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Pairing . Gyomei X Mute!Reader!Wife

Synopsis . The life of a blind man and a mute woman. Many say their marriage is full of wonder…but for them?...It’s enough.

Short Series: 

Content . Fluff , Short-Series , Romance , Eventually Smut & (Loading...)

Notes . Wanting an innocent type of love for this first part. Smut will come in the second. 

Chapter One (Loading...)

Chapter Two (Loading...)

Pairing: Tifa Lockhart x Fem Reader, Dom Top x Sub Bottom 

Synopsis: 

You and Tifa have been in a relationship for a while, and lately you’ve been thinking about taking things to the next level. When you finally gather the courage to confide in her about it, Tifa surprises you by revealing a side of herself — and the kind of intimacy she enjoys — that you never expected…

Content: 18+, Smut, BDSM, Shibari/Bondage, Sensory deprivation, non-consensual elements, Exhibitionism, Pussy spanking, Squirting

Notes: Really struggled with this one

Oneshot:

Word Count: 1,237

You should have known better—that Tifa would be into something like this. Looking back, the signs were there all along. Tifa Lockhart had always seemed kind, nurturing, and almost gentle to a fault. In the Sector 7 slums, people trusted her completely. From behind the counter at Seventh Heaven, she offered drinks, a listening ear, and a steady warmth that made the harsh life under the plates of Midgar feel a little more bearable.

With the looming reactors of the Shinra Electric Power Company humming overhead and the constant tension of AVALANCHE’s secret war in the background, people needed someone like Tifa. Someone gentle. Someone safe. But now, thinking back, that kindness might have been hiding something more deliberate. Because Tifa didn’t just show affection the way other partners had; she was always… careful.

Thoughtful in a way that felt almost methodical. She asked before touching you, even in the smallest ways—a hand on your arm, a hug after a long day. Sometimes she would pause, her eyes searching your face for any hesitation before she moved closer. At first, you thought she was simply being considerate. But she didn’t just respect boundaries; she talked about them. She asked questions most people would never think to ask: What kinds of things made you uncomfortable? What kind of teasing did you enjoy? Whether you preferred reassurance or space when you were overwhelmed. She listened closely to every answer, almost like she was studying you.

Later, you realized that this kind of careful communication—checking boundaries, discussing comfort levels, making sure both people felt safe—was something people often talked about when describing healthy BDSM dynamics. Not control without permission, but control that only existed because it had been clearly allowed. And Tifa seemed very familiar with that idea.

Then there was the teasing. Tifa loved playful challenges. She would bump your shoulder as she passed, grin at you across the room, or casually challenge you to a quick sparring match when the bar was closed and the streets outside were quiet.

As someone trained in martial arts, she was always stronger and faster, but the way she played around with you felt different from normal practice. It always turned into play fighting, and somehow, every time, she ended up pinning you. Your wrists were held gently but firmly above your head, and her knee was braced beside your hip so you couldn’t roll away. Her long dark hair fell forward as she leaned over you, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “You should try harder,” she would say lightly with a sweet smile. But she never held you there long enough to make it uncomfortable, just long enough to see how you reacted. Just long enough for you to notice the quiet confidence in her voice when she joked about who was in charge.

You thought it was harmless flirting, but looking back, it felt more like she was testing how you responded to a shift in power—something subtle, playful, but still deliberate. Another thing you noticed later was how patient she was. Tifa never rushed the relationship forward. She never pushed for anything more serious or more intimate than what you seemed ready for. Even as your relationship grew closer, she seemed content to let things progress naturally, almost as if she was waiting for something. Waiting for you to bring it up.

So, when you finally told her you wanted to take your relationship to the next level, the realization hit you all at once. Every careful question about boundaries, every quiet check for consent, every teasing comment about who was in charge, every playful fight where she somehow ended up holding you down while watching your reaction—they weren’t random habits.

They were signs. Signs that Tifa understood a type of relationship built on trust, communication, and carefully shared control, something much deeper than ordinary flirting. And when she looked at you across the room that night, leaning up against the bar, head resting on her hand at Seventh Heaven with that calm, knowing smile, you had the sudden feeling that she had been waiting for this moment all along. Waiting for you to notice. Waiting for you to ask. Because only then would she know you were ready to understand what all those little signs had been pointing toward. Something bigger. Something built on trust.

Something a lot closer to BDSM than you had ever realized. And just like that, once you have agreed, you are suddenly transported to an unfamiliar room, blindfolded, caught in a moment of surrender you hadn't anticipated. Suspended, you become a living tableau within an intricate shibari design, each knot precisely placed, each line of rope holding you exactly where she desires.

Secured by ropes anchored to the ceiling while seated on a chair, you are further bound. The same weave encircles your torso, both upper and lower, drawing your breasts taut and leaving your nipples hard against the cool air. Your arms are bound behind your back, your legs bent, and your calves tethered to your thighs. Spread wide, your legs leave you completely exposed, and a flush of heat rises from your core. Tifa stands before you, her voice cutting through the silence, "Now, remember, do you recall our safe word?" As you feel her lean forward, you respond, "Peach." "Good girl," she says sweetly, gently caressing your cheek, but her gaze feels anything but gentle as it traces the artistry of the rope.

Then, she moves to her table, where a collection of lubricants, paddles, and toys is laid out invitingly. Next, you feel headphones being placed over your ears, plunging you into a profound silence where sight and sound vanish. Your mouth goes dry in anticipation. You begin calling out to her, only to feel her carefully affixing something to your sensitive nipples. A soft moan escapes your lips, a prayer for mercy that seems to go unheard as she brings a wand against your clit.

You writhe and shake at the intense sensation, yet you're not allowed release. You can only endure the vibrations and the tightening of the ropes, left sweaty and dazed. The desperate need for release wars with the fear of disappointing Tifa; the thought of her gaze holding anything but approval shatters you.

Finally, she undoes the ropes, leaving indentations ingrained into your skin, proof of Tifa's artistry. Your body is slick and wet, still yearning for release.

