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୨९ - headcannons of Sukuna as a girl dad

Girldad!Sukuna who has state-of-the-art security installed around the house before you’re even discharged from the hospital. Nobody’s coming near his girls.

Girldad!Sukuna, who rocks her to sleep at night, feeds her milk, and even changes diapers with shocking skill.

Girldad!Sukuna who made it a competition between you two to get the baby to say their name first and screams when she says papa as if he won the lottery. "Say it again for mama to hear. I win."

Girldad!Sukuna who baby talks to her until she falls asleep, telling her about his adventures while she lies on top of him, tiny fingers poking at his tattoos.

Girldad!Sukuna who, the second his daughter is finally able to sleep through the night, grabs you by the wrist, pulls you into the bedroom, locks the door, and is already on top of you. "We should get her a sibling so she's not lonely."

Girldad!Sukuna who starts crying when she can't say his favorite word correctly (manslaughter) because she can't pronounce the letter "R" and keeps saying "L" or "W" in its place.

Girldad!Sukuna who randomly starts telling her extremely exaggerated stories from his yakuza days for no reason.

Girldad!Sukuna who's so proud when someone is mean to her and she snaps back at whoever said it.

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୨९ - headcannons of Sukuna while you're pregnant

Husband!Sukuna who was extremely excited when he first found out you were pregnant.

Husband!Sukuna who hasn’t let you lift a single thing since the test came back positive. If you try, he’s behind you, growling, “Sit down. That’s my child you're carrying.” and you know better than to argue with his stubborn self.

Husband!Sukuna who refuses to leave your side for longer than a few hours.

Husband!Sukuna who sat there, not really caring much about the gender of the baby during the ultrasound, but hoping it was a girl (it was).

Husband!Sukuna who starts shopping as soon as you know the gender and pulls out an entire list of names he thought of.

Husband!Sukuna who, every night, lays his head next to your belly and speaks to his unborn daughter. “You’ll be strong. Feared. I’ll raise you to rule beside me, little one.”

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ur posting nonstop help 😭 how tf

I'm unemployed. Also because some of these are stuff I wrote when I was 12, I'm just polishing and adding different characters (they were originally the MHA boys lol)

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୨९ 𝑺𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏' 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆

Suguru brings you, his girlfriend, to hang out with his friends at a fancy restaurant, but he puts a vibrator in you beforehand and he just won’t turn the toy off

cw: ♡ nsfw / mdni ♡ hidden toy ♡ public setting ♡ possessiveness ♡ degradation/praise blend ♡ forced composure ♡ daddy kink (light) ♡ no panties ♡ overstim ♡ exhibitionism ♡

You shift in your seat again. It's not subtle this time. Your heel clinks against the base of the table and you let out a soft exhale that’s a little too close to a moan.

He’s not turning it off.

It’s been... God, you don’t even know how long. You can barely taste your food. Your dress sticks to your skin, and your panties...what panties? You left them in his pocket before leaving the car. Suguru’s got one arm slung lazily over the back of your chair like he’s relaxed as if he’s not torturing you under the tablecloth. His fingers brush your shoulder as he chuckles at something Satoru says, but he doesn’t look at you.

He’s ignoring you.

You clench around the toy again involuntarily and your breath hitches. You dig your nails into your thigh under the table. Your skin feels fever-hot. This isn’t fair. You want him to stop. Or touch you. Or drag you to the bathroom and fuck you senseless against the marble sink.

Satoru’s still talking. Shoko’s looking at the wine list. Nobody sees the way you shift around and bite your lip.

You lean toward him, barely able to keep your voice steady. It comes out more of a whimper than a whisper. “Sugu'... please,” you breathe. “C-Can we go to the bathroom?” He doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t blink as he brings his glass of wine to his lips to take a sip. He tilts his head back to Shoko with a small smile. “Hm, this one seems good. You have impeccable taste.”

Shoko smiles back at him. “Thanks.” The toy is still on. Your toes curl in your heels. Your jaw tightens to keep another sound from slipping. You’re going to cry if he doesn’t touch you. You reach for his thigh under the table, nails lightly dragging. “Sugu',” you try again, a little louder, a little needier. You’re desperate. “I can’t— please, I need to—”

Finally, his eyes flick to yours. Calm and cold. “Bathroom?” he murmurs, just loud enough for you to hear. “You can wait.” You let out a shaky breath, your hips shifting again, helpless. He knows. He can see it in your face. You were close. But you feel your eyes sting. “I’ll make a mess,” you whisper, barely able to speak through the heat in your throat. “Suguru— daddy, please. Please, take it out?”

