JUJUT5U K4IS3N IC0N5 !? 今シーズンの最高のアニメははは、エピソードが恋しいです！

sleepless night's

(Tattoo artist!toji x afab reader!!! )

wc : 2.6k

minors dni!

warnings : alcohol ! , breeding! , mentions pregnancy , rough sex ? bad grammar !!- don't stay if you don't like it

You've meet him once. I mean how can you forget those beautiful green eyes that stole a glimpse at you that night , his arms fully covered in tattoos — those big hands on the bike letting the engine blow loudly before he scoots away. it was in the middle of the night when you're meet him .

The mysterious driver took his black helmet off his head, his raven black hair falls into his face and just as he wants to fix his hair he feels your eyes on him - as you take a look you don't trust your eyes, the air gets stuck in your throat, time suddenly stops. He runs his powerful fingers through his tousled hair and carefully gets off the bike, pulling the black leather jacket around him. Toji turns around cautiously to see who is watching him so creepily, the urge to look away is great but watching him is even greater his emerald green eyes meet your dark hazel eyes, a small grin forms on his lips the scar on his lips spreads slightly making him look even more dangerous. His eyes travel once down your curves from your sweet face to your breasts and your wide hips that are perfect for childbearing, you must surely be freezing in those short clothes. His hungry gaze scares you, your gaze falling back to your phone. Your thick legs rub together as you realize he's checked you out.

His thick fingers caress small circles on your skin, his hand moves lower to your thick legs - toji can already taste you on his warm tongue, the sweet smell of your pussy is just heavenly. his rough pink tongue goes up and down, you feel something tiny around his lips that reminds you of a piercing; his tongue piercing slowly plays with your clit. toji's piercings paint little circles on your clit, it takes your breath away, what a feeling and he hasn't even touched you properly yet. You melt on his tongue, greedily he slurps your juice. The little silver thing connected to his tongue is killing you - your ears start ringing, you're about to climax and he stops. His hands hold onto your thick thighs for a better view you moan as he slaps your clit. The bittersweet taste on your tongue after the slap has you hooked for more. His soft lips spread little kisses on your inner thighs. BEEP BEEP BEEP A glance at the clock tells you it's time to get up - what a strange dream, you don't know this handsome man - you've never experienced anything like this before. But that was not your last wet dream about him. You take your pillow and scream in despair, how can this be? The dream was just perfect. The next nights were all the same, it was the same dream every time, it's a miracle that he shows up in your dreams and robs you of any kind of sleep. Who is this guy and what is he after you for. The dream ends each time with the two of you sleeping together. The dreams are starting to drive you crazy. Your girlfriend didn't want to believe you at first, until she noticed you were acting strangely as the sleep got less and less, or when you walked by the tattoo store. Your friend was tired of you losing your mind over a dream, maybe something would change if you met him in person. made an appointment at this tattoo store She wanted to talk to this mysterious man.She got on your last nerve, a week later you're now standing in front of his store. Just the thought of getting a tattoo was bizarre, a silver needle poking two millimeters deep into your skin scared you. You decided to get a small tattoo because it's your first time - you don't want anything big at first, but this whole idea is bizarre! The man at the counter wasn't the one you saw that night, he had white hair and eyes like two shining diamonds - he looked at your chosen design and offered you a coffee because it might take a while. Nervously clawing your fingers into the hot cup, the man with the name tag Gojo Satoru approaches you and explains the basics and that it's not so bad. That's easy for someone with an armful of tattoos to say. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ a blonde woman appears calling for your name, she leads you to the back today seems busy - she gives you a little smile and disappears through the black door.

His thick fingers caress small circles on your skin, his hand moves lower to your thick legs - toji can already taste you on his warm tongue, the sweet smell of your pussy is just heavenly. his rough pink tongue goes up and down, you feel something tiny around his lips that reminds you of a piercing; his tongue piercing slowly plays with your clit. toji's piercings paint little circles on your clit, it takes your breath away, what a feeling and he hasn't even touched you properly yet. You melt on his tongue, greedily he slurps your juice. The little silver thing connected to his tongue is killing you - your ears start ringing, you're about to climax and he stops. His hands hold onto your thick thighs for a better view you moan as he slaps your clit. The bittersweet taste on your tongue after the slap has you hooked for more. His soft lips spread little kisses on your inner thighs. BEEP BEEP BEEP A glance at the clock tells you it's time to get up - what a strange dream, you don't know this handsome man - you've never experienced anything like this before. But that was not your last wet dream about him. You take your pillow and scream in despair, how can this be? The dream was just perfect. The next nights were all the same, it was the same dream every time, it's a miracle that he shows up in your dreams and robs you of any kind of sleep. Who is this guy and what is he after you for. The dream ends each time with the two of you sleeping together. The dreams are starting to drive you crazy. Your girlfriend didn't want to believe you at first, until she noticed you were acting strangely as the sleep got less and less, or when you walked by the tattoo store. Your friend was tired of you losing your mind over a dream, maybe something would change if you met him in person. made an appointment at this tattoo store She wanted to talk to this mysterious man.She got on your last nerve, a week later you're now standing in front of his store. Just the thought of getting a tattoo was bizarre, a silver needle poking two millimeters deep into your skin scared you. You decided to get a small tattoo because it's your first time - you don't want anything big at first, but this whole idea is bizarre! The man at the counter wasn't the one you saw that night, he had white hair and eyes like two shining diamonds - he looked at your chosen design and offered you a coffee because it might take a while. Nervously clawing your fingers into the hot cup, the man with the name tag Gojo Satoru approaches you and explains the basics and that it's not so bad. That's easy for someone with an armful of tattoos to say. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ a blonde woman appears calling for your name, she leads you to the back today seems busy - she gives you a little smile and disappears through the black door.

