Crystalline Space Silk

streamer!jo mid-sentence, leaning back in his chair, headset slightly crooked, the soft click of the door barely registers over the sound of his stream when you walk in. he stops, just for a second. his eyes flick over you. your tight, soft pajamas, the way they hug you just right, the faint scent that follows you in. his whole expression shifts into something quieter.

“hey,” you hum softly, walking over like it’s nothing.

the chat explodes and he doesn’t even glance at it.

voidking99: BROOOOO WHO IS THAT satorusimp420: HE GOT A GIRL?????? angelmilk: she’s so pretty what 😭 gojosleft_toe3: WHY IS SHE IN HIS LAP LIKE THAT IM SICK

“oh my fuck,” he says instantly, voice lower now, already reaching for you.

you don’t question it—you never do. you just step between his legs and sit in his lap like it’s your spot, because it is. his arms wrap around you immediately, pulling you close, one hand settling at your waist, the other resting along your thigh.

“you look so gooooood,” he murmurs, nuzzling lightly into your shoulder for a second before straightening again, like he just remembered he’s live.

his hand doesn’t move though. it drifts. slowly. absentmindedly. down your thigh, fingers brushing soft circles like he’s not even thinking about it. then back up, resting at your waist again.

the twitch chat is going insane.

you notice quickly

you’re already leaning forward slightly, eyes scanning the stream, curious. “what are they saying?”

“nothing important,” he mutters quickly, tightening his hold on you just a little.

too late.

you squint, reading out loud, confused, “I usually skip this part…?” your face still contempt, you tilt your head, genuinely puzzled. “what does that mean?” and then you shift. just a little. trying to get closer to the screen. but it makes you press back into him.

torus breath catches, just barely but enough.

you’re still focused on the chat, completely oblivious, squirming slightly again to get comfortable. “wait, there’s more—”

his arm tightens around your waist. not rough, just firm.

grounding.

his other hand stills on your thigh, fingers pressing in just a little like he’s trying to anchor himself. “hey,” he says suddenly, sharper now—directed at the screen.

the chat floods faster.

softgirlcult: she’s literally clueless this is insane domainexpansionTHIS: “i usually skip this part” LMAOOOOOO gojoswifeREAL: GIRL DONT READ THAT OUT LOUD blueeyeaddickt: HE TENSED UP DID YALL SEE THAT

he exhales through his nose, jaw tightening slightly before he leans forward, voice dropping into something more commanding.

“alright, that’s enough,” he says, tone lazy. “don’t read that stuff,” he murmurs, voice softer now.

you blink, looking back at him. “I was just asking—”

“don’t worry about them,” he murmurs, softer now, eyes locked on yours. way too focused, way too intense. his arms tighten around you again, pulling you flush against him, chin resting lightly on your shoulder as he leans back into his chair.

chat? forgotten.

game? paused.

and satoru? completely, helplessly distracted by you.

megumislostdad: stream is over guys pack it up sukunaIRL: move chat i’m watching this KING.naoyazenin: embarrassing. stand up bro LimitlessGojo banned KING.naoyazenin

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t.w: f!reader. smallboob!reader. reader is on the smaller side. smut. tit worship+sucking+groping. unprotected p in v. some fingering. kinda comfort sex?? idk i just feel insecure abt my body and acc needed smth like this. maybe it can offer some of y’all comfort/security too <3 (bcs ur literally perfect babes frfr!!)

you’ve expressed such discontent with your bust, and genuinely, enjin can’t understand it.

vs

you first notice him because he’s got the kind of smile that makes the air in the shop feel warmer. he comes in every few days, never really buying much, sometimes just a single stem or something tiny like a sprig of baby’s breath. your family jokes about how he’s your “regular” but you don’t think much of it. some people just like flowers.

yuji is always a little awkward, but in a sweet way. he leans on the counter, looking around like every flower is the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. you catch him glancing at you sometimes, but he always looks away fast enough that you wonder if you imagined it.

one afternoon he comes in, cheeks already a little pink, and asks if you can make him a bouquet.

“any idea what you want in it?” you ask, tying your apron a little tighter.

he shrugs, scratching his cheek. “uh… whatever you think is good?”

so you start gathering flowers, letting your hands do what they always do. he watches you like it’s magic or something, head tilted, eyes soft.

“these ones,” you say, holding up red carnations, “they mean admiration.”

“oh,” he says, and suddenly his ears are red. “cool. yeah. i… like those.”

you grab some peonies next. “this is for prosperity. people use it for good luck, happiness. stuff like that.”

he nods seriously, like he’s taking mental notes even though you’re pretty sure he’s only pretending to understand half of this.

