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♡ — older boyfriend toji ! who never leaves you out of his sight when he’s around; rough, calloused hands touching any part of you they can, pressing firmly on your shoulder as he guides you away from anything he deems dangerous, possessive as they grip your wrist whenever he craves your attention, violent as they dig into the nape of your neck, cradling your face when he buries deep inside your soaking cunt in the privacy of your bedroom.

your very own guard dog, and he’d gladly lay his useless, pathetic life down for you. he’ll kneel between your legs and feast on the saints table, sacrilege be damned, because he’s never had anything as soft as you, has never deserved it, should’ve never had it in the first place, and he’s going to do it right, he’s going to take care of you.

he’s terrified of what he is against you. how he holds your thighs apart as his tongue licks between your folds, and leaves bruises even when he doesn’t mean to, even when you’re begging for more, reassuring him you want this, harder, rougher, even as he takes and takes, and takes, sucking greedily on your sensitive clit, fingers plunging your tight hole, your broken moans filling the empty void in his chest, surrounding him entirely, irrevocably.

toji wants to get fucking lost in you. wants you to render him unable to return to himself, whatever semblance has survived after a thousand forsaken deaths. he wants to tell you he’s never lost a fight, but he’s never won a goddamn thing either. he’s old, much older than you, and shouldn’t you be running for the fucking mountains? you should want nothing to do with someone like him—if you knew what’s good for you. if you cared.

but you don’t. and toji’s never been a good person, not decent, not kind—hell, some days he’s barely even considered human. he’s not going to start now. he’s keeping you, you’re not going anywhere.

♡ — older boyfriend toji ! that comes home soaked in blood that’s not his own, not a scratch suffered, and growls at the sight of you, so pure, so clean, so . . . untouched by the big bad world out there, and all he does to make sure it will never reach you, his sweet, gentle girl.

but the monster within rages. he wants to get you dirty, wants to fucking defile you, make you understand even a fraction of what’s going on inside, how ugly it is, how hollow and abandoned. possess her, it roars. make her like us. like you.

toji, standing at six-feet-God only knows, and freakishly massive opposed to you, nears you like a wild beast starving and takes your mouth for his own, tongue ripping your lips apart, crimson arms hauling you against his chest then traveling down, hooking under your ass and lifting, close to him, closer, closer, until you are him and he is you, and still not nearly fucking enough—

your back slams against concrete, and then his big hand curves around the shape of your jaw, holding you steady as he plunders and steals and does not let you breathe, his scent strong, mixed; copper, sweat and something dark, much darker than the thought of human blood on your boyfriend’s skin. on you.

you don’t pull away, no matter how scared you are. he needs something from you, and you’re going to give it to him. of course you will. but he’s unrelenting and his grip hurts.

still, you endure.

“open,” he squeezes your cheeks together and spits in your mouth, tongue shoving back in, interlocking with yours filthily. “good girl,” he praises darkly, irises blown out, blacker than tar.

you dare a question when his kisses trail down your neck. “d-did something happen?”

his hold tightens, cock coming alive underneath you. a sinister smile is forming against your skin, cruel and punishing, full of irony and fear. he could never hurt you. there’s not an ounce of him that would truly allow such a thing.

“you,” he replies defenselessly. “you fucking did.”

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pairing: geto suguru x fem! reader

this feels filthy.

this whole situation—being sprawled out on suguru’s bed, with the party still going downstairs and satoru banging on his door. it makes you feel dirty.

not only because your hand is muffling your own noises, but because suguru’s hand squeezes your neck just a bit tighter.

then his fingers move again.

shlick. shlick.

you gasp against your hand, a single tear sliding down your cheek and you refuse to lock eyes with him. the overwhelming feeling of getting stuffed by his fingers is making you feel dizzy and you try to move away from him, arching your body off of the mattress—only for his hand to leave your neck and push your hips down.

“uh-uh. where are you going?”

you throw your head back, moaning at how condescending he sounds. it shouldn’t turn you on so much, the way he’s treating you. it shouldn’t make slick drip down his fingers, or have your thighs trembling the way that they do.

you inhale sharply when his thumb grazes over your clit, and your hand goes from gripping the bed sheets to holding onto his forearm for dear life.

“n-no, no—“

he flicks your clit again, his hand squeezing your neck tighter and your thighs try to close around his hand.

“no?” he asks mockingly, his lips pressed against your ear. “you don’t wanna cum?”

he drags the question playfully, his thumb grazing over the sensitive nub again whilst his fingers push just a bit deeper into your pussy.

“not like t-this—“

BANG BANG BANG

“suguru? come on man! it’s your turn now!”

satoru’s voice doesn’t even snap you out of it like it did the first time, it doesn’t make you panic and reach for the covers to save what’s left of your dignity. suguru can tell that you’re so far gone from the fucked out look in your eyes, the stuttered inhales and the way your hand guides him to finger just a bit deeper.

“should I add another?” his teeth nibble at your earlobe, chuckling when you back up your hips as the palm of his hand grazes your clit.

“that’s a yes.”

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this isn't a question but please don't listen to the haters! i just found your account and your quickly becoming one of my favs!

hiii tysm this is so sweet! 🩷

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kill yourself pedo

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cw: smut, screaming, unprotected p in v, toji being..himself. 18+ mdni!

toji fushiguro likes to make his girls scream.

usually it’s no trouble—he’s pretty experienced in the bedroom, obviously. he’s got a record of thirty-two seconds he set a while ago, as terrible as it sounds.

but you—his pretty new girlfriend—are giving him some trouble.

it’s been almost an hour. he’d done everything—oral, different positions, even that thing with his fingers that’s sure to make someone scream. yet you’re quiet, clinging onto his neck, only sounds falling from your lips are small gasps and itty bitty moans.

for your first time together, toji wanted to take things slow— but it’s not good enough. so, toji switches it up yet again.

he manhandles you to flip over, shoving a pillow under you—something he’d read a while ago and had yet to try out. his hands push your knees into your chest, keeping you open, before sliding his cock back in painfully slow.

you don’t complain or make any noise again, you just rest your hands on his big shoulders and hold on. then toji begins—sliding all the way out and shoving his length right back in.

that elicits the first loud moan you’d given him. if he didn’t know any better, toji would’ve thought he’d been doing a bad job this whole time.

and he thrusts again, slow, yet hard, punctuating each thrust with a sharp stop. you go quiet again, closing your eyes and focusing on the sensation of him—and he hits it.