It doesn't take long and she's back and brought someone else with her - you give her warm smile as you look to the side your eyes meet those beautiful Smaragdgreen eyes what for beautiful eyes , you could lose yourself in his gaze. he looks even better in the daylight, his handsome face and the small brown scar on his rosy soft lips are... - "ahm" he clears his throat and introduces himself "toji fushiguro , I'm the guy who get to work on you today" his lips form a small smile. his thick hands look as delicious as in your dream through. he starts to disinfecting everything placing the design on the small table and getting to work while your mind wanders, your brown eyes fall behind him eyes catching this cherry red machine, a funny feeling spreads in your stomach and there it is again, the fear. He picks up his Dragonfly X2, everything is prepared and ready except you Toji looks up again & asks if everything is okay "are you ready angel? you seems scared"— you slowly bite into your lips as the word angel fell from his lips, a small Hmm is the only thing you let out . toji seems to notice that you're scared & strokes your leg - he stops for a moment and looks up, but this time his green eyes stare into yours, his gaze is so deep it's touching your soul "I promise you everything will be fine, you're so good for me right now" he praises. Your knees soften and the next 20 minutes fly by. you get used to the pain and the needle in your skin. the sound of his tattoo machine is the only thing keeping you grounded at the moment. "You're so good for me, atta girl," your stomach turns, how dare he say that, Toji flirts here and there which makes you laugh & giggle there it is again, your hunger to touch him those soft unstyled hair of his screaming for your soft hands .

He wipes off the rest of the black ink on your soft skin and covers it - his light touch on your skin melts your heart , his warmth lets your heart beat faster, your dreams didn't do him justice toji looks like God - his beauty can't be described in words ,this guy is built like a Greek God his perfect face screams a passionate Work of art fushiguro's beauty numbs your senses and just for a moment you forget time and space your heart beats like crazy as if it could jump out any second. the adrenaline rushing through your bloodstream & before either of you say anything you blurt it out; you have to tell him you can't help it

NOW OR NEVER BABY

nervously you tell him about your wild dreams and sleepless nights when you saw him that one night, it felt like he took your soul with him. you are afraid of his reaction maybe he will be completely pissed or shocked or kick you out of the store.

BUT.

"Did I really please you this much angel? not only did I robbed you of your sleep but also your heart and soul". toji looks at you grinning, you almost fell off the chair you expected everything except that - maybe it was a mistake to tell him it just sounds crazy, you face the floor of embarrassment the sound of the trashbag tells you he's done he pulls you closer to him , those soft lips kiss your knee his fingers slowly run along your chubby leg.

"Babydoll the last thing I want , is you keeping your head down when you talk to me"

Toji's preses between your legs, a quick look at your cute summer dress before he dares to lift it , the view is absolutely beautiful! the way your thick legs stick together make him crazy his eyes & tongue scream for you, toji licks his lips before losing it completely - he has to taste a cute girl like you , wants to make your longing dream come true - Your sleepless nights come to an end today. His hungry hands run along your curvy body the cold breeze on your breasts makes your brown nipples harden he forms little circles with his thumbs on your harden nipples - it feels like he's bringing heaven down on you -one kiss on the right breast and one on the left, apparently it's for good luck. you haven't felt this good in a long time , your trembling voice begs toji to finally touch you somewhere else, his angelic touch disappears which leaves you whimpering you take his hand and show him where you need him. " what a naughty girl aren't ya" toji face get closer the heavenly smell of your pussy hiding behind the cotton panties drives him mad . "now take a look at that" carefully he tears your panties. between those legs exist a whole painting & he may not be an artist but he can say that this piece is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. he would love to take a photo but saves that for later. warm fingers caress your pulsating clit along. "Ah right there... please" you whine for his unholy touch down there - he enjoys the sound of your begging & crying he pushes his fat Tongue inside your wet hole the ice cold metal spilts your pussy wide open "good girl" his tongue explores you , touching a nerve here and there "this...this feels so nice, please don't stop" his face crushed between your chubby thighs grinning proudly only to to boost his ego. "is that what you want baby...hmm" sucking hungrily on your clit grabbing you grab him by his hair pushing toji closer to your needy pussy he moans quietly so lost in hunger you worry that he can't breathe . you tap on his shoulder for a break but he only shakes his head! suffocating him between your legs is truly heaven for toji fushiguro. SNAP. there it is this beautiful high feeling you loudly moan his name non stop thanking him. ah the slightly sour taste of you on his tongue my god ah ..- your thighs shaking through the intense orgasm toji slowly removes himself cum & spit running down his face what a view wheeew now he feels like he's your prey , you roughly grab him by his neck connecting your lips with each other — the the taste of your cum and his spit gives you the rest aaah to..toji. his soft lips take over yours, you can taste his hunger & he takes the opportunity to suck on tongue and mark you as his , hands running down and ripping the summer dress of ya. you both take a quick break to breathe his Smaragd green eyes meet your dark brown eyes , the tears run your chubby cheeks down as you apologize for making a mess the tears leave a bitter taste in your mouthy fushiguro squeezes your cheeks together "don't ever apologize for such silly shit got tha princess".you sit straight back up and pick up your little dress before you tried to leave he held you by your plushy wait ah ah baby I'm not done with you. this is only the beginning

his throbbing cock is literally screaming for you , he wants you so bad. those tight walls that could milk him dry for hours so that he can forget all his worries sounds like a dream to him. he pushed his dick in your needy hole you can feel his fat tip tickling your insides - you're afraid he won't fit. "It's okay, angel, take a deep breathe .. eyes on me" he rubs your cheeks to remind you that this is a time for both of you to enjoy. his caring side has you weak - a guy like Toji suddenly having a soft spot for you is unreal.

your warmth & this wetness is pure heaven you get used to the burning sensation between your legs & nod your head as a sign for toji to keep going fushiguro puts the rest of him inside you - " oh god .. t.. toji you're so big" you moan fushiguro braces himself with both arms and pushes himself into you "fuck baby.. ah your so tight for me god". the room filled with echos of your moans and his hungry grunts. your hands grip his shoulders tightly while your hips dance to the rhythm of his movement. his fat dick hitting your sensitive spot so continuously rutting into you . — the room filled with the smell of good sex his but Breeder balls hits your ass he slowly becomes insane this fat warm pussy is killing him. Sweat forms on your both forehead , his muscular perfume fills your nose losing sight and time. leans down to give you a passionate kiss.

fuck fff fuck f.. with each thrust he rams into you you get closer to your climax " toji - ah you fuck me so good " .

you feel so full , filled with the prettiest dick ever loud clapping and moaning can be heard, toji only wants the best for you. your naked body reminds of a small innocent lamb hiding from the big mean lion.

