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𝔇𝔦𝔩𝔣 𝓐𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔲

DILF Osamu

chubby! reader cause Miya Twins eat chubby girls up

DILF Atsumu who ages like fine fucking wine. Who seems to get more attractive with age, in every way. Like his brother, he’s bulked up with age, big where he was once lean, pecs nice and round, arms big n strong enough to bounce you up and down his cock for hours. Stopped holding back his accent years ago, now completely confident after seein the way you shiver when he slurs his words in your ear. Retired off the court, and now coaching on the sidelines, he’s got the perfect gig to keep his body fit and his wallet fat. He feels now more than ever fit to take care of you.

DILF Atsumu who’s a natural sugar daddy. who’s dick gets hard when you spend his money. who pouts at ya anytime you come home empty handed, and pulls out his phone to check his transactions, little pout settling into a reassured smile when he sees the charges you left for him. At first you felt nervous at the sheer amount he gives you. “I make a lotta money, doll,” he says so nonchalantly when you worry at him for it, “would go to waste if i didn’t spend it on ya.” he’d wink, kissing your forehead. A little telepathic signal letting you know it’s okay, he wants to spoil you. “Everytime you whine about it ‘m just gonna order you a new lingerie set n fuck ya till ya get it through yer head.”

And he does. He’s such a pussy bully and he knows it! Pounds into your cervix at top speed till your head spins. His stamina has only grown with age, and with his newfound strength he can man-handle you into any position he wants you in. And he knows he can, knows he can fuck you better than you ever thought possible. Makes you scream his name as he rails you through your orgasm- and laughs at you. He’s so mean without even tryin :’(

“Pretty lil thing, gotcha cryin on my cock, huh?” he teases as he smacks the fat of your ass, grinning wickedly as he watches your body jiggle against the snap of his hips. “hope yer not done, darlin, we gotta long night ahead of us.”

Folds you into a press so he can see your tummy roll up under him, eyes glued to the way your tits bounce. Switched up his rhythm to see them jump just the way he wants.

DILF Atsumu who laughs into his groans as he fills you up. Who pulls out and presses your legs back to watch his cum ooze out of your pretty little abused hole. Eats it out of you too, he’s such a menace :’<

𝟒:𝟓𝟏 𝐀𝐌 | 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

satoru looks happy—the real kind. the kind where his lips are curved into a soft, giddy grin and not his usual smirk. the kind where his blindfold is pushed down to hang around his neck so you can see the little gleam in his eyes. the kind that makes him cradle a newborn in his arms and rock her gently as he kisses her temple every few moments.

“she has your eyes,” he says quietly, tracing over the soft skin of your daughter’s cheek with his thumb. his hand looks rather big compared to her tiny face, and you’re almost certain it’s hearts he’s tracing with each rounded motion.

“i know,” you murmur, watching relief dance around the corners of his expression.

“thank god,” he chuckles—and if there’s a wobble to his voice, you don’t point out. “she looks like me though. ‘s why she’s so cute.”

and normally, maybe you’d indulge him in a halfhearted argument, maybe you’d scowl and tell him to keep quiet for once, but satoru is happy. and it’s not just a thin blanket with tattered rips at the seams meant to cover the weight clung to his shoulders.

it’s real, and it’s woven seamlessly into the crinkles of his eyes.

“it’s our job as parents to think she’s cute,” you snort, “but she’s definitely the cutest baby i’ve had the pleasure of seeing,” you add with a little bit of pride in your voice.

“of course she is. she’s my baby,” he coos as he stares down at her, gently pinching her cheek. she stares up at him, comically small against his strong arms and broad chest, and when a tiny hand grasps around his finger, you pretend once more that his eyes aren’t wet and glossy.

“actually, she’s our baby,” you correct, glaring at him.

“you must be really sad you’re not my only baby anymore,” he snickers, looking at you with his usual smug grin. but there’s something on the edge of grateful and awestruck that’s in his eyes—and you think he stares at you like you’ve handed him a ray of light you plucked from the sun’s core, gently pressing the warmth to his palms and soothing over the cold and dry cracks on the skin.

satoru’s hands have mapped every inch of you, they pinprick the expanse of your skin with love that seeps from his fingertips in a steady stream. and they’re rough hands—they’re callused and sometimes they’ve got busted knuckles, but they’re gentle enough to create extensions of your love, and they’re gentle enough to carry the weight of a life and then some.

“news flash for you,” you stick your tongue out, “you’re not my only baby anymore either. and i pick favorites, by the way.”

“is it me? am i your favorite?” he asks with a bat of his lashes. you roll your eyes, softening them as they watch his breath hitch when the little bundle in his arms yawns slowly.

“no. you’ll never be my favorite,” you tease, and he pouts, hugging your daughter closer as he snuggles his cheek against hers. “she’s my favorite.”

“only a few hours in and she’s already causing heartbreak,” he mumbles, “she’s gonna be trouble.”

“like you,” you remind, and he grins, raw and free and all kinds of gleeful. you wonder if satoru’s ever been this content in a long time, and you think you have your answer when he sighs gently and shifts to lean back in his chair. “i think it’s my turn to hold—”

“just a bit longer,” he pleads, still staring down at her as he pokes at the tip of her nose. his thumb traces over her lips, smooths a few strands of thin white hair across her forehead, tucks her blanket higher up her chin. he doesn’t know what part of her is his favorite—so he settles on all of it. “she’s gonna miss me and cry if i give her to you, i’m a ladies man.”

“you’re a single man too, pretty soon,” you say dryly, but then his hand reaches for yours, silently begging for your touch to remind him that he can have her and he can have you—that one thing isn’t ripped from him to make room for the other.

so you reach back, let the cracks of his hands find shelter in the warmness of yours, let him speak all the words he can’t always admit through a small squeeze as he lets out a shaky breath.

“careful,” he hums, “people are really into dilfs. i’ll get snatched up pretty quickly if i’m back on the market.”

“they’ll send you right back when they realize you can barely change a diaper,” you snort, and then he squeezes your hand again, still rocking the small body in his arm as he chuckles quietly.

and satoru looks happy—the real kind.

cw pregnancy mention, gojo has a daughter, minors dni

Satoru has a fussy one-month-old in one arm and a cold bottle of pumped breastmilk in the other. 

It’s the dead of night, somewhere between 2 and 3 am, and it’s been just a little over three hours since you last fed the little bundle of joy, but she’s especially squirmy at this moment, and your husband has swooped in to collect her before she can wake you fully. It’s been a rough past few weeks, especially for you between recovering from a not particularly easy birth and dealing with the expansion of your little family from two to three. Gojo may have wished with every ounce of power that he could make your life easier - if he could have had the baby himself he absolutely would have - but he can only do so much. 

And he does everything he absolutely can. 

Bouncing her gently in his left arm, he sets up the bottle warmer, then leans on the counter to rock your daughter slowly back and forth. He has about six minutes to burn as he waits for the milk to be ready, and considers returning to your bedroom to glance over at you as you sleep. You’d been truly exhausted, loosely clinging to his neck as he moved you from the couch to tuck you into bed, murmuring his name and a sleep-softened word of thanks. It’s a relief so small that he offers you and yet you’re always so grateful, even with your eyes closed and barely conscious.

He loves you so much. 

Your little girl is so tiny in his arms but her weight in his hands is something incredible. She’s quieter now, still bundled warmly, and Gojo holds her with two hands to take her in fully, as he does so often these days. Clear blue eyes mirror his and wisps of white hair peek from under one of the many hats his students knitted for her. Despite the fact that she is his spitting image, he still finds it so hard to believe that she truly belongs to him. 

Him. He is her father. She is his. He is hers.

Her gaze at him is so focused sometimes that it feels almost like a challenge but his heart swells the longer he looks at her. He kisses her forehead then holds her close to his chest.

An alert goes off and he picks up the now warm bottle to test it on the back of his hand, then moves to the living room to feed her. 

His daughter closes her eyes as she drinks but Gojo cannot take his eyes off of her. He hums as she suckles and strokes at her cheek every so often with his thumb. She favors him so much in appearance but he’s constantly searching for you in the baby’s features, and he always finds it. You are her mother after all. 

There’s a saying that men who have a lot to prove are blessed with daughters, and at least in this case, it is proven to be true. He promises with every fiber of his being that he will be so very good to her and of course, to you.

anon requested:

Can I request a n/sfw with Whitebeard where he uses his devil fruit for ummm vibrations and such? Please and thank you!!

Written by: Bee 🐝 @secretsnailor Anon. Are we friends? Did one of my friends write this as a gift for ME? If so, thank you my friend. :D And if NOT, anon. We should be friends because your ideas? 🤝 Go hand-in-hand with mine! I had already started writing something for this and this gave me the boost I needed to finish, so THANK YOU. You didn't say which gender, so I hope F!Reader is alright! If not, you can always come back and ask for GN/M because 🙈 I love me a good Whitebeard prompt.

Whitebeard x F!Reader / NSFW  / 2.5k Summary: Learning Whitebeard could vibrate his own dick, you were determined to try it at least once. How could you not? Warnings: Size difference, cock warmer, kinda exhibitionism, and comes on reader.

You moaned shakily as you felt the walls of your vagina clamp down on the cock currently stuffing you full. It was hard to breathe, the stretch of it on the cusp of too much. Even worse—or better, it really depended on your point of view—the low vibration that caused his dick to constantly jitter inside of you was driving you crazy. Still, the vibration was so weak it barely did anything except work you up with no hint of release.

A dark chuckle made his dick twitch within you and you keened. How long had you been in this position? It felt like ages. You almost regretted asking to do this. Almost. But really, how could you resist? You’re not sure how it came up, but once you found out that Edward could vibrate his own dick you were a goner. You absolutely had to try. Why the Gura Gura no Mi was even capable of doing that was of little concern to you. However, as always, he was worried about hurting you. Although you were taller than average, averages meant nothing to this beast of a man. Edward only agreed to try after you were thoroughly adjusted.

Which brought you to your current position. You were basically a cock warmer for him at this point, something he was greatly enjoying no doubt.

“Doing okay, my dear?” Whitebeard rumbled affectionately from above you.

“Fineeee,” you drawled, sucking down the spit gathering in your mouth. “I’m—ah—ready?” you offered timidly. As expected, all you got back was a distracted hum.

The arm that was pressed against your stomach shifted slightly as he used his hand to flip the page. Edward had positioned himself with his legs stretched out, sitting up in bed, an arm keeping you against his chest. Sitting on his lap like this, you had nowhere to go. He was reading a book while you got ‘comfortable’, he claimed.

An excited knock at the door made your eyes widen as you started squirming. Edward’s arm didn’t move; instead, it pinned you harder against his chest as an excited voice called out, “Pops!” The pressure of his arm against your stomach made all the air whoosh out of you as you struggled to breathe.

It was Ace. Luckily, enough bitching had taught him to at least knock now, whereas before he would just barge right in. Still, Whitebeard put down his book and grabbed up the discarded blanket and pulled it over your legs—covering his as well—letting up the pressure and allowing you to take in more air.

“Eddie,” you hissed with concern. “Let me up!”

“Come in!” Edward called, ignoring you completely. Your nails dug into his skin as you watched with terror as the door swung open.

“Hey Pops! Hey y/n!” Ace greeted. You mumbled back before folding your arms over Edward’s forearm and burrowing your head into them. As if trying to hide away would stop this from happening. Or distract you from the still buzzing cock inside you.

“What’s wrong with her?” You heard Ace ask quizzically, likely gesturing at you. Normally you weren’t this anti-social.

Edward’s answering laugh jostled you from your perch, his cock adjusting minutely inside. You bit down on your tongue hard enough that the taste of copper filled your mouth and you swallowed blood along with your saliva.

“She’s not feeling well but won’t sleep until I do,” Eddie answered, the sound strangely distant as ringing filled your ears. Swallowing desperately, you worked to keep your breathing level as the bouncing dick kept going. “Women,” he said, tone fondly exasperated. Silently you seethed under the sexist implication but said nothing, fearing that if you tried to argue Edward would simply increase the vibrations and make you moan right into Ace’s face.

The sheer embarrassment at the thought alone made you clench your vagina and Edward chuckled. The arm around you moved, as he adjusted slightly, probably looking casual as Ace chattered on unawares. But for you, the arm lifted you just a tad, letting you feel the long slide of his cock as it convulsed its way out of you.

You grit your teeth against the slow drag as his cock slid out a few meager inches before slowly settling you back down. The ride made you bite into his forearm, trying desperately not to moan but, despite trying, a low groan managed to escape. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes in shame. Still, it didn’t stop your hips from wiggling, chasing the feeling. But it was no use, his length was once again fully sheathed inside of you.

“You okay? Pops, should I get Marco?” Ace asked, all sweet concern and you could have just died. After this you were going to kill Whitebeard, you swore it. For a breath, the low pulsing increased, and you choked before it went back to its regular simmering pressure. You’d kill him after he made you cum, you decided, need curling in the pit of your stomach.

“Nah, she’ll be fine,” Edward said, smile apparent in his voice. You shook on his arm. Another short knock made you glance up as he called out another, “Come in.”

Marco strolled in casually, hands in his pockets. “Hey Pops…” he trailed off, his blue eyes widening as he met your desperate stare. Silently you begged and Marco frowned with understanding.

Quickly he walked over to Ace and slapped him upside the head. “OW! What the fuck, Marco—” The rest of the sentence was cut off as Marco grabbed one of Ace’s ears and started pulling him towards the door.

Once Marco slammed Pops’ door closed, Ace shook his ear free with an annoyed grunt. “What was that for?!”

“Are you seriously that dense yoi??” Marco asked, just as irritated. He placed a hand on Ace’s shoulder trying to hurry him down the hall, but Ace stood firm.

“What are you talkin’ about?! I was just talking to Pops! Stop pushing me!”

“Fine yoi. I’m leaving, you can stay to listen.”

“Listen to what—”

A loud scream made Ace jump before he turned to the door with an ‘o’ of surprise. Marco’s stride lengthened as he tried to escape down the hall.

The scream is shortly followed by a moan that echoed and Ace’s brain connected some dots.

“Eddie—” your voice panted, and Ace finally got his feet to move as he scrambled after Marco.

"Yo, Marco, wait up!"

Once the door had closed, you hissed out an angry, “Edward what the fuck is wrong with you—” Before the vibration finally, finally increased to something other than a low rumble. Instead, it’s q u a k i n g within you and the words die in your throat as you croak.

Then his arm falls away, to be replaced with a hand wrapped around your waist. Quicker than you can comprehend he lifts you up, almost fully displacing his cock before roughly slamming you back down.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you scream; as the orgasm that had been hovering at the edges of your gut is forcibly released. You go limp, his hand still supporting your waist, as you try to breathe through the shock.

Whitebeard moved, taking you with him. You moan loudly as his still buzzing dick slipped out a little before it was pushed back in. “Eddie—”

“Shush, just relax, little one.” His bulk settles over you as he gets on all fours, bracing one forearm against the mattress, his other hand still wrapped around your stomach, holding you aloft. It’s hard to focus, the recent orgasm still sending sparks of pleasure down your spine.

So, when you feel him slowly pump you up and down on his cock your eyes widen as your hands grab onto the fingers of the hand suspending you in the air.

“Wait, Eddie, the vibrations, I’m still sensiti—ahhhhh!” The words morphed into a drawn-out groan as his pumps got a little faster.

Edward grunted but didn’t seem like he heard you—or just didn’t care—as his hand worked up a rhythm. Overstimulation made you whimper as pain and pleasure fizzled over your body. Still, whether it was because you’d been on the edge for so long or something else, your body quickly got interested in the proceedings again.

Unpleasant aches quickly turned into electricity prickling over your skin. Edward’s massive hand cradled you firmly, using you just like a fleshy onahole and you moaned at the thought.

“Eddie, please I—oh oh oh!” You tried to talk but quickly descended into breathy little moans. He didn’t let up his constant pace. Every time he was fully seated all the air left your lungs, he was so large.

When he withdrew enough you could suck in some air, you rushed out in one long breath, “Wanna see you—”

Abruptly the air was knocked back out of you as he thrust back in. His cock was still buzzing, the twitches against your walls along with his girth made the feel of it delicious.

The next slide of his cock out of you is slowed down, a deep grind that leaves you putty in his hand before he withdrew completely.

He laid you gently down on the mattress and you quickly flipped over onto your back.

“Not gonna last long,” he grunted out in warning before a large hand wiggled between your back and the bed, lifting you up easily.

“That’s fine,” you replied, squirming eagerly in his hand as he lowered you back down towards his cock. You couldn’t really see anything like this as you spread your legs, his frame much too tall, but you liked being able to feel his body against yours, the hard panes of his abs catching against your breasts and dragging against your nipples. His cock head once again breached you and you threw your head back with a moan.

Your fingers dug into his skin as he once again started thrusting, no more teasing. He was chasing his own pleasure now you figured. The vibrations had finally ceased, which you figured meant that he was beginning to lose focus. The thought of bringing such a large man to his knees in such a way shot a thrill of a different kind through you and your toes curled as you let out another loud groan, knowing the noise always spurred him on.

“Close, little one?” Edward asked and you shook your head, unable to speak as his speed increased. You were close but familiar enough that just his thrusts like this wouldn’t get you off as it was. “Fuck,” he muttered, tone annoyed before his cock started vibrating again, rough and jolting, the fastest he’d ever done it.

Your eyes widened. “Edd-iiieeeeeeee,” you cried out with shock.

“That’s it, come for me. You can do it,” he praised, keeping up with his thrusts. One particular angle hit something inside you that had you seeing stars as you arched your back, crying out as another orgasm slammed through you, a sudden crest of a wave washing over you and you shook with the intensity of it.

“Finally,” Whitebeard said before pulling you completely off him. Settling you back down on the mattress, you blinked at him through dazed eyes as he settled back on his knees, dick in one hand hovering over you. He stroked himself, his blue eyes hungrily taking you in.

His hand gave his large cock one last twist before he groaned, and a ribbon of hot spunk hit your stomach. Your mouth opened wide, stunned before several more thick ropes smacked onto your skin. Quickly you shut your eyes and mouth as you felt another spurt of heat land across your neck and a little over your mouth.

Salt filled your mouth as you flinched when your face was covered. When you heard Edward let out a long sigh of relief and nothing else hit you, you slowly sat up wiping at your still closed eyes.

A piece of cloth was pressed into your hands and you angrily cleaned away the residue from your face.

Blinking them open, your eyelashes stuck together a few times before becoming unclumped. Glaring up at him, Edward looked back calmly, unabashed.

“Why did you do that!? I’m covered!” It was true, you could feel his cum drip down your body and pool into your lap from where you sat. He laughed.

“Just wanted to see you like this. You look great, my love.” You licked your lips and, at the salty tang, pulled a face of disgust.