She then has you hold your legs up by the back of your knees, before bringing out a paddle and beginning to spank your pussy, the pressure directed right onto your clit. The smacks of the paddle against your pussy intensify with each smack, accompanied by a gushing release from within.

Tifa taps on the back of your legs as if almost telling you to keep them up. After what feels like an eternity of intense sensation, you finally ask, "Can I cum?" Her response is immediate: the paddle drops, and her fingers are suddenly inside you, moving fast and hard. You can't help but climax, squirting all over her gloved hand.

The release was a bittersweet relief. As the waves of sensation subsided, Tifa finally takes off your headphones, and new sounds begin to register – gasps and sounds of shock surrounding you. Tifa then pulled your blindfold off, and your eyes widened as you saw a crowd of people staring back at you! (^-^)

 01.25.2014

Music blasting through the speakers, the room packed with bodies to the point you can see a damn thing in front of you. She sighed, realizing that even if you did know anyone from this party, there would be no way of finding them. 

Looking around the packed room, you caught a glimpse of someone you didn't want to see. Sukuna Ryomen. 

She wanted to look away, hide from him, but just for him to cut his own conversation short and start to push through the ocean of bodies to her. 

Clearly, he wasn't expecting her to be here, but either way, he smirked as he finally made it to her, solo cup in hand.

“Wasn't expecting you to be here.” His voice was low as he leaned into her space.

She huffed, not in the mood for his teasing words at the moment. Still being petty from their last unpleasant exchange.

His brow raised, noticing her stand-offish manner and clearly taking in that she wasn't very pleased to see him.

“What with that attitude? Still pissy about that last argument we had?” He took a short sip of his solo cup, eyes still ranking her figure in. She was small height wise. Her hair in braids, wearing a green dress that highlighted her deep skin. He hummed in approval.

“What do you think?” Her tone was short and laced with venom. 

He smiled at that. Getting closer.

“I think you're still pissed.” His smile widened, teasing on his face as she grew even more upset.

“Why are you even over here? No “Bitches” that you said you had to feed your shit-eating ego?” She glared at him, her arms crossed under her chest, pushing her breasts up.

Sukuna chuckled slowly, eyes flicking down for just a moment before meeting her glare with lazy amusement. “Oche,” He said, tone full of mockery. “Here I thought you would be happy to see that none of the said “bitches” are around. Must’ve thought wrong.” His smirk grew.

“Kiss my ass.” She bit out, pushing off the wall and walking past him.

Before she could get far, he caught her wrist. “Now, now,” he chuckled. Pulling her closer. “Is that how you're supposed to talk to me?” His grip tightened around her, leaning down enough that the smell of beer lingered around him.”

“What’s got you all worked up, hm?”

“What do you think?” She snapped back.

He chuckled, still holding her wrist. Seeming completely unfazed by her attitude. If anything, the more irritated she got, the more amused he became. His gaze flicked down to her chest again, before returning to her face. “You're sexy when you’re pissed.” 

“You're such a fucking asshole.” She pulled from him. Storming off through the party.

“And you’re still stomping like a toddler,” Sukuna called after her, lazily following behind her through the crowd. 

A few people turned their heads as he pushed past, but he only had eyes for her. Smirking still, he leaned down to her ear, voice low and teasing.

“Face it. You came looking for me. Why else show up to my party in this slutty thing?” He laughed, dodging her hand as she swatted at him. 

“Dame…feist and stubborn? Someone’s got it bad.”

She froze at his words, turning to him with hate all over her face. Just as he went to tease her again, she grabbed someone before slamming her lips into the unexpected man’s. Letting out a soft moan to seal it, pulling back. She looked at him as she wiped her mouth clean.

Sukena was speechless. His smirk vanished, replaced with an expression of surprise and anger. He couldn’t believe what she just did. She kissed a complete rando, now she was smiling at him, trying to get under his skin…and it was working.

His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as he watched her pull away from the guy, seeing the tension, the guy scurried off, leaving the two of them to their glaring war.

With a growl, Sukuna grabbed her arm, yanking her closer.

“What the hell was that?” He demanded.

“Getting over you. I think letting one good dick session would do fucking wonders.”

She threw back at him, her smirk widening now.

His expression darkened even further when she said that, tightening his grip.

“You think you're playing some game here?” he snapped. “Is that what type of timing you're on? Want to slut around with some guy at a party?”

“Aw, hurts to hear, huh?” She cooed at him, venom-laced in her words. 

His temper boiled. He was clearly not amused by this little game she wanted to play. “You think I care who you hook up with?” He snapped, his voice low and dangerous. Closing the distance even more.

“You can go hook up with every guy in this damn party for all I care. It won't change a damn thing.” 

“And if I do?” She egged him on, standing her ground.

He narrowed his eyes at her challenge, and in an instant, he shifted his grip on her arm, pulling her flushed against him. Leaning closer to her face, mere inches from hers.

“Go ahead.” He challenged back, possession edged in his voice. “Do it. Hok u with every single one in her. See if I care.”

“Then. Let. Go.”

He paused, his grip loosening slightly. His eyes searched her, a mix of anger, frustration, and something else he couldn't quite place swam within them.

After what felt like forever, he finally spoke again. 

“You’re playing with fire.”

But then, with a scoff, he let her go, stepping back and folding his arms. “Go. Do what you came here to do.”

She watched him for a moment before walking away.

For the rest of the night, he watched her socialize. Letting both men and women touch her. Drinking and dancing with them. His last straw was when he saw another guy touching her, but it was the sight of that man’s hands disappearing under her dress. Anger surged through him, hot and ready to burn.

Watching how the guy whispered something in her ear, causing her to giggle. His hands curled into fists, and the urge to pull her away was nearly overpowering.

But finally, as that man started kissing up her neck. Littering skin with his lips, squeezing her. He didn't even remember moving, but only that he grabbed the man’s shoulder, shoving him back.

