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kinktober • day two

kink: office sex

character: nanami kento

show : Jujutsu Kaisen

fic type: drabble ( wc: 1.2K)

content warning + themes: choking (he uses his tie), spit play, missionary, squirting, daddy’s used a couple times, infidelity, hint of toxic nanamin

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“K-Kent—I’m gonna come if you don’t stop! I’ll make a mess..ruin all of the newest reports.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong, sweetheart..but is that not the point? Besides..it’s nothing we can’t fix.”

the type of banter that one would ever expect to be partaken during such a sexy, intimate moment. It was a scene akin to something from a movie or a corny, cliche porno. Alas though, it was your reality..back pressed to the pinewood desk, legs hiked up midair and three fingers hooked inside of your cheek. Being thrashed around on the base of your boss’ cock. Sharp thrusts being fed to your fertile little cunt…making a mess would have been quite the understatement at this point. A blanket like sheath and strings of your creamy arousal dripping all over his shaft. Honestly, he was the only man who could ever invoke such a reaction from you.

“Tell me though, my dear?..Can he make you do this? Hmm..has that boyfriend of yours ever made you come like this? You’re so turned on right now…” it was a fact that CEO and your secret fling, Nanami Kento was quite proud of. Holding you up after hours, long after the remainder of the staff had dissipated and gone home. Using the guise of some ‘special assignment’ that he only entrusted in your hands to have you squirting all over him. “We—really shouldn’t be doing this!—ahh fuck! It’s so wrong.” The words flowed from your mouth yet they meant nothing. Not when your body was singing an entirely different tune. One where you were writhing underneath him and sloshing around in your own slick. Having ripped your top open, Kento glared vehemently as your ample breasts bounced around, crashing against each other. In truth, there was nothing your sorry ass excuse of a man..if he could even be called one, could do with you. A woman of your pedigree deserved nothing but the best in every single aspect, including dick. You had been employed here for three years and not once had he ever seen that asshole bringing you lunch or flowers. But rather, aggravation and headaches about some girl he had been messing around with or how he had taken your car whilst you were out working. It utterly repulsed him! So he was going to vet every bit of his frustrations by fucking you senseless..

“But it feels so…fucking right? Wouldn’t you agree, sweetheart? I mean, it surely seems like you do with the way you’re squeezing my dick.”

for all the days that he had watched you strut about throughout the office halls, wearing something far too revealing and rousing..all the nights he had dreamt of getting you alone and letting his tongue trail up your thighs as he teased that soaking center. Knowing the sheer anticipation alone had you turned on; waiting for him to peel back those panties and letting that sticky layer of arousal be exposed to the cool elements. Watching those nipples stiffen up as he pinched them between his fingertips…taking all of the time in the world to pleasure you. Which luckily came to fruition tonight. He had you panting like a little dog in heat, salivating and falling all over yourself..having already invoked one orgasm, he was hoping to produce so many, you’d barely be able to function. Wielding that dark tan tie that had cheetah print littering the material, Kento fastened the grip around his knuckles, tugging tighter as to slightly restrict your air. Being choked definitely turned you on more than you’d care to let on. Also, it would keep you reigned in, just in case you decided to run from the dick!..

“Tell the truth. He can’t get you this wet. Now can he? I’m the only one that can, right? This is the type of fucking you deserve, isn’t it?” Questioning with gentle coos as he slid a thumb between your lips to suckle on. Those innocent looking eyes glaring right up at him. Feeding you a soft slap to the cheek, Kento posed the question once more before ramming his cock deeper. “Y-yes, daddy.” Evoking a smirk and earning yourself a sloppy kiss as he placed a hand to the center of your stomach. “Thaaat’s my good girl. Now you just keep coming on this dick. That’s your only job right now, understand?” To which you’d nod, reassuring him you’d do as he said. Those quivering legs rested atop his shoulder blades, ankles laced with gentle pecks to assist in calming you down. When he’d notice your gaze starting to falter and your head falling backwards, Kento made haste in snatching it back up before hooking your jaws with two fingers.

“Hey, eyes up here, sweetheart. I didn’t give you permission to look away. Focus on this dick, nothing else.” Which was all but inevitable as that swollen appendage pounded into you. Hitting that sensitive core each time he thrusted in and out. A thick coat of pearlescent cream slathered over all that shaft, it was such a delectable sight. But Kento was a little greedy, egotistical if you will. He couldn’t let up until he saw you convulsing. Which wasn’t too far off base because once he hooked your jaw, you’d begin to pant as he sped up that heavy pounding. Not letting up until he felt that pussy tightening around him and clutching as if you didn’t want him to pull out..

