dark-and-kawaii

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ ― When Gojo Satoru’s arms are wrapped around your trembling form, when he’s buried so deep you can’t tell where he begins and you end, the world narrows to this- skin against skin, breath mingling in desperate gasps. His hips rolling into you with a desperation that makes your chest ache, each thrust a silent plea to be more than the weapon they made him.

There’s something fragile in the way he holds you, like you might disappear if he lets go even the slightest. Between ragged breaths, he tries to crack jokes, "Guess I really am… hah… Gifted in every way, huh?" But his voice breaks slightly, the joke falling flat as his forehead drops to yours. Those brilliant sky blue eyes, usually hidden behind dark lenses, are completely exposed now and you can see everything he’s been trying to hide.

This is where he becomes human. Not Gojo Satoru the six eyes bearer, not the lonely god on his pedestal- just a man wishing to create something beautiful instead of destroying everything he touches. When he’s moving inside you like this, creating friction and heat and something that feels like salvation… His past, the Gojo legacy, the isolation, the burden of being untouchable… All of it falls away.

"I love you," he whispers against your neck so quietly you almost miss it… The way he say it sounds like an apology, like a promise all at once... His pace becoming more urgent, more sloppy, as if he can fuck away every moment of emptiness that came before you…

Each moan you make, each broken cry of his name, builds something new in the ruins of what his family tried to make him…

As your nails rake down his back he arches into the sting, welcoming the marks that prove this isn't another hollow dream. Inside you, he's molten, complete, every thrust a quiet rebellion against the loneliness that's been his only companion since birth.

And when he finally spills inside you, it's with the desperate hope of planting something beautiful in the ashes of his bloodline. Starting over. Starting clean…

In the quiet of night when everything is said and done, as his cum dribbles out of your well used body, Gojo Satoru holds you like you're the only thing keeping him tethered to humanity…

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The nursery glows amber in the soft light of a rubber ducky nightlight, casting gentle shadows that dance across pink walls. Gojo Satoru, folded impossibly into his newborn daughter’s crib like the world’s most devoted pretzel. All six foot three of him bent and twisted… One arm was draped protectively over the sleeping infant while the other hung awkwardly out past crib bars. His poor knees were tucked up, long legs hanging over rails at awkward angles that would make anyone else cramp.

But he doesn’t care about the discomfort, how could he when he has his precious angel snuggled up to him?

The gold band on his finger catches the duck's warm light, a simple band that represents everything he never thought he could have. His white hair falling across his forehead as he watches her tiny chest rise and fall, memorizing every detail of her peaceful face.

Down the hall, you’re fast asleep in your shared bed with his son curled against your side, small fist clutching at your nightshirt. Two heartbeats, steady and trusting.

Gojo’s white lashes flutter closed as exhaustion pulls at him, but his mind drifts to that conversation with Suguru all those years ago- that question that used to keep him awake: Are you the strongest because you’re Gojo Satoru, or are you Gojo Satoru because you’re the strongest?

For years, he’d never really known how to answer… The question felt like a riddle designed to trap him in endless circles. To remind him he’s built his entire identity around being untouchable, unbeatable, alone at the pinnacle of power…

But now, cramped in this tiny crib with his daughter's tiny heartbeat against his and the memory of your sleep smile when he’d kissed you and his small son goodnight, the answer crystallizes with perfect clarity. He now understands how to answer his old friend’s question.

He’s the strongest because he has something worth being strong for. Not because the world demands it, not because his bloodline cursed him with power- but because this little girl and his photocopy twin -his son- needs their father to come home. Because you need your husband to survive every mission, every fight, every single day…

His daughter sighs in her sleep, and he presses a kiss to her forehead, whispering against her skin, "I'll always come home to you, princess."

For so long, Gojo Satoru carried the heavy curse of loneliness, a weight that seemed unshakable especially after Geto. But now, as his gaze drifts beyond the crib bars to the photography of the family he built, his heart swells with a quiet realization… The curse of loneliness vanished the moment he found you.

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ ― The playground falls silent when Sukuna's shadow darkens the entrance.

Six foot four of raw muscle and barely contained violence, his black fitted shirt strained against broad shoulders. Scarred knuckles told stories of shattered jaws and walls alike. The tattoos that snake up his arms and across his face, ancient markings that ward away anyone foolish enough to cross him. Three prison stints. Fourteen confirmed hospitalizations of those who dared cross his path. And whispers… dark, unsettling rumors, of bodies that were never found.

But, cradled against his chest -those same hands that have crushed windpipes- holds his little girl, five years old with eyes just like his. She clutches her plastic watering can painted with daisies, her other hand firmly gripping Sukuna’s shirt like she’s taming a beast. 

"Down Papa! My flowers are thirsty!!" she demands, completely unfazed by her father whose mere presence makes grown men piss themselves…

"Tch. Such a brat, just like your mother." Sukuna growls, the same tone that makes  other parents clutch their kids a little tighter when he walks by, but the girl laughs and squeals with delight as he swings her around and sets her down.

The other parents keep their distance, their fear of Sukuna quite palpable, fueled by the whispers that cling to his name like a curse. But they watch- oh how they watch. Their eyes following him, as if expecting him to do something to prove the rumors true. Sukuna notices, a cruel smile splitting his face, revealing teeth, "What're you looking at?" he snarls at a gawking teenager, who stumbles backward in terror.

Their fear amuses him, but their opinions? Worthless.

He doesn’t care what they think, doesn’t care what they say.

