“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.

“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.

“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).

he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.

“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.

“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.

“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.

you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.

“what’s significant to you, ryo?”

he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).

his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.

this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.

the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.

that is what’s significant to him.

snowed in

nine | observation logs

synopsis: for a cash-strapped starving scientist such as yourself, finding a yeti would've made the discovery of a lifetime. there's just one tiny problem - he found you first

pairing: yeti!Gojo x researcher!Reader

content: mdni, angst, a new player has entered the ring, mentions of blood, uncomfortable conversations, anxious reader, idiots in love, longing, fear, hurt/comfort, gojo being protective and possesive (and still a little stupid)

You weren't alone.

The tent was dark, something that probably blended in with the forest once the sun set, small but clearly designed for heavy duty conditions. And the fire. The flames were still bright, not dwindling or a pile of ashes someone forgotten, the wind blowing back in your face carrying the smell of smoke and meat cooking.

They had to be close.

You guessed you were so distracted staring you hadn't realized how close.

And in a split-second, someone was yanking the axe away from you in one harsh pull, almost toppling you over with it. The next few seconds happened in a blur, too stunned to even scream, brain scrambling at you to just fucking run, but your body wasn't working quite how you hoped.

You made it four steps before stumbling, snow cushioning your fall as someone grabbed you and twisted you around.

Someone you never really expected to see again.

His mouth was moving, maybe he'd been talking to you this whole time, but the words refused to reach your ears. The adrenaline pumping through your body left you too amped up, your pulse too loud in your own eardrums to make out anything past it. Just staring at him and blinking, processing piece by piece of his face until it started to sink in he was real.

"- okay? Can you hear me?" His sharp eyes narrowed, trying to asses you for injuries, probably. Scrutinizing your blank expression and wild eyes, the dark bruise on your neck down to your too-big boots.

"Suguru?" You whispered, your voice hoarse and unsure.

Why was he here? How?

At the sound of your broken voice, he suddenly was cradling you close, your limbs not responding when he held you, your head pressed against his chest while he stroked your hair how he once did.

Vaguely, in the back of your mind, you found it a little absurd how much smaller he seemed in comparison to Satoru. He'd always been bigger than you, his chest and his arms still strong and sturdy enough to fully envelop you, but it wasn't the same.

It wasn't who you wanted.

trueform!sukuna and his towering form, his sheer size completely frightening to anyone else. though for you, it’s hard to find him frightening when he’s grabbing at your thighs much more gently than you’d think him capable of. hovering over his lap while he paws at your body, touch treating you as though you’re delicate but still far from innocent.

letting you take your time to adjust to him and his fat dick, two of his arms on your thighs, helping support you through taking him. the other two of his arms sliding up your torso, groping at your tits. evil smile on his face as you twitch pathetically on top of him, good thing he’s only making you take one of his cocks tonight.

you can’t help but shake and shiver, already feeling so overwhelmed through it all. hands pressed to his firm chest for support, head dizzy as you slowly sink further down onto him. glancing down to watch how your cunt drools down his dick, so wet for him that it’s embarrassing.

sukuna holds a deadpan face as he comments, “i thought you were gonna ride me? you’re doing an awful job.” internally fighting to not let it show just how wild your tight pussy is driving him.

locking eyes with him as he feigns uninterest, feeling so small under his gaze, “you’re too– hah– big…”

“don’t be stupid,” he grins, “you’ve taken it before.” the hands on your thighs move to your hips and pull you down onto him incrementally, bit by bit stuffing your little hole full of him.

the way you’re sucking him in so greedily has his cock twitching inside you, the dick you’re not taking feeling painfully neglected. he needs to work you open so nicely for him; he needs you to eventually be able to take both like the sweet little thing he knows you can be. poor pussy bulging around him so lewdly, a site he can’t help but purr at.

“sukuna–” Your cries are falling on deaf ears; he’s too consumed in your cunt devouring him.

pathetic cry registering in his brain somewhere and only serving to turn him on that much more, growing impossibly larger. suddenly slamming himself the rest of the way into you, the shock knocking you forward into him as you whine and whimper. orgasm coming from nowhere at the feeling of his cock filling you so perfectly, throbbing around him, grinding down into his lap as you sputter out broken cries of his name.

sukuna tuts at you like he’s disappointed, like he’s not about to cum himself, “you already came? you’re so greedy,” voice low as he murmurs, “my turn, hmm?”

thinking about sukuna who fucks you in missionary after an argument so he can keep arguing with you.

he currently has one of his hands wrapped around your neck - not applying any form of pressure, but as a reminder that he’s in control as he continues spitting his venom at you.

“you drive me fuckin’ crazy, woman.” he grunts, the curve of his cock causing his tip to kiss that sweet spot of yours.