“oh fuck.”

your voice comes out trembling, a little whiny, yet nothing close to a scream. toji picks up his pace, thrusts still calculated and mean. he hits your g-spot so accurately and aggressive, the sensation bubbling up inside you quickly.

toji sees it, heightened senses be damned, his eyes locking onto your expression. you’re biting your lip, squeezing your eyes shut, digging your nails into his shoulder. you’re like a balloon about to pop, pumped too full you can’t help what comes out of your mouth.

“fuck! fuck you!” you scream, eyes shooting open wide when toji penetrates your g-spot again, rudely.

“aw, that ain’t nice, baby,” toji coos, knowing you don’t mean any harm in your yelling.

you’re just overwhelmed by pleasure, he gets it—toji knows he’s good. he can feel your thighs trembling, your cunt spasming around him every time he hits that sacred spot so deep inside you.

“oh my god—ugh—shit!” curse after curse falls from your lips, only causing toji’s grin to get wider and wider. your moans aren’t pretty in any sense—each noise is ugly and visceral and raw.

toji is eating it up.

“let it out,” he rasps with a laugh, angling his hips to pound even harder into your tight walls.

your fist clenches together and you bang the side of it on toji’s hard bicep. he doesn’t stop, not even after all your exclamations and yelling, because he knows you don’t want him to.

toji doesn’t want to, either—he won’t be satisfied until you lose your voice.

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୨୧﹕fem!reader, meg trying to find ur gspot

megumi’s fucking relentless when he wants to be.

you didn’t expect it—not from him. cool, quiet, closed-off. the kind of guy who mumbles through compliments, blushes if you so much as kiss his neck. but now? now he’s behind you on the bed, hands tight on your hips, chest damp with sweat, cock driving into your cunt at angles so precise it’s like he’s mapping you out with surgical intent.

except he hasn’t hit it yet.

he’s trying.

you can feel it in the way he keeps adjusting—sliding one knee forward, shifting your legs apart, reaching up to cup your tit while his other hand angles your hips higher. every thrust is different. measured. focused. calculated. he’s testing your body like a theory, chasing something he knows is there.

but you’re dazed.

whimpering, breathless, soaked and shaking, confused as fuck because every time you think he’s found it—fuck—he misses by a hair. it’s so close. the pleasure is blinding, but something inside is pulsing, begging, like a button he just hasn’t pushed yet.

he groans low behind you, voice hoarse and frustrated. “it’s in here,” he pants, like he’s talking to himself more than you. “i know it is—fuck, why can’t i—”

you mewl his name, back arching, your hands clawing at the sheets. “m-megumi, what—what’re you—f-fuck—”

“trying something,” he growls, and then—

then he grabs your hips, strong and firm, and lifts them slightly, angling your ass higher, tipping your pelvis up, bringing your cunt closer to him, tighter. he shifts forward, sinks deeper—

and hits it.

“fuck—!”

you scream. not a cute moan. not a gasp. a full-bodied, throat-shredding scream as your body convulses. your hands slap the mattress. your legs kick. your mouth falls open with a sob as something detonates inside you, pressure exploding.

then you squirt.

not a little trickle. not some delicate drip.

it gushes—loud, wet, uncontrollable—as megumi’s cock hits your g-spot dead-on and stays there, grinding into it while his grip on your hips keeps you locked in place.

his eyes widen, blown black, and he chokes out a groan that sounds like it’s dragged from the bottom of his lungs. “holy fuck—” his cock twitches hard inside you. “you—fucking squirted—”

you can’t speak. your voice is gone. your entire body is shaking, twitching under him, cunt spasming uncontrollably around his cock as slick pours out of you, soaking his thighs, the bed, everything.

“shit,” he pants, hips slamming forward again—same angle, same brutal grind—and you scream again, body lurching, nails digging into the mattress.

“you like that?” he hisses, his rhythm suddenly unhinged, frantic, chasing that spot with every thrust now. “that’s it, right there—fuck, i found it—look at you, fucking soaking me—”

“c-can’t—too much—megumi—!”

he doesn’t stop. not when you gush again, not when you sob and scream, not even when your legs shake like they might give out from under you. he holds you up, keeps that perfect angle, pounds your g-spot like it’s his fucking mission.

“you’re gonna cum like this,” he growls. “you’re gonna squirt all over me again. i want it. need it. give it to me.”

you break.

you cum harder than you ever have in your life, squirting again with a scream as your body collapses under him, mind blank, voice wrecked, thighs sticky and trembling.

