chikithree

[chikithree]

guys, very. VERY. Important question right now.. would you rather:

asking because I enjoy writing both, but for more of a preference..would you rather what..?

Might do some Sukuna, Nanami, or Toji ones… who knows.

(REPOLL BECAUSE I SPELT IT WRONG)

[chikithree]

Thinking of Dad!Kento Nanami playing with his daughter, telling her to be careful but ends up being the one getting hurt.

warnings: mention of scrapes with blood, and little kid crying thinking their dads gonna die.

Kento rarely let loose like this, but after you’d come home from the fair, Kentos backpack stacked pull of candy and prizes, your daughter begging to go play with the bubbles in the back yard,

How could he refuse?

You sat on the wooden veranda, filming on your phone discreetly knowing that if your daughter saw, she’d start screaming for you stop filing her.

Kento dipped the stick wand into the bubble mix as your daughter cheered with giggly squeals, running around in circles as she waited, Kento telling her to slow down and be careful.

It stared with him just blowing bubbles with her, she ran after them, grabbed them as they popped in her hands, then running back for more. But gradually, he’d gotten more into it, seeing you film and deciding to be the world’s best dad as always.

Kento dipped the wand into the mix before holding it out, “I’m gonna run, okay? Catch the bubbles.”

He ran, like he said, in circles with your daughter, but as soon as he turned the tight corner of the backyard— he slipped, bubble container flying out of his hand like someone used an expelliarmus spell on it.

You heard it. Your daughter’s feet coming to a complete stop, before a large, very dramatic cry.

Kento quickly standing up, brushing himself off dispite the new scrape on his elbow from the rocks in the dirt, blood beading at the cuts. By that point you had put the phone down and held back your laugh, focusing on getting your daughter to calm down first.

“Daddy almost died!!!” She wails, hugging Kento like it was her last mean to, crying into his now wrinkled, and stained grey shirt.

Kento shook his head, a small laugh escaping from his lips as he pats her back, “Daddy’s fine, only a scratch sweetheart. He was being a little too silly.”

You hum, shaking your head with a small laugh, “Seems like daddy was having more fun with the bubbles than you, baby.”

Your daughter looked up, teary eyes rounded and big, rubbing the snot and tears off her face with her hot pink long sleeve as she sniffed.

“Daddy do it again.”

A/n: saw this on a instagram reel and thought of Nanami, ain’t no way it’s not.

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[chikithree]

thinking about Ryomen Sukuna in a zombie apocalypse with his girlfriend.

warnings: mention of nudity, violence, zombies, weapons, yearning.

When news broke out on social media that a certain zombifying virus had spread like a disease, contamination through bites, scratches and DNA, Sukuna immediately started preparing once the videos of the outbreak came out.

He’d gone to stock up on canned food before it even reached the news branches, all while your face twisted in confusion and sentences along the line of, “Ryo, what’s all that for?” “Babe, we don’t eat canned food?”

Though, as soon as you flicked on the TV in the afternoon, while Sukuna was somewhat aggressively packing the car with unneeded speed, the media had reached the large stations.

“Please be warned, the visuals that you about to view are disturbing, and violent, views are advised.” The lady read out, before videos, photos, voice recordings played of the gory attacks from various places across the world.

“Italy, China, Russia, America, Australia, Japan.”

the woman read, a deep frown on her face as she spoke, “all of these places have been heavily impacted, and soon, it will spread. This is a warning, until forces get the situation under control, stay in your homes, lock your doors and stay silent.”

“These ‘zombies’ rely on scent and sound, may god be with you all. Check for more updates soon.”

It had been months, years since that day now, you were thankful for what Sukuna had done. Before the roads could block, he took you out of the city, to the countryside where less people were, drove until the car ran out of fuel around four times, getting to a decent distance.

Now, you were with a small group of people a man named Satoru Gojo, his ‘friend’ Suguru Geto, and a woman named Shoko.

Sukuna knew them slightly before the apocalypse happened, mentioning something about high school, something of his job as well. All he knew is that he could trust them more than anyone else.

Over time, they’d built a place, walls, steady structure like a prison to keep us safe inside thankfully to Sukunas handy man skills and the other’s strength, we’d managed to build a home that’s somewhat safe.

—

it’s been four years. four, long years of the same bullshit experience. Killing, fighting, scavenging for food, and wondering if this will ever end, or if anyone else is still alive out there.

Sukuna stays by your side most nights, but he doesn’t sleep. He never slept well once it had started.

The first night you encountered an infected, he would have almost lost you if he hadn’t slung a pocket knife right at the things face. Since then he’d never left you alone, and you never told him off for it.

Now, your head was on his shoulder, leg slung over his stomach as you trace soft patterns over his tattoos, a candle that shone dim lighting up the small room you laid in.

