Oh My Goddddd A Part 2pls Pls PLS Tag Me For That Ill Drop Everything Immediately When It Pops Up.

Oh my goddddd a ✨part 2✨pls pls PLS tag me for that I’ll drop everything immediately when it pops up.

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‘𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞’

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: monster fucking; werewolf!toji, light size kink, biting, knotting (twice), breeding, belly bulging from the cum, re-mating (already together but toji likes to bite), possessive!sweet but mean!toji, encouragement/teasing/taunting/praise, light mind break/dumbification, light pussy slapping, pain kink, mostly from toji biting, little bit of blood, toji licks up that blood, Toji’s in a rut, a lotta manhandling, mating press, eating some of his cum out of your pussy, toji is straight nasty and thirsty for you but so soft at the same time, aftercare, kissing, daddy/mama/sweetheart/princess etc..., some aftercare,

𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡: 2.1k - 7 minutes

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: were toji breeds wife? 🥵

Gliding his puffy knot out with a gentle tug, his warm cum trails after his cockhead. “‘M still hard, wanna make you a mama. It's all I can think about.” Toji spreads your puffy lips, thick cum dripping from your sloppy, sore cunt.

Toji stuffs his tongue into your cum filled cunt. Loudly groaning, dragging the sharp tips of his claws along the curve of your hips. Digging his nails and thick fingers into your hips' squishy crease.

You whine from the sweet sting of pain, your sensitive cunt clenching. Tugging Toji's soft dark hair. “Can't cum anymore!” Toji growls, slapping your ass, instinctively jerking your hips back. Crying, "Daddy!" Pain erupts in your left hip, his nails digging in deeper. Thin rivulets of blood trickle from the wounds.

Dragging his tongue out, kissing your lips. "You think I can't get your sloppy cunt to cum on my cock? That's cute.” Licking up some of the blood on your hip. “Poor mama, so sore, bloody, and sensitive, belly swelling up with my cum." Smacking your cum soaked cunt, whining from the sweet pain. Gliding his fingers in, spreading them apart, watching your hole stretch.

Pushing on your stomach, pumping his finger into your messy cunt. Thick, white cum gushes out. "I'm going to make your belly swell with my cum again." In his rut, his balls make more cum, but this is something else.

Trailing sloppy, loud kisses away to your squishy thigh. "Can't stop thinkin' about ya with that baby." Gently rubbing your g spot. "You've been dropping hints, sending me into a rut. Making my cock ache and my balls too full of cum. Needa fuck ya into a milf." Spreading his fingers apart, gliding them out.

Pressing his fingers together, smearing his cum on your lips. You suck on his fingers, swirling your tongue, a tangy flavor of mixed cum coating your tongue. Toji lines his thick head up, rolling his hips forward.

Whimpering, your cunt squelching, back arching, toes curing, and thighs trembling. Your cunt is too sore, too sensitive. "Needa make sure you're stuffed, make your tits drip with milk." Gliding his fingers out of your mouth, grabbing your neck.

Toji pins you to the bed, hunching over, biting around your nipple. An intense tingling warmth spreads from your chest. His venom overrides how painful having fangs puncturing deeply into your breast should be.

Heat pools between your legs, and a lustful haze numbs your mind, consuming you. Slowly retracting his fangs, lapping up your blood, kissing the wounds. Grabbing the backs of your knees, pin you in a mating press. "Look at that, I'm so worked up I'm making venom." Biting your neck, careful not to sink his teeth in too deep.

Scratching Toji's nail backside, he ruts his hips faster. Whining, your sore, cum stuffed cunt quivering. You're getting off on how primal the way your muscular husband is restraining, fucking, and breeding you.

Letting you go, licking up your neck, groaning roughly. Your body bounces with each rough thrust. Fucking you like he hates you. "I love ya mama, love your gorgeous fuckin' smile, the way ya look after me and cream on my cock." Kissing your bloody neck.

Your sensitive cunt squelches, his balls slapping your ass. You mewl, "Love how you're all mine, your cocky smirk, I love how soft you've become for me." Pulling Toji's hair, clenching your dripping wet cunt. It's beautiful watching his massive body trembling because of your cunt.

"I think you make me hard mama, love seeing you jiggle, watching your eyes roll back when I fuck ya good." Gliding your fingertips along his cheek to his lips. Swiping your thumb along his bottom lip.

Crooning, "Cum in me Toji wanna make you my baby daddy." Trailing kisses along his chiseled jaw, roughly biting his neck. Whining when Toji digs his claws into your thighs, retracting his claws when blood trickles. Lightly dragging his nails toward your cock stuffed pussy.

He grunts, "I'm all fuckin' yours! So tight mama, so fuckin' wet n' tight!" His venom dulls your pain, increasing your sensitivity. Acutely feeling the slope of his cock head down to the soft ridge.

Every puffy vein is thicker in his rut since he cums so much more. The gradual thickening of his cock spitting you wider makes your toes curl. His knot swelling, tugging on your cunt, getting harder to glide out.

Squeezing your hips, lifting you off the bed, pumping his hips faster. The headboard thumping the wall; the bed scrapping the floor. His strength forces his thick knot into your hot, sloppy wet, tight cunt.

