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You tell Sukuna you have severe "vitamin D" deficiency, and he calls you a weak human with your pathetic human diseases. It took you ten minutes to explain that you meant his dicks and how annoying he is for not understanding your horny figures of speech.

Thirty minutes later Sukuna gave you what you wanted, watching you deep-throat his cocks one by one. He presses your face to his stomach, not letting you move and feeling how your nose rubs against his pink happy trail.

"Damn brat… If that’s what you wanted, you could have just said it…" He moans and releases your head, and you’re pulling back with a loud gasp, filling your lungs with air.

"Shut up… I said it… I just always have to explain everything to you…", you murmur, covering the tips of his cocks in wet kisses. "You’re so ancient…"

"Tsk"

For that you got a slap across the cheek with his upper cock and a couple of more throat fillings.

***

Later that night Sukuna ordered his servant to get you a pack of ice cream to soothe your throat and a bottle of vitamin D. At the end of the day, you were a human. His human.

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the ideal dynamic

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Sukuna sucking my toes and licking my feet or I’m kms

no, don’t kill yourself you’re too sexy, haha

.✦

“Hold still.” Sukuna demands roughly, his sharp nails digging into the arch of your foot as he licked a stripe across your already trembling toes.

You couldn’t help squirming again as his tongue lapped at your foot, sharp nails grazing the already sensitive skin. You held back your giggles, Sukuna’s reprimanding gaze on you causing the laughter to quickly die in your throat.

You didn’t understand why he insisted on doing this, taking his mouth to your toes. He’d said it was because he found you strange, that he wanted to scrutinize your body. But the more this seemed to occur, the less convincing his reasoning seemed.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as Sukuna’s tongue brushed wetly over your tiny toes before sucking them into his mouth hungrily. You barely miss the gruff little noise that he makes as he sucks on your toes. It makes your skin heat.

It always seemed to be at the most inconvenient times that he’d do this, when you were eating or had your nose in a particularly interesting book. He’d come barging in, swiveling your chair in his direction and kneeling before you, grabbing your foot like you were nothing more than a doll.

You’d be lying if you said you hated it, that you didn’t secretly look forward to the random moments Sukuna snuck up you, always when you were relaxing, like he wanted to ruin your tranquility.

Or make it better.

You picked another piece of fruit from the bowl abandoned in your lap, watching your boyfriend with hooded eyes. Each press of his hot wet tongue along the skin of your foot sent shocks jolting through your body, you’d squirm and press your thighs together if you could, but Sukuna’s grip on you was firm, absolute.

When he finishes—usually after he’d licked both your feet squeaky clean—he always gets up and leaves, with a complain in his wake, of course, as if you were the one disturbing his peace with semi-erotic foot licking. You usually watch him go in delirious silence, confused and slightly shaken up.

But this time you speak, “Thank you, ‘kuna.” You smile down at him and his gaze burns red hot for the smallest of seconds standing to his full height before you. His eyes are dark with warning, but you had him figured out.

And perhaps he knew that too because he sank back down to his knees, letting you circle your arms around him and sift a hand through his hair, “Good job.” You murmur into his skin and you feel a slight vibration, a hum from Sukuna’s body, almost resembling a purr.

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Can you come over and do this

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Okay queen but when do we get to see YOUR ass 😔, joking joking

I have nothing to hide, friend

EATERS HIT ME UP 🗣️

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But what do we think about Sukuna eating reader’s ass 🤠

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Can you write reader eating sukuna’s booty like groceries🥰/srs

It was one of those few lazy days. Sukuna was lying on the bed, sound asleep with his face buried in the pillows. He was sprawled on his stomach, topless, wearing just comfortable light pink sweatpants you bought for him the other day. The sounds of raindrops and low rumble of thunder were heard from the outside.

After a moment you entered the bedroom and smirked at the sight of your husband taking his little nap in the middle of the rainy day. So cute. Your gaze went from his messy pink hair to his broad tattooed back and landed on his juicy ass. Sukuna definitely knew what he was doing lying like this with his taut ass on full display. You climbed up onto the bed and straddled the back of his thick thighs. You put both of your palms on his ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze. Perfect stress balls with perfect size for your hands. Sukuna let out a sleepy groan, but you ignored him and slapped his right ass cheek, making it jiggle.

"Brat, quit it…" he mumbled into the pillow. Sukuna was familiar with your shenanigans, so he wasn’t really surprised. You didn’t answer and just pressed your cheek to his ass, lying on it like on a cushion. You were smiling and caressing his flesh with your palm, giving it occasional pinches.

"Woman, you’re ridiculous," Sukuna huffed and raised his head to look at you over his shoulder. His face was covered in pillow lines, messy pink hair was making him look like a hedgehog.

"No, Kuna, you’re ridiculous," you murmured and straightened up again.

"You’re talking to the-!"

"Yes, yes, the King, I know," you giggled and slapped his ass one more time, harder than before. Sukuna just huffed again and hided his face back into the pillow, hugging it and mumbling something about insufferable brats he has to deal with. It didn’t go unnoticed by you how he arched his lower back slightly.

"That’s better," you patted his ass and pulled his pink pants down, revealing his juicy cheeks. You leaned closer, placing a kiss on his right cheek, giving it a bite, before doing the same to his other cheek. As you were covering his ass in kisses and bites, Sukuna continued to act nonchalant. But it was just a matter of time before you spread his cheeks and made him moan in the pillow when you touched his hole with your tongue.

"W-woman…"

"Man," you slapped his ass yet another time and finally buried your face fully between his cheeks while Sukuna was trying to suppress his pathetic moans. You were eating his hole like it was the last meal on Earth, squeezing his ass in your palms at the same time. You sucked his tight rim, your tongue drawing small slow, circular motions over it.

Sweet whimpering could be heard above you. As much as Sukuna loved acting like a damn brat, he also loved that you were nasty just like him, always keeping up with his twisted mind. You pulled back from his ass for a moment to spit on it and dive back in. After a few more minutes of feasting, you straightened up and softly caressed his plump ass.

