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Sukuna can smell you.

His nose is whiffing in the air as his eyes dart around to seek your presence, and all four of them land on those bothersome clothes you tread with soon as you round the corner, “Dear.” His tongue laps over his lips, imagining a might of things without them.

Tilting your head, you watch the king spread his legs wide in his throne and leans back. His chest is exposed, all mass and girth throbbing in potent abundance; his markings expanding with each pant while fat thigh meat spreads like jam and peaks through his robes. One of his arms holds his head with a smug, tooth-eating grin — a kind of all-showing wry smirk with such fierce intent that could just swallow you up.

“Need to tell me something?” The tip of his nose curls and he almost wiggles it when your heels tap closer to him in response.

It's getting stronger. So does his urges.

You stick your nose up too, “I don't believe so?” and you watch how the curse pants, “No? Ah ~ I guess you don't,” His nail waves around in the air, and drops down, pointing right between your legs, “But that pussy wants to tell me something, she seems needy. Wet.” His words kick something in you, damn.

Your ovulating.

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Big bad boss Nanami who doesn’t say much, doesn’t socialize much, doesn’t reveal anything about his personal life to his employees. But one early morning meeting he comes in dishevelled with your pretty red lipstick smeared all around his stern mouth, apologizing because his “beautiful wife” held him up, and the office loses it. 

Revived 🥲

In mine and many other east Asian cultures, the dragon traditionally symbolises things like power, wealth and strength (imperial symbol and all)

I think we often forget that in the story of the Great Race, the dragon came in fifth because it'd stopped to give people rain. Then it'd stopped again to push a rabbit adrift on a log across the wide river so it reached the shore safely (that's why the Rabbit year comes before the Dragon).

Dragons aren't meant to just be powerful - they are meant to do good with such power, and to help those in need.

So in this lunar new year, I hope you gain more power, so that you might be able to help others. I pray you have abundant resources so you may give to yourself and those around you. I wish you courage, endurance, kindness and generosity, for yourself and your people.

I hope you, and I, will be rain givers, life preservers, joy bringers.

I hope we will be dragons.

You slide into your regular booth later than usual - a sweating bottle of your tried and true choice saving your spot as you catch the tail end of some heated debate between Katsuki and your best friend.

“Okay, but he’s really nice Bakugou—“

“Nice? Y’need therapy.”

He holds an arm out for you to settle in under, turning his head to kiss your temple in greeting.

“Okay so maybe he’s not nice all the time, but no one is nice all the time.”

You can feel the eye roll from your boyfriend without having to see it. “Is he fuckin’ twelve? There a reason he can’t control ‘imself when he’s grumpy?”

She sticks her tongue out at Katsuki, and you turn to press your smile into his shoulder. It’s endearing, the way he’s fit himself into the lives of your friends. The way he genuinely cares, in his own harsh way - the way he wants your friends to be treated well. He’s a girls’ girl through and through, even if you’d never say it to him. They have this argument every week.

Your friend picks at the label on her bottle, pouting.

“Okay, but isn’t it enough that I love him?”

Katsuki throws his head back and cackles. It’s mean, but the three of you know that he means well.

“That ain’t love.”

She huffs at that, setting her bottle down to cross her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at Katsuki. “You don’t know that.”

You feel him eyeing you then, and you tilt your chin up to meet his gaze. He’s warm - the smile is in his eyes as yours pulls at the corners of your lips. He turns his head to take another swig from his drink.

“I know enough,” he says finally, arm around you tightening just a bit.

Your friend gags, and it makes you laugh. Katsuki is stubborn and crass, but he’s right about this.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ the dim light of the room flickered, shadows dancing along the walls as megumi’s body pressed you into the bed with a force that was raw and searing, his every movement deliberate, sharp, and soaked in frustration. he was grinding deep, his cock buried to the hilt, your slick walls gripping him like a vice, milking him with an obscene tightness that had him teetering on the edge of losing control.

“god—damn it,” he hissed, his voice laced with a mixture of irritation and desperation as he paused mid-thrust, head hanging low with his jet-black bangs plastered to his sweat-slicked forehead. his glossy lips curled in something between a snarl and a groan as your walls fluttered around him again, sucking him deeper in reflex. “i fucking can’t with you—you disgust me. s-so pathetic."

your answer was a high-pitched, breathless moan that spilled out before you could stop it, the sound breaking free from your throat like you didn’t care how sensitive he already was. it made his cock twitch violently inside you, and his patience, already razor-thin, snapped.

“shut up,” he growled, leaning forward to clamp a hand over your mouth. his palm was rough, firm, pressing down just enough to muffle your sounds but not stop your ragged breaths. “i mean it—shut the fuck up. if you keep making those fucking noises—" his sentence broke off into a sharp groan, his head dropping to the crook of your neck as his hips started to move again, almost against his will. "—you’re gonna make me cum. is that what you want? for me to bust early like some idiot just because you can’t stop moaning like a slut?”

you couldn’t help it; his frustration sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through your body, making your back arch into him, your cunt clenching involuntarily around his cock again. the way you wrapped around him, the wet, obscene squelch of every thrust, the way your body seemed designed to wring him dry—it was driving him fucking insane. he didn’t even realize his free hand had moved to lock around your throat, pulling you into a loose, rough headlock. it wasn’t tight, but it was possessive, controlling, the flex of his arm telling you exactly who had the upper hand even as he muttered curses under his breath about how you were ruining him.

