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not editing this or proofreading it. school is hard, so all you guys get is my shower thoughts for now 😔 this shit is so unserious. i also lost motivation for this one, so… have this

cw- demon!sukuna, chubby!reader, smut, mdni

imagine summoning demon sukuna on accident in your sleep only to find out he’s actually an incubi.

he stares at you with a smoldering gaze as his wets his lips with his forked tongue. he’s eager to indulge, and you are the perfect prey.

seeing this as something you can use to your own advantage, you ask him to take care of your little “problem”… the problem being that you’re a complete loser virgin.

also, this is just a dream, right? it’s not like you’re going to suffer any real life consequences! maybe your subconscious will come up with a juicy enough scenario to satisfy your urges without having to look for a real man because… ew.

the only dick you’re getting is in your dreams… that is until he reveals to you that he actually has two dicks.

“o-oh!” you gape as you’re unable to tear your eyes away from him. two whole dicks… his presence is suffocating in your mind.

“already taking back your request, woman?” he asks in a low rumble. he’s definitely challenging you right now.

“no! it’s not like it’ll hurt-“

your words are cut off by him removing the sheets that were covering your body. he curls a finger into the waistband of your panties, and he can feel his mouth already begin to salivate from the promise of burying his tongue so deeply into your weeping pussy until you’re writhing and begging for a break.

however, his one track mind is completely halted once he lays eyes on said slickened pussy.

“what- is something wrong?” you quickly ask, looking down for yourself. not a fictional dream man already making you feel self conscious about your body.

“you’re hairless.” he notes bluntly, leaning in to get a closer inspection.

“stop that!” you bat him away, crossing your legs so he can’t see you anymore.

“don’t hide yourself from me.” you swear you hear him growl as he forces your plush thighs back open. he leans in closer, and he takes a deep breath. the scent of your arousal has him throbbing in need, but he’s completely mesmerized by the fact that there’s not any hair.

“did you just sniff me-?” you ask, unsure if you want the answer to that question or not.

“you smell normal.” he remarks with the same blunt tone. he then leans into you — his warm breath caresses your sensitive skin, and you feel your back arch involuntarily for him.

his tongue laps just once, savoring you as if he’s at a fucking wine tasting, and your virgin ass is already on the cusp from a little lick. you whine, trying to lift your hips as if to silently ask for more.

“you taste perfect.” he continues with his observations before his long fingers gently caress the small bundle of nerves that only you have ever touched, and fuck, he’s so skilled with moving his hand in perfect circles until your damp cunt is making wet schlicking noises.

you nearly cum when he slips two fingers inside your inexperienced hole.

“feels normal.” he comments, not paying any mind to how you’re nearly coming undone on his hand.

“are you fucking— oh sh-shit… giving me a doctor’s visit right now?” you manage to pant out as you look down at the demon.

“just trying to figure out why you’re hairless.” he obliges you with an answer while casually pumping his fingers in and out, curling them to brush against a spot that makes you cry out.

“i-i shaved!” you answered him frantically, rolling your hips as you shamelessly grind against his hand. the incubis smirks at your clear desperation. he feeds on it.

“shaved?” he asks, stroking his fingers against that spot with more vigor until he’s recklessly pounding his fingers into you.

“yes- oh my—… i’m gonna cum… don’t stop. oh right there!”

“tell me more about this shaving thing. why would you do such a thing to your pretty cunt, hm?” he prompts as if he’s not relentlessly finger fucking your poor pussy.

you can’t give him an answer because you literally can’t think. this demon is making you see the gates of heaven with his fingers.

it’s not a minute later before you’re screaming out in pleasure, soaking his hand in your juices as you finish on his digits.

he leans his monstrous sized body over yours, still leisurely pumping his fingers in and out of your fluttering cunt as he gives you an expectant gaze. he’s still waiting on his answer.

“it’s mostly for… for aesthetic purposes,” you manage to breathe out while your body is still vibrating from your orgasm. you’ve played around a time or two with your toy, but it had never felt this damn good.

“aesthetic purposes for who? you’re a pathetic virgin, are you not?” he asks with a low chuckle. “you humans are so perplexing. you’re lucky i find the rest of you aesthetically pleasing.”

you feel your face warm as you look down at your body. no one usually compliments your body. being a big girl means getting compliments about your smile or your hair — never your body because it’s never good enough.

“you do..?” you ask, unsure of if he truly meant his words.

his fingers slowly slide out of your warm channel, causing you to shudder from the emptiness.

“oh pet, i wouldn’t have answered your pitiful calls if i didn’t find you so tantalizing,” he slowly reaches his hand up, and he pinches your nipple, “i’ll have so much fun with you,”

then, he’s gone.

you startle awake in your bed, leaning up and looking around as you pant heavily. that all felt so real. sukuna felt so real.

peaking under the blankets, your eyes widen as you can immediately see that your orgasm was real. your bedding is completely soaked…

and you can’t wait to try and summon him later tonight again.

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Dance for You

Toji Fushiguro x Black plus size reader

Warnings: 18+, suggestive, MDNI

The clock on the office wall ticked away the late hours of the night, the amber glow of a desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. Toji Fushiguro leaned back in his chair, his hat tilted low over his eyes, and a cigarette perched between his lips. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, muscles flexing as he shuffled through the papers littering his desk. The scent of aged whiskey and gunpowder lingered in the air, just another late night on the job.

A knock on the door. Slow. Measured. Familiar.

Toji lifted his gaze, his green eyes dark with exhaustion, but the moment the door eased open, sleep was the last thing on his mind. There she stood, his wife, the woman who owned every inch of his soul, wrapped in mystery and silk. The lamp's warm glow kissed her deep brown skin, accentuating the richness of her curves, the full swell of her breasts, the plushness of her thighs, and the dip of her waist. The black silk dress clung to her like sin, stopping at her upper thighs, the garter straps leading down to stockings hugging her thick legs. Her lips, painted the color of temptation, curled into a sultry smile as she stepped into the room, heels clicking against the wooden floor.

"You're workin' too hard, detective," she murmured, her voice smooth as honey, laced with mischief. "Thought I'd come and give you somethin’ better to focus on."

Toji took a slow drag of his cigarette, exhaling through his nose, watching her with the sharp gaze of a predator sizing up prey. "That so?" he drawled, sitting up, his spread legs framing her as she moved closer. "And what exactly do you got for me, sweetheart?"

She reached for the gramophone in the corner, placing the record down with precision, the needle scratching before a smooth, slow melody filled the room. Then, she turned back to him, her body swaying, her hands caressing the curve of her waist as she moved.

I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you

Her hips rolled in time with the music, slow, deliberate. Toji leaned back, running his tongue over his teeth, the heat in his stare burning into her as she lifted a leg onto the edge of his desk, trailing her hands down her thick thigh before turning, giving him a full view of her backside. The black silk barely covered her, the soft, round shape of her ass teasing him beneath the garter straps.

Wanna show you how much I’m dedicated to you

She arched her back, moving fluidly, the sway of her hips hypnotizing. Toji’s grip tightened on the armrests of his chair, his breath growing heavier. He’d always known his wife was a vision, but watching her like this, watching her for him was something else entirely.

