Y8zuriha - IAN

𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀: 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

pairings: dom!husband!aizawa x housewife!fem!reader

cw: unprotected vaginal sex, breeding kink, use of restraints (his quirk), praise, unrealistic cervix fucking, womb fucking, clit play, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, tummy bulge, cumflation

a/n: i really like this piece :p also in luvv with scruffy man

a scruffy voice laced with small traces of honey proposed an idea to you. aizawa wanted desperately to knock up his dear housewife, even going as far as to track your ovulation. his desire to impregnate you was let loose on the night you figured you'd flash him a new pair of lace panties. your husband's muscular arms carrying you bridal style into your shared bedroom, he places a nibble on your neck in preparation for what's to come. aizawa desires, no. plans to turn you into a fucked out, babbling mess. in order to be a good slave for his cock, aizawa ordered you to bend over the edge of your bed. "such a good girl," he'd coo, knowing full well that you initially gave off such an innocent demeanor. and aizawa himself was fairly decent at reading people. he had no intentions of taking things further with you, that was, unless he was presented with such a treat. with your legs hopelessly strung in the air, aizawa activates his quirk. your hands, now tied behind your back, are pinned at the wrist from your husband's strong hands.

"don't try and struggle, my dear wife." your husband speaks in a gravelly tone. the clink-clanking of a belt buckle rings im your ears, and you turn your head to see aizawa begin to give his cock a few pumps. the way his fingers wrap so diligentely around his shaft... pausing at the tip and meddling with his foreskin. he groans once the tip makes contact with your wet, sopping hole. he taps the fat head of his cock upon your entrance, knowing full well he wouldn't be denied. "a-agh! fuck." aizawa settles inside of you, his huge cock barely situated fully. he attempts to lodge his cock further while tightening your restrains, the urge in his veins tempered with lust. he releases his grasp on your wrists, giving you some breathing room. that is, until the palms of his hands meet your shoulders, and he's absolutely drilling into you. your pussy's unable to digest the feeling of such velocities, aizawa's strong hips stuttering with each forceful pound. beads of sweat forming at his forehead, he stares upon you with those signature droopy eyes. giving a smack to your ass, aizawa withdraws.

"you don't know how to beg properly, do you? well, you're in luck, as i'm a teacher." your neck soon met the force of aizawa's restrains, the tapelike-structure marketing around your neck harshly. "you wanna be pregnant, don't you? my dear. you're going to have to bend over and take it." your neck in upheaval, aizawa thrusts his cock inside of you, this time with no intention of leaving anytime soon. his hands fall on the globes of your ass, nails clawing crescents into your precious skin. all you can do is let your head fall back, succumbing to the pleasure. aizawa quickly jerks your head to the side, ordering you to meet his gaze. the man's eyes are filled with a new breed of arousal, his cock stiffening inside of even more so. the reddened tip penetrates your cervix, breaking through to your unscathed womb up until now. your poor, weak body can't take much more of aizawa's harsh treatment. but, to be a good slut for him, you knew what you needed to do.

soon, you found a way to work yourself back on him, meeting the rhythm of his thrusts and each jolt of his hips. a translucent ring of cream forms around his shaft, which is the only thing left to fuck into you at the end of the day. "g-ah, baby. you're doin' so well, takin' my big cock." aizawa's eyes peel back, hissing in pleasure as he continues to plow into your sweet cunt, womb entirely exposed to the man. you complain. not only that it hurts, but it's too intense. feeling his shaft spear your cervix repeatedly was just too... "i'm cummin', my dear wife. please, clench down on me, won't you?" he orders, and you simply obey. aizawa lets out a loud groan as his fingers aim to rub at your clit. his attempts to hold back his orgasm are faulted at the unreliable, sporadic clenches of your pussy. you're so close yourself that with aizawa's fingers on your aching bud, you came immediately. feeling your cunt contract all the way up to his base, aizawa pistoned himself as deep as he possibly could.

"p-promise, i'll knock you up, babygirl. my balls are so heavy and full for you..." your tongue lolled out to the side, you're unable to comprehend aizawa's menacing speed even after he'd orgasmed. "i'm g-gonna cum... again. and again..." aizawa chanted, your name slipping off his lips in small doses. and the man known as eraserhead doesn't lie. his balls tighten as he powers through the previous orgasm, his shaft coated in your slick cream by now. he's loosened his grip on your throat, luckily, but the motions of his hips seem never to slow. you can feel it in your stomach... each thrust was complimented with either a growl from aizawa or a shrill from your own lips. he knew how deeply he was fucking you. he was an experienced man, though he'd never entirely breached your cervix in the past. the feeling in his lower abdomen began to build up, aizawa's incoming orgasm about to burst. "why are you crying, my dear? it feels good, no?" he stalls, easily able to hold himself back once he notices the salty droplets. he can't help but get off on the sight, his perfect housewife being fucked dumb on his cock. most likely on her journey to motherhood already due to all of aizawa's cum from the first load.

aizawa thrusted a bit more sensually this time, adjusting his hips in order to hit your sweet spot perfectly. your eyes are bombarded with tears, both from the delicious pleasure and the agonizing pain. though, you couldn't reject the fact that you enjoyed being aizawa's little fuckdoll. his bitch to fill up. his set of holes to let off some steam on. "i'm going to go a little easier on you and let you off the hook. but, for next time. i won't hesitate to restrain you if i sense disobendience." you thank your husband, who swells with pride. aizawa ordered you to lie on your back as he took you in missionary. he could easily slip back inside of your warm cunt as quick as he withdrew. as your legs coddled around his waist, you feel aizawa's hips start to move, tentatively and with precision. "look at me," his darkened orbs stare directly into yours. he couldn't hold back much longer, especially with that tiny bulge appearing in your tummy. aizawa locked lips with you, and as your tongues fought, aizawa felt himself tire. his kisses turned sloppy and uncoordinated. it was messy, passionate lovemaking. "gonna fill you up, you bitch in heat!" aizawa growls, increasing his own stamina.

with a few more harsh jolts of his hips, your dear husband spurts inside of you. the amount of cum he ejects is nothing like before, and it poisons your blood with lust. it's thick and warm consistency becomes heaven to the two of you, who are still miraculously grinding your bodies against each other in a state of deprived hunger. aizawa's cum slips past your thighs and trickles down to his drained balls. as your husband rides out the remnants of his orgasm, he lets out a lowly sigh. you inquire if he's alright, and it's when you notice that he's immediately fallen asleep on top of you. snoring, and all. still inside of you. half hard. your tummy bulge had started to die down as you began to exert more pressure on your stomach, pushing aizawa's thick ropes of cum out in hopes that he'd wake up. but, he didn't anytime soon. although, while in the midst of napping with him after sex, you could detect slight spasms of his once again hardening cock. ready to go for a third round the moment he opened his eyes.

AHHAHA idk if when ka mag oopen ng reqs pero mag ddrop na ako in advance kasi na eexcited na me, imagine scarlet witch! teen fushiguro! reader playing guitar, drums and teen fushiguro practicing in her room while jjk students, sukuna, papa satoru and papa toji caught her playing and singing at the same time tapos yung mga reaction nila like "wow i didn't [name] can sing and play like this" "wow i didn't knoa Kikufuku can sing like this" yun lang tapos na. chu sana mapansin i love ur oneshot series a lot im gonna expose myself i always reread ur shots everyday bcs ang wholesome mwah take care always <33 - nini

jjk characters when scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader has other talents

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, major themes of fluff, mentions of calloused fingers due to musical instruments

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dad! gojo satoru x teen! reader, dad! fushiguro toji x teen! reader, platonic! sukuna x teen! reader, platonic! jujutsu kaisen x teen! reader

hello nini my beloved! sorry for the long wait :) thank you for requesting and for being patient, enjoy reading ♡

you never told anyone about your other talents, since you've kept it as a secret, and well, that's because you didn't want to tell them yet. more importantly, you wanted to show them yourself, but you still haven't mastered the piece you've been secretly working on.

the easy part was hiding it, because you have chaos magic, which can warp reality and grant you the ability to transmute or morph things at the molecular level into whatever you want. despite how dangerous that sounded, you mostly used your magic in your room. as soon as you walk into the bedroom, you customize it to your liking. the small room with only a bed, desk, wardrobe, and a few shelves is transformed into an incredibly spacious room with your own little studio and musical instruments such as a drum set, guitars, and even a piano.

gojo, toji, sukuna, and even the first- and second-year students, including your older brother, didn't notice it at first, but they gradually realized how distant you became with them. you would excuse yourself whenever you had the opportunity, claiming that you had homework or studying to do, but they soon realized that you continued to use that excuse even during a school break.

at first, they were like, "wow, [name]-chan sure is studious. it's already summer break and she's still studying???" (;° ロ°)

because you live with your adoptive father, gojo, rather than your biological father, toji, he was the first to notice things. gojo and you were eating dinner together as usual when he noticed calluses on your fingers and became concerned.

