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I can't take Caleb's "Red lace" fic from my head

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I bought myself red lace panties...

What did you do to my sanity?! 🥲🥲🥲

୨୧ — Sweat gleamed on Caleb’s collarbones, dripping down his toned chest as he lay sprawled naked on your unmade bed. Your red lace panties were wrapped tight around his fist, the delicate fabric stretched taut over the thick, leaking head of his cock. He’d shoved the soaked lace against his slit, fucking himself with rough, jerky strokes, the lace rubbing against his skin. His back arched, a choked whimper escaping him as his balls drew up, tight and heavy.

“Fuckfuck- yes-“ he hissed, eyes squeezed shut, hips pistoning.

That’s when you pushed the door open.

Caleb froze mid thrust, your red lace still coiled around his pulsing cock. His head snapped up, violet eyes wide and startled as the locked onto yours. Cum was already spurting -thick, pearly ropes- across his heaving stomach and chest. One milky stripe even hit the hollow of his throat. His face burned, mouth slack with shock and shame, “Pips… it’s not- shit, it’s not what it looks like it was just-“ He stammered, voice cracking, hips still giving tiny, involuntary jerks as the last sports dribbled over your now ruined stolen red lace…

But it was exactly what it looked like.

His cock twitched, glistening and spent under red lace now plastered to him with his own mess. He was a beautiful, handsome, panting wreck- sweat damp hair stuck to his forehead, chest flushed and sticky.

You didn’t say a word.

Just stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind you. Caleb flinched, trying uselessly to cover himself with a trembling hand. You closed the distance with deliberate slowness, until you finally planted one knee firmly on the mattress between his splayed thighs, the pressure making his breath catch.

Your eyes never left his as you leaned down.

Fingers closing around the cum soaked lace still wrapped around the base of his softening cock. His little whimper was so precious, he was just so needy for you. Instead of pulling them off with soft fingers, you lowered your head, teeth grazing the fabric until you caught the edge between your teeth, right where the his cum soaked it the most. You tugged- not hard, but insistent.

His breath hitched, “Please…”

Looking up through your lashes, you saw his eyes darken, and you release the lace from your teeth just enough to speak, your voice a low, “Stealing panties like some desperate little thief.” You tugged the lace again, making him whine, “Should’ve stolen me. Pinned me down. Fucked me raw on this bed instead of just smelling my underwear.”

His cock gave a weak throb. A fresh drop of slick pre cum welled at the tip, mixing with the sheen already coating him. His blush deepened, spreading down his neck and chest, “Couldn’t…” he breathed, voice wrecked, “Didn’t think you’d… want…”

You pulled the ruined panties free with a final, wet snap from your teeth, holding the dripping lace in front of his dazed eyes. “Next time,” you tease, your free hand sliding up his inner thigh, nails digging in just enough to make him gasp, “steal something worth the risk.” You leaned in, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, “Steal me instead, and use me till you’re spent.”

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girl how would dad! Kuna be when his little girls a teen?

When Sukuna’s daughter becomes a teen everything changes, but not his protective nature- never that…

୨୧ — When his daughter brings home her first potential boyfriend at fifteen, Sukuna doesn't say a word. He simply sits across from the terrified boy at the kitchen table, his fork clinking against the plate, the sound sharp in the tense air. The entire time, he maintains unblinking eye contact while you attempt to salvage the rest of the dinner conversation with meaningless small talk.

After about twenty minutes, Sukuna finally speaks, "You touch her wrong, they won't find enough of you to bury. Got it, boy?" The boy is out the door just as you bring out the dessert, and your daughter doesn't speak to her father for three days. But when rumors start to circulate that the same boy pressured another girl into something she didn't want, his daughter quietly finds him outside sipping on his favorite whiskey.

Sitting next to him -her shoulder pressed against his-, she whispers, "How did you know?" Sukuna just shrugs, but there's understanding in the silence between them. After that, she doesn't fight his "inspections" quite so hard. He's always been her protector after all.

୨୧ — During a parent teaching conference, his daughter’s literature teacher suggests she might be "troubled"… due to her persistent interest in writing dark, violent stories… The teachers eyes flicker towards Sukuna’s tattoos and scars, suggesting it might be due to the home environment.

Wrong choice of words.

Before you can intervene, Sukuna leans forward and asks with a deadly calm, "You ever read Dostoyevsky? The fucking Bible?"

The teacher nods, shrinking back in his seat…

"All full of violence. All considered genius. My daughter’s writing isn’t the problem." His voice never rises, but the temperature in the room seems to drop a whole ten degrees as he continues. "Your small mind is."

Two weeks later, your daughter rushes home holding her regional writing trophy. Sukuna has her piece professionally framed and hung in the living room next day.

Because at the end of the day, that’s still his little girl.

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☆ ― Thinking about showing up to Colonel Caleb’s base wearing nothing but a barely there crop top and the shortest skirt imaginable -no panties, no bra- just enough fabric to technically be “dressed” while my tits practically spill out and my ass cheeks peek from under the hem. I want to watch his jaw clench as every single one of his subordinates eye fucks me, imagining what I look like naked, while he has to stand there maintaining military composure knowing damn well I’m dripping wet and doing it all just to drive him absolutely mad with possessive rage ♡

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୨୧ — Nanami’s cock thrusted violently into you, his hips slamming down unlike anything you had ever experienced. His hands, once so soft, were now rough, gripping your arms with bruising strength as though he would never let go.

His teeth were bared and clenched together- those gorgeous eyes half lidded.

An unbelievable amount of cum spilled inside your womb, filling you to the point of bursting, before gushing out of your cunt and running down his still thrusting cock… Something he had only seen in his dreams, something he thought he could never have. But fuck, you were real. Your body was underneath him, your womb accepting his seed, his love. Your voice crying out to him. You were here and caged in his arms.

“Mmn’K-Kento!! Y-you’re let-ting out s’much inside me-”

Of course he was, he had been so pent up for so long, his mind was a mess. It felt so good, the way your slick walls clamped down on him, sucking him in deeper, and the way your cervix fluttered as if kissing the head of his cock, asking for more. He just couldn’t stop cumming, his balls emptying out his thick white cream inside of you over and over, your belly feeling full.

“KENNNNTO~♡!!! I c-can feel- ah you in my tummy- I-It feels s-so good inside! S-so full-hah♡ Mmn-! F-fill me even more, wanna give you a family~!”

He couldn’t believe it, how his cock was still raring to go after dumping that much inside you. How his cock was still so needy…

Nanami pulled himself free of you, watching as your walls clung to him, desperate for him to stay inside- watching how your body shuddered, your arms above you as if he was still pinning you down, your breasts heaving as you panted.

His muscular legs kept you spread for him, giving him a good view of his cum dribbling freely from your well fucked cunt, his eyes drawn to the way your belly bulged slightly, your womb stuffed to the brim…

Giving his cock a few lazy strokes, Nanami pressed the head back against your entrance, your pussy greedily swallowing it up. He could feel how his cock was pushing his seed he had just released inside your pussy even deeper into you... It was like he found his own personal heaven between your legs.

He leaned over you, his hands gripping yours tightly as he buried his face into your shoulder, breathing heavily- taking in your scent as his hips snapped forward, his balls slapping against your sweat drenched body.

You couldn't tell where your legs and arms were, nor could you see anything besides Nanami on top of you. It felt like the world was spinning and you were lost in the haze of pleasure your sweet Nanami was giving you. The only feeling you could register was the fat cock inside you.

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୨୧ — Caleb can’t wait to see Zayne’s expression when you show up months from now for your exam.

