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bug-exes · 4 months ago

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one piece boys as boyfriends.

luffy, zoro, usopp, sanji, buggy.

req ♡: Can I request the one piece boys as boyfriends/ dating them headcanons?

mary ♡: thanks for the request and hope you like it ! english is not my first language, i apologize for any mistakes.

rules ; masterlist.

luffy.

— luffy is the sweetest guy ever ! i'm sure he will live up to all your expectations and be the best of the best.

— he's a little awkward around you :( but he's also very loud ! ! he wants the whole world to hear that you're his girlfriend ! !

— he is not the jealous type at all. luffy trusts you with his whole heart and soul, he knows that you will never cheat or betray him and neither will he ever hurt you. you have guy friends and luffy trusts them! he hangs out with them and is not afraid that they will take you away from him. he is fine as long as your friends don't harass you or make cruel jokes about you.

— luffy loves hugs more than anything else! the way you give him your warmth and share that intimate moment with him is all luffy needs. he loves to hug at all hours of the day and night, his arms will always be around you!

— he loves kissing you just as much! he kisses you on the tip of your nose when he goes out and on your forehead so you know he's there for you and won't leave you. he kisses behind your ear when you dance together. he kisses your moles or freckles because they're your specialty and he loves them ♡ !

— ! he's a terrible cook ! he'd rather burn down your kitchen and all the equipment and then make puppy dog eyes: "i'm sorry, please, i wanted to please you, but it didn't work out..." don't yell at him 👊

— sleeps like a baby and holds you close to him so you don't run away.

— goes to the bathroom with you because he thinks a monster will take you (he can't watch horror movies).

— gives you presents at the most unexpected times !

— his love languages are touch and words ! he can't take his hands off you and stop saying words of everlasting love.

— luffy is crazy about your smile :( the way your eyes shine and the dimples on your cheeks don't go away makes his heart flutter like it's your first date.

— doesn't like to fight with you ;( even if you have an argument he will try to settle it right away so you go to bed calm, but if it doesn't work out and you go somewhere else.... his heart breaks into little pieces, the fact that it's so bad that you left 😐 will apologize to you a few million times and will do anything to make you forgive him!

zoro.

— the most needy boy :( he needs you to hug him and hold him several times in a second while he inhales the smell of your hair and draws constellations on your back with his hands.

— that's why his love language is always touching.

— he arranges the most incredible dates for you! he chooses the places himself and afterwards invites you on this little journey where he will propose marriage to you.

— for some people marriage is just a stamp in the passport and rings, but for zoro it's a whole life, so he bound your hearts and souls into one, made tearful vows to you, promising to always be there for you in sorrow and in joy.

— hugs are part of his routine. he hugs you every chance he gets. his favorite is the back hug when you're cooking something and zoro dances a little and sings your favorite song.

— kisses you on the lips in the most tender way to convey his feelings. on the eyelids to give you support and on the cheeks to show you how cute you are.

— he snores like a baby but will wake up as soon as you try to get up, he's used to sleeping with you and snuggling up to you that he won't sleep without you.

— he's a little spoon ! !

— loves to go shopping with you and buy something interesting for your home.

— during arguments, when he can't hear you and makes you talk even louder, and the situation in your house gets heated - he just walks away, leaving you alone. later, of course, he will beg for forgiveness and kiss you, and promise that it won't happen again, it's true. he doesn't want your beautiful and clean place to turn into a dumping ground for quarrels and humiliation.

— jealous often, but he doesn't make scandals, but just stands by you like a guard until your admirer runs away.

usopp.

— he's so cute ! you want to kiss his cheeks forever and look into those eyes that show endless love for you.

— he climbs into your room through the window, like in the most romantic movies, without fail ! with flowers in his teeth, "did you miss me?"

— his love language is giving you presents and jumping in puddles while it's raining ! ! !

— he loves to lay on you and squeeze you so hard ! he just wants to show you how much he loves you. for usopp, hugging is something normal, he is tactile himself, but with you, it's magnified several times ! ! he is not afraid to be real with you and he shows everything he has.

— we're not done talking about hugs yet ! another one of usopp's favorite hugs is after a hard day of hardly seeing each other and now you're trying to support each other, for him these moments are the saddest, he'll even cry a little because he couldn't give you a minute all day long ;( my boy.

— kisses too hot! his lips are on yours in seconds and his palms on your neck are clenched while your brain is trying to understand what's going on.

— but he also loves sweet kisses, where you kiss him on the cheek and tell him how cute he is.

— sleeping on you ! you can't get up, so you have to literally throw him off you, "wtf? usopp? i can't breathe, get off 😐."

— he likes to watch comedies and ask every minute about what's gonna happen next.

— there is no room for arguments in your relationship, he will quickly put things into a happy environment and give you his beautiful smiles, but if you do have a problem he will listen to you and do everything in his power to make sure you're okay and not worry about anything.

— he's not jealous at all! why would he be? you're together and you love each other, you know he would never cheat on you and usopp knows you would never do the same, that's why you're fine.

sanji.

— he is such a gentleman ! he opens doors for you all the time, gives you things and does everything to make you feel at ease !

— his love languages are helping each other, supporting you in hard times and spending time together ! all these things are important to sanji as a man who wants to cherish your every moment.

— he loves just holding you close to you and kissing your neck while goosebumps run through your body. sanji also likes hugs where he pats your back and soothes you, hugs where sanji tosses you up and hears your most beautiful laugh.

— he likes to embarrass you so much! to see you blush and cover your face with your hands while sanji mocks and comes over to you ready to destroy you with a tickle.

— he cooks for you all the time, and it's delicious, he loves to surprise you with his new recipes, he doesn't mind if you help him with the cooking, which then turns into a game of survival.

— sanji is crazy about the unexpected kisses from you, he's just sitting there reading a magazine as you come up and give him the most sensual kiss in the world, but he doesn't mind the air kisses where he puts all his desire to kiss you.

— will watch your favorite shows with you, he doesn't care what it is, as long as you like it, he likes it.

— he's a little spoon! he loves it when your nose is against his back and your palms are stroking his chest, sanji gets so calm and he sleeps the most beautiful sleep ;(

— sanji is sometimes unbearable and it hinders your relationship, he likes it when you get angry and show your temper, but he won't let it go too far, you are his favorite, so sanji doesn't really want you to lose your nerve cells completely.

— he can only be jealous sometimes, but then he remembers that you're still his and he doesn't have to worry.

buggy.

— the most charismatic guy in the world ! flirts with you 24/7 and he is not ashamed. he will make you as red as a tomato and then kiss you on the corner of your mouth.

— loves the hottest kisses when you run out of air but you don't want to let go of each other. will lose his head if you kiss his shoulder or earlobe, BUgGY DoN'T BreAthe ! ! your lips are so airy but leave the wettest kisses.

— jealous quite a lot :( he trusts you completely, but doesn't trust the other people who want to take you away from him. even if you have been in a relationship for a long time, buggy is still afraid that you will find a better person than him.

— big spoon ! loves to hold you tight and smell you ! wakes up several times during the night to make sure you are near, even if he still has a dead grip on you.

— likes to take long walks with you and give you the most delicious drinks.

— he's not the best cook, but he'll learn to cook and get a michelin star for you.

— he doesn't think what he says, and when he realizes it, it's too late. he may accidentally tell you everything he thinks, and then he will kneel down and beg you to take him back. you are the most precious thing in his life and if he loses you, buggy will lose his air and the meaning of life.

— he likes to watch soap operas! absolutely any kind, there is no difference, because he likes everything and later he can discuss it all with you.

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bug-exes · 1 year ago

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when they’re jealous: JJK edition

(ft. Satoru, Suguru, Kento, Megumi, Yuji)

warnings: none

Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami

Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori

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bug-exes · 1 year ago

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Hiromi and Nemo

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Higuruma Hiromi has a black cat.

A series of drabbles.

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Higuruma Hiromi has a black cat. Or, the black cat has him; he is entirely uncertain as to whom the ownership falls.

Hiromi came to give this cat a home, by matter of a guilty conscience and poor circumstance. He had failed to secure another Not Guilty verdict, but his client would only walk to prison with his head held high on one condition;

"I've got a cat, Mr.Higuruma. A kitten, really. I have nobody else to give her a home and she's too soft to last as a stray." The client released his confiscated articles to Hiromi; Hiromi left court with nothing more than an address, a set of keys, and a profound sense of failure.

Hiromi arrived in a dank little street, clogged by steam, rattling gutters and the stale smells of closed restaurants. Hopping deftly up wet fire escape steps, Hiromi confirmed the door number to a set of water-stained flats, and let himself in. Hiromi's nose wrinkled against the wafting odour of damp and neglect, noting an overflowing litter tray. Stacks of condensation-moist letters pulped beneath Hiromi's feet, an empty cat food bowl revealed beneath them. Whoever had been attending to care for the home and the cat had long since abandoned their post.

"Come on, little one," Hiromi cooed, kneeling down and making gentle clicks and kisses of encouragement. The silence was too loud and deliberate for the absence of life. Hiromi pulled a bag of treats from his pocket, giving them an enthusiastic shake. A small, uncertain skitter of paws on floor responded from deep within the flat. Hiromi's eyebrows raised, coal-dark eyes glimmering with a warm smile.

A tiny black cat, thin and dull-furred, peeked her head around the corner ahead. Her yellow-eyed head dipped, bobbing up and down as she assessed Hiromi, perched between starvation and indecision. Hiromi's head dipped, too, his hooded eyes heavy as he inclined his chin in an act of surrender, hands open and visible as he shook treats onto the floor.

