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a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

Mental health status:

no way ppl are using ai to write ao3. what happened to being a tortured writer. what happened to blood on the page. what happened to the ao3 curse. people used to get run over, have their houses burned down, break their entire spines and they still put in the work to finish a chapter. fuck you, using ai. y’all are weak

Just taking a moment to SCREAM how much I love this platform... Currently reading masterpiece after masterpiece tonight and can't even express how much the quality and talent of you all lovely people leave me speechless... Tumblr has become my safe place lately and I really want to thank each one of you, mooties and non, for making this virtual space so special 💜

im gnawing on the bars of my enclosure rn

The Ribbon trend but with Sukuna

getting back into bg3 and realizing that the dark urge would perfectly match sukuna's freak

everytime someone writes sukuna x reader x toji i giggle and kick my feet

controller | sukuna x f!reader master list

prologue

Summary: Working as Wasuke Itadori's personal assistant wasn't all that bad. You got paid well, the hours were reasonable, he wasn't a complete asshole like most CEO's were. But there was a catch, and it came in the form of his charismatic son that trouble always seemed to follow. Or maybe he was the problem? Just don’t say you weren’t warned about him.

genre: modern au, 18+, forbidden romance (?), jin and sukuna are twins, smut, angst, fluff, crack & all that good stuff

warnings: explicit smut, graphic depictions of violence, mentions of drug and alcohol use, profanity, more will be added bc this is sukuna were talking about

a/n: 2.7k words, but that's what prologues are for, right??

“Morning Sir!” You immediately stood up from your desk the moment your boss came into view. 

“Good morning,” Wasuke all but mumbled, taking his usual coffee order off your hands. 

“Oh actually, I can throw your coffee in the microwave if you want, it’s probably cooled off since I picked it up,” you offer, but the man just waves you off. 

“No need, I’m the one that showed up late today,” he says, shooting his other assistant a cold glare because it was actually their fault, not his. “What’s on the schedule for today?” 

You hurriedly followed behind him as you started listing off today's agenda, “You have a meeting with the planner of the company’s upcoming gala at 10:00, then a conference call at 2:00, and one more meeting at 3:30 with a potential board member.. His name is Renji, I believe.” 

“Yes, Renji Takahara.” He confirmed. 

CEO’s are weird, you really don’t get why they ask you what's on today’s schedule when they clearly already knew. But for someone that just confirms the knowledge he already had, you got paid fairly well, so it doesn’t bother you that much. 

“Got it,” you keep up your usual optimistic tone as you began to notify him of other things he’s probably already well aware of. 

To say you graduated at possibly one of the worst times ever was an understatement. 

234 applications.

26 interviews.

0 hires. 

Which is insulting given how much you worked your ass off in university– internships, school clubs, volunteering. 

All that, for fucking nothing. 

Which is why you gave up on finding a job in your field for the time being and started applying to literally any and every place hiring. 

And that is how you ended up as the personal assistant to Wasuke Itadori, the CEO of Itadori & Co. 

You really don’t know how you landed this job, out of all the entry level positions you’ve applied for to begin with. It’s most likely from the fact that you really emphasized how much of a hard worker you were during the interview— which is exactly what Wasuke needed because he had your work cut out for you. 

Work in general hasn’t been that bad though, Wasuke was a pretty reasonable person to work for. You hear horror stories from personal assistants all the time– the insults, the beration, the tears. 

While you do a lot, like picking up his dry cleaning and lunch on an already tight schedule, he was always nice about it. 

At least nicer to you than he was with Akio, his other assistant, who’s mainly responsible for driving him around and made the man late this morning— hence Wasuke’s more sour than usual attitude this morning.

You’re only worry at this point was that one thing he said on your first day, when he was going over all of your tasks and responsibilities.

-

“–And if my other son ever bothers you too much, you’re more than welcome to call security,” Wasuke had added, a little too calmly. 

You laughed apprehensively at that, in hopes that he was just kidding– to lighten the mood, you know? 

But your laugh was met with dead silence, he was not kidding when he said that. And it left you a little rattled, one could only assume that his son harassing people was a common occurrence given how he was just letting you know.

“Sounds good!” You eagerly nodded once more, because you really needed this fucking job. 

-

But it’s been well over a month since he said that. It was right of you to take that worry, crumple it up, and throw it to the back of your mind. 

He couldn’t be that bad. 

You’ve already met his twin, Jin— if sunshine was a person, he’d be exactly that. Soft spoken, respectful, honest, hardworking. 

