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[garfunklefield]

i just had this idea 5 sec ago and i know you are the best one to do it !!

boxer sukuna X reporter reader

hint ;) she interviewed him after he won the match ,first time he meet her

Got No Ass But She a D Cup!

18+ viewer discretion advised

Fem!reporter!reader/boxer!Ryomen Sukuna Warnings: dubious consent, cock warming, reverse cowgirl but seated, hookup, pet names [mama, babe] Word count: 1598 DESC: You meet Ryomen and instantly cave

I'm back (I'm lying)

You knew Ryomen Sukuna, but you didn’t expect him to be so forward. He was a famous boxer who was known for beating the ever-loving shit out of every one of his opponents. No mercy, that was his tagline. Every person he went up against instantly went down and ended up in a pool of their blood. It was hot, you had to admit it. He was a girl's dream. Perfect arms sculpted by gods. Veins popping out at every flex, covered in ink. Intricate designs wove back and forth between almost every crevice of Sukuna’s body, trailing up to his neck, stopping just short of his jaw. His chest was known for being rock solid and made of pure muscle mass. Six-pack, or .. maybe it was an eight-pack? Either way, it was obvious he was ripped from the tight shirts he’d sport before a match. The man’s face was even chiseled. With a jawline perfectly accentuating his square and sharp features.

He just finished a match utterly destroying some up-and-coming boxer, tanking his career before the crowd's eyes. It was amazing as you watched it, a few punches, and the boy went down. You were going to interview him, the infamous boxer … and infamous playboy. Ryomen was known for saying the right thing to make girls swoon and he was known for being forward. You didn’t realize he’d be as forward as he was, though. You adjusted your tight outfit and paced a few times in a spare room, waiting for him. There was a table set up, two chairs, your tape recorder set on the table, and your flash cards. Everything would be typed up, so you didn’t need a camera or crew.

Your thoughts soon got interrupted when the door opened. You turned your head and watched as the man entered, pink hair flushed against his forehead. He looked in your direction and raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t expected someone of your stature to be there before him. Usually, when Ryomen would get interviewed it would be some older man. Not a beautiful broad standing before him, with her tits on display. You knew what you were doing, hoping to get his number by the end of the interview. You knew it when you did your hair and makeup, and then picked out a revealing but professional outfit.

“Hey,” he gruffed, closing the door behind him and locking it with a click. Although, you didn’t hear the click. He took up so much space it was insane, just from his height alone. You watched him as he sat down at one of the chairs and spread his legs, sinking into the seat. Ryomen’s shirt was tight, so tight that you could see every muscle and every curve out of his perfect body.

“Hi,” you smiled and pushed a strand of hair away from your face. You introduced yourself and the station you were from, before continuing, “Is it okay if we record this session? I need it if I’m going to be writing an article.” You motioned to the recorder on the table as you went to sit down across from him.

“That’s fine,” Sukuna nodded, and you clicked it on, “I got a question for you though. Are we going to continue this interview facing each other… or shall we do it more intimately?” His large hand then patted one of his thighs. You didn’t expect this. In all of your preparation, you didn’t expect him to outright ask you to sit on his lap. And you didn’t expect him to do it so nonchalantly. It was as if this wasn’t his first rodeo, it definitely wasn’t, and it was as if you weren’t the first reporter he was coming onto, you definitely weren’t.

“Intimately?” You questioned, feigning ignorance.

Ryomen leaned forward in the seat, bringing one of his hands along with him. His elbow trailed along the table and rested his head in his hand. While his other hand snaked around your recorder and pressed pause, “Cut the bullshit, mama. And sit on my damn lap.” Anyone else, you would’ve felt violated. Harassed even. But this was hot. It made your plush thighs squeeze together to try and satiate the throbbing in your pussy. It started quickly and rose in heat at every passing second. What were you going to do? You could say no and end it right there. But you didn’t want to at all. You wanted to sit on his lap and feel his warm breath against your neck.

You stood up and marched over to the man, turning and going to sit on his lap. But you felt a hand stop you, “Take 'em off,” you heard him purr. Your pants? Your underwear? This was totally wrong and totally dubious, yet you wanted to see where it would go. You stripped, taking off your pants and laced panties, presenting your ass for him to see. Ryomen grabbed your hip and squeezed it, palming the skin a few times to get a feel for it. You looked back and he had already freed his cock from his gym shorts. Typical man, couldn’t wait a few seconds. He was large and hot, and it was getting you more hot every second you chose to stare at his dick. His other hand grabbed your other hip and slowly walked you backward, and soon he was aligning his penis with your folds. It tingled, how your genitals met and instantly clicked.

“We’re still doing the interview… right?” You inhaled sharply as he forced you down on his length. A gasp flew out of your mouth as you felt your pussy get stretched very slowly. He gently maneuvered you to sit, cradling your waist so you wouldn’t fall. He was so gentle, making sure this was a pleasurable experience all around for the both of you. Ryomen was good. He was so good at this. A playboy who knew how to fuck women so good and leave them begging for more.

You felt his mouth press into your neck, “Ask away, babe.” You leaned forward, exhaling at the sensation. Two of your small hands interlocked with his large one and removed the recorder from his grasp, turning it back on.

“What.. mm.. Inspired your fighting style?” You leaned back, moaning slightly at the sensation. You were being filled, it was so hot. Was this really the peak of interviewing? Was this really the peak of your life?

Ryomen exhaled and blew some air out of his mouth, responding with a bored answer about a fighter you hadn’t heard of before. The two of you did a good back and forth, about fighting and how his career truly started. He had only been doing this for a few years, so he still had so much to learn. At each question, you felt him get handsier and handsier. Two meaty hands planted on your hips, rocking you back and forth, and back and forth. It was a fleeting teasing sensation. Not enough to make you cum or feel anything, but enough to have you faltering in your sentences and stuttering consistently. You wanted to start bouncing or grinding, but you didn’t want to ruin the sensual air the two of you had created. You could tell he was starting to get restless, though, as his hands tightened on your skin.

“Ryomen…” You finally broke, turning your head to look back at him. Hazy eyes staring back at you, his mouth slightly agape, and a blush forming on his temples, “Why don’t we.. mm.. Pause the h-h.. Interview…? H-huh?” Your voice was fluttery and breathy, brushing against his ear in an arousing way.

“Mm.. I like the sound of that, mama,” a long and lazy smile formed on his mouth as he pressed a chaste kiss to yours. You weren’t prepared for his hands to force you up and then down on his shaft, forcing a pleasurable sting down your cunt. Up and down, and up and down. You gasped and threw your head back against his, moaning softly at the sensation.

“Ry..Ryom-mmm.. M.. h-h.. Hah … harde-e-er,” you rasped at the pleasure, and he didn’t have to be told twice. His hips thrust into your pussy slowly, before speeding up. Sure, he wanted to get you adjusted and content. But he was fiending for release. He was fiending to cum inside your pussy. It was hot and warm, clenching around his shaft in a way most women didn’t. In a way, most women couldn’t. You were different, you were so soft and you smelt like cherries. It sent waves of pleasure through his cock, tingling at his tip.

It was only a few seconds before his arms wrapped around your torso, hips snapping up into your ass. Two meaty hands gripped your breasts through your tight shirt, making you moan in pleasure. It wasn’t long after that, that you felt yourself spill over the edge and cum on his dick. Your juices felt so nice, so sticky, it made him cum a few seconds later. Squelching and plapping filled the air, along with faint groans from Ryomen. You felt the semen shoot into you, instantly snapping you to the fact you forgot to have the boxer put a condom on. The raw feeling of his penis rubbing up against your walls was so.. hot.. you just didn’t think about it.

“Oh fuck,” Ryomen muttered into your ear, slowing his thrusts to a stop, “You’re on birth control right?”

“…Nope,” you replied sheepishly.

“Aw shit.”

[garfunklefield]

Doctor, Please!

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Fem!nurse!reader/doctor!black!Kinji Hakari Warnings: doctor kink, doctor nurse, ooc [possibly I’ve never read the manga], pet names [princess, baby, hun], sexual tension, dubious consent, sensual kissing, power dynamics/imbalance, inappropriate use of a stethoscope, fingering [with gloves], semi public Word count: 2643 DESC: You’ve always looked up to Dr. Hakari, so you’d do anything to please him

just testing something :P

You were good at your job. Everyone praised your ability to focus and your impeccable problem-solving skills. Each patient felt at ease with you, you were perfect! Even though you had a nasty secret. Well, nasty was a harsh word. More like, a crush on one of the head practitioners, Dr. Kinji Hakari. There was something about him that made you lose your cool, as he spoke confidently to your patients. He delivered bad news with charm, flashing an award-winning smile as he cooed in their ear. It wasn’t sexual, it was never sexual, but your brain was always taking it that way. Every time he’d look at you, you felt your knees get a bit more wobbly and your face a bit redder. 

There was a tension you couldn’t dissect, whenever you were around him. For some time, you thought it was just a you thing. The side effects of being delusional, you supposed. His looks got longer and longer, his words sweeter and sweeter. But, no, there was no way. He wasn’t the type to get involved in that romance stuff, you knew from how he’d speak about his romantic life to your other coworkers. He’d talk about seeing women, and then the next week it was a new girl.

Recently, however, there had been no girl. He’d ask you what you were doing after work and that would be that. It was strange, almost like he wanted … you. But he couldn’t want you! You were just a nurse to him, to everyone. A good girl who did her work and left without complaining. 

You were good at your job, sure, but you were more known for being a goody-two-shoes pushover than anything else. Everyone knew you as the girl who’d do anything if you asked. You left and never complained, even though you so desperately wanted to complain. You wanted to break out of that useless image and show them your personality. It was hard, though. You wanted so badly to rise the ranks and someday be a head nurse.

Someone clearing their throat brought you out of your thoughts, making you blink and look up from your computer. It was Dr. Hakari. He stared down at you with half-lidded eyes, examining your every movement. Two hands were knotted on your desk, fiddling anxiously. He didn’t say anything, a neutral expression playing on his features. It was so hard to read him most days. He was charismatic, but quiet unless spoken to. It was strange. He was strange. But you couldn’t deny that strange pull you got when you neared him. 

“Nurse,” he finally spoke, in a gruff and low tone, “come into examination room nine, will ya?” Without saying anything else, Kinji turned on his heels. Two hands shoved into either of his pockets, he strode away, without checking to see if you’d follow. You’d always follow. He was your higher-up, you couldn’t say no to him. And, you didn’t want to say no to him. 

You got up and pulled at your scrubs. They were different today. It was nearing summer so you thought palm trees on a teal cloth would be cute. Well, it was cute until you saw no one else had decided to be festive. You felt small, as you followed him. Keeping your distance, you turned the corner and walked into the open examination room, behind the doctor. He motioned for you to sit on the examination chair, which wasn’t out of the ordinary. There wasn’t much seating in that room. He closed the door and locked it, also not out of the norm. He wanted some privacy, who didn’t in this day and age? You were being willfully ignorant of what was to come because you couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe he’d want to be with you. 

Maybe you didn’t see the erection straining in his work pants, or you didn’t want to see it. He pulled at the hem of his shirt, averting his gaze to the wall behind you, “You know, you do good for me, nurse. Keep me well-rounded.”

An odd way to compliment someone, in a locked examination room, but you tried not to think too much about it. He was always a bit awkward under that charming exterior. Someone good at talking to people wasn’t at some point in time, and it was obvious in certain areas, like this one. The way he looked away, pressing his soft lips together to form a line, or how he fiddled with some tufts of light purple coils that framed his face.

“Oh, well, thank you,” you smiled sheepishly, trying to catch his gaze. It never landed on you. 

“I wanna… return the favor, you know?” Finally, he turned to you. His eyes, narrowed and covered with thick layers of lashes caught yours after you tirelessly waited, making you forget any anxiety you initially had. You didn’t notice his body getting closer to yours, standing between your opened legs. You didn’t feel his palms press down beside your body, either side, entrapping you. 

A predator capturing his prey without giving it time to realize it. 

“As your higher-up, I could help you get further in his company, nurse,” his voice was a low whisper, brushing against your temples. 

It snapped into your head what he wanted, why he was so close, why he was hovering above your skin. You couldn’t deny how much you wanted it. But you couldn’t deny how forbidden it was, the implication of his words, your job hanging in the balance… It was a lot to consider in that moment. Especially since, with his help, you could get further. With his help, you could become a head nurse in no time… So what if you had to rub a few tips to get there? You couldn’t deny your attraction to him. The proximity was intoxicating. One wrong move and he’d be on top of you.

“Doctor…” You trailed off, looking down. You could see the raging hard-on forming in his pants, the tent threatening to hit the examination chair. Two of your hands lifted, encircling his head and resting on the nape of his neck, “This is wrong…”

“Mm.. Wrong?” Hakari raised an eyebrow, moving his head back to get a better look at you, “I don’t care about that… I wanna make you feel good, princess,” his hands were on your hips, rubbing small circles along your scrubs, “Cute scrubs, too.” 

A bashful laugh escaped your lips and you pressed them together, “Don’t flatter me, Doctor. They’re embarrassing.” 

He laughed as well, shaking his head, “No, they’re cute. Like ..” he paused for a moment, before breaking out into more laughter. His voice was smooth, like butter, “No, they’re embarrassing. Sorry, you’re right.” 

You looked at him and nodded, “I told you,” your voice never breaking above a whisper. His full lips pulled into a smirk, as his forehead now pressed against yours, “Maybe I want you to make me feel good, doctor.” 