The cat darted, paws barely audible on the floor as she skidded to the treats, white teeth like needles as she scrabbled the food to her mouth. Almost immediately, she was on Hiromi, brushing against his hands and knees with urgent thanks, ducking her little furred head into his fingers, two tiny paws perched up on Hiromi's thighs as he cooed delighted relief at her.

Hesitantly, Hiromi scooped the cat, as light as a feather, into his arms. She purred a rattly little purr, eyes hopeful and nose dry and dull as she looked up to him, tiny claws kneading his suit jacket enthusiastically.

"Such a good girl, there we go, let's get you sorted, shall we?" The cat purred louder as if in answer, toes flexing and unflexing against Hiromi's forearm. Stepping out, sending the abandoned flat one last sorrowful glance, Hiromi locked the door, making his way down the staircase, thankful for having been adopted by this cat.

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Hiromi received many appreciative and confused glances in the pet shop, one hand pushing a haphazardly stacked trolley, and the other holding his new, very tame, furry companion. The cat batted at the end of Hiromi's tie as it fell forwards, Hiromi leaning down to scrutinise cat food brands with intense appraisal. Settling on a decision with a brisk click of his tongue, he headed to the cashiers, grabbing a pet insurance leaflet, and flea and parasite prevention medicine on the way.

Hiromi felt a profound sense of purpose, having finally staged a successful rescue attempt for the first time in years.

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Staggering through the doorway to his converted-factory penthouse, Hiromi shed bags and boxes at the door, his keys thrown somewhere which wasn't the key holder. He delicately protected the new little life in his arms like a concerned father. She gripped her claws into his suit jacket, little head urging outwards as her nose twitched, black whiskers flicking delicately against the scent of her new home.

"You'll like it," Hiromi insisted, scratching her softly behind the ears to an uncertain purr, "it's my home. Our home." He lowered her to the floor and she stalked forwards, apprehensive, flat to the ground and walls. Hiromi prepared her litter tray, bed, food and toys. By the time he had finished, the cat had completed her preliminary survey, and, satisfied with her findings, hopped promptly onto Hiromi's old leather sofa, claws pricking at the fabric to make it comfy. Hiromi let out a halted, exasperated breath, glancing between her bed and her-- "by all means, make yourself at home."

Hiromi sat beside the cat, stroking her little head with two lithe fingers, musing out loud to her: "No microchip on record. Never registered with a vets. Even the neighbours had no idea your old dad had a cat."

Hiromi allowed the cat to step into his lap again, purring. He ducked down so she could boop her nose to his, and Hiromi breathed a warm, hushed laugh; "A real nobody aren't you? A Nemo, hmm?" The cat purred louder, rubbing her face against Hiromi's aquiline nose.

From that day onwards, Nemo the cat and Hiromi the Lawyer and Sorcerer, were a family.

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"Yes, Mr.Nagashima. Yes. Yes. Tomorrow-- tomorrow morning, 9a.m. sharp-- would you stop that, you little pest? NO! No, not you Mr.Nagashima, my cat, she's a tinker--"

Hiromi performed an awkward tango around the room, trying to hook Nemo off his trouser leg with his opposite foot, and she clung on, thrilled by her little game. Her yellow eyes narrowed up at Hiromi and her tail flicked in challenge. With case files under his arm, and a mobile phone in his hand, Hiromi mouthed wordless reproach at Nemo as she meowed, meowed, meowed in response.

Ending his call and dumping his case notes on the sofa, Hiromi lifted Nemo eye to eye, glaring at her without venom. She stared into him, eyes gleaming and innocent. Hiromi opened his mouth to speak, and Nemo raised a paw, pressing it to his nose. Hiromi stopped, huffed.

The cat won this round.

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"Nemo? Nemo? Where are you?" Hiromi had returned from work, and was dismayed not to be greeted by the usual little chirps and meows from his unruly housemate. He wandered the flat at a crouch, clicking and kissing, trying to draw Nemo out, panic starting to set in that she had got out, his clicking and kissing noises increasing in urgency.

Reaching a quick resolve, Hiromi headed towards the door, hunting for his keys which were never on the hook. There was a quiet little meow from the armchair in the nook by the front door. Hiromi frowned, unable to see her. Another meow. Hiromi squinted. Momentarily, Nemo's eyes flicked open, and she melted out of yesterday's black suit jacket, abandoned on the armchair.

Hiromi clasped a hand to his chest, leaning back against the sideboard in dramatic relief.

"Don't scare me like that! I bet you were enjoying me worrying, weren't you, you little tart?"

A single mollified meow pipped from somewhere near Nemo's food bowl.

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Hiromi lay curled into his sofa. All the lights were switched off and Hiromi was cold, tired and hungry, downtrodden by his day. Humiliating memories of the day's court defeat, his struggles to adapt to the world of Jujutsu Sorcery and the weight of life rolled before his eyes, and he sunk his head into his hands with a low groan.

The tiny weight beside him on the sofa, shifted. It crawled over his shoulders to settle in the warm gap between Hiromi's chest and the back of the sofa. Rolling playfully, and pressing little pink toe-beans to his chin, Nemo purred at Hiromi, surveying him for injury.

With a resigned sniffle, Hiromi stroked her, glossy, smooth, and calming, an inky black puddle in the darkness of his flat. They stayed this way for hours, sharing the mutual therapy of company.

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Shhhck. Shhhhhck. Shhh--

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The unusual sparring match continued for hours-- Nemo, perched magnanimously on the kitchen counter, believed herself subtle as she slowly eked Hiromi's coffee mug towards the edge with one dainty paw.

Hiromi, refusing to sacrifice the comfortable nest he had made on the sofa, extended his gavel across the length of the kitchen, gently knocking his mug back away from the lip of the counter.

The match continued for some time. Hiromi and Nemo were both competitive.

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Hiromi's flat eventually looked like Nemo the cat had always lived there.

Bits of food which she didn't want in her food bowl, dotted the floor around it, until Hiromi cleared it up at the end of every day.

Nemo's bed, as new, never slept in, held her selection of toys (also unplayed with, sharing the space with one well-scratched black tie and a well-chewed shoelace).

The pillow beside Hiromi's in his bed, had a permanent Nemo-shaped dent in it.

Nemo plaited herself between Hiromi's ankles when her monthly food delivery arrived, as they danced around each other towards the kitchen.

She walked across his keyboard, greeting his delighted colleagues with chirps and meows during his Zoom calls.

"What would I do without you, Nims?" Hiromi asked her daily. She spared him a withering, mysterious glance, forcing his enquiry towards the rhetorical as she licked her paws in feigned disinterest.

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Higuruma Nemo has a Lawyer Daddy. Or, the Lawyer Daddy has her; both are uncertain and unbothered as to whom the ownership falls.

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For @silkspunweb, my little black cat.

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bug-exes · 1 year ago

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headcanons (jujutsu kaisen)

hes so pretty, when he goes down on me ~

includes: satoru gojo, suguru geto, hiromi higuruma, kento nanami, takuma ino, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, ryomen sukuna

headcanons and lil scenarios about the menses eating you out. (fem!reader obvs)

a/n: this is a big one lol

warnings: gendered language (f!reader, afab anatomy), cunnilingus, squirting (choso), facesitting(hiromi), fingering(nanami), car sex (toji), multiple orgasms, edging, orgasm denial n a pinch of degradation (sukuna), overstimulation(satoru) and cum eating (suguru)

nsfw below the cut

satoru

throws your legs over his shoulders or pushes your knees up to your ears and goes hard in the paint fr

services you like your pleasure is priceless

learns what you like very quickly and plays to it

very eager, is like, visibly jazzed when he's down there

gets you like , super wet like, physically

like his saliva gets everywhere, all over your labia and thighs bc he's licking and kissing and sucking marks into your thighs and it drips down to your ass(mixed with your juices ofc)

talks to your pussy/about your pussy in the third person

fully doesn't shut up, loves talkin you through it

is either jerking off or rutting against the bed or the couch or whatever you're currently on

swallows and gives you the toothiest grin

def overstims you

"Shhhh baby, s'okay--you can take it. Cum for me again, yeah?" Satoru had your feet pushed up towards the sky, actively holding you wide open as he feasts on you. Your hands were smacking and grabbing at the sheets, the position he has you in leaving you fully at his mercy with nothing to grab and brace yourself with, and he wasn't giving your brain time to catch up.

You were trembling, clit twitching with each suck of his lips around it, only being able choke out sobs and screams of his name. "'Toru--fuck--" You felt the heat bloom in your face as another orgasm crashed over you, poor cunt clenching around nothing as he tongues at you hungrily. "Shit--gonna cum for me again? She's so good for me," He pauses, tongue collecting the essence of your climax from your fluttering hole, eliciting a long, throaty moan from you. "Such a good listener~" He pulls away grinning, giving your clit a soft kiss before he does, eyes finding yours--still darkened with lust.

"Know I can't get enough of you princess--gimme another one okay?" You feel two of his fingers glide up and down between your folds, your whine filling his chest with pride. He loves when you get this way. "Wanna make her squirt for me this time."

suguru

the type to like, make out with your pussy

like he licks and sucks, but also uses his lips

loves having your grind against his face, makes you fuck yourself on his face/tongue

gives the most mind blowing, life changing head

smiles against you when you show any signs of pleasure but ESPECIALLY if you pull at his hair

eats if from the back, loves when you sit on his face

soft spoken and gentle, kind words, actions do not convey the same softness

bc he also, overstims you

"S-shit Sugu--it's sensitive..." You croon, hips wiggling from the buzzing your clit send through your body at Suguru's quick flicks of his tongue, dipping down to clean up your combined mess as you involuntairliy push his load out from your walls. His soft voice speaks from behind you, breaths fanning against your pussy, sending a chill down your spine. "That's the whole point, pretty--need ya to push it out for me."