Wasuke seemed so proud of him, it almost always warms your heart whenever you see them in the same room together. It was usually Jin talking about something he was able to work through to make business run smoother and Wasuke openly praising him after. 

You haven’t seen much of Sukuna, or heard much of him, really. Granted, that family’s PR team worked overtime keeping their name in a good light, according to Wasuke, who’s quickly grown comfortable with complaining about his personal life to you.

But there was that one time you had to pick up a few items from your boss's home office, which overlooked his massive backyard that had a pool. 

And there he was, leaning over the edge of said pool, working on his laptop. You were too focused on the sight of his massive arms at first, but then you eventually noticed the bottle of 1942 next to the laptop, it was barely 10:00 am.

In that moment you kind of understood why your boss was the way he was.

You didn’t mention the tequila part when you told Wasuke that you didn’t realize his son still lived with him, which made the poor man blow a fucking gasket because they haven’t lived under the same roof since he moved out at 18. 

He was quick to question if his son bugged you or not, followed by a deep sigh of relief when you said that he never even noticed you. 

Shortly after that you overheard him yelling at someone on the phone, presumably his son that broke into his home, to get the hell out of his house. 

—

“Hey Akio? Do you think you can–” 

“Not now,” your colleague cuts you off. It clearly pained him to do so given how frantic the man was, rushing out of your bosses office and off to god knows where. 

Did he get fired? You doubt it, Wasuke didn’t dislike him that much. Aside from today, he usually got him everywhere early. 

You watched his sheepy self make his way through the floor towards the elevator– trying his best to find a middle ground between fast walking and jogging. You seriously wondered what his deal was, but given how much of a closeted gossiper your boss was, you’d probably find out before the day ended.  

Work was sort of slow for you today, which was a surprise in itself. All you really had to focus on was to pick up Wasuke’s lunch, schedule some extra meetings for him, and work on his travel arrangements for his upcoming work trip– which was amazing because that meant you got to take 4 days off. And because of that, you happily picked out the best accommodations for him when he goes to Beijing next month. 

On paper, you looked like a caring assistant, but he knew you well enough at this point to know that it was just so he’d fuck off while you enjoyed your own little vacation away from the office. 

He appreciated that about you– the upbeat attitude mixed in with the brutal honesty. 

“Would you be able to stay back for an extra hour to rearrange my schedule for next week?”

“Of course, Mr. Itadori! Who am I to say no to overtime pay?”

“How was Ms. Suzuya on the phone today? Did she give you a hard time?”

“She did give me a hard time when trying to reschedule the conference. Ms. Suzuya’s kind of a bitch. But that’s okay! It was successfully moved to the 13th at 10:00 am like you asked.”

“Wonderful, excellent work as always.”

“Were you able to pick up my dry cleaning this morning?”

“Unfortunately not Mr. Itadori. Sue mentioned something about extra stains that were tough to get out? She said it like they were impossible to get out.”

Okay, maybe that one kind of hurt, but it beats Akio who starts to tremble whenever he glances his way.

It was refreshing– you, not Akio. He’s sure that after more time of getting acclimated to the company, he’ll really get to see you flourish with that honesty of yours. Maybe he’ll even offer you a job as one of the company's advisors when it comes time for you to move on from being an assistant. 

“So you must be the old man’s new assistant,” a seducingly low voice pulled you out of your paperwork, basically looming over you with both their hands on your desk.

“Yes, I am! My name is–” You began to introduce yourself, yet ended up faltering on your own words when you looked up.

You didn’t even notice Akio, who was standing right behind him. It would’ve made sense as to why he left the office in the state he was in, this man was terrifying compared to his boss.

You can tell he’s Jin’s brother by the hair– yet his jawline was sharper, shoulders were way more broad, his gaze was more intimidating than inviting. God, you could tell he was so much more taller too. 

His entire presence was overwhelming on its own, instead of taking up too much space you could tell he was the type of person that just demanded it. 

There was no point in lying to yourself, he is incredibly attractive. Had you met him under different circumstances, you’d most likely indulge in whatever antics he had hidden up his sleeve. 

But you weren’t, because once again, you need this job. 

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart.” He smirked as he began to poke fun at you, knowing that Wasuke and Jin probably warned you about him beforehand. He bends down slightly to get a better look at your name tag, that was on your chest, and says your name slowly– making your cheeks heat up and heart start to fucking race. “Pretty name,” he remarks, in his equally pretty voice. 

