#slutty asf

[softspiderling]

will never get over this picture. everyone just vibing and he’s over here posing like😭😭😭 why are you touching your titty like that sir? slutty

[resurrection-trait]

[laidback-thrills]

CULT AU! Jack Kennedy

Here's an outfit refresh for him!

[tenthsfreezeout]

sluttiest bruce springsteen album tournament, round 1 🎸

Born to Run (1975) vs Devils & Dust (2005)

She’s the One: “With her hands on her hips / Oh, and that smile on her lips / Because she knows that it kills me / With her soft French cream / Standing in that doorway like a dream”

🎸🎤🪗🎷🥁🎵🎹🎻

Reno: “She slipped me out of her mouth / "You're ready," she said / She took off her bra and panties, wet her finger, slipped it inside her / And crawled over me on the bed”

[wuhluhwuh100000]

i need my mouth to completely devour her pussy, i fucking crave it just the thought if how wet and sweet it would be i fucking ache for this woman holy fuck i need my fingers inside of her perfect pussy right now.

[missredbottom]

i think i’m gonna get crossfaded tonight ☺️

it would be such a shame for someone to take advantage of me 🥰

[chrissdollie]

the tiktok fandom makes me giggle

[iswateredible]

my drawings aren't cutting it rn but I can't get the image out of my head of a modern AU where Viggo dresses like a Victorian Goth, Dagur like an Industrial Goth and the gang is a mix of punk & y2k (they're animal rights activists)

[librosamarillos]

passed down like folk songs

chapter 16: a prayer

Maegor Targaryen x OC

Also on Ao3

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Tags: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, angst, mature themes, targaryen incest, violence, Maegor is a red flag himself, characters are ooc probably, MINORS DNI

Visenya was getting a headache. Even for her, things were getting overwhelming these days, with her correspondence to lords near the rebel areas to gather arms and support, then her nephew crumbling down as soon as the crown sat upon his head, and now her son was getting out of control. Part of her was glad he was going to war, to take out all his anger in a more productive way to their house, without killing off a former prince of Casterly Rock. She was making her way to Rowan’s chambers to talk about her decision. She did selfishly want her to stay, regardless of Maegor, because then she’d have someone who understood her in her grief and her frustration. 

It was a difficult decision to make, she didn’t blame her for taking a long time to think it all through, she was being realistic. It would be exhausting. It was exhausting for her to be around her own husband with Rhaenys around. It drained her entirely to hold her head up high and keep up appearances, despite everyone knowing the truth. The situation was not the same, but she had been in a position where she had to pretend to be fine, she could understand her. Perhaps even help her. 

Through the years she noticed that when Rowan was upset, she preferred to be alone to calm down. She’d hurt herself, picking at her nails, sometimes to the point where they were red and bloody. It wasn’t often, but she always knew when it happened. Maegor was the exact opposite, his anger was explosive, dangerous and violent. She recalled back to her own youth and her own explosive anger, knowing she somehow passed it onto her son. She wasn’t sure what to do yet, but she could not let him go on like this. 

It was almost funny how quickly the two had become friends as children, seeing as when they had first met, they were awkward around each other. They were both hurting back then, Rowan with the loss of her mother, Maegor with the realisation that he’d never have a father. Somehow they helped each other so much, it hurt her to see them both so miserable. She wondered if Aegon could see how miserable their son was, all because of his decision. Would he even care? When had he ever cared about their boy?

Before she could even knock, Rowan opened the door, surprised to see her standing there, but met her with a smile.

“Your grace! I was just about to come find you!” she was smiling brightly, clearly in a good mood.

“It’s good I came by then. May I come in?” Visenya shook away the thoughts of her husband, as she was hoping for good news.

“Of course! Please, come in.” Rowan opened the door further, heading in after her to pull out a chair for her to sit in.

“No need to be so formal here, I actually prefer when you aren’t.” she sat down, making herself comfortable as the young girl nodded and did the same. “Have you decided?”

At the question, Rowan nodded again, the smile not leaving her face, filling Visenya with hope for the first time in a while.

“I’ll do it. Even if things get difficult, I want to stay by your side. I want to help you.” she said, her expression determined.

Visenya let herself smile a relaxed smile. She felt relieved at her words. Rowan was always there, as much as she could’ve been as a young girl and to hear her make the choice to stand by her, now as a young woman, it brought her a great amount of both relief and joy. 

“I’m glad to hear you say that. I’ll assume your father already knows?” she didn’t need to ask, in truth, as the two were always on the same page.

“Of course, I’d never make a decision that big without him knowing.” Rowan said.

“I didn’t doubt it. I’m happy I’ll have you around.”

“I’m happy to have you around as well. I always miss you when I return home.” she admitted, twirling the ring on her index finger mindlessly. “What will my duties be?”

“Nothing you haven’t done before. You’ll be helping me around, as a scribe, a helper, you’ll understand once you get the hang of things. I have no doubt you’ll do great.” she explained, paying attention to Rowan’s slightly scratched fingers, choosing to not bring it up just yet.

“I’m flattered to hear you have such confidence in me, your grace. I will not let you down.” she smiled brightly once more.

Ceryse felt excited for the first time in forever, having a girlish smile spread across her face as she held the long awaited letter from her brother, Morgan. She knew her eldest brother would be busy with everything happening, but Morgan always made time to write to her. 

Dearest sister,

I hope this letter finds you well and in good health. Know that we all miss you terribly, especially I, because with whom shall I make fun of Martyn with?

Things are well here. You’ve received father’s letters, I assume, so you know he’s been well. He and Martyn are in full swing preparing Martyn to take over, just so he’s prepared. I think the King’s sudden death made him worry, I cannot blame him for it, but he has gotten quite grim. Our goodsister is doing well too, as well as little Norman is growing into a happy toddler, who misses you so much. He’s looking more and more like Anne every day, which is a good thing, since he did not inherit Martyn’s nose. There’s hope for the little one.

Our uncle’s health has been slowly declining, which may not surprise you, due to his age, but he insists he is alright. I’ve had to drag him out of the Starry Sept to the maesters to help with his cough, but he refuses to admit he is ill. I do think he will be well, but I do also think you should come visit all of us soon. 

Things with me are the same as always. If I keep it up, word has it I will become a commander soon. I do hope you’ll be proud of me once that comes to fruition! I’d hate to repeat myself and state the obvious, but I have missed you dearly, we all have. I would hope once things settle, and should your husband not be too busy, that he would allow you to visit your home and family, who love you so much. 

News of rebellion has reached you all, I am sure, but worry not. I assure you, as I am sure so has father, that we are more than safe in Oldtown. It’s you we worry about, in that slum of a city. Are you well? Healthy? I hope at least you’ve made friends there and aren’t going through it alone. I hope to see you soon, dear sister.

Your favourite brother,

Morgan.

Ceryse’s smile was a saddened one. Morgan’s words made her heart hurt, hearing of her family missing her as she had missed her, how her little nephew was growing healthy, how she missed her goodsister, her brothers, her father, even her uncle, who was the one who was responsible for her being so far away. She worried for Morgan. Should the rebellions become more serious, he would be expected to fight, and the idea of that was enough to make her shake with worry. The idea of anyone in her family being harmed in battle would reduce her to tears.

She could not say the same about her husband, as the idea of him being harmed did not phase her. She had hoped after a year of marriage that she could at least call herself his friend, but that was not their case. She barely knew anything about him that was not common knowledge in court. He still scared her, but he also infuriated her. He barely spoke to her, scowled when he was in her vicinity, yet visited her nightly to perform their duty. She was no lovesick fool, she never expected a love story in her marriage, but she had at least hoped for someone she could hold a conversation with. 

And his little tantrum the other night had solidified that he’d never hold up as the man she’d hoped for. He was a fucking child, angry that things did not happen the way he wanted and took it out on people around him. Did he not think she was angry to be stuck with him? To be stuck with this moody, dangerous man for the rest of her days? She would not be praying for his safe return in the sept, of that she was sure. She knew he would not allow her to visit Oldtown, not when she hadn’t given him what he wanted.

