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wc: 0.5k content warning: post-timeskip, established relationship, suna x reader, smut, masturbation, not proofread.. pervy suna is the vision :3

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suna's not one to admit, unless caught red handed, that he is one heck of a pervert.

ever since you two started dating, you can't help but notice his eyes staring at you through the mirror whenever you changed in his bathroom. testing this theory, you always left a little visible crack to see if he'd be right behind the wooden border that divided the two rooms.

it was no coincidence either whenever you open your drawer to grab a new pair of undies or a bra to put on and see them out of order.. what a perv. always, you can't help but set up these "traps" to catch suna in the act. though, you haven't caught him fully in the act, just slightly.

a few days ago you slept over, and maybe left all your dirty clothes at his place to which he'd do the laundry for. heading over, you thought it'd be nice to help suna with the laundry since you should probably also take your stranded pieces of clothing home as well instead of just leaving it somewhere at his place.

whenever you came over, you never bothered to message him since you have his location. a tap away, is how you'll know suna's home, and of course he was.

using the spare key he gave you, you quietly turn the knob to do a sneak attack to surprise him. though, walking in, it was pitch silent. not a word, a sound. the lights were all off. you're thinking to yourself, something's weird, maybe he's still asleep since it's still early?

dropping your stuff on the couch, you walk to suna's room. at the door is when your ears start to pick up on something. though, it wasn't very audible. pressing your ear on the cold door, squeezing your eyes shut trying to focus on the sound.

okay well.. suna's definitely awake right?

biting your lip as you focused even harder, suna's groaning... and calling out for you? was he having a nightmare?

well shit, i gotta do something if he's having a nightmare.

putting a hand on his doorknob, you slowly and quietly twisted it to ensure he was napping. however, he wasn't… well, suna was rather engrossed in his own little hobby that made all the noise.

the moment you saw was the moment the door squeaked and caught suna's attention. making eye contacted as you both your eyes widened in shock, you slam the door shut behind you while your cheeks flush a vibrant shade of pink.

there you go, you just caught suna in his perverted acts. you saw him sitting on his bed using your panties from the other night to help get him off. his t-shirt was held up using his teeth while he skillfully thrusted his cock up and down his grip that surrounded your panties that were damp with his essence.

his brows were so furrowed at the thought of you, pretending his hand was your warm and tight cunt that wrapped around his length. a sheen layer of sweat covered the top of his forehead while it creased to the of pleasure spread upon his skin. his slender eyes were shut so tight the moment he was about to reach his climax till he heard the door squeak open.

maybe you should help suna out.

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BUCKET LIST ౨ৎ K.SAIKI X READER

in which the teacher pairs you up with saiki to complete your bucket lists together for a project . what he doesn't know is that you're sick due to an illness and dying (literally) to complete everything on your list.

01. first and last day [REWRITING]

02. first and last day pt.2 [REWRITING]

03. rocky start [REWRITING]

04. why'd you have to be so complicated? [REWRITING]

05. cookie dough gone [REWRITING]

06. light it up [REWRITING]

07. jelly jelly [REWRITING]

08. sour & sweet [REWRITING]

09. do you think it makes sense ? [REWRITING]

10. i guess this could be worse

11. "kusuo"

12. lies

Always, forever.

or: the one where you and Toji make your way home after getting stuck in the snow on Valentines Day.

cw: 1.5k words, pure fluff, curse words.

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“Good God, it’s cold as SHIIIIIT!”

“How many times are you gonna say that?”

“Until you get it into your thick ass skull.”

Valentine’s Day.

A time for romance. For love. Cute dates, chocolate, sweet kisses, proposals, and red hearts. For warmth with a loved one.

Well that didn’t happen this year, there was a blizzard.

The only people who were out and about were the people who had to work through the snow unfortunately and even then, businesses were closing early. With canceled Valentine’s Day plans and little to no food in the house, you and Toji made the treacherous journey through the falling snow to the grocery store. It was supposed to be a thirty minute trip, max.

But one thing about Murphy's law— it will always get worse.

You two had finished grocery shopping and headed to the car. Well what’s wrong with the car? The ten minutes you were in there, the car got stuck in the parking lot. So you and Toji were forced to walk in the snow. Streets we’re empty as ever, it’s fairly dark out, and you were cold as fuck.

“I told you wear a your scarf, but you don’t fuckin listen!” Toji griped, you two finally got to the main road that would lead you to the house. It looked miles away through the 7 inches of snow.

“I did listen! ‘it’ll be quick,’ you said. ‘yer over thinkin,’ you said! You know who didn’t listen? You! I told you we should just walk but you said the car would be able to make it, now look!” You raised your hands, gesturing to the current situation.

You looked over at Toji who was ignoring you. Sticking out his tongue to catch the snowflakes that fell from the sky.

“If my hands didn’t feel like they were gonna fall off, I’d sock you. I’m soooo serious.” You tried suppressing your chuckles but some still managed to get out. He looked so cute when he did childlike stuff like that. You could never stay fake mad for long.

The only sound being the crunch of snow from both of your feet. You were a shivering mess. You stopped in your tracks for a second, stuffing your hands in your turquoise coat pocket and shuffling them around to heat up.