“Fuck you, I’m taking a shower.” You began to move before Edward hummed and, quicker than you were expecting, knocked you once more onto your back.

Trapping your arms with one hand he loomed above you, smiling. “Now, now little one. Who said we were done? Stay still.”

His mouth settled over your stomach before sucking lightly and you squirmed. His hand tightened around your arms in warning, and you settled back. A warm tongue flattened against your stomach before licking a path up your chest, taking with it any globs of cum that remained.

“Eddie!” you cried out, embarrassed, but he didn’t stop. His tongue ran over every part of you, licking across your neck and collarbones, dipping into your armpits before trailing down. You could feel every ridge and bump as he lapped large strokes over your trembling thighs.

You couldn’t help it, you spread your legs and felt him chuckle. His eyes pierced into you as he glanced up, laugh lines crinkled as he smiled. “Need something?” he asked smugly, breath fanning out over your still dripping core and you shivered.

“Please,” you whispered as you stared back. His smile widened.

“Please what?”

You groaned with frustration. “I want your tongue!” you said snappishly as your hips twitched upwards.

“Oh?” Edward moved forward, past your waist and you let out a whine. His tongue dragged over your face, licking away the remaining traces of his semen before dipping into your mouth.

You let it fall open, utterly trapped as he held you down and took, his tongue delved into every corner. You tried to respond, licking and sucking back before he withdrew from the kiss. The blue of his eyes was hardly visible, instead, they were mostly inky black pupils blown wide.

“Eddie, please!” you shouted this time and he smirked, pleased at your neediness.

“There you go. Good girl, you can get a reward.” Easily he moved back between your legs before his tongue finally pressed itself against your used entrance and you keened.

The warmth of it lapped at you before the tip flicked inside and you ground back on the pressure. His lips closed around your entrance and sucked. You arched your back trying to wiggle your arms free so you could grab on to something—anything. But he was a wall, keeping you in place so you could only accept whatever he wanted to do with you.

Drawing back, he hummed again. His eyes took in your heaving, twitching body. You felt as though you might catch fire, your blood boiling in your veins under his heady stare, your body on a knife’s edge of too much yet not enough pleasure. Whitebeard licked his lips.

“Want to go again?”

And you did.

─ "You planning on coming back to bed anytime soon or what?"

You look over your shoulder at the sound of your husband's hoarse voice, wincing a little at the thought that you’d woken him up.

( Or rather, she did…)

However, between the two of you, you were the only one with enough self-awareness to feel guilt over it. Your daughter, on the other hand, continues teething on the strap of your nightgown as you try to make her a bottle, not a care in the world aside from her hunger.

"Soon, I promise. I'm sorry we woke you up."

Ran waves a hand at you in dismissal as he pushes himself up off of the wall he’d been leaning against.

"It’s fine, love. Wasn't sleeping anyway."

You give him a remorseful smile when he fails to hide his yawn, arms extended as he stretches. He grins and follows you into the living room, sitting on the arm of the couch, watching the two of you with the attentiveness of a husband and father. He slouches a little as he looks down to peek at her over your shoulder. Big, watery eyes stare back at him as his daughter continues biting at the fabric, tiny fists holding on to the thin strap for dear life.

She drools some more as you screw the cap shut, scrunching your nose at the feeling. Your husband snorts at the sight, poking a finger into the fat of her cheek.

"She's gross."

You turn to kiss her cheek as she reaches her sticky fingers out towards her father.

"I know she is. She’s teething," you say, words muffled against her baby soft skin.

He leans further into you both, bumping his nose against hers gently.

“Stinky girl, aren't you?”

He pulls back to kiss your forehead, reaching for her in the process.

"Come here, baby. Let's give your mama a break."

"Go put a shirt on, she'll spit up on you too."

"Nah, it'll be fine."

You shrug and stand to go wipe her drool off of you. He’ll find out soon enough, you think. She's temporarily satisfied with sitting on her father's lap, babbling at him in a language he didn’t quite understand just yet. He plays along nonetheless while tiny fingernails scratch at his tattooed skin, as if she had a message of immediate importance she needed to deliver. He moves a hand to support her back, the other reaching for her palm as he splays it against his own. His eyes soften at the sight and he shakes his head to rid himself of the emotions creeping up. Clearing his throat, he calls out to you, motioning towards her fist.

“Did we not just cut these?”

You turn around, sighing as your line of sight falls onto the nails digging into his skin. The teething alone had proven to be overwhelming, but to watch as she continued to grow, as she grew faster every day ─ you often wondered if his chest felt as tight as yours. There was nothing the two of you could do to stop the inevitability of it all─ nothing but bear witness to every phase and every stage.

“I’ll try and do them again when she falls asleep. I think she’s been scratching at herself too.”

He lays her in his lap, inspecting her limbs. There’s a long faded red mark on the left side of her thigh, and another on the underside of her arm.

“Jeez, baby. What’s the deal?” He kisses her nose and she giggles, lifting a spit covered hand to tug at his hair. He makes a face of disgust at her and you laugh as you make your way over with the bottle, handing it to him.

…

He tried.

He really did.

But her happiness was short lived, as she turned this way and that to avoid the bottle in his hand.

“Why is she only like this when I try to feed her?” He furrows his brows, begging her to ease up on him. She refuses to indulge him and you feel his insecurities fester.

It was a constant worry of his throughout your pregnancy, one that he hadn’t voiced till you got closer and closer to your due date. He was scared that she’d hate him ─ terrified that she’d be better off without him.

Though it had proven to be difficult, you’d done what you could to reassure him. It wasn’t until the nurse had first placed her in his arms that he understood what it all meant ─ what it was all supposed to mean. There was a role he was meant to fulfill, and with the surge of emotions he constantly felt around her, he didn’t think it would be difficult at all. He’d avoided your gaze at the time, concealing the tears he had shed over her ─ the child that was part him and part you.

When the two of you had fallen asleep, he had kept watch, leaning over the bassinet to stare at her, long finger hesitantly stroking the skin of her cheek. He’d wondered then, how it was possible for a father to abandon his own kin… He wondered how his father had been able to do it to them. He didn’t understand it at all. He doesn’t think he ever will.

─

He winces as she kicks at him, cheeks red and angry. His heart hurts as she cries.

“What the hell did I do? What happened?”

“It’s not you, baby. I told you, she's teething."

He looks at you in confusion, stress etching his face. You kiss his jaw before you reach for her ─ a weak attempt at easing his concern.

"Ran, go back to bed. You have work tomorrow. I'll stay up with her here."

"No."

“No? Why not?”

You hold her against your shoulder, rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her. You adored them both, you really did. But when his attitude clashed with hers, your exhaustion increased tenfold, and all you could do was wait for it to pass over.

You think he senses this, listening to him groan as he leans back into the couch.

“Can’t you just bring her back to our room? I can handle the crying, it’s fine. I’ll take her back to her crib when I get up in a couple hours. Just ─ “

He cuts himself off and looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck. You wonder what it was that he had wanted to say.

Let me be there.

Don’t do this on your own.

Don’t leave me alone.

It didn’t matter. You understood.

“Can I ─ ?”

You hum, nodding as he takes her out of your arms once more. You follow him back to the room and he lifts her up high into the air as she cries and cries and cries.

“God, you’re annoying.”

You smile as he brings her close to him, biting her cheek.

“Just like your mama”

You punch him in his gut and glare at him as he chuckles, throwing an arm over your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

─

He tries to feed her again once you settle into bed while you look over his shoulder at her reluctance to even consider the bottle.

“Okay, she hates me.”

You laugh at the look of terror on his face and press a kiss to his shoulder.

“I think she just doesn’t want the bottle,” you hum, leaning for the small towel you kept beside the bed.

“She’s not hungry?”

“No, she is.”

“So what’s the problem?”

You sigh.

“You won’t get everything you want all the time, you know,” you coo at her as she fusses in your arms. “Your dad is trying very hard.”

His heart melts at the sight ─ at the sight of you, the sight of her, the sight of you and her.

You pull at the strap of your nightgown and she latches onto you eagerly, wincing as she bites at you in an attempt to soothe her gums.

“Oh. Yeah I can’t help her in that department.”

You smile at him softly, brushing the hair out of her face as she finally calms down. He lays beside you, head propped up against his palm as he watches. You figure his eyes are on her, not paying him any mind as you wipe at the drool around her mouth. It’s only when you look up that you realize his gaze had been fixed on you the entire time, filled with all the love in the world.

"What?" you whisper.

"You're sexy.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you laugh. His smile grows at the sound.

“Perv.”

He presses a kiss to the back of your hand, pressing another to your wrist, making his way up, higher and higher ─

The two of you are brought back to reality when she whimpers at the disturbance, tiny grip tightening against your gown.

He gets closer, leaning his head against you as he watches her.

“My apologies, your highness. Please, continue.” He gestures to your exposed chest as she stares at him. You bite your lip in an attempt to hold back your laughter at his comment, not wanting to startle her.

The two of you watch as she fights against the sleep that had filled her veins, slowly succumbing to it. You cover yourself, laying her down onto the bed as her blinking slows and her breathing evens out.

“Can you take her back?”

He nods, lifting her into his arms gently, heart warming when she nuzzles her cheek into his shoulder. He presses soft kisses to her mussed up hair all the way to her nursery. It was late. He’d have to be up in a few hours and he was certain she’d be up too…yet a part of him couldn’t help but miss her already.

Your daughter had one of the most powerful men in Tokyo wrapped around her tiny finger and she didn’t even know it.

─

You’re waiting for him to get back and turn off the lamps when he walks in with a deadpan look on his face. You blink at the substance on his chest and he glares as laughter overtakes you.

“I tol-”

“Yeah, yeah. You told me so. I know.” He rolls his eyes, as he heads to the restroom. He walks out a few minutes later, talking to you absentmindedly while he looks down, adjusting the waistband of his sweats.

“Babe?” He looks up when he isn’t met with a response, guilt flooding his veins.

You had fallen asleep.

There weren’t enough hours in the day anymore, it seemed ─ not enough at night either. He shakes his head at the chaos your daughter must put you through while he was away and figures he should kneel before you and kiss your feet in appreciation. Ran turns the remaining lights off before covering you with a blanket, pulling you into his arms.

His voice is low as he speaks into the darkness of the room. I love you, he says, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. He says it again as he kisses your ring finger.

He thinks of tomorrow ─ thinks of kissing you goodbye with his daughter on your hip. He thinks of your grip on her tiny wrist, helping her wave at him as he pulls out of the driveway. He thinks of how terribly he aches to come back home as soon as he leaves.

The thought had crossed his mind a few times during your pregnancy, but he finds that recently, it’s all he’d been able to think about.

Ran wonders if retirement would be an option for him.

He wonders how Rindou would react. He wonders what Mikey would say (or if he’d even allow it). And he wonders how you would feel about it. You, who waited for him. You, who had been so patient with him time and time again. You, who had given him more love than he’d ever expected (more than he thought he deserved) in the form of your daughter.

You, his lover, his wife.

He thinks he knows the answer as his grip tightens against you.

He would need to schedule a meeting with Mikey soon.

LOCKER ROOM !

PAIRINGS : Varsity basketball player! Rindou x fem! reader.

CONTENT : 18+ mdni. exhibition. jealous rindou. established relationship. oral (reader receiving + giving). handjob. slight hair pulling. cum swallowing. brief nipple play. no aftercare. nickname (princess).

WC : 1.3k

Reblogs are highly appreciated!

Varsity basketball player Rindou who can’t help but drag you into the men’s locker room, just before his match. He can’t help it — you just look so fucking cute wearing his jersey, which is a little too big on you. Clad in his jersey on top and skimpy shorts underneath, everyone has their eyes on you.

He loves it, loves that you wore it out there, for everyone to see and know who you belong to and he’s going to make sure everyone does. It pisses him off how others, especially the guys on the other team, ogle at you ; eyeing you, his pretty girl up and down, so intently. Having had enough, he drags you into the empty locker room and shuts the door, a little too hard. Immediately he has his hands all over you, groping every part of your body.

Usually he’d pull off your shirt first, to play with your pretty tits. But not today, because right now his oversized jersey which you’re wearing is driving him nuts. Slipping his hands under the t–shirt, he caresses your waist, then your tummy, moving his impatient hands further up and up until they reach your tits. Cupping them, twisting and pinching your nipples. It already has arousal pooling in your shorts, you’re whimpering and softly moaning his name.

“So pretty f’me.. only for me, right?” he lowly whispers in your ear, face buried in the croon of your neck. “Mhm only fo’ you...”— he lazily grins at your words, “And you’re mine, right princess?” you reply a little too quick, in a high pitched voice “All yours baby, only yours!” Your eager response plus your hand tracing down, from the tattoo on his chest to his completely hard clothed dick. Rubbing and stroking it, applying slight pressure on his tip. Groaning he completely pulls out his hands from under your shirt and brings them to your ass.

Large hands kneading the flesh of your ass as he lifts you up against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist. His lips are immediately on your glossy ones. The kiss is rough and messy, it has you all hot and bothered. Tounges rolling against each other, clashing of teeth and your hands find their to the base of his hair, threading your fingers through them. Pulling away after a few minutes, breathless.

He immediately has his lips on your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin there. “God, you look so fuckin’ pretty like this.” Looking at your dazed out expression and hooded eyes showing just how needy you’re for him. The red marks adorning your neck are enough to have him more riled up. Smirking when he is confident that everyone could see the marks when you go out there.

Nimble fingers finding their way to your clothed clit, rubbing it with enough pressure to have you all dizzy. Satisfied he sets you down on a bench peeling off your shorts, watching a string of your arousal connecting your shorts breaking off while he pulls them down on your ankle. “Already so wet for me, hm? And no panties... how naughty.” It has you so embarrassed, blood rushing to your cheeks ; you look away when you hear him chuckling.

He gets down, his face between your legs and his firm hands prevent your thighs from closing. Kissing your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your cunt at an annoyingly slow place. Looking up to you, he meets your glossy eyes, his vision moving down to your marked neck and then his jersey which was flipped up halfway. You looked so irresistible, the desperate look on your face plus grinding your hips forward greedily to finally have his lips on your cunt, he couldn’t hold it back now. Hooking you legs onto his shoulder, he encourages you to wrap your thighs around his face.

Spitting on your cunt and watching the glob run down, he dives in quickly. Sucking your clit, lapping and licking your folds harshly, it has you crying out loud in pleasure. Flicking against your clit and nibbling it when you tug his hair. You taste so heavenly and your pretty moans, he just can’t get enough of you. You know you’re being too loud and anyone who walks by could hear you but you couldn’t care less, not when he was eating you out like you are his favourite meal, which you actually are!

His skilled tongue swiping up and down your slit and then in your gaping hole. The immense pleasure and the thrill of possibility of getting caught any moment has you cumming within a few minutes. Hooded eyes rolled back, legs shaking and back arching, he knows just how to turn you into a mess. Exhaling heavily you look down at him through your blurred vision, his hair is disheveled, lips and chin glossed from your juices and he’s licking his lips to not miss out on a single drop, smirking up to you, “C’mon princess s’your turn now, get on your knees now.” He’s getting up and sitting on the bench while you get down on your knees for him, desperately trying to pull down his shorts to suck him off.

Met with his long, heavy dick, swollen tip leaking with precum. He could quite literally see hearts in your wide blown pupils. Parting your lips and licking them in anticipation, you quickly get ahold of his shaft. Landing a glob of spit on his dick and wrapping your dainty manicured hand around his dick, stroking it slowly, thumb swiping across his slit. Fingers running over his prominent veins, giggling when it twiches in your hand. His jaw’s clenched, brows furrowed and patience running thin. Every passing second he’s not inside your pretty mouth, feels like torture.

Soon enough, you start pressing kisses up his length, and suddenly he grabs your hair, guiding you to take him in “Now princess, don’t keep me waiting, i got a match— ah” He groans, throwing his head back and biting down his lips to stiffle his groans when you take him in completely. Flattening your tongue against his dick and running it along his prominent vein. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing your head and swirling your tongue around his tip, making him feel so fucking good. He grabs your hair in a fist and tugs on them to quicken your pace. Harshly thrusting his hips against your mouth, his tip hits the back of your throat and he’s groaning out loud, shamelessly. “So good princess, you’re doin’ so good f’me. Yeah, ah, just like that. M’so close.” Deepthroating him and fondling with his balls sends him over the edge, shooting hot and thick spurts of cum down your throat.

Opening his eyes and looking down at you, a few seconds after calming down from his high, he intently watches you swallowing his cum like a champ. Opening your mouth enough to show him how you didn’t miss a single drop. Tongue sticking out, with a lazy smile and hazy eyes looking up at him. He swears he just fell in love with you for the nth time. Bringing his hands to stroke your face and tell you how good you’re for him and how lucky he is to have you — when suddenly the door’s banging. Quickly getting up, you’re pouting and you can see him frowning, wanting to have this moment with you. Nonetheless, you both get dressed, knowing just how important this match is for him.

Rushing out to the court, he gives you quick kiss on forehead, possessively holding your waist all the way from locker room. Lazingly smirking, knowing that everyone could see the pretty marks on your neck and what you both just did. Just before he leaves, you whisper a small “g’luck rin...” in a shy yet teasing manner, your manicured hands trailing from his biceps down his chest, till they reach the band of his shorts. Slyly smiling and winking at him, when your eyes meet. Quickly running to the seats when you hear his teammates calling for him, knowing well — now that you have teased him, he’ll make sure you pay for it after the match ends.

The anticipation of what’s to come, has your thighs pressed together the whole match, thinking about what will happen later. And him looking straight at you, when he scores points for his team just fuels it. You already know it, you’re in for a ride today!

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

incubus!Ryomen Sukuna x f!reader

genre. forbidden love, romance, smut

s. who knows how many lives we have lived and how many we have forgotten in the course of our existence. “you should be grateful ….” he says with a smirk as you feel a strange connection building between the two of you

cw. huge cock!Sukuna, mild dubcon at first, size kink, dirty talk, oral, fingering, squirting, manhandling, creampie, praise, tits play, belly bulge, cumflation, 69, doggy, mating press + plot twist | wc. 6K

cw. lower-ranking incubus!Yuji — Yuji is Sukuna’s underling

an. Sukuna in his incubus form has 4 arms and horns + his usual tattoos — rbs + interactions are appreciated — m.list

There is a sculpture at the entrance to the private college you attend.

A beautiful naked woman lying on what is supposed to represent a bed trying to push away a monstrous being, with horns and wings, who wants to lie with her.

You have always found the work interesting. The way the artist carved into the white marble the woman’s frightened expression, the draping of the sheets beneath her, the scary being laying its claws on her flesh.

“You’ve been looking at this statue for three years, it’ll be there tomorrow too,” the blonde’s voice made you wrinkle your nose, “the new sensei is coming today, come on, I’m curious”.