He didn’t look at her yet; instead, he stared down the guy who dared to even think he would get away with touching what was his.

“Keep your fucking hands off her.”

Then slowly, he finally turned to her, jaw tight. Eyes full of anger.

Yet…he said nothing. Just waited for her to react.

She watched him for a moment, not knowing what point of upset he was.

“What do you think you're doing?” Her voice was curt, not giving away her slight nervousness.

He scoffed, low and rough, dragging a hand through his pink spikes. “What does it look like I'm doing?” He stepped closer, voice dropping so only she could hear over the music.

“I'm saving you from a random fuck who thinks he can grab up what he can't handle.”

His gaze dipped to her neck, slightly bruised from that guy who dared to touch what was his.

“Or are you that desperate to prove a point?” He challenged her.

A beat passed, then another. The music was pounding around you both like a heartbeat, and still, he didn't move away from her. Wouldn't let you go again without a fight.

“What point do you think I'm trying to prove?...” Her voice is low.

His eyes narrowed, a bitter scoff leaving his tongue.

“That you can get under my skin. That you can piss me off by letting every guy in this place get handsy with you.”

A muscle twitched alongside his jaw. Slowly moving closer to her, their body heat mixing.

“Well. Congratulations. You succeeded.”

She scoffed, “I don't give a shit about pissing you off, my life doesn't revolve around–”

“Bullshit.” He cut her off, voice harsher this time. Taking another step closer. Her back hits a wall.

“If you didn't care,” He growled, eyes flagged with anger and a little of something else. “If you didn't care, you wouldn't have spent the past hour throwing yourself at random dudes in front of me. You wanted a reaction. You wanted me to step in. So don't deny it now, sweetheart.”

She watched him, anger and hurt filled her face.

“So what? Any other time, you would rather sit there and let me do anything to feed your shit ego, but when I want just a little attention, you wait until the last second to give it to me. So what else than letting a nobody fuckmem what will you do, sukuna– WHAT!”

She didn't know why she cared. She never gave a fuck about a man or woman, so why did she want him to notice every fucking thing that irritated her?

For a moment, the music and the crowd slowly faded.

He froze for a moment, not from anger…but out of realization. The fire dimmed from his eye, replaced by something sharper. Something heavier. He saw it now, not just spite in your rage, but hurt. The kind you didn't even know how to name herself. 

And that…hurt him. 

He reached for her, fast but not rough. His hand went to touch her face, wanting her to meet his gaze. Sighing as he pressed her forehead into hers, ignoring her pout.

I noticed,” He started, low and raw. “Every goddamn time you walk into a room. Every time you roll your eyes at me like I'm some joke. Every second you stand there thinking I don't see how much I piss you off.”

His thumb brushed along her jawline. “And yeah…maybe I'll wait till the last second.” His breath fanned her lips. “But tell me this, if every touch from a stranger tonight was just to make me feel… then it worked.”

He pulled back just enough to lock onto your gaze. 

“So what do we do now?”

She stayed silent, slowly taking in the man she hated but loved at the same time. 

She sighed.

“I hate you so much.”

Sukuna let out a rough huff, part chuckle, part sigh from her words.

“Yeah, you make that clear every day,” he said back. His eyes raked over her expression. Searching for something, anything.

“But you still came here. Still went through the trouble of fighting with every guy in this damn place.” His voice was low. “That ain't hate, sweetheart.”

That hit closer to home than she liked, slowly pulling from him. Walking to a semi-empty hall. 

He watched her for a moment before following behind. Silent, as the music slowly faded into a dull thump. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed tight over her chest like armor.

And he was just there, not touching her…not yet.

He stood across from her on the wall.

“You keep running.” He said, voice quiet. “But we both know there's nowhere to run from this.”

His voice dropped lower, like the kind that meant for soft secrets.

“I can play dumb. I can act like I don't feel it every time you look at me like I'm poison..and still lean closer.” He slowly moved off the wall, closer to her. “But I'm tired of pretending.”

Another step.

“If hating me is easier than saying what you actually want…” He tilted his head slightly, trying to catch her eye.

“Then say it now. One more time. Let’s see how long your hate lasts when all it does is pull us back together.”

She slowly lifted her gaze to him, staring up at his cloudy gaze that held…everything for her.

“...You talk like an old man.” She shot at him, slowly putting her hands into his jacket pocket.

Sukuna chuckled, low and rough. He leaned his hand against the wall beside her head, closing the gap completely.

“And you're still running that mouth.” He paused, eyes flicking down to her lips for just an instant before meeting her gaze again. “Careful, sweetheart. It's gonna get you into trouble one of these days.” He teased.

She let out a soft laugh. “When hasn't it?”

Sukuna smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief and something deeper, something dangerous.

Every time you open that mou,h.” he murmured, “You remind me why I can't stay away.”

“Then don’t.” Her hands slid from his pockets before circling his neck.

That's all the invitation he needed. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her flushed against him. His lips crashed into hers, hungry and impatient. No hesitation, just a couple of weeks' worth of pent-up desire spilling out in one rough kiss.

His hands roamed freely over her curves, her hips like he was trying to commit every inch to memory. A low growl rumbled deep in his chest, sending shots of heat through every nerve ending.

Her moans spilled from her lips, clinging to him as she whispered his name into his lips.

He begged her to say it again, kissing her deeper as his hands slid under her dress, cupping her ass. “Say my damn name.” 

The music faded further into the background as he lifted her with ease, pressing her against the wall. One hand tangled in her curls while the other stayed on her ass, sliding down her thigh.

“Still hate me?” He whispered between kisses, voice rough with need.

“Always,” She teased back, her words breathy.

A dark smirk curved his lips as he nipped at her neck. 

“Funny.”Sher purred, teeth grazing her skin. “Your body says otherwise.”

He moved against her again, slow and teasing, drawing out another moan. His hands moved, pooling at her hips, trailing up her waist, sliding to her breast.

