“are Ya Sure Yer Not Dating (y/n)?” Osamu Suddenly Asks His Brother During A Quiet Lunch Between

Watch my 9mm go BANG!

Tags: Caleb x fem!Reader, smut, gun play, dead dove, caleb is a walking red flag in this one, the gun goes WHERE???

An: So um… I’m obsessed with him, and I sincerely apologize for writing this.

No, you’re absolutely right. Sylus would never fuck you with his gun. He cherishes you, worships your body as if you’re a goddess who fell into his lap. He’s too weary of accidentally hurting you. He couldn’t fathom shoving an object of war inside your pretty little pussy, the most safest of places that he knows. It’s a blasphemous thought really.

but you know who would do that…

“C-caleb, th-that… oh my god… what are you doing-? Mmph! Shit,” you gasp and pant, looking down between your legs to marvel at the black weapon adorned with silver attachments sliding through your slick folds.

Caleb’s lilac eyes are on you, watching you from between your knees, and he has a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches the confusion, fear, and arousal take precedent on your face.

This type of debauchery is only something you could take part in with someone you trust with your whole life. Caleb already knows all your secrets… What’s one more sick kink to add to his arsenal of blackmail?

“What’s the matter, pipsqueak? This is only such a small step up from my hand.” He taunts, raising his robotic arm up to give you a teasing wave.

His other hand is carefully dragging the handgun up and down, watching as you coat his gun in the most beautiful of shine. Truthfully, he’s considering doing this with all of his guns. He needs his pretty girl to christen all of his weapons. You know… for luck.

“Ah-!” you gasp and tense as you feel him aim the weapon right at your small bundle of nerves, applying a small amount of pressure before he skillfully maneuvers the gun in small circles.

Your hands are fisting at the sheets, slightly pulling at them as you try to take your mind off of what’s happening to you. He’s using a gun to bring you to the edge, and the worst part was you’ve never been this close to finishing so quickly before.

Your stomach tightens, and you’re on the cusp. Your legs try to clamp around Caleb’s arm and the gun, but his other hand presses to your knee and forces you to keep your legs open.

“Tsk. Come on. Let me see~ I wanna see you unravel on my gun,” his eyes are glimmering with mischief and perversion as he applies more pressure, and he flicks his wrist in tighter circles, pinpointing your pleasure center down with such ease.

“Fuck-! Caleb… I-“ you can’t even get the words out before you feel your body snap like a bowstring. Your pleasure ripples through your body in waves as your walls clench around nothing.

“What a pretty sight,” he murmurs proudly as he finally relieves some of the pressure. “I wanna see it happen again,” he proclaims, sliding the gun further down towards your entrance.

“Wait- You can’t be serious, C-caleb,” you choke out, squirming backwards on the bed away from the handgun being pointed towards your very core.

“Dead serious, pipsqueak,” he affirms as he gives you that cold gaze he’s mastered since becoming a colonel. “What? Don’t you trust me?”

He flips the gun upside down, tilting the handle towards your clit as the muzzle plugs your entrance.

Your body vibrates with anticipation, and you find yourself stilling for him. Some deep depraved part of you is just as enticed as it is repulsed.

“Look at you being such a good girl,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to the inner part of your knee before he slides the barrel of the gun inside you.

“O-oh!” you gasp, arching your back off the bed as you squeeze your eyes closed. The metal isn’t very cold anymore, and it’s adequately lubed with your arousal from earlier.

“Shh, shh.” he whispers as his hands slowly work the gun further inside you. His eyes are enamored with the sight of your puffy folds, happily swallowing his gun like the needy slut you are. “Feels good to let go, don’t it?”

You’re too focused on the feeling of his gun slowly sliding in and out of you. Your warm walls hug around the barrel. You’re completely baffled at how you’re getting so turned on from this. You should be scared out of your mind, but instead, your hips are rolling, trying to seek out more stimulation from the weapon.

“Sooo eager. God, you’re so beautiful,” his voice is husky as he whispers. He can feel the strain in his pants from his erection, but he’s not looking to relieve himself. This is all about you.

He tilts the handle of the gun upwards, pressing the butt of the handle against your small bundle of nerves. The angle of the gun making it possible to stimulate twice as much.

“Oh my— shit, Caleb!” you’re stumbling over words as your cunt flutters around the gun. You’re already close again.

“That’s right, pretty. Cum on my fucking gun. Come on. Give it to me,” he demands, gripping the gun tightly with one hand as he’s pumping it in and out quicker. The sound of metal clicking and squelching echoes in the room.

His face is twisted in pure concentration, and his muscles flex with each time he moves the gun inside you. His chain bouncing around his neck as he works you down.

Your body goes taut, and you lift your hips up off the bed. Your slick is gathered beneath you onto the sheets. You’re dripping.

Your ears begin to ring, and you shout his name as you squeeze around his gun. His hands become more methodical, pumping the gun leisurely with his hand.

You can hear him let out a low growl as he watches your pussy constrict. You’re such a pitiful thing — trying to milk his gun as if it could even give you anything.

You’re gasping for air as he slowly pulls the gun out of you. Its shiny metal was glistening in your slick. Caleb smirks to himself, knowing that every time he cleans it, he’s going to have to plunge it into you again.

“Messy girl,” he grins as he admires his weapon. He then slowly brings it up to his lips before his tongue lulls out, and he licks your juices straight off of his gun, savoring your taste.

“You’re sick,” you pant, unable to tear your eyes away from the downright pornographic sight.

“Says the one who just came on my gun like a psychopath.”

Do yall think he'd bark for me?

Thanks for the request.

Daddy issues playing rn

Pliant

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Summary: Every now and then, Tony needs you to help clear his head while he’s working.

Warnings: 18+ SMUT. TW: Somnophilia (consensual).

WC: 1.5K

A/N: Well, howdy. Here's a kinky treat for kinktober. Heed the warnings, please!!

MASTERLIST

Like a messy notebook with notes scribbled in the margins, sometimes Tony’s head got a bit crowded.

It was a rare occurrence - usually he was good at keeping track of his thoughts, or leaning on the assistance of his AI to catalogue his quick-fire ideas as they tumbled out of his mouth. Yet, on those particularly manic nights, when he was under a time crunch or running on a ridiculously unhealthy amount of sleep, things got lost. His ideas got snowed in beneath new ones.