"kikufuku! your hands! what happened?" gojo immediately dropped his eating utensils to hold your hands after noticing how rough they had become.

you would simply shrug it off with a laugh, saying something like, "oh, this? it's nothing. i've been writing so much for school lately."

gojo was beginning to doubt you at this point. "these calluses on your fingers didn't look like it was from writing though, and it's also school break; why are you studying so much?"

"oh, you know, so i don't forget concepts and stuff, and well, to mentally prepare myself for the next semester... i just like remembering stuff." you were sweating bullets at this point too, but fortunately, gojo bought it, for now.

gojo isn't going to say anything, but he's been watching over you more than usual since then, worried that your chaos magic was wearing down your fingers or something. he doesn't understand why you've been so distant with him and everyone else lately. you were so busy that your poor father began to miss you and became increasingly concerned with each passing day.

eventually, the day had finally come wherein gojo and everyone else had found out exactly what you were up to, and they were stunned. everyone was over at your house because you were supposed to have a little get-together, but you forgot about that because you were busy inside your bedroom.

"hey, where's [name]?" toji quipped, noticing the lack of your presence, having grown used to seeing you around especially when he or other guests like megumi was over.

"don't tell me she's studying again." megumi drew out a long breath of sigh, folding his arms across his chest.

"tch, i say we should see for ourselves what that brat is exactly up to. she stopped visiting me too." sukuna appeared on yuuji's cheekbone as an eye and mouth.

"wow, even sukuna misses [name]-chan." nobara snickered, causing the curse king to scowl at her.

"i do not miss that brat! it's been really peaceful since she stopped bothering me." sukuna retorted defensively.

with curiosity getting the best of them, they agreed to sukuna's suggestion and headed upstairs to your room, and immediately caught wind of a music playing, particularly a rock band of sorts, from your room. as soon as gojo got a hold of your door's knob, he realized how loud the music was because it was vibrating.

without wasting anymore time, he twisted your door open and pushed it open, and found him and everyone else in for a surprise. just as they were expecting you to blast loud music, you were the one playing.

everyone stared at the bedroom in awe. they were used to being small, becoming as big as a music studio. you were standing in front of a microphone, strumming a scarlet electric guitar, simultaneously singing lyrics that they hadn't heard before, but what surprised them even more was how you were astral projecting your soul, who looked like a phantom version of you, into skillfully playing drums to accompany your guitar and singing.

"yami wo haratte, yami wo haratte, yoru no tobari ga oritara aizu da, aitai shite mawaru kanjousen, zaregoto nado wa hakisute ike to, mada tomenaide mada tomenaide, dare yori mo satoku aru machi ni umareshi kono shoutai wo, ima wa tada noroi norowareta boku no mirai wo souzou shite."

as gojo stood there in awe together with toji, megumi, and the rest of his students, he realized where the calluses on your hands had come from and as to why you have been so busy, and he couldn't believe it.

"i didn't know kikufuku can sing like this." the limitless sorcerer blinked profusely behind his blindfold.

"me neither. [name] never told me that she can play the guitar or drums." toji exclaimed.

the way you sang and hit each note and beat so elegantly whilst also adding spice to your playing by having your astral projected phantom skilfully flip the drumsticks in mid-air and promptly catch them before striking and doing a little twirl as you strummed your electric guitar while singing with your eyes closed had their mouths hanging agape. even sukuna, the king of curses, was in awe. everyone felt as if they were watching a famous singer or band live. 

by the time you stopped playing and singing, only then you had realized that gojo, toji, megumi and the jujutsu tech students had been standing in your room the entire time when they rounded you an applause, causing you to stumble backwards and dissipate the soul you had been astral projecting.

"d-dad? everyone?!" you tripped over a wire and fell on your bum, making gojo and toji run to your aid.

"are you okay, angel?" toji chuckled softly, gently grabbing your arm to sit you up together with gojo as the students loomed over in concern.

"what are you guys doing here?" you squeaked, feeling your face burn into a beet red color. "ah! this is bad, you weren't supposed to see everything. i haven't mastered the tabs yet, all of that was just a practice!"

"you were just practicing? you were so cool, [name]-chan!" nobara exclaimed with a wonderstruck gaze.

"so, this is why you've been busy, huh?" megumi shook his head, smiling ever so softly at you.

"how long have you been playing, huh? why didn't you tell us?!" gojo whined, a childish pout crossing his features as he pinched your cheeks.

"sorry for not saying anything! i really am!" you gently swat away gojo's hands from your cheeks, stifling a fit of laughter before sighing. "i wanted to surprise you all. i've been meaning to tell you guys, but i figured it would be better if i showed you."

"so, that's why!" yuuji dropped his clenched fist onto his open palm. "geez, you had us worried you know!"

"that song you were playing earlier, brat. did you compose that?" sukuna spoke up, inquiring.

"yeah, i wrote it." you answered rather meekly, averting your eyes away from everyone as a chuckle erupted from your throat.

"you write songs too?!" the students shouted in disbelief. "that's amazing!"

"it's just one song though! i entitled the song as kaikai kitan. i've been working on another song i named lost in paradise, but i still haven't been able to come up with a good melody for it." you explained, smiling.

you were instantly engulfed into gojo's embrace. gojo practically peppered your face in kisses as he gazed at you, "my talented kikufuku! i'm so so proud of you. even though you were just practicing earlier, you sounded great!"

"keep it up, angel. i'm proud of you too." toji extended a hand out towards you and ruffled your hair affectionately.

ever since then, you openly play songs and pieces around them. you even got them to play with you; gojo and megumi with the piano, yuuji with the electric guitar, nobara and toji with the drums. they wholeheartedly supported this talent of yours and gladly offered constructive criticism whenever you asked for it while you were working on a new song or trying out something new to cover. 

expect them to be your biggest fans as soon as you started playing instruments and singing during school events. everyone's hyping you up so much, and your school would be so confused as to why you have so many visitors outside the school. 

apart from jujutsu-related things, music had become a new thing for you and your family to bond over, and it made your heart incredibly happy.

cute little babysitter

warnings: unprotected sex, cream pie, heavy breeding, squirting, little bit of hair pulling, use of plugs, orgasm denial, edging, cockwarmjng, fingering, name calling (slut and bitch), praising, maybe a little bit of degrading??

word count: 864

⟶ just wanna be little megumi’s babysitter and have toji fuck me every time he comes home from a mission.

toji had been gone all day on a mission so you ended up falling asleep on the couch with little megumi snuggled up on your chest waiting for toji. once he walked through the door he saw his small son clinging to the cute little babysitter’s breasts.

you had been babysitting megumi for quite some time and megumi had slowly begun treating you as his own mother which pleased toji very much. ever since you introduced yourself to him, he wanted to shove you into the mattress and have your cute little cunt wrapped around his leaking cock.