She hated it, but his words did sting her. She was seven and twenty, most women by her age already had two or three children already. So what was wrong with her? Motherhood was something that was expected of her, ever since she could remember, it wasn’t something she was looking forward to, rather something that she feared. How many women had she heard of that died on the childbed, or went through a horrific birth that affected them for the rest of their lives? Perhaps the idea of being safe from such a fate should bring her relief, but a bigger part of her was saddened and eager to have a little one of her own. Her little nephew Norman was such a darling, being around him filled her with such joy. Having her own child would get her annoying husband off her back, but also bring her happiness in this miserable castle. 

Lana would eventually marry, she was of age and absolutely beautiful, and Rowan’s days will be filled with whatever her goodmother forced her to do, before she eventually married as well, meaning both of her friends would be gone, leaving her alone. She hoped the Dowager Queen would keep her friend around, so she’d have her near for longer. Ceryse supposed she should feel jealous that her friend was chosen by the former Queen, but in all honesty, she found her so unpleasant to be around, she did not envy Rowan at all. She was someone who made friends easily and was pleasant to be around, she did not doubt she’d last longer than the previous ladies that got dismissed at the first error. Perhaps Lana could secure a position in court as well, so that all three of them could remain close.

She took a piece of parchment and her quill, to write back to her brother. She wrote of her news, what she knew of the King’s plans, how the city was, how she was spending her days, the newest book she had been reading, but she did not mention her husband. What would she write about him anyway? Yes, he’s still insufferable and I hate to be around him, but the sex is okay because at least she didn’t have to look at him during the act? She couldn’t say such things, not to anyone, he’d have her tongue cut out. She just wrote he’d be leading the battle in the Vale soon and left it at that.  No one but her father and uncle had asked her about potential pregnancies in their letters, but her brothers understood that she’d tell them should she have news, which made her even more grateful that Morgan did not mention it at all, so she did not write of her worries. Her brothers knew her well.

The days passed by quickly and Rowan was enjoying the routine. She would break her fast with Visenya, then help her arrange and send out letters to lords for their support. She was truly the one in charge instead of the King. Ruling suited her so well, like she was born to command a room. Rowan did not know many women in history that got to claim such a title. She would always accompany her when she met with Aenys, who seemed to remember her a bit from their very brief encounters in their youth. Sometimes, Maegor would be there, and she feared she would forget to breathe, so she only focused on writing down all that the Dowager Queen told her to. 

Visenya was very much still grieving. Rowan wasn’t sure if the former Queen knew that, but it was clear to her. The way she’d linger in certain spots of her chambers and solar, where Rowan would picture she would spend most time with her late husband. The chair he would sit at was always empty, reserved for him alone, certain items she was told not to move at all, so they stayed as he left them, the two books on her nightstand. One she could see was of herbs, something she and the Queen would talk about when she was a girl, to help teach her Valyrian. The other book, she could not make out the title, as only the worn out spine was visible from beneath the other. It must be something personal and sentimental, for as complicated and hurtful as he was, Visenya loved Aegon. But if Rowan was honest with herself, she wanted to throw those books in his face for crushing her all these years. She tried to brighten the rooms up with flowers, by letting the light and fresh air in. It seemed to work, for the most part, but perhaps company was what Visenya needed.

The day of Maegor’s leave was fast approaching and she grew even more nervous than ever. He’d be so far away, in battle, not training or sparring, true battle that could get him truly hurt. Rowan was still angry at what he said to Ceryse, trying to understand why in the world he’d say such a horrible thing. They hadn’t had any time to talk in private, for they were both busy with everything happening around them. She had hoped to see him, at least before he left, because no matter how angry she was, she could never set aside her love for him. She had stayed up late for a few days to carve out a small wooden sword, a pin, a prayer to the Warrior for protection. She just wished to give it to him.

She carried it in her pocket everywhere she went, should the chance present itself. It was stressful and it felt wrong, to wish so badly to be around him in such secrecy, despite them not doing anything ‘wrong’. But it was all wrong. How would she feel if her own husband had done this with someone else? Would she not be crushed completely? She kept telling herself she only wanted to wish her friend well in battle. 

She had just delivered the last batch of the Dowager Queen’s letters to the maester to send with the ravens, and now all that was left was to tidy up the solar. Visenya was meeting with her nephew, surely to scold him on something, so Rowan took her time to walk back. She passed through the training grounds and could hear from a distance, an all too familiar booming voice, yelling at the knights, about their stance and forms. She hesitated for a moment, but she went ahead a bit closer to the balcony, since it was getting a bit dark and it was quite empty. It wouldn’t be too bad to be seen here, would it? Surely most people would be curious about the knights training, right?

She quietly stood by the side of a pole, hiding slightly from view. But that did not stop Maegor’s eyes from finding her right away, as if he was waiting on high alert to spot an intruder. Rowan’s eyes went wide, ashamed that he had seen her so easily, but his eyes did not linger on her for long. He kept commanding knights to attack him with all their strength, then he fought them off like a wild beast. She was worried, as he was not wearing any proper fighting gear to protect him, just a white shirt that was soaked with sweat, clinging onto his torso and arms. She felt like a complete pervert with how hot her face felt, playing nervously with the cuff of her sleeve.

She stood there, frozen on the spot, unable to move, or tear away her eyes from him, with how animalistic his moves were, or the dangerous, hungry look in his eyes. She should leave, she really should. She took a deep breath and turned to leave, wanting to slap herself for even coming here. She all but ran back to Visenya’s solar and to her relief, she was alone. Rowan took a seat and buried her face in her hands in shame. Gods be good, just looking at him like that gave her goosebumps, it made her tingle in a way she was ashamed of. If she were in front of a mirror, she was sure to be red as a tomato. 

She shook her head in absolute shame at the thoughts of him, she couldn’t allow herself to imagine things so… filthy. She busied herself with tidying up the mess that was the solar after a busy day of meetings and work. 

Unaware of how many hours had passed, she did not expect to see him at the door, expecting his mother to be there instead. Maegor stood tall, closing the door behind him, his face wearing a proud smile as he approached her. He had bathed and changed, now smelling of lavender. When Rowan did not return the smile, Maegor frowned.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked, brows furrowed, eyes confused.

“I am.” she remembered how to breathe, meeting his eyes. “How could you say such a thing to Ceryse?” she asked him, her voice soft as always.

At the mention of his wife’s name, Maegor’s frown deepened.

“Why are you upset over her?” he asked her, voice suspicious.

“I’m not upset over her, it’s not her that’s acting so out of turn, it’s you I’m upset over. I never imagined you saying such a thing to anyone, let alone your own wife!” she countered.

“My… wife.” he said, as if he were hesitant to call her that. “You two have really gotten close.” he sounded like he was accusing her of some crime.

“She’s my friend, of course we’re close. I care about her, so of course I’m angry when her husband is being such a jerk to her!” Rowan was getting angrier.

“You think I’m a jerk for expecting what every husband expects of his wife?” he asked her, no, challenged her.

“Not every husband speaks to his wife so cruelly. I’d be crushed if my own husband spoke to me in such a way.” It was low, but he had never angered her so.

Maegor’s words were lost in his throat when he heard her. He opened his mouth to speak, but chose against it, as if not trusting what he was going to say. He was silent for a moment, looking away from her in shame.

“I was… frustrated.” he finally admitted to her in shame.

“And so it’s fine for you to speak to her like that?” she asked him, eyes baring into his handsome face.

“I’ll make it up to her. But you seem more fond of her than you are of me.” Maegor’s voice went from a shamed one, to a suspicious one.

“That feels like an accusation. Should I not care for my friend?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“And am I not your dearest friend?” he asked softly. “Because you are mine.” 

“Of course you are.” that, and so much more. “I care about you the most. Which is why I cannot watch you act in such an unbecoming way. I do not understand why you’re in such a hurry, it’s only been a year. You’re better than this.”

“Forgive me… I cannot bear to leave while you’re angry with me.” he walked closer to her, grabbing hold of both her hands, eyes pleading.

“It’s not me you need to apologise to.” she frowned at how much she craved his touch.

“I’ll apologise, I promise.” he squeezed her hands in assurance.