Curling your toes, your eyes rolling back. "That's it, good girl, cum on your cock. Lemme feel your sweet pussy clench my cock tighter till it's too much!" Your gush when his knot tugs on your cunt. Your slick drips onto his balls, and down your cheeks, soaking the sheets between.

His veins pulsing, cock twitching, cum spurts, thick and warm. "I love seeing you swell with my cum." Wrapping his arm around your waist, lifting the rest of your body off the bed. Holding you close, he shifts on the bed, sitting down with you in his lap.

Gliding his hand down, sinking his fingers into your squishy hip's crease. Massaging his fingers into you. Arranging the pillows quickly with the other hand, leaning back. His knot is too thick to glide out, trapping his cum inside. The soft pressure of his warm and thick cum is comforting.

"I love being so full." Scattering kisses on his thick pecs, splaying your fingers on his hard abs. Grinding your hips, rubbing your clit on his navel, he whines. His hard cock shifts inside you, rubbing your soft, wet cunt. Just barely rubbing your sweet spot.

You croon, "Wanna make you a daddy." Toji cups your breasts, stoking your soft puffy nipple. Clenching your cunt, groaning, gliding your hand up to his pecs, over his broad shoulders. Gliding your fingers into his dark hair, pulling him in for a kiss.

Parting your lips for his tongue, keeping your hips grinding steady. Fueled by Toji's venom coursing through your veins, made only during a rut to ensure their mated partner could keep up. You can't think of anything else beyond milking his cock.

Moaning, your tongue following along with his. Toji pinches, pulling your nipple till you whine into the slow, deep passionate kiss. Lifting your hip. Barely gliding part of his knot out, sinking your hips down. Getting a little more of his shrinking knot to slide out. Breaking the kiss, mewling, "Does daddy need to stuff mama's cunt again?"

Gliding your sloppy cunt along Toji's big, throbbing cock. His thick cum trickling out of your cunt, soaking his balls, and the bed. He groans, "Such a waste, all that cum trickin' out." Toji grabs your neck to slam you down onto the bed. Gliding his cock out, grabbing both hips. Flipping you over, pulling your hips in the air.

Slapping your cunt, "Need to fill ya back up, break your sweet cunt and make sure you can’t walk." Lining his cock up, pulling your hips back. Filling and stretching your drenched cunt in one harsh thrust. Propping one leg up, grabbing your head, pinning it down into the pillows.

Toji leans over you, putting his heavyweight into the thrusts. Grunting, "Fuckin' take my cock, good fuckin' slut." The bed shifts, scraping the floor. His heavy balls slapping your clit. Your cunt squelching louder than his groans and your muffled moans.

Slapping your ass roughly, carefully digging in his nails. Thin rivulets of blood trickle down your cheek, following the trail with his finger. Slipping into his mouth, groaning at the taste, "You smell so damn sweet!" More thick cum trickles down your thigh. You're craving more, to have his knot plugging another thick load.

He groans, "Your cunt, blood, soft squishy body, and every little whine are keeping my cock hard." Angling his thrust, rubbing your sweet spot, hitting your cervix. Curling your toes, your eyes stinging with tears, yanking your hips away.

Toji croons, "Trying to run away?" Tightly grabbing your neck, the sudden restriction makes your cunt clench Toji's thick cock.

Lifting you up by your neck and hip, getting off the bed. Holding you with ease, his cock buried in you. Stopping in front of the vanity mirror, "You can watch yourself get fucked without being able to do a single thing, but let me fuck ya stupid." Your body is tingling from the lack of air.

Between the lack of air and venom coursing through your body, there isn't even a thought detected of cumming. All you can do is feel his thick cock filling you up. Admiring the beautiful woman in the mirror getting split wide open by her handsome husband.

Her plush wet lips for a pale, veiny thick cock. Loosening his grasp, "Tell me how good I'm makin' my pussy feel." You try to steady your breath, unable to process his words. breath, "Am I that good that your cock-drunk and dumb already?" Rubbing your clit, making your cunt clench his cock harder.

"Shit that's too tight mama. But unnnnn ahhh mmmm you feeeels so goooood." Temporarily leaning back his head, loudly groan. The raspy needy sound getting you off, your cunt spasming around him. "Fuck!" Toji's legs tremble, and he stumbles back, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Bouncing you on his cock, planting his feet, steadying himself thrusting up. Making you meet his thrusts. "Whatareya doin'tomemama!" His words slur together, yanking your head to the side. Hunching over gently sinking his fangs in, marking you as his.

Any supernatural creature would be able to sense the mating, singing to back off. At least they had trouble with someone else. To any human, it's a scarring mark of four puncture wounds you wouldn't explain.

Toji's knot swells catching on your cunt, "I'm so close, gonna stuff ya full. Beg for at least, use the last brain cell my beautiful baby has left. Use it to beg for my cum like a cock drunk slut." You can't you're too far gone.

Lost in the bliss of getting fucked, only able to moan, "Daddy!" A couple more pumps and Toji wraps his arm around your waist. His knot merely tugging on your cunt, unwilling to easily slip out.