“Do you think it will end?” You whisper, bare body pressed against his, his warmth engulfing your frame. His eyes flick down to you, eyes softening ever so slightly as he pulls you close, “to be honest, no.” He murmured, gently running his fingers through your hair, untangling the small knots, “but you’re safe, here with me.” He whispered, closing his eyes.

you hum low, closing your eyes as his hand works through you hair. He leant down and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, only holding you closer.

He knew you were upset, for the very reason you got together, to be together for ever, having everything together.

to want a family together.

He knew what you wanted, it pained him to know it. To know he couldn’t be the one to give you it, especially in the conditions they’re under. There’s hardly enough food, water, and other things to be shared around as it is. You knew it too, that’s why you never bring it up, not since it all happened. But he saw the looks on your face, he could hear you without having you speak.

He holds you tighter, a soft comfort or the harsh world around them. Whispering soft words into your ears as he felt the salt liquid of your tears fall to his chest.

He was mad at the world, mad at whatever caused this all to happen. But most of all?

He was mad that it ripped away every dream you both had, and he couldn’t even do a thing about it.

A/n: just had this thought late at night, made me upset because whatdahell.

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[chikithree]

Nanami x Reader

Girl Dad! Kento Nanami

GirlDad! Nanami coming home from work, walking through the front door of the apartment you shared, eyes heavy, shoulders tense as he placed his brief case down and kicked off his shoes.

Walking down the hall to be greeted by his four-year-old daughter in a tutu, a scarf and one of his dress shirts, stacked with all of the expensive jewelry kento had ever bought you. Makeup smeared onto her soft chubby face as she played tea party with her stuffed animals.

“Daddys home!!” she squealed, grabbing her stuffed bear and running over to cuddle his leg, jumping excitedly as he picked her up with a small groan, resting her on his side.

“Hello sweetheart.” he smiles, kissing the top of her head as he walked into the kitchen spotting you making dinner and walking up behind you, curling his free arm around your waist, “how are my girls today, hm?” he mumbles, kissing your temple softly.

“Mommy taught me how to do makeup, see! I'm pretty like mommy!” She smiles big, pointing at her overly blushed cheeks.

Kento laughed softly, nodding slowly, "I saw as soon as I walked in, sweetheart. But you know you're already perfect enough that you don't need it.” he gently placed the girl down and she quickly scurried back to the living room to play.

Kento lets out a low hum, moving to embrace you from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck, “makeup, jewelry, four already. She's growing too fast.” He mumbles, hands sliding onto your small rounded stomach.

“And to think we’ll do it all over again in a few months now, maybe a boy this time.” he whispers, eyes watching as you cook, a soft content smile on his lips, “I love you.”

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[chikithree]

Thinking of Dad!Satoru,

— and early mornings where your two sons climb into your bed, wedging themselves and cuddling between the two of you all to just fall asleep again.

Your six-year-old son clinging onto you while your 4-year-old clung to satoru, wedged between from where you were you and Toru were cuddling. The two of you whispering to each other so the kids wouldn’t wake up, one of his free hands playing with one of your strands of hair as he speaks. Talking about something along the lines of ‘how lucky of a man’ he is, and ‘how beautiful’ you look right now.

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[chikithree]

Toji x Reader

Relaxing with Toji

nsfw, 18+ mdni

Your head rested on Toji’s lap as you lay on the couch, movie playing on the TV across from you. It had been a long day of work for him, and you, and now you both just wanted to wind down together.

Beer in his hand and his other ran fingers through your loft locs of hair, eyes on the moving you’d picked for the night.

You’d moved your head back on his lap a little, sliding your hand up his leg and softly palming him through his sweats. His eyes slowly glanced down, pausing mid sip as he watched, before continuing to watch the movie and letting you do what you want.

Your hand slid under his sweats, eyes still focused on the movie, pushing them down a little as you kept your head resting on him. You pumped him a few times as he hardens in your grasp, feeling his hand sliding down to your side and holding you.

You placed small kisses on his leaky tip, pre-cum stringing from your lips as you do so, before taking his tip into your mouth, moving both hands onto his dick to hold it, lazily sucking him off as he continued to drink his beer, thumb rubbing over your side in small circles.

That pretty much sums up how you unwind together each night.

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[chikithree]

Toji x Reader

Shaving Toji's face

You pushed yourself up onto the counter of the bathroom, watching your boyfriend dampen his face with a warm hand towel, stepping between your legs and sizing you up, “don't cut me like last time, baby.” he grumbles, reaching behind you to grab the shaving cream and dropping it into your hands, chucking the towel aside and resting his hands on your knees.

You smile, legs wrapping around the back of his legs and scooting him closer, his hands sliding up to your mid thigh as you start to lather on the shaving cream, spraying a wasteful amount onto your hands before lathering it onto his jaw. Moving slowly over his stubble, and cupping his cheeks, pushing them together slightly to make his lips pout, a groan escaping his lips “stop that.”