“Oh– thanks,” your words stumble out, silently kicking yourself over the way your brain just betrayed you by short circuiting from the sight of him. “And you must be—”

“Sukuna!” You hear Wasuke explode from a distance, clearly furious over something he had done given by how he kept yelling at him. “Get in my office, now!” 

It didn’t seem to faze him though, as he calmly stood back up to full height. He shot you a menacing look before making his way towards the office, as if it were his own choice and not a command. Wasuke was quick to slam the door shut after Sukuna took his dear time walking the 15 feet to get in.

It went on for about an hour, the incoherent yelling between the two, mixed with one of them genuinely laughing. You doubt it came from your boss— he barely showed joy to begin with.

You weren’t exactly sure what they were fighting over since their voices were muffled behind closed doors, but you did hear the words ‘coke’ and ‘prison’ come up, multiple times. 

It wasn’t until Jin eventually came in to intervene when things finally started to calm down. You didn’t miss the sorry look he gave you before walking through the gates of hell.

It doesn’t take rocket science to immediately see what kind of family dynamic they had— Jin being the golden child and Sukuna the complete opposite of what a golden child was. 

“Would you like to leave early today?” Wasuke peaked his head out of his office around 15 minutes after the yelling died down. “I’m sure it’ll take the rest of the day for me to sort out.. personal matters.” He snaps his head back and glares into his office as says it. 

“Yeah sure!” You immediately perk up, as if you didn’t just listen to him hurl profanities at his own son for a good hour. “Thank you Mr. Itadori!” 

“You’re not gonna introduce me to her?” You can hear the fake disappointment in Sukuna’s voice, once again trying to get a rise out of his father.

“Shut up,” he sharply tells his son. “Don’t think you’re off the hook right now just because your brother came to your rescue.” It's like he was reminded all over again as to why he was in that office in the first place.

You don’t even get a chance to say goodbye before the man slams his door shut and continues to argue with his son once more, over something else. You could only hope it wasn’t over you, but it was. But not in the way you’d think, this was more of Wasuke being fed up with his son’s track record of fucking just about every woman around his age that works at the company. 

It’s why he’s allowed him to work from home, even though he prefers to have all of his employees working in person. It just made his own life significantly easier. 

And don’t get him wrong, he loves Sukuna.

That's his son! 

His favorite thing about the boy was how fast he was able to close a deal. 

If Jin were a golden retriever, then Sukuna was a fucking rottweiler.

And that rottweiler made Wasuke millions.

Jin makes this world a better place, then there’s Sukuna who controls it. He can’t even lie, watching his son completely dominate an entire room full of board members fills his chest with pride as a father.

He was a lucky man— two rare personalities bundled into the price of one. He’s extremely grateful for that fact when Sukuna’s not fucking with the family name— whether it be from trying to fuck as many women as he can in one night or landing himself a night in jail for shoving ten thousand yen down a waiters throat, all because his steak wasn’t rare enough.

At least he never got an opportunist pregnant in college (cough, cough)(Jin). He never said that the bastard was perfect, either.

But then again, maybe having a wife and kids would make him less.. extreme, for a lack of better terms. 

He doubts it though. 

—-

The first thing you did when you got the hell out of that building was go straight to your favorite restaurant. You didn’t do anything special to deserve it, but you decided to treat yourself to a take-out and wine night while watching one of the movies you’ve had your eye on for a while. 

Working as a personal assistant was draining. You’ve grown fond over Wasuke's grumpy demeanor, especially since it was mainly directed at Akio, but the job was still exhausting. 

You’d think a mean old man would just take his coffee black, but that family will forever prove your own biases wrong. He likes a medium Colombian roast with oat milk, and not three, but with four packets of Splenda. Mr. Itadori has the same coffee order as a drunk housewife who does Pilates every morning to cancel out her nightly blackouts.

What’s next, Sukuna drinks yakult while Jin shotguns a Red Bull each morning? 

You giggle to yourself at thought while walking through the doors of your apartment. If anything it was Sukuna who threw back energy drinks each morning, probably to chase down his daily prescription of vyvanse.

Though with the way his dad was yelling at him earlier today and what he was yelling at him for, it was safe to assume he had a better option than those two combined, and it was neatly packed in a 1x1 clear baggie. 

You don’t even know why you were thinking about that family to begin with anyways. They aren’t necessarily bad people, at least Jin and Wasuke, but it was best to steer clear from their personal business– including the thought of them. God knows what kind of skeletons they had hidden in their closets, especially the devil child that seemed to take up too much of their emotional time. 

So you do what you do best– crumple up that thought and throw it to the back of your mind. You were grateful you got to go home early. Yeah, life was boring at times, especially since your idea of a good time was getting tipsy while watching a movie, but it’s what you worked hard for. 