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i see you.

summary: being the product of a secret relationship between a human scientist and a na’vi comes with its perks. one of them being neteyam sully.

pairing: neteyam x fem!na’vi/human reader

warnings: heavvyyyyyyy smooching, angry jake, mention of parent dying/leaving, also things get a lil spicy, one use of y/n.

note: tell a friend to tell a friend she’s baaaaaack !!!!! i haven’t written something in so long so my grammar is kinda shit, so if you see something that doesn’t make sense ignore it! anyway- reader & neteyam are aged up to twenty years old. also reader is 6ft since she’s na’vi/human, but she’s still small compared to him since he’s like 8’2. 

no one knew how it happened- how you happened. how a human scientist and na’vi mated; it should have been impossible, but somehow they made it possible. 

your mother travelled from earth to pandora to study the native species of the omaticaya clan. during her studies, one particular na’vi caught her eye, and sooner than later they developed a secret relationship and fell deeply in love. 

they were inseparable- he taught her the ways of the forest and showed her how the na’vi live day to day. while your mother brought him along to collect samples of the environment around her, and he kept her safe as they explored.

the battle between the sky people and the na’vi, unfortunately ended with your father dying at the hands of your mothers colleagues. the omaticaya finally won, but when the rest of the human soldiers were sent back to earth, your mother was stuck. 

she was unable to travel in cryosleep while carrying you, so she was forced to stay on pandora and live out the rest of her pregnancy on the foreign planet. 

the only person who knew the identity of your father, was your mother and grace. everyone else assumed some soldier knocked up your mom, but boy, were they wrong. 

when you were born, your eye shape and color of your skin resembled your mothers, but the color of your irises were a deep amber, almost glowing yellow. darkened skin-colored stripes decorate your body head to toe, and white freckles adorn your facial features. 

the secret was out- you’re half na’vi, and half human. 

once the clan found out the scientists child is part na’vi, they took you under their wing to teach you their ways. your mother became extremely jealous, knowing that she could never be accepted by them like you have.

at the mere age of four, your mother left the base to travel back to earth without you. leaving you under the care of norm, max, jake and the rest of the clan.

thankfully being part na’vi and human, you’re able to breathe both types of air. mo’at became your motherly figure once your mom disappeared, quickly helping you adapt to their lifestyle in the forest.

over the years, you started to realize that you were different from the other na’vi children. you’re shorter in height, aren’t as fast, and you didn’t have their azure-colored skin. but somehow, you still felt as if you were a part of them. 

you became close to neytiri and jake’s kids, mostly kiri. you grew up with her and neteyam, but as you blossomed into a woman you wouldn’t dare to look him in the eyes. 

fearing that he’d realize your true feelings for him if he stared into them too long. 

throughout your teen years, you casually dated a few na’vi boys, but none of them were neteyam sully. nobody could compare, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. 

even now as a young adult, those old feelings can’t be choked down anymore. the same feelings you had about the eldest sully boy when you were younger. 

“stop drooling.” kiri teases you under her breath as her hands work to weave a basket. 

you’re knocked out of your trance, head whipping to face her. “no! i am not drooling.” you scoff and shake your head as you continue tucking leaves into the correct shape. you can feel your cheeks burning hot from her catching you staring at her older brother. 

you glance up from your working hands, admiring how neteyam effortlessly spears a fish in the water that he’s standing ankle-deep in. he lets out a triumphant laugh as lo’ak hollers proudly at him from the grass. 

“yeah, bro! get that fiiiiiish!” the younger boy whoops happily with his hands cupped around his mouth to amplify the sound.

the older brother turns his head to see who else could have noticed the catch, barely making eye contact with you before your eyes drop back down to your hands. 

swiftly, you busy yourself with tucking the leaves into each other. your pointed ears twitch slightly when you notice the sound of rustling water growing closer. 

kiri nudges your arm with her shoulder which confirms your suspicions.

he’s walking up to you. why is he walking up to you? you didn’t say anything to him. you didn’t even get a good look at him. there’s no reason for him to come over here.

from your peripheral vision, you can see his feet stop right in front of you in the glittering water. “hey guys.” he speaks softly, almost out of breath.

“hey, neteyam!” kiri quips at him, eyeing you from the corner of her eye with an evil grin.

the sound of his panting voice makes your heart  skip a beat and your abdomen constrict your breathing. you push the basket away from your nervous hands to rest them on your knees. your eyes carefully drag up the lanky expanse of his body, meeting his eyes with your own.

“oh hey, neteyam. how’s… um- the fishing going?” you hum nervously, chewing on your bottom lip out of a nervous habit. 

you can’t help but notice his hands are resting on his slender hips with his infamous bright smile on his face. 

“it was good. caught a few big ones…” he huffs out another strained breath. the sound makes you want to fall over, “what are you guys doing?” his eyes dart over to the trees for a split second before squatting down in front of you and kiri. 

his big round eyes look over your unfinished baskets, reaching out to touch yours gently. 

“hey! don’t touch. you’ll ruin it.” kiri swats at his grabby hands, making him raise his arms in surrender. “okay, okay!” he laughs. 

the sound of rustling leaves distracts you from the boy in front of you, making you and kiri turn to look behind your backs. before you could even make it halfway, his hands wrap around your wrists to yank you forward. 

“shit!!” you yelp before you face-plant into the chilly water, gurgling under the surface before lifting your head up, taking a sharp breath.

muffled laughter fills your ears as you sit up in the pond, pushing your soaked hair out of your face and off of your ears so you could hear. 

neteyam is sitting in the pond directly in front of you, hand laying across his abdomen as he belly laughs along with lo’ak. 

kiri is already climbing out of the water, grumbling under her breath and wringing out her hair. “screw you guys.” she calls back, flipping her middle finger before disappearing into the thick forest towards home. 

you look back at neteyam and lo’ak who are slightly calming down between their fits of laughter. “you… should… see… your… face… right… now!” neteyam cackles, throwing his head back in the air. 

“best idea, bro.” lo’ak reaches over to high five his brothers shoulder and to use him to pull himself out of the water. he grabs neteyam’s hand to help him up next, both of them still giggling.

“this was your idea?” you stare up at neteyam with squinted eyes and a scowl on your face. 

the boy audibly gulps when he notices your changed demeanor, his hand going to scratch the back of his neck. “uuhh, yeah… maybe?” he clears his throat, darting his eyes away from you. 

for a moment, you keep the angry facade before your arm winds back and you send your hand through the water to splash the older boy. 

“woah!” neteyam blocks the water with one of his hands, a surprised smile instantly forming on his perfect lips.

he swoops down towards the water, sending a wave directly into your face. “hey!” your eyebrows furrow, quickly getting onto your knees to send another burst of water towards him. 

lo’ak watches the scene unfolding in front of him, noticing that the rest of the fish swam away from the commotion. “guess we’re done fishing today.” he sighs in defeat and climbs out of the pond without either of you noticing. he follows kiri’s footsteps into the forest with the basket of fish over his shoulder.

you and neteyam continue battling it out, which ends in both of you completely soaked head to toe. “truce! truce!” you yell out in exasperation, falling back into the water. 

“my stomach hurts from laughing. i can’t anymore.” you continue to giggle as neteyam helps you up from your position in the water. he slowly trails behind you as you trudge back towards land, his tall stature towers over you from behind. he reaches out to grip your hips to lift you onto the plush grass. 

the feeling of his hands resting on your body makes your blood run hot, cheeks flaring with heat. 

“we’re drenched. what are we going to tell everyone?” he breathes out heavily with a soft chuckle. 

“we slipped and fell into the water?” you suggest and look up at him.

“we just happened to both slip and fall into the water together?” his eyebrows raise, and his cheeks puff out air in attempt to not laugh.

unfortunately, neteyam decides to look down at you which makes both of you burst into laughter again, “that idea is so stupid.” he choked out, pressing his fist to his mouth to stifle his little laughs. 

“let’s go back. we can figure it out on the way.” you sputter out, hunching over slightly as you walk forward in attempt to stop your giggles.

“hey, wait!” neteyam’s voice is suddenly serious, and you can’t feel his height looming behind you anymore.

you turn around at the sound of his voice, seeing he’s still in the same spot he was standing in. “i don’t want to go back yet.” he admits, his big round eyes darting down to his feet. 

you can feel your heartbeat grow faster, pattering against your chest like a jackhammer. “why not? you okay?” you take a hesitant step forward to stand underneath him, looking up in attempt to read his facial features.

by now, the sun is starting to set. the foliage around you both is slowly changing over, the white freckles in each others skin sparkling under the moonlight. 

his yellow eyes shyly look into yours, a timid smile twitching up onto the corner of his lips. 