Groaning his cock twitching, thick cum spurting filling and stretching your cunt. Your thighs trembling and toes curling, it feels too good to be cummed in. Roughly breathing, leaning back with you resting on his chest.

Toji takes a moment to gather himself. Massaging your stomach, his hand drifting down your navel and back up towards your breasts. His cock softens, his knot swollen, plugging his cum inside.

Closing your eyes, smiling, resting your head on his chest. Toji groans, "That's it mama, fuck you feel so damn good. Gonna have to stuff you again in a few hours. You mind if I wake you up?" During his week-long rut he could never go long without burying himself into your cunt. Leaving you pleasantly sore and still feeling his cock hours after when he comes back for more.

When you don't answer Toji chuckles, "Damn mama, take your time Daddy's got you." He needs fresh raw meat to tear into, the surrounding woods of your cabin are perfect hunting grounds.

His cock softens, his knot gradually de-swelling. His cum trickles out, "I'll clean up for I go, don't even think about bitchin' about it later. You better thank me for being so nice, knowing most ." You're too full to hold it without the full size of his knot.

Gathering your sense of self and thought, "You're cleaning 'cause you know I can't walk." Gliding you off his cock, his thick cum gushes out like your squirting. Biting into your lip.

Your cunt has been ruined by Tojis's too-fat cock, the sweet swelling of his knot, and how much he cums during a rut.

Toji groans, "Gonna make ya swell with more than cum. You're gonna be the prettiest mama." Kissing the top of your head, standing up. Cradling you in a princess carry towards the bathroom.

Placing you down on the toilet, "If ya can't walk, good I'll come back for ya." Taking care of business and not bothering to trust your wobbly legs. Listening to the blankets rustle in the bedroom.

"I don't wanna wait too long! I want to hold you close." Toji comes back with your phone. Scrolling away the minutes trickle by of him putting the bed together with fresh sheets.

Picking you up, setting you on the counter, propping your feet up on the counter. Grabbing a rag, getting it wet, wiping your inner thighs. "I got your favorite stuffed animals on the bed. I'll stay until you fall asleep" He kisses your cheek, wiping the cloth between your lips slowly.

“I love you daddy.” Smiling up at him, admiring the his handsome face. The sweet feeling of getting cared for, after getting ferally fucked has you on cloud nine.

Toji grabs the disinfectant, pouring some on the rag. Lowering your legs, gently dabbing clean the small marks on your left hip. Rubbing your clit, the pleasure distracting you from the stinging of the disinfectant.

“I love you too mama.” Kissing you sweetly, parting his lips with yours. Letting you lips your tongue past, following your lead. Groaning into the kiss, stroking your clit softly.

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Aww… Sukuna is in ✨denial✨ he absolutely wants to be with Yuuji normally, he NEEDS to be with him but his pride won’t let him😭

Literally just give in Sukuna~~~ although I do feel bad for Yuuji losing his memory it’s gonna hurt bad😭😭

Separation Anxiety (Chapter 07)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

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Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 3.5k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 07

I don't know what to do with your kiss on my neck. I want to steal your soul and hide you in my treasure chest (Hostage by Billie Eilish)

The brat's boisterous laughter mixes with the excited chirping of the birds as he jogs past one of the cherry trees in the small park beneath their apartment. His pink hair is once again getting crowned by the falling cherry blossoms. He looks over his shoulder at Sukuna, golden eyes sparkling happily and a broad smile on his face as he exclaims loudly,

"Come on, baby! Catch up!"

Sukuna rolls his eyes playfully and accelerates his steps, quickly catching up to the boy and falling into pace beside him.

They began a new ritual: Morning runs every day after getting up. Sukuna welcomes the idea. It's not like he has to do a regular workout to stay in shape, and the brat doesn't, either. Their bodies are made of powerful magic, blessing them with immense natural strength and stamina. But he still enjoys the morning runs.

He likes the fresh morning breeze, the song of the birds, the way the small shrine looks in the soft morning light. They almost have the park to themselves during this time of the day. It brings back memories of his past life when cities weren't as big, and the world wasn't as loud as today.

He likes the endorphins spreading through his body at the physical exertion. It feels nice after being trapped in a state of numbness for such a long time.

And it makes the brat happy.

This is a factor Sukuna has to consider, too, after all. He has to make sure Itadori feels comfortable with him. That's part of the plan. The brat has to feel safe and happy, wrapped comfortably in Sukuna's lies.

This way, things will have the most destructive effect on him once he gets his memories back. Seeing his perfect harmonic life crumble and shatter into a thousand pieces will break him.

And so Sukuna goes on those morning runs, and he lets the brat hug him when they finish a foot race to the small shrine. He grins when Itadori presses his body against him and kisses him under the cherry trees before he takes Sukuna's hand to drag him back to their apartment, where Uraume is waiting for them with a rich breakfast. He smiles when the brat feeds him something from his plate, and Sukuna returns the favor a moment later while chuckling at how obediently Itadori opens his mouth for him.

Sweet domestic life, just like the brat craves it.

Sukuna wakes up with Itadori in his arms. They are lying on their sides, and the boy's back is pressed against Sukuna's chest, snuggling against him like the little pet that he is.