He isn’t here for them anyway. He’s here for one reason, to make sure no one’s foolish enough to lay a hand on his little girl. If anyone dares, if anyone is stupid enough to try, they’ll see it firsthand. They’ll realize the stories don’t even scratch the surface. He’ll show them exactly why they should fear him- why calling him a monster is an insult to what he truly is.

"Papa! Look!" his little girl holds up a tiny daisy, "This one's for you! It's a gift, from me to you." She smiles at him, her eyes sparkling and full of love, as if he doesn’t scare the shit out of everyone else.

His face, usually frozen in a permanent scowl, softens imperceptibly, "Put it back in the ground, kid. Flowers need to grow..."

"Nooo," she pouts, "Mama gave me more seeds to plant and this one told me it wants to be with you!" She reaches up, impossibly small hand extended.

"Stubborn little-," he mutters as he crouches down, allowing her to tuck the flower behind his ear.

"See, now you're pretty just like the garden and mama!" She beams at him, her arms spread wide in a dramatic gesture of pride.

For a split second his eyes widen, surprised at the words coming out of her mouth. Pretty? Him? "I'm not pretty…" he growls, but doesn't remove the flower.

"You are to me," she says softly before wrapping her little arms around his neck, squeezing him tight and kissing him on his tatted cheek, "I love you, Papa."

Sukuna feels his heart skip a beat, then two, his throat tightening as the words leave his little brats lips. He can't bring himself to say it back- not here… He can't form the words he desperately wants to say…

Instead, his rough hands wrap around her, one hand on the back of her head, the other pressing her into his shoulder, "Yeah yeah…" His grip is gentle, almost tentative, like she might disappear if he squeezes too hard, "Me too…"

He feels her lips curl into a smile against him, and it's the only answer he needs. She understands, just like you do, the way he shows his love instead of saying it.

"C'mon," he ruffles her hair, "your mother will have my ass if I don't get us home." He takes her hand, fingers engulfing hers.

"Don't worry, Papa, the flowers will protect us!!"

As they walk home, her tiny hand disappearing in his massive one, Sukuna still wears the bloom behind his ear. A passing man stares a bit too long for Sukuna’s liking and receives a glare promising slow, creative violence if he doesn't look away immediately.

But his daughter just swings their joined hands, chattering about which seeds she'll plant next, completely unafraid of the monster whose reputation makes hardened criminals wake in cold sweats.

She is his one weakness, though he'd gut anyone who suggested it.

And he is her guardian- her hero, and she reminds him daily.

The fearsome Sukuna, brought to his knees by a little girl who talks to flowers.

[dark-and-kawaii]

We're all just floating through a beautiful, messy kinda dream.

୨୧ — ⋆˚࿔ 𝒫𝑜𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒫𝑒𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑔𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 𝐿𝓋𝐿 20 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

Beauty Alchemist ❤︎ Vibe Goddess ❤︎ Lover Of Fictional Men

❀ This garden is for grown flowers only- little buds, please bloom elsewhere (18+)

𝒩𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓂𝒾 𝒦𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜

Seven Days ❤︎ Splitting You Open ❤︎ Drunk Love ❤︎ Never Ending Love ❤︎ Stay ❤︎ Fatherhood ❤︎ The Yellow Sundress ❤︎ His Weakness ❤︎ Loving Husband ❤︎ His Masterful Tongue ❤︎

𝒢𝑜𝒿𝑜 𝒮𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓊

Don’t Go ❤︎ Cardio ❤︎ Favorite Distraction ❤︎

𝒯𝑜𝒿𝒾 𝐹𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓇𝑜

Toji Hates Condoms ❤︎ Papa Toji ❤︎ The Proposal ❤︎

𝒮𝓊𝓀𝓊𝓃𝒶

Little Lamb ❤︎ Little Lamb Prt. 2 ❤︎ Little Lamb Prt. 3 ❤︎

𝑀𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓅𝓁𝑒 (𝒥𝒥𝒦)

Their Personal Fleshlight ❤︎ A Sweet Treat ❤︎ Milkyway ❤︎ They Fuck You Like They Own You ❤︎

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ — "Cant sleep," Gojo announces at 2 AM, his white hair adorably mussed as he stands in your doorway.

"Me either," you admit, trying not to stare at how his sleep shirt clings to his lean muscles… and before you can protest, he's already pushing into your room.

"I know!" he claps his hands together, "lets build a pillow fort!" Once again, before you can question him or protest, Gojo Satoru is already stripping your bed of its blankets and pillows. His energy truly didn’t know any bounds, and it was almost infectious as he constructed walls- hung fairy lights he seemingly produced from nowhere. It was almost like he had planned for this.

Inside the soft cocoon of blankets, his usual playful side slowly melts away. The loss of his best friend Geto was weighing on him heavily tonight, it showed in how desperately he pulls you close.

"Stay with me, don’t ever think about leaving’ me…" he whispers against your lips, his kisses needy and deep for once. His hands gripping your hips in a possessive way that screams ‘I don’t want to be alone’ as he grinds slowly against you.

"I'm here, Satoru," you breathe, feeling him shudder at his given name. His fingers bite into your skin almost painfully, a way for him to anchor himself to you.

When he reaches for the condom in his pocket, he suddenly hesitates… Those sky-like eyes meeting yours for a split second before darting away, the sweetest pink hue crossing his beautiful features.

"Let’s not use protection this time," he mumbles, voice uncharacteristically uncertain... Long white lashes fluttering as he blinks, "I know, I know- it's selfish," he continues, pressing his forehead to yours, "But I keep thinking, what if..." His voice trails off…

And for the first time, the infamous Gojo Satoru looks almost fragile.

Those carefully built walls crumbling before you as he shares what’s been on his mind, "A reason to come home," he breathes, "Someone waiting... tiny feet running down my hallways instead of just ghosts and memories."