They were all in trepidation for the arrival of the new art history teacher. The only man who would be present inside the women’s college you’ve been attending for three years now. Everyone had been talking about him for weeks and finally, after winter break, he had arrived.

The art room had never been so full and after getting a glimpse of the new sensei you could see why.

He looked anything but like a teacher. His pink hair was pulled back tied in a small bun, his tattooed arms were clutched in the white t-shirt he wore, and his biker boots pulled tight around his ankles.

Something about him made your stomach tickle as the lessons got deeper.

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Main Story

PT.1

Summary | You’re a single mom with one very talkative and intrusive daughter. She will not sleep until she meddeled her way into getting you a husband. Her newest target? Her kindergarten teacher- Eren Jaeger

Wordcount | 12K

Side Stories

Daddy Daughter Dance (March 30th)

Drabbles

When you realized you were in love with each other

Zeke babysitting Addie for the first time

Headcanons

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© all works belong to hanuh do not plagiarize, translate or post to other sites.

Jotaro fingering you in the back of the car while everyone is sleeping except Joseph (who’s driving ) <3

CW: light exhibitionism

“fuck jotaro,, it’s too much..”

You whispered breathily, your thighs trembling as Jotaro pumped two of his thick fingers roughly in and out of your wet cunt. The softest, sweetest sighs and whimpers escaped your throat as he thrusted harshly, the palm of his hand smacking your swollen clit. your sweet eyes were clenched shut, and one of your small hand was holding his wrist gently—almost pleading him to slow down while the held onto his inner thigh, rubbing the bulge in his pants.

Even though you were hidden behind kakyoin’s seat, and jotaro’s huge, warm jacket was draped over your lap—you couldn’t help but feel uneasy. You were doing something so scandalous with your boyfriend while the rest of the crusaders are practically next to you.. just the idea of it makes your face flush with embarrassment, dreading but also craving for what was to come.

Jotaro slowed his pumping for a moment, shushing you quietly, and rubbing your clit comfortingly with his thumb as he slowly opened you up with a third thick finger, making you squirm with need and elicit a small gasp.

“shh, its ok baby, you can take more for me—can’t you?”

He murmured hotly, making your eyes roll back, and the weak grip on his wrist tighten. Using his opposite hand, he brushed up and down your inner thigh, growling at the stickiness before giving it an assertive squeeze.

“..fuckk~ y-yes Jotaro.”

He curled the thick fingers buried in your pussy against the walls of your gummy walls and pressed against your g-spot, making you sigh heavily, blush forming on your cheeks again as Jotaro clamped the hand that was originally on your thigh against your mouth, muffling your moans.

Orgasm was approached quickly, your body trembling with need and tears prickling your eyes as he picked up his slow, hard pace. He scissored, grinded, and rammed his fingers into your g-spot with ease, leaving your clit twitching and begging for release. his rough palm gave a hard slap against your sensitive clit making your pussy throb and clamp down his fingers.

“You gonna cum? Hm?”

Jotaro quickly uncovered your drooly mouth, watching your hazy watery eyes flicker open and gaze at him, your eyes glossed over with lust.

“f-fuck, yess—mmm..!”

“take the fucking jacket off your lap.”

you whimpered quietly, obeying his command and pulling up the black jacket on your lap for the first time. You both watched as his fingers disappear into your heat over and over, slick and coated in a sticky layer of your sweet cream. The sight only brought you closer to the edge, your brows pinching together as you clung onto his strong arm.

“you like watching me finger your tiny cunt? Hm? Fuck, watch yourself cum on my fingers.”

His growled quietly, his aqua eyes piercing into you, gauging your reaction right as you’re pushed over the edge and your orgasm crashed over you.

Jotaro watched you, his eyes dark as your eyes rolled back and your teeth dug into your bottom lip, containing your scream while you gushed around his fingers. Hot white electricity coursed through your veins—and tears spilled down your cheeks from just how fucking good it felt. as your orgasm finally began to subside, his fingers finally slowed. He gently pulled his fingers out, wiping your juices onto the seat of the car before moving in to give you a kiss.

What a fucking night.

Hi chu i love ur scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader so much. can i request where sukuna spending time with baby fushiguro and her teaching sukuna how does things works like having phone, Thank you sm<33

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader teaches sukuna

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen

hello, nini <3 thank you so much for being patient and for requesting!! i've been a wreck from all the angst i've written recently, especially with those scarlet bb fushiguro posts that involved poor reader having to k-word geto and yuuji to save everyone 🫂

the king of curses might be an absolute menace, but not when it comes to you. the malevolent curse is reduced to a mere babysitter who cares for a child with god-like powers. sukuna eventually warmed up to you and had grown accustomed to you putting him in control of yuuji, and it was one of those days when gojo assigned yuuji to babysit you because your father had important business to attend to.

you and sukuna were currently in the kitchen. you were on the counter top, sipping some apple juice, while sukuna leaned right next to you, waiting for you to finish your drink when you demanded mac and cheese.

"mac and cheese? the hell is that?" the curse's face scrunched into a look of confusion.

"pasta, but with cheese. i want some right now." you explained to him, pointing at the food in the glass-paned cupboard that was in a microwaveable cup. "pleaaase."

"okay, fine." sukuna rolled his eyes at you before reaching for the cup of mac and cheese from the cupboard and handing it to you. "now, eat."

"it's not yet cooked though." you exclaimed, gently pushing back the cup to sukuna.

"so, you want me to cook it for you?" sukuna raised a brow at you.

"yeah!" you nodded, smiling.

however, the smile on your face instantly subsided into a petrified look when flames suddenly engulfed sukuna's other hand. oh my god, sukuna's gonna burn the house down! no, no, no—you immediately took back the cup of mac and cheese from him using your chaos magic.

"stop! not with fire!" you furrowed your brows at sukuna.

"eh? then, how am i supposed to cook that thing?" sukuna folded his arms, getting of the fire engulfing his other hand.

you explained briefly, "it's microwavable."

"microwaveable?" sukuna quipped, which you nodded your head.

"we just pop it in the microwave to cook it, but we have to open it and put some water first though." you explained to sukuna.

grumbling, sukuna followed your instructions; he opened the cup of uncooked mac and cheese, added some water, placed it in the weird metal box thingie, and pushed some buttons with your help to get your mac and cheese cooked. the two of you waited, and eventually, sukuna grabbed a juice box from the fridge and drank some with you until the microwave ticked and you couldn't believe what sukuna did.

sukuna immediately took hold of you, shielding you from the metal box thingie where he had just put your cup of mac and cheese in. did he seriously think it was gonna blow?

"what are you doing, kuna-nii?" you asked, blinking profusely.

sukuna furrowed his brows, "why does it sound like a bomb going off? is it gonna explode?"

"it's a microwave. it does that thing when it's done heating the food. it's not gonna explode!" you giggled at sukuna rather fondly, but mostly because of the way he protected you.

"tch, today's technology is really something. why did they have to make it sound like that? back in my days, we just use fire." sukuna scoffed, placing you back on the counter to open the microwave, get the mac and cheese, and hand it you.

"doesn't yuuji-nii have a microwave at his dorm?" you inquired, opening the cup to eat your mac and cheese after sukuna handed you a fork.

"no, that brat uses a kettle." sukuna said in response which you nodded your head. "one that whistles and lets out a steam when it's ready to get poured into raw noodles."

"oh, instant ramen is pretty good, but i like mac and cheese more." you commented, shoving some food in your mouth before offering some to sukuna. "here, you should try it!"

"fine, give me some." sukuna took a bite from your fork, "huh, not bad."

"let's take a picture! i'mma send it to daddy." sukuna watched you casually pull out a phone from your pocket.

"picture?" sukuna proceeded to watch you tap the hand held device before hoisting up with its camera in a front view for a selfie.

"smile at the camera!" you told him, before posing with an adorable peace sign. sukuna, on the other hand, smiled menacingly as if he was threatening someone while protectively draping an arm around your shoulders, but you thought of it as nothing as you snapped the picture.

after taking the picture, you proceeded to show it sukuna. "look, that's me and you."

"huh, so this device captures us." sukuna concluded, peering over the your photo with him, rubbing his chin with his index finger and thumb. "interesting."

"yeah! i can also use it to send our picture to daddy by messaging him the picture. it's really convenient!" you explained to him, showing the curse how you made use of the messages app to show gojo your picture together.

"what else can this piece of technology can do?" sukuna asked with genuine interest, ruby red eyes lighting up.

"it's called a phone. you can also use it to watch videos, play music and games, and send other messages." you skimmed through your phone, opening youtube to show him the music video of baby shark, which your all time favorite song that was accompanied by the dance you'd do.

"that's the song you always sing and dance too." sukuna pointed out the obvious.

you continued to teach and show sukuna your phone. to your surprise, you even got the curse king to play mobile games, and he was able to get the hang of it and win. sukuna was pretty boastful about it, but you paid no mind to that.

you ended up spending the rest of the day hanging out with the king of curses like that until itadori grew conscious and took control of his body again. it saddened you as you wanted to spend more time with sukuna. 

"eh? [name]? why am i holding your phone?" yuuji asked, evidently confused as had no memory of what sukuna was doing.

"um, playing games with me?" you managed a smile.

yuuji scratched the back of his head, "really? i was?"

before you could even answer yuuji, you were suddenly in the arms of the limitless sorcerer who teleported home as soon as he received and saw the pictures you sent of you hanging out with sukuna.

gojo had his blindfold off as he held you with one arm, the other reached out and ready to mix colors to protect you when he saw it was yuuji instead of the king of curses.

"daddy! you're home!" you cheered, oblivious at how gojo was protecting you right now.

"g-gojo-sensei?!" yuuji raised his hands up in the air defensively.

"itadori? ah, crap. sorry." gojo sighed in relief, lowering his outstretched arm and retrieving it back to his side.

"w-what's going on?" yuuji asked, slowly lowering his hands.

"kikufuku just sent me a picture of what she was doing with sukuna. just look." gojo pulled out his phone, showing his student his phone, particularly the message you sent where sukuna was smiling menacingly at the camera.

"shit, so that's why i don't remember anything. you're not hurt are you, [name]-chan?" itadori asked with genuine concern for you.

"no! sukuna made me mac and cheese, and then we watched and played games on my phone." you explained, smiling.

"the sukuna.. made you mac and cheese?" both gojo and yuuji uttered in disbelief and in unison.

"mhm! he took a bite of it too. he said it wasn't bad." you said in addition. "sukuna liked apple juice too."

gojo and itadori glanced at each other. at that point, they were convinced you were that powerful. you didn't even need to use your chaos magic to make the king of curses submit to you. sukuna himself had fallen for you, platonically, of course.

a smile eventually cursed on gojo's lips before he laughed. "oi, sukuna. i didn't think you'd be a softie for my kid."

the three of you watched a mouth form on yuuji's cheek. "i am not. shut it, dumb sorcerer! i'll kill you!"

"yeah, yeah. i'd like to see you try." gojo shook his head, chuckling softly.

bonus scene:

"kikufuku, that's enough screen time for today! hand me your phone."

gojo hollered, kneeling down to your height and reaching his hand out. despite the fact that you were given a phone at a very young age, gojo disciplined you on its use, particularly when it came to watching videos and playing games.

he doesn't leave you with it that much. gojo only leaves your phone with you for a longer period of time in instances when he's not around and needs to communicate with you.

"okay! here ya' go!" you chimed, running up to him and handing him your phone.

gojo ruffled your hair, smiling at you. "that's my little kikufuku."

however, the smile on his face didn't last when he unlocked your phone and saw how the wallpaper of him and you had gotten replaced by the picture you had with sukuna, the same picture where you were posing adorably and sukuna was menacingly smiling. you watched the colors drained from his face with an oblivious look.

"are you okay, daddy?" you quipped, tipping your head at the side.

"why is your wallpaper sukuna and not me? of all the pictures, kikufuku!" gojo exclaimed, showing you the wallpaper of your phone.

"but, i like his smile here!" you reasoned.

"what?"

"what?"

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃!𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 (𝟏𝟖+)

pairings: f!reader x pussywhipped!tengen

cw: creampies, heavy balls, breeding kink, light spit, unprotected vaginal sex, cockwarming

note: this is gonna be a series! who should i write next?

pussywhipped!tengen, who can't resist plunging his cock inside of you until his heavy, seed filled balls nestle against your ass. he's willing to make you the mother of his child and knock you up, claiming you in a fashion no other man could. he'll make sure you're too fucked out to speak, rounds piling up as he extracts the cum from your pussy with each squelching push of those extra-heavy hips.

"fuck. my balls feel so full today, baby. you ready for my load? i'll make sure to pump it in nice and slow for ya."

pussywhipped!tengen, who would give up his title as the sound hashira just to get a glimpse of your tight cunt underneath your skirt. his perverted side wanted to slide your panties slightly to the side in order to expose your puffy cunt lips, just enough so he'll be able to fantasize about what it's like to massage them between his fingertips.

"gosh, wish her panties would just fall off already, before i slip 'em to the side and make her cum all over my fingers and tongue."

pussywhipped!tengen, who coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of your sweet pussy, chanting your name to himself as he's nearing his climax. he'll spread your pussy lips and stretch your hole around his member, watching it bully itself inside and out until you're a climatic mess.

"yeah, you like having your little hole stretched out all over me? i bet you do, you dirty little girl."

pussywhipped!tengen, who doesn't give up on making you cum. whether you're having a bad day or can't seem to work up an orgasm, tengen has the solution. he'll eat your pussy for hours on end, worshipping it with his slick tongue that wraps itself in between your folds. sopping up your essence in his mouth as you work yourself back on his tongue.

"you're making a mess of me, love. and a huge mess all over my tongue! i can taste you... so delicious."

pussywhipped!tengen, who bends you over any chance he can get alone with you. so desperate and needy for your cunt that he's willing to get himself caught. the two of you, having almost gotten caught before, has resulted in tengen clamping a giant hand over your mouth, stalling your cries as he rammed into you from behind, leg seated ontop of the table.

"sweet thing, you know i love hearing you moan my name. but it has to leave your lips at a certain time."

pussywhipped!tengen, who masturbates to the fantasy of your touch, hands feeling up his warm, toned torso. fingers drenched in saliva that toy with his balls and urge him into an orgasm. cunt lips and tight walls squeezing the life out of his cock until he has no choice but to release. ejaculating in spurts and heaving from the immense pleasure.

"ah, fuck! babygirl. you really did it this time. having me creampie you, again? i won't have any seed left! ah, maybe for your tits we can go another round."

pussywhipped!tengen, who gossips to his coworkers how proficient you are in bed. it's as if he wants to announce it to the whole world, given how loose his lips have become since he met you. while not going into the heaviest of detail, his counterparts become quite annoyed when their ears are subjected to his grunts of pleasure in the nearby bathroom.

"fuck... really wish this was y/n's hand right now, no one can please me better."

pussywhipped!tengen, who will thief your panties from your drawer, tucking them away in his pocket. the massive pervert he was, he'd fist his cock using your panties, which are not so subtly tangled around his member... until he's cumming in spurts all on the outskirts of your pretty lace garments.

"god, what if y/n finds out... she'd kill me! well, better make the pleasure last."

pussywhipped!tengen, who pulls out just before he's about to cum, staining your blouse in his semen. he'll pull back with a hearty laugh, much to your annoyance as he wipes up the remnants with his fingers. they beg for entry to your luscious lips, tengen forcing them down your throat as you've been ordered to suck until he's satisfied.

"that's it, that's right. you like the taste of my cum? though not as much as i love the taste of your cunt, babygirl."

pussywhipped!tengen, who will drop anything and everything for you. he understands that a relationship relies on more than sex, and while the physical intimacy was an important part of your relationship, he wouldn't let sessions of love go to waste. aftercare is extremely important part of sex for you, and tengen's willing to let you cockwarm him until you're plugged up fully with enough seed to impregnate you to his liking.

"gonna knock you up, make you nice and plump and pretty for me."

Then... Tengen and cnc?

𝕔/𝕨… roleplay implied stalking, roleplay cnc, outside sex, 'forced cumming'

“I thought you didn’t want me, but your pussy is clenching around my cock like you're about to cum? I wouldn’t mind, but if you cum on me, it’s only fair I cum in you afterwards.” You can’t protest, and your soiled panties stuffing your mouth muffle your groans. As Tengen’s painted fingernails dig into your skin as he keeps you from running away from his punishing thrusts.

Tengen grabs your lower face, squishing it as his tall body forces your head back so he could see your erotic pleasure and pain filled expressions. He groans, “You should thank me after this. I’m holding back. If only you knew how hard and fast I could pound this pussy. But I’m being so nice to you, even though you were so rude and ran away. Though next time I might not be so nice." Your pussy clenches around his cock as the thought of Tengen setting aside all reason and fucking himself into with reckless want.

Your fat tears drip from your eyes and roll onto his hand. “Keep going like that and you'll milk me." Tengen adds, "I’ll admit I’m bias towards you because you look so cute and flashy trying to get away from me and begging for me to take your cash instead of you.” You just look so cute in your flashy outfit that he couldn't help but follow you as you try to walk home.

You're gushing around Tengen, unable to fight your peak any longer. Tengen moans, as he realizes you're cumming on his cock. So he leans in close so you can hear him over the loud wetness of your pussy. He says, “After this, I’m going to make you my first wife.

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𝑯𝑶𝑾 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑴𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑹𝑻

— Tengen Uzui, Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Shinobu Kocho x f!reader

cw. squirting, doggy, fingering, oral, mating press, clit slapping, nipple playing, dacryphilia, riding — rbs are appreciated — m.list

TENGEN UZUI

You sob into the pillow when he angles his hips and begins to fuck against your sweet spot, your dripping walls wrap him so tight that Tengen can’t hold back a gasp, “uhu why are you crying? is this too much for you?” he asks with a grin on his face.

You feel so close, the sheets are soft as you cling, your legs are soft and your arms won’t hold you up, your ass in the air and the lewd sounds of his heavy balls slamming into your swollen, aching nub fill the room.

“Please let me cum,” you moan dropping your face to the pillow. He grunts with each thrust, his grip is rough on your ass as he pushes against you, “you better make a mess, then” he chuckles surrounding your clit with two fingers and rubbing it rough.

You can’t hold back when you’re over the edge, your mouth snaps open as you moan lewdly, “c-cumming…” as you gush around his thick cock, wetting your thighs and the sheets beneath you.

“Shit, that’s it, come on baby one more” Uzui grunts forcing more spurts slamming his thick head into your wet nub, his hands holding you firmly by the ass as you shudder and try to catch your breath.

