Been Working Out More ~

Happy Birthday Nanami Kento

♡﹗˚ ༘ Paint the Town Red ˚ ༘﹗♡

Sukuna x female reader, drabble, period sex, dacryphilia, it's sukuna idk what y'all expected... not proof read

MDNI

Thinking of Ryomen Sukuna who loves fucking you on your period.

Who loves though he’d never admit it how you cuddle against him so closely, guiding his arms around so they enclose your cramping tummy

Who loves the way your tender, heavy breasts feel in his big hands, how utterly sensitive every part of you is

Who loves how volatile you are one minute, shouting curses and obscenity at him, then a sobbing, apologetic mess the next

Who loves when you're slobbering and crying as only one of his two thick cocks slam into you 

Who loves how slick and pliable your pussy gets when it’s leaking blood. You whine about how gross it is yet your moans say otherwise

Speaking of blood…

Ryomen Sukuna who just adores your bloody, messy cunt

Who loves the taste of it on his tummy mouth and his real tongue, so bittersweet and satiating. He is a cannibal afterall

“Ryo…” You hiccup, face buried in his large chest. “T-too mu-uch–” Cut off by your own squeal as he pumps another load into you, the crimson red mixing so beautifully with his white seed. 

“Aww~” Sukuna cooed. “You poor little thing.” He licked a stray tear, holding your face so delicately as you shudder from an orgasm. 

THIS HAS ME GOING FERAL

(ii) things about SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI

pairing : sugar daddy ! toji x fem / afab ! reader

warnings : pt. 1 is HERE, like i said toji is a pervert, degradation, "pricing" activities (you'll get what i mean when you read), upside-down blowjob (like. head hanging off the bed), thigh riding, manhandling, bondage, semi-protected sex through birth control, implications of (very minimal) pet play, basically just filth. and a bit of humor ! and maybe a tiny bit wholesome in the end

smut under the cut, minors dni

reblogs and comments are appreciated ୨♡୧

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI frankly sees you as more than his sugar baby at this point, but once in a while he likes to joke about it in ways that don't seem like he is. as in, while he's inched fully down your throat, his much larger hand grips around your head and forces you to look up at him with your teary eyes as he says, "that's right, doll. giving daddy a $500 blowjob. work a little harder and that might become $1000."

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI, while we're on the topic of blowjobs, loves fucking your face while you're laid on your back on the bed, and your head is hung upside down at the edge. it's practically a 69, but toji's got the upper hand. he takes it as the perfect position to completely loom over you, choke you with his cock, while he has full access to the rest of your body. of course, who else does your pussy belong to if not him?

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI kind of has an obsession with you thigh riding him while he just leans back and watches you. there was one time suguru called in the middle of you absolutely making a mess on toji's trousers, and he just answered as if you weren't just pressing yourself on his leg. you tried to be good, since toji gave you that piercing look, mouthing "don't stop". however, a few moans escaped as you whined and gripped his shoulders, toji simply apologizing to geto saying that it was his dog. geto knows he doesn't have a dog.

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI uses belts almost all of the time if you two are practicing bondage. like, of course you don't expect him to give you silk ribbons and be gentle right? the man doesn't even bother to buy rope. he especially likes making a leash out of one and holding the long end as you ride him, since you clench around him every time he gives it a little tug.

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI carries a lot of pride, but that doesn't mean he's one of those guys who don't want to admit that you feel like absolute heaven. whenever he slides himself into your slick and wanton cunt, it feels like he never has before. profanities leave his lips, he's more vocal than ever, as he claims you with his cock; "my fucking god, nothing makes me feel so—holy fuck—so fucking drunk like this pussy does."

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI doesn't really process how strong he is sometimes. again, because he's absolutely bottoming out into you because you feel like velvet around him. but when your wooden headboard breaks for the third time within a few months, all because toji fucks you a little too hard for your furniture, he only shrugs and says "what? princess, i pay for things more expensive than a stupid headboard. i'll just buy you a new one again." then again, you're a tad surprised he hasn't drilled holes into the floor (though there is a crack forming in your wall that you haven't noticed. of course—toji's fault).

