#♡— ranto writes

[amarantoestrella]

*+:｡.｡ VIDEO GAMES: HAYATO SUO x FEM READER｡.｡:+*

CWs and disclaimers: manipulation and power imbalance dynamics, inexperienced reader, alcohol mention, dubcon. Everyone mentioned is 18+. Minors do not interact.

Heaven is a place on Earth with you: The small clumsy flicks of your tongue against his bare skin sends devastating ripples of heat down Suo’s spine. That wasn’t supposed to be part of the game he’d made up, yet here you were ever so eager to add your own twist to his favorite passtime.

“Fuck, not like that.. ‘s too much. ‘Member we’re just playing until my sister gets back from the store because you said you were bored.”

Suo’s smile is aggravatingly diplomatic and completely mismatched to the rest of his disheveled demeanor as he fastens the buttons he’d taught you to undo with your tongue and teeth. His white shirt is littered with dampened patches, made dark from saliva where you’d taken too long to complete your objective. The antics he gets up to when his sister is out of sight get stranger and stranger, yet still you can’t decide whether you continue to play to appease your competitive spirit or because you like the fact that these secrets you share with your best friend’s older brother make you feel special.

“Why’d you stop me? I only had two left!”

You huff, more than a little indignant. The two buttons still safely tucked away in his trousers. Your brows furrow much to your own confusion because it’s not anger you feel— but something else much more desperate that you can’t quite place a finger on. It’s warm and a little dizzying, and though you usually don’t sweat much, your thighs seem to have found a new affinity for doing so, collecting a pool of sticky heat at your core.

“Did you want to win that bad?”

You did, and more importantly you’d hoped to see if Suo shared the same confusing feelings you had once you’d gotten him halfway undressed. Hana’s arrival puts those thoughts quickly to rest, if only for a while.

Hana’s room is a familiar comfort you’ve slept in countless times. You know the way she arranges her teddy bears and photo frames like the back of your hand, and yet tonight you can’t seem to let sleep take over. You venture out to the kitchen for an innocent glass of water, definitely not because you will pass Suo’s room on the way.

The door to his unlit room is wide open, almost as if he’s expecting you to pass by looking for him. The silly little thought is plucked right from your silly little head because of course he isn’t. Still, you linger in his doorway, listening to the rustling of sheets and heavy sighs that sound like anything but restful sleep.

The floorboards groan under your weight as you attempt to retreat and if Suo could be startled, you’d think the expression would be similar to the one he casts at you through his door frame. Fabric slides down his torso as he sits up in bed, his head cocking to one side.

“Can’t sleep?”

You mean to nod in agreement, instead your feet move further into the man’s room of their own volition. The predatory lilt to his voice is unmistakeable for as much as he attempts to honey it over as he pats the space in the bed next to him.

“I might have a game, a new one.”

—

The game he proposes is simple, much like the previous ones you’d played at together. They began in indirect kisses and stayed quite innocent until recent moths as you come to the realization that all of his games seemed to have been geared toward exploring one another’s bodies. Tonight feels as if he’s blurred all the lines and rules of his games to turn them into one big one, the undressing, kissing, touching.

Suo’s mouth is over your own swollen lips suckling up stray moans and sighs, his tongue wrestling yours down keeping you quieted enough as a second finger pumps into your all too inviting center. He tastes faintly of alcohol, but that’s not the only reason your head is spinning. Heavens, you’ve only managed two of the agreed upon five fingers and the stretch is already unbearable. That heat and wetness between your thighs increases in tenfolds, maybe even more as the man mutters praises and obscenities at the invitation your body extends to him. So soft and pliant, warm and ready, all for him and yet only his fingers have the pleasure of knowing the confines of your walls. He shudders at the thought of forgoing the foolish guise of entertainment he’d proposed, pinning your thighs down with his own and taking you the way he so fervently wants.

“Another?”

Your voice is need as his is sand and he complies.

“Another.”