Then, without a word, he leans forward, his lips brushing softly against your forehead. The touch is brief, almost gentle. A sweet gesture for appearances. "Aww, you two are so cute together!" Shoko gushed and Satoru giggled. Under the table, his fingers slide something familiar across your skin— your panties. He fished them from his pocket and slowly slid them back on you. "They're so sweet," Satoru marveled, clearly oblivious to what was happening underneath the tablecloth before going back to talking about the soccer game the previous night. If only they knew.

You rise from your chair slowly, careful not to stumble, your legs still trembling. Suguru doesn’t look away. Instead, he tilts his head slightly and turns to Satoru with a thoughtful frown, playing casual. “You watched the game yesterday too? I thought you’d be at your daughter’s ballet performance. What about that?”

“Oh yeah,” Satoru laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Turns out I got the dates wrong. It’s next week. Hey, you guys should totally come!”

“Yeah, why not,” Shoko smiles, swirling her wine. “I missed that cutie patootie.” But Suguru doesn’t answer. His eyes still follow you, until the bathroom door shuts behind you. And then, without a sound, he unlocks his phone again, drags the setting to its highest point, and presses start.

The toy jolts back to life inside you, completely merciless. Your eyes roll back, and a choked gasp escapes your lips before you can catch it. You aren’t alone. The older woman standing at the mirror next to you turns her head just slightly, brows pinching in confusion. You straighten immediately, gripping the sink like it might keep you from falling apart. “S-Sorry. New heels,” you stammer out with a breathless laugh, forcing a smile. “Pinched my foot.” She gives you a sympathetic smile and turns back to fixing her lipstick as you enter a bathroom stall.

That bastard...

The stall door slams shut behind you, and you practically collapse against it, heart pounding and thighs trembling. Your fingers scramble under your dress, slowly pulling the toy out of you with a muffled whimper. It’s still buzzing in your hand, still warm, still soaked in the juices of your cunt.

You shut it off with shaking fingers, grab a wad of tissue, and begin wiping it down, cheeks burning. You wrap the toy tightly in tissue, tuck it into the zipper pocket of your purse like it’s some kind of secret shame, and finally slide your panties back on. You take one more breath to steady yourself before stepping back out, smoothing your dress, fixing your hair like nothing happened before stepping out and there he is.

Suguru, still leaned back in his chair like he hadn’t moved at all. His head turns just slightly to look at you, eyes dragging down the length of your body, slow and deliberate. And then he smirks. He knows what he did, and he's enjoying it.

"Hi darling, we were just talking about you," Suguru says smoothly, that smirk barely visible behind the rim of his wine glass. You get back into your seat, your legs heavy. Satoru grins at you, all warmth and brightness. “Yeah! I was saying you should come over some time! My little one’s got this ballet recital coming up. She’s been so excited and you still do ballet, so it would be cool for you to watch, she thinks you're cool. She watched all your performances and you inspired her to become a dancer.” Suguru turns his head slightly, brushing his fingers against your shoulder. “What do you say?"

You force a smile, biting back the tremble in your voice. “Yeah… sure,” you say through gritted teeth. “I’d love to.”

“‘The pretty one with the sparkly nails,’” Satoru quotes, laughing. “That’s how she remembers you. She keeps asking if I can paint her nails like yours.” That earns a real smile from you. “She’s adorable,” you murmur, finally settling into your seat, your breathing a little steadier now. “Being a single dad must be hard.” Suguru’s eyes flick to you at that, just for a second.

Satoru leans back in his seat, rubbing at the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “Yeah, it’s… a lot. I mean, she’s amazing, but sometimes I feel like I’m just making it up as I go.”

“She’s lucky to have you,” you say softly.

Satoru smiles. “Thanks,” he says, his voice lower this time. “That… means a lot. I'm pretty sure you and Suguru would be cool parents. You guys trying for a kid?”

Beside you, Suguru's hand drops from your shoulder and slips beneath the table, now resting gently on your thigh, his fingers curling slightly, possessive. And without looking at you, he says, “Actually, we might.”

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@purefantasia ノ @cursed-carmine

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I swear you had more posts... Where did they go? I can only see three on your blog...