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI likes to just casually play with you, especially when you're busy reading or on your phone, or when you're busy reading on your phone. you protest at first, saying that you're just trying to concentrate. but when he whispers a "it'll feel good, darling. just read and i won't distract you so much", you melt into it and eventually squirm as he keeps playing with your clit. of course, whatever you were doing is forgotten and you press more against toji as your lips are ajar. he's got you wrapped around his finger, but he's around yours too.

Unfortunately painfully accurate

which ao3 tag are you?

not now kitten, daddy has to write strange self indulgent fan fiction.

I want to shut up forever but I’m always thinking of more dumb shit to say

.ᐟ Masterlist .ᐟ

♱ JJK

Sukuna...

Paint the Town Red

Let Go

Others...

to be announced

♱ MHA

Shinsou...

Still With You

Wake Up Call

Fck Me

Muse

Espresso

Others...

to be announced

♱ GENSHIN

I am no longer writing for Genshin

Xiao...

Tear You Apart

Come on Fuck Me Emo Boy

Headcannons

Dottore...

Headcannons

Childe...

Love is a Bitch

♱ BSD

Dazai...

After the Fire Dies

Fyodor...

After the Fire Dies

Others...

to be anounced

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭

hitoshi shinsou x female reader

summary: in which hitoshi unexpectedly finds himself getting off to a photo of his classmate.

↳ warnings: 18+, nsfw, college au, established friendship, masturbation, light exhibitionism/voyeurism (aged up characters)

a/n: hope you like this lil’ drabble! don’t worry toshi stans, i plan to write more full-length content for him in the future :)

Hitoshi was no stranger to 3am, as is natural for an insomniac. Not only did he find himself to be more productive after 9pm, but he’d also grown to enjoy the stillness that settled over the dorms and the darkness that creeped down the hallway outside his door. He often spent this time catching up on homework, or winding down from the long day of training without worry of being disturbed.

It was an uncommonly quiet night. Usually, he could hear Tokoyami, a fellow night owl, up and clattering about in the common area. Occasionally, the pipes in his walls would creak and groan as someone, likely Midoriya coming back from a late night run, showered, but not tonight. Hitoshi couldn’t even hear Y/N, his classmate and friend whom he shared a wall with, shuffling about. Tonight the dorms were noiseless, leading him to believe that all of his classmates were asleep.

Unfazed by the silence, Histoshi busied himself with little tasks just like he would any other night. He spent an hour or two finishing an essay, mended a tear in his capture scarf, and packed up his book bag before deciding to take a well deserved break.

After carefully placing his favorite vinyl on his record player, he stripped off his shirt, threw on a pair of pajama pants, and settled into bed. As the soft music filled the room, he unplugged his phone, intending to browse instagram for a while.

Humming along to the song, Hitoshi scrolled through countless photos and videos of his friends and classmates. Ashido had posted a dance cover that he liked and left a comment under. A little further down Todoroki had uploaded a family photo with his father’s head cropped out. Hitoshi couldn’t help but cackle at that. And then he came upon a very different photo. It was posted a few hours ago the very girl that was asleep just on the other side of his wall, Y/N.

The picture was of her, laughing and smiling as she was being smooshed between the girls from Class 1A. But what made this photo unique was that it was taken during the girls trip to the beach last weekend, and Y/N was in a bikini.

Hitoshi’s eyes widened as he drew in an unusually shaky breath. He’d never seen his classmate in anything less than her school uniform or hero costume which, much to his dismay, was not very revealing. He glanced nervously at the wall they shared, as if she’d somehow phase through it at any moment and bear witness to his wandering eyes.

Clearing his throat, Hitoshi scrolled away from the post, but as he half heartedly watched a work out video Midoriya had uploaded, his mind kept wandering back to the photo.

Though he was alone, Hitoshi tilted the screen a bit closer to his chest, a light blush staining his cheeks. One more peak couldn’t hurt…With a quick search, he’d pulled up her account, bikini pic proudly pinned at the top.

Feeling a bit like a pervert, Hitoshi’s eyes wandered over his friend’s half-naked body. She was much… softer than he expected. The serious mask she put on during combat training had somehow led him to believe she was all sharp edges and strength, but the gentle curves of her torso said otherwise.