Your heart aches at how young and innocent he suddenly looks… this powerful man- the strongest sorcerer, wanting nothing more than a future filled with love rather than loss.

"Whatever happens..." he whispers against your lips, hips pressing into yours, "happens..."

"Okay~," you whisper back, pulling him closer. His whole body relaxing- melting into you at your acceptance.

One of his large hands span your stomach, already imagining it swollen with his child, "I realized the other day that I want to give you everything... want to come home to you both..."

"Everyone leaves," he murmurs brokenly between heated kisses. "Can't lose you to..."

"Never," you promise as he rocks against you, his usual confidence stripped away leaving just Satoru- young and afraid of being alone.

Your legs wrap tighter around him as he moves against you, his usual cockiness replaced by raw need and hope. For once, the strongest sorcerer isn't thinking about power or victory- his usual cockiness gone in this moment, replaced by genuine feelings of the possibility of creating something beautiful instead of destruction.

"Please," he begs, voice cracking, "Let me give you- give us this... let me have something to protect..."

In the safety of your pillow fort, surrounded by twinkling lights, you hold him close as he seeks more than just physical pleasure. He's seeking a future where love outweighs loss, where coming home means more than empty victories.

His kisses grow more desperate as you arch beneath him, both of you chasing not just release but the promise of tomorrow. Tonight, in this soft haven of blankets and fairy lights, Gojo Satoru isn't the strongest sorcerer- he's just a young man dreaming of a future filled with love instead of ghosts.

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ — "Cant sleep," Gojo announces at 2 AM, his white hair adorably mussed as he stands in your doorway.

"Me either," you admit, trying not to stare at how his sleep shirt clings to his lean muscles… and before you can protest, he's already pushing into your room.

"I know!" he claps his hands together, "lets build a pillow fort!" Once again, before you can question him or protest, Gojo Satoru is already stripping your bed of its blankets and pillows. His energy truly didn’t know any bounds, and it was almost infectious as he constructed walls- hung fairy lights he seemingly produced from nowhere. It was almost like he had planned for this.

Inside the soft cocoon of blankets, his usual playful side slowly melts away. The loss of his best friend Geto was weighing on him heavily tonight, it showed in how desperately he pulls you close.

"Stay with me, don’t ever think about leaving’ me…" he whispers against your lips, his kisses needy and deep for once. His hands gripping your hips in a possessive way that screams ‘I don’t want to be alone’ as he grinds slowly against you.

"I'm here, Satoru," you breathe, feeling him shudder at his given name. His fingers bite into your skin almost painfully, a way for him to anchor himself to you.

When he reaches for the condom in his pocket, he suddenly hesitates… Those sky-like eyes meeting yours for a split second before darting away, the sweetest pink hue crossing his beautiful features.

"Let’s not use protection this time," he mumbles, voice uncharacteristically uncertain... Long white lashes fluttering as he blinks, "I know, I know- it's selfish," he continues, pressing his forehead to yours, "But I keep thinking, what if..." His voice trails off…

And for the first time, the infamous Gojo Satoru looks almost fragile.

Those carefully built walls crumbling before you as he shares what’s been on his mind, "A reason to come home," he breathes, "Someone waiting... tiny feet running down my hallways instead of just ghosts and memories."

Your heart aches at how young and innocent he suddenly looks… this powerful man- the strongest sorcerer, wanting nothing more than a future filled with love rather than loss.

"Whatever happens..." he whispers against your lips, hips pressing into yours, "happens..."

"Okay~," you whisper back, pulling him closer. His whole body relaxing- melting into you at your acceptance.

One of his large hands span your stomach, already imagining it swollen with his child, "I realized the other day that I want to give you everything... want to come home to you both..."

"Everyone leaves," he murmurs brokenly between heated kisses. "Can't lose you to..."

"Never," you promise as he rocks against you, his usual confidence stripped away leaving just Satoru- young and afraid of being alone.

Your legs wrap tighter around him as he moves against you, his usual cockiness replaced by raw need and hope. For once, the strongest sorcerer isn't thinking about power or victory- his usual cockiness gone in this moment, replaced by genuine feelings of the possibility of creating something beautiful instead of destruction.

"Please," he begs, voice cracking, "Let me give you- give us this... let me have something to protect..."

In the safety of your pillow fort, surrounded by twinkling lights, you hold him close as he seeks more than just physical pleasure. He's seeking a future where love outweighs loss, where coming home means more than empty victories.

His kisses grow more desperate as you arch beneath him, both of you chasing not just release but the promise of tomorrow. Tonight, in this soft haven of blankets and fairy lights, Gojo Satoru isn't the strongest sorcerer- he's just a young man dreaming of a future filled with love instead of ghosts.

[dark-and-kawaii]

messy morning kitchen sex please please PLEASEEEE

I fuck with this so hard for Nanami (and Toji), say less Anon ♡ ♡ ♡

୨୧ ― Nanami’s shirt- crisp white cotton now splattered with batter clings to his chest as he leans over you, his knuckles pale where they grip the edge of the counter. Your thighs splay wide, the cold marble biting into bare skin, but his mouth is hotter, hungrier, trailing down your stomach.

“Look at you,” he growls, voice rougher than the coffee he abandoned. His thumb swipes through the syrup dripping down your nipple, slow and deliberate, before his tongue follows. A wet, filthy slurp echoes as he cleans the mess he made, amber streaks glistening on his jaw, “Should’ve known you’d taste better than breakfast.”