Wanna show you how much I will forever be true

She stepped forward, running her fingers over his chest, tracing the scar peeking from beneath his shirt. His pulse thundered beneath her touch, and when she turned, sliding down until she was kneeling between his legs, dragging her hands up her own thick thighs, Toji cursed under his breath, his jaw clenching.

Wanna show you how much you got your girl feelin’ good

She ran her hands up her stomach, caressing the plush softness of her tummy before sliding them up to cup her breasts, fingers teasing over the curves as she threw her head back, lost in the music, lost in him.

Wanna show you how much, how much you’re understood

Toji reached out, grasping her by the wrist, pulling her up so she straddled his lap, his hands finding purchase on her hips. His voice was rough, a growl against the shell of her ear. "You playin’ a dangerous game, baby."

She smirked, rolling her hips against his, feeling the hard evidence of his growing frustration beneath her. "Ain’t no game, detective," she whispered, trailing her nails down his chest. "Just a wife givin' her husband a little… appreciation."

The song continued, the room filled with the sultry rhythm of her movements, the heat of their shared breath, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Toji’s fingers dug into her plush curves, gripping, kneading, worshiping. She was his, every inch of her, his beautiful, thick, soft wife, moving for him and him alone.

And when the music faded, leaving only the sound of their heavy breathing, Toji leaned in, brushing his lips against her ear. "You sure you wanna stop dancin’ now, sweetheart?" His voice was low, dark, promising things that made her shiver.

She leaned in, pressing her lips to his, tasting whiskey and desire. "Who said anything about stopping?"

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we need shy freak I beggg, he ain’t seen this coming🙈

ᯓ★ FREAK LIKE ME! — GOJO SATORU

SYNOPSIS...being the quiet girl sometimes has its perks and gojo satoru is in for a hell of a ride

INFO...gojo x fem!reader, quiet!reader, handjob, edging, kinda sub!gojo, dom!reader, establish relationship, reader reads smut/watches porn, overstim, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

thanks for the request anon, I hope you enjoy!

Gojo Satoru was known for being the rich, handsome, popular kid who always had girls fawning over him everywhere he went. He’d get any girl he want just by flashing a smile and before he knew it, they’re panties dropped to the floor. College was fun when you were going out every other night, fucking this girl and that girl, because who cares? Surely not him. But one thing no one anticipated, not even Gojo himself, was getting a girlfriend who was quite literally the opposite of him. You were so adorable to him, different from the rest, too buried in your books and work to care about anything else going on.

Gojo noticed very quickly that you were the shy, quiet type. Everytime he’d try to kiss you, even compliment you, you’d turn away with a flustered look. “Awe, is my baby shy?” He’d chuckle, kissing your cheek. It was something he wasn’t used to at all, but he liked it.

You’d bought a new dress from the mall and Gojo demanded that you show him, practically pleading on his hands and knees when you shrugged your shoulders. Eventually you gave you in, walking out from the bathroom, hands clasped together and head hung low. “Do you like it?” You quietly asked.

“Like it? Baby, I love it! I’m resisting the temptation to just bend you over and fuck you right here!” His eyes widen in surprise. He chuckles at the way you turn your head away from him.

“Toru! Don’t say stuff like that! You scold him while hiding your face. Gojo thinks you’re the most innocent thing known to man, getting all shy over the smallest things. But what your clueless boyfriend didn’t know is that you weren’t some innocent, quiet girl who had zero clue about sex or intimacy in general. You watched porn, read smut, and fantasized about all the nasty things you wanted to do to your boyfriend.

It wasn’t until one day you decided it was time to get over your fears and show your boyfriend what he was missing out on.

“Baby—nnngh, ah—s-slow down…fuck!” His voiced cracked, head falling back into the crook of your neck as you pumped his cock from behind, his precum messily smearing over his length. “W-where—mmph—did this even come from?” He chuckled, hips stuttering when you squeezed the head of his cock tighter. His body slouched between your legs, chest heaving up and down. “You’re gonna make me fucking cum already!”

You wickedly giggled in his ear and Gojo absolutely has no idea how to feel in this moment. Who were you and what did you do to his sweet girl? “You’re leaking so much, Toru. You’ve been thinking about this, huh?” You darted your tongue out, licking a stripe on his skin. His entire body shuddered in your hold, eyes clenching shut when you ran your thumb over his throbbing red tip.

“Yes, yes, I’ve been thinking about it—hah!” He nods his head, his nails digging into the plush of your thighs as you bring him on the brink of his orgasm before slowing down your movements. “No, no, baby don’t tease me like that!” He whines, bucking his hips into your hand.

“You’re so needy! Does my pretty boy wanna cum?” You smirk against his skin, peppering small kisses from his jaw to his neck. He quickly nods his head, whimpering like a bitch in heat. Your hand firmly wraps around his throat and Gojo swears he’s sent to another planet. Where did you learn all this from? From who? From what? It’s like you switched personalities. But he loves it, craves it even.

“Oh my god,” he groans, eyes rolling back when you squeeze the base of his cock and slowly drag your hand up his shaft in circular motion. “Please, please, please,” he begs. His cheeks flushed a baby pink while drool forms at the corner of his mouth.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you? Already begging to cum.” You began to pump your hand faster, his legs shaking and hips stuttering. You wrap your legs around his, restricting him from moving any more than he already is.

His abs tense up, body jolting while his lewd moans echo off the walls of your bedroom. “Baby, baby, I’m gonna—shit, shit…gonna cum,” he whimpers. His brows in a concentrated furrow, too focused on the way your hand is wrapped around his thick, veiny cock. “C-cumming,” he’s barely able to groan out, his entire body going limp when you squeeze his throat harder. Your mischievous giggles send the blood rushing straight to his dick and milliseconds later spurts of his cum shoot from his aching tip. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” His hips are shaking, globs of cum coating his abs and your hands, using it as lube.

“You’re still cumming,” you chuckle, his hips writhing beneath you. Gojo has never came this hard in his life and his dick was still pulsating in your hand.

“S-so sensitive,” he cries out, gritting his teeth as tears form in the corner of his eyes. His breath hitches and he swears he could see stars in his vision.

“Want me to stop? Is it too much, baby?” Your sultry tone sends shivers down his spine. He shakes his head no, biting down on his bottom lip, a metallic taste filling his mouth. “That’s what I thought.”

a/n: y/n is boughta make me bust and I’m the one writing her lmaoo

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THICK THIGHS SAVE LIVES!

