safixiovi

[safixiovi]

tori’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ just some emotional damage via praise and love because i’m pretty sure nanami is not protected from that

nanami is brushing his teeth when you sidle up beside him in the mirror, stretch your arms overhead, and sigh like a sleepy cat.

“you’re very handsome, you know,” you murmur, voice low and scratchy with sleep.

he blinks at you through the mirror.

you blink back. grin.

“what was that?” he asks, mouth full of toothpaste foam.

“i said you’re handsome.”

he stares for one more second—and then leans over the sink and spits, lingering a second longer than necessary to keep his expression in check.

“why?”

“…why are you handsome?”

“no, why would you say that?”

you raise an eyebrow. “because it’s true?”

he rinses out his mouth like he’s trying to scrub the embarrassment off his tongue. “you can’t just—say things like that. in the morning. while i’m brushing my teeth.”

“i literally woke up and felt overcome with love for your stupid face.”

he covers his face with one hand.

“you don’t like being complimented while you’re… minty?”

he sighs. “i’m not prepared for this level of sincerity at 7am.”

“what is your preferred time for me to express how stupidly in love with you i am?”

“never,” he mutters. “or at least after coffee.”

you lean in, cheek against his bicep, watching him in the mirror as he rinses his toothbrush. “i like your laugh lines.”

“they’re wrinkles.”

“they’re hot.”

he drops the toothbrush. “stop.”

“you have excellent forearms, by the way.”

“what does that mean?”

“and your shoulders? criminal. you should be fined.” your hands fall off of them as he steps away to go get dressed.

“i’m leaving.”

“i’ll miss you desperately, lover:”

he stares at you from the doorway like he’s rethinking his entire identity. then, very slowly, he walks back over and takes your face in his hands.

“listen,” he says seriously. “you can’t just… emotionally ravage me before I’ve had a chance to emotionally armor myself.”

“that sounds like a you problem.”

“it is a me problem.”

you grin. “does it help if i say i’m proud of you and think you’re amazing and love the way you always fold the laundry just how i like?”

his expression crumples.

he buries his face in your neck.

“stop,” he says, muffled. “this is damaging.”

“do you need me to—”

“no. no more compliments. not until at least lunch.”

you giggle, wrapping your arms around his waist. “deal. but at noon, i’m telling you you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

he sighs against your skin. “i’ll prepare accordingly.”

[safixiovi]

୨୧ — The divorce papers had been signed that afternoon, three years of marriage reduced to legal documents and a splitting of assets… That’s how Nanami found himself at the local bar, liquid amber burning down his throat, tie loosened, the weight of his wedding ring suddenly unbearable… 

Then you walked in.

Twenty-one, maybe twenty-two. College girl written in the innocent tilt of your yellow sundress, the way it clings to your waist, your breasts, the hem flirtatiously brushing against your thighs.

You look so sweet, he thought. A drink like the ones the men were buying you would surely corrupt your pretty mouth, but you sipped with an ease that spoke of experience, even when you cringe at the taste, making the guys around you laugh. 

It made him think about his wife -his ex wife now- the last time they made love, when she bit her lips to hold back a moan, as if afraid someone might hear. He wondered what noises you would make if you were on top of him, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrust up into your tight pussy. 

Would you call out his name? Moan like a whore? Would you beg him to go harder? Deeper? Or would you be shy, too embarrassed to ask for what you really wanted, forcing him to take what he wants, making you take it?

He shook his head and knocked back the rest of his whiskey, trying to clear his mind. You were far too young, far too innocent... Nanami looked away... He had no right to feel this way about a female he didn't know, a girl that had her whole life ahead of her.

You ordered something sweet and fruity while he nursed his drink, watching the way you tucked your hair behind your ear. And then, your eyes met his.

He doesn't remember buying you drinks. Doesn't remember the conversation that led to your hand on his thigh, your breath wine-sweet against his ear as you whispered, "I know somewhere quiet."

But he remembers his Lexus. God, he'll never forget the damn Lexus. 

"Fuck-" The word tears from his throat as you sink down onto him, your tight cunt splitty open around his cock like you were made for this moment. The leather seats creak beneath you both, divorce papers scattered on the floor like confetti celebrating his rebirth.

You were so goddamn young, so wet, so eager- everything his ex wife hadn't been in years, and my god... You're so fucking tight it hurts, and he's so fucking thick you can barely breathe around the stretch. Your sundress is hiked up around your waist, his hands fisted in the fabric and your hair- his wedding ring catching strands as he holds you against his body.

"You- mph - you're going to ruin me," His hips jerk up involuntarily, "aren't you?" driving deeper, and you cry out like he's hitting some spot inside of you that only a man like him can reach. He's massive- way more massive than you initially thought, thick enough that your eyes water, that your cunt burns trying to stretch around him. The head of his cock forcing your walls apart, claiming every inch as you slowly take him to the base. 

Nanami can feel you trying to adjust to his size, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each bounce as you babble incoherently- "S'too-m'fuckfuckfuck-sh'too big!!" tears leaking from your eyes, "don' ev-even know -hah - your n-name!"

His name is Nanami, but that doesn't matter... He felt how your pussy clenched at your words. You were getting off on the wrongness of the situation, just like he was. The depravity of it- this older man using your young body, his wedding ring cool against your skin. 

You don't know him, don't care who he is, and that makes this all the more exciting.

His lips crash against yours, swallowing every little noise you make as he ruts up into your heat, the windows fogging up, the car shaking with the force of his thrusts.

"S'doesn't matter," is all he says, his voice low, husky while his one hand guides your hips in a rhythm that makes his vision blur.

The condom stretches tight around him, already straining from how hard he is, how deep he's buried inside your young cunt. He can feel your orgasm building in the tremor of your thighs, the way your breath comes in desperate little gasps.

When you come, you scream. Actually scream, head thrown back like a religious experience, and your pussy clamps down so hard he sees stars. The sensation drags out his own climax, his hips lifting clean off the seat as he empties himself into the latex barrier. 

The condom swells inside you, and you whimper at the added pressure, grinding down like you want to milk every last drop from him. Your cunt spasms around the intrusion, wringing another orgasm from your oversensitive nerves.

Afterward, you collapse against his chest, both of you breathing like survivors... His wedding ring still tangled in your hair... 

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It happens again a week later. Then again. And again.

Always his car. Always that same desperate hunger, like he’s trying to fuck the loneliness out of himself. You learn to take him easier, your body adapting to his size, but he never gets used to how perfectly you fit around him.

"Missed this," he groans against your neck as he bends you over in the backseat, your sundress -a different one, pink this time- bunched around your waist, pink lace panties ripped and tossed in the front seat, "Thought about you all week."

His cock twitches inside you, and the way his hands grip your waist possessively, you believe him.

You feel his breath hitch when you start to move against him, grinding your hips back against his, feeling him so deep you could choke on it, the head of his cock pressing so hard- nestled against the opening of your womb. You swear if you looked down you’d see a perfect outline of it stretching out your stomach.

With a cock-drunk smile you can't help but imagine him coming inside you, painting the deepest part of you with his seed. "Mmn, missed this, too, Nanami-san~" you gasp sweetly, the confession falling from your lips before you could stop yourself.

He wants to say more, his tongue heavy with words unspoken- "missed you", "you're beautiful", "god, I can't get enough of you"… He always wants to say more.

But he doesn't.

Instead, he fucks you like he owns you, like your young cunt exists solely for his pleasure.

He never gives you his number, never takes you anywhere but his car, and when he pulls out, the condom is always filled to the brim with his cum- stretched obscenely with your arousal coating the outside.

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Three weeks later after he's fucked you stupid in his car, he asks you, "Come home with me tonight." The words are quiet, almost uncertain.

You look up at him from where you’re starting to doze off against his chest, "Your place?"

"My place." His fingers trace patterns on your bare shoulder, "Stay the night."

His apartment is exactly what you’d expected- minimalist, expensive, cold. But his bed is warm, and he fucks you properly there, taking his time to explore your body, to discover the things that made those pretty lashes flutter, those gorgeous lips moan his name., "K-Kento~♡!"

He’s so gentle, so slow, making you come so many times that by the time you finally pass out, the sheets were soaked, his cock still buried deep inside with a condom so full of cum, it nearly split at the seams.

That night Nanami watches you sleep, the way your hair fans out around your face, the little snores escaping your parted lips. He brushes a lock of hair from your cheek, a sudden ache in his chest as he sighs, "What am I doing?" This was wrong, "I'm too old for you," he mumbles, pressing his forehead against yours while gathering you in his arms, "This can't be a long-term thing…"

His voice trails off, the warmth of your body against his pulling him under.

"This can't be a long-term thing," he repeats the words in his dreams, and it sounds like a lie.

In the morning, he makes coffee and breakfast… Actual pancakes, not the instant kind from your dorm.

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It becomes routine. Your toothbrush joins his, the spare pajamas in his drawer are yours, and his apartment begins to smell like flowers and the perfume you wear. He drops you off at lectures, picks you up after. Pays for textbooks without blinking. Watches you study at his kitchen table while he cooks dinner, domestic in a way that terrifies him.

Nanami even learns your coffee order at Starbucks- extra vanilla syrup, always, because you're still young and believe sweetness won't hurt you. When the barista flirts with you, his jaw tightens, the way his hand tightens around his own cup. You thought at first that it was just anger, irritation at the line, but-

"Jealous?" You ask as the two of you exit the store, sipping your drinks.

"Why would I be jealous?" He responds coolly, even though his heart is hammering. He keeps trying to tell himself that this isn't an exclusive thing, even if he does call you his pretty girl while you bounce on his cock. It isn't exclusive… even though he bought a new bed to accommodate both of you. A king sized bed, the most comfortable one in the store, because his favorite thing is watching you fall apart beneath him, above him, against him… falling asleep with your scent in his lungs, waking up to your sleepy smile…

You're free to date whoever you want… but the thought makes his stomach churn…

"Beeeecause~ the cute barista was totally hitting on me," You grin, "He even gave me his number on the napkin."

"Oh?" His tone is disinterested, but his jaw ticks, and there's something dark in his eyes when he looks at you.

"Yeah, see," You show him the napkin, and sure enough, the guy had wrote his name and phone number, and-

Nanami stops.

The napkin even has a little note scribbled at the bottom, a flirtatious one saying, Call Me Anytime Cutie ;).

And that's when Nanami snaps.

He drags you back to his car, his grip bruising, and when you look up at him with those big eyes, lashes fluttering innocently… the idea that someone else might touch you like this, might hear the noises you make when you're close, might get to see the look on your face when you come undone, and god, the way you say his name…

Fuck.

He doesn't want to share.

He's become possessive.

And that afternoon he proves it. Has you bent over the hood of his car in the parking garage, splitting you open with his cock while he growls about who you belong to. Your pussy gripping him like a vice, your juices running down the car and dripping onto the cement below as he fucks you harder than he ever has- condom threatening to split around his cock with every thrust.

"Y-Yes!!!~♡," you sob, because it's true. Because somewhere between the first time he made you come and now, you became his completely.

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One morning Nanami comes home after his run, a rare day off, and finds you sitting at his table in the kitchen, dressed only in his button-up, the one he wore to work the day before. Yout hair is still sleep mussed, your favorite mug of his in your hand, and its like his breath leaves him, his heart hammering against his ribs, because for the first time in a long time… Nanami Kento is happy.

