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y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

Wip Sukuna anime

mutuals i am politely asking you what color i remind you of

tutoring the school hockey star… but he learns best with nipples in his mouth. 18+

PAIRING. hockey player! sukuna x tutor! reader

you’re barely settled in the chair before his hands slide to your waist and lift you, like it’s already decided. you land in his lap, breath catching, textbook still open on the desk in front of you. your shirt is loose, but still on.

“i study better when you’re in my lap,” he murmurs, hands settling like they belong there.

“that… doesn’t help,” you gasp, fingers curling into his shoulders anyway. it’s a lame excuse but you never find yourself really complaining.

“does,” he replies, teeth grazing your jaw when he leans in. “i know my body.”

you swallow. “’kuna, you need this test to play hockey.”

“ryo.” he groans correcting you, “we been over this. plus we are studying right now, are we not?”

his eyes drift down under your shirt for a second, hand hovering. “…this grown big?” he mutters, thumb brushing lightly over your chest through the fabric. “’m tripping, right?”

you bite your lip, and that’s when he notices. “hmm…” he mutters, eyes widening slightly. “no bra? right, you don’t wear those often.”

“can i lift it up? it’s okay, right?”

you flush, nodding slightly. then slow, deliberately slow.

his hands slip under your shirt working to lift it up not fully taking it off, you feel warm palms, later thumbs dragging over your nipples now fully exposed. he kneads lightly, circling, pressing, testing. “relax,” he murmurs. “i’m just warming you up.”

once you’re trembling enough, he leans in, lips closing over your right nipple. slow, deliberate, tongue flicking once before he starts sucking. his left hand stays busy on the other, thumb circling, pinching lightly like he’s keeping time.

“shit,” you gasp, chest tightening, back arching slightly.

“shh,” he murmurs, voice low and filthy. “your part now. ask me a question while i do this. that’s your job, doll.”

“uh… voltage drop across the resistor in series—” you stammer.

“five volts,” he hums around your nipple, tongue flicking, teeth grazing lightly. left hand still kneading and circling, thumb pressing. “next question. speak while i taste you. so slow.”

“total resistance… is—uh… sum of—” you whisper, knees trembling.

“so pretty,” he groans, switching lips to the left nipple, teeth grazing, tongue pressing, while his right hand keeps massaging the other. “sum of resistances. mm, god, look at you.”

“current… voltage over—” you stammer, pressing your chest closer, voice shaking.

“mm?” he murmurs, teeth grazing lightly, tongue flicking. “how am i supposed to answer when my tutor keeps stuttering? don’t wanna pay for unhelpful service.”

“i…sukuna—” you gasp, hips pressing instinctively.

“ryo.” he murmurs correcting you again, mouth swirling around the left nipple, tongue sliding, teeth grazing. “current’s voltage over resistance…ya wanna be a mommy one day?”

you suck in a breath, fingers digging into his shoulders. “don’t— ask me shit like that when you’re doing this.”

he huffs a low laugh, thumb pinching just enough to make you twitch. “yeah,” he mutters, mouth still slow and mean. “thought so.”

“power dissipated… is—”

“current squared times resistance,” he rasps, lips switching back to the right, left hand still playing, thumb circling, pinching lightly. “would tap this even with milk.”

“stop talking like that—uh… voltage across parallel resistors—how—”

“reciprocal sum,” he murmurs, switching to the left nipple again, tongue swirling, teeth grazing. “so cute… asking questions while i ruin you. i’ve got everything right, aren’t i good?”

“yes. very good ryo,” you take a shaky breath, chest rising, body softening under him.

“which? my circuit skills or my mouth?”

you swallow hard. “you’re… annoyingly good at both.”

his grin is instant, “knew it. tutor approval? that’s extra credit.”

“uh… power rating… last one”

“…maximum power before failure,” he continues, voice rough, mouth never letting up. “kinda like you right now—keep pushing, keep loading the circuit… see how long before you short out in my lap.”

“fuck ryo—” you gasp, voice trembling, fingers clutching his shoulders.

“yeah,” he murmurs, switching back and forth a few more times, lips, teeth, tongue, hands exploring. “did so good, so so good, god you’re perfect.”

he finally pulls you down into it—slow, unhurried, mouth warm and insistent, tongue sliding against yours like he’s tasting the way you’re still shaking. he hums into the kiss, very much satisfied.

he finally pulls back slightly, lips glistening, hands still kneading and massaging. your chest rises and falls, soft, trembling, and slick under him.

your fingers curl into his hoodie, face flushed, chest still aching from his mouth.

he finally pulls back slightly, lips glistening, hands still kneading and massaging. your chest rises and falls, soft, trembling, and slick under him.

