Big Monster Boyfriend Can't Resist Claiming You

Big Monster Boyfriend Can't Resist Claiming You

Having a big monster boyfriend who is so desperate to claim you as his that he'll take any opportunity to do so. No matter how small that time window may be you are getting claimed by him. Often in record time.

A few minutes before work he's jerking off on your face or your ass, depending on if you feel like giving him a show of fingering yourself or not. His hulking frame towers over you as hot splashes of cum paint your body. There's no need to fuck you to claim you, there are so many other ways.

Having breaks together? His fangs suck and bite into your neck while you grind against his huge cock like a bitch in heat that you are. So desperate to drop your panties right now and be fucked in broad daylight. You don't care who sees do you? Not as long as he fucks you and claims you as his woman, his bitch.

Finally he gets you all to himself at home, not wasting time getting you naked, not even letting you cross from the hallway to the living room, he's already mounting you and fucking his huge monster cock into your wet cunt. The door isn't even locked and your moans are loud enough to attract neighbor attention. Whatever. They already know you're his. Still it couldn't hurt to make sure of it.

He will breed you, give his thick, potent monster cum to your pussy, make it flow out, fuck it back in as many times as it takes for your belly to start showing signs of pregnancy. You're finally in a good spot in life, as a couple too, so there's no better time then now. And no better way to announce to the whole world that you're his human.

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

hey! for todays protest, i made this little zine about palestine (holding just simple and basic information).

you can download the zine here, fold it yourself, and distribute it around.

no credit is needed. feel free to leave it around bars, protests, or wherever. simply print it (borderless) and fold it. here is a tutorial on how to do it.

dont stay silent. there is a genocide of horrendous, atrocious proportions going on. also if you are a zionist here to argue with me, i dont plan to entertain you at all, not on my art blog. fuck off, you'll be swiftly blocked. i see enough of you clowns on my main and i have no energy for you. you can skip the death threats too bc i dont give a shit.

(i'm off to get ready for a surgery now, i just wanted to post it before this. if you need anything, i might take a bit to reply)

Can I please request a NSFW fic for Wakatsuki from kengan ashura? Reader is really frustrated that Wakatsuki is too gentle and basically afraid to touch you but you convince him to be rougher. Themes in the fic are size difference/ size difference kink and manhandling. If you don't feel like writing it you can ignore this.

Talking bodies.

Wakatsuki Takeshi x Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend try something new.

*AFAB body reader, no pronouns mentioned

⚠️18+ CONTENT / SMUT / NSFW ⚠️

Warnings: established relationship, swearing, size difference, manhandling, fingering, screaming

Word count: ~3.3k

A/N: this ask? absolute perfection ♥️ really really hope this is worth it bc im clearly BAD AT TIME MANAGEMENT 🤦‍♀️ I SO HOPE THIS WAS WORTH THE WAIT AHHH!! ♥️ gonna be going thru my requests and pumping out more soon! many will probably be more like 1k ish so there isn’t a ridiculous wait again c: enjoy ☺️

Masterlist

Takeshi fucks you slowly and gently, the two of you ending your day with sex as per usual.

The way his cock slides in and out of you with ease, your walls squeezing him to welcome him in and keep him there. His tip lightly grazes against your g-spot, teasing and tempting you beyond your limits. Your body painfully aching for him to go faster, deeper. Which of course he never does.

The sex is amazing, you’re not saying it’s not. His touch is electrifying, his kisses lift you straight up to cloud nine and he takes such good care of you.

But there’s just one problem.

You feel guilty saying it, but you have to be honest.

It’s boring.

It’s been boring for a while. Every time you have sex it’s the same as last time. And the time before that, and the time before that. The same careful positions, the same cautious speed, the same shallow depth.

He’s tender to the point that it’s gotten flat out annoying. The way his hands roam your body with the slightest touch, the way his hips catch themselves before being able to thrust to their true strength. You’ve never even felt his cock all the way inside you, Takeshi always stopping himself from going any deeper than his anxiety allows.

He’s too cautious. Too careful, and too gentle.

Of course you understand why. There’s been plenty of times he’s accidentally broken jars, dishes and trinkets around the house all without him using his full strength. Even though you always laugh, it leaves him frustrated and disappointed in himself. And because of that, he doesn’t even want to think about how much he could hurt you.

The thought of him pounding into you with such force that the entire bed shakes makes you tremble. Your knees weaken thinking about him shoving your face into the pillows, muffling your screams as his balls slap against you with all their might. Pussy sore and overstimulated, yet begging for more. 

You don’t know how you’ll convince him, but the two of you definitely need to ‘spice things up’ so to speak. And with him on top of you, you look up at him with a heavy sigh, the pleasure you’re feeling turning into frustration and making you reach your limit.

“Baby..” you whisper, cradling your man’s head in your hands and making sure he opens his lids to make eye contact with you.

“I need you to stop.”