“m’fine, i promise. i just want to stay here for a little longer. i don’t want to go back just yet.” he mumbles softly, a puff of his breath fans over your face from your close proximity. 

you can’t help but feel giddy from his words, unable to stop yourself from reaching your hand out to rest on his waist. your thumb absentmindedly rubs circles against his soft skin, “do you mind if i stay with you?” 

“do i mind?” he scoffs with a roll of his eyes, throwing his head back with an over-exaggerated sigh. 

embarrassment floods your body, making your ears ring from the blood rushing through your head. out of fear he’s angry with you, your hand pulls away from him, “oh i’m sorry. i’ll go then.” you start to turn the opposite way but he grabs your hips to keep you in place. 

“are you serious? you really don’t get it do you?” he almost laughs out of amusement, but you can’t help but feel even more confused. 

“i want you to stay here with me. i want you.” one of his hands come up from his side, bending down slightly to carefully tuck your hair behind one of your ears. 

your face stays emotionless as your eyes dart from his eyes to lips and back. “say something. anything?” he begs and shakes his head at you with an amused smile. 

“‘teyam…” you breathe out, a big smile beaming across your face, hands reaching up to cup his cheeks; something you could’ve only dreamed of doing. “i can’t tell if you’re being serious.” you whisper softly in the small amount of space between your faces.

“i’m gonna kiss you now to show you how serious i am.” he looks directly into your eyes before they flutter shut and he leans forward. 

the feeling of his lips on yours makes your knees go weak. neteyam sully is really kissing you right now. your arms wrap around his waist tightly to hold yourself up, which he quickly notices. 

his large hands drag down your sides and over your butt to grip the back of your thighs to hoist you up to his height. your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, ankles locking against his lower back. 

the new position allows him to deepen the kiss even more by gently wiggling his tongue against yours. he stumbles forward to a nearby tree, pressing your back against the trunk of it. 

it’s not like he’s having trouble carrying you, you’re equivalent to a feather for him. he just wants you closer. 

one of his braids falls in your face, swinging and tapping your cheek whenever your lips would connect.

“your hair…” you giggle against his lips, bringing your hand up to his face to tuck it back behind his ear. 

“sorry, they have a mind of their own, ya know.” his husky voice mumbles deeply into your ear, making goosebumps rise on your skin. 

your eyes flutter open to be met with the glowing forest, neon colors lighting up the vegetation around you both. you’ve been on this planet for twenty years and it still surprises you every day. 

neteyam pulls back to look you in the eyes, letting you admire his face for a moment. his blue skin seems brighter under the bioluminescent foliage. especially with the gleaming freckles that paint his skin. 

“ma neteyam, you’re so pretty.” your hand cups his soft cheek which he nuzzles into your palm almost instantaneously.

“no, you’re the pretty one, my girl.” he leans forward to peck your lips once more. the little nickname makes your stomach do somersaults in your belly. his tail flicks up happily against your ankle, tickling your lower leg.

neteyam takes the time to gently kiss down your neck and over your collarbone, “i want you to be mine.” he almost whimpers. his nose nuzzles against your pulse point as his lips continue litter your neck with kisses. 

“will your parents approve?” your voice slightly quivers, “you’re next in line to become eytukan. i’m not a full-blood. i don’t think-.” your rambling is paused by his lips pressing against the tip of your nose. 

“i don’t care what they think. plus, you know my dad likes you.” he gives you a reassuring smile, bringing one of his hands up to cup your cheek. you can’t help but take note that his palm and fingers cover the entire side of your head. 

“yeah, but your mom…” you trail off, not wanting to seem rude by talking about his mother, but you know that she has a problem with humans. you’ve seen the way she looks at spider. 

“look, i’m half-blood too. i don’t think my mom is going to care, plus you’ve been around our family for years. she likes you, i promise.” 

“i’m not one of you. i’m different, neteyam.” you let out shakily, “i’m small and not as fast, i can’t keep up with you.” your eyes dart to the side as you chew on the skin of your lip. 

“look, i know she can be tough, but i promise you, i don’t care what she thinks. since i was a teenager, i realized that i wanted you. i wasn’t brave enough to tell you that until now, but i don’t give a shit about our differences.” his hand grips your jaw with his hand, turning your face towards him so he can look into your watery eyes. 

“i see you, y/n.” his doe-like eyes flicker over your face, trying to read your expression. his eyes are full of adoration and love for the girl in his arms. 

your breath gets caught in your throat, “and i see you.” both of your hands slide up from his chest to rest on either side of his face, pulling him in for another kiss. 

on the way up, you accidentally brush against the voice comm device on his necklace. not knowing it would activate and relay sound through his father’s, mothers, and lo’ak’s ear piece. 

you both gasp into each others mouth when he ruts his hips against your center, the pressure pins your hips to the tree behind you. 

“what is that sound? who has their comm on?”you hear a low muffled voice coming from somewhere. 

neteyam instantly pulls away from the heated kiss, eyes wide with terror and embarrassment. your lips parting lets off a loud suction noise when he pulls away, now making it obvious what the sounds were coming from.

neteyam holds you up with one arm while he uses the other to click on a button on his necklace to turn it off, “it’s my dad.” 

“it’s just neteyam sucking face.” you hear lo’aks voice come through clearly in his ear piece. 

the boys head falls forward to rest on your chest, letting out the loudest over-exaggerated groan of annoyance. the puff of his hot breath against your damp skin makes a shiver shoot down your spine.

you can’t help but giggle and gently pet the top of his head in attempt to console him, “i’m never going to live this down.” he speaks against your skin, grumbling obscenities under his breath. 

“neteyam! where are you, boy?” jake shouts into his ear. 

he taps your thigh to signal you to release your grip from around his waist. he gently lowers you back down to the ground before answering him, “i’m here, dad. i’m here.” 

you can’t help but lean your head on his elbow since that’s the only place you can reach. you grab one of his hands, bringing it to your face to examine it. 

you thread your fingers through his much larger ones, squeezing his hand with your own. you almost laugh at how his hand engulfs yours. 

“yeah, mmmhmm. yeah, okay. i hear you. lo’ak shut up. i got it. we’ll be there soon.” neteyam responds to whoever is talking in his ear. 

“is everything okay?” you mumble quietly, peering up at him through your eyelashes. 

“they want us to come back, but i think everything is okay.” he smiles down at you, pulling you into his side while still holding your hand. 

neteyam leads you through the thick brush of the forest to his ikran. the banshee chirps at the sight of it’s owner, fluttering it’s wings in excitement. “hey, buddy.” neteyam hums and rubs it’s head. 

he reaches around his back for his braid, bringing it forward to make bond with the animal. neteyam effortlessly mounts onto the bird, reaching a hand out for you to take.

you step forward to slide your hand into his so he could help you on and get situated. “hold on tight.” he peers down at you from behind his shoulder with a smirk before the ikran nosedives off of the tree branch. 

“oooohhhhh my god!” you screech as your arms desperately flail around his waist, holding onto him as tightly as you can. 

he can’t help but laugh at your scream once he levels out, now coasting through the sky through the floating mountains. one of his hands reaches back to grip your thigh to pull you even closer to him. 

you hesitantly open your eyes, looking down into the glowing scenery beneath you. “beautiful, right?” his voice raises over the loud whooshing of the wind. 

“i love it.” you squeeze his torso tight, snuggling your temple into the crook of his back as you coast through the air. 

the ikran dips down slightly, making you gasp and tighten around his body. neteyam chuckles, his hand rests on your leg to slowly rub gentle circles into your skin to calm you. 

“hold on, we’re gonna descend.” he leans forward with the ikran, plunging downwards toward the ground once again. you squeal loudly, wriggling behind him in attempt to get closer to him. 

neteyam chuckles, shaking his head as he weaves and bobs between trees to make it back home. the ikran vertically swoops up into the large crevasse in the cave floor, landing on the rocky floor. 

neteyam hops easily off the ikran, disconnecting tsaheylu before his hands grip your waist to lift your body up to place you on the ground next to him.

“what were you guys thinking staying out past curfew?” jake storms up to you both, obviously angry. 