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chat if i lose my 50/50 let’s hope it’s to dehya

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smut, 18+, mdni

nasty!toji who spits on your pussy while eating you out just to watch it slide down your puffy folds until it dips to your entrance. shoving his tongue inside your hole and fucking his saliva deeper inside, chuckling against you when he feels you clench around his hot tongue. “you like that, sweetheart?” words hot and thick against your sticky cunt.

toji gets impatient with not having an answer and pulls away just to spank your pussy. “asked you a question,” he barks in a sharp tone, catching your attention. you immediately squeal, voice breaking with a “y-yes! oh god, i love it, toji!” you can barely make out a muffled, “good girl” before he’s spreading your folds open wide, watching as you blossom pink and flushed for him before licking up your slit and sucking your clit directly into his mouth.

nasty!toji who lets his tongue wander when he’s going down on you, slipping inside your ass and feeling your pussy clench around his fingers that are still stuffing your cunt full. “quit squirmin’, mama,” he pulls his fingers out, coated in your slick, just to meanly slap your pussy twice before spreading your thighs further.

his tongue licking around your puckered hole, the one no one’s touched, “gonna let me be your first doll? want me to fill you up the way no man ever has?” his voice deep and rough, eyes flaring with something possessive, getting off on corrupting you.

nasty!toji who fucks you hard just to see you squirt on his chest. his thrusts are nothing short of cruel, swollen tip pushing against your abused g spot over and over again. you feel the pressure building, your thighs threatening to close from the intense feeling but toji won’t have it.

no, his calloused palms are shoving your legs apart and driving his hips even harder into the same spot. you try to warn him, voice wavering with each rough crash of his pelvis against your ass, but he only presses his hand down on your lower stomach, amplifying the sensation until you finally spray.

his chest is glistening from your gushing pussy and you feel a wave of embarrassment knowing you’re the direct cause for the sheen on his abs. before you can think too much about it, toji’s pulling out and diving face first into your cunt.

he licks at your folds, thumb rubbing harsh circles into your clit as your juices continue to flood his face despite you trying your hardest to make it stop. he runs his face back and forth across your silky skin and groans hoarsely, basking in your taste as he shoves his tongue inside your pussy.

“toji!! s’ too much—fuck!” you cry out, muscles giving out as you try to push his head away. he pulls his head back only to spit on your pussy, giving her two more rushed licks before sitting up on his knees once more, stroking his cock and fucking you right back in the same rhythm, a dirty combination of slick and squirt decorating the lower half of his face, coating his lips and that damn scar you love so much.

nasty!toji who fucks you in missionary just to watch you cry. the way he rams his cock into you is nothing short of mean, his eyes half lidded in lust and his fingers intertwined with your own as he holds them above your head. you’re rendered helpless, forced to take every rough thrust of his hips even when it’s too much. your cunt begins clenching around him too tight, the slight pain that the stretch of his fat cock gives you growing more intense with each relentless thrust.

you can’t even help the big tears welling up in your lash line or your bottom lip quivering as you begin to pout at him. “t-toji, it’s too deep. fuck, you’re too deep!” you begin to whine out, head turning back and forth against the plush pillow, body being run for all its worth and feeling the twitches throughout your frame in an unfamiliar pattern—you’re at your limit. and he’s still not through.

“just gotta make sure i get all of it, you know this, ma,” his nose is dragging along the column of your throat, his balls slapping wetly against your ass as he ensures every inch of his cock is snug inside your overstimulated pussy. your eyes shut and the tears begin to fall, your heels digging into the dip of his spine to pull him even deeper, body conflicting itself and somehow still begging for more.

“there she is, that’s—shit—that’s my good girl,” he praises once he feels you pulling him in even closer, head pulling back to look you in the eyes before flattening his tongue against your jaw, licking all the way up your cheek and savoring the salty taste of your tears.

“taste so sweet when you’re cryin’ for it. this poor little pussy can’t get enough even with all your whinin’,” his words are punctuated with a rumbly chuckle before he begins lapping at the opposite side of your face. his wet tongue moves slowly across your skin, the humiliation causing soft sobs to fall from your swollen lips but his hips never stop moving. his leaky tip rams against your cervix with each thrust while he presses a wet kiss to the corner of your eye. “so pretty when you cry, just makes me wanna fuck a baby into ‘ya.”

nasty!toji who can’t help himself from eating his own cum out of your pussy. he’d long since lost count of how many times he felt your cunt flutter around him, coming over and over from his insatiable desire to fuck you for all he’s worth. he didn’t give you time to recover after an orgasm, and if you’re honest, you can’t be sure you can tell the difference between one ending and the next one washing over your overstimulated body.

toji had inhumane stamina and sex happened to be one of the places it showcases the best. he can go for hours, never getting bored of your broken moans ringing through his ears or that frothy ring of your cum that coats the base of his dick. but when he does finally come, it doesn’t mean he’s anywhere close to being done with you.

nasty!toji fills you with so much of his cum that it can’t possibly all fit inside of your poor, abused pussy. it spills out even with him still driving his hips forward to push it deeper, making a mess of your thighs and his heavy balls as it overflows. toji simply doesn’t care and groans out in a raspy tone as he feels his orgasm last longer than normal, his cock somehow still filling you with more of his hot, sticky load.

when he eventually pulls out, he’s immediately dropping to his stomach and pushing the backs of your thighs towards your chest. you’ve never looked so messy before, he’s sure of it, as he licks up the thick stream of white pouring out of your sloppy folds. his eyes shut as he revels in the taste of your combined cum, bumping your clit with his nose while his tongue laps at your quivering entrance as he cleans up the mess he made of you.

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Not Just Anybody | baby daddy!sukuna x f!reader

summary: things between you and sukuna are sailing smoothly for once. the question is, will you be able to keep it up while traveling with him?

genre/warnings: hidden child trope, ex-fwb to co-parents to lovers, horrible communication, angst, fluff, smut

notes: no notes today! enjoy the read <3

m.list | part seven | part eight | part nine

“How’s everything been at home for you?” Kento asks, starting the session off with the usual question. 

“Good,” Sukuna says. “Steady.”

“Glad to hear that,” the therapist responds. He means it too, the shitshow that Sukuna calls his life is just now finally starting to settle down. “And your relationship with Sayomi’s mother, are you two getting along? Do you feel like you’re getting the communication you need from her?”