Kinji let out a soft grunt and closed his eyes, “Keep callin’ me that, baby…” His hands trailed from your hips to your back, running his fingers up your skin, “It’s doing things to me..”

You smiled shyly, “Okay, doctor,” you cooed, running a gentle finger up his nape and into his undercut. His hair was smooth as your hand kept going up the fade, into locks of hair. You didn’t want to mess it up, just lightly dragging your hand up the edge to tease him. He let out a calm breath, eyelashes fluttering against yours.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” He pulled back, his hands now cupping your face. Your skin was soft on his. You smelt perfect, like cherries and vanilla, the perfect sorbet. A sorbet he wanted to eat until you cried.

“I’m not teasing,” your face was coy, you knew what you were doing. Such an innocent nurse who wanted to be fucked senseless. Totally not a tease, “You could just kiss me, you know. I’m waiting.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. His lips were on yours, hands pulling you close and wrapping you in a gentle embrace. He was so gentle and kind with his fingers, delicately holding you. It was different than how he’d talked about fucking women before. You heard him talk about railing them, making them cream, and then leaving. This was more intimate. Like… like he actually liked you. Like, he wanted to be there. Maybe he did like you like that. You liked him like that, it was obvious how your nails dug into his shoulders as he deepened the kiss with a turn of his head. You softly moaned, letting him take in your bottom lip and suck on it gently. It was so gentle, you could’ve cried. 

Hikari pulled away from the kiss and stepped away from you, moving to the small countertop in the corner of the room. You frowned and watched as he fished out gloves from the container on the wall, sliding them over his large hands. He raised an eyebrow at you and nodded his head as if to say “Take off your pants” which you did without hesitation. You kicked off your scrubs, and your laced panties, spreading your legs on the examination chair. He smiled and walked back, standing at the front edge, so he could take you in. 

You were already wet if it wasn’t obvious from how your slick stuck to your sopping cunt. You were aching for his long digits to curl inside you, rubbing against your spongey spot. That’s all you wanted. He outstretched his hand and palmed your pussy, spreading your folds apart to see your gaping hole. 

“Pretty…” He smirked, inhaling through his nose, “Ever been fingered by a doctor, hun?” Before you could answer, one latexed finger slid inside your warmth. You let out a small gasp and bit your bottom lip, to stop something louder from coming out. He put his other hand on top of your pubic bone, rubbing small circles on the skin with his skin, “Shh… s’okay baby. I’ve gotchu.” Kinji let out a breathless laugh as your hips ground against the stimulation, all he did was arch his digit and you were begging for more. Such a slut, you could see those words written all over his impressed face as he inserted another finger. Then another. Three fingers and you were seeing stars as he gently pumped them in and out of your squelching pussy. The Doctor’s stethoscope was dangling from his neck, threatening to hit your mound at any moment. It gave you a perverted idea, an idea no goody-two-shoes pushover would suggest. 

“Doctor…” You mewled, whining pathetically. He looked up at you and your lips formed into a pout, “Fuck me.. With your stethoscope..” 

“You want me to… huh?” Hakari blinked a few times, “Seriously?” He asked, knuckle deep in you, pausing his thrusts. You nodded quickly, nodding your head to him. You didn’t know why, but you wanted it. You needed it. Something about that cool metal was enough to make your aching desire burn harder. He couldn’t believe it. He never pegged you for a freak, but he had to say… this was hot. This was so damn hot. Seeing your legs spread apart and seeing your pathetic little faces. Of course, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside your pussy and make a home there with his cock. But for now, he’d be okay just pleasuring you. Even if you had some strange requests. 

He nodded after a moment and pulled the stethoscope off his neck. Who needed lube, when you were already soaked? The Doctor pulled his fingers out and rubbed them against the metal, coating them in your wetness. You bit your lip and watched as he meticulously made sure it was covered. Once he was done, he took a breath and placed it on your clit. You tensed, feeling the cold against your cunt. 

“F..fuck,” you whimpered, “P..put mm.. Put it in..” 

“Are you sure?” Hikari really didn’t want to hurt you. It was sweet, how caring he was showing himself to be in moments of intimacy. Too bad, you were too horny to care. You nodded and he swallowed. The stethoscope dragged down your slit, teasing your folds before pushing inside. It was a strange sensation, being stretched like that, but you couldn’t complain. You asked for it, and it was turning you on in ways you had never been turned on before. 

“Oh, wow…” He muttered to himself, watching your engorged pussy adapt to the medical equipment, “You take it so well, baby.” he cooed, using his spare hand to rub a small fleeting circle around your clit. You let out a small moan and leaned your head back, letting the pleasure overpower you. He held the stethoscope by the base of the main, thick, metal part. Using very minimal strength, he pushed it in deeper, then gently pulled it back. Creating a sort of thrusting motion, the best he could get from this small thing. 

It hurt, sort of. In a weird, arousing way. It was sloppy, making noises as it came in and out of you. You cried out, biting your lip when you found yourself getting too loud. It was rubbing against a spot you hadn’t felt before, creating a tight sensation in your walls. Was this the G-spot? You’ve had penetrative sex before, you’ve cum from it too. So why did this feel so different? It was scratching this insatiable itch you never knew you needed filling until now. A strange tightness, almost like a coil, wound up deep in the pit of your stomach. It threatened to snap and release as he thrust the stethoscope into your walls. You mewled, cried, wailed, any sort of word… you couldn’t help it. Hakari looked up at you and stuck his hand in your mouth, trying to get you to quiet down. He had never had a woman react like this to inserting such a strange object inside them, but he didn’t mind at all. He liked to see you unravel before him, arching your back before letting it cave in and make your body squirm. 

His thrusts came in faster, causing a cooling sensation to fill through your pussy. It was different than the warmth that followed before you squirted. You were going to cream all over this damn stethoscope, you knew it. Your pussy was telling you, from the loud noises it was making inside the room. Kinji bit his lip and watched as you arched your back for a final time, grinding as you felt it. Utter bliss. It washed over your cunt once, then twice, then several times uncontrollably. It was waves of pure pleasure at each thrust, and he didn’t stop. He wanted you to cum until you couldn’t stand. Until you couldn’t breathe, you were getting close to passing out.

The doctor slowed the thrusts to a stop, watching as your chest rose and fell with each breath. He was smiling like an idiot, proud of himself for doing that to you. Every time he made a girl cum like that, it gave him just the smallest ego boost. He slowly pulled the stethoscope from your pussy, noting to buy a new one. It was coated in your white cream, dripping with the goop that came from your delicious spot. He went to speak, to tell you, you did such a good job. But he saw, you were already asleep. A small laugh fell from his lips and he shook his head. 

Unlike the other girls he’d fuck for a week before leaving to never see again, he wanted to see you again and again.

[garfunklefield]

broke toji and his gf start an onlyfans/make videos for phub for some extra cash to pay off their rent?

(love your work btw! <3)

U Like Magic? I Got a Wand!

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Fem!reader/Toji Fushiguro Warnings: DRABBLE, daddy kink, ball-gag, pornography/onlyfans, creampie, ahegao, wet and MESSSSSY, cumshot [breasts], nipple play, oral [male and female receiving] Word count: 638 DESC: Your boyfriend wants to make some extra money

Toji loved to fuck every part of you, and he loved doing it on camera. When he proposed the two of you start an Only Fans, you agreed and figured it would be a nice bonding moment between a healthy couple. He pounded you so well regularly, but for the camera, he always put on a bit of the show. Making you lick up his dick before he shoved it in your mouth, telling you to make more faces and whine a bit louder for Daddy. Toji loved it when you called him Daddy. It started as a marketing thing for the OF, right? But you couldn’t deny how you felt calling him your strong Daddy, and he couldn’t deny getting throbbingly aroused from hearing the words fall off your pretty little lips.

Your fans could sense you two really loved each other. And they could sense you really loved to be fucked like a good little whore. Doggy style, reverse cowgirl, sideways, you wanted him to do it all. Especially if your boyfriend got to fill you up for multiple rounds at a time and fuck his seed right back into your dripping pussy. You loved it the most when he’d initiate when you wore those tight outfits to tease him. Dropping something in front of him, and slowly bending over. Not kneeling, no, bending. Letting your breasts hang out of your tight shirt as your arms pressed them together. It was lighting a burning flame inside his lower stomach he needed quenched.

“C’mon baby…” One of Toji’s rough hands was tracing up your plush thighs, making your skin tickle as he started to play with the hem of your shorts, “Let Daddy show your fans how much he loves you…” Then he’d fuck you with his long tongue, making you cream loudly for his phone. The less-quality videos would be for a lower subscription, but they ate it up anyway. Your fans loved to see you holding the camera and watch as your boyfriend ate you out like a last meal. He always did, never getting tired of your perfect taste on his tongue, dripping from his chin. But sometimes, he’d get distracted and go in for a kiss. Knocking the camera out of your hands and sending your mouths crashing together.

Sometimes the two of you would post simple videos, make-out sessions, or him sucking on your breasts. It didn’t take long for any of those videos to turn into something more, but that didn’t need to be filmed. Your favorite was when Toji would force you onto his lap and grab your ass, digging his nails into your skin and biting your lower lip.

Mr. Zenin loved to show the world how you took him, too. He liked to record you teasing his bulge with delicate fingers, tracing his crotch as it grew and pressing down to make him let out a soft groan. Then you’d beg to take off his pants like the little whore you were, and let his dick spring out into your hands. Your blowjobs were one of the signatures of your joint OF account. How you’d grab his dick and seductively lick at the top, teasing his slit before taking him in your throat. It always felt so good your eyes started to cross as you bobbed up and down. Saliva fell from your lips around his swollen cock, as you thrust him into your mouth. He wasn’t even the one making all the noise, as you seemingly got off from mouth fucking him. Then when your boyfriend would come, it would be shots of hot cum all over your titties. Tits that you’d press together and palm just to make him hot and heavy as he came on your skin.

Safe to say, you guys were making money.

[garfunklefield]

Magic Dance!

18+ viewer discretion is advised

WWE!Fem!Reader/WWE!Yuki Tsukumo Warnings: locker room sex, tribbing/scissoring, humiliation kink, dirty talk, degradation, wet and messy, squirting, stone top!Yuki, pillow princess!reader Word count: 1297 DESC: Your on-stage rivalry is hot and heavy behind the scenes!

This is inspired by me watching too many Rhea Ripley edits..

I'm getting to every ask slowly!

The world knew you both hated each other. It was apparent from the planned tweets from your manager, calling Mama Yuki weak and flat-chested. Or how she’d yell on stage how she was going to rip into your flesh, throwing you around with care for your safety. You were both trained, so it didn’t hurt. But the allusion is what mattered. You were both actors, playing up your hatred for the stage. Millions were paying hundreds to see you throw her against the stage and slam your hips into her body, holding her down for three seconds. You both were so good at wrestling that your managers would tell you which matches to throw to make the other look good. You didn’t mind, though.

But, you both had a dirty little secret. Sneaking smiles and waves from the backstage. Blowing kisses and winking. Palming her flesh intimately to make her mind fog in front of thousands. Yuki grabbed your ass before throwing you into the ground, in a way you’d think about for days. 

Today wasn’t different, but the air was hotter. You were both in the locker room downstairs, with the stadium above. Getting ready, applying your intense makeup, and adjusting your scandalously skimpy outfits. Her hair was long and bleached blonde, slicked back into a low ponytail. Her theme was always dark and gothic, with black lipstick and intense eye makeup. Her outfits included straps and chains, cock rings, anything inherently sexual and fetish-like. Today she wore a dog collar around her neck, with a large circle dangling from the center. Her top dipped down to reveal her perky breasts, then shorts that left nothing to the imagination. 

You leaned into the girly aspect, to downplay your muscles and strength. Two space buns reinforced with hairspray and pink extensions. You wore unitard-like shorts that exposed your fat ass and thighs, with a shorter pale pink skirt. Large boots and a purple cropped t-shirt that came just above your breasts, nipples covered with pink heart pasties. Glitter all over your face and lips, pink lashes mixed into your lash extensions. Everyone called you Pinkie, rarely ever using your first name with it.

Two opposites, that’s what they loved about you both. No matter how submissive you looked or how dominant Yuki looked, you both had an equal fighting stance. Everyone loved how you’d both beat each other's asses in a sexually suggestive way, spitting insults at each other in between throws. No one knew who’d win, each fight being a competitive mystery. 

Yuki was seated on a bench, with a compact in her manicured hand. She was applying black liquid lipstick with an applicator, accentuating the corners of her mouth. Your lips were glittery and pink, glossy in the stage lights. She closed the compact and looked at you, as you adjusted your T-shirt.“Hey,” she cooed, scooting over to you on the bench. You glanced back at her and smiled, raising an eyebrow as she continued, “I like your outfit today.” 

“I like yours too. Especially that,” your hand trailed to her neck, tugging on the ring in the center, “I’m gonna have fun with it today.” Your voice could send anyone into a trace. Smooth and sultry, it almost distracted your girlfriend each time she fought you on the stage. Mainly when you’d growl those pathetic little insults her way. She had so many desires and thoughts running through her head and seeing you this way was getting her so hot and bothered. Yuki put her hand over yours and pulled you closer, closing the distance with your lips. Your pink lips molded against her black ones, sucking her bottom lip and licking along the center. She moaned softly, in that perfect way that was telling you this wouldn’t be just a simple make-out session. 