“i know, but i can handle myself. i know how to fight.” neteyam grumbles back, making jake even angrier with his son. if steam could shoot out of his ears at this moment, it would. 

“i know that you know how to fight, son. but the rda, they could be roaming anywhere. it’s dangerous, especially putting her in that situation.” he looks down at you, then turns his attention back to his son.

before jake could lecture him even more, you decide to intervene, “i’m sorry, sir. it’s all my fault we stayed out. i persuaded him to stay… to uh- fly around,” you glance up at neteyam through the corner of your eye, “i take full responsibility.” you nod at jake, gulping down your nervousness. 

jake sighs as he rubs his temples with one of his hands, “so then what’s the reason why both of you are soaked?” he points out, making you instantly freeze from not knowing what to say. 

neteyam’s hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, “to be honest, we were wrestling in the water.” 

your eyes blow wide from his words, turning to him to stare daggers into the side of his face. 

“wrestling… in the water?” jake almost laughs, “look i didn’t need to know that much. you couldn’t come up with a better excuse than that?” 

“oh shit.” neteyam whispers under his breath, “no, dad, it’s not like that at all. i meant… we were just splashing each other after fishing. it wasn’t anything like that.” 

“look, you two just be safe and keep it on the down-low. and next time, please take off your comm, ‘kay?” jake lowers his voice before shaking his head in disbelief and turning on his heel to head back. 

“so he thinks we had sex then, huh?” you breathe out defeat, looking up at neteyam. the boy lets out a huff of air as he watches his father walk away, “yeah i guess so.” his voice has a slight tinge of humor to it. 

the hand resting on your shoulder pulls you into his side with a little chuckle. he starts walking with you toward the pod where the scientists sleep. 

he follows you up the steps to the door, pausing a few steps down before you could open it. his face now parallel to yours since you’re higher on the stairs. 

you smile down at him, reaching out to gently pinch his chin to pull his face forward. you press your lips against his softly, as if he was a delicate flower petal. “i had fun tonight.” you mumble with a smile against his lips before pulling back. 

neteyam presses forward to chase your lips with his, trying to breathe in as much of you as he could. “don’t wanna let you go yet… wanna kiss you more.” he desperately pulls you forward to kiss you again, sucking in a sharp breath. 

your arms lazily drape over his shoulders to kiss him slowly, and tantalizingly. he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, gently nibbling the skin before making his way down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. 

“gotta go to bed before my mother has me by my throat.” his words make you laugh as you twirl one of his braids between your fingers. 

“tomorrow i wanna take you somewhere. will you let me?” he pulls back with a smile, thumb rubbing the skin of your outer thigh. 

“of course, i would love to. but where though?” you question with your fingers still busy messing with his hair. 

“it’s a surprise.” he hums playfully making your eyebrows furrow from curiosity of where it could be. 

“i love surprises.” you grin, leaning forward to peck his lips once more before attempting to completely pull away. neteyam groans from the warmth of your body leaving him, his arms wrap around your legs to keep you in place. 

“don’t leaaaaave.” he whines, resting his chin on your chest to look up at you. 

“i need to shower and clean up before bed. plus your mother is going to have your throat, ya know.” you poke his little pink nose, making his face scrunch up cutely.

“you’re right, you’re right.” he grumbles sadly, patting your outer thigh before he completely pulls back and stands up straight. he leans forward to swiftly peck your lips, “just needed one more, m’sorry. i’ll see you tomorrow.” he turns around to climb down the rest of the steps. 

“goodnight, neteyam!” you shout at him as you unlatch the metal door. 

he turns around at the sound of your voice, “goodnight.” he whisper-yells back at you as he slowly walks backwards to watch you slip inside. 

neteyam’s smile on his face doesn’t falter, not even for one second. the only thing on his mind is you. he never would have imagined that his day would have ended like this. confessing his feelings to you, and kissing you goodnight. it’s almost as if he’s living through a fantasy his younger self dreamed of. 

the excitement of you makes him toss and turn throughout the night; it makes him nervous, knowing that he is already head over heels for you and in too deep- but all he can worry about now, is seeing you tomorrow. 

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tags: @k----a27s @aspenreadsfanfic @aliseaaah

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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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Trueform!Sukuna

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warnings: size kink, fingering, degrading

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imagine trueform!sukuna stretching you open on his lap. two pairs of hands forcing your legs apart. one hand focused on keeping your pretty mouth shut, your tongue wrapped around his thick digits, while the other was bullying it’s way inside your tight cunt.

you looked at your reflection in the expansive mirror on the far wall. you were so small in comparison to sukuna, your back pressed to his chest and your legs widely spread on his lap. sukuna hunched over to growl in your ear.

“how many fingers can this fucking pussy take?” he saw it as a challenge, stuffing two, then three fingers into your sopping heat. your pussy squelched around his digits as he picked up the pace. his dicks twitched against your lower back.

you whimpered around his fingers. the stretch hurt so much, but it felt so good. you took in the feeling of his fingers twisting and curling into that same spot that had you seeing stars. drool trickled past his digits, down the sides of your mouth before dripping down your chin. your eyes rolled to the back of your head. you were so full.

“eyes on me, slut” he removed his fingers from your mouth, a wet gasp escaping your lips, before he gripped your jaw and forced you to look into the mirror. he gave you that same menacing glare in the reflection, pumping his fingers faster, watching as you slowly fell apart on his lap.

tears streaked down your face and another wave rushed over you as your reached your high for the upteenth time, your juices trailing down your ass, staining the white robe that still covered sukuna’s bulky build. he loved using your body until you were pliant and numb in his arms. it was the perfect state to be in to take both of his bulging cocks.

𝐖𝐖𝐖.𝐏𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 | toji fushiguro

SUMMARY: toji finds out his pretty maid isn’t as innocent as he thinks once he walks in on her during her cam show.

CONTENT: f! maid/cam!girl reader, reader’s 20+, pwp, mean dilf!toji, praising, oral, (f!receiving) degradation, ruined orgasms/orgasm control, dumbification, humor, sir kink, breeding kink, toji’s a munch lol, humiliation, finger sucking, overstim, spanking, manhandling. (pet names: little girl, princess, pretty girl) wk — 5k!

NOTE: in honorrrr of hitting 1.6k i wrote dis, tysmm!!! this was so fun 2 write lmaaao. k bye enjoy🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️

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Toji enters his well kept town home, tossing his keys near the kitchen counter while sliding off his shoes that clanked across the wooden floor. He came home a bit early this time from dealing with tiresome bounties, letting off a soft grunt from cracking his stiff neck. “Y/N—?” He’d rasp out, scanning his eyes around his broad, tidy leaving room. Usually you’d politely greet him, asking about his day — simple small talk. “Huh.” He’d huff, hanging up his coat. But that’s when Toji hears something though. It was coming from upstairs, and it sounded a lot like you. And you weren‘t talking. You were most definitely doing the opposite of that.

He made his way up the shaggy carpet stairs, before dragging his feet towards his bedroom. That’s where he heard the racket coming from. Toji’s initial thought was… what the hell were you doing in his room. You were giggling, speaking with such a high airy voice — and the the door was slightly cracked open. He stood there, and the words that came out of your mouth made him raise a brow. “Mmm.. Oh.. yeah… this is my boss’s room,” and your voice is very different than how you usually speak, carnal and pitched for your audience. “Fuck him…? I wish.. I’m just the plain housekeeper, heh—” and you let out a soft moan, fingering yourself. “He’s… so hot though. Wish you guys could see him like I do.”

“Really.”

You immediately freeze — seeing Toji stand in the doorway, his eyes staring at you sprawled out on his bed in a pretty cheetah print lingerie set. He’s never seen you like this before, and the cute petrified look on your face nearly brings a smile to his pink lips. “Shit… um… oh my god… sir…” You stammered, getting up from his king sized bed, rapidly clicking on your mouse before shutting the laptop entirely. “I uh…. didn’t think you’d be here until the evening….”