Feeling like he just got the wind kicked out of him, Takeshi’s face drops. His movements come to a screeching halt, and now running off of pure anxiety he pulls out immediately. He was so lost in pleasure, he doesn’t even know what he did. His heart instantly sinks, twisting and turning along with his stomach. 

“What is it?” He questions, body anxiously shuddering as his eyes dart between yours.

“I just want to talk, that’s all.” You whisper gently, rubbing his cheek lovingly with your thumb, hoping both that and your tone will help ease his worries. Adjusting yourself so you’re sitting up more, Takeshi jumps off of you towards the end of the bed, distancing his body from yours as his muscles and veins spasm from the stress.

“I absolutely love it when we have sex.” You state bluntly and proudly, accompanied by a beaming smile and utter love in your eyes. You shuffle towards him again to close the space between you two and show him he doesn’t need to leave you, and that you don’t want him to. Even though your words and coming closer make him relieved, he can’t get his heart to stop racing.

“I do too.” He chuckles softly and smiles back.

You grab onto his hands, slowly playing with each of his fingers one by one as you continue.

“You’re an amazing lover” you begin to gush.

“You’re so generous and caring, I can’t even begin to tell you how good you make me feel.” You explain to him as the wetness between your thighs refuses to go away, only growing the more you think about him throwing you onto the bed and doing anything he wants to you.

“But, lately, I've been in the mood for.. something different.”

He creases his brows, unsure, but willing to entertain your question.

“What do you mean?”

You take in a deep breath, the passion of your request coming from the bottom of your lungs. You can’t help but blurt out your feelings, your body aching to be used for every single one of his rough desires which you know he has.

“Fuck me harder!” you nearly scream, even tempted to throw your hands on his shoulders and shake him so he gets your point crystal clear.

Takeshi wasn’t exactly expecting those words to be the ones to leave your mouth, and he widens his eyes, completely stunned and definitely taken aback. But before he can speak, you continue.

“I want you to fuck me harder, okay? I need you to fuck me harder, i’ve been wanting this for so long and I can’t handle it anymore!” 

Takeshi lets out a deep sigh. Yes, this is something that you’ve brought up before, but he was so insistent on shutting it down he refused to hear anything else you had to say, convinced he’d hurt you.

“(Y/n), you know I can’t.” He says quietly before continuing.

“I can’t hurt you, and I won’t hurt you. I love you too much.”

“Baby, please!” You interrupt, stars and tears in your eyes as you desperately plead with your man. Shimmying even closer to him you let go of his fingers and place both your hands on his thighs, slowly moving them up as you feel him groan lowly and tense from your touch.

“You’re so so big, in every way. And so strong, in every way.” You moan, slowly dragging your hands further up his thighs. Before you go anywhere near his cock you skip over his groin area completely, instead grabbing onto his shoulders and massaging them.

“The stamina you have, the incredible POWER you have, baby I want to feel it all!”

You leap on top of him and push him down onto the mattress, legs straddling his waist where his cock is painfully hard from both your words and touch. The idea bounces back and forth in his mind, but he’s not able to shake his worry.

”You know I want to (Y/n), but I just can’t-“

Before he can say anything else you stop him by thrusting your lips eagerly against his. You both moan into the kiss, and every time he opens his mouth to make another argument you cut him off by shoving your tongue inside.

“I’ll be fine baby, I promise!” You whine needily breaking the kiss, sitting up so you’re able to once again run your hands down his chest. Shimmying down you lick your lips and place your hand on his cock, sliding your fingertips up and down his length before gently wrapping your fist around his tip.

Although he groans at your passionate touch he continues his case only out of pure love and safety for you. He always wants to give you pleasure anyway he can, but he can just picture something bad happening. His stomach churns at the thought of hurting you, and he could never forgive himself if he did.

“You just need to relax, okay? I promise i’ll be fine, I trust you.” You plead gentler, softening your tone and gently pumping your fist up and down. You can see the wheels turning in his head, debating whether or not this is a good idea.

”We’ll do a safe word and everything!”

He chuckles at your spirited suggestion, but admittedly does take it into consideration.

”A safe word? Like what?”

”We’ll do ‘Peaches’ obviously, it’s a classic!”

Letting out another chuckle, he starts another protest before being interrupted by you once again.

”I trust you baby, okay? Stop worrying and just be here in this moment with me. If anything happens I’ll say ‘peaches’ and we’ll stop right away.”

Unfortunately for him you’re pretty good at persuading him, and your puppy dog eyes sure don’t help. Letting his walls of anxiety break down the thoughts now replace themselves with images of him pounding you senseless, engaging in a night that the two of you haven’t before. He’s willing to give it a try, so long as you’re okay with it.

”Are you sure this is what you want?”

You can’t help but gasp at the fact you may just have convinced him, so ecstatic you can’t control yourself.

”Yes! Yes! Yes!” You exclaim and nod your head wildly.