"Do you want to come, baby?" you murmured and squeezed his flesh. Sukuna ignored you, hiding his red face away.

Slap!

"I said, do you want to come, rude boy?"

Silence.

"Yes…" Sukuna let out a bratty hiss.

"Everything for you," you leaned down to kiss his ass before you stood up from your spot to get a giant pink strap and scented lube from the drawer.

"Strawberry or vanilla, my king?"

A/N: I’m blocking you as I’m typing this.

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Squid Game AU with Toji makes perfect sense. Toji was a gambling addict with an itch for more money to burn on races, why wouldn’t he join some stupid contest to win easy cash?

The first game left him more apathetic than shocked. So these were death games? Even better. He couldn’t care less about people dying and now his chances of winning were sky high. Among all the old folks, teenagers, and other weaklings, he reigned supreme. Fit, fast, cunning, ruthless. The other players had no chance, this wasn’t even fair. 

But Toji’s plans for victory were cut short the moment he saw you. He thought he was hallucinating when he first caught sight of you. That couldn’t be — no, it was definitely you. Just as beautiful as the last time he saw you. Even now with your face covered in someone else’s blood and your eyes filled with panic. What the fuck were you doing here? 

Toji was your ex-boyfriend and his pathetic addiction sent all of his savings out the door and you along with it. After you broke up with him, he silently hoped that it wasn’t the end, that you’d find your way back to him. Once he dealt with his debt and all his other shit, he would find you again. But who knew fate had other plans for you? Who knew that shortly after your breakup, one of your parents got sick, leaving you with a mountain of hospital bills you couldn’t pay? Who knew that no matter how many jobs you worked it was never enough to pay back that debt? Who knew that some weird guy in a suit would approach you in the subway and not even a week later, you found yourself here, unaware that you’d put yourself in grave danger? 

Toji didn’t know that. That’s why his face was now filled with a mix of anger and regret. 

When he approached you, your heart dropped. It took you a minute to realize he was standing in front of you, yelling and shaking your shoulders, trying to get an answer as to why the hell you were here. Why you weren’t at home, why your ass was always somewhere it shouldn’t be. 

It was all too much. You’d just witnessed hundreds of people heartlessly murdered during a game of fucking Red Light Green Light, and now your ex-boyfriend, who caused you so much of both pain and pleasure, was standing before you more upset than you’d ever seen him. 

"Shut up! What do you know?! Worry about yourself and fuck off, Toji!" You snapped, pushing him away and darting off in the other direction. Toji closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to cool his temper. This was not the reunion he was hoping for. You were supposed to be living peacefully, smiling, taking stupid pictures, doing all the other things he’d come to love about you. Not fighting for your life for the sake of money. Just like him. Toji knew you were vigorous, he knew you were clever and quick-witted, but this place wasn’t for you, goddammit. This place was for him. For a loser. An outcast. A lowlife. 

Toji glanced at you as you were sitting on one of the bunk beds, staring ahead with an empty gaze. This was all his fault. And he knew he had to make it right as he made his way towards you.

All of his plans went to hell. Now only one thing mattered: getting you out of here alive. 

But… Just one more game. He’ll help you through it and right after, when more people die and the prize money grows larger for everyone, he’ll make all the other players vote to stop the games. He’ll fight them, threaten them, strangle them, do whatever needs to be done to convince everyone to end this. Just one more game… That would be easy, right?

A/N: Thank you to my beta friend @bobbeshwar <3

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RED. [dabi x reader]

this is chapter 4!

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chapter 4 ; sypnosis: you try to communicate with Dabi but it ends miserably, but you go on your first real mission.

warnings: (painful) slow burn, small canon-divergence

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You've been practicing non-stop since Dabi threw you that practice workbook. The pencil wobbles slightly in your grasp as you press the tip to the paper. The letters feel stiff, uneven, but they’re there.

Boy.

You trace over it again, slower this time, trying to smooth out the jagged edges. It still looks clumsy, an embarrassing first attempt, but it’s something. And it’s yours.

Your fingers hover over the page for a second longer before you push the book shut. You want to show him.

Dabi’s been gone for a couple of days. Not that you kept track, but it's hard to miss his absence when you recognize the sound of lousy footsteps and his snarky remarks.

But now he’s back, slinking into the main room like nothing ever happened, like he hadn’t just disappeared without a word. The others barely react, used to his comings and goings without explanation.

You watch him from the couch, waiting, waiting—until he finally moves past you, heading straight for the hallway.

You sit up quickly, grabbing the notebook. Your steps are quick but quiet, the book clutched in both hands as you follow after him. He doesn’t stop until he reaches his door, one hand on the knob when you reach out, tugging his sleeve.

Dabi turns, looking down at you with tired, half-lidded eyes. “…What?”

You hesitate, then flip open the book, turning it to face him. The word stares up at both of you in shaky, uneven strokes.

He stares at it. You stare at him. Expectant.

His brow furrows slightly. “Boy?”

You nod.

A pause. Then—

“What are you on about?” He looks at you, then at the page again, as if maybe he’s missing something. You give him a pleading look. 

Dabi’s brows pull together slightly. His gaze flicks from the page to your face, searching for something—anything—that would make this click. He leans his weight against the doorframe, arms crossing.

"Boy," he mutters under his breath, like saying it out loud might help. "The hell is that supposed to mean?"

You shift on your feet, gripping the notebook tighter and eagerly tapping the pencil against the word. You thought he’d understand right away. That he’d see the word and—

Know. 

Because ever since you got here you wondered why Dabi knew so much about you. So he must know about your personal life too, right?

Your lips press together. You shake your head, tearing the page off with more force than necessary before shoving it against his chest. His hand comes up instinctively to catch it, fingers curling as he catched it. 

Dabi blinks, caught off guard. His fingers crumple the page slightly as he grips it, eyes flicking from the torn edge to your face.