You slide your hands back to his chin spreading some onto his upper lip, and placing a small peck on his lips before wiping off your hands and grabbing his razor, cupping the bottom of his jaw and gently tilting his head up, “I only nipped you last time ‘cause you moved.” you whispered, eyes focusing.

You started on his right cheek, sliding the razor down his cheek bone. He watched in the mirror behind you, watching your soft hands on him, along with your gentle strokes. “You can press harder sweetheart, if you do it too lightly you won't get anything off.” he says, eyes drifting down to your focused expression.

“And if I press harder, I'll end up cutting you again.” you continued to drag the blade over his jaw, movements calculated. He lets out an amused hum, hands moving and tightening on your waist with his fingers pressing into your supple skin that peaked from your shirt.

“Babygirl, I've been shot, stabbed, and beaten. I'm sure I can handle more little cuts from you.” he lets out a low chuckle, leaning a little closer, “your nails have done worse.”

your eyes flicked up to his for a moment, legs squeezing around his, “shut up, Toji.” you huff, warmth blooming on your cheeks as you finish up the last patch on his left cheek, “done.”

He looks back to the mirror, grabbing the towel and wiping the excess cream off, leaning closer to look at your effort. “You know what baby, it's better than last time, and that's what matters.” he smirks, turning his head to kiss your temple.

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[chikithree]

Toji x Reader

Running into Toji, an older man at the club?

nsfw, 18+ mdni

It was your twenty-first birthday, the legal age where you can get into clubs, bars and drink without a pesky fake ID, and of course you were celebrating with your closest friends, Shoko and Utahime. Pre-Gaming in the back of the uber as you fix Utahimes makeup while you talk to the man driving, Shoko scrolling through her phone.

The cab drags to the side of the road as the driver pulls over, “have a fun night, girls.” he murmurs, receiving the online payment as you all stepped out the cab. Pulling down your skimpy dress that Shoko bought you for this specific night.

They drag you to the security guy guarding the door, all of you showing your ID’s, earning a grunt from the man as he moves out of the doorway, undoing the chain and letting you walk through. You all walk in, the hallway darkening as you walk deeper, turning a corner to all the neon lights and disco balls reflecting colours, along with a busy bar, tables, and dance floor.

Shoko turns to look at you and Utahime, “Drink first, then dance?” which earns her a collective nod, the three of you walking over to the very occupied bar, “could we grab a round of vodka shots?” she asked the tender, who nodded as the three of you sat at the bar, Utahime in the middle.

You look around the place, it was huge, one reason it was so popular was because of its sheer size. You turn back to your friends, “Why didn't we come here in highschool?” you raise your voice to speak over the music. Shoko shrugs, “the place wasn't this popular then.” she shouts back, the shots sliding in front of you.

Later on, your mind was slightly hazy, music blurring in your ears as you danced with Shoko, Utahime walked off somewhere with some white haired man after claiming ‘he's too handsome to pass up.’ The club was packed now, the day darkening into later hours of the night.

The music, alcohol, and heat of bodies around you put you into a zenned state, zoning out to the sound of the music as you danced with Shoko, her hand grabbing onto yours and spinning you around and pulling you to her chest.

But her chest wasn't at your shoulders, and didn't feel this solid.

Your mind snaps back, and so does your head as you look up at the man holding onto your hand. He was tall, maybe late thirties, scruffy black hair and green eyes that would be hard to forget, with a scar on the left side of his lip, that seemed far from an accident. “What's wrong, cat got your tongue?” he smirked, voice low and velvety, smirking like he knew you, hand sliding onto a somewhat ‘respectful’ place on your hip.

You stared, eyes wondering down to his sculpted biceps, down to his hand planted on your waist like it belonged there. His smirk grew, letting go of your hand and leaning down to your ear while brushing a strand of hair away, “Names Toji, sweetheart.” he murmurs.

You felt your breath hitch as his breath hit your neck, but you didn't pull away. You were due to get laid. It had been way too long, not since your ex boyfriend dumped you for his co-worker at fucking mcdonalds.

Sure, this man is older, scruffy looking, but that all cancels out as your eyes keep falling to his greek god muscles poking out of that godforsaken compression shirt. And it's not exactly like he was growing greys yet..

Now, after a few minutes of talking, teasing and subtle grinds, he's dragging you off to the bathrooms, pushing you into a stall that felt ten times as small with him inside, closing it behind him. Lips locking onto yours as he pushed you up against the white wall of the stall, covered in random graffiti and lipstick marks.

His hands slid up your slides, to the straps of your dress and pulled them down enough for the top half of your dress to reveal your lace black bra with a tiny white fabric rose in the valley of your breasts.