“You keep trying to say one thing.” He murmured, sucking a mark into her collarbone.

“But your body…she begs for me.”

She moaned again, tilting her head to give him more access.

“I can say that about your dick.” Words still breathy. Her hands moved to cup the heavy and still-growing bulge.

He groaned, hips rolling into her touch. 

“Watch it, sweetheart.” His voice was a low rumble, warning and needing mixing in a dangerous combination. 

He leaned in, breath warm on her ear. “You like to tease…” He growled, capturing her earlobe between his teeth. “But you're playing with fire.”

He then dropped her back to her feet.

“Not here.” He said behind him as he dragged her up the stairs of the house, heading to the dorm floors.

“Are you sure your roommate won't show up again?”

She said, reminding him of the last time they found themselves in this particular situation.

Sukuna chuckled, the sound thick with amusement and need. 

“Yeah, he won't.”

In one swift stride, he had her inside his room, shutting the door behind him with an audible thud. Before spinning her around and backing her into the door.

His gaze moved over her, devouring her. One hand was planted above her head while the other slowly untied the strings of her dress.

“You have no manners.”

He chuckled. 

“Manners are for people with patience.” His hands pushed the strap of her dress off her shoulder, leaning close.

“And right now..” He paused, his breath hot on her ear. “I'm all out of that.”

She hummed, nudging him back so she could finish taking the dress off, moving from under his arm and walking backwards to his bed. Dropping her dress and kicking off her heels in the process.

She lay down on the bed, her breasts sitting heavy on her chest as her plush thighs hid the part he wanted the most.

“Then let's skip the pointless foreplay, yeah?”

And just like that, he was over her. Handswere tearing his own clothes off as his lips claimed hers.

“I wouldn't call it pointless.” He broke from her. “Not when it's about you.”

She let out a breathy moan as she helped him out of his clothes. Needing to feel every groove he held from her.

He groaned, his hips grinding against her in response, his hands sliding up her bare thighs. Break the kiss once again, nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck. 

His body was a hard, burning line against hers, demanding attention. “I've been going insane, you know.” He murmured, his voice a gravelly growl. “Watching you all night, every tough, every look.”

His hands moved higher, teasing at the edge of her panties.

“Don't fuck with me, sukuna.” She whined, lifting her hips for him.”

He chuckled darkly, the sound sending a shiver through her. His hands moved the thin fabric, fingers trailing slow, taunting circles.

“Don't worry, sweetheart,” he whispered against her mouth, his voice still rough with need. “I wouldn't dare.”

In one swift move, he pushed the fabric aside, fingers finding the wet heat of her pussy already begging for him. Groaning as he found how ready she was for him.

“You're a goddamn menace.” He growled, sinking a finger into her seeping cunt.

A curse left her lips, throwing her head back as she started to ride his finger, needing the added friction.

He watched her, the sight alone fuelling his own desire. His fingers moved deep, curling, teasing, demanding. Taking her right to the edge only to pull her back at the last moment.

“Watching you…with those guys…” he started, his teeth grazing her throat. “I could have killed every single one of them for even trying to touch you.”

His thumb moved over her sensitive clit. Pulling a whiny moan.

“The real question is…who do you want right now?”

She arched into him, looking up at him.

“W-what?...” She spilled out a little confused by the question.

He watched her, still moving his finger over her clit slowly. Working her closer to the edge again.

“Simple question, sweetheart.” He began again. His tone is a little softer. “You're here…with me…like this.:

He smiled as he watched him slowly get more worked up with each word. 

“Who do you want?”

The words were heavy, filled with so much more than lust.

“If I wanted…a loser- hm– I wouldn't be here…would I?” 

She watched him. Her hand went to his hair, digging into his scalp. 

“Even though…you're always going to be a loser in my eyes.”

He groaned, eyes flashing as she pulled his hair. The possessive, feral thing in him loved when she got feisty like this.

His eyes met hers, dark and heated.

“A loser, huh?” His words were quiet, his finger still working at her aching clit. “You keep saying that…”

His other hand found her hip, holding her tight. “And yet…you keep coming back.”

“Because of your dick.” She said flatly. Squeezing his cock that still stands beneath his boxers.

“Though I think he has performance anxiety.”

His expression darkened at her words, and that possessive fire in his eyes flared up. He smirked, grinding his hips into hers.

“Performance anxiety, hm?” He challenged. “You really love to push your luck.”

He leaned down, teeth grazing her collarbone again. “Maybe it's time to shut that pretty mouth of yours.”

She giggled.

“Make me.”

In one swift move, he rolled her over, pinning her hands above her head. “You're playing a dangerous game.” He challenged back. Pressing his hard cock into her. “Keep it up and all shit you up the right way.”

She moaned into the sheets, arching her ass into him, wiggling her hips.

“You're just a sorry excuse for an ex. A man with a big dick and no action.” She threw at him. She wanted it to hurt, wanted him angry, wanted him to release it all on her.

The moment those words left her lips, the air shifted. 

His eyes darkened as something feral snapped, not just anger.

Lust.

He didn't speak. Instead, he forced her into an impossible arch, tightening his grip on her wrist. As he leaned down, his breath was hot against her ear.

“You want me to show you what little action feels like?” His voice was low…dangerous. “You keep calling me your ex…But I don't remember ever letting you go.”

His hips rolled into her from behind, grinding slowly and punishing. 

“And right now? You're not running.”

A pause.

His voice was lower, almost too quiet. 

“So let's stop pretending this is just about anger…or revenge…or some pathetic game.”

He bit down on the curve of her shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but enough so she felt it in her bones.

“Tell me to stop,” He whispered, almost daring her.

But you both knew…he wouldn't listen anyway.

His moans echoed through the room. Her cries and soul on skin on skin echoed through the walls. His pace was at an ungodly speed. Working every muscle he had so she would feel every moment of his dick destroying her pussy. Branding her insides so no other man could think that her pussy was for anything else but a breeding hole for him to use.