He glanced at the time in the corner of his monitor. It was late - after midnight. He’d been holed up in the lab for over twenty-four hours, only taking a swift break in the afternoon to shower and eat (at your firm insistence). But he’d been rooted in the same problem for over an hour now and at this rate, he’d be backtracking through his voice logs with JARVIS to identify what it was that he’d been thinking but hadn’t said out loud and-

Well. There was a much more simple, quicker solution than that. Something that was a sure-fire way to clear the cobwebs in his brain.

“J, is she awake?” He asked, tapping out a staccato rhythm on his thighs.

The AI didn’t respond for a moment or two, and Tony sweared to fuck that the asshole was judging him. “No, she is currently in bed. Her heart rate indicates that she is asleep.”

He pulled up the camera surveillance of your shared bedroom. You’d left the lamp on. The sheets obscured most of your body, save for your upper back where he could see your bare shoulders. His lips pursed while he considered his options. There was something that you’d mentioned recently - something that had played on his mind that he was definitely intrigued by.

“You know…” You worried at your lower lip, shy eyes focused on where your fingers were working at loosening his tie. “You’re always coming to bed so late at night. And- well… I think that it’d be really fucking sexy if you got me worked up in my sleep..?” Your voice trailed up in the form of a question, unsure of what his response would be. “Just - I don’t know - the thought of waking up with your fingers, or shit, your cock inside of me… and knowing that you’d been playing with me while I was asleep…” You sighed dreamily, gaze flicking up to his own briefly before darting away again. “The thought kind of turns me inside out.”

He watched your sleeping form, his cock twitching at the thought of going up there and- He pushed himself out of his chair and started for the bedroom.

He took his shoes off before he ascended the stairs, his steps near-silent as he entered the bedroom, and quietly closed the door behind himself. His heart was racing. Despite the fact that you’d told him this was something you wanted, he couldn’t help but feel sneaky. Like he was breaking the rules. He crouched down at your side of the bed and carefully peeled the sheets off your body, biting down onto his tongue as your bare ass came into view. The way your leg was hitched up meant that your slit was right there for him to touch. He ran a warm hand over your even warmer hip, feeling your silky skin beneath his calloused fingertips. God, you were so fucking sexy. He’d never get enough of you - he was sure of that.

He sucked two fingers into his mouth, coating them with his spit before gently - so fucking gently - running a fingertip up your slit. He expected you to snap awake at any moment. He wanted to make this good for you; play things out the way that you’d described to him. He continued to carefully run his fingers up and down your slit, his pressure turning a bit more firm when you didn’t stir from your slumber. He could see the way your body naturally reacted to his touch, your sticky slick seeping out and making the glide of his fingers smoother, easier.

He had to bite down onto the knuckle of his free hand when he pressed a finger inside of you. Jesus Christ, you were so hot and silky. Each brush of his fingers, every quiet, wet sound, was seemingly amplified in the otherwise silent room. He slowly fucked you with one finger, palming at himself through his jeans when your body produced more and more slick, until pressing a second finger inside was an almost effortless squeeze.

“Mmm…”

He froze at the quiet sound, fingers buried inside of you to the hilt and eyes flicking up to your face.

You were still asleep: expression lax, lips slightly parted. “You dreaming about me baby?” He whispered, curling his fingers and huffing quietly at the way your hips lazily rolled into the feeling. “Fucking hell…”

He withdrew his fingers and spread wetness to your clit, lightly circling the bud as he palmed at his now rock-hard cock through his pants. Your breaths were turning a little bit heavier. He knew that you’d wake up soon.

He pulled his hand away and stood to strip himself of his clothes, wrapping a hand around his cock and biting down into his lip to contain his moan of satisfaction. Then, carefully rolling your body to provide himself with access, he ran the head of his dick along your dripping cunt. His eyes stayed on your face, waiting for a reaction that never came.

Slowly, oh, so fucking slowly, he guided himself into of you, eyes rolling back as you enveloped him inch by wet-warm inch.

“Oh. Ohhh…” Your moan was more present. He watched your eyes flutter open, the realisation dawning on your face before you let out the sweetest, neediest whine and hitched your leg higher up on the bed. “Oh my fucking- Tony yes.”

“Well hi, sleeping beauty,” he rasped, his voice gravelly and overwhelmed as he grinded in deep, “Nice of you to join me.”

He began to fuck you with slow, steady thrusts, allowing your mind to process the feeling. But fuck, you were so pliant - so relaxed, having just woken up - that the glide of his cock was so smooth it sent tingles up his spine. The needy sound you let out made his hips snap forward with a bit more force than he’d intended. “You love the thought of me using this pretty pussy whenever I want, don’t you?” He growled, picking up his pace. “Should’ve seen how quick you were to get worked up on my fingers. How easy it was for me to get you wet.”

You looked over your shoulder at him with pleading eyes, your brow creased with an overwhelmed frown, and the sight nearly did him in. He groaned and withdrew his cock, roughly taking hold of your leg and rolling you onto your back. He tugged your body so that you were laid out on the edge of the mattress before sliding back inside of you, the change in angle making you cry out. Each rock forward made your tits bounce, your hands moving to the bedsheets where you held on tight.

“I’m gonna come,” you whined, your neck strained with the tension of your building release. He reached down to roll your clit beneath the pad of his thumb, the slippery touch clumsy because of how fucking soaked you were. Jesus Christ. You were a fucking dream.

“That’s it,” he grunted, his thighs hitting your skin with resounding smacks, “Come for me. Show me how much you love being my little fuck toy.” His voice was strained as he fought to hold back his own release, deep and gravelly at how wonderfully wrecked you looked.

You shouted as you peaked, your body curling in on itself and clenching down at the force of the feeling. You squeezed so tight and perfect around his cock that it ripped his orgasm from him, milked his cock until his mind was blank of everything but pure pleasure.

And with that clarity of mind - that perfect silence - came the revelation he’d be chasing.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, jerking his hips forward as though punctuating the dual physical and mental relief. “Jesus, baby. You’re perfect. Such a perfect little toy.”

You reached out for him, your eyes dazed and needy, and he went to you without hesitation. He sighed out through his nose as he kissed you - licked into your mouth greedily and possessively. He felt your fingers card back through his hair, the feeling sparking against the aftershocks that prickled down his spine.

“You gonna come to bed?” You breathed, your voice warm puffs against his lips.