You squirm, bare heels digging into the small of his back, but it only makes him pin you harder to the counter. Flour dusts your hair like snow, and his free hand yanks your hip upward, fingers bruising. There’s no patience in him today- not after last night’s whispered I love you. It had taken so long for those words to slip past his lips, and he won’t waste another minute not showing you how much he means them.

He doesn’t bother undressing fully. Just slides down his grey sweatpants low enough to free his cock, thick and flushed- the prettiest bead of pearlescent arousal at its tip.

The first thrust punches a gasp from your throat. “N’ah~Nanami~”

“Kento,” he corrects, voice fraying, hips snapping forward- stretching your cunt wide and deep, “Call me Kento, sweetheart. Just like last night.”

You choke it out between breathless moans- a sweet, honeyed name, a plea for more, “Kento~♡“.

And he gives it, fucks you open so fast and rough you swear the cabinets rattle. But there are worse ways to wake up than with your legs slung over Nanami Kento’s shoulders, the head of his cock kissing your womb.

Especially when he’s continuously “accidentally” slides his syrup drenched thumb across your skin, smearing sugary mess all over your pretty nipples, your shoulders, and anywhere else he deems appropriate… his gaze never leaving yours when his head dips back down to clean you up.

He could spend the whole day like this, buried to the hilt inside you, licking you clean, feeling you pulse around him with every messy kiss and filthy thrust.

Your hands tug at his hair, his first name falling from your lips- and he swears there's nothing sweeter in this world. Not even the pancakes he promised.

୨୧ — 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒫𝑜𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝓍𝑜𝓍𝑜

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ ― The garage door slams shut with a muffled thud, sealing you both in the dark garage. The car is still warm from the drive home, engine ticking as the leather seats creak under Nanami’s weight. His tie hangs loose around his neck, silk fabric slithering between his fingers as he cages you against the backseat- his knee forcing your legs apart. 

"Seven days…," he grits out, the numbers sharp as his cursed blade… It was rare to hear him talk like that…

"Kento… please don't be mad… w-we ah~," impatient, his large hands shove your dress up your thighs, bunching the fabric around your waist, "We've been so busy with the girls lately." your hands tremble as you run them over the lapels of his jacket.

He catches your wrist and pulls your hand to his mouth. A shiver races up your spine as he kisses your palm, tongue hot and wet as it traces along your skin. His teeth are just as sharp, grazing against your skin in a warning, "I don't want excuses," Nanami growls, the low sound going straight to your cunt, "I want you."

His breath carries hints of bourbon and mint from dinner- restraint absolutely snapped, the kind that’s been simmering all week between packed lunched, overtime with Gojo, and your second grader’s nightmares about how daddy doesn’t come back home from work one day… 

Nanami refuses to waste any more time. Like he said, it’s been seven fucking days. He’s missed having you all to himself. The feeling of your velvety walls wrapped around him- strangling his cock just how he likes it. 

Without hesitation. His thumb hooks into your lace panties, tearing them sideways with a rip that makes you gasp and arch, "F-fuck, Kento-!~"

"Quiet," he growls against your neck, calloused palm smacking your clit once, twice, the crack echoing off the tinted windows, "You've been begging for this all night." The sound of his pants zipper fills the small space, his cock springing free- heavy and angry red with a bead of precum drooling at the tip. "Squirming in your seat. Smirking at me as your heel grazes my thigh."

He doesn't prep you- doesn't need to. Your pussy has been dripping since the appetizers, and he knows, the bastard, smirking as he swipes his tip against your entrance, "Look at you," he taunts, dragging his cock through your slick, coating himself, "So wet for me already. You missed my cock so much, hm?"

Fuck, yesyesyes you missed his cock, missed the stretch and burn and ache when he first plunges into you. A breathless, "Yes~♡ " falls from your lips, followed by a desperate moan as his fat cock rams into your soaked cunt without warning- filling you, stretching you out.

You do your best to choke back a scream. You know better, know to keep your voice down in case your girls and Yuji have fallen asleep- the last thing you need is to wake them. But Nanami is merciless, fucking you open, the squelch of your juices loud enough to drown out any other noise in the confined space, his hips snap up- slamming into you as he fucks you against the leather seats.

"I—fu—I've s'missed you, Kento~"

Nanami's eyes soften then, a small smile forming as his hand cradles your face. The pad of his thumb traces the outline of your lip before pushing in, his gaze darkening at the way your lips part for him so willingly.

His grip on your jaw turns bruising, the way his lips smash against yours- it's painful, but the sting is delicious, "You kept teasing me about wanting another kid," he grunts, sweat dripping off his jaw onto your heaving chest.

His wedding band catches the moonlight streaming through the garage window as he grips your throat, not hard enough to hurt- yet.

"Maybe I will put a third in you tonight. Watch you swell up again…" His voice drops, gravelly and low, "You'd look so beautiful like that, again."

You claw at the part of his chest that's exposed, the fabric wrinkled beyond salvation, and moan, "Y'already... nnf... can't handle two—hah!~"

He slams deeper- hand fisting in your hair cutting you off-  "Try me."

His Mercedes rattles as he flips you onto your knees, face mashed against the fogged window. His palm cracks against your ass, reddening the skin before he yanks your hips back, spearing you in one vicious stroke. Your tits crush against the seat, nipples rubbed raw by the upholstery as he drills into your g-spot.

Somewhere upstairs, he hears a floorboard squeak… The sound traveling easily through the thin wall that connects the garage to the house. Nanami freezes, cock twitching inside you. 

Then, unmistakable in the sudden silence, comes the patter of small feet and excited voices from within the house.

"Daddy and Mommy are home!"

"Shh! Remember what big bro Yuji said? We should be sleeping!"