He loves you…

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck… This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to be here like this- wife like and wearing his shirt. Greeting him each night he comes home late… 

Shit…

Nanami Kento was completely and utterly in love with you.

The realization hits him like a truck, and his mouth at that moment goes dry.

As you turn to him, eyes still sleepy, he also realizes he wants to memorize this moment, to preserve it forever- the early morning sun casting a beautiful glow on your skin, the soft curve of your bare shoulder. 

"Mornin', Kento," you smile at him, and he can’t take it anymore. He can’t hide this from you any longer. 

"Come here," 

"Mm? What's up?"

"Just-" He can’t speak, not properly, so he grabs your wrist in the most gentle way he can manage and tugs you from your seat, pressing you flush against his body, his hand finding your cheek, thumb tracing your lower lip.

"K-Kento, what are y-"

"I love you."

Your eyes widen, lips parting, and for a second he’s terrified. Worried that this will change everything, and then- 

"I-I love you, too. I just-" You look away for a moment, the sweetest blush spreading across your face- your smile the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, "I just didn’t know how you would- I didn’t want to scare you away…" 

God, you could never scare him away. Never. And a part of him hated himself for ever making you feel that way. That the only reason you didn't tell him is because you thought it would drive him away. 

"I love you," he breathes again, his hand moving to cradle the back of your head, his forehead pressing against yours, "So much. You could never scare me away, darling."

The kiss that followed was everything he's ever wanted. Soft, sweet and loving- everything a first kiss should be, and when the two of you part, he whispers your name against your lips, as if trying to reassure himself that this was real.

That night he takes you in his arms, carrying you up to the king size bed so that he can show you just how much he loves you. To show you just how serious he is about you. 

"No condom tonight," he whispers in your ear, his arms wrapped around you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pulls back to look at your face. 

"Mn," You nod, "Sounds fun~, but you know I’m-"

"I know… You're not on the pill," he interrupts, the corners of his mouth quirking up, "but we'll just have to deal with the consequences, won't we?"

The consequences… 

He’s never sounded so happy about anything. 

"I want to feel you," he breathes, rolling his hips, slowly, deeply, tenderly as he nudges against your entrance, "want to fill you up properly… Make you really mine," he kisses your cheek, "Make a family."

"Ahhn~♡," the moan that is drawn from your lips as his cock sinks into was music to his ears. No latex, no barrier between your bodies, just thick, bare cock spreading you open. It was indescribable- the way he filled you up, the heat of his length, every vein and ridge rubbing deliciously along the sensitive walls of your pussy. 

"God, you're perfect," he groans, and when his cock kisses your womb, his hips twitch involuntarily. The thought of his seed flooding your deepest parts was far too alluring- painting your walls white, coating the entrance of your womb, the image of your belly round and heavy with his child making his cock throb inside of you.

"Please~♡" gasping as he fills you completely- not just with his cock, but with the promise of something more permanent. 

He cums inside you that night, and every night after, marking you as his in the most intimate way possible. 

This started with divorce papers and whiskey, but it had become something else entirely. Something that tastes like forever and feels like coming home.

[safixiovi]

Summary: Meeting Sukuna in the dark web. WC:3k Tg: Suicide

In the suffocating darkness of your room, the soft glow of the computer screen was your only company. The weight of your decision had been heavy on your shoulders for weeks. You’d searched for the easiest and most painless way out, and the dark web had provided answers. The advice had been chillingly precise: where to go, what to do, and even the best time to carry out your plan. One particularly unsettling suggestion was to put on some soothing music before taking the final step.

But amidst the sea of responses, one message stood out. It was from a user with the handle sukunathekingofcurses69. The message was blunt and dismissive:

"Why the fuck are you doing that? Weak bitch. You just want to take the weaker way out?"

The words ignited a fierce rage within you. Who did this so-called "king of curses" think he was? Some basement-dwelling loser who believed every woman owed him something. The audacity of his message was infuriating. It felt like an insult to your already fragile state, and you could feel your anger bubbling over.

You furiously typed a response:

"STFU, I asked for advice, not your opinion."

The seconds felt like hours as you waited for a reply. Your hands trembled slightly as you stared at the screen, but then, almost immediately, a new message appeared:

"You really think you’re going to do it? You’re not, and you know it. You do need help for sure, but you don’t want to die."

The message was blunt and unsettling, cutting through the haze of your thoughts. You read it again, trying to understand the intent behind those words. It wasn’t just an insult this time; there was an unsettling clarity in the statement. It felt like he was peeling back the layers of your facade, exposing the truth you were desperately trying to hide.

You stared at the screen, your mind racing. How could he possibly know what you were truly feeling? The anger that had flared up from his first message now mingled with confusion and a strange sense of vulnerability. You wanted to fight back, but a part of you was also curious. Who was this person, and why did his words resonate so deeply?

Before you could respond, another message flashed across the screen:

"I’m not here to judge you. I just want to know why you’re really doing this. There’s more to it, isn’t there?"

The directness of his message was almost therapeutic. It was as if he was daring you to confront your own reasons, to question your motives. His questions cut through the anger, revealing a layer of truth that you had been avoiding.

You hesitated, the weight of his words pressing down on you. You knew you had to decide whether to continue this conversation or shut it down for good. The darkness of your room seemed to close in around you, and you wondered if this unexpected interaction might be a sign, a strange twist of fate that could change everything.

"Look, stranger, I just want to end things as painlessly as possible. There's nothing more to it, and I don't owe you any explanations…" You pressed enter.

The response came in slowly, each word feeling deliberate:

"Actually, you do owe me an explanation. I want to know why, and you're going to tell me."

This stranger was clearly unhinged, and it was obvious he was a man—the arrogance and audacity in his messages gave it away.

You tried to ignore him, but he kept bombarding your screen with messages:

"Are you ignoring me?"

"Wow, you can’t even argue without giving up."

"No wonder you’re weak and can’t handle anything, haha."

"Yeah, actually, a weakling like you doesn’t deserve to live and pass down your weak genes to others, hahaha."

His messages were so harsh that you didn’t even realize you were tearing up and crying. Why was he saying these things? It felt as if you could hear his mocking laughter through the screen.

“What’s your deal, dude? If you don’t have any advice, just keep scrolling. You’re acting like I killed your mom or something,” you typed quickly, your anger and frustration bubbling over.

"I want to know why you want to die. Tell me the reason, and I’ll leave you alone. You could even block me, I swear I won’t bother you again. But if you don’t, I promise you, I will find you."

You stared at the screen, your emotions in turmoil. His threats were unsettling, but his insistence on knowing your reasons felt invasive. You were caught between anger and the strange urge to explain yourself to this faceless, taunting stranger.

You hesitated for a moment, then typed back:

"Why do you care so much? What’s it to you if I want to end my life? You don’t know me, and you don’t have any right to demand answers. Just leave me alone."

Before you could finish your thought, another message popped up from him:

"You think I’m just some faceless jerk? I care because I’ve seen this before. People like you think they’re alone, but there’s always more to the story. You’re not as weak as you think. I’ve seen people like you turn things around when they finally face their demons. Don’t make the mistake of thinking I’m just here to torment you."

His words were jarring, contrasting sharply with his previous taunts. You could sense a glimmer of something other than cruelty in his message.

You took a deep breath, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as you considered his words.

"Look, my only options are to either run away or die. If I run away, I’ll eventually die from whatever's out there. My family is messed up—my parents and family are cracked out and drugged up. My stepmother and stepbrother harass me endlessly. My father is a deadbeat who couldn’t care less as long as he gets his kicks. I don’t have any future to look forward to, okay? There, are you happy now?"

You hit send, the weight of your words hanging heavily in the air. The screen flickered, and for a moment, you braced yourself for the inevitable response.

"Hahaha, that’s it?"

The message felt like a taunt, stinging with every word. Oh yeah, before you die, you’re going to kill this bastard. Who the hell does he think he is? That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?

Another message appeared, more derisive than the last: "I thought you were some big criminal or bank robber or something. Just run away then."

Before you could respond, another message came through: "Give me your number. You're too dumb to be left alone clearly."

You were furious, frustrated, and felt a sting of hurt pride. But you knew he wasn’t going to change your mind, so why not? What was it going to do?

You decided to go through with it. Just do it for the plot, Y/N, you thought, and typed out your phone number before pressing send.

A few minutes later, your phone rang with a new message.

“It’s me. Pick up.”

Your heart raced as you stared at the screen. Why did I do this? The reality of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. This was a stranger from the dark web—a potentially dangerous person. He could be anything. The gravity of the decision weighed heavily on you as you hesitated, your pulse quickening.

After a moment of hesitation, you shakily picked up the phone and held it to your ear.

You were immediately hit with a loud, booming laugh and the thumping sound of music. It sounded like he was outside, maybe at a club. Amid the noise, his laughter cut through, deep and resonant—deeper than any voice you’d ever heard.

The contrast between his imposing laugh and the chaos around him made your anxiety spike. The realization of who you were dealing with settled heavily in your chest. This wasn’t just some random person; this was someone whose presence felt overwhelming and unsettling.

You held the phone tightly, your heart pounding as you tried to make sense of the sounds. His deep, booming laugh was still echoing in your ear, and the background noise made it hard to focus.

“Hello?” you managed to croak out, your voice barely audible over the din.

There was a moment of silence, and then his voice came through, low and commanding. “So you finally decided to pick up. Didn’t expect you to be so quick to answer. What’s the matter? Changed your mind?”

His tone was mocking, but there was something else in his voice—a kind of raw intensity that made your skin crawl. You could sense that he wasn’t just a random menace; there was a certain power in his words.

You swallowed hard, struggling to maintain your composure. “Why are you calling me? What do you want?”

There was a brief pause on the other end, and you could hear the clinking of glasses and muffled voices in the background. “I just wanted to see if you had the guts to follow through. Seems like you’re more than just a keyboard warrior. But before we get into all that, I need to know if you’re really serious about this. You don’t seem like the type to make decisions and stick with them.”

His words were a mix of challenge and curiosity, and you could tell he was sizing you up in some twisted way. You could feel the weight of his gaze, even through the phone.

“I’m serious,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “But I’m not in the mood for games. If you’re just going to mess with me, I don’t want any part of it.”

He chuckled softly, a dark edge to his laughter. “Games? Maybe. Or maybe I’m just trying to figure out if you’re worth my time. You see, it’s not every day I come across someone who’s willing to go this far. Most people just talk a big game.”

The intensity in his voice was clear, and you could feel the gravity of the situation sinking in. You had no idea who this person was or what he was truly capable of, but one thing was clear: you were in way over your head.

“Look,” you said, trying to keep your voice calm, “I just want this to be over. If you’re not going to help me, then just leave me alone.”

There was a brief silence, and then he spoke again, his voice softer but no less intense. “Alright, let’s cut through the bullshit. If you want this to be over, you need to face what’s really going on. I’ll help you, but first, you need to meet me. There’s a lot we need to talk about.”

Your stomach dropped at the thought of meeting him in person. The idea of facing this mysterious, intimidating figure in the real world was both terrifying and disorienting.

“Where?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

“I’ll text you the details,” he said. “Just remember, this isn’t a game. If you show up, you better be ready to face whatever comes next.”

