variadims

[variadims]

Hi y’all!

So I’ve been seeing online that people don’t consider stories or fanfics “slow burn” when they kiss early on in the story. I totally get it, everyone has their own idea of what counts as slow burn, but to me it’s not just about when they get physical and more about when they actually fall in love.

Intimacy and love aren’t always the same thing although yes they can go hand in hand, but for stonehearted’s toji (at least for now 👀) doesn’t really do romantic love. He’s way more comfortable with physical closeness than emotional vulnerability, that’s why recent parts have been quite passionate.

But anyways I’d love to hear some feedback. Would you rather see more intimate moments between reader and toji as the story goes on, or should I save those scenes for later when more feelings start to arise?

let me know in the comments<33

[variadims]

Stonehearted 6

Toji x Reader

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here Part 5 here

AN: I think this is one of the few parts I enjoyed making in this story so far. As someone who has never kissed or even been in a relationship, I learnt a lot from this. Honestly most intimate scenes are inspired from other fics I've read over the years so hopefully I did good. Let's be real who hasn't had a wattpad phase before😋😋 (wc: 2.5k)

Part 6

“Teach me more…” you huff, looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes, lips parted just slightly.

He froze for a moment, caught off guard by how easily the words slipped from your lips. His breath hitched, just slightly, and suddenly the air between you shifted. You probably didn’t fully understand what you were asking, not really, but the way you looked at him, trusting and open, stirred something deep in his chest.

He knew he should be careful. He should slow down, maybe even pull back. But instead, he leaned in without thinking, like your presence pulled him in without asking. He reached up and gently touched your cheek, his fingertips brushing your skin with surprising tenderness.

“You really want me to?” he asked quietly, voice low and rough. “You want me to show you more?”

You nodded, slow and deliberate. You didn’t say anything else, but you didn’t look away either.

He studied your face carefully. Not just your eyes, but the way you held yourself. The way your breath caught, the way your hands stayed still, not pulling away. He was looking for hesitation, for fear, for anything that told him to stop. But all he found was curiosity.

He chuckles softly, he’s definitely amused but undeniably aroused by your request. “Gladly,” he murmurs, hands rising to gently tilt your head, angling you just right. His lips brush over yours again, deeper this time, slower, guiding you with practiced ease. You feel the subtle shift in his kiss—more purposeful, more intimate. Then his tongue traces a featherlight line across your bottom lip, a silent invitation.

“Open up a little,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. You part your lips, tentative but trusting, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting you slowly. It’s not rushed or demanding, just a gentle exploration, sensual and steady, as if he’s savoring every second. He pulls back slightly, letting you breathe, then dips in again, this time coaxing your tongue to move with his.

“Like this,” he murmurs between kisses. “See how our tongues meet?” He kisses you again, his thumbs caress your cheeks, guiding you while your lips learn the rhythm of his.

“And… here’s another trick,” he breathes against your mouth. Before you can respond, he pulls back just a breath, then surprises you with a playful nip to your neck. It’s light, more tease than bite, but the sensation sends a jolt through you. You gasp softly, eyes flying open in shock as you look at him.

“What’s that for?” you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He smirks, clearly enjoying your reaction. His voice dipping lower. “It’s a little trick—something to stir things up. A tiny sting of pain, just enough to sharpen the pleasure.” He leans closer, mouth brushing your ear as he murmurs, “Did you like it?”

You swallow, suddenly aware of the way your heart’s racing. He slowly runs his fingers through your hair, gently tugging your head back to expose your neck. Nuzzling his face against your throat, inhaling your scent deeply, he places soft kisses along your pulse point.

You hummed softly, tilting your head to the side and baring more of your neck to him like a silent invitation. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips, heart pounding at how effortlessly you responded to his touch. The quiet trust in the gesture didn’t go unnoticed, he leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to your skin. His breath warm as he murmured against your neck, “This is called necking… slow, teasing kisses..” he inhaled your scent in between, “Maybe a little bite too. Done right, it can drive someone absolutely wild.”

His lips trail lightly along the curve of your neck, planting feather-soft kisses that make your skin prickle. “Especially here…” he whispers, brushing his mouth just beneath your jaw. A soft moan escapes your lips, barely audible but he hears it.

The sound makes his breath catch, and his body responds instantly to your quiet vulnerability. His mouth continues its slow exploration, trailing kisses down the side of your throat, each one firmer, more deliberate. The gentle pressure of his lips and the flick of his tongue leave a warm, tingling path in their wake.

“Does that feel good?” he asks between kisses, voice low and rough, barely holding back the hunger lacing each word.

“Mhm…” you hum, your breath hitching when his lips find the place where your neck meets your shoulder. Your body melts into his, soft and pliant under his touch.

His voice grows husky, almost a growl against your skin. “What if I suck harder?” Before you can answer, his mouth closes over the sensitive spot, sucking gently at first—then deeper, firmer, enough to leave a mark. Your sharp gasp and moan echo in his ears like a reward. He grins against your neck, thoroughly pleased. He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze dark with heat and mischief,  “Looks like I found your weak spot.”

You panted softly, lips parted, eyes locked on him. Without thinking, you reached for him again, your fingers curling into his shirt as you pulled him back in, crashing your mouth to his in a rush of heat and want. You kissed him with everything he’d just taught you—tentative at first, then bolder, more deliberate.

He groaned into your mouth, the sound low and raw. Your sudden boldness caught him off guard but in the best way. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he kissed you back with a hunger that left you dizzy. Your lips moved with his, your tongue brushing his just the way he’d shown you, and he could feel the effort, the eagerness in every touch.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, pulling back just enough to breathe before diving in again. “You’re learning too fast…”His hands roamed up your sides, fingers splaying wide as if trying to memorize the shape of you. He kissed you deeper, more possessively, swallowing every soft moan you let slip. You followed his lead, mirroring the slow sweep of his tongue, and when you finally got it just right—pressing against his with perfect pressure and rhythm—he groaned aloud, head tipping slightly back from the intensity.

His eyes fluttered shut, jaw tightening as the pleasure spiked. One hand slid into your hair, gripping it just enough to tilt your head as he claimed your mouth again, this time with something fiercer, more desperate. “Just like that…” he rasped, voice hoarse. “God, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” He groans loudly, gripping your hair to deepen the kiss even further. He's never been so turned on in his life.

“Fuck…” he breathes, pulling back, chest rising and falling in heavy waves. His lips are swollen, his eyes dark with a mix of desire and something softer—something that looks a lot like adoration.

“I think that’s enough lessons for today,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse and strained, barely holding it together. “Before I really can’t control myself anymore.”

You’re panting too, heart pounding in your chest, but you’re nowhere near done. “More…” you whisper, the hunger in your voice undeniable.

Before he can respond, you fist your hands in his collar and pull him back in, crashing your lips to his with a desperation that steals his breath. He laughs softly into your mouth—a dark, throaty sound that vibrates against your lips—as his control begins to unravel. You're addictive. One kiss from you isn’t enough. Hell, it might never be enough.

Your sudden aggressiveness hits him like a lightning strike, sharp and direct. It sends a jolt through him that he feels all the way down, igniting every nerve with a raw pulsing heat. He’s hard now, achingly so, and every inch of him is tuned into you. The way your hands pull at him, the way your lips move like you already know exactly how to undo him. He has to push you back just slightly, needing a breath, some space, anything to stop himself from completely losing it. 

But when his eyes drop to your lips, still parted and swollen from the kiss, and then lift to meet yours again, all wide and burning with want, he’s done for. His pupils are blown, breathing ragged. “Where the hell did you learn to kiss like this?” he pants, voice low and rough, barely holding together, “Do you always get this aggressive when you kiss?” he asks, voice low, teasing, but there’s something else there too. 

You’re flushed, dazed, breathless. “I don’t know… this is the first time I’ve done something like this.”

He freezes for half a second, then exhales a shaky laugh, pressing his forehead to yours. “Fuck… then I’m really in trouble.” His eyes darken with possessiveness at your innocent confession. Your thumbs brushing over the slight stubble along his jaw as you lean in. Your breath mingles with his for a heartbeat, heavy and warm, before you tilt your head and lower your mouth to his skin. Just like he taught you.

Your lips find his jawline first, laying down soft, deliberate kisses as you trace the sharp angles of his jaw. His skin is warm beneath your mouth, and he smells like charred cedarwood and iron, mixed with the clean, salty musk of sweat warmed by heat and linen. 

You shift slightly, lips drifting lower, and press a gentle kiss to the side of his neck. You can feel the way his pulse jumps under your mouth. That little reaction spurs you on. You suck lightly at the spot just enough to tease, to see how far you can push before he snaps. You taste heat, skin, something that feels intimate in a way you hadn’t expected, and it makes your own pulse pick up in response.

He jerks beneath you, a shudder coursing through his entire body like lightning arcing down his spine. You feel it in the way his hands tighten around your waist, clutching at you like a lifeline, his fingers pressing into your hips hard enough to leave a memory behind. He’s trembling—barely—but it’s there.

He tilts his head without thinking, baring more of his neck for you, and you follow the invitation greedily, trailing more kisses across the sensitive skin. A choked, guttural sound escapes him.

“Goddammit…” he rasps, the word half groaned, half prayer.

The heat radiating off him is palpable, and for a moment, it feels like the whole world has narrowed down to this—his breath against your temple, your mouth on his skin, and the sound of his self-control unraveling thread by thread.

Finally, you pull back, just enough to meet his eyes, and the look on his face nearly steals your breath—desire raw and unguarded, pupils blown wide, chest heaving.

You smile, a little shy, a little proud, and ask softly, “So… how did I do?”

He stares at you, his lips parted as it takes him a moment to find his voice, and when he does, it's low and reverent, "Are you kidding? You just... Jesus. If I didn't know better, l'd think you were secretly trained to ruin men."

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you say with a playful smile, swiping your thumb across your lips in one smooth motion. He watches you, utterly mesmerized as you casually wipe your mouth, like you didn’t just made him senseless and shake him to his core. There’s a spark in your eyes, a quiet confidence blooming in your expression that makes something primal in him stir.

And that smile? It undoes him. He exhales slowly, like trying to calm a fire already out of control. You're innocent, sure—but the way you look at him, the way you touch him? It's driving him to the edge. He’s trying to keep his composure, feeling like losing the battle against his own desires. This innocent girl is driving him wild without even knowing it. "That’s…" he manages to say, voice strained, "that's enough for now."

You looked at him, your gaze shaded with something between disappointment and desire. It wasn’t loud or dramatic, but it was there—in the softness of your eyes, the slight pout of your lips, the way you held your breath a little longer. 

He noticed. And it did something to him. For a moment, he just stared. Quiet. Still. Then he smiled, small and crooked, like he was trying to play it cool, as if your expression didn’t make something in his chest twist sharply. “Hey… don’t look like that,” he said, voice low and smooth. “I’m about two seconds from forgetting I’m supposed to be the one teaching you things.”

You furrowed your brows, turning your head away slightly, the frustration barely concealed. He chuckled under his breath at your reaction— it was amusing. Something about your reaction tugged at him. His hand lifted, fingers brushing under your chin, tilting your face gently back to his. The touch was easy, light. But his eyes lingered.

“You’re killing me with that face,” he said, soft and almost teasing. Almost. He leaned in just a little, his thumb brushing the edge of your jaw, gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips and back again. “Are you really this clueless about what you do to me?” he murmured, voice warm with feigned curiosity. 

“Because those little pouts… and the way you look at me like that…” His voice softened, almost reverent, the sentence tapering off like he was afraid of where it might lead if he finished it. He let the thought hang in the thick silence between you, then exhaled a soft, shaky laugh. His eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze dropped to your lips again, lingering there, tracing them with something like restraint wrapped in longing. Like he was committing every detail to memory—every curve, every breath.

“Fuck,” he whispered, so quietly it was barely audible. His chest ached at the sight of you, at the unguarded curiosity in your eyes, the way you waited for him so openly. You were a virgin in every sense of the word. No boy had ever kissed you. No one had ever tasted  you. 

Suddenly, he felt that flicker of guilt of wanting something too badly. Like a wolf watching a prey trusting walk into its jaws and still, he couldn’t look away. “God help me,” he murmured, almost to himself, a prayer laced with need. Then, more deliberately this time, his hands slid to your waist. His grip tightened—not rough, but firm, anchoring. Grounding.

“Come here,” he said, voice low and steady. A command softened by the way his thumbs stroked your sides. He paused, studying you again, searching your expression for any hesitation, any flicker of doubt. When he spoke again, his voice was husky, threaded with something darker.

“If you’ve never kissed a boy before…” he said slowly, his thumb brushing your lower lip, “…then I’m guessing you’ve never done anything more, either.” He swallowed, throat tighten as the image of your mouth ghosting through his mind before he pushed it away. Barely.

AN: As always tysm if you've read until here. This part took me FOREVER to do. Part 7 will definitely be spicer with much more action BUTTT will also be coming out later than usual. I hope you guys enjoyed this one and remember to like and follow!!

[variadims]

Stonehearted 6

Toji x Reader

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here Part 5 here

AN: I think this is one of the few parts I enjoyed making in this story so far. As someone who has never kissed or even been in a relationship, I learnt a lot from this. Honestly most intimate scenes are inspired from other fics I've read over the years so hopefully I did good. Let's be real who hasn't had a wattpad phase before😋😋 (wc: 2.5k)

Part 6

“Teach me more…” you huff, looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes, lips parted just slightly.