"The fuck—" He stops himself, exhaling sharply through his nose. His jaw shifts, and for a moment, you think he’s going to throw the paper back at you. But instead, he just stares at it.

Your hands curl into fists at your sides. You feel stupid. Stupid for thinking he’d just know. For hoping, even for a second, that he’d get it.

As you storm into the couch of the living room, you don’t even notice the figure in front of you until you collide into it. A firm, unyielding presence stops you in your tracks, and a slow, raspy voice follows.

“I was looking for you.”

You blink, tilting your head back slightly. Shigaraki stands before you, hunched as always, red eyes staring down through the hand covering his face.

Your brows knit together.

He doesn’t give you time to question it. “You’re coming with us.”

—

The inside of the truck rattles with every little bump in the road. You're standing inside the wide open container of a stolen truck alongside Dabi and Mr.Compress, the air is thick, everyone is so concentrated. Shigaraki is perched at the top of the container, watching– waiting. And Spinner is at the front, hands gripping the wheel as his eyes focused to stay on the road ahead.

This was your first “mission” and your wrists were still cuffed. Cold, familiar, and suffocating. They had been there since you joined, a precaution, a leash. 

What the hell were you supposed to do when you couldn't even use your quirk?

And then as if on cue, a soft click. Dabi reaches over, his fingers brushing against your wrist as he undoes the restraints with ease. The cuffs fall away, clattering against the floor of the truck.

And suddenly, everything hits you.

The rush of air swirling inside the truck, the rumbling of the shitty tires against the hot pavement, the heartbeat of each person around you– fast, slow, steady, erratic. The overwhelming sensation of it all. 

Your quirk was no longer laying dormant. It stretches along your environment almost alive.  It doesn’t just extend—it reaches, curious, hungry, threading itself through the air like veins beneath the skin.

The world isn’t still anymore. It shifts. It moves with you.

And it’s loud. But not in a way that hurts. It’s home. 

You let go of a breath you weren't sure you were holding, your fingers flex instinctively, adjusting to that sensation of having a missing part of you back. You tilt your head, and the sounds outside— muffled voices, the hum of police radios—fold into you, become part of you.

“Hey, lizard! Stop weaving! I get motion sick.” Dabi yells towards the opposite end of the truck. It takes you out of your trance as you hear Spinner from the driver's seat scoff.

“Don’t call me lizard! The name is Spinner!”

“Shut up and focus on driving.” 

You barely listen to the banter as you keep your eyes on the police car in front of you that escorted what you assumed to be the target of your mission. You tried to listen inside the black truck but it was hard with all the commotion around you.

Before you know it, Dabi shoots a straight line of blue fire towards the vehicle.Your eyes widen, you haven't really seen him quirk before. You expect to hear tires swerving or maybe a panicked thought from the police man driving but it doesn't come.

And Dabi seems to notice too. “What is this?” A smirk finds itself on his face. 

You focus, closing your eyes and you hear it. Small tiny grains moving against each other. Sand.

You tap Dabi’s shoulder– “It’s sand.”

He hears you inside his head and smirks wider. As if he knows something you don’t.

"Smart girl," he mutters, barely above a whisper, but there's something smug beneath it, something amused.

Your attention snaps back to the convoy as the sand twists, shifting, moving unnaturally— a quirk.

“Ugh, of course they sent a hero with them.” Shigaraki whines. “What a pain. Spinner, slow down!” 

And he does. Now getting closer to the police car where the pro-hero and a few officers were. Shigaraki jumps on to it— head first. It’s stupid you think. 

The pro hero can be seen hanging from the driver’s door, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Not so fast! You may be able to disintegrate everything you touch, but that won’t work against sand."

In an instant, the shifting grains twist and coil, trapping Shigaraki in place. You react instinctively, raising a hand to pull him free— but before you can, a firm grip stops you.

Mr. Compress.

“He’s getting pretty famous,” Dabi muses, watching the scene unfold with an almost lazy amusement.

Mr. Compress flicks his wrist, sending a teal marble rolling onto the road. His smirk deepens. “Shigaraki is only a misdirection— a little sleight of hand, if you will.”

He chuckles, the dramatic flair unmistakable. “It’s not your time to shine yet, my dear.” You can hear the grin in his voice, even as chaos unfolds around you.

With a flourish, he gestures toward the convoy. “Watch carefully as the police car flies through the air! No trickery or wires involved.”

Dabi grabs your forearm, yanking you with him as he leaps from the truck. The ground rushes toward you, but you barely feel it—your quirk steadies you, instinct kicking in before your feet even touch down.

Above you, the sharp sound of shattering glass splits the air. Shigaraki tears through the window of the black transport truck with a single punch, his weight slamming into the vehicle as it veers off course.

Flames burst in your periphery—Dabi’s doing. A wall of blue fire engulfs the approaching pro hero, he fights back with his sand. They barely have time to react before Mr. Compress flicks his fingers, and in an instant, the hero is gone—trapped inside a tiny spinning marble.

Your breath is shallow, heart pounding as your eyes dart to the transport truck. The doors are blown open, the insides a mess of scattered restraints and overturned medical equipment. And there, strapped down to a stretcher, helpless in the chaos—

Overhaul.

Your feet move before you can think. The moment you see him, something inside you ignites. Your quirk flares up, stretching out, reaching, curling around every breath, every movement. It thrums in your skull, in your fingertips, demanding release.

“Tell me again who the next leader is gonna be?” Shigaraki kicks the weird stretcher pinning Chisaki down. 

“Did you come to kill me?” Chisaki’s eyes are dull. Lifeless. It’s an expression you've never seen before on him.He’s defenseless. The man who made you feel like nothing—stripped of his power, strapped down like a lab rat. 

And for the first time, it makes you smile.

“No. I thought of something you’ll hate even more than that.” Shigaraki pauses, taking off the hand on his face. “I hate you. Truly.”