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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇

yakuza boss!Gojo Satoru x f!reader

genre. romance, smut

s. after inheriting your family pastry shop, the troubles begin. who would have thought that the boss of such a dangerous organization would have a sweet tooth, and not only for sweets

cw. big dick!Gojo, size kink, fingerfucking, oral, creampie, mating press, full nelson, squirting, mirror sex - not a mirror but a window, praise, manhandling, doggy | wc. 6k

cw. yakuza!boss Toji, blackmail, noncon groping + kissing — Toji makes a short appearance, he is a rival of Satoru from another yakuza gang

an. Gojo falls hard — rbs + coms are appreciated — m.list

How did things turn out this way?

When grandpa was running the bakery everything was going well. Business was good, customers were always satisfied, and in just a few years he had made a name for himself. They called him ‘the King of Cakes’.

Then he was taken away by old age. The man who had raised you after the death of your parents, the man who had taken care of you, who had taught you the art of baking was suddenly gone.

Toraya Bakery had been his dream since he was a child. Once you got old enough he asked you to join and help him, he knew you were talented, maybe even more than him, but now that it’s in your hands you’re shattering it all. All his efforts are just falling on deaf ears.

A few weeks after grandpa’s death a large chain of dessert stores opened not far from your bakery. Even the most loyal customers had stopped showing up and you, in order to pay for the goods and the bills, had to take out a loan and now not even that loan can be paid off.

“I’m so sorry grandpa” you sob with documents of the last month’s payments in your hand, sitting at an empty table in the store.

Not a single customer came in today either. Yet the presentations at the windows are nice, they are the same ones that your grandpa taught you to set up. The flavor of the pastries is the same one you grew up with and learned to make, so what’s wrong?

While you are lost in your thoughts the bell that warns of the arrival of customers rings. The man who walks in looks completely out of place in your store.

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the neediest boys in the world.

eren yeager x fem.reader

modern au | the domestic life

you had to be the luckiest girl in the world to own the hearts of two boys who absolutely adored you.

settled in your arms was your 5 year old son. he shared a bit of both of you and your husband's features, combining the best of both worlds wrapped up in the most adorable package.

he may have inherited more of his father's personality than yours, but you couldn't deny that his eyes that were shining brightly matched your own shade to a T. the love you felt for this tiny human being in your arms was overwhelming, and you truly couldn't picture a life before your beloved son.

"mama, you're so pretty." he tells you with the widest grin, practically doting on you as well as he leaned up against you on your lap to get a better look at your face. as he cups your cheeks with his two chubby hands, you couldn't help but laugh as he presses sloppy kisses against each and every one of your features, finishing each kiss with an audible 'mwah!'

"when i get older i'm gonna marry you, mama!" your son proclaims with a confidence that was very reminiscent of when your husband asked for your hand in marriage, making you smile as you nuzzled your son's cheek.

"silly, mama can't marry you because she's already married to papa, you know that." you giggle upon seeing his sweet pout, "yeah, but i love you WAY MORE than papa does! that's why i'm gonna stay with you forever!"

your son seals his promise with another kiss, this time against your cheek as a grunt was heard coming from the doorway, "hey, quit kissin' mama like that, you're makin' papa jealous."

a mischievous gleam was seen in your son's eyes as he immediately wraps his tiny arms around your neck all while sticking out his tongue at eren, "go away papa! me an' mama are busy cuddling!"

"you've been cuddling mama for thirty minutes, it's my turn now." you rolled your eyes at eren's theatrics. if anyone would be jealous of their own child, it would be eren.

"no way papa, it's my mama!"

"oh yeah? well your mama belonged to me way before you were even born!"

of course it would be eren.

being fed up with this constant back and forth bickering, eren takes matters into his own hands when he steps closer to where you and your son was settled on the couch, "fine, if you won't let me cuddle mama, i guess i'll just have to cuddle both of you!"

"wait what?! eren-"

your husband proved to still be the strongest man you knew as he picked you and your son up with ease, earning several giggles from your child as eren settles himself against the couch with the both of you settled back on his lap. with you finally in his arms again, eren presses soft kisses against the junction where your neck and shoulder met, resting his head against it before letting out a content sigh, "ah, much better."

"no fair papa! quit copying me, i was busy kissin' mama too!" cue your child flinging himself into your arms as he buried his face deep within your chest, earning yet another grunt of disapproval from eren. "hey, don't press yourself against mama's chest like that!"

with you sandwiched between what had to be the two greatest loves of your life, you couldn't stop the carefree laughter that escaped your lips as you fell back into your husband's embrace all while holding your son tightly against your chest.

you may have to deal with the neediest boys in the entire world for the rest of your life, but you knew that there was nowhere else you'd rather be than with them by your side.

all stories are written by yeagererens; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

eren x fem!reader

cw: breeding kink, praise kink, slight degrading? -cocky encouragement-, committed relationship, rainy day sex.

summary: Eren having crazy baby fever

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it all started a week ago.

when Eren asked if you ever wanted to have babies

his babies in particular

"Yeah" you answered shortly. the idea crosses your mind frequently in your relationship, you weren't married but you've been together for so long you might as well be.

all week he talked about it, leading to right now, having his head under your shirt and on your stomach as he rubbed your hips soothingly

"Cafummyeyseysnow?" his muffled voice asked, it's 7 in the morning and he wanted to get cuddled, opting to get his scalped massaged as he rubbed his face into your stomach

"I didn't understand a thing you just said" you giggled, Eren popped out of your shirt, a flustered mess as he repeated myself

"Can you have my babies now?"

your eyes winded and he just buried himself into your chest, his nose rubbing against the valley of your clothed breast

"What's with you and this baby fever?" you grinned as you went back to rubbing his scalp

you felt a hand travel to your stomach as it tugged on the waistband of your shorts

"Eren Jaeger" You warned with a smile on your face

"whaaat?" he whined, acting innocent as if he wasn't just trying to shove his hands down your pants

"you really wanna get me knocked up?" you grinned as you held his head in your palms, he gave you a weak nod in return

"fine, go ahead" you grabbed his hand and put it on your lower stomach as you waited

"what? you're the one that said you wanted to get me pregnant so, go ahead big guy, get me pregnant"

***

you didn't know what you were getting yourself into.

here you are, laid out on the bed as he slid himself in

the cloudy morning rain spitting on the window as he slowly fucked himself into you

he just got done fingering you, getting you wet enough so he can slip his cock in with ease

he watched how your titties bounced when he thrusted into you, deciding to latch his mouth around your nipple as he warmed the other one up with his palm

your fingers grasping around his strands as his thrusts became faster

with a loud pop your nipple was released from his lips, deciding to connect them with yours instead

a deep groan escaped from his mouth and into yours, breaking the kiss to mutter filthy things into your ear

"so fucking pretty" he thrusted deeper into you, a high pitched whine slipping from your lips as your nails sink into his back

"gonna fill you up, fill that fucking pussy up with my cum" he spat out as his hips began to pick up speed

"you wanna become swollen with my child? leaking titties and a baby bump?"

"yes! yes! Eren!" you cried out, you felt him smirk before his canine ripped through the skin of your neck making you whimper

his cock pulsating in your pussy finally hit that one spot that had you screaming

his nails scratched at your creamy thighs, loving the way they shook as he fucked his way through your aching pussy

"mm, not gonna last long, baby" he moaned as he held you close, your warm cunt squeezing around him as you were just as close

"fuck, m'cumming" you mumbled as you were completely fucked out

the feeling of his thick dick drowning in your choking cunt had the room spinning, the pleasure was unreal

"that's right baby, cum on my cock" he let out a whine as you tightened around him, cumming on him with dazed eyes and flushed face

he didn't stop tho, so close to his on release he let out the cutest high pitch moan as you were practically milking his cock

"fuck- just like that baby squeeze my cock" he mumbled before shooting his seed into you

sweaty bodies collapsing together as you tried to catch your breath, Eren kissed the bruises on your neck before whispering in your ear sweet praises

"'m so proud of you baby, such a good girl, hm?" you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his plumped swollen lips

***

after a hot and much-needed shower, you both got out to see the rain hasn't slowed down...you laid down and motioned for Eren to lay with you

with his head in your chest and your fingers in his strands, you felt that sneaky hand travel down to your lower stomach, but this time, soothingly cupping it with his thumb rubbing it in circler motions

as an image with you and his baby on your hip, a smile was glued to his lips

"what?" you giggled as you played with his locks

"nothing," he licked his lips as he looked up to you with a mischievously adorable grin

"it's just...you would be the hottest mom"

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Relaxant

K. Sakusa

Pairing: TIMESKIP!Kiyoomi Sakusa x f!reader

Summary: You help your roommate relax.

WARNINGS: NSFW!Smut, Oral Sex (m.receiving) Angry Sakusa,

*this is like a year old and I really love Sakusa, so I thought to post on here

Sakusa was furious.

You two were roommates, and he had made sure you were aware of his hatred for germs. Which is why he begged you not to go to the party. But you still did, not wanting to miss out on the fun.

When he noticed you were gone, he immediately knew where you had gone, and picked you up. He dragged you back to the apartment, which brought you to this position, he was yelling at you and treating you like a child.

He was walking in circles, yelling while you watched amusingly on the couch.

“It’s not that big of a deal Omi, relax.” You told him, patting the space next to you. He didn’t listen and continued ranting.

After a few more minutes of ranting, you stood up and dragged him and forced him to sit on the couch.

“I’ll help you relax.” You said, as you got on your knees.

Sakusa watched as you unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, along with his trousers. His dick sprung out, and his size surprised you. You grabbed it and pumped it slowly. Your thumb swiped over his slit, spreading the pre-cum.

You spit on his dick, to see what form of his reaction it would cause, but to your surprise he did nothing. You lowered your mouth and licked the tip, which caused him to grunt. You did this a couple more times before bobbing your head.

You tried to fit it all in your mouth, but you gagged since it was too big. Instead of trying again, you took your hand and started stroking the parts you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You took his dick out of your mouth, which made a pop sound. You decided to use your tongue more so you dragged it around the base until it met the tip, which you swirl your tongue around before putting the dick back in your mouth.

As you bobbed your head and hollowed your cheeks, you had the great idea to look up to see if Sakusa was enjoying it. You looked up, and to your surprise his head was tilted back, and his left hand was on his mouth, trying to silence himself. You kept looking at him, as you kept bobbing your head.

He finally looked down at you, and he removed the hand from his mouth, revealing a smirk on his face. He took that same hand and started pushing your head down, making you gag.

“Such a nasty girl.” He continued pushing your head down, “Your mouth feels so good.”

He finally let go after you looked back down and let you do your thing. You took your hand and cupped his balls, which made him let out a low moan. Once again, you used your free hand to stroke the parts you couldn’t reach.

“Fuck keep doing that-” He groaned. And you knew what that meant, he was about to come.

You felt Sakusa twitch in your mouth and not too long after, Sakusa let out a moan followed by him shooting his cum in your mouth. You pulled him out of your mouth and he grabbed your chin, tilting it up making you look at him.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded and you did, showing him his cum. He spit in your mouth, which turned you on even more.

“Such a nasty girl, swallow my cum and my spit.” You did as you were told and swallowed it, which earned you a pat on your head.

“You know, I usually don’t like nasty stuff or people, but for you I’ll make an exception.” He stood up and pulled his pants back up. You also stood up from the uncomfortable position and sat down on the couch. You stared at him as he walked to the kitchen to prepare himself a glass of water.

“And you were right, that definitely did help me relax.” He spoke as he poured the water into the glass. You stared at him, patiently waiting for him to come back.

You expected something in return. He put down the empty glass, and grabbed his keys that were on the counter. You cocked an eyebrow, confused about what he was doing.

“Where are you going?” You asked and he chuckled.

“I have to take care of some business, why? Did you expect something in return?” He scoffed and you nodded in shame, looking at your lap. He walked over to you and grabbed your chin, to make you look at him.

“Disobedient girls don’t get rewards.” He smirked before pecking your lips. Shortly after he left the apartment.

That’s your dad?!

Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Synopsis: Who knew your friends dad was so hot? And so….forward….

Warnings: VERY explicit smut. My mouth was watering as I wrote it. I need this man.

Word Count: 2.5k

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“Megs, how come we’ve never seen your dad?”

The conversation went quiet at Nobara’s question as the room directed their attention to Megumi.

“Uh—well, he’s not around much.”

“Around much? He’s never around. And a good thing as well. He’s a douche.” Gojo’s comment earned a slap on the leg from you, making the grown man wince in pain.

“That’s still his dad. Be nice to your students. This is why I’m their favorite.”

“Okay back to the topic at hand, what does your dad look like?” Nobara pushed the topic, dying to know more about Mr. Fushiguro.

“I mean, like me I guess? Except older, covered in muscles and smug.”

“Ha! That’s an understatement.”

“What is, Gojo? That he has a lot of muscles? You jealous or something?” You teased the man, making him lift the side of his blindfold to eye you.

“You’re funny.”

Yuji laughed at his teachers expression, turning to beg to see a picture of Megumi’s dad.

“Well, he’ll be home soon. You guys can see him when he gets here.”

The excitement in the room only grew as time went on. Everyone wanted to see the infamous Toji Fushiguro.

Pretty soon, the students and you and Gojo lowered your voices down to whispers at the sound of heavy footsteps creeping down the hall.

“Meg, why the hell are there so many cars—” the man’s sentence was quickly cut off when he rounded into the room, tall frame bracing himself on the door frame. His tight, black shirt slightly rising above his waistline to display a strip of pale skin.

Your mouth watered.

“Yeah, sorry dad. My friends wanted to come over for a bit.”

His dads eyes scanned the room, meeting yours as a smirk tugged on his lips.

You shifted in your seat, eyes turning downward which drew a chuckle from the man’s lips as he swung his arms down from the doorframe. His large hands clapped together, slinging arms across his chest, causing his muscles to bulge.

“Well, nice to meet you brats. Gojo.”

“Fushiguro.” The man beside you didn’t hide the disdain in his voice. Annoyance dripping in his tone.

“Well, mind introducing me to these kids?”

“Yeah well you know Gojo. That’s Yuji and Nobara. Sitting beside Gojo is Y/N.”

The smirk on his face grew, eyes narrowing as he flicked his gaze back to you, a hand reaching up to rub across his chin.

“Y/N? Don’t think I’ve met this lovely lady. You a teacher?”

“Yep. She’s a newly graduated sorcerer. She’s great.” Gojo cut in.

“Mm, I bet.” Toji’s eyebrow raising at the statement.

The silence that fell over the room made you shift in your seat again.

“Well, I won’t intrude. You kids have fun.” The wink he sent was directed your way before he stalked off.

Your eyes never left his frame as he left. He was the perfect mix of tall, dark and handsome. Danger dripping off him. Something you liked in a man….

“Megumi, that’s your dad???” Nobara whispered through her teeth, swatting at the boys arm.

“Ow.”

“He’s so hot!”

“Ew! He’s Fushiguro’s dad! Don’t say that!” Yuji interjected. “Gojo, you hearing this?”

“I am. My ears are bleeding. Why do you think like this, Kugisaki?”

“Oh come on! Y/N, back me up here!”

You looked at the pleading girl and fought the smile that creeped onto your lips.

“Well, he is an attractive man.”

“See?! Your dad is a total DILF, Megumi.”

“Dilf?”

“Yeah, dad I’d love to fuck. Dilf.”

“Please don’t say that about him ever again.”

“Oh please, I bet even Y/N would fuck him. Wouldn’t you?”

Your eyes widened as you crossed your arms.

“Is that an appropriate question to ask you teacher?”

The girls shoulders dropped as her expression remained frantic. She pointed a finger at you and smiled.

“I know you totally would. I just so happen to know your type!”

Gojo sat up at this, uncrossing his legs to lean into the conversation.

“And that is?”

“Tall, dark, handsome, older…”

“What???” Gojo exclaimed, leaning forward in his seat as he slapped a hand on your leg, earning a slap back from you. “That’s LITERALLY me. Why don’t you date me?”

“You’re….you….” The dumb look on the man’s face made the kids crack up, Yuji falling over in his fit.

“Ha! Gojo Sensei, she told you!” Yuji said through his giggling fit.

“Yeah, well, it’s your loss.”

You rolled your eyes at the man, reaching over to pat his cheek. “Yeah, I’m sure it is. I need to pee, Megs, where’s the bathroom?”

“You can use the one upstairs. Second door on the left.”

You nodded and made your way out of the room, thinking about the man that had just stood in the same doorframe you just walked through.

He was so gorgeous. Long, black hair falling across his facial features. The scar on his lip only accenting his handsome face. The smirk making him look extra good.

You couldn’t get over how….big he was. Sure, Gojo was tall and handsome, but the beefy build of Fushiguro’s dad was just what you liked. Especially when the man wore form fitting tshirts and flaunted how big he was by holding onto the top of doorframes.

Once you stopped your daydreaming, you discovered you had made it to the top of the stairs, but you couldn’t remember where the hell Megumi said the bathroom was.

First door on the right? No, it was the third on the left, right?

You opened the first door you saw, jumping in shock.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!”

Toji stood from his bed where he sat shirtless, same smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh you’re fine. Need help?”

“I-oh yes! I’m looking for the bathroom?”

The man tilted his head as he sized you up, smirking at your nervous expression.

“Second door—”

“On the left! I knew it! I’m terrible with directions.” You replied, cutting him off in the process.

“Yeah, well, you’re more than welcomed to just use mine.

You followed the direction of his pointed finger, walking in the direction of the closed door. You admired the way his muscles flexed from the motion, cheeks burning hot at his shirtless body standing five feet from you.

“Thank you, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“Call me Toji. I want all my good friends to call me by name.” His wink made your stomach flip.

“We’re friends?”

“I’d like it if we were.”

You gave him a small smile as you made your way to the bathroom, swiftly closing the door and leaning back against it. A hand flew to your forehead, brushing hair out of your face and moving down to cradle your hunting cheek.

You quickly finished your business, taking a deep breath before unlocking the door, only for it to be met with a broad chest before you.

Toji peered down at you, eyes hooded and clouded over with a mischievous look.

“You’re a very pretty thing.”

“Oh, we’ll thank you.”

Your fingers began to pick at the skin on your thumbs anxiously, wanting to escape this beautiful man. Not that you didn’t mind his presence, he was just very intimidating.

“Of course. Want to stay and chat? Have a little break from the kids?”

“Oh well, I should really be getting back.”

“Hmm, right, I’m sure your boyfriend will be missing a cute little thing like you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the comment, confusion written on your face.

“My….boyfriend?”

“Yeah, Satoru. You two seem close.”

You let out a breathy chuckle, shaking your head in denial.

“Oh, absolutely not! He’s just a friend. Well, he’s interested, but I’m certainly not. Never.”

The man chuckled, guiding you out of the bathroom and back into his room.

“That’s good news. Makes me feel less guilty for being curious about you.”

You stood in front of him, this tall frame blocking you from the door.

“Curious about me? Why?”