"L- look at this mess," you gasped, glancing down to where your body joined with Caleb's. The mixture of your cream and his repeated release had created the most delicious looking white ring around the base of his cock, frothing and drooling with each thrust as you rode him mercilessly. Fuck, he felt so good- too good. You were practically drunk on him, on the way he filled you so completely, on the way he felt against your skin and the way he moaned beneath you.

Caleb's eyes followed your gaze, and the sight nearly made him cum again. "P- Pips- nghh," he groaned, watching the way your combined messes leaked down his cock and pooled beneath his ass, "m-milking me -hah- dry..."

This was his fourth orgasm of the night, and your greedy little cunt was still demanding more- begging and clamping around him every time he spilled in you like it was starved. Every time you lifted up, strings of thick cum connected you to his fat cock, only to be pushed back inside you when you slammed down again.

"I- I can't-" he groaned, but his hips bucked up, "y-you're gonna' kill me like this, Pipsqueak."

The thought that was driving him absolutely insane, the one that had his cock throbbing and continuously shooting out thick ropes of cum into you- there was no way you weren't pregnant after all this.

He'd pumped so much cum into your fertile womb that it was literally overflowing, creating that beautiful sticky white mess that coated the both of you. And damn, the thought of his seed taking root inside you, of your cute belly swelling with his child… The very idea had him spilling inside you for a fifth time, his body going stiff and his mouth falling open in a silent cry as his vision went white.

"Ah- CALEB!!!" Your eyes fluttered shut, mouth hanging open as his hot seed flooded your pussy once again tonight. The feeling had you spiraling towards another orgasm of your own, and your legs quivered from the effort it took to hold yourself up.

"Y-you'll be the perfect- mnph' m-mother..."

The image of you waddling around all pregnant with his baby, of everyone knowing it was him who fucked you so deeply and thoroughly, made his veiny cock twitch alive against your gummy walls again.

But it was the idea of Zayne seeing you like that -seeing you round and glowing with his child instead of his own- that sent Caleb's hips bucking wildly, fucking you through his orgasm and sending him into a frenzy.

"O-oh my g-god, fuckfuckfuck!!!" you babbled, eyes snapping wide at the force of Caleb's sudden movements.

“Want him to know…”

“What- s'that? W-who?”

"Z-ah- Zayne. Want him to know that you picked me.” 

Caleb couldn’t handle it- Zayne having to examine you while you were pregnant, to listen to the heartbeat of your real childhood friend's unborn child in your stomach. All of this had him fucking you harder than he ever had before- his hands reaching up to wrap around your throat.

Your eyes rolled back as his grip tightened, squeezing and cutting off your airway, the sudden lack of oxygen had your brain fogging over even more and your limbs growing numb.

"C-Caleb," you choked, "c-cumming-"

His own eyes rolled back- breath hitching at the feeling of your perfect cunt clamping around him had him painting your cervix for the sixth time. Releasing your neck, his hands found his new favorite body part on you and pressed down firmly on the spot where your belly would soon be round as he gave you a few more sluggish pumps.

He was spent. Utterly drained and exhausted. He could barely lift his head up off the bed as he panted, his chest rising and falling heavily.

"Ca-Caleb~" your purred, lifting slightly to show him how his cum immediately began to drool out around the tip of his cock.

"P- Pip- hah- Pipsqueak," he rasped, trying to catch his breath. His hands dropping down to the mattress as his eyelids fluttered despite trying to keep them open. "You're gonna' be the death of me…"

"At least- at least it'll be a good death," you teased, collapsing atop him.

Caleb's arms instinctively wrapped around your smaller frame, keeping you pressed tightly to his chest as he nuzzled into your hair with the sweetest smile.

He couldn’t wait to see Zayne’s expression when you show up months from now for your exam.

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୨୧ — Sukuna wants to make another brat with you ♡

The skillet hisses, half forgotten batter bubbling at the edges as you swipe a thumb over the smear of syrup on Sukuna’s bottom lip. His grin’s all teeth before he licks your skin, slick tongue dragging slow. "Burnin’," he rumbles, calloused palm already hiking your sleep shirt -his shirt you stole years ago- higher.

His other hand hooks under your thigh, hoisting you onto the cluttered counter- maple syrup bottle tipping, sticky rivulets crawling toward the edge as he presses himself between your legs.  

"Wh-what about our daught-" you gasp, fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders.  

"Out cold. Brat's snoring through those shitty morning cartoons." His teeth graze your earlobe, breath hot, "she’ll eat cereal. Fuck the pancakes."

You giggle at how desperate he's acting, "What's got you all worked up, hm- o-oh~"

His tongue curls under the shell of your ear as his thick fingers work their way past your silky underwear, callused fingers catching against your sensitive skin. You moan, back arching, your thighs spread wide as he dips a digit inside. He works you open, two, then three fingers stretching and curling. "You think I can make you cum before she comes runnin' out here?" He teases, the tip of his middle finger rubbing against your spongey sweet spot, his lips brushing against your cheek as he drinks in every twitch of your expression.

"M-maybe," you manage, the heel of your foot pressing against the small of his back, hips bucking up into his touch, "if you hurry." Your head falls back against the cabinets with a dull thunk, a low whine slipping from your parted lips.

The pan smokes. Sukuna doesn’t flinch though as the batters flings against him, too busy working you open with rough fingers, prepping you to take him- all of him.

He grunts, the bulge in his sweatpants aching. He wants to fuck you over and over, to pound into that soft pussy until he can't see straight- till he knows his seed's taken. You had asked him whats gotten into him, and the truth was it was that same damn dream he's been having… The one where he's standing over you at the hospital holding a newborn baby boy- a son. His son. Your son.

His mind's been stuck on it, unable to shake the feeling of wanting to meet this faceless boy he knows only from a dream. He wants to have a bigger family, with you, to give his daughter a little protective brother- he just doesn't know how to put it into words. "c’mere," he growls, voice raspy, his large hands gripping the supple flesh of your ass. Once he’s adjusted you perfectly he slips his cock free, precum already dribbling down the fat vein that runs along the underside.

He fucks like he fights- all ruthless aggression and no mercy. He doesn't ease you into it. He doesn't give you time to adjust- that's what his fingers were for. One minute his hands are braced on the counter, the next he's hauling your hips, cock grinding into you so deep it steals your breath. Hips pistoning, the slap of skin echoing louder than the sputtering skillet.

Sukuna groans- moans, and grunts, sweat gluing his already tight shirt to his abs, gaze locked on where you’re stretched around him, "Gonna ruin these pancakes every morning if you keep lookin like this," he rasps, thumb circling your clit with bruising pressure.  

You choke back a scream, thighs trembling. The syrup puddle drips off the counter now onto the linoleum… His rhythm stutters and then you feel him swell, that telltale twitch before he spills- before coming completely undone. "Inside," he growls, not a request, "Gonna make another little brat with you."

... Shit... He didn't mean to confess like that...

You nod frantically, too close to care, you heard what he said and you'll happily talk about it later, but right now the coil in your gut is snapping as you clench around him.

The noises that slip from Sukuna are gutter deep, forehead dropping to your collarbone as he pumps his release, hot and sticky, coating your inner walls, "Good girl."

You melt, slumping into his broad chest, panting. "I-is the- the pancakes-?"

He glances over his shoulder, nose wrinkling, "Batter’s fucked."

"You’re buying more mix," you mutter, wincing as he pulls out.

He tucks himself away, swiping two fingers through the white mess on the counter before brining them to your lips, "Cleanup’s parta the deal if you-"

Upstairs, a door creaks.  

Both of you freeze.  