“you don’t get it, do you?” he said through gritted teeth, his words rasping against your ear as his thrusts picked up again, harder, angrier. his balls slapped against you, heavy, full, and growing tighter with every second. his voice dropped lower, a dangerous edge to it that sent shivers rippling through your overheated body. “every fucking time you moan—every fucking time—i can feel it. you think i don’t notice how my cock twitches when you do that? how close you get me? you’re—fuck—you’re so wet, it’s disgusting.”

he buried himself even deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars, his words paired with the relentless pace pushing you closer to the brink. but when another helpless moan escaped your throat, muffled beneath his hand, his control snapped completely.

“god, shut up,” he barked, his voice shaking with barely restrained need as his arm tightened just enough to send a thrill racing through you. his cock throbbed inside you, every vein pulsing, his balls drawing up tight against his body as he tried to stave off the inevitable. “i can’t if you keep making those noises—i swear to fucking god, you’re going to make me—fuck—”

but you couldn’t stop yourself, and neither could he.

im sad so heres toru fuckin u after an argument.

the bed creaks under your shared weight. it only merges with the sounds of your breathy moans and skin connecting together. your legs are spread around his waist, his slutty waist that your legs easily wrap around. your fairly squared nails drag up and down his back, leaving marks that you know is going to show up angrily tomorrow.

his face rests in the crook of your neck. he’s breathing heavily onto your skin while he fucks all of his bottled up emotions into your pussy. his tongue occasionally darts out of his mouth to lick at your neck and his lips follow suit, sucking on the spot he licked. there are tears brimming in both you and his eyes. you almost broke up with him. he almost broke up with you. almost, almost, almost.

he pushes and pulls away his hips rhythmically, never losing the pattern. his dick fills your pussy up just right, scratching that spot you will probably never be able to reach alone with just your fingers. he fucks you like a man, like he means it.

“right there—right there!” you gasp. your eyes are rolling back and your legs are shaking already. maybe the adrenaline from the argument has you finishing so quickly. you stop dragging your hands and instead press the tips of your fingernails into his skin.

satoru hisses out a curse word. your nails digging into his skin accompanied with your pussy clenching tightly around his dick has his own eyes rolling back. needy whimpers escape from his throat as his pace speeds up and he thrusts desperately into you. you’re whining and crying under him from overstimulation but he can’t stop. not when he’s so close. not when you tested his patience so disobediently just some minutes ago.

your pussy is creaming and getting all over his dick and the sheets. you’re making such a mess around him and he loves it. no matter how much you say you hate him, your pussy will forever say otherwise.

suddenly, you’re trying to push his head up so that you could be face to face with your lover. “kiss. wan’ kiss, toru.” your voice so desperate and soft, it’s almost hypnotic.

he’s quickly raising his head and smashing his lips on yours. the kiss is clashing as moans and curses slip out from the both of you. he slips his tongue inside your mouth, barely giving you any room to breathe. while he busies your mouth, his right hand searches for yours and was he finds it, he’s immediately intertwining his slender fingers with yours.

when he pulls his lips away from yours, a thin line of spit follows suit and quickly breaks away. satoru bites down on his lip as he focuses back on thrusting into your wetness. him looking at you low-lidded and a flush on his face has your pussy throbbing.

“i love you, baby.” he breathes out before catching your lips once again. instead of tongue kissing, he gives you a series of kisses that has your lips sizzling. your stomach clenches, and the feeling of butterflies floating around has you breathing heavy.

“i love you more.” you’re giving him that needy look that his his balls clenching and his back arching slightly as he realizes he’s about to cum.

“so fuckin’ p-perfect. ‘mma get my shit together.” he promises. it comes out rushed as he brings his face back to your neck to leave more marks. he begins promising and babbling sweet nothings as his orgasm crashes over him. “baby.” he repeats with a loud moan as his balls drain inside your pussy.

argument be dammed, there’s no way you would ever let him go and vice versa. you’re his just as much as he’s yours.

GUYS. what if fuck buddy sukuna catches you out one night, but instead of being with your friends you're on a date 👀 I think he would play it off, would definitely interrupt and make your date feel like he's about this big 🤏 in comparison. but his jealousy doesn't even show in that moment, it's only when you come over to his place next time around does he mention with the slightest pout: "why don't you ever get dolled up to see me?"

ok but think about….men who get carried away when they kiss you. their breathing gets heavier, grip gets harder, and suddenly they cannot let go of your lips.

Pulling you back into them if you even think about pulling away. Air? Who is she? They kiss you like you’re the last breath of air on earth, kissing you like they’ve been drowning forever, and you’re the first gasp of air breaking through their lungs—a desperate, consuming need.

Their hands roaming over your body, keeping you in place, keeping you agonizingly close. You know that it will bruise, but you don’t mind. How can you when they’re kissing you with such fervor? You try and make some distance, but all you get is a warning nip in your lower lip. But oh, when their hands reach your face, they hold you so tenderly, like you’re a dream they’re afraid to let slip away.

And when it gets too much—their teeth pulling your lips, chasing after you in a guttural groan, you try to pull away. To just breathe, even if it’s for a second. But as soon as you do that they dive back in, pulling you flush against them, almost whimpering, mindless babbles.

“no no, no. pretty you don’t get to do that, don’t go away. come back here. i’m so, so fucking lucky to have you. so sweet, you’re so sweet for me.”

And then they finally pull away, a saccharine string of saliva connecting your lips to theirs. It’s honestly filthy, but all you can think about is breathing, and you’re breathing them in, their scent clouding your senses. Their forehead resting against yours and then they smile. They smile as if they haven’t completely mushed your thoughts.

“I love you, pretty girl.”

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Yuji Itadori, Yuta Okkotsu, Satoru Gojo, Rafayel & Sylus (L&DS), Ken Sato + your favs!

also: merman boyfriend (because duh.)

megumi fushiguro, 28.