Not only was he transfixed by the light sheen of sweat shimmering on her smooth skin, but also by the swimsuit she dawned. It seemed to hug her in all the right places, just barely teasing what might be underneath. And though she was surrounded by plenty of scantily clothed women, he just couldn’t pull his gaze away from her.

A low groan escaped his throat as he threw his hand over his eyes, telltale signs of arousal earning a reaction from his body.

Good lord, he was pathetic. As though he’d never seen a woman before, a simple bikini photo had him pitching a tent.

Sighing, Hitoshi peaked through his fingers at his erection. He’d have to take care of that before he could move on with his night.

Maybe he could use the photo?

No… Y/N was his friend and a rather good one at that. She trusted him. They respected one another.

But the thought of getting off to someone else made his brows furrow in dissatisfaction. He couldn’t, not when she had been the source of his excitement. Hitoshi huffed in frustration. This was no good.

Maybe… maybe she wouldn’t mind? Maybe she intended for him to see this photo when she’d posted it!

It was with these feeble justifications that Hitoshi’s resolve easily crumbled. Without another thought, he hurriedly yanked down his pajama pants, red, aching cock springing free.

Just this once.

Humming with relief, he gripped his throbbing member. Setting a slow pace, Hitoshi’s gaze wandered back down to his phone, the screen illuminating his fucked out expression in the dim room.

Hitoshi stroked his cock lazily as he began committing the shape of her to memory. The subtle slope of her hips, the curve of her breasts... even the way her hair, wind-blown and salty, fell over her shoulders.

Had she always been this beautiful?

A whimper caught in Hitoshi’s throat as his thumb caught on the tip. Without the presence of mind to feel guilty, he imagined it was Y/N’s hands running over him instead. In his mind’s eye he could see her, big, round eyes staring longingly up at him, practically begging for him to take her. Hitoshi moaned at the mere thought.

Would she want to blow him? His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he envisioned her waiting patiently on her knees for him, mouth open and ready to receive.

Groaning, he thought of all the ways in which he might pleasure her. He’d tie her up, eat her out, and leave her gasping for more. Oh, and he just knew she would sound absolutely exquisite. What he wouldn’t give to hear little whines and whimpers rolling off her tongue as she pleaded for release.

By now, grunts and moans fell freely from Hitoshi’s lips as he panted without care of who might hear. His hand began to move quicker, his movements growing sloppier as he approached his high. Throwing down his phone, Hitoshi gripped the base of his cock tightly. With a desperate whine of his friend’s name, sticky, hot ropes of cum shot out, covering his bare, heaving chest.

Hitoshi raked a shaky hand through his mussed, purple hair as he came down from his high. He hadn’t finished that hard in quite some time and boy, had he missed it. Just as he was beginning to catch his breath, a ‘ding’ from his phone caught his attention.

Not even bothering to clean himself up, he picked up his phone, curious to see who might have texted him this late at night.

A jolt of surprise zapped through him as his screen lit up with the notification.

Y/N

‘Whatcha doin over there? Sure sounds like fun ;)’

Caught off guard, Hitoshi‘s eyes flicked between his phone and his wall. She’d heard him? He’d thought she was asleep…

Maybe he could play this off somehow? Licking his lips nervously, he typed out a quick response.

Toshi

‘Wouldn’t you like to know ;)’

Copying her little winky face, he pressed send, hopeful it implied his volume had been intentional even if it hadn’t.

Y/N

‘Why don’t you come over here and show me?’

Hitoshi had never moved so fast in his life.

tags:

˖⁺.꒷꒦Let Go꒦꒷˖⁺.

Sukuna x Reader,

piss kink blurb

degradation, established relationship, true form Sukuna, fem-reader, MDNI

AN: this is intend to be a crack fic, if you are into this no judgement, but! I do not share your opinion, I wrote this as a challenge :) enjoy!

Stop squirming,” Sukuna said firmly, two large hands grabbing at your hips to stop them from moving.

“I need to use the bathroom, ‘Kuna, I’ll be right back,” your voice was laced with sleep, it must have been sometime after midnight.