Sukuna tsk's, helping you off the counter and onto shaky legs, "always ruining the fun…"

"Weren't you the one who just said you wanted to pump another one into me?"

"Shut it," he growls, a blush dusting his cheeks, "I'm a man, remember? we say shit we don't mean when we're balls deep."

But you knew that wasn't the case, not with him.

He loved his daughter, and he loved you, and maybe someday soon he'd get to experience loving a son…

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I love the way you write Gojo 😏

Thank you so much xoxo ♡ Enjoy this Gojo piece xoxo

୨୧ — "The cake needs decorating!" you protest through giggles as Gojo steals another fingerful of frosting, painting it across your collarbone before licking it off with a sly grin.

"I am decorating~," he argues playfully, blue eyes bright as he corners you against the counter, "Just found a much prettier dessert…" his frosted fingers trail down your inner thigh as he drops to his knees, "And it tastes so much sweeter too~"

You try to scold him, but his tongue darts out to lap up the frosting, leaving you shivering instead. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, giving him better access and making you clutch the edge of the countertop, your toes curling. He works slowly, teasingly, until he reaches your knee. By then, you're a shaking mess, whimpering softly, and when he suddenly pulls away, you're almost embarrassed by the needy sound you make.

He stands, licking his lips and smirking at the way you lean towards him, trying to pull him back into range, "I think you’re right though, sweetheart. The cake is more important."

"You’re so mean!" you complain, smack at his chest- watching as his smirk grows.

"Mean~?"

You nod, pouting slightly, "I'm gonna make sure you have blue balls forever now."

"Is that a threat?" he asks, and you shove him, only earning a laugh as he slowly sinks back down- his hands holding your legs apart before he huffs against your inner thigh, "Then again, i think i rather frost these pretty thighs instead…"

He glances up at you with a grin, "Now be a good girl and lift your leg back over my shoulder, I want to make sure I don't miss a spot."

You can't resist. You never could when it came to him.

With a shaky nod, you rest your heel on his shoulder, your leg trying to hold still as he paints intricate patterns with the frosting before slowly, achingly, lapping it off.

"So delicious," he hums against your skin, kissing your inner thigh, "but…" his long lashes flutter as he nuzzles closer, "there's a part I've been dying to taste~"

"S-satoru-"

"Shhh~" he pushes aside your panties before pressing his mouth to your slick sex, his tongue darting out to taste you and you nearly melt, "Can't wait to stuff this pretty little cake with cream~"

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୨୧ — Nanami's hand traces your jawline, "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, thumb brushing your lower lip, "I couldn't get you off my mind all day- during meetings, while tracking curses, even when Gojo was being particularly insufferable..."

You smiled against his thumb, teeth gently nipping at it as you met his gaze, tongue sweeping over his digit teasingly, "Is that so?"

A low hum rumbled from his chest as he shuddered, leaning in to press the softest kiss to your temple before resting his forehead against yours, "It is."

You loved seeing this side of Nanami- the one who shed his professional armor with his suit jacket, who looked at you with an unguarded, affectionate expression. The man that made love to you as though you were his religion. Because here in your shared home, away from Jujutsu High's demands, Nanami Kento was simply a man in love.

When he finally settled between your thighs, his movements were slow. Always so slow. So tender. So gentle...

"Kento, please- ah," you gasped, threading fingers through his perfectly styled hair.

But as wonderful as his gentle attention was, you needed more.

"K-Kento," your voice took on a different tone, one that made him pause, "I want you to be different tonight."

He pulled back slightly, studying your face, brow furrowing, "Different how?"

"I-…" You hesitated, suddenly feeling embarrassed for asking such a thing, but then… all fucks were gone as you pictured him being anything but tender and loving towards you. "I want you to be mean to me," there it was, the words tumbling out before you could think of how to properly ask. "Stop treating me like i'm going to break... I want you to be rough, to take what you want from me, and- and to use me like i'm-..." You blush looking away momentarily before locking eyes with him again, "like i'm your personal whore..."

The change in his expression was subtle but unmistakable- a tightening around his eyes, jaw clenching, "No." The word was sharp, final, "I won't hurt you."

You sigh sweetly, "my sweet, gentle, Kento… always so concerned- so loving and caring." Your gaze softened, a hand moving to cup his chin, "you could never hurt me."

A muscle jumped in his jaw, "I don't think I could trust myself." His voice was hoarse, the words seeming to cost him dearly, "I- ... I need you too much. It wouldn't be safe for you."

You felt his cock throb within you at his admission...

"You want to use me, Kento. To really fuck me however you please, I can feel it," you purred, clenching your walls around his cock, causing his hips to buck and his breath to hitch, "I'd even let you cum inside me tonight~," you whispered.

His breath rushed out of him, eyes fluttering shut as his hips rocked against yours, hands fisting in the sheets, "Don't. Say. That."

"Why not? I want you to use me. Want you to be selfish for once, and to take what you need without asking permission."

He gave a pained moan, shaking his head, "You don't understand. I won't be a good man."

You leaned up to press your lips to his ear, "I don't want the good man tonight, I want the bad one. The one who fucks my pussy like he's trying to brand me."

A ragged groan escaped his throat, and he pulled back enough to meet your lovely eyes.

His eyes were darker than you'd ever seen, large hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks, "You want me to stop pretending to be a gentleman? Fine." He flipped you onto your stomach with ease, hand tangling in your hair to pull your head back, "But you're going to take everything I give you, understand?"

Your breath hitched at the sudden roughness, a whimper falling from your lips, unable to answer as his grip tightened, enjoying the feel of your body fully punned under all his weight.

His other hand came down on your ass with a sharp crack, "I asked you a question. When I speak, you answer. Understood?"

"Yesssss!!!!"

"Yes, what?" Another slap, harder.

"Y-yes sir- hah!"

"Good girl." his voice was pure sin now, all traces of your gentle Kento completely obliterated. Good. "Now spread those legs wider for me- I want to see how my cock stretches you out."

Your pussy fluttered and clenched at his words, a fresh wave of arousal making your slick drip between your thighs and against his cock.

Without warning, he pulled out till it was just the tip and slammed back into you with a force that nearly cracked the bed frame. Your body jolted forward, eyes rolling back into your head. Your pussy lips stretched obscenely around his thick girth, clit pulsing, begging for friction.

"F'ck- y-you're so deep, I-… oh god!"

He repeated the action, fucking you into the mattress as his balls slapped against your swollen clit.

"Swallowing my cock like such a filthy slut," he snarled, hips bucking wildly, "You should be ashamed of yourself, acting like you have any right to have me cum inside you- like you can handle the mess I'm going to make." Nanami pulled back to watch how his cock stretched and molded your cunt to its shape- watching as his cock emerged completely coated in your creamy arousal before plunging back in, "So tight, like you're trying to milk me dry."

His words made you feel dizzy, so dizzy that you couldn't even respond, his thrusts leaving you a babbling, moaning mess.

And his pace, god his pace was absolutely merciless, each thrust so powerful it felt like he was rearranging your insides, churning your guts. The thick head of his cock battered against your cervix, the impact causing your entire body to tremble- goosebumps erupting over your skin, nipples so hard they ached, a tightness gathering in your belly as he tried to force his way into your womb.

You sobbed, "Ple-ase! Nghhh- fuck! Please- S'too-"

"Too much? Too deep?"

"Y-eah! Hah! Y-es-"

"Too bad," he growled, hand reaching around to cover your mouth, "youre taking it all. Because this is what you wanted, isn't it? To have me fuck you like a whore. To take my cum without a condom."

"Mm-hm-m," you whined against his palm.