“Why’re you stoppin?” Toji just six feet ahead of you. Tall ass.

“I’m inch resting to gettin hypothermia or somethin! My hands are freezing!”

“You don’t have gloves on ma?”

“What gloves?!” You exclaimed, stomping your foot over the packed snow.

Toji finally turned to look at you down to your hands. But he felt movement in his back pocket.

Oh, right!

The taller man marched his way over to you, taking his large hands in your and brought them to his mouth to breath on them.

“Better?”

“A little.”

He rubbed them a bit for more heat to circulate around them, then pulled out the black mittens that he accidentally put in his back pocket before you two went to the supermarket. Slipping them each on your hands.

“I- why do you have my mittens on?!” You frowned, glancing down to see your hands and there this big man was. With your like green flowered mittens on that you’d bought for yourself, being stretched out to greater capacity by Toji fucking Fushiguro.

“They’re warmer.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“You run warm Toji!” You whined, and Toji playfully whacked your forehead with the back of his hand.

“So? This is reimbursement for all my lost hoodies.”

“Oh, fuck you!”

A devilish grin formed on his face, pecking your lips and turning to keep walking. “I will, when we get home baby.”

You groaned in annoyance, a silly smile on your face.

You two walked for another ten minutes, snow finally ceasing for the time being but still hard to get though. Somehow you’d managed to get farther away from Toji who was making his large strides like it was nothing. This couldn’t have been his first time tracking through the snow like this.

It wasn’t, but that’s another story for a different day.

You stopped again.

“Mama—“

“—I don’t think-“ you clasped your heart in fake agony, “-I don’t think I’m gonna make it!” You yelled out, setting the over filled grocery bag in the snow. You crouched down. You were sick of walking through the thick snow, even though you were warmer, the bag was heavy, your body was heavy. This was all exercise you didn’t sign up for.

“If you don’t make it, we’ll just die out here then. together.”

Your brown eyes whipped up at him, who was completely resolute with the statement. Your eyebrows furrowing, mouth slightly agape from shock.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” A cheeky grin on his face.

…

Oh this guy, seriously this guy was something else. Your lips formed into a pout, bringing your knees closer to your chest. Toji clicked his tongue, huffing and puffing as he marched to you again. Standing you up on your feet by your armpits like a child.

“Seriously though, we really gotta get home mama. Dogs ‘re waitin for us.”

“But ‘m tiiiired!” You whined out, “can’t we just take a break?” You looked up at the man. Big brown eyes, snowflakes danced on your lashes and a cute pout in the perfect combination. You looked too damn cute for your own good.

Toji flicked your head again, “this is your break Doll.”

Before you could object, the man had your grocery bag in your left hand and took your right hand in the other. Gently tugging you forward so he could grab his two grocery bags he’d sat on the snow.

“You just need a little motivation. You like music right? Sing something.”

“Anything?”

“Anything baby.” He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. Leading you two through the snow, making sure the very few cars that passed didn’t come near you. You quickly thought of whatever subject that came to mind. Snow.

“Oh, the weather outside is frightful—”

“—Too close to our current situation.” The older man sighed, “Something else.”

“You said I could sing anything!”

“Anything but that!”

You squeezed his hand tighter, showing him how irky he was being but he didn’t react. You went through your mental catalog again, going through genre to genre like changing the radio station. And then you hit something good.

“I been on my worst behavior~ but, baby, I don’t need no savior—”

“—Love Ariana, but I don’t wanna hear that.”

You gasped, “How do you know that? You’re an Ari stan?”

Emerald green eyes rolled, “you’ve been playin it like your life depends on it all fuckin week!”

“And another thing, because Positions Deluxe is her best work to date—“

“—god damn, Doll. Just shut up and sing something.”

You grumbled, something about Toji being an ass. But complied none the less. Your eyes went down to your held hands, to the sky, the houses with chimneys puffing out smoking. You started humming an intro, a little joy entering you with each heavy foot step.

“There must’ve been an angel by my siiide~”

“Something heavenly lead me to yooouuu!”

“Look at the sky!” You made your way ahead of Toji, still hand in hand. Some kind of adrenaline hitting you.

“What color is it baby?” Toji hummed.

“It’s the color of loooove~” you belted out.

You weren’t a phenomenal singer, neither was Toji once he joined in. But the man loved seeing that giddy smile on your face, your skin heating up from how much you were smiling you were doing in the moment, breath forming in the harsh winter air, lyrics wrapped in giggles.

He swore he fell in love with you all over again at that moment.

Your voice filling the small Japan streets, as you lead the two of you home.

“Shit, we made it!” You yelped out. Jumping for joy as you two finally made it to the top of the hill where Toji’s fairly traditional home sat.

“Baby come on! it’s freezin!” Toji called out to you as you fooled around outside the gate of the home. You finished your mini rushed project, dusting your hands of snow and snagging the grocery bag to join your spouse and dogs in the awaiting home.

The night was cozy.