He pulls away from the kiss and lets out a groan, one hand going to your thigh, pulling it up to his hip as he cupped a breast with his other, kissing down your neck softly, “pretty baby, aren't you.” he breathed, pulling a strap of your bra down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking, his hand on your thigh moving higher, scrunching your dress up to your waist.

He etched your bra down further to capture your other nipple into his mouth, giving it the same treatment as before. “Toji,” you whine, hips shifting in his grip due to the paulse between your legs, slick pooling in your panties. He hums against your skin nipping at the sensitive bud, eliciting a soft moan from your lips as your back arches into his touch.

He lets go with a wet ‘pop’, lifting your leg higher and hooping it through his arm as he starts to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his flyer and tugging them down mid way his thighs. Hand sliding to cup your heat, “you sure you can take n’old bastard like me, babygirl?” he grunts, looking down to see your hand suddenly rubbing over the thick outline of his dick in his boxers.

“I wouldnt be here if I wasn't sure.” you mutter, putting your leg down and moving your hands to pull your panties down slowly, letting them pool around your ankles and pulling him closer to your body, “I needed a change either way, maybe show me an older man is what I needed.” you whisper, hands hooking into his boxers elastic, pulling them down softly.

He smirks, pushing you up against the wall, “yeah, you'd like that wouldn’t you.” he husks, lifting your leg once more and taps his fat tip onto your clit lightly a few times, watching your expression as your lashes flutter, a small moan slipping from your puffy lips.

He picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist mindlessly. He lines himself up tip prodding your entrance, making you let out a frustrated whine, about to make a complaint before he wedged his way into your first ring of muscle, tip stretching you like it was an insult to your past ‘things’.

You let out a whined breath, hands sliding up his back and digging into his shoulders as you hold onto him. He placed a kiss on your neck, slowly edging himself into your slick cunt, “so tight,” he hissed, hands tightening on the meaty flesh of your ass, “gonna make me go fuckin’ feral.” he grunts, letting out a groan as he bottoms out.

“Tojii..” you whine, head on his shoulder as he pressed closer to you, basically moulding you to the stall door, “s’deep.” you moan, toes curling in your high-heels. He huffs a breath, “yeah, you feel me deep, babygirl?” he pressed his hips closer, tip kissing your cervix, causing you to let out a loud moan, acrylics digging into his skin as he started thrusting slowly.

He doesn't keep it slow, though. As soon as you'd somewhat adjusted, he started pounding into you like a bitch in heat, groaning and moaning into your hair as he fucked into you, chest pressing agaisnt yours, body trapped between him and the wall as the stall shook from his relentless pace.

Neither of you quiet down, too lost in each other's touch to care about people who are also in the bathroom. “Pleasee- Toji!” you moan out, legs tightening around his waist, feeling the familiar pit in your stomach building up. He grunts, pounding into you recklessly, “gonna fuckin’ ruin you for everyone else, hear me? Fuck, you’re my girl, my pretty little thing.” he growled, hand moving to rub his thumb over your clit, other hand sliding fully under your backside, supporting you with his arm.

Your mind hazed, body hot as he went impossibly faster, moaning turnin into breath hitches and whimpers, eyes rolling back as you see white, squirting all over him. And he smirked, watching as your juices soaked all over his briefs and shirt, the situation only making his hips snap harder into you, rubbing your clit with dire speed.

“Good fuckin’ girl, so fucking good f’me.” he groans, dick twitching, “inside or out, sweet thing.” he speakers through gritted teeth, pace getting sloppier.

You whimper, eyes glossing over at the overstimulation he's giving you, “inside, please..” you whine. And then he came, filling your womb to the point his semen dripped out the sides of your pussy because of how much there was.

He let out a long deep moan forehead pressing against yours as he watched, letting out raspy breaths, waiting a few seconds before pulling out and watching his cum drip out of you, placing your legs back on the floor, keeping you steady as you held onto his shoulders.

He helped you clean up and fixed your clothes, before fixing himself, stuffing his cock back into his boxers before tugging up his jeans and buckle.

“Give me your phone.” he murmurs. And you do, digging past your makeup and random knick knacks in your handbag, pulling out your phone and letting him put his number in. “Call me later, baby. I'll take you out somewhere real nice. You're mine now, sweetheart, and I don't plan on letting you go.” he husks, sliding the phone back into your hand, and kissing your shoulder before leaving the stall, disappearing back into the crowd of people.

Now, you just have to pray Shoko and Utahime didn’t leave without you.

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[chikithree]

Shiu Kong x reader

Tinder date with Shiu, a man you've only talked to over the phone?

nsfw, 18+ mdni!

