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⁀➷ One More Meeting // Mafia!Stucky x F!Reader

Summary: For all of the years that you had known Steve and Bucky, you had never seen them lose control of their anger. All of the murder and violence always being calculated, calm, and dangerous. But today, that all changed and for the first time in years, you were truly scared of the boys you loved.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, murder, violence, blood, john walker has a temper, polyamory, dom/sub, threesome, subspace, pet names, sub reader, size difference, reader gets injured, daddy kink, sir kink, size kink, aftercare, praise kink, fluff, angst, vaginal sex, nipple play, cum play, clit stimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk

Word: 5.6k

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edited: 16/6/25

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⁀➷You’re Mine // Mafia!Steve Rogers x reader

Summary:  Steve loves showing off what’s his, You. What does he do when he sees someone staring at what is his.

Also, this story is inspired by the amazing works by @luxeavenger​ & @smutsonian​ x

Tags: 18+ reader only, smut, Exhibitionism, murder, dom!steve rogers, sir kink, praise kink, squirting, oral female oral male, vaginal sex, size kink, multiple orgasms, creepy!brock rumlow

Edited: 11/11/23

Words: 3.7k

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[wallywaffle]

hey so i’m thinking about steve and bucky blind folding you and making you guess who’s cock is inside of you and if you get it down you don’t get to finish at all.

Hey so hear me out. Because when you do get it right, you get both. At the same damn time.

DVP, bondage, being blindfolded below the cut.

“Bu-Bucky! It’s Bucky,” you sputtered out, spit dribbling down your chin.

“Are you sure about that, doll?” Steve’s voice breathed against your ear.

Are you sure? Because you were wrong the last time, hence why you couldn’t cum. But you were certain it was Bucky now because the way head of his cock felt hitting that spot inside of you.

“I’m sure,” your voice wavered, showing that you were in fact not one hundred percent sure.

It has been going on like this for a while now, Bucky and Steve taking their turns fucking you and making you guess whose cock was inside of you. Not only were you blindfolded but your wrists and ankles were tied to the bed. You could see nor feel them. Besides their cock fucking you.

“That’s my good girl,” Bucky praised in your other ear and your heart soared in your chest because you finally got it right.

And you could finally cum.

“Can I cum now?” You practically begged.

Both Steve and Bucky chuckled darkly before one of them untied you, all while Bucky continued to fuck you with a slow pace, dragging it out.

“You did so well,” Steve said while brushing away the hair from your face and helped you sit up so he could slip underneath you.

You couldn’t see what they were doing but you knew that they were switching positions a bit. Bucky was still on-top of you, you could now feel his vibranium arm. Steve was underneath you.

“Pull out a bit, Buck. We gotta make room.”

You swallowed at Steve’s voice. “Make room for what?”

“We know how much you like it when we fill you up with one of our cocks and a dildo. Now since you did so well, we’re going to reward you with both of our cocks,” Bucky said, ghosting his lips over yours before pulling his cock almost all the way out.

You were so wet between your legs, both of them filling you up while denying your own release tonight. And you knew they both would fit but it would take some work. They’d been training you for this moment you realized.

“Do you want that?” Steve nibbled your ear.

“Please.” You moaned. “Please fuck me. Both of you. At the same time.”

“Our girl is so greedy,” Bucky clicked his tongue against his teeth.

“Don’t tense up. Just breathe, alright?” Steve’s comforting voice eased away whatever worry you had.

Doing what he said, you breathed and let your body relaxed as they worked together in sliding into you. It was a stretch, but one your cunt welcomed greedily. Steve’s cock slid in all the way first followed by Bucky, who let out a loud moan you were sure your neighbors could hear in the apartment next door.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” Steve grunted as he started moving inside of you.

Bucky agreed with another moan and soon, light filled your sight because he took off your blindfold. “I need to see those pretty eyes while Steve and I both fuck you.”

You were gone, so blissed out by being filled up with both of their thick cocks, all you could do was nod while you reached for Bucky to pull him close to you.

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Bucky in the Winter Soldier mask, but ALSO Steve in a similar mask.

Both chasing you.

Well, it's more of a playing with food type of game for them.

You stand no chance. They would catch you no matter how sneaky and determined to run away you are.

Breathless, pumped with adrenaline, already a little sweaty mess.

You'll squirm so deliciously when brutal force pins you in place.

[wallywaffle]

Bucky Barnes fucking you slow and deep while Steve Rogers sketches the two of you. He has an entire sketchbook to fill up, so get ready for lots of various positions and late nights.

[wallywaffle]

BREAK UP OR BREAKDOWN

FT | Satoru, Suguru, Kento, Choso, Toji, Sukuna.

Desc | The JJK men spiral into heartbreak whenever you send a mildly dramatic text, but it’s not what they think…

Cw | fluff/suggestive only in Toji’s, established rls. | ML | Other RECENT smaus? ➜ 1, 2, 3, & 4.

Divider/Boarders produced by | animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Song written by Koilani/ @aquasoftware.

REBLOGS, COMMENTS, AND LIKES ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!! THANK YOU <3

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JJK men x reader

you text them ‘I can’t do this anymore’ out of context! And they kinda…freak out!?

characters; Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen. ( here is Nanami’s and Yuji’s version!)

disclaimer; afab reader, swearing, suggestive content in Toji’s, modern sukuna! , I think that’s it…? maybe a bit ooc and few grammar mistakes!

Author; honestly don’t have much to say, thank you for all the support on my other works! I hope you enjoy this lil smau!, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Satoru, G.

Toji, F.

Ryomen, S.

[wallywaffle]

jjk men reaction to your holiday outfits. ᰔᩚ masterlist. ᰔᩚ

—SATORU

"Babe...what's this supposed to be", satoru held up an article of clothing he picked out from your suitcase that refused to close.

"A skirt..", you said as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

He snorted. You were definitely lying right now. "Why're you bringing a neck warmer to the maldives?", he even proved it was a neck warmer by throwing it over his head as it rested on his neck.

You giggled at his antics, reaching over to take it off him, each attempt being as unsuccessful as the last as he evaded your hands. "I thought you said you'd help me zip up my suitcase".

He took it off and twirled it around his index which was far too long for his own good. "Gotta fit me in there first".

"You can't come, it's a girls only trip", you huffed, standing on your tiptoes to reach the skirt he held up in the air like a referee holding up a red card.

"You're telling me I don't get to see you in these sexy clothes?", he pouted.

You narrowed your eyes at him, tired hands resting on his chest. "If you give me my skirt i'll try them all on for you".

And just like that, the skirt was dropped into your hands and you could've sworn you could see the very stars shining in his pupils.

"Deal!".

—SUKUNA

"what the fuck".

"Be nice Ryo".

"No, im not gonna be fucking nice", he snarled, holding up your bikini bottoms like they burned his fingertips to touch.

"This is practically just string, might as well go naked", he rolled his eyes.

"You're being dramatic", you stifled a laugh, currently in the process of turning your bedroom upside down trying to find the matching top.

"Do you really wanna be the reason every guy on that beach has a near-death experience", you pinched the bridge of your nose knowing that the 'near' he added was just for decoration. They'd be lucky to escape with their lives.

"I'll be like 10 hours away, you won't be there to kill people im afraid", you faked a sad expression.

"Wanna bet?", he raised his brows, seeing your statement as a challenge.

"Listen, i'll put it on and you're gonna see it's not just a piece of string", he tossed it over to you and you slid it on, looking to see if he was satisfied.