SYNOPSIS…gojo is a thigh man…that’s it

INFO…gojo x chubby!fem reader, oral (f!recieving), gojo is a touchy mf, gojo is also a big perv, thigh fucking, not proofread

OTHER…likes and reblogs appreciated

gojo is definitely a thigh man and I do not care if you think otherwise

he definitely loves when you wear skirts…for obvious reasons. Your thighs are on full display for him to touch, squeeze, and stare at. If you two are going out somewhere, he’ll hit you with the “don’t wear any panties”

catch that man sleeping on your thighs 24/7. He uses them as a pillow and refuses to sleep anywhere else especially when he takes a nap. He falls asleep so quickly and you wonder how. Within a few minutes all you hear are quiet little snores from him, knocked out cold. One head on your thigh and his hand gripping the other

he loves to trace his fingers along the stretch marks on your thighs, it’s relaxing to him. He gets in his own world, completely blocking everything out (including you). Sometimes it’s hard to get his attention and you have to literally yell his name. “Toru!” You scream. “Huh? What happened?”

eating you out is necessary. Have his head between your thighs for minutes on end while eating your pussy? Count him in! Have you sit on his face while he tightly wraps his arms around your thighs? He could do it all day! He really loves when you cum and squeeze your thighs around his head, it drives him nuts. Oh and definitely leaves hickeys on your inner thighs, not mention licking, kissing and gently biting them too. Ugh I love this man

don’t be surprised if you find an album on his phone full of pictures of your legs. “Toru, what the hell is this?” You ask. “Don’t worry about it, it’s my special collection.” And he’ll roll his eyes at you. He takes pictures of them any time he sees fit. Your cooking dinner while wearing shorts *snaps a picture*

you should’ve known showing him the new thigh high socks you got at the store wasn’t gonna up in just him complimenting you and walking away. He now was fucking your thighs, watching as they jiggled with each thrust, squeezing at the plump flesh in his hands. He loved the way they looked on you, how your plush thighs slightly spilled over the fabric, especially when it was the only thing you were wearing. He cums so much all over your new socks and thighs. He’s apologizing profusely but knows he loves it

it’s a very subtle and small thing but he likes when your thighs get bigger when you sit down, it’s such a turn on to him and he doesn’t really know why but yeah

will ask you to sit on his lap just so he could touch you. “Baby, come here.” And he taps his leg. You sit down and he just starts running his hands all over your legs, squeezing and caressing them (bonus points if he does it in front of other people)

all I can say is gojo satoru could die happily between your legs. If he could be smothered by them he would do it in a heartbeat

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Gojo and fem reader(established relationship) when u keep going(on purpose) after he's already came 💕

OVERSTIMULATED! — GOJO SATORU

SYNOPSIS...you love to overstim gojo after edging him for hours, it’s one of your favorite things to do and watch him lose control

INFO...gojo x gn!reader, overstim, crying/dacryphilia, drool, bondage, handjob, sub!gojo, mentions of edging, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

thanks for the request anon!

“Babyyy.” Gojo is shaking, thighs trembling as he’s practically begging for you to take your hands off of his cock. He doesn’t know what to do with himself, trying so hard to break free of his restraints, clenching his fist as the ropes mark his pretty skin. “Please! Please!” He’s babbling, tossing his head back. “Fuck! Oh fuck!” He’s on the verge of tears. His cloud white hair clings to his sweaty forehead, the result of you edging him for hours and hours until you finally let him cum, but one thing Gojo should’ve known is that you wouldn’t stop. You’re done with him when you’re done with him.

“Poor baby,” you giggle. “I thought this is what you wanted, hm?” You frown, gliding your hand up and down his pulsing cock as he writhes in the chair. “You were begging me to cum so bad and now you want me to stop?” You run your hand down his bare thigh.

“Baby, baby, please! Oh f-fuck! I can’t! P-please!” His voices cracks as tears run down his pretty face, cheeks flushed a bright red. His weak attempts at freeing himself only make you laugh, massaging his balls as you squeeze the tip of his cock. He’s now full on crying, tears streaming down his face.

“You asked for this, Toru.” You grab his jaw, forcing him to look at you. “So be a good boy and cum again. You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” You smile at his, slowing your movements with your hand.

“Mhm.” He nods, sniffling. You wipe his tears with the pad of your thumb, moving your wrist in circular motions as you pump his cock. “Ah!” He hisses, hips twitching and abs tensing up. “Gonna cum, gonna cum! Let me cum, please, please. I’ll be a good boy,” he stumbles over his words as drool falls from his mouth. His eyes roll back a long groan erupting from his throat as thick ropes of cum shoot from his swollen tip.

“Oh!” You laugh, watching as he completely loses himself. “You’re still going!” You giggle, watching as his body jerks, cum landing all over his stomach and your hand. He can’t even form proper words, the pleasure completely overriding his brain. “Good job, Toru. You came so much for me.” You finally remove your hand from his cock, crawling onto his lap. His eyes are red and glossy, lost in a fucked out state.

“Thank you, thank you,” he quietly mumbles against your shoulder. Oh how desperately he wants to touch you right now. He fights against the ropes confining him one last time but eventually gives up, settling for you on his lap and your hands in his hair as you hold him against you. “I love you.” He stares up at you through half lidded eyes.

You crane your neck and peck his lips, smiling at him. “I love you too.”

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❦ satoru gojo who’s been teasing you all night. he just can’t keep his hands to himself it seems, not even during dinner at your parents home :(

“let me feel her, baby.” a pretty lil’ pout is pulling at the corners of his glossy lips, his head tilting coyly. “please? real quick?” his big hand creeps beneath the hem of your ruffled skirt, trailing between your thighs before greedily cupping your warm, clothed cunt. “is she already wet for me?”

“c— control yourself.” it’s merely a breath, the waver of your voice a contradiction.

satoru follows your reluctant gaze, attentively peering into the kitchen to observe as your father scavenges for more wine. your mother prepares dessert behind him, nagging her husband about the laundry he doesn’t do.

swiftly, saturo hooks the tip of his sleek, polished loafer against a leg of your chair, impatiently dragging you closer. two of his nimble fingers are pushing the dampened fabric of your panties aside, baring the warm, sloppy mess of arousal that spills from your pretty pussy.

you reach to grab his hand in protest, but can’t rid the gnawing urge to sink down onto his slender fingers and fuck them until your cunt remembers every ridge and callous. and it’s almost like he’s in your head because three long digits are languidly prying you apart, hungrily gliding between your lips and collecting your prolific arousal.

satoru whines, frustrated that he can’t lay you out on this table like he so desperately needs.

“what if we left?” he’s closer now, nose pressed to your cheek, voice so whiny and hushed and for your ears only. “we can say it’s getting late. baby, i need it. i need that... please. need to feel you on my tongue.”

while leering over your shoulder, you swallow a moan that threatens to blow your cover. “what if i kill you?”

“but i got you so wet,” his gaze falls, trailing toward your lips. “so you can’t kill me.. y’could fuck me though.” he nudges his nose near the crook of your neck, inhaling. “i know you need it. look at how you’re fucking my hand like that… like you want my cock or something.” sharp, pearly teeth nip the skin behind your ear and you shudder, yet the warmth of his tongue that follows sets your skin ablaze all at once. “is that what you want?”

satoru eases an eager finger inside of you. the sweet, subsequent flutter of your cunt is enough of an answer, but you nod anyway. his cerulean eyes leer over your pretty, scrunched up face, cautiously gauging the furrow of your brows and the part of your glossed lips. he knows you need more, can feel it in the way you rock your hips into the palm of his hand.

you’re starting to cave when he pulls his hand from between your trembling thighs. he hums, admiring the gleam of arousal that sheathes his digits like honey. like the whore that he is, satoru is plopping his fingers inside of his mouth and sucking them clean. a wicked smile bares his teeth as he begins to push his hand toward your lips.

his cock twitches pathetically when your lips part, your tongue lolling out just a little bit. he nearly moans as you obediently take his fingers into your mouth, eyes fluttering shut while a pretty noise of satisfaction leaves you.

sneakily, he pushes them a little deeper, eliciting a quiet gag from the very back of your throat. satoru curses beneath his breath, that poor, weeping cock straining against the restricting fabric of his slacks while you swirl your tongue over his fingers.