When you matched with an older guy on tinder, you honestly expected some pervert that got dumped by his wife because of mental issues. But when you met with Shiu Kong, you'd learned he'd never even married before, hell, he looked pristine for his age. Early 40s and hardly any wrinkles, no imperfections on his face, and only a faint smell of tobacco and clove lingered as he sat, sitting across from you.

Sitting across from you, in a restaurant more expensive than your groceries of five weeks combined. He was dressed in a simple suit, not ironed, not like he wanted to fit into the role of a ‘perfect’ guy. He didn't even shave, light stubble littered over his jaw and he rubbed his thumb over it mindlessly while reading over the menu. It looked like he didn’t even try to look his best for the date.

And you didn't expect to end up in the backseat of his car, clothes chucked onto the floor, hands on his thighs behind you, head tilting back as you roll your hips. His tip kissing your cervix in calculated motions as he thrusts up into you, letting out grunts of pleasure.

His hand reaches up, cupping behind your neck and pulling you into a hungry kiss, his other hand gripping onto your ass flesh and bouncing your onto him as he bucks harder. Grunts and moans filling the car as it sways with the movement of the two of you.

His hand slides up to your hair, gripping it softly as he fucked into you harder, drawing small squeals from your gloss smudged lips. His other hand sliding to your back and arching your back into him as you collapse onto his chest, letting him take over.

“Never been fucked by an older man, doll?” he grunts, sucking the supple skin of your shoulder, his pace not faltering as you flutter around his dick. “So tight, almost like you’re damn untouched,, fuck.” he groans, landing a smack onto your ass, “you love this, dont you?” he murmurs, turning you around so your back pressed against the leather seats of his car, legs now over his shoulders in a deep mating press, fucking into you with purpose.

“Yes!” you mewled shortly, unable to form a proper sentence. Head falling back on to the seat as your wristed get pushed to the side of your head, pinning them down as he fucked into you.

Your mind hazed, eyes blurring as you cum and letting out a whimper as he spilled into you, taking one of his hands off your wrists and cupping your jaw, looking down at you with an expression you couldn't read through the bliss he'd given.

He leans down, kissing the crown on your head with gentle care. “Would you say yes to a second date?” he murmured quietly, kissing the place between your eyebrows. You nod, slipping your other wrist from his hand and cupping his cheeks, kissing him. “Why would I refuse?” you smile, eyes closing as he pressed his forehead to yours.

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[chikithree]

Fandoms I write for — Jujutsu Kaisen, potentially others.

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[chikithree]

Kento Nanami x Reader

OlderBoyfriend! Kento Nanami, posted on his instagram??..

you’d recently taught your older boyfriend, Kento, how to use Instagram so you could tag him in posts and stories of the two of you. But you never expected him to eventually engage in posting online, so it was a surprise when you refreshed your feed, only to find a short video of your boyfriend lifting weights at his gym, with an ancient heavy metal song overlapping the background noise he didn’t mute.

And lord behold, he has over fifty thousand likes on all his posts, equaling up to four. Four singular posts. And he's already on top-charts of instagram, without hashtags, and only one previous follower, you.

You currently were sitting in the living room of the shared apartment you'd bought with him a while back, sliding off the couch and walking to the bathroom where he was showering, since he'd just got home from the just mentioned gym.

You knock on the bathroom door, before walking into the steam filled room, shower running and fan on. “Baby.” you say, pulling the curtain aside, staring at him.

Kento wipes his face of water and turns to you, a small concerned frown on his face as he sees your odd expression, “sweetheart, are you alright?” he says quickly, turning the knobs of the shower to stop the water.

You held up your phone that was displaying his page, “you didn't tell me you started posting videos?” you say, legs shifting slightly as you spoke, and of course, he noticed.

He grabs his towel and wraps it around his waist, stepping out and taking the phone out of your hand and putting it down on the countertop softly, pulling you into a small embrace, looking down at you, “is that the matter, darling?” he mumbles, kissing the top of your head, “I’ll delete them if you'd like, i just thought other men would like to see the process-”

You stop him, placing your fingers to squish his lips together, “I’m just surprised you didn't tell me, that's all, I’m not mad.” you say quietly, “but I do want you to put my username in your bio.” you finish, kissing his cheek and letting him go.

He blanked for a moment, a brow lifting.

“Sweetheart, What's a ‘bio’?”

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[chikithree]

Stepdad Toji and OlderBf Toji is growing on me, would you guys be interested if I wrote fics on it, and maybe other characters as well? Lowkey I don’t want to do it in a weird way, so reader wouldn’t be too young in them, maybe early 20s.

I see a lot of fics of this where the reader acts all naive and innocent, at ‘20 years old’ you are definitely not like that and most likely have experienced sexual activity before that age, and it comes off as somewhat age play which I do not like at all, if anything it is just weird. If I were to write stuff with older male characters it would be mutually understood of what they mutually want because,

1. We are not children & 2. We know what sex is!

obviously it is still taboo, but that’s just my perspective of how I would write it. Just know I will not be doing anything weird like the reader doing childish acts, anything like that is out of the picture. Please and thanks do not request it.