"See?".

He put a finger on his chin, narrowing his eyes and examining your figure.

"Spin around, and lift your shirt a little", aka his shirt.

After you did so, you saw the smirk that grew slowly on his lips.

"It's not bad I suppose".

—SUGURU

You were stood in front of the mirror, hand resting on your chin and hums slipping out of your mouth, so deep in thought that you didn't even notice when Suguru came in.

"Wow", he drawled out, a grin on his lips as he leaned against the doorframe.

Your eyes met his own through the mirror.

"Stop spawning out of nowhere", you turned around, folding your arms.

He closed the distance between you two, taking your hand in his. "Enough about me, look at you", he spun you around, giving himself a good look at your dress.

"Is the colour nice? I think I should've just stuck with black", you took yet another look at the mirror.

"Is that even a question?", he noticed how the zipper only reached halfway, telltale of your efforts of trying to zip it all the way yourself.

His hand caressed your waist, his other hand zipping up you dress effortlessly.

"It's gorgeous, you're gorgeous".

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꒰ ݁˖ꫂ᭪ ꒱ 𓂃 GUYS MY AGE

˚₊‧꒰ა older boyfriend jjk men ﾉ f. reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

guys your age just don't know how to do it, do they? nothing to worry 'bout when he's nearly twice your age hunny. ⌇ based off guys my age - hey violet

starring ᝰ.ᐟ✧ g. satoru, n. kento, g. suguru

broadcast ᝰ.ᐟ✧ minors dni, age gap ꒰ 40s/20s ꒱, semi-public, fingering, brat taming, praise, degradation, overstim, orgasm denial, pussy spanking, thigh riding, spanking, sweetnana, meantoru, meansugu 𓂃 wc ⌇ 2.7k

sweetheart host ᝰ.ᐟ✧ older bf brain go brrr . . . really hope my toru bias ain't obvious. art cred ⌇ yamada_souko, ru_ka_night

˖ 𑣲 Don't know how to treat me ᝰ.ᐟ✧ N. Kento

Silk slipped through your fingers like liquid gold. Velvet kissed your skin in whispers you could barely afford. Each sapphire along the silver bracelet hugging your wrist winked at you. Don't even get started on your heels, your earrings, the fourth shopping bag laid idly beside its friends from three other stores.

The cherry on top? Two large hands scorned from years of work yet ever gentle in their smooth trace down your curves.

"I think this dress suits you well, don't you, darling?" Even Kento's kisses felt expensive. The grandest of jewels laid over your shoulder as if you deserved each one. Hell, as if you deserved every store your pretty little self stepped into it.

"Well . . ." you roved over the mirror's scene. Your beloved was behind you with his hands worshipping every crevice and crook of your body, his lips painting affection across your shoulders and neck. The dress was gorgeous, comfortable, the finest material only for his darling.

Instead of the silk, your eyes drew to the price tag written in invisible ink between the creases.

"It's a bit pricey. I don't think I'm worth all this expense."

His lips paused. Glued to the junction between your shoulder and neck. One comment and suddenly, his gaze flickered to you. As if that alone would reverse time and have you gulping the words down instead.

Kento stilled, then asked — even if it didn't sound like a question. Low, quiet:

"Come again?"

Silk was the least of your concerns. Slick became all you knew. Pooled around his palm and messing up his favourite watch you're sure. Not that you could see with your vision impaired by his chest. Your front flushed into him while his hand worked endlessly behind.

Fingers tremble in his shirt. Each twitch another apology to his digits pumping fluidly into your syrupy slit. They fucked until the knuckle, withdrew every few shallow thrusts, then slammed back in until you were drooling all over his blue fabric.

"K-Kennn - please," you hiccuped, forearms flushed tighter to his chest as you peeked at the mirror behind you. Panties pulled to the side and hanging on a limb while his hand pistoned into your pretty, swollen pussy.

"Sssh darling. You're too pretty to be talking about yourself like that." His drawl rumbled into your ear after a soft kiss pressed against it. His wrist rotated and you choked a moan as he braced speed.

"Too pretty to beg. Don't want to hear that ever again. You hear me?"

Nods were all you could manage. Your thighs squeezed tighter, but it didn't matter to his large hand. His free one caressed your side with his strong arm steeling you against him. Trapping you as he fucked all your insecurities out in splutters and squirts.

Kento crooked into a spot that made you bite down on his shirt, whimpering. Your hips bucked helplessly with your pitiful little — "Ken - Kento 'm gonna - I'm cumming, please? Please can I cum? Pleaseplease?"

He huffed again. This time his thumb joined on you clit. Flicking up to reprimand the nub together with his now ruthlessly pumping fingers. You keened and limped into him. Legs shaky on designer heels surely messed with your cunt gushing juices.

"Come now darling. Ask, don't beg."

You hiccuped and pressed tighter into him. Tears heavy on your lashes as you squeezed your eyes shut and mouthed on his already damp shirt. "Please - please make me cum? Kento - hngh!"

He circled on a bundle of nerves he knew would loosen the knot. Your pussy throbbed and with one final burst of heat, you bubbled cream all over his palm. He eased you into a slower grind, his thumb circling your clit a few more times before finally halting.

Your face is pulled into his free hand. You found comfort in his palm and whimpered as he brushed your tears away.

"Look at me, sweetheart." When you did, a tender kiss met your glossy lips. "Never want to hear that from you again, alright?"

"Mhhm."

"There's my good girl."

˖ 𑣲 Don't know how to touch me ᝰ.ᐟ✧ G. Satoru

You wouldn't consider yourself a shittalker, but when it came to boys, you were never the type to hold your tongue. If you had a dollar for every asshole with a god-complex you encountered and ten for each one you dated, you'd be able to pay off your student loans. But Satoru's got that covered.

Ah yes, Satoru, who sat beside you with an idle scroll of his phone. His long arm draped over your shoulders as he fell into yet another cat video trap. He was freed from his third-going-onto-forth loop when whatever video you stumbled upon caught his ear.

"Ladies, best believe. The second orgasm is a myth."

His pale brow arched and he sneaked a sideways glance to garner your expression. What's with that look? "Kinda bs, huh sweetheart?" He tested the waters and immediately burned when you shrugged your shoulders.

"Dunno. Guys can barely give one, let alone two."

His smile froze and the sideways look turned into a small stare. The thumb that had paused in its lazy circles on your shoulder started up again. As if trying to coax a correct answer out of you.

"Can't disagree with that. But cut us some credit yeah?"

"Nah, boys can't do shit."

His second brow joined as they both raise further. His smile tightened at the little scowl you present him, as if he represented every male on earth. Satoru knew that look well. It's one you've been testing him with for the past couple of weeks. This was aimed.

Yes, Satoru hadn't made you cum more than once, but not due to lack of skill. You were young, sensitive, one was enough for now. He had to ease you into everything he knew — but there goes that brat again thinking she can take it rough.

"But not me though, right sweet girl?" He hoisted you closer, his shades falling down the bridge of his nose. Blue eyes dimmed to a murky ocean and the pattern of his thumb ran firmer. He was giving you an out —

Yet there you were, smiling sarcastically. "Not sure, Satoru. I think you're just like all these other boys in my phone."

And that's how you wound up eating those words in the form of pitched moans and drool. Back to his chest, legs hooked over his knees that locked them open like a clamp. A strong arm flexed around your middle where he bundled you so easily in his lap. Steeling you still and helpless to the mess you're squirting everywhere.