Toji only fucks pretty women in missionary you can feel him so strong fucking your brains out. face to face you see toji is eager to please you he places his hands on your plushy hips perfect for giving birth - you would look so cute with his baby in your arms.

"g-...gotta put a ... ah.. baby in you doll " he struggles to speak.

he can feel your walls tighten around his throbbing cock after he promised to give you a baby and make a sweet mommy out of you.

" yes.. mhhh ..- f- fast..er please," you repeat those words like a broken record & your legs are thrown over his brought shoulders wegre you left some nice scratches fucking you in a position you never thought would be possible, his tip hitting your whomp giving you a little taste of what it feels like to carry his baby. You're both so close he's shaking your insides like scrambled eggs he's ruining you for everyone else , no else touch can satisfy you , his scent lingers in your sweet little heart. Those heavy breeder balls of his slap against your ass. Toji makes sure you sleep well tonight

" atta girl "

" i know you're close.... baby I can feel it "

" be a good girl for me can you do that for me ? "

" cum for me doll let me hear those sweet moans "

the last sentence gives you the rest to finally climax.

toji's whimpering voice begs you to milk his cock dry so he can breed you.

" ah yes baby... just like that"

" yeah - you are such a good girl for me "

" FUCK.FUCK.FuUUUCK "

You can feel the warm and sticky trail running down your fat pussy , he filled your sweet cunt with his thick seed.

Just the tip with Toji

"Lost Lamb." | OG Sukuna X Reader | Pilot

{ This is a pilot read for my next Sukuna x Reader fanfic!! }

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Warning: Og Sukuna Ryomen, blood, some slight gore, mentions of burning bodies, runaway reader, caught stealing, servant reader, Master x Servant, mentions of abuse, trigger warnings, abandonment, starvation (???), Uraume cooks a human-

Reader: Female Reader

Plot: A Master x Servant Fanfiction in which Sukuna, the king of curses, finds you snooping in his temple and he makes you pay for your crimes for the rest of your life..

Words: 4.673k

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Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy! <3

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The harsh grasp of his hand on your throat choked out any amount of air that would have reached your lungs. Nails as sharp as knives threatening to slit your jugular and let the crimson liquid spill into his palm.

No one has ever before dared to enter his temple —his home— and lived. So why? Why did a young woman such as this one decide to tempt fate and test her life?

"Pl-Please... don't..." She choked out, blood pooling from her lips.

Sukuna sneered in disgust at the sight. "Why shouldn't I?"

Fat tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, shaking and trying to stay composed so as to not upset the curse further. You knew death was going to come easy if you said the wrong things or did something to annoy him.

"I caught you scavenging like a pathetic rat in my kitchen." Eyes that could cut diamonds pierced your heart. "How dare you, human?"

"...D-Didn't mean... upset you...."

"Pathetic. A mortal like you shouldn't be allowed another ounce of breath."

You knew he was right; you had gone into his home looking for food. Tempting the gods into giving you a punishment by his hand. The King of Curses finding you looking for food and stealing from him was going to have a consequence, and yet you didn't care.

You were hungry, on the verge of death even.

"Please... let me.. pay you.." You cried, your whimpering growing quiet as air was sucked from your chest.

"Pay me? PAY ME?" A loud bellow left the cursed king, the laugh rattling your bones and heart to the core.

"You wish to pay for that food you tried to steal from me? That's laughable. I wouldn't allow it even if you got on your hands and knees and begged for forgiveness."

With a swift recoil of his arm, Sukuna threw you into a wall. A crack echoing from the back of your skull before you landed on the ground, a bleeding and coughing mess. His footsteps slowly numbed into the background as an ear-splitting headache surfaced.

"If you wish to live, however.."

Blood, spit and tears collected in a small puddle on the floor as Sukuna spoke. The ringing in your head makes you cry into a shriveled up mess of misery.

"You'll cook, clean, and serve me whichever way I wish."

His hand came down on the back of your head, nails digging into your temples as Sukuna lifted your gaze to him again.

"Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Unable to nod, you gave a small 'yes' as you desperately held back a cough. Sukuna scoffed, releasing your head and dropping you onto the cold floor. He turned his attention to the servant that was peeping in on the conversation, calling them over and speaking to them.

"Uraume, take this.... human.. to the showers." Sukuna's voice was slowly fading into the buzzing noise. "Make sure she's taken care of by tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Sukuna." The servant mumbled, bowing their head slightly before turning to you.

Sukuna took one more look down at you and turned, heading towards the temple doors and out to only God knows where. The person called 'Uraume' stepped forward and knelt down, gesturing for you to stand and grab a hold of their hand.

"Th-Thank you." You mumbled, though didn't think you should've.

"You're welcome." They mumbled, hooking your arm around their neck and placing their hand around your waist. "Let's go."

Quietly, the subordinate guided you to the showers. Your eyes looking around the temple as you both walked by the many statues of the shrine's owner and the littering offerings in the large hallway. The soft sound of water cascading down a mountain echoed throughout the empty walls, and the sight of a waterfall nearby creating hot-springs could be seen outside a window.

"This place was always a little gloomy." Uraume mumbled, catching your attention. "Sukuna never really likes... guests."

"I c-can... tell.." Swallowing down the spit, or blood, in your throat to speak.

"I apologize for making you speak in your condition. Please, don't speak until you feel better."

Nodding, you learned some more weight onto Uraume to which they obliged. And as you walked to the warmth of the shower room, you thought back to how you ended up in this trouble.

Thinking back to the village you formerly lived in, remembering how they had pushed you away, forcing you to learn how to fend for yourself and take care on your own. Quickly adapting to the life of a thief and stealing bread from the local bakery at sunrise every morning before others woke up.

Some people in the village felt pity for you; handing out free food and shelter when they could, but soon ending their services when the town's chief found out.

Your life wasn't always like that though. You had a mother and a father that loved you dearly. Giving you hot meals every night and treating you like the love of their life. Fresh clothes whenever they could afford new silks when the city's trader came around, fashioning them into pants and coats for school and everyday wear.

But, they soon grew to hate you when your father started to come home drunk. He'd take out his anger on you and your mother did nothing but ignore the abuse she was forced to witness. You never knew why she didn't help you, to at least heal you when your cuts got too deep.

