computer, lazily tapping the tablet on the patron side of the counter, prompting the man to move and look at the information displayed.

Gojo, Satoru

Amount Paid: $3.86

Amount Due: $834.98

Will you be paying: Cash, Credit/Debit Card, or Check?

All These Kisses

getting back into the swing of things, this has been in my drafts for far too long. I missed yall on tumblr.

pairing: Gojo x Baby (OC) | Rating: PG

Dewy lips held his attention hostage. The way the strips of flesh gleamed in the hazy setting summer sun, shined with opportunity. The gloss on her lips stayed put through their entire outing. From her apartment to the movies. Even after eating a luxurious dinner of steak and potatoes, just when he thought his suffering had been over a small trip to the restaurant’s powder room and the gloss had returned with a vengeance.

Her lips almost shined more, brighter after the second application. It infuriated Satoru, more than it should have. How did she expect him to resist kissing her when she dolled herself up in such a way?

She didn’t.

His darling was a lot of things. Coy, stunning, infuriatingly smart. Subtle was not one of her attributes. The constant smacking of her lips every time a reflective material crossed their path wasn’t lost on him. ‘I’m just checking,’ she defended when his eyebrow would hike up in faux exasperation. The smiles she beamed his way, wide and genuine the way she showed her teeth to convey how much fun she was experiencing on this outing. His darling knew him well, but he knew he best.

So on her doorstep is when he made his move. Presented all his evidence in a nice neat package. Clasping her empty hands to fill the space between her fingers, Satoru ducked his head down and put all his being into a single kiss. But a man like him had too much to convey in a single kiss. So he had to give her another one. And another one. Kisses piled up on each other and her lipgloss left the designated space of her lips to spread all over her face.

Interrupted chortles breathed into his face. He wouldn’t stop until all the oxygen on earth had been used up and traded in for carbon dioxide.

“Satoru, leave me aloneee. You’re ruining my makeup.”

“Good. It’s been driving me crazy all night, sweetness. You expect me to resist you all night when I barely made through dinner?” His sweet-talking took the attention away from his sneaking hands, lightly groping her flesh looking for trouble to get into.

“Hey there, boy. Watch yourself.”

Said Dearest

Summary: After being there for him whenever he asked, Jungkook finds himself wanting more from you then he bargained

Warning: Mention of substance abuse

parts: 1 2

Word count

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You didn’t know what the deal was with you. You wanted to scream out in anger but cry out in sadness. Going over the memory of that night repeatedly as you did your best to complete tasks for the days that you weren’t talking to Jungkook. Years of your life were dedicated to him. Your best friend; always attached at the hip and indebted to each other for as long as the other lived. Have you given off the wrong idea? The possibility that you felt something more for him? The question made you restless with a pit in your stomach that made meals unappetizing. You wished he never went ahead and kissed you. How selfish was he to ruin such a good friendship with his compulsive behavior? You did everything you were supposed to do. Getting involved more than you should at times but that was okay because you knew he would’ve done the same for you.

Your phone rings with Yoongi's name on the screen. You answer after a few rings.

“-----? I’m on Spence road.”

“Hey, why are you all the way over there?” You question.

“It’s Jungkook. He’s sat on the swings and refuses to leave. Says something about him losing you?”

Your eyes shut as you mutter profanities under your breath.

“Just take him home. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

You hear Yoongi try to reason with the boy but he grumbles something in response, obviously not budging.

“He’s saying crazy shit. Meet me, please?”

You know you probably shouldn't but you don’t want something bad to happen to him while he’s like this. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if something happened that you could’ve stopped just by being there. You sigh heavily before darting out of your apartment towards your car.

“Send me your location. I’m on my way.”

You drive the longest half hour of your life and pull up when you see the boys on the side of the road where a rundown park is with the help of your glasses and headlights. Jungkook sits on the ground now, head hanging as Yoongi rubs his back to console him. Climbing out of the   car you run over to them hastily. Yoongi looks up at you with a sympathetic expression.

“Thanks for comin.”

You nod, breathing heavily as you stare down at Jungkook’s state. He looks up at you with tear tracks on his cheeks.

“Why’d you call her? I told you not to!” He yells at Yoongi.

Yoongi remains quiet, gesturing to help him get Jungkook off of the floor. Following suit, you crouch and pull him up.

“What’d you take bro?” Yoongi questions as you walk him over  to your car into the passenger seat.

“Didn’t take anything.” He lies as you buckle him in before Yoongi slams the door shut and looks at you.

“He definitely took something. Has he been hanging around Tae again?”

He shrugs. “Wouldn't be surprised if he has.”