“and these,” you say, lifting a stem of lisianthus, “mean gratitude.”

he smiles at that, warm and bright. “i like that one too.”

by the time you finish the bouquet, you’ve basically given him a crash course in flower language. he thanks you like you’ve done something way more impressive than just arranging petals, and you try not to feel too flustered about it.

after that, he talks more. or maybe he always wanted to but never found an excuse. he asks about your day, about how the shop works, about which flowers are the hardest to take care of. sometimes he tells you stories that have nothing to do with flowers at all, and you listen because something about his voice makes the hours go by faster.

then one day he comes in again, bouncing on the balls of his feet like he’s excited about something.

“can you make me another bouquet?” he asks.

“sure,” you say, pulling out some fresh paper. “what’s it for?”

he presses his lips together, trying not to smile too hard. “secret.”

you roll your eyes but you’re smiling too. “fine, stay mysterious.”

you put together something soft and bright because it feels like him. he watches the whole time, trying not to look obvious about how happy he is. once it’s ready, he pays and practically runs out of the shop.

twenty minutes later he’s back.

you’re sweeping near the counter when the bell jingles and you look up to see him walking in, holding the exact bouquet you just made. he’s grinning so wide it’s a miracle his face hasn’t split in half.

“hey,” he says, lifting the flowers. “so, uh… these are for you.”

you blink at him. “yuji. i made those.”

“yeah,” he says, like this is the best part. “i wanted them to be perfect.”

you start laughing because he looks so proud of himself and so stupidly adorable that you can’t even pretend to be annoyed.

“you’re so stupid,” you say, shaking your head.

“maybe,” he says, stepping closer, “but uh… will you go out with me?”

you look at him, at the bouquet you picked out without knowing it was for you, and your chest feels warm in a way you can’t really deny.

“yeah,” you say softly. “i will.”

his smile somehow gets even bigger.

the bouquet ends up in a vase behind the counter, and every time he brings you a new story, or a new question about flowers, you catch him glancing at it like he’s reliving the moment.

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trueform!sukuna x fem!reader drabble, sukuna has four arms and a belly mouth, cunnilingus, overstimulation, kissing, light degradation, size difference, light blood warning. nsfw 18+ mdni.

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Every choked gasp you took seemed to be smothered by his mouth pressed up against you.

Well… his mouths.

He had you pinned down, spread open and utterly helpless beneath him. The sheets were damp, clinging to your fevered flesh like heated palms. Everything was hot and slick. Your trembling thighs turned slippery, bent and pressed back as wide as they could go to make room for his broad form to slot in between.

He had your face pinched between his mammoth fingers, caressing your jaw like the clamp of an iron hinge. He angled your face as he pleased, pressing his mouth to yours in slow, hot kisses. The motion so vulgar that your head spun when you felt his tongue slide against your own in a lewd tangle. His touch was claiming - licking as if he could devour you from the inside out, teeth nipping at your lips until he tasted the salted burst of blood on his tongue.

Between flutters of your lashes you peered down over your flushed cheekbones to catch glimpses of the obscene sight below you, where his abdomen split in two, and his other tongue was lapping wide lazy strokes over your bare cunt.

“Oh god.-“ You whined, breaking from the kiss with a strangled cry - watching a glittering thread of saliva connect you to him through half lidded eyes for a brief moment before it snapped.

“Not quite.” He chuckled, licked his lips, pink and plump from your wayward teeth. His face still so close that you could feel his breath puff hot over your cheeks, tickling your lashes. “Try again, pet.”

The tongue between your thighs suddenly dipped low to swipe teasingly over your soaked entrance, and you squirmed and gasped out a breathless sound as you felt the pulsing muscle finally slip its way inside. The stretch of lips above pressed flat simultaneously, encapsulating your mound in a sweet, mellow suckle.

“Uh-Sukuna~!” You cried, tried to clamp your legs closed against the overwhelming sizzle of pleasure, but instead you felt two of his hands grasp you - big palms pressing your thighs flat against the mattress until you were splayed, open and easy for him.

“That’s better.” Came his purred reply, thumbs biting into the bruised flesh behind your knees.

He craned his head back down and swiped his sharp tongue over your teeth before capturing your lips once more in a snarl of a kiss, swallowing your strangled moans as his tongue chased the feeble sound down your throat.

His other tongue set a dizzying rhythm between your thighs, sultry licks that had your toes curling against the mattress. As Sukuna sucked your tongue, it wormed its way deep inside, massaging that delicious little spot with its curling, poking tip.

You could feel an obscene mix of his spit and your own arousal creeping down between your shaking thighs, thick rivets pooling below you on the sullied sheets as he began to move, grinding your tender clit along the curves of his tattooed abs until your eyes rolled back in your skull.

“Aw. Overwhelmed, are we?” He cooed, ran one of his thumbs over your swollen lips to watch them turn glossy, little droplets of blood faded to pink with spit.

“Mmmcummini’mcumming ‘kuna-!” You babbled, eyes squeezed closed as you panted out little pleasure gasps, clenching around his dripping tongue as it thrusted inside.