Takeshi still has some reservations, just being the natural worrier that he is. But seeing you so happy and excited, he’s willing to give it a try.

You kiss him with all the passion you can muster, and just as it grows heavier with your teeth crashing together he hugs your body tightly and rolls you to the side so once again he’s on top of you.

”(Y/n), you’re really sure about this?” 

You can’t help but smile at the newfound lust and excitement in his eyes. It’s a look you’ve never quite seen before. Timidness turning into boldness, fear turning into desire. Realizing he’s free to have his way with you, perverted thoughts blossom in his mind, ones he’s only dreamed of.

“Yes baby, I’m sure.”

He leans down to kiss you, this one unlike any you’ve had. It’s fierce, determined. Smashing your lips against each other you gasp as he shoves his tongue into your mouth, dominating your cavern. Twisting and mixing together, he breaks the kiss with a long line of saliva connecting you two.

With the both of you still searching for air from the make out, he sits up and with his strong hands forces your legs open. Staring at your dripping pussy, a loud squelching noise emits as your lips spread. Keeping his left hand secure against your thigh he lets his right hand fall down, the pad of his pointer finger teasing your hole and collecting your juices.

”You’re still sure this is what you want?”

You can’t help but scoff and roll your eyes, having thought this matter was settled.

”How many times do I have to tell you? Yes, this is what I want! Yes yes!” you have to insist once again.

Before you explain again for the thousandth time how much you want this he shoves both his pointer and middle finger inside you, ramming them inside your pussy and finding your g-spot immediately.

”Oh, God! Takeshi, baby!”

Your moans come out more guttural than you’d like, but he’s never touched you like this before. To feel his digits move faster and deeper inside you than ever before, you grow even more lustful thinking about his cock. The pads of his fingers push against your g-spot instead of grazing it like before, your wetness covering his fingers and pooling over his knuckles.

Your mouth is stuck open as you concentrate on the ceiling fan, afraid you’ll spook him if you look anywhere else.

But just as you grip the sheets Takeshi’s fingers vanish from inside you, leaving you alone with only your pussy’s intense craving for him. Looking down you’re only able to see your man for a second before being grabbed and thrown onto your stomach. You let out a mixture of a yelp and a laugh as he gets off the bed and pulls on your legs so your body slides down to the end of the mattress. The anxiety he feels slowly turns to excitement, waiting patiently for his worries to subside.

Standing behind your bent-over body he grabs onto your cheeks and spreads them, groaning as he reveals your exposed pussy below. Now realizing the moment’s upon him, Takeshi takes a moment to calm his nerves.

“Remember to breathe.” he tells you, also reminding himself.

You know he’s just being safe, and it’s adorable. But now’s not the time.

”I’m ready!” you insist, shaking your ass in his hands.

Chuckling, Takeshi grabs onto his cock, pumping a few times before lining up his tip with your pussy. You grow even more restless feeling his head start to spread your hole, and in one smooth movement, Takeshi shoves himself inside you.

It’s like the wind’s been knocked out of you, now able to feel every inch of his cock totally inside you. His length has you stretched farther than ever before, and your walls spasm against him as they adjust to his full size. You didn’t think you could feel so whole, so complete.

”You okay?”

Your lack of response makes him nervous, but God you’re amazing. The way he’s filling you up, it’s like you’re about to burst. It feels like his cock has pushed its way into your chest, your entire body swallowing him whole. It’s overpowering, finally feeling him entirely inside you. You feel Takeshi with every fiber of your being, and you want more.

”Y-yes!” you manage to get out, panting through a chorus of high pitched moans.

”I’m gonna keep going now, okay?”

Nodding your head, you brace yourself.

Backing out and thrusting inside again you let out a deep gasp at the same time as him, the two of you lost in this newfound pleasure. As he thrusts once again, this time faster, you feel the fireworks start to set off in your belly as he gains the courage to continue.

You moan uncontrollably and grab onto the sheets with a death grip realizing that he’s definitely going faster. Your body only begins to feel hotter as the pace he sets quickens by the second, gravel-like groans coming from the bottom of his throat each time he comes back inside you.

”Sure you’re okay?” he’s able to grunt between thrusts.

You can’t even think of the words to say as you’re taken over with pleasure. It’s like your entire body has shut down, completely taken over by Takeshi’s cock. But managing to nod your head and let out a loud pornographic moan, he chuckles heartily and takes that as a definite yes.

Suddenly he stops, keeping himself inside you while staying completely still.

He moves his hands to your hips, gripping so hard his veins flex all throughout his forearms. You can barely contain yourself thinking about him handling you in any way he pleases, willing to let him throw you around to his heart’s content. Keeping his grasp on your flesh, he pushes you forward slightly so the tip of his cock nearly pops out of you.

Just as you’re about to protest, thinking he’s stopping, he starts slamming into you with all the force he has. He feels trust in your safety, and knowing you have a safe word and a plan in place brings him ease. Letting his worries melt away with each buck of his hips, he surrenders himself to the roughest pleasures he’s ever dreamed of.