“Take him to yours and let him sleep it off. He really needs you right now. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

You nod and hug him tightly before driving off with the intoxicated boy. When you park in your driveway you walk over to his side, looking him over for a moment as his dilated eyes look into yours closely.

“You think you can get up on your own?”

He nods wordlessly with a slight pout on his face. His expression differs from his intimidating look. The heavily tattooed and pierced man fails to keep up his act right now. Jungkook manages to get up and shut the car door on his own. His steps are unstable so you let him hold onto you to ground himself as you open the door to your apartment. You trail over to your room and let him lay down on your bed. Your friend keeps quiet, watching your every move as you drop your lanyard on your nightstand.

“Are you cold?” You ask.

The boy shakes his head.

“Missed you.”

His words sadden you because you wanted to call him because you missed your friend too. You’d see things throughout your day that made you think of him. It was bittersweet but sweet nonetheless.

“Missed you too, bestie.” You smile painfully.

“I’m sorry.” His voice breaks like he’s about to cry and you frown, brushing his dark hair out of his face.

“Hey,” You coo, shaking your head and offering him a smile.

It wasn’t the best thing to sweep what had happened under the rug. Jungkook had run you in circles mentally and maybe he did deserve a little punishment for that but you wouldn’t be the one to serve it to him. You should but you were weak, pathetic for lack of better words. You just wanted everything to go back to the way it was, without the uneasiness.

“Sleep.”

He listens to you, closing his eyes and drifting off into a peaceful slumber. Features softening as he sleeps. You yawn at the sight of him, resting your head on the floor of your bedroom and passing out before you can stop it.

-

Groans from near you cause your eyes to shoot open while the boy next to you endures the drowsiness in his body. He recognizes the familiar sheets on the bed, realizing he drugged his way to your house, cursing himself, he glances next to him to see you scrunched up on the floor of the bedroom, arms wrapped around yourself as your knees touch your chest. Your wide eyes meet his and he hates himself for the way his heart drops when he sees how exhausted you look, knowing he was probably one of the main reasons for it.

“Hey.” You say, voice light from your slumber.

“Hey, why’d you sleep on the floor?”

“Too tired to walk to the living room.”

Sitting up against your closet door as he watches you intently, feeling like he’s waiting for you to explode at him for always putting you in situations you weren’t supposed to be in like the times where he’s close to overdosing on painkillers he took impulsively and someone had to be willing to get them out of his system.

“How’re you feeling?”

You’re doing it again. Being selfless while you definitely have so much to tend to today.

“I’m fine. I’ll head out soon.” He props himself up on his elbow.

You pout, knowing he is not in the condition to be alone right now.

“You’re not going anywhere.” You roll your eyes.

“You know, you don’t have to keep doing this.” He runs his hands through his hair, breathing deep to settle the nausea overtaking him, not sure if it’s all the shit he consumed or if it’s the guilt from the other night.

“I’m not doing this with you right now. It isn’t important.”

“My feelings aren’t important?”

His voice is thick with emotion and you wish you could sink into oblivion because as much as you hated to admit it, you felt love for Jungkook, you did. You would do anything for him but you wouldn't be able to fall for him in the way he wanted. Being only friends with him came with so much you could not even begin to imagine what being in a relationship with him would look like or feel like for that matter. You felt tears form in your eyes, not expecting your first meal of the day to be tears. You wanted him to joke around with you and forget about everything complicated that happened the night before; especially the week before.

“Honey, that's not what I meant. Can we just eat?” You sidetracked, afraid that would be the last conversation you would have before he completely left you alone with your guilt. The addiction you had to his presence probably wasn’t the best thing to possess; associating him with happiness and safety, cancelling out all the bad parts with the good parts because it made everything worth fighting for. The stomach wrenching laughter made the pain go away quicker than what he consumed to forget the heavy heart in his chest.

You sat face to face as you ate pancakes from your favorite place that happened to be delivering today. Jungkook managed to eat half of his plate sitting quietly while staring at you chewing before you caught his stare, large frames perched up on the slope of your nose. You were the cutest thing to look at. Awkwardly mannered and oblivious to his notions most of the time while he admired you quietly.

“You’re done eating?”

“Did you ever notice before?” He answered your question with a question.

You thought over the moments you had with Jungkook with the knowledge you had now, realizing it made sense in retrospect.

“Honestly? No. You dated a lot so it didn’t ever cross my mind. ”

He didn’t refer to the girls he messed around with as dates. Most were for fun and because it was easy for them to like him so he took advantage of it like any man would. Maybe he used it as a distraction subconsciously and thought the feeling should go away sooner or later but it had been months since he couldn’t get off with another without the lingering darkness distracting him from the bliss he wanted to feel so desperately.