“baby, we have to go home.” it’s a whine, his mouth gaped.

“fine,” you roll your eyes, pushing his chair away with the heel of your foot. “you tell them.”

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I always had a dream of riding Geto when he smokes so I drew it again

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she got a soft belly and soft titties and soft thighs and a soft ass and a soft heart

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☆AND IF YOU MAKE ME CRAZY… / Sinbad

Summary: Sinbad accidentally discovers your secret. With that, he takes on the challenge to be the first man to make you... ;)

Cw: fem reader, smut—oral fem receiving, nipple play, corruption kink, Sinbad and reader aren’t in a relationship but Sinbad has an interest in her, possessiveness. word count: 3.3k. not suitable for minors. Read [part 2]

You and Sinbad weren’t on the best of terms. Really, though it often felt more one sided, as Sinbad never stopped being flirtatious towards you, or occasionally enjoying provoking you. He thrived in receiving attention from you, as if he could never get enough of it, wanting a reaction better than the one before. Yeah, you rejected him, something about him being a player and manipulative blablabla, but surely, he’d carve his way into your heart eventually, once you notice his charm and worth—that’s what he’d tell everyone.

With another Maharagan on the calendar, you and your friend Yamuraiha were taking a rest by a nearby table outside. With the alcohol you were consuming, your tongues were getting looser and looser, until you two were no longer that careful to keep your voice down, spilling your secrets aloud.

“You know, Yam, I’m so tired of meeting with these men…” you whined to her, and she looked at you with a sigh. “What did they do this time?” she asked with curiosity, despite knowing it can’t be anything good. For once, you weren’t complaining about Sin.

“It’s just that… they always promise me such a great time together, but they never make me finish…”

Yam nodded her head in understanding. She was well aware, that there was only few men that knew how to do it properly. “I get you, girl. Unfortunately, all you can do is do it yourself.”

“But I don’t want to. I’m so tired of doing it alone, I need something in flesh!” She only sighed again.

After a moment of hesitation, propped by your tipsy state, you decided to tell her something even more intimate, contradicting your usual words. “You know… as much as I don’t like our king personally that much… he’d be good at that, wouldn’t he? I m-mean,” you stuttered a bit, shyly when he noticed her eyes widening in shock. “He just must be experienced with this many women, especially when they keep coming back to him…”

Yamuraiha wasn’t eager to talk about her king this way at all. Although, she understood your point. She cleared her throat, her voice uncomfortable and embarrassed as she spoke, “Well… I did hear some rumors, of him being good… But that’s all I will say, I don’t want to hear anything about his bed affairs!”

Her reaction embarrassed you further, but you felt some relief to get this off your chest. Because while you disliked Sinbad’s personality, besides respecting his work as a king, you could admit he was very attractive. Hence, sometimes when you touched yourself, your mind slipped into thoughts of him and his experience.

When you left the festival few hours later, you were unaware that during your conversation with Yamuraiha, the star of the topic heard your words. You weren’t exactly quiet or secretive with your words, so Sinbad just passing by the wall of the platform with your table on, was able to hear it.

And god, you had him fucked. He had to do double take to make sure you heard you right, and your words stirred the biggest arousal in his abdomen. You, a magician woman that kept rejecting him, were still into him. You had no idea how many times he imagined you in different situations with him, in his bed, under him, writhing and begging to be finally taken and corrupted by him.

Just your words enough got him so hard, he had to quickly excuse himself to his chambers, needing to stroke this frustration off. The more you rejected him, the more desperate you made him. Especially with your little outfit, enveloping your hips and chest so nicely. What he’d do or sell to grab them.

He kept thinking about you for entire night, fisting his cock, your words unlocking something only having you could ever satisfy. And he’ll gladly help you with your problem, sure and proud of his skill, ready to prove himself to you for once.

☆

You lived in unaware bliss for next few days, soon forgetting about your drunk rambling. But, Sinbad was quick to remind you. He found you outside, knowing your regular spot in the garden to your very displeasure. Seeing him approach, you prepared yourself mentally for any possible inconvenience he could bring you… little did you know yet.

“Ah, there you are,” he said with a smile, sitting down on the bench next to you. “Pleasant weather, isn’t it?” Sinbad seemed even more excited to see you than usual, though his stare felt more piercing too. You felt chills.

“Yes, it’s alright I guess…” you said calmly. “Do you need something, Lord Sinbad?”

“I think it’s you that needs something,” his voice came out teasing, a note lower.

Your heart was suddenly thundering against your chest. The implication felt so clear to you, but you weren’t sure if it’s your paranoia or him actually implying that he knew. That, few nights ago, he heard your words loud and clear.

Feeling speechless for a second, you opened your mouth. “What are you talking about, Lord Sinbad?” you asked, unable to hide your nervousness.

Sinbad put his hand on your shoulder, carefully first, testing the waters. “There’s no need to be afraid. You know what I mean. I heard your words that night—“ “You were spying on me?!” “You weren’t quiet at all. You’re lucky it was me that heard you.” That shut you up quickly, even if you felt uncomfortable by his knowledge still. You knew it wasn’t really his fault, of course, that is if he’s not lying.

“In any case,” Sinbad leaned closer to your face, enjoying your flustered look, but not pushing you yet. “I’m willing to lend a helping hand.”

Your eyes widened—did he just proposition you? You, and him, he wanted you to sleep with each other, just to let you finally have an orgasm of your dreams?

Your mind was screaming no, your body was saying yes. Or rather, even your mind was screaming at you to give in eventually. Yes, you didn’t like Sinbad, but in sex, not everything had to be personal.

“What… that’s so inappropriate to suggest…” you protested, albeit weakly, and the fact you weren’t trying to slap him for saying that was a good sign for Sinbad. You weren’t rejecting him yet.

“No more inappropriate than having these thoughts about me, don’t you think, my beautiful lady?” he teased lightly, knowing how much to push and when to withdraw, to make you take the deal. His hand finally landed on your cheek, before he leaned even closer to whisper into your ear. “I, Sinbad, king of Sindria, promise you a very fulfilling night with me, filled with nothing but pleasure.”

He leaned away, observing your reaction. Your breathing was heavier, your lips parted, and your eyes lingering between hesitation and hidden desires. It was really hard for you to deny yourself of him, and it was even harder for Sinbad to not get even more excited and hungry. He’d finally have you, and perhaps, many times after too.

“It’s not that simple… I don’t want some weird atmosphere between us, after it would happen…” you finally answered, leaning more and more towards accepting this ridiculous idea. If you could turn your relationship with Sinbad into more beneficial, if your needs can finally be fulfilled, it was just strings of logic holding you back. You were aware this wasn’t for free, that giving yourself to Sinbad wasn’t just to be helped, but also to let him have his fill too, that might be even bigger than yours.

“I wouldn’t treat you any differently than I do so far.” He grabbed your hand, spilling kisses from your knuckles, up the back of your hand and wrist. Every press was a pleasant tingle against your skin, spreading small waves of arousal into you. Sinbad was making you really desperate. “You have my word. And if you really end up hating what happened, I’ll never bother you again.” He knew you wouldn’t. It was written all over your body, that you were excited too, and once he lets you have this pleasure, he knew he’ll ruin other men for you.