Her arms and legs shook, him holding her up by her neck as he fucked into her. Cutting air from her when she started to mouth off. The bed was soaked with cum and juices as their bodies were covered in sweat and bruises.

His body trembled with brutal need that had long built up. This was no longer about games or anger. It was about pure, raw desire. Every touch, every moan, every sound he claimed for her was another reason she was his. His hands marked her, gripping tightly around her neck to leave marks for days. Loving when she mouths off as they both tried to find that edge between pain and pleasure…and when he found it, he took it. He made her feel it in every fiber of her being.

She was a babbling mess. Crying out as moans spilled from her again and again as he kept fucking into her. Orgasm after orgasm. She was far from sore; she was numb…but god did she need more.

Watching her tremble under him, completely undone. Every nerve alight, every breath ragged. He could feel her clench around him, hearing the broken little whimper that spilled from her lips with each relentless thrust.

And still, she arched back into him. Still begging without words.

Sukuna leaned down, teeth grazing her shoulder as he tightened his grip on her throat, just enough to make her breath catch. His other slid around to pinch a sensitive peak, drawing out another sharp cry.

“That’s right,” He cooed into her skin. “Take it all…scream my name like you mean it.”

He wasn't gentle. Never was. But neither did she want that. She wanted it to hurt? He would give her everything, until there was nothing left but him.

She moaned his name, begging him to go faster, fuck her like she was his slut.

“Beg. Tell me what you want. I want you to scream it.”

She let out a cry, her head lolling forward, before he snatched her back up. His grip around her neck and jaw became more intense.

She gasped, trembling on the edge, completely at his mercy. And Sukuna wasn't about to let you fall without screaming his name first. He yanked her head back by the hair, forcing her neck back to arch into his touch. His lips brushed the shell of her ear, voice a dark, commanding growl.

“Look at me when you come.”

His thrusts turned punishing, deep, and unrelenting as he twisted one hand around her hip, pressing into his clit as he fucked her faster.

“You've been begging for this since the party.” Another thrust. “Since I laid eyes on you in that damn dress.”

And then, she came.

A eaw cry tore from her throat as pleasure ripped through every overstimulated nerve. He only clenched around him violently, and only then did he let go of her neck just enough so she could breathe, but kept you locked in place like his personal cock sleeve.

Sukuna’s own control snapped seconds later, burying himself deep in her with a guttural groan, spilling into her seeping cunt. Forcing her to take every last drop.

For a moment…there was silence, just heavy breaths and sweat-slicked skin pressed together like they never planned to part.

“F…fuck.”

His head was still reeling as he slowly came back to his senses. His body felt heavy, every muscle still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. He stayed there, body pressed into hers, face buried in her neck as he massaged her scalp. Slowly lifting his head enough to trail kisses down her bruised neck.

“All mine…and fucking gorgeous.”

She hummed into him, basking in his attention.

“Still hate you.”

Even now, with their bodies pressed together and his seed spilling out of her, she still “hated” him. The stubborn, beautiful, infuriating part of her that refused to give in.

He scoffed, but no heat in it. Still trailing kisses down her neck.

“You're a brat, you know that?” He moved, rolling her to her side. Still deep inside of her.

He traced her skin as he propped himself up on one arm.

“This only proves that your dick is your best quality.”

His lips twitched into a smirk, his hand sliding up to her neck, making her meet his gaze. “You're lucky I like your mouth.” His finger traced her bruised lips. “Because otherwise you'd be over my knee getting an attitude adjustment.”

He teased. Earning him a smile.

“Hm…might still be tipsy enough to let you.”

His eyes darkened, heat flooding through him once more at the image of bruising that fat ass of hers once more. She gasps and whimpers as he spanks her cunt. 

The thought alone made him harden inside of her.

“Careful, sweetheart. Keep pushing me, and I'll make it so you can't walk straight tomorrow.”

She laughed, biting his finger. 

“Prove it.”

Notes . This shit was crazy to write. Next chapter won't be as long as this one. I wanted to set a foundation for their relationship and how they got into the situation that will be brought up in the next chapter. I hope you love this!!!

Pairing . Sevika X Reader!Plus Size

Synopsis . Sevika came back home after the fight with Vi at the bar. Coming through the door to find her sleepy girlfriend.

One-shot:

Content . Fluff , Slight spoil & wlw 

Notes . Something light and cute.

Wordcount . 348

Sevika closed the door behind herself, slumped against it as she tried to get her bearings. Holding her prosthetic arm. She opened her eyes to be met with her pretty little girlfriend. In nothing but a shirt, her curly hair falling from the ponytail as she rubbed her eyes sleepily.

“You okay, Vika?” Her voice was light…calming to Sevika’s tattered nerves. Watching her come closer and realize how hurt she was.

“Sevika!” Her voice now panicked as she went to her side, helping her off the door.

“Don’t worry, sweets…just-” a wince cut her off, dropping the arm and leaning fully into her.

“No…you're not okay…let's get you to the couch.” She led her further into the small living area, sitting her down before sitting at her side, peeling her shirt off to reveal the bruising and gashes.

“God…”

Before she could tell her to calm down, the shorter woman was up and already gone. Sevika groaned as she tried to sit up.

She was back in moments, pushing her back down.

“Don’t.” She warned, moving closer to fix up her wounds.

Moments passed as she worked in silence, trying to be gentle. Sevika groaned at some moments, earning soft apologies as she kept working.

After about an hour, she finally finished up. Helping her into new clothes and getting her comfortable. She moved to gather her prosthetic but stopped short when Sevika grabbed her by her plush waist, forcing her back down.

“Don’t…not yet.” Her tone was clear…she didn't want to be alone. She sighed before lying against her uninjured arm, rubbing her thigh in a soothing rhythm.

“Wanna talk about it?...” Her voice was soft…not interrogating her…worried.

“Not really, just want your ass right here.” That earned a soft laugh, leaning closer into her.

“I'm here, Vika.”