“Well, like I said,” he took a step closer to you, reaching a hand up to twirl a piece of hair around one of his thick fingers and sighed. “You are a very pretty woman.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

The piece of hair was twisted right around his finger, allowing him to deliver a tug to it, causing you to wince.

“Thanks, doll. You’re going to make an old man like me blush if you keep that up.”

His hand drifted from your hair to your neck, brushing the hair away and as gently as possible, he stroked a finger down the expanse of your neck and down your shoulder, stopping at your hand. He took your hand, lacing fingers with his as he took another step towards you to close the distance even further.

“You sure your friends would miss you? Let’s talk for a bit.”

You swallowed the thickness that was building in your throat, trying to relieve some pent up nerves.

This man impossible.

“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“And why do you think that, hm?”

“Because I don’t think you are content with just sitting and talking.”

The man began to rub his thumb across your hand. His eyes stared deeply into yours, breath fanning across your face and blowing stray hairs back into place.

“Come on now, I don’t bite. That is, if you don’t want me to.” His hand lifted yours to his eye level, delivering a kiss to your palm, eyes never leaving yours.

“So that must mean you’re well trained?” You said, finally grounding yourself and shaking some of the nerves off. You’re a badass sorcerer, dammit. Why should you cower from him?

Or maybe your desires were starting to get the better of you.

“I don’t know about that. I’m not anyones dog. But, I bet you’d look good on all fours.”

You felt like you were going to explode. The sultry tone I’m his voice mixed with the hooded eyes that eyed you made you melt.

“So, what’s it going to be, Y/N? You staying or going?”

You could hear the giggles from down stairs from your friends. The walls were thin and you knew their suspicion would soon get the better of them if you didn’t come back soon.

But, Toji was standing before you in all his glory, wanting nothing more than to “spend more time with you.”

“What the hell, why not?”

“Perfect.”

He walked you over to the bed, making you sit as he laid down, propped against the headboard as he watched your arms cross in your lap.

“Make yourself comfortable. I told you, I don’t bite.”

You scooted closer to him, brushing shoulders at the closeness and smiled at him, making him sigh.

“So cute, but,” he leaned over, grabbing your hips and moving you so you sat in his lap, chest to bare chest. “This is what I meant. Isn’t this nice?”

You nodded, eyes flittering up to his. “I won’t complain.”

He sighed again, death grip still on your waist as he did.

“I should have visited the school sooner. Can’t believe I’ve been missing out on time with such a pretty girl. Megumi didn’t tell me how beautiful his teacher was.”

His hands shifted your hips, gently pushing you down to feel him beneath his pants.

You let out a sigh, mouth falling open as you felt the hardness beneath his pants.

“Toji….”

“Hm?”

“If you’re going to fuck me, you better do it quick. They are going to start wondering where I am.”

“Well, well. Don’t you have a nice mouth on you? As you wish, doll.”

His hand returned to its position on your neck, hand reaching around to weave into your hair and drag your face to his, both of your lips meeting for the first time. His mouth meshed with yours perfectly, working against each other in a slow, deep motion.

However, that didn’t last long. Once his hands worked their way down, squeezing your arms, then hips, then ass, you let out a gasp. This allowed him to sneak his tongue in, devouring you deeper.

He groaned as your hands found their way to him. One hand pulled his locks at the nape of his neck, the other digging nails into his bicep. His bare chest pressed into yours, pushing you back as his hands made their way down to your thighs and pulled you up.

Your lips parted for a moment as he literally tossed you on the bed, causing you to bounce against the springs and look at the man in shock.

“I’m going to enjoy this.”

His tone was deep and gravely from your kisses. His eyes had darkened, and they never left yours as his large frame crawled on top of yours, slotting himself between your thighs. His groan met yours, allowing you to feel his length that strained against the confines of his pants.

You let out a soft moan, hand coming to your mouth to silence you in fear that your friends would hear you.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He tutted you, pulling your hand away from your mouth. “If you can be quiet, I want to hear you. But you better keep your voice down. ‘“Less you want your little friends to hear you.”

His hips rolled into yours again, causing you to slide across the sheets at the force. His strength was amazing and your underwear dampened at the thought of how good his thrusts must be.

He captured your mouth in another kiss, hands working to take your clothes off, kiss only breaking for a moment as he pulled them off.

His eyes raked over your body, taking in every detail.

“Nice. Very nice, doll.”

His hands that caged your body under him were removed, only to find there way onto each side of your waist. They slowly ghosted up your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He’s hands reached your breasts, taking them into his large hands and squeezing. Another moan left your lips as he tweaked your nipples, pinching them between his callused fingers.

“You have the perfect pare of tits, you know that?”

You didn’t have the time to even think of an answer because his mouth was back on yours. This time, the pace was ravenous. His mouth was sloppy and overpowering, making you sink into the mattress beneath you. His mouth broke off from yours, kissing it’s way down your neck and chest to your breasts. He took each nipple into his mouth at a time, sucking and twirling his tongue, leaving your breasts shining in the faint light from the lamp.

“Toji, please—”

“Be patient. I know what you want. But you’re going to have to be. Patient.”

His domineering tone made your legs shake slightly. It sounded so good coming from him.

His tongue drug a stripe down from between your breasts, across your stomach and stopped right above your mound. You could see your chest rising and falling in anticipation, so ready for him to touch you already.

“Where do you want me, doll? Here?” He asked as he kissed right below your belly button.

“Here?” A kiss to the top of your right thigh.

You groaned, eyebrows knitting together as you shook your head.

“Or here?” His hands spread your thighs further, head between them as he kisses your inner thigh, inches from where you needed him. You could almost feel yourself leaking down to the bedsheets.

His eyes never left you as he lifted a hand to your naked core, thumb pushing through your folds to ghost over your opening to wet his appendage and slide it to your clit to rub in small circles.

“How about here? You like that?”

“Yes! Yes, Toji. Please I need you to touch me there.” 

“As you wish, doll. You’ve been so patient.”

His thumb continued to rub harsh circles on your clit, causing you to throw your head back. He drew a groan from your lips again when he moved his head down to add his mouth to the mix. His tongue came out to lick a stripe up your entrance, causing you to buck your hips into his face. He welcomed the force, letting out a chuckle that vibrated your pussy.

“Feels good, right?”

You nodded, even though you know he didn’t see it. His fingers switched places with his mouth, moving to make out with your clit as his fingers poked at your entrance. His tongue continued to lick long stripes, drinking every bit of you he could get.

Two fingers slipped in, causing you to whisper his name and buck your hips again. You felt his smile grow as he began to curl those fingers inside you, mouth and tongue never letting up.

Your high approached quickly, making your body feel hot as you reached a hand down to grip his hair.

“Toji, stop, I’m about to—bout to cum.”

He ignored you though, only adding another finger inside and to add more pleasure, pace remaining the same and drawing out a languid moan.

Your breath quickened as you panted, body burning with the need to cum. And your needs were answered when he hummed into your core, rattling you to the bones as your legs shook, squeezing around his head as you came on his fingers.

You didn’t have time to recover though, the man was desperate to be inside you. He pulled out of your hold, licking his fingers clean and wiping the his mouth on the back of his hand like a starved man after a delicious meal.

“Turn.”

His words didn’t quite reach you.

“Huh?”

Your panting chest was soon pressed into the bed as he flipped you, pulling your hips up so you were propped on your knees, back arched and on full display for him.

“Huh, I was right. You do look good on all fours.”

The man chuckled as you teased him, wiggling your hips to show your eagerness to have him inside you.

His hand slapped down on your ass, his chuckle filling the room as you jerked, pussy fluttering at his harsh delivery. His eyelids lowering as he admired the way your body reacted to him.

“You ready?”

As soon as your confirmation left your lips, his tip was pressed to your core, pushing in and pulling back out to rub against the length of your pussy.

“Hm, how about you beg? I want to hear how bad you want me.”

You were about to give him what he wanted when a knock sounded from the door, making your heart drop and eyes widen.

“Hey, Dad, have you seen Y/N? She had to go to the bathroom and hasn’t been back for a while.”

You winced are Megumi’s voice, but more so from how Toji had placed his dick at your entrance again, pushing past your folds slowly. You pushed your face into the sheets, begging whoever was listening to make Megumi leave and for you to keep quiet.

“Yeah, I talked to her. She wasn’t feeling well, she called a ride to take her home.”

He fully pushed in once he finished his sentence, tongue lobbing out at the feeling of your gummy walls fluttering around his length. You bit into your hand at the burning sensation, pain easing as you adjusted to his length. A good thing too, because he wasted no time in pulling out and sheathing himself back into you at a hard, slow pace.

“Oh, okay. She left her phone. Thanks.”

Once the footsteps disappeared down the hall, Toji leaned down over you, chest flush to your back as he pushed all the way into you, heavy balls slapping against your clit.

His breath fanned over your face as he moved your hair out of your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek only to lick a stripe across it after.

“That was close, huh? Your student almost caught his dad fucking his teacher.”

You moaned as his hand slid up your scalp, grabbing the roots of your hair and pulling your head back. He began to quicken his pace, deep thrusts fucking into your cervix.

Your walls stretched with each thrust, your slick coating his cock and leaving a ring of white around the base that dripped down to the bedsheets.

“That’s a good girl, you feel so good. You like my cock? Feel good?”

You let out a moan in reply, unable to form proper words as he shoved your head down, leaning forward to pound into you faster, pushing in impossibly deeper.

You felt the heat creep into your core again, traveling into your chest. Your entire body felt like it was on fire as he fucked you.

His left hand squeezed your hip, pulling you back to meet his thrusts as the other had you by the back of the neck, slightly squeezing as he pressed your head down.

“What a good little thing you are. You’ll have to come over more often.”

Both of you neared your highs, Toji’s thrusts began to become sloppy as he watched the jiggle of your ass every time his hips slapped into yours. He threw his head back as your walls began to squeeze him.

You had never orgasmed as hard as you did just then, his cock pressing deep into you, cumming as his tongue lobbed out, licking his lips as spit rolled off and onto your ass. Yours and his moans mixed well, filling the room with the sounds of pleasure.

Your body collapsed, Toji slipped out as you dropped to the bed. He groaned as the cool hair hit his dick and his eyes wandered down to you to watch the mixture of both his and your cum ooze out of you.

He swiped a finger across you, gathering the mix to suck into his mouth. He moaned as he dipped them down again, gathering more and bringing two fingers up to your mouth.

“Want a taste?”

You gladly took the fingers into your mouth as you tiredly licked them clean, taking them out with a pop. Toji chuckled at this and plopped down beside you.

With that same hand, he grabbed your face, pinching your cheeks together to pucker your lips for him.

“Pretty, pretty girl. You did so good for me. You’re a good little slut.”

With that, he pulled you into a kiss, pulling the sheets over your body. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you into his chest, content with keeping you for the rest of the night.

As the both of you fell into a deep slumber, you were unaware of the people leaving downstairs.

Gojo was the last to leave, walking with Megumi as the boy showed him out, almost begging the man to hurry up and leave.

However, the two men stopped their conversation as they came to the door, looking down at the pair of shows that sat by the entrance.

“Aren’t those Y/N’s?”

Megumi’s ears burned hot. He knew he should have been more curious to why you left without saying goodbye. Should have been even more suspicious of his dads behavior.

“I’m going to fucking kill my dad.”

Cabin Fever: Toji Fushiguro

Content: rough sex, choking, spanking, biting, cream pie, breeding, use of “good girl”, size kink

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69 with Toji Fushiguro

MDNI smut 18+

69 was one of his favorite positions, your pussy in his face. He eats you out as if it was his last meal. While you suck and choke on his big cock. Toji loves having a competition, who cums first has to be edged for hours. You suck on his dick faster trying to win. Toji uses his tongue and fingers trying to make you cum faster. “You are going to cum?” Your walls were clenching around his fingers . The orgasm took over you body. You lost, Toji won. He was grinning ear to ear. “Prepare for the punishment slut”. It was going to be a long night ;)

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yuuji itadori. he doesn't think he can go a day without eating you out; his slick-coated lips kissing and sucking on your clit while two of his fingers quirk against that one precious spot inside you that he knows will have you spilling all over his face in no time. he can't get enough of the way you tug on his pink locks, the heels of your feet digging into his shoulder blades. what he loves the most, though, is your voice. it's whiny and needy and so, so cute. he's not exactly sure what you're begging him for— but neither do you; the feeling of his hot mouth attacking your cunny and his fingers scissoring themselves against your walls is enough to have you speaking in tongues.

megumi fushiguro. he always fucks you like this— slowly, intimately, lovingly every time he returns home from a mission. breaths mingled, limbs intertwined and clouded eyes blurring the line between love and lust. he swallows the murmured "i love you's" that you leave on his lips, the weight of your words travelling straight to his cock. a hand runs through your hair as he catches the tears that fall onto the apples of your cheeks with his own, a familiar warmth flooding his chest from how loved you make him feel. he always fucks you like this— a sound reminder that at the end of the day, no matter what, he's always going to come back home to you.

toji fushiguro. he loves the thrill of fucking you with his gun. loves to hear the shakiness in your moans when he eases the barrel into your slick cunny— loves the way you cover your face from the embarrassment brought on from how much this turns you on, when you know it shouldn't. he laughs when the front side slides up against that one squishy spot inside you that has your thighs squeezing around his hand; he's sucking and kissing all over your neck, his baritone voice ringing through your ear, pushing you closer and closer to your high, "look at how you're gushin' all over my glock— does it turn you on that much? haha, you filthy fuckin' whore."

satoru gojo. he's a tease most of the time, but he won't deny how much it turns him on when you flip the switch on him. his jaw falls slack when you grind down on his hard dick while wearing those shorts of yours that he loves so much; every drag of your clothed cunny over his length making the fire in the pit of his stomach burn brighter. his laboured groans of "you're killin' me, doll," only make you grind down harder, coaxing moan after moan from him. he's quick to cum— making a mess as he spills his thick seed all over your ass; but he's back to being hard again as soon as he spots your slick leaking through the fabric of your shorts, "looks like it's my turn now, baby."

ryoumen sukuna. he fucks you with the sole purpose of filling your womb up to the brim with his cum. he despises the thought of having even a single minuscule droplet of his seed going to waste, but those thoughts leave his head as soon as he catches sight of it oozing out of your spoiled cunny. his cum is potent; thick, and creamy, and warm, and he feels himself getting hard again from admiring your fucked out state. he's quick to line up his dick a third, fourth, maybe even fifth time at your entrance, sliding into it with ease. insatiable, is what he is— fucking you full until his balls are emptied and you're reduced to nothing but a dumb, babbling mess beneath him.

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୧ ♡ pairing ꒱   kamado tanjiro x gn!afab!reader

୧ ♡ synopsis ꒱   kamado tanjiro has patience like no other. try as you might, you can’t push his buttons. sometimes, less is more.

୧ ♡ content warnings ꒱   choking, impact play (ass + clit spanking), soft & condescending dom tanji, pet names (sweet angel, sweetheart, baby, pretty thing, angel, sweet baby), unrealistic cervix fucking, mindbreak, dumbification, daddy kink

୧ ♡ word count ꒱   5k

୧ ♡ author’s note ꒱   something about soft, condescending doms get me going. unedited. this is purely horny word vomit. any and all mistakes are mine; i’m not a native english speaker

𐐂 ── masterlist.

tanjiro is a kind, mild-mannered man. he doesn’t let things get to him so easily. try as you might, he won’t bat an eyelid when you throw petty little tantrums or act up. his response to you is simple: smile sweetly, pat your head, give you a kiss laced with pure love and adoration, then wrap one strong arm around you so that you can be close to him as he continues. not once does he ever treat you roughly, not even in bed. you have to be the one who asks him to be more brutish but you know he holds himself back when he does.

he doesn’t like hurting you at all but you want to be hurt.

you want the stinging pain that comes with every smack of his hand against your ass. you want to feel him abuse your insides and turn your brain into mush. you want the calloused texture of his palms gripping cruelly onto your body as he pounds recklessly into you. you want him to mock you and tease you as you struggle to form sentences.

you want him to break you into pieces then put you back together lovingly and you’ll do anything that you can to push the right buttons until you get what you want.

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Uzui Tengen X F!Reader

Y/N and the original trio of wives have a massive surprise for their Lord, Tengen. After months of being away on a mission, today is the day to reveal something very special to him! F!Reader (use of she/her pronouns).

Content Warnings: pregnancy, implied future smut, and polyamory.

Hurried footsteps echo through the halls as Suma ran about, grinning ear to ear. As she practically slammed the sliding door open, she came to a shrieking halt. You were the exact person she was looking for.

"Hina! Y/N-chan!! Lord Tengen is home!!"

Upon hearing the news, you smile back to Hina, who had sat across from you. As you try to get up, she hurriedly comes to your side. Wrapping an arm around your swollen waist and belly, she was quick to hoist you up.

"Excellent news, Suma. Hurry and get Makio prepared to welcome him properly," Hina softly commanded, making Suma scurry off in excitement. You fidget in place, Hina being quick to notice.

" I-It's been months since he's been home..." You confess this softly, your brow knitting together," He hasn't... seen me like this yet."

Hina offers you a pat on your side, chuckling," While it will be quite a surprise, I'm sure he will be thrilled, Y/N-chan." Hina's soft demeanor never fails to comfort you, as you nod," O-Of course... I'm just cant help but be nervous!"

Hina places a chaste kiss to your forehead, the kind gesture making you sigh," Breathe, Y/N. You have nothing to fear."

As the two of you make your way through the main hall, you hear Suma and Maki scrambling noisily. They were hastily shouting back and forth as you heard several things clutter and fall to the ground.

"Be careful, you two!!," Hina warns," We don't want Y/N to get hurt in this ruckus!"

Makio dashes into the hall, swiping the sweat off of her forehead," We're doing our best here!!," she barked, though the wide grin on her face revealed her excitement.

"Everything's ready!!!" She adds while Suma stumbles into the hall to meet with you all.

Tengen's three original wives look to you, sending you smiles of encouragement and absolutely glee.

"Hurry, hurry Hina!! Y/N needs to hide!!," Suma squeals, coming up to your other side to help you along. You laugh, both of your arms draped over your wives shoulders.

"You guys! I can handle myself, don't worry about me!" You quip, unable to keep yourself from laughing. The two at your side shake their heads sternly, smiling all the while.

"Ever since last week, you've been struggling to even walk!! So let us help you through this, baka!" Makio cuts in, as she hurriedly fluffs the pillows in the bedroom.

Their goal was to get you to hide there, in the room that was set for the Baby Reveal. Though you would never be able to tell what the baby would be like, you could only imagine the beauty your baby would be. Boy, girl, or otherwise... it honestly didn't matter! The household was just as eager to welcome a new life!

As you finally got situated at the foot of the bed, you reach over and caress Suma and Hina's cheeks, before placing a kiss on Makio's.