The action itself turned you on more than you'e like to admit, walls fluttering with each jolt of pleasure from Suguru's tongue lapping away at your puffy folds.

You were still bent over from when he pounded into you from behind, fuzzy feeling in your head from both your prior orgasms and where his hand was fisted tight in your hand to pull you up towards his chest. Now, he had your ass up in the air, his declaration of "I'm gonna get you all cleaned up, okay?" misleading you as you expected a warm rag and got his lips attaching to your overwhelmed cunt with a loud slurp, vibrations from the throaty groan he lets out at the combined taste.

His assault on you was relentless, tongue flicking expertly at your clit between the bouts of sucking he does on it, mouth opened wide to get as much of you as he could. The pleasure was all too much, causing your body to writhe and squirm away from him, you were going to cum soon.

"You need to stop moving so much dove." You let out a noise, trying to warn him of your impending orgasm, but Suguru hushes you knowingly. "No more squirming okay? I'm almost done, promise."

kento

he's efficient down there, gets you to cum quickly

efficient doesn't mean he treats it as a chore tho

he'd spread you open for better access

licks at your juices like he's dying of thirst fr

has drool and your cum dripping down his neck by the time he's done

always uses his fingers, whether its to finger you or to give your clit some attention

hugs your hips, effectively locking you in place

checks up on you because he will be down there for a good minute, and he doesn't wanna overwhelm you

You were trying to collect yourself, chest heaving as you attempt to come down from your orgasm.

Kento's features were soft, and full of adoration as he looked at you, thumbs gently circling the skin below your navel as he lets you come down. "Would you like another one, my love?"

Your voice is hoarse as you moan out a yes, hips pushing towards his face impatiently. "Kento~"

He chuckles softly, the sensation of his breath fanning against you making your clit twitch, and he presses a soft kiss to it, fingers circling your entrance before pressing in.

Look at you baby, so good-taking my fingers like this. Does it feel good?"

It felt amazing, so amazing you could barely vocalize it. His fingers curled into you just right, the pressure driving you crazy, and the way his lips wrapped around your clit was divine, all you could do was babble your praise.

"Know you're still a bit sensitive sweetheart," he mumbles against you. "Stop me if it gets too much, okay?"

takuma

is a bit unsure of what to do but he really gives it his all

relies on your instruction and lots of trial and error but when he gets it he gets it

becomes really good with his tongue, has your toes curling and back arching with the ways he uses it

always looks at your face bc he thinks you're mad pretty

talks to make sure you're enjoying yourself

"do you like it like this?" "does this feel good, babe?"

moans more than you do lowkey, he's just enjoying himself

denies your offer to give because he genuinely just likes pleasuring you

"Mmm, fuck 'kuma, right there--" you groan out, hand fisting the roots of his hair tightly as your hips undulate against his face, his satisfied hum showcases his enjoyment as well.

"So pretty like this..." he mumbles, face buried as deep as it'll go as he licks up your slit greedily, eyes trained on how your eyes flutter shut from his ministrations, how your jaw hangs open, soft moans leaving you at a steady pace. "Pay more attention to my clit--ahhhh"

Ino was gently flicking at the nub now, fufilling your request and then some, one of his fingers pressing into your entrance, the muscle clamping down on him like a vice, making finding the sweet spot in your wall that much easier for him. "Like this?" He lets out a deep groan at the way you mewled prasie at him, orgasm rapidly approaching as his tongue flicks against your needy clit with more urgency.

"Love makin' you feel good. Always so pretty when you cum."

choso

the munchiest munch of all i do not care

is very much at home between your legs, eating you out brings him pleasure as well as comfort

loves your smell and tastes, gets fully lost in the sauce down there

literally any time he notices you're a bit horny he's going for a dive

any time he's particularly stressed or worked up he's gettin in there

puts you on the floor, the counter, on his face, against the wall, legs in the air he does not care and is literally always ready for it

its loud when he eats it too like its so embarrassing

obsessed with the way you cum on his face

cums untouched if he's down there long enough, and is fully content with that

You yelp when Choso scoops you up and haphazardly sets you on the counter, making quick work of the sweats you were wearing and carelessly pulling your underwear out of the way, licking into you with a low, guttural groan, effectively shutting up any of your protests on how unsanitary it is to do this on the counter.

"Choso--baby--" You hide in your hands, the sounds of his drinking in your arousal bringing heat to your cheeks. His brows furrow and he pulls away, guiding your hands to his hair, his implied instructions clear.

He continues to messily lap at your cunt, your hands holding his two ponytails like handlebars as you hold him close, trying to get his tongue as deep into you as you could get it. Your face still flushed, mostly from pleasure now, was relaxed in pure euphoria as Choso's mouth worked it's magic. At some point, two of his fingers replaced his tongue within your plush walls, pressing into a spot that sent stomach-turning pleasure through you, an audible squelching now being added to your boyfriend's obnoxious slurping.

You noticed an odd amount of pressure build in your lower stomach, along with the head buzzing feeling that normally came with your orgasms, and the feeling that washes over you sending you into a slight panic.

"Choso--" you try to start, feeling the knot tighten immensely. "Baby--I--holyfuckingshit?!" Your orgasm crashes into you like a tidal wave, body feeling oddly warm as you feel something gush out of you, the pleasure effectively short circuiting your brain as you squirt all over your--fully clothed--boyfriend.

He didn't stop until he felt you relax again, eyes widening at the gush of fluid but determined to carry you through your orgasm. He feels it drip down his arm, and flow down his throat, groaning against your cunt as his cock twitches angrily in his pants.

Choso took one look at the wet fabric of his shirt and your panicked expression, only seeing one logical conclusion.

Taking his shirt off and placing it under the counter as a makeshift towel, he looks at you hungrily as he gently glides his thumb through your wet folds, other hand holding under your jaw to pull you in for and aggressive, lust-driven kiss that just tastes like you.

"Fuck..." he starts, his normally husky voice a bit breathless. "That was so fuckin' hot y/n." He drops back down to your cunt, his breaths warms against the rapidly cooling sheen covering you. "Gotta make you do that again, angel."

hiromi

another munch sorry bout it!

takes it nice and slow, draws it out bc he loves bein down there

his eyes are closed, hes moaning into it, his touch is just,,so loving

his nose nudges your clit because he's so deep in it and it just rubs up against you so nice

sinking his cock into your after you've cum more than once on his face is his fav bc you're all relaxed, and it makes you cum harder

another fan of face sitting, def gets hard when you squeeze your legs around his head

says "one more for me" about 5 to 6 times

You're giggling as Hiromi pulls you off his dick and sits your hips on his face, cock hard and glistening from your saliva. "Ahhh-" you pout playfully, leaning forward and giving him a good view of your cunt, wet and ready for him. "I wasn't done you know.."

He hummed, thumbing gently at your clit as he admired your glistening folds. "You can finish later." he pulls you back onto his face, using his tongue to press against your clit, the pressure delicious as it sends pleasure shooting through your muscles. "My turn now darling--and I'm not playing games today.."

And he was serious about that. When you had been giving him head a few minutes ago, you were playful, dragging it out to work him out. But Hiromi, he was dragging it out because of greed. He loved your noises, the taste of you on his tongue, the feeling of your skin under his hands as he gently caresses your thighs.

He wanted to drink you up until you had nothing left. So he held you there on his face, torturously pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, tongue navigating every inch of your folds and sopping entrance with the practiced precision.

Your nails sink into the skin of his chest, thigh muscles "God Hiro--" you started, hips stuttering on his tongue, making him suck on your twitching clit once more, a shrill moan tearing out of you. "Don't th-ink I can do another..honey--p-please.." Your voice shaky from the way you buzz with the aftershocks of pleasure, sheen of sweat

He pushes you forward just enough so his words aren't muffled by your buzzing pussy, voice gentle as he coos at you. "Sure you can beautiful~ let me do it for you okay?" His hands rest on your hips, thumbing soothing circles into the flesh there. "Only one more okay? Know you still wanna take care of me too."

ryomen

likes edging you the most with his tongue, you get extra desperate when you're not filled and he loves it

super handsy with it, grabbing and pinching and smacking all over your body

sadistic.

he bites (your thighs, i was gonna say he's not that mean but don't push your luck babe he just might nip you)

spits on your clit and rubs it while tongue fucking you

holds your thighs open, smacks your thighs or clit if you get too squirmy

very much into the orgasm control, counts you down n if you don't finish then he'll stop and make you wait again

"Quit movin'--" Sukuna hisses from between your legs, his scarlet eyes narrowed into slits as he pulls your legs back into the position you kept squirming from.

"So fuckin' weak. Talked so much shit and look at you now." "You haven't even cum yet and theres a puddle under you. Ridiculous."

His words were harsh but he loved how your body responded to him. Out of all his lovers and flings, you were his favorite by far. He showed it in the animalistic way he devoured your cunt.

His tongue fucked into you with practiced precision, fingers messily rubbing at your clit, spreading your arousal all over you, which he delighted in cleaning up.

At the tightening of your fingers on his hair, his movements slowed down oh so torturously, and you could feel how your incoming orgasm trickled away with the dripping of your need onto the sheets.

