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The primal need for more Nicolas Brown fics & headcanons is insane.

PLEASE UNIVERSE- GIVE ME MORE GANGSTA. FICS AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

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naoya (直也) is the type of guy who'd be possesive as fuck. so fucking possesive that he'd not let you talk to the maids either. but it's not because he thinks you'll cheat, he wants you all to himself. he's greedy when it comes to you. he's practically attached to you, and quite literally.

he would keep an arm around your waist or shoulders if you ever need to talk to someone, though that happens rarely cause naoya doesn't like it.

people think he's a bit of a psychopath for being so possessive towards you. but only you know how clingy and needy this man gets in the bed while he fingers you out of your mind.

naoya likes to make you wear his robes when he's away for work (probably only a few days cause he can't live without you), so you don't miss him. surprisingly, his robes smell quite similar to sandalwood and sometimes cinnamon. also since his robes were slightly bigger than you usual size, they wrapped around you like a blanket. and also quite useful when you masturbated while chanting his name and rubbing yourself like crazy.

naoya on the other hand was a yandere. so much a simp that he got hard whenever he saw you smiling with your friends, cause this man stalked you whenever you went out of the house.

at the end of the day, you'd find yourself on his lap, getting finger-fucked by him as he goes on and on about how much he loves you and is possessive over you and how you deserve only him cause he is yours and you are his and how he'd never let anyone else have you.

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Was practicing poses but it turned into a desperate beg for certain demon cat to not kill him

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ft. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Choso, Ino, Shiu

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Losing Control Now masterlist/ Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo headcanons

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six (FINAL)

Pairings: Mobster Gojo x bartender F!reader

Summary: Something about running the Gojo mafia just makes Satoru so bored. Boring, boring boring. Sure, he loves money, he loves women, he loves snorting snowy powder off their bodies. He loves the power that comes from it- but he's just bored. That is, until he stumbles upon you, the brand new bartender that makes him pause, falter, and then soon he becomes obsessed, with knowing you, in every single way. Paying off your mom's debts and working two jobs, you're exhausted, but something about this pretty Mob boy just makes you... excited again. How far in are you, and how far is Satoru in the mafia world? All he knows, is he must have you.

CW: Sexual tension, eventually explicit sex, mafia themes, drug themes, violence, obsessed ass whipped ass Satoru Gojo, oral sex, possessive Gojo, drug use and drug dealing - lowkey Yandere fkn Gojo hehe. Light angst, some fluff, heavy smut, lots of teasing, light angst and hurt comfort.

That Gojo art is by michi_ia on X!!! This is the Gojo from Pour it Up (Stripclub owner Sukuna x reader)- six parts - finished! WC- 45.5k

Playlist -Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo headcanons below

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo who just finds everything so boring, even snorting lines off pretty stripper's bodies, even drinking with his best friend and partner in crime, Suguru. These meetings and those things, and this job, and this drop, blah. Negotiations!? Pfft. No he wants something fun and no amount of fruity drinks or sugar up the nose is cutting it anymore.

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo has his drink getting filled by one dancer, sipping it and finding it much too harsh, he stands up then, as Sukuna chuckles 'need it even more of a lil bitch drink?' Satoru rolls his blue eyes, flipping Sukuna off then saying 'it's not sweet enough!' Satoru walks out into the humming club then, faltering as he sees a girl that must be new, in a black bra, black booty shorts and fishnets that are glowing under the blacklights. His eyes trail slowly up and down her body, filling him with filthy images as he finally meets her eyes- your eyes.

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo who is usually so cocky and arrogant just stands there for a minute, like you're bringing him right out of some haze he's been in, as he feels your eyes looking right back, nervous smile on your pretty face. 'New here, sweetheart?' he asks, voice husky and deep, probably the prettiest damn person you've ever seen, for a moment you can't answer, blue eyes swirling and bright even under the club's dark lights and through the smoke and fog, you feel his gaze on your body as you're leaning over the side of the bar. 'I am new'

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo can't get your name out of his mind, as you bite your lower lip, focusing on making his drink - 'the first of the new job, you're special' you tease, and Satoru manages to get some of his charm together, chuckling as he leans over the bar. 'I am special, hmm?' you wonder why he wants that many sugary concoctions in one drink, but god it's the best drink, and he has to murmur 'bet you taste even better' earning your blush even under the flashing lights, 'huh?' he just brushes back your hair, smirking before he walks off, bombarding Sukuna with questions about you.