Itadori wakes up with a soft groan and a sleepily mumbled,

"G' morning."

"Good morning, darling."

Sukuna knows the brat likes it when Sukuna calls him pet names, and so he does it often just to bask in how easily he can manipulate the little idiot. The reaction is immediate. Itadori chuckles lightly, and his ass presses even more firmly against Sukuna's straining erection. A grin spreads over Sukuna's face.

You little horny thing. Not so scared anymore, huh?

Sweet victory sings in Sukuna's veins when the brat starts to move. He rubs his firm, round ass slowly against Sukuna's hard cock. It's a very deliberate movement. Part of Sukuna wants to taunt him for it, wants to call him a dirty slut, just like he did anytime he caught the brat watching those naughty movies on his phone.

But it's different now. The brat is needy for him, and that's exactly what Sukuna wants.

He smirks against Itadori's neck before pressing a kiss on his skin right where the short hair of his undercut ends. And then he hears the sweetest sound: a soft moan.

A feeling of exhilaration fills Sukuna. He enjoys hearing Itadori moan for him. It's a special kind of power Sukuna feels when hearing those pathetic sounds. Red, hot desire pumps through Sukuna's veins. He wants to hear more. He wants to feel more.

He presses his lips to the brat's skin again, trailing several kisses down his neck while his right hand wanders down the brat's body. His long fingers trace Itadori's firm abs, and then Sukuna shoves his hand down the front of the boy's underwear.

"Ah! Fuck!"

Sukuna chuckles at the boy's loud exclamation as Sukuna's hand wraps around his throbbing erection. Skin on skin this time, no clothing between them.

Of course, Sukuna is familiar with every inch of the brat after sharing this body with him for years. But it's a whole other experience to touch him like this. To feel how hot the brat's cock feels in Sukuna's hand, how hard and how thick. It's an exquisite sensation.

And the brat's reaction is equally delicious. Another moan falls from his lips, louder this time. His head rolls back against Sukuna's shoulder, and he pushes his hard cock unashamedly into Sukuna's hand.

"You like that?" Sukuna whispers into his ear.

"Y..yeah..please don't stop, Sukuna! Feels so good, ah!"

His reaction makes Sukuna's cock twitch. The brat is cute when he is so needy for him.

Sukuna wraps his hand firmer around the boy's hard length, pumping the thick cock in the same rhythm he remembers from all the times he was in Itadori's mind when the boy was jerking off in his room or in the shower. And he gets rewarded instantly by a desperate-sounding mewl.

Sukuna smirks. It's so easy. He knows the brat's body so well, knows all his dirty fantasies, knows how the brat likes to touch himself.

His kisses on the boy's neck grow more savage. He's sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin, leaving his marks on the brat in angry red love bites.

Mine. You're all mine, Yuuji.

It doesn't take long until the brat cums with a series of loud moans and whimpers, pushing needily into Sukuna's fist and spilling his hot, thick cum over Sukuna's hand.

Some of it shoots messily over Itadori's body, and Sukuna watches it in fascination as it slowly runs down the boy's flexed abs.

This is for him. For Sukuna.

Sukuna smiles as he runs his fingers through the sticky mess on the brat's abs, spreading the evidence of his power over the boy all over his skin. The brat came so fast for him. It's pathetic and cute.

Sukuna growls and brings his cum-stained hand to his lips, licking at the warm seed and groaning softly when he tastes it. He licks it up hungrily, driven by the sheer blinding need to consume the brat again, to be close to him, to be one with him again.

His cock is twitching, desire almost making him take the boy by force. But he doesn't have to.

"Baby, let me touch you too, please. I want to make you feel good, too."

Golden eyes look at him pleadingly, full of a hunger that Sukuna has only seen in the mirror before.

He smiles at the brat and reaches out to cup his chin, running his thumb over the boy's bottom lip and pulling it down.

"Of course, you can touch me, sweetheart. Touch me, kiss me, fuck me. Do anything you want, my sweet thing."

He delights in how the brat's eyes roll back in pleasure at Sukuna's words, a shaky moan falling from his lips.

Sukuna lets go of him to take off his boxer briefs, basking in the way the brat stares at him, his golden eyes dark with desire when he sees Sukuna's cock for the first time.

Sukuna joins him on the bed again, leaning over him, capturing the boy's lips in a passionate kiss, deep and wet, tongues caressing each other with a need Sukuna cannot remember experiencing before.

Maybe this is something only a soulbond can give you, this feeling of raw desire that comes from sharing the same body and soul and craving to get back as close as possible.

Sukuna straddles the boy, his knees on either side of the brat's thighs, kneeling over him, watching the boy with glittering blue eyes.

"Touch me, baby."

The boy's gaze is fixed on Sukuna's face as he gulps hard as if he is too scared to look anywhere else. But his hands are braver, wandering boldly over Sukuna's naked skin, trailing over his thick biceps, sending shivers of pleasure through Sukuna. Those warm, strong hands caress his muscular thighs, fingertips tracing the black rings tattoed onto Sukuna's upper thighs, slowly but steadily wandering closer to their goal.

A low sigh spills from Sukuna's parted lips when he finally feels a warm, strong hand wrap around his hard cock. The dull ache in his chest is replaced by a throbbing heat that makes his mind heady with desire.