Your breath catches like fire in your throat when another long digit pushes to the knuckle inside of you with an embarrassingly soundable squelch. His fingers curl, hitting a spot you hadn’t known existed and never would have if not for the blinding white pleasure it elicits, sending waves of tension that are quickly tamed into relaxation down your limbs. A miserable excuse for speech falls from your mouth in a whine that you don’t even recognize as your own.

“Suo, please.”

He’s never taken you for the greedy type, regardless he surely is and rewards you with double your request. The pad of his thumb is rough, slow circles winding your nerves like a wrist watch, enough to distract you from the new fullness pumping into your sopping cunt. Suo’s patience wanes with your sanity and the finger smoothes over your clit like a switch, faster with the aid of your slick. The friction sends you tumbling down, and you hold on for dear life, nails digging for purchase into the milky skin of his shoulders. If you’re spiraling then you’re bringing him down with you, and by the frenzied look he casts from beneath his heavily lashed eyelids, he’s already promised to follow after you.

The word “enough” holds no significance in this room. There is no sense of satiation when it comes to the way your bodies mold into one or the way your sweat and saliva mix with his into ambrosia. The head of his cock is heavy in your belly as his weight pushes you further into the comforter beneath you, your pussy clamping down on his every inch filling you more delectably than his fingers could ever hope to.

Suo takes you like a prisoner does his last meal, savoring every bite, holding out so that it never ends. His length drags and shoves at a pace meant to conquer and memorize. You hope that your body is as much of a solace as his is to you, that he feels the same numbing tingle of pleasure at the tips of each of his hairs as you do. It’s only when his hips stutter, quickening and crashing into your the rounds of your ass with several claps, his blunt head bullying your insides to claim the deepest parts of you like he’ll stop taking air into his lungs if he doesn’t, that you realize he does. The sheets are damp and soiled from where the fluid inside of your bodies had been too much to contain between you, still hot and trickling out of the mess of your womb, now Suo’s. The man that throws a protective arm over your chest is no longer your best friend’s older brother.

“Suo.”

His smile this time is uncharacteristically bashful. He’d never meant to lose the game he’d been playing against himself the moment his sister had brought you home.

“Chérie.”

[amarantoestrella]

Keisuke finds out that you can squirt and he’s never the same again.

You don’t understand at first that it’s not pee even though you’ve got this overwhelming urge to release that you fight against with all you can. He can see how you wince and dig your nails into his skin wherever your fingers can find something to grab onto. He notices the way your face scrunches up, tense and the freeze in your chest as you hold your breath.

And he hates it.

You’re beautiful, enough to make Baji ponder opening a church in worship of you. It’s maddening that you might be disgusted with yourself, and he finds himself at witts end when he’s between your legs lapping at your clit and the palms of your hands begin to shove him away. Why won’t you give this man what he wants? What he fucking needs?

He can see his own peeved reflection in your eyes as he lifts his chin so that you can read his lips when he tells–commands you to let go.

“Kay-kay please stop– can’t– gonna pee!”

“Mhm, go on and piss then baby. The sheets already wet.”

The words ring in your ears, until the wet, sticky sounds Baji fucking into you pound them out. The small circles his fingers trace along your clit become vertigo inducing, and then you are betrayed by your own body. Gosh you’ve never squeezed him this tight and your cunt is wet and warm and gushing and when his wet skin begins to stick to yours where you connect, he happily comes to the conclusion that you’re not pissing. You’re squirting, cumming harder than you ever have.

He can’t help but feel smug with himself as he kisses everything better, but Keisuke needs to get just one more out of you. Just one… please? For him?

[amarantoestrella]

Single dad! Togame rocking and cooing to his inconsolable babe thats a day shy of three months old. He’d never question how such a tireless stream of sobs and wails could come from someone so tiny again. After two months of this he knows it’s all but parlor games to the kid. She could go on for hours and he’s got the sunken in, weary, darkened under eyes to prove it. He looks a mess and by the way he scratches at the stubble on his chin, he knows it.