With that, he ended the call, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and the unsettling reality of what you had just agreed to.

After a while, he texted you the address, and it wasn’t that far, but it was 3 a.m. by that point. He also added that you should bring some clothes and your things. Apparently, you weren’t coming back. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest. So you spent time packing what you needed in your tote bag—got your laptop and phone, everything you needed and wanted was in this bag.

You locked the door and headed for the train station. You prayed that you wouldn’t meet any creeps or anything. You got to the train station, and it was empty. You got your ticket and headed for your destination.

In those 30 minutes, you went through all stages of thought, considering your options. You could block him through your phone and go back or go through with this. You don’t have anything to go back to; it’s all a mess, but you were scared of the unknown.

"I'm here," you texted him and looked around, but no one was in sight.

You received a call from him, but it was a FaceTime call now. "Where are you? Are you so tiny that I can't see you?" he laughed softly at his own joke.

You looked at the screen, trying to make out any details in the darkness. "I'm at the address you gave me," you said, your voice trembling slightly. "I don’t see anyone."

He tilted his head, his deep voice echoing from the phone. "Hmm. Maybe you’re just not looking in the right direction." He truly was inscrutable.

Then you felt it—a presence behind you. You turned slowly and saw him. He was tall, towering over you, and his appearance was both deranged and insane. He wore a hoodie, but in the dim light, you could make out his features. He was strikingly handsome, with an array of tattoos that covered much of his body. He seemed to be double your size and then some.

“So, you’re tiny,” he said, his tone both dismissive and commanding. “Get in the car. I don’t have all day, woman.”

His attitude was unmistakably sassy, and you couldn’t help but feel a mix of apprehension and curiosity as you slid into the sleek, luxurious car. The interior was immaculate, but the absence of any visible license plates made you uneasy. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you might be stepping into something far more dangerous than you anticipated.

He started the engine, the purr of the powerful car echoing in the quiet night. “Here’s how this will go down,” he continued, his voice steady and authoritative. “Things will take three days to prepare. During these three days, we have things to do. I’ll tell you right now, yes, I am a criminal. Just search my full name, Sukuna Ryomen.”

You glanced at him, trying to gauge his seriousness. He seemed unfazed by your scrutiny. “You’ll stay with me at my place. After the three days are up, you can decide whether to go through with your plans. And if you change your mind, you’re welcome to stay with me.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with implication. “I’ll make sure you’re taken care of during this time. It’s up to you to decide what you really want.”

You remained silent for a while, the city lights casting fleeting shadows as he drove down the empty streets. The silence stretched on, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Finally, you broke the quiet, your voice trembling.

“Why are you doing this? You’re being way too nice…”

The vulnerability in your voice caught him off guard, and you could hear the softness in his response. “Sometimes, people just need a break from their struggles. I see something in you, and I don’t just offer help to anyone. There’s a reason I’m doing this.”

You felt a tear slip down your cheek, feeling overwhelmed and defeated. How can a criminal—a nationally and globally wanted man—be this kind to you, while your own parents can’t even show you the same care? How is it that the first genuinely and kind person you meet is someone like you?

“I know how you feel, Y/N. Trust me, I know,” he said softly. “I know better than anyone. I know the helplessness and the anger. I understand.”

He stopped the car in the middle of the empty street as you broke down, tears streaming uncontrollably down your face. You cried like a child, every sob releasing the pain and frustration that had built up inside you. His words resonated with a truth you hadn’t expected.

“I… I don’t… I don’t want to… die,” you choked out, your voice rising with desperation.

He pushed his seat back and reached over, his strong arms pulling you gently into his lap. The warmth and solidity of his embrace provided a strange comfort amidst your tears. He let you cry, holding you securely as you let out the anguish you had been holding in for so long.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “You don’t have to make any decisions right now. Just let it out."

The house—it was actually a hotel—was nice, definitely chosen for its seclusion. It was located out of the city, making it easy to overlook.

He parked and pulled you out, still holding you in his lap. You laughed a little, but he didn’t want to let you go. When you didn’t stop sobbing, he started licking your tears, which made you push him away.

Oh yeah, he was really crazy, but were you any better?

These three days were everything to you. If someone had shot you right then, you would have died with a smile, feeling like you’d experienced something extraordinary.

The first thing you did when you arrived at the hotel was to look him up. He wasn’t lying—he was convicted of every crime under the sun and wanted everywhere. He was undeniably dangerous, but you didn’t see it. Yes, he was big and looked intimidating, but he was also a soft teddy bear with a side of baby girl material.

He bought you small dresses that barely covered your body and took you to every club. He introduced you as his woman and his wife, and no one bothered you after that. You quickly realized that he ran this place, and as his, you were untouchable.

He’d speed to car meets after you mentioned you wanted to go, and he took you to midnight beach trips, even though you didn’t know how to swim.

You soon discovered that the Sukuna you were getting to know was the sweetest and most unseen side of him. You had heard and seen how he was with others, and the contrast was striking.

He was incredibly clingy, affectionate, and possessive. If you weren’t looking at him constantly, he would get pouty.

All of this you learned in just three days.

“So, are you still going to do it?” he asked as you both sat in the dimly lit bathroom. Despite seeing you naked, he made no moves toward you, which only made you feel more at ease and open.

“Do what?” you asked, puzzled.

He had clearly won, and you barely remembered why you were with him in the first place. You had forgotten about ending it entirely. Just three days had changed everything, and he would not be the one to bring it up.

“You know, the car drifting tomorrow. You were talking big time,” he said, bringing the cigar to his lips with a smile. It seemed like he was using this as a distraction, but you had forgotten about that too.

“Oh, you’ll see,” you replied with a hint of determination. “I’ll be the best in the game, okay? Just wait and see.”

“Oh, I will be,” he said with a smirk. “And after that, why don’t we get married, hmm?”

“Really? Yay! But wait, do you have a ring? Oh, and that will be my first kiss—I don’t really know how to do it,” you said, your excitement mingled with nervousness.

He pulled you closer, guiding you to lie on his chest, your body pressed against his. The warm water and the dim light made the moment feel strangely intimate.

As you settled against him, you couldn't help but notice the array of tattoos that adorned his body. They seemed to cover every inch, from his arms to his neck, and even his thighs and leg.You ran your fingers lightly over the intricate designs, teasing him with a playful touch.

“You know,” you said with a teasing smile, “you’re like a walking art piece. Does every tattoo have a story, or did you just lose a bet?”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Each one has its own meaning. But I suppose I’m also just a little addicted to them.”

He blew a gentle puff of cigar smoke into the air, the scent mingling with the steam from the bath. His touch was surprisingly tender as he held you close.

“Don’t worry about the kiss,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “We’ll figure it out together. And as for the ring, I’ll get one. I want this to be perfect for you.”

You rested your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and reassuring beneath you. For the first time in days, you felt a sense of peace and safety you hadn’t known you were missing.

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I can’t stop thinking about DILF kento who’s the best husband and father in the whole world <3

He’s always up early before work—blonde hair perfectly styled, his tie neat and snug around his neck. But his hand’s already on your ass in the kitchen while you’re trying to pour cereal for the kids. He leans in close and murmurs, “Bend over a little, sweetheart. Just like that,” as if it’s just another casual morning—which it is, in the Nanami household.

He’s so calm about it too. Nothing riles him. He could have your panties pushed to the side and rubbing little circles on your clit under the dining table while the kids are still brushing their teeth and still be checking the weather app calmly on his phone with a straight face.

He’s sooo big on discipline too, but only when you’re alone. If you’re being a tease, he’ll wait until everyone’s asleep, then bend you over the edge of the bed and say, “This is for acting out in front of the kids. Now count” and before you get anytime to protest, the loud sound of his palm colliding with the swell of your ass echos in your shared bedroom.

And Kento loves routines. Saturday morning grocery run, followed by fucking you in the backseat of his car while the groceries sweat in the trunk. Sunday night after bath time? He has you on his lap in the living room while he watches the news and the kids are staying at their grandparents house, his cock buried deep inside of you, with occasional slow little rolls of his hips every time you shift.

His aftercare is immaculate. Fuzzy robe, your favorite drink, rubbing lotion into your thighs with those big, warm hands. He says it’s so you’re not sore for the school run tomorrow—but you know he just likes taking care of what’s his.

And he definitely pulls your hand under the table at PTA meetings and makes you rub him through his slacks while he calmly discusses bake sale logistics.

He’s also very big on household rules—he enforces them. You sass him in front of the kids? You get a quiet, “We’ll talk later,” and your stomach flips. Later means he’s dragging you across his lap, voice low and calm while he pulls your panties down and says, “We don’t use that tone in this house, Darling”.

His love language is ruining you before 7 a.m. and leaving a sticky note on the fridge that says “You were perfect this morning. Don’t forget to drink water”. And he texts you at noon: “Thinking about how you looked bouncing on my cock. Proud of you, sweetheart”

The other dads are always late and tired for everything. But kento? He’s freshly shaved, in cuffed sleeves, and already made you came twice before breakfast.

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nanami kento is a hair puller when you suck his dick.

he's loving and sweet, but when it comes down to sex, he loses composure and oftentimes forgets that he is nanami kento.

when you pop your tongue out like a puppy begging for a bone, and your doe eyes look up to him while your hands fumble his belt, trying to rid of it, he sighs deeply.

you had to admit that you were inexperienced in being intimate, nanami was your first in everything and that never was a problem with him.

he pulls your hair to guide your head in hitting all the right spots. grunts and gruffs linger in the air as his chest heaves heavy when you use your tongue to tease his tip.

he would praise you as he pulls his cock out of your mouth and rests it on your tongue, a thumb swiping your saliva and his precum decorating your lips.

“ thats good sweetheart, yes, just like that.” he says, petting your head before gliding to your cheeks to run continuous comforting circles in contrast to your struggling moans.

“ so good for me, huh? I've got you princess, don't worry.” and when you choke out and cry, he pulls back and kisses your lips.

“ i'm sorry love, let's do it better now.” and hes back to shoving his fat plump cock in your throat.

he's the kind of guy who ruts his hips into your head when he's close.

and you loved every single part of it.

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There should be more fics about Toji being domestic then reader rewards him for it <3333333

Domestic Toji, they have a baby together + breeding

It’s still dark when you blink awake—just barely because you were stirred by the faint cries echoing from the baby monitor sitting at your nightstand but Toji’s already up.

You feel the mattress shift and hear the soft pad of his feet on the floor, and the quiet click of the nursery door. No groaning, no grumbling or anything. Just a tired sigh and then that low voice so gentle, it tugs at something deep in your chest.

“Shh, shh... daddy’s here, don’t cry angel”.

You should go help but you don’t—not because you’re lazy, but because he’s got it.

He always does.

You lie there in the warm imprint of his body, half-asleep and aching just a little. Not just from hormones or how tender your breasts feel when you’re ovulating, but from the way he cares. The way he talks to your daughter like she’s the most precious thing he’s ever held. The way his voice softens just for her and for you.

By the time he returns, she’s asleep again and so are you—pretending to be, at least. You feel the dip of the bed, the shift of his weight, and then his hand sneaks under the covers to rest on your hip. Just a casual touch. He’s tired, and probably planning to pass right out.

But your body has other ideas.

