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❀ Monster Fuck March 2026

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❀ Priest Nanami x Succubus reader

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❀ Riding tired husband Nanami drabble

❀ Nanami x tsundere reader

❀ Best Friend Choso

Michael Jackson x Princess Diana

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Sweat drips onto the polished floor. Michael looks out at the empty crowd, at the seat that one day Diana would be sitting in. He would have stopped practising by now, but he couldn't.

Tonight, he would meet her, and she would watch him perform, with her incompetent husband beside her. He needed to be perfect. He needed to be better than perfect; he needed to be the only thing she could see.

She was so excited she couldn't sleep; it was like she was a little kid again. Diana would never tell anyone, but she has his poster on the wall. His songs play in her ears when she runs, and when she touches herself, she hears a voice in her ear. She wondered how his voice would sound when he was standing in front of her. What would he wear?

It was almost too much to see hi min person, it was like starting straight at the sun. With every step she took towards him, she felt her blood pupping faster in the veins,it was like everything disapread exepect for the man infront of her.

He didn't miss how Diana's eyes lit up the second she saw him; it wouldn't be the first time he got a reaction like this from a fan, but it would be the first time he got it from a princess.

Once their eyes met, a blush spread across her cheeks. Michela wanted to laugh. How innocent she was, a perfect mixture of beauty and purty; he couldn't tear his eyes away. He had women mob him in the streets, chase him down, and throw themselves on him. This was different; with one look, she had his heart.

The jealousy in her husband's eyes was obvious. What did you finally see what a real man looks like? How does a real man treat a woman? Michael wishes he had the strength to say it to his smug face.

Michael had heard the rumours; he treated her like shit. He wouldn't; he would treat her the way she deserved, like a princess.

He shakes her hand, his hand is so big and warm, long fingers that make her core clench.

Hse can hardly remember what she said to him as she takes her seat in the theater. Hopefully, she didn't make a bad impression.

Michael thought meeting her would help calm his nerves, but instead, it just made it so much worse. She was so beautiful, so charming, she certainly earned her nickname.

His drive his waiting when she leaves the theater. She's still buzzing from head to toe. She can't think straight.

As the driver leads her to the backseat, she wonders if her husband will even notice she's gone, probably not.

She slips off into the night, in the same outfit she picked out this morning, thinking of him.

The hotel is nice, but she hardly registers it; she has never done anything like this in her life.

He looks gorgeous, ethereal. He is almost heartbreakingly beautiful.

They barely talk before his hands are all over her, wrapped up in her hair, cradling her head with just enough pressure to make her knees weak. They hardly need to, though. There will be time for that later, but now, it was time for action

Her head spins as he pushes her down on the bed. When did he take her dress off? It hardly matters when Micehal goes straight for her throat, sucking on the sensitive skin.

He wanted to mark her. Michael wanted anyone who saw her to know he was hers.

He moves down to her breasts, soft and pure white, it almost makes him chuckle, he could tell from the expression on her face, this was new to her.

"I bet your husband never fucks you like this, huh? I bet he's done before you can even get started. Not with me, honey." Michael says it in a voice so low it sends shivers down her spine. Was this the same man she spoke to earlier tonight? Surely not.

He takes her nipple in his mouth. Sucking slowly, he enjoys the soft little moans he is drawing out of her.

He moves further down, planting a kiss on her dripping cunt. "Has your husband ever eaten you out before, princess?"

It takes her a second to realize he wants a response and nods shakily. How quickly he reduced her to a quivering mess.

"I didn't think so." He agrees, "You're so sensitive down here." He goes in again, collecting her wetness on his tongue. He wants her to come under his touch before he gets his cocks out. But the way she had her hands in his hair was making that hard.

He barely gives her a break after Michael climbs on top of her and slides in. His pace is brutal; he wants her to feel him tomorrow.

He wants to hold her in his arms. To tell her to stay the night. To make her laugh over breakfast. But he knows that will never be possible.

He understood her fully, what life was like in a cage, the press and fans. He knew how destructive it could be. But he could never predict how it would destroy her.

‘I love you, Diana. Shine. And shine on forever, because you are the true princess of the people.’

-MJ

Collage au Reader x Gojo X Sukuna (separate)

Who would have thought the most schools' golden boy could be so mean? And the campus bully would actually be nice?

Shit, you were going to be late for class if Gojo didn't hurry up. He was taking his time; most likely, he was held up talking to a teacher. With amazing grades and a stellar reputation, he was the school's golden boy who could do no wrong. If only they knew what he was really like.