He froze for a moment, caught off guard by how easily the words slipped from your lips. His breath hitched, just slightly, and suddenly the air between you shifted. You probably didn’t fully understand what you were asking, not really, but the way you looked at him, trusting and open, stirred something deep in his chest.

He knew he should be careful. He should slow down, maybe even pull back. But instead, he leaned in without thinking, like your presence pulled him in without asking. He reached up and gently touched your cheek, his fingertips brushing your skin with surprising tenderness.

“You really want me to?” he asked quietly, voice low and rough. “You want me to show you more?”

You nodded, slow and deliberate. You didn’t say anything else, but you didn’t look away either.

He studied your face carefully. Not just your eyes, but the way you held yourself. The way your breath caught, the way your hands stayed still, not pulling away. He was looking for hesitation, for fear, for anything that told him to stop. But all he found was curiosity.

He chuckles softly, he’s definitely amused but undeniably aroused by your request. “Gladly,” he murmurs, hands rising to gently tilt your head, angling you just right. His lips brush over yours again, deeper this time, slower, guiding you with practiced ease. You feel the subtle shift in his kiss—more purposeful, more intimate. Then his tongue traces a featherlight line across your bottom lip, a silent invitation.

“Open up a little,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. You part your lips, tentative but trusting, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting you slowly. It’s not rushed or demanding, just a gentle exploration, sensual and steady, as if he’s savoring every second. He pulls back slightly, letting you breathe, then dips in again, this time coaxing your tongue to move with his.

“Like this,” he murmurs between kisses. “See how our tongues meet?” He kisses you again, his thumbs caress your cheeks, guiding you while your lips learn the rhythm of his.

“And… here’s another trick,” he breathes against your mouth. Before you can respond, he pulls back just a breath, then surprises you with a playful nip to your neck. It’s light, more tease than bite, but the sensation sends a jolt through you. You gasp softly, eyes flying open in shock as you look at him.

“What’s that for?” you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He smirks, clearly enjoying your reaction. His voice dipping lower. “It’s a little trick—something to stir things up. A tiny sting of pain, just enough to sharpen the pleasure.” He leans closer, mouth brushing your ear as he murmurs, “Did you like it?”

You swallow, suddenly aware of the way your heart’s racing. He slowly runs his fingers through your hair, gently tugging your head back to expose your neck. Nuzzling his face against your throat, inhaling your scent deeply, he places soft kisses along your pulse point.

You hummed softly, tilting your head to the side and baring more of your neck to him like a silent invitation. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips, heart pounding at how effortlessly you responded to his touch. The quiet trust in the gesture didn’t go unnoticed, he leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to your skin. His breath warm as he murmured against your neck, “This is called necking… slow, teasing kisses..” he inhaled your scent in between, “Maybe a little bite too. Done right, it can drive someone absolutely wild.”

His lips trail lightly along the curve of your neck, planting feather-soft kisses that make your skin prickle. “Especially here…” he whispers, brushing his mouth just beneath your jaw. A soft moan escapes your lips, barely audible but he hears it.

The sound makes his breath catch, and his body responds instantly to your quiet vulnerability. His mouth continues its slow exploration, trailing kisses down the side of your throat, each one firmer, more deliberate. The gentle pressure of his lips and the flick of his tongue leave a warm, tingling path in their wake.

“Does that feel good?” he asks between kisses, voice low and rough, barely holding back the hunger lacing each word.

“Mhm…” you hum, your breath hitching when his lips find the place where your neck meets your shoulder. Your body melts into his, soft and pliant under his touch.

His voice grows husky, almost a growl against your skin. “What if I suck harder?” Before you can answer, his mouth closes over the sensitive spot, sucking gently at first—then deeper, firmer, enough to leave a mark. Your sharp gasp and moan echo in his ears like a reward. He grins against your neck, thoroughly pleased. He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze dark with heat and mischief,  “Looks like I found your weak spot.”

You panted softly, lips parted, eyes locked on him. Without thinking, you reached for him again, your fingers curling into his shirt as you pulled him back in, crashing your mouth to his in a rush of heat and want. You kissed him with everything he’d just taught you—tentative at first, then bolder, more deliberate.

He groaned into your mouth, the sound low and raw. Your sudden boldness caught him off guard but in the best way. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he kissed you back with a hunger that left you dizzy. Your lips moved with his, your tongue brushing his just the way he’d shown you, and he could feel the effort, the eagerness in every touch.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips, pulling back just enough to breathe before diving in again. “You’re learning too fast…”His hands roamed up your sides, fingers splaying wide as if trying to memorize the shape of you. He kissed you deeper, more possessively, swallowing every soft moan you let slip. You followed his lead, mirroring the slow sweep of his tongue, and when you finally got it just right—pressing against his with perfect pressure and rhythm—he groaned aloud, head tipping slightly back from the intensity.

His eyes fluttered shut, jaw tightening as the pleasure spiked. One hand slid into your hair, gripping it just enough to tilt your head as he claimed your mouth again, this time with something fiercer, more desperate. “Just like that…” he rasped, voice hoarse. “God, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” He groans loudly, gripping your hair to deepen the kiss even further. He's never been so turned on in his life.

“Fuck…” he breathes, pulling back, chest rising and falling in heavy waves. His lips are swollen, his eyes dark with a mix of desire and something softer—something that looks a lot like adoration.

“I think that’s enough lessons for today,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse and strained, barely holding it together. “Before I really can’t control myself anymore.”

You’re panting too, heart pounding in your chest, but you’re nowhere near done. “More…” you whisper, the hunger in your voice undeniable.

Before he can respond, you fist your hands in his collar and pull him back in, crashing your lips to his with a desperation that steals his breath. He laughs softly into your mouth—a dark, throaty sound that vibrates against your lips—as his control begins to unravel. You're addictive. One kiss from you isn’t enough. Hell, it might never be enough.

Your sudden aggressiveness hits him like a lightning strike, sharp and direct. It sends a jolt through him that he feels all the way down, igniting every nerve with a raw pulsing heat. He’s hard now, achingly so, and every inch of him is tuned into you. The way your hands pull at him, the way your lips move like you already know exactly how to undo him. He has to push you back just slightly, needing a breath, some space, anything to stop himself from completely losing it. 

But when his eyes drop to your lips, still parted and swollen from the kiss, and then lift to meet yours again, all wide and burning with want, he’s done for. His pupils are blown, breathing ragged. “Where the hell did you learn to kiss like this?” he pants, voice low and rough, barely holding together, “Do you always get this aggressive when you kiss?” he asks, voice low, teasing, but there’s something else there too. 

You’re flushed, dazed, breathless. “I don’t know… this is the first time I’ve done something like this.”

He freezes for half a second, then exhales a shaky laugh, pressing his forehead to yours. “Fuck… then I’m really in trouble.” His eyes darken with possessiveness at your innocent confession. Your thumbs brushing over the slight stubble along his jaw as you lean in. Your breath mingles with his for a heartbeat, heavy and warm, before you tilt your head and lower your mouth to his skin. Just like he taught you.

Your lips find his jawline first, laying down soft, deliberate kisses as you trace the sharp angles of his jaw. His skin is warm beneath your mouth, and he smells like charred cedarwood and iron, mixed with the clean, salty musk of sweat warmed by heat and linen. 

You shift slightly, lips drifting lower, and press a gentle kiss to the side of his neck. You can feel the way his pulse jumps under your mouth. That little reaction spurs you on. You suck lightly at the spot just enough to tease, to see how far you can push before he snaps. You taste heat, skin, something that feels intimate in a way you hadn’t expected, and it makes your own pulse pick up in response.

He jerks beneath you, a shudder coursing through his entire body like lightning arcing down his spine. You feel it in the way his hands tighten around your waist, clutching at you like a lifeline, his fingers pressing into your hips hard enough to leave a memory behind. He’s trembling—barely—but it’s there.

He tilts his head without thinking, baring more of his neck for you, and you follow the invitation greedily, trailing more kisses across the sensitive skin. A choked, guttural sound escapes him.

“Goddammit…” he rasps, the word half groaned, half prayer.

The heat radiating off him is palpable, and for a moment, it feels like the whole world has narrowed down to this—his breath against your temple, your mouth on his skin, and the sound of his self-control unraveling thread by thread.

Finally, you pull back, just enough to meet his eyes, and the look on his face nearly steals your breath—desire raw and unguarded, pupils blown wide, chest heaving.

You smile, a little shy, a little proud, and ask softly, “So… how did I do?”

He stares at you, his lips parted as it takes him a moment to find his voice, and when he does, it's low and reverent, "Are you kidding? You just... Jesus. If I didn't know better, l'd think you were secretly trained to ruin men."

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you say with a playful smile, swiping your thumb across your lips in one smooth motion. He watches you, utterly mesmerized as you casually wipe your mouth, like you didn’t just made him senseless and shake him to his core. There’s a spark in your eyes, a quiet confidence blooming in your expression that makes something primal in him stir.

And that smile? It undoes him. He exhales slowly, like trying to calm a fire already out of control. You're innocent, sure—but the way you look at him, the way you touch him? It's driving him to the edge. He’s trying to keep his composure, feeling like losing the battle against his own desires. This innocent girl is driving him wild without even knowing it. "That’s…" he manages to say, voice strained, "that's enough for now."

You looked at him, your gaze shaded with something between disappointment and desire. It wasn’t loud or dramatic, but it was there—in the softness of your eyes, the slight pout of your lips, the way you held your breath a little longer. 

He noticed. And it did something to him. For a moment, he just stared. Quiet. Still. Then he smiled, small and crooked, like he was trying to play it cool, as if your expression didn’t make something in his chest twist sharply. “Hey… don’t look like that,” he said, voice low and smooth. “I’m about two seconds from forgetting I’m supposed to be the one teaching you things.”

You furrowed your brows, turning your head away slightly, the frustration barely concealed. He chuckled under his breath at your reaction— it was amusing. Something about your reaction tugged at him. His hand lifted, fingers brushing under your chin, tilting your face gently back to his. The touch was easy, light. But his eyes lingered.

“You’re killing me with that face,” he said, soft and almost teasing. Almost. He leaned in just a little, his thumb brushing the edge of your jaw, gaze flicking from your eyes to your lips and back again. “Are you really this clueless about what you do to me?” he murmured, voice warm with feigned curiosity. 

“Because those little pouts… and the way you look at me like that…” His voice softened, almost reverent, the sentence tapering off like he was afraid of where it might lead if he finished it. He let the thought hang in the thick silence between you, then exhaled a soft, shaky laugh. His eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze dropped to your lips again, lingering there, tracing them with something like restraint wrapped in longing. Like he was committing every detail to memory—every curve, every breath.

“Fuck,” he whispered, so quietly it was barely audible. His chest ached at the sight of you, at the unguarded curiosity in your eyes, the way you waited for him so openly. You were a virgin in every sense of the word. No boy had ever kissed you. No one had ever tasted  you. 

Suddenly, he felt that flicker of guilt of wanting something too badly. Like a wolf watching a prey trusting walk into its jaws and still, he couldn’t look away. “God help me,” he murmured, almost to himself, a prayer laced with need. Then, more deliberately this time, his hands slid to your waist. His grip tightened—not rough, but firm, anchoring. Grounding.

“Come here,” he said, voice low and steady. A command softened by the way his thumbs stroked your sides. He paused, studying you again, searching your expression for any hesitation, any flicker of doubt. When he spoke again, his voice was husky, threaded with something darker.

“If you’ve never kissed a boy before…” he said slowly, his thumb brushing your lower lip, “…then I’m guessing you’ve never done anything more, either.” He swallowed, throat tighten as the image of your mouth ghosting through his mind before he pushed it away. Barely.

AN: As always tysm if you've read until here. This part took me FOREVER to do. Part 7 will definitely be spicer with much more action BUTTT will also be coming out later than usual. I hope you guys enjoyed this one and remember to like and follow!!

[variadims]

Something to look forward to 🤗🤗 I definitely didn’t went overboard so yeah. These are just drafts and ideas for each part btw not really written out yet. Currently working on part 7, part 6 will be out this weekend!!

[variadims]

My vessel fanfic has been bugging me a lot lately, I’m in a dilemma if I should post one last part to wrap it up but I have so much to write for the Toji one 🥀🥀

[variadims]

Stonehearted 5

Toji x Reader

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here Part 4 here

AN: Hi guys.... I know I said I would make it up to you guys this time but I had to cut this part in half. I planned on writing it longer but I fear school isn't treating me any better. Anyways enjoy this part for now as they get more familiar with each other, especially their lips😉😉 (wc 1.7k)

Part 5

He moved closer to you, leaning forward, making the entire room seem to shrink. The weight of his sudden presence pressed in on you. The warmth that once lingered in his eyes had cooled into something calculated, testing. He was pushing you, pushing at your boundaries, probing for a reaction, for a crack in the surface. “What if I just…” he began, his voice dipping lower, smooth and dangerous. “What if I took what’s rightfully mine… as your husband?”

The words hit you with a force that left no room for pretense. The challenge in his tone, the intent behind it, crackled in the silence that followed. “Would you try to stop me?” he tilted his head, gaze fixed on yours, smirking slightly.

A shiver traced your spine. It wasn’t quite fear, but something else. Was it disgust you felt… or desire? You couldn't tell anymore. You swallowed hard, the question hanging in the air like a dare. “Could I even stop you?” you murmured.