You two put a beef stew on before heading to the shower and bath (of course). Eating a much needed, soothing, and itis inducing dinner with a wine for you and a beer for Toji. Sitting comfortably in the large, stolen sweatshirt that once belonged to the older man. The dogs were right at the feet of your bed when the two of you called it a night.

Sade’s ‘Kiss of Life’ filling the both of your ears again, vanilla essential oil diffuser filling the air of your bedroom, putting you two in a much needed, deep slumber.

Snow gently trickled down on your quiet home.

Two small makeshift snowmen sitting comfortably inside of a heart under the stone nameplate of the house that read ‘Fushiguro.’

a/n: my v day post being pure fluff is crazy lol. But happy Valentine’s Day, much love to everyone. Genuinely think Toji isn’t one to do much for Valentine’s Day but he’d always set aside time for you.

"tears"

fluff for the sukuna fans bc i've been in a soft sukuna mood

ryomen sukuna x reader

Synopsis: sukuna isn't a stranger to arguments with you, but when he catches you crying after a particularly harsh one, he finds himself scrambling to fix it... in his own way

to sum it up: sukuna is an asshole but he loves you, so he tries his best

WC: 3,296

Warning(s): a lil angst

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you first started a relationship with the infamous king of curses, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less when his tendency to be an asshole hurt your feelings. 

You know Sukuna isn’t a sentimental person who cares much for things like verbal reassurance, or consideration for the way the things he says can impact you, or anyone for that matter, but damn! Sometimes, he’s just too much of a jerk for you to handle, and Sukuna himself has no idea why your fragile human emotions sway you to be so affected by him. He doesn’t even think he’s said anything wrong the times in which you grow angry with him.

Now, Sukuna can handle your anger. Anger is good. Anger means that there is something he can react to, something he can tame or involve into your intimacies when he takes your mind off of silly arguments or subdues your attitude over what he deems to be small inconveniences. Anger is the only human emotion that he has felt himself in his many years of existence, so he knows what to expect. He understands it. He’s not, in the slightest, intimidated by it.

But what Sukuna finds he can not handle is the sound of your sniffles that resound from behind your door after you’ve just slammed it into his face. Sukuna angles his brows, pressing his ear to the door in confusion. Are you… cold? Coming down with a fever? What the hell are you sniffing your nose so much for?

Then he hears the meek gasps that intercept, the vocalization of pain that creeps into your weakened inhalations that accompany your damned sniffling. That’s when he realizes that you’re crying, and his pupils shrink slightly knowing that he has gone a little too far this time. 

Hell, how is he supposed to handle you crying? He can’t fuck your sadness away like he can with your irritation. He can’t mirror your sadness, since he has no clue what the hell it’s supposed to feel like. He can’t empathize with it either, for he has no idea what he could have done to bring tears to your eyes and empathy, well, it’s not in his vocabulary to begin with. It’s pathetic, he thinks, the way you have allowed him to bother you this much…

Yet it kills him to know that he’s the reason behind your tears.

He stands there for some time, unsure of what to do. Should he get Uraume to handle this? No, that may make things worse. You may want to be alone.

He turns to leave, but something stops him. He feels an ache in his chest, pressing his hand to his bicep. What the hell? What is this feeling?

He can still hear you crying, and somehow, it sounds like it’s getting worse, louder, or perhaps that is all in his head. He can no longer tell, but that sound you’re making is the only thing occupying his mind, and it’s ruining him. It’s making his chest tighten, his brow furrow, his lips press together tightly. He should leave, but he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to abandon you like this. 

Never once in his life has Sukuna felt remorse. Not even for all the times he has made you angry in the past when you two have had arguments. He is so quick to blame your reactions to things on your feeble human emotions. He is so quick to evade responsibility, or more so, refrain from guilting himself over the things he is responsible for. He is so quick to dismiss you, but it’s always fine because he has never witnessed you grow sad over his behavior, not until now.

Sukuna turns back to your door slowly. His hand flies to grab the handle to throw the door open, but he hesitates. He’s unsure of what’s happening to him, for he’s never hesitated before in his life. This, you crying, him second guessing himself, it’s all so new and he hates it. He needs to fix this immediately. 

What do you humans like when you are upset? There’s a word that’s slipping his mind, one he always hears you pester him for but turns down repeatedly. He had found the concept so irrelevant that he hadn’t even bothered to recall what it’s called.

He crosses his arms and stares ahead harshly in thought, then it comes to him. An apology! Yes, that’s what it is. But of course, you can’t expect him to verbalize such a thing. You must want something as a gift. A physical representation of his desire not to see you cry. He rushes off to locate Uraume for preparations.

About an hour later, you’re curled up on your bed and facing the wall with a blank stare. Your tears stopped a while ago, and since you hadn’t heard from Sukuna, you assumed he just didn’t care about your feelings. Like always.

“Oi,” a gruff voice through the door startles you. You jump and turn over, curling your brows in confusion at the sound of Sukuna’s voice. For a moment, you don’t believe he is speaking to you, so you wait some time to see if he will speak again. “I know you can hear me in there,” his voice sounds again, and you groan.

“Go away,” you tell him, flipping back over.