Even if you didn’t exactly have your dream job right now.

You were more than halfway through your movie when your phone gave off a little ping! Of course you thought nothing of it, thinking it was just a text from one of your friends. 

But your intuition has yet to fail you, and you just knew that you were fucked the moment you read the simplest little message on your screen. 

| (Unknown Number): hey (:

a/n: sooo..... what do we think?

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sorry i just wanted to hear you s(cream)!

☆ summary: ghostface is in town and it’s either fuck or flee… we all know what you chose…

★ warnings: ghostface!sukuna, fem-reader, reader is a serial killer fanatic, sort of same setting as scream 1(so early 2000s), smutt, dark themes, mask kink, chase play, weapon usage(knife), ghostface hates to see reader coming, a little bit of cuting, dirty talking, degradation, a little bit of voyeurism, sukuna is super mean(but like duh), oral, rough sex, dumbification, choking, spanking, suffocation, hair pulling, squirting. come eating/swallowing, etc.

☆ word count: 3.4k~

★ a/n: boomshakalaka yes gawwwwddd

also thank you to the loml @alainatranquility for the idea☺️

The grainy image of the masked killer flickering on your tiny television set should have frightened you. Should have had you double-locking your doors and crawling under your covers, praying to wake up safely. 

“We advise everyone to stay indoors...” The reporter's voice droned on, your gaze locked on that blurry photo. A ghastly white mask open in a scream, blood spattered on the knife clutched in the killer’s hand. You could feel your thighs clenching, breath hitching as you shuffled on your living room couch. 

This was a real life serial killer in your town. A murderer who killed people for sport. Not a person in a documentary or character in a scary movie. If he’d ever met you he would probably gut you like a fish and have no mercy doing it. 

You held your breath at the thought: those gloved hands, one roughly grasping your throat and the other driving his knife repeatedly into your side. Fuck, you were wet. 

You’d been following the masked killer for weeks. Waiting with bated breath for another news report to air out about his latest victim. Lamenting with your friends about the serial killer invading your town knowing you clutched your sheets and came nightly to the thought of him invading you.

You tried to find him multiple times, rushed to crime scenes in the wake of his murders hoping to catch a glimpse, get a glance at the man absolutely ruining the equilibrium of your small suburban town. 

But he was always gone without a trace. Nowhere to be found. The news gave updates on each new kill added to his list, but couldn’t figure out where he was, who he was. This ghost face—what the news began calling him—was like something out of a movie, a fantasy. 

And so you planned to do the next best thing: use yourself as bait. 

Ghostface killed mostly at night, so it was 1am when you found yourself trekking through the woods, awaiting your could-be killer. 

A distant howl had you gasping as you whipped your head towards the sound, the only source of light the full moon hanging distantly in the sky. Twigs snapped beneath your boot-covered feet as you shuffled through the seemingly endless forest, feeling a little stupid for standing in the woods, waiting for a serial killer to come find you. At this point, you’d instead be dead from an animal attack. 

But this is what attracted the killer, you thought. 

You tried to seem open, inviting, like you were some dumb girl, walking foolishly in the woods at night. Maybe you should have brought your ex, they’d put up a good front, and lord knows they were itching to see you again. You wouldn’t mind if Ghostface took them out. 

But no, this was better. There’d be no witnesses to your shame. No eyes as you lived out your darkest desire. 

You hear a twig snap behind you and you turn quickly towards the sound, heart thumping in your chest as your eyes roam across the patchy forest, silent despite the noises. You move ahead, your thighs slick and face hot as you hold your coat a little tighter, fear coursing through your body and setting it practically aflame. 

A rustle sounds and you jump, turning once again towards the source of the sound, just a bunny in the bushes. You heave a sigh of relief turning forwards to continue walking—

Your breath is stolen by the killer standing before you. How could he even be that quiet?? He was so…

Big. Enormous is the only way to describe him. Huge broad shoulders covered by black robes, so tall he could probably grab the highest branch of the nearest tree with ease. Towering over you, he seemed more monster than man. Or maybe that was the signature ghost mask covering his face and the gleaming knife in his big gloved hand. 

He was everything and more than what you imagined him to be. You crumpled to the ground as your legs give way and you try to look scared, to will away the smile threatening to consume your face and your eyes already clouding with lust. 

Ghostface approaches you, each step making your body tremble with need as he towers over you. You somehow twist your face into a terrified expression, taking in those big thighs straining the confines of his robes and the shadow cast over your face as he stares down at you and tilts his head. 