“No one’s here, baby,” she purred in between messy kisses, not caring if your makeup smudged. You still had an hour to fix it, right? You could get a little messy for your love. She wrapped two arms around your waist, before moving them to touch along the sides of your unitard bottoms. Your breath hitched in your throat as her lips pulled away and her eyes flitted to your pretty little clothed cunt. Two fingers hooked the crotch part of your clothing and pulled it to the side. Of course, you didn’t wear any underwear. “What a little slut,” she mumbled. You were already wet, it was obvious when her other hand spread apart your folds and your slick stuck to her fingertips. 

A whine escaped your lips, before you pressed them together, “Yuki… honey,” you tilted your head back, “Put your pussy on mine.. Please?”

She laughed, breathlessly, “You want me to fuck you with my pussy? You want your little cunt fucked so good?” Yuki stood and stripped from her shorts, no underwear either. You couldn’t suppress the noise that fell from your plump lips the moment you saw her climb on top of your spread legs, facing her back to you. She mushed her cunt into yours and rolled her hips side to side, “Yea-a-ah, dirty girl, dirty fucking girl. You like that, you slut?” She looked back with a sultry grin, eyes half-lidded. She knew how to turn you on in seconds, “You’re so greedy. You wanted to fuck me so bad, admit it.” 

You breathed out shakily, with an embarrassed blush creeping on your cheeks, “M-m.. maybe,” you gasped when she pressed her vulva onto yours, rocking her hips back and forth teasingly, “Yes,” you whimpered, “Yeah, I do baby. So bad.” A pout pulled at your lips as she rocked back and forth then ground side to side. Just to tease you with her squishy, warm pussy. You wanted to cum then and there, your back arching into every wave of pleasure she pushed your way. She was getting harder, more intense, and it made your cute little noises louder.

“Yeah, you like that, whore? Whine for me, yeah, you wanna cum? Beg for it. Mm- shit, beg for it,” Yuki’s voice filled you like honey as she fucked into your slit with her engorged clit, making you feel so much pleasure with just a few thrusts. She rut into you like she was in heat, humping harder than she had the last few times you’d had sex. You could hear your honeypot squelch at every thrust, to the point where you couldn’t hear anything else. You were begging, sure, but you were unaware of what you were saying exactly. It just felt so good. 

Warm waves of hedonistic pleasure coursed through your lower half until you couldn’t help it. This warmth was familiar as it took over and made you release all over her, squirting like a good little slut onto her pussy. She kept grinding, and you knew it wasn’t for her pleasure. Yuki had told you how tribbing didn’t feel like much for her, but she loved it because you got off. She loved to please you more than she liked to get off. You enjoyed it, liking to see her happy from making you squirt every single time. You gasped and moaned as you continued to cum, sticky and wet juices coming out of your tight hole right into her pussy. She grinned back at you, watching your faces as she continued. Your lipgloss was smudged and your head was dazed, so you didn’t realize when she got off of you, leaving your legs spread. You didn’t even realize you had squirted on most of your shorts, and a little bit of your skirt too. 

Yuki pressed a kiss to your forehead, leaving a small black mark, and smirked into your ear, “I’m gonna win this match, slut.” 

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GORO AKECHI FALLEN ANGEL

ART AHEAD!

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Hi! This is not my usual content at all!

I haven’t drawn a fully rendered portrait in so many months I decided why not do something for my friends @lawtism @foxboy-light-yagami and @veggietalesyaoisworld

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i've been asking this a lot and no one do it😞😞

May you write a fic about Pirate sukuna X Mermaid reader??

PEARL

18+ viewer discretion is advised

mermaid!fem!reader/pirate!Ryomen Sukuna Warnings: pirate AU, dub-con, love at first sight, imprinting, sukunas personality is V complex here, soft sukuna, pining, kind of slow burn not really, drinking, masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, slight humiliation kink, ass job, cumshot [back] backshots? mermaid sex sort of, idk man I'm making this up as we go SORRY Word count: 4936 DESC: Ryomen Sukuna never believed in mermaids, until he met you

NOW WHY WOULD NO ONE DO THIS!?!? I had so much fun writing this omg I LOVE THIS

Fair warning: this is kinda shit IM SORRY I have a HEADACHE

Sun blessed Ryomen’s features, kissing against his brow and creating a tan he could never escape from. The waves crashed against his ship and made it rock ever so slowly, back and forth, as he walked across the deck. He wasn’t sure how long he had been at sea, maybe a month or so, but he wasn’t getting any closer to his goal. The wood made a faint clicking sound under his heel as he paced, waiting for something. There was an island his crew had been in search of for months, but it was becoming a distant dream. There was no evidence it truly existed other than a map he had found in the depths of a library. The paper crinkled against his pant pocket, always reminding the captain it was there. There was never a moment where it wasn’t on his person. He didn’t trust anyone but his younger brother, Yuji, and his half-brother Choso. The two made for adequate help on board, but they weren’t serious. They enjoyed drinking into the night and regaling stories of mermaids. Psh, like those existed. Ryomen knew that tall tales existed, but he didn’t believe anyone thought they were still true. 

Mermaids were the stuff of fiction. Although he had seen his fair share of weird shit, he drew the line at mermaids. Sirens too.

Yuji was leaning against the railing of the tip of the boat, staring off into the distance with squinted eyes. A small bandana wrapped around his forehead to stop more sunburns from creasing his skin, and to keep his hair clean from the sky. He was superstitious like that, always fearing too much sun could ruin his naturally pink locks. His brother was somewhat right, Ryomen’s hair was more washed out from sun exposure than Yuji’s. Choso was different, choosing to stay inside and tending to the food. His aura was melancholy and it reflected in how he walked, with a limp. 

The rest of the crew were either downstairs or tending to their duties, keeping a watchful eye on their captain. Sukuna was a scary man when angered, but docile all the rest of the time. Most days he rarely spoke a word, unless it was to his brothers. His voice never raised above a mutter, unless he was angered. If he was upset, the whole ocean could hear him. And if he was intoxicated. But he didn’t drink anymore. Someone had to watch over the boat and make sure looters stayed clear of it. 

Ryomen took this life very seriously, never straying from getting what he set out for. So it puzzled him as to why the island hadn’t appeared. They were in the right direction, they did everything right! So why was it so hard to find this treasure? It could buy him a new life, and his brothers a better life. That’s all he wanted. All the other men would rave about the riches and the women, but he didn’t care for that. Women never caught his eye, he instead cared for his family. Or, surprisingly, the misfortuned. His crew was made up of people who needed a second chance at life, people who wanted to start over. He never judged anyone’s past. He had no right to. He was just a lost soul floating on Earth as well. 

“Ryomen,” Yuji’s voice broke through his thoughts, stopping his footsteps against the sun-washed wood. He raised his head and stared at his brother, waiting for him to continue, “Do you think we should anchor for the night?” 

“Anchor?” One of his eyebrows quirked, “Now why would we do that?” It was rather odd to suggest such a thing. But the more the captain thought about it, the more it made sense. The wind wasn’t very strong today, making the ship keep at an almost standstill for the majority of the day. Anchoring could let everyone get a good night's rest for a longer journey the next day. Although Ryomen didn’t typically sleep at night. Someone had to keep watch, and he wanted his crew to be awake in the morning than at night. He didn’t mind losing out on some daylight hours if it meant keeping up productivity. The only reason he was awake now, was because it was an hour and a half until sunset, when his job began. 

“Well,” his brother tilted his head to the side, pressing his lips together hesitantly. He had a stupid idea, “I was thinking we could have a bit of a party! Raise morale and make everyone a little less … depressed!” 

Ryomen raised his hand and waved it in the air dismissively, “No one’s depressed. I’d know if they were, brat.” 

He frowned, “They so are. Everyones been sluggish for days. Just one night of partying should reset us!” The boy perked up and waved his hands in the air, trying to convince his older brother, “C’mon! Ask Choso, I’m right.” 

“Choso would only agree with you to spite me,” the man grumbled, looking away for a moment. Something caught his eye and made him stop. It was something shiny bobbing in the water, a few yards from the boat. A bright color, flowing across the sea in an almost blob-like fashion. Like… hair. Ryomen didn’t hear Yuji’s further protests, boots squeaking on the deck as he marched over to the side of the boat. He placed two of his rough hands on the railing and peered down, astonished when the blob was gone. It was weird. Just … disappeared into thin air as if it hadn’t been there just seconds before. 

Yuji tapped his brother's shoulder, groaning into his ear, “C’monnnnn Ryommennnnnnnnnnn! Just one party!!” Like an incessant child who wanted a toy at the grocery store, he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted. 

He looked over at the boy with a muddled expression. Eyebrows furrowed together, he found himself searching his memories for an answer. Ryomen had seen unusual things before on the ocean, but never like that. Were his eyes playing tricks with him? Deceiving and pulling him from reality? Or were those tall tales really true? Nonsense, he shook his head, there wasn’t any reason to think that. His eyes were playing tricks on him, that had to be it. The pirate looked over at his brother once again, seeing his pleading expression, and nodded. 

There would be a party. 

Just because you were a mermaid didn’t mean you were a special one. You considered yourself normal, in every sense of the word. A regular mermaid with a regular life, who went to work and came home at the same time every day. Swam the same channels and hung out with her friends on the weekend. You didn’t find yourself longing for more or wishing you were special. You were content. That was until you noticed the shadow. You had heard of humans before and been told the same story. Don’t go up to the surface, they could spot you and kill you. Humans feared the unknown and mermaids were exactly that. You followed and respected the rules, so your curiosity never got the better of you, until you noticed the shadow. 

It was a large shadow cast over your coral reef home, making it almost impossible to see. At first, you thought they were building a new mall overhead or perhaps a new traveling show in town. But as you swam closer to the surface, with the cooler water brushing against your fins, you realized it was human. A ship. You had heard of ships before yet you had never seen one this close to your home. Housing closer to the surface was cheaper for being more dangerous, but you didn’t think you were that close.

The boat was brown, and covered in wood panels. Something came over your brain as you swam closer and closer, taking in the bottom side. One of your hands reached out before you and touched the cold wood, brushing against the edge with your fingertips. It was foreign to you. You had never let yourself explore before. You had never let yourself be curious before. It was an addicting feeling. Your eyes glazed over as your tail propelled you further up until your head was bobbing out of the water. Long hairs, of different colors spread out across you, hiding your form in a cave of strands. You watched with interest at the top of the boat, your eyes catching on one man in particular. 

He was gorgeous. Pink hair, pushed up in a spikey fashion, with the under part shaved and a dark brown color. His cheekbones were high and hollow, signaling he hadn’t had a good meal in months. But his body showed otherwise. The constant running, walking, and standing, meant he was built. Arms, covered in black ink, broke out from his sleeveless shirt and flexed in the sunlight. Ink covered his neck, lightly stopping by his jaw. It dipped into his front, and you just knew there was more. He hadn’t noticed you yet, staring at a boy who looked similar to him. They were talking about something you couldn’t hear, but from reading their lips, you deciphered his name. 

Ryomen. It was an ancient name, something you hadn’t heard before. You wanted to think about it more and admire him from afar, but he turned his head and spotted you. He didn’t see you, but your hair flowed before you in the water. It made your heart drop to see his face contort. It wasn’t hatred, but a look of shock, followed by disbelief. As he walked closer to the edge of the boat, you made your decision and dove back under the water, floating backward to hide yourself in the depths of the waves. 

The night rolled around faster than the pirate captain had anticipated. Stars lit up the sky and illuminated the ship, although most of the light came from the lanterns strung across columns. He didn’t drink but opted to sit on a barrel and watch as his shipmates did. They all danced around and sang as if there wasn’t a care in the world. He would’ve danced with them, or done something lively, but he couldn’t get that image out of his head. He had seen something in the water, something alive. It watched him through a veil of thick-colored hair, that bobbed in the ocean’s water. And it ran away the moment it realized he had seen it.

“Ryomen,” a voice behind the man made him jump. He looked over and saw his half-brother, with a tired look across his features, staring back at him, “You should dance.” 

“I’m tired.” 

“Ryomen,” he said knowingly, “stop worrying and enjoy yourself.” 

“I said I’m-” but he was cut off again by a pointed look from Choso. He was hot-headed, sure, but Choso was another level if angered. Ryomen let out a breath and got up, slipping off his jacket. Yuji had brought his fiddle, playing some tune everyone had heard of. It was simple but drowned out by the voices of their laughter and singing. It was a cheery moment, filled with more screams once their captain got up and bowed dramatically. 

“Captain!” A crewmate, Nobara, chided. She strolled over to him and took his hand, “Dance with me, will ya?” She was about Yuji’s age, which made her almost a younger sister in his eyes. He took her hand and put another on her shoulder. With one movement he picked the younger girl up and set her feet atop her shoes, striding around the deck with a small smile. She giggled and laughed, holding onto him so she wouldn’t fall. It even made him smile wider, which was strange considering he used to never smile until he met his crew. They all … softened him. Showed Ryomen a side of himself he hadn’t known before. 

The captain didn’t notice, in fact, no one noticed they had a guest. From a gap in the railing, a small hole, you watched. You never left. Your curiosity was starting to get you into more dangerous situations, hanging off the edge of the boat all to see a man who didn’t know you existed. You watched him as his face contorted into a smile, echoing laughter radiating from his chest. It calmed you, to see this side of him. Watching him dance and have an amazing time, all without realizing someone was watching. 

They danced for another hour and drank for several. But you never left. You ducked your head when the crewmates got close and peeked up to meet Ryomen’s rugged face. He didn’t notice you, no one else did. They were lost in their own world and you were more thankful than ever. His eyes had softened and his smile was radiating, so you were surprised when everyone had left that it… disappeared. The captain put his coat back on and looked around. He didn’t do much to the bottles lying across the deck, or the garbage, opting to kick it with his shoe. There was a hollow look on his face and you desperately wanted to know why. What changed him from turning so happy and charismatic into… that? You had to admit, it was hot. And you had to admit, you were beginning to feel a way about this man you had never felt about anyone before. A loud heartbeat thumped in your ears and made the world slightly fog over, in a daze. 

