A Room with a View

Gojo x Fem!Reader

A/N: Couldn't be more excited to be a part of this event! Thanks @nkogneatho for the juicy theme and for allowing me to participate. I had the most fun writing this. The scenario hit me like a ton of bricks. Hope ya'll like it too.

Master List

CW/TW: sexual scenarios & strong language, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, semi-public sex, oral sex (f!receiving), degradation/name-calling/slut-shaming, dumbification, consensual unprotected sex (don't try this at home), creampie (don't try this either)

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It was a fairly simple request. Your only request. Surely other wealthier tenants had laundry lists of demands about how they wanted their apartments set up. Interior designers to boss around and do their bidding. You didn't ask for anything, other than a room with a view. Particularly that of the beautiful sprawling city you now live in. That's the only reason you chose this complex. You've lived your whole life on the ground level, and now thanks to this new job, you're finally able to afford the hefty premium for a spot on the second-highest floor in the building. You thought you had it made when you saw that yawning wall of glass in the bedroom. Unfortunately, you were unaware of the buildings’ layout when you came across the high-end modern flat online. You didn't think twice about putting in your bid. You were too busy scrolling through the photo gallery, imagining how your mornings would begin with shining sunlight, and how the twinkling city skyline would lull you to sleep. You didn't notice they had posted that same view for every available condo. The building is laid out in a hollow rectangle with a courtyard and pool in the center. Some condos face the outside world, while others face the middle. You spent all day politely arguing with management over the mistake, then moved in all of your belongings on your own when you lost the battle. There you sat on your bare mattress in defeat, staring out the yawning wall of glass, directly at the opposing condos no more than 25 meters away. At first, you left your curtains shut almost all the time, not wanting to be reminded of your naive mistake and dismal vista. But eventually, you would throw them open during the day, tired of living without natural light. It didn't take long for you to realize that not everything about your view was disappointing. While most tenants keep their curtains drawn at night, one leaves them open all the time. And his flat is directly across from yours.

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imagine (nsfw) ft. geto suguru

warnings: minors dni. alcohol mention. masturbation.

imagine geto calling you at midnight, telling you how much he misses your pussy. he was a bit drunk, you could tell as he was slurring. he hadn't found the courage to call you until now. you could hear his shaky breaths over the phone.

"fuck, i- i need you" he said, letting out a moan as he fucked his fist but it wasn't enough, he needed you. he wanted to feel your skin against his. he wanted to be able to fuck you, ruin you. hear you moan and beg him to fuck you harder.

"what exactly do you need from me?" you asked, teasingly. you wanted him to beg.

"please, just come here...it will be the last time" he was desperate and needy. you smiled through the phone.

"you said that last time...wait for me, and don't cum yet."

Geto enjoys doing that— tease himself. Touching it, spitting on it, slapping his boner against his belly or against his palm and making the tip of his cock so red that it makes him sob. He doesn’t use toys because he likes to watch and feel himself being driven to a point where he can’t stand it: just him and his imagination. He enjoys making it a sticky, messy mess. Massaging his balls and purposely ignoring his shaft until his toes curl up and he gets to almost reach that sweet high.

Geto has his phone trapped between four fingers and with his thumb he slides your pics from bottom to top. With a joint that’s about to die between his fingers: baggy gray pants hug his wide hips and blatantly mark how hard he is, the occasional wet droplet manages to get through the fabric and into the light.

A hand reaching down to the erection he has been teasing all day, sneaks through the elastic and as soon as he feels some of the heat emanating from his palm he hisses, throwing his head back.

He can clearly see you kneeling in front of him —your lips swollen and your hair tousled— sucking his nice, veiny cock. Your freshly manicured fingernails on his thighs, your water-filled eyes watching him from below as you try to get to where the swirl of short curls begins.

“You want me to cum in that pretty mouth of yours?” Eagerly you nod without taking it out of your mouth. “Or would you like me to do it on your face?” The sounds you create every time you bob your head up and down mimic the sounds your sloppy pussy would make if he were fucking you on all fours or if you were riding him.