And when they kicked you out, you still didn't get an answer from her. Living alone, cold, and always dirty was what your life turned into.

Stumbling away from that hell hole and into the forest was your only choice when a fire broke out and burned the place to the ground. Finding shelter somewhere near Sukuna's home for months at a time until you ventured too far and came into contact with the temple.

The clean sight of the shrine had taken you by surprise, seeing as it was in the middle of the forest and no clear path to it. And the smell of fresh food being cooked inside made your stomach churn with want. Gradually, you started stalking out the home, figuring out the best time to break in and hopefully get some food before you leave.

Right when you managed to get in, Sukuna happened to come along as you got into his meat storage.

His glare alone made you want to cry for mercy and beg til you died for forgiveness. That was before he clamped a hand down on your throat and dragged your body to where Uraume was cleaning.

"Lean your head back," They gently ordered. Their hands work through your matted hair and wash out the suds with a cup of warm water from the tub.

Thanking them, you lifted your arms when they asked and melted at the feeling of the rag gliding over your body. Nearly a year of dirt being washed away as you soaked in the tub.

"Is the water comfortable?" Uraume asked, rubbing their hand against your back. "Do you need more warm water from the springs?"

Shaking your head, you felt the ringing in your ear stop and the migraine leave as you relaxed. Once you were finished, soft splashing echoed through the room as you stood to get out. Uraume held onto your hand for support and wrapped a towel around you once your feet met the floor.

"I'll take you to get you fresh clothes to wear." They said, patting down your hair.

"Are you almost finished, Uraume?" A voice huffed from the doorway.

You shuttered at the sight of Sukuna's large frame filling the door. His torso exposed and four arms tattooed with singular black bands covering his wrists and biceps folded over his chest. Choking down the lump in your throat, you averted your gaze to the floor.

"Yes, Master." Uraume answered Sukuna, not even giving him a second glance as they continued to dry your hair.

"Good." He mumbled, watching you squirm under his gaze. A hateful glare leaving him for a moment at your unease before he headed down the hall.

"Where's he going?" You asked quietly, trying to not strain your voice.

"Most likely his throne room." Uraume responded, folding the used towel before grabbing a brush.

"He goes there around this time before I begin cooking. It's around the main hall, where you were, but you couldn't see it from your positioning."

"Oh.."

Uraume made quick work of your hair, not tying it up so that it didn't become matted again when it was fully dry. They stood and took you to what appeared to be a servant's chambers, most likely their own, as they looked for a kimono in the closet nearby.

"Sit on the bed, please?" They asked, sorting through the clothing.

Doing as asked, you sat and looked around the small room. It was very neutral and it reminded you of the grounds outside. Many deep blues and turquoise counters clashed with white marble walls and red carpeting. The bed wasn't very large, but just big enough for Sukuna's subordinate to sleep in, which they didn't seem to complain about. And a singular window covered by a white cloth gave a small view of the gardens you remembered.

"How long have you been here?" Scooping your drying hair over your shoulder, you ran your fingers through the strands.

"For a few years." The monk answered, pulling out a simple outfit like their own. White interior and a blue, almost black, for the rest of the outfit.

"I don't really remember when we met, but we've been working together for as long as I know."

Standing, you took the outfit from Uraume and bowed, thanking them before they left. Closing the door, Uraume let you know where to find them if you needed anything. So, you got dressed in the outfit and fixed your hair up to look decent, exiting the room only to feel unnatural and out of place in the big temple.

The countless amounts of offerings from the surrounding villages spilled from their bowls and buckets. Some rather gory presents were heads or dead animals that seemed to be preserved so they didn't smell.

God, so many.. I wonder why he gets offerings anyways? To keep him 'pleased' maybe?

"What are you doing here?" Sukuna's voice echoed from his throne.

Startled by the sudden sound, you tripped on your foot and stopped yourself before you fell onto the floor. "U-Uh, I was-"

"Answer me." He ordered, his claws cutting the skull his on armchair.

"I'm looking for Uraume."

A hum left him before a silence filled the air, the conversation that happened almost an hour ago replaying in your head. His large hands gripping your throat and your toes unable to feel the ground. The scenario played on loop in your mind; so when Sukuna spoke again, your lips let out a small squeak.

"They're in the kitchen preparing my meal." He answered, pointing a long nail towards a hallway. "Be useful and go help them. Leave me be until dinner is made."

With a curt bow, you headed towards the echoing sounds of clattering pots and pans. But, the sound of Sukuna calling for you to stop made your heart drop.

"What's your name, mortal?" Sukuna asked, barely turning his head towards you.

Feeling the heat of your cheeks rise at his gaze, fumbling with the ends of your collar as you force out an answer from your sore throat.

"Y-Y/n... L/n."

Nodding, Sukuna ran his tongue over his lower lip before staring ahead. "Call me 'Lord Sukuna' or 'Master' from now on, servant."

Leaving the cursed spirit alone, you make your way down the hall you were previously dragged down and meet with Uraume's back. At the sound of your footsteps, they turned around and greeted you, pulling a knife from its holder and placing it on a cutting board.

"Sukuna sent you in here to help me?" They asked, cutting up some vegetables and dumping them into a pot.

"Yeah, I hope I'm not a bother."

"No, it's actually nice to have some help around here."

Heading towards the monk, you stood in front of the boiling pot and peered inside. Your nose comes into contact with the smell of boiling greens, and some spices and herbs added to the broth.

"What's this?" You asked, gesturing towards the pot.

"Food for Sukuna." Uraume answered, cutting up some meat before placing it on a rock set up over a fireplace.

The raw meat looked like it wasn't drained of all blood, some even trickling down the sides of the large steak and onto the hot stone. It smelled odd, as if you've smelled it before, but couldn't quite guess where.

"That meat looks bad, are you sure it's okay to serve?"

"It's fine, I got it from a villager yesterday evening."

Oh... still, it doesn't look good. "What kind? Boar meat?"

"Woman." Uraume answered bluntly, a sick churn in your stomach at the response.

"...That's a really bad joke." You mumbled, glancing at the cooking flesh. "Y-You are joking right?"