“Yeah I bet Y/N,” Toji replies, and he’s strolling his feet towards you, and his hands are buried in his pockets — staggering height intimidating you as his green eyes pierced into yours. Toji’s inches away from you now, and his eyes ogle at your raunchy revealing attire. “You’ve got some balls, girl. Doing this shit in my bedroom,” and you can’t even look at him in the eye, but you’d bet good money that he’s smirking at you. “Aw. What’s the problem, camgirl? Where’d all your confidence go?” You finally look up at him, feeling so small and tiny and Toji’s definitely smirking at you, eyes slightly squinting out of teasing.

You opened your mouth to speak — but nothing came out, and Toji makes you walk until your back taps against the wall. “C‘mon. Repeat what you said to your little viewers to me,” and he lets off a low chuckle, pulling on the string of your lingerie, popping it against your skin with a thwack before he coos with a mean taunting stare, “Filthy girl.”

“I—” You’d pathetically choke out, and his gaze is so stern, so full of authority and power. Within a snap, Toji knew how to make sure you knew your place. All you could reply with was a shy and awkward, “I… have no idea what you’re talking about, Sir.”

Toji lets off an irritated deadpan at your answer, before grabbing your wrist and snatching the toy that you hid behind your back this whole time. “Uh huh. And you think you can just play with yourself — on my bed. Where I fucking sleep,” and you let off a gasp, feeling Toji drag you back towards your cute little set up. “Turn it back on. Lemme meet your little friends.”

“Okay…” you’d mumble, lifting up the lap top. Toji’s directly behind you, and you feel him purposely brushed up against your ass as he stares down at the monitor — watching dozens of donations pile up and the chat flooding immediately once they caught a glimpse of Toji.

nanamisfatballsack: WTF GIRL THATS UR BOSS?????

m1ssionaryh@ter: *tipped 2848 hearts!* Woah I’m actually humping my screen rn

anonymoususer12: is he apart of the stream??? :0 so sexy…

[MOD] gojodaddy69: lmao i’m hotter but ok…

You felt your face get hot, feeling Toji’s eyes burn over your shoulder and onto the screen. “Yeah um this is my boss… I was telling you guys about earlier,” and you gasp, feeling Toji snake his hands towards your hips — pulling you closer to him as you spoke. “Toji… Fushiguro,” you’d mutter his name, nearly letting off a noise from feeling him start to graze his fingers up your waist, making you part your legs and plant your arms on the desk. “Uh.. I guess he can… co-host with me,” and you turn to look towards Toji. “If you want to—?”

“Sure thing,” he’d reply, and things just … sort …of …escalated. One moment the chat was thirsting all over Toji, bombarding him with a million personal questions — and the next, you’re sitting on his face, letting off the most lewd moans imaginable with your seven thousand viewers gassing and hyping you up.

You pant — plopped down on your boss’s Toji‘s face, and he’s laid back on the satin sheets with you facing towards your monitor with the most sheepish expression from how sloppy and filthy he was working his tongue. “Fuck…” you’d whine, and you briefly look down at Toji to see him already staring at you with low hooded emerald eyes. He lays his tongue flat before lapping you up, and you nearly whine, gripping onto his hair for leverage. “Y-You’re so.. sloppy.. with your tongue… fuck… Toji..”

He looks already pussy drunk, within minutes and he’s spitting all over your clit — hands pressed and embedded into the crevices of your thighs as you started to sexily away and rock your hips on his tongue. And you heard him grunt lowly from that, straddling his handsome well trimmed face.

“So…mmm.. sweet,” He’d grumble, and Toji was definitely skilled. His tongue had your brain short circuiting easily. It was the way he was so deep too — his button nose occasionally brushing against your folds, sucking everything out of your puffed pussy. His lips were pink and glossy, and you shudder — feeling him bring a thumb to rake down your achy slit. He looks so sexy, staring up at you, making sure to lick every spot to have you shivering. “Ride my face more, girl.”

“Okay…” You’d say in a whiney voice — and you glance at the chat and oh they’re trolling you, telling Toji to not let you cum and you moan, softly rocking your hips against his face. He looks so pretty underneath you — lapping his slick pink tongue up to tickle your pearl bud stuffed inside your cunt. “T—Toji…” you’d gasp, and he starts to suck hard against that particular spot, tightly gripping onto your hips. “I’m.. I’m gonna cum… your tongue is— too much.. oh my fucking..”

Toji runs another thumb down your slit as you grind against his face — and he looks up at you with a sleazy grin. “Nah. Don’t give me that. You can handle it,” and your eyes start to flicker and roam everywhere, and his chin’s all shiny because of your wet slick. Toji’s swiftly moving his head from left-to-right, and you started to feel dizzy, light headed even.

He then looks at the computer from upside down, a little smirk on his face while removing his lips from a brief second. “What do you guys say? Should I let her cum?”

You whine — furrowing your eyebrows at the suggestion while the chat started to flood again.

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[MOD] gojodaddy69: lol don’t let her. should have heard the shit she was talking about u earlier

zoroscumbucket: nope! also what’s your number for research

hornywannabedilf: No ;) she’ll be ok.

“Y-You guys are— supposed to be on my side,” you’d cry out, and that’s all Toji needed to see, lapping your cunt up again. He’s happily suffocated between your thighs, letting off a soft grunt from feeling you yank on his obsidian black strands. You feel a bundle of nerves pulse throughout your body, and you cum anyway. “Fuck…. fuck fuck…”

“Did you just,” and he pulls his lips apart, pushing you lightly on your back and you land with a soft oof. “Oh. That’s cute,” he lowly utters, clicking his tongue, leaning in to stare at your spasming clit before giving it a squeeze. “The fuck you think you are cumming without asking permission first Y/N? You forget who you fuckin’ work for?”

You moan, panting heavily — and Toji’s sending you straight daggers, and it’s so sexy. He was dressed down in a tightly fitted black top with sweatpants. His dark hair stuck in his face, long strands nearly running down his arched brows. “S-Sorry Toji.”

“It’s Sir, girl. I don’t remember telling you that you can address me by that, whore.”

Your pussy twitched from his stern words embarrassingly — watching him pull you towards him, scanning his eyes on your pretty lingerie set.

“Oh.. uh.. sorry… Sir—”

He stands up, with you on your knees on the bed before Toji looks down at you with a grimacing lazy smile. “Open your mouth and taste yourself on my tongue,” and you do, feeling him lean in to give you a deep kiss. Toji pulls your neck up softly and he grunts, while you whine — and you taste the savory sweetened mess all on his tongue, your head slightly back. You could as well make out the brief tang of rum, moaning into his mouth while reaching down to touch yourself. “Watch it girl,” he pulls away, smacking your hand away and you pout with a whimper, dragging your hands towards his sweats instead. Ding! Ding! The sounds of the constant donations continued to repeat in the background — probably all thirsting over Toji and how they wish they were in your shoes. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You let out soft pants, staring almost doed-eyed before glancing down at your bulge. “I— need your cock, Sir,” and you feel your body get hot once his mean gaze lingered. “Pleaseee.”

“You don’t need shit,” Toji growls, and he makes you plop on the bed on your chest. You let off a moan, feeling him being a spank to your ass while you glance up at the chat with a giddy grin and thumbs up. “Go ahead and arch your back for me. Make sure they see everything too.” and you do, seeing how much your viewers totaled within a few minutes. Probably twelve thousand now thanks to Toji — and then you sort of frowned, knowing you’d probably get banned for this sort of thing. Oh well. You took in a sharp breath, the blue light of your screen shining against your face once you let out a tiny gasp, your mouth opening ever so slightly — and he’s sinking himself inside.

“Oh.. m—my god,” you’d mewl out shakily, and he was huge. Toji lazily slid the g-string of your lingerie set aside, and he’s got a firm grip on your arched hips. The chat’s going ballistic, and you want to thank the dozens of donations that’s flooding the screen but you can’t — Toji’s so big it has you letting off a whimper, seeing yourself cutely arched on your screen with Toji behind you with such a menacing smirk. In his low voice he lets off a ‘Mmmm,’ and you press your glossy lips together. “I don’t.. think you’re gonna fit… fuck..”