Most of your meetings had consisted of him teasing you till you were on the verge of tears, then fucking till you actually were crying.

Sure, he could be pretty mean, but he could also bend you into a mean mating press. You were supposed to meet him behind the bleachers before class, but at this rate, you would probably have to skip out on your little meet-up.

You weren't too disappointed, though, having plans to see Sukuna at tonight. HIs frat was having a party and he wanted you there. It would almost be touching if he didn't treat you like shit when his friends were around.

Here on a sports scholarship, he was the opposite of Gojo. All brawn, no brains. But he was sweeter than you expected, much nicer than Saturo, despite his reputation for being a brute that would beat you up for looking at him the wrong way.

'Sorry I'm late, baby."

You knew he didn't mean it. If he wasn't with a teacher, he was probably flirting with some girl who thought he was the greatest. If only they could see him now.

"Lift up your skirt for me, let me have a good look at you."

He kneels down and nuzzles his face against your thigh.

"There's my favourite girl." His voice is so low it's almost a whisper, and you know he's not talking to you.

"You're such a whore, you know. I just got here, and you're already dripping." God, he was such a dick.

He parts your folds with this tongue, still managing to keep up the onslaught of insults that only seem to make you wetter, till you're coming undone on his tongue. And that's how he leaves you, ruined and patting while he doesn't have a hair out of place.

" Return the favour tonight, M'kay."

Later that night, you swap your admittedly ruined university outfit, prime and proper like Gojo likes, for something more suited to Sukuna's style. Which, to be honest, was just as depraved as you were expecting. Short skirts, little tops, and more lip gloss than you ever thought you could use.

The lights were low at the party, Sukuna's frat did have a reputation for being extra sleezey.

You find Sukuna instantly. He gets up as soon as he sees you, grabbing you by the waist and whispering something in your ear about his bedroom.

Once he closes the door behind him, he is quite the gentleman, peeling your clothes off you one by one, lathering you in soft kisses. The somewhat romantic mood is ruined by someone pounding on the door.

" Are you in there, sweets?" Shit, it's Gojo. " Don't lie to me. Geto saw you come in here."

You thought Sukuna would stop, but he just peels your panties down your legs and brings one thick finger to your entrance, slowly teasing it in and out with a smirk on his face.

"Are you gonna answer him?" He whispers.

As soon as you open your mouth to answer, he pushes all the way in, and you moan loudly in response

" S-sorry, Gojo, I'm ah a little busy right now." You try to keep your voice steady, but it's hard to when Sukuna adds another finger.

You here Gojos footsteps storming down the hall, oh, he definitely heard. But you don't have time to be worried when Sukuna adds a third finger and you thnk your going to cum without even seeing his dick.

When you do Sukunas licking you off his fingers, stupid smirk still on his face . You look up at him, still panting.

" Don't think I'm going to let you off that easy." When he pulls his cock out its so hard it looks like it hurts.

He barely gives you poor pussy a break before he slams in; the full length of him is almost ridiculous, and you can feel every inch of him throbbing inside you.

It's only after you both come a few more times that you're finally ready to rejoin the party.

You leave first to not be too obvious, but almost as soon as you're in the hallway, you feel a hand gripping your wrist.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" You don't think you've ever seen Gojo more mad in his life...

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You asked him if you could come over to study, yeah, sure. You had this total hotty sitting in front of you, and you just wanted to study.

You could already tell he was struggling to keep his attention on the textbook in front of him; this was probably the first time he had a girl in his room.

It was probably the first time a girl had ever touched him when your hand gently brushed against his.

Gojo thought he was being slick, as if you couldn't notice him staring at your chest or your lips when you were asking him a question.

"Do you want to take a little break, Gojo? I can't tell you're getting distracted."

Gojo couldn't even believe you were here, in his room. But you couldn't really focus on your work. He had tutored people in the past, and no one had been this chatty, asking him about himself instead of the work.

And now you want a break? He was about to open his mouth to complain when Gojo felt a hand slide up his thigh.

"Is this alright, Gojo?" Shit, you were looking up at him all wide-eyed and pouty, he could feel himself getting hard already.

"Y-Yeah," He can barely hold back his wine when you palm him through his sweats.

You gently pull him out, taking the length of him in your hands, before slowly working up and down. You were trying to take it slow at first, but the almost pained look on his face had your resolve wavering.

As you speed up, he slumps forward till his head is resting on your shoulder and his heavy breath is in your ear. You can barely make out his whimper of "close" before he's coming undone under your touch with a loud moan.

"Same time next week?"

It was hard to bridge the gap between what you had always dreamed of and your reality. It was almost depressing the turns your life had taken since graduating from high school. 