“if i pass… you're watching the game, right?"

you catch your breath, heat pooling between your legs. “only if you pass."

“shit,” he groans, one hand drifting up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your lips, teasing. “i swear no one handles me like you. not like this. not even close.”

“you’re lying.”

“nope. never. it’s your responsiveness that makes me hard.”

then, his hand drifts lower, sliding over your clothed clit, pressing, teasing, fingers gentle but firm through the fabric. your hips jerk slightly, eyes widening, breath catching.

and he tilts his head, smirk spreading, voice low and filthy. “feel like this part needs my mouth too, yeah? mind sitting on the table so i can have a better look?”

a/n: i spent my night learning about the NHL now im obsessed (too much heated rivalry on my fyp that i started seeing real players lmao)

⟡ MDNI, True form Sukuna can spawn mouths anywhere

cw : mouths everywhere, overstimulation, is this body horror?, he's in too deep but wtv he's got four arms, cervix fucking is the most realistic thing here if we're honest

Big thanks to @fuckoffmotheefuxker who sent me this ask in my inbox hehe

"The deeper I go, the sweeter you taste, little bird."

It was no secret that Ryomen Sukuna was a beast capable of body horror beyond your wildest expectations. But whilst he abused the power he held on some days, the rest of the time was spent taking advantage of what his body could do by pleasuring you.

That's why you were under him, cunt milking his lower cock dry with a new sensation — one that licked at your gummy walls and left you utterly dumb.

Ever so creative, Sukuna thought of this genius idea as his hips were pistoning in and out of you at a mind-numbing pace. His upper cock lay flat on your slick mound, twitching as you writhed in ecstacy.

And so a pair of mouths had bloomed where both of his tips were, the plum coloured heads peeling apart as a mixture of spit and precum bubbled at the new openings.

"W-wait, 'kuna—," you choked, back arching off the sheets Sukuna had laid you upon hours ago. He had grasped his upper cock with a lecherous grin, guided it forward until a set of lips suctioned around your clit.

"Look at you, all hot and wet and clenching around me like you want to keep me in here."

Inside of you, Sukuna's lower cock did the same — a fat tongue lolling out from the slit until your hips were jerking against his. He groaned, tasting you from the inside and impossibly kissing against the very entrance of your womb. "T-this is crazy— mmh, wait— too deep—"

"Not deep enough, I would say," Sukuna drawled, both cocks moving in tandem to overstimulate you.

And if that wasn't enough, two large hands settled on top of your full breasts — where more mouths formed to latch onto your stiff nipples. The new tongues circled and flicked around with the sole aim to make you cum, to make you soak your lover with the sprays of your orgasm.

Much like their owner, Sukuna's mouths were nothing short of greedy.

You cried out, hands squeezing at his shoulders as he overwhelmed with the tripled stimulation. The hands on your breasts continued to tug and graze against you, Sukuna's upper cock doing the same to your clit.

"Haaah, sweeet little cunt. Had I known you were into this, I would have done this a lot earlier." His hips snapped into you, the tongue inside curling up and lapping mercilessly against your g-spot. Your poor body shook and spasmed — vision finally blurring as the coil in your belly snapped.

"Ryo—"

"Cum, little bird. Show me how much sweeter you get when you fall apart for me."

You squirted, fluid bursting out in hot sprays that the tip of his cock happily drank up. Sukuna's own hips stuttered as your walls clamped down on him, a curse leaving him as he painted your body white — inside and out.

The hot flashes hit you both, hips rolling until the orgasms bled into each other. Until they were thoroughly fucked out of you both.

It took you a while to catch your breath, voice nothing short of a hoarse whisper that dragged out of your throat. "A-aren't you going to pull out?" you whimpered weakly, face hot at the feeling of his cock still affectionately licking at your walls. "It's still going . . ."

"Come on," Sukuna grinned, slapping at the side of your thigh with a weighty hand. "If you think we are done after one round, you are greatly mistaken."

MDNI 18+ 〃 Pervy Best Friend!Satoru x Reader

A/N: happy birthday to us TEEHEE 🤭 also if this looks familiar its bc i recycled lines from something i shared and then never continued writing so just ignore that iykyk....

Thinking about Best Friend!Satoru x Reader..

Best Friend!Satoru who you’ve known since diapers. Whose baby photos are so intertwined with yours that your parents have to squint to remember which toddler was the menace that bit the neighbor’s kid (he insists it was you – it was most certainly not).

Best Friend!Satoru who grows into himself obnoxiously fast. Limbs too long and voice too loud and smile too sharp, looking at you like nothing has changed. Like you’re still the girl two inches taller who used to steal his snacks at recess and boss him around with a gap for two front teeth.