“Yeah, actually.” He rubs the stubble along his jaw while he recalls the last two weeks. 

There’s been some bickering here and there, but that’s normal for you two at this point. He’s able to successfully stop it by just flirting with you. Unconventional, but it works. Not like he doesn’t mean when he tells you how good you look in a certain outfit. You can act annoyed about it all you want, but he sees the way you struggle to keep yourself from smiling. 

The biggest thing that’s happened since his last appointment was you voicing out the insecurities you had back then, which was a shock in more ways than just one.

For starters, he didn’t even try to pry it out of you, you said it randomly over dinner, after he casually mentioned how much traveling you both were gonna have to do. 

He agreed with you, that you were not only wrong about him, but also slightly delusional over believing that you’d be able to hide from him– not that he actually said it. You looked pretty guilty while admitting those things as. He also doesn’t like seeing you that way, so he just listened while you said your peace.

You’re nice to him for the most part, but you’ve been putting in more effort to show him that you appreciate having him around, rather than just keeping the thought to yourself. They’re not grand gestures by any means, but they still matter to him more than you’d know. 

Surprising him with a packed lunch on the days you sleep over at one another’s homes. Getting him a little something-something when you’re out shopping. You even made a quick video montage of him and Sayomi, which just melted his heart— even Kento couldn’t help but smile at that. 

It took everything in him to not come up with a plan to fuck you once Yomi went down for bed, but he promised himself that the next time you two would get intimate, it’d be you initiating things. 

He kissed you right after though, it was sweet. Neither of you pulled away until Sayomi got a glimpse of the treachery and smacked him for touching her mother, giving him a death glare right after. 

Kento laughs, “yeah, kids will do that.”

No, Sukuna didn’t mention the part where he had to hold himself back, he tells him enough and he’s sure the therapist would agree to that. 

“And you’re leaving next week, right?” the therapist asks. 

“Mhm,” Sukuna nods, “on the 15th.”

“Alright,” Kento finishes taking some final notes, “I’ll have my receptionist email you a list of the dates I’m available for video appointments.”

“Sounds good.”

—

“Ugh, why does she have five, six, seven– eight pairs of white sneakers,” you throw your head back and groan, as if you weren’t the one who bought all the shoes for Yomi.

“You’re the one who’s got a shopping problem when it comes to her,” Sukuna lets out a low laugh, taking the words right out of your mouth. 

You shoot him a glare before looking over the closet as a whole, a baby should not have a closet as packed as this, yet here you are. It’s not even messy! She just has too much stuff at this point.

Sukuna was here to help of course, not that he wouldn’t be. He would’ve been here regardless of you asking for help, any excuse to see you and his daughter. But still, looking at all there is yet to pack makes you panic, especially knowing that you’d have to get to your luggage next. 

Sukuna instantly notices by the way you space out and look like you forget how to breathe.

“Hey, look at me.” He cups your cheeks and tilts your head up. There’s nothing but warmth in his voice, even with the low chuckle that comes out of him as he watches you try to calm yourself. “You used to travel all the time to come see me, what’s gotten into you now?” 

You sigh and nudge your head towards where Sayomi’s playing, “her.”

“What are you talking about? Yomi’s an angel,” he says, there’s a tinge of defensiveness in his voice. Of course there is. He’d cover up her murders then take her out to lunch right after if she ever grew up to be a serial killer.

“Not her, but just like… how she’ll react to everything,” you try to explain. “There’s always been so much structure in her life and now she’s going on a plane for the first time, she’ll be in different hotel suites, dealing with time changes. And you and I both know that she’s not always an angel, what if she doesn’t like any of the nannies?” 

Like Sukuna would ever care about that, he likes that his kid has a sense of stranger danger. One can never be too trusting and he’s glad Yomi’s growing up to only like a select few. 

“Then we hire a new one,” he snorts, throwing two pairs of the white shoes you counted into the luggage without a second thought.

Making parenting look easy, once again.

“Oh god, and what if she cries the entire flight?” you continue to panic, “we’re going to be those parents.”

He scoffs, “if somebody says anything about her crying, I promise you they’re gonna have to turn that fucking plane around.”

“That makes me even more nervous,” you frown at him. 

He frowns back at you, mockingly. “Wanna know what I think?”

“No.”

He pauses for a moment, slightly offended. “I’m gonna say it anyways— you’re thinking too much into it. How about just leave the rest of the packing to me?”

“Do you even know what to pack?” You hesitantly ask. 

“Probably,” he mutters, as unserious as ever. “I’ll make a list of what I packed and you can look through it once I’m done.”

“Okay, fine,” you give in. “Make sure to pack everything neatly too.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, waving you off. “Get out of here and go relax— maybe take a xanax while you’re at it too.”

“What’d you say?”

“Nothing.”

On the bright side, you successfully weaned off Sayomi from breastfeeding two weeks ago. Just on time given how you leave in 5 days. You never thought you’d see the day where she would ask for her baba, yet she does with a smile on her face twice a day. 

While it was the best week of your life, it was the worst for Sukuna. You took his offer of taking over night duties to soothe Yomi’s cries after realizing she wasn’t going to get the boob. He was so close to just asking you to do it for one night, but some higher being finally granted him the wish of a full night's rest when Sayomi easily went down for bed the very next day. 

—

The day spent traveling and the flight itself turned out to be so much better than you had anticipated. Sukuna made sure of that— from the private lounge you waited in, to the first class cabin. To no one’s surprise, your daughter cried for a good 30 minutes after take off because her little ears hurt, to the point where she could be heard even if you slid the door shut. Nobody said anything though, you always forget how intimidating Sukuna’s looks are. 

Australia was the first country you’d be staying in. The hot and humid weather was quick to hit you the moment you stepped off the plane, and continued to cling on to you until you reached the air conditioned SUV that took you to the hotel you’d be calling home for the next week. 