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Honestly I’m thinking of other things as well just to broaden the type of writing themes I wanna do, but for now I’ll just do a poll for this.

[chikithree]

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

— summary; Sukuna won a football game against a rivalled collage, and celebrated with you instead of his teammates.

MDNI!!! 18+ content included!!

Warnings: sexual themes, semi-public sex.

not proof read.

He had you pressed up to him in one of the locker room showers, messily kissing over your soft kiss bitten lips after his football game, which his team won by ten points.

You both stood under the warm spray of water– usually cold for him, but changed to your liking. His hands sliding from your ass to your waist, pressing you closer as his tongue slides into your mouth, his grip tightening as he pulls away pressing his forehead to yours as he looks down at you.

“Proud of me, baby?” he rasps quietly, one hand slid up your spine, playing with a strand of hair, pressing a soft kiss near your eye, slowly trailing down to your neck.

You hum, your hands resting on his beefy biceps, lashes fluttering as he kisses your skin, “am I?” you tease, dragging your soft fingertips up his skin to his shoulders, moving to press your head into the crook of his nape.

He watched, hand tightening on your waist as the other dropped from your hair to join it, his gaze on the side of your face as you place airy kisses on his shoulder. He leaned closer and kissed your cheek once more, a slight smug grin on his lips as he whispers, “yeah, I know you are.” he nuzzled your hair softly, letting out a content sigh.

You let out a hum, hands moving to his hair, arms wrapping around him as you hug him closely, feeling his own arms circling your waist and pulling you even closer, kissing your temple. “I am proud.” you mumble, a content smile on your face as you melt into him.

His arms tighten around you slightly, pressing more kisses down your neck, as he leaves a few light hickeys in his wake, “do I get a reward?” he murmurs against your skin, hands sliding down to grope the chub of your ass.

You smile lightly, already feeling him poking your thigh, he had since you'd gotten in with him. Your hands tighten slightly in his hair, tugging lightly, “I think you deserve it,” you whisper, kissing next to his ear, “if you want it.”

He lets out a low groan, lightly biting your neck, “fuck, baby.” he spun both of you around slowly, pushing your back against the shower stall door. Water spraying on his back, sending specks flying onto your body, his eyes narrowing as he watched, jaw clenching as he ran his hands over your body. Slowly sliding down to cup under your thighs, lifting one up and pushing them apart, vermillion eyes locking onto your puffy lips and sliding his thumb lightly over them, spreading them.

He swallowed thickly, letting out another groan while his cock nudged at your inner thigh, hands tightening around them, “got such a pretty pussy, baby..” he whispers, leaning down, and lightly assaulting your neck, kissing, biting and licking at the skin desperately, slowly working down your body, sliding down to his knees as he stops at your thighs, biting at the plush skin teasingly.

“Ryo,” you breathe out quietly, hands still in his hair as you look down at him, eyes half lidded and a thigh now propped over his shoulder, held still by his large hand. The man now mouthing at your puffy folds, not quite where you want him.

He hums, not answering your plea as he sucked and nipped at the soft skin, before running his tongue up your slit and slowly circling your clit, eyes peering up at you as he works you up his free hand sliding to between your thighs, teasing your entrance, pushing his finger tip in only slightly before he takes it out, watching your reactions as he does.

Your face was slightly flushed, thighs tensing in his grip as your spine curled forward at his small circles on your clit, catching your lip between your teeth softly, eyes locked on him, and his tongue as he built you up slowly.

He flattened his tongue onto your clit, closing his mouth around you and sucking, his finger sliding into you, pumping it agonizingly slow as he pushed his face further into your thighs. Your quiet moans escaping from between your lips, hands sprawling out in his pink hair.

He fastens his pace, both his tongue and finger, sliding another digit into your velvety walls, curling them perfectly into your sweet spot repeatedly from the countless times he’s fingered you. He sucked harder, tongue rolling onto your clit with precision, like a man who hasn't eaten in weeks.

Spreading you wider as he pounded his fingers into you, making your legs stutter, leaning your weight onto him slightly as you fell apart, moaning louder, letting out whines of his name.

He pulls away slowly, panting, lips and chin drenched in the water mixed with your slick. He wipes his chin and stands up while keeping your leg on his shoulder, locking his lips onto yours as he pressed against you, lifting your other thigh onto his shoulder, holding you up against the wall by your ass.

He pulls back from the kiss, glancing down at his cock that was laying against your slit, rocking his hips slowly as he rubbed over your sensitive clit. His grip tightening on your ass cheeks, as he pulled his hips back, prodding at your entrance. His eyes flicked up to yours, and you gave a small nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, hands finding his wet locks once again.