“Kent!—I'm gonna come..”

“Ah..not yet. There’s one more thing I need.”

coiling your fingers together, Kento leaned down and gently brushed the top of your forehead before marking it with a kiss. “Tell me you love me..right now. Say it..” full and we’ll aware of the fact that you were already cheating but telling another man you loved him, only to turn around and be forced to go home and say it to your boyfriend was nothing more than a slap in the face. Even so, the immense pleasure and intensity of the moment had taken its toll on you so with his thumb caressing your cheek, you’d utter the fateful phrase:

“I love you, Kento.” Bringing a devious grin of sheer satisfaction to his face. With that, he’d prompt you to release and suddenly, a shower of sticky rain splattered his tan suit and blue button down that had been halfway undone. A sight he’d never grow tired of. Only to give you his load in return right after. You’d meet in a haze of passionate kisses to center you from those climatic highs. You’d stay like that for a few minutes; limbs entangled and lips crashing together…finally pulling away, you’d begin to chuckle, completely overtaken by bliss. Patting your asscheek with a gentle slap, he’d usher you up with his opposite hand to help you gather your bearings.

“Hey, let’s get out of here. The cleaning crew will be coming in a little while.” Informing you as he buttoned that shirt back up and fastened his pants. But whilst you were getting re-dressed, making the best attempt you could to make yourself look presentable and not as if you had just gotten ravaged by your boss, it was then that a familiar contact would appear across the screen of your iPhone..

Satoru 💍

you felt a sinking sensation in the out of your stomach, a combination of guilt and anxiety lingering but it didn’t matter. Because as far as you were concerned, the only man who could satisfy you was right here.

pairing: wolf!toji fushiguro x reader summary: wolfhybrid!toji, grumpy x sunshine again, animalistic behavior, bickering rheya’s note: man i couldn’t stop thinking about guard dog toji so it turned into a hybrid au! i can’t see him as anything but a wolf/dog tbh. anyways i will def be writing more for this au hehe <33

you’ve been hearing noises.

it sounds strange, but you’re sure that there is something lurking in the normally deserted alleyway next to your apartment. at first you brushed it off as people traveling through, but now you've noticed the sounds are constant—every night.

you’re eating dinner when you hear the sounds of scuffling, followed by the yowl of a cat and realize you’re probably dealing with a stray looking for food.

so after you finish your meal, you put a bit of leftover fish in an old plate you seldom use, and take it outside. when you peer into the dark alley you don’t see any cat—it’s empty and quiet. you do notice a few scrapes on the walls and a couple of trash bins overturned, which means there definitely was some animal here.

maybe it’ll come back, you think as you bend down and place the plate on the pavement. with one last backward glance at the deserted alleyway, you head inside and go to bed.

a fond smile stretches across your face when you notice the empty plate as you’re leaving for work the next morning.

it becomes a daily routine after that. every night before you go to bed you go out and leave a little plate of fish for the poor cat. and every morning you’re met with a licked clean plate.

even though you never do see the cat, you do feel a strange combination of accomplishment and affection for the poor thing. and your little routine runs smoothly for a couple weeks—you have no complaints.

and then one night, when you’re going to drop off your little ration of the day, you see him. despite being hunched in a corner, he looms infinitely large—heavy shoulders and muscles straining as they fill with tension at your presence. his eyes are strangely bright, crystalline jade narrowed into slits as they appraise you, teeth bared in feral anger. they snap and snarl at you in warning, and you freeze almost immediately.

he’s terrifying—in a strangely gorgeous way.

dark furry ears are pointed up straight, twitching with the sound of your movements, and a warning growl bounces over the walls.

you raise your hands, ignoring the tremble, the instinct to run. “i just…” you keep your voice low, choosing to lightly shake the little plate you have in your hand. green eyes dart over—another snarl, a flick of a tail.

you slowly crouch and place the plate onto the ground, before backing away—you’re not trying to get attacked by a clearly feral hybrid.

he snarls and growls until you are well out of sight.

when you’re back in the safety of your apartment you almost laugh, heart pounding with disbelief. you thought you’d been feeding a stray cat—but no, it’s a hybrid. a big one, predatory in all aspects. you couldn’t see much in the dark lighting of the alley but the ears looked distinctly canine—with the addition of the teeth, claws, and tail, you’re almost sure he is some kind of dog or wolf or whatever.

dangerous for sure.

sensibly, you should probably stop feeding him so he doesn’t stick around. but stupidly, you can’t help it.

the next night you leave another plate. he’s not there this time, but you leave it just in case he’s lurking.

the following night his green eyes remain narrowed on your figure as you return—still snarling as he watches you.

you’re not fazed.

