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”Give me tough love.”

A/N: This is barely proofread. I’m just deranged and decided to write about masochistic Toji again🤘🏾

Content Warning: ‼️extreme breathplay, this shit is not for minors, smut, lowkey dry humping?, blood play and knives mentioned. Toji also calls reader Ma in this.

Nowadays Toji lives a quiet life. He does his job, tells Shiu to Fuck off whenever he pisses him off and comes home to you and Megumi, mostly healthy and happy. 

However, That doesn’t mean that Toji is a normal man now. 

You can see it whenever you and him play wrestle. The increasing rise and fall of his chest whenever you manage to pin him down. His hard erection that digs into your thigh as you sweat and cheer on your victory. Once, he tried to scream “Help!” to get you in trouble with the neighbors and you covered his mouth. He genuinely doesn’t think he could get any harder. 

So when he practically begs you to pinch his nose while you two makeout? 

“Please Ma, come on.”

“I promise ya’ won’t hurt me. It’ll feel amazing.” 

You oblige. 

The lightheadness he feels from the lack of oxygen and the heated messy kisses destroys him. The firm squeeze you put his nostrils in. Your tongue invading his mouth. The full control you have over his body. The spit and wheezes he can’t help but produce because he can’t breathe in anything but you. It’s more than enough to make him cum in his pants. When he comes back to reality and see the drools dripping down his chin, feels the heat radiating off his face, finally blessed with the permission to breathe, he smiles. He looks at you and see your dilated pupils and see how much you enjoyed it too. 

“Shit Ma, you’re somethin’ else.” 

Maybe he’ll try and convince you to use your kitchen knives on him next time. 

I really think Gojo believes any attention towards him is good.

The type who desperately craves attention. He’s in no way starved of it, but he’s a spoiled brat. The thought of someone not acknowledging him as he rightly deserves? That needs to be fixed. So, when you’ve been ignoring him for a couple of weeks because you couldn’t stand his shit. Of course, he’s gonna annoy you even harder. He’s gonna show up unexpected to your classes. He’s gonna make yours and his students be your human carrier pigeons. “Gojo says it’s a shame you won’t talk to him.” Fuck off

It’s not until he shows up on a date, one you had only told Shoko about, that you snap. You drag him outside and smash his head against the brick wall. You break his nose, probably bruised one of his pretty blue eyes, and cause a slit on his bottom lip. He feels the copper liquid flow from his swollen nasal passage. He can barely breathe with the blood filling his nose and his mouth. It drips down his pale chin and neck until it reaches his black luxury t shirt to create a wet spot. He doesn’t mind though.

He finally got your attention.

"I wanna feel you from the inside."

Summary: Poor Geto has been in rough shape recently. So, when he finally hobbles out of his dorm to hand you a neatly sealed letter, you get a little worried. What could he have possibly written?

Genre: Yandere!Geto x AFAB!Reader, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Pre-cult Geto, Dark Fic

CW: Smut, Pussy eating, Suguru uses the word "Cunt" to describe the reader's genitals, Descriptions of gore, cannibalism, mutilation, he's honestly going crazy in this, do not trust him.

A/N: It's crazy how I'm genuinely obsessed with this man, but have hardly posted anything about him. We're changing that today.

Dear Sweetness,

I’d usually greet you, but I’m impatient. I must speak with you. 

Sweetness…..

Sugar.

Hun.

Those type of nicknames suits you. 

You stick to the back of my throat like honey. You coat my tongue with sweet nothings as your taste invades my soft palate and drenches my uvula. You drip slowly to cover my throat so that you can infiltrate my stomach. Your overwhelming scent remains after I’ve digested you, coating my day with you. 

Speaking of my appetite, I had the most delicious dream about you. I’ll say clearly, it wasn’t sexual. I can feel your disappointment and confusion through the page. Would you have preferred me fantasizing about your cunt? Exposing my perverse desire to be enclosed between your legs as I suck and lick your most personal space? To talk about how I woke up begging, praying for it to be a reality. Imagine my unending suffering, debating on leaving my dorm so I could sneak into your room to make an actuality?

Maybe another time, when I’m feeling up to it.

Now, let’s get back to the point, shall we?