"I thought so," his breathing was erratic, sweat dripping down his forehead as he kept up the unforgiving pace, "Now shut up and take it."

You screamed against his palm, pussy gushing more and more with each thrust. Your poor abused hole was making the most pornographic sounds as he destroyed it, the pressure so intense you could feel him bulging your stomach slightly.

"Listen to those slutty sounds your pussy is making," he panted.

Your juices were literally pouring out of you, the sheets utterly drenched. The mixture of your cream and his pre cum was frothing where you bodies met, creating the most beautiful white ring around the base of his cock.

"Gonna- gonna mn'break my p-pussy," you slurred against his fingers that were now hooked in your mouth, drool pooling down your chin, dribbling down his wrist.

The coil in your belly was winding impossibly tight, your pussy starting to flutter and spasm around him as you approached your peak. "F'wease, needa c-cum!" tears of pleasure leaked from the corners of your eyes, your vision blurry and unfocused.

"Beg me properly. Tell me what you are." he removed his fingers from your mouth, allowing you to speak more clearly.

"Mmm' yer whore- ahhh!!- please! M'yer filthy cum dump- fuuuckk!! Need- n-eed ta cum," your words almost unintelligible.

Nanami gave a chuckle, and for a moment his thrusts slowed, his large hand wrapping around your middle, fingers spreading across the slight bulge of your tummy, as if trying to imagine how his cum would look there, how your body could potentially grow and change with his child growing inside you.

You knew what he was doing, that gentle side of him poking out, but the thought of him cumming inside you mixed with everything else It made your orgasm explode through you like a bomb, your pussy clamping down on him like a damn vice.

Your release was so intense that you actually squirted, clear fluid shooting out around him...

The moment he felt you cumming without permission, he flipped you onto your back, "Did i say you could cum?" his voice dangerously low...

Before you could even process what was happening, his hand came down across your cheek with a sharp crack- but in the heat of the moment, drunk on your cunt, he completely misjudged his strength... The force of the blow sent your head snapping to the side before everything went black...

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When consciousness slowly returned, all you could hear was Kento's panicked voice calling your name, his gentle hands frantically checking your face. The dominant persona completely gone, leaving only the man who would die before truly hurting you.

"Please wake up, please," he was begging- actually begging, his voice breaking, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you that hard... I-..."

Your eyes fluttered open to find his handsome face hovering above you, a single tear cascading down his cheek as he cradled your head.

"There you are," he whispered brokenly, thumb gently stroking your cheek where his handprint was already darkening, "I lost control… I should never have… I could have seriously hurt you."

The guilt in his eyes was overwhelming, and all you could do was reach up and gently wipe the tear from his face, "Look, see." you smiled at him, "I'm fine. I knew what I was getting into," you gave a shaky laugh, "Besides, I kinda liked it." your legs hooked behind his hips, keeping him close, "But if you think I'm letting you off the hook, you're dead wrong,"

"No… I need to get an ice pack for your-"

You pulled him down into a heated kiss, and the way he returned it told you all you needed to know- he was still very much turned on despite what had just happened.

"You didn't cum inside me yet," you breathed against his lips, "Now, finish what you started. Otherwise that smack was all for nothing~"

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୨୧ — Caleb shouldn’t be doing this, rifling through your laundry like some sort of pervert, but his fingers are already closing around the delicate lace- your favorite pair, the ones that drive him absolutely fucking insane when he catches glimpses of them beneath your dresses.

This is wrong, his rational mind whispers, but it’s drowned out by the blood rushing south as he brings the fabric to his face. Your scent hits him like a physical blow, a soft mix of vanilla and honeysuckle and the faint musk of arousal makes his cock swell fully- straining against the front of his jeans... throbbing with need to sink into the soft warmth of your cunt. The fabric is so fine, he can almost imagine it brushing over the head of his cock, sliding along his length as he fucks you with them on...

“Pipsqueak,” he breathes, settling on his bed as his free hand works at his belt, “what are you doing to me...” his hand wraps around his length, thumb swiping over the bead of precum already gathering at the tip. 

He should stop... should throw the panties back in the laundry hamper, go take a cold shower, and wait for you to come back from your day out with your friend... But then his mind conjures up the image of you, flushed and panting and so, so fucking perfect- bound to this very bed, legs spread out beneath him wearing nothing but these same red panties. How your back would arch when he’d finally taste you, how you’d moan his name as his tongue worked you to the edge again and again- soaking his face just the way he’d like it…

His strokes quicken, the fantasy bleeding into a memory of last night in the kitchen when you’d bent over the counter, the curve of your ass taunting him. It had taken every ounce of his control not to press himself against you, not to tangle his fingers in your hair and show you exactly what you do to him.

The lace presses against his cheek as his eyes flutter shut, tongue darting out to taste where you’d been dampest. The flavor makes him groan, hips bucking into his fist. He could make you feel so good, could make you forget anyone else but him, if only you knew... 

Would you have let him? Would you have gasped his name as he took you right there against the counter, raw and rough? Marking you from your neck to your hips, branding his love into your skin, his teeth sinking into your shoulder- the sharp pain pushing you over the edge, your tight little pussy spasming around his cock and bringing him with you?

His breathing quickens, hand a blur along his length. So close... so close… so- 

“Caleb! I’m back!”

Your voice, sweet and bright with genuine happiness at being back where he was- back with him- is all it takes to bring him hurtling over the edge. With a strangled moan- your panties clutched tightly to his face as he bites back a strangled cry of your name, he shoots hot, thick ribbons of cum over his fingers and... shit. He forgot to take off his shirt. 

“B- Be right down, Pips…” His voice cracks despite his efforts to sound normal, muscles going tense, then lax as his head lolls back.

“Caleb, are you okay?!” you sounded genuinely concerned as you called up to him, and that made his chest ache, “Do you need help?”

“No- hah, one sec- gotta find a new shirt, spilled milk on mine.” 

He stuffs your panties into his pocket, panting as he stares up at the ceiling completely spent. What the fuck was he doing? He really needed to get his shit together- he couldn't keep going on like this... There had to be a way to fix this... a way to show you how much he loved you...

Your body was made for him- no, not just your body but you- your soul, every part of you... he was meant to hold you, protect you, please you. And he wanted to, more than anything. And he knows you know it too. He can see it in the way you look at him, the way your thighs clench together whenever he gives you that smirk- the one he knows makes these same panties damp.

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Hours later, you're getting ready for bed when you pause, brow furrowed in confusion.

“That's weird...” you murmur, rifling through every inch of your room again. Your favorite pair of underwear -the lacy red ones- are nowhere to be found. 

You could have sworn you'd put them in the laundry…

“Heyyy Caleb…”

Your voice drifts from the bedroom, and he freezes mid chop, the knife hovering over the apple slices he’s preparing. Two plates sit ready on the counter because of course you’ll want whatever he’s making- he knows your patterns better than you do.

When you appear in the kitchen doorway, hair slightly messy from changing into his shirt you stole years ago -the one that now barely covers your ass- he nearly drops the knife. He can already see the outline of your nipples against the fabric, hardening beneath his gaze. He doesn’t even bother trying to hide the way his eyes rake over your body, taking in every curve, every detail. Your lips curl into a sly smile as you saunter towards him, fingers teasing along the hem of his shirt.

“What’s up, Pipsqueak?”

The nickname rolls off his tongue easily, masking the way your panties seem to burn through his pocket like a brand against his thigh.

“Uhm, well this might be a weird question, but have you seen a pair of red lace panties? I can’t find them.”