Uraume didn't answer, but just chopped up more herbs for the broth cooking in the pot before turning to face you again. "No, I'm not."

Your stomach twisted and you cupped a hand over your mouth, dashing over to a bin for trash and hurling your empty stomach acid into the can. Uraume went back to their preparations before speaking again.

"Half of our offerings come from the dead." They started, picking up some cloth to protect their hands from the handles.

"Some are still living when we receive them, and it really depends on Sukuna's mood whether to kill them on the spot or not. But, this is what most of the meat comes from. Women and children are the protein that he eats."

The gagging noises soon ended when the churning in your gut resided, wiping your lips clean of vomit on the back of your sleeve as you came up for air. "He's a cannibal?"

"I don't know if you can call him a cannibal now, since he's a curse."

Flashes of your burning village swirled in your mind as your eyes landed on the cooking meat. The smell is sickeningly delicious on your nose, but tearing your eyes away from the slab to the counter with all you can muster made you sick.

"Here," Uraume lifted a piece of cooked meat up to your lips. "You're weak. Eat it."

"Uh.." You stuttered, eyes growing wide at the offering. "Is it human too?"

"No, it's beef. I cook more than a human, darling."

Taking a small breath, you took the morsel in your mouth and cooed at the flavors pooling down your throat. The seasoning was perfect and cooked to a nice medium rare that was soothing to the pallet.

It's just a bite, but I want a whole plate.

"Better?" Uraume asked, picking up the pot and stirring some noodles with the broth.

"Yes, very much, thank you."

"You're welcome, Y/n."

As you silently helped Uraume with preparing Sukuna's dinner — slowly learning how to cook which things properly — you were finally told to go into the dining area around the corner and set the table.

"I'll be right back then." You bowed, heading off towards the dining room.

Uraume had given you easy directions to the area, and you found it in a manner of a few short minutes. Once there, you quickly took in the Japanese theme of your surroundings before setting up the table and utensils.

Small banners —or flags, you presumed— hung from the ceiling with splashes of blood near the ends of each.

So far, it's not that bad here.. Feeling out the wound in the back of your head, you rubbed the spot gently before wincing at the ache. Other than that, of course.

"Servant." Sukuna's rough voice alerted you, forcing you to look up and meet your gaze with him.

His brows furrowed. "You're supposed to be helping Uraume."

"They said to come in here and set the table.." You whimpered, twirling your thumbs together and standing quickly.

Sukuna snorted, walking over to the large pillow placed at your feet and took a seat. Running a hand through his pink hair, he waved you off and told you to help your partner. Rushing off to the kitchen again, you nearly collided with Uraume as she pushed a cart full of food to the table.

"Oh- hello." They stammered out, the look of shock being the one look of emotion on their face since you arrived.

Dinner went by in a haze; Sukuna said that you were going to officially start learning from Uraume tomorrow morning and to wake up early so you could get a head start sooner.

You and Uraume had shared a meal later on after Sukuna headed to the showers, not really speaking much as your voice was in need of recovery. But you had a feeling that if Sukuna didn't decide to make you his servant, you'd be the one he ate instead of the random woman he ingested earlier.

So what made him choose that instead of murdering me?

"What's on your mind?" Uraume asked, looking up from their dish.

"Nothing.." You responded, swallowing some noodles and announcing your leave.

Bowing and thanking Uraume for the meal, you headed towards the kitchen again with the cart. The clattering of dishes echoed throughout the empty hallway, soon ending when you had finished cleaning and putting away the plates and utensils when Uraume walked in with their dish.

"Oh, you did the dishes?" A brow raised when they opened one of the compartments and saw them cleaned perfectly.

"Might as well, right?" You smiled weakly, clasping your hands together in front of your middle. "Since I'm going to be here for a while?"

"While it is quite a small time, Y/n." Uraume nodded at the dishes and gave a small thumbs up. "But, you did great on these. I'll get mine cleaned and take you to Lord Sukuna's chambers."

You blinked; once, twice, a third time. "Excuse me?"

"He's going to escort you to your new room, of course." Uraume muttered, dipping the plate into a sink full of warm water and running a sudsy sponge over it.

"I have to head out after dinner and fix the gardens before bed."

Slowly, you nodded, your body trembling at being around your newfound master. Feeling the memory of his rough hands clutching your throat and draining the life from your lungs resurfaced again. Rubbing the, now bruised, skin of your jugular and winced at the slight pain. Your voice would probably be okay within a day or two, but you knew that those red eyes would haunt your dreams for many months.

"Let's get going." Uraume spoke up, wiping their hands dry on their clothes before exiting the room a final time that night. "It's this way."

As you made your way to the King's bedroom, you heard the calm river running outside. Crickets chirped as cicadas and other insects joined them in the night. Hearing the sounds of a bath running caught your attention as you got closer and closer to the shower room.

"Sukuna, Y/n needs to be taken to her quarters?" Uraume announced, pushing open the door.

"I'll be finished in a moment, Uraume. You can go to the gardens now, thank you." His voice echoed from inside.

With a nod, Uraume turned towards you and gave a slight bow in goodbye and headed towards the temple doors. Sukuna called you inside the bathroom, taking your mind off of Uraume's task and heading into the room until you choked on a gasp.

Sukuna was resting his chin on his forearms, lazily blinking at you as you stumbled back and hit your shoulder on the door frame. A deep sigh left his lips before he lifted his head and summoned you over with a few flicks of his fingers. The singular bands shining slightly due to the water stuck to his skin.

"Don't just stand there, servant. Open the window."

Shaking your head, you headed over to one of the windows and pulled back it's cover. The moon light pooled into the room, shimmering off of the tub water. Walking over to Sukuna, you knelt down to your knees and avoided looking into the tub to remain at least the littlest bit respectful to the male.

"A-Anything else, sir?" You asked, biting your lip stubbornly as your brows furrowed together.

"...Clean my back." Sukuna responded slowly, as if questioning whether to let your slip of the tongue anger him or not.

Feeling a lump form in your throat, you picked up the rag Uraume used before and dipped it into the water. Sukuna's brow lifted for a moment while his eyes followed your movements, before leaning forward and turning his back to you.

Oh my... Many scars littered his back, not very large or ugly ones, but little nicks and close calls from past battles and fights.