“I know,” she said, her grip tightening around her, laying her head on hers. Sighing as she finally took in that she was home…with the only person that made it home.

“I know.”

Pairing . Sukuna X Black!Reader!Plus Sized

Synopsis . Two people that everyone avoids. Mess with Sukuna? His Ex is on that ass. You want his girl? Just know you're the next to go missing. The couple that are on and off...so what's new when they get messy drunk and do the regular?... Nothing...Right?

Series:

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Notes . I can't wait to start!!!

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Pairing . Ghostface!Satoru Gojo X Reader!Plus Sized X Ghostface!Suguru Geto

Synopsis . On one spooky Halloween night, a junior college student gets a call from her boyfriends. “What’s Your Favorite Scary Movie?” They say in unison. She smiled…game on.

One-shot:

Content . 18+ , Poly , Smut , DxSxD ,University!AU , mlwlm , Praising , Oral!M/F , DP & Thriller

Notes . Getting more stuffed than a creampie!!! Enjoy <3 Also, no YN or Names other than our men.

Wordcount . 1,468

Tonight was Halloween, nothing to it. She was at home finishing up assignments for the fall. Her boyfriends were out doing whatever shenanigans she tends not to ask about for…legal reasons. As long as they check in, she doesn't care.

It was 1030 at night when her phone started to vibrate, groaning as she rolled off the bed to grab her charging phone to find Suguru calling her. She answered.

“Yes, baby?”...silence. 

She sat up, asking again.

“You guys okay? Need me to bail your sorry asses out ag-”

“Hello, Baby,” They said in unison. She stopped for a moment before responding.

“Hello? What are you guys doing-”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” Satoru said. Then it clicked. They did mention cosplaying at the fall fair. Choosing different versions of Ghostface. She was never into thrillers, but…how he said it made her a little curious about how this will play out.

“Hm…don’t know…maybe the one with the crazy redhead killer doll.” She replied, earning her a laugh on the line.

“Really, baby? Chucky?” Satoru teased before shifting to the other line.

“Hey! I thought that was a good movie!” She throws back with little venom as she listens to Satoru tease her some more. 

“Want to play a game, princess?” Suguru said over the phone. Satoru’s laughter died out.

“A game?” She asked, sitting up and trying to listen to the background. There was a sound of wind, then a door opening…like the gate to their little college home. She moved to the window, looking out to get a peek.

“Yeah…Hide and Seek of sorts.” Suguru’s gravelly voice said. She swallowed as she didn't see them at the gate. 

“Where are you guys?” She eased out of her shaky breaths. Getting a bit more worked up.

“Yes. Or. No” 

She froze…not knowing what to say. She wanted them to stop with the games…but she also wanted to feed into whatever they had in store.

“What are the rules?” 

“Good girl,” Satoru cooed. 

She moved from the window, walking to the bedroom door to see if they were near the front. Nothing still.

“It’s easy.” Satoru started. “You hide. We find you.”

She swallowed again. 

“B-but?”

“But.” A pause. “When we find you…you can’t stop us from fucking you.” 

A soft whine left her lips. Biting her lips.

“Hear that, Suguru? She's so fucking turned on by that. Our dirty girl.” 

“Very dirty.” Another pause. “You got 3 minutes.”

Then the call ended, and then the power was out. She shuffled back into the room. Not expecting that, but then remembered they would never go over board when it came to her.

She took a breath before remembering she needed to fucking hide. So she moved around the small house. Not knowing where to start. Then text.

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Toru <3: Two minutes remaining. 

She was shocked as she ran through the rooms. Deciding not to hide in the “Spare” rooms (The rooms they had before sharing one together) because they had nothing in there. She looked through the two bathrooms before deciding against it because of the little space to hide…So that just left their shared room.

It was neat from Suguru always keeping up with it…but the only place that's not would be…is their closet. She opened the sliding doors as another text reminded her she only had a minute left. She moved the clothes on the hanger and the ones on the floor before hiding in the corner. Since the power was out… She hoped that they wouldn't be able to find her with the lack of light.

As she got into place. The last message came through.

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Guru <3: Here we come.

She stopped breathing when the sounds of both the front door and the window in their room opened. 

The heavy footsteps and doors opening had her nerves on edge. Hearing them go through rooms and cabinets to find her was nerve-wracking…but she also couldn't wait for them to find her.

Some moments passed as footsteps stopped in front of the closet. This was it…she closed her eyes when the door opened. Little light shined in, as a white mask was in view. Looking around and pushing the clothes around.

“Shit.” A lighter voice said as he moved from the closet…did he not see her? She smiled as Satoru called Suguru into the room. Wondering if she left the house. Suguru said nothing more before a light came from his hand then…

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A ringtone from her pocket echoed. 

“Shit,” she cursed as she tried to turn it off. But it was too late when two gloved hands grabbed her by her arms and pulled her from the closet. Wincing when she was walled in between two toned chests. Looking up to find the original Ghostface mask looking down at her (Satoru) and a more beaten-up one (Suguru). 

“Princess…you really need to work on your survival skills.” Suguru teased in her ear. Satoru moved to hover over her other.

“Yeah. Can't anyone else get to our pretty girl before us, yeah?” Satoru cooed. His gloved hands went to the swell of her ass.

“W-why? W-what are you guys going to do?” She spilled out in hushed breaths. A chuckle came from Suguru, then another hand came from behind her and cupped her pussy. Dragging his finger against the fabric of her shorts. Giving friction to her needy clit.

“We're going to fuck this pretty little pussy, stuff you so good…that you wish we found you sooner.”

Oh god, this was so much. Their hands are all over her. Their dirty words. She needs them so bad right now…and she’ll do anything to get them.

She found herself naked between them. Satoru is behind her, propping her on his bare lap. His hard cock nestled between her thighs as Suguru was in front of them. Still clothed with his mask off between her thighs. 

“You two are so fucking needy.” Suguru laughed as he started to stroke Satoru. His other hand rubbed her clit as they both bucked under his touch.