“Fuck, (y/n)”

To feel all of his strength is intoxicating, your g-spot sending a burst of energy through your veins each time he crashes into it. The depth he’s going it’s as if he’s so big he could come out your throat, leaving it filled with the combination of his cock and your moans. 

Each time your pelvises meet Takeshi lets out an animalistic groan, regretting not doing this sooner. Your pussy has a firm hold around his cock, your walls securely gripping his length, feeling each vein and inch of skin. He relishes in the way you’re squeezing him so tight, feeling the way your body is begging for his cock.

”fuck baby, fuck yes!”

The faster he goes the more you need to gasp for air, desperately needing to breathe between your collection of moans. You’ve never been prouder of your persuasion skills than now, encouraging Takeshi’s movement by unleashing more wetness around him, your juices soaking his pubic hair.

Taking himself out of you he picks you up and flips you onto your back, once again pulling your legs to the edge. With your ass cheeks spilling over the side, you adjust and feel the wet lake the two of you have left between your thighs. 

Grabbing your ankles he holds your legs high in the air, resting them against his shoulders. You moan simultaneously as he comes back inside you, where he belongs. Your pussy stretches as you adjust to his size once again, Takeshi pushing his cock entirely inside your hole and bottoming out.

You’re a beautiful sight to see. Hair stuck up everywhere, sweat glistening across your boobs and body as tears spill from the corner of your eyes. With the everlasting lust in your eyes as you stare up at him, he bucks his hips and thrusts into you with pure strength. The satisfying slap of his balls hitting you along with his pubic hair burying itself within yours fills you with bliss, engulfing every inch of his cock.

”God yes! Yes, yes!” You screech breathlessly, voice trembling as you switch to squeezing your eyes shut. With the firm hold he has on your legs and the force of his thrusts you slide up and down on the sheets, making you desperately try to grip onto them and wrap the fabric around the tips of your fingers.

His cock slips in and out of you at an unbelievable pace, his stallion-like stamina bringing you round after round of pleasure as he continues to fuck you. 

With his thrusts seemingly growing more powerful your screeches turn to full screams, never having felt this kind of pleasure before. Never even being able to imagine a night filled with such animalistic sex could make you feel so satisfied and loved. You look up to admire him and see a facial expression you only see when he’s fighting. Utter determination and concentration, forehead scrunched and jaw tense as deep groans escape through his gritted teeth.

The heat, the desire, the passion. It all becomes too much as stars fill your vision, that familiar rush pulsing through your pussy and revealing itself through your silky cum. Fireworks explode in your pelvis, velvety walls spasming around Takeshi’s cock in an arrhythmic song.

“I’m c-cumming! Holy shit I-I’m cumming!”

Feeling you cum around him harder than you ever have, Takeshi isn’t able to control himself and follows along right behind you. You can feel his thick ropes of cum shoot inside you, semen consuming you and overflowing onto the mattress below. Your whole body feels the heat of your orgasm and your pussy trembles from the warmth.

Everything becomes still as the both of you calm down, your pussy overstimulated as he takes himself out of you. Feeling the lust in the air settle, the ceiling fan’s whirring fills the room again instead of your lewd moans. The two of you pant at the same time, desperately trying to catch your breath after the strenuous workout. As Takeshi lets go of your legs, you realize they’ve fallen asleep and can feel pins and needles bubbling throughout them.

He gently sets your feet on the ground, moving himself from between your legs. Your head is in the clouds, lost in a trance interrupted only by Takeshi picking you up and bringing the two of you back to the top of the mattress, settling you into his side while he lies on his back and puts his arm behind his neck..

Despite the fact you’re overwhelmingly hot and sweaty you accept his invitation and cuddle into his side, resting your head on his chest and your hand on his abdomen. You listen to the comforting thumping of his heartbeat, and just as you’re about to tell your wonderful man how much you love him, he speaks first.

“Want to go again?”

Survival. IX

Summary: You were determined to survive longer than anyone, even if you were set to marry him.

Genre: Historical AU, angst, mature, suggestive, arranged-marriage

Warnings: Dark themes, gore, graphic imagery, theme/depictions of horror, body horror, swearing/language, suggestive, mentions of suicide, arguments, mentions of adult murder, Pet name (Little Flower 1-2x) implied Stockholm Syndrome, grief imagery, images/depictions of dead bodies, child death/murder, character death(s), slight misogynistic themes (if you squint)

Word Count: 3.4k

JJK Mlist•Taglist Rules• • Pt.I • Pt. II • Pt. III • Pt. IV • Pt. V • Pt. VI • Pt.VII • Pt. VIII • Pt. IX • Pt. X • Epilogue

You remembered the most content morning you had ever had. It was a relatively beautiful and tranquil day in the garden. The sky was clear, and the sun was beaming brightly, yet the weather was pleasant. It was the most satisfying day you had ever had within the temple.