Best Friend!Satoru who grimaces when Suguru asks if you’re dating. Makes a whole show of gagging, dramatically collapsing onto the nearest surface like the idea alone has physically wounded him. “Me? With that hag? If I was attracted to her, I’d cut off my left ball–”

Your brow twitches, and you stomp on his foot. Hard. “Fuck you. Suguru, if I was attracted to him, I’d go bald.”

“Fine, fuck! Both balls then.”

Best Friend!Satoru who just doesn’t see the appeal. When guys go to him asking for advice – what you like, how to impress you – he shrugs them off with a languid flick of the wrist. “Dunno, man. Ask her. She bites.”

(he chooses to ignore the way something curdles in his stomach every time some hopeful idiot says he wants to “shoot his shot.”)

Best Friend!Satoru who claims he’s just being logical. Practical. Helpful, surely. But he always fucks it up somehow.

“No, don’t take her out there. She’s scared of truffles.”

“Sorry?”

“Yeah. Reminds her too much of her feet, I guess.”

“Oh.”

Best Friend!Satoru who acts horribly offended when you confront him the next day. You’re sitting cross-legged on his bed as he games with Suguru on call, your arms folded across your body and voice shrill. “What the fuck happened yesterday, Satoru?”

“Why’re you asking me? I don’t keep track of your love life.”

“You ruined my date.”

“You lie.”

“You told him I had foot fungus.”

Satoru pauses the game. Turns. Glances down at your socks, then back up at you with a scrunch of his nose.

“He looked like the kind of guy who sucked toes, so I had to warn him.”

“I don’t have foot fungus, Satoru.”

“You could. Someday.”

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You're having a baby. He's freaking the fuck out.

Gojo Satoru never wanted kids.

Too messy. Too unpredictable. Too dangerous.

All of the above if, god forbid, the kids pop out and end up like him. The idea of some tiny version of himself running around with cursed energy leaking out of their sticky little fingers has always made his skin crawl. Not because he couldn’t handle it – he could handle anything – but because the world couldn’t. Because he knows exactly how that story ends.

A kid like that wouldn’t get to be just a kid. Not with his blood or his power or his name. They’d be taken and dissected before they could be loved, worshipped before they could be understood or even understand how to. Thrown into a battlefield before they’d ever lose a tooth.

But worst of all – the fear that’s kept him up more nights than he’ll ever admit – is that they’d have his eyes.

Those unnatural, glowing, light-refracting things. A curse disguised as beauty. A beacon of danger. And what if his baby came out looking like him? What kind of life would they ever get to have?

No, he decided a long time ago: No tiny Gojos. No soft cheeks or first steps or lullabies. No cursed bloodline dragging another child into a war they didn’t ask for. He doesn’t want to leave a legacy.

He just wants peace.

So, of course, you had to go and ruin everything.

“You better not be crying,” you whimper from the hospital bed, your fingers squeezing his so tight he swears you might shatter bone.

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Heian Era!Sukuna’s letters, circa 892

poetry & such m.list

The academic world is in shambles.

Archaeologists in Kyoto have unearthed a sealed lacquer box from the early Heian period, tucked behind a collapsed shrine wall. Housing dozens of silk-bound scrolls inside, written in an alarmingly passionate hand. The team expects political intrigue, poetic philosophy – perhaps even religious text. Something to better understand modern humanity’s predecessors.

What they find instead is.. well.

Your scent lingers like sweet balm to the weary soul, salving my skin with saccharine lace and gossamer ribbon. Were I some less honorable being, I will have willed myself homebound, to embrace and consume you whole beneath pale moonlight.

It has been a fortnight since you last wrote.
Do you intend to kill me thus, woman? Word by word withheld?

Send me a lock of your hair. Better yet a cut of cloth from your undergarments, for your weary king to behold. To wrap around his sword hilt, that every death may whisper tender of your name.

How strange the enemy, to write more often than my own wife. I shall be better off to assume affection from their corpse.

I am not a monk, woman.

Your husband returns. Do not bathe.

Experts are divided as to whether or not to classify the findings as early examples of love letters, or psychological warfare. A proud professor with alabaster bedhead sums it up best at a press conference –

“We’ve discovered the Heian equivalent of sexting.”

As of this morning, a response has been identified among the scrolls (penned in a markedly steadier hand).

You are no more an honorable being than you are a mutt.
I shall love you longer should my hands not fall off first in clutch of this quill –
and by god, you are exhausting, Ryomen.

A/N: my roman empire is the way i lock in for historical stuff

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In my next life I will be reborn as #sukuna ryomen.