The countless appointments one must take a baby to doesn’t help either, baby girl had a busier calendar than him at just six weeks old. Jo’s exhausted and when the babe stirs to cry again in the waiting room he’s just about ready to lose his last frayed thread of sanity and join in. Fuck he could really use a cig right now— but not right right now, while he’s holding his heart and soul. Handing his daughter off to someone ain’t really an option, especially when there is no one. You really do need a village to raise a child and Togame can’t help but feel his daughter is missing the most integral member— a mother.

At least, that’s what Jo is thinking when you so kindly point out that he looks like he could use a break, desperately— you leave that part out, from across the parking lot. Your offer to hold the child catches him off guard. You want to help him out of the kindness of your own heart?

Jo must have really lost his mind, because he decides to trust you. Not entirely, but just enough to take a drag or three, eyes unmoving from the two of you as he lets out slow puffs of smoke in the opposite direction. He doesn’t miss how the babe looks happier than she has since she came into his life. There’s that guilty pang in his heart again. He brushes himself off and fans the air around himself before gingerly scooping his daughter from your arms. They’d been apart long enough, but by the sounds of the infant’s cries, maybe not.

“I’ll hold her a bit longer, if that’s okay. I really don’t mind.”

Your arms aren’t outstretched in offer long before baby girl is happily nestled into them again.

“Do you always offer to hold stranger’s babies?”

“Sure, when they look like they need it as much as you do.”

“Why?”

Your smile is bittersweet but bright nonetheless. “It’s just kind of what I do?”

You sway your hips in a way that’s rewarded with a sweet gurgle from Jo’s baby, practically entrancing her father in the same instant. “I needed a village, and so I made one. Every parent needs help here and there. Who better to help out than another parent?”

And that’s when Togame knows his train of thought was on the right track earlier. His daughter needs a mother, and he’s gotta get his shit together and make it happen, quick.

[amarantoestrella]

It hurts to think about Baby daddy! Draken. I don't know why you aren't together anymore and neither does he!

Life is dull and colorless without you and the kids. So much so that he always lingers awkwardly when dropping the kids off to you. Looks for little excuses to spend more time together and texts you right after he leaves to ask if you're really sure you all don't need anything else.

And he's always conveniently cooking too much food and bringing you the leftovers because he "doesn't want it to go to waste."

He'll see that you got new furniture and ask if he can build it for you. Buys the kids a playground for your backyard and builds that too. He also insists on paying for your security system because he hates the fact that you and his kids live alone in this big scary world.

Car problems? Somehow they are a rare occurrence (because he's always checking your oil, battery, and breaks without you noticing). But when they do happen of course you bring it to him because you know he won't try to scam you like every other mechanic in the city. Draken refuses to charge you too, saying that being a father means making sure his kids and their mom have a safe way to get around.

[amarantoestrella]

Thinking about how they say period sex creates a soul tie and now I’m not saying that it does but I will say that man won’t leave me alone.

Cw: period sex

Benkei is obsessed with you in general but also with fucking you when you’re on your period. It’s an obsession of unhealthy levels. He says it’s because it’s easier to fit himself inside of you, he doesn’t have to use protection, and it’s good for your cramps and you know he just wants to be helpful and make you feel good… but something weird and strange is going on.

Strange as in you’ve realized he tracks your cycle, and always seems to have a free schedule that week. Weird as in, the underwear you wash and hang in the bathroom go missing more often than not and never seem to show up.

Most peculiar is his reaction when you are a few days late and then those few days turn into weeks and he waits, pacing and stalking and wondering if maybe you just don’t want to tell him when you’re on your period anymore. Is it not enjoyable for you? Are you suddenly turned off by it? He can do better, Keizo knows he can.

But that’s not quite it. When you tell him that you’ve taken multiple pregnancy tests and been to the gynecologist he is in shock. How could you be if he’s only ever cum inside when you were on your— oh God.

His heart aches with relief, gone are the worries of possibilities of you leaving him. You’re having his baby now, you’d be with him forever now.

[amarantoestrella]

Oh to be in chains, hidden away in the back of farmer! Draken’s cabin as he answers the door for the mailman!