They stayed silent for a while, relishing in the warmth of getting to hold each other’s hands. She silently studied his hands, large and calloused, the skin rough from all his years training with the sword. Some cuts were fresh, but they were tiny, noticeable only if one stepped so close to look. She couldn’t help it, she traced around them ever so gently, praying that this was the only damage he’d have on him when he returned. Maegor seemed to relish in the attention she was giving him, but that did not stop him from noticing the reddened skin on her fingertips. He said nothing, only softly touching them, his eyes now on her face. She turned upward to meet his gaze and slightly shook her head.

“I… I was just stressed. With the battle coming up, I just… I worry.” she admitted. “Look, I know you think it’s silly, but I’m nervous about you going away. I made you this.” she said softly, reaching in her pocket to reveal to him the small wooden sword pin. “It’s to keep you safe. I know you find things of the faith silly, but-”

He took it from her hands and brought it to his lips for a kiss. He studied it closely, admiration on his face when he noticed the small details she carved into it.

“Thank you. I shall guard it carefully.” he smiled.

“It’s supposed to be worn beneath your armour. It’s like a prayer to the Warrior, to keep you safe, grant you strength and courage to return home safely.” to return to me.

“Will you show me where?” he asked boldly, eyes on hers.

“There’s no specific place, you can pin it wherever it’s most comfortable, as long as it doesn’t bother you, or get in your way.” she suddenly felt shy.

“I’ll wear it wherever you tell me to.” he said, placing the pin in her hands, looking at her expectantly, standing tall for her to place it somewhere.

Rowan looked up at his eyes and they held the softest expression she had ever seen on his harsh features. She just wanted to leap into his arms and beg him to stay safe, to stay alive, but she didn’t. She thought for a moment, and carefully placed the pin over his heart. Before she could move away, he placed his hands over hers, looking at her with such longing. She could swear she could feel her heart in her ears, her face impossibly warm.

“I don’t want you to worry about me. I’ll crush them all and return to you before you know it.”

“Maegor…” she wanted to scold him for speaking this way, as if he didn’t make her heart flutter and tremble.

“Do you not think I can? You’ve seen me train, have I given you reason to doubt me?” he asked, a smile creeping onto his face.

“I- no, but, you cannot know for certain… not with battle…” she trailed.

“You seemed to quite enjoy watching me…” he whispered, knowing very well what he was doing to her. How cruel of him.

“Maegor…” she shook her head and pulled away her hands. “That was inappropriate, I shouldn’t have been there..”

“Inappropriate… yes.” he repeated, but did not believe it.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologise, I did it on purpose.” he admitted.

“On purpose?” she asked, confused.

“To show you, you have nothing to fear. I’ll be safe. Nobody can touch me. You will not mourn me, Rowan. Plus, I have Balerion with me. Let’s see if those fools can fight him off.” he grinned, assuring her even more.

“Still, please be safe and careful.” she begged.

He smiles.

“Of course.”

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[matthewmoorwood]

They really did have a whole episode where Quark got seduced by a twink-

also love how Jaidza was like "oh yeah ur in love with quark huh." And then being shocked when the femboy admitted to being a woman skskfksllsf

[arminsumi]

cws; smut, rough s*x, mentions sq**rting, milkman cliché, namecalling, sum back scratching, this is goofy asf LOL 🐥

Milkman!Gojo who doesn't just 'dick you down'; he fucks you into the 4th dimension. His strokes are actually insane. You can't keep up with him and he's laughing about it because up until now it's been you who's the horniest — the lonely single hottie flirting obnoxiously with the way too fuckable milkman. Shit, it was you who begged him to fuck you dumb in the first place. He's jus' delivering! One second he's giving you milk and the next he's stripping his uniform off and letting his cock spring out to give you... well, more milk?!

Locking you into the nastiest mating press you've ever endured, milkman!Gojo's slamming into your sensitive pussy so hard and fast at the perfect angle that you're actually scared of your orgasm — how he works it out of you with such violent thrusts that you hiccough and feel like you're about to cry. He just gives it to you without mercy, no breaks no bullshit he is dicking you the fuck downnn

"Holy shit! Nng! Fuck! Don't you fucking stop!" you squeal, clawing desperately at his back and leaving raw red lines, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Ahhh ummm I'm gonna c-cum?! Nnn!! I'm gonna cum... I'm cumming on your cock... I... um... shit, I-I'm ahh cumming...!"

His dick has you stressing out — like actually. Your pussy's under pressure like she's taking a big dick exam. Each inch he packs into your spasming cunt is changing your world perspective. Did you squirt? You can't tell. But you came without touching your clit for like, the first time, which is insane to you. His cum is pumping into you and he's shuddering, calling you a slutty bitch or whatever other foul names — with affection, you know, he's a charming guy. And he's left you with a charming creampie to ooze out your abused cunt.

He's stifling laughter once he's done filling you up with his milk, sliding his cock out with a nasty squelchy pop! and he's asking if you're okay after literally ruining you; you can't move a single muscle, you can only "bask" in the afterglow which feels more like an aftershock because that orgasm was some high-level earthquake shit.

"What the fuck... I need t-t-to lay here and think about life for a bit..."

He's howling with laughter, "Damn, did I fuck your brains out or what?"

"Nah, shut up with ya bullshit — your dick is insane, no wonder you can't keep a girlfriend. Like, there's dicking down and then there's whatever that was — plowing me into the fourth fucking dimension... don't laugh!"

So now after that, you call your milkman up whenever you need "insane 4th dimension dicking down" and he snickers, ready to deliver — knocking at your door and waiting to cum inside.

[madamechrissy]

Well, are you mine?

Pairings: Sukuna x fem reader

Summary- You're Yuuji Itadori's best friend since forever, and his older brother Sukuna is a grade A ass to you. After a nasty breakup with your ex, you text Yuuji who's out for the night, he gives you the go ahead to stay at his place. But it's only Sukuna there, and he is oddly comforting? You've had it bad for him forever, but little do you know, so has he, even if he doesn't show it, because Sukuna thinks Yuuji loves you (ahem, he's WAY wrong) Porn w/feelings, best friend's brother trope, Duo POVS

CW- Modern Sukuna, he's a gamer and tsundere af lol, this is SMUTTY asf, loss of virginity (don't mention much abt it aside from reader is one) Sukuna is ROUGH lol, oral sex (m and f recieving) overstimulation, dirty talk, Sukuna calls reader brat and slutty, lowkey breed kink, possessiveness, marathon sex lol. Sukuna is BAD AT FEELINGS lmaooo, but he whimpers? Reader- 20, Sukuna 25- 6.4k WC!

Comments/reblogs appreciated if you enjoy this one!

You’re walking out in that pathetic excuse for a tank top and the most revealing shorts that morning when Sukuna sees you, peeking up from his monitor, proceeding to get sniped like some damn noob when he sees your nipples perk up through the material. He curses loudly, slamming off his headset then, you look at him in surprise, lips parted just so.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, he glares at you then, standing up as he takes you in, irritated you have such an effect.

���What are you doing here? Yuuji isn’t even home until tonight.” He says with a glare, ruby eyes glinting, you tense just a bit, Sukuna is tall and intimidating, and constantly an asshole.

“He said it was fine, here’s the text.” You swipe up on your phone, he snorts as he looks at it.

“You have a teddy bear case? Stupid.” Your eyes narrow in irritation when he picks up the phone, scoffing as he sees the texts. “God. What a simp you’re making him.”

“What now? Am not even! He’s my best friend, not that you’d understand, you don’t even have any. You’re such an ass.” You snatch your phone back from him, earning his scowl.

“You’re an annoying brat, y’know that? If Yuuji didn’t simp so badly I wouldn’t have to deal with you.”

“Whatever! Ugh.”

“Why’d you need to come here anyway? Boyfriend piss you off?” You sigh, crossing your arms, just pressing your breasts up more for his view.

“He cheated on me.” Sukuna pauses then, hearing the hurt in your voice, seeing it on your pretty face, annoyingly pretty face.

“Shit.” Is all he manages, and you sigh, looking at him then, emotions in the back of your throat.

“That was mean of me to say, that you have no friends. I know you do… I’m sorry I said it.” His mouth opens, then closes, his brows lowering.

“You’re always bitchy to me, it doesn’t surprise me.”

“And you’re always an ass to me.”

“Tch, I’m not gonna fawn over you like your little best friend does, if that’s what you mean.”