He pauses, realizing the absurdity of his challenge. A chuckle escapes his lips as he leans back, his arms supporting him. "Yeah, probably not. Besides, I wouldn't want my virgin bride to hate me even more after deflowering her roughly." He watches your reaction closely. He's trying to read you. Your body language, your expressions, your willingness. He realizes something and laughs softly again, "Answer this then. Have you ever kissed before?"

You shook your head and his smile widens, realizing that you're truly innocent. He's never slept with a virgin before so the idea intrigues him. He leans back against the wall, his voice turning softer. "So not only are you a virgin, you're also innocent? Never kissed, never touched?" 

“That would make me unclean,” you said quietly, each word carrying the weight of a belief you didn’t choose but had lived with for as long as you could remember. “I was raised to be a wife… not a woman.”

His expression shifted, softening around the edges. The sharpness in his gaze gave way to something quieter—curiosity, perhaps even a flicker of guilt. He hadn’t realized just how deeply it ran in you: the innocence, the rigid ideals wrapped around your sense of self. You weren’t pretending. You truly believed it. Raised to be obedient, untouched, perfectly preserved for one man, one moment, one role.

He sat back slightly, studying you with a newfound fascination. “So,” he said slowly, his voice gentler now, “If a man were to kiss you… you’d consider yourself dirty?”

You met his eyes without flinching. “If he’s not my husband,” you said, calm but unwavering, “then yes.”

The air between you thickened. Something about your honesty was so raw, so absolute till the point it unsettled him. He wasn't sure if he pitied you or envied the clarity of your convictions. But the only thing he knew was that he couldn’t look at you the same way anymore. He nods slowly, understanding your perspective. To you, a kiss is a sacred act meant only for your husband. He finds himself strangely curious about how you'd react to a real kiss, not a peck on the cheek like you'd get from family members. "What if your husband kisses you?"

“I don’t have the option to say no… do I?” you said, your voice low, steady, almost too calm. As you turned to face him, your eyes locked onto his, “So tell me… what exactly are you planning to do about it?”

He paused. Something in your directness shifted the balance between you. There was no hesitation in your expression, only a quiet challenge wrapped in innocence. He hadn't expected that from you, not with that soft voice, not with those eyes.

His body leaned forward instinctively, drawn by the tension crackling between you. The smirk on his lips faltered into something far more serious. His voice dropped a level, rough with something unspoken. “You’re challenging my self-control right now. What if I said I wanted to kiss my wife right now?” he murmured, leaning in closer, eyes narrowed on yours. “Would you let me?”

You didn’t flinch. Instead, your brow arched slightly, calm as ever, “Can I refuse?” The question landed like a strike, subtle but sharp. His breath caught for a second before he let out a quiet, humorless laugh. That look in your eyes—the stubborn pride, the untouched resolve—it unnerved him. And he liked it far more than he should.

“No,” his voice like velvet drawn over a blade. “You can’t refuse. As your husband, I have the right to kiss my wife whenever I want.”

Your lips parted slightly, and your answer came after a pause, dry but deliberate. “Then kiss me.” You challenged him, your eyes never looked away, never blinked, and in them, he saw it again—that flicker. Fear, maybe. Or resistance. Or something dangerously close to both. And for the first time, he wasn’t entirely sure who was in control anymore.

He chuckles, amused at your boldness. He inches closer, invading your personal space. His breath is warm against your face as he whispers teasingly, "Then prepare yourself, wife. Because… husbands kiss their wives." Suddenly, without warning, he closes the distance and presses his lips softly against yours.

"Mmh!" Your eyes widen from the sudden contact. He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours, gauging your reaction. He sees the surprise and innocence in your expression and it makes him want to be gentle. He doesn't move away completely, keeping his lips just a breath away from yours. 

“Was that your first kiss?” he asks, voice low, almost teasing. His gaze dips to your lips, lingering there as if already imagining the next one.

You nod, lips parting slightly as you draw in a shaky breath. Nervously, you bite your bottom lip—an unconscious move, but one that catches his full attention. Something in his eyes darkens, soft heat blooming behind them. He finds the gesture maddeningly sweet and incredibly tempting.

Without a word, he leans in again, closing the distance with a slow, deliberate ease. This time, his mouth presses to yours with more intent. He captures your bottom lip between his, sucking gently, teasing you with the barest hint of pressure. His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing your skin as he holds you still, anchored in this moment.

You don’t know what to do, not really. So you keep your eyes open, wide and curious, watching him through the haze of sensation. You study the way his brows furrow slightly, the way his lashes flutter when he deepens the kiss, the way he’s completely focused on you as if nothing else exists.

He draws back slightly, releasing your lip with a soft, wet sound. A small smirk plays on his face when he sees your stunned expression. “You’re looking at me like you’ve never seen a kiss before,” he murmurs, voice laced with amusement and something more—something hungry.

You blink, still trying to catch your breath. “I haven’t,” you confess, a soft laugh escaping before you can stop it. “That sounds ridiculous out loud.” You laughed to yourself. 

He bursts into laughter, finding your honesty utterly endearing. "Your first kiss had you staring at me like l'm a science experiment. Watch and learn.” He moves back in, this time pressing a soft, proper kiss on your lips, demonstrating clearly how it's done.

You close your eyes and try to mimic him, letting your lips move slowly and hesitantly against his. He feels the change immediately—the tentative way you respond, the softness of your lips beginning to explore his in return. It sends a small thrill through him, the realization that you’re trying and learning, just for him. 

He got excited and got a little rougher. Then the kiss deepens. His hand finds the side of your neck, his thumb grazing your jaw, and suddenly, he’s kissing you rougher. You feel the shift in him, the way he presses in closer, lips moving with purpose, like some kind of expert.

Your thoughts scatter as you try to follow his lead, but you're breathless and dizzy, too caught up in the rush of it. Your hands hover awkwardly at his sides, unsure if you should touch him, hold him, pull him in more, or pull away.

Before you can decide, he does it for you. He breaks the kiss, pulling back slowly, eyes searching yours. You’re left in a daze, lips tingling, chest rising and falling too fast, your mind and breath still trying to catch up to everything that just happened.

A slow smile spreads across his face, pleased and slightly amused. His thumb grazes over your bottom lip, tracing the spot where his had just been. He murmurs, his voice roughened slightly by desire, “Still looks like a confused puppy trying to figure out what humans do with their mouths.”

Your cheeks start to burn, and before you can reply, he leans in again, cutting off your words with another kiss. There’s no rush in this one. It’s deep and unrelenting, like he’s savoring the way you melt under him. This time, you kiss him back without thinking, holding his face to pull him back in to kiss him more. He's surprised but pleased by your sudden boldness, deepening the kiss this time. His hand held the back of your head as he kissed you deeper, his earlier gentleness giving way to a growing desire. 

He pulls back to catch his breath, his eyes locking onto yours with a flicker of surprise there, like he didn’t expect you to catch on so quickly and so naturally. A slow, satisfied smile curls at the edge of his lips. “You picked that up fast,” he says softly, his voice low and husky, like he’s still feeling the taste of your mouth on his. “You’re always full of surprises,” he murmurs.

You can feel a heat pooling low in your stomach, the way his gaze makes you want to close the distance all over again, to prove that you’re not just quick to learn—you want more. “Teach me more…” you huff, looking up at him with wide, expectant eyes, lips parted just slightly, like the words had surprised even you with how easily they came out.

AN: Sorry this took so long but tysm if you've read until here. Part 6 has a draft ready and on the go but I'm not too confident about posting it hence I've cut this part until there. Also, I saw on tiktok recently about the "fanfic curse" and I really hope that doesn't happen to me dear lord. 😰😰 Anyways like and follow for part 6!!

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Okay so I just spent the whole day planning stonehearted’s plot and let me tell you this is gonna be a longggg story. I’ve already planned the ending and everything but if anyone has any ideas feel free to share and I’ll do my best to implement it.

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HEAVY on Toji

Gege has a kink for itty-bitty waists and he wants EVERYONE to know.

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I fear “make them real” isn’t having another part anytime soon 😰😰 I’m putting all my focus on stonehearted rn and it’s gonna be a longgg story so get ready for the ride (literally 😈)

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Plssss make the reader stand her ground and not sleep with toji yet… make himmmm beg for it!

I gotchu girlie no smex but there’s still gonna be some action in other ways 🤫🤫😝 we gonna make him YEARNNNN

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Stonehearted 4

Toji x Reader

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 3 here

TW: !!gr0ping!!

AN: Another short part, I fear, but I will make it up to you all in the next one, trust!! Hopefully I don't weird you guys out too much with this, I was contemplating whether I should change it, but then again it's a little too late. Sorry if there are any writing errors, I did this in a rush😓😓 (wc: 1.6k)

Part 4

He stays like that for a while, holding you close as he drifts off to sleep himself. His arm remains wrapped around your waist, even in his sleep. As the night wears on, he starts to get warm, and his hand unconsciously slowly slides up from your waist to rest just under your breast.

"Mmh..." You moaned softly in your sleep. His hand flexes slightly under your breast at the soft sound, even in his sleep, he can feel the change in your body against his. He nuzzles his face deeper into your neck, inhaling your scent again. His hand slowly shifts higher, resting directly on your breast now. 

He sleeps on, unaware of what his hand is doing. His breathing stays deep and even, but his hand slowly starts to knead and squeeze the soft flesh of your breast. His thumb’s sudden brush over your nipple, causing you to moan slightly and harden even in your sleep. You bit down on your lip as you felt something warm spread around your body. Your eyes opened as you realised what he was doing. 

"Oi... Oi!" You whispered as you tried to get his grip off, but it didn't work. He stirs slightly, his eyes still closed as he mumbles something incoherent. His grip on your breast tightens reflexively, and his thumb circles your nipple again, causing you to moan softly once more. He shifts his hips slightly against you, pressing his growing erection into your backside. 

“What is happening…” You thought to yourself. His sleepy mind is barely aware of what he's doing, but his body reacts instinctively to your body. His hand continues to knead your breasts as his hips start to move slowly against you, rubbing against you under the blanket.

You tried to move away, but his strong grip held you there. You can't help but occasionally moan as he brushes past your nipple again while feeling the bulge in his pants, not expecting he would move closer and touch you like that in his sleep. His breathing grows heavier, his body more aroused. He presses his erection more firmly against you, his hips moving in a slow, rhythmic motion. His hand on your breast becomes more insistent, squeezing and kneading with increasing pressure. His thumb continues to tease your nipple, making it harder and more sensitive.

You covered your mouth with your hand as you moaned, unsure of what this feeling was. His sleepy mind registers the soft moans you're trying to muffle, and it only serves to turn him on more. His hand slides down from your breast, fingers slowly travel down your body, getting closer to your inner thigh. You weren’t wearing anything else under. "No no no.. wake up! Hey!" I said as I grabbed his hand tightly before he could go any higher. That finally made him wake up. His eyes slowly open, blinking in confusion as he realizes his hand is being held firmly by yours. He looked at you blearily, processing his thoughts. 

"What was that? I was sleeping peacefully." You said angrily, your sleep disturbed by his actions. Gradually, he becomes aware of what you stopped him from doing, his cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink, eyebrows wide in disbelief. He quickly pulled his hand back. He tenses up, your words making him snap back to his usual self. He's suddenly defensive.

"Like hell you were," He mutters softly, looking away. "You were moaning like a bitch in heat." He adds silently, though he knows you couldn't hear that part.

"Yeah, cause you woke me up with all your groping." You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling frustrated. "I wasn't groping," He denies hotly, pulling the blanket higher up his chest. He unconsciously avoids looking at you. "You're the one who was grinding on me in your sleep." He mumbles softly, throwing the blame back at you.

You scoffed as you looked down, "You're the one who moved closer and is currently hard." He freezes, then realizes that his morning wood is very much present and poking against the blanket. He throws you a sharp look. "So what if I am?" He snaps. "Most men get morning wood; it doesn't mean anything." He adds arrogantly, looking away again.

"Right but you were grinding against me." You glared at him. He bites his lip, scowling. He knows you're right, but he doesn't want to admit it. He mutters under his breath. "Only because your tits were right there, okay?" He looks at you sharply, challenging you to argue with him.

"Thought you didn't find me attractive?" You raised an eyebrow. His face turns beet red. He opens his mouth to deny it, but the words get stuck in his throat. He remembers all the times he's called you ugly or unattractive, and now he indirectly admitted that he finds you somewhat attractive subconsciously. "Shut up," he said as he looked away. 

"Whatever. The sun is up," you said, sitting up and rubbing your eyes, the warmth of the morning light creeping through the window. You glanced at him briefly, the tension from the night still hanging in the air, but you didn’t let it linger. "Worst sleep ever." You yawned.

He watches you stretch unknowingly sexily. He swallows hard, pushing down his growing arousal. "Mm," He responds non-committally, watching you rub your eyes sleepily. He realizes that you look good like this with no makeup, messy hair, and sleepy eyes.

He smirks slightly, trying to regain his usual composure. "Yeah, yeah. Blame me for your bad sleep." He pauses, then adds with a hint of sarcasm, "Maybe if you didn't grind on me like a horny little cat, you'd have slept better."

"Says you with your erected whatever." You rolled your eyes. “I was sleeping peacefully." He glances down at his bulging erection, cursing internally. He knows you're right, and it annoys him to no end, shifting slightly to try and hide his predicament. He crosses his arms, looking away with a scowl. "Right, right. You were just sleeping peacefully while rubbing your ass all over me." He pauses, his voice dropping to a low, mocking tone. 