Nanami’s eyes narrow, "S-shit." He rams home once more, burying his groan in the crook of your neck as he spills, hot and thick, painting your walls white as it floods your womb. His cum leaks down your trembling thighs as he collapses against you, his forehead dropping to your shoulder blade with a defeated thud while muttering, "...they're awake-"

So much for having you to himself the rest of the night…

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Nine months later, Nanami Kento is changing diapers at 3 am, dark circles under his eyes but with a tender smile that lights up the pink nursery.

"Worth it."

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୨୧ ― Nanami’s breath was warm against your temple as calloused palms cradled your face. “Sweetheart, you really are such a desperate thing, aren't you?” he murmurs as he thumbs away the tear clinging to your lashes before leaning in to kiss you softly.

When his thigh presses upward, the groan you swallow trembles in your throat, cotton panties clinging to your slick folds as his knee rocks against you in torturous circles. It's almost unbearable, the need that coils tight within your belly- the dampness between your legs… Your cheeks tinted with embarrassment when you can't control the sob that slips between your lips.

“Shh,” he soothes, catching your whimper with his mouth, lips curving into that private half smile reserved only for moments when your self control frays. His wedding band glints for a second as he brushes damp hair from your forehead, the gold cool against your feverish skin, “Look at you, trembling like a leaf. Have I let you ache too long, my love?”

You shake your head, fingers fisting the crisp linen of his collar as your hips roll and press down against his knee.

Pulling away from you, Nanami looks deep into your eyes- nothing but pure love and affection coming from his own, “tell me dear, what is it you need from me?”

Your mind spins as the words come tumbling out, voice trembling and needy, “mn’need you~ need my Kento inside m-me- n-hah~ now…“

He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, his hands gently gripping the soft flesh of your hips, “You don't want the vibrator first? That way you’re nice and prepared…? You know I don't want to hurt you when I'm stretching that pretty pussy of yours-”

You look up at him through lidded eyes, your chest heaving and cheeks flushed as you shake your head, the movement slight, your hair falling over your shoulder with the motion, “p-please... I- I want the stretch- wan’it to hurt- just please, Kento... please, please fuck me already-“ you pant lightly, “just need you- need you inside me- need you to fuck me so hard, make me scream until my voice is gone… i- I can't stand it- i- I’ve missed you so much. I- I thought I lost you…”

Nanami is silent for a moment, taking in the sight of you… His large hand coming up to stroke through your hair, “…I know.” His lips trail up your neck before teeth nip at your earlobe, “I know darling… but, I’m here now, and I've got you wrapped in my arms. You don't have to think about anything anymore… just relax, let me take care of you, okay? Just like always...”

Your back bows when he moves down to press an open mouthed kiss to your hipbone, his once neat hair falling into his eyes as his hand dips beneath your panties to drag a thick finger through your folds.

“And I promise,” Nanami removes his hand momentarily from your pussy, licking your slick from his finger before reaching for your hand to bring it to his mouth. Pressing the softest kiss to the tips of your fingers, his eyes never leaving yours, “I'm not going anywhere...”

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Thinking about Gojo Satoru using you as gym equipment ♡

୨୧ — "Need something heavier than plates," Gojo muses in the training room, those blue eyes sparkling with mischief as they land on you. Before you can protest, he's already scooped you up.

"Satoru!" you squeal as he positions himself on the exercise mat, settling you to straddle his hips while he lies back. "This is not what I meant when I said l'd help you workout," you giggle. His hands grip your thighs firmly as he starts his "workout."

"But you make such perfect resistance training," he pouts, flexing his abs as he starts thrusting his hips upward, lifting you effortlessly.

Each movement has you bouncing on his pelvis, your core clenching involuntarily... "the perfect weight-" he grins, powerful hips driving up to lift you again, "Though maybe I should add some resistance..."

His fingers slip beneath your workout shorts, finding you already slick, "Oh~?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you, "Someone's enjoying being used as gym equipment~"

You bite your lip as he starts timing his thrusts with teasing circles against your clit. "N' t-this isn't... proper exercise form..."

"No?" His hips snap up sharply, making you gasp, "Seems like excellent muscle engagement to me. Plus..." he slides two fingers inside you while maintaining his rhythmic thrusts, "my fingers are getting some bonus cardio."

Your hands brace on his chest as he continues his "workout," each upward drive of his hips pushing his fingers deeper, "Satoooru... some-someone could come in... this is hah~ a public g-gym..." you bite your lip to stifle a deep moan.

"Better hold on tight then," he groans, increasing not only his hips pace, but his fingers as well, "Got about fifty reps to go... unless you tap out first~"

You whimper as he curls his fingers, knowing full well you won't last nearly that long... and that's exactly what he's counting on.

"Besides," he smirks up at you, "this is much more fun than regular weights. They don't make such pretty noises."

"Satoru!" you moan as he hits a sensitive spot, your nails biting into him.

"That's it, baby," he encourages, his movements growing more intense. "Help me work up a sweat."

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ ― The flickering neon sign outside Toji's shitty little apartment paints his sweat-slicked back in a red glow as he slams into you, bare with no condom this time. His rough calloused hands bite into your hips hard enough to bruise, the smack of skin on skin drowning out the choked whimpers you can't stop.

"Look at you," he growls, voice gravel drenched and smug. A thick vein pulses along his cock as he drags it out slow -too slow- just to watch your pussy flutter, desperate and empty, "Clenchin’ like a fuckin’ virgin around me every goddamn time. Beggin’ me to stay." His thumb swipes through the mess dripping down your thigh, shoving two fingers past your parted lips without warning, "Taste that? All you. No rubber bullshit ruining the flavor... Or fun."