I dreamt we were excorsing a curse, As we always do. However, when I encased it and braced myself for that nauseating taste… The taste that deteriorates my body from the inside out. The taste of blood, guts, shit, and swallowed regrets. That taste is so vile that even my description doesn’t do it justice. Sorry, I got off track. Unexpectedly, I got a pleasant taste instead. Actually, pleasant wouldn’t begin to describe the taste. It was transcendent. The type of flavor that purifies even the most heinous tastes and desires. The taste of eating the body of a saint after you’ve been forced to fast on your journey with them. I closed my eyes to savor it and clamped my jaw to force it to stay, I heard a crunch. Then, a squish. I felt that oozing liquid pours onto my tastebuds and smelt that copper, almost fruity smell that couldn’t have been mistaken for anything else. I opened my eyes and saw that instead of eating the curse, I was eating you. I had bitten into your forearm, tearing the right arm of your custom uniform to shreds as sunk my canines into you. You didn’t even react. You just gave me a warm smile and ruffled my hair, as you always do. Dreams are said to be unconscious desires right? Your ID attempting to give you a message about the animalistic behaviors you’ve repressed. It’s a silly thing to bring up, but even nonsense can give one courage, no? I can wax as poetic as I want, and be as flowery as possible for a Jujutsu Soceror, however, I think a clear message will ring better.

I want you.

I want to gorge myself on you.

More than the fleeting touches we share. More than the sound of your voice when you greet Satoru and me. More than the arguments and reconciliations that we’ve had and will continue to engage in. More than devouring your cunt or having sex. I need to eat you. I want to kiss your soft lips and then take them between my teeth until plump flesh divorces from your face. Leaving blood leaking down your chin as your gums and bottom teeth get exposed to the elements. I want to rip off your tongue with my teeth and chew on it as I swallow and suck on your teeth like suckers. I’ll kiss your eyelids, feeling your lashes curve onto my chin. Once you open your eyes, I’ll scope them out with my fingers and slurp them down my throat. I’ll swirl my tongue around your empty sockets to get the scraps of your flavor. I’ll move down to masticate your lovely throat and reach your larynx. Your voice is always so soft and sweet. I wonder if your voicebox will melt once it hits the warmth of my tongue or if I’ll have to grind it against my teeth like tough taffy. My teeth will devour your respiratory system, stomach, and intestines. I wonder if I’ll be able to taste your stomach acids along with the partially digested food you’ve had during the day. I promise to save your heart for last. That rich dessert will envelop my mouth and free me of all other tastes and senses. 

I’m not sure if I intend to send this letter to you. In the case that I do, I’ll await your response. Only to a certain point though. A famine can only last for so long.

Forever your glutton,

Suguru Geto.

A/N: This is pure smut. Having a busy week so I decided to take out my frustration on my favorite dead beat❤️Not beta read at all, honestly probably very deranged 🤪

CW: neglect play, masochistic Toji, sub Toji, mean dom reader, breath play(wraps their leg around Toji’s throat, oral sex(receiving), degradation, humiliation, hair pulling, dumbification(? Barley lowkey) honestly this whole thing is just bullying Toji,

Quick note: Toji and reader are married in this, all consenting, these whores are very much in love, they just nasty, and there’s aftercare afterwards, I just ain’t write it but trust‼️ Also probably don’t do this lol

“Are you done yet, pig?” You scoffed as your pretty eyes rolled. You’re clearly busy trying to watch a movie and your pathetic, inconsiderate husband barges in like a neglected puppy. By this point, he’s already pulled down your fuzzy pjs down to the living room floor. Your thighs are covered in hickies and saliva. Gross.

“Don’t you have any shame?” You condescend him as you raise your brow. As usual, it’s one ear out the other with him. Toji doesn’t even look up from between your legs as he laps at your sex. his large back and hair begin to overtake the screen as he gets more into it. Underwear pushed to the side as he devours you like a last meal. Ignoring you to continue plowing through like a work horse. Drool and saliva drip down his chin and onto the pristine white sweater that you bought for him as he had basically no winter clothes. It’s leaves a wet spot that matches the undeniable, sticky one he’s given his sweats. Pervert.

“Hey.”

you grab him by his hair. He closes his eyes and hisses as you pull on his bangs to make him look at you. “Aw, that hurt? Good.” You response to his anguish. The cold metal of your wedding band makes a slight thud on his skull. The cool metal combined with the heat of pain and lust makes him dizzy. He feels your breath on his face and it overwhelms him. He can’t look at you, but he has to. He needs to. “I asked you a question. Didn’t you hear me?” Your brows furrow as you glare at him. He barely has time to think of a response when you continue speaking. “You didn’t did you?” tug

“Stupid”

tug

“as”

tug

“usual”

Tears threaten to leak from his eyes as you pull on his hair like a battered doll. Imagine his shock when the sting of his scalp ends, only to be replaced by the pressure of his throat being squeezed by your leg. “Since you’re not done, keep going. Clearly, you’re gonna be on your knees the whole night.”

God you’ll be the death of him. ❤️

Honestly, if Inumaki feels outta pocket and desperate enough, he’ll deadass use his curse speech

“Spit.” Got no other choice but to spit in his mouth and watch it drink it like water✌🏾❤️

Hating Gojo Satoru makes him 10x more obnoxious because you could spit on him and he’d not only catch it in his mouth, but swallow it too.