He looked down at your soft eyes, rolled his hips once more just to feel you squeeze around his sensitive cock. He hadn’t been planning to go to sleep. Rather, he’d just figured out how to jump the hurdle that was keeping him from completing his work in the lab. But- you had the sweetest look in your eyes. Your hands were toasty against the sides of his neck. And god, how could he say ‘no’ to you?

“Yeah, baby,” he hummed, pressing a tender kiss against your lips. Work could wait until the morning.

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INO TAKUMAAAA

not mine, creds to the @p_a-to8 :3 (I found it on Pinterest)

I love moon knight fics. Fills up the empty hole in my heart

Thoughts on Marc/ Steven reacting to the reader trying to seduce them

Obviously Marc would be a lil shit but Steven would be clueless I think 😭 my sweet babyboy and he'd be blushing the whole time arghh

AN | These two really just live in my mind rent free 🥰

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader; Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.8k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

Marc and Steven were…interesting to say the least. Not that it was a bad thing, they were just such different people yet so alike. Then again, they really were two sides of the same coin. Over time you’d learned to love them both in different ways, but the warmth and happiness they instilled in you was constant and never ending. But they loved you in all the ways you needed and in turn you gave them everything they could ever need.

You’d met Marc first, or rather he’d spotted you out at the bar and decided to meet you. He’d caught your eye when you’d first walked in but you would never have approached him. No, someone that gorgeous was surely out of your league. You weren’t even going to waste your breath. 

But then he came and introduced himself and the two of you had hit it off…enough that you convinced him (or maybe he convinced you to allow him) to come home with you. He was gone when you’d woken up after sleeping in - he’d kept you up till the early hours of the morning - but he did leave a note with his number. At least it wasn’t designated to be a totally one night stand. You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing you’d fallen right into his lap, but you were curious to see where this would go. 

You’d texted him later that day and he’d responded after a while, leading to the two of you exchanging messages on a somewhat regular basis. You were pleasantly surprised to find that this man actually seemed to be into you. You didn’t see him for a few weeks after that first time, but the next time you decided it was your turn to take him down.

“Hey gorgeous,” you managed to sneak up on him as he sat at the bar, wrapping an arm around his waist. He stiffened in your grasp for a few moments before he realized it was just you. You turned your head so you could press a few kisses to his neck before whispering in his ear, “you smell delicious. It’s good to see you again, Marc.”

“Fuck,” a shudder ran down his spine as you continued to tease for a few moments before you let go of him and hopped onto the stool next to him. You could see the smile tugging on the corners of his mouth as he shook his head in amusement, “you enjoy your little moment, sweetheart?”

“Well, last time you seemed to like being in charge so I’d thought I’d see how it felt,” you flagged down the bartender and ordered your drink while he watched you incredulously. You were still getting to know each other but there was something about you that had him wanting to know everything. It was a strange, magnetic pull that you had over him, “what? Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” he answered as he tapped the neck of his beer against your glass, “I’m kind of surprised you came to be honest.”

“Me too,” you replied in earnest before shrugging, “I’m not…I’m not usually the type of person that just meets someone and immediately has sex with them but…apparently I am. But yeah…I dunno, there’s something about you I liked.”

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” you found yourself leaning in, hanging on his every word as you nodded, “I’m not usually like that either.” 

“You?!” your eyes widened in surprise at his words as he just laughed, “I mean…no..it’s just that…you’re gorgeous. I’m sure people throw themselves at you all the time.”

“Sometimes,” he admitted with a shrug, “doesn’t mean I just want to have sex with everybody. Only the right ones.”

“Consider me flattered,” you couldn’t help but laugh at the silly wink he offered up, “but at the same time, I’d like to actually get to know you. If that’s something you’d be interested in, but if not…that’s okay too, we can just leave things where they’re at.”

He leaned against the bar, giving you an effortless smile. He was so handsome and you knew he wasn’t even trying. He regarded you for a moment and you immediately feared that you’d crossed some unspoken boundaries, “I’d like that too, pretty girl.”

“Yeah?” your surprise came out before you could think about it as he just nodded and slotted a leg between yours, “well, then, I request to be wooed and romanced if you’re up to the task.”

“Consider it done,” he motioned for the bartender to bring over another round of drinks as he leaned his body into yours, “do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

Marc passed your drink to you before moving his frame away from you, “I hope you don’t mind me buying you a drink, miss. Hopefully your boyfriend will be okay with it.”

“What are you…” you raised your eyebrow at him before you realized what he was doing. You couldn’t help but grin at him, “well, I don’t have a boyfriend so that’s no matter. But I don’t mind either.”

“Come here often, gorgeous?” he took a long drink, his dark eyes never leaving yours, “haven’t seen you around before.”

“No,” you shook your head, “this is my first time. What about you, handsome? Are you from around here? I’m sure I’d remember a face like that…”

And that was how you'd gotten to know (and fall in love with) Marc Spector. He'd won you over instantly, and despite your effort to seduce him after that, he still managed to one up you. Typical Marc, you'd learn, typical. But you wouldn't have changed a thing.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

You met Steven only after Marc had told you about him. It had taken some time for him to fully admit the truth to you; the fact that he told you everything showed that really did have faith and confidence in you. You knew it must have taken a lot of courage to confide something like that to anybody. And in turn you vowed to be there for him and support him however he needed. Which at some point led to you meeting Steven. There was only so long it could be before you’d encounter him, so you wanted to do it on your terms. 

You'd met one late afternoon when he was working at the gift shop, putting up a new display of stuffed plush toys. You knew Marc had told Steven about you, but there was still some doubt that he would actually like you…what if he somehow felt completely opposite to how Marc was towards you? Either way, you were going to find out for yourself.

"Hello there cutie," you walked to him and caught him unawares as he jumped slightly. He knocked a few of the plushies down as he turned to look at you with wide eyes, "sorry, Steven-with-a-v. I didn't mean to scare you!"

"How do you know my…oh. Oh," you'd both leaned down to start picking up the fallen animals. His hand brushed against yours and sparks jolted through your body, "its you."

"Yes," you grazed your fingers over his as you picked up the toys and stacked them back up how he had them. He watched you in silence, a flush of pink creeping into his cheeks, "me! Its nice to finally meet you. Marc's told me a lot about you."

"He…he has?" he studied your outstretched hand before taking it and letting you help hoist him up, "I didn't think he would."

"Considering that we're dating, it was going to come up at one point or another," you hopped onto the counter and watched him closely. He was clearly trying to process all of this, "you're cute. Funny how different you are from him when you share the same body."