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo specifically requests you sit with him during the next meeting, as they discuss the Zenin family and the Kamo family, two other big names in the Mob scene, but now he gets to focus on you, as he decorates your collarbone with snowy powder, snorting it off you, while you can't stop a little whimper. No one hears it but him, and it makes him feral, cock throbbing as your hips shift, his eyes notice every movement until they close, and he licks the residue off your throat, hot tongue making your mind go insane with images of just what that long pink tongue can do.

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo finds these meetings about the business so much more fun now, but instead of looking at any of the strippers, he's only looking at you, at your pretty eyes, plump lips parted as you look at him, and he wonders how pretty you'll look cumming just for him. When they're all leaving the meeting in the VIP room the next time, you can't stop yourself, sitting on his damn thigh, wetness making your panties sticky, and you look at him then. 'Need something, sweets?' he murmurs, smirking like an arrogant little ass, as his hand slips up and down your thigh, and he's been edging you for just too long, so you break - 'touch me, please Mr. Gojo'

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo dies internally at your request, precum already making his boxers stick as he finds your clit under this slutty skirt you have on, rolling a fingertip over a twitchy clit, and your head falls back, 'mnh, s'good!' you whine, grinding on his thigh, but it's just not enough for Satoru, he turns you so you're straddling him on this red velvet couch, he looks dangerous but somehow sweet, as you clutch his suit jacket, and he sinks two fingers in your cunt, pressing against that spongy spot in your slick walls, making your cunt drool down to his pretty silver rolex, those sleeves of his coated with you as you roll your hips, moaning, back arching - 'shh, sweets, don't want anyone t'hear this slutty cunt, hmm?'

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo has the most ridiculous, long thick fingers you've ever felt, you're closer and closer as he continues curling them inside your eager hole, your lips just a breath from his as your hands now enwrap in his silky white locks, grinding even more on his hand, as he chuckles softly, his breath ghosting over your lips. 'need me to play with that little clit, too?' you nod weakly - 'sure things, pretty girl, there you go, that's it' you're shattering now, and Satoru is watching, while his thumb presses over your twitchy clit, and you're cumming so hard you feel dizzy, pussy pulsing and dripping down his fingers, trembling thighs on either side of him.

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo sighs at how pretty you are, slipping those two fingers in your mouth, smirking and murmuring 'suck them clean, be a good girl for me' and you eagerly obey, before he grabs your hair by the nape of your neck, slamming your lips down on his. You both get interrupted by a very amused Sukuna then, who says 'let her get to work Satoru, or you need to get behind the bar and shake your ass' Satoru chuckles as you're blushing furiously, and he helps you adjust your skirt and panties, 'give her the day off tomorrow, I'll pay to cover someone' Sukuna sighs 'whatever' he grumbles, you blink then, looking down at his grinning face 'Satoru I can't afford to take off' he doesn't know the bills you have, the situation you have to take care of with your family, to help them, he sighs then 'I'll pay you four times your shift to just date me'

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo has never really gone on a date, no he just has girls on his arm, under him on his bed, he certainly didn't have to even try to do something like offer money, but he'd offer anything for a chance at you. You all don't end up going anywhere, though, because once you're in the back of Satoru's limo, and he's doing a line off your inner thigh, he starts licking at it, and before you know it he's dragged your panties off, burying his pretty face right in your pussy. 'ah, Mr. Gojo!' he leans up as he swipes the flat of his tongue from your drooling little hole to your clit, pressing a kiss on it 'Satoru, while you're cummin' all over m'face, hmm baby? taste s'fucking sweet' Satoru dives back in and the sounds of him slurping you up are obscene

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo licks and sucks your clit, humming on it until you're shattering, cumming so hard you see stars, then you're riding him right in that limo, struggling to take his huge cock, as it stretches your tight little pussy out, veiny and thick and sloppy, he moans into your mouth as your walls tighten around his cock, as he slams up endlessly into your pretty cunt over and over. You're on your knees, sucking his cum off him, off his pretty pink tip, before you're on your knees right in the plush limo seat, and he's hitting it from the back, making you cry out 'Satoru!' which makes him bust again, inside you so deep, pulling out and watching your arousal and his cock drip down so messy, before he scoops his sticky cum and shoves it back inside you.