"What a messy fuckin' hole--no wonder you've been acting like such a slut for me." He's smiling against you, you can tell from the way his eyes narrowed at you, brows quirked up in intrigue.

"If only you didn't bother me when you did, this night might've ended in a better way for you--a shame, really."

You writhe and wriggle under his grasp, much to his amusement, a hearty laugh bellowing out at your puny whines and mewls of protest.

He wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of finishing anytime soon, and you whined knowing what you were in for. He was just so good, every time he took it away was oh so very heartbreaking.

"Can't believe you forgot so fast. You're being punished, pretty girl." He pouts up at you, almost as if he's disappointed.

"So cute and stupid." He smirks at you, fingers circling your clit so slowly, you felt your incoming orgasm disipate into the air, much to your protest.

He moves in close to your glistening folds, breath warm against your skin, sensitive from your need. "Your cognitive function must've leaked out of that greedy cunt of yours."

toji

so sloppy about it but man it feels great

licks and laps at it like a dog

also spits on but its more of a drool

type to laugh and smirk into your cunt

praises you! so much!!

gets so into it he's out of breath at the end

only stops bc he wants to fuck you not because he's bored or anything

"This damn dress," You were laid out in the (luckily) spacious back row of your car, the soft material of your new dress bunched around your waist as your boyfriend went nose deep in your cunt. "Thought I was gonna burst out of my fuckin' pants. "

You won't pretend like you didn't wear the form fitting outfit to get a rise out of Toji, but you also didn't expect him to drag you back to your car so fast.

You also expected him to drive home first. He did not.

"Tojiiiiiiiiii--" you whine out, desperation making you almost slur it out, like you were intoxicated. Shit, with the way his lips tug at your clit, and how his cologne was making you dizzy--you might just be.

Rolling your hips against his tongue, loving the friction it provided you look down at the large man, lip tugging at your lip. "Wanna feel your cock.." you pout at him, hoping he'll give into you. He just laughs, tongue pressing into you deeper, lips sucking at all of you, the pleasure taking over you, making you buck against his face.

"There we go doll," he murmurs against you, pulling away and letting a glob of spit, drip from his lips, the warm substance landing directly on your clit, gliding down. He uses the added lubrication to slip two of his large fingers into you, curling them just right to bring you right to the brink of your orgasm.

"M'close Toji..." Your head falls back as you curse pleasure driving you mad. His fingers don't stop pressing into that sweet spot of yours, ready to milk you dry and pull every last bit of your orgasm out of you. "Go on ahead--won't be the only one you get."

You topple over the edge, cumming with a wanton moan of his name, lost in the heady feeling, but displeased; not particularly wanting to finish this way. A strangled noise of displeasure leaves your throat and Toji tsks at you.

"Shh y/n, don't whine." He pulls away from your throbbing cunt, smirking as he pulls his leaking cock out. "Come here, gonna give you that cock you won't shut up about."

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Men With Big Noses

You accidentally let on to Hiromi Higuruma that you find his big nose sexy-- so he shows you exactly what he can do with it.

Warnings: 18+ as always, Higuruma is nearly face-sat to death and would absolutely die a happy man.

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"Why have you poured me another glass of wine?"

"Why not? You've had a long week. I've had a long week. And I don't want to finish the bottle alone, so..." Hiromi pressed the glass into your hand, planting a deliberately sloppy kiss on your cheek as you laughed, slapping him away, "Drink up."

Feigning disgruntlement, you mumbled into your wine as you shot Hiromi a side-eye.

He loped, slim and wiry, to the windows, swirling his wine glass thoughtfully, one hand in his pocket as he stared out over the Tokyo skyline. Your relationship was new, only just into the early stages of physical intimacy, but you caught yourself looking him up and down over the rim of your wineglass.

It was his brain that had attracted you at first. Fiercely intelligent, Hiromi appeared to see straight through you, and adore you anyway. His passion certainly wasn't limited only to his career. He was dry and sharp, but conversely so mellow at points. He kept you guessing, but never about how he felt about you. You had never found a partner so unusually thrilling as him.

But you couldn't deny...there was a certain something about how he looked that made the gears deep in your belly whir, puzzled and magnetic in your attraction towards him. But you couldn't work out what that something was.

You approached him slowly, breathing in the heady fumes of your wine as you appraised him; his eyes, and the way they turned into pools of pitch black when he looked at you? No. His fine-boned hands, so articulate and clever, that you wondered what else they could be clever with? No, not that either. His body, lithe and slim but deceptively strong? You sighed, unable to puzzle it out. You were halfway through your third glass of wine now, feeling loose, warm, intimate--

"I can't work out what it is that you find attractive about me."

You jumped, your remaining wine sloshing as he turned to you, his sloped eyes sparkling with curiosity, inquisitive and dark. You gaped for a moment, your brain short-circuiting as you swore he had read your thoughts, and said the first thing that came to your head--

"Your nose." Hiromi snorted into his wineglass, hand over his eyes now as he shook with mirth. His hand lowered, fingering his big, hooked nose, and he laughed again.

"Be serious," he chastised. Your inhibition had abandoned you, emboldened by the alcohol.

"No, I...I mean it. There's something sort of...sexy about it. Men with big noses."

"Oh?" He approached you slowly, hand still in his pocket, a slow, sloping walk, "All men with big noses? Is that a kink?" Oh, those eyes. Dark and glowing, like little coals in the dark, and looking at you like that, you felt heat rush through you, so scrutinised--

"Or-- or maybe-- just yours I think. A you-specific kink. I wonder what you could do with that nose, other than-- other than--" You flushed, downing the rest of your wine. He was close now, and your skin felt electric. Not breaking eye-contact as he stared into you, he slowly reached out to take your empty glass, draining his own now and placing them both on the table.

Pulling you in with one hand on the small of your back, and the other creeping up the side of your face, he leaned over you. Still teasing you, his big eyes hooded, he ghosted the tip of his nose over the side of your neck, tracing shapes against your pulse point.

You pressed one hand against his chest, the other into his hair as you shivered.

"--other than?" he prompted. He laughed again, rich and bold, "My nose," he scoffed, "Where would you like my nose?" You blushed, mortified, and tried to shove him away for teasing you, but he held on tight, rubbing his nose gently against yours now. He kissed you, leaning you backwards, deep and convicted in his hold on you.

Your head wasn't swooping just with the wine now. Plaiting your fingers behind his neck, you suddenly didn't feel embarrassed to tell him what you wanted. You pulled away from his kiss, and he leaned his forehead against yours, nose to nose, as he stared into your eyes, your gaze shy and averted.

"Between...between my legs, maybe." You regretted it the moment you said it, hands up to slap over your eyes, cupping your red-hot cheeks, and Hiromi still didn't let go of you, his nose and lips pressing soft, tipsy kisses to your decolletage. He whispered to you, only deepening your regret.

"You could sit on my nose, if you like. Undressed, obviously." You felt his hips pressed against you, and felt his cock against you, now half-hard and growing--

You nearly imploded, stammering, "Oh please, no man actually likes that. Face-sitting is just one of those stupid things you joke about. Men don't actually like giving women oral," you scoffed, cynical and embarrassed. Hiromi raised his eyebrows, releasing you now, looking mildly offended.

"Oh dear. Another sceptic. Were your other boyfriends that bad?" You swatted him with a cloth.

"Pretend I never said anything!" You shouted in from the kitchen, "Forget about it! I'm going for a shower. There's more wine on the side if you want it."

You honestly considered drowning yourself in the shower. You'd barely even got past heavy make-out sessions, and you'd just told him you wanted his nose between your legs, you could just die of shame--

Stepping out from the shower and into your bedroom, you squeaked to find Hiromi lying on his back on your bed, the top of his shirt unbuttoned, and as he saw you, he smiled loosely and rubbed one of your pillows over his face.

"What are...what are you doing?"

"Polishing your seat, of course."

You melted against the wall, mortified, gripping your towel in one hand and covering your eyes with the other. You heard slow footsteps creep up behind you, long-fingered hands pulling you against a hard torso, feeling Hiromi's nose rub behind your ear. Despite yourself, your eyes fluttered closed, wanting him.

"I think you'd like it," Hiromi insisted, voice low and convincing, "and I like it when you tell me what you want. It's...bold. Honest. Sexy." You moaned softly as he pressed into you from behind, his cock hard and insistent against your body, and he loosened the front of your towel to snake his clever fingers to your breast, fingers brushing it softly at first before cupping and giving an appreciative squeeze.

"So please sit on my nose. And the rest of my face." You bit your lip...and slowly nodded. You felt warm air huff out of Hiromi's nose behind your ear, "Good girl."

Spinning you round, Hiromi pulled you in for a deep kiss, the wine heavy on both of your tongues as he slipped his against yours, probing, curious. You accepted warmly, your hands tracing down to untuck his shirt from his trousers, your hand slipping flat against his abdomen and trail of dark, wiry hair, and Hiromi shivered, tongue trembling against yours.

He fell back onto the bed, pulling your legs up to straddle his lap, panting and kissing the sides of your throat as you unbuttoned his shirt, your fingers gliding over the taut muscles of his shoulders in appreciation. He nuzzled you, hooked nose rubbing over the shell of your ear, unintentionally bucking his cock up against your unclothed sex as your fingers grazed his nipples in their exploration of his torso.

"I can't wait...I want to taste you," he insisted, breathless, his eyes dipped and flinty as he fell back onto the bed, pulling you with him, but holding you upright by the hips. Suddenly shy, so aware of your body with those smouldering eyes looking up at you, Hiromi sensed your hesitation and grabbed your knees, scooting you up his body so you were straddling his upper chest.