Cw: kidnapping, maybe Stockholm syndrome? Murderous ideation

He hates signed postage, but what can Ken do when you ask for your necessities and he’s already spent five fruitless attempts in and out of the stores, all too far away leaving you home alone unnecessarily long.

There’s one singular post man in town, if one could even call it a town. The properties are scattered so far apart from each other that the closest neighbors are barely within a ten minute drive. He is pleasant and clueless enough, Draken likes to think. That is of course, until you decide in desperation to scream out for help. You’re loud enough to be heard from the porch, a deafening silence befalling whatever excuse for small talk the two men had going back and forth.

Ken’s skin flushes red for a moment, anger boiling in his veins. Why the fuck would you do that? How could you try to leave him, again? His temper, however is not that of Mikey’s. No, he is able to bring his anger down to a simmer, puts a lid on it so he can think clearly.

Taking care of the postman will cause too much of a commotion, they know his route, he’d be tracked back to Ken too easily. So he smiles sheepishly, closing the front door behind him.

“Damn coyotes this time of year don’t seem to know when to quit their yappin! Better get on your way before they catch up to you.”

He’ll have to open a P.O box nearby… sometime after the “coyote attack” is aired on the radio news station.

[amarantoestrella]

Yuuji and Sukuna as brothers au is my favorite.

tw age gap and voyeurism and something similar to cucking but not really

Going over to Yuuji's house to play your favorite video games and pop to the bathroom here and there just to sneak into his big brother's room on the way.

Sukuna's room is loud, heavy metal blaring. It's dark too, the only light coming from his desktop screen. Smoke and his cologne assaulting your senses at the tiniest crack of the door. Just one little peek you tell yourself, there's no harm when he never notices right? When you're lucky you'll catch him with his shirt off, sweat pooling at the collar of his neck with hand down his pants stroking himself. Sometimes you even think you hear him grunting your name? But that's just silly because he would never.

Today you think that you're extremely lucky because the door is already wide open when you decide to sneak past. His usual music isn't blaring through the walls or vibrating against the floor though. In it's place there's a wet smacking sound you're not as familiar with.

When you peek in, Sukuna's not sitting in his computer chair. Instead he's in bed and there's a silhouette with longer hair and larger curves than yours pressed into his mattress. All you can do is watch and listen to the deafening sound Sukuna's hips make when they slam against the plump softness of her ass. Embarrassment creeps up the nape of your neck and into your ears. Of course he was never thinking about someone as inexperienced and naive as you.

You want so badly to rip your eyes away from the scene before you, but Sukuna's glare has your feet heavier than cement. His eyes bore into yours before scanning over your body and making it seem as if you were naked, not him. He thrusts into the other woman more frantic than before, announcing how close he is to cumming. And between the grunts and gasps you could swear you see him mouthing your name again.

[amarantoestrella]

A meet ugly! With Baji is the only meet I ever see with him.

I just can’t help but think maybe he’s screwing around with the guys, playing street soccer so there’s no rules except the ones they make up and you’re walking past and you catch a stray ball to the head.

Silence has never fallen a group of men faster than it has now, except Keisuke, high on adrenaline comes to the realization that he’s hit you much too slowly. But when he finally does, he crashes, and he’s at your feet in an instant. He personally never hits women and he feels just awful about it even if it was an accident.

Sure, maybe it’s awkward that this golden eyed stranger has you cradled in his arms treating you like you’re made of glass and apologizing profusely… but he’s kind of cute ain’t he?

[amarantoestrella]

Ken angst because I was listening to this song. :(

Cw: divorce, kind of paints Ken in a bad light if you can’t read this with grain of salt for the fact that it is fiction then don’t because I don’t want to hear it. Put your big girl panties on and decide this is not for you and move on.

You loved the idea that Ken loved you, and now that his love seems to have vanished so has yours. Were you always this shallow? Your love so cheap?

You like to think that you aren’t. That you’re just the victim of countless nights hearing the engine of his motorcycle rev to start up as soon as your head hit the pillow. Getting up to find the absence of his shoes and coat. Those nights were equally as ardent as they were numbing.