Chisaki’s gaze flicks to you then, the first sign of life sparking in his dull eyes. Recognition. His brows draw together, something unreadable twisting in his expression. 

“You’re too full of yourself. Two little boxes. Which one holds the finished product? I’ll just take both.” 

“That’s mine. Along with her.” His eyes darted over to you again. 

A giggle bubbles up before you can stop it. Light, breathless—real. It slips past your lips, echoing in the space between you and Chisaki.

Chisaki flinches. His eyes widen, but he doesn’t speak. He just stares. Like he doesn’t recognize you. Like he’s seeing something he never accounted for.

Dabi tilts his head, lips twitching. “Well, damn. Look at you.”

“You know what I think Overhaul? Someone so obsessed with erasing quirks shouldn't have one of their own.” Shigaraki places his hand around Chisaki’s cuffed arms, his quirk taking effect.

Chisaki's eyes widen, and for the first time, you see it—fear. Real, raw, unmistakable.

Not the cold calculation he always carried. Not the unwavering arrogance. Just fear.

His breath stutters, chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven pulls. His arms, the same ones that once reached for you in restraint, in control, graying and cracking under Shigaraki’s touch.

And something in you snaps.

Laughter bursts from your chest, unrestrained, unfiltered. It's bright, breathless—alive. It shakes your shoulders, tilts your head back. It feels good.

Shigaraki chuckles with you. “If we don’t cut that off, your whole body will turn to dust.” His red eyes flicker to you. 

“Why don’t you do us the honors, Y/n.” 

And you couldn’t be any fucking happier.

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two fics in one day and I’m not even high?!?!!

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tags: fluff, suggestive, heina era!sukuna, queen/wife!reader, nicknames, i believe in sassy sukuna

“enough with that useless nickname.”

You couldn’t help it, you loved to tease your husband. Sukuna had a temper that had all the courtiers and nobles in his court trembling in their sokutai. But for you, his queen, his resolve melted in your hands like putty. And nothing brought you greater joy than annoying him. 

Sukuna leveled you with a glare that could have brought the strongest soldier to submission, but you merely smiled in return. 

The nickname had been your newest torture method, brought to life one morning during the relatively common discourse that came with his meetings with the imperial court. You couldn’t help but notice how much your fierce husband resembled a tiger as he rattled off insults to his advisors. Ruthless and dangerous as he silenced cocky nobles with singular looks in their direction. 

The thought continued as you both sauntered to your bed chambers, and then settled into your shared yaedatami, Sukuna’s head resting in your lap as you carded your fingers through his hair. There was still that ever present glare on his tattooed face, though it was now softened by your doting. He resembled a tiger cub, cute and yet to be harmful.

“You look so much like a tiger, Your Highness. A tiny little cub.” You murmured out loud, smiling as Sukuna’s brows furrowing in confusion. 

“Are you well, wife?” He asked, his face hardening back into that stiff glare. “You call your king a…baby tiger?” 

Your fingers still sift through his hair as your smile broadened and you giggle, “Yes, Your Highness, you’re my little cub.” 

That night ended with Sukuna demanding you never call him that again and then facing away from you as you slept. 

(You woke up with his arm around your neck in a death grip…so clearly his anger was short lived. He could never sleep without your skin against his.) 

 You never did well with demands. It was part of why Sukuna adored you. 

★

“Are you enjoying your food, little cub?” You asked him at the dining table the next afternoon, absentmindedly sipping your green tea.  

Sukuna makes something like a growl in his throat, snapping the chopsticks in his hand in two, “You’ve ruined my appetite.” He fumed, slamming the broken chopsticks on the table and leaving swiftly, you watch his retreating back with barely concealed giggles. 

And so of course you persist, continuing to pester him with the nickname: 

“Is my little cub feeling alright?” 

“Have patience, little cub.” 

“Taste this wonderful tea I’ve made, my little cub.” 

“Isn’t this such an enchanting hitoe, little cub?” 

“Little cub, you need to be kinder.” 

Rumors spread throughout the palace of the King of Curses’ new status as the tiger cub to his Queen. What had first been a way to get a rise out of your husband quickly became endearing. You adored your husband, and the nickname represented the way you saw him, not as the feared King of Curses, but as your love, your little cub. 

But you figured you stop your teasing, he clearly found it maddening, and you didn’t want any servants to lose their heads once the gossip reached the king’s ears. 

★ 

You were taking a stroll through the palace gardens, Sukuna at your side nodding along to your laments of your queenly duties and the ladies court. He lived for the drama stirring between your ladies court, despite how much he claimed your chatter was a nuisance. 

You gave him a small, appreciative smile, “I love how you listen to me drone on, Your Highness.” 

Sukuna’s brows furrowed in confusion, usually he would give a dismissive response that you had to mentally decipher to figure out the compliment hidden underneath but now, he was silent. 

And so you continued to drone on, pausing at the sight of the koi fish swimming innocently in the small pond, “Aren’t they so adorable, Your Highness?” 

Sukuna stiffens at your words before crossing his arms with his usual suave arrogance, “You’ve ceased calling me that incessant nickname. Finally.” 

You fixed him with an understanding smile, “Of course, my king. I apologize for my continued teasing, I’ll never utter the name again. ” 

He took a short while to respond, “Good, it was ridiculous and frankly insulting.”

“Yes, my king.” You watched the koi dart through the water, golden scales illuminated by the moonlight. Through the corner of your eye you could see the slight discomfort in Sukuna’s usual glare…and decide to test the waters, “I will never call you my little cub ever again.” 

His gaze was damn near piercing as soon as the nickname left your mouth, and you had no time to react as he pulled you into him aggressively with a growl, pressing his lips to yours for a demanding and messy kiss you were sure the servants could see. 

“Again.” He growled for only a second before his lips were once again upon you, gnawing at your lower lip like a starved beast.

You were breathless and sure your jūnihitoe had been rumpled by your husband’s sudden eagerness. But you still mustered a smile at the desperate little look in Sukuna’s eyes, “Anything for you, my little cub.”