“No, every time I stay or hang out you tell me you can’t wait for me to leave, or are just mean as shit.” Sukuna rolls his eyes, looking up at the ceiling then, it’s true he is mean to you constantly.

Every time you stay, he’s picking on you or making snide remarks, to the point he’s made you cry sometimes, and then felt like shit. Nothing was worse than seeing you cry, but he didn’t know what else to do, because you’re haunting his every dream, even last night he was stroking his cock to a stupid Instagram picture of you.

The thing is, Sukuna wants you, and wants you badly, so much it makes him pathetic, his little brother’s best friend, who Sukuna knows has had some stupid crush on since forever. Sukuna’s only five years older than you, but twenty just seems too young, you seem too inexperienced, too innocent and sweet, the last thing you needed was him around you.

And he knew you had some little crush on him, most of knowing him, you used to literally make doe eyes at him, he found it sort of cute at first, but now you’re a whole woman, walking around in nothing half the time. He was happy you got a boyfriend, despite the odd clench in his chest from hearing it, only because he wouldn’t have to see you as much.

So, the best course of action?

Make you hate him, and he thinks it’s worked, you don’t make doe eyes, you’re not fawning over him, or pathetically trying to flirt. No, you’re just as mean to him as he is to you now, god and you scowling and flipping him off? That turns him on more than fucking anything, unfortunately.

“Fuck him.” Sukuna says, and you’re shocked for a moment, as you stare up at the guy you’ve had it bad for since you can remember, Yuuji’s older brother, you thought he was so cool, you were always coming over more and more to see him.

Yuuji was the best friend in the world, so it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy hanging out with him, it’s just your mind kept wandering, Sukuna was always a grump, but something shifted in the past couple of years, especially this year. He was downright mean and nasty to you, making jokes, pinching on you, ruffling your hair, rolling his eyes whenever you were near.

If his goal was to make you hate him, you don't, you just really can't stand him. Can't stand seeing him shirtless seeing the tattoos around his biceps, down his strong chest, hate seeing his stupid abs that have abs!?! Why does he have to be such an attractive ass, you don't know, but your crush hasn't gone away.

It's worse.

Last night you'd seen Sukuna was here when you'd used the key Yuuji let you have, he was crashed out on the couch sprawled out, movie ended, you'd covered him with a blanket and given him a pillow. In his sleep he almost looked sweet, you thought, having slept in the guest room, he'd swirled in your mind, your boyfriend having cheated hurt, but thankfully you hadn't taken that step with him…

No, you stupidly still wanted Sukuna as your first.

As if that would happen, he hates you so much clearly, and you have seen the girls he brought over, older and more experienced, more confident and worldly. You weren't there yet, especially when the man you're wanting doesn't see you as anything but a little brat.

“Sukuna, are you comforting me?” Sukuna scoffs.

“Of course I'm not, but also… he's a fucking idiot. You don't deserve someone who does that shit.” You blink back tears then, stepping to him, hugging him.

Sukuna freezes, as he inhales that scent, something floral and irritatingly delicious, your soft breasts pressing against his chest, your nipples taut under the tank top. You're tiptoeing, holding him around his chest, he grimaces, wanting to pick you up and drag you to his room, but he shoves at you.

“Annoying brat, off me god.” You shake your head, snuggling closer, when he realizes you're crying. It annoys him how you wrench his heart when you look up, tears falling out of your stupidly pretty eyes.

Did you have to affect him this way?

“Thank you, Kuna.”

“Don't call me that, ugh.” He places his huge hands at your waist to shove you off, but you gasp at it, taking over your waist, burning your skin then. He falters, his breath coming faster as he holds you there, just a little off of him, eyes going to your lips, tempting him to no end. “Stupid nickname.” He grumbles.

“I… you used to not mind it. What happened to make you hate me so much?” You whisper, hands slipping up his chest, so much revealed in the soft white shirt he's wearing, you feel his heart thudding under your hand.

“Don't hate you, just you're annoying.”

“How?”

“Just being here.”

“So I annoy you just existing?”

“Yes.” He speaks through clenched teeth, when you lean back, and he views your body. “Why do you fucking dress like that!?”

“It's comfy. What do you care, Kuna?”

“Stop it with the stupid nickname. Your… your body annoys me.” He is whispering now, hands slipping down your hips, you let this little sound out from the back of your throat that destroys him then.

“My body, what not your type? Don't wanna see it?”

“You're so fucking stupid.”

“How can a body piss you off? Ah!” Sukuna had you picked up now right on the kitchen counter, your breaths come in pants at getting handled like this, his big hands on your thighs, his eyes boring into you.

“All I can think about is all the ways I wanna fucking ruin you for any stupid boy you'll ever meet.” Your heart thuds in your chest, blinking rapidly as if you're in a fucking dream.

“Wh-what?” He moans softly, rough pads of his fingers slipping up your thighs, watching the goosebumps rise everywhere.

“Thinking how good your little pussy tastes, how pretty your tits must be, how your face would look fucked out.” You're moaning out loud when he finds you then, lips hovering just an inch from yours, he moans when he finds your slick cunt dripping, he laughs then, softly. “That wet for me? Haven't even done shit.”

“Shut up and touch me, please, Sukuna.” The way that his name sounds from your lips? Your eyes dilating? Your wet cunt on his fingers? His cock starts throbbing from touching you, watching your face when he shoves a finger in your hole, you grip him like a vise.

“Anyone ever made you cum? Any of your dumb boys?” You grip his wrist when his fingers curl in your gummy walls, finding that spot instantly and pressing on it, making you gasp as you gush down his fingers. “Fuck you're wet, why are you so stupid tight, fuckin feel you…”

“Don't know… I… Kuna, m’a v-virgin, ngh!” He yanks away then, panic on his face. “Don't stop, please.”

“A virgin, how the fuck?” You whine out as he backs off, sucking you off his fingers, his cheeks moaning, those crimson eyes dilated, the hottest thing you have ever seen. “Why do you taste so good? God I can’t stand you.”

“Kuna, please… just…”

“No, I won’t do that, I sure the fuck won’t take that. How are you even…”

“I’ve been waiting.” You murmur, earning his brows raised, barring you on either side with his strong arms, leaning close.

“You what now?”

“For you, stupid.” Sukuna cups your face with one hand, hot as your overheated cheek, so close your breaths mingle.

“No way, I’m not doing that, it’s bad enough I even touched you, now you’ll be all I can think about, annoying little brat ruining me.” His words hit, your pussy throbbing around nothing then, you lean your head and kiss his palm, melting him as you do. “Don’t do shit like that.”

“Do you want me?” You ask, thighs on either side of him.

“What do you think?” He grabs your hips, and you feel him, huge and hard against you over the fabric of his pants and your shorts, he grabs you tight, you’re looking at those lips, usually in a smirk or a sarcastic grin, so pouty right now, begging for your kisses.

“Doesn’t have to be anything serious-”

“How can you say that? No, it would be.” You would end him the moment he got inside you, he already knows it, tasting your sweet arousal on his tongue, looking at the color your cheeks are tinged, imagining your face as his cock leaks precum against his boxers.

“I can be… casual…” You’re grinding on him, you’ve never felt this, the longing for him in this way, you’re jutting your chin up, trying to kiss him, but he pulls his face away, shaking his head. “Kiss me.”

“No way.” He won’t be able to stop, at least at this point he can rip himself off of you, taking several breaths, turning away from how delectable you look sitting with your thighs spread on his counter.

“I’ve seen all the women you bring over the years, why not me? You clearly are casual about it?” You hate the emotions in your throat. “Am I not…”

“If you say some dumb shit like you’re not attractive, I swear you’ll piss me off. Look at you.”

“You won’t look at me.”

“I can’t right now, I won’t just fuck you, especially your… first I… can’t. Just drop it, just forget it even happened.” You jump off the counter then, breathing fast, heart nearly pounding out of your chest.

“I’m sorry I asked.” He curses as you run off to the room, his head is spinning from your scent, your taste, the images now burned in his brain, your slick still on his fingertips.

He could never just take your virginity, what if he hurt you? What if he hurt you emotionally, he sure his entire life has never had a real girlfriend, he’s had hookups and booty calls, that’s it. And for the past year he’s pictured you half the time when he’s played with himself, when he’s slept with them, but he can’t do that, you deserved better than him surely.