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You really were doing this. And Sinbad was going to the fullest extent with this too. Instead of just throwing you on bed and ravishing you, he was making it to be a ritual to get you as desperate as possible, so that the release will be the most crushing one on your body.

A massage, a glass of wine to make you tipsy but never drunk, lingering touches as he talked to you, when you were seated on his bed.

Only then, he was onto you. But he was patient. Of course he’d be, needing to savor this moment of you finally giving himself to him. Laying you down on his bed, Sinbad was removing your tunic, leaving you in just your underwear. For a moment, the look in his eyes was nothing like a moment, showing his hunger for your body. Finally seeing you, your body, he needed to take a good look, and he wasn’t disappointed in any way. You were even more erotic than he thought you were in his fantasies.

His hands rested on your waist, slightly teasing the skin here, raising goosebumps. “You really are a beautiful woman…” he said akin to seriousness, for once not wanting to put playfulness in his words, as he was that focused on you. It made you feel vulnerable, in the sense of seeing him more honest than ever, not hiding his pleasure of seeing you like this.

Sinbad was soon pressing kisses across your neck, shoulders and breasts, his hands roaming the rest of your body under his. It felt maddening to finally touch you freely. With you finally creating little gasps and sighs for him, something he longed for to hear for so long, night after night of touching himself, he felt more confident to finally kiss you. How cruel you were, to have denied him of your lips this entire time. So soft and warm, so pliant, spilling whine as he nibbled on them, and a moan when his tongue went in.

Then he couldn’t control himself at all. As his tongue kissed yours harder, with an unmistakable skill, Sinbad was removing your bra. Just that annoyed you, reminding you how devious he was, but you quickly forgot when he fondled your breasts. He withdrew, looking at your swollen lips, then down onto your breasts, finally bare cushions for him. He enjoyed the sight a lot.

“Lord Sinbad…” you gasped out, when he latched himself onto your nipple, sucking on it with fervor. “No, it’s Sinbad,” he growled.

“S-Sinbad,” you gasped out. You really were like his lover at the moment, to have to call him by his first name, no “lord” to separate you from him like you’d want to.

Hearing his name on your lips, with desire and not anger, it went down to his dick. He wanted to bury himself inside of you so badly, to finally gain this forsaken knowledge of what it’s like to have you splitting on his cock, but unfortunately, he had to wait. Tonight, he’ll make you come on his mouth and fingers. That will leave you desperate enough to come to him the second time so it’s not the last time with you, until he can take you properly. Until you no longer can keep yourself away from him. It was much more fun this way, when he couldn’t have you all at once, as the affair and arousal was dragged out.

He was dressed fully and he’ll stay that way, no matter how much you could be eager for more today. He’d worship this moment.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear everything, gorgeous,” Sinbad encouraged, and at this point, you had no hesitation left. You were feeling too good, when he finally landed his hand on your clit through your panties and very soon later, under them. His lips kept jumping between your two, now hard, nipples, fondling your breast with the other hand, palming and squeezing, enjoying their weight in his grasp.

Sinbad’s two fingers rubbed your clit, while his mouth on your breast started to kiss down lower and lower, until he was getting close to the edge of his bed; and you started to believed him he’d take you to your edge too. Down the alley between your breasts, down your waist, your belly, and finally your mound.

Sinbad lowered himself on his knees on the floor in front of the footboard of his bed, and pulled you gently towards him by your hips. He then grabbed the edge of your underwear, wondering if he’d be able to steal it without you noticing, and removed them down your legs. His eyes darkened and he gulped when he saw the string connecting you to your panties for the moment.

You were breathing in anticipation. A man willing to please you so eagerly, rather than force you on your knees for him chasing just his pleasure and not yours… not that you’d mind returning the favor at this point, since it’d be a fair trade, but you were sure it’d wonderful with Sinbad too.

You were so happy to be finally eaten out properly.

Sinbad licked his lips as he was met with your sweet pussy, between your thighs where his head was. A slick was gathering up for him already, and he was eager for a taste. “So pretty for me like this… trust me when I say you’ll come back for more,” he teased, enjoying your defiant whine he got in response. “You’re not any better, Sinbad. I can only guess how much you want me after all these months.” Your words, truthful in their meaning, made him groan, as if reminding him of what he’ll finally have eventually. “You wouldn’t want to hear about the extents of this,” he warned, knowing how far his fantasies went.

With his eyes looking at your womanhood like a gourmet meal, Sin put your legs over his shoulders, ones squirming for him already, and kissed and bit on the inside of your thighs. You’ll probably kill him for this, but he was making sure to leave a hickey or two here, for you unable to notice it from your angle, something you’ll realize later. It’s not as if it was any visible spot, but it’d be a reminder for you enough. If only he could see your expression when this happens…

Up and up he got, his index finger circled on your clit in perfect pressure and strength, and his middle slipped inside your warm, tight heat. You were soft even from the inside, you desirable woman.

“Sinbad…” his name again. Lovely. “Please…” oh, and you were begging too, the most prideful woman he knew. He had to press his thighs tight to get some friction. “Yeah? What is this pretty lady “please”-ing for?” he teased you again against your thigh and bit harder, wanting to make you say what you wanted, that you needed him, no matter how hard it was to admit.

You had to swallow your pride if you wanted this. “Just… just use your silver tongue on me already, one that talks too much! I don’t care about anything at this moment, our conflict, you’re so good, you can do anything—“ he cut you off with a hungry attack on your pussy, as your words made him enough motivated and impatient. He was eating on your pussy like a meal, and you had to immediately grab onto his purple hair, taken aback by the sudden eagerness. You weren’t complaining though.

A moment of panic you felt anyway, thinking how much his hair must be worth as a king, you removed your hand, but Sinbad growled against your pussy. “No, put it back. You can tug on my hair all you want, I won’t care.” That’s how he’d know how much he’s making you feel so good, only him, a trophy of victory he stole from any other man.

And you had to. It was hard to hold back. Sinbad was furiously sucking on your clit and lapping at your juices, and his skilled fingers, not two, were stroking your insides, curving against a right spot. “Oh, god, Sinbad, what are you even doing to me…”

“No gods. Just me. I’ll make you feel this good every time, as long as you keep coming back.”

You probably will. No, now it was definite.

“You taste so good…” he groaned against your skin, slurping your sweetness. Your ambrosia was against his lips and nose, same nose that kept tickling your clit as well. He was so messy, and he didn’t care. The sounds of your arousal being slurped were so obnoxious, echoing against the walls of his bedroom, and he didn’t care either. He could never, fully swallowed by the fact he was having your pliant body with him, sounding and tasting so good, calling out for him.

You were trying to rip off his hair at this point, because the storms of pleasure he was putting you through were the greatest you’ve ever felt. “Oh, Sinbad, I will come back, just let me come—I’m so close!” Your legs across his shoulders tightened like a noose around his neck, and your head was twisted in uncomfortable angle, constantly being thrown back, as you couldn’t handle yourself from how good he made you feel.