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tags: fluff, 18+, blowjobs, semi-public sex, lots of lipstick, satoru wears elf lip shimmer don't take it up with me take it up with gege

✧˖*° thinking about going to sephora with satoru...

“This one’s cute on you, ‘toru.” You hum, spreading the elf shimmer across his pink lips. They pull up in an endearing smirk, and you couldn’t help smiling yourself, it was unfair how pretty he was.

“Really? What shade is it?” He lifted your hand to read the shade on the bottle, the pale skin of the back of his hand covered in multicolored lipstick and eyeshadow swatches. 

You squish his cheeks together, his glossed lips pursing as you cock your head, “I like this one, ‘think I’ll get it too.” 

“Yeah?” Satoru’s arms circle your waist as he pulls you in closer, pressing his lips to yours in a messy and unecessary kiss. You’re sure people are staring. Youre breathless when he pulls away, smiling down at you innocently, “looks good on you.” 

You glance at a nearby mirror, “god, you’re such a perv.” You swipe at the residue across your upper lip and press your lips together, “but you’re right, should we match babe?” 

Satoru nuzzles his face into your neck as he smirks at you in the mirror, “I dunno, I think it kinda looks better on me.” 

“Does it?” 

“Mhm, I mean if I walk out of the store like this there’ll be a mob.” He presses a kiss to your neck, arms still circled around your hips, “you already have a hard enough time with me as is, baby, I wouldn’t want to give you any more trouble.” He gives you a ridiculous pout in the mirror and you flick him in the forehead, pulling yourself from his grasp and sauntering to another isle. 

You’re scrutinizing a wine colored Dior lipstick when Satoru totters after you, holding your already full basket of makeup. “That’ll look pretty on you.” He muses, eyeing a YSL burgundy colored lipstick before tossing it in the cart, “Ooh, and that one.” He grasps another violet lipstick beside it, “this one too.”

“Really? B-But I’m scared you’ll outshine me.” You say with faux sadness and Satoru chuckles. 

“i know, baby, not everyone can look this good.” He lilts arrogantly and you pinch his cheek, laughing as he winces. 

You glance back down at the red lipstick in your hand, scrutinizing the label, “Hm, says this is transfer and water proof. But I feel like they always lie.” 

“Really?” He says, hands finding their way around your waist once again, you can see his grin in the mirror, the one you know spells trouble, "Let’s buy it and test it out then.” Satoru murmurs into your ear.

You shake your head shamefully at him and place the red lipstick in the cart...But there’s already a smile pulling at your lips, “You’re right, we can also try out the other one’s as well.” 

✰

“seems Dior doesn’t disappoint.” You murmur, glancing at your lips in your compact mirror. The lipstick hadn't budged one bit, still perfectly dark red and in place upon your lips.

Satoru on the other hand…“You look soo prettyy, baby.” He slurs, completely and utterly overstimulated, cheeks flushed and eyes lidded. “Red is your color, girl.” You laugh at his delirium and he giggles in response, brushing a trembling thumb across your painted lips. 

“Thanks, babe,” You smile, pressing a kiss to his finger, “Let’s check one more time, you know I like to be sure about my makeup.” 

Satoru’s eyes widened despite the stiffness quickly returning to his spent cock, “I-I don’t think I can anymore, baby.” He tries, giving you a nervous smile.

“C’monn, this was your idea, 'toru.” The second Satoru handed his black card to the cashier at sephora, the two of you sauntered across the mall to a department store, with striped black and white bags in hand (or more in Satoru’s hands), and grabbed a random article of clothing before piling into the dressing room. That was only what, three orgasms ago..?

“And it’s already hard for me.” You murmured, stroking his cock in your warm grasp, acrylic nailed-fingers slick with his cum. “You don’t want to help me anymore, baby?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows, your red lips down in a pout, and fuck he couldn't refuse you when you look at him like that. 

“I-I do, it’s just—ah” You don’t give him a chance to finish as you take him into your mouth again, his thick length slowly disappearing between your lucious red lips. Satoru gives a nervous laugh, moaning at the feeling of your perfect tongue sliding along his cock. “Fuuuck, baby.”

It doesn’t help that you’re making little moans in the back of your throat as you do it, the little vibrations sending tingles throughout his whole body and he has to remind himself that he can’t be loud. 

You pull off him with a sigh, lips shiny with his pre but still so gorgeously red, “You gotta be rough with me, 'toru, c’mon. I know you love fucking my mouth.” 

If he wasn’t so fucked out he’d give a snide reply, but he doesn’t understand how he hasn’t passed out as you fasten your lips around him again. He’s whimpering as you deep throat him, then sifting his fingers through your hair and forcing you down on his cock, whining a little at the surprised sound you make as you slightly choke on him. 

Tears are springing to your eyes now and you’re struggling to breath, but there’s a thrill in that, you’re sure your panties are drenched and you’re dripping all over the floor of this department store changing room. Satoru’s practically drooling as he moans and whimpers, his words all gibberish as he sloppily fucks your throat. And then he pushes you down to the base, your nose nestled into his soft pubic hair as he empties his load down your throat. Somehow that makes you moan louder than he does. 

You ignore the urge to overstimulate him further, pulling off his softening cock and pressing a kiss to his stomach, “good job, Satoru," you coo, "you’re so good for me.” 

He pulls you up and into a kiss, much less messy than the one that got the two of you in here, more lazy and loving. When you pull away, you rub your thumb along satoru’s pink lips, not a trace of red in sight. “What the fuck is this stuff made of?” You murmur and Satoru chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“what are you made of, you almost killed me, girl!"  

You laughed, “Hey, you started it.” He pressed another kiss to the side of your lips, then your neck, then kneels down in front of you, his blue eyes twinkling as he looks up at you. You card your fingers through his hair as you smile down at him.

“and I’ll finish it too."

and then they got banned from the department store.