With your legs parted, you felt his breath roll over your folds, now so wet with your arousal, and Hiromi stared up at you, seeming grave in his devoted assessment of your face as he traced his hands up your thighs, two fingers slipping idly between your legs to rub a long stroke from entrance to clit and back again. He sighed, thrilled to feel you plant a hand on his abdomen, grounding yourself as he started to rub smooth circles over your clit.

"You're perfect, and those other guys didn't deserve you," he insisted, slipping his fingers teasingly close to your entrance as you let out a breathy moan, and Hiromi stared at his fingers, scientific in his appreciation of how your arousal was glazed over them.

Raising his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, Hiromi stopped, considering. He placed his wet fingers over your towel instead, gripping your hips.

"No," he puzzled, "I want to taste you straight from the source." You squeaked as he dragged your knees and hips upwards again, your pussy now hovering directly over his face. Hiromi lifted his face, looking at you with a glint in his eyes, "Sit."

You hesitated, and Hiromi pressed his nose up, nuzzling it between your folds and pressing it firmly against your clit, holding your hips tightly as you jolted and gasped, never realising that nose could feel so good on your aching core. Thighs trembling, you lowered your weight until you sat directly on Hiromi's nose, mouth and chin.

Hiromi got to work like a starving man, groaning with desire as he nuzzled his nose and mouth between your puffy folds, his nose rubbing firmly over your clit as his tongue sank as far as it could into your hole, and you cried out, gripping his hair tightly with one fist, and grasping his hand on your hip with another.

As the firm tip of his nose rubbed insistently on your clit, making you burn with pleasure, you involuntarily ground your pussy down onto his face, and mewled when his shaky moan vibrated through you. Hiromi began to move your hips above him, encouraging you to hump his mouth and nose while his tongue alternated between dipping into you, and flicking against your clit as Hiromi sucked it into his mouth.

Your pleasure building, your cries and the hand grasping his hair becoming more and more urgent, Hiromi squeezed his rigid cock through his trousers, determined not to embarrass himself by cumming untouched while you humped his face. But as precum leaked through his trousers, wet on his thigh, Hiromi was drunk with the taste of you, sweet and natural, and he felt his cock throbbing as he neared his release.

Hiromi rocked your hips urgently against his face, his nose creating a constant alternating pressure on your clit, and you felt your belly tighten, pressing yourself down on his nose in a desperate need to cum, babbling his name in sweet praise.

With one last determined nuzzle against your clit, you shook, waves of pressure breaking through your whole lower body and Hiromi moaned, hips bucking against the air as he tasted and smelled you, overwhelmed by the authentic intimacy of the moment, feeling streams of cum soaking his boxers as he came completely untouched.

You moaned, short little mewls as you came down from your high. Gathering yourself, you shifted yourself down onto Hiromi's chest, looking down at him, blushing and concerned. You had never seen a man look so delighted with so much cum on his face. You were baffled, and of a mind to marry this man.

"Any man that actually likes women, sweetheart," Hiromi panted, dazed, "Would happily die like that."

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Love you Hiromi Higuruma, MWAH! 😌☕

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soft headcanons. h. higuruma

A/N: im alive who would have thought! This is partially inspired w/ off the deep end thoughts about lawyer man with @lale-txt and he’s been invading my brain all day so i had to get it all out :) these are kind of all over the place and not in any cohesive order sorry! Literally just got possessed by love for lawyer man GENRE: fluff, nsfw at end MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WARNINGS: nsfw at the end (LEMON WRITING NSFW????? it’s like four bullet points calm down), not really proofread PROMPT: hc’s about higuruma as a partner WORD COUNT: 1.4k

- Hiromi is a calm man, a good man, a gentle man. He believes in fairness overall, that to truly find the salt someone is made of, the whole context of their life needs to be taken into account before a decision can be made. He��s logical- though not even close to heartless- and thorough.

- Well, he believes in fairness over all… for the most part. The first time he saw you, across the street from his office enjoying a warm beverage at the cafe across the street, he wanted nothing more than to talk to you, to learn about you, to find what made you into the person he is now witnessing. The way you carried yourself, even slightly blurred from the distance at which he saw you, caught him like a fish on a hook.

- His courting is subtle, thoughtful, each move he makes to win your favor is calculated and considerate of everything he knows about you. He relishes in getting to know you organically, taking you on dates whenever he has a chance to. Nothing too cliche- no movies or amusement parks. He’s too tired for high energy environments, wants to converse with you too badly to sit in a quiet theater. Though, if you asked him to do any of those things, he would want to go just to spend time with you, to see that smile that’s had him distracted from the first moment he saw it.

- When he finally takes the step to ask you to be his partner, it’s likely at a nice restaurant, something nice enough to be deserving of you. Higuruma would be nervous, needing to force his foot not to tap idly against the marbled tile, but when he finally finds the moment to ask you, he’s clear and to the point.

- This lawyer is a man not ashamed of his feelings because he’s thought about them, put them through their own trial, not wanting to lead you into muddy waters if he chooses to open his heart to you fully. Fairness above all- he hopes that you can be as clear with your feelings as he is of his own.

- As a partner, Higuruma is doting in his own way. It might not look like much to others, might earn you some unsolicited concern thoughts from coworkers or friends who meet him, but to you? It’s clear as day just how much the lawyer cares about you.

- He doesn’t display much of any physical affection in public, if you go to the cafe to do your own work, he’ll bring your hand to his lips and brush his lips against your knuckles and watch you cross the street to make sure you arrive safely. In crowded streets, a firm but gentle hand makes its way to the small of your back, making sure you know he’s still behind you.

- Or, perhaps in some ways the boldest display of affection he’d partake in would be how he always straightens your clothes for you if they’re out of place, moving the stray piece of hair out of your way, moving the clasp of the necklace he bought you to the back of your neck once more. He’ll deny it, but it brings him a deep rooted feeling of satisfaction to see you be so comfortable around him. He takes pride in your trust in him, cherishes the closeness you give him, and won’t really try to hide that emotional closeness from others.

- Higuruma would give you a call in front of his coworkers, asking what you want for dinner because he doesn’t feel like cooking and doesn’t want to force you to either because of that. But, if he ever came home to the smell of dinner or other delicious goods baking, he would appreciate you all the more, coming in the kitchen to thank you (with a kiss or hand gently placed on your head) before he even changes out of his work attire.

- Making his feelings known comes first to his comfort, caring more about making sure you know he appreciates your efforts than the comfort of the clothes on his back. If he has a busy week at work, he doesn’t lose sight of the things you do for him, no matter how small or large they may be. The second his job allows it, when he is at your shared home more than to just sleep by your side for a couple measly hours before returning back to work, he is doing what he can to balance the work of home with you.

- If you made something that he liked, tried a new recipe that made his heart warm with every bite, he’d think long and hard about how to tell you about it.

- The two of you laying in bed, his body wrapped around your own as a big spoon, you’d be moments away from being pulled into sleep before he takes a breath, quietly telling you that the treat you made him the other week was good, thanking you again for making them. His breath would tickle the back of your neck before his neck curls towards you, tucking his head against you. If he was feeling particularly doting, his arms would tighten around you and a gentle kiss would be placed where your neck and shoulders meet.

- After a long day of work, though he might not say it, Hiruguma wants nothing more than to be in the comfort of your presence. Maybe having a bath (clothes optional) by himself as he finishes mulling over the day, but only so that he can be completely present in the time he spends with you.

- Watching a movie together is fine now, now that he can call himself your partner, that he knows you enough to share a home. There’s no time wasted when you spend it when the one you love, and oh how he loves you.

- Hiruguma falls in love deeply and completely. Though he has some hesitations, knowing all too well the risks his job and ability of sorcery can mean for him, he can’t help but love everything that makes you the person you are. The lawyer takes you for everything that makes you you, loving even the ugliest moments of your past.

- He would do anything to stay with you, to be your support as you heal from any wounds from past. In the comfort of your home, away from prying eyes, he reassures you of the person he sees you as, never letting your warped self perception forget how much he loves you.

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- in bed, he makes love to you just as he loves you, with devotion, attention, and care. Paying back anything he owes in full, working overtime to bring you pleasure as one of his many ways to apologize for putting in so much over time at work.

- unless time is against the both of you, he always finds his way in between your legs at some point of it all, loving to be the reason that you cry out in pleasure, feeling your hands desperately weave into his hair so that he doesn’t part from you. not that he would, not that he could, so utterly content to drown with you in your pleasure.

- Though a quiet man, or a reserved man, usually, he talks so much you wonder if he could even stop. Muttering praises, whispered I love you’s as desperate hands grab at any inch of skin they can find. You’re like a dream to him, one he would gladly lose himself in over and over and over again.

- He might push you to fall into his dreams with him, yes you can come again, I know you can, just for me, please cum for me, but also stays mindful of your limits, knowing the signs of when things might become too much and always listening incase you want to stop for any reason.

- (AFAB READER AHEAD) if you ever asked to sit on his face (if you never asked don’t be surprised if he eventually asks), his nose is begging to have your clit grind against it, letting his hands grip at your hips and his tongue work at your sex.