You’re all dressed now, you stand there and look at him, he hates the tears that have streaked down your face, your bag on your shoulder. “You don’t have to leave, just leave me alone.” He says then, and you laugh without humor, shaking your head.

“I can’t face you after that, too embarrassing. Don’t even tell Yuuji I came over, please.” You go to leave and Sukuna stops you, a hand on the knob above you, his hard body towering behind you, you feel so small next to him, god who didn’t?

Sukuna runs his fingers down your spine, you shiver from the sensation, he leans close, his lips against your ear. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“No?” You look at him then, noses touching, so close.

“Everyone wants me, it’s fine brat.” He smirks, you glare then, smacking at his hand on the knob and pulling open the door.

“Fuck you, Sukuna.” You say, he grins at you like the asshole he is, but when you shut the door behind you, you don’t see him cursing himself, forehead resting on the door, his stomach sick.

Why’d he do that?

Why couldn’t he just give you what you wanted, what he wants so badly?

He’s terrified to disappoint you, but he already has.

*****

Two Weeks Later

“Please stay for dinner!? Please, please, please!” Yuuji begs you, literally on his hands and knees bowing, you giggle, shaking your head.

“No, I can’t… your brother-”

“He won’t bother you, he just yells at the game, it’s fine! Never used to bother you, and I miss you.” He looks up with sweet honey eyes, making you sigh then, nodding, he jumps up all excited. “Perfect, I need to show you the recipe my brother Cho showed me!”

“How is he? I miss him.” You say softly, Yuji’s other brother lived far away now, he was a sweetheart, much unlike Sukuna.

“He’s doing so well, his band is so popular now. I’ll tell him you said hi! You know he thought you were so pretty.”

“Cho did? No way.”

“Well who doesn’t, even Sukuna does.” You pause then, faltering as you look at the kitchen, where he’d had a long, thick finger inserted in your little hole. Where he’d tasted you.

“Um, I doubt all that. He hates me.” Yuuji shakes his head, checking his phone then. “Your girl?”

“We’re not dating yet, just talking, but we are going to a movie tonight. You know her, yeah?”

“Yes, she was so sweet in school.”

Sukuna walks in as Yuuji shows you their texts, his eyes darting to you, taking in your little pleated skirt and top with some dumb anime character you liked on it, you looked fucking adorable. So cute he hates it, so he scowls at you, earning your scowl right back, as Yuuji looks between you both.

“Woah, calm down. Sukuna, I have a date!” Sukuna’s heart drops, Yuuji surely would be good enough for you, he’s sweet (annoyingly sweet) and devoted. Choso and Yuuji were sweet, he’s not sure how he got all the asshole of the family, but he supposed it came from taking care of them both, being the oldest.

He should be a little relieved, you’d leave him alone now, right? You wouldn’t give him that look, he would finally know you’re untouchable, he clears his throat now, hating that his heart feels like it’s ripped in half. Just two weeks ago, the last time he saw you, he’d felt your heat, he’d had you begging for him, but he turned you down.

He did this.

“Finally, you two are going on a date, huh?” He says, trying to act casual, and Yuuji snorts, shaking his head, as your eyes go wide.

“Us, no! We’re too close, we’d never ruin our friendship. Though I sure asked her out a lot in school.”

“You tried.” You say with a little smile, as Sukuna stands there dumbfounded. “You’d never have liked dating me, I hate your zombie movies too much.”

“You have the worst taste, it’s true. Now, Sukuna, it's this girl…” Yuuji starts going on, and Sukuna can barely hold his composure, as he shows him a picture of her, as he’s rambling.

He was convinced his brother was in love with you, it’s a huge reason he has pushed you so far away, he’d never dishonor him like that, even if he knew you didn’t feel the same. He struggles to focus now, as you look down nervously, as if you could hear his thoughts, feel what he wants so badly.

“Thought you simped for the brat here.” He says, Yuuji laughs.

“No, she’s just a beautiful best friend.” He kisses your cheek and you smile warmly at him, it lights up your face, doing the annoying thing to his heart again. “If you’re not so mean, maybe she’ll stay for dinner.”

“Me, mean? Never.” You and Yuuji both roll your eyes at him.

“I don’t have to stay, Sukuna, I was just stopping by.” Your words break him down, remembering how mean he was, and he didn’t apologize, why should he though?

He should have said something.

You’re feeling his gaze on you, as he runs a hand through his pastel locks, the same shade as Yuuji but his are longer, messier, he has a little stubble on his cheeks you don’t remember seeing. As you further look, you see the dark circles under his eyes, how tense he is when he opens his mouth, just to close it, and re open it again, as if he doesn’t know what to say.

Sukuna is… on edge?

“You can stay, what do I care? Used to your ass around anyway.” He walks to his room then, and Yuuji excitedly talks to you, but your mind is in that room, with that asshole of a man.

The dinner is awkward as fuck, and when Yuuji leaves to get ready for his date, you hastily start washing your dish, you feel his gaze on you, he’s leaned back in the chair with his legs wide. You don’t dare say a word to him, you’re too mortified still, too confused, his one touch with no kiss has done more than anything you’ve experienced so far.

Awakened shit that was already there.

Made it worse.

“So you two never…” Sukuna trails off, leaving the question open, you look back at him as you dry your hand with a dish towel.

“Never what, dated? Of course not.”

“I thought the kid had it bad for you.” His voice is quiet, you clear your throat, shaking your head then.

“No, I tried to tell you, just friends. Yuuji is sweet and I love him, but I’ve never felt that way… like I…” Like with Sukuna. “Yeah, anyway, the girl is so sweet. I’ll head out when he does, don’t worry.”

Sukuna’s standing next to you before you can blink, he’s wearing this black dress shirt unbuttoned just so, revealing too much of his strong chest, pecs that are ridiculous, your eyes keep darting to it. To those collar bones, the black lines running along, making you wonder just where his tattoos stop, you physically back up, looking away then, unable to even look in his eyes.

“Running away, brat? Scared?” He raises a brow, you blink then, shaking your head. “Yeah you are.”

“Scared of what?”

“I’m ready guys! Oh… are you two gonna… hang out?” Yuuji asks with a little smile, you’re blushing then, shaking your head.

“Hang out with him? What, no.” Sukuna’s jaw clenches now, you smile as you feel how mad he is. “What?”

“What’s so wrong with me?”

“You’re an ass.”

“You’re a-”

“Okay, dumb question, don’t kill each other.” Yuuji does a little spin then, showing off his outfit, you giggle. “How do I look?”

“Amazing!” He kisses your cheek and hugs you then, just the sight of that alone has Sukuna infuriated, imagining kissing you.

What do your lips feel like?

Would they end him?

“She’s staying, she’s gonna… game with me.” Sukuna says then, you and Yuuji both look at him with shock. “Yeah, brat wants some lessons on Call of Duty.”

“Lessons? You game?” You want to burst out in laughter, the only video games you play involve very hot men on your phone.

Sukuna eyes you though, so intense it’s hard to breathe, you smile then, a little shy almost, realizing what he wants even though he’s not saying it. He wants to spend time with you, this shithead, this asshole of a man, he’s… he’s trying to express that he wants you to stay. And, to stay alone with him.

“I do wanna learn though, plus we should try to get along, hmm?” You look right at Sukuna, he’s not smirking or grinning, he’s vulnerable for a moment. His full lips parted just so in surprise.

“This makes me so happy. I love you both so much! If he pisses you off too bad, just text me.”

“What would you do, kid?” He demands.

“I’d… well I’d tell you to be nice.”

“I love you too.” You tell Yuuji then, and he runs off now to his date, leaving you alone in the kitchen again, with Sukuna. “Video games, huh?”

“Video games.” He answers, and before you know it, he’s right in front of you, gently holding you by your face, in a sweet manner you’d never think he could. “I want you, fuck I’ve wanted you for a long time now… but I thought you…” He’s trailing off, words escaping him.

“You thought Yuuji loved me, and you couldn’t do that.” You answer, everything starting to click now.

“That and you irritate the shit out of me. I don’t like what I feel.”