[wainawtmai]

☆ Gojo is always so cocky before you peg him. Confident, taking charge as if he's not about to be fucked from behind like a whore. He'll dirty talk you, try to fluster you with his honeyed words as you're pulling the strap on.

"Gonna fuck me so good, baby?" He purrs, wrapping his fingers around the pretty blue strap: perhaps to gauge the size. He jerks it a little, mirrors the way he'd stroke himself to the thought of being fucked senseless by you. "Hopefully you can keep up with me."

It's all talk, a veil of confidence only barely masking his desperation beneath, which burns hot and angry and threatens to ignite into something all-consuming if it isn't soon put out. You think of wrecking his ego, making him get down on his knees and suck the plastic for show. He'd look so pretty, looking up at you through his lashes as he served the strap with his mouth and tongue.

Oh but he's prepped and ready, and you're itching to erode at his cocky smile. You have him lay on his back, so you can watch as his lips curl downwards when you slide a finger into him, rather than the strap he's been promised.

"Fuck, I don't need it," he whines, tries to reach down and pull your wrist up and away from him but you swat him away with a tsk.

"You're so impatient."

"Just fuck me already."

Sweet Satoru regrets his words when you line your pretty blue strap up with his ass and push in only an inch of two. The sharp hiss of him steeling himself with a breath is music to your ears, and though he tries desperately to keep the cocky act up, you can see it slipping.

You give him another inch, and he bites back a moan. "That's... all you got?"

"No," you click your teeth. "But, it's all you'll get if you don't start begging, baby."

He gives you a look, tries his best to look annoyed, but his cock is so hard it hurts and the corners of his lips are curling upwards in a grin regardless. His pleads start out dramatic, joking.

"Please fuck me, babe," he drawls, but as you inch further inside of him at his request, he gasps. Very quickly, any cockiness in his tone is replaced by raw need. "Fuck, more—please, really, I need it."

His eyes are wide at the stretch, the all-encompassing fullness he's feeling, and the grief he feels when you pull almost all the way out of him.

"Wait don't pull out I'll beg I'll—"

His pleads get stuck in his throat when you push forward and bury your strap completely in his ass. Satoru chokes out the prettiest moan, meets your eyes for half a second as you pull back, and then falls into complete ecstasy as you snap your hips back into his again.

From there, he's gone. Malting into the mattress as you fuck him at the pace he responds best to—a torturous middle ground between painfully slow and so fast it's over too soon. Satoru whines, seemingly already overstimulated by your movements, but you're far from done with him.

Satoru Gojo is the strongest. He's untouchable, really, and here you are ten inches deep inside of him and watching as hot tears spring into his beautiful blue eyes. He's sweating, exerting himself entirely to taking all that you can give him; and you're sure he'd take more if you had it for him—he's at the base of your strap and whining like a whore on it.

"Close," his voice is quiet and desperate and you love the way it melts into the air around you. You fuck him harder, faster, a bruising pace that might be more for you than him, but he takes it with shaky breaths and a heaving chest because he's addicted to the shape of your plastic cock inside of his ass.

You fuck him through his orgasm, watch as his cock—which is reddening with angry need—spurts ropes of cum all over his stomach, pearlescent and almost unending. You smile at the sight, stalling your hips to let him catch his breath after cumming so hard without his cock even being touched.

He's a mess, sensitive and breathless as you trace your fingertips through the mess of cum glossing his tummy. Satoru watches with parted lips as you do so, half-expecting you to bring your fingers to his lips for him to clean up the mess he made. But you don't. Instead, you press down hard on his tummy and listen to the lewd noise that rips from his throat when you feel just how deep you are inside of him.

"Here, baby," you coo, grabbing at the wrist Satoru shoots down to try and pull your hand from his stomach with. You press his palm down onto his cum-covered stomach and have him feel for himself the bulge that you've created with the tip of your strap inside of him.

A moment passes, something flickers in your gaze that turns Satoru's mouth dry. "Don't move your hand, Toru, understand me? Keep pressing down."

Satoru parts his lips to protest, but you're pulling out and plunging back into his ass with a mean thrust of your hips before he can say a word. The nastiest moan slips from his lips, half ecstatic, half overstimulated.

"Fucking you so deep you can feel it from the outside, huh baby? Taking my cock so well, letting me use you like you're the toy."

Your words are enough to encourage Satoru into a second round; though this time you're meaner than before. You pull his legs up a little, manage a position that allows you to get impossibly deeper inside of him, and hen thrust your hips forward to test the water.

He's drooling. His lips are wet with spit and cheeks stained with new-flowing tears. He loves it, though, you can feel the clench of his ass in the way it becomes just that little bit harder to thrust into him. With each mean snap of your hips though, you watch as Satoru presses down harder on his belly to feel you bullying your plastic strap into his ass.

You find a nice pace and match it with your fingers wrapped around his cock. Stroking him only makes your lover needier, bucking his hips up instinctually just to gasp at how the movement fucks himself onto your strap too. By the time his second orgasm is approaching, you can't tell who's doing more of the work: he's frenzied and cumdrunk and can't see straight between the blinding pleasure and tears in his eyes.

"Good boy," you praise as he cums again, his whole body racked with tremors and his eyes quite literally rolling back as he releases all over the hand that presses down to feel you. You give him a minute, let his catch his lost breath and wipe his tears from his eyes with the hand that isn't covered in his own cum.

Though, once you're confident he's at ease enough for you to slowly pull out and start giving him aftercare, his legs lock around your waist and keep you buried deep.

You've never seen such a look on his face before—ravenous.

"Again."

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[wainawtmai]

oh my holy moly i hit ten thousand disco girls :( i might just cry. woah

ill do a celebration event thingy r an interactive porn or something i promise but just for now for today id like to say a very huge and enormous thank you to everyone who follows me for my silly an inconsistent porn and occasional hiatus of multiple weeks. i love all my anons, and all the FRIENDS that i have made holy shit ive made some friendships on this tumblr that i hold so close to my heart its insane.

i did this when i hit three thousand, and im gonna do it again. these are some of the best writers with the most beautiful souls and i love them all to bits and if i deserve your follow they deserve it ten-fold.