“No,” you sighed heavily at his static reply, bladder aching. You had drank too much sake at dinner.

“Pleeease ‘Kuna! The bathroom is just right there,” you pleaded. Though you were used to your husband's ridiculous demands, this one was just plain cruel. He grunted, then loosened his grip on your hips. You wasted no time in hopping out of bed and skittering over to the sliding door, but before you could even reach the handle, you were abruptly hoisted into the air, wrenching a yelp from your throat. As two large arms caged your middle, you readied your legs to kick at the man who held you, irritated with this clingy side of him. But, instead of the insults you intended to hurl at him, only a choked gasp left you.

“What are you doing!?” you tried to wrestle out of his grip, but the arms that held you up were too strong. His remaining hands slithered up your body, palms pressing into your abdomen. Pushing, you realized, on your bladder.

“‘Kuna what the hell!”

“Go.”

“I can’t, you're holding me too tight.”

“No, urinate, I mean.”

“Now?! Sukuna, I am not going to do that.”

He simply snickered, “I thought you wanted to try this.”

He said matter-of-factly, alluding to an earlier conversation. You’d read something about a piss kink in one of your raunchy books and had been oddly curious, but this was not the right time nor the right place to explore it, and you were just straight up embarrassed.

“I-I did but–”

“Then it shouldn't be a problem.”

“But, Uraume will have to clean–”

“Don’t you dare speak another's name right now.”

Oh. You recognized the familiar bulges pressing against your lower back. He was getting hard. This only served to make you more embarrassed and, to your dismay, aroused. The pressure in your lower stomach had built and now that you weren't lying down, you felt the liquid threaten to trickle out. There’d be no way to hide it, wearing nothing underneath your robes, the same as Sukuna. You clenched your muscles, trying to stop the impending golden shower, but it was to no avail. One of the hands on your bladder moved, feeling its way up towards your breasts. Even with some of the outside pressure released, it did nothing to relieve the stress on your bladder. You felt Sukuna’s chest rise and fall with a laugh. He held you up so easily, like you weighed nothing.

“‘Kuna,” your voice sounded lustful even to your own ears, unintentionally adding to the haze in your brain, “please just let me go, I can’t hold it in.”

“Good,” he sounded entirely too pleased with himself.

You whimpered, it was a futile attempt. Slowly, achingly, warm pee trickled out of your cunt, dripping down your thighs in a steady stream and dribbling onto the tatami mats with a drop, drop, drop. Your face burned as your hands squeezed the large arms around you, nails digging into his tattooed flesh. As he kept grinding against you and an involuntary squeak passed your lips.

This was humiliating, but dear lord, did it feel good. So you finally gave up, surrendering to the disgusting act, letting your core loosen and everything spray out.

“Nasty little pet, look at how much you had in there,” his words were mean, but still you ate them up.

“I know you’re embarrassed, but you’re doing so well.”

He brought the hand on your chest back down to press again on your stomach, forcing everything out of you. You didn't try to squirm this time, letting him do as he pleased.

Sukuna’s cocks had grown so hard they were hurting. He lifted you higher, slotting between your legs, your wetness seeping through to his own parted robes, spilling down his now exposed lengths. He used your body like a toy, rubbing your leaking cunt on his boner. He was a gross creature, but this was originally your idea. After a moment, he slowly inched you to the floor so your toes were grazing the wet mats, the pee leaving your thighs uncomfortably sticky. He released one arm to pump one of his cocks, he then parted your own robe allowing himself access to your pussy. He could smell the arousal over the urine, his ego erected higher than his two cocks.

You twisted in his hold to see his face better, tears brimming your eyes and blushing all the way to your ears. You saw the cock in his hand, illuminated by the moonlight, and swallowed hard. Why was your husband such a weirdo? And when did you become as foul as him?

——

The next morning, while you two ate in comfortable silence in the dining room, a loud and frustrated curse came from the bedroom. Later that morning, you passed the chambers and caught Uraume nailing in new mats, mumbling under his breath. You decided to keep what you saw to yourself, and remain silent when Sukuna complained about the next meal Uraume had poorly prepared.

holy shit- that xiao fic got so many notes omg -///- i wasnt expecting that