And if the air cabin wasn’t impressive enough, there was the 4 bedroom suite you’d be staying in. One room for each of you, though Sukuna tried his best to get you to share a room with him— kept coming up with excuses like the possibility of getting homesick, and how waking up to your tits pressed up against him was the cure for it. 

He doesn’t even try to put logic into his excuses anymore and hopes his charm would do it. While you’d admit that his willingness to wear his heart on his sleeve was charming, it wasn’t going to happen. 

The fourth room was yours and yours only. The only thing that was in there was a desk, chair, and a floor to ceiling window to look at whenever you needed to look away from your laptop screen. Ocean view and everything— this’ll probably be one of the nicer suites you’ll stay in for the next couple of months.

Sukuna comes walking into your temporary office with Sayomi in his arms, while she babbles away about the little stuffed bunny she has in her hands. 

“What do you think?” He asks, watching you look out the window. The weather was nice, you hope it stays this way so you could take Yomi to the beach at least once during your stay. 

“I like it,” you say with a smile. “It’s perfect.”

“Better be,” he chuckles. “I went head to head with some big shot executive for this suite, I even gave the manager free tickets to the game for his entire family.”

“And what’d your manager have to say about that,” you ask, trying to not show too much concern over how easy it is for the father of your child to bribe people. 

“Nothin’,” he shrugs, “he just laughed.” 

Anything to keep the star player happy, apparently. 

“Well that’s… good,” you say with a tinge of hesitance, before changing the subject entirely– food. Your stomach has growled more times than you’d like since landing. “Is there a restaurant nearby or were we doing room service?”

“Up to you. There’s a rooftop restaurant here that you might like, it’s supposed to be family friendly.”

“Okay, let me just get dressed,” you’re quick to say, immediately making your way to your room. Sukuna absentmindedly follows you, like a lost puppy almost. You don’t really notice until you find an outfit from your luggage that you like. 

“Sukuna.” You have to snap your fingers to grab his attention.

“Hm?”

“Do you mind?”

It takes him a second to get what you mean by that, then he scoffs. “You act like we’ve never seen you naked before— she literally came out of you.”

“No shit,” you flatly respond, “now get out.”

—

“Dada.”

You look over at your daughter, who has a plate full of the same exact food her father has, but her eyes are zeroed in on his plate instead. Can’t blame her though, it was risotto— even you couldn’t resist stealing some off of Sukuna’s plate. 

He threatened you the first time you did it. You did it again. He did nothing that second time but move his plate closer towards him, acting a little too over-protective of it for a man as grown as him. And now he’s pretending like he can’t hear Yomi, who’s growing frustrated at her father who always shares his food with her. 

“Dada.”

The drop in her tone makes him finally turn his head towards her. Her little brows are furrowed together and she’s looking at him like he owes her money. What a fucking monster, he thinks for once. Jin was right, kids always want what their parents have.

“Can I help you?” he finally gives in and says. It takes everything in you not to laugh at the way he answered a baby like that, so casually too.

“Yomi food?” She asks, pointing at his plate. 

“No,” he points back at her plate, “this is your food.”

“Mmm no,” she simply disagrees, pointing at his plate again. “Yomi food.”

It’s not even a question now, it’s a demand. He has no backbone when it comes to her, and lets out a disappointed sigh because of it. He grabs her plate and dumps her food on to his, might as well since they’re the same exact fucking dish. 

“C’mon, up,” he says, getting out of his seat. To no one’s surprise, she listens and lifts her arms up so he can take her out of the highchair. She ends up being sat on his lap, where they take turns taking bites. He notices you smiling at him and glares at you, “she only did this because she saw you taking spoonfuls of rice off my plate.”

You burst out laughing at his pain, “I didn’t think she’d stake her own claim over your food afterwards.”

“Well she did, and it’s all your fault,” he grumbles, “greedy like her mother. You walked so she could run— or however the fuck they say it.”

“No, you got it.”

“Fuck you,” he aggressively mouthes, not wanting Sayomi to hear him and copy him.

“Anytime,” you say, before taking a sip of your wine. 

“Wait,” he covers her ears, “really?”

“No,” you laugh and nod at his plate, “finish your food.” 

The rest of the evening goes as smoothly as the entire day— ending it with another glass of wine in the living room, and talking about his training schedule for the rest of the week. Sayomi falls asleep in your arms somewhere around that time, only making it known to you and Sukuna when you hear her light snores in between the small pauses.

There’s something about hearing the sound of you two talking that puts the girl to sleep. You’re not sure if it’s out of boredom or from the comfort of familiarity.

Sukuna’s not supposed to be drinking too much right now, so he opted for a beer, lazily sitting back in the loveseat, right next to the sofa you made yourself comfortable on. 

“Did you figure out where you wanted to sit during the game?” 

“Nope,” you sigh. 

The media’s a bitch and so are strangers on the internet. It wouldn’t take much time to figure out who you are once the sports reporters catch a glimpse of the baby with pink hair and a woman close to Sukuna’s age sitting in the front row. They’d have a field day with it and hound Sukuna with even more questions about his personal life during the next press conference. 

“Do you mind if we watch from the private room for now?”

“Of course not,” he softly says, “there’s 15 more games after this one. You don’t have to sit front row at all if you don’t want to.”

“I know, but I still wanna watch.”

“Do you even know what to watch?” he says teasingly, nudging your foot with his. 

“Of course I do,” you chirp out, “I just follow whoever has the beefiest thighs and hope your team wins.”

“Nevermind,” he says almost immediately, “you’re staying in that private room.”

You laugh at the way he slightly pouts, “I’m just kidding!”