"Maybe I liked it," you said blatantly. He chokes slightly. His mind immediately goes dirty, wondering if you were this shameless in bed. He looks at you sharply. "You'd even hump a pillow if it was between your legs huh." He accuses.

"Oh yeah? And you'd know that cause you've been between more legs than I can count." You scoffed. His face turns red with anger and embarrassment. He knows you're right. He's slept with countless girls.  "At least I know how to please a woman, unlike you who probably can't even find your own clit." 

"Well, maybe it’s because I have no experience but have an experienced husband. See the irony?" You argued back at him. He freezes, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. He's never thought about it like that before. The fact that you're a virgin while he's been with so many others hits him hard. He swallows hard.

"I'm just saying the truth," you replied, your voice casual as you stretched, the tension in your body slowly easing. The room was quiet for a moment, the early morning light now filling the space, but the atmosphere still felt thick with the remnants of the night before. You glanced at him, your expression unbothered. "Yeah? Well at least I'm not a goddamn virgin at 20." He snaps, "What's wrong with you anyway?"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" You turned back to look at him, "I can only sleep with my husband in this marriage but you're free to fuck around with other women while still married." He sits up straighter, his jaw clenching as he glares at you. Your accusation hangs heavy in the air between you. He knows he can't argue with the truth. His voice comes out low and strained, "It's not like I wanted this damn marriage anyway. What do you expect?"

"You think I wanted this too?" you asked, shaking your head as you pushed yourself off the bed, "You should have never been in here." He watched you rise, his gaze slipping down your body before he could catch himself.

The brief moment passed quickly, but it didn’t escape the tension between you two. "Well, excuse me for trying to sleep in a bed in my own damn house," he said, his voice colder now, sharp edges cutting through the silence.

"This is my room," you replied, sitting on the edge of the bed, your back to him, the space between you growing thicker with each word. He watches your back, your shoulders stiff. He swallows hard, his voice coming out softer without him realizing it, "Did you..." He pauses, then continues softly, "Did you save yourself for marriage?”

"Did I have a choice? It's what is expected of wives anyway," you said, your voice tinged with a mixture of resignation and frustration. He froze at your words. A flicker of something passed through his eyes as the weight of what you said settled in. He knew the strict, conservative nature of your family. They would have punished you if they even suspected you had kissed someone before marriage. The thought seemed to halt him in place, and for a brief moment, the coldness in his demeanor softened. 

He thought about it, regaining his usual composure, though his voice carried a darker edge as he returned to his normal deep tone. He watched you intently, testing, provoking, trying to gauge your reaction as if daring you to respond. "So, what if I sleep with you now? Huh?"

AN: Thanks for reading till the end! Sorry if this part makes anyone uncomfortable, not that gr0ping is necessary when it comes to building tension, but I just want the reader to have a taste of being touched or intimate with her husband for once. Like and follow for a spicer part 5!

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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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Part four coming out by this week I promise 🤞🤞

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Baby You're No Good

Pairings - Cult leader/clan Leader Geto x F! reader

Summary - You have been promised to marry the psychotic, human hating leader of the Geto Clan, Suguru. Your heart sinks at the wedding when you realize you're likely to be ended once you've fulfilled your duty, giving him an heir. He detests you on sight, as do you, but something happens the first time you lay together, Suguru swears you're some witch, because he can't get enough of you. He becomes consumed with fucking you, with the excuse of 'having an heir' but you begin to wonder just where the lines are blurring. Would you survive this- and will Suguru survive being with you?

CW- Arranged marriage trope, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, psychotic Geto lol- lots of hate sex, Suguru calling you a stupid monkey, angsty, FULL of smut. Reader is a virgin bc she's sheltered due to been promised to him. Reader is FEISTY asf and mean right back. Explicit sex and Geto being whipped/insane/obsessed and psycho. This part- light angst, explicit sex, oral ( f receiving) breed king (it's me so lol) mating press, multi rounds, honestly cute, sweet and fucking emotional!!! WC - 10k

A/N- THE HAPPY END IS HERE! Sooo the beginning 4k words or so are VERY similar to the angst end, but don't skip them because I put a lot of little nuances and deviations! I hope you enjoy the happy ending and the complete end of this fic <3 I'd love to hear thoughts!!

<<<Part five (Sad end) - Playlist - Masterlist

Happy Ending (Sugu/Reader end!)

Suguru lifts you up into his arms, as tired students and sorcerers retreat tentatively, Suguru’s curses dissolve as if they weren’t there while all he can focus on is you, the guilt eating at his heart. Your unconscious body lolls in his arms as Suguru is speaking to his cult quickly, ordering them to stop and retreat for now, all while holding you so tightly against his chest.

Satoru waits for Suguru, staring at your face now, looking so oddly peaceful for what happened, he wanted to pick you up and bring you to Shoko, but Suguru had snatched you up so quickly he had no chance to. Suguru is carrying you around and murmuring his soft orders, not letting you leave his grip.

Satoru had a feeling this would happen, and he hates himself for knowing it and bringing you anyway, but you were okay with it - willing even - to save everyone, he admires it about a girl he hardly knows. To put yourself and a baby in danger to reach out to Suguru, it shows just who you are, it’s easy to see how much Suguru has fallen, when Satoru never thought Suguru never would feel that way again.

Suguru finally walks up, glaring at Satoru when he brushes back a lock of hair from your brow, itching to smack his hand off. “Don’t touch my wife.” Suguru’s words are husky, through his teeth, as Satoru’s blue eyes dart back to his, raising a white brow.

“You’ve really done such a great job taking care of her so far. Why don’t I carry her, I don’t trust you not to disappear, and Shoko is the only one I trust helping her.”

“Tch, you think I don’t even want to help her!?”

“Why? You left her.” Suguru snatches you up closer against his chest, violet eyes glaring now at Satoru, and you hang so limply he feels sick, like you’re just nothing in his arms, barely any signs of life aside from soft breaths.

“You won’t hold my wife in your fucking arms.” 

“Fine, then follow, now.”

Suguru never thought he’d listen to Satoru, but he does, following him now into Shoko’s medical set up, her brows raise as she sees Suguru for the first time in almost nine years, he notices how exhausted she is, all of the fun energy he remembers sapped away. He falters a moment, before carrying you inside, Satoru shuts the heavy door with an echoing bang.

“What’s happened?” Suguru delicately lays your unconscious frame, as Shoko sets to feeling your pulse.

“Energy blast from… one of my men.” Suguru gulps down it all, the fact that it’s even worse, that you were hurt by one of his by mistake.

He wants to kill that man right now.

But Satoru is fucking right - it’s all him.

“She’s pregnant.” Satoru mentions, as if it were so casual, and Suguru glares over at him. “Isn’t she?”

“Yes she is but it’s not your place to fucking say.” Satoru smiles just a bit, something about seeing his friend actually fucking caring about something for once, even if his ire is directed at him right now. Suguru looks at Shoko now, swallowing nervously as he speaks. “She is pregnant.”

Shoko sighs now, nodding and assessing you carefully. “Can’t be far along, she’s not showing.”

“Five weeks.” Suguru answers, quietly, as Shoko raises her hands now, and shuts her eyes, dark hair falling a bit over her shoulders.

“I can’t guarantee the baby will be okay, but I can save her.” Suguru’s heart shatters at her words, looking as the reverse curse technique starts working over you with the incandescent light.

“It’s all your fault. Why’d you fucking bring her here!?” Suguru walks up to Satoru now, smacking a hand as he brushes your hair a bit off your sleeping face, earning a glare behind white bandages.

“She asked to come.”

Suguru pauses. Are you that reckless?

“I told her no at first, but I thought she’d be the only thing to bring you to any of your fucking senses, have you stop killing my students, our friends.”

“I don’t have any fucking friends.”

Shoko scoffs, eyeing him with tired eyes now. “You did.”

“It’s not you all I wanted to eliminate, you simply chose to defend them, the weak,  pathetic…” He can’t say it anymore, what he called them, what he called you.

“Weren’t you the one who said it’s our job to protect the weak?” Satoru’s voice is quiet now, reminding him of just that, the time he felt that way, naive and young.

“You continue to lose all your comrades and friends, Satoru you may be the strongest but it’s not worth it - without them, there are no more curses.”

“It’s not your choice to change how the world is. You’ve gone so far, the only person I’ve ever seen you love since you… changed… is here.” Satoru’s words nearly make him fall over with the pain, the grief, looking at your still unconscious body, as Shoko focuses harder with her technique, the glow soft around you, hovering right over your tummy where a baby exists.

“Please just save her.” Suguru whispers now, and Satoru slips off his blindfold completely, blue eyes seeing right through him.

“You did this. If she doesn’t make it, it’s because of you.”

“I fucking know that!” Suguru shoves Satoru now, which merely earns a tired, sad little smile, while he grips his wrist before he lets Suguru strike him. “I know it, okay? I don’t even… fucking deserve her. I know it.” He’s close to tears as he shoves off Satoru, covering his face before he looks back at you.

It’s gone too far, god it’s all gone too far, hasn’t it?

How can he live with himself after what he’s done to you. He places a hand on yours, you don’t grip it how could you, limp and weak fingers, exhausted face growing just a little brighter. You’re exhausted from him, from the stress - god he left you in his bed, alone, naked and gleaming from your lovemaking.

Lovemaking, it was lovemaking.

You were his everything, and not once did he let you get treated or shown that way, what was just one time of worshipping your body when he didn’t worship or appreciate your soul? Your mind, your wishes, he barely knew you truly - he never gave you a chance to listen. Why couldn’t he just give you a chance, why couldn’t he be there for you!?

He hates himself.

He was going to kill them all, every single human for a better world, but to lose the only important thing to him, you, in a room with two people who loved him once, who cared for him once, and he never deserved any of it. Of your body, of your heart, didn’t deserve any kindness that you - rarely - bestowed upon him, your sweet pleas nor your desperate cries for more of him.

Now that he sees you, and it’s been a good twenty minutes, he’s pacing, his stomach sick and turning, his mind a tumultuous storm of moments where it all changed. Of moments where everything shifted, the life and family he thought he built all lost to a girl, who slapped him, who cursed him, who overtook his heart.

You.

“It’s not working.” He says after more time passes with no sign of anything from you in the quiet room, worried as Shoko sighs, shaking her head.

“I need more time with her, okay? Her body is already in a rough state.”

“What rough state!?”

“She has a weak will, and she needs to have some will to make it through this.” Suguru can’t stand to look then, turning away, his robes still dripping the blood of others, as the woman he loves is unconscious.

A weak will, because of him, he fucking knows it too- it’s all him that did this, that caused it, he wants to blame Satoru for putting you in danger, but it’s ultimately his fault. You begged him to stay despite having been forced into this, despite the horrible things he said and did to you, despite it all you still asked him. You still tried to break through, almost meeting your end.

You awaken suddenly as he contemplates it, with a startled gasp, sitting up, staring at an unfamiliar but pretty face of a woman in scrubs, a stethoscope around her neck. She smiles gently, you feel two men’s hands on you, Satoru’s holding one hand, Suguru the other, both staring up at you now.

“I’m sorry I put you in harm.” Satoru’s words are full of remorse, one of his blue eyes revealed is staring up at you, glimmering. “It was the only way but…”

“It’s okay. I chose to, it was the right thing.” He exhales in relief, as you look at Suguru now, torn between anger, relief and fear… and more, so much more brimming to the surface. “Suguru…”

“I ended the battle.” It’s all relief now, as you clutch him tightly, and all the love in your eyes makes him even more sick, how could you love him?

“It worked.” Your whisper makes him squeeze you so tightly you can’t breathe, before pulling back, glaring down at you.

“It was foolish, reckless-”

“You are not about to lecture her right now on being reckless.” Suguru scowls at Satoru’s words.

“Let’s talk while Shoko checks her out.” Suguru’s words are surprisingly soft, a way you’ve only heard a couple times, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Suguru…”

“Just a minute.” You nod, but something is tugging at your heart.

Satoru and Suguru walk to the other end of the enormous room, footsteps echoing while Shoko murmurs softly. “I’m Ieri.”

“Thank you for… saving me, Ieri.” Your own quiet name makes her smile a bit, as she looks at Satoru and Suguru. “They were your friends, weren’t they?”

“Hmm, I guess they were. Let me check this heart rate, okay?” You nod, eyeing the two quiet men, as your disoriented mind and sore body process what exactly had happened.

“I know you owe me no favors, Satoru… but can I ask for one?” Satoru frowns now, leaning against the wall, as you sit up with Shoko’s help and speak quietly.

“You stopped the attack, if you’re willing to give this up, I’ll do you any favor.” He says, making Suguru sigh.

He doesn’t deserve you.

He doesn’t deserve Satoru.

He deserves no happiness for what he’s done, the horror in your eyes, the fear of the unknown, the baby just barely growing that surely would not survive with him near you. You look at him across the room, with those sad, broken eyes - he’d never made you happy, not once - yet you truly tried. You begged him to fucking stay and what did he do, what did he cause?

“I am taking Mimiko and Nanako far away.” Satoru’s blue eyes widen now.

“And your wife, yes?

Suguru feels sick as he shakes his head. “No.”

“Suguru, are you fucking serious, what more does the girl have to do to be with you!? She almost died to save you, not just everyone.” Satoru’s voice is a hushed whisper, eyes narrowed.

“That’s just it, I’m no good for her, or the baby if it… makes it. Chances are with me and how devastated I make her, it won't.”

“Suguru, she will forgive you.” Satoru puts a hand on his former best friend’s shoulder, coated in blood, and Suguru doesn’t shove it off, he takes a breath instead, shaking his head.