The joint remains somewhere on his feet. His muscles tense and his back arches. Geto imagines how pretty you would look sticking your tongue out and him hitting it over and over with his heavy dick, you smiling at the act of being used by him: always so obedient, so willing to fucking please him.

Geto usually cums silently, between grunts, gritted teeth and dozens of “take it”. He spreads his legs wider to give you the space your body would need if you were really there. His clenched fist mimics as best he can your warmth and as the splash of saliva and precum stands out against the setting sun, Suguru cums all over his made-up fuck toy praising a non-existent you, telling you how good you’ve been and asking you to show him your mouth when you’ve swallowed it.

He then proceeds to unlock his phone and ask his best friend —you— what your plans are for later. There’s a bitter ink of guilt on his tongue, but as soon as you send him a cute picture sticking your tongue out and showing him how those new shorts you bought look on you he soon forgets about it.

Spoilt rotten

ꕥ Synopsis : Stop getting so impatient when your boyfriends bestfriend is around! Greedy girls never have the best of luck.

ꕥ Word count : 2.4K

ꕥ A/N : dw, there’s also still some atsumu action here too

ꕥ TW : fingering, cheating, vouyerism, panty stealing, unconsented photography, non con (?), dub con, dacryphilia, enemies smut, ass spanking, ass play, finger sucking, dom! Suna, dom! sub!, sub! reader, hate sex, pet names, perversion, intrusion, mentions of oral, orgasm denial, cream pie, squirting, size kink, creaming, sex, SMUT LOL, suna is an ass hole, probs more just hate sex suna, 18+

"Why is he here tsumu."

"Calm down, we gotta do our chemistry work together."

"Your girlfriends a bitch."

"Suna what the fuck-"

And thats where chaos started, shouting, arguing, finger pointing, its without a doubt that the man standing infront of you was one of your least favourable people on the planet, however it doesn't help that he was your boyfriends bestfriend.

Confession : Chapter 1

Priest?Sukuna x Fem!Reader

A/N: I'm not catholic. Don't come for me on the specifics of confession. Or anything having to do with church tbh. This is just the beginning. I'm writing a prequel and a sequel for sure. I’m so hot for this demon. Fuck me up master.

CW/TW: sexual scenarios & strong language, four-armed true form Sukuna, noncon/dubcon (corruption), degradation, blasphemy, mindfuckery, fingering, breeding kink mentioned, size kink, some breathplay, little bit of blood, lots of fear

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The storm is getting closer.

Lightning illuminates the darkness surrounding the church. You splash through a puddle as you hurry up the stone steps, rushing through the open door. You shake out your umbrella and look around. You don't see any other patrons, but candles flicker by the altar and a dim light is on in the booth.

You've never been to this church. Truth be told, you haven't been in one since you were a child. Faith faded from your life fairly quickly once you'd grown and you never felt a need for it.

But the sleepless nights and the paranoia rotting your mind have pushed you to seek help and repentance. Thunder rolls as you stride over to the confessional. You set your soaked umbrella by the door and step inside the booth.

Seeing the priest’s shadow through the screen makes you immediately want to turn and leave. But you resist the urge and take a seat, your stomach does the turning instead.

You need to do this. As much as you've been dreading it, you don't know where else to turn.

“Good evening..” his voice startles you.

“Good evening, Father.” you take a deep breath.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”

Confession : Chapter 1

Priest?Sukuna x Fem!Reader

A/N: I'm not catholic. Don't come for me on the specifics of confession. Or anything having to do with church tbh. This is just the beginning. I'm writing a prequel and a sequel for sure. I’m so hot for this demon. Fuck me up master.

CW/TW: sexual scenarios & strong language, four-armed true form Sukuna, noncon/dubcon (corruption), degradation, blasphemy, mindfuckery, fingering, breeding kink mentioned, size kink, some breathplay, little bit of blood, lots of fear

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The storm is getting closer.

Lightning illuminates the darkness surrounding the church. You splash through a puddle as you hurry up the stone steps, rushing through the open door. You shake out your umbrella and look around. You don't see any other patrons, but candles flicker by the altar and a dim light is on in the booth.