Red lace. His fingers tighten around the knife handle, but his expression remains perfectly innocent, those purple eyes wide with manufactured confusion, “Nope, can’t say that I have.” He sets the knife down, tilting his head with that boyish charm that’s gotten him out of trouble since childhood, “Why? Are you missing them?” 

Without even thinking, his hand reaches out to ruffle your hair, “You’ve always been so forgetful ever since we were little. I’m sure they’ll pop up somewhere.”

Caleb watches your shoulders slump slightly in defeat, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. His fingers twitch with the need to reach out and trace it, tug it between his teeth… “And if they don’t.” he bends slightly so that he could be eye level with you, close enough that he can smell that beachy body wash you use. “I’ll buy you a new pair. Or you can take my card and get them yourself.” 

The blush that spreads across your cheek is absolutely precious.

“Welll…” You clasp your hands behind your back, biting your lower lip in that unconscious gesture that makes his cock twitch, “I’d actually love to see what you’d pick out for me.”

There it is. 

The opening he’s been waiting for.

“Would you now?” his voice drops, “Careful what you wish for. I might have very specific tastes. Just promise me you won't judge my choices too harshly," he adds with a laugh that sounds almost normal.

You blink owlishly up at him, and for a moment his heart stops- had he pushed it too far? Should he play it off as a joke? But then the sweetest, cutest smile graces your face, “Hmm, maybe I should get you to help me find those missing ones first then. See if they're any of your 'tastes', you know… That way i don’t judge you too harshly when you buy me a new pair~"

This time his fingers do brush against your lower lip, “If that's what you'd like us to do the remainder of the night, then how could I say no.” He chuckles, “Let's finish these snacks and then we'll go have a look. Maybe some of our clothes got mixed up while washing them?”

You nod, leaning into his touch, and his heart swells. Maybe tonight would be the night that he could show you just how good things could be if you were his…

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ — As you're reaching for Nanami's favorite coffee mug -the one you bought him as a joke that says "worlds hottest daddy"- you find yourself struggling with your new center of gravity…

At six months pregnant, your balance had shifted quite dramatically, your rounded belly making even the simple tasks challenging.

Standing on your tippy toes, you stretch as far as you can, Nanami's oversized shirt riding up perfectly to tease the swell of your stomach.

Your fingers wiggle around just barely grazing the handle... "Almost... got it." you mutter to yourself, straining just a little further.

That's when Nanami walks in.

He pauses in the doorway, his tired eyes instantly softening at the sight before him. Your hair tousled from sleep, legs bare, his shirt riding up exposing the curve of your belly where his daughter was growing. His lips curl up into a smile at the way your ass is sticking out and how hard you're trying to reach the cup, ignoring the doctors and his orders, but still…

"Don't move," he says, his voice soft and gentle, yet still authoritative. Your freeze, turning your head to find him pulling out his phone, a look of absolute adoration on his face, "just... stay exactly like that,"

"What are you doing?" You giggle, but you remain as he requested, watching as he snaps a photo, then another, and another.

"Preserving this moment," he says simply, crossing the kitchen toward you. Turning his phone, he shows you the screen, and... damn... you had no idea he was this good at taking photos. The picture shows your entire profile, your pregnant belly, the smile on your lips as you look over your shoulder at him, and how the morning sun gives the top of your head a makeshift halo. You look, good... radiant, even.

"You're beautiful, and this is how I see you every single day," Nanami whispers, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as he tucks his phone back in his pocket. 

Before you can respond, he steps behind you, one strong arm wrapping carefully around your waist, just beneath your pregnant belly. With surprising gentleness for such a powerful man, he lifts you slightly and places you at his side away from the counter.

"Kento!!" You squeal, giggling as he holds you to him, positioning himself in front of the shelf.

"Let me," he says with a smile, easily reaching up to grab the mug.

"I could've gotten it," you protest weakly, though you and him both knew you loved his attentiveness.

"I know you could," he agrees, giving you a squeeze so soft you almost missed it, "but why should you when I'm here? Taking care of you both is my favorite job."

You practically melt into him, "I ask myself everyday how I got so lucky... maybe we should send the bar we met at flowers and a thank you card."

He chuckles, "Perhaps we should... But I think I should get some lower shelves installed first. I don't want you struggling while I'm not here."

"I'm pregnant, Kento. Not an old granny."

"No, you're definitely not," how could he disagree when you were in fact much younger than he was... "Humor me though, please" He murmurs, pressing the sweetest kiss to your cheek.

"Fiiiine," you sigh dramatically, though you're fighting back a smile, "I suppose I can let my big strong husband take care of me..."

"That's my good girl," Nanami murmurs, his voice ever so gentle against your ear as he sets the mug down on the counter.

Without warning, his large hand slide down to rest on your thighs, and before you can even process what's happening, one strong arm slides beneath you, supporting you under your bottom and thighs.

"Hold onto me," he instructs softly, and you barely have time to wrap your arms around his neck before he's lifting you effortlessly off your feet in one smooth motion.

"Keeennnto!" you whine playfully, your face flushing at how easily he carries you despite the pregnancy.

"I've got you, my love." he says simply, a sweet kiss to your temple as he carries you the few steps to the kitchen table, "I've always got you."

He sets you down gently on the edge of the table, his hands lingering on your waist as he positions himself between your legs. This close, you can see the way his eyes have gone soft with pure adoration, the way they keep drifting down to your rounded belly.

"You're going to spoil me rotten," you whisper, your hands coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the wonderful beat of his heart beneath your palms, a feeling you’ll never grow tire of.

"Good," he replies without hesitation, one hand coming up to cup your cheek while the other spreads across your belly, "That's exactly what I intend to do. For the rest of our lives. Now-" he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, "let me make you breakfast while you sit there and look beautiful."

Prt 1

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ — Sylus' arms are your castle.

Walls built from warmth and utter devotion, ramparts of strength that nothing in this world could breach. When he draws you close, settling back against his leather couch cushions with you curled against his side, you feel the drawbridge lowering, welcoming you into the safest place you've ever known.

"Come here," he says softly, adjusting his position so that you can nestle more comfortably against him. His arm becomes your pillow, his bicep firm beneath your cheek, while his other hand finds yours, fingers interlacing slowly like puzzle pieces finding their perfect match.

The castle walls rise around you- his chest, stead like ancient stone; arms, protective barriers that have never failed you. Within this fortress, the outside world with all its sharp edges and harsh truths is nothing but a distant memory, and you can let yourself relax completely, sinking down into the bliss of being completely and utterly safe… Because here in your castle made of bone and flesh, nothing could breach these walls.

His heartbeat is the most soothing sound in the world, beating steadily, strong, and true- and as long as it's there, you can let the rest of your troubles melt away.

Here, wrapped in Sylus' embrace, you're nobility in the most precious kingdom of two.

Your eyelids grow heavy as his thumb traces gentle circles over your knuckles. He's humming something low and melodic, a tune you recognize as one of your favorite songs, and when you turn to look up at him, a small smile is gracing his lips.

"Comfortable, sweetie?" he asks.

You nod sleepily, nuzzling closer into his side.

He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "Sleep," he whispers, "I'll keep watch, like always."

And you believe him completely. Sylus has never been one for empty promises. When he speaks, it's a vow, and he keeps his word as much as the earth keeps turning, the moon keeps rising.

So when he says he'll keep watch, you know that even in sleep, you'll remain safely guarded within the walls of his love.

As your breathing slows, the hand holding yours never loosens its gentle grip, even as his own consciousness slips away.

In this castle of his making, there are no nightmares, no fear. There is only a peaceful slumber, and the quiet promise that the sun will rise on another day.