He watches the brat, looks deeply into his eyes as the boy pleasures him slowly at first and then growing faster steadily, pumping his fist up and down on Sukuna's wet cock, thumb rubbing over his swollen cockhead and slit.

And Sukuna lets him see what he's doing to him. He knows how bad the brat craves reassurance. How every praise makes his cock throb. And so he gets a little treat. He gets to see the pleasure on Sukuna's face, gets to hear the soft groans falling from Sukuna's parted lips, gets to witness the heavy-lidded blue eyes becoming clouded over by arousal.

"Yes, like that, baby. You're so good to me. Make me cum on you."

Sukuna isn't the only one who moans when he finally cums, cock twitching in the brat's hand as thread after thread of hot seed shoots out of his dark pink mushroom head and onto the brat.

Golden eyes watch him, shining brightly, filled with desire and admiration.

Sukuna can tell that the brat is asking himself how he got so lucky to have Sukuna's cock in his hand and his seed on his skin.

Sukuna grins at him, and exhales slowly with a low, satisfied groan.

The brat has never looked as beautiful as now, covered in Sukuna's cum. It's on his chest and abs, a little bit even on his chin. Glistening pearly white streaks slowly run down his tan skin, marking him as Sukuna's. So beautiful, so ruined. Claimed by the King of Curses.

Sukuna's seed mixes with Itadori's in the valleys of the boy's abs. Sukuna cannot tear his gaze away from the sight. Finally, their essences are mingled again. He reaches out, running a long finger through the small sea of their combined seed, watching it in fascination.

He smiles as he brings that finger to the boy's lips. He doesn't even have to push the brat's mouth open and force-feed him their cum. Itadori opens it eagerly, moaning and flicking his tongue over Sukuna's finger, licking their mixed seed hungrily off his lover's finger.

Yes, consume me again, brat. Take me inside you, just like it should be, just like it is written in the stars.

Watching the little scene makes the place in Sukuna's chest, where the phantom pain usually sits, fill with a warmth that feels almost too intense. But he welcomes it. It feels better than the strange empty feeling he usually experiences.

He leans down a second later to run his tongue over the brat's body, licking the cum off him, marveling at the heady sweetness of their mixed essences. So this is what fate tastes like.

Sukuna smirks when he claims the brat's mouth again, basking in the needy noises the brat makes when Sukuna feeds him their cum with his tongue.

Everything feels right at this moment.

For a second, Sukuna catches himself thinking that he doesn't even want the brat to get his memories back. He is beautiful like this. Obedient, sweet, and so happy to be under Sukuna, with his cum on his body and in his mouth.

Sukuna wouldn't mind keeping him forever like this.

He is used to living with a personal servant. In his former life, he spent many years with Uraume, who took care of everything for him. Who cooked for him, who prepared Sukuna's baths for him, who made sure his kimonos were always clean, and who did everything else in their power to assist Sukuna at all times. And they naturally slipped into that role again now in his new life. Sukuna is familiar with a Master and servant dynamic. But what Sukuna isn't used to is having someone who isn't his servant do those things.

He raises a surprised eyebrow when the brat leans over him while Sukuna is lounging on the couch. The boy hands him a plate with cookies. There's a proud grin on his face, and his voice is full of excitement,

"For you, baby. The recipe was printed on the back of the cocoa powder, and it sounded so delicious that I wanted to try baking it. I think they turned out really well! You have to try them!"

Of course, the cookies are amazing. Itadori has a talent for cooking and baking. The brat doesn't remember it, but Sukuna does.

He benefitted from that fact when he shared a body with the boy, often manifesting his mouth on the boy's palm to steal some of his food. But it's even better now when he can actually take a cookie into his hand and feel it, chew it, swallow it, taste it, and consume it in his own body.

He watches the smile on the brat's face grow even bigger when Sukuna tells him the cookies taste delicious.

"I didn't remember that I could bake. Oh my god, I will bake so much now! Tell me what you like, baby. I will bake anything you want! I want to try other recipes too!"

Sukuna watches in amusement as the boy disappears into the kitchen again, practically bouncing.

It's fascinating how fast Itadori is settling into his new life. And it's even more fascinating to suddenly belong to the circle of people whom Itadori cares for.

The brat was always so eager to please others and to make them happy. He was always so generous with his affection, constantly doing things for people, showering them with compliments, and reassuring them with his words and touches. Hugging them, cooking for them, carrying their bags, protecting them.

Sukuna had watched it all from inside his vessel. Had watched the boy be sweet and affectionate to everyone around him. Towards Sukuna, he had never shown that sweetness, of course.

But now Sukuna suddenly finds himself on the receiving end of that affection, and it feels strange.

Strange because Sukuna can't remember anyone ever treating him with affection.

Fear, desire, obedience. Those are the things Sukuna is used to receiving. But what the brat offers him is new. And it is something Sukuna doesn't understand.

More times, when he likes, he catches himself watching the boy with narrowed eyes, trying to figure him out.

What is going on in that stupid little head of yours? Why are you like this? Why are you so full of love and warmth that you are overflowing from it, that it spills out of your every pore?