“fuck you- ah.”, you whimper out as you feel your pleasure build up in your stomach, sukuna’s grasp on your neck tightening at your words as you watch the veins budge from his arms.

“don’t get fuckin’ mouthy, girl.”, he replies, feeling your pussy clench around his cock, scoffing, “y’getting off on this? getting off on making me mad?”

you can’t help but hold back a smirk, damn right.

he clicks his tongue, picking up the pace of his thrusts and bottoming out inside of you as his tip kisses your cervix, the mixture of pain and pleasure causing whiny moans to escape your parted lips, rolling your eyes back.

“y’such a slut. such a slut for this dick, huh?”, he grunts through heavy breaths, applying more pressure on your neck as his thrusts grow rougher, your gummy walls fluttering against his shaft, feeling your orgasm on it’s tipping point.

you nod mindlessly at his words, your brows pinching together as you feel your orgasm finally-

and with a sudden halt in sukuna’s thrusts, he laughs, “what? you think i was about to let you cum?”

“you’re an asshole.”, you scoff.

“mhm, tell me about it.”, he says, leaning down to place a kiss on the side of your head.

“if y’wanna cum so bad, beg me.”, he whispers against your ear, “beg me, y’fuckin’ slut.”

and for some reason, you felt your needy pussy throb at his words. maybe you should get him worked up more often.

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NERD!SUKUNA HEADCANONS - Part 2

You can find Part 1 here

Nerd!Sukuna, who tries to ignore that nagging feeling in his chest anytime he looks at the empty chair across from him, where you used to sit those last few weeks during your assignment.

Nerd!Sukuna, who lies awake at night, haunted by thoughts of you and the what-ifs, cursing himself because he can solve every academic problem and get top grades in all his classes but has no idea how to deal with his feelings.

Nerd!Sukuna, who can't help but stare at you from across the room in the classes you share, feeling a heavy feeling in his chest when he sees you gnaw on your Hello Kitty pen and blink in confusion as you try to make sense of what the professor is explaining.

Nerd!Sukuna, who can feel your eyes on him, too. And he thinks it's fucking cute how you look like the deer in the headlights anytime Sukuna catches you staring. He winks at you and smirks, acting all cool, but there's this suspicious fluttery sensation in his stomach anytime you smile shyly back at him before looking away again.

Nerd!Sukuna, who is secretly into poetry, and finally finds an outlet for all those strange feelings he has been experiencing lately when, one sleepless night, his gaze lands on one of the notebooks he always has on his nightstand, and he grabs a pen and starts to write, ending up scribbling poem after poem about a cute girl with bad grades who drives him insane with her messy handwriting, but who somehow managed to bring so much light into Sukuna's life.

Nerd!Sukuna, who knows he has to finally face the fact that he misses you and wants you back in his life.

i can’t stop thinking about having an only fans with choso. omg the things i wish i could write!

okay i’m writing it…

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

Caleb

Pairing: Caleb x f!Reader

Summary: You want to spend the night with your best friend before your big day.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Cheating, Smut, Mutual Masturbation, Nipple Play, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

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Caleb has let this go for too long. He should’ve put an end to things when you introduced him to your new boyfriend, but he got cocky and decided to watch from the sidelines. How long would it last? In his mind, it was supposed to last a week and then you’d get bored. But in reality…

“I can’t believe I’m getting married tomorrow.” There’s a grin on your face as you stare at the giant rock that adorns your finger. Not only did you have to find a boyfriend, he’s loaded too. Caleb would love to point out that the man is a show off, but he can’t do that without looking jealous. 

Sure, Caleb is dying of jealousy, but he wouldn’t say that out loud. 

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . nanami kento doesn’t argue… except this time he does. and he fucks you while he does it.

nanami kento is a man of undeniable patience and unwavering calm. a think-first, speak-later kind of man—never quick to argue, and always one to listen attentively before offering his own thoughts.

but when you “accidentally” forget to tell him that you’re going out with your friends after work, and spend hours worrying him sick and not answering your phone? now that really pisses him off.

clearly, you had forgotten to follow one of the most important, fundamental rules the two of you had set for each other—always let the other know of your whereabouts. 

seems like nanami had to remind you somehow. and today, his method of choice was fucking it into you. 

“you just can’t” thrust. “do” thrust. “what” thrust. “i tell you” thrust. “huh?” he drives each word into you, his thick cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside—making sure you feel exactly how much he means it.

your face is buried in the sheets of your shared bed, tears staining the pristine white bedsheets. nanami has been at this for hours now, pounding into you—every thrust harder and more punishing than the last.

“ ‘m sorry k-kento please” you sob pathetically into the wet sheets, voice barely audible in your helpless position. a strong hand fists a handful of your hair, pulling your head up closer to his. 

kento leans over, his warm, ragged breath brushing the tip of your ear, staying buried deep in your quivering, tight walls. 