"Toru - toru!" Your voice quaked brokenly as you chased air like a luxury. Head hung back on him as you pitifully bucked into two fingers fucking another slew of slick from your raw pussy. Swollen and stringy, spraying squirts and cream with every deep plunge to the knuckle.

"So it's 'toru' now sweets? That you or your pussy talkin'?" He was relentless. Would his arm ever get tired? It hasn't lost pace since he shoved into you. It's been three orgasms, going onto a devastating fourth.

Squelches poured when he stuffed them to the knuckle and shallowly stroked on your sweetspot. His fingertips expertly circled the bundle of nerves then come-hithered until you were keening. The arm on your middle shifted and he bunched on your shirt, yanking it up over your tits with a grip that showed off every vein on his strong hand.

"Oh, what's that? You cummin' baby?" Satoru grinned against your ear, pace speeding to something blinding. "Yeah? What number's that?"

"Dunno — hngh!"

Your lips formed a pitiful pout that split with drool when his thumb attacked your clit and a third finger shoved in simultaneously. You squirmed, but he yanked you back with a greedy tit grope. "Yeah you do, don't wanna hear it."

His wrist flicked, the new position brought an even more brutal pace. He angled specifically to exaggerate your pussy's lewd sloshes and squelches. Another sweetspot became his target and you spewed slick all over his palm, coating his silver watch in gloss. That's fine, he'd make you lick it off later.

"Gimme the number, brat." His hiss punctuated with added pressure, your clit's trapped once more. "Or is all you're good for creaming my fingers? Messing my watch up baby. Pretty pussy's not caring one bit huh?"

His chuckle bordered something cruel. Cruel like his fingers that crooked and abused whatever spot he could find. Who cared if your messy juices painted the couch, his sleeve, hell — the floor with your last squirt?

All he cared about were your whining sobs, your pitiful grinds into his hand that was wayyy too big for you and the wet throbs of your pussy.

Slams pistoned on your gummy walls. You squirmed to no avail and choked another sob as you shivered back onto him. "Toru! T-Toru please!"

"How. Many?"

Your jaw's snatched next. Face squeezed between his flexing fingers as he wrung your head to face him. Teary eyed, drooling, looking like his sweet girl rather than that smart lil' brat. His glare earned your whimpers, but he was still grinning. Still pumping his fingers endlessly. Sharply. "Tell me how many times I made this pussy cum, huh? Tell me."

"T-Two - no - nooo," you whined as your wrong answer came with his fingers yanked out, sticky strings connecting to his hand that soon slapped back on your raw pussy. You jolted, whimpered — but it's cut off into a keened moan when he shoved them back in. "Three - three 'toru -!"

"Thaaatt's it. What's it gonna be?"

"Four - oh god!"

You clenched on his fingers and throbbed over his knuckles. Mouth falling open as he shot his other hand to grip your thigh and ruthlessly ground your shaking self down onto his relentless thrusts. He knew all your signs. The moans caught in your throat. The crossed eyes and drooling, spluttered, ah ah ah! as he fucked the brat right out of you.

The knot in your tummy tightened one more time. Your head tossed back. Body clenching altogether as he trapped you in an endless, devastating bliss. You splattered all over his hand with a broken gasp of his name. Stuttering your thighs as if you had any control. Squelching, gushing, until trickles of cream oozed around his still pistoning hand.

"There she is. There's my sweet girl." At last his affection laves over your neck in kisses. Not that his hand ever stopped. He only shallowed again and started curling more cruelly. Holding you down as you struggled around in his grasp with pitiful lil' 's too much' and 'toru pleaassee'.

You're hot. Bothered. Sticky and whiney as you choke on heated air. He slipped his other hand down to pinch and play with your clit. Egging on your whimpered sobs.

"Boys can't do anything, huh sweetheart?" Satoru crooned into your neck, grinning like the devil before he whispered low and rough in your ear.

"Good thing I'm a man, yeah?"

˖ 𑣲 Don't know how to tease me ᝰ.ᐟ✧ G. Suguru

Younger guys never put up much of a fight. Too impatient to deal with your bullshit, too many years ahead of them to fight you on it. Frowns, huffs, the occasional smart comment broke them quicker than they could make you cum on fingers or tongue.

But Suguru? Suguru had patience he wielded in weaponised denial and a handful of years dangling over your head. Acting out with someone nearly twice your age should have been easier.

He should be tired, irritable. Too old to deal with your audacious eye rolls and bratty tongue. In seconds he should have you over his lap, or at the very least his desk. Stuffing you with his fingers, mouth, dick, making you beg for it — putting you in your place.

Only one of those came true over the week you put on your spoilt princess persona and donned your petty crown of attitude. Every snide remark only earned a low a hum, your huffs were returned with his smile, and when you attempted to rile him up with a slutty little skirt and three images to his phone; well, throwing you around was an option only in your imagination, it seemed.

He didn't toss you over the sofa, nor threw you over his shoulder. No, Suguru only smiled. Leaned back into his seat and watched with slithered eyes as you flushed down over his knee.

Your cunt thrummed against your damp panties, hovered over his black jeans with your hands trembled around the same skirt you attempted to drive him wild with. Pretty nails that he paid for clung tight on the fabric, tighter than the line your lips pressed into.

"You really haven't been good to me this week." His sigh came with a calloused thumb tracing down your thigh. You tensed and whimpered. If you gaped at him with those pitifully teary eyes, maybe he'd give in?

"Don't give me that look."

Nevermind. Violet solidified into a patient glare, even with the serene smile he displayed. "Where's my good princess gone? She still in there?"

He drummed atop your cunt and you whined. Wishing he'd go lower - wishing he'd touch you. He only instructed that you lifted your skirt higher and you did so with pouting lips.

"Sugu . . . "

Smack! "Don't wanna hear it right now baby." Your thigh heated under the sting and he withdrew his touch altogether. Greedy, infuriatingly calm eyes roved you entirely before he hummed.

"Tell me what you want."

"You . . ."

"Be specific, brat."

You whimpered when his tone dropped and fiddled with the skirt. You couldn't meet his steady stare. "Wanna. . . wanna grind on your knee. Want you to touch me, please Suguru?"

He breathed deep, another sigh before motioning aimlessly with his hand that laid outstretched together with his arm on the back of the sofa. "Go on then. Grind that pretty pussy down on me. Don't deserve it but, you're lucky you're pretty."

The invisible restraints shattered and you flushed into his knee. Whines broke from your throat as you slowly rocked down on the perch. The angle caught you clit just perfectly but you struggled to maintain it.

Still, you wanted to be good for him. Your throbbing, leaking cunt begged you to. So you reached out for his shirt to stabilise yourself and took up a rocking rhythm. The friction was all you could ask for after a week of denial.

"Hngh - Sugu —"

"There we go," he crooned, that gentle smile returning as he set a hand on your hips. He aided you with small glides, but still let you do all the work. Brats don't get what they want, after all. He leaned his head back onto his fist and drawled deeply. A sharp look returned as he glanced up at you beneath his lashes.

"If you want something, you ask for it. I'm not one of your boytoys."