Sukuna can't wrap his head around it. He understands desire. He understands the raw urge of wanting to have something and claim it. But the warmth and selflessness that live in the boy are foreign to him.

When Sukuna desires something or someone, he doesn't ask. He takes.

But the brat is the opposite of that. Itadori Yuuji doesn't take. He gives. When Itadori desires someone, he gives everything he has to that person.

It's foolish.

But that's how Itadori works. And after his memory loss, he sees Sukuna as someone he wants to give his affection to. The boy is fond of him. The boy likes him, maybe even begins to love him.

It explains why he wants to bake for Sukuna. It explains the soft sighs and gentle smiles and the way the brat likes to walk up behind Sukuna and hug him from behind, snuggling against him, face pressing gently against Sukuna's shoulder blades, strong arms holding him tightly, clinging to him as if he never wants to let go again. It explains why the boy looks into his eyes for what seems an eternity, his golden eyes filled with so much warmth.

It means Sukuna's plan is working.

Sukuna exhales loudly. Why is he even wondering about this? It doesn't matter what the brat does, feels, or wants. He is Sukuna's little plaything, a special toy to entertain him. Nothing more.

And as foreign as the concept of this affection is to Sukuna, he can't deny that it has its advantages to be on the receiving end of it.

It's undeniably nice to eat the cookies and cakes the brat bakes for him. And it's definitely comfortable to fall asleep wrapped around a warm body. Sukuna asks himself why he never considered this in his past life. Especially during the cold season, it might have been useful to keep a bed companion.

But then he remembers that none of his past lovers could be trusted. He could have never slept next to them.

The thought makes him laugh grimly. It's ironic. Technically, the brat is a thousand times more dangerous than all of Sukuna's past lovers combined. He is powerful and blessed with superhuman strength. And yet Sukuna knows that Itadori, in his current state, won't try to murder him in his sleep. As unbelievable as it sounds, he's the first one of Sukuna's lovers who isn't a potential threat.

Sukuna snorts and glances at the brat, who is currently asleep in his arms, snuggling against him, his head resting on Sukuna's chest, one arm carelessly thrown over Sukuna's torso. Sukuna smirks as he rests his chin on top of the boy's head. Itadori makes some pleased noise that almost sounds like he's purring.

He really feels very warm to the touch. Comfortable.

For some reason, Sukuna always felt cold during his imprisonment in his domain. He spent a thousand years trapped in a cold cave, and no matter how much fire he conjured in the Malevolent Shrine, it never helped.

Now, he can't even remember what being cold feels like. Not when the brat's warm body is pressing against him every night.

"Kuna! Please watch this movie with me! The sneak peek looks so cool!"

Excited golden eyes beam at Sukuna, and the brat pats the space beside him on the couch.

The corners of Sukuna's lips lift in an amused smirk. The brat is currently discovering his former passion of watching movies again, and of course, he wants to watch them with his boyfriend. That means they are back to watching movies together, just like when they still shared a body.

Or not exactly like when they still shared a body. Because when Sukuna was still trapped inside the brat, he never got tired of complaining about every single movie Itadori enjoyed. Now, he doesn't do that. And he finds that it's actually a lot more relaxing to just be able to focus on the movie instead of constantly talking to annoy the brat.

The truth is that Sukuna had secretly enjoyed many of the movies the boy had watched. The plots of the stories weren't that different from what he remembered from the plays he used to watch in his former life. Drama and bloodshed, sprinkled with a bit of romance here and there. It could be quite entertaining.

And now Sukuna doesn't have to pretend he hates movies anymore. He can just lean back on the comfortable couch and enjoy.

Itadori snuggles against him, rests his head on Sukuna's shoulder, and grabs a handful of popcorn out of the large bowl in Sukuna's lap, munching it loudly while his gaze is glued to the TV screen.

The brat's head on Sukuna's shoulder presses on a nerve, making Sukuna's arm tingle, but the usual dull ache in his chest is silent. And the popcorn tastes quite good. Itadori sprinkled butter and cinnamon sugar over it. Movie nights with the brat don't seem so bad.

"Whoa, the suspense is killing me!"

The brat grabs Sukuna's forearm tightly, and Sukuna laughs.

"You said the same thing the first time you watched this movie."

"Oh? Did I already see it?"

"Yes, before your accident."

The brat's expression turns thoughtful for a moment, and then, to Sukuna's astonishment, he laughs. The boy throws his head back and laughs that annoying, too-loud laugh of his.

"That's actually a positive effect of the memory loss, then! I can watch all my favorite movies again for the first time! That's a dream come true for every movie lover!"

His eyes sparkle happily, and his face is lit up by a bright smile.

Sukuna stares at him for a moment, stricken by the brat's unyielding optimism.

It's foolish, of course, to always see the good in things and people. Itadori is too naive.

And yet...

Sukuna can't help but feel a flicker of respect awaken in him. The brat always gets up again. Regardless of what life throws at him, Itadori Yuuji doesn't back down. He adapts, he keeps going. That is an attitude that makes him strong.

And strength is something Sukuna respects.