"You…you think I'm cute?" He was biting the inside of his cheek so hard that he was surprised he wasn't bleeding. He'd never had someone say that to him before you and yet here you were. His whole face felt warm as he started at his feet nervously.

"Of course, silly man," you reached for his hand which he gave after a few moments of hesitation and pulled him towards you, "would you like to grab dinner with me when you're off?"

"You want to go out for dinner with…me?" He seemed stunned at the fact that you wanted to actually spend time with him. He hadn't exactly had the best luck in love or had a lot of people interested in him. When someone did show interest his walls were up and he questioned their motive but there was something about you that put him at ease. He knew he could trust you. 

"Yes," you grinned at him, putting your hand on his face, gently stroking his cheek before brushing a few unruly curls out of his face. Despite his best efforts, he made a small sound in the back of his throat and subconsciously leaned into your touch, "you can even pick the place."

"O-okay," he agreed with a small nod, "that sounds…nice."

"I agree," you slid off the counter and wrapped your arms around him in a small hug, letting him have the option of returning the hug or shaking you off. It only took a few seconds before he returned the hug; and oh, was it ever a good hug, "I want to get to know you better too. Not just Marc, but you, Steven."

"Wow," he pulled back, a nervous but giddy little smile on his face, "I…you're wonderful."

"That'll be something you decide later on," you laughed and he looked at you with what could only be described as heart eyes. You pulled out your phone and passed it to him, "put in your number, Steven."

He did so, his hand almost shaking with excitement as he saved his information before passing the phone back to you. You quickly called his phone so he'd have your number as well, "I-I'll call you when I'm off, yeah?"

"Sounds perfect," you leaned in and kissed his cheek, which caused him to turn almost bright red,"whenever you're ready, let me know. See you soon, love."

"See you soon," his features were so soft as you waved at him before turning around to head out. You'd called him love. You'd kissed him. If he hadn't already pinched himself he would have been convinced this was a dream. But instead he realized that this was sweet, sweet reality, "wow."

And that was the first time you'd met Steven. They were so very different, but you learned them both in their own ways. 

This fic just received a 5 hour standing ovation from me in my room

Me and The Devil | modern day sorcerer!sukuna x sorcerer!reader

summary: when you first meet him, you have no idea what his technique is. all you know is that he's this big, beefy guy covered in tattoos—an absolute unit. he's the cockiest out of all of special grade sorcerers though, so it has to be something good. based off this blurb

content & warnings: AFAB reader, graphic depictions of violence, profanity, explicit smut, sukuna abuses his curse technique (he transforms into his true form self mid-fuck), p in v sex, hair pulling, creampie

w/c: 5.6k

a/n: i think this just might be my most annoying sukuna yet LOL. anyways, this was just an idea i had, based in a world where gege either has a heart or just doesn't exist. enjoy sukuna being a little slut!!

The jujutsu world sucked, but transferring from the Kyoto branch to the Tokyo branch made it suck a little less. Now that you think about it, all of the special grade sorcerers are based in Tokyo. 

Two of them are actually teachers—Gojo and Geto. 

It wasn’t an easy road getting here though, Gakuganji was not happy when you turned in the transfer papers, and made it known during those last two weeks through the missions you were assigned.

You were a grade 1, so you obviously had the ability to take on tougher cases when need be, but he made your life a living hell by giving you missions back to back– from 8:00 am to 8:00 pm, you worked. 

You’d think an old man who’s covered in piercings and listens to black sabbath would be chill, but he’s a petty bitch, just like the rest of the highers up. 

Even the students here are nicer and it’s probably because Principal Yaga was actually a good person, which is rare in this industry. It makes your life easier with the upcoming promotions. You offered to take a couple students under your wing, in turn you will be recommending them. 

You say taking them under your wing lightly. In reality, you’re just making them do your missions for you. If they for any reason need help– which they shouldn’t– then you’ll step in to exorcise the curse yourself.

“Ready to go Megumi?” You ask as he walks up to you. You were taking him with you to a mission that was out of town, it was around 2 hours away via train ride. 

“Yeah.” He gruffly responds, as angsty as ever. You have no idea how he’s gotten along with Gojo all these years, they’re the complete opposites. Not that you’re complaining, he’s a smart kid, he won’t be asking you any dumb questions on the trip there. 

“Wait!” You both hear someone call out from a good distance. From the way they yelped it out, you can only guess it’s Ijichi. 

You both stop and turn around. “We were ju–”

Megumi cuts you off, “WHAT?!” He yells at the man who’s already struggling to catch up, the scowl on his face continuing to grow. He’s spent a majority of his childhood having to wait on his benefactor that was voluntarily late for everything—in turn, he hates wasting time.

You had to hold back a laugh, he didn’t have to be that rude. You’re guessing it's learned behavior from Gojo. Ijichi runs a little faster, you have no idea how he’d let a teenager just bully him like that, but you guess it’s from the years of a certain sorcerer breaking down his spirit. 

“I just received some new information about the mission you’re headed to.” He says, out of breath, trying his best not to keel over.

“Is it being given to someone else?” You ask. 

“Kind of.” He says as he stands upright, heart rate finally settled. “One of the curses is actually special grade– we decided that you two could stay on it, just as long as a special grade sorcerer went with you. That way, Megumi can have two recommendations and get that promotion.” 

“Well that's good. Who’s going with us then.”

“The only special grade sorcerer available right now is Sukun–”

“Oh great.” You scoff. 

“Is.. there a problem with that?” Ijichi nearly squeaks out, he’s not used to getting an attitude from you, you’re usually nice to him.

“No.” You sigh, not sounding very convincing to him or the younger sorcerer. “When is he coming?”

“He said he was on his way, he’ll be here in about 15 to 20 minutes. He also said to meet him at the front of the school.”

“Kay.” You cross your arms and turn to walk towards the stairs at the entrance. “Let’s go Megumi.” You order the kid.

Usually he’d show some sort of pushback from being told around like that, but nothing scared him more than a woman in a bad mood, so he quietly followed behind you.

Sukuna is the last person you wanted to go on this mission with. You had hoped Yuki would’ve been the one to come along– luck has never been on your side though. Truth be told, you didn’t even know he was a sorcerer, let alone a special grade when you first met him.