Here, in this castle… you are his princess- his one and only, and he, your dragon who'd burn the world down than let it harm his most beloved treasure...

And you know you'll wake in the morning feeling more rested than you have in weeks.

[dark-and-kawaii]

“Once they’re used to caring for each other, they’ll never be apart”

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ — One year in, and Gojo Satoru is still a beautiful disaster between your thighs.

His blindfold dangles around his neck, snow white hair disheveled from your fingers tugging at the silky strands. That perfect mouth -the one that usually spouts the most ridiculous shit- is currently dedicated to making you lose your goddamn mind.

"Gojo's five star dining experience coming right up~!" The vibrations of his laughter make you buck against his face as he spreads your folds wider with his thumbs, diving in with his tongue like a man utterly starved. His nose grinds against your swollen clit white his tongue curls and twists inside you, hitting spots that make your vision blur white.

You'd roll your eyes at the dumb comment, but it's hard to be pissed when his mouth is making your brain short circuit.

"Satoru, plllleeease-" Your plea dissolves into a broken moan as his tongue curls deeper, hitting spots that shouldn't be hit by a tongue.

"Awh, please what?" He pulls back with that infuriating smirk, lips glistening obscenely. Then he gives you one long, firm lick, his tongue hot and slick against your sopping pussy... You gasp when the tip circles your clit with agonizingly light pressure, a soft mewl escaping you as his mouth sucks and teases your nub. "Use your words, baby. I'm the strongest, not a mind reader."

Before you can form a coherent response, he's sealing his mouth over your clit, sucking hard while two ridiculously long fingers slide inside you. The combination makes you arch violently off the bed, his other hand pinning your hips down as he devours you like he was born for this- for solely you.

"Mmph- you're doing that thing again," he mumbles, not even bothering to look up, the rumbling of his voice causing your walls to flutter around his fingers- your toes curling and legs clamping around his head.

"Th-Thing?! What thin- ahh- fuck! S'toru-!!!" you yelp as his fingers flex, rubbing against that bundle of nerves deep inside.

"That thing where you make my brain go stupid. The shaky thing." His voice is muffled, "Love that."

The praise is sweet and dirty all at once- typical Satoru… part boyfriend, part sexual deviant, wholly devoted to making you fall apart on his tongue.

When you start grinding against his face, desperate for more friction, he actually moans like you're the one giving him head. "Easy there princess. At this rate you're gonna drown me," he teases, tongue flicking rapidly at your clit while his fingers pump in and out- curling and twisting against those pretty, slick, inner walls. "Though what a way to go, right? Death by pussy. They'd have to put that on my headstone."

The joke makes you laugh even as you're falling apart, and that's just so perfectly him- making you smile while he's between your legs.

When you finally collapse, boneless and shaking, Satoru presses one last kiss to your clit before pulling away. You expect him to crawl up your body with that cocky grin, ready to claim his reward...

Instead, he stays where he is.

Slowly, carefully, you feel him start to kiss your hip bone- then lower. His tongue glides wetly over the juncture of your thigh before he shifts his long body to curl around your left leg like a koala. His cheek finds the soft skin of your inner thigh, and he nuzzles closer with a dreamy smile, his face fully flushed.

"Wanna stay like this for a bit. You're comfy," he whispers ever so softly. His arms wrap around your leg, holding you in place as his fingers gently trace soothing patterns on your shin.

"Plus, i'm gonna need a minute," he adds with a soft laugh... "It's not every day a guy's girl comes like that- all over his tongue. I think I died a little. Good death, though. Might have to be buried right here. Just me and the world's best thighs." Humming contentedly, Satoru's lashes finally flutter close.

Still a little drunk from the multiple orgasms, it takes a few blinks to realize he's not fucking with you.

He'd totally be okay with dying like this.

You shift under his weight, but he clings like an oversized toddler- his face pressing deeper against the plushness of your thigh.

"…You're ridiculous," you mumble tenderly, fingers finding their way back to his hair, stroking gently as you look down at him... This impossibly powerful man who could destroy cities, now curled up against you like he's found his forever home...

"And you love me," he whispers sleepily.

And he’s absolutely right, you do.

He's a beautiful disaster and a total pain in the ass.

But he's your pain in the ass, and you wouldn't change him for the world.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Riding Sylus bareback for the first time ~ ♡

Sylus' penthouse overlooked the city like a predator's perch, floor to ceiling windows reflecting neon constellations. You straddled his lap in the leather chair, his tailored shirt half unbuttoned to reveal hard muscle. His smirk never wavered, even as your damp heat ground against the hard bulge in his slacks.

"Eager tonight, are we?" Sylus purred, fingers digging into your hip bones, "And bareback?" his smirk was razor sharp as he palmed your ass, squeezing hard enough to leave a possessive bruise, "How... cute."

You whimpered, sinking lower until his cockhead nudged your slick folds, "Wanna feel you- all of you-ah~"

He tutted, draggin a cold ring adorned finger down your stomach, "So needy. Should I be flattered?" His hips rolled up, grinding his length against your clit, "Or disappointed you think you can handle me raw?"

"Nnh~ P-please, Sylus-"

"Please what?" He gripped your hips, digging his nails in as he thrust up shallowly, this tip of his swollen cock kissing your entrance, "Use those pretty lips of yours, kitten... Or I get up and leav-"

"Want you to- hah~ Please S-Sylus, need you inside me.." You begged, trying to grind down-to impale yourself on that pretty cock of his- only for his grip to tighten on your hips and hold you off his lap, "Need you- need you to fuck me properly."

Sylus chuckled, leaning forward and dragging his tongue along your collar bone, "Oh, I'll do more than just that. But first, why don't you ask me for it... Nicely?" He grinned, eyes flashing in the low light of the office.

You groaned, head rolling back. Fuck, he always knew just how to play with you. How to make your cunt ache with need and your mouth spill the most desperate whines.

"I..." you whimpered, pressing kisses to his jaw, "I want to feel you cum inside me..." your tongue dragged along his skin, savoring the taste that was uniquely him, "Wanna have you fill me up so much I can taste it~" You bite your lip, gazing at him through heavy lashes, "Wanna- wanna carry a part of you with me... To show people I really belong to you~"

Sylus laughed, dark and velvety as he slammed you down fully. The squelch of your pussy taking his bare cock was almost as loud as your cries, head thrown back as your lover's thick, perfect length stretched you open. "Carry a part of me?" He wrapped a hand around your throat, not squeezing- but owning, "You want a child?"

"Y-yes!" You cried out, hands fisting in his shirt as your cunt convulsed around his cock, "I want a child!!!"

Sylus chuckled again, licking his lips and watching you come undone from one simple word. "Darling, you can barely take my cock." His thrusts turned brutal, pounding up into you. The slap of your ass against his thighs, the wet squelch of his pre-cum lubed cock kissing the deepest parts of you, nudging against the mouth of your womb, "What makes you think you could handle a child? My child?"

You sobbed, nails scraping his shoulders as he hammered your cervix. His grip on your throat tightened, not enough to stop you from breathing, but just enough to make you squeeze impossibly tight around him.

"Mmnh- hah~ F-fuck! Sylus- nngh!! I-I know I can!" You babbled out, rolling against his hips, "I-I know I can- hah! Please~ Pleasepleaseplease Sylus, I can handle it~"

Sylus' jaw tightened, a growl rising from his chest as he leaned forward, "Prove it then," and caught your bottom lip between his teeth.

His penthouse- specifically his office now lay in ruined silence-bourbon spilled like amber blood across his floor, papers scattered... His cock still throbbed inside your spent cunt, milky rivulets of his release dripping down onto his now ruined slacks.