I made my secondary blog my primary blog (this one) and copied all my posts onto this account and deleted all my old posts, that's most likely why lol

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୨९ 𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕

Toji takes his bimbo girlfriend, you, shopping at the mall and you're buying too much and taking too long

cw: ♡ nsfw / mdni ♡ age gap ♡ power imbalance ♡ dumbification ♡ daddy kink ♡ size kink (?) ♡ belly bulge ♡ creampie ♡ mean!toji ♡ brat taming ♡ manhandling ♡ spanking (ass/thighs) ♡ semi-public sex ♡ quickie ♡ mirror kink ♡ lingerie ♡

You’re in a changing room, trying on a a slutty, lace baby pink lingerie set. The thong’s basically useless, and the bra’s more decoration than support. You turn to the mirror, checking yourself out with a satisfied little hum. “When will you be done, doll?” he groans behind you. You smile with fake innocence, being your eyelashes at him, hopping up slightly, making your perky tits bounce. “Wait a little more.”

Toji stands. You catch his reflection behind you, tall, broad, and intimidating. He doesn’t even ask, just pushes you gently forward so your hands press to the mirror and your hips tilt back. “Toji—” you start, but his palm smooths over your ass, then lands with a sharp slap that makes you gasp. “This the fifth set you’ve tried on,” he mutters, fingers sliding under the thong, “and we’ve been at the mall all day, I just earned that money.” Your breath catches.

The lace is tugged to the side before you can think to argue. His fingers dip between your thighs, checking just how wet you are. “Yer fuckin’ soaked,” he says low, dark. “Of course you are. Bet you’ve been dripping since the second I got up.” He tugs his shirt up and his pants down slightly, revealing his toned abs and defined V-line. “Y’want daddy’s big cock?” Another shark also delivered on your ass, making you whine. “Shut yer pretty mouth up.” He chuckles as he hooks a finger into his pants and boxers to pull them down. “You want it?” he asks, voice dropping. His tone’s cocky, but the look in his eyes is darker. “Then be patient.”

He leans down, grip firm on your waist, pressing you gently against the mirror. His body’s warm behind you, big and overwhelming. The mirror fogs up some more as your face is pressed against the mirror now, fingers scrambling against the cool material as he bullies his member into you, slow and deep, and you let out a soft whimper in response. “Too much?” he asks, showing down his pace slightly. He didn’t want to hurt you, after all, you were still young. Why would a beautiful 24 year old date a 38 year old man with a son? Never made sense, but you dated him anyway.

His palm lands sharp across your ass, again. You gasp, the sting blooming warm under your skin as you steady yourself on the mirror. Lace panties tugged just high enough to expose everything he wants access to, and that smug look on his face says he’s nowhere near done. “Count it,” he says, low and rough.

Smack

“That’s one,” he says when you don’t. “Wanna start again?” Your cheeks flush as you mutter, “One…”

Smack

“Two…” His hand smooths over the spot he just hit, warm and firm, then grips tight enough to make you squirm. “You keep buyin’ stuff you don’t need, but I’m being merciful, only one more.” he murmurs. Another sharp slap, this time delivered on your thighs, making them press together as if you like the attention (which you did, of course). And he noticed, as always. “Filthy little girl, gettin’ turned on by a lecture.” he spoke as he leans down behind you.

“M’sorry…” you pout, “I didn’t mean to spend all of it…” He laughs under his breath, not buying it for a second. “No you’re not,” he says, pushing the back of your neck into the mirror just firm enough to keep you in place without hurting. “If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be this wet.”

The lace is bunched high on your hips now, your reflection flushed and trembling in the mirror, lip gloss wiped off and mascara rolling down your face in the form of tears. Toji’s standing behind you, looking like a man who’s seconds away from completely losing patience. “Ya think I gamble for fun?” he growls, voice right at your ear. “I do it so my girl can live like a princess. But this was too much, understand?” You nod in response, slow and wide-eyed. One hand presses between your shoulder blades, pushing your upper body down just enough to deepen the arch of your back. You feel the heat of him behind you, teasing you. You whimper, thighs squeezing together, lashes fluttering.

His hand trails from your waist down to your lower belly, his large palm covering the entirety of your lower belly. “I’m not lettin’ ya outta this room until ya feel me right here.” He grinds his thick, throbbing cock against your folds, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum while he reaches down with his hand to spread your legs apart, his fingers digging into your inner thighs. "You like feelin' how much dick I got for ya, don'tcha?" His calloused hand remains firmly planted on your belly, claiming it possessively.