You had imprinted on him. 

It’s a bit self-explanatory, but I’ll explain it for a bit. Seeing someone, the someone in mermaids sets off a biological code. They can tell from the moment they meet that person that that’s their lover, their someone, for the rest of their lives. It was complex, seeing as you were two different species. And, seeing as he didn’t even know your existence. You couldn’t get the feeling out of your head that he was meant to be yours, in some universe or lifetime.

You didn’t realize it, from all this info dumping, but being out of the water for so long had dried up your tail, causing you to transform. A bit more lore, if you will. Mermaids, in any body of water, will form a tail around their legs as a protective barrier. Although, out of the water their legs are shown and they can use them, it’s illegal and forbidden to even go above the water and test this theory out. Many mermaids who've tried to live undercover as humans always get outed in some way or another, so after so many terrible disastrous stories, the king outlawed it. You always followed the rules, but you knew it would happen. Looking down, you gasped and stared for a moment before warmth spread across your inner legs. 

Masturbating as a mermaid was always kind of a chore, finding the sensitive spot over your tail and rubbing until you got somewhere took forever. But you always heard stories from your more adventurous friends that masturbation with legs was heavenly. Your eyes glanced from your bare legs back to Ryomen who was seated on another barrel and staring at the open ocean. It was so wrong, to touch yourself in front of someone who had no idea, but you couldn’t help yourself. You grabbed onto the ledge and slid one of your hands in between your legs, spreading apart your foreign folds. It was wet and slippery, but a different kind of wetness. Not from water, but natural lubrication. Your teeth found your bottom lip, biting down to suppress a noise when your fingers brushed over a sensitive spot. Was this the clit? It felt so good, that you started to focus solely on it. Rubbing small circles over your clit and praying you wouldn’t be too loud. 

It felt like you were on fire, watching the captain and imagining what he would do to you. His cock, because human cocks were much better than mermaid cocks, you’ve heard, would feel so good in your wet pussy. You could imagine him stretching you out and fucking into you with such sheer force it would hurt. It would be different from the sex you’ve had before, no more men laying eggs in you. But instead, pumping bucket loads of sperm inside your tight hole. Your fingers slipped into your cunt, three at a time. Small noises escaped from your mouth and before long you began to unravel. You could see it on the horizon, and feel the orgasm building in your stomach. It was so good, it was so hot. You tried your hardest not to moan too loud, but you did. It was a small noise that could have been passed off as a grunt or perhaps a pained noise. But he knew. 

Ryomen’s head snapped in your direction and he saw your face contorted in some kind of pleasure. You pressed your lips together and widened your eyes, thinking of something to do. But in that moment, you were frozen. It was fear, but it was excitement. You had been caught and humiliated, and it felt so hot. Your fingers trailed up from your pussy and to the ledge, glistening in the light. The captain just stared at you for a moment, trying to wrap his head around what exactly to do next. He was face to face with a mermaid of some sort, who he had just heard moan. He stood up and slowly made his way over to you, boots squeaking. 

“You,” he gruffed, kneeling to look you over. You stared up at him with wide eyes. He was gorgeous up close too, something out of a fairytale. You wanted to extend your hand and reach out for him, let him pull you up and into his embrace. 

“Me,” you repeated sheepishly, a hazy blush forming at your temple. Ryomen reached for your hand and took it, looking over your delicate skin. You went to continue, but he pulled you up. You gasped and let go of the ledge, then found yourself being thrown backward into the water. When your frame hit the water, a shriek escaped your lips and was cut short. 

“You!” You gasped, breaking the surface tension and appearing back from the waves, “What the hell was that for?!?” He raised a calculated eyebrow and nodded, standing up. The captain's body shifted from side to side as he debated a response. You could see the wheels turning in his head as he decided if he should even respond to you, or leave you to drown. Of course, you wouldn’t drown, but it was the thought behind it that left a sour taste in your mouth. 

“You’re a siren. Some kind of temptress trying to infiltrate my crew,” he spoke proudly as if he had come to the right conclusion. You stared up at him with a dumbfounded expression. How could he be so far from the truth? You weren’t there to tempt him into diving in and drowning, that was an outdated stereotype. The majority of the mermaids and sirens you knew didn’t want anything to do with humans. Why would he think that? In all honesty, you just wanted to feel his skin again. When he grabbed you, you had a chance to feel his rough calloused hands against yours. He was strong and warm—a warmth you had never experienced before. 

“I wasn’t gonna-” A frown pulled at your lips, swimming forward to the base of the ship. With force and a lot of groaning, you made your way back up to the ledge with arm strength alone. The man watched you without a caring look in his eye. To him you were here to ruin his mission, the quest he had taken so long for. You were … his enemy. You weren’t sure how to make him see you didn’t want any harm, but rather him. In those few hours of just watching Ryomen and seeing him operate, you had begun to fall for him, even imprinting on his being. It was a tale as old as time, a creature falling in love with a human who couldn’t want anything to do with them. You had heard it play out before, but you wanted to try. Something about him felt different, even if his initial reaction was the same.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” the words flowed out of your mouth gently, taking the captain by surprise. You saw it in the way his eyebrow twitched, and the corners of his mouth pulled down into a frown, “I’ve been watching you all today. You intrigue me, Ryomen.” 

“How do you know my name, wench?” He sneered back at you, a cold wall in place of the warm exterior you had seen moments prior with his crew. 

“I heard it. I heard a lot.. I don’t want to hurt you,” you looked down at your hands, then to your tail that flowed in the small breeze, “I don’t want to hurt you or your crew.” 

He was silent for a moment, lips pressed into a line. He stared at you with an expression that was hard to read. Thinking, calculating, and figuring out his next move. Ryomen was truly stunned. He had never expected a siren to be real and approaching him. And he had never expected one to be so … beautiful. The captain had to admit, he was captivated by your beauty from the moment he saw your orgasm face. Yeah, he knew what you were doing. He didn’t want to think about how it turned him on to be watched like that, hear your sweet moans fill the salty air.

Sukuna knew the tale, a beautiful siren would take in a captain and make him jump. He knew it all too well, so he couldn’t trust you, not even if he wanted to. A part of him did want to. He noticed the fact you grew legs, followed by a tail in their place. He could see the appeal of drying you off and fucking a baby into you, then throwing you overboard and leaving. But something was different. There was a genuine tone in your voice and there was a genuine flutter in his heart. He would never admit this, or show you his warmth as he did his crew. You were a stranger who deserved nothing but a cold exterior and a cold heart. 

“Then what do you want?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. You let a moment pass, silence falling all around you. You didn’t want to say it because the answer would make you completely and utterly vulnerable. But you had to, you had to say something.

“You.” The words rang in Ryomen’s ears for a few moments as he stared at you with incredulous eyes. You wanted him? Even after he threw you into the ocean for dead, you wanted him? You wanted this man when he showed you nothing, not kindness, not hatred, just nothing? He didn’t want to believe he had just accidentally captivated you so much that you’d fall for him, in hours no less. The captain stood and watched you, taking in your form. Your hair was covering bits of your face, and blue scales covering bits of your skin. It didn’t cover your breasts, exposing your perked nipples to the cold wind. It didn’t cover the skin of your stomach, how your rolls were accentuated in the light. 

He couldn’t deny he was a little bit curious, and the curiosity was turning into a perverted lust building in his abdomen. He had a mermaid at his will, a pretty one too, willing to do anything for him. The man could tell, from how you stared at him. So in love. It was cute, it made even his heart flutter just a bit. But it was still Ryomen, as warm as he was to his crew he was still a cold-hearted man. And he was a man. A lonely man, who hadn’t seen someone look at him with such love in his whole life. It was intoxicating, how you devoted yourself without thinking. Imprinting. He had read about it but never seen it in person. Hell, he had never seen a mermaid in person before. It was all new to Ryomen. There were mixtures of love, lust, warmth, coldness, confusion, love- love? He didn’t know you! How could he love you? But… it wasn’t natural. There was a pull, different from his other thoughts. It took over his thoughts and made him forget those perversions. It made him want to kneel and take your hand, pulling you from the water and holding you close. Was this the effect of your imprinting somehow rubbing off of him? Or was it… being shown unbridled love and affection that made Ryomen crumble?

Ryomen didn’t say anything, leaning down and taking your hand. His eyes intimately met with yours, as his hand enveloped yours. You looked down at him and a small gasp escaped your lips when he lifted you, without breaking a sweat. His arm flexed in the dull light, and you collapsed against his chest. Wet, you clung to him and rested your face against his pectorals. 

“You… want me?” You murmured, not bothering to look up at him. 

“I don’t know. I’m drawn, I’ll say that.” his breath was warm against your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand up. He was holding you up, so your tail didn’t drag on the ground. It wasn’t long or big, so it didn’t make a loud commotion as he set you down on the deck, “You.. need to dry off, huh?” 

Your head nodded, thinking that would be that. You didn’t expect him to pick you up again, laying you on your stomach. A moan-like breath escaped from your lips, “Ryomen?” You turned slightly to watch, but something stopped you in your tracks. He was drawn to you, in more ways than one. It was your imprinting, rubbing off on him, making you drunk on his scent. Yes, Sukuna had his own will, but he couldn’t help but be drawn to you. Your eyes, maybe that’s what it was? Those tales of sirens were right, except it wasn’t just lust he was feeling. Maybe he was imprinting as well? If humans ever could. Love at first sight, which caused massive arousal on his part. 

The entire point I’m trying to drill home is, that the captain was (whether he liked it or not) stuck with you, and he did like it. You couldn’t control your desires for him as much as he could. You knew he was the one and that aura surrounding yourself brought him in, making him feel safe. But onto the matter at hand? His erection was out, glistening in the pale light. You bit your bottom lip as you saw it bob from his left hand slowly stroking up his shaft. He didn’t know how mermaids consummated, because your penetration hole was not behind you, so you weren’t entirely sure what he was doing. 

Then you felt it, he pressed his length against your asscheeks, frotting it back and forth to create stimulation. A small whine came falling from your bite-swollen lips, feeling the foreign sensation, “I think… we’re going to have to get to know each other,” Ryomen breathed out between his thrusts in between your asscheeks. 

You said your name lowly, giving a brief description of your life. It was boring, with no parents and no siblings. So you had no qualms about leaving and starting over with this hot sailor. He nodded to your story and asked questions about different aspects. For him rutting into your behind, it was oddly casual. As if the two of you had silently agreed, this was normal, and you were now committed. Then he narrated his tale, growing up an orphan with two younger brothers to take care of. How he wanted a better life for his siblings and by doing this exploration, he’d get that. At points, the two of you forgot he was even humping your ass to begin with. It was so intimate, that detail slipped your mind. 

It didn’t though, when his grip on your hips tightened, sharp nails digging into your scaled skin. He gaped and groaned, throwing his head back. You felt so good, different than the women he had fucked before. You were good and quiet, letting him hump you until he was about to cum. Then Ryomen leaned back and stroked himself to completion, spilling all on your pretty little back. You gasped and shuddered at the cold sperm, dripping onto your lower back. 

“Warning, next time,” you breathed out, looking back at him. 

Ryomen smiled and nodded, “Of course. Are you dry yet?” 

You looked down at your still very mermaid bottom half and glanced back at him, “Do I look dry?” A hearty laugh escaped his mouth and he shook his head as you continued, “Just a few more minutes. Am I officially coming home with you? I mean, I’d like to, if you’re offering.” 

“I don’t think I have a choice. I just came on your…” He trailed off, “I don’t even know why I,” another laugh, “Did that. I think you imprinted- or maybe I imprinted? I just… feel something for you I’ve never felt for anyone else before.” 

“You mean it?”

“Mean it.”

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HIII❤️can you write sukuna x reader with narcolepsy🙏

I’m Gon’ Talk You Thru It!

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Fem!reader/Ryomen Sukuna Warnings: established relationship, soft sukuna, consensual somnophilia, oral sex [female receiving], vaginal sex, creampie, this isn't realistic at all IM SORRY Word count: 1594 DESC: Your boyfriend battles your narcolepsy!

This was such a creative ask, thanks!!

The first time it happened, he genuinely thought you died. You’d think being in a committed two-month relationship would make you apt to tell your boyfriend you had narcolepsy, but it slipped your mind. Ryomen just sat there momentarily as you drifted to sleep, first thinking you were joking. Then he called your name, then again, then again. You didn’t wake up. He grabbed your shoulders and prepared to drag you to the ER himself when you let out a breath and began to snore. Oh. You didn’t die. Still, you confused and scared that man half to death. After doing one Google search he concluded everyone just falls asleep mid-sentence at some point in their life, right?

Once you did wake up though, you told him about it. You didn’t give him many details just, that you fall asleep sometimes and it’s tough to wake you from that kind of sleep. Sukuna didn’t have many questions, which brings us to the current picture. 

Your boyfriend was balls-deep in your wetness, sending mewls of pleasure from your opened mouth. He was pounding you with no sense of how rough he was, giving you all he had. It was hot and sticky. His cock clung to your walls, getting stuck from how you clenched around him. He fucked you good, but never like this. Something was different. Maybe it was that small little skirt you wore or that new perfume. But Ryomen couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He groaned into your ear, hips thrusting against your own. 