Your words satisfied Sinbad greatly. He’ll gladly take you back, ruin you for himself, until all you can think about is the pleasure only he could bring.

“Then come for me. Come on,” he muttered against your wetness of pussy. “But only if you look at me.”

You did as he told, your pretty eyes meeting his golden eyes; ones that were drinking your expressions eagerly and burning them into his mind forever. Your widened pupils, your lips swollen from all the blood rushing through your body, gasping for air and him.

Few more licks, strokes against your g-spot and you were coming apart for Sinbad, your savior. “Sinbad!” you moaned and screamed out his name loudly, your legs shaking on him, threatening to close that he didn’t let you. Sinbad stopped only when you were wriggling away from overstimulation.

“That’s it… you were so good for me,” he praised, sitting down on his knees. He wiped his mouth and licked his lips, while he stroked your thigh to let you come down.

So many thoughts flowed through your mind as you were catching up with reality again. That you actually let Sinbad do this, that you were this insane, possible consequence of your choice… but also how much you wished for more.

Sinbad stood up, and helped you into a proper position on bed again, before drawing you into his arms under the blanket. With a teasing smile, he spoke to you softly. “See? You made a good decision.”

You groaned, but you let him hold you, and dress your sensitive body back slowly, with Sinbad stealing few more touches and looks.

He had a point, and you were curious of the future encounters, even if scared too. But… maybe Sinbad wasn’t that bad after all. He annoyed you all the time, but at the same time, he worshipped your body with some reverence you didn’t expect from him. Maybe real Sinbad came out only during those moments, creating a desire in you to want to make him come out again, and unravel his deepest secrets.

“I admit, you were really good. You definitely won against any man I slept with,” you admitted with resignation, sparking proudness, ego and possessiveness, all at once within his chest. To make it better, a pleasant small smile slipped onto your lips—one that Sinbad found particularly beautiful. He kissed your forehead, a not-so-innocent-smile appeared on his face later.

“I’m honored to hear that. Even more honored to hear more of your screams in the f-“ you put a hand over his mouth, that was still one unable to bite down a comment and fluster. “Just you wait, Sinbad. I’ll make you lose your mind too.”

PART 2

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Thinking of…lazy sex with Toji

Cw: fem! reader, slow and soft smut, fingering, fluffy, I wrote this in ten minutes

Not suitable for minors!

Toji coming home after his business was done, and wanting to do nothing but be lazy with his pretty wife. He throws himself at the couch, not even bothering to go and eat dinner waiting for him in the kitchen yet. A tv remote in his hand and bottle in other, feeling drowsy, yet he still feels something is missing.

That is you, naturally.

He wished to feel the curve and warmth of your body pressed to his side, maybe spilling pretty-as-his-wife noises for him too. So when he finally saw you leave your bedroom, smiling nicely for him when you saw your husband home, he did feel home.

“Come here, darling. Give your husband a kiss,” he said with a yawn, and patted a spot next to him on the sofa, not even sitting up. When you came closer, he pulled you down, wrapping his arms around you and messing up with your lips. He chuckled when you squirmed at the taste of beer on his tongue.

As you both watched some random show, nothing really worth any attention, you felt his hand lazily slip into your panties under your shorts. You let Toji play with your folds, your little pearl, and finally sink two of his thick fingers into you, dragging them back and forth and creating sticky mess, as he ground into you from behind. His pace was slow and gentle, matching his current temper, but he made sure to curve his fingers and hit all the right spots in your spongy walls.

It was his thumb on your clit, that finally shattered your gathered pleasure, giving you a pleasant, first orgasm of the day. It wasn’t a best one he could pull out of you, but it was simply perfect when you both were so relaxed. With Toji lying behind you, your head fell onto his shoulder in limp motion.

Toji turned off the television, before he, with no hurry, slid down both yours and his bottoms down, not fully removing them. He gathered his now hard and leaking precum cock, before stroking his tip between your glistening and slightly swollen pussy lips, making you shudder lightly in anticipation and pleasant stimulation. Toji finally pushed himself inside of you, still behind you, not even desperate to do it all at once, as he wanted to savior the feeling of gradually disappearing into your warmth and squeeze. The slow stretch, it anchored and made you melt into him, when he grabbed your hips with not really squeezing but just holding.

You slowly shook your hips back and forth, helping him with making you both feel good with small grinds as a starter meal, and Toji finally started to move when sheathed inside of you fully. His pace was unnerved, but he kept his thrusts deep, not letting you feel empty for more than necessary. You found yourself fixated in the trance of your husband’s movements, especially when he was so kind to plant gentle kisses on your nape and fondle your breasts carefully.

“Good girl…that’s my pretty wife…” Toji groaned into your ear, his hand now on your abdomen to press your tummy and make you feel him from inside better, making you mewl and moan for him like a music to his ears. “So warm and tight for your husband…”

A few more good, deep thrusts, and you were coming on him, making your pussy twitch around him. He didn’t have to wait much longer either, he couldn’t even when you were milking him so nicely with your grip and twitch, when he finally spilled inside of you with a content low moan.

Toji let you both calm down, rubbing your belly in rotation of laziness, before he was grabbing a nearest tissue from a coffee table to wipe you and dress you up. He was eager to simply have himself come back to be soaking in your heat and cuddling with you, before you both would fall into a nap like two, lazy cats.

Freaky Toji is nice but lazy husband Toji comes more naturally imo

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Hello, could I possibly request chubby Y/N x Jing Yuan, both sfw and nsfw? I really liked the ones you wrote for Mydei and Phainon. Have a nice day, and thank you!

ʚ♡ɞ JING YUAN WITH CHUBBY READER HCS

Hehe, I’m glad you enjoyed the other headcanons and thank you! Jing Yuan seems like a such a fitting character for these, so here you go. ❤️

[Mydei version] / [Phainon version]

cw: fem and chubby reader, smut, fluff, angst with comfort, possessiveness, rough sex, soft dom, breeding kink, manhandling, aftercare, praise. not suitable for minors.

SFW:

—When Jing Yuan had first met you, he felt as if he was struck with something powerful. You, walking around with that little fierce look in your eyes, accompanied by your beautiful chub that hit all the right spots in his mind. He hasn’t much time in his life to date, but he’s dated all kinds of people with different sizes he enjoyed all, and yours put him in a trance perhaps the most. No, it wasn’t just about the physical aspect of your body; he also found your shape to feel warm and welcoming, full of life. Approaching you for the first time has actually made him positively nervous, afraid of making a bad impression on you, especially when you looked so strong-willed.

—He’s very clingy with you. His love language was physical, not in a sexual sense, but as an affectionate need for closeness. He loved to put his hands under your shirt whenever he was accompanying you in some task; whether it was watching TV, sleeping or just snuggling — the warmth and comfort your soft body provided was immaculate.

—He loved feeding you. The need was coming from the fact that he wanted you to be sure that the amount of food you ate didn’t matter, putting your health above your insecurities and possible sense of shame or guilt that could make you starve— whether you felt that way or not. He’d be a very sad man if you were to believe you need to change yourself for him or others. Besides, he liked seeing you content. Providing and care was another of his love languages — who said he wasn’t a versatile man?