It was also the day your twins spoke their first word.

You had been spending quality time with your twins, your attendant joining the activities as you both basked in their childish nature. She had grown as close as family and acted like an aunt to your kids, and if you were being honest, she felt like a sister to you in some sense. You truly appreciated her company and assistance throughout the time you had known her— especially when sharing this memorable moment.

It felt like it was out of a dream when the word effortlessly slipped from your daughter’s mouth. Moments ago, she was a child who only knew how to babble, laugh, and cry, but now she was a little girl capable of speaking. And if your daughter hadn’t surprised you enough, your son letting the same word slip next had left you paralyzed with shock.

“Mama.”

Yes, it was a standard word for a child to speak first other than Dada or Papa— a cliché, as most would say, but that was the last thing on your mind. To hear your child acknowledge you for the first time and know they recognize you as their mother was a pleasure that could not compare to the joys of sex, alcohol, or money– it is a pleasantry of its own. You swore you would do anything to hear them call you their "Mama" for as long as possible.

And if anyone took that away from you, they would be damned to hell.

The screams of a woman echoed through the temple. The shrieks were ear-splitting and could cause anybody's ears to bleed upon walking into the hearing radius. You could only listen as the screams continued, the sound muffling out as your ears began to ring again.

Why was she screaming? The woman in question should have been thrilled that your children were deceased– they would have been a threat to her. She was probably trying to win Sukuna's favor in some fucked up way. The bitch had no right to grieve in your presence nor in solitude. You had every want to strangle her soundless; however, something stopped you from that impulse.

Your throat began to burn.

At that moment, you realized the screams of grief and agony were those of your own. Nobody was present in that room, just you and Sukuna, as your cries echoed in the room and nearby halls. You were blinded by your own tears as you stared at the now-blurry image of your twin's hanging corpses, choking on your own sobs as you collapsed to the ground, holding your midriff with the painful thought that the life you had cultivated within you for nine months and raised for six years was now reduced to carcasses hanging from a wall.

Your blessings had been snatched from you, from right under your nose.

You should have known things would have not been so simple. You should have never let your guard down for even a second. This was your punishment for being so blissfully ignorant when you should have analyzed all the possible faults in your plan and anticipated any threats that remained to perform a clean escape.

You stood on weak legs, shuffling to the wall that was covered in blood. In your mind, you always thought that the blankness of those walls would drive you mad– you never anticipated that the splash of color would be the thing that forced you to insanity. The crimson dripping down the wall proved you wrong.

Your hands shook as your fingers hovered over the pins that were holding your children in place, flinching back as you swallowed the bile rising up your throat before reaching for one of the pins again. You made an attempt to hold back your sobs but with little success. Huffs, spittles, and gurgles continued to resonate from you as you held back your cries– you looked pathetic.

Your hands felt weak as you pulled the pin, the audible squelching sound of the flesh rubbing against the item sickening you to the core, yet you persisted. You pulled the lower pins that you could reach from your son and daughter, tears gushing out of your eyes as you did so. No torture was as great as this, especially when you went to reach the higher ones. You stood on your toes, stretching for the pins that were sunk into your twin's hands, but it was futile. Under normal circumstances, you could have reached that high; you would have improvised a way to do it, but your mind was numb, and your body felt weak.

"Help me," you choked as you continued to reach.

The only response you got was silence.

"Please," you weakly whispered, "Please, help me."

Silence lingered again, but before you could plea a second time– your husband spoke.

"Why?"

You paused in your movement, your breath hitching as the simple word echoed in your head.

"Why?" you repeated, bewilderment found in your whisper, "Why?"

Your head slowly turned to look over your shoulder, your eyes gleaming with fury as you looked at Sukuna.

"I'll tell you why," you seethed, "For eight years, I have lived in this temple with you and your sickened whores and bastards– lived in your residence with little to no complaint. I have endured everything bestowed upon me and have managed to keep my spine straight with my head held high– and when in your presence, I have given you nothing but the lowest bows of respect despite the falsities of that action; I sacrificed my pride!" you paused to breathe before continuing, "I bore you children and dealt the blunt trauma of my impossible pregnancy and labor without complaint or ask of favor because you and I both know I would have gladly died in the process. In my life here, I have asked you for ONE SINGULAR FAVOR that would benefit both of us!"

Another pause as you caught your breath.

"The very least you could do," your voice shook with exasperation, "is grant me this one selfish wish."

"Do you understand the line you are crossing, Little Flower," Sukuna threatened as he took a few steps forward.

"Well aware," you answered without hesitation, "but at least if you killed me now, I would reunite with my children and be rid of you," you grinned mockingly at your partner.

You watched as the menacing man raised a hand, keeping eye contact with you as he did so. Normally you would have feared that this was the end of the line, but that was before your worst nightmare had already came true. Some part of you wished that he would hit you, hoping that once he did, he would snap you out of what you hoped what was an illusion of some sort, a night terror, a cursed technique, possibly a hallucination— all three were very much possibilities, but deep down you knew you were in denial, however, you did not want to accept it.