© 𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 . no copying, translation or plagiarism authorised

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ONE LAST TIME (AGAIN)

You broke up, but they’re not done with you yet. When you sleep with your ex, they bring love, lust, and delusion to the table.

ft. satoru, suguru, kento, toji, sukuna, choso

wc: 3.8k

content: fem!reader, p in v sex, unprotected intercourse, fingering, oral (f receiving), face sitting (suguru), riding (toji), crying, degradation, possessiveness, spitting, pet names, break up/make up sex, exes-to-lovers(?), lowkey emotional manipulation, toxic dynamics, creampie, light choking/breathplay, overstim, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, foot on head (sukuna lol), heian era sukuna smoking (toji), dubiously romantic, “what are we?” girl idk

SATORU

Satoru laughs, but the sound is void of humor. He fucks you deeper, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you nice and open for him.

“Hope your next boyfriend can rearrange your guts like I do,” he pants. “Actually, no I don’t. I hope he cries after. I hope his dick’s pathetic.”

“Shut up,” you gasp, trying to hold onto whatever pride you have left.

He smirks, blue eyes flashing like a dare. “Make me.”

You try—God, you try—but your body is betraying you, shivering under every thrust, slick soaking down your thighs as he ruins you all over again.

“You said we’re over,” he growls in your ear, “but your pussy’s saying otherwise. And honestly? I’m inclined to believe her.”

His hand snakes between your bodies, fingers rubbing your clit in tight, mean circles. The kind that sends your legs trembling, your mouth falling open.

“Gonna cum already?” he teases, voice infuriatingly sweet. “That’s so cute. Did you miss me that much?”

You scratch at his back, biting your lip to keep from screaming. “You’re a fucking asshole.”

“Uh-huh,” he hums, kissing your cheek. “And you’re still letting me fuck you raw. So what does that say about you, princess?”

It says you’re still his, no matter what you tell yourself. You hate how good it feels, and you hate that he knows it as well as you do. Satoru leans back just enough to spit in your mouth, unprompted and messy, eyes locking with yours as he does it.

“Swallow. ‘Atta girl.”

You do. Of course you do. And when your orgasm hits, Satoru leans back down and kisses you breathless, swallowing your moans. You can feel Satoru smile as your body jerks beneath him. 

It’s all teeth and tongue and hunger, like he needs to mark you from the inside out. A mix of your saliva surrounds both of your mouths.

“Tell me no one else gets to have you like this,” he whispers against your lips. “Tell me this is mine.”

You hesitate.

He fucks you harder, lips brushing your ear as he speaks again—lower, darker.

“Say it.”

“…It’s yours,” you admit, barely able to breathe it.

“There we go,” he grins. “So fucking pretty when you admit you’re mine.”

You fall apart again seconds later, cumming hard around him, clenching and gasping as your body gives out. And he keeps going. You push at his hips, weak and shaking, a pathetic attempt to give your body a break. 

“You know the safeword,” Satoru gives you time to speak up, but you don’t. “I’m gonna make you cum ‘til you forget why you left.”

“Ngh! Please, Toru—fuck,” you babble, completely fucked out, body going limp as he uses you. 

Satoru coos at the pitiful sight beneath him. His heart swells with pride, possession, and something dangerously close to devotion. Your fragile state, entrusted to him, even after everything. He wants to give you the whole world, but for now, he’ll start with his cum.  

“Gonna give you every drop,” he groans, holding you still as he pushes himself in as deeply as possible. 

When he finally cums, it’s with a long, guttural moan—hips twitching, his hand gripping your jaw to make you look him in the eyes as he fills you up.

He stays there for a moment, forehead resting against yours, both of you panting, your chest still heaving beneath him.

Without a single ounce of shame, Satoru rolls off the bed and grabs the hoodie you’d come to return. He slips it back over his head, looks at you, ruined and blinking on the mattress, and smirks.

SUGURU

He'd left you a voicemail:

“Left your necklace. Might drop it off. Might keep it. Might wear it while jerking off to the sound of your voice.”

The second you walk into his place, Suguru raises an eyebrow, leaning back on the couch with the kind of smirk that makes you want to slap him (or ride him, but you wouldn’t admit that).

“What happened, baby?” he says smoothly. “Get tired of pretending you can stay away?”

You glare. “Do you have amnesia? You literally called me.”

“Mm. I might recall that.” He pats his lap. “Now come sit on my face and lie to me again.”

That was all it took for you to find yourself on top of your ex-boyfriend.

“Still tight,” Suguru murmurs against your inner thigh, stopping right in front of your pussy. 

He inhales deeply. “Still smell so sweet. ”

“Fuckin’ do something,” you demand, pushing your hips towards his face.

His teeth graze your clit before he dives in. 

You arch, panting. “Suguru—”

He doesn’t stop. He speeds up, and your words melt into moans.

Then he pulls his mouth away and spits on your clit, rubbing it in with his thumb as you squirm.

“I should block you just to humble you,” he says casually over the wet sounds. “But then who’d fuck you like this? Your poor pussy would be miserable without me.”

You slap his shoulder. He laughs, genuinely delighted.

“You want someone boring?” he goads, flipping you under him. “Someone soft? Respectful?”

He drags the head of his cock through your slick folds, taking delight in how soaked you are for him. He leans down until your noses almost touch, voice dipping into a whisper:

“Or do you want me—the one who knows how to split you open and make you thank me for it?”

Your hips try to move, but he holds them down. 

“Beg for it.”

“Fuck you,” you spit out, looking him dead in the eye.

Suguru grins wickedly. “Fine.” 

And he pushes in with one long, slow thrust, groaning in your ear as your walls clench around him. You gasp, nails digging into his back.

“Fuck—Suguru!”

“Yeah, I know, baby.” He kisses you hard, deep, possessive. “You missed me.”

He fucks you with a calm, brutal rhythm. There’s no rush, no hesitation. Just deep, hard, confident strokes that make you feel like you’re unraveling inch by inch.

“Still pretending this means nothing?” he murmurs, brushing your hair out of your face.

You nod weakly.

He laughs again, low and mean this time. “That’s okay. I’ll fuck the truth out of you.”

You try to keep quiet, but the pleasure is blinding. He grabs your throat, gently tilting your chin up so your eyes stay locked with his.

“Are you ready to come back yet?” he asks, breath hot against your lips. “Or should I just keep making you cum instead?”

You whimper. He grins.

“I’ll take that as keep going.”

He fucks you harder, mouth latched to your throat, praising you through every twitch and cry and broken moan.

“Such a good girl for me,” he pants. “Still mine. Still fucking mine.”

You cum around him a second time, legs shaking, vision white.

He follows shortly, groaning your name like a brand, gripping your hips as he fills you like a promise he has no intention of breaking.

Afterward, he doesn’t even pull out. He stays right there—cock twitching inside you, knuckles stroking your cheek like you’re already home.

“You can stay the night,” he says lightly, kissing your collarbone. “Or move your stuff back in. Your call.”

You roll your eyes.

Suguru’s smirk deepens. “Just trying to be a good ex-boyfriend.”

KENTO

“Tell me to stop,” Kento growls, breath ragged against your neck. “Say it, and I'll stop right now.”

You don’t say it. You pull him closer, digging your nails into his shoulder like you’ll die if he lets go.

He groans, carrying you effortlessly to the bedroom. His tie comes off with a violent tug, the silk slipping to the floor. The dress shirt stays on, because he knows what it does to you. His slacks are half-undone when he bends you over the bed and pushes two fingers into your dripping core. 

His movements are deliberate and unforgiving, like he wants you to feel every twitch of his fingers. You gasp, hips jerking as he curls them inside you.