(tell that to your racing heart.)

over the course of the next few weeks, you repeat this process, not really sure what you’re expecting. you suppose you should be grateful that he doesn’t growl as much anymore, seemingly becoming accustomed to your routine presence. it becomes clockwork, so much so that you can always expect him to be sitting in the alley, ears flicking at the sounds of your footsteps.

the plate has now been saved for his little nightly meals, something you don’t necessarily mind. you notice that he is always clad in the same tattered clothing, a dark shirt that is far too loose even on his large body—it is littered with dirt and holes and you wish it was easier to offer some more comfortable items to him.

but you’ve only just gotten him to stop viewing you as a threat; you’ll take it slow.

you don’t notice that he gradually waits closer and closer to where he knows you leave the plate, the distance diminishing in a display of semi trust.

you think that this is all you’ll really get from him. which is fine—you’d rather he remain silent and alive than dead from starvation in your alleyway.

he surprises you one night.

“no more fish.”

you pause in your tracks, a few measly centimeters away from putting the plate on the ground. your eyes dart upward to see him already staring at you, jade slits narrowed. his tail flicks lazily in the shadows. your voice is breathless when you ask, “w-what?”

“fish,” he repeats. “no more of it.”

his voice is a low rumble, deep in richness and timbre despite its evidence of not being used in a while. you glance down at the plate in confusion—he had eaten it all for these few weeks?

he reaches for the plate, digging into the fish with practiced ease. you watch his canines dig into the flesh and tear away like it’s mere paper.

(should you be scared that the fish could also be your throat?)

“you uh—” you clear you throat, staring at him. “you don’t like fish?”

“i can survive off it,” he spits out in between bites—his pupils find yours. “but it’s not great.”

you don’t know why you’re so eager to make him happy. “then what would you like to eat?”

he quirks a brow at the enthusiasm, but answers gruffly. “meat. real meat.” he pauses to run his tongue over his lips, satiated—you can see a scar cutting over them. “like lamb. or beef. i don’t care really.”

“i can do that!” you’re seriously embarrassed at how keen you are, but the progress you’re making excites you. “i should’ve considered what you’d naturally like to eat. you’re a…?”

“wolf,” he grunts, still focused on his meal.

“right.” you nod, grateful to have confirmed the species. “makes sense you’d prefer real meat.”

he doesn’t answer. you don’t mind.

“then i’ll get you something different tomorrow.” you turn to leave. once again he doesn’t answer, but you can feel his eyes boring holes into your back.

you don’t tell the wolf hybrid that you stayed up researching his species just to figure out what he’d like. you just place the plate down the next night, hoping that it is enough to make him feel a little more comfortable with you.

(you’re sure he could kill you with just one bite, but you try not to think about that.)

the wolf watches you present the plate of lamb meat, some pieces cooked and some raw—his tail slowly thumps against the ground.

“i um…know that wolves like deer and stuff, but getting deer meat nearby is a little difficult. i can probably go find some places over the weekend,” you say hesitantly, watching his expression. he reaches a large palm out, claws tugging the plate closer, and digs in. you’re not sure about the taste, but you can see the rise in enthusiasm as he gobbles the meat down—a smile twitches at your lips.

“it’s fine,” he mumbles in return. “deer’s expensive. i like lamb and chicken. beef too.”

you nod, surprised at the consideration for the money you’re spending.

“do…do you prefer it raw or cooked?” you wait for him to click his tongue or indicate he’s getting annoyed by your presence, but he’s feeling forthcoming tonight.

“either’s fine.” he licks up the pinkish liquid that has dripped down his chin while biting into the raw pieces. “i’m used to raw meat.”

you nod, slowly taking a seat on the pavement. his eyes flicker up to watch what you’re doing, but he doesn’t protest. he just picks up another piece of lamb and takes a bite.

“you cook this?” he grunts, waving one of the cooked pieces. you grimace, nodding sheepishly.