You roll over slowly, still mostly under the blanket, one leg sliding over his thigh as you brush your lips against his jaw in a light peck. “You’re such a good dad,” your breath warm as you whisper against his skin. “Makes me wanna do bad things”.

Toji chuckles, his voice still husky and deep with sleep. “You serious? Right now?”

You nod, your lips trailing down his throat. “You got up at four in the morning to hold her. Changed her. Rocked her back to sleep. You have no idea what that does to me”

His hand tightens on your thigh as his voice drops in a teasing whisper. “Yeah? You ovulating again, baby?”

You nod against his chest as you inhale his scent. “Mhm. You wanna fill me up before the sun comes up?”

“Climb on,” he says, already pushing the blanket down to his hips, and already half-hard just from your voice and how needy you are.

You straddle him slowly, your cunt’s already wet and practically fluttering around nothing as you teasingly rub the warm, leaky head of his cock between your slick folds. It’s sleepy and lazy but so full of passion. You slowly sink down till he’s buried to the hilt before moving your hips in smooth, slow rolls, at first. His hands immediately plant themselves on your ass and grips it—fingers digging into the soft flesh like he’s desperate to leave marks.

“My poor baby,” he coos while watching you bounce on his cock in the dim pre-dawn light. “So needy for your husband and the sun isn’t even up yet”

“Can’t help it,” you gasp, your walls squeezing around him like you’re clinging on for dear life. “You’re so good, Toji. With her, with me. Makes me wanna give you another one”.

He groans at that, his hips now bucking up into you to meet yours as he stares at your face with half-lidded eyes of love and adoration. “You keep talking like that and you’ll get exactly what you want, darling. M’not joking”.

You fuck like that until the sky turns lavender behind the curtains, until the birds start chirping and your thighs shake around his hips with every bounce. You came with a cry muffled against his sweaty neck, and he follows not long after, holding you down on his lap and pulsing deep inside you while he mutters low curses under his breath.

Later, when you’re sweaty and boneless on his chest, you hear the baby monitor crackle again.

He groans. “Your turn”

You giggle and kiss his jaw. “Only if you promise to fuck another baby into me later—well in that case, we make sure it’s definitely in there, y’know just to be safe?”.

“You got yourself a deal, mama”.

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Free therapy fr

Bf toji catches you humping your teddy bear n’ fucks you on it, ddlg stuff <3

He thinks you’re so cute like this—spread out on your tummy, straddling your favorite teddy bear he got you for Valentine’s Day with your soft thighs hugging it tight, fingers curling into the soft fur for comfort. Toji towers behind you, big hands splayed across your plush hips as he lines himself up to your tiny entrance, eyes dragging down your arching back to where your pretty cunt glistens against the soft fabric.

“You were really humpin’ your bear, baby?” he teases in your ear, one calloused palm from years of labor dragging up your spine to press between your shoulder blades, coaxing you down until your cheek smushes into the puffy pillow. “That needy for daddy's cock, huh? Couldn't wait f’me like a good girl?”

You whimper while nodding, hips instinctively rocking back as he grinds the heavy weight of his cock between your sticky folds before finally pushing in slowly—thick and deep. The stretch knocking out breath from your lungs with loud cry escaping your lips. Even after all the times he's had you, it still feels too big and too much. But you take him. You always do. Because you're his good girl.

Your toes curl and your thighs squeeze around your bear as he bottoms out with a groan. “There she is. Knew you'd open up for me”.

Each thrust jolts your body, nudging the bear between your legs in just the right way and the fabric rubs against your sensitive clit—producing delicious friction. Your perky nipples drag against the sheets, oversensitive and aching as your mouth open in a little cry as you moan out, “Daddy, s'too big—“

But he just chuckles in a dark way, grabbing a fistful of your hair to tilt your head back. “No it's not. You're just being dramatic again, baby. C’mon, you wanted this. Wanted daddy to fuck you dumb while you hump your stuffies, didn't you?”

You nod, dizzy and needy—cunnie leaking in thick creamy rings around his shaft. His pace grows rougher and more meaner—the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room as he uses your body like his personal fucktoy, like you were made just to be bent over with your cunt stuffed up like this.

“Shit, look at you—fucking drooling on your bear while I ruin you. You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna soak your daddy's cock like a good girl?”

You sob into the sheets, delirious and clenching around him, right on the edge, and he knows it—he can feel it in the way your gummy walls flutter, your thighs shake and your hips twitching under his tight hold.

“That's ittt,” he groans, dragging his cock all the way out just to slam back in, so deep it punches a gasp out of you. “Let go for me. Show me how much you love when daddy fucks you on your toys”.

And you do—shaking and crying as you desperately grind against the plush between your legs—and he doesn’t stop, not even as your cunt spasms and clamps around him like a vice, stubbornly trying to milk his dick. Your whole body trembles from the overload but Toji just groans, fucking you through it, thick cock bullying that same sweet spot until your voice breaks in a soft, wrecked sob.

“That’s my girl,” he pants loudly, leaning over your back, his heavyweight pressing you deeper into the bear and making your eyes roll back. “Such a good fucking mess for daddy”.

You can’t even speak, just a muffled moan as your body jerks with every thrust, sooo overstimulated and limp under him. He’s close—you can feel it by the way his rhythm stutters and his grip tightens.

“Gonna fill you up, sweet thing. Stuff you nice n’ full till it’s overflowing out your cute little cunt”.

And with a low, guttural growl, he buries himself to the hilt, girthy cock twitching as he spills inside you, thick warmth flooding your cunt. He stays there for a moment, his big chest heaving, one hand petting your back slowly while the other rests heavily on your hip.

You’re still whimpering, still clinging to your bear, skin hot and glowing. Toji presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Love you like this, sweetheart. So cute and dumb for me”.

And you smile, dazed and dreamy with your cheek smushed against fur.

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I luv Toji daddy fics sm<3

Telling Toji its aching </3

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You crawl into his comfy lap just as he’s winding down from work, the fabric of his oversized hoodie pressing against your cheek as you nuzzle into his warm chest with a little whimper. His hand instinctively cups the back of your head, calloused thumb stroking lazily through your hair. You squirm a little in his lap with a small pout.

“Tojiiii,” you mumble, voice sugary and needy, “it…it hurts…”

He stiffens just slightly, fingers pausing in your hair. His other hand lowers the remote slowly. “Hurts, huh?” he rumbles, cocking an eyebrow as he peers down at you. “You gettin’ sick or something, baby?”

You shake your head, wriggling your hips and rubbing your thighs together where you’re sitting on him to give him a hint. Your breath hitches, lashes fluttering as you look up at him all soft and desperate. “Not like that…it’s just…it’s all tingly ‘n achy” Your voice drops into a whisper like you’re confessing a secret, lips brushing his toned collarbone. “Feels too full…b–but empty at the same time…”

Toji exhales slowly through his nose—getting what you meant. His jaw tightening as he presses his hand flat against the small of your back, keeping you still on his lap. “My poor baby. You been sitting here all day getting needy like this?” His voice lowers and his grip on you tightens just a little. “Didn’t even touch yourself, huh? Waited f’me like a good girl, so obedient”. He mumbles with a kiss on your forehead.

You nod, nuzzling his neck and whining softly. “Wanted you to make it better, only you can fix it daddy”

His cock immediately twitches beneath you, and you can feel it—thick and heavy under your soft thighs now. He groans lowly in his chest. “Yeah? It’s aching that bad, baby? All warm n’ wet for daddy’s cock?”

You whimper in response, rocking your hips a little for friction and letting out a helpless little gasp when your clothed folds bump against his rough bulge. “Mhmm!…hurts when I move now, Tojiii…I need you”.

Toji shifts beneath you, grabbing a handful of your soft, plushy ass to guide you back and forth over his hardening cock. “Fuckin’ hell, listen to you. Just a needy little thing, huh?” He leans in, voice dark and hot in your ear. “You asking real nice for daddy to take care of your tingly little cunnie, baby?”

You nod again, voice shaking. “Please, daddy… please make it stop hurting”

And that’s all it takes for him to haul you closer, gripping your thighs tight as he manhandles you flat on your back just enough to hear that gasp he loves. “Don’t worry, darling,” he mutters, dragging his mouth down your neck. “Daddy’ll fix it. Gonna fuck that ache right outta you”.

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→ SERIES ✰

⋆ what you know - sukuna x f!reader [fluff, smut & angst] [college au] [ongoing] ❝ you've heard his reputation and you've seen first-hand the way he's late to class if he even bothers to show up. paired with him for the most important project of the year, you choose to give him the benefit of the doubt- but maybe that's more than he deserves when your perfect grades depend on him, or maybe there's more to the aloof and irritable sukuna than meets the eye. ❞

⋆ shame on me - gojo x vessel f!reader [fluff, smut & angst] [complete ✓] ❝ gojo satoru is the strongest sorcerer. when you come along with power to match his own, his responsibility to the world gets the best of him and his first impression is poor to say the least. when he needs your help, by some miracle you're too kind to deny him. or maybe he's just manipulative enough to convince you. either way, you're stuck training his student, a vessel like you. what could possibly go wrong? ❞

⋆ love & company - sukuna x f!reader [fluff, smut & angst] [non-curse au] [ongoing series of oneshots & etc] ❝ you're beginning to lose hope of ever fixing your bike as the moon rises over the horizon when a man built like a brick wall and covered in tattoos stops to help you out. he's standoffish and his words are cold - but as it turns out the version of him you see is soft. who knew this man could ever become your best friend, let alone something more? ❞

⋆ six degrees of separation - geto x sorcerer gn!reader [angst] [complete ✓ series of oneshots] ❝ life isn't easy on sorcerers, but in the case of suguru geto there stood something beyond being a sorcerer. he could never have imagined the way he would drag you down even in his best effort to keep the both of you afloat. ❞ or- a series of 4 oneshots spanning the length of your complicated relationship with suguru geto.