“F-fuck. Keep going. I want to come over her pretty pussy. I want you to taste both of us.” Satoru groaned out and moved his hands under her thighs. Forcing her legs higher. Giving Suguru a better view of them.

Suguru grunted as he moved to suck on Satoru’s lanky cock, bobbing his head as his nose rushed into her cunt. Their moans echoed through the room as they watched the raven-haired man take good care of them.

“Guru~ more-” 

Suguru fastened his pace, his hand moving to her clit as he forced stimulation over them. Suguru soon stopped touching her, his hands on Satoru’s balls as he wanted him to reach his release first. Once Satoru moaned, his hips buckled into Suguru’s mouth, flooding it with his seed. 

Suguru waited for a moment before popping himself off of him, moving to her needy cunt and spitting the cum and his saliva all over her already soaked pussy. Heat and seed covered her folds and clit as Suguru moved his tongue over her. Eating her out with the salt coat of Satoru all over her.

She cried as she bucked her hips. Suguru forced her hips down into the other man. Satoru groaned at the sight, releasing one of her thighs to go to her neck. Forcing her head back to look at him. His mask was still on, but not a moment before he lifted it enough over his mouth and forced his tongue down her throat.

To Suguru’s tongue fucking her clit and pussy…to Satoru's mouth fucking her with his. It became too much; she whined and cried as overstimulation coursed through her veins before squirting all over Suguru, a cry spilling into Satoru’s mouth as they continued the assault over her body.

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She lay limp over Suguru's chest. Him sucking her already tattered neck as they took turns thrusting into her sorry…messy hole. She was babbling as Satoru held her thighs up, watching how they both filled her with their cocks and cum. Watching how Suguru marked her with his mouth and hands, how her face was tear-stained and flushed as she whined at each new stretch.

Suguru cooed into her ear as they both thrusted into her for the nth time, cumming again and again in her pulsing pussy. Groaning as they both slipped out of her.

She whined at the fullness of her cunt slowly spilled from her. Then a hand cupped her face, forcing her to look ahead, then a flash.

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“Gotta get our souvenir~.”

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Pairing: Grace Ashcroft x Fem Reader, Dom Bottom × Sub Top (Grace)

Synopsis:

After the events of RE9, Grace Ashcroft transfers from her role as a data analyst to become a field agent. You’re assigned to mentor her and show her the ropes. Long missions, close quarters, and debriefs quickly blur the line between professional guidance and something much more personal and primal.

Headcannon:

​Content: 18+,Smut, Love at First Sight, Mentor ×

Mentee, Workplace Romance

Notes: kinda went over board…

Word count: 695

Grace Ashcroft, who feels the pull the moment she meets you at the Bureau—an immediate, unsettling attraction that catches her completely off guard.

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Grace Ashcroft, who suddenly can’t concentrate on the briefing or the case files whenever you’re nearby, her mind drifting back to you no matter how hard she tries to stay professional.

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Grace Ashcroft, who quietly brings you a cup of (Y/F/D) every morning before the day’s operations begin, pretending it’s nothing—just routine—when really she’s memorized exactly how you like it because she knows how impossible you are without it.

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Grace Ashcroft, who keeps stealing glances at you across the bullpen, only to quickly look away when you catch her staring.

Grace Ashcroft, who feels something almost magnetic whenever the two of you are working field drills together—like being near you pulls her in before she can stop herself.

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Grace Ashcroft, who feels safer when you’re beside her during an operation, as if nothing could possibly go wrong as long as you’re there.

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Grace Ashcroft, who can’t help the heat rushing to her face when you switch to that firm, commanding tone while instructing her during training—her stomach tightening every time you say her name.

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Grace Ashcroft, who has to excuse herself and rush to the bathroom after induction training ends, heart racing and composure completely shaken, tries to collect herself, but inevitably has her hands in her pants.

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Grace Ashcroft, who can’t help but rub  herself through her panties, T-shirt in her mouth to muffle the sounds she's making. Praying no comes in.

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Grace Ashcroft, who fantasizes about you giving her head up against the bathroom stall she’s in. Her hands are on the back of your head, holding you there as she rubs her cunt all over your mouth and face. And when she comes, she pulls away to see your face, wet and smiling up at her, and still rubbing and fingering your cunt ready for more.

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Grace Ashcroft, who opens her eyes as she hears the door open, but doesn’t stop when she hears you enter the bathroom in the stall next to hers

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Grace Ashcroft, who secretly wants you to hear her. To tell her how much of a slut she is for doing it in a place like this. Who wants you to grab her hair and to spit in her mouth and tell her to swallow it like the cum whore she is for you.

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Grace Ashcroft, who at this point can’t hide the sounds that are coming from her mouth or her pussy. And just gives up, letting you hear her whimper your name.

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Grace Ashcroft, who thought you would be disgusted and walk out, tell HR, but instead hears your skirt unzip and you moaning alongside her.

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Grace Ashcroft, who gets more turned on when she hears you tell her to press herself up against the stall next to you

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Grace Ashcroft, who can’t help but match your rhythm and pace and whimper as loud as she can, to try and please you

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Grace Ashcroft, who is begging just to come but can’t because you won’t let her. So she has to listen to you talk her through it for a second more.

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Grace Ashcroft, who does exactly what you tell her, thrusts her fingers deep inside herself.

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Grace Ashcroft, who can't help but lift her shirt up and group her tits and pinch and twist her nipples as she is about to cum

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​Grace Ashcroft, who hears people come in and ends up squirting all over your shoes and the floor (^-^)

Pairing . Hermes!Leon S. Kennedy X Aphrodite!Reader!Plus Sized

Synopsis . Hermes!Leon S. Kennedy tries to get THE goddess of love, beauty and desire to fall for him…will he succeed and what will it take? 

One-shot:

Content . 18+ , Enemies to Lovers!Onesided  , Smut , DxD , Greek God Retelling , Lowkey Breeding , Praising , Spanking & Oral!M  

Notes . THEIR SO HOT!!! Enjoy <3 Also, no YN or Names other than our boy’s.