“Nope– don’t wanna hear it,” he holds a hand out, hoping it’d stop you from adding even more emotional damage. “I don’t even know why you’re still up right now, thought you had work in the morning.”

“Don’t you have training in the morning too?”

“Touché,” he chuckles, then takes one last swig of his beer. He leans forward and takes a look at his daughter with the certain fondness only a handful have ever seen. It’s another reason why you continue to push back on going public— little moments like this deserve to be kept away from the public eye. 

“Here— let me put her in the crib,” he says in a low tone, giving you a chance to do your little skincare routine. 

You waste no time taking him up on his offer, supporting her head and neck while placing her into his arms. She fusses a little, but immediately goes back to sleep when he begins to shush her softly. 

Later as you start to doze off in bed, you hear your door creak open. It’s followed by a deep yawn that could only come from one person. It’s not too long until you feel the other side of the bed dip down. You’re so sleepy you don’t even open your eyes when deciding to speak up.

“What are you doing?” you mumble irritatedly. 

“Nothing,” he murmurs, already slipping under the covers. “Turn around.”

“For what?” 

He grouchily clicks his tongue after you ask, as if he wasn’t the one imposing in on your personal space, “just turn around.” 

The only pushback he receives afterwards is an annoyed sigh as you actually listen to him for once and turn over. From there he snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you in, closing whatever space is left between you two. He even finds the audacity to slot a leg in between yours, locking you into his hold.

“Kay’ go back to sleep,” he mutters into the back of your neck. “M’tired.”

He’s more gentle than usual, but as warm as always. Only he could set your nerves on fire, then put them out just moments later. Not much has happened between you two since the night you slept together, only a few stolen kisses from him here and there, yet nothing felt more natural than this. You don’t know if it’s from all the time you spend together or if you’re finally allowing yourself to be vulnerable around him, for once in all the time you’ve known each other. 

It’s not like he made it hard, not in the last couple months at least. 

“Fine,” you cave in— not like you put up much of a fight in the first place. You finally, yet silently, admit to yourself that it’s nice being held by him, it always has been. “G’night Sukuna.”

You can feel him smiling at his little victory against your skin, right before pressing a kiss on your shoulder, then shifting just a little more to get comfortable. 

“Night sweetheart.” 

—

The next five days aren’t anything eventful. All you did was work while Sukuna was away for training, except instead of working for eight hours like Sukuna, you worked for five. The nanny must’ve loved it, working shorter days but getting paid for the full forty hours she was contracted to work for. 

And Sayomi was Sayomi. While you and Sukuna thought the nanny was great, your daughter was indifferent with her and ignored her half the time unless it was time for her lunch or if she wanted a snack. You told Sukuna all about it on the third day and all he did was just laugh, then smothered her with affection when he got home. 

The most eventful day of your week is today, you and Sayomi get to finally watch his game. Crazy to think how a year ago today, she was just a few months old. You were so stressed out from running a new business and you decided to make it worse by watching his first game of the season online. 

That didn’t end so well, the combination of seeing his face along with the postpartum hormones was the perfect combination for eating ice cream and crying yourself to sleep. 

Now here you are— securities escorting you and that same newborn into the private viewing room where a lot of the players' loved ones stay in, for the same privacy reasons as you. Sukuna had already introduced you to the entire team and some of the wives and girlfriends. Instead of spending this time being nervous and introducing yourself, you get to just relax and do some small talk here and there. 

They were all excited to see you and Yomi again, especially Marjorie, who’s been married to one of Sukuna’s teammates for almost ten years. She is a self-proclaimed, certified auntie, which means she doesn’t want kids of her own, but loves having them around… because she can just hand them right back to their parents when she’s over it. 

Must be nice Marjorie, must be fuckin’ nice. But you respect it. 

The game lasts a little under two hours, way quicker than you thought it’d be. Sukuna was right, you knew nothing about rugby, other than it was just a bunch of men running around in short shorts. You keep that last part to yourself though, he tends to get jealous when you make comments like that and can’t hide it for the life of him. 

“Hey!” Marjorie catches you right before you’re about to leave. “We’re all supposed to go to the club later to celebrate the win. You’re gonna be there right? Ren said Sukuna was supposed to come, but he wasn’t sure.”

“Yeah he mentioned it. I’m not sure if I wanna go to one tonight though. Having to work while getting used to the time change has me drained.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you were still working. No pressure, babe. Some of us are going to one of the more secluded beaches tomorrow too if the three of you want to join. I’m sure Yomi would like it.”

You look at her on your hip and lightly pinch her cheek. “I’m sure she would too. Yeah, we could do that! Text me the details?”

“Yeah of course,” she smiles. “See you tomorrow, rest up!”

“I will!”

—

Sukuna had to attend a sports conference after the game, so he came back to the suite a couple hours after you did. By then he was starving, that much was known when he sent you a botched text message on his way back. 

Sukuna: fuxkcin hunegry order fod

Sukuna: pls

You: okay

Sukuna: Sukuna loved “okay”.

You didn’t even try to correct him or make fun of him. He gets this hollow look in his eyes when he’s that hungry and you just feel bad for him. You ordered him a burger, with an extra patty on the side for more protein. He didn’t even greet you when he came blazing in through the doors, he just went straight to the counter and started shoving food into his mouth as if he hadn’t eaten in days. 

Sayomi was taking a nap and missed the five minute timeframe he scarfed down his food. You don’t know who got luckier, maybe Sayomi. With the way that he was, there was no way in hell he was sharing. No amount of crying or begging would’ve pried that burger out of his hands. 

“Half of the team’s going out to the club tonight, did you wanna go?” He asks, washing the burger grease off his hands. 

“Not really. Marjorie invited me, but I don’t really want to be in a space like that right now. You can go if you want to though, I don’t mind taking over night duty.”