"I guess I can't argue with you three. Thank you for taking such good care of me~" you coo, making your wives sigh in unison.

"Any time, darling," Hina cooed back, before kissing your forehead," We'll be right back. But are you ready for Lord Tengen, Y/N-chan?"

You flush brightly as you hear a familiar voice cry out," I'm home!!"

You nod in confirmation, beaming up at the three women before you," Ready as I'll ever be!"

Your wives make haste, hurrying to greet Tengen. Though you could hear the commotion in the distance, your thoughts were a major distraction.

Your eyes flickered to the decor... the low lighting, the sentimental flowers, and the lanterns hanging in all four corners of the room... the colors were warm and inviting, but still flashy enough that Uzui would approve. You looked to the doorway in front of you, your hand ghosting over your swollen stomach.

Never had you thought that you would become a mother. After becoming a demon slayer, you were confronted with thoughts of intense and sudden ends of life... and quite a few times, your life had been on the line.

But since meeting Tengen and the others, your outlook on life had greatly changed. You were excited to experience life in many ways, on top of living each day fully and earnestly.

But here you were, with a swollen belly and a full heart... you were blessed with something that the three other wives hadn't gotten... at least, not yet.

You were anxious to see Tengen as a father, though negative thoughts were quick to leave your mind. Between his gentle mannerisms and kind words shared with you all, you knew that your child would have the greatest parents ever. And five total, to boot!

"Laaaadies... I'm growing impatient! Is Y/N out and about again?," you hear Tengen scold, earning a giggle from the others.

"Noooo~" Suma sang," In fact, she's been expecting you, too!" Makio follows up. Your breath hitches as you hear their footsteps approach the bedroom door.

"Hah? Then what's the need for the blindfold? Honestly, if this is another one of her pranks, I swear--"

"No no, Lord Tengen! Pl-Please keep it on!!" Hina commands gently," We've all been working so hard on your surprise!"

This seems to amuse Tegen, as his hearty laugh fills your senses," Fine, fine! I suppose I could use a little flashiness right now! Even if Y/N is up to trouble again!" He quips back. You pout as you hear his steps come to a halt. Based on his sigh, you figure that he gave in to the trio's demands.

The three ladies in the hall nod to each other, before opening the door to your shared bedroom. You subconsciously tense up as you see Tengen stumble inside, his foot catching on the doorframe.

"Agh-- Suma, watch it!," Makio gripes, making the other woman whine," I-Im sorry, I'm guiding as best as I caaaaan!!" Hina can only chuckle as Tengen rolls his eyes. What was he gonna do with the four of you?

You feel your heart thumping in your throat, your cheeks a bright red as you see Tengen inch closer. He grins," I can hear your, Y/N~" he teases. Though he is unable to see you, he could sense you twitching from his words.

"Can I take this off now??" Tengen asks impatiently, before his hands are guided towards you. Suma and Makio gently place both hands on your tummy, as Hina comes up from behind Uzui and smiles.

"Yes, Lord Tengen. You may."

"Open your eyes!!," Maki and Suma say in unison.

Tengen seems confused, as he doesn't recognize the firmness of this skin. Surely, the warmth came from you, but he had no idea what he was touching. Your thighs? Your shoulders? Something certainly felt off...

He removes the blindfold quickly with one hand, before his eyes land on yours. You smile up at him nervously.

"L... Lord Tengen... Welcome home, darling..." you say sheepishly, almost quiet enough to where he couldnt hear you. His eyes flicker down to his other hand, before his breath catches in his throat.

He stares for a few moments, seemingly with no reaction. This, of course, makes the four of you stir anxiously. Tengen was known for strong emotions and outbursts, but for the first time in a LONG time... he's speechless.

Uzui quickly falls to his knees, though due to his height, he was almost at eye level with you.

"This... this is..."

His other hand comes towards your stomach quickly, making you flinch. He flinches as well, realizing quickly that he was getting too brash. He gently caresses the other side of your stomach, his maroon eyes flicking between the four of his wives.

"How... how long have you know?" Tengen asks softly, his gaze finally landing on Hina. Tears are welling up in her eyes, as she smiles warmly at him.

"Sh-Shortly after you left... but... we wanted you to experience this in person. A letter couldn't compare to this moment," Hina admits, coming to his side and placing a hand on his shoulder. Makio and Suma are quick to follow, both of them placing a hand on either of Uzui's.

"It was hard not to say anything," Makio adds," ...but we took great care of Y/N while you were away, Lord Tengen."

Uzui's gaze falls back to your swollen abdomen, his hands gently moving around, exploring your tummy's new form.

Again, he is overcome with silence, his head dipping for a moment. You feel something warm fall onto your stomach, gasping as you see Tengen's shoulders tremble.

"I-I'm so sorry... I wasn't here for you like I should have been." Choking on his words, more tears followed as Makio, Suma, and Hina embrace Tengen. You were surprised to see such a reaction from him.

"N-No! My Lord, please, it's okay!!!" You hurriedly reply, cupping Tengen's face," You were doing everything you should have and needed to, as a Demon Slayer... and as our husband. We're safe-- I-I'm safe, because of your efforts."

Your three wives smile and weep as they kiss Tengen's cheeks and shoulders, trying to comfort him. Though they too felt sorry for the overwhelmed Uzui.

"You came back. And it still feels like you've never left my side. That's all that matters," you finish, placing a hand on top of one of Uzui's strong, calloused hands.

For a few moments, the room grows quiet as the five of you sniffle and hiccup, still overcome with relieved tears.

But Tengen is quick to smile, his forehead gently bumping into yours as his arms overtake all four of his wives. When he raises his head again, he is beaming with pride and joy. His eyes are puffy and red with fresh, hot tears.

"I'm going to be a father..." he practically chokes out, grinning ear to ear," And the four of you will all be fantastic, flashy mothers!!!"

The five of you embrace each over, though gently as to not hurt you or the baby. As all of your collective tears and praises intermingle into a symphony, you feel something strange.

Your stomach lurches suddenly, making you grunt in surprise. The five of you freeze, before Tengen looks to your stomach. Hina and the other wives gasp, as all 3 of them grabbing at Tengen's wrists. They hastily shove Tengen's hands towards your tummy, pressing gently.

"There!! There, just now! Y/N did you feel-- A KICK?!?" Suma practically shrieks, followed by an excited squeal from Makio.

"This couldn't be better timing!!!," she exclaims," This is the first time, right, Y/N?!"

You instinctively place a hand over your stomach, wincing," I-I don't know what that was... m-maybe it was a kick? The wind was just... knocked out of me all of the sudden--!!"

As you say this, Tengen moves the others aside, placing his right ear to your stomach and listening intently. You fluster rapidly, gasping out Tengen's name as you're practically knocked over from the movement.

Your three wives excitedly come right back up, eager to watch the moment from behind Tengen's broad frame.

"... I hear it... the heartbeat!" Tengen claims softly, a sickeningly sweet smile spreading across his lips. " A strong one, too! That's to be expected of my child!" He coos, grinning boastfully.

As he speaks, you feel the breath getting knocked out from you again. You yelp as your stomach moves once more. This time, Tengen feels this lurch, and inhales sharply.

"Th-There!! Just now!! It was a kick!!!" He exclaims. Hina, Suma, and Makio practically shriek with excitement, hugging each other as Tengen continues to weep.

You can't help but laugh, a hand coming to Uzui's hair to stroke it," So it is!!!" you happily sing back to him, beaming with glee. "I'm pretty far along, so I guess that shouldn't be a surprise!!"

Before long, Tengen is mere inches from your lips, caressing your face as if you were fine porcelain. For a moment, his gentle expression is replaced with a firm acknowledgement.

" Y/N. It is an honor to be your husband, and I promise to continue to take care of the four of you... and our child." Uzui says tenderly. Uzui's hand comes up to brush your hair away from your face as your cheeks are peppered with kisses. You giggle at the stimulation as you feel the bed shift behind you.

Suma and the other wives have surrounded you, coming up to caress and embrace you as well.

"I gratefully except your praise and protection... a-as well as your child, Lord Tengen."

You feel Tengen's face heat up at your statement, before it's replaced with a prideful smirk," Careful, or I may bless you with more of my brood tonight~"

Your face soon mimics the shade on Tengen's, as Suma whines," But!! BUT!!! I want Lord Tengen's babies, too!!"

" Y-Yeah, don't leave us out, Lord Tengen!!" Makio gripes, clinging to his right arm. Hina chuckles, kissing both Suma and Makio.

"In due time, Makio, Suma... one child can already be a handful... and we already have two here!" Tengen and Hina share a laugh as Makio and Suma complain, and you are quick to laugh with the former duo.

But in the very next moment, you feel yourself being pushed onto your back, your head falling into Makio's lap. You squirm feverishly as you see one of Tengen's hands planting itself beside your head, while the other caresses your stomach.

"Ladies, ladies... the four of you will all bear my child... but Hina is right. For our safety and the child's, we can only afford to have one of us out of commission at a time," Tengen softly warns, making the four of you begrudgingly agree.

"However... I look forward to the four of you ALL being plump with my children. But until then... I do believe that Y/N is overdue for some relief. Who knows the burden my child has placed on your knees and feet..." Tengen lazily kisses your lips, still grinning as the trio of wives chuckle lowly

" My, that weight straining your back... your chest..."

Tengen's hand leaves your stomach to trace down your thigh, before gently sliding back up and under your robes. You stammer, unable to form a coherent sentence as Tengen kisses you again, briefly.

"Suma, Makio, Hina... care to help your Lord take care of your wife?"

You hear a cacophony of giggles and jeers as your four spouses come to surround you, grinning mischievously. Your lip quivers as you try not to look away, a jittery, hot surge of anticipation flaring up in your nether regions.

"N-Now?? Right now, you mean??" You question feverishly, before Hina and Suma bless your cheeks and collar bone with kisses.

Tengen grins as a hand snakes up your inner thigh, making your heart race in excitement.

"There's no better time than the present, right?" Hina leans over to kiss Tengen before he starts a sloppy kiss trail towards your core.

"Besides...," Hina adds dreamily," We wanted to surprise you, too~"

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A/N: Thank you for the read! I have unfortunately gone through SUCH a hiatus, but I found my writing flame awakened because of this damn hashira and his wives!

I'm relatively rusty at fanfics, so go easy on me! And let me know if you'd like a STEAMY part 2! ;)

Omg your Madara posts are soo satisfying, Can you plz do Uchiha Sasuke nsfw links too :)

Hey! Sorry for the delay! 🥺 I hope you like this🤞. Do send a feedback!❤️

Warning ⚠️: Contains graphic material, rough sex, 18+, MDNI. Also if you are uncomfortable with this, do not interact.

⚠️This is not proof-read⚠️

😩🥵🔞 SASUKE🔞🥵😩

These are the links.

Link 1, Link 2, Link 3

Even though he has trouble showing people his emotions, don't let him deceive you. This man is crazy about sex.

Sasuke is the kind of man who enjoys having hot, passionate sex with you. He will treat you like his princess in public, but will bang you hard and rough all while degrading you like a slut at home.

As he is away for long periods of time due to the missions that are assigned to him, when he's back home, he will dick you down every chance he gets, irrespective of the time of the day and the surroundings.

You both have done it everywhere, the hokages office, in the dark corner of the alleyway behind the school and even at Naruto's place.

He's always hard. If he is not working, all he can think about is pumping you full with his cum. He loves fucking you, watching your face go dumb with all that pounding.

When you are at home, you are not allowed to wear any underwear or clothes that he can't rip off immediately.

Watching you in skimpy clothes, your ass and tits jiggling with every step you take, turns him on beyond your imagination. He will either finger your pussy or finger your ass. Sometimes he'll just pinch your clit till you come, squirting your juices all over the floor.

Any chance he gets,his dick will be inside your pussy breeding you. He loves the thought of you fat and pregnant with a baby and will suck on your boobs till they are raw and sensitive, as a practice for future.

He loves when you deep throat him. He'll hold your hair and make you choke on his dick repeatedly till you drink his cum, swallowing all of it without spilling a single drop on the floor.

You are not allowed to masturbate. If you want help, you need to go to him. He'll help you by fingering your pussy so hard, that you leave his room whimpering, you pussy satisfied with pain and pleasure.

He knows all your spots, and knows how to reach them. He loves it when your legs shake with all the pleasure. Even though your pussy is sensitive, he will repeatedly hit your cervix, bruising it and make you cum over and over again.

He loves it when he comes back home and you are sitting on the sofa, your pussy spread for him, all wet, and your leg spread out, looking like a tasty meal. He'll ravish your pussy. He'll first eat you out, sucking the life out of your clit, making it hard. Then he'll tongue fuck you while one his hands keep rubbing your clit furiously. He'll rail you the whole night, first in missionary, then in doggy style hitting all the good spots. Then he'll take you anally, his one hand choking you while three fingers are inside you pussy, pumping you. The pressure of having both your holes filled is too much for you. Before you know it, you are squirting all over him. Even though your pussy is super sensitive, he won't stop. He'll pound into you, cumming inside your pussy over and over again until his cum is leaking out of both of your holes.

If you act like a brat, he might use clamps on your nipples and clit to teach you a lesson.

You are nothing but his pathetic little fucktoy, his slut that he'll use to revive the Uchiha clan.

"Lost Lamb." | OG Sukuna X Reader | Pilot

{ This is a pilot read for my next Sukuna x Reader fanfic!! }

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Warning: Og Sukuna Ryomen, blood, some slight gore, mentions of burning bodies, runaway reader, caught stealing, servant reader, Master x Servant, mentions of abuse, trigger warnings, abandonment, starvation (???), Uraume cooks a human-

Reader: Female Reader

Plot: A Master x Servant Fanfiction in which Sukuna, the king of curses, finds you snooping in his temple and he makes you pay for your crimes for the rest of your life..

Words: 4.673k

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The harsh grasp of his hand on your throat choked out any amount of air that would have reached your lungs. Nails as sharp as knives threatening to slit your jugular and let the crimson liquid spill into his palm.

No one has ever before dared to enter his temple —his home— and lived. So why? Why did a young woman such as this one decide to tempt fate and test her life?

"Pl-Please... don't..." She choked out, blood pooling from her lips.

Sukuna sneered in disgust at the sight. "Why shouldn't I?"

Fat tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, shaking and trying to stay composed so as to not upset the curse further. You knew death was going to come easy if you said the wrong things or did something to annoy him.

"I caught you scavenging like a pathetic rat in my kitchen." Eyes that could cut diamonds pierced your heart. "How dare you, human?"

"...D-Didn't mean... upset you...."

"Pathetic. A mortal like you shouldn't be allowed another ounce of breath."

You knew he was right; you had gone into his home looking for food. Tempting the gods into giving you a punishment by his hand. The King of Curses finding you looking for food and stealing from him was going to have a consequence, and yet you didn't care.

You were hungry, on the verge of death even.

"Please... let me.. pay you.." You cried, your whimpering growing quiet as air was sucked from your chest.

"Pay me? PAY ME?" A loud bellow left the cursed king, the laugh rattling your bones and heart to the core.

"You wish to pay for that food you tried to steal from me? That's laughable. I wouldn't allow it even if you got on your hands and knees and begged for forgiveness."

With a swift recoil of his arm, Sukuna threw you into a wall. A crack echoing from the back of your skull before you landed on the ground, a bleeding and coughing mess. His footsteps slowly numbed into the background as an ear-splitting headache surfaced.

"If you wish to live, however.."

Blood, spit and tears collected in a small puddle on the floor as Sukuna spoke. The ringing in your head makes you cry into a shriveled up mess of misery.

"You'll cook, clean, and serve me whichever way I wish."

His hand came down on the back of your head, nails digging into your temples as Sukuna lifted your gaze to him again.

"Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Unable to nod, you gave a small 'yes' as you desperately held back a cough. Sukuna scoffed, releasing your head and dropping you onto the cold floor. He turned his attention to the servant that was peeping in on the conversation, calling them over and speaking to them.

"Uraume, take this.... human.. to the showers." Sukuna's voice was slowly fading into the buzzing noise. "Make sure she's taken care of by tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Sukuna." The servant mumbled, bowing their head slightly before turning to you.

Sukuna took one more look down at you and turned, heading towards the temple doors and out to only God knows where. The person called 'Uraume' stepped forward and knelt down, gesturing for you to stand and grab a hold of their hand.

"Th-Thank you." You mumbled, though didn't think you should've.

"You're welcome." They mumbled, hooking your arm around their neck and placing their hand around your waist. "Let's go."

Quietly, the subordinate guided you to the showers. Your eyes looking around the temple as you both walked by the many statues of the shrine's owner and the littering offerings in the large hallway. The soft sound of water cascading down a mountain echoed throughout the empty walls, and the sight of a waterfall nearby creating hot-springs could be seen outside a window.

"This place was always a little gloomy." Uraume mumbled, catching your attention. "Sukuna never really likes... guests."

"I c-can... tell.." Swallowing down the spit, or blood, in your throat to speak.

"I apologize for making you speak in your condition. Please, don't speak until you feel better."

Nodding, you learned some more weight onto Uraume to which they obliged. And as you walked to the warmth of the shower room, you thought back to how you ended up in this trouble.

Thinking back to the village you formerly lived in, remembering how they had pushed you away, forcing you to learn how to fend for yourself and take care on your own. Quickly adapting to the life of a thief and stealing bread from the local bakery at sunrise every morning before others woke up.

Some people in the village felt pity for you; handing out free food and shelter when they could, but soon ending their services when the town's chief found out.

Your life wasn't always like that though. You had a mother and a father that loved you dearly. Giving you hot meals every night and treating you like the love of their life. Fresh clothes whenever they could afford new silks when the city's trader came around, fashioning them into pants and coats for school and everyday wear.

But, they soon grew to hate you when your father started to come home drunk. He'd take out his anger on you and your mother did nothing but ignore the abuse she was forced to witness. You never knew why she didn't help you, to at least heal you when your cuts got too deep.

And when they kicked you out, you still didn't get an answer from her. Living alone, cold, and always dirty was what your life turned into.

Stumbling away from that hell hole and into the forest was your only choice when a fire broke out and burned the place to the ground. Finding shelter somewhere near Sukuna's home for months at a time until you ventured too far and came into contact with the temple.

The clean sight of the shrine had taken you by surprise, seeing as it was in the middle of the forest and no clear path to it. And the smell of fresh food being cooked inside made your stomach churn with want. Gradually, you started stalking out the home, figuring out the best time to break in and hopefully get some food before you leave.

Right when you managed to get in, Sukuna happened to come along as you got into his meat storage.

His glare alone made you want to cry for mercy and beg til you died for forgiveness. That was before he clamped a hand down on your throat and dragged your body to where Uraume was cleaning.

"Lean your head back," They gently ordered. Their hands work through your matted hair and wash out the suds with a cup of warm water from the tub.