"Fuck, yer little pussy’s so tight," he grunts, his thick head slowly spreading your tiny lips apart as he pushes harder, the fabric of the panties stretching taut around his massive size. "Goddamn, it's barely fitting." He grunts and pushes harder, his thick shaft slowly forcing its way into your tight entrance. “Fuckin’ hell,” he groans as he feels your tight walls clench and try to avoid the intrusion up. "Fuck, doll, yer stranglin' my cock," he groans, pushing deeper. "Slut, look at ya takin' this huge—h-hah—dick like it was made for ya." he groans, his free hand roaming upwards to squeeze your breast, making you let out a moan.

He grunts and thrusts deeper, his massive cock stretching you to your limits. "Yer little belly's gonna be so full of my hot cum." He slaps your ass hard enough to leave a red mark. You feel his massive length throbbing inside you, your tiny pussy struggling to accommodate his size. Every thrust sends shockwaves through your body, your stomach bulging slightly as his thick head hits your cervix. You let out a pornographic moan, your voice echoing in the room as you feel your first orgasm building.

"Look in the mirror, ya nasty little slut," he grunts, pounding into you hard enough to make your breasts bounce. "See how yer stomach's all bloated with my dick? Ya look like a damn whore, takin' this huge cock. Yer gonna cum for me, aren’t ya, ya little slut?" he pants, his hips moving like a jackhammer. "I can feel you clenching around me. Cum on daddy’s dick, now." His fingers twist and pinch your clit, pushing you towards the edge. As your orgasm hits, your body convulses around him, milking his cock for all it's worth. He lets out a deep, guttural groan, and you feel a sudden warmth flood your insides. His cock pulses powerfully as he releases his thick, hot cum deep inside you. His release seems endless, filling your tiny belly to the brim, to the point that some of his seed spilling out of you, dripping down your thighs as his massive member remains inside you.

Slowly, he pulls out his thick, glistening member from your stretched and filled pussy. You whimper at the sensation, feeling a flood of his hot cum spill out and drip down your legs. “Look who lost the race.” he mumbles, letting out a snicker. Meanwhile, you’re still catching your breath, legs a little shaky as you smooth your hands down your thighs. Toji’s already tugged his shirt back into place, watching you with that smug, satisfied look as you carefully cleaned the unbought lingerie.

“Y’good?” he asks, voice low but amused. You nod, cheeks flushed, lips still parted. “My legs feel sore.” He grins, stepping behind you to help you steady. “That’s what happens when ya run my card and yer mouth.” You pout, putting on your tiny, pink crop top and slip back into the glittery micro skirt.

You give him a wide-eyed, sugary look. “Daddy…would you be mad if I asked you to buy it” He snorts, reaching for your shopping bags. “Shameless brat.” But he’s already pulling out his wallet again. His little doll needed new lingerie anyway, what would be the harm? After all, he gambles for her.

You loop your arm through his as you walk out of the changing room together, still a little messy. “So small ‘n pretty.” he cooed, stroking your hair. “Thanks, daddy!” you smile sweetly, pressing up against his side, a hand on his chest to guide him down just a little. When he leans in, you kiss his cheek softly, leaving a glossy pink mark behind like a signature. He glances down at you, lips twitching into a smirk. “Making me yours, I see?” he mutters, voice low. “Cute.” But he doesn’t wipe the rest off. Doesn’t even try.

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@purefantasia ノ @cursed-carmine

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୨९ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝑳𝒖𝒔𝒕

Your husband, Ryomen Sukuna, is the ruthless emperor of Japan, and he takes you, his treasured wife, on a garden stroll

cw: ♡ nsfw / mdni ♡ dubcon ♡ semi-public sex ♡ size kink ♡ rough sex ♡ power imbalance ♡ manhandling ♡ possessiveness ♡ hair pulling ♡ light choking ♡ degradation ♡ forced eye contact ♡ creampie ♡ dacryphilia ♡ breeding kink ♡ two dick headcanon ♡

Sukuna’s massive form loomed over you as you walked through the garden, his eyes never leaving you for even a second. The sun dipped low, casting soft shadows. "My, my, you look divine. Absolutely ravishing." Sukuna’s voice rumbled, a slight growl to it as he walked behind you. You turned slightly, catching his smirk out of the corner of your eye. “Really?” you asked, your voice soft, pretending you didn’t already know exactly what he was trying to do. His lips curled into a grin as he stopped just behind you, his presence so overpowering you could feel the weight of his body behind you without even needing to turn around.