Fuck, you think you came. “P-Please don’t kill me.” You whisper, and Ghostface says nothing. Not surprising. 

But what is surprising is his gloved hand grabbing a tight hold of your hair and yanking you towards him. 

Pain flares in your scalp and you hold back a moan, but a whimper still escapes from your lips. Maybe you sounded pained(you probably didn’t). 

He leans down, masked covered face inches away from yours and you can’t even hear him breathing. His left hand clutching you like a rag doll by your hair and his right holding his knife. Which he brings to your neck, the sharp end nearly pressing into the skin just below your chin. 

You were practically trickling into the grass at this point. “Please, please…” you softly beg, and he pushes the blade into your skin, you let out a squeak from the contact, pain and pleasure dueling within you as you feel the blood dripping from your neck. But no, he couldn’t kill you just yet. 

You break free of his hold. Somehow. Darting off quickly away from him on your trembling legs. The cut he made in your skin wasn’t deep, you wouldn’t bleed out or anything. But if you hadn’t run the fun would have been over, he would have driven that knife into your neck and watched you choke to death on your own blood. 

And why did that thought make you more horny?? 

You stop to take a breath, propping yourself up against a nearby tree, chest heaving and skin sticky with sweat. You chuck off your jacket, goosebumps immediately rising on your flesh as you stand in nothing but a practically see through tank top and a pair of leggings. Perhaps he’d get a load of your tits transparent against the cheap fabric of your shirt, and want to brutally fuck you. 

The thought almost has you slipping your hand beneath your leggings and finishing against that tree. But you needed to keep running. You jog for a few more minutes, then break into a full blown run when you catch a glimpse of a shadow in the distance. 

You’re no athlete, so it only takes a few more minutes before you’re toppling to the ground, heaving in breaths. He’d find you for sure. 

Crunch, crunch, the sound of footsteps, walking calmly in your direction. You tried to stand, propping yourself up against the nearest tree but you were spent. It’d only been what, fifteen minutes and your legs weren’t fucking working. Shit. 

Still you manage to crawl, hoping to keep up the fun as long as you could. His footsteps are getting louder and louder, till your vision is obscured by the shadow of his massive body and he leans down to grab you and throw you into the nearest tree. 

You let out a groan from the pain blooming in your back, but the sensation is driving you mad with need. He was so rough with you, no regards for your life. Treating you like a mere object. 

His hand comes up to your throat before you can even think another sinful thought, and your thighs feel damp. You barely manage a whimper, his hand pinning you against the wall by your neck. 

He’s trying to kill you, you remind yourself. Maybe don’t think about how close his big body is to yours and how you can hear the sound of his breathing. You wondered what he looked like under the mask, if he was as elated as you were right now. 

You’re struggling to breathe, remember? Oh right, your eyes roll back as your breath is stolen from you and your face almost purples. If you weren’t currently suffering from asphyxiation, you’d realize your feet were well off the ground and you were being dangled against the tree. 

“Pl…ease,” you gasp, grabbing at his hand. But his hold was like fucking steel, “don’t…kill me..u..se me.” His grip loosens for the slightest second and you take advantage of it, breaking free and tumbling to the ground. You inhale mouthfuls of air as you grab at your bruised throat. 

The jig was up it seemed, so you did not hesitate as you latched onto him, pressing your face into his crotch and glancing up at him with as innocent of an expression as you could muster, “Please? I can be really good.” 

He immediately shoves you off, your back smacking once again into the tree. You groan again, guess he was immune to your charm.

“Fucking freak.” You almost miss it as you rub at your stinging lower back. But it’s unmissable, the sound of his voice. Deep, possibly made deeper by the confines of the mask and so fucking perfect. 

And he used it to call you a freak. 

You can’t take it anymore, you prop yourself up against the tree, slipping a hand into your leggings and rubbing yourself through your already soaked panties. Moaning loudly as you looked up at him. 

You stuffed three fingers into your sopping pussy, and he watched. Body language slightly open, as if considering if you were even worth the fuck. 

“Please, please fuck me. U-Use me.” You moaned, absolutely ruining your leggings. “You can kill me after, fuck—I need you.” Your body arched into your own touch, head falling back against the hard bark as you practically rode your fingers, thumbing at your clit and whining as your orgasm practically took you—

But you didn’t get the chance, because he was grabbing you by your hair once again, roughly bringing your face into the huge visible bulge hiding beneath his robes. You looked up at him and he down at you, before he gestured with the knife in his right hand for you to get to work.