“Nah,” he says without hesitation, drying his hands off with a rag, then facing you. “Would you uhh– still be down to go out, just the two of us? The nannies are on call, we can slip out for a bit.” 

“And do what?” you laugh. “You just ate.”

“I can eat more,” he smirks at you. “There’s other stuff too. We can go to a casino, go to a night market, I could probably get us last minute tickets to the Opera House.”

“The Opera House?” you ask, raising a brow. 

“Alright maybe not that,” he corrects himself, “I’m just listing stuff off the top of my head. We can even just get ice cream and walk around for a bit if you don’t wanna be gone for too long.”

“Ice cream does sound fun,” you hum. “Okay fine, I’ll go get dressed.”

“Atta girl,” he says, looking quite pleased with himself. “I’ll call the nanny.”

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[makismei]

im like if someone who had a fetish for being helpless was also a control freak

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toji pulls out mid backshot to eat it btw😛

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WHEN NEED TAKES OVER —

synopsis — a lonely, restless night leaves you aching for your boyfriend, your frustration spilling over into something desperate and filthy—you find yourself rutting against his pillow. what happens when he catches you mid act?

warnings — dubcon, degradation/humiliation, rough sex, overstimulation, objectification, mild somno,

you’re not even sure when it got this bad. one minute it was just another late night—lonely, restless, and frustrated. you missed your boyfriend, missed the weight of his body, the sound of his voice, the rough scrape of his stubble against your skin. so, like anyone might in a weak moment, your hand slipped beneath the hem of your shorts, fingertips brushing over heated skin in a desperate attempt to chase some kind of relief. but it wasn’t enough.

It never is when it isn’t him.

now here you are—hips rocking shamelessly against the curve of his pillow, the one that still smells faintly like him. your breaths come in soft, needy pants, face flushed as you grind down harder, chasing the friction, the illusion that he’s here with you. there’s a twisted ache in your chest, a knot of shame tangled in with the pleasure. you feel a little sick—what kind of person does this? but you tell yourself it’s fine. It’s harmless. he won’t know. you’ll wash the pillowcase afterward, like it never happened.

a whimper escapes your lips as your hips move faster, your thoughts completely consumed by him—by the warmth of his hands, the low timber of his voice murmuring against your ear. and just like that, as if summoned by your desperation, a deep, amused chuckle cuts through the haze.

you freeze.

your entire body stiffens as your head snaps toward the doorway, dread crashing into you like a wave of ice water.

toji stands there, broad-shouldered and calm, leaning against the doorframe with a look that’s somewhere between amusement and something darker, unreadable. his eyes flick from you to the pillow, then back again.

you scramble off the bed like you’ve been caught committing a crime, cheeks flaming, heart slamming in your chest in a rhythm that drowns out everything else.

“shit—w-when did you come in?” you stammer, voice trembling as your hands fumble to straighten your clothes, as if that could erase what he just saw.

toji doesn’t move from the doorway. he just watches you with that infuriating half-smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, arms folded lazily across his chest like he’s settling in to enjoy the show.

“damn,” he drawls, voice low and gravelly. “didn’t know my girl missed me that bad.”

you look away, mortified, trying to avoid his gaze, but he pushes off the doorframe and strolls in slow and deliberate, his heavy steps sinking into the carpet like a predator closing in. his eyes drag over you—messy hair, flushed face, trembling thighs still pressed together like you’re hoping to smother the heat radiating off your body.

“was that my pillow you were fuckin’ yourself on?” he asks, like it’s the most casual question in the world. “kinda sweet, in a filthy little way.”

“toji, shut up,” you mumble, your voice tight with humiliation. you grab the pillow and try to hide it behind you, but he’s already at the edge of the bed, watching every move you make like you’re something worth savoring.

he cocks his head slightly, grinning now. “Nah, don’t get shy now. you were moanin’ like I was right here. you gonna tell me what you were thinking about?” he leans down, close enough that his breath grazes your cheek. “was it my mouth? my fingers? or just my cock makin’ you that messy?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, legs pressing tighter together as your body betrays you all over again with a sharp pulse of heat.

he laughs, soft and cruel, and brushes a thumb along your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“look at you. cute little thing all worked up without me.” he presses in closer, his voice dipping just above a whisper. “next time, maybe ask for help before you start fuckin’ my stuff.”

then his hand slides slowly down your thigh, his touch maddeningly light. “or better yet—why don’t you show me what you were doing before I walked in? I wanna see how desperate you really were.”

your breath catches as his hand settles on your thigh, warm and heavy. you should stop this—should protest, or at least reclaim some sliver of dignity—but your body is already betraying you, knees parting slightly as if inviting him in.

toji notices. of course he does.

“there she is,” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction. his fingers slide higher, dragging the hem of your shorts with them. “could’ve told me you were this needy. I’d’ve left the meeting early.”

you bite your lip, trying not to whimper when his knuckles graze over the soaked fabric of your panties. he lets out a low whistle, clearly amused.

“fuckin’ soaked, baby. all from a pillow?” he presses down just enough to make your hips twitch. “or was that just from thinkin’ about me?”

your voice is barely a whisper. “you.”

“damn right.”

he slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, slow and deliberate like he’s savoring every second of your unraveling. you gasp when he finally touches you, his fingers sliding through your slick folds with infuriating ease.

“so wet already,” he mutters, almost to himself. “could probably slide right in, huh?” he leans in, his lips brushing your ear. “but you don’t get that yet. not till I see exactly what you were doing.”

you blink, flustered. “w-what?”

he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his grin wicked. “you heard me. get back on that pillow.”

your mouth falls open in shock, but his fingers tighten around your thigh in a way that makes you throb all over again.