"Don't act coy, my love. You know exactly what I want," he whispered, voice low and teasing, his large hands resting on your hips. You felt the coolness of the air against your skin, but his touch was like fire, making your body heat up in anticipation. He took a step closer, the distance between you shrinking as he pulled you against him, his breath hot against your ear. “You're already so perfect, but imagine my cock deep inside you, filling you up until you're dripping for me, your womb ready to take my seed." He chuckled again, the sound dark and possessive. "You'd be so beautiful, carrying my heir."

Sukuna’s four arms made quick work of your rich silks. “So many layers,” he muttered, almost to himself, as he pulled the obi loose with one hand, the others already peeling the layers down your shoulders with an impatience that made your breath catch. You gasped when his fingers, rough and clawed, slid over your bare skin, dragging down your waist with no hesitation. He grabbed you like he owned every inch, like your softness was meant to mold beneath his grip. His fingers dipped between your thighs, testing the heat between them, and he groaned, voice low. “Dripping already?” The remaining silks pools at your ankles. “You should see yourself,” he muttered, now pressing you forward until your hands find a tree trunk in front of you to stabilize yourself on. “Bending for me like this, wearing royal clothing,” he dragged his fingers through your slick again, “but you're just a needy little slut under all that status, aren’t you?”

One of his two cocks, thick and pulsing, slid between your thighs next, rubbing against your folds with slow, lazy precision, smearing your wetness over him. The size of him made your legs tremble already. “You’re gonna take both of them. Gonna stretch you so wide, the entire Japan will see it in how you walk tomorrow.” One arm wrapped around your waist, the other tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so you were forced to look over your shoulder at him. His eyes were burning red, heavy with desire. “Eyes on me.”

Then he pushed the first one in, slow, brutal, all the way. Your mouth fell open, the stretch making your back arch, your body instinctively trying to escape the overwhelming fullness. But his grip kept you in place, and the first thrust was almost painful. Your fingers clawed at the bark in front of you. “Feel that?” he hissed, grinding his hips against you as he bottomed out. “This cunt was made for me. I feel you clenching around me...”

He started moving; slow at first, deep and dragging, but building fast, harder, rougher. Your body jolted with every thrust, moans spilling past your lips. Sukuna was unrelenting. His hand moved from your hair and came down to your throat, squeezing just enough to keep you grounded in him as your vision blurred, then he moved it back to your hair.

“Ready for the second one?” he murmurs against your ear seductively, his thrusts continuing at an animal pace, to the point you could only moan and whimper. "I’ll take that as a yes, my greedy little empress. H-hah!” You’re already trembling with one of Sukuna’s cocks buried deep inside, your body clenching, brain fogged, eyes rolling back as you try to keep up, and now he was going to put in the other!

One of his four hands grips your waist, another slides between your thighs, spreading you wider as he lines the second one up. You gasp; he’s huge. But he just smirks, kisses the corner of your mouth, and starts to press in slowly. “S-s-so full… p-please, s’too much~!” You blubber out, sobbing and drooling because of his cocks. “Shut up and be a good cocksleeve, yeah?” He growls out, digging his nails into the soft skin of your waist. The stretch burns in the best way, every inch pushing your limits as he watches your face twist in helpless pleasure. “That’s it,” he growls, “look at ‘er, sucking me in.” He moves a hand to your pussy and gives it a hard, wet slap. Multiple. “Come on, take it! Unclench f’me!”

Plap! Plap! One of his hands keep you still while your body shakes around him, and when he’s finally all the way in, both thick, veiny cocks pulsing inside. He waits just long enough for you to catch a shuddering breath. “Take your time.” He stops pulling your hair and runs his finger through it gently, hoping he didn’t pull out any strands. You finally seem to have caught your breathe and speak with that gentle voice you had. The voice he desperately wanted to make hoarse from screams and moans. “‘Kuna, what if— ah~— someone f-finds us?” He just chuckles in response, rubbing and pinching your nipples between his fingers as he leans toward your ear. “I’ll kill them for interrupting.”

His teeth graze over your shoulder teasingly, his tongue licking at the area slowly and gently. His mouth trails lower, and then, he bit down. Not gentle. Sharp enough to make you gasp, but never break skin. He loved to you too much for that. He sinks his teeth into the curve of your shoulder, holding it there, and then, he sucks, slow and deep, drawing blood to the surface until the bruise begins to form under his lips. He pulls back with a low growl, tongue flicking over the mark.