Etched into his skin permanently that didn't even make you recoil, but rather look in awe for a moment before you remembered your task. Pressing the cloth against the middle of his back, you washed in circular motions as you made your way up and towards Sukuna's nape and shoulder blades.

Occasionally squeezing the rag and draining it before dipping it into the water again and bringing it up to Sukuna's spine. Once you felt your work was done, you told Sukuna you finished to which you got a hum in response.

"Pull back the cover so I can dress in private." Sukuna said, nodding at the bamboo screen.

Quickly getting to your feet, you closed the screen around the tub and sat down beside it. Hearing the sound of water splashing and dripping onto the carpeted ground, the sound of a towel being flung around for a few moments made you look up.

The shadow of Sukuna drying himself off made your cheeks flush as you lifted him his robe over the screen. His nails grazed against the back of your hand, your arms retracting as soon as Sukuna had his clothing and pressing against your chest.

"Finished." Sukuna announced, putting the screen back into place. "To your chambers, right?"

"Y-Yes, Master." You mumbled, your eyes staring at Sukuna's fumbling hands.

You could barely see his second pair of arms folded above the kimono's belt. A large mouth with its tongue sticking out the side made your brows raise slightly.

"This way."

Sukuna took a freshly dried towel with him, drying his hair as he made his way down the hall in the opposite direction of the throne room and main corridors. Lanterns hung from the walls, burning bright flames and became less and less in amount as you grew closer to your room. And as if struggling to keep up with Sukuna's long strides wasn't enough, you had to jog up to him a few times to keep pace.

"This is my room, in case Uraume didn't tell you before." Sukuna waved a hand at a large set of mahogany doors.

Two small ram skulls were carved into the middle of each door with a dark shade of red circling the eye socket as the inside turned to black. Many carvings of symbols you assumed were written lined the door as well as the initials of Sukuna's name were also carved into the wood.

"Your room will be close to mine, just in case." The curse grumbled, his voice low and soundly a little sleepy. "Here."

The door to the room was significantly smaller than Sukuna's, since you weren't his height. But you could tell that, if he so desired, he could just bow his head inside to enter.

"This is your room so get comfortable." Sukuna said as he pushed open the door, the inside resembling Uraume's room in many ways.

The colors and the overall scenery was as if you just walked into their living space and not your own. Taking a step inside, Sukuna followed and looked around, clicking his tongue at the bed's sheets and kneeling to look at them closely.

Meanwhile, you were looking around and looking in the closet that was deprived of a good clean in days. No clothes or undergarments were seen in the drawers or the closet, making your face form a confused pout.

"Uraume is going to get you new clothes and underwear while they're at the market tomorrow morning." Sukuna randomly mentioned, thumbing the old sheets in his palm.

"I'll have to tell them to get new bedding for you too; this is terrible."

"N-No, this is fine!" You said, happy you got your own room and a roof over your head after living under makeshift shelter for a year.

Plopping your rear on the mattress, you sprawled your limbs out on the bed and took a deep breath. Sukuna's eyes watching you closely before looking back down at the covers again and standing.

"I don't care, you're getting new sheets." He said, placing his used towel over his shoulder and glaring down at you.

"These haven't been touched in years, they've been in dire need of getting replaced. I can't believe I didn't notice until now that they were falling apart.."

Not even listening to Sukuna's words, you closed your eyes and felt your body finally relax. As if the old and stiff mattress was the softest thing in the whole world. Softer than silk, or sheep's wool; your body going numb once you opened your eyes again and sat up.

"Wake up first thing in the morning." Sukuna stated, turning to leave your room when you stopped him.

"What is it?"

"Uhm, thank you, Lord Sukuna." You mumbled, closing your eyes and taking a breath before you heard the sound of wood being scratched.

"Don't thank me for letting you live, love." Sukuna retorted, his nails digging into the back of your door as he glared down at your small form on the bed.

"You are nothing but a rotten thief that just so happened to be of use to me. If I wanted to, you'd be dead right now if I was in a different mood at the time. You're lucky though, since the Gods haven't asked me to take your fucking head."

Blood ran cold as daggers were stabbed into the back of your eyes. Your soul chilling at the words that left the king of curses, his glare just as fierce as before and making you feel tears threaten.

"I know that, I was just giving my thanks." You muttered, desperately trying to force your gaze away.

"...Meet Uraume in the gardens by morning." Sukuna said, a snide smile forming on his lips. "You remember where those are, right? Snooping out my home, you must've learned where they are."

Nodding, you lowered your head and listened to the door close as Sukuna made his leave. His footsteps echoing down the hallway and into his room, the clatter of his doors slamming close reverberated off the walls.

"..I'm sorry." You whispered to yourself, seeing a tear fall from your eye to which you wiped it off.

This is my fault, he's right. I'm a servant now, and this is the life I chose for myself by trying to steal from him.

Quickly getting undressed into the light night gown underneath, you crawled under the old sheets and looked out the window. The moon shined so bright and proud; a sight you've grown fond of since being deserted by your family. Feeling a small smile lift the corners of your lips, your eyelids closed slowly as you drifted off to sleep.

Blankets kept your body warm as you slept, though they didn't save you from the nightmares that haunted you into the night.

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I hope you enjoyed the pilot read of "Lost Lamb." This could be considered part 1, but I decided to make it a pilot since I didn't know if you guys would like it or not.

I am also super sorry for not being able to post on V-day, but I got a make-up smut coming up sometime soon! 😭😭

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gojo being a college bully but also head over heels for you. he tries to tease you all the damn time and you don't like playing his games so you always throw an insult his way. but it only turns him on more.

"kiss my ass, gojo."

"is that a promise?"

and the next thing you know, you're bent over your professor's table in an empty classroom, getting eaten out by someone you're still on the first name basis with. and he is so god damn pathetic for someone who's the infamous bully of the university. he eats you out, pleases you like you want. he begs you to cum on his face. like begs. who would've thought that gojo satoru of all will be on his knees with your pussy latched to his face, slurping the fuck out of you.

𝟒:𝟓𝟏 𝐀𝐌 | 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

satoru looks happy—the real kind. the kind where his lips are curved into a soft, giddy grin and not his usual smirk. the kind where his blindfold is pushed down to hang around his neck so you can see the little gleam in his eyes. the kind that makes him cradle a newborn in his arms and rock her gently as he kisses her temple every few moments.