It didn’t matter where he was going or what he was doing at that point, cheating, gambling, or something completely innocent, and for months you’ll actually lie awake wishing he would cheat on you. That way you would find enough hate for him in you to finally leave.

You couldn’t hate a man for working too much, but when Draken was home he slept his life away and did nothing to make up for lost time. Too tired, you like to think, painfully so, of yourself. Long weeks built to excitement for his days off, only to be let down again. It was the fact that all he ever did was work and then slept at home and woke up in the middle of the night leaving you and his children uncared for and unprotected.

The man of your house had unofficially abandoned you.

You aren’t at fault here, you tried, begged him to change, stop pushing you out of his life, gave him ultimatums, held out for the kids even though you were miserable. You told him it wasn’t right that you no longer had anything in common, that you put down each other’s interests instead of finding one to enjoy together.

Sundays are no longer a special day for you, and it makes you bitter. His kids are growing up right in front of your eyes and he can’t see that. They constantly ask where he is, and it makes you hate him more each time. Not enough to leave, but enough to become miserable at the fact that you have to resort to keeping your picture perfect family afloat on your own.

Just one break would help so much, Ken has no idea how much goes into spending every one of your waking hours caring for everyone but yourself. Maybe even some recognition would have helped.

Thank you for being a good woman, I love you, I’m lucky to have you.

You don’t feel special anymore, especially when he stops celebrating birthdays and holidays. Your son’s last birthday was almost a mess. At least you had found time to get to the store for a small cake and decorations, but all Ken had done was sleep in and poke his head out of the room later in the day.

If it was only you that he didn’t love anymore, you could live with it. The kids would have a stable home, even though you yourself were no longer stable. But it seemed as if he would no longer cared enough to put in effort even for his kids.

Your heart breaks the most for them, when they cry as you try to talk to them about the new changes that are about to take place. Your separation hasn’t been mentioned but as small as they are they are quick to pick up on what you actually mean. You are the monster breaking your own family apart.

And when you stand in front of Ken, papers shoved pathetically in his general direction already feeling small, he’ll ask how you could do this to him and his children. You think the same to yourself.

How could you do this to me?

[amarantoestrella]

𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

—🍒 Ken Ryuguji

# Baby daddy!

# Farmer! Ken

— 🍒 Keisuke Baji

# Squirting

— 🍒 Keizo Arashi

# soul ties!

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

—🍒 Multiple Characters

# love in this club!

—🍒 Jo Togame

# Daddy needs a cig!

—🍒 Hayato Suo

# Video Games

𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧

— 🍒 Ryomen Sukuna

# Big brother

— 🍒 Yuuji Itadori

# best friend!

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 #♡— 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

[amarantoestrella]

Cw: cnc, cheating, monsters, it’s all blurry tbh but I put these in case

I don’t know anything about anything but I am an expert on one thing and that’s Werewolf! Ken Ryuguji. He’s in heat and he just can’t help that Alpha! Mikey’s mate is the closest fuckable thing he can find.

He would feel horrible about the situation if he were himself, truly. But he isn’t. He needs to breed, and he does just that no matter how much you whine and howl and beg him not to cum inside of you.

Ken might have listened or found reason if his knot were not yet already anchored inside of your pussy. It’s wetter and creamier than he would have imagined (not that he has) and so, so warm and inviting that he can’t help bottoming out.

Any protest is futile, you both know that he’s stuck until Ken can completely empty himself inside of you. The stretch is near unbearable, about twice the size of Mikey’s knot and you find Ken to have a stroke rhythm so frenzied that it gives you sea sickness on land.

You don’t hate what happened, but decide never speak of it again.

Draken tries to keep his distance after the incident. He avoids the accusatory look in your eyes as he consequently visits his best friend more often, unable to resist the urge to keep close when your belly starts to swell five months later. His gut twists with sense of duty to protect what is unofficially his. His heart hurting to be away from the piece of him that grows inside of you.