You quickly pawed at his robes and excitedly undid his pants. Hands trembling as you set that monster free. Fuck, he was huge, bigger than anything you’d ever seen. Would this even fit in you?? Long, thick and covered in veins, there was a black tattooed band around the base that somehow made him hotter. You wondered where else he had tattoos.

Your eyes were practically heart shaped as you gave a few shallow licks to his flushed tip, shuddering at the addicting taste of his precome on your tongue. Each stripe of your tongue along his cock had you moaning, slipping your hand between your legs to rub at your clit as you took him into your mouth. 

His hand was still dusted in your hair and he was still looking down at you, watching you drool all over his cock. He applied pressure to his hold, forcefully shoving his length down your throat. You didn’t even have a moment to protest as your eyes rolled back and you struggled to breathe. He was fucking his cock into your drooling mouth like you were some sort of sex doll. Sliding in and out of your mouth like you were just another fleshlight.

You could feel your mouth swelling from the friction, hear the sounds of your gagging on his fat cock, feel the tears rolling down your cheek as you nearly suffocated, your hands digging into him as you simultaneously wished for the torture to end and wanted it to last forever. 

It did end, both thankfully and unthanfully as he emptied into your mouth, fucking a few more shallow thrusts into your face before he indelicately let you go. 

You coughed immediately, struggling to breath as his cum trickled from your lips. His hand didn’t leave you as he brought it down to your chin, keeping it closed. He was silent of course, but you could feel the threat radiating off of him as he looked down at you: he wanted you to swallow all of it, despite the fact that you were struggling to breathe. 

You gleefully obliged, feeling his warm his come sliding down your throat. He propped your mouth open with his gloved thumb and you stuck your tongue out, showing him you’d done as told. 

“Have I been good?” You pondered, with the ghost of a smirk, you brought your hand to your mouth swiping your finger across your bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth. 

And to your surprise he had a response, “You fucking slut.” Your pussy clenched almost immediately, a moan making its way past your lips. Once again, he grabbed you by your throat, dragging you off the ground and pinning you to the tree. 

He brought his knife to the front of your lose tank top, dragging it through the fabric till it tore and your chest was exposed. You could feel the cool of the blade against your inner thigh as he pushed your legs apart, tearing apart your leggings. 

With no warning—of course no warning—he stuffed his cock into you. You could barely choke out the words, “you’re too big!” around his hand on your throat, before he’d pushed himself all the way in with a slight grunt. 

The stretch was unbearable, even stuffing three fingers into your pussy prior was practically useless. Still, the pain of his fat cock digging in you set pleasure shooting through your body, had you tightening around him as you ground into him and he bottomed out inside you. 

“There’s always freaks like you.” You heard him grunt as he pulled you down on his cock, “fucking whores that want to be filled.” You managed a strangled moan as he thrusted into you. “Is that right?”  

You didn’t respond, not like you could when he was strangling you and giving you the best cock you’ve had at the same time.

 “I asked a fucking question.” You heard him say and felt his grip loosen. You could moan freely now as his cock bullied into that spot that had you gasping. 

“Yes! Yes, I’m a f-fucking whore!” You slurred, dizzy with the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. 

“Oh shut up, slut.” He pulled his cock out of you, letting you fall to the ground like you were no more than an object. 

You couldn’t even be surprised, too cock drunk to do anything more than paw at him on your knees, “Please, I’ll be a good whore for you, I’ll let you fill me up—”

He chuckled, a low perfect sound. This time you couldn’t hide the whimper that resounded at the back of your throat in response. “Let me?” His gloved hands fisted his cock in a way that couldn’t have been comfortable, but he still spurted ropes of come that landed directly onto your face and chest. He pulled you towards him, shoving his fingers into your mouth so hard you nearly gag, “I’m gonna do whatever I fucking want to you, because you’re my kill. Mine to use before I end your useless life.” 

“Yes, yes, ’m sorry—” you gargled around his lips.

“Did I say you can fucking talk?” You quickly and frantically shook your head. “Get up and turn around.” 

You obliged quickly, standing on your shaky feet, nude as you could really feel the cold night air against your naked skin, goosebumps pebbled your trembling flesh, your chest heaving and nipples hard. You turned around, facing bark, shivering through the cold of the night as you awaited his orders. 

His hands grasped your ass and you gasped, “This is what you wanted, huh?” His fingers made their way through the holes in your leggings before effortlessly ripping them and your panties off. “Some sick fantasy that your whorish mind conjured up.” His hand was around your neck again, pushing your face into the tree until you couldn’t speak, then prying your legs apart to stuff his cock into you again. 