He pressed his lips onto yours, softer this time as he pushed in, pushing himself closer to you as he bottomed out, both of you letting out a low moan. Your hands tighten in his hair as he slides one arm under your back, holding you closer, away from the wall and into his chest.

He ran his lips down to your neck as he marked you up again, grinding his hips into you, his tip rubbing up against your cervix slowly, letting out a small groan, “you feel so good, baby,” he murmurs, licking a bite mark he’d placed on your neck, “always so good, so fucking perfect.” he growls, thrusting slowly, cock coating in your slick as he fastens his pace.

You moan, nails digging into his scalp slightly as you clench around him, eliciting a hiss from him, his hips snapping harder as he fucked into you, pressing you back into the stall door and burying his head into your shoulder, both hands back on your ass, gripping onto the fat as he slammed into you, letting out groans and low moans, losing himself in you.

Your hips buck, head falling back onto the stall door as your mind blurs from the steam and sex, pussy slobbering around him as moans fall from your lips, feeling yourself pulling closer to the edge. His hand slides to your clit, rubbing harsh circles on it as he continues his aggressive pace, tip kissing your cervix, “cum, baby, cum.” he moaned out, nails digging into your ass as he held you up with one hand.

You hold onto him tighter, your orgasm hitting you like a truck, cumming with a whine of his name, trembling in his hold as your pussy flutters around his cock, triggering his own and causing him to spill inside of you, his seed filling your womb as he pants, “fuck, fuck,,love you so much.” he breathes out, nuzzling the slide of your neck, letting you legs slide off his shoulders and placing them down softly, holding you up by his arms around your waist.

You pant, your head resting on his chest, legs shaking as you held onto him, “I love you too, Ryo.”

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SUKUNA X READER

MDNI!!! 18+ content included!!

Warnings: sexual themes.

It had been a while for the both of you, he'd been busy with his wars and countless fights, away for weeks on end. Finally resulting with you two tangled into the sheets as soon as he'd gotten back, pushing every position between endless rounds of heated, sweaty sex, sounds of skin sticking and slapping, grunts, whines and moans slung around endlessly, turning into breathless whimpers.

His bottom hands on your hips and his top ones rested in your hair, caging you under his large frame, head pressing into your shoulder sucking and nipping at your skin, letting out low groans as he pounded his cocks into you.

He grunts, slamming his hips against you with need, lifting his head to look at you, “fuckin’ missed this, missed you.” he pants, body pressing into yours, “tight little cunt sucking me in, so fuckin’ wet.” his bottom hands slide up to your breasts, moving his head to take one into his mouth, lapping his tongue over the bud, “making a mess on the sheets, my sheets, missed that too.” he slows his thrusts, grinding into you deeply, staring at your disheveled appearance.

“Ryooo..” you whine, head pressing into the feathered pillow, rocking your hips with his. He lifts his head, hovering over you again as he kisses you deeply, top right hand moving to caress your cheek, sliding it down to press softly around your neck, “tightening around me so good, could just fill you again, you want that?” he mumbles against your lips, thumb rubbing over your pulse point.

You nod, thighs squeezing around his waist as he continues his deep grinds, “please.” you whisper, a soft whine escaping your throat as he pressed deeper. He smirks, “please?” he mocks, nail slightly pressing in, not enough to hurt but hard enough for a whine to escape your kiss bitten lips, “that's all you got, pretty girl?” one of his bottom left hand dragging from your breast to your clit, rubbing soft circles, “come on, baby.” he coos, a smirk tugging the corner of his lip.

Your hips stutter into his touch, letting out soft moans as he rolled the sensitive bud between his rough fingers, “please, ‘kuna, pleasee..” you moan, hands sliding around his neck, tangling up in the hairs on his nape.

He smirks, “please what?” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your neck again. Your lips part, letting out breath, “fuck me again, dont tease.” you whisper, feeling his hips come to a stop, cock stilled inside of you, before he pulls out to his tip, and slamming back in, eliciting a moan from you.

He continued his fast pace, “like this baby? Want me like this, my sweet girl, taking all of me in, so fuckin’ needy.” he huffs, biting into your skin slightly, leaving a mark, licking up the small traces of blood, “were going all fuckin’ night, don’t complain.”

a/n: hi, I know I haven’t posted in so long, sorry!! here is a lil sum to make up for it. I’m not sure when I’m gonna post again, but I’ll try to get something else out before next month!

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[chikithree]

MDNI contains nsfw/18+ content!!

—PART 2—

part 1, part 2, …

Warnings throughout: Age gap, Suggestive content, sexual themes, crude language, violence.

Knight!Nanami who loves nothing more than spending his time with you, Princess!Reader.