“She will, and so will you, but I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve her and I never did.”

“So become the man she needs, you’re not too-”

Suguru laughs harshly, taking Satoru’s hand off now, holding it for a moment, a million memories of their friendship falling as his hand falls. “Both of you make excuses, but I see what I did to her.”

“She’ll be okay, Shoko-”

“She’ll never be okay. Satoru, I have to ask you…” Satoru shakes his head again, and eyes you now.

“Don’t. Don’t you fucking run, seriously!?” Suguru yanks him out of the room, out of your earshot now, Satoru crosses his arms, as the door echoes in the cold empty halls of the abandoned building they’d shielded Shoko in.

“Take care of her.” At Suguru’s broken words, tears feeling once cold eyes, Satoru falters, lips parting. “Take care of the baby if it… makes it.”

He glares, shoving at his old friend, who’s too down to not let him budge with the movement, forlorn look on his face. “You take care of them, become better.”

Suguru shakes his head. “I can’t face her. I can’t face what I’ve done, I need to go. Far, far away.”

“For how long!?”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever come back. I know it’s a lot to ask - but I also know I can trust you to take care of her.” Satoru’s furious, not at the thought of taking care of you, but the fact that Suguru is running, that he still even now can’t accept love. “You will take care of her better than I could.”

“You think you’re doing the right thing, but you’re not. She chose to come here, can’t you give her a chance?” Suguru peers through the door window, the thick pane of glass, sighing and touching it longingly, while Shoko checks your vitals. “Your family is in that fucking room.”

“I know, fuck… but she has a chance to be happy, to have that baby - the way it’s going? She won’t even get to with me. Please, for the friendship we had, take care of her. The girl I love.” Satoru’s own emotions make his throat close, while Suguru realizes just how deeply he loves you, more than he even could admit. But he didn’t choose you, no matter how deeply you begged him to, no he left you alone in that bed.

He can’t forgive himself for it.

He is not sure he cares about any other casualties, he wishes he did care more for that - he still sees humans as pests, he does not share Satoru’s view and maybe never will. But you so clearly need him to, and he realizes he’s too far in his own hatred still, you were that exception, that bright spot. You were the one regret he now holds, and he knows he loves you enough to let you go.

“Please look after her for me, Satoru.”

“Jesus christ, Suguru.” He swipes a hand through his long white hair, looking at you in that room, sighing. “Of course I will take care of her and the baby. But it should not be me.”

“Thank you.” Suguru puts his hand on Satoru’s shoulder, and for a moment Satoru sees him - the best friend he ever had, making what he thinks is the best decision for a girl he loves. He loves and feels, still deep down, and something breaks Satoru down then. “I went too far.”

He scoffs at that, sighing. “Understatement of the century. I will not tell her goodbye for you, though. You need to at least explain your stupid decision.”

Satoru walks back into the room, looking down at you now, you’re weak but alive, and he still senses two energies with his powerful six eyes. He gently holds out his hands, and you take them, using his help to stand, shaky now. “Are you feeling okay, sweets?”

“I’m okay.” You nod a smile just a bit, turning to Shoko. “Thank you so much.”

“Of course. We’ll… give you two a moment.” She reads the room clearly, Satoru and Shoko have known each other so long it really just takes a look.

You watch curiously as they walk out, and Suguru has tears in his violet eyes, something you never thought you’d see, they glimmer and illuminate, his face so serious and sullen it makes you panic. “Did they say the baby-”

“No, no, for now it all looks fine. Shh.” He pulls you against his strong chest, and you fall apart, sobbing now, shaking your head and shoving at him, hating the mix of comfort and sorrow this man brings. “I know,” he whispers, as if to soothe you, only for you to be infuriated, feeling anger hot coursing through your veins.

You pull back, furious, chest heaving with the quickness of your breaths, your own cheeks covered in your tears now. “You know!? You know? You left me. You chose this over me.”

“I did. And that’s why I’m no good for you.” His broken voice and tired gaze stall you, not after all of this would he not fucking choose you again!? Not after carving his place in your heart entirely does he get to leave!?

You pause now, gasping at his audacity, feeling him tense, emotionally pulling away from you again. “What the fuck are you on about right now?”

Instead of the usual arguments, the back and forth, Suguru is just contemplative, listening to you before he speaks. “It was selfish, so selfish not to let you run when you wanted to.” You’re shaking as he cups your face, thumb tracing your cheek, brushing aside the onslaught of tears, exhaling and leaning low.

“So you’re selfish, what’s new?” Your angry whisper just makes him ache for you, god is there one moment he doesn’t? Is there one second in any universe he thinks he will live without you - he wants to do the right thing now, to let you go, but how can he, when you’re so deeply ingrained inside his fucking soul?

The one bright spot that he almost took out completely clings to him, and why should you?

 “I almost killed you.” He whispers hoarsely, you shake your head now, scowl firm on your tired, beautiful features.

“You didn’t just almost kill me, you almost killed everyone in the fucking city! Suguru, I’m fine, this is not even what you should be worried about.”

“Tch, are you!?” His grip on your waist draws you closer, while your head falls back, and you stare into a monster’s eyes - a monster you love. “Are you fine? You almost died.”

“I chose to come here, you can’t blame Satoru when I begged him to bring me. I had to try to save them, those innocent people!”

“It worked.”

You sigh, shaking further, burying your face against his chest, he’s covered in sweat and grime and blood from the battle, but you don’t care. “Are you done with this foolish effort?”

“I’m done.” You look up in shock, cupping his face now, and he leans so low, until your breaths mingle, hand shaking as it holds you.

“Thank God. Oh Suguru, thank God.” You pull him down for a kiss, full of all the relief in your heart. You’ve saved him, everyone is okay - glimpses of hope and something beautiful fill you with a light you’ve never had. He kisses you back so deeply, exhaling against your lips, deepening it and pulling you so tightly, his hard body enveloping yours.

“I should have told you.” He whispers, pulling back, lips almost against yours, nose brushing against yours.

You gulp, throat dry, in so much fear of what he’s going to say, what he’s going to do, his voice terrifying you in its intensity. “Told me what?”

Suguru cups your face with one hand, heart pounding as he feels it, so deep in his soul, finally ready to spill those words. “I love you,” you gasp then, and his heart hammers nearly out of his chest as the declaration spills from his lips. “Fuck I love you, love when you hit me, love when you called me out, love the fire inside you.”

His declaration makes your heart shatter, you want to be happy, but you feel it - his apprehension, his fear, his love.

Loves you.

He loves you.

“Suguru…”

“I love you and don't deserve you.” His broken voice and tears infuriate you as much as they deeply touch you.

You glare now, trying to hold it together, when you feel like shattering. “Don’t you dare do this, don’t you run!”

“Baby, this is how I can show how much I love you.” He cups your face with two big hands and long fingers, you’re glaring through your tears, gripping his wrists.

“Don’t you dare.” You whisper, teeth clenched, you feel it then, you feel him pushing you away, when he’s just close enough. “I won’t forgive you ever.”

“Satoru will take care of you both, better than I could, he’ll be good to you-” The shock of his words hits you like a wave, like what knocked you to the fucking floor earlier, the dread in your stomach.

“What!? You’re shoving me off on your fucking friend?” You shove at his chest now, but he doesn’t budge, even as you smack at it, he doesn’t move, doesn’t let go of his grip. “If you love me you’ll run away with me, we can start over.”

The desperation in your voice tempts him to no end, god he’d love it, but he knows how much you’d suffer, always. “I am leaving, starting over.”

“Not with me?” Your hurt pours through every word, and Suguru wants to bring you, god he does, but he knows it so clearly - he could never make you happy, but he sees it - how Satoru looks at you. Maybe he could give you what you deserve, as much as he selfishly wants you, as badly as this hurts to do or say.

“You’ll be better off this way. You and the baby.”

“Bullshit, it’s such bullshit Suguru!”

“It’s the truth, I love you enough to finally do this.” He brushes your hair back tenderly, you smack his hand scowling up at him.

“You don’t get to do that, you don’t get to abandon me after not choosing me - just to not choose me again!”

“It’s not that,” your sobs wrack your body, as he steps back, brushing back his tangled dark locks in frustration, the thick strands falling across his face as he watches the girl he loves shatter because of him, all over again. “I am choosing your happiness.”

“Why can’t it be with you?” Your broken whisper makes his heart break.

“How can I look you in those beautiful eyes and know what pain I caused, I can’t have you looking at the monster I am.”

“You’re my fucking monster, okay? Mine!” You shove him again, he just sighs, defeated. “I love you Suguru Geto. I do, despite it all, despite how completely fucked in the brain you were, I love you dammit. You can’t just leave me now, like I’m some damn pet you can’t take care of. I love-”

He’s slammed his lips again, desperate and hungry, and you fall into him, as his kisses grow more and more ardent, pulling back just to take a breath, hand slipping up your spine. The contact alone makes you shiver, tongue meeting his stroke for stroke, so much emotion in this one kiss you wish it would last forever, fingers clinging to the silk of his robes.

“Suguru,” you pull back, tears falling against his fingers, breaths making your chest rise and fall, as you cling to his robes, the blood soaking against your skin, enveloping it in red. “You’re mine, you don’t get to leave me.”

He whispers your name then, his own tears falling, against your lips salty as he hovers over you, exhaling shakily. “I don’t deserve you though, you or this baby, not after what I did to you.”

“Then you’ll earn it, you’ll earn the right of me standing by your side. You’ll become better, I know it, fuck I do. There’s more to you.” Your foreheads touch, while he finally breaks down then, picking you up in his arms now, your lips are angry, hungry, tugging with your teeth as he nips you with his. Your tongues messy and desperate while you drink each others’ cries in, echoing in the quiet room.

“I don’t deserve you, I don’t…” His whispers break you, a broken man declaring them hot against your throat, as he breaks down for you, and you bury your face against his neck, letting him hold you up like it’s nothing, clinging to him then. Feeling every bit of your soul drawn to him, despite it all.

“I need you goddammit, you don’t get to leave me. Us. I’ll beat the fuck out of you if you try, it’s not even funny you psycho.” He exhales, easing you down then, you’re dizzy with desire, with need, thrumming through every inch of your skin, as he leans back, eyeing you under lashes dripping with tears.

“How can you love somebody like me?” His broken whisper destroys any resolve you have left, you know all he has done to you, you can only imagine what he has done to others, but deep down you know one thing to be true-

You do love him.

“I just do, there’s no reason for it, there’s no reason for any human emotion, Suguru Geto. We just feel.” Your tremulous smile, amidst everything he’s done breaks him down, bit by bit, as his heart pounds for you, as his body aches for you, thoughts of ‘what ifs’ flowing through his mind.

What if he did let Satoru care for you?

What if he just left you now?

What if you fell in love, what if you moved on, and were so happy, and got everything he ‘thinks’ you deserved, leaving him alone forever - because he knows damn well he will never want or be with anyone else ever again. What if he had let you go, and had not gotten to see you again, hold you again, kiss your lips? Have you under him, on him, have you?

He almost just did that, one choice and he was going to push you away, when all you wanted was to be let in. He takes a deep breath, an arm wrapped tight around you, bringing you firm against his chest. “I don’t know if I can learn to live with humans, aside from you. I don’t know if I can lose all this hatred.”

“Then we’ll go, we’ll go away. And we’ll try, every day. Okay?” He nods then, you exhale and kiss him once more, the kiss is so different than any before, deeper than either of you have had, while he drinks it in, the girl he doesn’t deserve, the life he’s not sure he should get to have, because you love him.

Does he deserve that love, finally?

“You deserve love.” Your words speak to the questions stirring in his soul, and for the first time in so long, Suguru is crying, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tries to pull it together, holding you in a bruising grip as he just cries then.

Suguru crying.

He has not felt emotions since long ago in Jujutsu high, when he watched his loved ones die, when he lost faith in everything he knew, something he thought died that day glimmers and breaks free. The girl in his arms that he treated horribly who for some odd reason loves him, then he knows - he can’t keep going like this, he has to give everything for you.

“I’ll try, Princess.” His soft tone breaks you down further, so upset in your wracking sobs he pulls back a bit, swiping them off your cheeks with one hand, the other bringing you against his chest. “Calm down, please… take a breath.”

“You really stress a girl the fuck out.” He chuckles a bit, earning a punch from your little balled up fist while you sniffle. “You don’t get to laugh about it.”

“I know, I know.” He brushes your hair back gently, studying a face of a girl that’s been hurt too much, too deeply, but the joy of hearing you say it all overwhelms his senses. He sighs again, tilting your chin up, studying your swollen lips carefully, a thumb brushing across the thin and bitten flesh. “You really want to be with me? I’m giving you an out.”

“I don’t want your ‘out’. I want you, the real you too, not this bullshit cult leader crap. I want the boy who Satoru has fought so hard to get back, I want the boy I met, he’s in there, okay?” He looks away then, shaking his head.

“I don’t know if he is in there.”

“He is, and you know it.”

He wants to believe you, but he finds he’s selfish for not leaving you in that moment, for instead picking you up gently in his arms, bridal style - remembering that first night with you. The first time he touched you, and he knew how deeply he felt, that he assumed you must have powers, but you did in fact have them, they were just different than anything he’d ever seen.

He speaks it then, softly. “You’re not just human.”

“Suguru you-”

“You’ve got a power.” You roll your eyes now, infuriated at the annoying man you chose to fall for.

Well you never chose to. You just did.