“Already soaking,” he mutters, breath hot against your spine. “You walked in here knowing exactly what you wanted, didn’t you?”

You try to deny it, try to bite your lip and hold your ground, but the sound that escapes you betrays everything.

He adds a third finger, and your knees nearly buckle.

“Say it,” he demands, voice low and rough. “Say it so I don’t have to pretend this isn’t exactly where you want to be.”

You cry out his name, and Kento thinks it’s enough. That’s all it takes for him to pull his fingers out and replace them with the thick, aching length of his cock.

He pushes in from behind—no teasing, no mercy, just a stretch so deep it knocks the wind out of you.

“Fuck,” he pants, gripping your hips. “Feels like you were made for me, angel.”

You cry out, white-knuckled on the sheets, body already shaking as he rocks into you with ruthless precision. He leans over you, body draped along yours, one hand sliding up your chest to wrap around your throat. It’s not choking, but just enough to make your heart stutter as he makes eye contact with you.

“I haven’t touched anyone else,” he growls, voice hoarse. “No one else could get close. Couldn’t even kiss someone else without wanting to tear my skin off.”

You whimper, shoving your hips back against him in desperation. “Me neither,” you whisper. “Couldn’t. Didn’t want to.”

He curses under his breath like that admission breaks him. His hand moves to your jaw, turning your face toward him, and he kisses you from the side—messy, wet, frantic—like he needs to taste you to breathe.

Then he flips you over and pins you flat to the bed, gaze burning. He hesitates just long enough to look at you, really look, and remember everything.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he mutters, before he fucks you like he wants to erase the space that ever existed between you. 

It’s rough, obsessive, borderline feral with how deep he hits. Kento’s hands won’t stop moving—stroking, gripping, holding you open like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you. But never careless. Kento’s not clumsy in his desperation. He’s calculated. Precise. Like a man who’s gone mad with longing and still knows exactly how to break you down.

“You were always mine,” he snarls, thrusts growing sharper. “Even when you hated me. You belonged to me the second I laid eyes on you.”

Tears slip from your eyes, but not from pain. From the unbearable way he’s holding your hand, fingers interlaced, anchoring you while he fucks you senseless. From the way he kisses your temple like it’s a fucking farewell.

“Never hated you,” you gasp. “Love you too much.”

“I love you,” he breathes against your skin, “even if I can’t have you.”

His confession does it for you. You fall apart on him, crying out his name as your orgasm tears through you. Kento fucks you through it, never slowing, until his own release breaks out of him with a low, guttural moan. Cum spills deep inside you as he buries his face in your neck.

You're both trembling when it's over—sweaty, breathless, quiet. Then he lets out a long exhale and mutters against your skin, “Well. That was deeply irresponsible.”

TOJI

You came to get your stuff, all the pieces of yourself still lingered in the mess of his apartment after the breakup. But the second Toji opened the door, low sweatpants slung on those hips and half-lidded eyes raking over you like meat, you knew you’d lost the fight. Again.

You don’t remember how you got to the bed. Just the way he grabbed your throat and kissed you like he was pissed you ever left. Like he wanted to punish you for walking away.

Now you’re on top of him, straddling his hips, riding him with shaky thighs while his hands rest behind his head like this is routine. Like he’s letting you get it out of your system. His cock’s buried so deep inside of you that it aches. 

“We’re still done,” you spit through gritted teeth, taking him deeper with each bounce.

Toji laughs, low and dark, before delivering a loud smack to your ass.

“Then why are you dripping all over me? Try again, mamas.”

You glare, but your hands press to his chest for leverage as your pace quickens. His cock drags perfectly against your walls, hitting that spot that makes your breath stutter, your resolve crack.

“Keep running your mouth,” you pant. “See where it gets you.”

“Gets me here, doesn’t it?” Toji mutters, gripping your hips now. “Every fucking time.”

He plants his feet flat on the bed and starts thrusting up into you, taking control even while you’re on top. The rhythm turns punishing, filling the room with vulgar noises of skin on skin and wet squelches. Toji fucks you real loud and nasty, the mattress shaking under you both. You collapse forward with a moan, forearms braced on his chest, head bowed as your body clenches around him.

“You break up with me every week,” he pants against your jaw. “Still come back to this dick like it’s rehab.”

Your lips part in a moan—half denial, half surrender—as his cock drives into you like he’s trying to reach your fucking soul. You try not to say his name.

“You like this?” he taunts. “This is all you needed, huh? Some sense fucked back into you?”

You tighten around him on instinct, and he grins—that filthy, cocky grin that used to piss you off so much you’d ride him just to shut him up.

His hand wraps lightly around your throat, thumb brushing your pulse. The pressure makes your head swim.

“I should’ve never let you leave,” he growls. “You’re mine.”

“Toji—fuck—”

“C’mon, mamas. Say it.”

You shatter on him, orgasm ripping through your core as you ride it out helplessly, body convulsing in his grip. He fucks you through it, filthy and relentless, until his thrusts turn erratic and his hips are twitching against yours.

“Tell me where you want it.”

“Inside,” you tell him shamelessly. 

For once, Toji listens to you. He bites your shoulder as he lets go, breathlessly moaning into your skin. He stays like that for a second—still buried in you, breathing hard against your shoulder—before he pulls out with a slow drag and a satisfied groan.

Then he leans over, grabs the half-crushed cigarette off the nightstand, and lights it like nothing happened. Toji takes a drag, smirks at your limp body on the sheets, and exhales smoke from the corner of his mouth.

“Should I move back in now?”

You glare at him, chest still heaving, legs sticky and spread.

“This doesn’t mean anything.”

“Sure it doesn’t,” he mutters, straddling you. Your eyes drop to his cock—he’s already hard.

He shrugs, smiling with the cigarette in his mouth. “Still have a lot to say. Thought I’d let my dick finish the conversation.”

SUKUNA

Walking back into the throne room destroys the last of your dignity.

“Came crawling back again, eh?” Sukuna gloats, red eyes filled with amusement. “I’d say it’s cute, but it’s really just pathetic.” 

Your chin tilts up, masking shame with bite. “Not as pathetic as how easy you’ll give it to me.”

That earns a laugh, and the sound is cold. Cruel. Excited.

“Stupid girl,” he growls, already in front of you, gripping your hair and yanking you to your knees. “You belong to me. There is no leaving.”

His fingers press into your throat before he forces your mouth open and shoves his fingers in, eyes locked on yours.

He drags you to the floor like prey, strips you with no gentleness, and folds your body beneath him into a mean arch, like you were made to break. He doesn’t warm you up—doesn’t need to. You’re soaked already, shamefully so.

“Fucking knew you’d come back. You need me, don’t you?” he taunts, grinding into you, teasing the tip against your folds before slamming in hard enough to knock the air out of you.

Your gasp is lost beneath a strangled moan. He fills you like he owns every inch, as if he’s branding you from the inside.

“You always say you’re done,” he chuckles, voice thick with venom and heat, “then come crawling back with your needy little cunt dripping for me.”

You claw at the floor, unable to answer as he fucks you deep, merciless. Every stroke is brutal and precise. But that’s not enough for him.

With a sneer, he plants one foot on the back of your head, pressing your cheek to the floor as your cries shake the walls. “That’s it. Cry for me. Let them all hear who you belong to.”

Tears smear down your face, not from pain, but from the overwhelming fullness, the humiliation, the filthy goodness of it all.