You woke up the next morning, tense and somewhat frustrated. You stood up and got ready for the day, bathing and dressing into a proper gown with the help of a maid. You walked out of your chambers and were immediately greeted by the workers. You were surprised when a different guard was stationed at your door, not Nanami. That wasn't normal.

The knight escorted you to the grand dining room where your parents sat, waiting as breakfast was being placed upon the wooden table. “There's my beautiful daughter, come sit.” your father boasts cheerfully, gesturing to your chair. “You seem joyful this morning, father..” you say, sitting down in your seat, a few guards stationing themselves at the doors.

He smiles brightly, “we have received an offer from the neighbouring kingdom, sweetheart. The young prince would like your hand in marriage!” he said, overjoyed. “It's about time you'd have gotten married, bringing two kingdoms together.” your mother added, sipping her tea, “you'd make a fine wife for him, a handsome man he is.” she smiles.

You frown a little but mask it with a small smile, “sounds.. Delightful.” you say simply, chewing on one of the bacon bits from your plate, “seems i've lost my appetite for my food.. just excited, that's all.” you stand up, smoothing out your dress, “excuse me.”

You make your way out the dining hall, your mother and father’s excited chatter fading away as you walk down the hallway. The knight is still following you, “princess, you just can't go anywhere–” you whip around, “who gave you the right to speak first, you do not have the privilege to talk to me that way. Leave me alone.” you almost yell, mostly mad at the news you just received, but taking out on the man. The knight shuts up instantly, “sorry, madam.” he squeaks, turning on his heels and walking away quickly.

You grumble, making your way to the training courts where Nanami usually is when he's not with you.

You look around, watching the men spar together, grunts and yells being thrown around. “Princess.” you hear from behind you, warm breath fanning your nape.

You turn around, seeing Nanami bent down slightly in his amour, “your behaviour will get you in trouble, you know you're not supposed to be here.” he mumbles, glancing over your head before pulling you away from the courts, into the castle's garden paths.

“About last night,” you say quicker than intended, making him stop in his steps.

“I need you to forget that, princess. It was out of my place, and not appropriate for a knight on duty.” he says, turning half his body to face you.

You frown, your hand moving to softly tug on his forearm, “you don’t mean it.” you say quietly, “I felt it, you wanted me just as badly.” he lets out a sigh, shaking his head, “even so, we cannot, im sorry princess..”

“Don't call me that. call me by my name. Don't be a bastard, Nanami. Why are you saying these things?” you step closer, your grip on his arm tightening. “You're saying it, and you don't mean it. Who cares if it's wrong, no one will know.” you frown, your tone turning more desperate at each word.

“Princess.”

“Y/N.” you correct him. He turns to face him fully, taking your hand into his and pulling you into him, hugging you tightly. “There are so many things that are wrong between us.” he mumbles into your hair, “are you sure.”

You nod.

He lets you go, bringing your hands to his lips and softly kissing your knuckles, “meet me in the garden tonight.” he whispers, lowering your hand and placing a kiss upon your forehead before walking away.

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[chikithree]

SFW!! no 18+ content included!!

Soft! Sukuna x Reader

warnings: none.

Includes: fluff.

You were sitting in your nightgown in bed, your hair up in a damp hair towel while reading one of the novels Sukuna had gifted you. The lamp was on next to you, lightning the darkened room. Sukuna lying next to you, reading his own piece of literature.

“Did I get you that book?” he mumbles, closing his own and sitting up next to you, slinging an arm around your shoulder. You nod, leaning into his side, “you gave it to me a while back.” He hums, a soft growl accompanying it, “no wonder you're always distracted by it, my taste in literature is immaculate.” he teases, nuzzling the top of your hair towel.

“Why is your hair still in this towel? We got out a while ago, you'll damage it like this.” he gently undoes it, your hair falling from the fabric. He softly pats your hair dry a little more before throwing the towel aside.

“Could you plait it for me?” you say, glancing up from your book, “it's been a while since you have, and it turns out nice when you do.” He looks down at you, a grin on his lips. “If I can get a kiss?” he whispers, leaning down. You smile, placing a gentle kiss on his lips before moving to sit in front of him, returning your attention down to your book.

He gently combs his fingers through your strands before sectioning it into threes, twisting them into a tight braid. He reached over to the bedside and picked up a long forgotten hairtie, gently securing it before placing a gentle kiss on your nape. “As beautiful as ever, sweetheart.” he mumbles against your skin, pulling you closer.

“Thank you sukuna.” you say quietly, too engrossed in your book to focus on him. He was fine with that, reading over some of the lines of the page as you leaned against his chest. his hands running over your sides as he places eventual soft kisses on your shoulder as the night continues with quiet hums and crickets.

can you tell I LOVE Sukuna fluff?.. (even when it’s inaccurate).

also requests are open for those who asked! I’ll get to them soon! ᥫ᭡

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