“yeah. i wasn't sure if you'd like raw meat or cooked so i brought both. i can just bring raw pieces from now on.”

he peers at the cooked meat in between his claws, before shaking his head gruffly. “it’s pretty good.”

“the cooked meat?” you ask in surprise. he nods.

“yeah. tastes good.”

you can’t help the grin that stretches across your face.

“the fuck are you smilin’ about?” he narrows his eyes at you, ears pointing upright. you drop the smile hastily, shaking your head with a start.

“nothing!”

he snorts, continuing to eat. you watch him do so, strangely content. he doesn’t comment on how you’re seemingly inspecting him, eyes unblinking. he keeps his mouth shut because the taste of meat is heavy on his tongue, and at this point you’re a godsend to an animal like him.

so if you want to observe him like he’s in a fucking zoo, he’s fine with that.

you do have horrible survival instincts though. he wonders why on earth you seem so comfortable around a predator like him, especially a species that is so known to be violent. you’re just sitting there, a mere five feet away, watching him tear into raw meat with stars in your eyes.

(he could tear you apart in a second if he wanted to.)

he doesn’t leave a morsel on the plate, and you give him that same silly smile again.

“i have a little bit more cooked lamb leftover if you want?” you question him, and his eyes lazily roam over you. he thinks about telling you that he could devour meat for much longer if the supply was endless, but instead he huffs.

“did you eat?”

you blink. “me?”

“yeah you,” he replies harshly, rolling his eyes. “did you eat?”

you awkwardly scratch at your arm. “not yet. i was gonna eat some instant noodles later.”

“why the fuck are you worried about a stray like me then?” he snarls, crossing his arms—you’re so fucking naive. “go eat the cooked lamb and worry about yourself, for fuck’s sake.”

while his harsh tone would’ve definitely scared you on day one, this time, you feel more ticked off than afraid.

“i’m a grown ass adult. don’t tell me what to do. if i wanna worry about the noisy stray in my alleyway, i’ll do that,” you shoot back indignantly, mirroring his crossed arms.

the wolf’s demeanor changes, hackles rising. his ears go erect, straight and tense with frustration. he bares his teeth at you, a warning growl coming through them. “lot of talk for someone so damn tiny,” he barks. “don’t you have any self preservation instincts? i could just fucking eat you instead.”

you go a little slack jawed at that, a flicker of hesitation, but then you retort. “maybe, but i bet humans don’t taste as good as lamb or deer!”

“i’ll make do,” he growls back, canines pulling into an evil smirk.

your bravado dies down, and then he has to deal with the disturbingly wounded pout on your face. you don’t say anything more and he sighs heavily.

“i’ll eat more if you eat,” he grunts, glaring at the pavement. even then, he can feel the way you perk up.

“i’ll be right back!” you grab his plate and hurry into your apartment, eager, and all he can do is sigh, wondering what on earth he’s doing interacting with a fragile little human like you.

you come back with more cooked lamb in his designated plate, placing it in front of him before taking a seat on the floor again. he watches you stab at the pieces with a fork and chew on them, so dainty compared to the way his canines dig into his own share.

he can feel the curiosity thrumming through your veins, no doubt burning with questions—the need to talk to him. but you stay quiet as you eat, the sounds of chewing echoing through the alley. he concedes.

“you make it a habit to feed strays?” he mutters. you look up, once again sporting that silly look of surprise at his attention, but you recover quickly.

“no not really. you were just…really loud.” you sheepishly grin when he pins you with a glare, raising your hands innocently. “i just heard a lot of rattling around out here. i thought you were a stray cat.”

he takes offense to that.

“i ain’t no damn cat,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he bites into the flesh of another piece. your grin widens.

“clearly.”

the rest of the short meal passes in silence. he finishes up before you do, and for the first time you see him stand to his full height—he’s tall and hulking.

“well,” he grunts, shoving his clawed hands into his dirty pockets. “y’should go inside and finish that.”

he nods at your bowl before turning away. you briefly wonder where he sleeps; perhaps the park nearby so that he can rest on soft grass rather than cold stone. the thought makes you pity him more than you did.

his retreating form suddenly pauses, and he turns to stare over his shoulder—his jade eyes glow in the darkness. “see y’tomorrow.”

a wide smile stretches across your face, and you wave back, giddy. “sure! see you tomorrow…” your voice trails off at the end. the wolf rolls his eyes heavily, before turning around and continuing his walk.

