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hunger of the flesh ╱ toji . 18+

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 when you light a forbidden candle, the demon tied to its name appears—towering, horned, and starving for the body that called him forth. but what he wants… isn’t your soul. it’s deeper. messier. raw. 〞

staring. incubus!toji x fem!reader

concept. drabble ⸻ 650+ words ; smut, supernatural

warning ! this work contains. nsfw themes/smut which means only people above the age of 18 can engage. smut: dubcon elements, size kink, rough sex, oral (m), fingering, creampie, overstimulation, blood pact, mild manhandling.

You shouldn’t have lit the candle.

The wax was black, the flame green. The grimoire had warned of temptation, of binding spirits not easily undone. And yet, the loneliness clawed deeper than fear.

“Did you call for me… little thing?”

The voice came from behind, low and rumbling, the syllables dragging like claws against silk. You turned—and saw him.

Not human. Not anymore.

Tall, broad, and entirely too built to be real. Eyes glowed crimson in the dark, fangs glinting with a grin too amused. Bare chest carved like sin, with shadows rippling over every scarred muscle. The dark horns curled from his head, long black hair brushing against tattooed skin. His lower half was hidden behind the smoke, but the heat rolling off him was suffocating.

“You’re Toji,” you whispered. “The name written in blood…”

“That’s what they call me.” He stepped forward, and with every move, your knees weakened. “And you said it—knowing what I am. You wanted something, didn’t you?”

You swallowed. Your body, traitorous and trembling, flushed with warmth. “I didn’t mean to—”

“You did,” he growled. “And now I’m starving.”

He was on you before you could run, pinning you against the floorboards, your back scraping the wood. His clawed hand held your wrists above your head, and he leaned in, scenting your neck like a beast.

“You smell delicious,” he purred. “So wet already. Fuck. I’ll ruin you.”

Your legs parted without your consent. The moment his fingers found the slick heat between them, you cried out.

“Sensitive little thing,” he smirked. “Beg me.”

“I—please—”

“Louder.”

“Please, Toji. I need—”

His mouth crashed onto yours, tongue forcing past your lips like he owned you. And maybe he did now. You summoned the devil, after all.

He moved fast, ruthless, stripping you with one hand like your clothes were paper. His mouth slid down your neck, sinking teeth just enough to make you gasp, dragging across your collarbones, over your chest. He bit the swell of your breast before sucking harshly on the peak, making your hips buck.

“So soft,” he growled, moving lower. “I’ll fuck you ‘til you cry.”

You didn’t doubt it. Especially not when you saw what he was hiding.

His cock hung thick between his legs, curved slightly upward, the tip already glistening. Your eyes widened.

“That won’t fit—”

Toji laughed. “It will. Might break you a little. But you’ll love it.”

Before you could object, he sank to his knees and shoved your thighs apart.

His mouth was fire and darkness.

He licked through your folds like he was starved, groaning against your pussy as if it was the first taste of heaven he'd ever had. His tongue circled your clit, slow at first, then faster—harder. One finger pushed in, then two, curling perfectly against that spot inside that made you scream.

You were shaking. Writhing.

“Toji—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Good. Cum for me.” His tongue didn’t stop. Neither did his fingers.

Your orgasm hit like a punch. You sobbed through it, back arching, tears slipping from your lashes.

“Fucking perfect,” he grunted, standing. “Now I fuck you.”

He didn’t give you time to breathe.

Lifting your hips like you weighed nothing, he aligned himself with your entrance—and shoved in.

You screamed. Half pain, half pleasure.

He was massive. You felt every vein, every inch dragging through your soaked walls.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he snarled, jaw clenched. “Gonna split you open.”

He did. With brutal, punishing thrusts. The kind that made your vision go white.

His hands bruised your hips, dragging you down on him again and again. Skin slapping. Moans echoing.

Your nails tore down his back, and he groaned, loving it.

“That’s it. Take it. Take all of me.”

“Toji—! I’m—again—”

“Cum,” he commanded. “Soak me.”