You were fighting with your parents again, that same fight you’d had your whole life, trying to measure up, and you wonder if they’d miss you. 

It seems you weren't prepared for how you would struggle to get by, drowning in assignments. 

But most disappointing of all was your distinct lack of any romance in your life, no ring, no boyfriend, no dates. 

The one light in your life was your professor, Mr Nanami. It seems like he was the only person alive who actually cared about you. He was so kind and gentle, making sure you didn't spend time with people who would "put you on the wrong path," as he put it. He had even started tutoring you after class, saying your grades were dropping.

So you didn’t really mind when you woke up in a room you didn't recognise. Pink and girly, like it was for a girl much younger than you, if you were 10 years younger, you would have been in heaven, well, heaven, with heavy cacles on your limbs.

You minded even less when your hot economic professor showed up at the foot of the bed.

"Are you alright, my dear? I hope I didn't get the dosage wrong," he kneels on the bed beside you, bringing up a hand to stroke your hair.

mdni tw: alcohol, rough sex, mean gojo, slight degradation

You came home late, just a little tipsy, still buzzing with the thrill of a night out. Gojo didn't like seeing you come home drunk, so you tried to tone down your partying tonight, much to your friends' dismay. You were even home early.

You cringe at the sound of the door closing, hoping Gojo didn't wake up. You had been fighting before you left, he said you were spending too much time with other guys, since when was dancing at the club cheating?

Since now, apparently, because Gojo was fuming, body upright and taut. Sitting on the couch, lit by a single lamp, like a parent catching a rebellious teen. It would almost make you laugh if you weren't feeling so scared.

Scared, yes, but also something else, something that the dark look in his eyes always brought out in you. Something you wouldn't admit if you weren't already a few drinks down.

"How was your night, sweetheart?" It's like all the air was sucked out of the room, replaced with thick tension.

"Do you want me to help you to bed?"

He grabs your wrist, so loose he's barely touching you, but you can feel the heat radiating from his body.

He pins you down on the bed, and you feel your blood rush to your head. Pussy throbbing with the tight grip he has on both your arms. Gojo brings his thick leg between your legs, rubbing his knee against your dripping panties, grinding against your clit.

"How was your night?"

"G-good," you don't know why you're so nervous, you didn't do anything wrong, right?

"Did you dance with anyone?"He pulls your shirt down, kissing and sucking down to your nipple before he brings his mouth around it, as you wince at the sensation. Now you're chasing the friction given by his knee, grinding against it. The feeling of his teeth grazing the sensitive skin brings you back to reality.

"Did you grind that slutty pussy on anyone?" You shake your head, wimpering as he rolls his knee into you, so gently that his next question shocks you.

"Do you really think you deserve to get fucked properly tonight?" he asks, with such a chill in his voice that it makes you shudder.

You only realize he is waiting for an answer when you look up and see piercing eyes boring down into you.

Usually, Gojo doesn't talk to you like that; he is always kind and respectful, even when you're grumpy and take it out on him.

"Is that a no then?" He removes his knee from your heat and starts to climb off you before you stop him with a hand on his wrist.

"Wait!" was he really going to make you beg for him? The look in his eyes said yes, as well as the umipresses frown on his lips. "I want it, please?"

"And? what else?" You think of a moment before it clicks. " And I'm sorry for going out and dancing with other guys."

"And you won't do it again?" You hesitate before he pulls away again.

" No, never again, only you, Gojo."

It's like you feel him everywhere, all at once, his mouth on yours, his strong arms caging you in.

"OK, but you're not getting my dick tonight," you try not to wince in disappointment. " Plus your still drunk."

But before you can protest, he's spun you around so your strandeling his hips, the delicious feeling of his bulge pushing up into you makes you your breath catch in your throat.

"Why don't you just get yourself off on this, like that whore you are?"

Usually, you hate it when Gojo insults you, but tonight it just makes you grind harder, long rolls of your hips trying to feel every inch through his pants.

"This is what you wanted all along, right, pissing me off, leaving me waiting here for you all night?"

"No, Gojo, no I-" before you can get the words out, he's thrusting up into and sending your sprilling into your release, white hot and blinding.

'So are you down to watch some Netflix and chill later?'

You think this is the hundredth time you've hit on this guy, but you'll be damned if you let the hottest man you've ever seen slip through your fingers. Who needs pride anyway?

A crease forms between his brow as he considers. 'I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I don't really have time to 'chill', with finals coming up, actually, you don't either, you should really take your education more seriously.'"

And that was how yet another failed attempt at getting railed ended up in a lecture.