“You will not even act like you don’t love a human-”

“Power to bring me to my knees,” he continues, in a husky voice, and when he presses you more tightly to him, lips an inch from yours, the world fades, everything fades but this singular moment. “The power to make me give up anything, do anything for you. Kill anyone who hurts you, even if it’s myself.”

“Suguru-” He cuts you off again, kissing you as he cradles you so tightly, you feel his strength even as his body shakes with his emotions, with his regret, with his need.

“I’ll never hurt you again. I swear it. If I do, you get to twist that knife in my fucking chest.” You shake your head, but he just reiterates it, softly.

“I wouldn’t be able to.”

“You have all the power over me. You’re my everything.” You take the hand wrapped around you, placing it on your tummy, heating up as his violet gaze drifts down to it.

“We are your everything, Suguru. Of course, Mimiko and Nanako too. We can be… a family. If you’re willing.” He nods then, pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead now. “Then let’s get them, and find… a home. A new home.”

He exhales against your skin, nodding as he carries you out, and Satoru Gojo is leaning against the wall, blindfold off for once, arms crossed casually when he smiles over at you. You tap Suguru’s shoulder and he glares at you. “You’re awfully friendly with him.”

“You’re acting jealous like you weren’t gonna pawn me off on him. Let me down.” You glare up at him and he sighs, easing you down, Satoru’s lips quirk up at the corners, easing off the wall and walking over to you now, tilting your chin up. His eyes bore into you, gleaming with his own emotions.

“Are you alright? You okay to walk?” He asks softly, you nod then, reaching over to wrap your arms around his waist. He falters for a moment, as you feel Suguru’s death glare, holding you back then, hand resting at the small of your back, warm over your silk kimono. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”

You can’t help but cry against his chest, and Suguru looks away then, stepping back for a moment. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“No, it was shitty okay? I knew the risk and-”

“No. Thank you, Satoru.” You look up, and his heart hurts when he sees your tears, as his friend avoids even looking at the two of you. “It was the right thing to do, and don’t you dare feel bad.”

He sighs in relief, hugging you again, lips pressed against your ear as he bends down. “You brought my friend back, I should be thanking you.”

You cry more, body shaking and so small in the strong sorcerers hold, as Suguru clears his throat. “You all are a little too close.”

“I can still take care of her if-”

“No!? I mean, no.” Suguru rubs the back of his neck, frowning as he wants to rip his best friend’s arms off. “I was… being…”

“Stupid?” Satoru and you finish, and Suguru crosses his arms now, glaring at the two of you.

“It wouldn’t have been the right decision, especially how you’re pawing at her. Let her go.” Suguru yanks you away, and you can’t stop the laugh that escapes, a sound Suguru never really heard from you, breathless, your soft smile lighting up a tragically beautiful face, one he’s kept upset.

“You’re jealous?” You ask, and he scoffs, glaring, while Satoru does not remove his hand, smirking over at him.

“You two are just too close is all. Conspiring this whole time?”

“Maybe so.” You look back to Satoru, smiling again. “We’re going away for a while, but… we’ll be back one day. Won’t we, Suguru?” You hold out a hand now, and he nods stiffly, Satoru sees it then, the love he so clearly has right on his face for you, and the love you have for him, as your hands entwine.

“We will be.” He gruffly repeats, and the three of you stand there for a moment, each hand is held by the two men as they glance at each other, wondering if it’s still there - the deep friendship, and fuck you truly hope it is. Suguru didn’t just need you, he needed him too, and you hope one day your psycho husband can work on his very shitty communication and open up.

“We would’ve had fun together, sweets.” Gojo teases one more time, before Suguru has you yanked up against him, scowling deeper at Satoru, while you giggle, against Suguru’s hard chest, resting your head for a moment.

“You think it would’ve been fun, him pawning me off huh?” You tease back, and are landed right back in Suguru’s arms, while he and Satoru walk out side by side, and sleep starts to tug at your body, still drained from the hit.

“Of course we would have, you wouldn’t have even missed him.” Gojo winks and you giggle, and you’re pretty sure Suguru is about to lose his mind, walking out then to see the wreckage, it takes your breath for a moment, Suguru’s shoulders slump as he takes in the chaos and destruction.

“Hey, we’ll do better than this.” You say softly, caressing his face, a thumb brushing over a sharp cheekbone. He nods then, sighing and shutting his eyes, as if he can’t take it all in.

“Satoru, thank you for… helping save her.” Satoru blinks in surprise - a thank you is nothing he thought he’d get. “I guess we may cross paths again.”

“I guess we might.” Satoru smiles at you both a little sadly, as if he’d gotten his friend back and he’s going away again, but also it’s a peaceful look, for the moment things are safe for Satoru’s students and friends. For a moment there is peace in his heart as he looks at the two of you. “You’ll have a baby by then.”

“Yes we will.” Suguru murmurs, nodding to him a bit.

“Name it Satoru-”

“No.”

Satoru pouts then, shaking his head. “You know, so ungrateful. I’m out of here, bye sweets.” He winks at you again and throws two fingers up with a grin, disappearing without a trace. You giggle at it, and Suguru keeps glaring daggers.

“You like him far too much.” You sigh, shaking your head.

“We just connect because we both love an emo bitch.”

“An emo… when you’re better, I’m beating the fucking attitude out of you.” Your tummy flips, and you bury your face again in his neck.

“You can’t even do instant transmission like Gojo, huh?”

“Instant… that’s an anime!? I have a dragon, that’s much fucking cooler than Gojo’s shit, hmm?” You just smile against his neck, knowing then, this is him. This is Suguru Geto, the man you lived to see glimpses of. As he’s summoning these giant curses, his rainbow dragon, sitting you right on there and smiling, eyes crinkling and making you melt.

You gasp as you all take off - it’s as if you are some Princess, with a psycho cult leader who loves you, as he pulls you against him, head against his chest while he tenderly brushes your hair back. The exhaustion starts hitting, the fact that you almost lost him, lost everything that you suddenly realize is so important to you, while he inhales the scent of your hair and you fly up.

“Dragons are pretty cool.” You concede softly, earning his chuckle, lips tenderly brushing against your temple.

“I’m sorry I left you last night, I’m so sorry.” You look up sleepily, fuck you’re exhausted, trying to focus on him now.

“I forgive you, Suguru.”

“Should you?” His whisper is soft when you lay back against him again, arms wrapped around his waist.

“Probably not, but I do. I just… want you to never leave me. Promise, please.” You whisper against where his chest is bare, the wind gently rushing across your faces, while he holds you nestled in his arms.

“I promise, Princess. I will never leave you again.”

*****

One year later

You hold your sweet baby Noa against your chest as Suguru puts Mimiko and Nanako to bed, they’re giggling and kissing all over her as they always love to do, but Suguru gently chides them. “Girls, you know it’s well past bedtime.”

“We can help mom with Noa though!” Mimiko crosses her arms, and you smile at her, brushing her hair back.

“I appreciate all your help, but Noa is going to sleep too.” You peek at her precious face, she looks a lot like you but has Suguru’s silky black locks already, too much hair for a little baby to have. And her eyes have the darkest lashes, just like her father, who ruffles both of the girls’ hair now, chuckling.

“Boba tomorrow from your favorite place if you don’t argue.” His sing-song voice works.

“Fine dad.” They say simultaneously, and then the girls kiss you all before finally bouncing off to their rooms, leaving you and Suguru to head toward the nursery, his arm around your waist as your bare feet pad across the floor.

“You always bribe those girls, you know.” He chuckles once more, a sound that’s much more frequent these days, opening up the door for you now, the moonlight filtering through the blinds, illuminating the pretty room, all decorated in pretty pinks and purple by the girls before Noa came.

“I mean, are you arguing the efficiency of these tactics?” Suguru teases, having gone from war tactics to bribery for time alone with you was something quite new to him, but it fit well. Everything felt…

Perfect with you.

With the girls.

With his sweet baby girl, who is already fast asleep against your chest, her pretty face serene as you brush a thumb against a chubby cheek, smiling tenderly, the moon casting shadows across your beautiful face. It fills him with so much tenderness it’s hard to even explain, the way you fit so perfectly, knowing you were the missing piece, filling the void he let grow too long.

Your love for Noa was beautiful to see, of course Suguru adores his little girl, but you were so devoted and constant, also in your love to his girls. Since you met them you were kind, but once you all left and moved out of the country and spent more time, you were fiercely protective and loving of them like they were your own, and the girls had even started calling you mom.

Everything felt too good, and sometimes Suguru wonders if he deserves any of it, any of this happiness, love or joy that you brought him. You look up at him then, a sweet smile on your face, and he walks up to the pretty little white bassinet, brushing Noa’s downy hair back and smiling.

“She looks milk drunk again.” He teases, you shush him, a finger to the lips, a smile on your face.

“She might be, but you know…” your fingertips drift down his chest, over the silk of his robes, making his stomach clench hot with desire. He's been dying to have you, but you two were waiting until you healed up after a bit of a rough labor. The look you give him now makes him ache for you. “I’m feeling very good tonight. I think I pumped enough to have a glass of wine?”

“Fuck…” You cover your giggle and he sighs, hands clenching against your waist too tightly, before releasing you with an exhale. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He exhales and takes your hand, gently tugging you so that you both shut the door quietly of Noa’s room, pressing you against the wall now, arms on either side of your head.

“You’re so excited for wine, Suguru.” You whisper, and you know you fuck with him, he knows you’re aware of the affect you have on him, when you look at him like that under your lidded gaze. “You haven’t gone without drinking, why are you so excited?”

“I’ve gone without drinking alright…” His insinuation makes your cheeks heat up, a blush in the dark, quiet hallway. Although Suguru did have a maids, a cook and a nanny to help you, the home was far quieter than it was with a whole fucking cult living in it. It was much more intimate, private, even though it was hard for you both to get time together alone.

A lot of times, you were exhausted, but you’re wide awake now. All you can do is think about how badly you want him, the most you all have done is months was him toying your clit till you came, and you sucking him down your throat last week when you two had woken up.

He’d been ready to ‘drink you’ last night when the baby started crying, and he’d waited for you to come back only to find you crashed in the rocking chair with Noa. He’d almost had that damn taste on his tongue, but he knows how devoted you are, and fuck he was too, but if he didn’t get to fuck her soon, he was going to lose his fucking mind. 

He tilts your chin up with two fingers, his hair falling softly against your skin as he leans down, eyeing your lips. “What wine do you want, Princess?” He asks, at your command, fuck Suguru is practically ready to kiss your feet if you just let him sink inside you again.

The entire pregnancy until right about the end he’d not left you alone, you were too beautiful, your tits leaking milk, your hips widening to have his baby, the roundness of your tummy, every single mark the baby left. He couldn’t stop devouring you the entirety of it, couldn’t control how sexy you were pregnant, and you’re so beautiful now.

“Some red wine, Sugu. Please.” The nickname always destroys him, he almost falters and just fucks you right in this hallway, instead trying to hold himself together and nodding, gesturing for you to follow.

You both walk slowly to the kitchens, where he opens up one of the wine fridges, and pulls out a bottle of your favorite, one you have had one sip on right after the baby as a little treat. Your cute little squeal of excitement makes him laugh in amusement, pouring you a glass as you watch the dark red liquid swirl.

“Don’t drink too much, you’re gonna be so wasted from like two sips.”

“Will not be! Gimme.” You snatch it up, fingers brushing against his, igniting sparks through the both of you, your eyes meeting his, dark violet in the dimly lit kitchens, he doesn’t let go until you pull back, taking a shaky breath. “Mmm!”

“Yummy?” He pours his own glass, eyeing you over it, the look filling your tummy with more heat than the wine pouring down your throat could, warming you all over.

“So yummy.” You step closer, sipping the sweet liquid, some of it slipping across your lips, and he groans.

“Fuck this.” He sets your glass down and you gasp.

“Excuse me, rude! I can’t have a glass after having your baby?”

“You can have a whole fucking bottle later.” You’re lifted right on the counter, making you so dizzy at how quickly he’s got you lifted, letting out a shaky breath when he slides up the silk of your yukata, watching goosebumps rise against your skin with every inch revealed. “I think I need a drink first.”

“Sugu- ah!” He’s bent down as you’re spread wide on the kitchen counter, kissing a hot messy trail up your thighs, cock throbbing under his robes, already leaking precum just inhaling the scent of your cunt. Your head falls back, revealing your pretty throat as you cry out, arching your hips. “F-fuck…”

“Gonna cum from my breath, huh? Pathetic.” You scowl now, kicking at him with your foot, but he just catches it, smirking up at you as he leans up, his lips a breath against yours, fingers brushing over your bare cunt, and groaning. “No panties, were you wanting this?”

“Of course I w-was, you think I wanted wine?” He moans, slamming his lips against yours, fingers running up and down your slit, your clit twitches when he focuses there, running in circles and making you close just from that. You cling to his silk robes, soft and thick under your fingers, while his tongue starts trailing across your neck, tickling and making you wetter.

“I can’t wait to fuck this perfect cunt again, make you remember that she’s fucking mine.” He’s back down between your thighs as your head rests against the cabinets, uncomfortable as the marble counter is cold under your ass, but all you can think is more.

“Show me then.” He moans softly, on his knees now, so fucking tall he’s counter height to your cunt, and your hands enwrap in his soft raven locks when he presses a hot kiss right against your cunt, watching as you jerk, breathing against you.