@lotties-ashwagandha stevie my biggest hater since day one. best writer i know, codes interactive fiction like me (read @banyangulf-if trust me)

@beanietopia the actual love of my life i cant do a day without beanie without feeling nauseous now. consistently does better than me in wordle though. beanie is so fucking talented and writes for SHIU KONG EVERYONE . i just came

@yemmuis MIMI MY BELOVED my girlfriend my will to live i will marry mimi one day i love her with the whole of my heart and her choso fics WILL leave you wet and breathless trust. me. (don't flirt with her tho i can fight)

@sqoa sequoia my darling needs to start posting again but if you aren't familiar with her works i very strongly recommend reading her drabbles. she writes gojo so well im frothing at the mouth begging for more from her daily. our discord dms are just me grovelling.

@gojoscinnamonroll yaz my darling my love the most beautful person i have seen in my whole life writes the sexiest shit ever. read her most recent professor rafayel fic trust im ROCK HARD but that might just be her presence im so in love with yaz

@indiewritesxoxo indie is probably my biggest inspo on tumblr, ive BEEN a huge fan forevers. literally just a gorgeous prose and indies general vibe to her writing makes me melt and cry and cum and die and im so obsessed its unhealthy.

@madamechrissy god the talents chrissy has is insane. wish wish wish wish wish i could write like that. i aspire to write like her actually AND SHE WRITES FOR LADS NOW trust you guys are in for the biggest treat ever good lord.

@screampied all of you know vegas already theres no one that doesnt and i am CLAIMING number one screampied fan position its mine suck on that. vegas i could never write the amount that you do and keep it so PRETTY and INTERESTING its witchcraft really.

@fushiguho every single last one of nys ideas and thoughts and feelings make me go weak in the knees i want to live in her brain and build a little house in there and lick her frontal lobe to transfer her thoughts to my head because holy moly. obsessed. number one fan again. my spot bitch!

@wainawtmai BALLS i love balls so much balls is my muse all i think about is balls and HAVE YOU SEEN THE SHIT SHE'S BEEN PUTTING OUT? im in love and kissing her as i write this god she's so talented

@madaqueue everything from quinn that comes up on my timelinei read twice. getting into genshin impact has gifted me a wider range of his library and i thank god every day for it because he is so FUCKING TALENTED and their mind speaks to me in ways no other could.

@buckiverse has a fic called lessons for zayne and i think about it daily. i read it in the car in a hospital carpark ironically and i have not been the same since. GOD the raw talent i cant i CANNOT i don't interact with you enough jupe im so toxic but please know i am so obsessed with you this is caleb level infatuation i have got going on

there are more. there are so many more and ive skipped so many beautiful writers, friends and mutuals so if ur not here i still love you and am inviting you into my bed as we speak. thank you so much for 10k i do NAWT deserve yall. please go check those writers out they're so talented

[wainawtmai]

your boyfriend satoru meant the absolute world to you. he was sweet, always spoiled you, and not to mention a huge fucking nerd.

you’ve always found yourself attracted to the introverted types that looked like they have never even spoken to a girl, and that was your man. the first night you met you let him speak to you about his favorite digivolutions for what seemed like two hours. he was a total social pariah, but you found that endearing about him. no one ever understood how satoru was able to bag a fine girl like you, but there was a secret the both of you kept from everyone else.

satoru was obsessed with porn, and he wanted to try everything he learned on you.

it didn’t help that satoru was also a bit of an attention whore at the same time, his twitter account having amassed hundreds of thousands of followers from the content he posted on there. at first he started by just reposting porn he found on the timeline, and before you two became a thing he tweeted the filthiest things he wanted to do to and with his future girlfriend. how lucky he was to have you fall in his lap soon after that! you instilled a confidence in him that he didn’t have before meeting you, and once you learned about his twitter you actually encouraged him to post more. aren’t you such an angel?

sex with satoru was always exciting. he knew how to switch things up in the bedroom, all thanks to his “gooner” fanbase, he likes to call them. he had to practically beg you to start filming whenever you two fucked, and how could you say no when he was whining your name so desperately like that? to satoru, fucking you was like breathing in air—he had to do it or he’d die. you couldn’t even worry about his phone recording the two of you, you were all too focused on the crown of white hair that was now nestled in between your legs.

satoru was obsessed with eating you out. he told you one of his favorite categories of porn to watch was men eating pussy, and he wanted to show you what he learned. this man had your legs folded up to your chest as he devoured you, his tongue lapping up your juices while trying not to lose himself too soon. “taste s’good baby..” he moans, chuckling to himself as you fight to squirm away from his hold. sometimes his glasses would slide down too much and he’d just throw them somewhere, which he always ended up regretting later. “you’re not going anywhere,” he warns once he comes up for air, spitting directly on to your pussy before sucking your clit between his lips. he got so messy with it, too. spreading his saliva all over your inner thighs as he made out with your lips, gently tugging them between his teeth. he could spend the whole day kissing every crevice of your body. well, almost the entire day. he still had to play digimon. 

and there’s nothing more that satoru wants than for you to cum on his tongue. after all the work he put in to make you see stars, why would he let the bedsheets get rewarded for all his hard work? he needs to literally be shoved off your pussy to get him to stop, which gets you met with his pouty lips and petulant stare. 

remember how you forgot that he was recording? right, now he’s showing you the video while already thinking of the caption he’d post along with it to his twitter account. of course you two went viral, being shared and reloaded by hundreds of porn accounts on the site. since then, your pervy boyfriend’s been asking you to record more of your intimate moments. 

you’re no better than him, though. you keep saying yes.

can you BELIEVE it guys 2 posts in one weekend i'm really hitting my stride.. anyways to that one anon who wanted me to make porn!addicted jjk to a series YOU WIN.. until i get another idea to write for .. also should i make a taglist idk how to go about that but anyway i got work soon beanie out xoxo

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[wainawtmai]

Sukuna who cries whenever he cums. He won’t acknowledge the tears that roll down his cheeks once his orgasm hits, marking them off as ‘sweat’ and nothing more. But it’s obvious it’s tears of pleasure, I mean cmon…. The cursed being had two cocks and probably aching fat balls, of course he’d be relieved when he gets to cum inside you or on you.