It may have been a little prejudiced of you to immediately brush off the fact that he could’ve been a part of the jujutsu world based on the way he dressed, but can anyone blame you? He dresses like a bum– not even bothering to wear normal clothes, let alone jujutsu uniforms! Every single time you’ve seen him, he’s in a pair of sweats and a baggy t-shirt.

On top of that, he’s an arrogant asshole, he thinks he’s the shit, as if he was gods gift to earth. You still don’t even know what his technique is, everyone just says he’s “a beast”, whatever the hell that means. 

You would ask, but the last thing you want is to have a conversation with him, it’ll probably just end with him asking you what your bra size is, because he’s a fucking pervert. And you fully believe that from all the encounters you’ve had with him so far– the last one being just downright embarrassing.

The worst part about it was you didn’t even do anything. You had just gotten back from a full day of exorcising curses, turning in your paperwork, more than ready to go home afterwards. You were exhausted, yet you still had to wait for Principal Yaga to finish up an interview he was having with a potential new student. 

So there you were in the common area, staring off into space, because you were tired– then you hear the voice that you’ve grown to feel agitation towards whenever it infiltrates your ears. 

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.” 

You almost immediately snap out of it. “Huh?” 

“I said my eyes are up here,” Sukuna points at them as he repeats himself. “You’ve been staring at my ass for the past five minutes– a lil’ perverted don’t you think?”

“No I wasn’t.” You grimace at his accusation. 

For someone like Sukuna, any sort of reaction makes him want to tease you even more. “What were you staring at then?”

“I wasn’t staring at anything, I just dozed off.” You try to explain yourself. He believes you, but he’s bored and you’re fun to pick on. 

He nods as if he understands your struggles, then continues to add to them. “You took one look at it and started daydreaming, huh? How flattering” 

“Nobody’s staring at your fucking ass!” You snap at him and he looks rather pleased with himself. Geto just laughs, knowing damn well that it just encourages him to keep going.

Your heart drops when he starts walking towards you, grinning like an idiot. “Nope.” You say out loud, getting up from your seat. 

“Whad’ya mean no? C'mere.” He chuckles, getting closer. “I know you want some of this.” He says, holding his arms out, shamelessly offering himself to you. 

“You’re so fucking delusional, Sukuna.” You scoff, starting to walk away from him. “Stay away from me.” 

That all happened a month ago, and is still fresh in your memory. You’ve been dreading the thought of seeing him again, and now you’re supposed to spend the entire day with him. You really hated being a sorcerer sometimes.

At the 17 minute mark, he pulls up in a black BMW. It does not surprise you one bit, he makes a shit ton of money. 

Without a word, you and Megumi get in. You were hoping he’d sit in the front seat, but he for some reason decides to actually be respectful towards adults today, and sits in the back. There’s already a smile on his face when you open the door. It’s not sincere, it’s antagonizing and you want to smack it off of him.  

“Always a pleasure seeing you, sweetheart.” He drawls out, ignoring the teen in the back. 

“Wish I could say the same,” you mumble back, buckling your seatbelt.

Megumi apprehensively looks back and forth between you two from the backseat. The tension between you both is a thousand times worse than the tension between Gojo and Utahime.

“Still butthurt over last time?” He asks, picking up where he left off last time in terms of annoying the shit out of you. 

“What happened last time?” Megumi cuts in. For once you wish he’d mind his business and go on his phone. Nobara was right, he is a little gossiper. 

“I caught her st–”

“Nothing, Megumi.” You stop the man from finishing that sentence. You reach in your bag and take out a small pack of rice crackers and hand them to him, Gojo said they were his favorite snack. “Here, it’s gonna be a long ride, just relax until then.”

“Got any more for me?” Sukuna asks. 

You ignore his question and answer with a question that was actually relevant. “You have the address right?”

“Of course.” He says, pulling it up on the gps. 

“Great.” You let out a sigh, allowing your body to relax despite how much the special grade asshole triggers your fight or flight response. Thank god for earphones, you popped them in before he could find another way to mentally torture you. 

The only brightside to having him drive you both to the site is that it took 45 minutes instead of 2 hours, freeing up a couple hours of your day. In this line of work, there’s nothing you appreciate more than extra time. 

“Alright, we're here.” You hear Sukuna announce through the earbuds, prompting you to take them out.

You look out the window to look at the old, abandoned hospital. You had your work cut out for you today, not only is there a special grade curse in there, but it’s riddled with weaker ones ranging between grades 1-3.

The three of you step out of the car and scan the outside of the building, it’s one of the more eerie places sorcerers get sent to in terms of missions. You think about your younger, first-year self and how terrified she would’ve been of this place— thank god you’re not that girl anymore. 

Sukuna takes the initiative to cast a veil before leading you two to the closest place you could get to hell on earth. He’s not fazed by it, he walks into the eroded building without a care in the world, he’s taken missions like this a million times by now. 

Megumi knows the drill by now– weaker curses attack first, so you and Sukuna stand back while you watch him exorcise all of them one by one. He tries to start small talk with you, to which you pretend not to hear him. When he raises his voice in order for you to hear him, you tell him you’re trying to watch Megumi because you are his temporary guardian for the day. 

It’s whatever, he’ll get his chance to bother you again, eventually. 

30 minutes in, you’re fighting alongside Megumi because the stronger curses had finally started to reveal themselves. All while Sukuna continues to stay back and “observe”. Apparently he’s “reserving his energy” for when the big one pops up, but truth be told, he thinks he’s way too good to fight the more menial curses, leaving you and the boy to it. 

Neither of you were injured or showing signs of struggles anyways, he tells himself that you both had it all under control. 

Curses stop popping up… eventually. Both you and Megumi looked battered– clothes dirtied, a couple bruises here and there, out of breath because at one point they literally wouldn’t stop coming at you. 

And then there’s Sukuna– completely unscathed. Now that you think about it, the curses completely avoided him, you wonder why. 

“It’s here but it doesn’t wanna show itself.” He says, referring to the last one. “Guess I’m just gonna have to pull it out of hiding.” 

At this point, the three of you were in the back of the building, it allows Sukuna to completely flatten the place with just a flick of the wrist. You were about to finally ask what his technique was, but you don’t get the chance because an absolute behemoth of a curse pops up. 

The thing is huge, you have no idea how it was able to hide within the old hospital, it was about ¼ the size of what the building used to be before Sukuna demolished it. 

“Step back.” He looks over his shoulder and grins, “I got this.” He says, lazily walking up to the thing. 