Sukuna, on the other side of the wall, clicks his tongue in agitation. “Quit your pouting and come open this door.”

“No. Until you learn how to treat me better, I don’t want to see you.”

Treat you better? Sukuna doesn’t understand this nonsense. You live in his large estate, you’re pampered by servants, showered with gifts and homemade meals, you sleep by his side every night, and he allows you to disrespect him far more often than he should. Not to mention, he has his arms full of presents at this very moment that are preventing him from opening the door himself. How can he possibly treat you any better than he’s already treating you?

He growls lowly and closes his eyes in irritation. “If you open the door, your mood will improve.”

“I don’t want anything other than what I just said.”

Sukuna’s eye twitches. Why are you so damn difficult? “What is your-”

“Go. Away.”

Oh. Alright, then. 

You sit up abruptly when Sukuna’s foot breaks in the door with a loud crash. You stare with wide eyes, the door, now off its hinge, creaking open weakly to reveal the king of curses with his arms full of several bouquets of flowers.

“What the fuck, Sukuna?!” you cry. He only stares frustratedly as he walks into the space univinted.

“This was going to go on for too long if I hadn’t done something,” he says, approaching the side of your bed.

“You can’t just- fuck! What is wrong with you?”

Okay… this is already going poorly. 

This is not the reaction he had desired from you, and perhaps he should have revisited the idea of kicking in the door, but he had been growing impatient. Despite his big talk, he doesn’t like when you speak to him in such a cold way. He doesn’t like being separated from you. He doesn’t like not being able to see your face, and after all the work he has just done to collect these plants for you, he can not tolerate being turned away. 

“Must you be so dramatic?” he tsks. “Do you not see what I have brought to you? Don’t you humans like these things?”

You stare at him incredulously, mouth agape. Sukuna can see the tear stains clear on your face, and his heart clenches again. God, why is that sight so abominable? 

He holds his arms out, presenting the flowers to you as if you could have possibly missed them. “They are yours. Take them and be done with this.”

“Be done with what, Sukuna?” you shake your head, face scrunched.

“With your tantrum- your tears, and the sniffles. Be done with them now. Here.”

You scoff. “Do you even know why you're giving these to me?”

Sukuna raises a brow. “To cease your tantrum. As I just said.”

“I can’t with you sometimes, Sukuna. Honestly.” 

“This is really the thanks that I get for bringing you these damn flowers? I thought you were supposed to like things like this. Why would you make me waste my time?”

“If you think it’s a fucking waste of time to bring me flowers, then there’s your problem right there,” you raise your voice, pointing at him accusingly. Sukuna’s face hardens. He thinks you’re getting angry again, but he can still see the sadness behind your eyes. You look almost… defeated. “And if you knew me at all, you’d know that I never cared about any of that stuff. I never cared about the flashiness or the gifts or whatever the fuck.”

Sukuna lowers his hands, letting the bouquets drop carelessly to the floor. “Now you are accusing me of not knowing you?” he seethes. “I’m not sure when you decided that it was acceptable for you to speak to me this way, but I will not tolerate it. I do nothing but dote on you, you ungrateful brat.”

“Yeah, sure, you dote on me, and then you turn around and berate me and call everything I feel stupid because you don’t care to even try to understand why some of the things you say are not okay!”

Sukuna walks closer to invade your personal space, leaning in to glare angrily at you as you do the same. This is what he knows. This is what he chooses to respond to. Not the curl in your brow, not the tremble of your lips, not the unsteadiness of your voice, but your anger. “Why should I care if all you do is whine,” he grumbles. 

You clamp your mouth shut as a lump forms in your throat. Sukuna watches you unravel before him, and while he tries to keep an unmoved expression, he is internally panicking when he sees your eyes gloss over again and your nose flare. 

Shit. He’s supposed to be making you feel better. How has he gone and made things worse again? Why is he incapable of understanding how to be what you want him to be?

You take in a trembling inhale as your hands clench and unclench at your sides. You don’t want him to see you cry. You don’t want him to call you weak, but you can’t help the tear that breaks past your lashes and dashes down your cheek, a physical display of your heartache. 

Sukuna’s crimson eyes fly to the tear, and his brows smooth out against his intent. 

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You’re crying again, and it’s his fault. It’s always been his fault. What is this now that he’s feeling? Regret? Shame? Is that what is clawing at his chest and stripping him of his resolve? Making him wish to replay this entire interaction so that you do not appear before him with tears in your eyes once more? Is this what it is to fall? 

You rub angrily at your eyes and huff, turning away from him and plopping back down on your bed, back facing him. You shut yourself away, close yourself off, and deprive Sukuna of your pretty face for the second time today. “Just leave me alone. You’ve made it perfectly clear that you don’t give a fuck about me or anything, for that matter.”

Sukuna’s eyes widen slightly with the deepening of his frown. That ache he has felt in his chest spreads throughout his body, serving as tension in his back, head, and shoulders. You think he doesn’t care for you? What nonsense. You’re the only being on this planet who has made a millennia of existence worth living, and you think he doesn’t care?