“Keep it quiet, slutty little princess, huh?” You nod weakly, fuck it’s been so long since he’s spoken to you like that, since he’s worshipped you like this, and you don’t think you can ever got this long again, not when his tongue laps at your honeyed arousal, making you scream out against your palm. “Fuck… taste your cunt, god she’s so wet f’me, huh?”

“Yes…” You weakly whisper, pulling your hand back just to slam it on your mouth again, the manor you live in is huge but you still don’t want to be that noisy, though it’s damn near impossible as his long tongue slides inside your gummy walls, curling up and making you almost cum from that. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Mnh…” He’s lost then, lost in your taste, in the way your cunt drools down his face, hot and sweet as he drinks it all in, slurping you up while you shatter for him, falling apart with every flick and swirl of his tongue. Your legs start to tremble and he grabs them, spreading them wider, and you can feel your orgasm building up, his teeth nibbling on your clit as you try to keep quiet.

“G-going to cum!” You whisper, but it’s too late, your cunt clenched around his tongue, walls quivering while he curls it up, his nose now hitting your clit, and you let out a muffled scream, eyes rolling back into your head as you cum. “Suguru!”

“That’s it,” he’s sliding his tongue out, sticking two fingers instead, you gasp at the thick, long digits in your cunt, untouched for months, the stretch making you hiss. Your hips are bucking against the counter while he looks up under dark lashes, licking your cunt off his lips. “Another, you can, can’t you princess?”

You nod weakly, and he’s curling those fingertips up against your spongy spot, making you blinded, back down there lapping at your clit and feeling you tighten all around him, that pressure a telltale sign that you’re gonna cum so much for him. “Ah!” You cry out again, biting your lower lip so hard while your head slams the cabinet and you gush down him, orgasm rocking you in waves. “Sugu, too much!”

“You can take more, won’t you be a perfect slut for me? You know you wanna cum again and again. Wanna drown me with all that cum, huh?” His words and their tone fuck you up almost as much as his breath on your clit, while he holds you there, his tongue flicking until your legs finally stop shaking and you collapse, breathing weakly, hands tugging at his hair, burning his scalp.

“Please, fuck me Sugu. God, I need it in me.” Your plea is not going to be denied, not when Suguru almost came from just licking you. He kisses you again, letting you taste your sweetness off his mouth, burying his hands in your hair before picking you up, and you cling to his neck, legs wrapped around him.

“You want it in you, huh?” You just nod weakly, letting him carry you to the room you two share, in moments he has the yukata untied.

“Want it, want it in me so bad- ngh!” Suguru has bared your skin to his gaze, your body swathed in moonlight, for a moment you cover up just a bit, your tummy isn’t the same, and he’s not seen you too much since, earning his glare, as he grips your wrists and eases your arms down.

“You’re as beautiful as the first moment I saw you, so beautiful you made me question if you had some fucking power over me.” He says softly then, easing your worry, a hand brushing over a glimmery mark from Noa, slipping over to your hip and gripping it firmly, watching you tremble in pleasure. “The most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen, got it?”

You nod weakly, swallowing emotions as you quickly untie his robes, revealing his toned, perfect body, your hands shake as they touch his chest, feeling his strong muscles under your fingers. “You’re beautiful, too.”

“Shh.” He picks you up now, cock hard and heavy, already leaking precum when he picks you up, lifting your thigh as you sink into the bed, over the dark purple and gold silk covers, the black canopy enveloping the two of you in darkness. The incense lit earlier still linger in the air, mixing with the scent of Suguru, which makes you need him even more.

“Please, please…” You never beg, he wants to smirk down at you and gloat his victory, but he can't. All he can do is slide his tip right on your slit, groaning as he presses in, feeling your heat wrapping his cock.

“Fucking feel you, so tight, god. Slutty cunt is soaked, all for me?” You nod weakly, and then he thrusts his cock all the way inside to the fucking hilt, and you can’t bite back your scream, thankful the room is so far from the girls now, as he watches you and moans, sliding out and back in. “That’s it, she wants it so much, she’s so fucking greedy huh?”

“Shut up and f-fuck me- ah!” Suguru glares as he does just that, and you would smile at getting him all mad if you weren’t close to cumming from being so full, so stretched by his thick veiny cock.

“Talking shit? You’re still such a brat, tsk.” He’s raised your thighs then, bending you in a way you don’t think you can anymore, pausing when you whine out. “Here okay?” He asks softly, for a moment, then when you nod his sweetness is over, and Suguru Geto is fucking you hard, sure strokes that fuck your brain up until it can’t even function.

He knows it too, as he fucks into you, watching you shatter for him, balls slapping against your ass so heavy, so full of his seed ready to pump inside your eager hole, and you’re begging to be filled by him as he moves. Harder and harder, pressing your thighs further against you until he’s got you in a mating press, and you’re clinging to his biceps, nails digging in.

“That’s it, cum again, let me fucking feel you milk me, huh?” He’s nasty like this, filthy words flowing from his lips like poetry, and all you can do is nod - a girl who once said ‘fuck you’ is now saying-

“Fuck me, fuck me, please, yes!”

And Suguru delights in it, making his pretty wife a mess under him, feeling the hips that are wider from having his babies, seeing your breasts squish, a little milk leaking from them, and then he loses it. “Perfect cunt, she’s ready for all this cum, isn’t she?”

“Mnnnhh - ah! Suguru!” You’re unable to answer when he’s holding your thighs up and slamming his cock until you’re drooling, incoherent.

“Asked you - hah - a question, princess,” he has the audacity to say, in between heavy breaths, all you can do is cry out, as he holds back then, just when you’re about to cum, making you whine out. “Answer.”

“You’re such a - ah! - dick I swear, just lemme cum!” You’re digging your nails in his back so hard you leave marks, and he hisses, but you just turn him on more, making him fuck into you brutally now, pinning you under him so you can’t even squirm.

“Answer me.”

“No!”

“Now.”

“Fuck- ngh! Yes, yes, lemme cum, fuck!” He slams his cock deep and rolls his hips now, letting you finally cum all around him, milking his cock with your greedy cunt, he leans down and kisses you, swallowing your every sweet cry.

“That’s it, she wants all that cum, huh?” You nod weakly, tears of pleasure sneaking from the corners of your eyes, and then he pumps you full, moaning and entwining his hands with yours as the cum pulses so deep, and the two of you struggle to catch your breath. “Fuck, princess, taking me so good, huh? Made for me…”

“Mmhmm…” You’re breathless and exhausted when Suguru pulls back, kissing down and across your chest. The two of you lay there for a while each recovering, laughing, and tickling each other’s skin with gentle touches, grinning.

It’s so perfect here with him in this moment. All of the pain feels like a lifetime ago, not forgotten, but long, long forgiven.

“I’m never going this long without your perfect cunt again.” He touches your clit, making you jerk, laughing as he sucks your cum and his off his finger, moaning and kissing you again.

“I don’t wanna go that long either.” You sigh, kissing up his cheek now. “You know, I was thinking…” you trail off, slipping kisses across Suguru’s sweat slicked chest, he moans, his cock so sticky with cum pulsing again just at that, while his hand runs up and down your back.

“Should I fuck you again, so you can’t think?” He raises an arrogant dark brow, and you narrow your eyes, making him chuckle. “What?

“Well… I was thinking we should visit him.”

“VIsit who? Fuck…” You kiss at the base of his neck, making him tug you onto him, straddling his waist, cunt still coated and dripping his white milky liquid pouring down his dark happy trail, pooling in his flat belly button. He rubs your clit again, watching your eyes dilate, your hips shift. “God, look at the mess you’re making.”

“Mmhmm, but I mean visit Satoru.” Suguru’s scowl makes you giggle, he’s unreasonably jealous that you and Satoru stayed friends. It’s occasional calls, but he’s always mad as fuck afterward.

“Why are we bringing up Satoru when you’re dripping cum on me?” He slips you down, grabbing your hips now, thumbs pressing against the lines that Noa left, eyes feasting on your pretty body. “Look at you, fuck you’re perfect.”

“Am not even.”

“You are so perfect. C’mere.” He yanks you down now, your hair falling across his chest, as he cups your face with one hand, the other making you grind on him. You cry out at the contact, earning his smirk. “Shut you up.”

“N-no! I think it would be good f-for you- you’re distracting me!?”

“Sure am.” You pull up and scowl, so adorable he melts like he always does, sighing as he stares up at you in the dark night. “Fine, we can visit him.”

“Yay! It’ll be good for you, your friend seeing you again. I know it.”

“Yeah yeah, we’ll talk about that after I put another baby inside you.” You gasp then, when he’s lifted you, dragging you right back down his length, filling you in one quick stroke, making you scream out, shaking as the burn hits, feeling so fucking good when he bottoms out in your cunt, loud, wet and messy. He bites that lower lip, lashes lowering, while you struggle to breathe.

“You use your cock to distract me, huh?” He answers with a smirk, slamming his cock up inside you then, you cling to his chest, while his hands drift you your hips, and your cunt is spasming. “No more babies yet.”

“Sure, Princess, whatever you say.” You both glare at each other, before they turn into faces of pleasure, before joking little teases morph into cries and moans, before he’s filled you up again, and again, until you’re collapsed against him, so weak and worn out.

You don’t believe him one bit when he’s waking you up and fucking into you, cumming inside you so much your tummy is full of him, not when he grips your chin with that feral look in his fucking eyes - no, Suguru Geto does want more babies, and you can’t say you mind. Not when having his baby was the best thing that happened, and not when you aren’t dying to give him more.

“I love you, Princess.” He murmurs, stroking you from behind, you gasp and arch your back, whining into his kisses.

“I love you, Suguru.” And you fall again, into the arms of a man that once was a monster, but now was simply…

Your Suguru.

Ahhh so if you read both ends, I hope you enjoyedd, if you only read this I also hope you enjoyed. I initially only planned the bittersweet end, but I enjoyed writing this SO MUCH. Thanks for everyone who stuck around and commented and shared your thoughts on this story. See you in the othersss <3

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I did not expect the explosion at the end, my heart just DROPPED 💔💔

Calebs and MC's first kiss should've been a solo card

I'm gonna preface this that I absolutely LOVE the new banner. It's beautiful, the visuals, the outfits, the event and its game, the music, everything is just perfect. Rafayel's card was the first one I got and watching the story I was so satisfied. I didn't expect the depth and lore additions, I thought all the cards would just be some cute flufff which would've been super fine. But they really made an effort to show Rafayel's and MC's relationship progress, the increased emotional intimacy that we all know they both struggle with and how they both matured in their communication skill. It was a beautiful card with emotional payoff and consistent with all of Rafayel's previous cards and the stage of his and MC's relationship stage. I loved it.

Which - sadly - brings me to Caleb. Caleb's my main and so far I thought that he was beautifully written. His relationship with MC, their bond before the explosion and the following awkwardness, grief, anger and sorrow and also relief and joy of being together again was portrayed in a really mature and realistic and emotionally satisfying way.

We have seen them going from anger and despair and estrangement in homecoming wings to a tentative agreement of wanting to be in each other's lives again in endless summer, of getting to know each other again and coming to terms with these new kind of people they are now in deceptive solitude to addressing Caleb's insistence of keeping MC out of his problems and not wanting to show her weakness in hidden waves. In intertwined gold and exclusive aftertaste they dance around their feelings for each other but are too afraid of voicing things in fear of destroying the fragile bond they have manged to establish again and it's just such a beautiful, bittersweet portrayal of two people who are absolutely obsessed with one another but are held back by their history and current circumstances.

Both the main story and the cards have shown the intense tension that hangs between Caleb and MC. We have seen Caleb holding himself back, afraid of going too far and we have seen how much the guilt of his feelings crushes him down, how conflicted he is about wanting MC in a romantic way. The way he called it a literal sin in lucid dream haunts me.

This boy has wanted to kiss MC since forever and has been pining and yearning and longing in such an intense, heart aching way I have never seen before I think. Really, kudos to the animators and the voice actor because every single card had me on the floor.

And then we have MC, who also had always had feelings for Caleb, it's so obvious when you go through their "old days" cards but our girl is also the most oblivious woman in existence lol. I think that subconsciously and at some point definitely consciously she realized Caleb's intentions but deliberately chose to ignore them out of fear that it might change their entire dynamic. Which obviously it would and MC - let's be real here - LOVES being Caleb's little pipsqueak, she loves how he takes care of her and spoils her. He's the most important person in her life. Her biggest fear is to lose him. So yeah, obviously she is just going to ignore things because she think she would have to reject him and doesn't truly realize that she feels the same for him.

tldr: They are both absolutely terrified to take the next step, TERRIFIED.

Which brings me to their first kiss. A first kiss in the context of a relationship dynamic like that should've been a groundbreaking event for both of them. Not the casual, "no big deal" kiss that we got in Caleb's new card. It just doesn't fit. It doesn't fit their history, it doesn't fit their current stage of their relationship dynamic and it - frankly - also doesn't fit the card's story even.

Caleb's first kiss should've been a solo card. It should've had build up and tension, some catalyst that would've finally make them jump off the metaphorical cliff and finally put the feelings they have for each other front and center, either through a confession before the kiss or some kind of event that triggers the kiss and they talk about what it means afterwards.

They actually could've woven it beautifully into the card itself if they wanted to!! MC finds Caleb's letters, reads through them which makes her realize that she could lose Caleb again every single day and that she should stop wasting time. It makes her realize that her feelings for Caleb go way beyond their brother/sister/family dynamic, that she wants him too. Then, they go on the boat date and MC addresses this. She tells him he's the most important person in her life and that she's doesn't want to waste any more time and kisses him. It can still be gentle and soft like it is shown in the card but it would actually fit their history and context. The kiss, as it is now, happens out of nowhere. It doesn't even get addressed afterwards. The date itself is so awkwardly shuffled into the rest of the card's story, honestly I thought it was a dream at first because it's so abrupt and vague.