- and no i will not elaborate but having work-driven-frustration sex would also be top notch. i also feel like. He’ll bite you. Just a lil. An excited kisser in the heat of the moment if u know what i mean

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Christmas Cookies 🎄

This is a 18+ minors don’t interact and have your age in your bio. NOTHING BUT PURE SMUT. (Oral.M Receiving, spanking, spitting, cum everywhere) 2000 something words. AFAB reader

Sometimes you wonder why you chose this life. Your parents were gone, leaving behind you and two siblings. Not like they had a choice; they died in the omnic crisis. So you had to make a decision: die with your brothers going into the system, or live and protect them. So you made yourself useful until somebody picked you up.

Being a healer in Talon wasn’t so bad. You weren’t cut out for violence or war, and you were terribly shy. But you had to do what you needed to take care of your siblings. Plus, Doomfist and Moria were impressed with your progress in healing the troops, so you were moving up with the pay grade. You stayed in the background, stayed out of the way, and kept everyone alive, so your job was easy.

Well, your job would be easy if a certain tank didn’t take a liking to you. According to him, he had a soft spot for medics, especially sweet ones like you.Ever since you joined, Mauga has done everything in his power to get you to open up to him. Always asked Doom to bring you out in the field with him. He trusted you to keep him alive for some reason. He’d flirt with you, pick you up, drag you off with him, and even bring you dinner when you patched him up.

Sometimes you felt like he’d get hurt on purpose just to see you. He’s so huge that bullets don't affect him, so seeing him hurt made you a little skeptical. But with all the time and effort he put into you, sometimes they really would send you out on the field with him. He made you stay well hidden, or he carried you on his shoulder. Late missions had become late nights with you patching him up, listening to his crazy ideas, and telling you about his home.

You both had gotten close, but you think your shyness to speak up let it get out of hand. After a while, you grew to have feelings for him, and Mauga could tell; he was even a little smug about it. Mauga was touchy—really touchy—and overprotective; you didn’t realize what you got yourself into. To the point where other Talon soldiers would avoid you because, apparently, it was an unspoken rule that you were off limits.

And you were fine with that because people left you to your own devices. The problem was that you weren’t used to his overly sultry nature. Even after the large man had taken your virginity, (another story for another time.) You both went from being friends to him claiming you and doing whatever he pleased (with consent, of course). He never said if you both were a couple, so you didn’t want to put too much of your feelings into it.

But he made it very difficult, always being very kind to you or following you around. You decided it was best to avoid him until your feelings calmed down. You didn’t want to get so invested in him only for him not to feel the same. Your heart couldn’t take that kind of pain in your life again. So you did your best, and it paid off; you avoided him for a week. But Mauga got sick and tired of that real soon.

So here you were trying to avoid him on Christmas, thinking he wouldn’t be at work. You spent the day with your brothers so you could come in tonight. You were in the kitchen baking deserts for the team. You didn’t mind; you loved baking, plus you got paid extra for coming in today. You even put on a cute Santa dress and thigh-high socks. You already made a cake, gingerbread, pies, and even fruit muffins. The last thing left was the second batch of sugar cookies. You placed them in the oven and set a timer.

While you opened the oven, ready to put them in. You felt something hard press against your ass. The next thing you know, you’re lifted into the air. “EEK!"

You try to grab onto something, but you are set on the counter. And loa and behold, Mauga is standing right in front of you while in between your legs, smirking at you.

"M-Mauga, what the heck! I was baking.” He ignores you and starts to rub your cheek with his thumb.

“You make something for me, sugar?”

“U-um……. You can have a muffin if you want.”

He chuckles, "Nah, I think I want something else. I think you owe me a pie, sweetheart."

You quickly move to hand him a pie. "Here, take one!”

He looks at the pie, then back to you. He takes it out of your hand and sets it back down. He pushes you on your back against the cold counter. “Your funny; how bout a cream pie?"

“I can make you o-mmmh." Mauga cuts you off by shoving his tongue down your throat. He pushes your body down on the counter. He grabs at your thighs, squeezing them.

“Pretty thigh highs,” he says, running his finger along the socks. “It’s like you made yourself into a present for me.”

He starts to bite and nibble on your neck while putting his hand up your dress. His tongue licks up the side of your neck until he nibbles on your ear, and you shiver. You hated to admit it, but you missed his touch. His hands grip your ass, holding your lower half up. He scoffs and starts to rub at your covered folds.

“Lace panties, huh... I'm starting to think you really did dress up for me.”

You try to look away; it was an embarrassing position for you. And even if you told him you didn’t do it for him, he wouldn’t believe you anyway. He grips your chin,forcing you to look at him. “You miss me? Cuz it seems like you’ve been avoiding me lately.” You push him back a little.

"Mauga, you know I have siblings to take care of. I've been busy."

He looks down at you, frowning. He’s a firm believer that if there are 24 hours in a day, some of them better be for him. He slams you back on the counter, kissing your forehead. “If you’re going to make excuses, I won’t go easy on you.”

He moves back to push up your dress, rips your panties off, and leans down. “Spread those fucking legs; show me that pussy.”

You spread your legs, and he spat on your pussy, making you gasp. He slides his tongue over your cunt and starts to finger you slowly. "Mauga, we can't; we’re in the kitchen.”

Mauga hums in agreement, his tongue diving deep into your wet folds. He licks and flicks your sensitive spots, making you squirm with pleasure. Before you could grab his hair, he moved away, making you whine. Mauga chuckles and pulls you closer, his hard cock rubbing against your ass. “Thought we couldn’t do it in the kitchen?" He grabs a handful of your ass cheek and squeezes it roughly, causing a pleasurable pain to shoot through your body.

“Wanna watch your ass jiggle while I fuck you.” He throws you over, putting you on your stomach. "M-Mauga, wait, maybe we should wait till I’m done cooking.”

He paused for a moment, looking down at you. “You may not think I know what’s going on in that head of yours, but you’ve been acting insecure and putting up walls, then you started avoiding me, so im gonna show ya you can’t leave me your mine and I’m yours got it.”

You start to tremble and turn around to look at him. “I’m…. I’m yours?” He doesn’t answer; he’s still holding your body up. You realize all you can do is hold on and take what he gives you. Mauga teases you for a moment, rubbing his tip at your entrance. He starts to slowly push his cock inside you, filling you up with each inch. He slowly thrusts in and out, causing you to moan in pleasure. On instinct, you arch your back for him. “That's it, baby. That’s my good girl."

He reaches around, grasping your breast and squeezing it hard as he continues to fuck you. Mauga growls while his cock is pounding against your wet pussy. He grinds his hips forward, pushing deeper into you. You feel him playing with your nipples, pulling them roughly, and you cry out in pleasure. He pulls back slightly, then slams his hips forward again, burying himself to the hilt inside you. You scream his name as he starts to fuck you harder and faster.

Mauga smacks your ass, rubbing the cheek softly to ease the sting. "I think you deserve a punishment for dodging me; how bout I spank that cute ass, hm? Redden you up a bit.”

“Maug-ga! I’m close! Please!”

He smacks your ass harder this time. Pushing your body into the counter as his hips smack your thighs. Your body is being pushed back and forth in the air while all you can do is weakly grab at the counter. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, getting thrown around like a rag doll while Mauga bottomed out in you was bliss. You couldn’t help but moan out his name like a mantra, losing your breath with every thrust. He grips your hips, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. “Want me to cum in this pussy or on that pretty face?"

“D-d….dont know Ahhhhh~”

You can barely answer him when he’s plunging his cock into you nonstop. His cock slick with your juices, making nasty squelching noises. He fucked you deeper while he whispered the dirtiest thoughts in your ear. His cock is stretching you past your limits. You make a weak attempt to crawl away, pulling yourself onto the counter.

Mauga grabs your hips, slamming you back on his cock. “Don’t you fucking run from me; take this dick.”

Mauga groans and thrusts a few more times. One more powerful stroke is all it took. Mauga started filling your pussy with his hot seed. He thrusts deep, feeling his cock twitch as he unleashes his load inside you. You can feel his cum seeping into your walls, filling you up with his essence. He keeps fucking into you while you cum on his cock, covering him in your juices.

You sigh and start to relax on the counter, catching your breath.

"You're not done, sweetheart."

You start to protest when he picks you up and puts you on the floor. He grabs you by the back of your hair, pushing his cock to your lips.

“Open wide, baby."

You open your mouth, and Mauga shoves his fat cock down your throat. You gag, tears coming to your eyes as you steady yourself, putting your hands on his thighs. Mauga growls, pushing his hips forward, his cock forcing its way into your mouth. "Fuck yes." He groans, his hands gripping your hair tightly as he thrusts in and out of your mouth. His cock is hitting the back of your throat.

You swallow his dick down to the base and begin to play with his heavy balls. Your sloppy noises echo through the kitchen.

Mauga's hips jerk violently as he feels your warm, wet mouth on his cock, his hands gripping your head tighter. "Fuck yeah, suck it, baby." He groans, his hips pounding into your mouth as he fucks your face with long, hard strokes.

Mauga's moans turn into grunts as his hips start bucking wildly as he loses control. "Mmmmh shit! Almost there..." He grips your head tightly, his cock jerking erratically in your mouth as he approaches his climax.

Mauga's entire body tenses up as he feels his climax come again, his hot cum filling your mouth and his hips jerking violently. "Fuuuuuck!" he moans lewdly, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum, filling your mouth to the brim.

He pulls out of your mouth, spraying the rest of his cum on your face, his cock still hard and throbbing, cum dripping from the tip onto your tits. "Swallow it all, sweetie." He commands, his voice rough with authority.

You swallow all of his cum, sticking your tongue out to show him you finished.

Mauga chuckles, thinking you look gorgeous with your face covered in his cum. “Frosted like your cookies."