“What do you feel, Sukuna?” You step forward, arms wrapping around his thick waist then, he gulps visibly.

“Too much.” Is all he says, eyeing your lips hungrily.

“Maybe I feel too much. It’s scary, yeah?”

“I’m not scared of shit.” He’s leaning closer, you’re aching for him to just kiss you, licking your lower lip, tantalizing him as it turns glossy.

“If you’re not scared, then why are you so afraid to kiss me?” You whisper the words, his eyes flutter shut, a hand gripping your hair then at the nape of the neck, pulling it just so.

“Because I won’t stop there, I won’t stop till I’ve kissed every part of your body, till I’ve licked every part, until you’re cumming all over me.” Your little whimper from the back of your throat ruins him, he slams his lips down then, and it’s over.

Your kiss is messy, it’s desperate and sloppy, your tongues dripping saliva as he lifts you suddenly, you cling to him, thighs squeezing narrow hips, arms around his neck, your hand drifts through his undercut just so. He’s moaning as he kisses you so brutally, carrying you until you’re against a wall, pressing you there, you gasp for a breath while he starts licking down your throat.

“Kuna…” You’re arching against him, clinging tightly as he bites your throat, his big hands gripping your ass and squeezing.

“Hate that nickname. Hate how much I like it. Fuck you.”

You scowl, pulling away. “Fuck me for what?”

“Being so stupidly pretty. Driving me crazy forever. Fuck you for tasting so good, too.” You’re opening your mouth to protest, but he’s already carrying you to his bed, unceremoniously plopping you down on it, yanking off your top then, your breasts heave as your breaths come quickly, and he eyes you. “Fuck you for perfect tits.”

“Fuck you for being a dick.” You counter, but he’s gripping your breasts in his huge hands, squeezing them, sucking on your nipples, your hands enwrap in his pastel locks as he looks up at you, saliva strings dripping from your breasts. “Fuck that… feels s’good…”

“Fuck your sexy little moans, too.” You can’t be mad, not when he’s got your skirt off you, not when he’s ripping your panties to shreds, not when he eyes your pussy hungrily, shaking his head as he nips your inner thigh. “And fuck if you don’t have the most perfect pussy, what the…”

“Kuna, you’re c-crazy.” You whisper, he laughs then, breath tickling your cunt as he parts your plump lips, inhaling you like some psycho, burying his face. “Kuna!”

“Shut up, brat. Gonna ruin you for anyone.” He’s talking to your pussy it seems now, strong fingers pressing your thighs apart as he swipes a stripe up between your lips, licking you all the way from your hole to your clit, the sensation has your hips jerking, which he pins in place. “Ah- ah brat, stay still.”

“S’too much… I… oh my god.” Sukuna is devouring your pussy, there’s no other term for it, the way he laps at your pussy with his stupidly long tongue, his eyes bright red when they look at you, when he flicks it to your clit. You’re soaking him, hands pulling at his hair, earning his groan against you. “Wh-what… you’re… I…”

“Shut up, brat, I want to hear you cum, not run your mouth.” You should be offended, but you can’t be, not when he’s fucking your velvety walls with his tongue now, pinching your clit with two of his fingers, the stimulation far too much, you feel it, the pressure building in your core, spreading.

“Kuna!” You’re screaming that nickname, he doesn’t care in fact he loves hearing it, loves your pussy drooling around his tongue, he feels your walls tighten around his wet muscle then, looking up at your face, mouth open wide in an O, eyes rolled back, your hands yanking his hair out, and he knows you’re cumming for him.

He’s grinding his cock on the mattress, aching to be inside you, but he also wants to make you beg for it, wants to make you pathetic for him, only him. You’re cumming so blinding, stars bursting everywhere behind your eyelids, your body convulsing as you’re gushing all over his handsome face. You feel his grin against you when he pulls back his tongue, slipping two fingers inside.

“Hear how slutty she is, huh? So slutty thought you were a good girl.” He huffs, you’re reeling from cumming so hard when he quickly finds your g spot, as if he knew your body forever. “Can’t talk? Pathetic.”

“F-fuck… you I… it’s too much!” You whine, he’s scissoring those two fingers in and out of your now soppy little hole, you do hear it, the wetness so fucking loud, he’s licking your clit now, sucking it into his mouth, you’re pushing over the edge again. “Both!? I c-can’t!”

“Mmm, you can, cum again, pretty slut. Lemme drink it.” You’re trying to close your thighs, but he forces them open, smacking at one, shaking his head. “Again, y’can do it.”

“S’too much…” You’re whining over and over, it is so much pleasure you have trouble comprehending a thought, when he crooks his fingers in your gooey walls, and sucks your clit again, you’re shattering.

“Mmm, there you go, you can do it can’t ya?” He’s cooing to you, smirk on his features, that are coated in your slick.

“Please!” You’re yanking him up, he chuckles a bit, letting you, hovering over you with his strong arms, as he wipes your chin with one hand.

“You’re fucking drooling, god, fucked out already? Can you handle me?” He raises a brow, you want to retort, but you are fucked out, you came more than you ever have, now you’re opening your mouth and closing it. “Can’t talk, stupid brat?”

“F-fuck off… ass…” You manage, earning him more hard for you, kissing you deeply, you taste yourself then, but even more when he shoves his fingers in your pussy, scooping out more arousal, shoving them in your mouth.

“Suck them like a good girl, there ya fuckin go, pretty little slut.” You’re in tears from overstimulation as you suck him eagerly. “So ya can follow directions, ha… didn’t know that mouth could shut.”

“Shut it.” You whisper, pulling back with a pop, he falters at your seductive words, shaking his head.

“You sucked dick?”

“N-no.” You admit, he sighs then.

“Look, maybe not the first time.”

“Sukuna, are you being caring?” You tease, his brows lower, lips pressing in a firm line.

“No! Just… you need a lot of workup and… will you stop smiling like that!? Stop looking at me that way.”

“Like what?” You tease, hands unbuttoning him shakily, he pulls back then, taking a breath as he looks down at your pretty body, and you reveal more of his chiseled frame.

“Like… that. Like you’re…”

“In love with you?” His jaw tenses again.

“Shut it, now.”

“I am, stupid ass. Don’t know why.” You sit up when he stands, eagerly unbuttoning his pants, his heart races like he’s the virgin, brain short circuiting when you slip them down, his boxers following.

“I… you… shouldn’t…” He doesn’t remember what he was saying, you’re too sexy, too pretty, your words he’s never thought he’d hear. “You don’t love me. Don’t say it.”

“I do, and I will say it.”

“Then why did you ask for… casual!?”

You’re blushing when his cock is revealed, and it’s massive, thick and heavy, his reddened tip drooling precum. It’s so big you can’t understand how it would fit, your hand barely circles the girth, looking so tiny against him, he’s ridiculously big. You nervously look up, seeing his eyes dilated, his lashes lowered, Sukuna’s hands come to enwrap in your loose hair, gripping it.

“Answer me, brat. Now.”

“Because if that’s how you want to, I’ll do it. I want you, I have wanted you.” He exhales, jerking when you lick his tip.

“I don’t want to be casual with you, okay!?” You smile, he rolls his eyes. “Don’t you dare smile like that. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna be all mushy and dumb.”

“I don’t want to be casual either.” He cups your face with his other hand, groaning when your hot mouth starts sucking him in, there’s too much of him, you barely get the tip and an inch or two, swirling your tongue, tasting the salty precum, his musky scent filling your nostrils.

“F-fuck…” Sukuna’s stuttering, you swear you hear him whine, but you wonder if it’s a trick of your ears, his hand on your face shaky when he starts thrusting his cock in your mouth, eyes locked on yours. “Stupidly pretty brat.”

He might as well say ‘my love’ or ‘darling’ because your body reacts, already having had so much pleasure you’re wet again, when he yanks you more on his cock, shoving it deeper. You’re breathing through your nose as he fucks your throat, as he’s gasping and moaning out your name, you finally think you have a rhythm when he pulls you off.

“Was it okay?” You ask nervously, he shoves you on your back, between your thighs in an instant then, you gasp for breath.

“Okay? Sucked it like some pro. You lyin’ t’me?” You giggle, shaking your head and catching his gaze.

“Watch porn though.”