You gag around his digits, tears pricking your eyes as he rams back in with a squelch. The obscene wetness of him splitting you raw makes your toes curl. He’s right -fuck he’s right- every drag of his bare cock lights your nerves like kerosene.  

"Shoulda seen your face," he laughs, hips snapping forward to nail your cervix in a way that makes you see stars. The headboard cracks against the wall, your nails scratching red angry lines into his back. It's too good, so fucking good, but the thought of him filling you up like this- "Eyes wide, screamin’ ‘Toji, please, I’m not on the pill-!" His mimicry of your panic is vicious, mocking, "Too late now, princess, I'm gonna pump your womb full 'til it takes."

You feel him swell, thicker, hotter. Panic claws up your throat, "Wait-wait, I can’t-!" Despite your protests you can't help but pull him closer, thighs wrapped tight around his waist as he hammers home again and again, a broken mantra of, "Oh fuck oh fuck oh~-"

Toji cuts you off with a snarl, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing tight enough to make your pulse hammer under his palm, "You can."

It’s the way he says it -like a vow, like a curse- that unravels you. Your legs tremble around his waist, heels digging into the muscles rippling across his lower back, "S'too good- T-Toji~♡!!! Please don-don't stop!! D-Don't p-pull out~♡! Make me a mother~" 

He grins, all teeth, "There it is."  

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Toji Zenin hates condoms because he needs you to feel it- the primal, filthy truth of him branding your insides. The schlick of your juices mixing with his cum, the way your walls spasm when his tip kisses your cervix. He wants you dripping him for days, every step a reminder of how he utterly ruined you. No one could ever satisfy you the way he does.

But more than that?  

He hates them because latex can’t give you his kid.

His favorite girl, you- the woman he can picture with a tiny diamond on your ring, belly swollen and soft. The idea of you carrying his brat makes his cock ache and his teeth grind. He imagines you walking around, round and glowing. Your tits, heavy with milk, aching for his mouth.

"S’why you keep comin’ back, right?" he mutters later, holding your limp body close as he licks the sweat from your neck. He rubs your stomach, still flat, but not for long, "Deep down… you want me to put a baby in you."

Toji can see it now- a boy, with his jawline and his eyes. A girl, with your smile and his nose. A handful of tiny brats, all perfect.

He knows it would be a mistake. A kid deserves better than a monster, a man who can count his friends on one hand. Toji will never be anything more than a glorified hired body. But the thought is tempting.

"Imagine my brat, growin’ in that pretty belly. Havin' family dinners… Soccer games… Movie nights…"

He's not the kind of guy you can build a life with. Too rough, too wild, too dangerous. But Toji can't deny the way his heart clenches at the idea.

"Fuck, baby… That'd make me so fucking happy…"

Toji Zenin hates condoms because, maybe, just maybe… He'd like a family to actually call his own.

[dark-and-kawaii]

U never miss!

You are a sweetie, but I have terrible aim. I always miss :(

Rest in spaghetti to all those balls and wieners I've accidentally hit when throwing something.

- love Kiwi xoxo

[dark-and-kawaii]

Hi, I wanted to know if you still write for bg3?

I really love your writing, especially for Baldur's gate characters, but I noticed you haven't written anything for them in a while

I was wondering if you've lost interest in the game or just have more of an interest in other fandoms at the moment?

Either way you're writing is amazing, and I hope you have an enjoyable day :)

It's not that I lost interest or anything, I legit just can't play my game anymore so my love for writing died with it.

My game stopped working after the update where they added the mods in game... I've tried everything to get it to work and nothing.

If by some miracle my bg3 game is resurrected I'm sure my love for it would return.

Right now though I'm only interested in writing for Solo Leveling and Jjk <333 maybe haikyuu and love and deepspace.

Thank you so much for still enjoying my work *blows kiss*

- love Kiwi xoxo

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ — “K-Kento~ m-my tummy!” You whimper as Nanami’s cock destroys your guts, your poor overworked womb bloated with his seed, “I-y-you’re s’too big~! nnnnhhh~”

He only smiles at your cute noises, you were such a gorgeous mess, his gorgeous mess. The fact it was him doing this to you made him feel so proud. Never did he think he would end up in a serious relationship. Especially one with such a beautiful, sweet soul- breaking someone like you, splitting you open with his cock and trying to knock you up made it that much better.

His hands were gentle on your hips despite his punishing pace, his teeth nipping at your neck in a way that made your knees tremble, “poor thing. I should slow down, shouldn’t I?“

You moan at the sound of his voice, your body trembling beneath him at his teasing tone and the feeling of his hot breath on your neck, “N-no~! Don't stop~ Pl-please kento~ mn’need you ~”

Every snap of his hips drives his cock deeper into your sloppy depths, his cock rubbing perfectly against your gummy walls until you see stars… making your eyes roll back into your head. Each time those thick veins of his rub over the sensitive bundle of nerves within you, a wave of pleasure clouded your mind, wiping out any coherent thoughts, turning you into a babbling mess for your dear sweet Nanami. It felt like he was stirring up your insides, making a mess of your guts and marking you as his, molding your insides to the shape of his cock.

“M-my insides! Y-your c-cock~ -your cu-cum~! I can feel it sloshing in me, o-ohhh~ H’ah~!!”

You unravel like a cheap sweater- coming undone for what feels like the thousandth time, every part of you aching and exhausted… and still, Nanami continues pounding away- relentlessly fucking your delicate cunt. His cock so massive that it feels like he’ll tear the rim of your asshole. The thought of being split by his cock had you cumming again, a strangled cry forced from your throat.