“Nah. It‘ll fit. Trust me,” Toji coos, and the fat tip of his cock makes your brain so astonishingly dizzy — stretching you out in all ways possible, as if your puffy cunt was play dough. Once he starts up a pace, it feels like a truck slams into you, and you let off a cute squeak, feeling butterflies swell up inside your tummy. “Told ya. Nothing this slutty pussy can’t handle,” and he lets off a low grunt, feeling you wriggle your hips against him while gnawing on your lip. That only makes him smack your ass, earning a moan from you, “Don’t try and tease me with your hips, brat. I’m the one fucking you. Be a good little bitch maid and keep that arch f’me.”

You furrow your eyebrows slightly, feeling the plump tip of his cock prod deep between your spongey walls once he starts — and you drag out a whimpering little, “Yes.. sirrrr..” and he dips his hips into your slick pool of heat, before a single thrust makes you start to see pure splotches of white. Toji’s got a malice closed-lip smile spreading on his glossed pink lips watching you quickly get overly stupefied because of his dick. You’ve always suspected him of a packer but his girth was just delirious. Purely maniacal.

“This what you usually do whenever I‘m not home, yeah Y/N?” He asks between deep thrusts, and the bass in his voice drops immensely, rolling his hips to the hilt in a steady yet incredibly sloppy and rough rhythm that’s making the king sized bed create a mixtape of its own from the constant creaking. “Play with yourself in front of thousands of people to see on my bed?” And you moan, feeling his engorged cock tickle deep inside your gummy insides — between your folds, mouth nearly watering from how deeply good he was fucking you. “I know I fucking pay you good, slut. This your way of calling me cheap huh?”

You sit up but he spanks you again to keep your back arched for him. “N-No.. Sir. I—It’s not like that at all…” you’d pant, and your eyes dart towards the chat and they’re loving every second, so much donations are piling up, and you let out a sweet whine from when he reaches way past your clitoral hood and into your cervix to make you whimper. “I didn‘t expect… for you to just find out…” and you gasp, feeling a spark ignite near your tummy from one of his ramming hits against your pussy. “S—So soon,” before gawking at the chat with glossy eyes.

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“Uh huh,” Toji murmurs, and his pace is quick and erupt — effortlessly making your toes curl from the steep back shots. He makes your head plop onto the soft thick satin sheets, and you moan from feeling him drill into your soaked cunt while huffing out vexed breaths. “Contemplated about firing your ass all week but now that I’m fucking you, this pussy’s too good for that,” and he can feel you twitching around him, walls spasming and you’re for sure about to cum. It‘s probably been about a few minutes, and you were already about to bottom out because of his tremendous size — his fat girth easily stretching you out as if your pussy was some sort of certified gymnast. “Dirty girl. You better give me an apology for being such a lousy maid or you’re not gonna cum.”

You shudder, parting your spit-glossed lips while your eyes roamed everywhere around the room with a little pout forming on your face. “I—I‘m sorry…Toji.”

He spanks your ass and you moan from the recoil, voice all breathy and shaky before correcting yourself with a whiney, “S..Sir…”

“Keep talking.” He grunts, and his hips has your mind in a full blown daze — you’re completely bewildered from his impactful thrusts that make you make out the sweetest noises for not only him but your crowd of a audience as well. Some were commenting that you were being dramatic, how it couldn’t feel that good but it definitely did. His cock reached spots where you had no idea could be reached. This reaction was definitely real, regardless of how dumb and lewd you looked, nothing was being exaggerated. Toji’s dick had you stupid and feral, without question.

The sorcerer killer‘s got you jittering against the bed, hearing your sweet little ah’s and r-right there’s — about to cum a thunderstorm, and you can barely arch your back so he leans in to bring a rough scarred hand to your throat, safely applying enough pressure, but enough to make your moms get louder. “S—Sorry for.. ah.. playing with myself in your room Sir,” and as you’re speaking you nearly choke out a incoherent sob, so close and his crown head of his cock repeatedly thrashing and slapping against your sensitive pearly nub didn’t help. “Really sorry.. won’t happen again… promise…” and you swallow thickly, getting wet from watching him press up against your face, making you stare at yourself and him through the monitor. “.. Hafta cum.. lemme cum, Sir.”

“You’re right. It won’t happen again,” he spats back sternly, and the sounds of irregular and violent skin slapping and little murmuring whines and whimpers reverberate around the room dramatically. Toji’s groaning, feeling himself close too, and his hands still wrap around your neck like a necklace, bring a kiss to your cheek out of spite before darting his green sinister eyes towards the chat that’s desperately craving his attention. “You guys think she deserve to cum?”

Immediately if fills up with a mix of yes and no’s, and you’re fighting back tears from the extensive amounts of pleasure — tilting your head up a bit, before Toji lets out a quick, “Cum for me.”

You’re confused at the slightest, but you were about to let go — and Toji flips you over with a whimsical grin on his face. “Kidding. Don’t fucking cum. Hold it,” and you’re on the verge of cumming — so so close, you let out a perplexed whine. “I said don’t fucking cum yet Y/N,” he mutters in a husky voice, and you feel him slip out of you, pulling you closer towards him, dragging you towards his lap. You’re almost sobbing, and Toji is of course all turned on from your mere disappointing tantrum, red angry tip twitching from you poutingly realigning yourself on his length before stroking your hair. “Aw, I know. I know. You wanna cum but you’re gonna have to wait,” and his voice is an almost form of a baritone, brushing against your ear, and you moan while he gives the laptop a sly smile before gripping his same hand around your throat. “Ride me, princess. Show your little fans who’s pussy this really belongs to and I’ll think about letting you cum.”

“But I—” you’d frown, lips glistening with spit trembling as you spoke. But you stopped talking immediately once Toji’s staring at you with that full menacing gaze that makes your heart race and your cunt twitch, fully synchronizing together to make sure you know your place. “Yes.. sir..”

“Good… girl,” he grunts, feeling you start to rotate your hips — delicately bouncing on his lap. The tip of his cock’s sending you another planet, and it’s not long before you start babbling again. Toji slithers a hand down to your wet cunt, swabbing up some of your wet slick before he brings it to your lips. “Tired of your whiney voice. Open your slutty mouth,” and with a soft pout you do, eyes going half lidded once Toji shoves his middle and index finger inside your mouth. You moaned in a muffled state, grinding and rocking your hips against his pelvic bone while curling your tongue with his digits stuffed down your throat. The angle he’s got on your pussy has his cock continuously hitting deep against you. “Uh huh. Put your mouth to good use, that’s it— f..fuck.”

The hits you make against his lap is so sloppy, it makes him get taken aback for a brief second before pressing his free hand on your waist. Toji’s absentmindedly playing with the flappy straps of your lingerie — and as you’re swiveling and plopping up and down on your boss‘s cock, pummeling so far and deep into you, you practically gag on his fingers that’s prodding way back against your throat and you moan feeling him pull his digits upwards. “You’re so filthy,” he grunts with a smug grin, smearing your spit all over your lips with his coated glistening digits, watching you pant from his dick that’s tapping against your g-spot. “You like taking things down that tight little throat, don‘t you, girl?”

“Yeah..” You’d shamelessly nod, and your back starts to simultaneously arch again, grabbing his hand. “Put it back i—”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Toji mutters, smacking your hand away before reaching down to rub circles on your cunt. You whined, legs ultimately shaking — and it felt so good, regardless of how infuriating it was. “Dunno if little camgirl sluts like you should cum on my cock,” he chuckles, and you can’t stop whining — your legs feeling like they were about to fall off, feeling Toji’s long black strands rub against your cheek. He can’t stop the little smug smile on his face, watching you keep up a cute raunchy pace of bobbling up and down on his cock, briefly focusing your eyes at the shiny expensive ceiling fan. “Beg for it.”

“Tojiiiii p-please.. I— can‘tttt..” You’d moan, and the way he brings you closer towards him by the throat, warm minty breath fanning against your neck makes your pussy throb. “Don‘t… wanna be edged anymore.”