You would be worried another girl would snap him up if he weren't the biggest nerd on campus, who spent all his time studying. You were really quite lucky that your dorms were assigned next to each other.

Ok, maybe you were a little worried since he started tutoring from his dorm, at all hours of the day, you saw various students, some of whom were pretty girls, entering his apartment.

You would have to be more direct if you didn't want to lose him to one of his tutees.

He looks more disappointed than surprised when he answers his ringing doorbell. Nanami figured it would be a crisis of the academic nature. Not whatever this is.

You appeared to be casual as you leaned against his doorway. What at first glance would be considered something comfy you threw on was actually carefully constructed. A low-cut tank and a pair of shorts that should really be considered underwear, hair slightly messy, with just a hint of makeup.

"Hi Kento, I was just doing some baking, and I ran out of sugar..."

His eyes slide down your body and focus on the empty cup in your hand. Success!

" I apologize, but I don't cook much, and I'm afraid I don't have any on me right now."

" Would you like something else on you?" You lean forward, this your almost brushing against his chest.

His brows furrow again, and you think you're going to explode.

You go to turn around, muttering never mind under your breath and admitting defeat, before a hand on your arm stops you.

Husband Nanami drabble

In all your previous relationships, you had been the one to pull back, to decline sex. It's not like you didn't enjoy it; it was just that you didn't have as large a sexual appetite as your partners did.

With Nanami, it was completely different. You were the one initiating; you were the one who begged for more.

You still remembered your first time together; you were by no means a virgin, but with him, everything felt brand new again.

Now, he was tierd after work, and you missed him. He had been working a lot of overtime recently and had finally gotten a chance to relax in bed

You understand his situation perfectly, but your desire for him was too strong.

"I can feel you staring at me, sweetheart. Is there something you want?" Nanami puts his book down and turns to you.

You feel silly now. A normal adult should be able to sit beside her partner in bed without thinking about getting railed by him, right?

"Nothing," you say quietly

She shouldn't think about him pinning her down, wrapping his big, strong hand around her throat, and using her to get out all the pent-up stress she knows he's been carrying.

childhoodfriend!gojoxreader part 3

read part 2 and part 1 first!!

TW: slightly yandere gojo if you squint, oblivious reader, fluffy Word count: 750

Gojo could tell you had something to say to him, following him around the estate, wringing your hands with nervousness.

He noticed that more and more, since the time spent together as children. You seemed more apprehensive of him. He didn't blame you for being surrounded by the horrible men of your clan who only wanted to marry you off, treating you like an object. 

You were planning on apologizing to Gojo, asking him to put some distance between the two of you. It was hard to approach the subject, though. Whenever you were with him, you just melted into putty in his hands, it was hard to think straight. Even seeing his face had you flushing and running away. 

It wasn't fair that you had developed a crush on him; surely, he only saw you as a friend. He was so nice to you, saving you from a marriage to the Zenin clan, letting you live in his lavish house, and letting you spend as much time with him as you wanted. 

When you finally worked up the courage to speak to him, gently knocking on the door to his office, you were greeted by someone you had only seen in fleeting glances: Gojo's first finance. 

She was gorgeous, everything you weren't, strong and confident. She slipped past your shoulder, gently brushing you. You felt all the air deflate from your body. Gojo was still meeting with her.

You come to kneel before Gojo's desk. 

“I would like my own room, please, Gojo.” It sounds more meek than you had hoped, like you were giving up.

You can’t look him in the eye while you say it. 

When you look up at him to see his reaction, he’s not at his desk, but kneeling beside you on the floor. 

“What makes you say that, darling?” he brings his hand up to cup your cheek. “ You just said a few days ago that you missed me? Are you sick of me already?” 

You shake your head. “You don’t get it, Gojo, you treat me the same as when we were kids, but for me it's different now.” 

“What, you don’t like me anymore?” Gojo asks, and you shake your head again. 

He asks you like he doesn’t know just how you feel about him, like he can’t see it on your face or feel the tension in your body. He only invited that woman here to give you the extra push you needed, but maybe he did too much, seeing how you crumpled in his arms. 

You were right, though things had only changed for you, he was still just as obsessed with you as when you were both children, but for you it was something new, something you didn’t quite understand yet. 

He pulls you into his lap, pushing a hair away from your face. Giving you space to explain yourself. 

 “It was fine when we were kids to do things like this, but now were are adults, it means something different. Satoru, some of the things you do…it could be confusing.”

You find it hard to explain how you're feeling, you love it when he spends time with you, you love it when he touches you, but if it keeps going on like this, you're just getting hurt.