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo can't stop thinking of how good it looked, your pussy sucking up the cum so greedy, when he sees you the next day at your work, and it's not long until he's behind the bar, eating your pussy that he cannot get enough of, all while you're trying to work, you're so cute trying to mix a drink when his tongue is on your clit, and you're squeaking at him, 'Satoru, s-stop' but he can't stop. He's got your panties in his pocket, he'll keep them for later, you shouldn't worry about that, but you're trembling with nerves and fear when he runs out to deal with the Zenin bullshit with everyone, worried about things you don't fully know yet.

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo is dying to get back to you, he doesn't wanna deal with all this shit, he just wants to drink you up more, but here he is, as he deals with some of the bullshit that the Zenins are doing, he can't stand them then, when he has to actually show them just who and what the Gojo family is. When he is covered in blood, him, Suguru, Toji and Sukuna come back to the club, exhausted, when you see him you blink back tears, and he murmurs 'come to my place, clean me up?' He is exhaling and shooting that smirk, but there's so much behind it, you see now. You eagerly obey, realizing you both don't know anything about each other yet, as you're bandaging his pretty face, all cut up, in his pristine bathroom, and you're wondering just what it is that Satoru has gotten into, but for now you both just kiss, his blood tangy against your lips, as his kiss gets hungry, desperate, and he murmurs 'I need you'

Mafia! Prettyboy Gojo He's smearing that blood across your pretty tits as he has you right on his bathroom counter, knowing he'll do anything to protect you, to keep you, from shit you will now get into for being with him, cupping your face as he fucks into you, and your eyes roll back in your skull, covered in Satoru's spit, his blood, now his precum as he's pumping in and out of you, knowing he certainly can't let you go, but he also can't let anyone know you're his weakness.

Buy me a glass of wine🍷 - Gen Masterlist - ©All works by Madamechrissy you may not reproduce

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"fuck you." "when?"

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he's (not) my man

who woulda thought you'd end up sharing a last name with Ryomen Sukuna? not you!

synopsis: in a last ditch effort to save your family's failing ranch, your father arranges your marriage to a man you've never met. now you've got an even bigger problem - a six foot something one who clearly can't stand you either. looks like navigating newlywed life is going to be a little tough when he's already talking about divorce!

pairing: cowboy!Sukuna x rancher's daughter!Reader

content: mdni, fluff and smut and angst, marriage, financial trouble, drinking, complicated relationships, enemies-to-lovers, arranged relationships, talks of divorce, teasing and tension, hate fucking, unprotected piv sex, creampie, brat taming but they're both brats, more tags to be added

chapter index

one two three four

five six seven eight

nine ten

a/n: there's going to be an overarching plot and possibly more chapters, but you guys are also free to send in asks about stuff you hope to see from cowboy!Sukuna and reader struggling to adjust to married life and living together and I'll try to turn it into chaps too :p

divider by @bronzewasp gorgeous Sukuna art by @winterrbluess !!

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He protec, he attac… would have loved to see Jinu go a little feral in that final fight LOL but that’s what fanons forrrr

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You let out a strangled growl, lips quirked in a smile but brows knitted in exasperation. Hands clench in and out of the shape of a fist as they're pointed in the direction of the Destroyer King's neck. It never failed. Everytime he came about he let out some snarky quips that made you want to throttle him.

Maybe he didn't mean it, maybe he just had a bad day, maybe he'd come round later to apologize, you first thought.

But no. No, he never came back, never did something to make up for it. Sure, he didn't have to, he practically ruled the city so why would he bother? But you had half a mind to think he had something personal against you (not that you knew what) since he just kept returning to this place and giving some back handed jab at your state of being or your establishment.

A "No Benimaru's Allowed" sign was a tempting idea to add to your front door. But if you did that you'd probably get less business than usual. That wouldn't be good.

So, you settled for grunting in frustration and trying to keep an air of professionalism about you.

"You know, there's a saying that 'if you have nothing nice to say, don't say it at all,' I think you could benefit from it." You spoke, turning your back to him and trying to distract yourself with the succulents on the shelf.