Once he was sure you were good to continue, he pulls out all the way, slowly and deliberately. He loved the feeling of your gooey insides clenching at his cocks, as if begging them to stay still inside you. But he want going to do that. One only the tips were in, he slams back inside, full force. The air rips from your lungs as he hits your g-spot, over and over and over. Your fingers are clawed into the tree bark, legs shaking, eyes blurred with tears of pleasure.

“F-FUCK—t-too deep, I—I can’t—!” You gasp, sobbing breathlessly, but your body won’t stop clenching around him. “AHH—hahh—KUNA—KUNA!” It’s not even words anymore; just desperate cries and ragged moans he pulls from your throat with every brutal thrust. “Ngh—ah—AHHH—KUNA PLEASE—!” You let out a scream as he pinches your clit, adding to the stimulation.

“Too loud,” he growls behind you, voice low and ragged. “You’ll tear that pretty voice apart. Can’t allow that.” Before you can speak, his hand covers your mouth, big and warm, muffling your cries. But then, his cursed energy pulses, and right there, in his palm, a mouth forms; smooth lips, sharp fangs, and a tongue that licks across your lips like it’s starving, savoring every taste, before its sharp teeth nip at your bottom lip. You can’t help but gasp as the mouth pulls you in to a kiss. The kiss from his hand deepens, your lips parting as its tongue explores your mouth, muffling your screams and moans.

“F-fuck…I’m so close,” he growls, the edge in his voice slipping into something darker, needier. “Sucking me up like a slut, fuckkk.” He continued his rapid thrusts, his tips kissing your cervix roughly, enough to bruise it. You feel both of his members twitch inside you. His breathing grows ragged, chest heaving as he slams into you one final time, deeper than before, and before you know it, his hot seed is spilling into you with a guttural snarl, thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your insides, his hips locking against yours as he forces both cocks as deep as they’ll go, letting them slam flush against your bruised cervix.

Your back arches on instinct, body caught between pain and ecstacy as you feel yourself being stuffed. His cum floods your womb in heavy, seemingly endless spurts. “Gonna fuck a baby into that tight little body if it’s the last thing I do.” he chuckles, his hand running up and down your torso soothingly. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as your walls flutter helplessly around both of him, overstimulated. You feel so full it hurts, thick cum already leaking from where his lower cock’s still buried, even as he refuses to pull out.

Then, another shallow thrust. You let out whimper. “Don’t cry now, my sweet empress,” he sneers, pulling your hair farther back, forcing eye contact as he grinds into your overstretched hole, slow and punishing. You continue sobbing, broken pleas tumbling from your lips. “P-please…'kuna, I c-can’t…’s t-too much…n'more…” Sukuna stills, chest heaving as he stares down at your wrecked body, your tear-stained face, your twitching cunt still clenching around both of him. You both still had appearances to maintain after all. “Tch.” He slowly pulls out, dragging both cocks from your overstretched hole, each inch leaving you sore and gaping. Your lips flutter instinctively, spasming from the sheer emptiness, still greedy for the stretch, still pulsing from how deep he was. A thick stream of cum immediately spills out, running down your thighs.

With a low grunt, he brings his hand between your legs, two fingers sliding in without warning to push the leaking mess back inside. “Not wasting a fuckin' drop,” he mutters, watching with dark satisfaction as your body twitches under the touch. He reaches for the silk robes discarded nearby. You barely register the way he wraps them around you, tucking fabric over your chest, smoothing it down your body. He scoops you up effortlessly, one arm under your back, the other hooked under your knees. You’re boneless, half-conscious, but he doesn’t care. His only concern is keeping you tilted just right so his cum stays exactly where he put it.

The guards notice him walking towards the palace doors, opening it, and authorizing his entry. When he finally lays you down on the futon, he spreads your legs just slightly, adjusting your hips with practiced ease before covering you with silken sheets. Just enough to trap the heat. Without a word, he moves to sit beside you on the futon, his large frame looming over yours. His fingers find your trembling hand, pulling it gently into his own, the calluses of his grip a stark contrast to your soft skin. There's a strange tenderness in the way he holds it.