“she has your eyes,” he says quietly, tracing over the soft skin of your daughter’s cheek with his thumb. his hand looks rather big compared to her tiny face, and you’re almost certain it’s hearts he’s tracing with each rounded motion.

“i know,” you murmur, watching relief dance around the corners of his expression.

“thank god,” he chuckles—and if there’s a wobble to his voice, you don’t point out. “she looks like me though. ‘s why she’s so cute.”

and normally, maybe you’d indulge him in a halfhearted argument, maybe you’d scowl and tell him to keep quiet for once, but satoru is happy. and it’s not just a thin blanket with tattered rips at the seams meant to cover the weight clung to his shoulders.

it’s real, and it’s woven seamlessly into the crinkles of his eyes.

“it’s our job as parents to think she’s cute,” you snort, “but she’s definitely the cutest baby i’ve had the pleasure of seeing,” you add with a little bit of pride in your voice.

“of course she is. she’s my baby,” he coos as he stares down at her, gently pinching her cheek. she stares up at him, comically small against his strong arms and broad chest, and when a tiny hand grasps around his finger, you pretend once more that his eyes aren’t wet and glossy.

“actually, she’s our baby,” you correct, glaring at him.

“you must be really sad you’re not my only baby anymore,” he snickers, looking at you with his usual smug grin. but there’s something on the edge of grateful and awestruck that’s in his eyes—and you think he stares at you like you’ve handed him a ray of light you plucked from the sun’s core, gently pressing the warmth to his palms and soothing over the cold and dry cracks on the skin.

satoru’s hands have mapped every inch of you, they pinprick the expanse of your skin with love that seeps from his fingertips in a steady stream. and they’re rough hands—they’re callused and sometimes they’ve got busted knuckles, but they’re gentle enough to create extensions of your love, and they’re gentle enough to carry the weight of a life and then some.

“news flash for you,” you stick your tongue out, “you’re not my only baby anymore either. and i pick favorites, by the way.”

“is it me? am i your favorite?” he asks with a bat of his lashes. you roll your eyes, softening them as they watch his breath hitch when the little bundle in his arms yawns slowly.

“no. you’ll never be my favorite,” you tease, and he pouts, hugging your daughter closer as he snuggles his cheek against hers. “she’s my favorite.”

“only a few hours in and she’s already causing heartbreak,” he mumbles, “she’s gonna be trouble.”

“like you,” you remind, and he grins, raw and free and all kinds of gleeful. you wonder if satoru’s ever been this content in a long time, and you think you have your answer when he sighs gently and shifts to lean back in his chair. “i think it’s my turn to hold—”

“just a bit longer,” he pleads, still staring down at her as he pokes at the tip of her nose. his thumb traces over her lips, smooths a few strands of thin white hair across her forehead, tucks her blanket higher up her chin. he doesn’t know what part of her is his favorite—so he settles on all of it. “she’s gonna miss me and cry if i give her to you, i’m a ladies man.”

“you’re a single man too, pretty soon,” you say dryly, but then his hand reaches for yours, silently begging for your touch to remind him that he can have her and he can have you—that one thing isn’t ripped from him to make room for the other.

so you reach back, let the cracks of his hands find shelter in the warmness of yours, let him speak all the words he can’t always admit through a small squeeze as he lets out a shaky breath.

“careful,” he hums, “people are really into dilfs. i’ll get snatched up pretty quickly if i’m back on the market.”

“they’ll send you right back when they realize you can barely change a diaper,” you snort, and then he squeezes your hand again, still rocking the small body in his arm as he chuckles quietly.

and satoru looks happy—the real kind.

OMG KIKIIIII!!! I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR U TALKING ABT ZHONGLI MAKING A MESS OUT OF HIS BELOVED S/O WITH HIS DRAGON TONGUE!!! AND YOU'RE WELCOMEEE!! ZHONGLI IS JUST CHEF'S KISS 🥰🥰🥰

ok, ok, hold on, I'm blushing like a slut right now, I've been thinking about zhongli using his body parts as dragon for such a long time... I might even make a longer post about it, but for now let's hold back with just a little bit!

zhongli is not the most experimental guy in the world because he has seen, felt and touched so many things in his life that it's hard for him not to know what he likes and what he doesn't, but this would be put in check when one day you asked him how he felt when he changed from human to dragon form and also asked if you could touch, or at least see, it. he hardly denies you anything, so if you ask, he gives it to you without a second thought, and it was a surprise for him to see you run your fingers so delicately over the small scales that appeared around his eyes when he slowly changed from human to half-draconic form that essentially only changed the eyes, mouth including teeth, and the appearance of the skin on his face and neck. your fingers passed over his mouth as they stroked his cheek and, in an innocent game, zhongli let his forked tongue slip between his lips and curl around your index finger.

it was a strange sensation for you, the texture of the tongue was still soft, but it seemed to tickle, especially when zhongli contorted and wrapped it around the base of your finger as if he was making a ring. you silly giggled, if your much older boyfriend had known what was going on in your mind as his tongue went back into his mouth maybe his cheeks would have turned red.

little did you know that zhongli was thinking the same thing, maybe even more explicitly and maliciously than you were. but, because of that, it wasn't all that surprising when he pinned you against the bed and slid between your legs with hands already spreading your thighs and busying themselves with removing your clothes.

it was only a matter of time before his forked tongue came out between lips again and this time brushed against your clit in the same smooth way it had done around your delicate finger. you inevitably felt little electric waves travel down your back and your pussy tightened around nothing; all beneath the watchful eyes of the former geo archon.

the chance was before his eyes, why not try it? if you asked him to stop, he would do it immediately. but, stopping? was literally the last thing on your mind and in your trembling body as soon as you felt your walls being slowly opened and stretched by zhongli's long tongue and the tips of it curving up to brush against your sweetest spot.

your hips forced themselves up against his face, grinding as if you were about to ride the face of that ancient god. and he would have let you do that if he didn't want to fuck you so badly on his own with his inhuman tongue and make you cum hard for it.