“c’mon,” he says, coaxing but firm. “be a good girl. show me how pathetic you were for me.”

shaking but burning with want, you shift back onto the pillow. it’s humiliating—more so with him watching, arms crossed and eyes dark with hunger—but your body obeys before your pride can protest. you start to move your hips again, slower this time, aware of his gaze drinking in every little stutter, every gasp.

“atta girl ” toji murmurs, voice rough. “look at you. fuckin’ yourself on my pillow like a bitch in heat.”

you let out a broken sound, face burning.

he steps closer, crouching beside the bed now, one hand reaching out to trail lazy circles around your swollen clit. “bet this is what you really wanted. wanted me to find you like this right?”

your rhythm stutters, your moans coming faster now, higher.

“keep goin’,” he commands, his voice low and firm. “don’t stop till I say.”

his fingers slip lower again, pressing inside you this time—just two, thick and deep. you arch with a strangled cry, grinding harder, chasing it.

“there you go,” he breathes. “so damn greedy. you gonna cum for me like this? humpin’ a pillow like a little slut?”

you nod frantically, tears brimming as the pleasure builds, sharp and overwhelming. you’re close—so close—and with one more thrust of his fingers, his mouth suddenly at your neck, teeth scraping your skin—

you shatter.

your body trembles violently, hips jerking, mouth falling open around a silent cry. toji holds you through it, fingers fucking you through the aftershocks, his breath hot and heavy against your cheek.

“fuck,” he growls. “you came that hard from this?” he laughs, deep and satisfied. “you’re worse than I thought.”

you can barely breathe, collapsing onto the pillow you just defiled. he pulls his fingers free and slips them in his mouth without a second thought.

“guess I’ll be sleepin’ on the wet spot tonight,” he mutters, smug.

you barely have time to catch your breath before toji’s already pulling the pillow away from beneath you and tossing it aside, leaving you sprawled on the bed—legs shaking, skin flushed, underwear still clinging to your soaked core.

“up,” he orders, voice rougher now, threaded with the kind of hunger that makes your whole body tighten. “on the floor. knees.”

you shiver at the command but obey, limbs trembling as you slide off the bed and sink to your knees on the carpet. the room spins slightly—your orgasm still echoing through your body—but there’s something grounding in the sound of toji unbuckling his belt behind you. Heavy. Deliberate.

“hands on the floor. arch that back.” his voice is all gravel and heat.

you position yourself just like he said, ass up, head down, heart pounding so loud it drowns out everything else. you hear the rustle of his pants hitting the floor and feel him behind you—close, radiating heat and dominance like a second skin.

he kneels behind you, large hands gripping your hips, thumbs digging into your flesh.

“fuck. look at this pussy,” he growls, spreading you open with both hands. “still twitchin’. still fuckin’ drippin’ for me.”

you whimper, trying to rock your hips back into him, but he slaps your ass hard enough to make you jolt.

“don’t rush me,” he snaps, but there’s a smirk in his voice. “you got off already. now it’s my turn to take my time.”

he strokes himself once, twice, then lines up the thick head of his cock at your entrance, sliding it through your folds, teasing. not entering. just enough to make you sob in frustration.

“toji, please—”

“you had your fun with that pillow. now you’re gonna feel what you’ve been beggin’ for.”

then he thrusts in with one deep, brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

you cry out, fingers clawing into the carpet as your body clamps down around him, the stretch almost too much after how sensitive you already are.

he doesn’t stop to let you adjust.

toji starts fucking you hard right away—deep, punishing strokes that slap skin against skin and knock the breath out of your lungs. he grips your hips like he owns them, dragging you back onto his cock over and over, groaning under his breath.

“yeah. this is what you were missin’, huh?” he pants, slamming into you harder. “no fuckin’ pillow can make you feel like this.”

your eyes roll back, tears pricking as the pressure builds again way too fast—your body giving in to him completely.

“you gonna come again?” he taunts, voice wrecked and close to breaking. “you’re squeezin’ me like you’re already about to.”

you nod frantically, words gone, reduced to incoherent cries and helpless moans as his pace grows more erratic, hips slamming against your ass with every thrust.

“toji—fuck—I can’t—”

“yes you fuckin’ can,” he snarls, reaching around to rub your clit in tight circles. “cum on my cock, baby. let me feel you lose it.”

It hits you like a lightning strike—your entire body seizing as another orgasm tears through you, even more intense than the first. you scream his name, collapsing under the weight of it, twitching around him as he groans, his rhythm breaking.

toji pulls out just in time, stroking himself once before spilling hot across your lower back with a low, guttural moan. you can feel him panting behind you, both of you ruined and wrecked and breathless.

for a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of your mingled breathing and the hum of silence in the room.

then toji chuckles, deep and smug.

“next time you miss me, try pickin’ up the phone instead of fuckin’ my pillow,” he says, running a lazy hand down your spine. “but… I won’t lie. That was one hell of a welcome home.”

a/n — not proof read also this is my first fic like this

◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ lmkkk how i did!

[makismei]

Overstim them until their legs are kicking out and all their protests are just jumbles of “please please please please” so you just keep going until they’re limp and barely conscious before finally slipping inside them

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neuvillette is fine asf bro oh my days

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i have this hc where toji loves bothering you while you’re napping. not really in a disruptive way, he just gets the most insaneeee cuteness aggression when he sees you passed out, cuddling a pillow and drooling all over it.

he peppers kisses all over your face, cuddling you and cooing softly when you sleep talk. he loves how warm your skin feels (from the layers of blankets you sleep under) and even though he knows he’s like a furnace, he can’t help the urge to join you.

you make sleep look so enticing, like he absolutely has to join you—all without you saying a single word.

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toji taking your face in his big hands just so he can pepper you with kisses,, you're laughing and pushing at his chest and he refuses to let you go because he thinks you're being so stupidly cute

[makismei]

starting the day off with a million thoughts about getting fingered i am . so tired