The way he groans as he blows his load once more makes your toes curl, and when you sense the rush of heat that comes with his climax, you're left writhing, his cock buried so damn deep inside you that it feels like it's piercing your stomach... The shape of his cock bulging in your lower tummy the final thing you see before your vision blurs and everything fades to black...

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ — “K-Kento~ m-my tummy!” You whimper as Nanami’s cock destroys your guts, your poor overworked womb bloated with his seed, “I-y-you’re s’too big~! nnnnhhh~”

He only smiles at your cute noises, you were such a gorgeous mess, his gorgeous mess. The fact it was him doing this to you made him feel so proud. Never did he think he would end up in a serious relationship. Especially one with such a beautiful, sweet soul- breaking someone like you, splitting you open with his cock and trying to knock you up made it that much better.

His hands were gentle on your hips despite his punishing pace, his teeth nipping at your neck in a way that made your knees tremble, “poor thing. I should slow down, shouldn’t I?“

You moan at the sound of his voice, your body trembling beneath him at his teasing tone and the feeling of his hot breath on your neck, “N-no~! Don't stop~ Pl-please kento~ mn’need you ~”

Every snap of his hips drives his cock deeper into your sloppy depths, his cock rubbing perfectly against your gummy walls until you see stars… making your eyes roll back into your head. Each time those thick veins of his rub over the sensitive bundle of nerves within you, a wave of pleasure clouded your mind, wiping out any coherent thoughts, turning you into a babbling mess for your dear sweet Nanami. It felt like he was stirring up your insides, making a mess of your guts and marking you as his, molding your insides to the shape of his cock.

“M-my insides! Y-your c-cock~ -your cu-cum~! I can feel it sloshing in me, o-ohhh~ H’ah~!!”

You unravel like a cheap sweater- coming undone for what feels like the thousandth time, every part of you aching and exhausted… and still, Nanami continues pounding away- relentlessly fucking your delicate cunt. His cock so massive that it feels like he’ll tear the rim of your asshole. The thought of being split by his cock had you cumming again, a strangled cry forced from your throat.

The way he groans as he blows his load once more makes your toes curl, and when you sense the rush of heat that comes with his climax, you're left writhing, his cock buried so damn deep inside you that it feels like it's piercing your stomach... The shape of his cock bulging in your lower tummy the final thing you see before your vision blurs and everything fades to black...

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ — Nanami’s uneven footsteps shuffle against the wooden floors, his tie already slung over his shoulder, dress shirt wrinkled. He toes off his shoes with a clumsy thud, muffling a hiccup as he shrugs off his crumpled suit jacket. The bed dips as he kneels behind you, his warmth seeping through the thin sheet fabric before he stills- breath held, as if afraid to wake you.

"Mm... there you are," he slurs softly, calloused fingers brushing aside your hair so that he can press feather light kisses to the curve of your shoulder, "Missed... hic… missed your warmth." breath reeking of bourbon.

"Couldn't... hic... stop thinking 'bout you," a trail of saliva glistening as he licks up your spine, teeth scraping the nape of your neck. His hips grind sloppily into your ass, slacks straining against the swell of his cock, "Just... needed t'feel you. That okay?… 'S been... too long."

You stir slightly with a sleepy murmur, but he shushes you with a nose nuzzled into your hair, "Shh, I-let me... let me just..." A shaky exhale fans across your ear as he continues to grind gently against you, "Mmph, always feels... so good, m’ my perfect little wife."

With trembling fingers, Nanami undoes his belt with clumsy haste, the metal buckle clattering to the floor, a hiss escaping his clenched teeth as he pushes down his slacks. His bare cock nestles between the swell of your ass, hot and twitching and slick with beads of pre cum drooling from his tip.

"Please," he groans, a desperate note in his voice, "I- hic- need to-"

He gasps as his bare cock nudges against your already damp underwear, the fabric catching on the swollen head. "Hah-fuck," he curses, hands sliding down your sides to squeeze at your hips, pulling them back until they're flush with his own, "So wet- so wet for me, dear."

His hands tremble as they slide down your thighs, hooking his thumb under the elastic waistband and pulling them aside, "Can't wait, 'm sorry, I need-" He cuts himself off with a soft whine, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds.

Snapping his hips forward, your drunk loving husband buries himself inside of you with a choked moan, his hands squeezing tightly, "Shit- you're so hot and-hic-t-tight." His head hangs over your shoulder as his cock throbs inside of you, twitching and spasming at the sudden heat, his breaths stuttering.

It's slow. Aching. Each shallow thrust accompanied by broken whispers against your skin-"So good... like this. Wanna... wanna hold you." His hips stutter, alcohol making him clumsy, but his hands stay gentle, adoring as they map the expanse of your body, his lips trailing across every inch of skin he can reach. "Love you- love you s'much. Never-mmm, never letting go, I- I swear it," his voice cracks, his pace quickening, desperation bleeding into his movements.

His rhythm fractures- a stuttering, vulnerable push as he bottoms out. You could feel it in your sleep- in your dreams where your mind showed your hardworking husband fucking a child into you- the first tremor through his thighs, the choked "Nngh—!" vibrating against your shoulder blade. Then the pulse before a flood of warmth spills into your fertile womb.

"K-Kento~," you sigh, a dreamy smile spreading across your lips.

He groans out your name, half sobbing, hips grinding in tiny circles as if to coax every last drop before collapsing against you, "My... my love... right here." His wedding band glints in the moonlight, sticky with proof. "Always... always here… always ‘gonna come… home to you..."