“Shh…” he murmurs lowly, brushing a strand of your hair from your forehead. “Rest, my love.” He doesn’t look away from you, not even as you shift, still a little sore, still a little raw from everything. His fingers gently trace the curve of your jaw, and he leans in, placing a soft, affectionate kiss on your forehead. He adjusts the silks around your body, making sure you’re covered and warm. The heat from his body radiates as he settles beside you, his arm wrapping around you, just enough to hold you in place without hurting you.

You let out a soft sigh, your body relaxing into his warmth as his presence surrounds you. As you drift into a calm, drowsy haze, you feel him settle closer, his chin resting gently atop your head. He shifts, just enough to press his lips against your temple, the heat of his mouth lingering. “I love you,” he murmurs, his voice rough, but softer than usual. “Don’t forget it, little wife. You’re mine.”

And with that, you slip into the comfort of sleep, held by his steady arms, surrounded by the unspoken promise of his protection.

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୨९ 𝑩𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈~

Your husband, Satoru, brought you to a business event for his company, and you decided to see if he'd get jealous easily

cw: ♡ nsfw / mdni ♡ blindfold kink ♡ praise ♡ possessive gojo ♡ teasing ♡ oral (f!receiving) ♡ spanking ♡ dirty talk ♡ releasing inside ♡ penetration (f!recieving) ♡ aftercare ♡

The night had been painfully long. Business deals, boring speeches, handshakes with people you’d never see again. As the CEO of his high-profile company, Satoru was charming, sharp, and intelligent. You loved him and he loved you. But you wanted to test that. So you stood a little too close to the Vice President, too close for Satoru's comfort. But he tried to ignore it. Then you crossed a line when you laughed at a joke with your hand on the man's shoulder. You could feel the way his jealous gaze slid over you. He leaned in close during one of the boring speeches, his mouth brushed your ear, and he whispered just loud enough for you to hear, “I see what you're trying to do. Jokes on you, I'd do it either way. You look absolutely stunning tonight in that dress, darling. Can’t wait to see it on the floor when we get home.”

Your breath caught in your throat. You’d been married for over 3 years now, and he still knows how to turn you on with just a few words. You tried to keep your composure, but you could feel your heart rate picking up. “I have it all planned out,” he continued, that playful, teasing edge to his voice. His hand slid subtly along your waist, and you could feel the heat of his palm through your dress. “You'd like that, right?” What a tease. But he was right. You'd love that.

By the time the event ended and you were finally alone in the back of the limo, Satoru didn’t waste a second. Satoru's lips crashed into yours, hot and demanding. His kiss was slow at first, teasing, before deepening as he pulled you flush against him. His hands slid down your back, tugging you closer. You melted into him, lips parting, tongues wrestling. He pulled back just enough to whisper, his voice low and filled with intent. "Just wait until we get back, baby," he murmured, before his lips were on yours again, more urgent this time.

You walked into your penthouse, and Satoru slammed the door shut with his foot. “Now, pretty girl...not going to sleep yet, are you?” Before you could even respond, his hands were on the blindfold, lifting it over his eyes and looking down at you with his feral blue eyes. "Y’know when you lose one sense, all the others get stronger?” he tugs the blindfold snugly over your eyes as he whispers against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Let’s test that theory, hm?” He slipped the fabric over your eyes, tying it tight. Darkness fell instantly, and your breath hitched.

You gasped when he lifted you, and carried you across the open-plan kitchen like you weighed nothing, setting you down against the cool marble counter. “I saw the way they looked at you tonight,” he muttered, voice rough against your skin. “But they don’t get this. They don’t get you. No. You're mine. My gorgeous, amazing wife. Can't believe we're married, angel.”

His hands gripped the hem of your dress, tugging it up with no hesitation. You squirmed under his touch, heart racing as he took his time teasing, getting reactions like this from you like it was a game he never lost. “No panties, hm?”

He continued, his tone dropping lower. “Say it. Say who you belong to.” You whispered his name, breathless. “Louder,” he growled, palm sliding up your side.

“…You.”

His hand trailed lower, gripping your thigh just enough to make you gasp before he pulled you flush against him. “No, no, baby,” he muttered darkly, voice dripping with heat, “you know what I wanna hear.”

You hesitated, lips parted, chest heaving. Then—smack—his palm met the curve of your ass, sharp and fast, making you jolt with a yelp that turned into a moan. “Try again.”

“'Toru—” you breathed out. Another slap, this time harder. “Wrong one.”

“Satoru—!” you gasped, nearly collapsing against him from the mix of sting and pleasure burning through your skin. “Mmm, that’s better,” he purred. “I'm gonna flip you over and make you scream it. You’ve been acting like a spoiled little thing all night,” he said, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Clinging to his arm...that tight little dress...what were you trying to do, hm?”