"There's also the fact that people who can't take criticism will never grow, you could benefit from that."

Your eye twitched.

The smile stayed firmly on your lips as you tried to contain yourself. He was so childish for someone so admired, never allowing anyone to have the last word.

He wasn't even looking at you, simply perusing the sunny room with unbothered hands shoved in his navy sleeves. His sad expression was his natural resting pose, you knew that, but it only further irked you.

"You are the bane of my existence, Shinmon. You make me want to strangle you which is very unfortunate cause I also really want to kiss you. You're a big heartless oaf and I hate having to put up with your check-ins everyday."

"See? That's why business is always so slow. Can't keep friendly with that mouth."

More uncomfortable groans threatened to escape you and you ran frustrated hands through your hair.

The captain finally turned to you, stepping forward as you breathed out cursed obscenities. Dark rouge eyes seemed to tear into your very soul and you found yourself wishing he went back to ignoring you.

For each step forward you took a step back, stopping only when the dark wood behind you forced you to do so. A firm forearm was pressed against the wall just above your head, caging you between it and the shameless fire captain. Your heart beat faster with what you couldn't tell was fear, anger, or anticipation. Perhaps all three.

"And you should straighten out those feelings of yours before making such big statements like that."

He was making you uncomfortably hot, his natural heat starting to seep into your clothes. His breath smelt of warm cider and rich spices.

"Yeah, like you've ever done the same." You scoffed. It was getting hard to look him in the eyes. His soft, round beautiful eyes.

He shrugged, "maybe not," then leaned closer till his straight nose brushed against your own, "but I know how and when to take action. You could learn a thing or two from me if you didn't waste your time mulling over stupid contradictions."

There wasn't room for response as the captain's lips locked on yours. Brash and hungry, sucking and nipping whenever desired, free hand reaching up to cradle your neck and cheek to guide you further. Firm and deftly, the fire making all your senses freeze and melt with the sensations. You weren't sure this was the same intolerable guy anymore.

When he pulled back, you were stiff and flaming, practically short circuiting, but he was unbothered as ever. As if he hadn't just enacted the most heart jerking moment in your life. His plump lips still curled down into their pout, his eyes still turned down sadly, his fair skin still undisturbed by any pink hue.

He settled his hands back into his sleeves, "maybe now you'll learn to act first, complain later. It'll save ya plenty of time." Then he left the shop as if he was going though the same old routine.

You were completely baffled. Did he really just leave like that? Should you be mad? How were you going to get on with your day now? And every other day to follow?

You would never understand him.

"... I thought you were supposed to stop fires, not ignite them ...."

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Benimaru 💜

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Yamazaki Shingen x Reader: Hands

G/N. Soft. Masterlists

Shingen kisses your fingers, each digit one by one.

He's studying your hands tonight, stroking your knuckles and running his thumb along your palm and up your wrist.

Words of his previous lovers cutting off their fifth finger plays on his mind. The idea of doing the same to you and ruining such pretty hands would be unfathomable.

You're beyond talented with those hands and fingers, drawing unmatched pleasures and sensations.

But that is not why he loves them.

Your hands tell a story. There's a tale in each of the calluses - of determination and hard work. Long faded scars that hint at mishaps and accidents.

Most of all though - it's the gestures. Your fingers tangling with his. The way you reach out to him. Casually and so heart wrenchingly intimate - cupping his face, stroking his back, running your fingers through his long hair.

It tells a story of you and him. And that is by far his favourite.

Shingen kisses the back of your hands, where the skin is tender and soft. It's a gentle pressing of lips from a rough, beastly man.

There's complete adoration in his actions.

The clan would certainly take issue if they fully realised how he treats you. After all - he is supposed to be the one being worshipped.

Not to mention, one person taking up all his time and all his nights can only be detrimental to passing on the Yamazaki legacy.

Yet even the insinuation of taking you away from him, or moments away from you, has earned whoever dared to utter those words a promise of a slow and painful death.

Like you're the most sacred of treasures, Shingen protects you with all of his power.

And as he tucks your smaller hand inside his own larger one, he will gladly protect you with his life. 

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weak point

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the concept art is so fucking gorgeous I can’t

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THIS SONG IS LITERALLY SO GOOD WHAT

YOON WANT IT, 2025