“toji.” he finishes for you, voice low and yet still clear.

you bite back a laugh of disbelief. “toji,” you repeat, and it rolls off your tongue like butter. his ears twitch at the sound, surprisingly pleasant, and he grumbles in return, vanishing into the night.

he ends up keeping his promise.

the fushigojos are like heaven on earth literal sweet tooth rotting fluff but like imagine the angst and (almost) crashing and burning 😔 where theres a huge argument/fight that tears gojo and his lover apart,,, and the kids just have no idea what to do or how to resolve the situation ☹☹☹

oh boy subtle fushigojo angst incoming

the air in the apartment is icy.

you’re in the kitchen, quietly getting the kid’s lunches ready while gojo pretends he’s still asleep on the couch.

at the dining table between you two, megumi pushes leftover cereal around in his bowl, and tsumiki picks at the crust of her toast.

megumi thinks the lack of unreasonably upbeat morning energy is unsettling. there’s none of the usual banter between you and gojo. no humming as you put on a pot of coffee for the two of you to share or giggles as he wraps his arms around you in an eye-roll worthy display of affection.

he never thought he'd prefer it to...whatever this was.

judging from the way tsumiki keeps glancing between you both, she thought the same. they'd both heard the way you'd argued last night, heard your hushed but harsh voices in the living room.

"he was our friend. i couldn't just..."

"...still shouldn’t have left the body there, satoru! what happens if...and the kids..."

neither of them knew who exactly you were talking about, but it must have been someone important for the tense atmosphere to have carried into the morning.

by the time gojo drags himself off the couch, rubbing pitifully at the back of his neck as he slowly approaches the kitchen, you're ignoring him, washing your hands at the sink. then you pour yourself a mug of coffee and brush past him without a word, retreating out onto the balcony. no sickly sweet good morning kiss or whiny clinging.

he just sighs, pouring himself some coffee and immediately sipping at it without adding an absurd amount of cream or sugar.

so something is wrong wrong. gojo drinking black coffee in the morning is the equivalent of watching aunt shoko end a long night with a mug of warm milk.

"still pissed at me, huh?" he asks them, leaning on the counter and nodding his head towards the balcony door.

"obviously," megumi answers, glaring at tsumiki when she kicks him under the table.

gojo just rubs a hand over his face, groaning. "yeah, well, i did something kind of stupid."

"obviously."

tsumiki kicks him again, and this time it's accompanied by a glare of her own. "don't worry, gojo-san, you just need to apologize."

"it's not really something i can apologize for," he sighs, and for the first time, megumi sees how run-down his guardian looks.

"do it anyway." he says it bluntly, rising from the table to bring his and tsumiki's dishes to the sink. "it'd help, at least."

"yeah, i know." gojo slings an arm around him as he turns on the tap and rolls up his sleeves. "thanks, megumi. i knew you'd be on--"

"not on your side," the teen bristles, scowling when gojo ruffles his hair. his next words come out in a mumble, barely audible over the running water. "i just...i don't like it when you guys fight."

gojo's quiet for a moment, arm tightening around megumi's shoulders ever so slightly. "yeah, i know. i don't either. now c'mon, grab your blazers, guys. you don't wanna be late for school."

everyone's pulling on their shoes by the time you come back inside, handing them their lunches and pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads (a habit that'd taken root when they were young, tsumiki shyly asking for one after seeing you plant a kiss on gojo's cheek before he would head out).

even though you're mad at him, even though you grab gojo's jaw a little harsher than you usually would, you still plant a quick kiss on his lips and murmur a quiet, i love you, that gojo doesn't hesitate to reciprocate.

megumi and tsumiki exchange small smiles, because they know everything's going to be okay.

THE STRONGEST FT. GOJO SATORU

a compilation of drabbles featuring the great gojo satoru. ranging from steamy scenes to teeth-rotting fluff to the most angsty scenes.

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── hating the strongest

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── vulnerability of the strongest

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── a reunion with the strongest

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── the strongest, freed at last

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── the run and go with the strongest

“c'mere megumi. i know you're tired.”

gojo calls out to him but the boy ignores him and continued to walk.

“he won't satoru. you traumatized him.” you quipped at him.

teleportation is fun and all but not to a fourth-grader megumi who got almost dropped mid-air from the teleportation skill gojo have, only to catch him mid-air before he truly drops.