You don't miss the way the curse takes a step back, as if it were reluctant to fight him. It made you think of when the curses from earlier were avoiding him and going straight to you and Megumi. It brings you to the realization that they were all afraid of him, including this one.

“Why is he taking his shirt off?” You ask Megumi, who’s not fazed one bit by Sukuna’s rather bizarre action.

“Just wait.” Megumi mumbles, studying the man intently—trying to see if he can learn something from him. Meanwhile there’s you, who is also studying Sukuna, but your attention’s more so on how godly his physique is. 

As if he couldn’t be anymore striking looks wise– his chest and back were even more defined than you’d imagined them to be, both adorned with tattoos. He even has nipple piercings. Some people just had it all, and Sukuna was unfortunately one of them.

Your attention’s taken off of his nipple piercings when he gets into a defensive stance and does some weird hand sign—something similar to Megumi whenever he summons his shikigami. The ground beneath him begins to thrum, flames start to spark all around him.

So his technique’s been fire this whole time? You think he's going to lay out his domain, but it's something much more interesting.

His body changes– taking on a monstrous form. A second pair of arms emerge from the flames, an extra pair of eyes burned through his face. He looks like something that came straight out of hell, but why's he kinda…

“Holy fuck.” You mumble under your breath. No wonder why he dresses the way he does, it finally clicks.

“Yeah.” The teen agrees with you. There’s a reason why he didn’t protest like he usually would when Ijichi said Sukuna was coming along, getting a front row seat to watch him fighting was rare. “He’s the only one that rivals Gojo-sensei.”

You notice his bottom eye glancing at you right before charging at the curse, you swore the curse let out a little yelp too. You almost felt sorry for the thing, it literally tried to run from him, but barely got the chance to turn around before Sukuna stuck all four of his hands into it and ripped it in half.

It was gruesome, you never want to hear the noise it made ever again– but that was a lot to ask for in your line of work. 

In the end, it took him 2.5 seconds to exorcise it– you don’t know if you should be impressed or annoyed. You all could’ve been out of here a long time ago had he helped from the beginning.

You continue to watch him, he’s just staring at his blood stained arms and hands before he burns them off– cleaning himself with fire. Once he was done with that, he comes striding back with the usual smug look on his face. 

“You enjoy the show?” He asks. 

Megumi immediately says yes, like a fucking fan. A part of you almost feels betrayed since he doesn’t realize how much time was wasted from him not helping earlier. 

You scoff. “If it was that easy for you, why couldn’t you just help us out earlier?!” You immediately grill him and he just snickers like a fucking asshole. 

“It’s a group mission, sweetheart.” He reminds you as he walks up, still in his monstrous form. “You two handle the curses in your grade, I handle the one in mine.” He flashes a smile, even his teeth are sharper. 

He’s breathtaking.

Not that you’d ever admit that.

“Whatever. You can turn back now.” You avert your eyes from him as you let him know. Why is it getting hot all of the sudden?

“What's the rush for?” He teasingly asks. “Does this form make you nervous? Don’t worry sweetheart, I don’t bite.”

“I’m sure you do with those chompers.” You mumble in return, still refusing to directly look at him. 

“Ooof. You wound me baby.” He says, rubbing his ridiculously chiseled chest as he takes a step closer towards you, well aware of how overwhelming his presence can be in this form.

“Okay ew.” Megumi cuts in, he's had enough of whatever the hell this is. “Can you two wait until I’m not here before you start fucking flirting with each other?”

“We weren’t fl–”

Sukuna cuts you off, “Sure thing.” 

Megumi mumbles something under his breath about how disgusting you two are, you don't really catch it though. You were more focused on calming down, which was hard because you could feel Sukuna still looking at you as if he were going to tear you apart next.

His eyes linger on you a little longer before taking his attention off of you completely. 

Where did his t-shirt even go?

He flung it to the side, it couldn’t have gone too far. It takes him a couple minutes before he finally finds it– turning back into his original form and putting it back on.

The car ride back was filled with Megumi asking him a bunch of questions while he gladly answered them. You had your ear phones in again, pretending like you weren’t listening, but you were, in hopes of maybe learning something.

To your surprise, you actually do. Your curse technique was air manipulation, you’re pretty sure you can come up with your own version of cleave if you amplified it.

You grudgingly admit to yourself that time really does fly when one’s having fun, because before you knew it, he had pulled up in front of the staircase that led to the school. Megumi was quick to get out, because let’s face it, he is still 15 and more than ready to relax and play video games– or do whatever he likes to do in his free time.

You’re also more than ready to relax, but Sukuna locks the doors right when you reach for the handle. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I was thinking,” he leans over the console. “You and I started off on the wrong foot.”

“And who’s fault is that?” You brows knit together.

“No ones,” he so innocently says. “I just never knew that you’d take first impressions that seriously.”

“You made fun of me for a whole 20 minutes after finding out what my technique was.” You remind him. 

He clicks his tongue in response, completely gaslighting you over what had happened. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“You started calling me Aang and The Last Airbender!” You yell and he bursts out laughing because he still finds it funny. “It’s not fucking funny Sukuna that was my first week of working here.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry–” He holds his hands up in defense. “I couldn’t fuckin’ help it, it was too easy.” He continues to laugh, not showing an ounce of regret. 

“And then you continue to straight up harass me every time you see me!” You continue, hoping he’d get why you’re not the biggest fan of his. 

“I don’t harass you,” he continues to deny, what he would consider, accusations from you. “You just held a grudge from that day and never gave me another chance after that.”

“Yeah, because you’re a dick. You wouldn’t even help out during the mission.”

“Let me make it up to you then. How about let’s go grab some drinks or something while I’m still in town, I’ll even pay.” He offers, acting almost as if he were doing you a favor. 

“You wanna grab drinks?”

“Mhm.”

“Like a date?”

“Exactly,” he nods. “You catch on pretty quick.”

You try your best not to laugh in his face, he really doesn’t even try to hide how arrogant he is. You’re about to say no, you really should say no, but then you remember the nipple piercings and the way his back muscles flexed when walking up to the curse earlier.

“I’ll think about it.”

You still hated him for the way he treated you during your previous encounters, but there was nothing wrong with leaving the door open.

—

When you said you’d “think about it”, Sukuna already knew you weren’t going to be reaching out to him anytime soon. 

Which is why he didn’t immediately return the bracelet that you dropped at the curse site. He saw it glimmering in the rubble and immediately knew that was going to be his golden ticket to your heart… and other parts of you. 