You did. Harder than before. Screaming his name.

His thrusts turned erratic.

“Fuck—you’re milking me—gonna fill you up—”

He sank deep, cock twitching.

You felt the heat bloom inside as he came, hips grinding down to the root.

He stayed there a moment, panting, watching you with those glowing red eyes.

“I’m not done,” he whispered. “You summoned an incubus, sweetheart.”

He smirked—dangerous and dark.

“I’ll fuck you ‘til dawn.”

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all works are NSFW and therefore minors should not be reading or interacting with these words of fiction.

✶ ⸻ one-shots/two-shots !

i. sweet enough ; toji. smut

✶ ⸻ headcanons !

i. A - Z smut ; sukuna

✶ ⸻ drabbles !

i. owned ; nanami. smut

ii. hunger of the flesh ; toji. smut

✶ ⸻ series !

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𝐀 𝐭𝐨 𝐙: 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

❝ Worship like he’s a god. Suffer like you’re his favorite toy. ❞

— an alphabet of depravity with Ryomen Sukuna

starring. sukuna x female reader

concept. headcanon ⸻ 700+ words

warning ! this work contains. nsfw themes/smut which means only people above the age of 18 can engage

A – Aftercare

Rough sex doesn’t mean no care. He won’t cuddle you, but he’ll wipe you down with a smirk, kiss your bruises, and force water down your throat like it’s a command, not concern.

B – Body Worship

His hands roam like a curse — devouring, gripping, branding. He loves making you feel small beneath him, every inch of your body taken, kissed, bitten, ruined.

C – Control

Sukuna is a sadist with a god complex. He decides when you come, how you beg, when you’re done — and you always beg.

D – Dirty Talk

Filthy. Brutal. Taunting.

“You’re nothing but a vessel for my pleasure.”

“Say it again—who do you belong to?”

E – Exhibitionism

He has no shame. Would finger you in a crowd just to watch your restraint crumble. Bonus if it’s somewhere sacred. He gets off on desecration.

F – Fucking Style

Vicious, unrelenting, deep. He doesn’t make love — he claims. He’ll hold you down, fold you up, fuck you into oblivion. He doesn’t stop until you’re boneless.

G – Gripping

Hands around your neck. Fingers deep in your hips. Teeth on your shoulder. You’re his canvas — bruises are his signature.

H – Hair-pulling

Especially when you’re on your knees. He yanks your head back with a fist in your hair, his voice gravel in your ear:

“Keep your eyes on me.”

I – Intensity

Eye contact that burns. Touches that leave you shaking. Sukuna fucks with purpose — to break you and rebuild you in his image.

J – Jealousy

He doesn’t get jealous. He gets possessive. One look, one touch from someone else and suddenly you’re being bent over, punished for tempting others.

K – Kinks

Breath play, degradation, power play, fear play, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, blood, rituals — he’s ancient and depraved. There’s nothing he hasn’t tried.

L – Lingerie

He tears it off. Every. Time. Doesn’t care how much it cost. If it’s black or red and lacy, though? He’ll keep it on just long enough to ruin it.

M – Marking

Bite marks, scratches, hickeys, runes carved with cursed energy into your thighs. His name, his claim, permanent and raw.

N – Noises

He’s a low growler. Grunts, snarls, the occasional mocking laugh when you’re squirming under him.

“You’re so fucking loud. You want them to hear you?”

O – Oral (Giving)

Face-fucking is more accurate. He uses your mouth like it’s a throne, one hand holding your head, the other on your throat — feeling himself down your neck.

P – Pet Names

“Brat.” “Whore.” “My little sacrifice.”

But when you’re good? “Sweet thing.” “Mine.” That rare softness drips with danger.

Q – Quickies

In alleyways, shrines, temples, battlefields. If he wants you, it’s happening. His hunger waits for no one.

R – Restraints

Cursed energy cuffs, ropes, even his own extra arms — he’ll bind you until you can’t move an inch, then make you beg to be touched.

S – Sensory Play

Blindfolds. Hot wax. Cold metal. Spells that amplify touch to unbearable levels. Every second becomes exquisite torment.