Sukuna can not even pin the blame onto you this time around. He can not accuse you of overreacting, nor can he evade such a thing that is so clearly his doing. He has made you feel uncared for, and while his temper may get out of hand, and his inability to fully comprehend the plagues of the human mind gets in the way, and he never tells you that he loves you, making you feel unloved is the last thing he ever meant to do. 

“Hey,” he mumbles, but you do not move. You cling to yourself for comfort because you do not believe he can provide any for you. “Brat-” he starts, but rethinks. He reaches his hand out to you. “(Y/n). Enough of this.”

“I don’t want to see you right now, Sukuna. Can’t you respect at least that for once?” you croak. 

His hand freezes and he lets it fall. Respect. Understanding. That is what you want from him, and he has not been giving it to you. He has not been giving you anything that you request of him emotionally, for that matter. He has been neglecting your mental needs whilst overpowering you with the physical, and it’s drawn you away from him. 

He could force you to get up. He could drag you by your hair to his bedroom. He could make you look him in the eye, make you stay with him, make you stay silent about this from this point on and forever more. Sukuna has the power and the authority to do so…

But the idea is not appealing. Not in the slightest.

Sukuna wants you happy. He wants you to want to be with him willingly, and if he ignores your consent now of all times, it would be like throwing away the life he has built with you. Throwing away your desires, and Sukuna does not long for a world in which you are any more uncomfortable than you already are. 

He takes a step back, looking over the flowers that he has dropped, and accepts the will of the mortal he fell in love with. 

“I will be in my chambers if or whenever you wish to see me,” he says lowly, giving in. He moves to leave but stops himself once more. He never had stopped himself this much before. “...I apologize for making you cry. I will send someone to fix your door immediately.”

Sukuna is well on his way when he hears you shuffling behind him. He turns, admittedly hopeful for your reaction, and finds you peeking in confusion over your shoulder. “...What did you just say?” you whisper.

The king of curses stalls, looking directly into your eyes from across the room. He feels suddenly… weak. Vulnerable. For the first time, he has relented his power for you to take hold of, and it feels strange to say the very least. “Do you wish for me to repeat myself?”

You sit up slowly, turning around. You knuckle at your red nose, watching him suspiciously. “I do. I may have misheard you.”

He studies you for a moment until he realizes that you are being facetious. “You heard me the first time.”

“Maybe I just want you to say it again.”

Sukuna sighs heavily. “I did not intend to make you cry, nor did I intend to make you feel as though I do not care for you. That is a foolish thought, but I understand I do not convey the depth of my feelings for you the way you wish me to convey it.”

You look dumbfounded as you stare at him in silence. Sukuna clicks his tongue, unsure of how you are going to respond. 

“Quit staring at me and say something, woman.”

“I just… never thought…” you trail off, swallowing harshly. “I never thought you would ever say something like that to me.”

“You will only hear me say such things when you are- when I’ve made you unhappy,” he clarifies firmly. Your nose twitches, an involuntary movement that Sukuna catches and finds entirely too adorable. Your eyes are still damp, but your breathing has evened out. 

“That’s the first,” you quip.

“Enough.”

You press your lips together, glancing at the flowers Sukuna brought you. Just then, you notice that they are your favorite. 

You tell yourself you knew what you were getting into when you first started dating the king of curses, but at times you forget that Sukuna is in fact a demon, and a king at that. He does not believe in any better than what he is.

“You hurt my feelings, Sukuna,” you say softly. “Don’t you get what that means? At least for me?”

“No,” he responds honestly. “But I do see now that you have different needs. And I understand that I refuse to watch you cry if there is something I can do about it.”

You try to remain angry with him. You try to keep yourself distanced, but you can not help the way that you are softening, and Sukuna notices. A hint of a smirk curves at the corner of his lips. 

“Is that all I had to say to make this better?”

“Shut the hell up,” you hiss. “It wouldn’t have killed you to apologize for the hundreds of other times we’ve fought, you know.”

“You weren’t crying the other times, woman.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you roll your eyes. 

Sukuna tilts his head, placing a hand on his hip. “You’re not still upset, are you?”

“Yes,” you pout, and he catches on.

“What is it you want now, to be pampered like a spoiled brat?” 

He makes the suggestion as if to offend you, but the two of you both know that he is hardly making a joke. “What I want is for you to fuck off.”

A chuckle rumbles in Sukuna’s throat as he makes his way over to you. You immediately break and screech when he yanks you forward by your ankle and loops you up into his arms before sitting down on your bed and setting you in his lap. 

He looks you dead in the eye and lifts a rough thumb, swiping stubbornly at your tear stains and your damp lashes. “Crybaby,” he mutters, and you swat his hand away.

“Whatever, asshole.” You push at his chest with weak contempt and he looks at you boredly.

“You’re pitiful,” he grumbles, gripping your chin securely and guiding it to him. His blood red eyes seep into yours, gazing intently. “No more tears, do you understand?”

“Then don’t make me sad.”

“I won’t,” he tells you confidently.

A smile twitches on your lips as you look over him, completely unfamiliar with this side of the king of curses. “Can you do one more thing for me, and then I’ll maybe think about forgiving you?” you bite your lip, pressing your finger to his broad shoulder.