“They were never serious.”

“The ball isn’t there anymore, it's a hoop now.” You refer to his lip piercing.

He slowly catches on to what you’re talking about.

“Oh uh yeah.”

Your gaze scans his skin, seeing how handsome your friend looked after such a rough night. Even in his slightly disheveled state he was gorgeous.

“I like it. Suits you.”

Jungkook grins at your compliment, poking at his cheek with his tongue slyly to hide his smug expression.

“Thanks.”

“Remember the night you got it, how happy you were.”

You stare back at him as you speak, recalling the night vividly. Everything made you giggle that night as Jungkook gave you a piggyback ride to your apartment with glee. Squeals escaped your mouth as you were afraid he would drop you but he didn’t, informing you to hold onto him a little tighter before you reached the apartment.

“I know that I overstepped my boundary when I kissed you that night. It’s just-” he scoffs, shaking his head at the internal battle he’s fighting.

“I love you. I always have. I’ve known since high school that you were special and I couldn’t let you go.”

“And I love you. You know that I do.” You declare, looking into his obsidian gaze.

“I’m in love with you. Shamelessly, and I have tried to hide it for so long because what kind of guy would I be if I fucked up the last good thing in my life?”

His voice breaks at the end of his statement,eyes tearing up as his milky skin flushes red, making you frown as he bites his trembling lip. You move the food from in front of you and crawl towards him wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your face into his neck. His strong arms wrap around your waist as he sobs against you, mumbling apologies and sweet nothings to you. You pull away slightly to cup his face and wipe the tears away, letting your thumb linger across his puffy cheeks, trailing your eyes over the skin.

“I’m sorry.” He sniffles. His fingers push a few stray curls out of your face adjusting your now crooked glasses.

“------, dearest.” He whispers, tracing your jaw with his rough but gentle fingers.

You laugh heartily, making his toothy smile appear.

“Jk, dearest.”

“You’ll always be my dearest no matter what. Even if you marry Jimin one day, I had you first.”

Your stomach feels like it sinks because this is the most straight forward your best friend has been with you. Here as you sit on the floor of your apartment in each other’s arms as he declares his love for you. You lean in, pressing your lips to his cheek and recoiling to look at him with stoic eyes. He observes you for a moment, leaning in slowly giving you the chance to pull away but you don’t as he shuts his eyes inhaling your intoxicating scent before he lets his smaller lips collide with your plump ones, feeling the cool sensation of the lip ring, lacing his fingers with yours. His touch is gentle but overwhelming as it leaves a fire with every touch he lets linger on you. His hands leave yours and plant themselves on your thighs, making you straddle him. He tastes of salty tears and pancakes enticing your hands to meet his dark tendrils, tugging gently and massaging his scalp with the tips of your fingers. Jungkook whimpers against your mouth, desperate for this moment to last forever. He’d do whatever he had to do to get you on him like this everyday. Anything to draw you to him but he knew better than to do that to you. This wouldn’t be healthy until you held the heavyweight he had in his heart.

Your hands hold his jaw now, trailing to his chest gently pushing him away. He looks at your state, tanned cheeks possessing a shade of crimson resembling his.

“Jungkook.” You fret, at a loss for words.

He pecks your lips one last time.

“I had you first.”

-

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Gojo randomly getting clingy, and close. Wanting to be near you and touching you in some type of way. Sitting on your bed your scrolling through ig, and Satoru lays his head on your lap. You stare at him for second then focus your attention back to what you were doing thinking nothing of his little action. Then later on in the day while washing the dishes he bear hugs you from behind. Giving you small kisses on your neck and cheek, and walking away. Another time being when your in the shower and he takes it upon himself to get in there with you. Laying his head on your back while you continue to wash yourself. When whines, and begs you to bathe him you of course say no. You on the other hand being tired from work. But how can you resist his cute begging eyes. You eventually give in, and start lathering his back with the soap.

“Thank you angel.”