The sounds of the TV blare in the background, loud screams and gunshots as the hero gets into another fight. But Sukuna's gaze is only focused on the boy next to him, wondering why and how re-watching an old action movie made him realize for the first time that there is something about his former vessel that he respects.

I am very sorry for the late update. I was on vacation and also pretty busy, so I didn't have the right mindset to work on this story, but I am happy to be back again!! Thank you so much for reading the new chapter!! I hope you like it. They were so domestic in this chapter, and it made me grin so much awww!!

One of my favorite things to write about is when Sukuna gets treated with love and affection, and he doesn't know what to do with it at first because he isn't used to it. I am very, very soft for that, and this is why writing this story makes me very emotional at times. I hope you felt some of it too!

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

I-I want… No that’s not true I NEED 🥵😫

Hmm 👀

Honestly if it were me the second we get to the store I’m dipping on his ass

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Toji Fushiguro

[Chapter 4] Car Ride

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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Angst, Talks of Abortion

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Toji tries to hand you the bouquet of flowers, but you don’t take them from his hands. Your eyes linger on them, and while it’s a beautiful arrangement, you don’t want to take them. For some reason, you feel that if you take them, he’ll believe you’re accepting to try and work things out which you aren’t willing to do. Even though maybe you should.

You turn your head when you see Shiu drive off, and you roll your eyes. Toji clears his throat and he assures you, “I’ll drive you home.”

“I have to buy a mattress.” You inform him, and he slowly nods his head. He doesn’t mind, you guess. You still can’t help but ask the question, “What about your job?”

“I can leave early, it doesn’t matter.” He responds, and you sigh. Suddenly he can leave early but when you begged to have a date night, he was always busy. He’s putting in so much effort now, effort that he should’ve put in before you decided you were going to leave. “Do you wanna go do that now? We can talk while we go shopping for that.”

“I guess…” You search around to see if you find Shiu’s car in the distance. You don’t really want to talk to Toji, but you also have no other way to go home other than by walking or taxi. Plus you need his help right now. You look around to find his car, and you find it a long way down the road. 

You begin to walk to his car, and he follows behind, running so he can open the door for you. You don’t thank him when he does, you just get in the passenger seat, and you side eye him when he doesn’t shut the door. He throws the flowers on your lap and when he shuts the door, you toss them to the backseat. When he gets into the driver’s seat he asks, “Why don’t you want the flowers?”

“What’s the point of them? Aren’t we getting divorced?” You respond, and he tries to take a deep breath. He turns on the car and pulls out of his parking spot, driving somewhere. You know this route, and it’s not where he’s supposed to take you. You don’t speak about it, it’s your own fault. You weren’t seriously expecting Toji of all people to be cooperative, were you?

“Shiu told me you got a nice little apartment…” He speaks up when he stops at a red light. You hum in response, not really trying to engage in a conversation. You lean your head back, resting it and shutting your eyes. You just want this to be over. Never in your life did you expect to dread being in a car next to Toji. The love of your life sits next to you, and you can’t wait to get out. To run and never have to see him again.

You open your eyes and see that you’re not driving back to Toji’s apartment. He’s taking a detour. At least you won’t have to take a taxi. Your eyes shift to him, his eyes are focused on the road. His hands clench the steering wheel while he bites down on his lip. His eyes finally glance at you, and you avert your gaze to the road that’s in front of you. “So um… What do you do?”

“Nothing cool.” You answer. You hear him exhale. Maybe he’ll stop asking dumb questions to fill up the silence. You’ve gotten accustomed to a quiet car ride, every time that you tried to speak up you’d be shot down. You don’t understand why he’s trying to change now– He already signed the papers. 

“Will you still show up for Megumi?” He asks, and you take a moment to think about it. Should you really? Toji constantly reminded you that you weren’t Megumi’s mother in any way, why should you try? But even then, you and Megumi grew close and formed a bond. Megumi shouldn’t have to pay for his father’s mistakes. You don’t give him a definitive answer though, simply an,

“I’ll try.”

“Why are you like this? Can’t you see that I’m trying?” He finally snaps, making you scoff. You cross your arms, debating if this is even worth engaging. He just wants a reaction out of you. Something that is longer than two words. “I’m just thinking that you wanted a divorce because you’re seeing someone else. If you actually loved me, you would at least try to work this out.”

He succeeds. He gets the reaction that he wants. You’re seething with his words and you yell, “I’ve been the only one trying this entire marriage, Toji! Not even these past two years, our entire relationship! Do you think I just came to this decision overnight? Do you think just a couple days of you trying will make up for five years of your neglect? It’s funny that you’re the one talking about cheating when you–”

“Here you go again with the same fucking shit! That happened years ago and you don’t let me forget. You should’ve just left me then!” He raises his voice as well, frustrated with this whole situation.

“Then why the fuck are you so upset that I’m leaving you now? Tell me, Toji. Like this you won’t have to hear me complain about it!” You respond, and he has to pull over into a plaza to park. It’s best if you get out here and call a taxi. You’ll order a mattress online, and sleep on the floor for the time being. When he puts the car in park and the doors unlock, and just as you’re about to open the car door, he locks them. You hate his car because his side is the only one that has controls to lock and unlock the car.