Just then, your timer dings.

“Cookies done, babe, go on and take ‘em out. You can frost 'em after I’m finished fucking you again."

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bug-exes · 1 year ago

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Mauga Head cannons

Just some headcannons about our big guy MAUGALOA MALOSI! Gender neutral reader ~

He loves it when you run your hands through his hair like 100% will growl if you rub the right spot.

Will smack your ass in public no question. Loves it even more if you smack his ass back. Entertain his foolishness it hypes him up. When you both are out and walking he will put his hands in your back pocket if your wearing jeans, he expects you to do the same.

He doesn’t get jealous but he lets others know they don’t stand a chance. Anytime you guys are out at a bar and he sits you on his lap he smirks when he sees people staring but if someone stares at you for to long or try’s to make a advance he’s shoving his tongue down your throat and he doesn’t care who’s watching or if anyones uncomfortable.

Big on spoiling you. Anything you look at with interest he wants to get it for you. You’re his and it’s his job to make sure you have everything you want. Clothes, jewelry, food, liquor, collectibles, electronics. Anything you want he’d give you, sometimes you have to tell him to calm it down, that he doesn’t need to buy you everything you find interesting hoping he’d listen. He does not.

He most definitely buys lingerie and toys for you. If you come home and find it on your bed you’re wearing it that night. And if lingerie’s not your thing he prefers you naked anyway.

Melts when you spoil him in return. If you’re cooking for him he comes up behind you and holds your waist watching you even when you tell him to relax and sit. You buy him something he’s wearing it showing it off with pride. You pack his lunch and clean off his guns before a mission he kisses your face repeatedly until you remind him he’s gonna be late. He’s got a drawer for all the headbands you get him.

Bath time is always hectic. He’s so large so you have to get a big tub. Acts like a big baby when you both bath together he wants you to wash his hair scrub his back. He splashes water on you if you say you don’t feel like it. He gets water EVERYWHERE without even trying. Showering together isn’t any better because he always wants to get dirty instead of getting clean if ya know what I mean.

Likes it when you get feisty with him. He even upsets you on purpose sometimes to get you riled up. You can get him to calm down when he’s angry but when you’re angry he wants to see how far you’ll take it.

Gets you guys matching shark slippers in all colors. Buys you diffrent turtle plushies too. Your beds full of em.

If you play video games with him be prepared. He’s competitive and will rub in in your face when he wins. If you win he’s gonna pout. Play as a team and he’ll scream in your ear if your winning in or losing it doesn’t matter he’s hyped up.

Definitely try’s to get a pet sea turtle and build an oasis pool for one. And somehow you encouraged the idea thinking it was just a funny thought. Now you both have a giant sea turtle named crush. You had to tell Mauga not to bring him a girlfriend or you’d have a turtle sanctuary you couldnt afford.

Mauga will and has fallen asleep on top of you. No matter how hot it is or no matter how heavy he is, you will be cuddled and he will not let you go even if you get out of it somehow. He always finds you again even in his sleep.

This chaotic gremlin will lick your face at random times just to spite you.

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bug-exes · 1 year ago

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Mauga with a hyper s/o

This is a helluva duo ngl. Just imagine it! Big old mauga with a hyper partner. The both of you get into dumb shit all the time. I pray for everyone in the vicinity.

Dumb commotions outta nowhere. I mean this is the couple that races to see who can fold the clothes the fastest. The duo who sees who the first to reach the gas station door. Just…so much chaos. 😭

He loves to indulge you. You wanna go get ice cream at 3 am? He’s got nothin better to do rn so why not? He wants to go to the zoo? I see no issue with it. Like this is the duo that would get high and go to the aquarium 💀 SOMEONE GET AN REASONABLE ADULT PLEASE.

Matching pajamas once again. Yes. But this time the corny ones. His and he’s type shit. I could see it and he’d have ZERO shame in the matter. He thinks it’s perfect and grins all hard when you take a picture of him.

Random tickle matches. Yep I said it. Just imagine walking in on this duo and just seeing s/o giggling and running away from mauga’s big ass while he’s laughing menacingly talking about “I’m gonna get cha! 👹”

Even worse if it happens in public like a store…

Basically you can’t take this matchup anywhere. Hopefully you’re smart enough to calm him down when someone pisses him off cause.. 🧍🏽‍♀️

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bug-exes · 1 year ago

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To Live Mauga x reader

I wrote this after reading a agnst Mauga fic it made me sad so I changed my past idea from slice of life to a fluffy moments with taking care of Mauga (gender neutral reader)

You didn’t ask Mauga a lot about his past, but you know it made him into the man he is today. As long as you’ve known him, he’s always had a carefree outlook on life. You’ve seen him angry, happy, horny, and even embarrassed.

But you had never seen him sad; nothing could wipe the usual smirk off his handsome face. To have a face of complete shock or dread was not something you were used to seeing. Mauga, the unshakable mountain of a man, was trembling, and you didn’t know what to do.

He came home distressed, covered in bandages. He took one look at you and instantly went to the bedroom, cooping himself up without saying a word. You made your way to the room to see the man you loved on the bed, slightly curled up, as if it would hide him from the world.

You went over to him and put your arms around him. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t even move. But somehow, you knew he didn’t want words; he just needed you. You continued to hold him, rocking him back and forth. And after an hour of that, he finally spoke.

“I almost died today." Your blood ran cold. Those are genuinely the last words you ever wanted to hear from him. You knew working for Talon would come with trouble, but being prepared for it was a whole different issue. You didn’t speak, deciding to wait and see if he’d continue.

“We had a mission to capture this dude. He owed Doom first a lot of cash. I should’ve known it would be bullshit when he sent the whole team. The guy we were chasing had us trapped like rats, trying to pick us off one by one. He had a lot of goons, too, until we finally caught up with him. The place was already torn down and still coming down on top of us. That asshole knew he couldn’t make it out, so he set himself off.”

You look at him, confused. “Set himself off?” Mauga nodded.

“He had bombs on his body, saying he wouldn’t give doom shit. He said he reached his goal, and he'd die knowing he did it with no regrets. I knew he was crazy, but I didn’t think he’d off himself before we could even capture him.”

Mauga leaned his head onto yours; he stayed quiet for a moment before placing his face on your shoulder.

“The whole building was coming down, and because I was the tank, I took the blunt hit off it. I was trapped behind the ceiling debris that fell. The whole building was falling apart; shit was on fire, and I was trapped. I thought I wasn’t gonna get out. When more of the ceiling fell on top of me, it broke open the floor. I fell through, but I had a chance. I had to crawl most of the way and use my guns to break whatever was blocking me off. I reached dead end after dead end, and I didn’t think I could get out. Shit was falling down on me, and I could barely breathe, and by the time I made it somewhere else, I thought it was another dead end until I dug through the debris and made it outside.”

You hugged him tighter, kissing his face all over. He had bruises all over his face. You kissed each of them softly, giving him an Eskimo kiss.

“I’m so glad you made it out, darling. I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost you. My poor baby."

Mauga leaned into your touch, snuggling closer to your warmth. He kisses your cheek, finding his way back to your neck.

“Wanna know the most fucked up part when I got out. They were flying away, and the only reason they came back was because Sigma saw me and started waving, and Sombra came to look. They left me for dead, and I’m not even fucking surprised.”

You scowled “I’m not surprised either; I really wish you never joined Talon in the first place, but I know that as a mercenary, you have to do what you need to.”

He nodded while kissing your shoulder. He pulled you into his chest, and you rubbed your fingers over his bandaged arms.

“For the first time in a long time, I was afraid of dying. I promised myself after the heart surgery I’d live every day like it was my last; I just never thought that day would come as quickly as that. I was actually fucking scared of dying. I didn’t want to die that way, trapped and alone."

You held him tighter, and if you felt your shoulder getting wet, you didn’t say anything about it.

“I thought about you, how I couldn’t leave you, and how I had to get back to you. All I wanted to do was get back to the one person who gave a damn about me.”

“And you did. I’m so proud of you, my love.” You run your fingers through his hair and console him. "You're so strong. I know I worry about you a lot when you go on missions, but I never doubted that you would always come back to me."

You both hold each other while sharing sweet kisses and longing looks. Putting your foreheads against one another, Mauga squeezes your hips, bringing you closer.

“How about we take a bath together? I could look at your wounds, and after that, I’ll warm up dinner for you.”

Mauga nods, kissing your lips softly. “I’d love that, baby."

You got to the bathroom and ran the bath water. You can hear Mauga behind you getting undressed. You turn around and help him take off his wraps. He runs his hands through your hair, kissing your forehead as you slowly remove his bandages.

You couldn’t help but flinch at some of his wounds. You lift his hands, kissing each one of his knuckles. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You both stepped in the tub, but this time you got behind him. You take the shampoo and conditioner and start with his hair. He growled when you scrubbed his scalp; he always loved it when you played in his hair.

He growled and leaned his head back. As you rinsed his hair out, he leaned into you, kissing your jaw and neck. You softly push him away. “Let me wash your back.” He turned back around, letting you wash him.

“Wanna wash all of me?” You roll your eyes at him while he snickers.

“I’m not washing your butt, you dork," he playfully splashes you, causing water to get in your face and all over the floor.

"Oops"

After you both finish up, you dry off his hair, then clean and rewrap his wounds. He holds your waist the whole time, not giving you much room to move. “Do they hurt really bad?”

He gives you a pout, nodding his head. "Yup, kiss em for me?” You laughed at his foolishness. “You know what? Yes, I will.”