T – Toys

He doesn’t need them — he is the toy. But sometimes he’ll use plugs, vibes, or even cursed objects, just to remind you who owns your body.

U – Unholy Sex

Altar-fucking. Blood rituals. Sex that feels like a sacrament twisted into sin. Sukuna is divine desecration.

V – Voyeurism

He doesn’t care if people watch. Sometimes, he makes you watch yourself — mirrors, recordings, a clone standing back while the real him ruins you.

W – Worship

Not of you. By you. On your knees. Lips on every inch of him. Praying to the only god you’ll ever need.

X – X-Rated Details

He’s big — everywhere. Veiny, thick, mean. You feel him for days. And he knows it.

“Still leaking? Good. Let them see who fucked you like that.”

Y – Yearning

Sukuna doesn’t do love. But he does obsession. You’ll feel it in the way he watches you sleep — like a lion guarding its kill.

Z – Zero Mercy

Once you’re his, he won’t go easy. Even if you cry, scream, beg — it only fuels him more. There’s no safe word that can save you from Sukuna’s need.

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VIVIENNE ̲̅ ༺̲̅𖤓 * she // her ; 20 ; eng // 日本語 ; estd. 2025

— TABLE OF CONTENTS ;

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sweet enough ╱ toji . 18+

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 toji has always been the gruff, broad-shouldered single dad next door. You were never supposed to get involved. But when he shows up at your door late at night asking for sugar, you both know that’s not what he really came for. 〞

pairing: toji x fem!reader

genre: smut, neighbour!au ; wc: 1.9k

warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, dilf!toji, mild size kink, light roughness, breeding talk, toji in grey sweatpants (a warning itself)

You hear the knock at exactly 10:07 PM. Three slow taps. The same way he always knocks.

You open the door, already knowing who it is.

Toji stands there, shirtless—just grey sweatpants slung low on his hips, a faint line of sweat still clinging to his collarbone. “Didn’t mean to bother you,” he says. “But… you got sugar?”

You arch a brow. “Sugar.”

“Megumi wanted pancakes tomorrow.” His voice is gravel and sleep. “I was halfway into bed and remembered I used the last of it.”

“Sure,” you reply, stepping aside. “Come in.”

You expect him to wait at the door. He doesn’t. He walks in like he always does—big, broad, filling the room with his presence like gravity. The smell of sandalwood and something smokier follows him, something warm. Familiar.

You grab the sugar from your pantry. “Here.”

He takes it from your hands but doesn’t leave. He sets the bag on your counter instead and leans back, palms braced on the edge, flexing those thick arms just a little too easily.

“What’s the real reason you came over?” you ask quietly.

His mouth twitches into a smirk. “Knew you were smart.”

You wait. You don’t trust your voice if you speak too soon.

Toji’s eyes flick over your figure, lazy and deliberate. “Megumi’s asleep. House is quiet. I just… I get restless sometimes.” His voice drops. “And I kept thinkin’ about you.”

You swallow.

He steps closer. Just one step, but it’s enough.

“You keep answering the door lookin’ like that,” he murmurs, eyes on the loose sleep shirt clinging to your curves, “and I’m gonna start thinking you want something.”

“Maybe I do,” you say, breath hitching.

He’s on you before you finish the sentence.

Mouth crashing down on yours, one hand gripping your waist, the other sliding up the back of your neck. His kiss is all heat—messy, deep, and desperate. He tastes like peppermint and something darker. Hunger.

You clutch at his back, nails digging into skin. He groans, low in his chest.

“Fuck,” he breathes, lips dragging along your jaw. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He walks you backward, lifting you up onto the counter. You gasp as the cold marble hits your thighs.

“I won’t be gentle,” he warns, eyes dark. “You okay with that?”

“God, yes.”

He doesn’t hesitate.

His hand is under your shorts in seconds, fingers slipping past your underwear, finding you soaked. “This all for me?” he growls, voice gone rough.