“what was that?” he whispers, keeping a strong—almost painful grip on your hair. 

“i’m s-sorryyy kento i forgot” 

“mmm sweetheart” he murmurs, his voice a low, husky, whisper “that just won’t do.” he finishes, deliberately moving his other hand from your waist up to your sensitive, hardened nipples. you let out a mewl of pleasure as he rolls one between his fingers—the sound quickly turning into a breathy whine when he pinches down.

“please” you barely choke out the plea between sharp sobs. 

“please what? use your words baby” he mutters, hands now kneading the soft flesh of your tits.

“i’m s-sorry” is the only thing you can manage to say—pathetic and ruined in your fucked out state.

kento frees you from his grasp, letting your head fall back down into the mattress. his bruising grip on your waist returns, and he slowly starts moving his hips again. 

“i don’t think you are” is all he says, before quickening his already harsh pace. kento fucks you like this—like he’s trying to make you understand—for the rest of the night.

and you do understand. you understand that you’ll never make nanami mad again.

➸ “This is a sentence.”

➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.

➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”

➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”

➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”

➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”

➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.

“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.

“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”

➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”

➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”

However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!

➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.

If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)

➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“

“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.

➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.

➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”

➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.

“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”

➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.

“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”

omg this is so helpful

!!!!!!!

“What do you think your love language is, Ryo?” you asked, your fingers gently massaging his neck and running through his hair as the two of you drove aimlessly through the quiet night.

He sighed contentedly under your touch, clearly enjoying it more than he’d ever admit. After a moment, he smirked, his eyes still focused on the road.

“I don’t know,” he said casually, “Japanese.”

Ribeye with mashed potatoes

Being in a relationship with Sukuna had its challenges, especially when it came to his routines. So when you misplaced his gym bag by accident, it turned into a big deal. He was already thirty minutes late to his session—something he absolutely hated—and now, he was in a foul mood. Sukuna despised losing anything, even time.

He was petty about it too, giving you the silent treatment for an entire day. By the middle of the second day, you couldn’t take it anymore.

"Baby, I said I’m really sorry, mm? I swear I won’t touch it again, I swear on my heart," you pleaded, raising your hand in a promise.

Still, nothing. He didn’t even look at you. You had been racking your brain for a way to make him forgive you, and finally, you found the answer—food.

His favorite meal: ribeye steak, mashed potatoes, and a cold beer. He loved to eat, and if this didn’t fully earn his forgiveness, it would at least make him smirk. Pressing a quick kiss to his cheek—though he barely reacted—you rushed to grab your bag and keys, hurrying to your car to do some shopping.

damn you got me ha… ha…

Prison love

Sukuna had promised you that his past life was behind him. He had worked so hard to shed the shadows of his former self—the brawls, the rage, the trouble that seemed to follow him everywhere. After meeting you, he swore he’d be different, and he made good on that promise.

He got a steady job, put his old crew behind him, and built a future with you—a future filled with love, laughter, and dreams of a family. The two of you had only been married for two months, still basking in the glow of newlywed bliss, planning your long-awaited honeymoon that his job had delayed. You’d finally booked the tickets. You were going to leave in three weeks.

And then it happened.

Porn Star Sukuna

Sukuna fell into the industry the way most people fell into bad habits—gradually, then all at once.

It started with bartending. Then stripping. Then posting a few risqué pictures online for easy cash. It wasn’t long before a company reached out, offering him something bigger, something real.

He was young, sharp-jawed, and effortlessly desirable—the kind of man both young and older women fantasize about. At first, he stayed faceless, but that didn’t last long. When he finally revealed himself, his popularity skyrocketed. His rough, dominant style set him apart, and soon, he was the most-watched name in the industry.

The attention didn’t faze him. The stares when he walked down the street. The whispers. The bold ones who came up to him, sometimes asking outright if he’d sleep with them. None of it mattered.

What did matter was the money.

This long-distance relationship just wasn’t working for Sukuna anymore.

He can’t see you. Can’t touch you. Can’t put you in a headlock, smack your ass, bite you, or flick your forehead. At this point, are you two even together, or is this just an overpriced pen-pal situation?

He calls you clingy, but let’s be real—anyone with half a brain cell and a functioning set of eyes can see that he’s the real problem here. And the worst part? He knows exactly what he’s doing. He just doesn’t care. He does not want to be saved.

This man is glued to his phone every single minute, refreshing your messages like his life depends on it. And if you don’t answer fast enough? He turns into a grumpy, overgrown toddler, making everyone around him suffer.

At this point, it’s not just him begging you to visit—it’s his friends, his brother, maybe even some strangers off the street. They’re exhausted. They have had enough. Somebody, please, for the love of all things holy, put this man out of his misery and just go see him before they all lose their minds.