Thanking them, you lifted your arms when they asked and melted at the feeling of the rag gliding over your body. Nearly a year of dirt being washed away as you soaked in the tub.

"Is the water comfortable?" Uraume asked, rubbing their hand against your back. "Do you need more warm water from the springs?"

Shaking your head, you felt the ringing in your ear stop and the migraine leave as you relaxed. Once you were finished, soft splashing echoed through the room as you stood to get out. Uraume held onto your hand for support and wrapped a towel around you once your feet met the floor.

"I'll take you to get you fresh clothes to wear." They said, patting down your hair.

"Are you almost finished, Uraume?" A voice huffed from the doorway.

You shuttered at the sight of Sukuna's large frame filling the door. His torso exposed and four arms tattooed with singular black bands covering his wrists and biceps folded over his chest. Choking down the lump in your throat, you averted your gaze to the floor.

"Yes, Master." Uraume answered Sukuna, not even giving him a second glance as they continued to dry your hair.

"Good." He mumbled, watching you squirm under his gaze. A hateful glare leaving him for a moment at your unease before he headed down the hall.

"Where's he going?" You asked quietly, trying to not strain your voice.

"Most likely his throne room." Uraume responded, folding the used towel before grabbing a brush.

"He goes there around this time before I begin cooking. It's around the main hall, where you were, but you couldn't see it from your positioning."

"Oh.."

Uraume made quick work of your hair, not tying it up so that it didn't become matted again when it was fully dry. They stood and took you to what appeared to be a servant's chambers, most likely their own, as they looked for a kimono in the closet nearby.

"Sit on the bed, please?" They asked, sorting through the clothing.

Doing as asked, you sat and looked around the small room. It was very neutral and it reminded you of the grounds outside. Many deep blues and turquoise counters clashed with white marble walls and red carpeting. The bed wasn't very large, but just big enough for Sukuna's subordinate to sleep in, which they didn't seem to complain about. And a singular window covered by a white cloth gave a small view of the gardens you remembered.

"How long have you been here?" Scooping your drying hair over your shoulder, you ran your fingers through the strands.

"For a few years." The monk answered, pulling out a simple outfit like their own. White interior and a blue, almost black, for the rest of the outfit.

"I don't really remember when we met, but we've been working together for as long as I know."

Standing, you took the outfit from Uraume and bowed, thanking them before they left. Closing the door, Uraume let you know where to find them if you needed anything. So, you got dressed in the outfit and fixed your hair up to look decent, exiting the room only to feel unnatural and out of place in the big temple.

The countless amounts of offerings from the surrounding villages spilled from their bowls and buckets. Some rather gory presents were heads or dead animals that seemed to be preserved so they didn't smell.

God, so many.. I wonder why he gets offerings anyways? To keep him 'pleased' maybe?

"What are you doing here?" Sukuna's voice echoed from his throne.

Startled by the sudden sound, you tripped on your foot and stopped yourself before you fell onto the floor. "U-Uh, I was-"

"Answer me." He ordered, his claws cutting the skull his on armchair.

"I'm looking for Uraume."

A hum left him before a silence filled the air, the conversation that happened almost an hour ago replaying in your head. His large hands gripping your throat and your toes unable to feel the ground. The scenario played on loop in your mind; so when Sukuna spoke again, your lips let out a small squeak.

"They're in the kitchen preparing my meal." He answered, pointing a long nail towards a hallway. "Be useful and go help them. Leave me be until dinner is made."

With a curt bow, you headed towards the echoing sounds of clattering pots and pans. But, the sound of Sukuna calling for you to stop made your heart drop.

"What's your name, mortal?" Sukuna asked, barely turning his head towards you.

Feeling the heat of your cheeks rise at his gaze, fumbling with the ends of your collar as you force out an answer from your sore throat.

"Y-Y/n... L/n."

Nodding, Sukuna ran his tongue over his lower lip before staring ahead. "Call me 'Lord Sukuna' or 'Master' from now on, servant."

Leaving the cursed spirit alone, you make your way down the hall you were previously dragged down and meet with Uraume's back. At the sound of your footsteps, they turned around and greeted you, pulling a knife from its holder and placing it on a cutting board.

"Sukuna sent you in here to help me?" They asked, cutting up some vegetables and dumping them into a pot.

"Yeah, I hope I'm not a bother."

"No, it's actually nice to have some help around here."

Heading towards the monk, you stood in front of the boiling pot and peered inside. Your nose comes into contact with the smell of boiling greens, and some spices and herbs added to the broth.

"What's this?" You asked, gesturing towards the pot.

"Food for Sukuna." Uraume answered, cutting up some meat before placing it on a rock set up over a fireplace.

The raw meat looked like it wasn't drained of all blood, some even trickling down the sides of the large steak and onto the hot stone. It smelled odd, as if you've smelled it before, but couldn't quite guess where.

"That meat looks bad, are you sure it's okay to serve?"

"It's fine, I got it from a villager yesterday evening."

Oh... still, it doesn't look good. "What kind? Boar meat?"

"Woman." Uraume answered bluntly, a sick churn in your stomach at the response.

"...That's a really bad joke." You mumbled, glancing at the cooking flesh. "Y-You are joking right?"

Uraume didn't answer, but just chopped up more herbs for the broth cooking in the pot before turning to face you again. "No, I'm not."

Your stomach twisted and you cupped a hand over your mouth, dashing over to a bin for trash and hurling your empty stomach acid into the can. Uraume went back to their preparations before speaking again.

"Half of our offerings come from the dead." They started, picking up some cloth to protect their hands from the handles.

"Some are still living when we receive them, and it really depends on Sukuna's mood whether to kill them on the spot or not. But, this is what most of the meat comes from. Women and children are the protein that he eats."

The gagging noises soon ended when the churning in your gut resided, wiping your lips clean of vomit on the back of your sleeve as you came up for air. "He's a cannibal?"

"I don't know if you can call him a cannibal now, since he's a curse."

Flashes of your burning village swirled in your mind as your eyes landed on the cooking meat. The smell is sickeningly delicious on your nose, but tearing your eyes away from the slab to the counter with all you can muster made you sick.

"Here," Uraume lifted a piece of cooked meat up to your lips. "You're weak. Eat it."

"Uh.." You stuttered, eyes growing wide at the offering. "Is it human too?"

"No, it's beef. I cook more than a human, darling."

Taking a small breath, you took the morsel in your mouth and cooed at the flavors pooling down your throat. The seasoning was perfect and cooked to a nice medium rare that was soothing to the pallet.

It's just a bite, but I want a whole plate.

"Better?" Uraume asked, picking up the pot and stirring some noodles with the broth.

"Yes, very much, thank you."

"You're welcome, Y/n."

As you silently helped Uraume with preparing Sukuna's dinner — slowly learning how to cook which things properly — you were finally told to go into the dining area around the corner and set the table.

"I'll be right back then." You bowed, heading off towards the dining room.

Uraume had given you easy directions to the area, and you found it in a manner of a few short minutes. Once there, you quickly took in the Japanese theme of your surroundings before setting up the table and utensils.

Small banners —or flags, you presumed— hung from the ceiling with splashes of blood near the ends of each.

So far, it's not that bad here.. Feeling out the wound in the back of your head, you rubbed the spot gently before wincing at the ache. Other than that, of course.

"Servant." Sukuna's rough voice alerted you, forcing you to look up and meet your gaze with him.

His brows furrowed. "You're supposed to be helping Uraume."

"They said to come in here and set the table.." You whimpered, twirling your thumbs together and standing quickly.

Sukuna snorted, walking over to the large pillow placed at your feet and took a seat. Running a hand through his pink hair, he waved you off and told you to help your partner. Rushing off to the kitchen again, you nearly collided with Uraume as she pushed a cart full of food to the table.

"Oh- hello." They stammered out, the look of shock being the one look of emotion on their face since you arrived.

Dinner went by in a haze; Sukuna said that you were going to officially start learning from Uraume tomorrow morning and to wake up early so you could get a head start sooner.

You and Uraume had shared a meal later on after Sukuna headed to the showers, not really speaking much as your voice was in need of recovery. But you had a feeling that if Sukuna didn't decide to make you his servant, you'd be the one he ate instead of the random woman he ingested earlier.

So what made him choose that instead of murdering me?

"What's on your mind?" Uraume asked, looking up from their dish.

"Nothing.." You responded, swallowing some noodles and announcing your leave.

Bowing and thanking Uraume for the meal, you headed towards the kitchen again with the cart. The clattering of dishes echoed throughout the empty hallway, soon ending when you had finished cleaning and putting away the plates and utensils when Uraume walked in with their dish.

"Oh, you did the dishes?" A brow raised when they opened one of the compartments and saw them cleaned perfectly.

"Might as well, right?" You smiled weakly, clasping your hands together in front of your middle. "Since I'm going to be here for a while?"

"While it is quite a small time, Y/n." Uraume nodded at the dishes and gave a small thumbs up. "But, you did great on these. I'll get mine cleaned and take you to Lord Sukuna's chambers."

You blinked; once, twice, a third time. "Excuse me?"

"He's going to escort you to your new room, of course." Uraume muttered, dipping the plate into a sink full of warm water and running a sudsy sponge over it.

"I have to head out after dinner and fix the gardens before bed."

Slowly, you nodded, your body trembling at being around your newfound master. Feeling the memory of his rough hands clutching your throat and draining the life from your lungs resurfaced again. Rubbing the, now bruised, skin of your jugular and winced at the slight pain. Your voice would probably be okay within a day or two, but you knew that those red eyes would haunt your dreams for many months.

"Let's get going." Uraume spoke up, wiping their hands dry on their clothes before exiting the room a final time that night. "It's this way."

As you made your way to the King's bedroom, you heard the calm river running outside. Crickets chirped as cicadas and other insects joined them in the night. Hearing the sounds of a bath running caught your attention as you got closer and closer to the shower room.

"Sukuna, Y/n needs to be taken to her quarters?" Uraume announced, pushing open the door.

"I'll be finished in a moment, Uraume. You can go to the gardens now, thank you." His voice echoed from inside.

With a nod, Uraume turned towards you and gave a slight bow in goodbye and headed towards the temple doors. Sukuna called you inside the bathroom, taking your mind off of Uraume's task and heading into the room until you choked on a gasp.

Sukuna was resting his chin on his forearms, lazily blinking at you as you stumbled back and hit your shoulder on the door frame. A deep sigh left his lips before he lifted his head and summoned you over with a few flicks of his fingers. The singular bands shining slightly due to the water stuck to his skin.

"Don't just stand there, servant. Open the window."

Shaking your head, you headed over to one of the windows and pulled back it's cover. The moon light pooled into the room, shimmering off of the tub water. Walking over to Sukuna, you knelt down to your knees and avoided looking into the tub to remain at least the littlest bit respectful to the male.

"A-Anything else, sir?" You asked, biting your lip stubbornly as your brows furrowed together.

"...Clean my back." Sukuna responded slowly, as if questioning whether to let your slip of the tongue anger him or not.

Feeling a lump form in your throat, you picked up the rag Uraume used before and dipped it into the water. Sukuna's brow lifted for a moment while his eyes followed your movements, before leaning forward and turning his back to you.

Oh my... Many scars littered his back, not very large or ugly ones, but little nicks and close calls from past battles and fights.

Etched into his skin permanently that didn't even make you recoil, but rather look in awe for a moment before you remembered your task. Pressing the cloth against the middle of his back, you washed in circular motions as you made your way up and towards Sukuna's nape and shoulder blades.

Occasionally squeezing the rag and draining it before dipping it into the water again and bringing it up to Sukuna's spine. Once you felt your work was done, you told Sukuna you finished to which you got a hum in response.

"Pull back the cover so I can dress in private." Sukuna said, nodding at the bamboo screen.

Quickly getting to your feet, you closed the screen around the tub and sat down beside it. Hearing the sound of water splashing and dripping onto the carpeted ground, the sound of a towel being flung around for a few moments made you look up.

The shadow of Sukuna drying himself off made your cheeks flush as you lifted him his robe over the screen. His nails grazed against the back of your hand, your arms retracting as soon as Sukuna had his clothing and pressing against your chest.

"Finished." Sukuna announced, putting the screen back into place. "To your chambers, right?"

"Y-Yes, Master." You mumbled, your eyes staring at Sukuna's fumbling hands.

You could barely see his second pair of arms folded above the kimono's belt. A large mouth with its tongue sticking out the side made your brows raise slightly.

"This way."

Sukuna took a freshly dried towel with him, drying his hair as he made his way down the hall in the opposite direction of the throne room and main corridors. Lanterns hung from the walls, burning bright flames and became less and less in amount as you grew closer to your room. And as if struggling to keep up with Sukuna's long strides wasn't enough, you had to jog up to him a few times to keep pace.

"This is my room, in case Uraume didn't tell you before." Sukuna waved a hand at a large set of mahogany doors.

Two small ram skulls were carved into the middle of each door with a dark shade of red circling the eye socket as the inside turned to black. Many carvings of symbols you assumed were written lined the door as well as the initials of Sukuna's name were also carved into the wood.

"Your room will be close to mine, just in case." The curse grumbled, his voice low and soundly a little sleepy. "Here."

The door to the room was significantly smaller than Sukuna's, since you weren't his height. But you could tell that, if he so desired, he could just bow his head inside to enter.

"This is your room so get comfortable." Sukuna said as he pushed open the door, the inside resembling Uraume's room in many ways.

The colors and the overall scenery was as if you just walked into their living space and not your own. Taking a step inside, Sukuna followed and looked around, clicking his tongue at the bed's sheets and kneeling to look at them closely.

Meanwhile, you were looking around and looking in the closet that was deprived of a good clean in days. No clothes or undergarments were seen in the drawers or the closet, making your face form a confused pout.

"Uraume is going to get you new clothes and underwear while they're at the market tomorrow morning." Sukuna randomly mentioned, thumbing the old sheets in his palm.

"I'll have to tell them to get new bedding for you too; this is terrible."

"N-No, this is fine!" You said, happy you got your own room and a roof over your head after living under makeshift shelter for a year.

Plopping your rear on the mattress, you sprawled your limbs out on the bed and took a deep breath. Sukuna's eyes watching you closely before looking back down at the covers again and standing.

"I don't care, you're getting new sheets." He said, placing his used towel over his shoulder and glaring down at you.

"These haven't been touched in years, they've been in dire need of getting replaced. I can't believe I didn't notice until now that they were falling apart.."

Not even listening to Sukuna's words, you closed your eyes and felt your body finally relax. As if the old and stiff mattress was the softest thing in the whole world. Softer than silk, or sheep's wool; your body going numb once you opened your eyes again and sat up.

"Wake up first thing in the morning." Sukuna stated, turning to leave your room when you stopped him.

"What is it?"

"Uhm, thank you, Lord Sukuna." You mumbled, closing your eyes and taking a breath before you heard the sound of wood being scratched.

"Don't thank me for letting you live, love." Sukuna retorted, his nails digging into the back of your door as he glared down at your small form on the bed.

"You are nothing but a rotten thief that just so happened to be of use to me. If I wanted to, you'd be dead right now if I was in a different mood at the time. You're lucky though, since the Gods haven't asked me to take your fucking head."

Blood ran cold as daggers were stabbed into the back of your eyes. Your soul chilling at the words that left the king of curses, his glare just as fierce as before and making you feel tears threaten.

"I know that, I was just giving my thanks." You muttered, desperately trying to force your gaze away.

"...Meet Uraume in the gardens by morning." Sukuna said, a snide smile forming on his lips. "You remember where those are, right? Snooping out my home, you must've learned where they are."

Nodding, you lowered your head and listened to the door close as Sukuna made his leave. His footsteps echoing down the hallway and into his room, the clatter of his doors slamming close reverberated off the walls.

"..I'm sorry." You whispered to yourself, seeing a tear fall from your eye to which you wiped it off.

This is my fault, he's right. I'm a servant now, and this is the life I chose for myself by trying to steal from him.

Quickly getting undressed into the light night gown underneath, you crawled under the old sheets and looked out the window. The moon shined so bright and proud; a sight you've grown fond of since being deserted by your family. Feeling a small smile lift the corners of your lips, your eyelids closed slowly as you drifted off to sleep.

Blankets kept your body warm as you slept, though they didn't save you from the nightmares that haunted you into the night.

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I hope you enjoyed the pilot read of "Lost Lamb." This could be considered part 1, but I decided to make it a pilot since I didn't know if you guys would like it or not.

I am also super sorry for not being able to post on V-day, but I got a make-up smut coming up sometime soon! 😭😭

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Headcanons: Different Versions of Eren and How They Fuck You

a/n: this one goes out to @the-princess-button , whose fanfics inspire this. 💛

Warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, oral sex (m! and f! receiving), fem! reader, creampie, cum shots, voyeurism, rough sex, after sex care, hair pulling, face sitting, unedited.

Paradis Eren is gentle and caring. He loves to hold your hands when he is putting his cock inside of you because you have the habit of squeezing it when he is completely inside. During sex, he will call you his "baby girl" or His pull out game isn't all that strong and he comes relatively fast but he only does so once he is completely sure that you have been satisfied and, if he can't hold it in, he will eat you out while his cum oozes out of your pussy, he loves the taste of his seed mixed with the taste of your juices. He gives the best after-sex cuddles of all times.

Marley Eren likes it rough and raw. He refuses to wear a condom because he believes that he can pull it out on time when, in reality, he just has a breeding kink and, with your consent, he likes to pretend you don't know he is coming inside of you and asks you to pretend to be mad at him once you're done having sex. He is an asshole who has a degradation kink so he loves to call you a little slut. He is also really into teasing, he will pull his cock out the second you are about to come because he just likes seeing the look of despair on your face. He does give you cuddles after and breaks away from his "rough" persona.

Hobo Eren gets hard extremely fast and easily, all it takes is a sniff of your panties and he is all ready to go. The amount of times he has stolen your underwear and used it to rub his cock is insane. He loves nothing more than to come on pieces of your clothing that smell like you. When he gets to touch you, you let him fuck you in the ass and he whispers underneath his breath all the time about how tight it is and you feel as his fingernails dig through the skin of your hips. He pulls out before coming on your back, cock twitching against your ass. You do this at least once every few days.

Manbun Eren has a silent way of telling you he wants you to sit on his face: He will put his hair up and lay on the bed, face up and hands on his abdomen as he patiently awaits for you to take off your underwear and take a seat on your throne. He loves to place his fingers inside of you while his tongue goes through your clit. He would rather suffocate in between your thighs than to use his hand to prop you up. Your nails dig through the paint of the wall as you search for any kind of balance. You makes you come one, two, three times, as many as it takes to get your legs shaking.