his hands held you sometimes by the hips, sometimes by the thighs, and his amber eyes with a reptilian pupil cutting them down the middle never left yours for all the minutes he used to turn you into a mess of drooling, whimpering, and loud moans that matched, to zhongli's eyes, and very much with the wet sounds coming from his tongue running between your folds, licking your throbbing clit and exploring your pussy; all while your slickness wet his mouth and chin and advocated how close to orgasm you were.

zhongli couldn't feel your body inside completely using just his tongue, but from the way your thighs were trying to smother him and your walls tightened around the length of his wet muscle he could tell that the hot sensation deep inside of the bottom of your belly was getting more and more intense and tighter.

in the end, you came with the archon geo's tongue still deep inside your tiny pussy and with no chance to move away from his mouth, since his hands were firmly around your thighs pinning your quivering body against the bed and his mouth completely over you, drinking every last drop of your sweet juices.

during those brief seconds that your vision blurred and your toes curled, you felt too full with just his tongue and it felt even better when your face lowered to look at zhongli's and his eyes were staring at you as if the best prey lay before them. you were lucky enough to look at him as soon as his tongue slid out and snaked through the air licking his chin and part of his cheeks and your inner thigh wet from your sweet juices.

"mhm," zhongli hummed standing up and giving you a smile that let you catch a glimpse of his startled canines, "it's not so bad to have a dragon boyfriend sometimes, right?"

maybe you two had better prepare each other. you because zhongli would want to eat you out from now on using only his draconic tongue, he because you wanted to test how far he could control his own powers when being deep inside you and fucking you without being completely in his human form.

— genshin masterlist.

Sukuna Domestic Headcanons (NSFW)

Nanami | Gojou | Itadori | Inumaki

Please, this guy would be clueless about modern life... everything would confuse him and it would lead to some great laughs for you but also a grumpy, pouty Sukuna

Microwave? You mean a box where I can cook people in? Washing machine? I can drown someone in there? Television? He would think it was sorcery first... glare at it menacingly until he saw the unsolved mysteries channel and was hooked.

Cooking is hilarious... I mean this guy is huge right? So he eats alot! And it goes nowhere, you can't even tell since he has like single digit body fat but you have to cook a whole ass meal just for him.

He gets jealous so easily... you're talking on the phone to a friend? He's sat next to you teasing you with kisses. You're wearing someone else t-shirt? Good luck because that's getting ripped off soon. Someone touches you when you're walking around? Pfft, if that person isn't losing a hand, you're getting pulled into the nearest alleyway and marked up as his.

Speaking of, this guy forgets his own strength... or says he does. There's always scratches on your thighs where he holds you down when his mouth is on you, mouth and teeth marks where he likes sucking and biting you. Your ass is always sore from the spanks.

It's also very easy to make him jealous. So, so easy. Just a small hint of someone liking you or talking to you and this guy sees red. RIP that 😸

He loves baths. Legitimately will sit and soak in the bathtub for hours, has a range of bath salts and bubble baths just for this.

When he's been especially rough with you, he'll sit you in the bathtub with him. Your back to his chest and he'll rub the soap into your skin and look after you.

Acts all growly and rough, but in fact loves cuddles at night. He won't ask for them, but he'll be like 'are you scared of me? No? So, why are you far away?'

The one time you saw a plushie that looked like him and started sleeping with it in the bed, he started hiding it so you would cuddle him instead. The one time you found it in the oven 🤦🏻‍♀️

Walks around in his robes all the time, but not worn properly no, he'll have it open low so you can see his abs or the front open so his thighs are out when he sits down. He knows it gets you hot and bothered, so he'll do it on purpose.

Enjoys watching you dress up, especially when you do your make up. Finds the whole process fascinating, especially when your lipstick leaves ring marks around his dick.

The one time for Halloween you dressed up as him with the face marking and red contacts for eyes. He took one look at you and instead of going trick or treating you were pinned to the door and railed until you passed out. Suffice to say, he liked that alot.

New layout !!

prey. (continued)

Wolf!Toji x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader & Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader

Part 3 of JJK Farm AU

Part 2 here

A/N: this is 11 pages of straight smut, y’all. Downright filth 😤 ✨enjoy✨

CW/TW: heat cycle/going into heat, chubby!reader, cowgirl!reader, lactation, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, Toji is a pervert bastard, dumbification, coercion, biting/marking, knotting, reader has mommy milker tig ol bitties (duh lol)

Word Count: 4.6k

“…..ooohh…uugggh…my head…” You groaned at the dull ache in the back of your skull as you stirred awake.

“Where am I…” you mumbled, tenderly touching around the sore spot as you sat up to gather your bearings. You noticed you were under the futon of a kotatsu, laying on a floor sofa in a wooden floored room that was sparingly filled with boxes. It looked like someone was in the process of moving into wherever exactly you were. Besides the boxes, the place looked to be clean and fairly modern.

“Hello?” you called out. As you tried to get up you winced in pain and let out a yelp. You whimpered and reached down to touch the tender ankle that was causing you pain. “Ow..” you inspected it closely and teared up at the sight. Your ankle was splotchy and discolored with bruises and a nasty rope burn.

“Owwww!” you yelled, fully realizing the extent of your injury. “Ouch, ouch! Hello!? Is anyone there!?” you whimpered, forcing yourself up in a panic, carefully putting all your weight on your good foot. You felt woozy when you were upright and quickly sank back down to the floor.

You whined in distress. “oh…” It felt like your skin was burning and when you shifted your legs, you felt the familiar stickiness of slick gathering in your panties.

“No no no…Master is going to kill me if I don’t get home soon! Ugh!”

You took a moment to compose yourself, letting your vision clear and got up once again, slower this time, to hobble around, feebly gathering in your surroundings. It was evident that it was someone’s home you were inside of, but who’s? Did someone happen to be passing by in the woods and helped you? You wondered if the home you were in belonged to the owner of that hybrid who’s trap you fell victim. If that were the case, you were certainly going to give them both a piece of your mind! Especially that rude mutt!

As you limped down a hallway, you were stopped by a voice and the sound of footsteps coming coming from around the corner you were approaching.“About time you wake up, house pet. Been asleep the whole damn day!” You gasped and pointed an angry finger in the stranger’s direction when he was finally revealed to you.

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