→ ONESHOTS ✰

⋆ wolf in sheep's clothing - gojo x f!reader [fluff, angst & smut] [werewolf & monster hunter au] ❝ most parents tell their children stories of fake monsters to scare them into staying in bed at night. your father told you stories of real monsters to train you for your career hunting them. it's that career that brings you to a small town reporting disembodied limbs and missing people. it's here that you spend your days flirting with the cute coffee shop owner with stunning blue eyes during the day, while your nights are spent setting traps and preparing silver bullets. of course, life has a funny way of making things complicated, as your day life and night life begin to collide unexpectedly. ❞

⋆ rest in the mourning - heian true form sukuna x f!reader [angst] ❝ sukuna is a god among men, untouchable by mortals. or so you had both thought. as he fades quietly in your arms, sukuna wonders if curses die with regrets. ❞

⋆ worship - toji fushiguro x f!reader [smut] ❝ after a day out you admit an insecurity to your husband and he has every intention of proving to you just how much you have no need to be insecure. he has no shame in just how willing he is to fuck that thought straight out of your head. ❞

⋆ changing of the seasons - shy!nanami x gn!reader [fluff] [college au] ❝ nanami is a man of habit, so when he doesn't show up to class, it worries you. when he changes his style drastically, you're worried, and- wait, is his sweatshirt from the store you were raving about having nice clothes the other day? ❞

→ DRABBLES ✰

⋆ comfort in you - gojo x f!reader [fluff] ❝ in which satoru gojo subconsciously seeks your comfort ❞

⋆ cold floors - gojo x f!reader [fluff] ❝ in which satoru gojo steals your blankets on his birthday ❞

⋆ celebrations - heian true form sukuna x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which ryomen sukuna surprises you on your birthday ❞

⋆ intrusive thoughts - heian true form sukuna x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which ryomen sukuna lets the intrusive thoughts win ❞

⋆ a soft moment - heian true form sukuna x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which ryomen sukuna comforts his queen through anxiety ❞

⋆ itchy - heian true form sukuna x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which ryomen sukuna is itchy ❞

⋆ "never" - toji x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which toji reconsiders his thoughts on marriage ❞

⋆ soulmates - nanami x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which yuji asks nanami how he knew you were soulmates ❞

⋆ to have and to hold - nanami x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which your husband nanami finds you asleep at your desk ❞

⋆ bad guy - choso x gn!reader [fluff] ❝ in which choso asks if you think he's a good person ❞

→ HEADCANONS ✰

⋆ divorce lawyer!higuruma - higuruma x f!reader [fluff & smut]

⋆ cheesy boyfriend!gojo - gojo x f!reader [fluff & smut]

⋆ colleague!gojo - gojo x gn!reader [fluff]

→ ART ✰

⋆ shin sukuna

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Omfg😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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satoru is your ex for a reason.

one that you can't seem to remember as he rolls his hips against yours harder and harder, like hes purposefully trying to lapse your memory, fuck you so stupid you wonder why you broke up with him in the first place.

he was only supposed to come over to grab some of his things he had left at yours. his toothbrush and a few pairs of clothes were tossed into a box and then discarded in favour of winning you back.

is it working? maybe. the eyes he gave you were so wide and wistful and needy that you couldn’t help but let him carry you to the bedroom and eat you out for an hour before letting him fuck you

“you’ll take me back, won’t you baby?” he asks, fucking you deep into the plush mattress that finally doesn’t dip where he used to sleep at night. “your pretty pussy misses me so much, she’s squeezing me so tight…”

“gojo—”

he thrusts hard, kinda mean. “toru, baby. you call me toru, remember? say it right.”

“toru, you’re so fucking—“

“in love with you. i miss you so much; please take me back, baby! gonna make you cum so hard you forget we ever stopped dating to begin with, hm? actually— we should just skip the whole make-up thing and get married.”

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I mean if this will make you uncomfortable I’m sorry—but would you find it as a compliment that your works always make me go bust my shi like I’m really putting into hand work and it’s all sloppy in there like thank the heavens I live the same generation as you, my kitty highly appreciate your works so much and I hope you don’t stop because my goodness you’re really something. I always slept like a baby bc of it, it literally clears my head when I need to destress like—RAAAAAAAHHHHHH JUST THANK YOU FOR EXISTING LMAOOO<333333

Yes i did have a mind blowing kaboom dam down there after readin one of ur smut or maybe I’m just THAT horny so I’m sorry bout this anyway luv u babes also do u know love and deepspace by any chance

Heh 😼 Daddy Tony is proud to get your anonussy going babygirl 😼 All part of the job 😼 And glad you like what I write with my 15-inch schlong (when soft) 😼

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Madam Zenin - T.F.

Synopsis. There’s nothing that rouses Toji, the infamous head of the Zenin clan, nothing that will make him lose control - until they take what’s most important to him. You.

Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, arranged marriage, clan leader! Toji, kídnapping, the elders súck, Toji goes INSANE, BRÉEDING, talks of an heir, oraI (fem), fíngering, Toji’s powers, FÉRAL Toji, créampie, spítting, overstím, AU if Toji didn’t leave the clan, slight misogyny from Naoya, slight bIood, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 6.2k

A/N. Didn’t realize how much clan leader!Toji made me quake so…Hope y’all have a good day <3

“Who took her?”

“M-master?”

There wasn’t a single individual in the Zenin Estate that didn’t think Toji Zenin wouldn’t kill them in the blink of an eye. Happily, at that. 

It was rumored he was cursed, ruthless. And out of everyone - elders, servants, children - not one didn’t look over their shoulder behind every corner of the sprawling Zenin house, flinching at his mere shadow. Broad, towering, wrenching out nothing but hushed apologies and deep bows - they never dared to look into his devastating eyes. 

And right now, that pale-faced attendant of yours could only tremble - pray - she won’t be next on Toji’s long, long list of victims when the looming man himself bends to meet her lowered gaze. And oh-

Fuck. 

No one ever saw the vicious head of the Zenin clan smile - no one. 

Except you.

And here he had the most dangerous grin gracing his features, darkened olive eyes wide - crazed, when they halt on that slightest drop of red sinking into the tatami mats.

“My wife.” The other woman jumps when he loudly kicks your chamber door open. Abruptly barking out a deep, humorless laugh at the disheveled emptiness inside, “Who took my wife?”

---

Young master Zenin - Toji Zenin. Your husband.

It’s only been a few months since your stiff, lavish wedding ceremony to him - part of an arranged deal made between his clan and your own. Your parents practically leapt at the chance to marry into such an esteemed jujutsu name, forgetting all those dark rumors swirling around the young head at the first golden glint of the Zenin family’s massive treasury.  

Sure, they promised to treat you well, to prime you into becoming the new madam of their distinguished household. But you knew better - it wasn’t your upbringing or your cursed technique that brought you here, they couldn’t care less - no, it was because of an heir. 

The one thing that the Zenin family didn’t have. 

And the one thing Toji Zenin refused to give them.

That much was obvious when just minutes after exchanging vows and the ceremonial sake, a group of todgering elders had thrust a heady antidote for conception into your hands, smiling smugly as if they’d just given you the wedding gift of the century. Of course, your all-new husband didn’t even look at you properly on your wedding night - opting instead for a short, husky goodnight and to sleep in a separate bedroom down the hall from the newly-weds’ chamber. 

He wasn’t a cruel husband, you think, and he was attractive - painfully so - and felt more like a gruff acquaintance than anything. But the only problem was that he didn’t embrace you, not even a fleeting kiss.

Even when you really wanted Toji to.

“-T-Toji?” you’re breathing shallowly, eyes blinking up hazily at the dim lighting. It comes out small, cracking so pathetically at the end.

“---Toji--even----”

“No use--- had--months---”

“---keep her to myself--”

Instantly, you’re sitting upright in a cold, wooden chair. Heart thumping wildly against the ribs of your body, it bangs at the thickly digging rope wrapping around your body.

Shit shit shit - where were you? The last thing you remembered was chatting with your attendant in your room, and she’d handed you a brand-new perfume to smell- Fuck. Where was-

“Ah, you’re awake.” There’s a high, sing-song voice from somewhere on your right, and your blood runs chillingly cold when you recognize that voice. “Honestly, I hoped you wouldn’t be around for this part but-” Naoya Zenin claps his hands to get the attention of every other elder hunched around the traditional Japanese room. “-that just makes it all the more fun, right?”

With the one tiny lantern being lit overhead, you could make out those scraggly smiles, the sharp glint of the Zenin Clan’s famed katanas. A tear stumbles down your trembling cheek, tasting salty on your lips.

“Aww, not the tears.” Naoya guffaws, “You know m’not good with the tears.” Those ropes pinning your hands behind your back rub raw with your frantic movement, creaking and unstirring despite your best efforts. “Try and try all you want, sweetcheeks, but a failure of the Zenin clan will only be met with the appropriate consequences.”

A failure.

The words would’ve cut deep had they not been the very same ones spat at you at every clan meeting - the exact reason you didn’t accompany Toji to the one today. Toji, you think. Fuck, how you wished you’d have gone just this one time. 

Straightening your spine the best you could in this binding chair, you ask - firm, pretending for all the world to be as confident as you’re not. “What do you want from me?”

It’s as if your question is the biggest joke that every scowling man in this room had heard, and they all burst into wheezing, riotous laughter. Some even slapping their knees - even Naoya gives you a cold, leeringly gleeful grin, “Just as mouthy as he is, huh?” He turns back to the elders, “She’s asking what we want!”

You bristle at another bout of cackles, struggling to hiss out a strangled, “Well- well if you bastards just fucking told me-”

“An heir.” 

Fuck, you had a feeling it was this.

“What? You pussies get your rocks off by wondering about mine and Toji’s sex life?” you let out shrill laughter, mouth moving before your brain because fuck, if it was all going to end now, might as well spew out everything you’ve wanted to since you walked in here. You shake your woozy head, “Oh fuckin’ grow up, if the man himself wanted an heir then you’d know-”

Eyes enraged, he takes a heated step towards you, “You little-”

“Naoya.” The strained drawl of an elder you’d seen around the corridors stops him straight in his tracks, and Naoya gives the man a hasty, reluctant bow. “Finish it. Before he gets back.”

Those last few words splatter a few drops of panic into your words, and a few more exhausted tears stream down your face. 

“Heh, whatever.” he’s taking one last greedy lookover down your rattling figure. “Would’ve taken y’for myself if I didn’t think he’d kill me, sweetcheeks. What a shame.” Trailing off airily, he turns back towards where you spot another spiking glisten in the dark, a metallic twang! rings through the thick, musty atmosphere. “Who knows, maybe his next wife will actually listen to a thing or two.”

Next wife. 

You’re not sure why but the thought made your heart clench. And you’re gasping when he turns back around - silver katana in hand - trying to scream, yell, anything for help. But no sound comes out. 

Instead, all you can do is gape when Naoya crowds in menacingly closer, you can just hear the smile in his voice when he coos mockingly, “You’re much better when you shut up, doll.” You press your lips tightly together at the same, sullied use of Toji’s nickname for you - wondering how he would react to all of this. Wincing at the cutting whoosh! of the katana being raised up, up, up- “Any last wo-”

BANG!

You’re grimacing at the loud crashing of wood and panels, sliding doors ripped to shreds. And in the hazy cloud of dust you could make out the outline of a tall, heaving figure. Big arms swaying with his choppy breaths, he’s standing still - dangerous.

And even in the soft darkness, your unblinking gaze caught on his gleaming, feral smile, sharp canines bared like some beast. Eyes carnivorous, widened as he assesses the room like a predator lurking in on its prey.

The drop of fear hits you before the realization - Toji.

Letting out a strangled yelp, “T-Toj- mmpf!” Before cold, wrinkly fingers come up from behind to cover your mouth. But even the slightest sound of your voice has Toji’s form jolting - fingers twitching on the handle of his blade, like electricity zapped through his entire body, and you can hear the elder behind you take in an obvious gasp when his eyes lock onto the two of you. 

Finally. 

Toji’s lips part silently, and abruptly, you’re being let go of as if you burned. “You.” 

It happens so fast that you’re not even sure you imagined it, in a split-second, the long, jagged dagger in Toji’s hand is being flung right at his shivering target. . 

And you knew he won’t miss - he never will, because you’re not even blinking when a drawn-out groan of pain echoes from behind you. Followed by an echoing thud!

“My wife.” Toji’s rasping baritone sends goosebumps racing down your spine, you’re puffing in a quick inhale at just how close he sounds. Sure enough, when you look up, you’re met with softened sage eyes, and crooked beginnings of a smile. “My wife.” he breathes out, as if he still couldn’t really believe it. But any and all tenderness in his body bleeds away when Toji abruptly looks over his shoulder at the men crowding around the entrance with a thunderous glare, “Next.”