The different angle forced a moan from your throat, fuck, you could feel him practically in your stomach. If you pressed your lower stomach you felt there would be a bulge there, an imprint of his cock buried into you with no care for how deep it could actually go.  

 “Fuck, I hate freaks like you.” He grunted into your ear, hand tightening around your neck, as you weakly whimpered, “Everywhere I turn I run into worthless sluts like you.” 

If you weren’t struggling to breath and getting fucked like an animal you would have gave a snide response. Of course he had women trailing after him, you weren’t the only freak out there with a mask kink. It was a little annoying that your pussy wasn’t the only one he used and abused. 

But fuck, you couldn’t think about that now, his fingers found its way back into your mouth again as he fucked you, your eyes rolling back and lips sucking sloppily at them. There was this delicious sound of skin clashing as his hips roughly met yours each time he pushed his dick inside you and you wondered if there was anyone watching, if someone found themselves in the woods and could see you getting used like a slut by the town killer. 

“So fucking tight.” He ground out, “It’s a shame. I should keep you as my fucktoy, just come in all your holes whenever I need it.” You moaned louder at the suggestion, pressing back against his thrusts, “but killing you will be so much more pleasant.” 

“Mmn-ffuck, y-yes, yes, please use me.” You couldn’t help the words leaving your lips as your skin scraped against the bark, sensitive nipples stimulated with each thrust and his fingers still in your mouth, pulling you apart. 

“Oh shut it.” He punctuates his words with a slap on your ass and you nearly bite his fingers. 

“Sorry, s-sorry, ‘m sorry.” You fight a smile around his fingers as he lays another slap at your ass. “So good, so goodd.” You slur and another follows it, your ass stinging. “‘M sorry—I c-can’t.” You absolutely can. 

“You’re doing it on purpose aren’t you?” He grabs your stinging cheek and squeezes, “There’s nothing you’re not into is there, you fucking slut?” 

You can’t answer because you’re about to come, your thighs quiver, pussy clenching around his cock as you fuck yourself back on it, rutting into it again and again until you come on him with a barely there whine. He follows you soon after, emptying his balls into you until the warm cum spills out of you and drips down your thighs. 

He slips his hand between them, gloved fingers pushing the come back inside as you whine from the overstimulation. “Keep it inside, you wanted it, right? Now it’s gonna be the last thing you fucking feel.” 

He’s left you once again, and you’re on the ground, naked and spent. Stuffed full of come and trembling. 

You never heard him drop the knife, nor did you hear him pick it up. But it was in his grasp as he loomed over you, mask still on his face, still setting your pussy aflame. 

 “P-Please, not yet!” You begged, latching yourself to his thigh as you rutted yourself against him. He scoffed as he watched you, your plump lips wobbly, eyes wet and pleading up at him cloudy with lust. “I can do it again, stuff me full, please.” You begged, grinding your soaked pussy against his leg until you came, squirting your juices all over him and the ground below.  

“What a fucking animal.” He scoffed, kneeling down to you, “It almost makes me feel bad for wanting to kill you.” He murmured, fingers almost delicately clutching your sweat and come soaked face, thumbing at your numb lips. At this point you were practically seeing two. 

“Maybe I’ll keep you.”, he cocked his head, before reaching for his face and pulling off his mask. You’re so delirious you can barely acknowledge it, can barely take it the handsome edges of his face, the tattoos perfectly scrawled across his skin and his red eyes staring almost endearingly down at you. There’s a slight smirk on his pink lips and you’re blinking into unconsciousness before hearing his last words. 

“You’re my kill after all.”

Feel like Sukuna cries when he cums - because he has those two huge cocks n' they get so painfully hard when he's not in you. They throb so much, and het gets to feel how warm and cosy you are inside twice as much? Hell yeah, he's crying when he cums.

OF Model!Toji

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Masturbation (both f and m), Consensual Recording, Fingering, P in V, Reverse Cowgirl, Degradation, Fem!Reader, Not Proofread

Minors Do Not Interact

OFModel!Toji who also happens to be your roommate.

OFModel!Toji who makes solo content and is quite popular on the site.

OFModel!Toji who sits on the edge of his bed every night as he films himself, his cock in his hands as the precum leaks out of his tip as he talks the filthiest words into the mic.

OFModel!Toji who thinks you have no idea about his little side hustle until one night when he hears soft sounds coming from your bedroom.