[amarantoestrella]

I firmly believe that the newly betrothed Grand Duke Kokonoi secretly has a wandering eye fond of the handmaiden who tends his bath chambers. He shouldn’t be misunderstood of course, he earnestly intends to be faithful to his arranged bride once married. But he can’t help himself from indulging in your soft caress as you lather his skin with expensive soaps and oils. He can’t help but disregard shame altogether as you clean his member as you’ve done hundreds of times before.

Surely if he’d instruct you to clean it with your mouth, you wouldn’t dare hesitate, your flat tongue lapping demurely: too inexperienced to continue without paining your jaw. Of course, this is only what he speculates as his wretched mind brings him to ponder more sinister thoughts. Ones where his tongue swathes the bud hidden in the petals of your sex. Or worse his fingers are wet with your sin, knuckle deep in the warmth of your walls. The sight of you writhing in this very tub with him, he knows, would be positively intoxicating. He wouldn’t dare dream of preforming full on coitus, for the Duke is not as debauched as to want to sully your purity when he knows he cannot shoulder the responsibility. If he had his way he’d leave you somewhat pure, just a taste so as not to harm anyone. Just a taste is all he’s convinced he needs.

It takes a sudden cool wetness to his back to bring the Grand Duke away from his preposterous thoughts— to realize that he’d grown an erection in your very hands and moving to wash elsewhere was but an abashed attempt to be inconspicuous lest you be reprimanded, or worse, for perverting a man of such noble status. Kokonoi knows he is already damned, for why else would he have such thoughts consume him enough to cause physical excitement? Subconsciously, or perhaps not the Duke’s palm envelopes his cock, languidly stroking as the other cursed hand grabs for your wrist. He’d need that taste in this very instant.

“My lady, I do not believe you have finished.”

Oh but you will, rest assured, several times.

[amarantoestrella]

Oh nothing. Just Gojo using his neutral limitless technique to teach you not to ware his patience this thin ever again and he knows just how. You've been hinting at wanting him to finish inside of you for weeks without correspondence from your boyfriend. But today? You'll get what you've been incessantly asking for.

Satoru's so fed up with the attitude you've been giving him all day that he just has at it, bending and squishing you into just the right position to see right where he enters you, right where he'll fill you up. Finally. He gives it his all, pulling out motions and positions that have you questioning where he even learned them, but it all feels so fucking good that it doesn't matter.

Gojo asks over and over where you want him to cum, he thinks the desperation in your voice is funny. He'll point to the wrong area, with an innocent "there? no? okay hurry and pick I'm gonna cum soon."

"Oh theeeere? Are you trying to get pregnant or something?" He'll laugh and say he's not ready for kids but that he's flattered. And after all that teasing he finally does finish right inside of you, making sure you've got a good view of the way his cock twitches and empties into you. You see how it oozes out of you making a mess down your legs

It's everything you wanted it to be and more... until it's not. You realize you can't actually feel what you're seeing.

[amarantoestrella]

Thinking ab meeting up with Rindou, the guy you gave your virginity to and came running to for every "you up?" at 2am text despite him constantly reminding you that he'd never be serious about you. About how angry you were with him for not reciprocating your feelings and how you'd tried to forget him in other men. Which you did for a while, had a whole marriage and children with a man who later showed he never knew the first thing about you. Then that marriage broke, and so did your resolve to not think about Rindou. About how he was your first and your best, and if you'd only realized how overrated titles and relationships were, you could have avoided real heartbreak. About how much you want to go back the the familiarity of his body and use him to satisfy your own personal fantasies the way he did with you all those years ago. It's not revenge, it's an understanding. You'd both get what you want from each other with no other strings attached.

[amarantoestrella]

VIRGIN KILLER WHO

👆🏻Das you

But yeaaaahh virgin killer! Rindou who has been around.. a bit to say the least. And it’s easy for him, until he happens upon reader who is annoyingly stubborn and uninterested. He however is interested, because he knows reader is untouched and an itch under his skin grows more and more ravenous as he thinks about being the one to not only convince you to give your purity to him, but to train you to take his cock in six ways til Sunday