His hands were groping any part of you that he could grab, while yours were scratching against his back, “R-Ryo..” You whined, leaning your head back, “F-mm sh..shit.. F-fuck.. I’m gonna…” You dragged out the last syllable, bringing your face closer to his. He could see the pleasure building in your features and he loved pleasing you like that. He was the only one who could fuck you this good. 

You had met Ryomen Sukuna at college, he was on your track team. The two of you never spoke, until you were paired for a partner race. He was notorious for being loud and menacing, which he was. You tried to switch out with your coach, but he wouldn’t let you. So, you stuck it out. In doing so, you got to know him better and saw Ryomen wasn’t that scary, once you peeled some layers back. He was competitive, a fire lighting inside him when you won the last half of the race. His cheers were loud and they made you realize he wasn’t too bad. Maybe that’s why you gave him your number, and maybe you developed feelings. It was slow, but your relationship grew strong. 

The only thing was, in being with him for a few months, your narcolepsy had never interfered with your sex life. You were on medicine, so your fainting spells happened rarely. But today, you had been more tired than normal. You didn’t say no when Ryomen initiated, even when you started to feel one coming on. 

Your grip tightened on his shoulders, “I’m.. I..” But then your eyes rolled back and you laid limply against the bed. It took your boyfriend a moment to register you had fallen asleep, or more like passed out, underneath him. 

He slowed his thrusts to a stop and slowly leaned back, resting on his knees, dick deep inside your pussy, “Hm.” The man just sat there for a moment, debating exactly what the hell to do. 

You had told him what to do in case this had ever happened, but he wasn’t sure. Yeah, he was a scary big man, but he wouldn’t go past your boundaries. Typically, he’d ask before ever laying a finger on your lovely form, that’s why consensual somnophilia took him a second to get adjusted to. You told him it was okay, in fact, you encouraged it. He had your word it would be okay, but he still hesitated. It took Ryomen another minute of debating before he sighed and got back into position, laying his front against you and thrusting into your pussy. Still wet, aching for him. You were tight, clenching around his cock as he slowly pushed himself in. Warm, sticky, perfect. He let out an involuntary moan and ground his hips to the sensation of your cunt swallowing him whole. 

“F-fuck,” he whispered, “Mm..” His voice was gruff against the squelches from your pussy. You lay there, mouth slightly open as he fucked into you. You looked so pretty and helpless, lying there without moving. Ryomen trailed his right hand up to your cheek, cupping it gently. He was never the type to be vulnerable, or even gentle, especially when it came to sex. But, the way you just took it, laid there, it elicited something deep within him. A fire, something burning in his stomach. Your back arched to the sensation as he hit your pretty G-spot. He knew how to fuck you so well, making your body react without you even being aware. 

Defenseless. Helpless. That’s what you were in that moment. And Ryomen had never felt more connected to you. Something about feeling you, holding you close, making you pleasured even when you were unconscious, it was hot. He could feel your body reacting, almost in a primal and instinctual way. That’s what was beginning to send him over the edge. His jaw clenched, teeth grinding as he began to feel himself fall apart. You didn’t wake up, not even when he came into you, thrusting in spurts of cum from his tip. You moaned, mouth opening to make a small O-shape before it closed and you let out a small snore. 

Sukuna continued to push into you, longing his orgasm as much as he possibly could. Once it was done, and all he could do was feel a tickling sensitivity down his shaft, he pulled out. You were still asleep. One part of him was offended he didn’t fuck you good enough that you’d wake up, but the other was thrilled. He could continue to do things to your body until you woke, maybe even mid-orgasm if he was good enough. He liked that control, being able to touch you in any way he wanted. However, he only stayed within the bounds of what you two had agreed on. 

Your boyfriend pulled out, groaning at the sensation. Typically, he’d wait and let his cum seep out of your tight hole, then eat you out. But the fire was still burning hot. Besides, he didn’t mind the taste of his cum. Ryomen knelt, face to face with your pretty pussy. One hand hovered over your clit, while the other spread apart your folds. His mouth connected with your cunt and he could taste himself on his cum. It seeped into his mouth and rolled along his tongue, his tongue that flicked around your cunt. You inhaled sharply and groaned softly, moving your hips to the sensation. Unsuspecting and totally aroused. 

One of his fingers lightly rubbed on your clitoris, making your moans louder. You were being so good for him, it was making him strain against the bed. His hips started to rut into the mattress, giving Sukuna some sort of stimulation. Your gasps and light whines were doing things to him that they hadn’t done before. Maybe it was the fact you couldn’t control how your body reacted to the pleasure, or the fact it was his pleasure that was making you sound so cute. Either way, he could tell you were becoming close. Your breaths got quicker, your moans louder, and your hips ground harder. 

“Ry..Ryom..” You suddenly spoke, causing him to tilt his head to look at him. Your eyes were hazy, sleep-riddled, and your smile was lazy, “Aw.. b-baby..” You cooed, a small hand running through his hair. He could have melted right there, you were so pretty, even with messy hair. He pulled back from your cunt and assaulted his lips with yours. You gasped and caved into the kiss, wrapping arms around his neck to press him in against you. Two tongues collided, followed by some teeth. Saliva pooled at the corners of your mouths as he licked into you. Needing you. Wanting you so bad it was starting to hurt. 

“Let me,” he broke away from the kiss, “Put it in..” Sukuna’s voice was gruff and low, spilling into your ears like honey. You nodded, pulling his lips back in. It felt so good as they molded against each other, breaking apart for air and then delving right back in. His rough hand slid down your front and grabbed his swollen dick, pressing the tip to your throbbing pussy. You wanted to cum so much and on his dick. You were teased, poked, and prodded, aching for release.

Ryomen thrust into you, causing a whimper to escape your lips, “Pe..perfect,” you gaped, trying not to make too much noise. It felt so good, how his big log rubbed against your insides and made your tummy bulge. 

Even if it had just been a few months, you loved him and he loved you. Although, you hadn’t said it yet. Would now be a good time to say it? Ryomen was really debating it as he buried his cock into your warmth. But the seconds slipped into minutes and he didn’t say a word, letting the room be filled by your pathetic moans. 

You two really needed to do this more often.

[garfunklefield]

can I request Toji with a female s/o who is insecure of her small boobs because I'm always very insecure of mine.

Thank you!

Pretty Thing!

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Fem!reader/Toji Fushiguro Warnings: Humor and some angst, self love, mature language, Toji is emotionally constipated, comfort, sensual kissing, nipple play Word count: 1374 DESC: Toji tries, fails, then tries again to make you feel confident!

As someone from the big titty committee, I think small boobs are beautiful!!! (And so does Toji!)

Toji never understood that when you complained, you were serious. You had breasts on the smaller side and it always made you stare just a bit longer in the mirror, especially when you wore something low-cut. Why couldn’t you get that cleavage all those pretty Instagram models had? Why was it they had to be blessed and you got the scraps? It didn’t initially make you insecure, but recently you found yourself wearing more conservative things to hide your boobs further. 

Your boyfriend never realized how deep your insecurity went, kind of brushing it off honestly. He assumed it was one of those things you both knew wasn’t true because he’s an idiot, so he never felt the need to tell you how he really felt. At first, you were confident he liked your breasts for their size and how easily they fit in the palm of his hand. But then… without any reassurance? You started to lose all your confidence and wonder if he liked them. 

He did notice you were upset today. But being the kind of stupid guy he was, he just assumed it wasn’t anything to bring up. He was bad at … discussing feelings. So Toji decided to avoid feelings altogether unless you brought it up. That was his fatal flaw, never bringing up issues and waiting for you too. It was tiring, and you weren’t having it today. 

“Hey,” he nudged your arm with his own. The two of you were seated on your couch. You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone, in a baggier shirt that hid your body. You looked over at him and he motioned to his phone, “I’m ordering. What do you want?” 

“I’m not hungry,” a frown pulled at your lips and your thumb went back to scrolling, “Just get whatever you want.” 

He narrowed his eyes, “You’re always hungry.” 

“Not right now, Toji,” your voice raised slightly. 

“Fine fine,” he backed off, going back to the UberEats app, “What’s up your ass today?” 

Typical Toji, uncaring and loud. He always thought you could handle his abrasive nature, how cold he could be. He didn’t know sometimes you wanted a caring hand. Why would you tell him? What if he just laughed? He didn’t know all you wanted was some reassurance you were beautiful, even with smaller breasts. You wanted to smack yourself upside the head. Why did it all come back to that insecurity? Well, it was big. It affected how you dressed and affected how you loved yourself. 

“Nothing, Toji,” you snapped back at him, not looking up from your phone. 

“Am I not allowed to ask my girlfriend what’s wrong?” His voice shook your ears, making your head snap up to him. 

“Not when you ask it like that!” Your voice broke, shattering down your walls, “God!” You set your phone down on your lap and met his expression. It was hollow as you started to break. Why was it that the smallest of things were bothering you today? You couldn’t help but explode and cave in, expressing it. 

“I’m.. my.. I’m not..” You tried at least.

The man found himself rolling his eyes, “You're pretty.” That’s where he thought it would go at least, you just aching for some kind of reassurance he’d begrudgingly give.

“My boobs aren’t big!” You then blurted, regretting the moment it escaped your lips. It was a strange thing to say, and you knew it from his expression.

“Your … what.” Your boyfriend blinked a few times. He hadn’t expected you to say something to that nature, and he hadn’t expected that to be something that bothered you so much. He liked breasts, sure, but he didn’t hate yours. He liked how he could hold each one perfectly in his hand, with enough room to squeeze it fully. How they perfectly fit into his mouth. But whether or not he liked it, Toji realized, shouldn’t make you instantly love yourself. You should love yourself because you want to. It hurt his heart to see there was a part of your perfect body you didn’t love. Maybe, there was a way he could show you that you should love yourself, regardless of what anyone thought. 

Toji sat there, staring at you for a few moments, making you feel more self-conscious. In your head, you had just outed yourself as a weirdo who overthought. He let out a breath and shook his head, “I like your body just the way it is. If you changed it, it wouldn’t be you.” His eyes scanned back to your upset pout, “Small breasts don’t … eh, define you.” 

You pressed your lips together, “But I don’t look like any of the girls you follow or any of my friends. They’re all pretty like that, I look like a prepubescent boy!” 

Your words made him laugh, but after a glare, he quieted down, “I’ll unfollow ‘em if it makes you think less of yourself,” he looked away in search of more words to soothe your insecurity, “You’re my girlfriend, why wouldn’t I like your boobs?”

Your eyes rolled and a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, “I know you like them. But I don’t know how to like them.” You brought your knees up and pressed them against your chest, hugging them close. Toji frowned and scooted closer to you, wrapping a burly arm over your shoulders.

It was silent for a moment until he broke it, “I hate my face.” 

“...What?” You looked over at him, “Why? You have such a nice face…”

He shrugs, “Never liked it. And no matter what people said to me growing up, I still didn’t like it,” he used his free hand to motion to all his imperfections, that you just couldn’t see, “But, I thought, if people can like my mug, why can’t I? So… I’ve learned to like some of it. I don’t like all of it,” his lips pulled into a deeper frown, “But I’m okay enough that I don’t hate myself.” 

Then Toji looked at you, “I think knowing that people love your breasts should motivate you to wanna, I dunno, like them? You don’t need to love them every day,” his hand on your shoulder started creeping into your shirt in a way that made you giggle, “But you shouldn’t hate yourself over something natural.” 

“You’re being so poetic for having your hand down my shirt,” you murmured, a small smile appearing, “But…” You exhaled, “I feel like you’re right.”

“It’s like, learning to be okay every day and loving yourself some days, eh?” Zenin tilted his head back, before turning it to you, “Can I show you how much I like ‘em?” You paused for a moment, giving him the silent okay in his head to pounce. You let out a loud laugh as he pushed you back against the couch, lifting your shirt. 

“Pretty things,” he cooed into your skin, taking the time to delicately run his fingers down the middle of your chest, “I could use you as a pillow, mama.”

“Oh shut up,” you lightly whacked him in the head with one of your hands. Your laughter got quiet when his fingers pinched around one of your nipples, rolling it around a few times just to teasingly stimulate. “Toji.. you don’t have to do this. I know you like them.”

Toji looked up at you and shot you an annoyed look, “I wanna.” That was all he said as he took your other supple breast into his mouth. You felt your body tense, your back rise, and your underwear become increasingly wetter. “I love these things,” he pulled back from sucking for a moment, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on your lips. It was supposed to be a sweet peck, before going back to the meat of the exchange, but your hands anchored around the nape of his neck and kept Mr. Zenin in place. Lips locked intimately, showing yourself to him. 

You knew he was right in some way or another. You didn’t need that fake self-love stuff those big-breasted models tried to sell you. You could love yourself sometimes, but learn to be okay with what you’ve got. 

[garfunklefield]

toji fushiguro headcannons?

Bend it Backwards!

18+ viewer discretion advised

Fem!reader/Toji Fushiguro Warnings: sfw and nsfw headcannons, mentions of pegging, fetish talk Word count: 576 DESC: Let’s get to know Mr. Zenin!

I don’t think I’ve seen these kind of headcanons around. I genuinely stand by the last one and I’ll write it too.

SFW:

Creative!

I think being broke for a lot of his life, Toji is super creative when it comes to just about everything. Your bike broke? He has a hack for that. Your car AC stopped working? Hack!

So my main point? I think Mr. Zenin is good at cooking. He can take anything shitty in your fridge and turn it into something decent. It’s impressive really.

Anger!

He doesn’t have the best cap on your anger. He can get mad at the drop of a hat, and take it out by loudly groaning and huffing. I don’t think Toji yells, since he knows how triggering it could be for some.