The slap never came.

Instead, your companion reached his arm above you, removing the pins that held your twins hostage against the wall. Sukuna took his time, clearly in no rush, leaving you antsy as you began to wriggle in impatience. You just wanted to hold them and look upon their innocent face. Maybe they were not dead, maybe there was still a breath of life in them, and you could somehow convince your husband to use his curse reversal technique on them due to the terms of your contract.

Maybe, just maybe…

Once the last pins restraining your children were removed, you were quick to cradle your twins, holding them close to your chest as more sobs escaped from your quivering lips. Your fingers lightly touched their skin as you caressed their faces with motherly gentleness. After moments, your cries subsided into a quiet lament as you continued to hold your little boy and girl.

You would have done anything to prevent this fate.

"Mama..." a voice spoke, but excessively strained and quiet.

You jumped up to see your little boy's eyes open no more than a slit. Without hesitation, you rushed to grab his face, babbling words of encouragement for him to stay awake. You were eager as you prepared to attempt to perform reverse cursed technique, but before you could, another strained voice sounded.

"Ma-Mama."

You panicked once more, moving to face your daughter as her condition was nearly the same. You were torn on what to do and had almost turned to Sukuna for his assistance, but it was useless. As quickly as those words were spoken were as fast as they faded back into eternal sleep.

What was this? You had to ask again, but what had you done to deserve this? To be worthy of this torture? Was there not a more deserving candidate for this cruelty you were enduring? Had you just been born to be cursed like this?

Questions raveled your mind, and thoughts ate at you alive– you were beginning to spiral. Your voice, along with many of the other voices from your past, flooded your head, screaming at you all at once as the memories began to invade your consciousness. Your head was starting to hurt from lingering in your mind, far away from reality. If anyone were to look upon your form, you would seem like the hollow husk of a woman based on how you sat there unmoving and totally silent as you stared blankly at the bloody wall– it seemed like you were looking through it like a piece of glass, that is how lost you were, until...

Everything went silent.

The voices in your head had settled, and all you could hear was Sukuna's breathing and your own echoing throughout the room. It was eerily quiet as the two of you remained.

"Their first words were their last."

You spoke without thought; the words had just slipped as you turned back to the father of your children, being met with his expressionless stare. You did not expect a response, but you could tell by the look in his eyes that he was no happier about this situation than you were; however, Sukuna was not grieving like you were. Your reasons for your dour moods were different, but that did not matter– you both were upset about what occurred.

As you held your husband's stare, it was almost as if you had some sort of understanding with one another, communicating without speaking before turning your attention back to your twins. With caution, you gently lifted your children into your arms, slowly standing as you managed to balance their limp bodies in your hold as you walked toward the door.

Your feet moved without command as you walked through the corridor, Sukuna walking at your side as you ventured in silence. The experience was almost that of your arrival at the temple– all eyes were on you; however, there were no whispers of gossip or vial comments and disgusting displays of arousal as you departed. The tension radiating from your aura was too great for such ill manners to be publicly displayed.

You had no clue where you were going and were hardly thinking about it. Your mind was void of consciousness as you reached the grand doors of the temple, stepping out into the cool night air. A part of you wishes you could have enjoyed it, to relish your first time outside the temple walls since your marriage, but the feeling was bitter and dull, especially as you looked upon the lights illuminating from your village.

Trekking through the terrain, you watched the lights grow brighter and more prominent, similar to the unknown feeling festering in your chest. You could hear their voices, their chanting of uprising as you approached the crowd, stopping just at the border of your village. One of the village elders was the first to notice you and Sukuna's approaching figures before ceasing the noise, focusing on your arrival.

"Y/n L/n, you have finally come home. Your family will be happy to know that you have finally returned," pausing to look at Sukuna before bringing his attention back to you, "It was wise of this monster to return you as requested. Come now child, we shall reunite you with your family."

You could hear him speak and understand his meaning and indirect stab at Sukuna's pride, but the words flowed from one ear to the other as your body remained rooted at the barrier.

"Come now, child, you are free!" the elder insisted as he motioned to you, confused and seemingly irritated at your lack of response.

"No."

The word slipped out seamlessly as you blankly stared at the man, watching his expression turn into shock.

"What do you mean, 'No'?"

"It means what I said," you simply responded before continuing, "Why would I come back to a home that sent me away like a lamb to the slaughter. You presented me like a slab of meat to the man you call a monster as if he were some valued patron, but suddenly, I have become worthy of retrieval after how many years? Why is that?"

"You ungrateful woman! We have pursued you for some time due to your parents' request. They paid handsomely to bring you back home, paid enough to fund our cause."

"And what cause was that?!" you retaliated.

"To kill that vile creature who stole you from us, my dear daughter!"