“Porn ain’t shit to what I’m gonna do.” You’re crying out as his tip leaks precum along your clit, biting your lip when he’s pressing into your tight ring of muscles, your nails dig into his back, feeling the taut skin. “If we do this, you’re never fucking anyone, never. Fuckin got me brat?”

You blink a bit, as his tip presses in, stretching your skin. “You love me too, don’t you Kuna?” You tease, he scoffs, but then nods just a bit, and kisses you, pressing past your barrier, you gasp at it, at the pain, being stretched by him. “Ow! Shit!”

“Shit… y-you’re too tight… loosen the fuck up, brat.” You glare up at him, throbbing from the pain now, he’s barely holding on.

“I can’t. Y-you’re an idiot!”

“Running your mouth?”

“You’re too big!”

“Fuck…” He eases back, leaning up on an elbow, hand slipping down and rolling on your clit. “Relax, annoying ass. Even your pussy is stubborn.”

“You’re… so… ah!” His circles are rough, calloused thumb pressing on your little engorged clit, when he sinks in again.

“Relax, now.” His husky voice gives you that order, you do so then, exhaling and looking into his eyes, that are so dark they look black, you nod weakly. “You… are you alright?”

“You care, aw.” You can’t help it, you’re grinning all fucked up.

He glares again, this time thrusting deep, you scream out at it, he moans, biting your neck again, big hand gripping your thigh and lifting it higher. “Fucking feel her, gripping me my god. She’s mine, huh?”

“Y-yours, Kuna.” Your little whimper destroys him, your cunt pulsing around him, stretching and getting wetter to accommodate, and he begins actually fucking you then, you’re so wet, hot and tight he can’t stand how good it feels, he’s already dreaming of breeding this little cunt as you convulse under him.

“F-fucking love it, slutty little pussy.” His words along with his tip dragging against that spot in your walls send you reeling, you hear it now the skin smacking, his balls slapping your ass, wetness squelching when he pulls back, gripping your hips with a wicked grin. “Look, fucking your guts up, huh?”

He forces your chin to look down at the ridiculous bulge in your tummy, you gasp at it, clinging to his sheets now, so full when he sinks more of his cock in you, so much you don’t think he’ll fit fully, he’s already slamming your cervix. His hands slip up your hips, yanking you down further, you scream out at how good it feels.

“Ruin you, no one… n-no one’s gonna do this, yeah?” He leans over just a bit, fucking you harder, thrusts so rough your tits jiggle, your body moves. “Use you as my little fuck toy, pretty toy, so fucked out and stupid.”

“Ngh!” You are stupid, your eyes are rolling back, you’re drooling, incapable of doing anything but pulsing on his cock now, of desperately clinging to him.

“S-say it, brat.” He’s shoved his cock so deep, your cunt is dripping down his veiny length, you’re whimpering desperately, nodding. “That’s it, cum f’me, lemme feel her clamp down. F-fuck, there she is…”

Now Sukuna is full of nonsense, you’re both mumbling as he does ruin you for anyone, as you ruin him for anyone, he’s kissing you sloppy, his tattooed hand wraps your throat. He squeezes just so, you’re fading as he rails your cunt, muttering filthy, nasty words, you were a virgin, but he sure the fuck wasn’t taking it easy.

Well, you didn’t think he was, Sukuna actually is taking it easy.

He’ll wait before he goes where he wants to, but you so eagerly open your mouth for his spit, desperately cumming all over his cock then. “Made f’me, pussy she’s m-mine, hmm?”

You’re getting choked, swallowing spit, and this asshole asks you a question? You manage a nod, as he slows finally, releasing your throat, hand slipping up your titty to pinch your nipple, hips rolling just so, jerking his cock against your bruised cervix. You’re a stupid mess under him, sputtering when he finally slows his rhythm, when he thickens impossibly in you.

“I’m never pulling out of you, on something?” He huffs, you blink in confusion as he grins. “Asked ya a question brat.”

“On… pill… mmm…” He moans now, exhaling.

“Good, hah-” He thrusts deep again, you’re fluttering around his length. “Wouldn’t pull out anyway. I’d knock you the fuck up, breed your slutty cunt.” You’re done for, when he starts spurting cum, crying out in your ear, taking over everything with his huge body on top of you, in you, around you. He’s cumming so much it’s ridiculous, coating your walls, filling your belly full. “Oh f-fuck… fuckin love you…”

You blink as you come to, as your cum and his are pushed out with each thrust, your thighs shaking, head buzzing from pleasure. He looks at you then, eyes desperate, biting his lower lip while you put it together. “You love me, Kuna?”

“Shut up.” You smile when he kisses you again, and well… you don’t just fuck once for your first time.

You’re fucking in the shower to ‘clean up’ and then he’s got you up on the counter, devouring your pussy again, seeing how many times you can cum, soon he’s got his game going, showing you the controls as you’re cockwarming him. You’re so sore no amount of ibuprofen will fix it, but you want more, you’re grinding on him as you wear his headset, getting shot hopelessly by the players.

That’s where Yuuji finds you all, your tits out, Sukuna half naked, big hands on your hips with his cock inside you, you gasp then, covering your tits with your hands, but Sukuna just laughs, kissing on your shoulders. Yuuji covers his face, turning away quickly in embarrassment.

“K-kuna… s-stop…” You whisper, but Yuuji waves at you all, covering his eyes with a smile.

“You’re getting along!”

“Um… yeah.” You manage, and Sukuna’s laughing so hard it’s annoying, he doesn’t pay attention to your glare.

“Cool… um… bye.” He hides in his room, you try to get up, but Sukuna has you pinned down, tilting your head and kissing you.

“You’re insane, Sukuna.”

“You love that shit.”

“Shush. Show me the… g-game…”

The teammates are very curious why Sukuna started sucking at Call of Duty that day, but he has his new very annoying girlfriend to blame, she’s just squeezing his cock too good.

A/N I really have been feeling some Sukuna latelyyy, I hope ya'll enjoyed the smut aha!! <3

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All my sukuna oneshots hereee

[empanada-boy420]

I’ve been tracking my brain for a min tryna remember who tf said “I’m a lil soup slut short n stout” but either way I felt that shit in my soul

[t4tdanvis]

if ur vampire au doesnt have That One Scene from seraph of the end. is it even worth it

[affableramen]

୨୧ Genshin men and how kinky they are ୨୧

Note: that’s a whole bakery

minors do not interact

Wriothesley

• Kinky and perverted. Very creative in bed will always find a way to surprise you even more. Be it handcuffs or a new vibrator, he leaves you shaking and craving for more

• He loves making you scream his name so he dives that cock really deep in order to bring your filthy sounds to his ears

• Sometimes calls you “bitch”, “whore”, “slut” but making sure it’s in affectionate way while his whole cock is buried deep inside you and pulsing hard

• He is very noisy when he cums. It’s usually a raspy groan that lasts for a few seconds and basically anyone near the door can hear him. You need to stuff your man’s mouth with something else unless you want others to hear that slutty mewl

• He fucks like a pornstar and he always jokes about it (it’s not even funny anymore)

• Has a sensitive ass so doesn’t let you go near around it

• Loves slapping and humiliating your puss

• Secretly wants you to peg him ♡

Neuvillette

• 100% gentle, not kinky. He prefers traditional way of doing things so it’s no surprise his favourite is missionary

• Not very experienced, so he whimpered really hard in your first time together

• He has to see your eyes while you lie under him. Something about the look on your face makes him nut a generous amount

• Neuvillette’s chill personality allows him to not spend all energy in one go so he is always up for a few rounds with you

• Neuvillette goes completely mad when you touch his hair and he will even request you to pull it. Usually he is cool and composed even during your session but once you grasp his hair between your fingers he will fuck you so senselessly you won’t be able to walk the next day ♡♡

• Dirty talks you to sleep

• Dreams of giving you an oral on his desk in the office during a break. He wants to see you muffle your moans while he licks your honey and whispers you to keep quiet otherwise others might hear you

Pantalone

• He’s definitely something in between kinky and sweet. It all depends on his mood. One day he fucks you like he hates you, the other day he touches you so gently as if you were a porcelain doll

• He loves you face-sitting on him while he’s hungrily eating your puss. (But never admits it)