You've never been to this church. Truth be told, you haven't been in one since you were a child. Faith faded from your life fairly quickly once you'd grown and you never felt a need for it.

But the sleepless nights and the paranoia rotting your mind have pushed you to seek help and repentance. Thunder rolls as you stride over to the confessional. You set your soaked umbrella by the door and step inside the booth.

Seeing the priest’s shadow through the screen makes you immediately want to turn and leave. But you resist the urge and take a seat, your stomach does the turning instead.

You need to do this. As much as you've been dreading it, you don't know where else to turn.

“Good evening..” his voice startles you.

“Good evening, Father.” you take a deep breath.

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”

Confession: Chapter 0

Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Here's how the nightmare begins..

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You should really go to sleep.

Your eyes are burning from staring at your phone for so long, you feel a hint of a headache beginning in your temples. The clock reads 3:15. You lock the screen and sigh in the dark. Another night of insomnia. Your eyelids sting when you shut them. You stretch out and try to assume a comfortable position in bed.

Wandering thoughts keep you occupied, refusing to let you find rest. They meander here and there and end up in a dirty place. You hum to yourself, sliding your hand between your legs. Maybe this will help knock you out.

Bloodthirsty Part 1

Ryomen Sukuna x F!Reader

This is filthy. I wrote this in the pits of hell.

Enjoy.

A/N: explicit sexual scenarios, strong language, coercion, dubcon, restraint, degradation, name-calling, teasing, blood, menstruation, oral f!recieving, Yuuji aged up, four-armed Sukuna

He can’t control himself, you smell too good

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Laying in his arms is your favorite place to be. He's solid and warm and you feel so safe with him. He makes you feel like an absolute treasure, squeezing you tightly to his chest. You nuzzle into his chest.

"I never wanna let you go." He breaths.

"You don't have to."

You're tired from a long day and sleep soon takes you both.

You are woken abruptly by Yuuji's hands exploring your body. He does this sometimes in his sleep and you're used to it. Usually, you can nudge him awake and he is quick to apologize and give you some space.

Other times, you like to take advantage of the situation if you're in the mood for a little midnight snack.

But tonight, you have an uncomfortable tightness in your abdomen. You know the feeling and you sigh in frustration. It's a guarantee that you're about to get your period.

You grumble to yourself, tossing around in the sheets trying to get comfortable. It's hopeless and the cramps are starting to intensify.

Meanwhile, Yuuji is spooned up tightly against you, continuing to grope at your hips and breasts like a horny zombie. You’re irritable and you’ve had quite enough. It's time for a pain reliever and a preemptive tampon so as not to bloody the sheets overnight.

You push at Yuuji to wake him up and get him off of you, but he isn't budging. He moans and grabs at your butt, kneading and spreading your cheeks.

Any other night, this might have gotten you going, but tonight you're just not in the mood. You grab both his hands and pry them away from your body.

In a split second, he snatches his hands out of yours and has you tightly by the wrists behind your back.

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You're frozen in shock.

Is he awake?

He never moves like that when he's asleep. It's always gentle, maybe a bit needy, but this is more than that. You begin to struggle and voice your frustration,

"Yuuji get off! Please, I have to go to the bathroom."

No answer. No release. He tightens his grip.

"Yuuji stop. That hurts. Quit messing around, this isn't funny!"

You shove your body back into him, hoping he will wake up and snap out of it.

He groans behind you.

Something's not right.

You feel his breath on your neck and goosebumps wash down your back.

"But you smell so good right now..."

Repent your sins

ꕥ Synopsis : maybe praying in an abandoned church isn’t the best way to show your love to god.

ꕥ Word count : 1.8k

ꕥ TW : EXTREME BLASPHEMY, religious themes, profanity, mentions of idols, degrading, body possession, blood kink, blood play, therianthropy, necrophilia (ig sukuna is like dead spirit or smth), pelargonium x reader, damage to the holy cross, sex in a holy place, smut, unprepped pussy, forced sex, rape, non con, slight dub con (y/n gets possessed), indoctrination, corruption kink, virginity taking, manipulation, heresy, extreme religious offence, pejorative language, Dom! Sukuna, spirits, mocking language, quite graphic, don’t read it easily offended or easily upset, paranoia, sadism, face slapping, smut, probs a lot others read at own risk. 18+

Cold wind whisked through your hair as your flat shoes began getting drenched from the feeling of the rain under you. You trying your hardest to run as hard and as fast as you could. The time was almost 3am. You had only 10 minutes to pray. You needed to repent. Quick and fast.