Don't get me wrong, I love, LOVE the rest of the card. It's beautiful, it made me actually cry. The angst, the bittersweetness of Caleb having to think about possibly dying every single day and MC being the only thing on his mind, it hurts in such a good way. It really shows how much he loves her, it really added depth to his character and up until the kiss I thought this card is his best so far.

As I was watching, I really hoped that it would go in the way I described earlier or that maybe the whole date is a dream either of MC or of Caleb. (It would've been really sweet actually if it was MC's, it could've been like the first time she was dreaming of kissing Caleb and it could've let to some realizations on our girl's part and also some adorable awkwardness where she now becomes flustered in Caleb's presence and he teases her about it.)

And THEN the next card could've been all about their first kiss, for example.

Ugh, Infold, WHY. it's so disappointing, they really dropped the ball on this in my opinion, all that buildup and tension for nothing, just to provide fanservice for players who complain about Caleb and Sylus not having the same kind of spice content the others have yet? I don't know, have you never heard of narrative consistency? Both Sylus and Caleb are being rushed in my opinion, just to satisfy some part of the player community, to the detriment of their chacters and story. Like, I would gladly wait another couple months for a REAL Caleb kiss if it would mean that it would do him and MC justice.

There still needs an emotional payoff, they have still so much to work through, like?? In Deceptive Solitude they were still figuring things out, barely scratching the surface of their many, many walls and issues between them and now they're already kissing as if they're in an established relationship. It just doesn't make sense. The kiss in the spring card is an established couple kiss, not a first kiss between two people who just a couple months ago saw each other as literal family and also one them though the other was dead. Who were experiencing catholic levels of guilt about their forbidden feelings for each other and who did their best to avoid talking about it for YEARS. This will sound dramatic but it's just WRONG. I want more. THEY deserve more.

I can just hope that this card isn't chronological and this truly wasn't their first kiss and that Infold is actually gonna release a first kiss card where they fully explore what it would mean for Caleb and MC to take that step, the emotional fallout, the impact and how they deal with it.

Oh also: What about Caleb's chip? Isn't the chip supposed to regulate and suppress Caleb's emotions any time they cross the programmed threshold? Are you seriously telling me that Caleb, CALEB!!! didn't almost have a heart attack when MC kissed him? Why wasn't the chip activated? Even the Café heartbeat interaction has that built in but not the actual kiss card? COME ON. I'm sorry but this is incredibly lazy writing and another sign that Infold just didn't think this through. I truly wonder what goes on behind the scenes during the production process because - as I said - it's not always like that.

Which makes it even more disappointing because we KNOW that they can do better, they have so much potential and they can truly deliver beautiful, emotionally impactful stories and characters. I mean we are ALL unhealthily obsessed with every single love interest and that truly says something about their skills.

I don't know, if you've read that far I am truly thankful and salute you. I just needed to put this out in the open somewhere because I love the game and I feel like this time, it really failed, in a way. :(

edited for grammar

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Stonehearted 3

Toji x Reader

Part 1 here Part 2 here

AN: Part 3 has arrived! More drama here smhh they should just make out already 😒😒. Anyways, I hope yall enjoy <33 (wc: ~2.2k)

Part 3

"W-well yeah, I haven’t seen... that..." you stammered, the words stumbling out as your face grew warm. You tried to maintain your composure, but it was impossible not to falter beneath his gaze.

His smirk widened, clearly entertained by your flustered state. There was a flicker of something softer beneath the amusement, as if your embarrassment amused him in more ways than one. "And why not?" he teased, stepping closer with calculated slowness. "Is my own wife ashamed of admitting she hasn’t seen her husband naked?" His voice lowered, deliberately suggestive. 

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you stepped back, refusing to let him completely take control of the moment. "It was you who left me on the bed that wedding night," you shot back, your voice sharp, but the edge of hurt was hard to hide.

He paused, the playful air around him shifting. "Ah right," he said quietly, nodding as his expression turned thoughtful. He remembered that night. How you sat there, dressed in ceremonial silk, your eyes filled with a mixture of uncertainty and hope back then. "I had my reasons," he said after a moment, more subdued now.

"Yeah? Like what?" you asked, your voice lower, more serious. This time, it wasn’t a taunt. It was a question you had been holding in for months. He pauses, his eyes locked with yours, debating how much to reveal. He decides to throw you off balance, like he usually does in arguments.

"Maybe I wasn't attracted to you." He watches your expression change, seeing the hurt flash in your eyes briefly before you mask it.

You scoffed and looked away, crossing your arms, "Right, cause you've seen multiple naked women already." His eyes widen slightly, caught off guard by your accusation. He quickly recovers, a smirk tugging at his lips as he realizes you've hit rather close to home. "Jealous?" He teased.

"You-!" You bit your lip as you cut yourself off, "I'm heading to bed." You huffed angrily as you turned around. He watches you walk away, his smirk fading as he notices the way you bite your lip - a small, subconscious gesture that reveals more than you probably intend. He finds himself suddenly wanting to push further, to provoke a real reaction out of you instead of just the calm facade. "Sleep alone then."

"I will. Like I always do," you replied, your voice calm but edged with quiet resentment. You met his gaze and held it for a moment, your eyes cold and steady, speaking volumes without the need for raised voices. Then, without another word, you turned and walked away. Your footsteps echoed through the hall as you left him standing there, silent and still, the weight of your words hanging in the air behind you.

Later that night, as you lay in bed, the silence was broken by the faint creak of your door. You sat up quickly, blinking into the darkness, trying to adjust your eyes. Slowly, you made out Toji's silhouette standing in the doorway, framed by the soft glow of moonlight streaming in through the windows. The light revealed his bare chest, his muscular form casting shadows in the dim room.

"Wha... what are you doing?" you murmured, rubbing your eyes in confusion as you sat up fully. His voice comes out low and raspy in the darkness, "What does it look like? I'm tired of sleeping alone in that cold bed." He takes a few steps into the room, his bare feet silent against the floor. "Does my wife mind if her husband shares her bed?" 

"So you finally felt cold and remembered you have a wife months after our marriage?" You sighed softly. He ignores your sarcasm, instead focusing on the fact that you're not outright kicking him out. He climbs into the bed beside you, pulling the blankets over himself. He's careful not to touch you, keeping a respectable distance. "It's cold, alright?" He mutters defensively.

You looked at him lying beside you on the bed, the sensation strangely foreign. He had never done this before, never crossed the line of sharing space with you beyond what was necessary. The warmth of his presence felt unsettling, and you couldn’t quite shake the awkwardness of it.

"I didn’t even say yes," you muttered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You weren't sure if you were speaking to him or just to the situation itself, but the air between you both felt thick with unspoken tension.

Toji glances over at you, his expression unreadable in the dim moonlight. He shrugs nonchalantly, "Didn't say no either." He settles further into the bed, making himself comfortable as if planning to stay. "Besides, it's my bed too."

You sighed loudly, rolling onto your back and shifting slightly away from him. The distance between you felt oddly comforting at first, but it didn’t last long. Toji noticed the subtle movement and, with a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, shifted closer. The space between you was gone in an instant.

His voice was a low murmur in the darkness, teasing but laced with something else. "Didn't realise my wife needed so much space from her husband."

You furrowed your brows, not wanting to engage but unable to stop yourself. "A husband who has never slept on the same bed with his wife until now," you replied, your tone a mix of frustration and exhaustion as you tried to close your eyes and fall back asleep.

His breath catches slightly at your words, realizing how true they are. Instead of responding immediately, he shifts onto his side to face you, propping his head up on one elbow. “Maybe I just decided tonight that I wanted to." His voice drops lower, "Though I notice you're not exactly complaining."

"Ran out of women to sleep with?" you muttered, eyes still closed, your tone sharp and laced with irritation. "You've probably slept with every female within a 200-meter radius."

His eyes flash dangerously in the darkness, but his expression remains neutral. He ignores your jab, instead pulling the blanket closer around himself so that it wraps around both of you, eliminating any more space between you. “You jealous?" He taunts again.

"Disgusted." I corrected him as I pulled back my blanket. Toji's jaw tightens slightly, but he keeps his voice calm and even. "Disgusted by what? The fact that I have experience, or the fact that I'm not sleeping with anyone else right now?" He shifts again, this time rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. 

You ignored his words as you tried to fall back asleep. He lies there for a long moment, his mind racing. He's used to women throwing themselves at him, not pushing him away. And yet, here he is, lying in bed with his wife, who clearly wants nothing to do with him. It's frustrating. Infuriating. And for some reason, it only makes him want to provoke a reaction out of her more. "You know, most wives would be thrilled to have me in their bed."

"Maybe it's because they invited you into their beds, instead of you barging into their room in the middle of the night," you said, your voice low and cold, slicing through the stillness of the dark room.

Moonlight spilled faintly across the floor, casting silver outlines on the furniture. Toji’s eyes crinkled in the dim light as he fought back a smirk. Even in the quiet of the night, you managed to catch him off guard. He turned his head slowly toward you, his expression unreadable, voice dripping with mock offense. "Barging? I live here too, you know."

You met his gaze through the shadows, unbothered. "Clearly, your first time in this particular room." He chuckled and reached out, plucking your blanket out from under you, pulling it over to his side of the bed. "Maybe I just wanted to get to know my wife better." He says, his tone light, but his gaze intense in the darkness.

"In the middle of the night on a random Tuesday?" you added, your tone laced with disbelief as you stared at him through the dim shadows. The silence that followed was thick, only broken by the faint rustle of sheets and the distant hum of night beyond the window.

He smirks slightly, shifting onto his side again to face you, their faces inches apart. "You're awful. Do you know that? Most women would kill for a charming midnight visit from me." He deliberately closes the gap, his breath ghosting against your ear.

"Well, I'm not most women," you said coolly, your voice steady and calm in the quiet darkness. The words hung in the air between you, firm and unapologetic, daring him to challenge you.

His grin widens, his eyes glinting with amusement and something darker. He loves her sharp tongue, loves the way she stands up to him. Most people cower in his presence, but not her. She meets him head-on, and it's intoxicating. 

"I'm aware," he said, a hint of amusement flickering in his voice as he lingered near you for just a moment longer before leaning back against the pillow, your blanket now draped over him without apology. "For someone who's so 'disgusted' by me, you sure have a lot to say at midnight… while lying in the same bed," he added, his tone teasing, eyes half-lidded with smug satisfaction.

"You forced yourself onto the bed," you shot back, your voice sharp but quiet, laced with irritation as you tugged at the blanket in vain.

"Semantics." He waves a dismissive hand, his eyes crinkling at the corners again. He's enjoying this back and forth more than he should. "You could have gotten up and slept somewhere else." He challenges, his tone daring her to argue more.

"You're right." You replied as you sat up on the bed, doing a big stretch first. His eyes widen slightly in surprise as you suddenly sit up. He didn't expect you to take him up on his challenge. He watches as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, a strange mix of disappointment and amusement swirling in his chest. "Where are you going?"

"To the somewhere else like you said," you muttered, grabbing your pillow with a huff. You sat up, the mattress shifting slightly beneath you, and threw him one last glare before swinging your legs over the side of the bed. The cool air of the room bit at your skin, but your pride burned warmer than any blanket he had stolen.

He sits up as well, reaching out to grab your arm before you can get out of bed. His grip is firm, but not painful. "I was joking." He says, his voice a little softer now. "Stay in bed. It's big enough for the both of us." You glanced at him before giving in and lying back onto the bed. 

He releases your arm as you settle back into the bed, a small smirk playing on his lips. He pulls the blanket back up to his waist, leaving your side of the bed cold and empty. He's testing you, seeing if you'll scoot closer for warmth or stay on your side.

Your hand then searched for the blanket in the dark before yanking it away from him and wrapping it around yourself. He laughs softly, his head turning towards the sound of you pulling the blanket away from him. He doesn't even try to fight for it, instead letting you wrap yourself up in the warmth. He turns onto his side, facing away from you, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. 

You then closed your eyes, trying to go back to sleep. He remains on his side for a few moments, his laughter slowly dying down. He listens to the sound of you trying to fall back asleep, your breathing slow and steady. After a while, he sighs softly and turns back over, facing you once again.

Your back was turned, facing him. "You know," he says softly into the darkness, his voice barely above a whisper. "People would at least have the decency to sleep facing the other person when they're sharing a bed. But you... you just turn your back on me." There's a slight teasing note in his voice.

He smirks slightly at your lack of reply. He thinks you might be sleeping already. He throws one arm above his head, making himself more comfortable. He then freezes slightly as he realizes something. He looks down at your side of the bed, his smirk widening slowly. "Damn."

He bites back a laugh, realizing that you're sleeping and didn't hear his little comment. He watches your back for a few moments, noticing the way the blanket clings to your form, highlighting your curves. He shakes his head slightly, trying to clear his thoughts. He lies there for a few more moments, his thoughts wandering. He eventually gives in and scoots closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back against his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

AN: OOOH he's getting closer and even sniffing you?? BOYYYY. 🫣🫣Tysm if you've read until here, part 4 he gets even touchier ehehehe. Like and follow for part 4! As always these are posted on ao3 (@variadims) if that's your preferred reading place <33

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I have so many ideas for future fics but I have to complete the current ones 😖💔💔