Naoya is the first to dare to speak - to even move. Yelling, “Y-y- do you even know who that- the crime it is to kill one of the elders-”

Fuck, you swear Toji looked elated at that, that savage grin still plastered on his face, he grits through clenched teeth, “Next.” 

Next. Next. Next. Next. 

It’s all that kept being laughed - laughed - out when Naoya activated his own cursed technique, absolutely nothing against Toji’s rampant ravaging. The thrum of jujutsu makes your head throb, and Toji’s steps sound deafening. Pressurized lunges towards the man himself, and before he can think - before he can even breathe - Naoya’s being pinned face-down on the tatami floor. Face stinging with the force of the stronger man’s foot on his head, pressing it underneath his wooden sandals. He speaks softly - as if talking down to a child - over the strained pop! pop! pop! of joints. “For taking my wife, for insulting the very soul of my soul.”

Toji wasn’t done, he wasn’t even stopping. He was out of control. Ready to kill. To break. 

And none of the elders could do anything - in fact, they fall fatally still onto their knees at Toji’s growing smile, the slow turn of his head. All knowing they were on the very brink of death himself. “Who’s next?”

Fatigue and relief hits you like a semi-truck - five of them, in fact. And you can feel your body drooping lower, vision tinging with black at the corners. Over the grotesque crunching of limbs, you think you could hear a faint, gruff laughter of, “Yeah, ya might wanna sleep this one out, doll.”

---

Toji never wanted to let you out of his sight. Never. 

And with you so vulnerable like this - dozing off gently on his silken bedsheets, body curling subconsciously into his benevolent hold - he thinks he never will.

Mellow, rounded tips of his thick fingers glide down your skin, sensitive from the hot water and the way he’d washed away every evidence of the blood and pain from just a few hours before. 

“I’m sorry.” Toji breathes, hushed, a thumb gliding away a stray droplet of water on the apple of your cheek. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” He connects his forehead with your damp one, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m sorry. If I hadn’t come to see you early from the meeting- just knew something felt wrong.”

“Sorry for what, Toji?”

Your teasing tone of voice shocks him to his very core, and yet he can’t find it in himself to pull away - fuck, he can’t even dare open his eyes to look. “All of it.” he’s spitting out, tormentingly.

It takes you a while to find the words, “It’s- it’s not your fault.” you nod, a wet hand coming up to comb through Toji’s soft black tresses. “It’s neither of ours.”

There’s a few seconds of silence, in which he’s scrubbing non-existent beads of water off of you. Long strokes - slow, and purposeful - and you have to hold back your sudden yelp when it hits you that this was the first time that he saw you naked.

“But-” he falters, shaking his head - before thinking better of it. And you take the moment to appreciate just how gorgeous he is up close, every spike of pink in his worried lips, dark lashes kissing his high cheekbones. “But it’s over now, you can- you can go back to your clan.” he grimaces, still looking like he wanted to rip something - someone - apart. “The Zenin family is done.”

Done. 

“Toji.” you exhale, luring in your face so close to your husband’s. Too close. “Come with me. Fuck this Estate, fuck having an heir- and fuck the elders, if they’re not dead by now anyway.” They were - every single one - bodies piled high in the same room you were carried tenderly out of, you find out later. You steady onto your elbows on that unfamiliar mattress - Toji’s, you distinctly realize. And his brows crinkle upwards into an expression you’ve never seen on him before.

“I…”

“And-” A hand of yours wraps around his throat, nails digging into the racing pulse of his at the side of his milky neck. “-kiss me.”

Then he’s raising his eyes to look at you and fuck-

You were fucked. 

You might as well have just signed away your own will because here was the man that was covered in blood not too long ago, here he was with his lids hooded, pupils blown. “My wife.” he repeats that same mantra from before, lips parting like something so dark, visceral, was poked dangerously awake. Like he couldn’t quite believe it. His eyes flicker in a lingering triangle across both of your eyes, your lips. Just a hair’s breadth away. Straining out a raspy, “Oh fuck.”

Depraved - Toji’s lips are so depraved . And he’s drinking you in like all his bloodthirst from before had liquidated into pure need. 

You’re mewling when a large palm brushes over to cup your cheek, tilting that pretty head of yours to deepen the kiss. “Toji.”

You shouldn’t have done that - oh, you shouldn’t have done that. Because the sound of his own name in your syrupy sweet tone makes him jolt. Jolt. His entire body rumbles with a deep, wrenched-out growl, followed very closely by a loud slam! of Toji’s fist banging down on the nearby bedside table. Only later will you find that perfectly indented hole in the shape of his hand, splinters scattered across the floor. 

Like wanted to keep in control - needed to keep in control. But was failing - miserably. 

“F-fuuuuck-” he draws out huskily into your mouth, that tiny scar always at the corner of his mouth catching on your lower lip when he takes it between his. Sucking on that slick-glossed seam harshly, it almost hurt - but it hurt so good. “You have no idea- absolutely no fuckin’ idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.”

And suddenly you’re so painfully aware of the way your robe hadn’t been tied up properly, feeling the cinch of your sensitive nipples against his rich yukata, the warmth of all five of his long fingers splaying out just below the curve of your tits. 

You can feel his needy hips rutting into yours - such raw strength in the way he holds your own still so easily. Pushing right into the bullseye between your legs with the outline of his massive, heated bulge. Languid, delicious drags.

“Fuck we shouldn’t-” he cries out when you’re reeling him back in with his plump lip tucked beneath your teeth. “You need to-” Before he’s being tugged back in again. And again. And again and again like one taste of your candied lips and he was addicted. Barely able to choke out a single syllable before mashing them back onto yours. Gruffing out a deep rumble from the depths of his sculpted chest, “Shit- y’know why I didn’t do this sooner? Why I didn’t just fuck you right then and there in front of hngh- everyone whenever I wanted to? Because I knew-”

He cuts himself off with a convulsing shudder, pulling away just enough that you whine disappointedly. “I was gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”

“Couldn’t- hngh-” you’re mewling at the delicate little strings of syrupy spit snapping. Spying down at the way his yukata was disheveled now, displaying such delicious panes of warm skin for you. “Couldn’t have guessed.”

Toji’s brows raise at your slightly bratty tone, lips curling into such a sinful smirk that it makes your cunt throb so hotly, despite the slowly cooling water. His eyes darken - as if something snapped. “Oh- you’re gonna fucking regret that, ma.”

And something did -  maybe his whatever restraint he had left, probably you by the end of this.

In an instant, you’re seeing a flash of that man- that monster from before. Baring you the most vicious grin inhumanly possible, if you didn’t know any better you’d have wondered how high the death count would be. The hundreds? The thousands?

He’s worshiping down your body like an apology for all that transpired before, hot, wet brandings of his mouth across each and every inch of skin he could reach. It made you whimper, it made you feel the powerful hum of his strength at his fingertips, it made you need more more more-

All you can let out is a drawling moan when he unapologetically snaps! the hem of your panties onto your heated skin, “Don’t be such a t-tease.”

Oh, you were so weak against the dark head of the Zenin clan, against the way he circles his two hands around your ankles. Easily pulling - hauling you across the plush mattress like some ragdoll. 

Not even hesitating before ripping your poor yukata off your body, until you’re left spread so shamefully underneath him, Toji knocking down hard onto his knees before you. 

“Well- whatever my wife wants…” the same dangerous grin grows along his face, glinting white teeth bared where they held your flimsy excuse of panties between honed canines. He murmurs the final few words hovering over where you needed him the most,  “...no elder or god themself could stop me from giving you.” 

RIP—! 

It’s the last thing breathed out of his heaving lungs before your poor underwear is being torn off of you by his very mouth, not wasting a moment before spitting them out, and burying his face between your trembly thighs. Not even taking in one last gulp of air, not even thinking because all Toji Zenin knew was that he was going to fucking die if he didn’t taste your sweet sweet cunt right now. 

“Oh f-fuck-” he’s musing, sharp tongue stuttering for once in his life. “Fuck fuck fuck- fuck-” You’re yelping when your jelly-like legs are pliantly thrown over Toji’s broad shoulders, digging into the muscles of his deltoids. “Can’t believe you’ve been-” He trails off so deliriously, planting a hot, thick glob of spit on your spread pussy lips once. Twice. Smearing that glistening coat along your puffy folds with the fat of his thumb, “-been holdin’ out on me like this.”

“Shit- s’too much.” you’re whining at the slippery gloss of the mess he’s made down below leaking down your slit. Threading your fingers through his silky locks, “I wasn’t holding out on anything, y’know-”

His wide-eyed gaze was locked on your sloppily winking hole, circling the rim of that needy ring of muscle with his pointed index. “God…” his hot breath fans your dripping cunt, “You might just be my god. Didn’t wanna bring a kid into this family but you’re so- so sweet m’thinking it might not be too bad.”

Those words are barely even registered in your mind before his pretty pink lips wrap themselves around your throbbing clit. Handsome cheekbones hollowing, droopy eyes rolling to the back of his head when Toji sucks. Whirling his tongue erratically around the sensitive nub, such lewd little squelches ring in your ears. 

“T-Toji—” your purring moans only make him bury his face even deeper, nose pressing up against the edge of your sopping slit. And each thorough drag of your slobbering cunt down his face makes you knock against the end of his chin, so thirsty with the way he was making out with your cunt. Like he couldn’t get enough - never will. “Y-you were the one-” the heels of your feet move up higher to loop at his neck. “-holding out.”

And you knew that Toji the strongest of his clan - you knew it took more than a mere, barely-lucid tug to have him clashing even deeper into your pussy. 

But he does for you anyway. 

“Fuck- fuck you little-” Toji’s own heavy tongue betrays him with a throaty moan, and he looks so furious. Seething at the way he was pussydrunk already. Greedy gaze so crazed that you’re back to wondering how high the kill count would be- would they all even fit on the Zenin Estate? “-f tha’s what you fuckin’ want.”

“Wha- oh!” you yelp at the sheer burning stretch of your legs being pushed up, up, up until your knees were knocking against your tits. And Toji takes the shamefully spread opportunity to bully one rummaging finger past your swollen folds. “Oh fuck- you’re reaching so- so-”

“Finish it.”

It takes you a second to realize that Toji’s addressing you, his tone so jagged. Words muffled when he pants them out into your weeping cunt. 

He’s pulling out his finger - intentionally curving exactly against all those sweet spots mushed into your velvety walls - only to brand your poor clit with a sharp smack! “Finish that fucking sentence, ma.”

“-deep!” your hips are bucking up at another hefty intrusion, Toji’s fingers relentless inside your elastic wall. Molding out your insides to memorize every bump of his knuckles, every neat curve of his short fingernails. “So so- deep, Toji.” you whine, your shaky hands coming to rest at where you could feel him pumping in and out feverishly into hidden nooks and crannies of your sopping cunt. “C-can feel you right- here!”

This earns you another smack! gifted once again on your awaiting clit, but any and all irritation is swept away when he’s clashing his lips with yours down below in such a messy kiss. Meshing around the bulge of his own large fingers, tongue rolling placatingly over your glisteningly ravaged clit. Flicking, “Yeah- definitely my kind of fucking goddess.” His own free hand dances up to rest about midway up your stomach, pressing down. “M’gonna be in even deeper soon, y’know. Trust me.”