He buries his head in your neck to hide his smile. It was sweet of you to try to explain it to him, as if his actions were just some lingering childhood affection. 

“Sorry if I’ve been confusing you, sweetheart. I set it straight.” He pulls back from your neck, plants his hands on your shoulders, and staring righting you eyes. “I didn’t make you my wife as some favour, I don’t sleep in the same bed as you because I tradition, and when I touch you, it's because I need to.” 

“You're my wife, and I care about you. I know you feel the same way about me, or else you wouldn’t be here. So when you ask me for your own room, how can you expect me to say yes? To make you sleep alone instead of my arms, where you belong?” 

Something about his tone leaves you speechless for a moment, staring into his eyes before realizing he wants an answer. “Sorry, Satoru.”

You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your head in his chest. “ I won't ask things like that again.” 

Yandere Choso, I saw this on reddit lol

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Choso did mean to make you like this, so desperate for him you could even wait till morning to be in his arms, but he can't say he didn't enjoy it.

When you showed up at his door looking like a mess, his heart thudded in his chest. Your hair was tousled from another sleepless night without him, your voice was husky as you made up some excuse for why you were still awake, too embarrassed to admit it was because you couldn't relax when he wasn't around.

He would always let you rest a comforting hand on your back, rubbing slow circles as he brought you to bed, whispering comforts into your ear as you clung to him.

He didn't realize the effects would be so strong.

He had started slipping a nicotine patch on your warm sleeping body, on your arm or sometimes your neck, when he felt like he could live without you. At first, he was feeling guilty, but the results were too good for him to stop.

He wanted you to crave him the same way he craved you and to feel the same withdrawals.

You needed him so bad, sometimes it was all you could think about, something inside you that you couldn't name, drawing you to him. You had trouble sleeping if you weren't beside him. It felt like your whole body was clawing at you to be near him. Usually, you weren't so clingy in relationships, but with Choso, you were different.

It makes you feel like you were crazy, you even considered asking him to let you move in, despite it only being a matter of months since you started seeing each other.

You started working in the coffee shop across from his work. It was just a coincidence, really. You saw him first at a bar, you were out with your friends, and he was at a work party. Immediately, you were obsessed. He was just your type, the man you had been looking for your whole life. Finding out where he worked wasn't hard, nor was getting a new job; talking to him, though, was another story.

At first, you kept it casual, followed him home occasionally, but kept your distance, not looking too much into his personal life. But he made it hard for you to stay away; he was so kind and inviting, and had such lax security in his apartment.

It was clean and organized, so it was hard to take things without him noticing. Usually, you went through the trash looking for a dry tissue or some half-eaten food to add to the shrine you built for him. You know it was weird, you knew it was creepy, but you couldn't help it, you just loved him so much, and you needed these little things to feel close to him. And who were you hurting? If he had never noticed, it would be fine.

You saw him every day, you had his order memorised, his facial expressions too, you could tell exactly how he was feeling with just one look.

He was looking extra worn out today, probably they were overworking him at that awful job he slaved away at, your blood boiled at the thought. Your Kento should have to work; he should just let you take care of him. If only he would notice you.

Of course, Kento noticed you. You thought you were slick, sneaking around his house, following him around, stealing his things. Well, you weren't.

Monster Fuck March

Dragon Geto - March 20th ft. Knight Gojo

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It hadn't been long since he'd taken you captive in his lair.

He claimed he wasn't receiving enough offerings from the townspeople

You think he just wanted to get his dick wet.

Not that you minded.

Suguru was desperate, absolutely begging for it. He was almost panting as he lay on your chest, face squished on your boobs, and thick tail wrapping around your ankle. The light pout on his gorgeous face, paired with the throbbing beneath your layers of skirt, was almost enough to make you give in if it weren't for the ache in your muscles from your previous exertion.

It's not that you didn't enjoy sex with Geto; it's just that it was too much. He had endless stamina, something about hibernating for the last 100 years. Whatever it was, you were exhausted.

His tail moves higher up your leg now, tickling your thigh

Knight Gojo had been traveling day and night to save you. He had fought Geto in the past, but his conscience always prevented him from delivering the final blow. Either his conscience or his cock.

The most beautiful lady of the valley was snatched in the night by a cruel dragon; he would be the one to save you and win your hand.

Well, that's what he thought before he walked in on this display.

It was almost obscene how much you were being stretched out on his huge cock, as he pinned you down with his tail.

Geto noticed him before you did, locking eyes with him as he thrust deeper.

"Looks like we have a visitor."

He couldn't help but join in.

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