By morning you’re curled in his embrace, his tie knotted loosely around your joined hands.

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ ― CHOSO

Choso's grip tightens, biceps flexing as he pins your spent body beneath him. The squelch of his cum oozing from your gaping hole mixes with your shaky breaths. "A-Are you alright? I didn't mean- I got carried away but you- you felt so good." he rasps, lips grazing the bite marks littering your shoulder. His cock twitches inside you, still rock-hard, shoving his seed deeper as you whimper. "You did so good for me. So good... L- let more me take care of you- get… you some water." His voice softens, a jarring contrast to the animalistic growls he'd snarled earlier while splitting you open, teeth sinking into your tits like he wanted to brand his name into your skin.

The mattress dips as he pulls out, your cunt schlucking wetly around nothing. Cold air hits your sticky thighs when he staggers to the bedside table. You hear the crinkle of your plastic water bottle from this morning, his calloused hands tilting your chin up to drink from it. But the second the bottle empties… He’s riled up again, who could blame him though? It’s the first time he’s ever fucked- first time he’s ever felt the sweet inside of your gummy walls wrapped around him…

His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise as he flips you onto your stomach, "Need to breed you deeper," is all Choso says before slamming back into your sloppy hole without warning.

Your back arches as his cock rams that spongy spot inside, the slap-slap-slap of his balls against your clit reverberating through the room. Previous loads of cum froth around his thrusting shaft, the smell of sex thick enough to taste. "Going to pump you so full you'll taste it." he grunts, hips pistoning like a machine. His thumb circles your swollen clit, rough and relentless, as his other hand yanks your hair back, "Still so hungry for more."

Hours blur. The room reeks of sweat and sex, sheets tangled around your ankles. Your pussy throbs, raw and oversensitive, but Choso's obsession doesn't waver. His release floods you again, gushing hot as his teeth clamp onto your neck, "Going to keep you full of cum until it's dripping done from every hole."

When he finally collapses atop you, his cock still twitching inside your battered cunt, the sun's bleeding through the blinds. His breath gusts hot over your ear, Not… Hnngh… done," he pants, hips stuttering weakly, "Need...more."

୨୧ ― GOJO SATORU

Those piercing blue eyes bore into yours as Gojo's grip tightens, those long fingers yanking your head forward until his cock rams past your gag reflex. A wet choke rips from your throat, spit pooling under your chin as he hums in approval. His free hand palms your cheek, smearing tears across your flushed skin while his hips roll upward, forcing another inch down your poor straining esophagus.

"You can take it all. I know you can, babygirl," You try your best to nod, but his hold pins you in place, the thick veins along his shaft throbbing against your lips. The slap of his balls against your chin echoes through his room as you finally bottom out, nose crushed in his white pubes. "Such a good girl for me," he praises, holding you there as your throat contracts around him. Your jaw burns, drool soaking the carpet beneath your knees, but doesn't let up. Instead he continues grinding deeper as your throat flutters helplessly. The slick noise of withdrawal makes you gasp, but he's already shoving back in, the tip of his cock nudging past your uvula with each thrust.

love seeing the way you choke me down, pleasing me with that tight throat~" he coos, thumb hooking under your chin to force eye contact. His irises glow like arctic fire, pupils blown wide.

Your vision blurs, nails clawing at his thighs as he uses you like his personal fleshlight, your choked gags blending with his ragged breaths. When he finally pulls out, the pop of your lips releasing him, you think you’ve finally earned a break- a pause to catch your breath…

Cold air floods your raw throat as you cough, strings of saliva dangling from his flushed cock to your swollen mouth. Satoru only tuts, dragging his slobbed up length across your face. His swollen head catches your eyelid, leaving a sticky streak of saliva and precum before he smacks it against your lips, "Clean it up. Then maybe I'll let you breathe."

[dark-and-kawaii]

"The roses that came at lunch were beautiful," you said, fingers tracing the back of his hand under the warm water.

Nanami’s lips curved into a rare smile against the back of your head, "I wanted you to know I was thinking of you between meetings. That even when I'm buried in paperwork, missions, and everything else- part of me is still with you."

It had become something of a legend among your friends- the way Nanami Kento never stopped courting you. Never taking your presence for granted. The flowers that appeared mysteriously on your pillow some mornings- the ones he’d cut from the garden before work or purchased the night before. The handwritten notes tucked into places he knew you’d rummage through throughout the day.

"Some people say romance dies after the honeymoon phase…" you said while leaning back into his chest, watching as the candlelight danced across his knuckles, "That once you've 'caught' someone, you stop trying."

Nanami’s arms tightened around you, "Those people misunderstand the nature of love..." His voice was matter of fact, as if stating an obvious truth, his free hand coming up to gently move your damp hair away from your neck, "Love isn't a trophy to be won and displayed. It's a garden that requires daily tending."

A shiver ran through you as his breath ghosted over the shell of your ear. His lips trailed down the column of your neck, pressing light, almost ticklish, kisses along the sensitive flesh. Your hand found the side of his neck and you tilted your head further to the side in an unconscious invitation.

He nipped playfully at the skin where your shoulder and neck met and then soothed the spot with his tongue, "And you just so happen to be my favorite flower... You don't need a trophy case, just a loving gardener..."

His hand drifted to the edge of the tub, reaching across you, retrieving something from the edge- a small velvet box that hadn't been there when you'd entered the bathroom.

"Which is why," he continued, opening it to reveal a delicate silver bracelet adorned with black opal, its dark surface shimmering with a kaleidoscope of firey blues, greens, reds, and even purples, "I never intend to stop reminding you why you chose me. Every day. For as long as you'll have me."