—The compliments you’re being offered were often so different each time you had to commend him for the creative. Jing Yuan would spill them out any moment of the day, catching you off guard when you were doing something non-related to the topic of you, before the fluster would get to you. Each was said in a voice that sounded as if he was in a very good mood, enhanced with a warm smile and occasional tease if he felt like sending your heart to a dizzy state. If you were particularly embarrassed, he’d kiss you with a chuckle between your lips, and soothe your emotions with a stroke of the cheek.

“Oh, I wonder whose beautiful woman this is. Oh, right, she’s mine.”

—Jing Yuan didn’t want to control anything about you, respecting your boundary, but if you’d let him, he’ll gladly dress you and pick clothes he thinks flatter you the most. He’d find you to look pretty in anything, but he felt as if he was worshipping when doing that.

—Taking naps together was a must in your relationship—he didn’t earn the title of The Dozing General for nothing. He’d hoard you very close to his body, enjoying the press of its softness and flesh; as prior mentioned, with his hands warming your body under your clothes. He’ll giggle if you flinch at his cold hands, only having more excuse to keep them here.

—If he feels especially playful during a day, he will suddenly lift you up and throw you over his shoulder to walk around the house like this, while feigning confusion at your protests to jester with you further—it’s just normal to carry you around—until you’re laughing yourself. The weight of your body didn’t matter if this man could manhandle a weapon weighing few tons, with one hand too.

He’ll gladly hear you praise his strength, acting all manly.

—You could come to him with any concern, and he’ll gladly listen and comfort you. But do not ever try to go to sleep without the issue being resolved first — no matter how sleep deprived both of you might be, he’ll get to the bottom of the problem first.

—He wouldn’t tell you this, being someone respectful, but he can be more possessive than you’d know. He’s also a very sly man when needed to be, so he’s skilled at chasing any admirers away before you’d even know of their existence. He also is a big believer he’s someone who can take care of you the most, and he’d do anything to keep you at his side.

NSFW:

—Listen, I can’t imagine him ever crossing any boundaries with you or not respecting your consent when it came to intimacy, but… he can be a very starved and somewhat perverse man. He wouldn’t go with extreme treatment in bed; however, he can be very horny when it came to you, and very keen on showing you how much he desires you. It goes to the point where he can end up being rather rough, with his thrusts being deep and powerful even if not always fast. The hands will wander everywhere, groping and squeezing at all the plumpness he could, while he’s spilling dirty praises and what he’d do to you straight to your ear.

—Nonetheless, Jing Yuan couldn’t let you get away without intimacy and softness in bed. Rough didn’t mean not intimate, filled with him gazing you in the eye, or keeping his forehead against yours to make the eye contact even deeper. He’ll hold your hand too.

Oftentimes, once you two blew off some steam and got out of the horniness of you, he’d go for another round to make you cum again; this time, with a slow and gentle pace, as if aftercare before the actual one. It was a moment where you both would reconnect after the heavy pounding.

—You could have guessed it, but he’ll manhandle you. And I mean in ways you wouldn’t think of — against every surface possible and bending your body as far it can go, if he’s not holding you up in the air. You’re a lightless force in his arms.

—His favorite position was actually a classic missionary, but revamped with him lying on top of you, in chase of feeling your chubby and warm body against his.

—If he had to point out your favorite part of the body, it’d be your thighs. It’s not just sleeping on them, it’s slipping his leaking cock between your thighs and rubbing it under your slit that made them even more lovable. Other time, he’ll grab onto them while he’s messing you up from the inside.

Do not, ever, but ever decide to wear thigh high socks; that is unless you want to have your current activity to be interrupted by him hurriedly carrying you to the bedroom with your body slung over his shoulder.

—How much he loved to breed you. First thing was leaving you full out of his seed dripping out of you, spreading over your plush mound, thigh and bottom, and marking the area as conquered. The reminder of him being here was making him a madman.

But… there’s another thing to consider — he liked to entertain the idea of your belly swelling even more with his child; once he retires and can focus on you and your future baby.

—Praises, praises, praises: “You’re taking me so well, darling”, “Deciding to let you rest was very difficult to me, you know”, “You’re so beautiful that I need to fuck you even harder, beloved”, “Such a good girl, telling me how she feels”, “Such soft body should be an offence I could go to prison for.”

—Marks are everywhere, especially in his favorite parts of your body. He’ll whine if you complain about leaving them in visible areas but ultimately will respect your word; however, let him do this and he’ll feel very proud when others notice. (The disgusted look on Fu Xuan’s face was most hilarious, and Yanqing as a child believed you both have bed bugs.)

—Aftercare is filled with strokes all over your body and a massage — you will definitely need it with how trembling your legs were. While he tries to not leave you sore, not wanting to ruin your day by you being forced to be feeling discomfort, sometimes it was inevitable no matter how much he could prep you for his size — that’s why he’d help you take a warm bath with soothing herbs in case you’re aching.

Despite being very energetic during the session, he’s still someone often sleepy, so once he’s done taking care of you, he’ll fall asleep right after. With that, you should make sure you got everything done, as you’re left trapped in his arms until the next morning.

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The CEO’s Hidden Flower: Part 2 (part 1)

The offices of Sukuna Enterprises thrived on efficiency, precision, and intimidation. Every employee knew their place, their role, and above all else, the iron-fisted authority of their CEO, Ryomen Sukuna.

No one slacked off. No one dared to waste time.

But today?

Work had come to a complete standstill.

It started the moment she walked through the glass doors again, the woman who had sent shockwaves through the company just months ago, stunning everyone with her warm demeanor, effortless beauty, and most shocking of all her identity as Sukuna’s wife.

But this time, she wasn’t alone.

“Hi again!” she greeted cheerfully, shifting the soft pink baby sling around her shoulders, adjusting the tiny bundle nestled against her chest. “I’m just dropping off my husband’s lunch. He forgot it this morning.”

The receptionist, who had barely survived the Great Muffin Incident of two months ago, nearly fell out of her chair.

“H-Hold on… wait… You already—? You had the baby!?”

She laughed, gently swaying on her feet as if soothing the sleeping infant. “I sure did! Two months ago, actually. She’s been keeping us very busy.”

The woman’s voice, warm and honey-sweet, carried through the office like a breeze, drawing attention immediately.

Heads turned.

People whispered.

The employees who had witnessed her first visit froze at their desks, their jaws going slack as they registered the tiny baby strapped securely against her.

One of the junior associates nearly dropped his coffee.

“Wait. Wait. Wait. That’s— That’s his—? He’s actually a dad?!”

“Holy shit, I thought we were still in the pregnancy arc!”

“I thought we had time!”

“She just—just casually walked in here with his baby like it’s nothing—”

More and more people abandoned their work, curiosity outweighing their fear of their terrifying boss. They inched closer, whispering in disbelief.

Finally, someone from HR, probably the most fearless among them stepped forward hesitantly.

“Oh my God… She’s already here?”

The new mother beamed and adjusted the baby sling, brushing a delicate hand over her daughter’s back. “Mhmm. She came a little early, but she’s happy and healthy.”

A woman from the finance department gasped dramatically. “So that’s why Sukuna took a leave of absence! I thought he was handling some shady underground business deal or something!”

Sukuna’s wife chuckled. “No shady deals this time. He was home with me and our baby.”

The entire floor processed that information at once.