“S-Sukuna—”

“Shut up,” he growls, slapping your ass so hard it stings. “Just take it.”

He doesn’t let up—not until your thighs are shaking and you’re begging for mercy he’ll never give. Not until your body gives out and he holds your hips up anyway, forcing you to take everything he gives, even when you’re sobbing into the floor.

“You’ll never leave,” he pants against your neck, fucking you through your second orgasm. “Because no one else can fuck the brat out of you like your king can.”

You lose track of time, barely awake after your fifth orgasm. When he cums inside you, it’s with a growl and a bite to your shoulder—marking you as his.

You don’t move even after he’s done. You just lie there, used and full, heart thudding with something that feels too much like belonging.

He strokes your hair mockingly, almost like you’re a pet. 

“Sweet little thing,” Sukuna hums. “You can crawl back to your chambers. I’ll see you next time you feel like lying to yourself.”

CHOSO

You show up at his door, arms crossed, trying to act like this isn’t what it looks like.

“You gonna let me in, or just keep staring at me like a sad puppy?”

Choso blinks once. Twice. Then he grins.

“Oh, you wanna fuck.”

You feign offense. “I—”

“Don’t worry, baby. I do too,” he hums, tugging you inside and kicking the door shut with one smooth move.

“You broke up with me,” he says, mock hurt. “You don’t get to be mean and horny.”

“Oh, I can be both,” you challenge, and he groans into your neck like he’s obsessed.

Choso can’t even wait to get to bed. He turns you around and pushes you against the door, already dropping his sweats. The second he thrusts two fingers into you, the teasing stops—just for a moment. Because fuck, you’re so tight. And warm. Choso moans, deep and breathy, burying his face in your neck.

“God, I missed this. Missed you.”

You claw against the door, breath stuttering. “Don’t get sappy on me now.”

“I’m gonna make you cry in five minutes,” he growls. “And then I’ll get sappy.”

He replaces his fingers with his cock and starts slowly. It’s sweet, almost romantic. But that doesn’t last.

Choso’s cocky, but he’s also needy. He starts grinding into you deeper, faster, desperate to feel you fall apart, hear you whimper his name in that way that always made him lose it.

“You still take me so good,” he pants. “You didn’t let anyone else fuck you, did you?”

You roll your eyes, even if he can’t see it. “What if I did?”

He slams into you, cock twitching.

“You didn’t.”

“…I didn’t.”

“Yeah,” he grunts into your ear. “Didn’t think so. You’re still mine.”

Choso drags you to the bedroom in a blink of an eye, throwing you onto the bed and entering you once more. You arch under him with a moan, and his mouth is on yours, kissing you hard, licking into your mouth like he’s trying to mark his territory.

“You’re gonna cum for me,” he mutters, reaching down to pinch your clit. “Gonna soak me like you always do. Be good and let me make you feel perfect again.” 

And you do. There are stars behind your eyes as your back arches off the bed, and Choso doesn’t stop once. Your legs are still trembling from the first round, chest heaving as you lie flat on your back. Choso hasn’t moved far—just leaned over, brushing kisses down your collarbone, hands trailing gently over your skin like he’s trying to memorize it all over again.

You groan. “You’re staring.”

“You’re pretty,” he says simply, nuzzling your jaw. “I haven’t seen you like this in a while.”

You try to snort. “Naked?”

He laughs into your neck. “No. Relaxed.”

You roll your eyes, but the smile’s tugging at your lips anyway. You gasp softly when Choso licks at one of your nipples, pinching and tugging at the other one. 

This time when he pushes in, it’s not a rough snap of hips—it’s slow. Deliberate. Deep enough that you both sigh at the same time. You blink up at him, and he looks so soft in the moonlight. Heavy-lidded, sweat-slick, eyes locked on yours like he wants to watch every second.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this,” he murmurs, rolling his hips into you with an almost lazy rhythm. “Of you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, body already pulsing with heat again. “You gonna get sappy on me now?”

He smirks. “Only a little.”

He keeps it slow, letting you feel every inch of him. His hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider, but he’s gentle about it this time—more coaxing than claiming.

“Missed how you sound when it’s like this,” he says, voice low. 

You grin, tipping your hips up to meet his thrusts, breath hitching when he brushes deep inside you.

“Choso…”

He cups your face, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “There it is.”

It’s easy to fall into this rhythm with Choso. Bodies rocking together in sync, breath ragged and warm. You cling to him when your high crests, face buried in his neck. You cum slower this time, legs wrapped around him, hips rolling with his like you’re moving in sync. You cling to him tighter when you cum, burying your face in his neck, and he groans right in your ear like he can feel how much you still want him.

When he cums, his voice cracks, but it’s quiet—intimate. Just a broken moan as he presses his forehead to yours and lets it all go. He stays inside you this time, body slumped over yours, his arms wrapped around your waist like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

“So,” he says, breathing hard. “Still broken up?”

You stretch under him, muscles sore but satisfied. “You gonna let me go this time?”

Choso pulls back just enough to meet your gaze. “You gonna ask me to?”

You don’t answer, but you don’t leave either. And then he collapses next to you with a smug little grin. 

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CUM FIRST, EAT LATER!

You’re always late to dinner, whether it’s taking too long to do your makeup or wanting to squeeze in a quickie first. Luckily, these men just can’t say no to you.

tldr: when your desperate need to get fucked comes right before fine dining.

ft. satoru, suguru, kento, toji, sukuna, choso

wc: 1.7k

content: fem!reader, est. relationships, unprotected sex, semi-public/car sex (toji), riding him, degradation & praise, spanking, hair pulling, face-licking (choso…), choking, overstim, creampies, drooling

SATORU

”Your slutty pussy’s gonna get us in trouble again,” Satoru sighs, flipping you onto your back with ease before fucking into you again.

Your dress is bunched up to your ribs, and your legs are wrapped around Satoru’s waist, heels still on.

“Mmh! Shut up,” you gasp, hands clawing at the sheets. “You’re the one always—fuck! —begging for a quickie.”

He lifts a leg onto his shoulder and grinds real deep and slow into you. His other hand is busy rubbing tight, merciless circles into your clit. “Not before having dinner with your parents.” 

Your head falls to the side, unable to even look straight anymore as Satoru pounds into you. The angle has your breath catching, the coil in your belly tightening so fast it’s humiliating. 

“Uh-uh,” he tuts, grabbing your face. “Wanna look my dirty girl in the eyes when I make her feel good.” 

When you don’t respond, too fucked out to form words, Satoru squeezes your cheeks in his hand. “Gonna come all over my cock before dinner? You wanna sit in that restaurant full of my cum, don’tcha?” 

You’re drooling now, lipstick as fucked up as you. Satoru’s grin is feral, his blue eyes wild at the sight. 

“So sweet and polite while I’m using this messy little cunt,” he groans, thumbing your clit harder. “Gonna give you so much cum you’ll stain those Michelin-star seats.”

SUGURU

You try to glare at him, but it’s useless. Your eyes are teary, drooping, lips parted from the effort of just enduring it. He kisses you again anyway. Wet and possessive, lips dragging across yours like you’re his favorite indulgence.“You asked for this, you take it,” Suguru says with a hint of amusement as he thrusts into you.

He’s got you on your stomach, his chest pressed to your back, one large hand holding your wrists together. The other snakes under your body, gripping your throat—not tight, just enough to hold you still as his mouth hovers right beside your ear.