"Still think you can handle me, sweetie?" he rasped, voice rough as his thumb traced your lower belly, "You can barely stay awake."

Your body tingled, his cum warm inside you. But that was the thing- even though your mind was foggy and your muscles felt like gelatin, you could feel every inch of him- feel the way he tenderly stroked your stomach.

You hummed, weak fingers clutching his unbutton shirt as you laid your head on his shoulder, "I can handle you... and a mini version-" your lashes fluttered, exhaustion finally catching up with you, "mini version of you..." your breath evened out, the rise and fall of your chest slowing as sleep overtook you.

His pinky brushed your cheek, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, "If you're sure, my darling..." his gaze lingered on your peaceful face before falling on your stomach, "Whatever it is you wish, I will make it so..." he murmured, his hand splayed against your abdomen, "even if it's to give you the child you crave..."

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ — You were in the back of your flower shop arranging an elaborate wedding order when you heard it- a high pitched wail that made the fine hairs on your neck stand up. Your daughter's cry of distress was distinctive, even from a distance.

You dropped the roses you were trimming and moved towards the sound, only to collide with Sukuna who had materialized from nowhere, seemingly conjured by his daughter's cry. His entire body was tense, eyes scanning for threats, hands already forming into fists as he looks for his little girl.

"What. Happened." he demanded, voice dangerously low.

Before you could answer, your daughter came running around the corner, face streaked with fresh tears, breath coming in hiccupping sobs. The moment she spotted her father, she launched herself at him with the bling trust of a child who had never known anything but absolute protection.

Sukuna caught her easily, large hands lifting her as if she weighed nothing. His eyes continued to look around over her head, seeking for whatever had caused his daughter's distress.

"Tell me," he asked, the gentleness he forced into his voice at odds with the murderous look in his eyes, "what-" you saw how the muscles of his arms tightened, bracing himself for violence, "or who, made you cry."

She buried her face against his neck, her small body trembling, "Th-the c-clown," she managed between gut wrenching sobs. "Daddy... p-please make him g-go away!" her tiny fingers dug into his shirt, tears and snot smearing across his collar as she pressed herself impossibly closer, "He's sc-scary!"

Your shoulders sagged slightly with relief as you heard why your baby was crying. It wasn't a real threat... Which was good. The city festival had started yesterday, and performers of all kinds were wandering the streets, entertaining those who were out and about enjoying their day.

That relief died the moment you saw Sukuna's expression flicker through a range of emotions before settling on one you knew all too well: rage. 

"Where." The single word carried the weight of an execution order...

"O-outside," she hiccupped again, pointing with a shaky finger towards where the clown was making balloon animals, "D-daddy he made a b-alloon and it exploded in m-my face!" her voice hitched on another sob. Watery eyes locking onto his which were now glowing a brilliant crimson as he held her protectively against his chest- watching this painted fuck of a man who was now grinning broadly at the new wave of children. "H-he laughed at me crying..."

You stepped closer, hand settling on his arm trying to draw his attention to you- it was a lost cause… this you knew. The only thing he cared about in this moment was his daughter and the man who'd dare to upset his flesh and blood...

"Don't." He said sharply.

"Sukuna, it's just a street performer. From the festival. She's not actually hur-"

The look he turned on you was arctic, the force of it freezing the words in your throat, "He. Made. Our. Daughter. Fucking. Cry." Each word was enunciated perfectly, a low snarl of fury, "And no one, makes my girls cry."

This wasn't the man who helped with bedtime stories. Nor the man who picked you up with one arm when your legs ached and held you tenderly against him… This was the man who had ripped out hearts, who'd torn men apart with his bare hands- a man who had no qualms about spilling blood in his wake. A ruthless, vicious tyrant who did not tolerate threats when it came to his family, even if it was just a street performer.

Your eyes flickered to your baby girl, her wails- her tiny voice cracking each time she tried to speak… You decided that if the man had scared her that badly, then he had it coming… Right?

"Go," your voice was gentle, "Do what you do best-" you leaned up, placing a gentle kiss to his jaw, "and keep us safe."

The smile that graced his lips was dark, twisted, a hint of madness dancing across his handsome face as his gaze turned back to the clown who was oblivious to the fate that was about to befall him.

"Stay with your mother," Sukuna's voice was soft- a rare tone reserved only for the two of you as he began peeling her arms from his neck.

"NO!!!" she shrieked, clinging tighter, fresh panic washing over her, "D-don't leave me, daddy!!" Her voice was filled with genuine terror, "Y-you can't go! You can't!"

Sukuna struggled internally- a war between the father he'd become wanting to stay by her side and continue holding her until she was calm, and the monster he's always been, demanding retribution.

He stroked her hair once, "I'm not leaving you... Just going to make the painted fuck go away."

"Sukuna," you warned, "I know I'm backing you on this but…" you glanced towards the clown, "it's a children's entertainer doing his job in the middle of the day. There's a lot of people here… You can't just walk up to him and-"

"I know exactly what i'm going to do," he cut you off, finally transferring her to your arms despite her desperate protests.

"What are you going to do?"

"Whatever it takes." He was already moving toward the front door of your shop, shoulders set, a confident stride in his steps, hands shoved in his pockets, his expression darkening the further he walked away from the two of you.

Your daughter pressed her face against your cheek, "Is daddy going to make the bad man go away?" she whispered, her arms locking around you, fingers tangling in your hair, "Daddy always makes the scary things go away."

"Yeah, sweetie," you murmured, watching Sukuna through your shop window, "he does doesn't he?" you nuzzle into her, bouncing her once, "Your daddy is always there to shield us, and to take care of us… even when it comes to the small things."

"Uh huh," she sniffled, wiping her eyes, "Daddy's strong."

You smiled at that, "The strongest," you agreed.

Through the glass, you watched him step onto the sidewalk, his presence immediately carving a path through pedestrians who recognized him. Even from this distance, you could see the exact moment the clown sensed death approaching. His hands faltered on the half twisted balloon, painted smile freezing as something screamed in his brain, danger.

In one fluid motion, Sukuna draped an arm around the clown's shoulders. The balloon that had been moments from becoming a dolphin slipped from his hands, squealing as it flew into the air and landed on the pavement.

"Hey, buddy," Sukuna said loudly, his voice pitched for the benefit of the parents and children nearby, dripping with absolute false warmth... "My little girl loved your act. Mind if we get a private performance?" Without waiting for consent, he tightened his grip around the clown's neck, steering him away from the crowd.

The clown stumbled alongside him, forced to move by Sukuna's iron control. To onlookers, they looked like old friends... No one noticing the clown's growing terror as they disappeared around the corner. 

The moment they were alone, Sukuna's mask shattered. He slammed the clown against the brick wall with enough force to crack the man's skull, leaving just the right amount of blood smeared behind as a reminder of his strength. One tattooed hand crushed his throat while the other gripped his jaw, forcing eye contact.

"Listen very fucking carefully you painted piece of shit," Sukuna growled, face inches away, "you made my daughter cry. You scared her. The last person who did that lost everything from the neck down."

The clown's eyes bulged, breathing ragged as Sukuna's grip slowly crushed his windpipe, "I-I-I'm sor-"

"I could kill you right here," Sukuna continued, voice dropping to a whisper that promised agony... "Peel you apart piece by piece. Feed what's left to the stray dogs behind the market." His grip tightened until the man's face began purpling, eyes rolling back. "No one would even notice you were gone until the smell got bad..."