He waited 3 days, for no reason other than to let the thought of him simmer in your mind, maybe hate him a little less. But he was leaving for another overseas mission in 3 days, he’ll be gone for two weeks– surely you’d want your bracelet back before then, right?

He pulls out his phone and dials the number he harassed Ijichi for, watching the bracelet dangle from his hold as he patiently waits for you to pick up. He also got a peak of your schedule this week (thanks Ijichi), you shouldn’t be busy at all right now. 

After the third ring, you finally pick up. “Hello?”

“Yo, it’s Sukuna. You left your bracelet in my car.” He cuts to chase, slightly twisting the truth while he does so.

“Oh… thanks?” You say apprehensively, thanking him felt weird. “You can just drop it off at the school tomorrow.” 

“No need, I'm outside your house.” He shamelessly reveals and your heart drops to your ass. 

“Wh– how do you know where I live? How did you even get my number?” You frantically ask. He imagines you panicking over his surprise visit and it brings him a sick sense of satisfaction. 

Another unhinged sentence flows out of his mouth as if it were normal, “You really think Ijichi would say no to me if I asked for your information?” He chuckles. You can hear him shut the car door through the phone. “Gonna let me in or what?”

“Fine.” You huff out before hanging up the phone, there was no point in staying on the phone with him if you were going to see him in a second. You hop off the couch and take a deep breath.

It’s just Sukuna, no reason to be nervous, you hate him, remember? You wipe your hands against your shorts– no clue as to why they clammed up all the sudden– before turning the door knob. 

You nearly startle out of your skin, he is standing way too close to the fucking door and he is so much taller than you remember. Even as he slouches against the doorframe, he is still towering over you, you can also smell the Dior Sauvage radiating off his skin. Even when he does nothing, he's still entirely too much for you. 

“Fuckin’ finally–” He groans and lets himself in. “It’s hot as fuck out there.” He states the obvious, you’ve had the AC blasting all day. You watch him in disbelief as he makes himself comfortable in your home, going straight to your fridge to see if there is anything for him to drink. 

He’s worse than Gojo. You guess that’s just a quirk that comes with being a Special Grade Sorcerer– they demand space rather than worry about taking up too much of it. 

He pulls out a beer, “Can I have this?”

“Surprised you’re asking when you didn’t even ask if you can look in the fridge.” 

“Good point.” He says before effortlessly popping the cap off the bottle using his teeth, you continue to stare at him in disbelief. “Gawkin’ at me again.” He points out and takes a sip of his (your) beer. 

“Sorry, I don’t know how to exactly act when a coworker, who’s barely a coworker, barges into my home and raids my fridge.” You nearly pout as you cross your arms. 

He smiles and takes one more sip before setting it down. “So sensitive.” 

You roll your eyes at his lack of care. “Can I have my bracelet back now?”

“Oh– yeah.” He acts as if he almost forgot, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out the dainty gold chain that has a pink butterfly on it. “The clasp was broken, so I fixed it.”

“Really?” You take it from him and inspect it. Looks like he actually did, the clasp was slightly darker than the rest of the chain, no one would notice though. “Wow, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He looks way too proud of himself. “Consider it my apology for that one time.”

“It wasn’t just one time.” You kindly remind him.

“No need to bring up all the other times,” he uses the same fake-pleasant tone as you. He takes the bracelet from you and clasps it around your wrist. 

“Such a gentleman, Sukuna.”

“I’m a feminist too.” He adds, flashing that million dollar smile of his.

“Okay, cut the shit.” You stop him from saying anything else. “What do you want?”

—

“Taking me so fucking good baby– y’know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this?”

You’re not exactly sure what it was that he said that got you in this position, or if it was even words themselves that led to this. 

Maybe it was the way he looked at you. 

Or the way he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you in, slipping his tongue in your mouth the moment his lips touched yours.

All you know is he promised you’d enjoy yourself somewhere along the way and now he has you in the world's meanest arch— ass hiked up nice and high, pulling you back to meet each and every one of his powerful thrusts. He digs his nails into your hips while you grip the sheets, holding on for dear life as he delivers the backshots he promised.

You thought he’d be one of those guys that would try to stay quiet in bed, he’s not. He lets out the most deep and sinful moans each time you tighten around his unbelievably thick cock, he tells you how much of a good girl you are, he chants your name like it’s a fucking prayer. 

“Kuna– w-wait,” you whine out.

“What’s wrong?” He asks mockingly. He grabs you by your hair and pulls you up, not letting up on his harsh thrusts. “Want me to stop?” 

“N-no, I–” You falter, not knowing exactly what it is that you actually want. He wraps his free hand around your neck and pounds into you even harder.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought,” He mutters in you ear, you can feel him smirking against you. “Just be a good girl and let go for me, yeah?”

You pathetically nod because anything else would’ve come out as a strangled moan– all that can be heard right now is harsh slaps and wet squelches while he continues to drive his cock into you. You’re pretty sure you came for the 4th time just a couple seconds ago and he thinks so too, drawing a chuckle out of him. 

He knew you’d like his dick. 

“Gonna let me cum in you? Fuuuck—want me to fill you up?” He groans, thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” you shamelessly beg in between moans. “Fuck yes– give it to me, fill me up Kuna.”

“Fuck– alright,” he sputters out with a smile, shaking his head– not expecting you to start begging like that, at all. 

He lets go of your hair and wraps both arms around your waist, doubling over while keeping up the sloppy pace. His breath tickles against your ear as his groans become needier, whinier. He tries his best not to bite down when he buries his face into the crook of your neck– not quite sure if you’re into that kinda shit. 

Maybe next time. 

“Fuck!” He slams a hand down onto the bed, holding you both up while he starts pumping you full of his cum. 

It so much, it’s begins to seep out of you before he’s even done cumming and he keeps fucking you well after the fact– making your toes curl, crying out his name as he overstimulates you both.

He doesn’t come to a full stop and takes his time to come down from his high, slowly rocking back and forth inside you. 

“You good?” He softly murmurs in your ear, slowly pulling out of you– keeping in mind that you might be a little sensitive right now.

“Yeah.” You sigh, trying to catch your breath, collapsing face down on the bed. 

He chuckles, “Don’t tap out just yet– m' not done with ya.” 

“What do you mea–” Your questions cut off from a familiar thrumming noise, making your words get caught in your throat. 