“Too much,” you whine, voice wrecked and airy. Your thighs are shaking and your poor cunt is raw from already cumming twice. “Only wanted—mmmh!— a quickie.”

“That’s funny, baby,” Suguru laughs, releasing your neck just to grab you by your jaw. His hair brushes along your cheek as he leans in, dizzying you with his scent. 

He plants a wet kiss on your lips. “You know it’s never quick with me.” 

Suguru’s pace doesn’t slow. If anything, it gets rougher, sharper, until your whole body jerks with each thrust.

“You said we had time,” you moan, voice warbling through clenched teeth.

“We did,” Suguru murmurs, kissing your temple now. “You’re the one who came twice in ten minutes.”

“You made me!”

He grins, unrepentant, loving that you’re ruined. “I know, sweetheart. And you’re still not done.”

The hand around your wrists moves to your ass, gripping the flesh before spreading you wider, drilling into you with a growl low in his throat. “Not ‘til I say.”

You try to look at the clock, blinking through the blur. Suguru doesn’t care. He kisses the side of your face, slow and sweet and devastatingly gentle in contrast to the way he’s fucking you into the mattress.

“Next time you ask for a quickie,” he purrs, “remember how this ends.”

KENTO

“You know I hate being late, darling,” Kento sighs as you unzip his dress pants. 

Your smile is sickeningly sweet. “But you hate saying no to me more.” 

He can only watch, defeated, as you take him into your mouth.

“Oh, baby. So fucking needy you want to ruin the reservation I made.”

“You really think five minutes is enough?” he continues, already breathless himself. “You’re going to make me show up late to a restaurant full of people who booked a month in advance—just because you couldn’t keep your hands off me?”

You pull back for just a second, spit-slick lips curling into a smirk. “Can’t help it. You know how I get.”

His hand tangles in your hair, gentle but commanding. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, darling.”

Then he presses your mouth back down, because despite the watch ticking behind him, despite the fact that he loathes being even a minute late—he can’t bring himself to stop you. 

By the time he bends you over the table, you’re breathless and soaking. The brand new dress he bought you just for tonight is wrinkled and hiked up around your waist.

The table creaks. Your thighs shake. Your phone buzzes with a text from the restaurant:

Reminder: Your table is ready. We will hold your reservation for 10 minutes.

Kento sees it and lets out a sigh—but he doesn’t stop. He pulls your hips toward him, addicted to the sound of his skin meeting yours.

“They can wait,” he mutters, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck while you squirm. “I have something far more important to finish.”

TOJI

“Better make it worth it, girl. I’ve been craving that lobster all night long,” Toji grunts against your neck, hands under your thighs as he bounces you on his lap in the backseat of the car. 

His suit jacket’s on the floor, shirt untucked, belt undone and hanging useless from a belt loop. You hadn’t even made it inside the restaurant before you dragged him back into the car.

He’s trying to make you cum quick.

You’re straddling him in that little black dress he told you not to wear unless you wanted trouble—and look at you now. Moaning, eyes glassy, lipstick smudged from sucking him off in the parking lot before whining for more.

“You’re the one who couldn’t wait,” you pant, clenching around him as he drives up into you harder. “Said I looked good enough to eat.”

“And I meant that,” Toji grins, all teeth and grit. “But I also meant the lobster.”

His hand wraps around your ass, palm smacking it once—hard enough to make you jolt. He groans as you clench tighter in response.

“Shit,” he hisses. “You better cum fast, princess. If I miss my goddamn steak and lobster special ‘cause this pussy can’t get off quick enough—”

You shut him up with a moan, leaning forward to kiss his jaw, arms tight around his shoulders. “Then maybe you shouldn’t fuck me like you wanna miss it.”

He laughs—loud, low, filthy—and slams you down harder, the entire car creaking beneath you. Windows fogged. The smell of sex already thick in the air.

“Little brat,” he mutters, slapping your clit just to punish you. “You like ruining my plans, huh? Wanna be the reason I’m late to an expensive dinner?”

You look him dead in the eye. “Pull out then.”

“I’m hungry,” he grits out through his teeth, rutting into you deeper. “Not an animal.”

You toss your head back, laugh breathlessly, and grind down harder just to be spiteful.

“Coulda fooled me.”

SUKUNA

“Woman,” Sukuna grits out, jaw clenched, “if I don’t get my fucking steak in the next hour—”

“Be quick, then,” you say with a smirk, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

“Better be worth it,” he mutters, voice low, dangerous. “I’ve been looking forward to that ribeye all week.”

You roll your hips slowly, just to be bratty. “Then eat fast.”

That’s all it takes.

Sukuna growls behind you, hand wrapped around your throat from behind, pinning you against the mirror as he shoves your panties to the side. You gasp, barely able to breathe from the way he presses you flat to the cold glass.

“Say please,” Sukuna growls, already rubbing the thick head of his cock along your slick entrance.

“Please,” you moan, already melting and pushing your hips back.

“You’re so fucking easy,” he snarls, pushing in slow, cruel. “Acting like you can tell me what to do. Like I don’t own this pussy.”

You claw at the mirror as he starts fucking you rough and deep, your own ruined reflection taunting you with every thrust.

“My makeup,” you whimper helplessly.

He laughs. 

“You should’ve thought about that before walking around here with your ass out like a little slut,” he hisses, pulling your hair back so you can watch yourself come undone. “Go on. Watch how dumb you get just from my cock.”

Your thighs are shaking, mascara smudged from the way your eyes won’t stop tearing. You reach back for him, but Sukuna grabs both wrists in one hand and pins them to the mirror above your head.

“Nuh-uh,” he growls, biting at your shoulder. “You started this. Now take it like a good girl.”

You’re already cumming, and he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow down. The mirror fogs with every panting breath as he fucks you through it—brutal, relentless.

He smirks, smacking your ass. “You better fix that makeup quick when I’m done with you. I’m not taking you anywhere looking like that.”

CHOSO

He tried to say no and remind you that it was time to leave. Really, he did. But the moment you pulled up your dress and showed him how wet you were—nothing underneath, slick shining between your thighs—he knew he couldn’t ignore his duty to satisfy you as your lover.

“You’re gonna make us late,” he murmured, even as you climbed onto his lap.

“I’ll make it worth it,” you promised.

Now you’re riding him on the couch, purse thrown aside. He’s got his head tilted up, mouth latched onto your tits while you're bouncing on his cock like you can’t get enough. The only thing he loves more than you is sucking on your tits whenever you’re on top.

“So pretty,” he mumbles against your skin, sucking soft bruises into your chest. “Always so pretty for me.”

“Choso,” you whine, trying not to fall apart too fast. His hands grip your ass, helping you move, his touch always firm but worshipful.

And then, for no reason at all except that he’s fucking weird and in love with you—he licks up the side of your face. From jaw to cheekbone, slow and messy.

You freeze.

“Choso!” you gasp, smacking his arm. “My makeup!”

He blinks at you, wide-eyed and too honest. “You still look beautiful.”

You groan, burying your face in his neck—but your hips don’t stop. Neither does his dick. He wraps his arms around you tighter and kisses the corner of your mouth.

“I’ll fix it after. I promise.”

And he does. He holds your bag while you reapply your lipstick. Offers you his sleeve to blot the smudge. Choso tells you you're perfect even with mascara under your eyes and his cum dripping down your legs.