Sukuna grunts. “More demands, huh? I suppose you know how to take advantage of a situation. What more do you want?”

You wrap your arms over his neck. “Tell me how much you care about me,” you sing. 

“Did I not just do so?”

“No, I want you to spell it out. Tell me you love me.”

“I highly tolerate you.”

“Tell me you loveeee me.”

“You are the only human being I do not frown upon.”

“Sukuna.”

“Christ, woman, you’re mine. Isn’t that enough?” he grits his teeth and you snort, patting his cheek gently. 

“For now.”

“Such a pest, you know that?” he mumbles, pushing in swiftly to press his lips firmly to yours in a swift peck. “Don’t ever say I don’t care for you again. It is the most false and offensive thing I have ever heard."

Based off DM request from @msvirgoflower because this is a total rom-com cliche 😆

Castlevania boys [Drac, Alucard, Isaac, Hector, and Trevor] to how they would react if their s/o came back home after drinking heavily with friends and while trying to help them to bed when they get home their drunk s/o slaps them and is all like "Whoa back the f#$% up! I am off the market- I gots me a man and he'll kick your ass!

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Dracula

A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest as you slur out your words but he’ll indulge in the inebriation just for a moment.

“Oh you do? Well I imagine they would be protective over one such as lovely as yourself”

Trevor

Chances are he’s a bit drunk but nowhere near as buzzed as you

He’ll be slightly pouty and whiny, clinging onto you tightly, saying stuff like “yeah! and it’s me! Unless there’s someone else eyeing you…!”

Alucard

Maybe slightly annoyed but also stifling his laugh as you speak your mind to him

“Oh you do? They just be worried sick if you’re out here by yourself. Come, I’ll safely return you to them.”

Isaac

Calm demeanor but also with an exasperated look 😑 he tries to keep you steady

“And your lover would very much care if you were away from a crowd of rubes. Here, take my arm.”

Hector

It’s one of the rare occasions you get a genuine smile and laugh from him as he’s holding onto your shoulder

“Yes, love, and it’s me, hurry before you catch a cold or attract more attention.”

five senses

1.7k words. 🔞 NSFW. 18+ MDNI 🔞

cw: somnophilia (dubious consent), vaginal penetration, masturbation, oral (cunnilingus), panty fuckin, multiple orgasms, creampie, come eating

when caleb accidentally caught you masturbating, it was an honest mistake.

but it becomes all he could think about— consuming his every thought for days and nights on end. he restlessly tosses and turns in bed, replaying that moment over and over again: you, wearing his shirt, moaning his name, thinking that pink dildo you're fucking yourself stupid on could be him. he never knew that his name could sound so sweet until that very moment. it doesn't help that caleb already struggles with falling asleep. and as if to rub it in his face, he begins hearing stifled moans from your room in the middle of the night.

caleb is only human. he could only hold it in for so long— resisting temptation and acting unknowing, before he breaks. 

and surely enough, he's quietly making his way into your room one night. in the dimly lit room, with only the glow from the moon illuminating, he's careful not to wake you up as the mattress dips with the weight of his large frame sliding and curling up behind you. settling under the thin blanket, his hand slides underneath your (his) shirt, lightly grazing over your bare skin and panties. feeling the little bow on the waistband of the underwear, his lips form a grin as he could instantly imagine exactly which pair you're wearing. often helping you with your laundry so often has its… perks.

reaching into his boxers, caleb pulls out his already half-hardened, sensitive cock— the result of thinking about you practically everyday for the past two weeks. his breath slightly hitches, eyes half-lidded as he wraps his large hands around his length, slowly pumping himself while imagining you.

its not long before his hard cock has precum drooling out of the tip and his balls are tensing up. unsurprisingly, it doesn't take much for caleb to get so riled up when he's thinking about you. his strokes become louder, wetter, more frantic as he finds that his hands aren't enough— he's getting greedier and bolder by the moment.

a part of him feels guilty. how dirty of him to be touching himself mere inches away from you as you lay peacefully, unbeknownst to him. but as much as he feels guilty, a thrill still seeps through his mind. after he had heard your pretty moans of his name, you wouldn't mind… right?

"maybe… just the tip…" he convinces himself. his cock angrily pulses at the thought of your sloppy cunt tightly swallowing him up. "fuh-f-fuckk,” he quietly groans, his voice a ragged breath. he buries his head into a pillow, not wanting to wake you up just yet.

caleb then carefully parts your legs, positioning himself closer behind you. he lets out a shaky exhale as he buries his cock in between your warm, plush thighs. a quiet whine spills from his throat as he rubs against you, feeling how wet the thin material of your panties have become. carefully, he hooks his fingers onto your panties, slightly pulling them away from you so he could fuck you with your cute lil' panties on. as caleb buries himself snug between the wet fabric that clings onto him and your sopping folds, his cock throbs at the thought of you, in public, wearing your panties stained with his cum.

with the feeling of his shaft grinding against your bare pussy, you let out a sleepy, soft hum alongside a wiggle of your hips. it causes caleb to immediately halt and hold his breath. only when your movements settle does he start again. his large, warm hands rest at your waist, just barely guiding you as his breath and thrusts get heavier with each passing moment that you don't awake from.