Maybe after he started dating you he decided to go to anger management classes. I like to imagine whenever someone pisses him off he just starts clenching his fists and goes “Anger management. Anger management.”

It’s only ever failed once. And that ended in a fist fight.

Fashion…?

Toji can’t dress for shit. I’m SORRY (no I’m not). He’s the type to go to Old Navy and look in the clearance section. If it’s in his size (which I think is 1XL) he’ll buy it.

So he has a random collection of shirts. I think if it’s clearance it doesn’t matter if it’s from the women’s section, he’ll wear it. There’s definitely a shirt in his closet that says wine mom.

Body!

I think in his prime he was ripped, and he still is, but not everyone’s going to have a 6 pack all the time. Don’t get me wrong, Toji is super strong. He can lift you and your mom. But, he’s got some chub on him.

At first he was embarrassed, trying to work out more to compensate for it. However, you helped him learn to embrace the soft parts on his body. So I do think he’s got a dad bod going on. But a true dad bod, not Jason Memoa between movies.

NSFW:

Up the ass!

Toji likes it up the ass. He didn’t know initially, even though he was once a man whore. It happened when you suggested pegging. My guy didn’t really know what that was and said sure because, let’s face it, he’ll do anything once.

He was surprised to find he really liked it. Now, Toji’s a bit embarrassed, so he only likes to get pegged on special occasions. So think Valentine’s Day or his birthday. You don’t mind, but you like how whiney he gets. It’s one of the only times you’ll hear him whine and whimper in a low tone.

Bisexual!

Toji is bisexual, or really just- he’ll fuck anyone. I say bisexual though since he has a strong preference for women, but he’s been in his fair share of homoerotic relationships.

His bisexual awakening was, follow me here, Marilyn Mason. This segways into the next headcannon ok!!

Goth fetish!

Mr. Zenin has a goth person fetish. It’s embarrassing now because Marilyn Mason is a shit asshole, but back then he was frothing over the pale menace. Now his fetish isn’t tik tok goths, no. He wants a true, trad goth to ride him.

Black lipstick smudges by his cock, your huge black wings smudged from how he fucks you. He loves women with shaved sides on their heads, teased hair. stretched piercings, split tongues. Oh, he’s into all of it. He wants a woman who wants to drink his blood and sacrifice his soul.

[garfunklefield]

ALL EYES ON RAFAH

Yes I’m gonna use the fucking jjk tag if you have a problem I could care less. I’m a jujutsu kaisen fanfic acc, yeah, but I’m also a person and there’s shit that’s more important than fiction going on.

If this is at least shown to someone from scrolling through jjk shit and they repost it I’ve done my job.

Here is a link to @ Erenhattamers link tree on Tik tok. Here you can help give aide to Palestinian families that need it.

Here is a link to @ operation olive branch’s link tree on Tik tok.

I know so many of you people on here have platforms. You have people who follow you. Sure it’s for fucking JJK shit. But why don’t you use it? I don’t care if it’s tumblr I don’t care if it’s your private instagram.

Use. It.

I DONT CARE: if it doesn’t go with your theme. I DONT CARE: if you don’t know enough. I DONT CARE: if you don’t post!!

I don’t care if you have ten followers or ten thousand. The algorithm needs engagement. So engage. Don’t spout bullshit when you can do shit to help.

I’m angry at my friends with Tik tok accounts or instagram accounts doing nothing. I’m angry at celebrities who want us to eat cake while they galavant around. I’m angry at people who sit and repost videos on Tik tok and think theyre model citizens.

I’m posting links. Re post those links. If you have money, donate. If you don’t. Repost. Protest, put stickers on benches, something. Block celebrities who don’t speak out, flood their comment sections. Pressure them. Do whatever the hell you can.

I might not have the most information and I might not have a lot to say other than pure anger. But I’m going to be pressuring everyone I know with platforms to say something.

[garfunklefield]

toji nsfw/sfw alphabet challenge? 🤭

ALPHABET CHALLENGE

18+ viewer discretion is advised

GN!reader/Toji Fushiguro Warnings: this isn't serious, HUMOORRRRR, alphabet challenge Word count: 3205 DESC: alphabet challenge!!

Hi! So I had literally no idea what this was until I did some digging on AO3! So if this is a little off, don't pay it any mind. I have no idea how I'd tag it, if I even would, so read at your own risk! Nothing bad or triggering though, so you're safe anon!

ALL EYES ON RAFAH

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I’m gonna level with you, my guy didn’t know what aftercare was until you brought it up. He wasn’t opposed to the idea, in fact, I think he liked it. Toji liked the thought of being able to baby you and make sure you felt alright after pounding you to Mars. 

Typically, he’ll pull out and give himself a minute to regulate. You know, let his pulse get back to normal and piss (UTIS ARE REAL GUYS). Sometimes, if he’s too tired you can expect a simple kiss on the forehead and coos about how you did so well. He’s not very affectionate, but he can be. Zenin will wrap a lazy arm around your waist and pull you closer, cuddling up to you.

Most times though, he’ll help you out of bed and into the bathroom. There, Toji would help you clean off. Now, this isn’t just a one-person effort. He expects some aftercare too. Even if you’re dazed, he at least wants to know he did good too. He would never admit it, but your approval does something to him. Emotionally … and sexually sometimes.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

As we can see from my many Toji fics, my guy likes ass. He doesn’t care for how large breasts are, although he does enjoy them, or how big a man’s balls are. He likes ass. Any kind. 

I think if he’s bisexual his gay awakening was John Stamos and his ass. (Don’t ask me how I know this. I’ve seen things…)

Not to say he wouldn’t like it if he got to squeeze someone's tits or fondle some balls, but the real thing that takes his heart is a juicy ass. Toji likes to fondle it till the cows come home, making you sore from the pinching and prodding. Even if you didn’t have a lot of cake back there, he’d still make it sore. Safe to say anal is on his job list. 

Now, his favorite body part of himself? I bet you’re thinking “Oh it’s his cock, for sure.” Nerp! I’m gonna say, it’s his back. I think while he’s too broke to afford a good gym membership, all his fighting and killing teenagers makes him buff. And with all that arm moving, his backs bound to get pretty neat, huh? I don’t know, I can just picture Toji flexing his back to you and grinning about how he found at-home workouts to make it look better than ever.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cum! Or should I say … cum shots! I recently learned there’s such a thing as oozers and gushers. Oozers have cum that slowly drips out, like lava, from their tip. Whereas gushers shoot it. I think contrary to popular belief, Toji would ooze. At first, he didn’t like that. He knew girls liked the stuff in porn and when he couldn’t emulate it, he was pissy.

But now he’s learned to be okay with how he cums! Anyways- the main meat of what I’m trying to say is, now that he was comfortable, he wanted to cum everywhere on your body. It was a hassle for you since you’d have to clean it off. Although, he did offer to help. 

He just loved to see your tongue hang open as he stroked himself to completion, letting his cum trickle down all over your pretty face. While Mr. Zenin doesn’t do it often, since he prefers penetrative sex, he’ll never miss an opportunity to cum on your body.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s a dilf (A) and (B) he’s old. Yeah yeah don’t boo me I’m right- whatever! I think Toji is more experienced than he lets on. Maybe even a bit embarrassed about how many women he’s slept with. He doesn’t want you to think he’s a man whore, or was, and he doesn’t want you to think he feels trapped. Quite the opposite, he likes monogamy a lot! 

But yeah, I believe he was a man whore in his prime. Yet, he wasn’t happy. Sure, he was popular with the ladies (and men), and yeah sex is fun. It didn’t compare to being loved. Nothing does. He was just using it as a shitty coping mechanism because he couldn’t handle his own feelings. Now that he’s older, he’s glad he settled down and met you. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This is going to be oddly specific so try your hardest to keep up since I’m not sure if this is a real position or not: But reverse cowgirl, sitting, on a chair. Which, I just learned is called backwards cowgirl. Fun. Toji’s very particular I feel. He had certain positions that he knew would hit just right for you, or really anyone he hooked up with in the past. He plays to his strengths and one of them was his literal strength. 

He’s strong, maybe it’s the lack of cursed energy, but he’s strong. So he enjoys manhandling a lot during sex, to show off I suppose. And he’s an ass man. This position was perfect. He could hit all your good spots and show off his muscles, by planting his hands on your hips and bouncing you on his cock. Not to mention, he’d get to see your perfect ass bounce. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? Etc.)

Toji is as serious as they come (cum pfft) during sex. He doesn’t break or smile often, going into a sort of dom head space. Although, he isn’t opposed to laughing if a funny noise is made or he accidentally slips out between thrusts. He doesn’t find sex to be serious in general, but he doesn’t go around laughing every five seconds. 

He enjoys being dominant and intimate, but he can laugh at himself.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don’t think Toji really shaves as much as he thinks he should. He shaved his shaft with a cheap razor he got at the dollar store. And being from the dollar store, he’s terrified to bring it to his balls. One too many Reddit threads on how he could cut himself, get an infection, and die had been burned into his brain.

Instead, he opts to trim. So he’s well groomed but on the hairier side. Think, a nice lumber jack.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As mentioned earlier, Mr. Zenin is serious until there’s a laughable moment. He takes your pleasure very seriously even if he doesn’t show it. Just as he takes your praise. He doesn’t really know how to ask for it, so he relishes every single time you babble about how good his cock feels. 

Toji isn’t a very romantic guy, I don’t feel. Sure, he’ll buy you flowers if he asks, but he finds that spending time together and doing nothing makes him feel closer to you. He enjoys it when you’re both sitting on the couch scrolling on social media, with your legs entangled at the edge of the couch. Or if you’re watching a movie and your arms are touching. 

It’s the simple things that let him know you’re there, you’re alive and breathing. That’s romantic to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s a little stupid, okay? Toji masturbates to the thought of you sometimes because he forgets he can. It doesn’t cross his mind when he can fuck you instead. Occasionally he’ll be alone in his room or on the couch and realize that he has free will (and a right hand). 

But no I don’t think he masturbates often. If he does, it’s always to a photo or video of you. I like to think he has a whole dresser drawer full of sex tapes of the two of you, alphabetized. But unlike Dennis Renolds, there’s no weird ball angle and he asked first.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Toji is notorious, for me at least, for being a character associated with breeding and daddy kinks. Which I like. But if he’s an ass man (coming full circle here) he’d be into anal too, right!!!?? I think it’s one of those things he won’t suggest unless you do, then when you do he’s scarily on board. Already taking off his pants mid convo, too.

I also think he has a mommy kink. Not like, he’d want to be called mommy, but if his partner was a big-breasted woman he’d want to suck her nipples and call her mommy, type of thing. I believe he could be submissive if he met someone more deranged and broke than himself.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Since Toji’s favorite position is backward cowgirl, I think his favorite place to fuck you is a recliner. So, maybe it’ll turn backward into reverse. He doesn’t care. He loves seeing your curves from behind, when you grab onto his calves for stability, or the little faces you make.

He can sit back comfortably while his hands do all the work. Sometimes, when he gets tired he’ll let you bounce up and down on his dick until you reach your high.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It’s your scent. Perfume, cologne, whatever you wear he loves. He loves to smell your hair after you get out of the shower and grind against your ass, messing up your clean body with his cum. Now I want to take this time, since I haven’t been serious in the slightest, to write something humorous. 

Toji likes your smell so much, it makes him hard almost instantly. Imagine your horror when you went into a Macey’s and sprayed the body mist into the air and he turned red. At first, you didn’t realize he was erect until he tapped your shoulder and gruffed into your ear, “Babe.. we need to go.” 

“Wh,” you narrowed your eyes back at him, “I’m not done. Can you hold on for five seconds?” You went to continue but his eyes shot down, as did yours. Raging. Tent. Pressed against your side.

“Are you serious.” 

“Just like.. A blow job in the bathroom couldn’t hurt, right?” He raised a perverted eyebrow. 

It did end with a blow job in the bathroom. And now you don’t go to Macey’s with him anymore.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While Toji is into some pain play and bondage, he draws the line at drawing blood or seriously harming you. So no knives. Although he’d be into having you hurt him like that, he just can’t stomach the thought of hurting you to the point where you bleed. On himself, he doesn’t mind.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

My man loves to give head more than receiving it. Everyone loves a good blow job (cut back to the Macey’s incident), but he just can’t get enough of your unders. You think your regular scent makes him hard? The scent you give off between your legs sends his head reeling for more. 

Since being a retired man whore, he’s good at any type of oral. Blow jobs are a breeze and he could eat pussy with a gag on. 

He does love it more when you’re struggling to fit his length in your mouth. It’s funny to him, before turning oh-so-hot, how you gag when he mouth fucks you with ease. He won’t be gentle on you after you get used to the sensation of your mouth full, ramming into you with enough force to knock the wind out of your lungs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Guys, we know the answer to this. Fast, rough, hard, quick, ruthless. Don’t make me get a thesaurus. If you had to fuck two Toji’s to figure out which was the real one, one was sensual and the other was fast-paced, you’d know who your man was. 