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I Gotta Go My Own Way .ᐟ

𝜗𝜚: satoru, suguru, nanami, choso, toji

note: you tell them you don’t want to spend the night !

warnings: cursing, suggestive, toxic toji, f!reader

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[wallywaffle]

You know what's better than fluff? Dark fluff.

The kind where devotion borders on obsession, where love isn't just tender—it's consuming.

"I'd do anything for you, love," he murmurs, voice smooth, unwavering. "Anything you desire, and it's yours."

And the other doesn't hesitate, voice laced with something raw, something desperate.

"I want her to split me open—dig her fingers into my ribs and pry them apart. To hold my heart in her hands, feel the pulse of it against her palms, my blood staining her skin. I want her to pick my bones clean, crack them open, suck the marrow dry. I want to be ruined by her, consumed until there's nothing left of me but the taste of her name on what's left of my tongue."

Because love, when it’s deep enough, is a hunger—one that begs to be fed.

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“You’re Pretty… But I Have a Boyfriend.”

Genre: humor, fluff, established relationship

You're drunk.

Like… really drunk.

The kind of drunk where your shoes are in your hand, your lipstick’s smudged halfway to your cheek, and you’ve been giggling at a mailbox for the last minute like it whispered a dirty joke.

And he watches you—his arms crossed, expression unreadable except for the barest twitch of his lips.

You turn suddenly, wobbling on your heels, your eyes wide and glassy when they meet his.

“Oh,” you blink up at him, squinting. “You’re… tall.”

He sighs. “You’re wasted.”

You gasp, taking a step back. “Stranger danger!”

“I’m not a—” He closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose. “Baby. It’s me.”

“‘Baby’?!” You point an accusatory finger at his chest. “I have a boyfriend, y’know!”

He deadpans. “Yeah. Me.”

You stare, eyebrows knitting together like your brain is trying to rewire itself.

“…Noooo,” you murmur slowly. “My boyfriend has a man bun.”

Geto lifts a hand and tightens the band holding his hair up.

“...He also has earrings,” you continue.

He turns his head slightly, letting the streetlight catch the glint of silver.

You stare harder.

“He’s… really hot.”

He raises a brow, smirking now. “Go on.”

“Like…” You hiccup. “Sexy priest meets delinquent sorcerer hot.”

He laughs, finally—low and warm and rich.

Then he steps forward, close enough for you to smell the lingering trace of your shared shampoo in his hair.

“And still,” he murmurs, reaching out to steady you as you sway, “you don’t recognize him?”

You blink up at him again, lips parting slightly.

“…Are you sure you’re not him’s twin?” you whisper.

“Oh my god.” He rolls his eyes and finally scoops you into his arms like you weigh nothing.

You shriek softly. “Whoa! You’re strong, stranger! But I really do have a boyfriend. He's—he's scary, y'know? He curses people sometimes. He’d kill you if he saw this.”

“Scary, huh?” he echoes, amused as he starts walking back to your shared apartment. “Should I be worried?”

You nod solemnly from his arms. “Dead. You’d be so dead.”

He smiles down at you, softening.

“Guess I’ll just have to risk it.”

By the time he’s unlocked the door with one hand and kicked it open, you’ve started dozing off against his shoulder, murmuring something about how nice this “stranger” smells.

He sets you down on the bed, brushing your hair away from your face as you mutter and turn your head.

“…Suguru?” you mumble sleepily.

He freezes, gaze flicking to your face. “Yeah?”

“…I love you,” you whisper.

And even drunk out of your mind, even mistaking him for a stranger moments ago, you still say his name.

His heart clenches just a little.

He leans in and presses a kiss to your temple.

“I love you too, idiot.”

[wallywaffle]

“Your Daddy is Looking for You.”

Genre: Fluff, Humorous, Established Relationship

The mall was packed.

Weekend crowds buzzed around you—families, couples, groups of teens—everyone jostling past with shopping bags and bubble tea in hand.

But none of it mattered, not when Satoru’s fingers were laced with yours, refusing to let go even when you had to awkwardly sidestep a stroller or squeeze between mannequins.

He looked ridiculous, really.

A tall man in a black hoodie and sunglasses indoors, strutting through the mall with your tiny sling bag slung across his body like he was the fashion icon.

“Hey, don’t roll your eyes,” he said earlier, tightening his grip on your hand. “You made me carry your bag. I have to look cool while doing it.”

You snorted. “You insisted.”

“Because I’m a gentleman.”

Right. A gentleman who kept pausing at every food stall you passed.

Which brings you to now—standing in front of a takoyaki booth offering free samples.

You watched him lean eagerly over the counter, eyes lighting up like a kid as the vendor held out a toothpick. He let go of your hand to reach for it, turning around, grinning.

“Babe, you have to try this—”

But you weren’t there.

“...Huh?”

Satoru blinked, holding the toothpick mid-air. His head whipped around.

You were gone.

The crowd was too thick. No sign of you. He tried scanning above people’s heads (perks of being tall), but still, nothing.

“Y/N?” he called softly, worry starting to rise. He patted his side—and oh.

Your sling bag.

Your phone.

Was still with him.

“Shit,” he muttered, slinging it more securely over his shoulder. “Okay, okay. Think, Satoru. You’re the strongest sorcerer alive. This is just a mall.”

Then his eyes caught a cosmetics store across the way, where a saleslady was standing behind a mic’d counter doing a promo demonstration.

An idea struck.

He strode over quickly, flashing his most charming smile. “Excuse me, can I request something?”

The lady paused, eyeing his strange ensemble, but nodded politely. “Yes, sir. What is it?”

“My baby’s missing,” he said, completely serious. “The mall’s too crowded. Can you help me call her here?”

“Oh, of course,” she nodded, voice sweet through the microphone. “What’s your baby’s name?”

“Y/N,” Satoru said, smiling proudly.

The lady grinned and pressed the mic button. “Baby Y/N, your daddy is looking for you. Please come to the Shimmer & Rouge counter near the east escalator.”

Some giggles rippled through the nearby crowd.

Satoru just stood there, unbothered, one hand in his pocket and your pink bag on his hip like it belonged to him.

“Baby Y/N,” the lady repeated once more. “Your daddy is waiting for you~.”

And then—he saw you.

Storming through the crowd, face half-covered by your hand in utter horror.

“Hey, baby!” Satoru grinned, waving like you were ten feet away instead of three. “Over here!”

When you reached him, you kicked his knee—not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to make him groan dramatically and clutch at his leg.

“Why would you say you’re my daddy?!” you whisper-yelled, eyes darting at the amused saleslady and the crowd now watching.

He laughed, completely shameless. “What? I am your daddy. Emotionally. Financially. Spiritually.”

You yanked his sleeve, dragging him toward the exit before he could say anything else that might kill you on the spot.

“I swear to God, Satoru—”

“You came when I called, though,” he teased, bumping his shoulder into yours.

You gave him a sharp look, lips twitching despite your embarrassment. “Only because I heard my name!”

“Exactly. Like magic.” He winked. “You’re so obedient, baby.”

You stopped walking, turning just enough to glare at him.

He was laughing again.

And somehow, despite all of it—the crowd, the chaos, the public humiliation—you were laughing too.

Damn him and his stupid charm.

And his very loud declarations of love.

[wallywaffle]

I, unfortunately, had a thought.

I'm very sorry

[wallywaffle]

Hey guys it's summer solstice today so the days are only going to get shorter from now on, enjoy the sun while it last!

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