"that's it, pretty girl…"

even without fully waking up, you're eventually getting soaked and your breaths are turning into gasps. you must think that you're in a sweet dream— how cute.

but you begin to feel his increasing desperation that shifts the bed with each roll of his hips, causing you to slowly wake up from your slumber.

“c-caleb…?” you wearily mumble, still half asleep as you try to turn your head behind you. a soft whine immediately escapes your throat, and you're instinctively grinding your hips back against him as you feel his thick cock rubbing against you. your eyelids are still heavy with sleep, and your mind is lost in a daze of sleepiness and pleasure. 

caleb's heart skips a beat from hearing how sleepy and clueless you sound, yet continuing to push your hips into him. “ahh-, f-fuck, baby,” he pants, burying his face into your neck. he would say more, perhaps try to explain himself, but all he could think about was how good hes feeling inbetween your pussy and panties.

taking your moans as a sign, caleb's arm wraps around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to him. his resolute quickly falters under the smell of your body wash and the warmth of your body. he needs more of you.

“p-please…, let me put it in,” he begs into your ears, his voice a high-pitched whine.

of course, you give in.

caleb is ecstatic when you give him permission, eagerly adjusting his position and maneuvering your pliant body before letting his heavy, thick cock sink into you with a loud squelch. the both of you gasp from the sensation of your tight, warm walls being filled up. feeling every ridge and vein of his cock aginst you, you let out a wanton moan his name. it sends a wave of arousal coursing through him— his cock twitches and throbs inside of you, its fat tip touching your cervix.

"don't- hah, moan… like that… gonna cum too quickly," caleb breathily stutters. he pauses for a moment to adjust, before he's pulling back and heavily thrusting into you.

with the added stimulation of your own fingers tightly rubbing circles on your clit, your climax rapidly builds. the air quickly becomes hot and heavy with needy pants and whines spilling out from the both of you. its not long before a white ring forms at the base of his cock and spilling over his balls, a copious accumulation of slick. your panties, even though pulled aside, are still getting soaked from overspilling juices.

calebs desperately begging to cum inside of you. after, of course, you cream yourself around him— hard. when you cum, your body jerks and trembles as hes practically using your sensitive cunt, relentlessly fucking and spilling his warm seed deep into you.

but this is not nearly enough to satiate him. afterall, he has spent his entire life desperately in love with you. a life-time of pent up desires can't just be satisfied this easily.

and so, you easily succumb to his pleas to have more: to have you sit on his face while he laps at your creamy folds. he's helping you take off your panties, before he hungrily slots himself in between your legs. 

“pleasepleaseplease, sit on me baby, please,” he almost cries out, his voice a warm huff of air against your skin. "please baby, all of your weight."

when you finally sit on his face, he spontaneously lets out a moan from the pleasure of being caged underneath your pussy and the weight of you. it's all he could ask for and more. smelling your heady scent, his tongue licks a wet stripe up your sopping cunt. the taste of both of you lingers on his tongue as he attaches his lips to swirl and suckle on your swollen clit underneath your hood.

you mewl, slightly wincing from the overstimulation. your body instinctively tries to pull away from him. but both of caleb's hands firmly grip over your soft thighs, holding you in place. his motions encourage you to roll your hips, to use his mouth to your own pleasure— which you slowly begin to do as you overcome the pain.

taking a hand off of you, he wraps your soaked, creamed undies onto his bare cock, already hardened and leaking again from tasting you. if the panties weren't already drenched, they are now.

his mind quickly becomes a foggy haze as he ruts up into his own hand like a pathetic pup that's desperate for you to occupy all five of his senses: to touch you, smell you, hear you, see you, taste you. his moans and whimpers are muffled by your juices, his neck and chin glistening from saliva and slick as you buck into his face. the bridge of his nose nudges against your puffed up clit as his tongue budges its way into your wet, gummy walls, feeling and tasting the globs of cum and arousal as they drip out of you and into his mouth.

"caleb, please," you choke out, struggling to string together a coherent sentence. "c-close, 'm close!" this time, you're the one begging. your fingers intertwine with the soft strands of his hair, pulling his face deeper into the rolls of your hips. there's no tempo or rhythm anymore— just erratic, needy grinding.

caleb replaces his tongue inside of you with two of his fingers, sinking them knuckle-deep into your clenching walls. he's just as close as you are, fucking himself with your panties. frankly, he could probably cum from just looking at how debauched and erotic you look above him: your mouth agape, eyes barely open, and pert nipples all on display as you use his mouth. but he wants to cum with you.

suddenly, his fingers curl up into you as his tongue focuses on flicking over your pearly clit. it becomes too much for you, making your eyes roll back and see white. with a loud moan of his name, you cum around his fingers and it subsequently sends him toppling over the edge. milky white cum spurts all over his hand and your panties as he lowly groans into your cunt— every vibration felt by you.

letting go of his softening cock, his arms keep your spasming pussy close to his face. he takes his sweet time cleaning you up with his mouth, drinking you up like a parched man. despite your sobs and squirming, quivering thighs, his adam's apple bob with each gulp of you. he makes sure to be thorough with you, to not waste a single drop.

a/n: not me posting filthy smut at 8am after staying up all night to write it. anything for CALEB MY PANTY SNIFFING KING!!

submissive dally or darry please i beg

Brat

Synopsis: Submissive! Dally gets overstimulated and edged as a punishment for his bratty behavior.