Reminder

ꕥ Synopsis : When Toji hears his favourite girl dares think to disobey him, him and Sukuna give her a punishment worthy of her sins.

ꕥ Word count : 1.5k

ꕥ TW : threesome, rough sex, y/n a sex worker, oral, slight gun play, dumbification (?), over stimulation, heavy degradation, dub con (?), creampie, chains, sadism, anal, double penetration, orgasm denial, spanking, sub!reader, bdsm, slapping, thigh hitting, sex toys, forced release, ignored pleas, twisted love, praise, degrading, death threatening, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, punishment, indoctrination, gun play, mouth fucking, gun oral, pussy slapping, bondage, multiple hole usage, other things too, 18+

"Please, please" Your shaky voice calls out, the chains around your wrist clinking every time you struggle against the cold basement wall.

"Im sorry sir- FUCK " You scream out, legs shaking against the vibrator strapped to your clit, sending vibrations through your whole body. Your vision blurring as you re forced to cum for the 7th time, the overstimulation making your head spin as you pant out tired begs of mercy.

"You will be sorry" Sukuna chuckles ominously as he watches cum drip down your legs onto the floor under you. He smacks your thigh hard making you throw your head back with a cry,

"NO, stop-"

A couple hours earlier...

Clean up after yourself

ꕥ Synopsis : Cleaning up after people is your specialised duty, looking after them, cooking and cleaning, serving their every need. But what happens when your master finally wants to repay you?

ꕥ Word count : 2.2k

ꕥ TW : smut, sex, praise, degrading I guess, spanking, fingering, ass play, oral, anal???, dry humping slightly, kind of misogyny, non con?, dub con, suggested orgasm denial, pet names, authority, abuse of power, favouritism, perverted thoughts, dumbification, force complying, praise, degrading, no prep, maid au, submissive y/n, dominant toji, slight sadism, mockery, non consensual touching, groping, face fucking, over watch, lingering persistence, creep toji?, swearing, filth, idk just read probs more warnings idk. 18+.

Nothing but a house maid. A floor sweeper. A dish cleaner. Hands scoring as you scrub the floor, brushing your sweat away with your sore elbows every day and night. Ignorant owners and a practical slave to those who keep you.

It's been 4 years you've been like this. Tortured and humiliated infront of everyone. Guests over? Let them use you as a foot stool. Glass smashed under your care? No eating for two days. You were a slave in broad daylight but what could you do, this was the only source of income and shelter you could get in such short notice. And it's not that bad right? Atleast your alive...

Daddy’s girl

ꕥ Synopsis : a sex site leading you to fuck your bestfriends dad? what a miracle worker.

ꕥ Word count : 3.1k

ꕥ TW : Smut, dumbification, domination, degrading, cam recording, nude photos, sending pictures, receiving pictures, fingering, choking, mutual masturbation, phone sex, AGE GAP, mentions of oral (f+m), slight manipulation, intrusion, unsolicited exposure, insecurity, vulgar language, perversion, sexualising, contemplation, dub con, fear play, breath play, s&m, SLIGHT ASPHYXIATION by choking, pornography, Dom! kuroo, v clear daddy issues, orgasm denial. 18+

'Hmm maybe more cleavage?' You think to yourself as you attempt to perfect the best tit pic. The lighting set low as you arched your back in attempt to make your breasts perkier than they already were.

The click of your camera and poke of your tongue had you contemplating on sending the next photo. Was it too risky? You may be able to make out who you were if you squinted hard enough, hair drifting down your shoulders as your completely naked form tucked underneath you on the pillowed bed.

'Forget it. I'll just send it...'

A sex site.

That's what you were doing.