“That was years ago… I’m trying to become a better man, please. Give me a chance.” He sounds vulnerable, and part of you wants to comfort him. You love him more than anything and anyone, you’re willing to work it out. But for your sake… And for your baby’s sake, you have to leave Toji. He claims that he’ll be better but he won’t. 

“How long will it take for you to go back to being him? The same man that couldn’t even care to share how his day was when I asked him. You claimed that you’d change a couple times, Toji. You did change for a couple of days, but you always went back to your cold demeanor.” Your voice is breaking, and you can’t afford to start crying in front of him. You won’t let him see you so weak again, “I’ve seen the way you looked at her, and I want someone to look at me the same way. I deserve that. I know that you can’t be that same man for me, and I’ve come to respect that. The same way I want you to respect me leaving. I don’t want you to reach out to me just for the sole purpose of getting back together. We need time apart.”

He runs a hand through his hair, trying to think of what he’s going to say next. He won’t admit that he’s at fault for all of this. Toji shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. He tries to be rational– To be the mature adult that he’s supposed to be. He takes a deep breath before speaking. “I’m going to unlock the doors. If you get out of the car, I won’t talk to you ever again. All I can say is good luck in your life.”

“That’s not possible.” You mutter, but he hears it loud and clear. Are you insinuating that he’s a weak man? That’s what he’s hearing at the very least, and Toji hates it.

“What are you trying to say? Are you saying that I’ll come crawling back to you? That you’re irreplaceable or something like that, because I have some news for you–” He raises his voice and you feel the tears well up in your eyes. You swallow the lump that comes to your throat before you yell,

“I’m pregnant, Toji! That’s what I’m trying to say, I’m pregnant.” You watch him as his eyes go wide, his breath getting caught up. You’re waiting for him to say the worst, knowing that he doesn’t want this. “I don’t need your help though. I’ll be fine. If you don’t want a part in any of this, then when I exit the car, you’ll be dead to me the same way I’ll be dead to you.”

A smile comes to his face, and you feel sick. You know he isn’t happy that he’s having a baby. You want to fool yourself into thinking that he is, but you know he’s not. He doesn’t care about that. He’s just thinking about– He grabs your hands and brings them up to his lips, kissing them gently before he puts them around his face. “Please stay. For our baby.”

He’s thinking about trapping you. Like this you won’t leave his side. He’s not thinking about all the what ifs and the struggles that come with pregnancy and a child. He doesn’t want this for the right reasons, and you hate it. His face inches closer to yours, and he’s about to kiss you but you pull away.

“Open the car door.” You tell him, your voice stern. His brows furrow.

“We have to talk about this.” He says, and you shake your head. You have to take a deep breath so he doesn’t hear your voice. You don’t want him to hear you on the verge of tears even though your watery eyes are the dead give away.

“No, you think that I’m going to stay with you because I’m pregnant. But I’m not. I don’t have to rely on you.” You respond. 

“Why don’t you just get an abortion then?” He asks, and that’s when the tears that are in your eyes fall. He bites his tongue, quickly regretting the words that just left his lips. “I mean… If you’re so set on being alone, do you really want to have my baby? You know that means we’re stuck together in a sense.”

“No it doesn’t.” You wipe away the tears that managed to escape. You try to reach over to unlock the car door, and when you manage to unlock it, he doesn’t waste a second to lock it back up. He pushes your hand away. “Just forget that I told you anything. You don’t want another kid, and I’m not forcing you to be a father. I can be a mother by myself.”

“For how long have you known?” He questions, and you take a deep breath.

“I just found out.” You confess. 

“And you decided that you’re going to be a single mother? Do you know how fucking hard it is to raise a child by yourself? You haven’t even thought about it for a day.” He points out. You bite down on your lip and think about what you’ll say next.

“I mean… I handled all of Megumi’s issues myself even when I wasn’t supposed to be a parent. And I got used to the idea that if I ended up pregnant, you’d end up leaving. So I don’t really need to think about it more.” You share, and he scoffs.

“You really think I would just leave you?” He questions and you stay silent. That’s his response. “I would’ve never done that to you.”

“I don’t know Toji, you made it clear that the idea of having kids with me was a nightmare and that you only had money and time for Megumi.” You remind him, and Toji finds himself speechless. You sigh. You really hate this. “I’m telling you because it’s my duty. If you want to come around, great. If you don’t, also great. Me and my baby will do just fine.”

“It’s my baby too.” He says. “I guess… You should do whatever you think it’s best. But if we’re not getting back together, you should get an abortion.”

“I’m not doing that, Toji. I’ve always wanted a baby, and this is my chance.” You respond, even though part of you agrees with him. “Just… Let me out.”

“I’m getting you that mattress and then taking you home.” He replies. You take a deep breath watching as he switches the gear to drive. “Then we’re going to talk about this.”

There’s this Satosugu fic where they bullied her all through high school then ditched her and college. She winds up pregnant with Satoru’s baby and he finds out and plots to force her to marry him, but kinda pushed Suguru off to the side which pisses him off and he goes to take her away ahead of time by saying gojo was try to take the kid from her and impregnating her himself. I really really wanna see it again so If someone can direct me to it I’d be grateful~

Late birthday gift from my little sis💕