Sukuna. Their Sukuna. The ruthless, cutthroat businessman. The terror of the corporate world.

Had taken paternity leave.

People were struggling.

One of the interns, a nervous young man, cleared his throat, staring at the sleeping infant in absolute awe. “U-Um… Would it be okay if we… got a peek at her?”

“Of course! Just be quiet. She’s sleeping,” she whispered as she carefully pulled back the fabric of the sling.

The moment they saw her, a wave of soft gasps filled the space.

The baby, tiny, peaceful, her little fists curled against her mother’s chest—had a full head of soft, rosy-pink hair.

Just like him.

“Yup. That’s his kid,” someone whispered in awe.

“She has his hair. Oh my God.”

“I— I never thought I’d say this, but I think I want to see Sukuna holding a baby now.”

The receptionist clutched her heart. “She’s so precious. What’s her name?”

The new mother smiled, running a finger over her daughter’s tiny fingers. “Her name is d/n.”

The group collectively melted.

“d/n,” one whispered, as if testing it out. “It suits her. It’s… delicate.”

“Unlike her father,” someone snorted.

The growing crowd around her had become so engrossed in the moment that they failed to notice a hazardous presence approaching.

“Why the hell is nobody working?”

The deep, thunderous voice sent chills through the air.

Like a spell had been broken, people scattered, employees darted back to their desks, some fumbled with their papers, and others tried to act like they hadn’t just been seconds away from cooing over a baby.

But his wife?

She simply brightened at the sight of him.

“Ryo!” she chirped happily, lifting the lunch bag in her hand. “I brought your food! You forgot it this morning.”

Sukuna’s sharp crimson eyes flickered to the bag, then back to her. His gaze softened, just a fraction, as he took in the sight of his wife holding their daughter.

A long sigh left him as he dragged a hand through his hair.

“Flower, you really shouldn’t be carrying her around like this. You just had her.”

She pouted, adjusting d/n's sling. “I’m fine! Besides, I wanted to get out of the house for a bit.”

“You could’ve sent a driver.”

She huffed, placing a hand on her hip. “And miss the chance to see you?”

He narrowed his eyes, but the twitch of his lips betrayed his amusement.

One of the braver employees coughed awkwardly. “Um, congratulations… sir?”

Sukuna barely spared him a glance. “Took you all long enough to figure it out.”

The employees collectively held their breath as their boss turned his attention back to his wife.

Then, in a move that should have been impossible, Sukuna, the merciless CEO, the demon of the corporate world, leaned down and kissed her forehead.

The office shattered.

Someone nearly fainted.

Another grabbed onto the nearest desk for support.

A senior associate actually whispered, “No fucking way.”

If the first visit had been a shock, this was earth-shattering.

Sukuna, completely unfazed by the chaos, exhaled and ran a hand down his wife’s back. “Come on. Let’s go to my office.”

She giggled, letting him lead her away, but not before turning back to the stunned employees. “It was nice seeing you all again! I’ll bring cookies next time!”

And just like that, they were gone.

What followed could only be described as pandemonium.

“HE KISSED HER.”

“He called her Flower......again!”

“Did you see the way he looked at the baby?”

“This man is whipped. He’s actually in love.”

For the entire week, nothing else mattered in the office. The legend of Mrs. Sukuna had only grown more, cementing her place as the most fascinating, most talked-about mystery in the company’s history.

And Sukuna?

He didn’t bother addressing the rumors.

Because at the end of the day, there was only one thing he cared about, his wife, his daughter, and making sure they had everything they ever wanted.

Even if it meant tolerating the absolute chaos she left in her wake.

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What people think I mean when I say I like white boys:

What I actually mean:

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I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

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“Oh my god, he’s so scary,” I say as I kick my feet up in the air and giggle like an idiot.

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BAROU HAIR DOWN🫵🏼🙇🏼‍♀️

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Barou starting a new relationship with a shy girl and how he would go about it

The literal personification of trying to mix oil with water

He was used to everyone looking at him in times of need on the field - he was the king after all - so he didn’t even notice how you would take a step back whenever it came time to ordering food, or any sort of public speaking and interactions.

He naturally took the lead, and you followed suit. Thanking the lord.

He honestly didn’t even notice how shy you were- he just kinda assumed you like hearing him talk. It wasn’t until he passed by an aisle of cute keychains and decided that he wanted to get you one when he realized… he kinda didn’t know anything about you.

I mean he did. He knew your name, your height…. The colour of your eyes…. And hair… and…

“So what do you do?” He asked bluntly as the two of you walked down a park, ice creams in hand. The one he ordered. “What?” “Hobbies? Sports? What do you do in your spare time?” He asked as he looked at you, determined to get an answer. “You know… the usual stuff-“ you awkwardly chuckle. “I don’t know actually.” He was a little shit about it.

But after literally interrogating you for an entire hour, he managed to squeeze out an answer from you. You were completely cornered by him, and you shyly tell him your hobbies. He looks dumbfounded, because to him those are completely normal and healthy hobbies for someone to have. He was starting to think you’re a grave robber by the way you were acting.

Knitting? He will get you the yarn, and parade a scarf you made for him and show all his teammates. Collecting something? He will always be on the lookout for what you like, even going as far as asking his teammates to be on the lookout as well. Video games? He will learn to play your favourite game with you. Cute farming sim? Silent hill? Niche indie game that only 3 people know about? You best bet he will ask for a 4 hour lore deep dive.

Very supportive.

Lwokey will get annoyed at your shyness at one point.

At first he thinks it’s cute, but he’s not the type of person to fully baby anyone, and will force you to order your own meal. He wants the best for you :(

Will say his order and look at you to say yours, watching you stumble on your words as you try to order some fries and a sprite. And will say he’s proud of you after. But doesn’t do it often because he can see the genuine terror in your eyes - only does it even it’s the two of you in line on a slow day.

Slowly learns to accept that you’re passionate in your own way. He’s loud and proud, whereas you like to keep to yourself. In a way he likes that you’re so open with him, that you let him see the stuff you don’t show other people. Thinks it’s adorable.

Will 100% try to make you more comfortable and less shy. You bought a new dress and don’t want to wear it, he will bluntly tell you it looks good and it would be a waste of money not to wear it.

Encourages your fashion choices. Polly pocket platform heels? He loves them. Bold lipstick? He will buy you earring that match. He quietly realized he liked seeing you happy. And you were happiest being yourself.

He’s not a big fan of grossly obvious PDA. Loves holding your hand or when you grab his bicep when you two walk together. You like it because it doesn’t draw unnecessary attention and he likes it cuz you’re always attached next to him and he doesn’t have to worry about actually loosing you. Plus he likes it when you grab his bicep.

Took forever to convince you to come to one of his games. You were too nervous to get into an arena with so many people - said you could come with a group of his teammates girlfriends - but you hated the idea of being with people you didn’t know.

He got really good at spotting you in the crowd. Didn’t matter where you were sitting, he just trained himself to see you. You were too shy to loudly cheer like everyone else, blending into the crowd due to that. But it didn’t matter.

In a weird way. He likes that hes the only one who gets to see you this happy, because hes the same with you. Slowly learning to take his guard down, be more open.

You’re learning to be confident while he’s learning to be trusting.