“Yes—fuck—”

He sinks two fingers inside, curling deep, thumb rubbing circles over your clit with practiced precision. You fall forward, forehead against his shoulder, moaning into his skin.

He pulls his fingers out, licking them slow. “You taste good. Wanna feel you ‘round my cock.”

He tugs your shorts down and turns you on the counter, bending you over. Your cheek hits the cool marble as he slides his sweatpants low, cock already thick and hard, tip leaking.

“No time for condoms,” he mutters, lining himself up. “Been clean. You?”

“Yes. I’m on the pill—”

That’s all he needs to hear.

He pushes in with one deep thrust, groaning as your walls stretch around him. You cry out—he’s big, the stretch delicious and brutal at once.

“Shit,” he pants. “Tight little pussy. Gonna ruin you.”

He fucks into you slow, then hard—deep, punishing thrusts that make your legs tremble. Your hands scrabble for purchase on the counter. He grabs your hips, yanking you back to meet every thrust.

“So pretty like this,” he grunts. “Bent over, takin’ it all for me. This what you wanted, huh? Every time you smiled at me over the fence, dressed like that?”

You whimper.

He slides a hand under you, fingers back on your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

You shatter around him, body trembling, crying out his name. Your orgasm drags him over the edge—he curses, grip bruising your hips as he pumps into you one last time, spilling deep inside.

You both stay there, catching your breath, skin slick with sweat.

After a minute, he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, dazed and wrecked.

He pulls out gently, tucks himself back into his sweats, and smirks. “Might need to ‘borrow’ more sugar next week.”

You roll your eyes, breathless. “Pancakes again?”

He grins. “Nah. You.”

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hes so breedable WHAT who said that

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owned ╱ nanami . 18+

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 Late nights at the office turn filthy when Nanami decides he’s done playing nice. 〞

pairing: nanami x fem!reader

genre: smut ; wc: 600

warnings: rough unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public, power dynamics, light degradation, dom!nanami

You knew he was watching you—his eyes tracing every slow sway of your hips as you walked past his office desk, pretending you didn’t feel the heat of his stare.

“Come here,” Nanami said, voice low and firm. You turned slowly, heart pounding at the way he had already taken off his tie, the first few buttons of his shirt undone. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows—his version of disheveled. Still devastatingly composed.

You approached, and the moment you were within reach, his hand wrapped around your waist, tugging you down onto his lap.

“I’ve had a long day,” he murmured against your neck, lips dragging over your skin. “You gonna help me unwind, sweetheart?”

You didn’t answer with words. Your hands slipped between your bodies, fingers already working at his belt as he groaned into your mouth, deep and approving.

“Desperate,” he muttered as you pulled him free, hot and heavy in your hand. “Couldn’t wait till we got home, huh?”

You shifted just enough to sink down on him, gasping as he filled you—every thick inch stretching you to your limit. He hissed, head falling against your shoulder.

“Fuck… you feel perfect,” he growled, holding your hips still. “Don’t move yet.”

But you couldn’t help it—grinding just a little, relishing the way he cursed under his breath.

“You gonna behave,” he rasped, “or make me fuck you over this desk?”

You gave him a look—half challenge, half plea—and that was all he needed.

He flipped you effortlessly, chest pressed to the cool surface, skirt shoved up, panties torn off with a sharp rip. He slammed back in, a low growl vibrating in his chest.

Nanami wasn’t gentle—not tonight. Every thrust was deep, precise, punishing. He kept your wrists pinned in one hand, the other gripping your hip so tight it would bruise. You moaned for him, desperate and shameless.

“Louder,” he demanded, breath hot against your ear. “Let the whole floor hear how good I fuck you.”

And you did—your voice echoing off the walls as your climax tore through you, shaking in his hold while he kept pounding, chasing his own release.

When he came, it was with a guttural groan, burying himself deep, spilling inside with a final thrust that left you breathless.

You stayed there, trembling, skin flushed, heart racing. His lips pressed to your shoulder, softer now.

“Next time,” he murmured, “we’re locking the door first.”

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