OFModel!Toji who presses his ears against your locked bedroom door to hear your voice in the form of moans and whines. 

OFModel!Toji who presses himself against the door even further and realizes that he can hear his own voice from the room; it doesn’t take him long to understand that you have been watching his videos.

OFModel!Toji whose lips curl into a smirk as he takes the chance of twisting your bedroom door knob, only for your door to actually open— almost as if you want him in.

OFModel!Toji who sees you are bottom naked with your top lifted over your tits as your fingers work between your widely spread legs while you watch his pre uploaded videos.

OFModel!Toji whose eyes meet yours soon after.

OFModel!Toji who calls you the dirtiest names as you sit on his lap naked in front of a camera as he goes live.

OFModel!Toji who vigorously rubs your clit as his cock slams into your cunt, your legs spread out for the camera to have a better access

“Hm? What was that?” he coos, still loud enough for the mic to take in his voice as you sputter out incoherent words between your needy moans. “That’s right. Show them how much of a dirty slut you are. Tell them how you were touching yourself to my videos.”

OFModel!Toji who laughs when you nod to his words, your mind too fogged up to have a conscience.

OFModel!Toji who makes it a regular routine to fuck you senseless in front of the camera after he sees how many more viewers he gets with you present.

summer's end

sukuna lovers, what do we think his super power would be in an au that has abilities? I know its lame asf and the most common one, but i lowkey think super strength. please let me know your thoughts for an upcoming fic !! reader is gonna have telekinesis & telepathy ♡

-> to love is to invite death // masterlist

summary: instead of eating the finger of ryomen sukuna, you somehow absorb it, the whole action resulting to you summoning him instead. unfortunately, he's very much stuck to you at any second of the day.

warning/s: smut, p in v, creampies, sukuna has two cocks, overstimulation, oral (r receiving), degrade and praise kink, use of sukuna's stomach mouth, angst, character death, reincarnation, isekai, love crisis, betrayal fluff, clingy sukuna, alot of cuddling, oh he's just a big cat isn't he, kid!sukuna for a few scenarios!! showering together, slight enemies to lovers, no use of y/n

-> whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil

-> the demon in heaven

-> so let me be your fool then

ao3 // masterlist

When you and your gf have matching scars 🤭

The hand looks so awfulllll ToT

₊˚ ⋅𓎩 ‧₊˚ 'with just a taste of your heart'

synopsis ○ reader who loves baking

gojo, nanami, tojo, sukuna, geto, yuji, megumi, toge, yuta

warnings: swearing, suggestive

(๑･̑◡･̑๑)

pass the yuri 🥂

Day 5, Yuri :)

Thinking about Sukuna (as usual)

little sukuna fluff because i love him ^♡^

CW: pure fluff, mentions of smoking, thats it !

Thinking about Sukuna finally proposing after being with you for three years.

It’s almost midnight, your birthday party steadily coming to a close and it just started to lightly rain. Half your friends are trying to stay awake, the other half raving about ordering more pizza. Sukuna pulls on your arm, asking if you’ll stand outside with him while he smokes. He promised he was trying to quit, the last cigarette from his last box.

His nerves are making him freeze up as you both step outside together. He pulls you into the rain from under the porch and digs into his pocket for what you assume was his cigarettes. The air is chilly, you wrapping your arms around yourself to try and keep the last remaining bit of body heat.

Your eyes widen as he gets down onto one knee, pulling out a ring box instead. He’s shaking as he holds your left hand, and you know that if you mentioned it, he’d say it was from the cold and not him being nervous.

He pulls the ring out, and doesn’t even get one word in before you’re leaning down to smash your lips against his. He’s chuckling against you, holding onto you tightly as he stands back up.

“Damn woman, didn’t even let me get a word out.” He teased, brushing some hair out of your face.

His next words were muttered against your lips before he kisses you again, much softer than the kiss you initiated. “Marry me.”

He didn’t even have to ask, your answer would always be yes.

ೃ⁀➷ hihi welcome !

: ̗̀➛ Jinxie ▪︎ 22 ▪︎ she/they

: ̗̀➛ 18+ blog, MDNI & blank/ageless blogs will be blocked ! SFW & NSFW

: ̗̀➛ Multi-fandom, but mainly JJK and AOT currently, but i will write drabbles and one-shots for whatever pops in my head

: ̗̀➛ For JJK I will write about - Sukuna, Toji, Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Shoko & Choso !

: ̗̀➛ For AOT I will write about - Mikasa, Annie, Pieck, Ymir & Historia, Sasha, Jean, Eren, & Armin !

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