He makes sure you feel pleasure with every thrust and every spot he hits. So it doesn’t hurt, but it is quick. It takes you a quick second to adjust as he pounds into you, but you can’t help but enjoy it. It feels so good, even if the first few times you got rug burn.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

While he likes to take his time and fuck into you for hours on end, not everyone has that time. So more often than not, you’re left with super intense quickies. On the weekends or during a holiday, you’ll get a super long session full of teasing, slow and rare strokes, and heavy makeout sessions. But every week? It’s maybe thirty to forty-five minutes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As I’ve written before, Toji loves experimenting. He’ll do anything once even if it doesn’t pay off. Just as long as he’s going with the flow and pleasuring you, he doesn’t mind if it ends up not panning out.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Typically, as I’ve previously mentioned, your sexual sessions last for half an hour or a little longer. But Toji is a horse. He can go for hours on end and several rounds. Maybe this has to do with the fact he’s a retired man whore, or maybe that he holds out to please you just a little while longer. You on the other hand, are normal, so you both don’t go for as long as he could go for. If you tried, you’d be an overstimulated mess on the floor!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Mr. Zenin used to swear off toys until he met you. He doesn’t own a Fleshlight, but he does partake in the usage of cock-rings. He likes to wear one as he fucks you, just to last an extra minute longer for your pleasure. Many of the toys he owns aren’t for him, though. They’re for you. Fleshlights, sounding rods, anal beads, vibrators, dildos- Everything for you!

He loves to see how overstimulated he can get you, watching your body shake and convulse with every motion and movement. Then when you’re cuming, he feels like he’s hit the lottery. Just to make you see stars, is enough fulfillment for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Toji is such an annoying tease, it’ll piss you off. Yeah, he fucks you hard and fast, but the build-up can take hours. First, it’ll be a hand resting on your thigh, slowly moving upwards. Then he’s touching you in a sensitive area, making you groan with desire. But … just as quick as the man is touching you, he’s getting up for a beer. 

This same pattern can continue for hours, even days if he’s being a bitch. When he finally does fuck you, it releases all that pent-up sexual tension in a huge orgasm. An orgasm you’re never prepared for.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Toji is a groaner and a moaner- unless. If you, stick with me here, fuck him for as many hours and as many rounds as he can last, and then some, you’ll start to hear different sounds. It’s low and gradual, how needy he’ll get and how whiney he’ll get. You can even expect some begging if you hold out. 

But regularly? He whispers the nastiest filth inside your ear instead of moaning, he lets you do that. He’s never been a loud guy in that sense, so he just never got in the habit of making noise. Although, when he hits that perfect angle, he might make a louder noise than you’d expect from him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This might lose some of you but HERE ME OUT- Toji loves getting it up the ass. He doesn’t typically share this kink or turn on with anyone, aside from you. You had suggested it and he wasn’t a bitch, so the man accepted. He, however, did not expect to nut all over your freshly made bed multiple times. 

Your pink dildo rubbed against his prostate and made him whimper. Him!!! Now, it’s only reserved for special occasions since Toji was embarrassed. But every time his birthday rolls around, he’s a bit more excited than usual. Especially when you brought home a monster dildo. 

You’d only ever used standard ones with him, so when your husband turned forty you thought it was time to upgrade. That was the first time you ever made a grown man cry from orgasming so much.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Now I think this means their body? Anyway- I think Toji is built well and maybe a bit muscular, but not body builder level. He’s too broke to afford the gym, so as mentioned earlier, he probably does at-home workouts with cheaper weights. He walks with you in your neighborhood and all that fun stuff, so he’s pretty healthy. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Because his ability to last is so high, I was going to initially go with he has a super high sex drive. But the more I thought about it, I think it would be kind of low. This means when he fucks  he fucks. You can turn Toji on easily, but for him to get horny on his own takes something massive (or small like the Macey’s incident). 

There’ll be days where he just wants to sleep next to you and others where he can’t keep his hands off of you. I think it all depends on his mood. So maybe low-ish to average sex drive, I’d say.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Last but not least!!!!! This one is gonna be a bit angsty. 

Toji doesn’t really sleep after you both have sex. Sometimes he’ll be tired enough to doze off beside you, but he’s always alert. He protectively spoons your back and cradles your body, ensuring you can’t escape his limbs. 

He had never been loved before, remember his man whore days? Every person he’d sleep with would leave him in the morning, for him to sit in a pool of regret. Now with you, it’s domestic and comforting. But there’s always that fear of you leaving in the morning and never returning. The first time you two slept together and you got up in the middle of the night to get some water, he’d never admit it, but Toji was terrified you would leave him. He had opened his heart to you, intimately, and if you left he wasn’t sure what he would do. 

Then you walked in, a tired smile on your face when you noticed his worried gaze. Your words put him at ease as you whispered, “I’m back.” 

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how the jjk men kiss u? (nanami gojo getou toji hakari choso sukuna)???

Cherry Chapstick

How they kiss you? [GOJO, GETO, NANAMI, CHOSO, HAKARI, TOJI, SUKUNA]

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Fem!reader/JJK MEN Warnings: established relationship, tongue kissing, making out, dry humping, fondling, grinding, sadomasochism [SUKUNA], aftercare Word count: 1209 DESC: On a scale of 1-5 how good are the JJK men at smooching?

If you saw the first one no u didn't

ALL EYES ON RAFAH

Satoru Gojo ★★★✩✩ Tongue!

Satoru isn’t a bad kisser necessarily, but he uses his tongue a lot. If that isn’t your style, you wouldn’t really find it pleasurable. But he loves it. He loves to curl his tongue around yours and lap into your mouth, with your perfect body seated on his lap. It takes everything in him not to push you against the wall and hump your pretty ass until he’s cuming in his pants. 

He has very little self-control, so your make-out sessions don’t stay make-out sessions for long. Within no time, his shirt is coming off and so are his pants. He doesn’t need to fully undress you, just kissing you is all he needs. 

Gojo isn’t gentle and honestly, he doesn’t really think about your pleasure. He can be a careless lover, fucking into you for his sake rather than your own. Doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy it, but it does mean you have to remind him to help you finish. Once you do, however, he’s all on board to make you feel good. He’s just … forgetful. 

Suguru Geto ★★★★✩ Gentle!

Suguru is a good kisser, hands down. One of the most skilled on the list. The only reason why I’m giving him a four instead of a five is because he’s too gentle. His mouth doesn’t dominate you as much as you desire, instead gently massaging your lips with his own. He uses minimal tongue if none at all. 

He opts to use his hands to make you feel better, grinding your clothed cunt on his thigh for you to get more stimulation. Geto prefers if you get pleasure over himself, kind of like a service top in that way? He loves it when you whine into his kisses, breaking away to catch your breath. It’s so hot. 

Kento Nanami ★★★★★ Dominating!

Nanami oh sweet Nanami… Contrary to popular belief I think he’s a harsh and dominating kisser. All that pent-up energy from his days in the office, coupled with pent-up anger and frustrations. He has to take it out somewhere. 

His favorite position is your back to him, against his front, your neck turned at an angle and his mouth planted to yours. He likes it so he can grind into your ass. Almost thrusting, as he tongue fucks your mouth unforgivingly. Kento knows you like it as much as he does, hearing you mewl as you try to keep up with his fast movements. It’s a sort of instant gratification. He starts every fucking session with some simple humping and tongue kissing, to get you throbbing for his cock. He doesn’t always cum from humping your ass, but when he does you know he’s going to fuck you so good. 

Kento is very good about thinking about you as he kisses you, cupping your breasts and fondling your nipples through your shirt. He does every little thing he knows you love, driving you crazy until you can’t bear it. And you’re begging for him to fuck you.

Choso Kami ★★✩✩✩ Needy!

I think Choso is a good kisser, but it’s fleeting. You can’t kiss him for long before he’ll start to grind against you, cock pressed to your thighs. Then he’ll pull away, whining in your ear for you to rub his erection. 

Your make-out sessions don’t last, which could become annoying if you’re in the mood for a long steamy kiss. It starts innocent enough, but by the end, he’s crooning for you to dominate him. You don’t mind, though. It’s cute to see how hot and bothered your mouth makes him. Just from a peck, he can get incredibly hard. It’s cute and pathetic. 

Just like Gojo, he doesn’t think about you in the moment. His head gets so foggy when your lips are on his, he can’t think about anything other than cumming into your plush hands. But after he cums, he goes into a servant-like mode. Begging and pleading to service you in any way he can. It’s sweet. 

Kinji Hakari ★★★✩✩ Sloppy!

Kinji is an inexperienced and messy kisser. He loves to have you in every position you can think of, hands roaming as he kisses you. Slobber and saliva all over your faces as he plants his lips on yours. You can’t take him anywhere. A simple peck turns into a make-out no matter where you are. It could be embarrassing if it didn’t pull you from your body and distract you with a burning pleasurable passion.

He can’t keep it in his pants, rubbing your body against his to get some kind of friction. His tongue licks into your mouth. Teeth collide as he tries to get the best angle, which always ends up in sweet laughter. It’s sweet, he likes you so much he can’t help but kiss you like this. 

I think he’s much more caring than he lets on. You think he kisses you like that because he wants to feel good, rather than making you feel good, but it’s the opposite. He sees how your body relaxes when he entangles your limbs together. He sees how you moan when he swirls his tongue messily. Everything Hakari does is for you. He could care less about his own pleasure as long as he was hearing you moan. 

Toji Fushiguro ★★★★✩ Handsy!

Toji likes to kiss you like there’s no tomorrow. His hands are on your ass, your breasts, your hips. Anything. He doesn’t care for humping, popular to contrary belief, although he’ll do it if you beg enough. He prefers to tease you with his large hands, rubbing your skin as his tongue slides into your mouth. 

His kisses are rough, but they can be sweet. When he’s overstimulated, or just in an intimate mood I suppose, he can be gentle. When you’re upset his kisses switch from being harsh to being soft. He doesn’t just kiss your mouth, he likes to make out with your nipples too. Weird sentence, I know. But he loves to swish your nub around his tongue and nibble on it, like every part of your body. He’ll make out with your neck, your shoulders, your pussy, anything.

He does it for you because he’s in love with you. As simple as that. 

Ryomen Sukuna ★✩✩✩✩ Painful...?

I’m gonna cut to the chase, he could give two fucks if you liked how he kissed or not. The king of curses does it for himself and himself only. His long nails dig into your skin and draw blood. He laughs into your mouth when you cry, and slams his hips into your ass in a way that hurts you so good. He chose you for a reason, you could handle his level of insanity. As he bites your bottom lip, sucking on it and running sharp teeth along the side. 

He knows you like that pain thing, so maybe he plays it up a bit for you. However, he’d never cause you any real harm. I think Ryomen is actually good at aftercare, even though he huffs about it. If he cut up your shoulders too much with his manicured nails, he’ll clean them. Even if he makes a fuss, he’d never let his property be damaged. 

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toji make me a single mommy pllleaaaseeeeeee!!!

Play Time (Drabble)

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fem!reader/Toji Fushiguro Warnings: this isn't coherent i just wanna ramble about how big of a breeding kink toji has Word count: 537 DESC: uhhhh yeh!

I'm posting a lot today whoops.

ALL EYES ON RAFAH

Toji never wanted children, but he wanted you pregnant. He wanted you swollen and he wanted you full of his seed. It was weird. He had never had the desire to fuck someone raw until he saw your pussy for the first time, and he threw the condom away. Every time he fucks you, he imagines you filled up to the point where you’re choking, cum spilling from your lips. It’s weird, it was always weird to him, so he never said anything. 

His cock came, spouting ropes of cum into your walls. But, he was hungry for more. Zenin had done just about every position at this point, yet he was still looking for something new. He’d never get tired of your tight fluttering cunt. He’d never get tired of the way you clenched around his log of a cock. And he’d never get tired of how you begged to be a mommy. 

You both wanted it, and you both wanted it in several positions. Cowgirl, reverse, front ways, back ways, sideways. All the ways! He tried to implement self-control around you, but it didn’t work. Every steamy make-out session turned into fucking his seed back into your battered pussy, again and again, and again. You could take it, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his hips collided with yours. You could take his strength and his semen. 

And you were a tease. You liked getting Toji all riled up, to the point where he’d beg to put a baby in you. It wasn’t regular begging, but it was as good as you’d get from him. 

“Please princess,” he’d rasp, hands fondling your ass, “Just once… once- one time, then that’ll be it for today.” But you knew him, you knew how long he could last for. And you knew how long you’d go for with your lover. Multiple rounds and multiple hours of pure overstimulated bliss, until you were crying and squirting and shaking. It was so good, how he’d fuck you raw. His cock would slide up and down your gummy and spongey walls, tickling your g-spot until you couldn’t take it anymore. 

You always let him get what he wanted, fucking you until you were pregnant. But even then he wouldn’t stop. The moment you got pregnant he was hard and fucking you over the bathroom counter, talking about how good you’d be as a mommy. “Good little mommy,” he cooed in your ear, “You’ll be.. You’ll be such a pretty mommy, f-fuck.. Pretty little mommy.” It was enough to make you cum then and there. 

And when you were six months pregnant your sex just got more passionate. He was as rough as ever, but seemingly more turned on than he had ever been before. His cock throbbed harder, his thrusts were faster, and he came a lot quicker. You weren’t complaining, especially when he moaned about his plans for the future. 

“I wanna fuck seven kids in you, baby. Make you full… full for me.. Mm-fuck..” 

Well, you knew it was just a heat-of-the-moment thing, so you didn’t think he was serious. Not until Toji came to you with a list of six names after your first child was born.

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uh- canon megumi is grumpy cold and mean. He’s 1000% a dom.

Hi anon!

I think this is an interesting concept to talk about and dissect so I’m gonna do that! Not to say I don’t agree with your opinion, because I do! But I also like to see how other people portray characters. I’m getting ahead of myself.

Basically, I think Megumi romantically (for this purpose of my argument or just point) could be dominant or submissive! His outward personality is super cold and mean, so I totally see that dom idea! Although, I do love it when people explore something different!