JJK x Filia<3 reader

Filia!Reader is the protective type especially when it comes to Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi mostly Yuji cuz ya know vessels stick together

#VESSELLIVESMATTER

Anyway they try their best to stay away from Gojo cuz much to her dismay he talked so much he purposely turned off his infinity just to get a rise out of Samson literally allowed Samson to punch him to see if the punch would be soft like normal hair or would it feel like an actual fist

(Learned that it was worse then a fist and soft hair it felt like sandpaper attached to a metal slide in the hot sun during the summer with blades)

Now with yuji and sukuna yuji and Filia!Reader get along very well basically inseparable they're like fraternal twins if you were to to describe these to with two worded quotes it would be "Rev Up!" And "Power Up! " but...theres always a down side because DAMN SURE THAT SAMSON AND SUKUNA DONT LIKE EACH OTHER theres a difference between these two

one actually cares for their vessel how they feel if they're alright mentally physically psychologically.....WHILE THE OTHER is literally reckless at all times he keeps his vessel alive just because hes interested in his life and everything thats been going on recently and literally its all ENTERTAINMENT FOR HIM

Yes he's killed his vessel a couple of times out of pure boredom yes he'll do it again he doesnt care at all as long as he's entertained he doesnt care how his vessel feels at all SHIT HE'LL EVEN KILL HIS FRIENDS JUST TO GET THAT GOOD ASS ASMR IN HIS EARS OF HIS VESSEL CRYING this mans evil-

Now with nobara....there isnt much to say these two definitely steal gojos black card to go on shopping sprees and photo shoots in the mall its not like gojos gonna miss it this man is literally rich with an end pretty sure he wont even recall its missing because he definitely doesnt keep receipts with all the stuff he buys so nobara and Filia!Reader literally have a never ending wardrobe full of clothes for every FUCKING SEASON fashionably spicefied<3

It may seem like megumi and Filia!Reader dont really talk much at all but they bond over the animals they can make Filia!Reader admires the animals hes able to make that she cant even the she Mostly makes bug shapes with her hair and they wouldn't really count as animals besides the octopus samson turns into its still a thing to talk about now samson loves to pet megumi's divine dogs

and so does Filia!Reader they love to cuddle with them and just relax and sleep after a long day even though Megumi is and emo boi and loves to be left alone he still enjoys Filia!Reader's company anytime shes around

Now...interaction with sukuna...he would just come up with any type of insult and they would just go over her head this one of the reasons why he and samson have a lot of beef because of the way he disrespects both vessel's thats basically keeping parts of them both alive

samson thinks they both should be grateful for that because they're not even trying to kick them out of their bodies but yuji is actually doing the most and willingly trying to find all 20 of sukunas fingers and sukunas selfish ass cant even be grateful for that always talking about fighting and Threatening his friends and sensei's for no literal reason at all what a giant piss baby.....yeah so samson doesn't like interaction with sukuna

Just like how samson doesnt like interaction with sukuna he also doesnt like interaction with gojo literally just because he thinks hes a creep and annoying as hell he would literally call him "stalker grandpa" or "flashlight eyed geezer" or "weezer geezer"

literally anything he can think of thats just in any way calling him old he was said to gojo and i quote "when you were born your hair said 90 but your face said vampirism of 1000 plagues nothing will ever destroy me" this man? Curse? Parasite? Thing?

Anyway he just does not like gojo now he can tolerate everyone else but he mostly tolerates yuji because its like having a second Filia!Reader only thing about yuji samson doesnt like is sukuna he is commited to hating him so much hes labelled as an op in the books theres is a lot of dann hate

Now for the finale on who Filia!Reader favorite adult who basically babysits her and the rest of the group sometimes ISSSSSSSSSS drumroll pls T-T 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Nanami because once they were out looking for a curse ended up being a lower grade the sneaky stealing and energy deceiving kind would make themselves seem like a big deal so they can steal from sorcerers mushroomed shaped tiny has stub arms and legs dots for eyes no mouth these things are no use to even kill one because waste of time and two they're help with the environment plants and animals type of stuff

so when one snatchs nanami's tie to bring it to a foxes den to add to a pile to keep them warm and Filia!Reader goes after it to get the tie back for nanami even though he tried to tell to forget about it but she ran off to fast so she finally cornered the thing near the den she decided to give up her tie in exchange for nanami's in which worked

so she went back to nanami with his tie in hand and found herself the one to be tieless he let her keep it due to having so many of the same tie in which he received and big hug and a warm smile

When all together when fighting a stronger and sorcerers get injured Filia!Reader uses samson to make a dome shield or carries a bunch of people out of the fight and gets them to shoko so nobody else has to worry about how the injured would get to her

and they can just keep fighting knowing that people are getting healed and are in safety as much as samson doesnt really like doing that because he doesn't know the people but he does know that he needs to because of their state and if his vessels motivated to do it then so is he

Thats one of them off my list (๑´̥̥̥>ω<̥̥̥`๑) i hope you enjoyed this vote so i can see if you would want more stuff like this and send any request if you want have a part to or side drabbles also did you see the little nanami ties on the little Filia!Reader? ;3