Another slap, this time delivered on your pussy. You whined, hips twitching under his grip. And then his mouth was on you. Hot, slow, and maddening. He dragged it down your body, each kiss making your knees buckle a little more. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel every flick of his tongue, every teasing pause that made your stomach twist in pleasure.

You feel him moving forward, and his grip on your legs tightens. Then suddenly, his breath is hot against your sensitive skin, and you can't help but shiver. His lips brush against your heat, teasing with just the barest lightest kisses. You wrap your fingers in his hair, occasionally stroking his undercut, wanting more. His tongue laps at your folds, gathering all your juices and teasing your slit. "So wet for me, huh?" he mumbles and flicks your clit, your back arching, "Use your words, princess. What did you want?"

“I need you…”

After that, you felt…nothing? But you heard everything.

There was a subtle shift of weight as he stood as he let out a low sigh. Then, the soft rustle of fabric, slow and deliberate. You could even picture it. His dark tuxedo jacket sliding down those broad shoulders, followed by the clink of cufflinks being placed on the counter. A beat of silence. Then the gentle sound of buttons, one by one, undone with a quiet precision that made your breath catch. “Is that theory working?” You heard the soft scrape of leather sliding through loops, followed by the click of his belt buckle coming undone. The sound alone made your thighs tense. He chuckled under his breath. “That got your attention, huh?”

The slow zip of his pants followed, deliberate and unhurried, like he knew you were hanging on every sound. You could practically feel the heat of his gaze, even through the blindfold. “You’re so worked up already, and I haven’t even started.”

He went back to his attack on your clit, swirling his tongue around it in circles, sucking at it. “You want me in you? Yeah? Well, that’s what you’ll get, my beautiful girl deserves it, doesn’t she?”

He pulled away and carries you to the couch dropping you on it. He spreads your legs wide open and blows at your heat. “Want me to stuff you full? What my princess wants, she gets.”

He brought his cock up to your slit, sliding it up and down, spreading his pre-cum and making you shiver in pleasure. He slowly bullies his cock in, making you gasp and moan out. “God, yes, let me hear those slutty moans!” He grunts as he finally bottoms out. “So fucking tight! Take it…take it all!” With that said, he started thrusting into your tightness, relentless with each push.

“F-fuck! You feel so good! So good f’me…” he growls as he hits your g-spot, making your back arch. “A-ah!~ R-right there!” You babble out, your dripping cunt slurping in his cock, not willing to let go. “C-cum inside! P-please, ‘toru!” You moan out and claw at the air, trying to grab onto something— anything. You feel him take your hand and squeeze it. “My shoulder’s up here.” He chuckles, guiding your hand to his back, littered with scratches from previous nights. “I’m so c-close, f-fuck~ agh!” He groans, “Can I cum inside, Princess?” He questions, to which you nod.

“F-fill me up, do-don’t hold back, I can take it!” Your lewd moans bounced off the penthouse walls, echoing like music he never wanted to stop hearing. “Y’so pretty f’me.” You felt him twitch deep inside, and then his sudden, overwhelming release spilled into you. Thick, hot, and relentless, filling you up from the inside. His grip tightened on your waist as he buried himself deeper, holding still while his release pulsed inside you, making you whimper sweetly. You both stayed like that, bodies trembling, breathing heavy. "So pretty. You okay, Princess?” he whispers to you, as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. He slowly pushed the blindfold up from your eyes, and when your vision cleared, his bright blue eyes were already locked on you, gleaming like ice. He looked so...innocent? Not even close. He looked up at you like a man starved, like he’d do it all over again just to watch you fall apart.

You nodded, and he chuckled, already scooping you up bridal-style. “Shower, then cuddles,” he said with a wink. In the bathroom, his hands were nothing but gentle, washing your hair, kissing your forehead, “Did so good for me. Did I do good too?” he looked up at you with the sweetest eyes ever, as if he didn't just ruin you. “You always are,” you murmur, your voice low and affectionate. Once you were warm, clean, and in one of his t-shirts, he pulled you into bed and wrapped his arms tight around you, letting your head rest over his heartbeat.

“Glad you married me?” he whispered into your hair, catching a whiff of your expensive shampoo, the familiar scent making him smile. “I’m the luckiest man alive. Night, Princess.”

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