The first few thrusts were normal—or at least what’s normal for him. Each slam of his hips against you was brutal and dominating, meant to assert his power over you and make you remember who he was and who you were for him, leaving you a dazed moaning mess beneath him, barely able to register anything tiger then his twin lengths that were ruining your inner walls for any man that might try and take you from him. Lower arms holding your thighs open while the upper ones had both your wrists in one hand and the other supporting himself against the mattress. Each squeeze of your sobbing cunt around him had him grunting in pleasure, only increasing his pace the closer he got to his peak. The that held your wrists together let go of you, palm u g your breast and letting a mouth appear on his palm to take your nipple between its lips, teasing you further and chuckling almost mockingly at the yelp that left you

“Cmon brat… I know you wanna cum, hm? Don’t you wanna make me proud?”

Oh that smugness in his tone paired with the breathless voice was a dangerous combo, making him sound a lot more alluring and coaxing you to reach your own orgasm once he left a few swipes across your clit, making your back arch as you came around his cocks, earning a soft coo from him to hide the moan that wanted to slip past his lips. His hips now only moving with the mere purpose of making himself nut in your warm cunny, to fill you up and feel the bliss of it. Pounding you like you were a mere toy while his hands were removed from your breast and clit, fisting the bedsheets until they ripped under the sheer force. The sounds that left him were barely audible but they were there, small moans and grunts before he came deep inside of you, he’s titling back a bit and eyes squeezing shut so you wouldn’t see the tears that left him from how good that release felt. But, one tear drop fell onto your face, you might’ve been blissed out but fully aware of him

“Are you… crying?”

“No. I don’t cry, brat. It’s sweat”

Ah yes. ‘Sweat’ that was running down from his eyes and across his cheeks

“I didn’t know your eyes could sweat”

“Hush before I stuff my cock down your throat”

Tempting offer but you doubted your body could take more of his restless pounding

I saw someone say this on twitter but I don’t remember their @

[wainawtmai]

oh em gee this just hit 10k🥹

thinking of satoru dating mean!reader who absolutely despises any sort of pda. All of his students wonder how he’d even managed to woo you when you dodged his kisses, cringed at his excessive compliments, and shooed him away every time he tried to hug you like the touch-obsessed bug he was. It was a wonder that you guys were even together.

…well, it was kind of hard to brush him off when he was balls deep inside you.

“fuuuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.” satoru moans, that stupidly pretty grin on his lips as he watches your pussy absolutely swallow up the length of his cock. You tremble from the feeling, struggling to bite back your moans as his thick cock thrusts up into you. You hate the way the sound of his voice makes your body buzz with heat, a mix of embarrassment and lust that you both hate and love.

“so wet and ready for me all the time, aren’t you?” you know part of him does it to get a rise out of you, the sadistic little shit liked watching you squirm and sputter, all flustered at the sound of his voice.

and as per usual, you told yourself you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, “S-Shut up.” you mean for it to come off as a warning but it sounds more like a pitiful whine. You can’t help it with the way he thrusts up into you, mouthing sloppy kisses into your skin in between his sinful words.

“you know you love me,” he sings into your ear, “You loveee the way my cock fills you up, don’t deny it, babe.” as if to further emphasize his point he brings his hands to the meat of your ass, prying you further open and drilling into you, fucking into that spot that drove you insane. You couldn’t even try to hide your disgusting moans and whimpers, nails digging into the skin of his arms as you tried and failed to fight the pleasure.

“what did I say,” he sing-songs, bringing a hand to your clit and rubbing at it with quick circles, “I’ve turned you into such a pretty mess.” of course he still has that Cheshire-sized grin on his face, his crystal eyes mesmerized by the sight of your grinding hips and the slickness you leave along his cock with each thrust he makes into your trembling pussy. Listening to the desperate little sounds you swore you didn’t make when he pressed a finger to your clit. Rendered absolutely useless. He loved seeing you like this.

“so pretty.” satoru moans, his voice slightly slurring with pleasure, “so—fuck—g-gorgeous all fucked out for me.”

you mustered up what was left of your strength to slap a hand over his lips, silencing him as you shuddered from your orgasm. “shut up, s-satoru.”

But you could see that look in his eyes: framed by those annoyingly pretty white lashes, blue and mischievous—or at least more so than usual. He brought his own hand to your weakening one, pulling your fingers into his mouth and sucking on them with a loud whorish moan, all the while still pounding into you.

“Mnghfuck you, satoru.” You garble, whimpering with overstimulation despite still grinding down against his cock in time with his thrusts, you hated how much he knew you loved being overstimulated, the freaky little fuck.

He only hummed in response, too occupied with your fingers to respond, practically deep-throating your index and middle. You could feel his chest rumble with amused laughter as he watched you fall apart once again, your skin tingling with the shock of your double orgasm. He followed you soon after, aquamarine eyes lidding as he practically gagged on your fingers, emptying himself into you with a long, drawn out moan.

You tiredly pull your fingers out of his mouth, slightly missing the warmth, and practically fell on top of him. But before your eyes could flutter closed, you felt satoru throb, your cheeks heating as you remember the nasty fucker also had a thing for overstimulation.

You swear as he thrusts into you, fucking his milky cum dripping between your thighs back into you. And despite how much you tell yourself his words were annoying, his murmurs of imagining your fingers as your clit as he sucked at them, drove you to the edge all over again.

Maybe you didn’t hate it.