“Y/nnnnnn. Shut the fuck upppp,” He mocks your tone, matching the way you speak — and you pout at how exaggerated he was, you glance at the chat and everyone‘s so horny, encouraging Toji to keep edging you, it was horrid. Toji groans, feeling you move your hips in a slow rotation, reaching down to play with yourself at least but it’s as if he predicts your movements everytime, slapping your hand away. “I don’t care what you don’t want. Don’t be a dumb bitch. Y’know how to take orders from me,” and you’re blissed out, doe eyes almost rolling down your skull while your body jostled above him. Toji brings a hand towards your breasts, grabbing them with a squeeze before rubbing the pad of his thumb against your hardened nipples, staring dead at the monitor. “Beg me to cum or you’re not getting shit from me, princess.”

Your facial expressions puckered, feeling the circles and squares around your clit more intense and you were gonna cum again — and it feels so good, you feel the coil of tension deep in your gut about to snap. “Please…” you’d sniffle and your voice sounds so small — knees ever so bucking, and your soft breathing is having a race with itself. “Let me cum please…. h-have to cum.. ‘M sorry for being a… slutty maid—” and Toji stares at you with a sly smile to keep talking. He found this entire thing amusing. Then again, it’s Toji. Of course he did. “Need you to let me cum Sir.. please please.. I need it— my pussy needs it, Sir.”

“You need it?” Toji lowly mocks your voice, watching your face fall from his constant teasing.

“Want… you… to make me fucking cum… Sir.” You spoke through gritted teeth, and Toji raspy chuckles, hearing the annoyance in your voice.

Toji stops rubbing against your clit before making you press your back against him — feeling your hips swerve and grind against him happily before running a hand down your waist. “Go ahead then. You can cum, pretty girl,” and there’s tears poking in your eyes once you finally let loose, slowing your movements down to cream all on Toji‘s veiny twitching cock. A bundle of nerves within you are on fire — sending you cute little messages in your empty brain that you’re finally cumming, and your orgasm is so loud, you don’t even realize it. Your gummy walls squeeze against his cock from it and Toji lets off a groan, and feels your pretty little cervix dilate in the process. “Good girl,” and he moans once you still ride him out of spite — and Toji playfully puts you in a headlock with a raspy chuckle. “Stay still girl. Don’t fucking try me. Now it’s my turn to cum,” and you moan — feeling him bring a hand towards your head to make you stare at him. “You‘ll let me shoot a messy load inside this pussy, won’t you Princess? I wanna feel you.”

“P-Please,” You’d eagerly nod, purely slumped against his chest. Toji‘s so warm, and you can barely even keep up with your own breath. “Breed me, Toji. Need your cum.”

“Breed you,” he repeats, in the form of a repulsed question, and you’re facing him now — staring at his flushed face that was merely glistening with a few sweat beats. He’s gawking at you with low hooded eyes, the sexy slanted scar near the side of his mouth pursing and indenting against his pink lips whenever he spoke. “Pft. That’s what you brats say now, huh,” and his voice is all hoarse and condescending. Your head’s buried into his neck — engulfing in his manly scent while dragging your nails down his back freely from the constant stimulation. His cock‘s tapping against your sweetened spots each and every time, making you get so dumb. So incredibly dumb, that you just keep saying his name over and over. Toji Toji Toji T—Toji… Sir.. sir Toji… “Heh, Okay. I‘ll breed this slutty pussy,” and his eyes dart towards the screen that had around fourteen thousand viewers now — the chat‘s continuing to flood with comments. “You guys better watch closely,” and he grunts, feeling him about to shoot. “About to leave a thick load inside your dumb little host girl.”

Toji‘s towering on top of you now — making you lie on your back, and he grunts lowly, feeling the multiple silver tungsten rings press against your thighs. “I‘m so full because of you,” he’d huff out, and you feel his hips start to stutter — the hefty fat base of his cock slapping against your cunt after each thrust. You moaned, watching Toji stare at you, about to burst any minute, making sure you kept your legs sprawled out all pretty for him. “Gonna swell up this fucking tummy with my seed.” he groans, and his voice is almost shaky, staring at you with lust-driven eyes. Toji pistons his hips — his tip smacking against your cervix purposely to see you make such cute facial expressions.

“F—Fuck.. Toji, wanna feel you—”

“Shut up and you will,” He snarls, and you let off a whine, feeling him push your knees to your chest. Toji plowed into you from a deep and thorough angle that makes your mouth start to open, and the sounds echo around the dim empty room featuring the sounds of a constant pat pat pat. Your pussy‘s squelching — before he growls out an angry, “Fuck,” and you feel him start to shoot a warm load deep inside, stuffing you full. Toji leans in, and his pearly white canines sink gently into the side of your neck — suppressing his low slutty moans. Your body twitches, and Toji’s thick velvety load was so much, he was still spurting inside. His breath is shaky and heavy, coating your skin with gentle fang marks before he reaches down on your tummy. “F-Fuck.. little girl.”

You let out a soft moan, and he’s still pouring into you — painting your spongey insides white tremendously, making you dizzy with your legs wrapped around his slim waist. Toji’s even speechless for a moment, and he starts to bombard your trembling body with kisses, before licking a stripe up your neck. “Toji… so full..”

He groans, sitting up before dragging you towards the monitor — pulling out beforehand and making you arch in front of the camera for everyone to see his thick gooey cum oozing out of your pulsating slit.

“Look at that,” he‘d purr, bringing a spank to your ass — sliding a thumb down your nub for everyoje to get a good view and you moan, watching Toji‘s eyes skimmer though the rapid chat messages that kept piling up every millisecond. You probably got so much money from the donations, and it was almost twenty thousand people watching your little stream, and you knew it was all thanks to Toji. You‘d never even imagine this many people coming to watch — but it was like as soon as Toji came in, that was what ignited everything. “Filled her up nice and good,” he hums, giving you another spank before rolling his eyes at the chat. “Nothing you loser bitches can‘t do.”

touyaslongburnedshlong: Y/n’s so sexc. Where do I sign up

princess_kit137: TOJI ur so hot. someone call animal control because my 🐱 keeps howling :((( &lt;3

sukunahasafatdickbutitstinks: *gifts 500 click coins*

[MOD] gojodaddy69: yeah man uh be ready to pay child support LOL

You sit up — but Toji stands behind you, making you arch your back on your desk, putting his hands on your waist as you’re bent over the desk, almost shoved into your lap top.

“Alright. They had their fun, now turn that shit off.”

You looked at him, furrowing a brow with doe eyes before he’s glaring at you, and who were you to not listen to your boss. You get the hint, turning towards your beloved audience with a timid grin. “Heh.. um… sorry guys.. I have to g—” and you start moaning feeling Toji drill back inside of you, stuffing the dripping cum back inside your tight cunt — and you let off a whine, grabbing onto the desk before scrolling your mouse around frantically. “Thank you guys for y—your support and stopping by…” and Toji’s spanking you to hurry up and you bite on your lip. “Okay.. I have to go… love you guys.. I‘ll stream… later this week I think… bye...”

Clicking the bright pink colorful button that read ‘END Y/NLOVAAA’S STREAM?’ it successfully ended, and you closed your laptop shut with shaky hands, moaning from Toji‘s hard thrusts while your pussy clamps and clenches down every single time. You’re ramming against the desk — feeling already so stuffed full, and Toji grabs a nice chunk of your ass because spanking it again, getting hard everytime from watching it jiggle right before his dark green eyes.

“Good girl,” he lets off in a low voice, pushing you further into the desk. You whined, and he makes you out your hands behind your back, holding them with one hand while his cock continues to puncture inside your tight walls that’s spasming and convulsing because of him. “I‘m not done filling up this slutty pussy though,” he breathes through a clenched jaw, raising his head up a bit slightly before spanking you again. “My slutty pussy.”

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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…’

♱ ‧₊˚. X MARKS THE SPOT ꒰ jjk men + nsfw twt visuals + accompanying drabbles ꒱ nsfw — mdni, f!reader, yuuji [oral + fingering (f!rec), squirting, hair pulling, begging, mindbreak], megumi [missionary, vanilla sex, dacryphilia], gojo [dry humping, teasing, premature ejaculation, petnames (doll, baby)], toji [gunplay, degradation, dirty talk, use of "whore"], sukuna [breeding, creampie, implied overstim, mindbreak]. part two coming with the rest of the jjk men soon. also, recs for twt accounts inclusive of all skin tones and sizes would be so appreciated ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆

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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