I love to see a grumpy character getting babied by a sunshine character in a way that makes them feel like they don’t need to be grumpy anymore! For example in a lot of Itafushi I see.

I totally respect and understand your opinion. And I think as long as we’re respectful about it we can think whatever we want about characters! As long as you’re nice to me about my opinions I’ll be nice to you!

Have a great day!

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it is a FACT all men are DOMS.

it is CANON megumi is a MAN.

it is CANON megumi is a DOM.

Hi anon!

I think we can all agree to disagree lol, and if you don’t like the sub content or really my content in general you don’t have to read it! I’m not offended in the slightest if you don’t.

Personally, I think anyone can be anything sexually if they want to. It all depends on what they’re comfortable with or into! You can think that opinion and I respect it! Just as I might think something else!

As long as we’re not rude to each other, I think we can all have our own opinions and discuss them in a respectful way!

Thank you for your opinion! Happy reading!

[garfunklefield]

So right... (drabble)

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Fem!reader/Kento Nanami Warnings: dub-con, professor!Nanami, dacryphilia, teacher/student, dubious relationship, hook up, exhibitionism, breeding, creampie, fingering Word count: 383 DESC: you knew it was wrong, yet you kept coming back

i think tumblr is hiding my posts that feature hakari its so weird help

It started out innocent. You’d stay after class, ask your professor for help, then leave. 

It started out innocent, until Professor Nanami had you bent over his desk, mewling as he pounded his large cock into your tight hole. You would gasp and cry out, begging him to be gentle. But he’d shake his head and remind you, “You want that A, don’t you?” He held your grades over your head to make you do anything he wanted, and you fucking loved it. You were a whore and a slut, shamelessly so. You didn’t care, as long as he was stuffing you with bucketloads of his hot cum. You wanted him to make you a mommy, a pretty slutty little mommy.

“F..mm Kento-o-o,” you groaned, pressing your face into the cold wood. His hand was pressing into the small of your back, making you arch against his quick thrusts. It hurt so good. 

Normally, he was quiet and polite in class. But with you, your professor was anything but nice, “It’s,” he slammed his hips against you between every word, “Professor, to you whore.” 

You cried out something you didn’t even comprehend and nodded, tears streaming down your face and saliva pooling by the corners of your mouth. He was huge, in every facet of the word. Cock that curved slightly to the right with a bulbous head, that hit your g-spot each time. 

He liked to fuck you over stacks of papers he hadn’t graded yet, making you cry your hardest not to get anything on it. By the end of your sessions, your makeup was as messy as your hair, which was beyond saving. To Kento, you were a way to release his daily frustrations. He could bend you in any way he wanted and blow his load as many times as he needed to, you’d take it. You were a dirty little thing, he could do anything he wanted to you. 

“You’re gonna be a pretty mommy,” he’d coo, “I’m gonna make you a single mommy, slut.” Kento’s voice was cold, sending shivers down your slit, as he fingered you, “You’re not gonna call me, not gonna say a word.” Every time, you’d nod and beg to cum mindlessly, waiting for him to fill you with nothing but cum. 

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Juicy Juicy!

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Fem!reader/Toji Fushiguro Warnings: hookups, clubbing, age difference, ass fetish, reader has a PHATT ASS, VERY public sex, HEAVY exhibitionism, breeding kink, creampie, dry humping, grinding, size kink, Toji has a big dick, standing mating press, finger sucking, daddy kink, pet names [good girl] Word count: 2313 DESC: I keep it juicy juicy, I eat that lunch~

STOP TAKING DOWN MY STUFF TUMBLRRRRR

Your friends had convinced you to go out that night. Typically you’d stay in and wear sweatpants, sinking into your couch and watching some TV. But something about tonight was different. You wanted to go out and… let’s be blunt here, get laid. You hadn’t had sex in a while, it was customary for you to yearn to be fucked like a dirty whore. So maybe you did wear something low cut, even though your main asset was your ass. You chose a purple mini skirt that exposed a baby pink thong between your legs and on your hips. Then your top, just a purple tube top. You wanted something that could get ripped off easily. 

Walking into that club, you didn’t expect your eyes to land on the hottest man there. He was large, bigger than anyone you’d ever seen before. Muscles poking out of his wife-beater and spiky hair framing his face. A scar pulled at his smirk as his eyes met yours. He was older, older than what you’d typically go for. But that’s not what made you pause, it was the log in his pants. Those tight black jeans didn’t leave anything to the imagination. You could practically feel it from the entrance of the club. Your friends murmured something to you about getting a drink, but you didn’t care to have them repeat it clearly. 

Your mind was set. You were going to fuck him.  

Two thick legs pulled you down the dance floor, inching toward him. You turned on your heel, ass out in his direction as you began to sway. The song was something you’d never listen to on your own, but it was perfect for clubbing. All it was was an excuse to grind on people, feel their bodies and the heat that came with it. Dry-humping was hot. You couldn’t deny it. The thought of getting so close to cumming without penetration … was hot. An erection pressed to your ass, in the sea of sweaty bodies, aching to release on your skin. That’s what turned you on

You tilted your head to the side, letting layers of hair brush against your forehead. You peeked to see if he was watching, and he was. His stare was lustful, practically tearing you apart with nothing but his eyes. You could hide behind all that hair, but it wouldn’t save you from his perverted stare. Now, you needed him to come closer. A hand trailed up your side, lightly pulling at the hem of your skirt. It was short, practically a belt that left nothing to the imagination. It didn’t help, you were wet. You were just a whore who found her next meal; Who wouldn’t be wet under that stare? You could feel your thong sticking to your pussy, clinging to the crevices, and making your movements tight. If you moved the wrong way it would create a tense friction that would make your legs wobble.

“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m gonna have to take you out,” a voice purred in your ear. He was behind you, a hand snaking around your waist and pressing you against his front. Your eyes fluttered closed and you let his warm touch take hold of your body. Even his scent was hot, making your head spin. It was a mix of expensive cologne and firewood, musky, sexy, and mouth-watering. 

“Oh? Maybe I want you to take me out,” a smile pulled at your lip, as you turned away your head bashfully. Your hips spoke for you, rolling lazily in a circle to the music. 

The man laughed coldly, hands directing your ass into his growing erection, “Name’s Toji.” You told him your name, gasping when one of his hands moved to your front, playing with the top hem of your short skirt, “You like ‘em older, huh? Naughty girl…” He cooed, nose touching your earlobe. Before you could respond, a wet tongue trailed from the spot where your ear and jaw connected, down to the crook of your neck. He bit down, applying pressure on your stomach to keep you in place. 

You gasped, hands on top of his, “...Tease.” You gritted, through a dazed smile, “Buy me a drink and I can show you how much I like older men, Toji,” you turned your head to the side, nose brushing against his soft hair. 

Toji pulled back from your neck, admiring the small mark he had left behind. His half-lidded eyes looked at you and nodded. But he didn’t move, slowly grinding into your plush ass. Your top teeth found your glossed bottom lip, biting down when he let out a groan. Oh, he was perverted. He didn’t care who was watching, just if he could get off. You knew from the way he carried himself, he liked to tease and prod at women, before pleasuring them with his length. And you knew, he wasn’t going to cum his pants for some simple dry humping in a club. So you gave, pressing your behind into his erection, which you could feel prominently through your skirt. He let out a gruff noise, both hands on your lower stomach. You danced to the music, at least, that’s what you disguised it as. To other people, they’d see a couple who was just handsy, but you didn’t. You knew exactly what was going on. He was teasing himself, getting a taste for you. Getting drunk off of your smell and your ass alone. 

You knew an ass man anywhere. The way his hands trailed from your front to your back, squeezing occasionally, or how tight his grip was on you, to keep your ass from leaving his clothed cock. Toji liked your bottom more than he liked your face, which you didn’t really care for. There was something you were after that was better than his hot face, his large cock. You hadn’t been fucked by someone as big as him before, and it was a curious kind of horny that took over your pussy. You longed to see a bulge from his dick form on your abdomen, growing as he pumped you with cum.

One of the man’s hands trailed up your front, squeezing your breasts before his fingers found home in your mouth. You didn’t care that you were in the middle of a club, greedily opening your mouth for them. It was hot, it was sticky, and it was sweaty. You moaned as you sucked against his digits, head leaning against his shoulder blade.

“Dirty slut… you want Daddy’s fingers so bad, huh?” He smirked, and you knew he was smirking too. One of his large legs spread yours apart, perching you on his thigh. It was wrong, to do this in the middle of a club's dance floor, but you couldn’t help it. You were throbbing, pussy lips spread in your thong. Your clit rubbed against the fabric, then on his thigh, causing you to moan through his fingers. “Good girl…” He murmured, head beside yours, “Take what’s yours, baby.” 

You started to grind against his thigh. It was awkward sure, but you didn’t care. How could you care? You wanted to be fucked stupid. Your legs spread and you bent forward, hands on your knees and mouth stuffed with his thick fingers. To anyone, it looked like you were dancing to the songs playing on the speakers, in the dim light. But you were busy trying not to moan too loudly. Pleasure shot up through your pussy, into your clit, and down your walls. Your eyes rolled back slightly, as you whimpered through a full mouth. It was only a matter of time before your slutty cunt came, staining your thong with slick cum. Toji felt you cum, and as a reward, he pulled you up by the neck. You whined and grinned, saliva trailing down your chin. 

“Little whore… Cumming from some grinding.. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” his words were honey to you. You took them in and nodded helplessly, so you followed him when he brought you to the back of the club. It was dim, lights flashing a neon pink. Couples were up against the wall, grinding and making out, so no one noticed when the two of you did the same. Although, it was different. His hands pulled your skirt up, your legs around his hips, and his fingers spreading apart your pussy in your thong. You gasped and gave into the touch, rolling your hips to get any sort of friction. It was pathetic how easily you unraveled for a man twice your age, but you didn’t care. It was sweaty, it was gross, it was nasty, but it was hot, it was arousing, it was godly. 

“Take ‘em off,” Toji uttered, letting go of you and letting your legs hit the ground. You nodded and did as he said, taking off your pink thong and admiring how wet it had become. The man grabbed it and stuffed it in your mouth, not giving you time to react as you were picked up again. Legs pressed above your head, you both were going to get caught, but you didn’t care. It was a kind of mating press, but up in the air. You cried through a stuffed mouth, as his pants fell. He held you up by pressing his front against yours, one hand supporting your ass and the other dealing with the erection in his jeans. You didn’t get a chance to see it, but you got a chance to feel it. 

You looked down as he aligned his tip with your folds, grinning as he groaned, “So tight…” How was no one catching on? But you didn’t have time to care, as he thrust into you. Both of Toji’s hands were on your knees, well under them, holding you up. Think of it like this, a full Nelson but in reverse, so you were facing him. A standing mating press, with your knees bent instead of up in the air. 

His dick slid into you with ease. Such a slut, you didn’t need time to adjust, even though you were tight. You were plush and clenching just for him. Your stomach bulged, just as you hoped. A moan flew out of your mouth and you leaned your head back. It was hitting every spot. Being so big, you were getting off from no friction at all, just the feeling of his dick in you was enough. But then Toji started to thrust, pulling out ever so slightly then snapping his hips, forcing himself back into you. You gasped, eyes widening. It hurt, it hurt so good. You were being stretched out in ways you loved, in ways you hadn’t before. Such a greedy whore you were, whining through your underwear-stuffed mouth. You could taste yourself on your tongue as he plunged into you, your walls clinging onto him making it hard for him to pull out. Plush, soft, spongey, better than any sex toy he could have purchased. 

“Fuck… pretty pussy for a pretty slut,” Toji’s eyes closed, his face resting against your neck. Your arms rose and swung around his back, digging painted nails into his shoulder blade. He moaned, thrusting in you with such velocity you couldn’t handle it. Spit dribbled down your chin, more so than earlier. Your tongue threatened to hang out, but it was blocked by the thong forced down your throat. But your eyes said enough. He was rubbing all those perfect, sensitive areas, making them unfocus and cross. Something out of a porno, your moans muffled but high-pitched for him. For him and his large cock. You wanted the man to pump you full of his semen, and make you a pretty little mommy. You would be such a pretty mommy. You whined at the thought, hips grinding against his cock.

“I’m gonna…” he groaned, pulling back to look at you. With beads of sweat forming at the base of his forehead, “I’m gonna cum…” You nodded quickly, giving him all the permission in the world. 

Who cared if he fucked you this loudly in public? No one had caught you yet. You almost forgot because of how good it felt, waves of pleasure rushing through your pussy and into your insides, making you clench around his dick. It was a few more seconds before he moaned again, signaling he was becoming closer. You needed it. You needed him to fuck his cum into your cunt and make you writhe in it, make you bathe in it. Fill you up so good you could feel it in your throat. Fucking your cervix and making you pregnant. Making you a good little mommy for your daddy, huh? You tried to speak, to moan, but it was cut off when he came inside you. Ropes splattered against your walls and your back arched. It felt so good to be filled up, you hadn’t been used as a cum bucket in so long. You wanted it so bad you unraveled too, spilling all along his dick with your filthy cream. Toji fucked you through his high, groaning and moaning into your ear as he came. Spurts of cum traveled inside you and made your legs shake. It was so good, it was so warm. You just wanted to sit there with it inside you and let it fester for hours, relishing in the warmth. 

You two didn’t even notice the security guard behind Toji until he tapped the man’s shoulder, “Uh excuse me?” You glanced over at him, a spit-covered thong hanging from your mouth, “You two are going to have to leave the premises.”

Toji blinked a few times and looked over at the security guard, “Sorry. This isn’t the first time this has happened, hah.”