Paths Eren has the biggest dick of them all. He likes to gently lay you down on the sand and feel every inch of your body with his fingertips. He will place his head on your shoulder and begin rubbing your clit in circular motions or side to side or even just getting some light touches directly on the bud. He doesn't need to use his cock to please you but, when he does, it touches deep inside of you, perfectly hitting your g-spot with his every movement. He loves nothing more than to hear the little moans that it drags out of you and even the way you claw his back with your nails. He comes inside of you multiple times until you are so full of his cum that nothing else can fit inside of you.

Dilf Eren absolutely lives to fuck you on the kitchen counter. He will bend you down on the marble and appreciate the sight of your ass up and your pussy dripping wet for him. His dick goes in with such ease that it drives you insane and the way he wraps your hair around his fist to pull your head backwards causes your pussy to become more wet than before. His free hand goes back and forth between your hips and your mouth, covering the area to keep you quiet as to not awake his kids up but the sound of his crotch hitting against your ass would be loud enough to do so. He asks you to suck his dick so he can come on your mouth because he doesn't want another kid, at least for now. He makes you breakfast afterwards.

Pilot Eren has a thing for voyeurism. He will send the co-pilot to take a nap and, as soon as he is out of sight, he will pull his cock out and pull you by the hand, placing your palm on him. He is already hard so it isn't hard for you to begin stroking him. When he starts to buckle his hips up in synchrony with your hand, you bend down and place your lips around his cock, tongue swirling around the top before licking it all the way down to the shaft. The sound of the other flight attendants walking by and even when one of them touches the handle is enough to drive him over the edge and you can feel his hot cum flowing down your throat. He leaves you a hot, horny mess and can't wait to land the plane so he can fuck you.

Virgin Eren has absolutely no clue about what he is doing. He even needs help putting a condom on, only for it to slip off inside of you and he needs to spend the next twenty minutes digging for it. Once he gets it out, he asks if you want to keep going and you laugh at the situation the two of you find yourselves in but the answer is yes nevertheless. Without a condom, he asks if it's ok for him to come inside and, when you say yes, he is ecstatic and he does so immediately. He uses a little tissue to clean it up afterwards and asks if you would spoon him.

it’s him, it’s fanfic!eren

don’t pull out.

━━━━━━━━ eren yeager.

⤷ fem!reader, babytrapping, ovulation sex, creampie, riding, aggression, manhandling, drabble, clothed sex kinda, black coded.

just imagining when the worlds finally at peace, and the titans no longer exist, how happy everyone would be, how safe families and children would feel. of course it took a toll out of eren, and he’s still a bit paranoid about the whole ordeal, becoming commander and patrolling paradis day and night, forgetting he has an ovulating wife at home who waits for him with a good meal and open legs. it’s your favorite noise when you hear him open the front door to your brick home, staying inside your bedroom as you lay in bed flipping through an old diary. when his tall figure appears at the doorway, hair messy in its signature bun and the new all black and gray scouts attire tight on his skin—your mind falls elsewhere, or really back to where it’s been all day.

you tell him how much you miss him, standing on your tiptoes with your arms limp over his brooding shoulders, kissing his soft cupid’s bow lips before moving down to his neck. the gear he wore made him look ten times sexier than he inhumanely was. you’re glad he doesn’t have to take it fully off just for you to pull his cock out. eren misses you just as much, relaxing his shoulders once he saw you in bed with nothing on under your white robe. jumping up into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, eren shoves his hot tongue into your mouth, carrying you towards your shared bed and laying you down, groaning against your sweet lips as you stroke his cock, pulsating and hard for you now.

“eren?” you whimper as his large hands run up your sides until he’s groping your tits in his palms, thumbs flicking over your brown areoles, emerald eyes darkening.

“yeah?”

“i want a baby,” you pout your plump lips, eren laughing at you as if you were joking.

“shut up,” he shakes his head, clutching your throat before kissing you again, his dick squished between your thighs he closes before he’s thrusting slow, swallowing down his moan.

“i’m serious. i want a baby.”

he gives you a stern lock, locking his jaw before he’s silent once more. it’s not that he’s not taking you serious, he’s just not in the right mind to think about lifelong situations. he’s horny as fuck. stressed as fuck. and just needs to get it out his system. you could talk about that another time. his toned six-pack peaks from under his rising shirt, turning you on your side and keeping your right thigh flat to the bed. your cunts soaked, eren knitting his brows in focus as he taps at your clit with the head of his heavy cock, a guttural moan coming on his end as he slips his dick in, your pussy gripping him tight.

you’re upset that he isn’t listening to you, half pretending you’re mute as he angles his hips and clap against your ass, rough hand holding you down as you jolt beneath him, gasping and squealing adorably. a hand stretches out to push at his stomach, rolling your eyes back along with your head, tossing and turning.

“stay still,” eren grits his teeth, swatting your ass hard and fucking your faster, your whines making him mock you in a way as he copied you, licking his lips and drawing out a soft ‘mmm-mhm’ to coax you. “you missed daddy, baby? he’s away too long, right? gotta make more time for his sweet girl.”

“I always miss you,” you whimper, not wanting to cry. “want you around more. b-baby—”

a shrill cry falters past your lips when he stops his movements, eren sitting back on the balls of his feet and watching you writhe on the bed, hands over your face as you tried as hard as you could to keep yourself together. heart thudding amongst your chest so quick it felt like you were falling off a cliff. 

   "sit on me. I want you to cum with me. I'm so fuckin’ close,” eren grits his teeth, hands rubbing your thighs as he parts them once again with a drooling mouth, eyes practically begging to lick you clean and waiting for permission to stay down there for hours. agitation leaching onto him from missing the way you’d roughly pull at his hair, skin prickling with fire given his senses were still heightened. 

“give me a baby,” you’re so persistent, eren scoffing at you, growing irritated.

   "sit on my fuckin’ dick, i’m not saying it again,” he retaliates, wrapping his hand around his pulsating cock and lightly tapping the tip on your clit for stimulation, trying to keep you awake and focused. telling you it wasn't the time to be playing games, not with how badly he was on the verge of an orgasm. 

   you’re in no position to argue with him, not at all. you mewl as you glare at him with annoyance, picking yourself up and straddling his waist the moment he situated himself up against the headboard. his hands clap at your ass making you jump and shudder as he greedily shook your flesh in his wide palms. as much as you hate to admit, you cannot stay mad at him when he handles you this way. reaching under yourself to take hold of his warm cock, humming sensually at how it thrummed in your palm. eren lifts your ass and let’s you sink onto his lap, his jaw dropping and eyes lulling as he gasps from how sensitive he was and how tight and moist your cunt felt. you wince from the stretch, throwing your arms around his neck and pressing your foreheads together, inhaling each other's air, growing intoxicated by the intimate collision your bodies created. 

   nails scratching at his back, you feel the burning ache in your lower abdomen as your hips gyrate above him with anticipation, closing your eyes and whimpering on his neck with tiny pants, shifting faster, and it’s enough to have eren cuss out his pouty pink lips. 

   "yeah, fuck me jus’ like that, baby,” eren rasped, hands roaming over your body lasciviously. you sinfully nip at his neck, that strong scent of cologne still prominent on his scorching skin. his wails of desperation and perilous words giving you the high you needed, soaking and dripping on his thighs, so captivated you lost your fucking mind with what he had said next.

   "want a baby, huh?” he grunts, whispering as if there were other people around. you sob out, his raspy voice like poison to the brain. “want me to breed this little pussy? give you my babies?”

   "yes! please, ‘ren,” your head knocks backed as you move your hair aside so he could have admittance to the flesh of your neck, eren biting and licking at your skin as you cried out. your pain tolerance pretty much at zero since being bitten was a kink you always had. he had never questioned it, witnessing the way you made little noises of despair when you didn't get what you wanted. even worse when it came to the topic of pregnancy. he’s not deaf, or blind. he’s aware of how much you’ve been wanting a baby. pointing to families who had children, telling him you’re ovulating, rarely using condoms. he knows. and he wants one, too. he just wanted to wait for the right time. but you’re so goddamn impatient it wears him out.

   eren’s attentive to the gushing sounds your pussy creates the harder you fucked him. you weep, opening your eyes only to have them relocate to the back of your head, dizzy and vision blurry as eren sucked, fingertips digging into your hips. keeping you close to his chest and snapping his pelvis up to hear you scream louder. a tear rolls down your cheek, highly enraptured by him grunting the way he did against your skin and the harsh pounding of his cock drilling psychotically into you.

   "don’t pull out. cum inside me, please—please ‘ren!” now you’re grasping the hair on the nape of his neck to pull him away before he got carried away, too out of your head to notice the dark fervid gaze he had towards you, licking his lips and fastening his pace when realizing you had reached your peak and came tediously around him, prolonged and broken cries coursing through the air laced with sex. 

   eren’s stomach twists and coils with heat as he hastily shoves you flat on the bed and came inside you, cum streaking your walls and filling your womb to your jubilance, buried so deeply your pelvic bones interacted. eren shrouded your throat with his sweltering hand, choking you as he fucked out his high, grunting out, "pussy good as fuck, baby. fuck me. I love it. I love you."

  to make it last, make it infinite, you wrap your legs around his waist to keep him inside, make sure the cum doesn’t escape. lashes kisses his cheekbones, eren never opening his eyes to lower his head to press his lips to yours, groaning in your mouth, keeping his hand around your throat which you had no complaints about and shared a passionate kiss with him. it was unbelievably beautiful how slow it was, your body laying powerlessly beneath him, not having the strength to touch him anymore, the two of you moaning softly, eyes closed as tongues slither across one another's. lips wetly smacking and neither of you could get out a single fucking word, duly satisfied. words weren't even a priority when actions spoke louder.

“you’d make the prettiest mother.”

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Repent your sins

ꕥ Pairing : demon!Sukuna x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : maybe praying in an abandoned church isn’t the best way to show your love to god.

ꕥ Word count : 1.8k

ꕥ TW : EXTREME BLASPHEMY, religious themes, profanity, mentions of idols, degrading, body possession, blood kink, blood play, therianthropy, necrophilia (ig sukuna is like dead spirit or smth), pelargonium x reader, damage to the holy cross, sex in a holy place, smut, unprepped pussy, forced sex, rape, non con, slight dub con (y/n gets possessed), indoctrination, corruption kink, virginity taking, manipulation, heresy, extreme religious offence, pejorative language, Dom! Sukuna, spirits, mocking language, quite graphic, don’t read it easily offended or easily upset, paranoia, sadism, face slapping, smut, probs a lot others read at own risk. 18+

Cold wind whisked through your hair as your flat shoes began getting drenched from the feeling of the rain under you. You trying your hardest to run as hard and as fast as you could. The time was almost 3am. You had only 10 minutes to pray. You needed to repent. Quick and fast.

Arriving at the closed off church you quickly walked inside, getting on your knees and cupping your hands infront of one of the beautiful monarch windows, an ancient bible kept safe in a glass box as you hung your head low in shame.

‘May god forgive me for my sins for thou shall not commit potential idolatry again. Jesus is my saviour and may the lord consider my apologies.’

You almost cried at the thought of what you did today, considering the way you compared the work to the thought of god himself. The beautiful picture mounted of a man on the wall, hung high in an archaic museum, wondering intrusive thoughts of other spirits above rebelling you against your forever faith.

You were the only person in this church, you always were. The place was abandoned over 2 century’s ago. Nobody stepping foot in a place considered to be haunted by the spirit of lucifer. But you always found comfort in this place, the way the beautiful mosaic still stood tall, the way paths and benches were so amazingly carved to fit the place. The way you felt so much closer with god every time you were in the presence.

Nobody came here, ever. The church was desolate. The woods and trees wrapping around it, nobody was within 20 miles from here.

You devoted yourself at such a young age, praying every day. Hoping you earnt yourself a place in the paradise above. Modest clothes draping down to your ankles scarf draped around your neck as the only skin of you showing was the slight colour of your chest, highlighting the glistening cross low around your throat.

‘I have told you these things so that in me you may have peace. In this world, you will have trouble. But take heart…I have overc-‘

‘Boo.’

Your heart dropped at the feeling of someone behind you, your head whipped around to see the door creaked open, little strikes of lightning filling up the room as you could hardly make out the face of the lean body watching you. Red sore lips, covering the teeth of a demon. Sharp and broad. Their foot rested against the wall as they peered at you. Taking in your kneeled figure.

‘Scared you did I?’ The strange man chuckled, nearing towards you, small steps being taken making you push yourself closer and closer towards the back of the bench, dress now dirty from the dirt of the floor.’

‘W-who are you…’

‘Hm…didn’t think you’d still be here y/n. When the clock turns 3, you should be resting…breaking your one devoted rule now are you?’

Your eyes widened at the realisation of his words. The strike of 3… the devils hour. Your blood went cold as you could feel his predatory stare take in the way fear prodded at your every bone.

‘How do you know my name. ANSWER ME?!’

‘The armour of god… it took me for a shock when I heard there’s still devoted saviours like you. God forgives all those who accept him, idolatry seems to one of the worser sins…’ he muttered to himself, analysing you and your forever faith. The closer he got the scarier he seemed. Broad torn body, evil, possessed eyes, you could see his forever rebellion in the eyes of the saviour. He looked like a demon.

‘Sukuna. Might come a shock to you if I released my identity so soon…im a fallen angel…’

This must be a lie, surely? God has your side, what is this sick twisted joke.

‘Shutup you lycanthrope. A full moon doesn’t dismiss me from the powers our saviour keeps.’

‘I’m not a werewolf you freak.’ He laughed at your idiocy, you were so paranoid, so mind blown at the sight of him infront of you.

He was unreal, the way he crouched so close to your body. Your eyes not daring to stare into his, afraid of the indoctrination he holds beneath those empty sockets, however the more you really got to look at him, the normality hit you. He had two arms, two legs… two working eyes. Scars ripped from under his skin as his sharp tongue leaked out to play with his canines. Greed in the way he took you in.

‘Wow, I really got lucky with you hm? Your beautiful. Just wished you showed more of that delectable skin.’ He inhaled deeply, taking in the stench of fear attached to you.

‘You insane freak. Touch me and you’ll be punished.’ You commanded. Teeth gritted angry at the sight of his perversion.

Suddenly, his hand moved towards your neck, playing with the metal of the necklace, analysing it with his eyes, the way the metal of it glistened under his touch…then dragging it off you quickly as the cross collided with the filthy floor. You were gobsmacked by his audacity.

‘Oops… Hear that?… Yep nor do I, seems like even in the holiest of places god is not by your side.’

He laughed at his filthy remarks, pure disregard for you. You began to whimper at the idea of what’s about to happen next. Quickly your hand was grabbed, fingers rubbed and played with in his grasp as his lips move to latch onto your neck, purple marks engraved within you.

‘You pagan infidel. GET OF- AHHH!’ You felt yourself scream at the feeling of his sharp teeth sinking into your skin, blood leaking from the two new holes in your neck as he quickly thrown you flat on the floor, body effortlessly climbing onto of yours, arms pinned flat down above your head.

‘I like my victims bratty. I’m gonna have so much fun with you baby.’ His lips quickly attached to yours as you could feel his legs move to quickly separate yours, one finger nail dragging down your dress, ripping it apart as the feeling of your arousal fuelled his senses, cat like yellow eyes turning completely black with the fulfilment of his lust blown pupils.

‘NO PLEASE… please no…’ you cried at the thought of fornication. Your virgin body not ready for the stripping of an insane spirit.

A hard slap almost bruised your face, skin then quickly being pinched as your eyes teared up.

‘You speak too much. Maybe you should’ve just submitted from the beginning.’

Doe like sight staring into his as he moved to kiss down your body, ripping every seam of it into pieces until your revealed in your underwear. Bra and panties white and pure, just how you were. He almost drooled at the sight of how vulnerable you were, blood dripping from your untouched skin as your brain rushed from confusion. Scarf in pieces around your beautiful hair.

His teeth clawed at your bra, snapping it apart as he moved to pinch at your nipples, Back arching at his rough human like skin. His morphing powers making him completely able to seduce you.

‘You got some pretty tits baby, you shouldn’t hide them as much as you do.’

‘UGH- STOP IT YOU PERVERT.’ You almost moaned, his feeling taking over your body as you unconsciously began pushing yourself lower onto his leg.

‘Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop it. Now keep still this might hurt a lot.’

His cock shoved inside of your unprepped pussy as you ripped a tear from the bottom of your chest, huge 10 inches slamming in and out of you at an insane speed, blood spewing onto the floor, as he grinned at the way your body became possessed, moans and screams slipping from you, attempting to fight back the capture method he’s using to take over your body.

‘Shit- you look so much better like this. Such pretty eyes you have baby.’ His mouth moved to attach to your lips, you instantly reacting and kissing him back, numb forcefully submitted body drooling at the feeling of him. Love on your tongue.

‘W-what have you- AHh- done to me-‘ you manage to escape out your lips, scared at the way your visioning him. Harsh slaps thrown to your clit had your head spin, lips red from being sucked on so hard, blood drawing from your every sector. Your tits moving up and down as his eyes latched onto how your ass hole was gathering the mixture of slick and blood all together, so excited to be able to fuck your tight little hole later.

‘I told you I’m a fallen angel, and thanks to your mistakes, I’m making you mine’

You could hear his loud laugh from a mile out, menacing and cruel hips still snapping inside you at a cruel pace.

‘Mm- w-wha-ah-..’ you longed out, mind blank confused on what this tense knot building inside of you was.

‘Cum and your getting fucked until 3am tomorrow. Got it?’

‘Y-yes sir…’

‘Who owns you..’ he snarled, hissing through his teeth at how wet you are, how good your sucking him in despite being so unprepped.

‘Y-you’

‘Who?’

‘YOU- YOU YOU YOU- aaahh- please-‘ pleaseee…’ you babbled, back arching at the way his fingers played at the red circle inside you, so scared of misbehaving for him.

He grabbed your face, fingers pinching at your cheeks again as he turned to face the cross on the right of you, both of you staring at it as his face neared yours.

‘Whose your saviour bitch?’

‘..y-y-you sukuna..’ you sobbed, your body going numb, words leaving your mouth without any correlation behind it.

Sloppy wet noises filling the empty church, your begging was granted as he finally let you cum. You spilt all over him, squirting and creaming, juices being shot everywhere as he stared mesmerised at how you did that.

‘That was so sexy- your doing that again until I can see blood come out of you. Got it?’

‘Yeah…’ you breathed out exhausted and scared. Pulling out you groaned at the loss of feelings, hand reaching to wrap around his neck as you leant in for another kiss, body weakly used, loss of blood and illusion making you crazy. Your eyes still shot white through possession. Body doing insane things without your permission.

‘May the lord forgive thou who sins hm…’ he chuckled at his mocking language, seeing how well your eyes began draining, skin turning paler and tongue sharper with every spell he forced inside you. One arm wrapped around your waist making you rest your exhausted head on his shoulder.

‘Such a good girl you were…’