You lean in, kissing every one of his bandaged wounds. Mauga runs his fingers through your hair. He brings your face up to his, bringing you into a slow, passionate kiss. Your tongues caress each other, and his hands cover your face while rubbing your temples.

You lean back and kiss his chest, where his two hearts would be. “Let me warm your food up, then we could watch a movie."

He nodded. You both headed downstairs, and while you got his food ready, Mauga didn’t let you go. You are used to him being affectionate, but not this clingy. You didn’t mind, though he almost lost his life. You almost lost him. No matter how long it took, you’d be by his side, spoiling him until he was comfortable.

“Common Mauga I promised you cuddles and a movie."

And that’s how you both ended the night, cuddled up in each other's arms, sharing kisses and light touches. Mauga hands never left you. He nuzzled himself into your chest, and you played in his hair. Laughing at his cute antics.

“Gimmie kiss,” you lean down, kissing his lips.

"Another.” You start laughing; the sight of the giant man pouting and giving you puppy dog eyes was so adorable.

When you kiss him again, Mauga bites your bottom lip, sucking on it. Once he lets you go, you can’t help but ask something that’s been on your mind.

“You’re not going back to them, are you?”

“Don’t know"

You sighed, not really liking the answer, but not questioning it.

“Just know you don’t need them to make a living."

He looks up at you, kissing your nose.

“I know; all I need is you."

And after that, you couldn’t help but give Mauga all the kisses he wanted.

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bug-exes · 1 year ago

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thinkin about a sweet lil college au for choso …

bc look at him. he’s so pretty. he’d be such a lover if circumstances hadn’t made him a fighter.

So like -

He’s a fine arts major and the markings on his face are just his Quirky Little Thing (he goes through a shit ton of eyeliner).

He’s a bit of a stoner but somehow never smells like weed in class.

Everyone wants to know his haircare routine.

He HATES parties (hates being drunk too tbh) and is the typa guy to hang out at one of the tables near the entrance of the library, not because he actually has any work to do, but because he likes people-watching and the dining hall is way too noisy for him.

One time, you swear you saw him slip a package of felt pens from the campus bookstore into his backpack.

He seems super quiet and serious until you get to know him. You get the sense that not many people take the time to do so - and they’re missing out. Once you befriend him he’s gonna share all his playlists with you (he has more than anyone you’ve ever met) and randomly text you in the middle of the night because he’s cracking up over some screenshot of a decade-old textpost. Or because he’s having an existential crisis. It’s really 50/50 on that one.

He secretly has a super dense vocabulary, but he only lets the fancy words slip out when he’s high or very relaxed. It seems to happen a lot with you, and you keep having to ask him for definitions.

You’ve heard rumors that he’s a trust fund baby, but you don’t believe them because you know he works at a coffee shop on the weekends. He somehow managed to schedule all afternoon and evening classes for next semester so he can work more hours in the mornings. You don’t know how he did it, and he refuses to tell you.

There is always clay under his nails. But they’re also always painted (usually black or red) so you can’t really tell unless you look closely.

If you’re friends and you ask nicely he’ll draw a twitter/tumblr profile pic for you.

Well ok. Maybe he only did that for you, and only because he’s got a lil bit of a crush. But he’s not gonna tell you that. Not yet, anyways.

Ok that’s all for now <3

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bug-exes · 1 year ago

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.✦°. • BF SUKUNA TEXTS & TWEETS

warnings: swearing, suggestive, f!reader, kys joke

tagging: @sad-darksoul

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"......What is it."

You blink as Sukuna looks up from the book that he is reading, fixing you with a stern gaze. The fire crackled as he stood up, examining the fake leather of the book. "...Useless." He muttered, strolling to the fire and tossing the book in, all the while doing the same thing you heard him do.

He was humming.

They were alone, in Sukuna's vast library of knowledge, the books plundered by sorcerers, from villages, all of them valuable and secretive.

Only you were allowed to go in.

And only you knew this side of him. The cold, unfeeling king of curses, turned into this. Slightly less cold, slightly more feeling and just a bit more soft around you.

He still hates you though. Or at least, that's what he tells himself.

"I didn't know you hum." You murmured, gazing at him, watching as his deep red eyes met yours. He scoffed at you, picking up the strand of jewellery on the table, examining how the red ruby glinted in the fire's comforting light.

He calmly side-eyed you, an amused little smile appearing on his face. A smile only you had the honour of seeing.

"Everyone can hum, brat. It's just a matter of letting other people see you do." Sukuna said, examining you, before glancing at the necklace. "I have a reputation to uphold." Sukuna walked over to you a displeased scowl forming on his face as he saw the bruise on your eyebrow.

"...."

He reached out and cradled your face with two of his hands, while his others brushed the hair out of your face, gently tapping the bruise. "Name." He said, his red eyes boring into your skin. You gently smiled at him, your hand reaching up to hold onto one of his hands, while you kissed the hands cradling your face as if you were pure glass.

For a split second, his stern glare faltered into something a curse wasn't supposed to feel.

He snarled something under his breath and picked you up, tugging you closer to him while his arms enveloped you. "Fine." He muttered, his grip getting slightly tighter, as he scowled at you. "But if whatever it was does it again...."

Letting the threat dangle in the air, Sukuna looked down at you, just as you reached up to grab his face.

You.

Grab his face.

'......interesting.'

"Awwww, I didn't know that the king of curses had a heart." You murmured, his maroon eyes meeting yours. He hummed the tune again, leaning down to give you a long kiss, pulling away after a few seconds.

He walked over to your chair, gently setting you down and crouched in front of the chair, his hands holding onto yours, while his other tapped his chest.

"This," Sukuna started, keeping steady eye contact with you, "No matter how small it is, or if I even have one, will always belong to you."

yes he is a sadist, psychopath and a walking, living red flag but.....

editor: @no-b10g-here

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bug-exes · 1 year ago

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jjk men & their sleepyhead gf !

featuring. gojo satoru, sukuna ryomen, nanami kento x fem! reader

warnings. none, just them being all soft and whipped for you

note. first of all, anon i am so sorry, i accidentally posted your request on the queue list and fml, i'm so embarrassed but idek how to edit the queue list so out of desperation i deleted it— but i ofc screenshotted this before i deleted the og post, so i am so sorry :(( i hope you enjoy this, and i hope you get to find out i didn't delete your ask and it's here in a form of a screenshot :((

GOJO SATORU. i feel like he doesn't mind most of the time— he does mind it if you fall asleep when you're supposed to be paying attention to him >:(

but whenever you fall asleep, his camera's always on standby, snapping pictures of you from every angle. whether you look good or bad (you never look bad btw), from up above, from below, from the left, from the right, with 0.5, i can go on.

and when you wake up, you find your phone blowing up with notifications from shoko, geto, and him, especially with the notification "@gojosatoru tagged you in a post" and it's just a slideshow post of you sleeping, a few close up shots, and your face with different instagram filters.

you don't even bother at this point since he's not going to stop, and not gonna lie, you did find it a bit funny. and the comments from shoko and geto made you laugh, so... good luck trying to sleep around him, you'll wake up to a whole album of you sleeping on his account.

"satoru, what the fuck is this filter?" it was a filter that made your face a little distorted, and gojo'd just sitting there innocently, blinking his white lashes up at you.

"you look adorable, princess."

"i don't want to sleep around you anymore."

"no, please sleep— how am i supposed to continue my daily updates of you sleeping?"

mind you, he has 200 posts on instagram and 150 of them are just you sleeping + with the cheesiest captions like "my baby is sleeping, pls tell her to wake up bcs i miss her 🥺🥺🥺"

and shoko is all up in his comments like "wake her up yourself, dumbass she's literally in your house."

SUKUNA RYOMEN. the first time you fell asleep around him was when he went out to get a glass of water, but he didn't think of it as anything and thought you were just tired.

but no— you fall asleep anywhere, whenever and most of the time. he gets pretty frustrated when you both spend time, and in a bit, your head leans onto his shoulders and sukuna checks on you, and you were out like a light.

"y/n?" soft snores.

he clicks his tongue in annoyance but doesn't push you away or get angry, although he finds you cute. sometimes snaps a few pictures to keep, but you don't know about that.

and at times, you wake up all tucked in your bed—your favorite plushie beside you, and sukuna nowhere in sight.

you open your phone and there's a few text messages from him.

[ you fell asleep, so i left ] he didn't leave, he said that to make you feel bad and for not giving him enough attention— he stayed in the same seated position for a few hours before prepping you onto your bed, tucking you in and not forgetting to place a smooch on your forehead.

[ call me when you wake up ]

[ love you ] awww.

he's so in love with you.

NANAMI KENTO. he's such a gentle soul, he won't mind if you fall asleep or is asleep whenever he comes over. in fact, he enjoys it when you fall asleep.

he read somewhere that if someone feels tired or sleepy around a person, it's because they feel safe. so nanami just concludes that his girlfriend feels safe around him, safe enough for her to get sleepy and fall asleep on him.

"kento," you murmur half-asleep, stretching your arms.

"hm?" he hums out, opening his arms for you to fall into — which you did, and he craddled you in his arms, placing his cheek onto your head.

"night night." it wasn't even night time, you just had to say it before you go to sleep, and nanami finds you so cute he couldn't help but to squeeze you a little.

"night night," he replies back, kissing your forehead.

nanami just sits there and continues craddling you in his arms, and if he needs to go, he would put you on your bed (on his bed when it's his house), and writes you a short message why he needed to go and when he will be back.

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