Just as consciousness began slipping, your face flashed through his mind- that same soft, loving smile you always wore… And then his daughter… the way her little cheeks dimpled when she smiled at him, the trust she put in him. You were both waiting for him to return. He could almost hear your voice, feel your arms around him, your hands cupping his cheeks as his daughter clung to his pant leg…

Fuck…

Killing this guy would take forever… Longer than he'd like to be away from you both…

God dammit…

"But I'm feeling generous today," Sukuna released his throat, letting him suck in desperate air. Before the man could recover, Sukuna's fist buried itself in the man's stomach, folding him in half. "So i'm offering you a choice. Leave this city. Never work as a clown again. And if ever see your ugly face- painted or not… I'll carve a permanent smile from eat to ear," the tip of his finger dragged along the man's cheek, cutting a thin line through the makeup before forcing his chin up, "Do i make myself clear?"

The clown nodded frantically, tears cutting tracks through his makeup.

Sukuna's thumbnail dug into the corner of his mouth, "Answer me. With words. No nodding."

"Y-yes-" The clown managed, his voice hoarse, "yes. Pple-please... Yes. Th-thank you."

"Get out of my sight." he snarled, tossing him by the face to the ground.

Sukuna waited until the guy was out of sight before pulling the black bandana from his pocket, wiping the white greasepaint from his hands. Only then did he stroll casually back around the front, his face bored- neutral, the one he typically wore.

When he reentered, his eyes immediately sought out you and his daughter. The relief on his daughter's face when she spotted him made his heart tighten... He was .

"Problem solved," he announced, holding his arms out for her to transfer herself from your embrace to his without hesitation.

"What did you do?" you asked, your voice quite enough so that she couldn't hear.

His eyes met yours- and you smirked knowing the look...

The clown had survived, but only because killing him would have taken too long.

"Softie~" You chuckled, leaning against his arm.

"M'not," he muttered, pressing a kiss to his daughter's hair as her eyes fluttered shut, "Just had other things to do today…"

His daughter's tired voice rose from the crook of his neck, "Did you make the bad clown go away," she smiled sleepily, "just like you promised?"

"Yeah..." he whispered into his hair, "No one gets to scare you. Not while I'm around, little one."

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As night fell you found Sukuna laying sprawled out on his daughter’s tiny bed, his large frame comically oversized for the child sized furniture. There on his chest, she was draped across him like a koala, fast asleep with one small hand still clutching his shirt. His tattooed arm curled around her, dwarfing her little body.

He wasn’t asleep. His eyes tracking your movements as you entered her room, alert as always, though his body remained perfectly still to avoid disturbing the little girl using him as a bed. 

"She wouldn't let go," he grumbled, his deep voice barely audible.

You moved to sit on the edge of the bed, gently brushing her hair from her face, revealing the peaceful expression of a child who felt completely safe.

"How violent did you actually get with the clown?" you asked quietly, your fingers lingering on your daughter's cheek.

Sukuna's eyes met yours in the glow of the turtle nightlight, unflinching, "Violent enough."

"You didn't kill him."

It wasn't a question, but he answered anyway, "No." His eyes flicked down to his daughter, then back to you. "Didn't need to. Yet."

You nodded, understanding the unspoken message. The "yet" was contingent on whether the clown was stupid enough to ignore Sukuna's warning.

"You know you're stuck here for the night, right?." you nodded toward her death grip on his shirt, "She won't let go of you, not even in her sleep."

"Yeah… I know. Wouldn't be the first time, won't be the fucking last." He sounded disgruntled, but you knew him well enough to catch the glimmer of contentment in his eyes, "This kid loves me too damn much."

You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, then, to Sukuna's lips. He returned the kiss, teeth nipping at your lower lip, his free hand coming up to cup the back of your neck.

"She's not the only one," you say under your breath, but loud enough for him to hear, eyes locking onto his. "We're both so lucky to have you, Sukuna. Thank you, for everything. For taking care of us, and for being her protector."

He looked away, uncomfortable with the sentiment despite everything you'd been through together, "It's what I do," he replied gruffly...

You smiled, settling beside him, head pillowed on his broad shoulder, half your body hanging off the tiny bed as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to him best he could, "You're going to wake up with an achy back tomorrow."

"Don't give a damn," he grunted, pressing his face into the top of your head, "can't really move when I've got two brats sleeping on me."

You chuckle softly, letting your eyes flutter shut, enjoying his warmth, the steady sound of his heart beating under your ear and the soft sounds of your daughter's breathing, "You could, if you wanted."

"You done yapping? You're keeping me up… Go the fuck to sleep already." his arm tightened around you, holding you against him, his own eyes closing finally.

You smiled, knowing that he'd never admit he loved being in this position- surrounded by the two of you,

You caught one last glimpse of him adjusting his daughter more comfortably against his chest, his large hand cradling her head with impossible gentleness. The most feared man in the city, reduced to nothing more than a pillow for his daughter and her mother.

"Rest well, little lamb," his voice fading as he said the nickname reserved only for you, muffled by your hair as his lips grazed the crown of your head.

[dark-and-kawaii]

I’ve thirsted over fictional men my whole life, and I’m here to say I’ve never seen sluttier arms than Caleb’s. My god, Caleb is so edible (っ´ཀ`)っ!!!

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ — Gojo's hands shake like he's eighteen again, gripping your hips with white knuckled desperation, "Fuck, fuck, fuck-" his vocabulary reduced to caveman like grunts when you're under him like this, years of experience apparently meaning jack shit when your legs wrap around his waist.

He's all stuttering rhythm and graceless hunger, like he forgot how bodies work. One second he's jackhammering into you with supernatural speed, the next he's frozen completely, forehead pressed to your collarbone, panting like he just ran a marathon because your warmth threatens to undo him entirely... "Jesus, you’re…" He breaks off with a choked laugh, hips jerking erratically. "Fuck, been too long since I- shit, do that thing again. With your tongue again, please. Right there."

His demand is adorably needy, punctuated by a sharp, sloppy thrust as you scrape your teeth against the tendon of his neck, just how he likes it~.

Everything about his technique is pure chaos. No finesse, just raw need and that stupid boyish grin even when he's buried deep enough to kiss your cervix with the tip of his dick.

When you arch beneath him, a low moan tearing from your throat, your cunt clamps down hard around his cock. It’s a vice grip, a sudden, violent spasms that rippled through your entire body… Satoru’s eyes go wide, pupils blown. And for a moment, he forgets his name, yours, and any word that isn’t an expletive as you completely come undone.

It’s not just a flutter, not just a wetness, but a gush. Hot, sudden. A flood of your release soaking his entire cock, his balls, the thick thatch of white hair at his base. It rushes out of you in thick, uncontrollable waves, splattering onto his sheets beneath your ass with an audible wet splssh. The sound is obscene. Juices slicking his length, dripping down him, making his thrusts messy- obscenely wet.

"Did you just-? His voice is thick with pure awe, breathless. The stupid grin returns as he drives into that soaked cunt of yours, feeling the slick mess coating him. "Whoa! Youre like a little Squirtle." The ridiculous Pokémon joke tumbles out mid thrust… He’s so fucking pleased with himself, he almost fumbles his rhythm entirely,"Get it? 'Cause you just squir—"

"Satoru, I swear to God-" you gasp, but the protest is cut off as he angles his hips sharply, burying himself impossibly deeper.

"Yeah, yeah, less talking, more-"

The new angle hits that spongy spot inside you dead on, hard. A choked cry rips from you, followed instantly by another gush, soaking him further, the sheets beneath you now a dark, soaked circle.

But there’s something beautiful about how he fucks when he's like this- like he's afraid you'll disappear- like if he doesn't fill you up immediately you'll change your mind. Like he wants to leave a piece of himself with you, so you won't forget him.