It’s at this moment that Toji’s exploratory fingers find their greedy way to your bulbous g-spot, immediately crashing into it - hard. 

There. There there there, you want to say - but you don’t have to, because he could tell. Could feel the vice-like grip of your slicked walls, the way it’s almost difficult to hammer back into your cunt. 

“Yeah yeah I got it-” he’s humming cockily, back to dragging his lips all over your clit senselessly all over. “All you hafta to do is- hah-” He’s being cut off by his own ravenous thirst, slurping mouth grinding even faster into your pretty pussy. And all you can hear are those syrupy squelches and the smacking of Toji’s mouth, your whining ah! ah! ah! following with every push of his fingers forming around your gummy walls. Curling deftly to massage all your sweetest spots he’s already mapped out so scarily well. “-ahh fuck- can’t get enough. Would kill them all over again just for a single taste of this. Would kill everyone- burn down this entire fuckin’ city.”

You didn’t doubt it, and Toji didn’t let you - not for a single second. 

Because he was almost violent in his approach, bruisingly pushing apart your legs further and further with each sloppy, stumbling second. Looking up at you with his wild gaze, with such a feral grin you could feel along every crevice of your overwhelmed cunt. 

“Can tell ya liked that-” he’s huffing out a surprised bout of laughter, “Ohhh- ya like that very much, huh?”

His tongue was alternating between ravaging your clit and brushing against the teasing edge of your entrance now. Over and over. And you’re gifted with another imprinting smack! onto your quivering cunt - and another and another and another until you’re all but sobbing out such a broken, “Toji- m’so close, fuck- m’gonna cum, m’gonna cum–”

“Then cum f’me, my wife.”

It only takes a few more messy rams of Toji’s fingers knuckle-deep into your eagerly swallowing pussy until you’re crashing so aggressively into your high. Wave after wave of white-hot pleasure running down, down, down your spine and into where he was relentlessly stuffing your convulsing pussy. 

Fucking you over and over through your orgasm, the pretty sight of you so splayed out and ruined makes Toji’s mouth water. He feels like a damn dog with the way his tongue lolls out, grin widening, he murmurs absent-mindedly, “Yeah- wouldn’t be bad at all. Swear you’re gonna be the end of my sanity.”

Fuck, you shamelessly ogle the way his dark robe falls down his broad shoulders, revealing so many dips and curves of muscle after muscle. He was so large - so meticulously sculpted that your restless legs fasten around Toji’s slenderly toned waist, drawing him close until your bare chests were rubbing up against one another. “Heh- you don’t get to hold out on me anymore, doll.”

It sounded almost like a threat - but your bleary, orgasm-drunk mind only has the chance to wonder what exactly he would do if you did. If you didn’t give him - the one head of the Zenin clan that didn’t get everything he wanted handed to him on a silver platter since birth - the one thing he would kill for. Die for. 

You. 

So you’re smiling drunkenly, head tilted to one side, “What are you gonna do about it?”

Toji doesn’t answer - doesn’t even bother to. And the only response you’re getting is a strained laugh - delirious almost, like the mere thought of that was enough to shred away whatever was left of his sanity.

And yours - clearly - because in that very moment, Toji lets his throbbing cock finally spring out, smacking against his abs to leave a glisteningly wet smear of precum. So so angry, his fat weeping tip lets out another wave of syrupy precum at the chill of the heady air. 

Shit - he was big. 

Long, long shaft blending so prettily from a feverish red at his tip to the tan skin behind those tufts of black at his happy trail. Veins pulsing, girthy enough that you’re wondering back to his kill count, thighs twitching nervously to a close. 

“No- no no-” you could tell his tone was trying to veer into scolding, but you caught the way it cracks with so much raw need. “Don’t you fuckin’-” His hands just wrench your knees back open, green eyes just aflame at this point. “-dare.” 

His pointed smile was so dripping wet with your sweet sweet juices from before, trickling in a sloppy trail all the way from the glossy corners of his lips, down to his chin. And his eyes follow the splattering, thick puddle on your collarbone. 

“Oh-” Toji’s mouth falls into a wicked gasp, immediately, he’s surging forward to pool the syrupy mess on his hot tongue. “Heh- guess we really are just now consummating our marriage, huh?”

The movement causes his painfully rock-hard cock to just kiss at your puffy pussy lips, just mashing the fat round tip of his length between your slit. Teasing. So fucking filthy. 

“Toji-” you’re wrenching him by his dark hair to pant into his open mouth, like a mantra. “More- need more- fuck I need-”

“More?”  His shuddering rap is barely even audible, ringing straight to your very heated core, because he sounded so wrecked. So fucking utterly ruined. Voice a few octaves higher in disbelief, “My pretty girl wants my cock? Fuckin’ want-” And then it’s like all the air is being knocked out of your lungs - literally. Feeling as if you’re being split apart so sinfully so, “more?”

You couldn’t have answered if you’d wanted to - because Toji Zenin was fucking ruthless. Just as mean as those greedily lingering juts of his hips, pushing and pushing his massively rotund length past your first snug channel of muscle. 

But that didn’t matter, because your slutty cunt was speaking more than enough for the both of you - or at least that’s what Toji mutters, over and over when he pushes in jutting, unrhythmic jabs to squeeze himself deeper inside you. 

“Oh- oh my god–” you’re batting your heavy eyelids open to take in the way your overstuffed pussy just bulges around him. Lips spread so widely it was like they were conforming to each ridge and vein down Toji’s fat cock, beading a glossy sheen down every inch by fucking inch you were being fed. “So much- fuck, don’t know if I can take it.”

Toji Zenin would rather die than not have his pretty wife all overfilled with cock if that’s what it takes him. 

And by the way your teary eyes grow wider, he suspects his pussydrunk mind might’ve just babbled that out loud. “Heh…didn’t I tell ya, ma?” His low whisper puffs hotly against your ear, tugging tensely on your earlobe. “M’gonna fucking ruin ya.”

And it’s times like this that it’s so clearly impossible to forget that Toji is inhumanly human - that you are so unfairly nothing in a match up against him.

CRACK!

Because with one, harsh ram of his sharp hip bones smacking against the globes of your ass - every solid inch of his intimidating cock is slammed against your tightly cushioning walls. It’s such a ravaging intrusion and you swear you could feel him everywhere. Feel him thrumming hotly against sweet spots inside you that you didn’t even know existed. Finally, buried all the way to his thick hilt, yet still nuzzling his hips upwards for more-

“S’broken.” Toji muses, and for a second you didn’t know if he was talking about you or the suspiciously sagging bed. “Plan B.” 

It takes only two seconds for his beefy arms to pick you up as if you were weightless - god, he was treating you like some object. And the only time he’s not enveloped by your heavenly cunt is when you’re being shoved down like some slut onto the cool mahogany of Toji’s work desk, his firm front pressing up against your arched back.  

“Plan C is to just fuck you into the floor until it breaks.” he snorts throatily into your ear. 

And you wondered whether it was a joke - you hoped it was a joke. You almost half-believed it until he was back to bulldozing his plump tip back into your briefly-neglected cunt. Stretching the clingy rim of muscle to bend to his round length, fully. Oh, he’ll never get used to this sight. 

Yeah, you definitely weren’t making it out alive. 

“F-fuck you really are-” One hand of yours scrambles to blindly white-knuckle the smooth wood beneath you when Toji’s bludgeoning your pussy with powerful, long thrusts. Feeling every minute flex of his thick thighs behind your own, shuddering with each forceful hammer of his sweeping cock inside you. “-you really are in so deep.”

As if to confirm, the man himself glides down an open palm to your stomach. Pressing down hard with all five splayed-out fingers until Toji could feel the same incessant slam of his thumping cockhead, the cascading ripple of his heavy, cum-filled balls smacking against your ass. 

“Told ya- hah told ya so.” his cocky groans are whirling all throughout your mind, such a hot, melty mess with the sheer fucking stretch of Toji’s cock. “Y’know…I can’t help but imagine just how pretty you’d hngh- look all stretched out n’ swollen as a momma.”

You’re nodding deliriously, and the way his crashing thrusts were just bruising against your spongy cervix, bouncing off onto every sweetly hidden sensitive spot inside your elastic walls. “Shit- ya jus’ got wetter- ya like that? The thought of me fuckin a baby into ya?” he spits, long sloppy tongue coming up to taste the dredges of tears streaming down your face- shit, when did you even start crying? 

“Shh shhh- don’t cry–” he’s cooing, rewarding you with another heavy smack! right onto your poor clit. Every steady clash against your over-sensitive g-spot only sends a fresh wave of big fat tears for Toji to kiss at. “-don’t cry, don’t cry. Never f’me, m’never hah- gonna kill off anything that makes my pretty wife cry-” A soft, salty peck on your lips, “-n’ that includes me. If ya asked me to, ma. I’ll give ya anything you ever want.”

There’s a creaking slam! on the wooden surface, and a hasty look over your shoulder shows that Toji has hiked his knee up onto the desk. For a second, you wonder whether it hurt - whether the throbbing shaft of his cock wasn’t rubbed raw by now, whether his abs weren’t just burning with movement. Fucking you so recklessly into the desk.

But oh, you think Toji Zenin would care?

You think he would give a fuck about anything other than rutting riotously into your gripping cunt? Drilling into you again and again until your tip-toes don’t even reach the ground at the force of his pressurized thrusts. The change in angle has his leaky tip glide glossy lines right across the bottom of your dripping pussy and pressing down harshly onto your g-spot. So rough. So mean. You’re scrambling further and further up the desk and-

“Now now-” Toji hoists your weak hips up ever-so-slightly back to him, before pinning you to the desk with his full, heavy bodyweight. “No running away. Heh…how funny would it be if I actually did jus’ hngh- fuck a baby into ya right now?” His fingers get so sloppy on your clit, “Fill ya up- rub an heir right in everyone’s faces?”

“Shit- m’so close- again-” Your ears are popping at the pure saturated stimulation when his hand down below rolls over your clit. Desperate. Depraved. Glossing up the curve of his thick thumb with all the sweet slick beading out with each broken thrust. It’s like he was out of control - losing his fucking mind. And your delirious mind wondered whether you’d be next, that faint cracking of joints certainly not boding well for either of you. “Toji, m’gonna-”

He’s so erratic - sloppy. And so it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same - fuck, you didn’t even realize it at first.

So hard that your vision flashes red and white, breathing raggedly gasping in lungfuls as you rock your sticky hips back into Toji’s so greedily. Your voice is shot - because you’re moaning Toji’s name so loud that it almost felt disrespectful, echoing across the sex-thickened air. “Tha’s right- scream as loud as you want, ma. It’s just us in this house.”

And maybe it was that - maybe it was the feeling of your velvety walls clamping down hard around his achy length - maybe it was just the way you’re whispering out such saccharine sweet, “Cum inside.”

Because Toji’s fractured sanity can only handle a few more unkindly bullying drives into your gushing cunt before he’s cumming and cumming so much he thinks he might die. 

Doesn’t know if he can - if he wants to - stop.