Tags/cws: Handjobs, edging, overstimulation, bratty Dally, oral, consent has been given (consent is sexy), GN! reader, mentions of safeword (he doesn't safeword), very short read.

"Fu-Fuuck you!" He moaned as he tried to squirm away from your hand. "Let me cum you bi-Bitch!"

"Dallas, we talked about this. You want to cum, you ask for it nicely." You whispered as you circled his tip again. "You going to ask nicely you brat?"

"No! God fucking damnit, let me cum!" He hissed as he tried to grab your wrist only to have his hand slapped away and all his stimulation stopping. "No... No! Let me cum, Pleasee!"

"Begging already? I thought that would take longer..." You mused as you leaned down and gently sucked on the tip of his dick. Dally squirmed and reached for your hair only to have his hand smacked again, his gaze met with a warning glare.

"Fuck.... Fuuuck!" He moaned loudly as he came, his body thrashing about as he finally got his sweet release... Only... It didn't stop. Dally's eyes opened when he didn't feel you stop. "What the fuck are you doi-doing?" He snapped, staring down at you while trying to push your head off.

"You wanted to cum, so you'll cum. Safeword?" A smile rested on your lips as you watched his face, still stroking him.

"Crayon." He muttered as his head fell back down onto his pillow, his body tensing as he got close to another orgasm. "Good boy..."

Bred By A Merman

Pairing: Merman Husband X Reader

Warnings: Sex, Breeding Kink, Oviposition, Breeding With Eggs, Stomach Bulge

Imagine telling your merman husband you are ready to have his babies. His excitement is written all over his face, and he couldn’t be happier. He has you naked and on his cock within seconds. His slick cock thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace. Your upper back rests upon the ledge of the floor of your little cave, your lower body wrapped around him in the water as he pounds your cunt mercilessly. 

You’ve already cum twice before his thrusts start becoming desperate and uneven. You had never thought to ask how mermen breed their females, but looking back, you realize you probably should have. As you feel slick eggs pump out of his cock you can’t help but moan at the new sensation. He groans as he keeps cumming, pumping egg after egg into your already full pussy.

Each new egg is pushed into your womb by his long cock, and you already feel so full. His arms keep you caged in place as you writhe and moan beneath him. He shifts one of his hands to grab yours, moving them down to your lower abdomen and pressing down. Your lower stomach is distended and getting fuller by the second. 

You pant and clench around your husband’s cock as your body adjusts to the eggs. He finally slows and gives one last deep thrust, making sure all his eggs are locked tight in your womb. He pulls out, and you whine slightly. He chuckles and pulls you into his arms and the water, shifting to hold you bridal style. You lean your head on his shoulder, watching him marvel at your swollen belly. 

“Take a nap, darling. Mermen breeding can go on for days. We won’t stop until we physically can’t fill you anymore,” he says, cradling your body close to his. Even though you feel full, you can’t wait for him to breed you again.

Zayne is fairly misunderstood.

…and he uses it to his advantage.

Bless your heart, really, you’ve not only misunderstood his intentions — but severely underestimated him as well.

Zayne, your sweet, stoic, not all that affectionate Zayne.

You respect his boundaries — Akso hospital’s pride and joy chief cardiac surgeon had a reputation to uphold. And even if it killed him, you never tried to cross any lines. He couldn’t be seen smothering you with his kisses, pushing you up against his office wall with one hand squeezing your pretty tit, his thigh shoved between your legs and—

Cheeks flushed and ears burning red, Zayne adjusts his glasses as you continue to ramble through the typical physical checkup questions.

You’d been too tired to catch the doctor daydreaming — or fantasizing might be a better word for his train of thought.

“Have you been taking time to perform self care?” Ambiguous, sure. Suggestive? Maybe. Zayne would do anything to keep that pretty mouth of yours going. Let him get lost in thought for a little longer and—

“What kind of self care?”

Several ideas flash through his mind and he has to clear his throat before looking away. Whatever shreds of self composure he could find, he needed to tie together and try and make it through the next ten minutes.

“Well…” but it was too damn late.

Such a pervert. Zayne’s head is full of some of the most impure, immoral, scandalous thoughts his touch starved mind could conjure. He’s suddenly all too thankful his desk has a panel in the front, hiding his lower half from sight.

He doesn’t mean to. He respects you wholeheartedly, would never make sleazy comments towards you or so much as make a crude joke with his dry humor.

But — gods above — he craves you so desperately.

Sometimes his mind gets the better of him, like right now, when he’s been so frustrated with work he hasn’t even found a moment of peace to himself to even consider unwinding in any way possible.

“…have you ever tried facials?”

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