• Can be gentle and sweet asf. He’s reeeally good at slow, sensual sex. He can finger you for hours before sheathing himself inside

• He cages his feelings so hard that he practically doesn't moan during sex. He only lets a little groaning when cumming. If you ever hear him moan he’ll become so embarassed convincing you heard nothing ♡

• Can’t masturbate without your panties

• Panty’s got very sensitive chest and nipples and he has to hold your hands above your head to prevent you from touching those

• Accidentally moaned during the meeting while you were sucking him off under the desk one day, doesn't do it again

• Protection king!!! He always has condoms in his drawers in case someone gets too horny. He respects your boundaries and won’t cum inside you if you are not ready

Capitano

• Not kinky, but rough. He loves you too much and thinks if you two are about to have sex, this sex should be passionate to the moon and back

• He loves a little thrill. The two of you were once caught up doing that in the forest, against the tree, while Cap’s henchman was guarding your lovemaking

• First time in your night was afraid his dick wouldn't be able to fit so he was really sweet and gentle and asked constantly if you were in any pain ♡

• He always makes sure you cum first, prioritising your satisfaction before his own 💯

• Capi loves your nails the most

• He has a sensitive neck and might let out some whimpers for you if you bite around it good enough

• Broke the bed in your apartment one day, came to repair it himself. He’s still apologising though

Alhaitham

• Not very kinky. A really gentle lover. Can be rough only if you ask him directly

• His guilty pleasure is slapping your ass, he loves seeing that fat skin reddened after his palm

• His favourite position is spooning, and he will not keep his hands off your clit

• He ALWAYS makes sure you cum from his fingers before anything else. He has really skillfull fingers and you are dying to have them inside you. He once teased you playing suggestively with the book, and you can’t get it off your mind

• Alhaitham is bad at dirty talking but he REALLY tries to make it sound good. Embarrassing for him though, you giggle at occasional “good girl, you’re taking me so well”

• He was once caught up masturbating by himself in early stage of your relationship and was really freaked out, but later you helped him out telling what he was doing was completely normal

• He rubs a good amount against you making sure you feel how hard he is for you

• Sensitive ass ♡

Dainsleif

• Kinky and rough but can be gentle occasionally

• KING OF EDGING, will leave you unsatisfied only to shove his cock inside you with a double force making you shake and whine for him

• Dreams of fucking your throat while maintaining eye contact with you

• Sensitive fingertips, one day you grabbed his hand and pushed his fingers inside your mouth which caused him to cum prematurely. Doesn’t let you anywhere near his fingers anymore

• His favourite thing ever is mattress pressing. He will grip your thighs pushing them apart as wide as possible making you open up for him before he slams into you with full force

• Is not very loud, he prefers you vocal. Can be loud when receiving a head, though

• Keeps a collection of your panties without letting you know ♡

• Fucks you from behind most of the time coz the sight of your expression, eye rolling and flushed cheeks will make him nut prematurely

Dottore

• Very kinky. There is nothing he wouldn't try with you. He loves his sex dirty and messy. He needs the bed, floor and your thighs to have filthy evidence of your lovemaking

• He will whine to you about receiving a head every day possible until you finally give up. He just needs to see you choking on his cuck

• Very dominant and won’t let you be on top ever (I don't think you need it though)

• Leaves a lot of bites around your neck and collarbone, his mouth just can't get enough of you ♡

• Will devour your pussy for hours

• Likes when you cum on his command, will slap your ass otherwise

• KING of overstim, really into vibrations and stuff. The more stim = the better

• Ballz so sensitive he cums nice and good if you graze your fingers around them

• After spilling inside you (with your consent), he pumps it back into you, disappointed if it drops all way down

[4unnyr0se]

❥ timeskip! haikyuu captains matching with you on tinder | tetsuro kuroo

warnings: timeskip! kuroo, fem! reader, reader is his secretary, riding(?), unprotected sex, rough sex, implied multiple orgasms (f! receiving), reader acts innocent but is actually a slut, implied size kink, kuroo is rich asf argue with the wall

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 904

Sports promotions was an easy job once you knew what you were doing and who you were working with. Kuroo, being a former captain of a powerhouse team, already knew the trade fairly well. His division of volleyball promotions worked closely with people he once had games with, it was always a treat to mess with them over an expensive dinner that his company would pay for. There weren’t many women in that field, so whenever one was hired it caused a stir. Kuroo thought that the stir you were causing was stupid, but that was before he saw your pretty face.

You were behind a desk, typing away at your computer. You looked so innocent, humming a little tune as your tiny fingers typed away. He approached your desk and offered you a smirk, introducing himself. He noticed how you blushed when he looked at you, like a fawn being spotted by a wolf in the forest. Fuck, Kuroo thought that was so fucking hot. But he couldn’t do anything about that, he had too much respect for you. You were just so innocent, how could he defile you?

Turns out, you weren’t as innocent as he thought. Kuroo was mindlessly swiping on Tinder when your profile popped up, displaying your curves that were barely concealed by a little red clubbing dress. ‘Only on here for some fun <3’ was all your bio said, and that made Kuroo practically jump out of his bed. His finger slid right on the phone screen and the two of you matched, causing his cock to throb in his sweatpants. Finally, he had a in. 

The harsh cracking of Kuroo’s hand against the supple skin of your ass filled his penthouse apartment, acompanied by the squelching noise of your pussy struggling to take his massive cock deeper. You had barely managed to get the tip inside, using all your strength to hover yourself above his lap. Kuroo leaned against his padded headboard, the same smirk from earlier adorning his face as he watched the lewd display in front of him. You had talked a big game in your earlier messages, so why were you struggling now. Perhaps you had bitten off more than you could chew when you decided to swipe right on his profile. “What, you’re having trouble taking all of me inside you? C’mon now baby, don’t be like that. Getting all shy again?” his words were laced with sarcasm as you shook your head, feeling your quivering legs about to give out. “I-I can take more, promise!”

Kuroo shook his head in disagreement, shifting his hands to they rested on your hips. “You looked so fucking slutty in those photos,” he teased, slamming your hips down further onto his cock. He gave you no time to adjust to his girth of length, breathing in your wanton and painful cries of pleasure and pain. “Gonna fuck you like a slut now, okay princess? Making me do all the work, typical.”

His hands slammed you up and down on his length, using your body like his own personal fleshlight. Your head was thrown back as your eyes focus on the ceiling above you, the chandelier sparking in the candlelight of his bedroom. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth, saliva dripping onto your swollen tits that were so carefully marked with Kuroo’s teeth. Just enough that you could still wear revealing clothes to work, showing the tiniest bit of cleavage.

His cock hit your G-spot perfectly each time, your sobbing cunt pulling him in deeper with each thrust inside of you. “Fuck, you’re fucking milking me baby,” Kuroo groaned, smacking your ass once more. “You want me to fill you up, huh? It that it princess? C’mon now, lemme hear you beg for my cum. Can you be a good little slut and do that, yeah? Don’t keep me waiting.” he punctuated his sentence with an incredible thrust, a wanton moan falling from your bruised lips.

“K-Kuroo! Wan’ your cum, fuck! P-please, please!” you patheically cried out, fingers scrambling for purchase in his mess of black hair. Your moans were so pretty and wet, how could he refuse his adorable little secretary? His release painted your insides with a roar, the warm sensation filling your stomach. He stopped bouncing you on his length, hands falling limp against his sides.

“Fuck,” was all that Kuroo could muster, smiling to himself as you collapsed onto his chest with his cock still nestled deep inside your creamy core. “I never knew you would be such a slut, you know? Thought you were a virgin or something.” he chuckled, kissing the side of your cheek.

“I might as well have been one, you’re fucking insane,” you mumbled against his skin, lifting your face up to look into his golden eyes. Your mascara was running and your hair was a damn mess, but Kuroo thought you had never looked as pretty as you do now. “You gotta give me some mercy next time, okay? Most girls aren’t used to your massive fucking cock.”

“Oh? There’s gonna be a next time?” Kuroo smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing you to roll your eyes in mock annoyance. 

“Hell yeah there’s gonna be a next time, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.” you smirked, playfully nipping at the cartilage of his ears.

“I can’t wait.”