"...Mother," you whispered to yourself as your mom came into view, your father following her as they made their presence known.

"But it seems his influence has already tainted your mind," your mother spoke with a solemn look in her eyes, "But we can fix that if you just come home." the woman persisted as she held her arms out for a welcoming embrace.

Her comfort was tempting, but there was a lingering feeling of hesitance the longer you looked at the picture. This was something you wished for a long time, to be welcomed home with open arms, but the dream seemed stale as you stood there unmoving.

"Then why were harmless children slaughtered in his place?" you questioned.

"Harmless?" your parents uttered, baffled by your statement, "Those children were born to become monsters along with their father! They were far from harmless! That is why we had to cut them out of the picture!" your father yelled.

"...You did it?" you softly asked.

You could see your father's mouth open before closing, moving his gaze from your eyes to the motionless bodies in your arms. The disgusted faces your parents held were replaced with one of bewilderment and fear. They could finally understand your reluctance.

"Y/n..."

"They were harmless..." you started in a mutter, "They were not monsters! They were innocent! And you accused them of crimes they have never committed!"

"With their upbringing, it would have been inevitable! They were their father's children, after all!" the village elder interrupted, disdain laced in his voice.

"They were not guilty of Sukuna's crimes! They were innocent children!" you voiced, outraged with the small-minded thinking.

You looked to your parents for support but were only met by them avoiding your stare. They believed their actions were reasonable and considered them valid. You were not the one who was influenced... they were.

"Damn you all," you muttered, turning your back to the villagers.

"We did this for you to survive, Y/n! And here you are, well and alive. You kept your promise, so please come home!"

"Survived...survived..." Your chest heaved as you began to laugh hysterically. You placed your children down before rising, "Is this what survival is, just staying alive? Well, if that is the case, then yes, I have survived just like I promised, but with the cost of my life! I may have survived, but I will never live...not without them."

"There will be other opportunities to have children, my dear, with a far better suitor," your mother attempted to persuade, her arms still held open.

"Excuse me?"

That had done it.

"The man you practically sold me to was far from my first choice of significant other, but at least he managed to give my life some meaning, something to live for...and you took it from me, the last crowd of people I thought would do such a thing...how naive of me."

"Y/n, if we-"

"If you what?! Tell me, if you had known those children were mine, would you have spared them, given them mercy?"

No response.

"That's what I thought. You know I had hoped to come home with open arms, and shown by tonight, my wish came true; however, that was before I had the twins– the dream expanded to have all three of us welcomed with warmth...how pitifully optimistic of me."

"Y/n, I cannot tell you those events you hoped for would have come to fruition, but I can tell you this: you can start over, have a family you have always dreamed of... pure children."

Silence.

"They. Were. PURE!"

And just like that, the extent of that unusual feeling lingering in your chest had unleashed. The full extent of your furry had combusted in the form of your cursed energy and technique. Within the blink of an eye, what was once a bustling village full of chatter and laughter was now a blazing inferno filled with screams and cries.

You could see the fire, smell the blood, and hear their screams as they begged for mercy. They cried out for their children and loved ones whose bodies were now burning in the roaring flames, reduced to cinders and ashes. Those who threatened to charge were killed before they could make contact, their bodies contorting in ways the human form was incapable of, causing cries of pure agony as they were left to bleed out in their mangled state– they were retired to suffer in their pain as the life slowly drained out of them. If a suffering soul was fortunate, the fire would catch them aflame and kill them faster, or debris would land in a fatal spot or crush them whole to end their misery.

Viewing the demolished structures and flaming bodies, both dead and alive, was a petrifying view– yet you felt nothing. Your breath was methodical, your expression blank, your body unmoving. Pity and remorse were thrown out the window– fear and anguish had long vanished; however, anger and resentment lingered like a tiny flickering flame that continued to grow with each crumble and cry that could be heard.

Although your exterior appearance seemed calm and collected, your heartbeat said otherwise as it accelerated, pounding against your chest so hard you could eventually drown out the hollers of distress with its rapid thumping.

They were now suffering the pain and torture you had suffered for years to its full extent...

Unlike you, it was the kind of punishment they deserved.

You allowed yourself to view the sight for a few seconds longer before picking up your son and daughter, balancing them in your embrace again, and turning your back towards the village. You began to walk toward the temple, knowing better than to run off, but it was not like you had a reason to go anywhere else. There was no life for you. You were to remain by Sukuna's side until you died, and you were content with that.

"Y/n."

With all the heightened emotions and events that occurred only moments ago, you had forgotten Sukuna was there. The curse user had not muttered a word nor made a movement. He idly watched your wrath unfold, watched as you burnt your home to the ground.

You paused for a minute, looking blankly ahead as you thought of the past and reflected on your choices. Out of every action you committed, there was one you regretted most.

"I should have killed myself that morning, the morning after the ceremony. It would have saved me a lot of trouble and heartache."