You reluctantly turn around to find him in his… other form, with a smug grin on his face. You swear you feel a part of your soul leave your body when the mouth appears on his stomach. “Don’t look so scared, sweetheart.” He laughs at the visible shock on your face. “Lookin’ at me like I’m some kinda monster.”

He makes you wrap your hands around his neck while one pair of his arms holds on to your waist. The other pair grab the backs of your knees and push them up to your chest. You didn’t think he could reach inside of you any deeper, but he does as he continues to fuck you without a care in the world. 

You feel everything, every inch, every vein. 

The grip he has your waist and legs is strong while he uses you like his own personal fuck toy, continuously slamming you down on all 10 inches of him. While you’re a crying mess, he’s in absolute heaven– moaning your name, not shutting up over how good you feel wrapped around him. 

The whole thing’s just insane, he drops your body down on to his length when he fucks up into you, the tongue on his stomach laps at your clit. You were a fool to think he was nasty before—having him use your body like this, giving you inescapable pleasure, just feels downright sinful. 

It almost feels wrong, but the thought slowly gets swept away each time his fat tip slides against your sweet spot, each time that hot, wet tongue swipes against your clit. 

He loves the way you clench around him when his extra tongue flicks harshly against your sensitive bundle of nerves, the way you stare at it in disbelief– nothing but concern on your face, yet your moans say otherwise. 

“Feelin’ good baby?” He asks. 

“Mhm,” you frantically nod, you couldn’t even hide it if you tried. “Is this even l-legal?”

“I have no idea.” He laughs through the loud slaps and wet squelches that filled the room. 

He fucks you for hours, in multiple positions.

Positions you didn’t even know were possible, but he made happen with the extra limbs he had. 

Sukuna’s just as ruthless in bed as he is in a battle, he was ripping you apart like he did with that curse, just in a different way. 

You don’t even remember passing out, let alone what time you fell asleep. The last thing you remember was him praising you for squirting on him for the nth time– he wore you the fuck out, broke you in like a brand new pair of shoes. 

Your usual alarm goes off at 6:00 am, like it does on every work day. You let out a sigh and shove your face in the pillow, trying to drown out the noise of the repetitive beeping. It’s become easy to ignore after all these years. 

What’s hard to ignore is the foreign grumbling you hear right next to you, making your head pop up and eyes shoot open. 

You’re immediately met with a messy head of pink hair, sprawled over your bed– taking up more than half of it, as if it were his. The blankets are just barely covering him, you can see his ass crack peeking through the sheets.

“Turn that shit off.” He boyishly complains with a fucking frown on his face. 

You immediately get up, reach over his body, and slam the alarm clock off. “Get up.” You snap at him. 

He apprehensively opens one eye, trying to gauge how annoyed you are at him for spending the night. You can’t possibly be mad at him for this, he was tired too!

“That’s no way to treat a guest.” He says in return, pulling you in to lay on top of him and closing his eyes again. 

“It is when the said guest overstays their welcome.” You hiss back, trying to get up but the hold he has on you is just too strong. 

“So mean.” He complains. “Thought I fucked the attitude outta’ ya last night.”

You groan at his laxness, saying something along the lines of how fucking irritating he was. He doesn’t seem to care and even goes as far as to almost falling asleep again, but you keep him from doing so by slapping his chest. 

“Let go, I have work in two hours!” You began to whine at the big brute of a man. 

“I doubt you can even walk right now.” He stubbornly responds.

“Yes I can.”

“Alright.” He lets go of you. “Let’s see it then.”

You already struggle to push yourself off of him and he catches you by your arm when you almost fall off the bed. “Told you so.”

“Last night was such a fucking mistake.” You began to say to yourself, it sounded like a whimper to Sukuna and he snickers to himself.

“Fuckin’ drama queen.” He continues to laugh and shakes his head. “How about this– I’ll heal you and help you out with your missions today.”

“You know how to use RCT?” You ask, interest now piqued.

“Of course I do.” He scoffs. “Fuck I look like to you?”

You hold back on saying something mean, because you’d really like to get healed right now without having to tell Shoko how you ended up like this. “Alright, fine. But just a heads up, Inumaki’s going to be with me for the day.”

He groans into the pillow, obviously not happy with that piece of information. “Do you have an iPad?”

“...No. Why?”

“I don’t understand anything that kid fuckin’ says.” He complains. 

“You’ll be fine.” You pat his shoulder. “Now get up and heal me already. We have a long day ahead of us.”

notes: fun fact! i was listening to the kyoto x im god mashup while writing this. i had so much fun making this version of him. i feel like if he had been born in the same era as the rest and was (somewhat) nurtured as a child, he’d have so much fun with his life LOL. just completely unserious, making fun of people all the time, and just overall living his best, slutty life.

anyways, i may or may not turn this into a series 🫣 idk, we’ll see. i’d have to drop one of my current ones though.

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As it Was II: His Girl

Summary: You haven’t always been his girl. Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader A/N: ANGST! Thank you for all the feedback and love! As it Was will be a 3 part series. Part 2 is told from Bucky’s perspective. See you next time for Part 3 :)

It’s always relief that washes over him first when he pulls into the road, seeing the house the same as when he left. The pinwheels, the mailbox, the swing you shove him into even though you know he doesn’t fit.

His playful girl with a stubborn streak.

It’s been two weeks without his girl and his home. He’s been on longer missions, but two weeks is two weeks too long, just as they all are.

The second emotion he feels is anticipation. Excitement for the embrace he’ll give and receive. The kisses, the fingers through his hair, the knowledge that you will be rushing downstairs and into his arms.

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satoru pushes his tip inside you and cries. like literal fat tears because your pussy is so damn addicting.

"mmh fhhuck! missed my sweet pussy so much, baby," he whimpers.

"ah! but we just fucked an h-hour ago."

"felt like a week to me. shit. ahhh, taking me so well." you feel something wet fall on you skin, almost like a sweat drop but when you look at his face, your angel boy is crying. you try to get him off you to figure out what's wrong.

"no no no, baby. where you goin'?" he pulls you back into his embrace and onto his dick. "don't go ngh–gonna make you feel so good, i promise."

"toru, are you crying?"

"c-can't help it. you make me go fucking crazy, princess. sweet. fucking. cunt. making me cry. who woulda thought—holy shit."

you are convinced this is the highest form of appreciation you have ever gotten. pussy so good, made the strongest sorcerer cry.