“Oh- ohhh fuck- didn’t think I’d actually-” You feel a branding bite inside the crook of your neck as his sloppy white seed splatters at your inner thigh with each rummaging thrust forward. Oozing down in messy, thick dredges. “-hngh- gonna fill you up so good- until you can’t take it anymore.” You didn’t know if you already could - because you felt so full. Toji’s syrupy cum sloshing around with each ram of his hips, coating your walls in a creamy, slick-like sheen on the inside. 

“Yes–” you sigh over another splintering crack! from somewhere, “Fuck fuck fuck- need you to- hngh, wanna make you a daddy- give you an heir, To-”

It’s as if he couldn’t bear to hear your swollen lips part with his name, because Toji’s shutting you up with a sweltering kiss. Still mounted and rutting into you so animalistically, “the best- the best momma, you’re gonna be the best momma-” he hushes into your mouth. Pliantly kneading your body into a sinful arch for him, you barely even register it when he’s carrying you away. Two thick fingers pooling his glistening cum, inching them back into your stretched-out cunt - “Don’t waste a single drop now- hngh- fuck, you’ll look so pretty all full.”

Before you know it, you’re being sprawled out so easily on the clean tatami mats below, face down, your hips being propped up by one of Toji’s. And in your bleary peripheral vision, you could just about make out how ruined that desk was - how broken. How the fuck haven’t either of you broken any bones, yet?

Or maybe you have - you wouldn’t even know at this point, because Toji was still slamming into your poor, overspilling pussy again. His harsh grunt puffs out in a feverish breath against your ear, “Told ya I was gonna ruin you, doll. Better get ready-” He’s punctuating each word with a sloppy, sold thrust, pace picking up to fuck you so thoroughly into the floor. “Because I have a Plan D and a Plan E until m’sure you’re givin’ me an heir.”

A/N. Ooo what if I made a clan leader series? Thoughts?

Plagiarism not authorized.

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ACCIDENTALLY CALLING TOJI “DAD” DURING SEX

Tw - DAD kink, established relationship, father figure Toji kinda, Age gap (early 20s, late 30s) Not proofread.

A/n - Hey so! This is fiction :Þ

You're gasping beneath him, every shaky breath snagging in your throat as your thighs locks tighter around his waist. Your arms are thrown up above your head as his heavy weight keeps you pinned to the mattress. It's suffocating in the best kind of way possible.

He’s all thick muscles and warmth, every inch of him pressing down hard like he’s trying to brand you with his weight. His skin’s damp with sweat, warm and gritty and he smells like cedar, smoke and something darker— like lust soaked into sun-baked skin.

The sound of your whimpers echoes under the hum of the ceiling fan, paired with the dull thumb of the headboard rocking against the wall. Toji's grunting lowly in your ear, rough voice thick with the kind of tired huskiness that makes your stomach coil.

“Such a needy fucking thing, huh?” he pants, teeth grazing your earlobe before he gently licks at it. “Couldn't even wait for me to get home. Practically jumped me soon as I walked through the door”.

You had to, you spent the whole day alone, overthinking and fidgeting and yearning for him to get home, you're always so good for him, so quiet and well-behaved until you're not. Until you're climbing into his lap while he still has dust on his hands and grease under his fingernails. You'd kissed him without thinking, your breath shaky, hands clumsy, and your thighs already sticky where your shorts pressed into your core.

And now, you're all soaked and stretched, your hips twitching each time he thrusts into you. His hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just resting— enough to make you feel owned by him. His thumb strokes the side of your neck like he's calming a wild thing.

“You always get like this when I'm gone, don't you?” he murmurs, eyes locked into yours. “like you miss me too much that you don't know what to do with yourself”.

You nod stupidly, glossy lips parted— your tongue caught between your teeth as you try to form words but they're foggy and melting away under his pleasurable rhythm. You clutch his back like you're trying to hug him, blunt nails digging into the hard, flexing muscles and your voice is a broken whisper—

“Please, please, I— Toji, I need—”

“Mmm? Need what, sweetheart?” he coos, cruel and gentle all at once, his face just mere inches away from yours. “Tell me. C'mon, don't go dumb on me now”.

You try, you really do but your mind's spinning, undone by how deep he is, how close he’s finally holding you, how safe and filthy it all feels. You wrap your arms around his neck like it'll keep you grounded, your forehead pressing into his shoulder while tears burn at the corners of your eyes, voice shaking as it slips out:

“Please, Dad—!”

The whole room freezes and goes cold. Your breath catches and you're eyes go wide, mortified as ever. Even the ceiling fan seems to stop spinning for a second.

Toji stops moving— not fully but his hips are still, his cock buried to the base inside you, just marinating in your warmth while your slick clings onto his shaft. You can feel the way his cock suddenly twitches at the word. His sharp eyes find yours immediately.

His lips curl into a taunting smirk, his eyes gleaming with something smug and confident. “Huh?” he drawls, low and amused. “What was that?”

You immediately panic, your face burning with embarrassment. “I— I didn't mean, shit I didn't—”

He chuckles at how eagerly you're trying to defend yourself. A rumbling chuckle, his nose brushing yours as he leans down to your face. “You calling me dad now, kid?”. He murmurs, hot breath against your lips.

You squirm under him, shaking your head furiously, wishing you could go by in time and change it. “It was an accident! I swear—”

“Accident, huh?” he softly kisses your cheek, nips it then coasts down to your jaw. “You sure about that? Sure you didn't just let that pretty little mouth slip ‘cause I fuck you better than any little boy your age ever could?”

You're still shaking your head, tears spilling now from shame and pleasure and the overwhelming intimacy of it. He's everywhere— rough voice in your ear, chest smushed against yours, cock thick and pulsing inside you.

“Poor thing,”he whispers. “You thinking about that? Thinking about how I take care of you? Pay your rent. Fix your car. Feed you. Fuck you”.

“Toji— please, don't—”

“Dad, huh?” he murmurs again, rolling his hips once, hard enough to make you cry out. “Y'know, I am kinda like a father figure to you, ain't I?”

He reaches between you, thumb rubbing circles over your clit now, voice a soft mocking croon in your ear. “You get all bratty when I'm not around. Need me to put you in your place. Want my attention. Cry when I don't give it to you”. his hips start rolling against you again.

“Sound a lot like a needy little girl who wants her dad's approval”.

You're sobbing now, your hips jerking and toes curling against his lower back, overwhelmed by shame and pleasure to the point where you're completely ruined. “Say it again,” he breathes. “C'mon. You said it once— say it like you mean it”.

You try to resist— teeth sinking into your lip so hard you could taste blood but your body betrays you. You're shaking under him, soaked and desperate to cum, desperate to finish all over his cock but he's not letting up— he'll drag this out until you break.

So you do end up breaking.

“Please, Dad,” you whisper, voice cracking, cheeks wet with tears. “Please, I wanna cum!”.

He growls, leaning down to kiss your forehead, sounding proud and satisfied. “There's my girl”.

And then he fucks into you harder— deep, punishing thrusts that knock the breath from your lungs. His hand clamps around your throat, not too tight but just enough to make your head spin. He’s mouthing at your neck, all teeth and tongue, sucking marks into your skin like he’s branding you.

“Begging your dad to cum— fucking hell, you're so messed up, darling,” he groans, sounding very very proud despite his words. “But that's okay. I'll take care of you. Always do. Now I get why you're always clinging onto me and looking at me as if I hung the damn moon”.

You came undone with the next thrust, your body convulsing and teeming as pleasure rips through every nerve. You sob his name— or maybe “Dad” again— you can't even tell anymore because you can't think straight nor even breathe properly.

He follows moments later, groaning your name like a prayer. Maybe the name “dad” got to his head because now his swollen cockhead is leaking into your womb and filling you up with his seed like he owns you and plans on planting a baby inside you.

After he pulls out, he gently presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and tender against your skin. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close to his warm chest and you let yourself melt into him, too tired and sore to even think about moving. The exhaustion weighs heavily on your limbs but his warmth keeps you anchored in place.

“Dad, huh?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, a smirk dancing against your hair. “Might have to get that in writing”. You groan into his shoulder, a mix of exhaustion and frustration creeping into the sound but it only makes him laugh— a warm, smug sound that rumbles through his chest. His arms tighten around you, and you can feel the slight smugness in his grin, knowing full well how much he enjoys teasing you.

[safixiovi]

My 24/7 messed up mind with Toji

𐔌 cw fauxcest, daddy kink. mdni.

father figure!toji was no stranger to you calling him daddy during sex, or well, more or less during domestic encounters.

but dropping dad, though? they are synonyms in general discussion alright, but context-wise…

“oh fuck, dad, right there!”

he’d be caught off guard, because - were you lisping? maybe you’d bitten down your words in the heat of an obscene moan?

you’d babble out apologies as toji would pause. the literatim difference is huge. “hic–‘m sorry daddy, i meant-hah-”

“oh but we both know what y’meant, doll.” he grumbles in response, and you wish you could hide, but what’s trapping you between these four walls is toji’s deltoid body caging you beneath.

your pupils blow wide open, their starry gleam reflecting the hulking man that’s been taking care of you for so long, managing to corrupt you in the process.

toji readjusting himself is a dizzying movement, your smaller frame rocking left-n-right felt like he’s about to withdraw himself - it’s a split second, though, because he’s drilling his cock right back into your drenched cunt. the amplitude almost feels sinister. you bring your hands to your face, one to cover your dirty mouth, the other to hold your head like a damsel in distress. like you didn’t enjoy every second of it. oh, you.

you splatter no, no, nos because apologies take too many vowels to form while your velvety walls are being fucked so deliciously by a heavy cock leaking too much cum for it to be called pre.

toji collects both your wrists with one calloused hand, pressing them against your heaving chest that’s trying to buffer your rapid heartbeat. “hah. go wit’ it then, sweetheart. let your dad make y’feel so good.”

grunting, he clutches the headboard to tower over you, thick, flexed thighs knocking yours upwards so he can shift closer. your lips go agape, eyebrows enlacing in worry. your cunt wrings toji’s shaft, begging him to dive deeper. doing exactly that, he spurs you on to continue calling out his name. “tojiii—”

no, not that. “uh-uh, kiddo,” he opposes, panting in the middle of a hip-slam. your bent legs hang loosely, and toji’s close to wearing one of them as an accessory on his shoulder.

as he fucks into you, eyes boring into yours with dark appetite, your leg falls right into place, heel digging into his upper back. his thick arm wraps around your thigh, bringing his hand to your erect nub to fog your mind. that, and his plap plap plaping wet thrusts got your sight yoyoing, and it doesn’t take long ‘til you cry out,

“dad, dad, dad! fuck, fuck, fuck!”

your voice is so sweet, you sound regretful until you suddenly don’t, and the acceptance goes riiight into your pulsating pussy splashing pearls of arousal.

“fuck—good, good fuckin’ kid.”

it all goes right into toji’s ego, too, and he’s bullying into your cervix, caked ropes of seed claiming you, webbing the much needed towel below you. moans after moans leave the two of you, thriving on the forbidden title.

“you are so messed up, little one.”

sure, you are, but he is enabling you. dad knows you best, right?

[safixiovi]

🕯🕯🕯manifesting the most hot, mindblowing, toe curling, knee hurting sex for you with the most caring and gentle aftercare🕯🕯🕯

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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