With that, you walked off into the night, letting that thought of regret linger in your mind.

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can i get a uhhhhh smut where reader wont stop running from tojis dick and he has to manhandle them into being still :3 !!!

take it...real slow ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

☾₊‧⁺...cw : toji fushiguro x fem!reader, smut, penetrative sex, dirty talk, rough sex, husband!toji, toji being whipped for his wife, toji being super sweet but filthy at the time same, toji calls you 'ma' and 'mama'

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : i love love looove the 'don't run away from it' with toji, i have to fight the urge from including it in every single work of mine ❤︎ but have a little blurbie of toji being a big bully that loves his wife who swears she can take the dick as i try to get back into the flow of writing !!

f. toji knows it's big, he knows it so well. he takes him time to prep you each and every time, his thick fingers rubbing slow circles into your clit to build you pleasure, getting you nice and wet. he loves when you keen his name when he slips them inside. groaning when you gush on his fingers.

"fuck, baby, you're drippin'," he murmurs, mouthing at your neck. "all hot and sticky just for me? tsk...had you like this all day, yeah?" when you nod, he just chuckles, kissing right behind your ear. poor thing, having to work all day with your pretty cunt dripping like this. but he knew it was his fault, having woken you up with his mouth glued to your pussy. the feeling of his tongue running through your folds. but of course, he didn't let you cum, no, toji wanted you to be needy for him until you came home.

"you're doin' so good for me, mama. gonna be a good wifey for me and let me give you what you need?"

leaning over you, toji cages you in with his arms, waiting for you to focus on him. "look at me, doll," he gently commands. his hand cups your cheek, giving soft little slaps that have you giggling as you turn to nip at his fingers. "there she is," he so so sweetly coos at you, but that smirk he gives you is mean. "such a pretty little thing, aren't ya?"

pushing up one of your thighs, toji rubs the swollen head of his thick cock against your slick folds, teasing at your entrance. you look so pretty, so cute, all his...but he knows what's going to happen the second he presses into you, and the thought makes him throb. "jus' relax, mama, 'm gonna make it good for you," he hums, pushing his tip into your cunt.

as he pushes deeper, he leans closer to whisper to you, his breathe hot against your ear. "you gonna run from it again, baby? like you always do? or you gonna be good for me this time?" you swear up and down you don't run away, that you take it because you love it, glaring up at him but that defiant look is wiped off your face the instant he feels that you've completely relaxed, sliding aaaall the way in.

"tojiiiiii, y-you can't just push, mn, in like that...you're so mean!"

"mm...nuh uh," he teases, an almost evil grin on his face as you gaped at his childish response. toji can feel that you need him, he knows you just desperately need to be fucked into the mattress...so of course he's gonna give his pretty wife just what she needs.

his hands hold you in place as he thrusts into you with force, a predatory glint in his eyes as he coos your name. he just started and your eyes are already starting to roll back, crying out his name as thanks for finally, finally fucking you like you needed it. each time he pressed in you could feel his hot tip smushing against your cervix.

"always sayin' 'it's too much, it's too much,' but look at you," he mocks, not allowing you to wiggle up the bed and away from him. no, no, you need this, you need it so bad, the way your pussy is sucking him in, milking his cock. this was the best away to make you take it, to have you trapped under him unable to move away from his fat cock abusing your insides.

"nothin' 's too good for ya, mama, nah, you deserve every. fuckin'. inch."

even thought he's got you trapped like this, you still start to move, trying to angle your hips away from each hard thrust into you. "doll," he growls, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. he was actually starting to get sick of it...why wouldn't you be good and take it for him? did you need him to be mean?

"it's like you want me to fuckin' manhandle you t'' stay still. fuckin' slut needs her husband to treat her like a toy?"

one look into your eyes made toji snap. all he could see was that silent answer of 'yes' in your eyes.

"oh. oh. oh, you do, you do, don't you? yeah? ohhh, baby girl, you poor poor thing, just needed your big bad toji t' use you like a fleshlight," he groans, coming down to support himself on his forearms as he began to pound into your messy cunt, laughing breathlessly when you practically sobbed.

"'m not lettin' you run away, mama," toji grunts, his eyes squeezed shut. "mmph, i'm gonna pump this little pussy full of my cum, gonna mark up those insides. yeah, you want that? huh? ooh, i know ya do, pretty thing."

"h-hu-ooh, babyy," you whine, eyes barely focusing on his face. your hands are gripping his hair and you realize now you really can't move away. his subtle repositioning has your hips a little off the bed. he's so deep, he's stretching you do good, you don't know why you'd wanna run away from it, you really don't, it's just too good, you feel like your going to explode--

"look at you now, mama," he praises. "fuck, can't run from it anymore? c'mon, doll, i'm gonna teach you t' take it. mmh, not lettin' you run anymore, gonna teach this pussy t' take every thing i give t' it, baby girl, 'm done lettin' you get away from me."

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