Wordcount . 1,252 

“Any chance you got an extra heart? You’ve stolen mine–” 

“I'm far from in the mood.” She interrupted him. Paying him no mind other than those words. 

He laughed, moving to stand in front of her throne. She never actually knew how he got into her estate, but he always found his way to disrupt her very peaceful life. She tries... keywords “tries”... to protect.

“For THEE goddess of love… your personality isn't so lovely.” He moved to her side, looking over her scroll of blessings. Something he knows she takes pride in fulfilling. 

She continued to ignore him as she went through the many blessings of her followers, but stopped short when his face closed in on her face. 

“What do you want?” She snapped at him, finally giving him the attention that he's been “Begging” (In her words, not his) for. 

​He smiled, “Just checking in with my favorite goddess.” He gave back. She hated how he smiled at every sentence that he thought worthy enough to come from his mouth. She rolled her eyes.

“Go scheme somewhere else, Leon.”

She heard him sigh before the scroll was taken from her, then she was lifted off her throne and over his shoulder. 

“You know, princess, your bad attitude really does kill the vibe.” He moved without much protest from her, because…She liked this. He fought her every way till she gave in. She hated his guts…but she loved his hands.

​“Then change that.”

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“So this is all I had to do to get your stuck-up ass to finally give in?” His hips angled into her, earning him a moan then a curse. 

“S-Shut the fuck up-” A moan ripped from her as he slammed into her, his rough hands pushing up her plush thigh, opening her up to him as he watched how shiny she left his dick.

“Why? I-I think I'm good at multi-tasking, No?” He didn't wait for an answer as he thrusted into her again, her nails digging into his thigh as she tried to catch her breath.

He shifted a bit, pushing  her leg to her chest as he hovered over her face, watching her every facial expression…even the ones she tried to hide. He took in her flushed face, hair sticking to her face, and how she bit her lip to stop the crude moans. He didn't like that since he fully lowered himself over her, biting down into her neck. Her gasps were high and whiny.

“I-I told you not- gods…To leave marks…” Her words were babble as he kept fucking into her, his hands holding her in a position that had him hitting every groove her pussy held. The slooshes to skin echoed through her chambers…her servants always seemed to disappear when he was around…

“Fuck Princess…” he moaned into her neck, picking up his pace before pulling back and out of her. She whined at the emptiness before he grabbed her arms and forced her up. She stared up at him in a haze of lust and anger.

“What are you-”

“Suck.” She froze, confused as his angry…wet head came into view. Pressed into her breast all the way to her lips. She wanted to deny him, to fight him a little longer…but his eyes pierced into hers…with the same amount of heat that had her already sensitive area clenching for more.

“Why should I? You broke into my home, and now you want me to please you?” She teased, egging him on, wanting more of the heat…wanting to see what the god of trade would give her.

His hands tightened around her plush arms, tilting his head with a crack, and stared down at her. She swallowed as she watched him plan out every way he was going to make her cave…and she fucking couldn't wait.

He removed one of his hands, bringing it to her jaw before propping her mouth open. He groaned at the sight, his dick coating her lower lip.

“Open your mouth before I start coating more than your lips.” He moved, tapping his dripping tip on her lips. She opens wider, letting him sink into her lips. Cursing when she grazed her teeth on him.

She didn't move as she watched him flex his hips into her mouth, moaning as his free hand moved around her neck. Using it as support.

“Let's put a pretty little necklace around your throat, yeah?” He egged on, groaning as she started meeting him halfway. Her tongue cupped the underside of his dick as she watched his skin flex at every moment, closer to his release. 

“Fuck- You're such a good girl. Taking what I give you. No arguing- dammit.”

He pulled out, his hand still around her neck as his other moved to stroke himself, wanting to watch how she took him soaking her in his cum. Groaning at the last stroke as cum spilled from him in waves. Landing on her cheeks, lips…breast. 

She sat there, letting him make a mess of her as he watched her. With one thing going through his mind. 

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I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU FALL IN LOVE…EVEN IF I HAVE TO MAKE LOVE WITH YOU.

He wiped the cum from her cheeks, pressing it into her mouth as she greedily sucked the salty coat off his finger, keeping eye contact the whole time.

“Fuck princess. You're going to be a fucking problem.” 

Keeping his eyes on her.

“But one I'm willing to solve.” He said with a smile. Sitting back on his back legs. Pulling her into his lap as his hands found a place on her ass, squeezing the fat.

“Ride me.” Simple. He slapped her ass to make her move, earning him a glare.

“What the fuck are you good for if you don't do anything?” She snapped, already over his petty games. But he smiled at her, slapping her again.

“Ride me, my goddess. As I'm on your scroll.” She froze, staring at him before glancing at the discarded scroll on the table near the bed.

“What?” She looked back at him, wanting an answer. He moved, picking her up with him as he walked to the table. Sitting her down on it and handing the scroll. She read it, looking for his name, which was not-...

Scott L. 

She looked at him, glaring.

“So, since I'm on your list. I want you to ride me.” Again…that smile. She wanted to argue about him breaking the rules but then-

“Unless you want to fail a devoted man wishing for his favorite goddess?” 

She froze as those words hit her ears, gripping the scroll.

“Fine.”

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“Fuck-”

Her words spilled from her as she fucked herself on him again and again, earning the nth orgasm of the night. His hands were on her waist, holding the plush fat around there as he helped her with each bounce. Cumming at the sight of her fucking body over his, how she would curse and cry at him, watching as she came over and over again…

The last rock of her hips did it, shaking as the orgasm hit her, causing her to fall face-first into his chest. His own hips kept thrusting into her already spent body before finally cumming deep in her womb. 

Both of their bodies slump, shaking and trying to catch their breath. Leon moved his hands to her hips again, keeping her plugged with his dick, his lips to her ears.

“I also prayed for fertility.”

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