“i catched him before he fell.” the white-haired male pouts.

“catched him before he fell?” scoffing at him. “he's a child, satoru. think before you do something to him. you almost endangered him with your antics and you can't do whatever you please when you want. you're an ass and you know it.” you spat at him and gojo pouts and he's like a child kneeling down while being scolded.

you crouched down to meet the height of megumi. patting his head and you began to speak in a soft voice. “i'll carry you, okay? i promise no funny business.” drawing a cross in your chest to convince megumi. the poor child is sleepy and fighting the urge to not sleep caused by the earlier wrongdoing of an pre-adult.

deciding to trust you, megumi comes closer to you and puts his arms around your neck before carrying his small body in front of you. your arms tucked under his thighs and it turns to snuggle you. his jaw in your shoulder.

megumi blankly stares at the adult behind you. immature, he thought but his eyes are getting heavy and sleep is calling to him. before his eyes closed he reminds himself not to be carried by that weird man.

it took a few seconds before the child snuggling in you fell asleep. you can tell from the lack of movements of his body and the small snores. patting his back before continuing to walk.

gojo followed you. he felt bad and it was like a punch to him in the gut when you scold him but he likes it. loves it when your cheeks puff and your eyes rolling at him in annoyance.

stopping at a bakery to get a few sweets to satisfy his sweet tooth and for the siblings to eat back home. you continued to walk, enjoying the little peace and quiet before a old lady approached at you three.

“oh my! what a cute family.” the old lady commented and your eye twitched at the comment. giving the lady a smile before briefly bowing.

taken a back at the sudden statement before gojo burst out in a laughter. “she called us a family, (y/n).”

“ha-ha-ha. funny.” you dryly responds to him and adjusting your arm to make megumi comfortably settle in you. the child is completely passed out in your grasp and you can't help but to kiss megumi's wild hair in which megumi groans before going back to sleep.

“aww, come on. i didn't mean it, okay?” gojo whines, blocking your way as he walked backwards to meant he really is sorry.

“okay.” you replied back to him. “just don't do it again.”

“okay!” he beams up and once again silence filled in the long way of walking.

dusk is beginning to settle down and the sky turns into orange. the sunlight giving it's final rays before the night falls.

“kind of you to take them both, satoru.” you break the silence and gojo hums. thinking about something.

despite gojo's stubbornness and his lack of tact in things, you like that he's willing to help the children to have a roof over their head and spoiled them like it's his own. even preventing megumi to be taken away from his clan and let him have a normal childhood with his sister.

“say, (y/n). what if we adopt them both?” gojo asks you.

“we? and adopt?” gojo nods. waiting for your answer. “i think it's fine. these two will have two guardians to look them over if the other one's not around and in case something's happen to one of us.”

“don't say that, (y/n).”

you raised an eyebrow at him and smiled.

“it's inevitable, satoru. in this line of work we have.” you said to him. referring how dangerous the jujutsu society is and you'll never know what the future may hold.

“i'll protect you. us”" his bright blue eyes peeking through his dark glasses with sincerity. looking at you and megumi sleeping in your arms.

“satoru....” you call him and his eyes full of sincerity.

“that's nice, satoru.” you smile at him but the expression in his face is anticipating something more.

“i know you will, satoru.” and he grins. pressing a tender kiss in your forehead and patting megumi's head. “stop that, sato. you'll wake him up and don't get too sappy with me. it's not you.” he pouts at that but kisses you again.

he can't wait to be with you forever.

"care to teach me how to make that, sweetheart?"

the clay plops and then returned to it's original form when you look up to see toji leaning against the wall. you let out a small laugh at the nickname. one that he rarely bothers to call you and often hints at his slyness.

patting the stool besides you and toji made way but before that, grabbing the stool and placing it behind you before sitting. his hard body pressed in your back. feeling the generous curves you had. the back rolls defined in the white shirt you wore and toji almost groans suppressing a boner.

his breath tickling your neck, squirming at the puff of breath and toji smirks before pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot of your neck.

"toji, stop that. i cannot teach you." tilting your head so toji couldn't kiss your neck which the latter grumbled. placing his hands in plushness of your waist.

placing his jaw in the top of your head. toji watches your hands do wonders on the lump of mud in the pottery wheel. your hands wet as you sprinkled the clay with water to freely manipulate it. shaping the clay into a symmetrical shape. it's imperfect and yet to be defined in shape.

toji watches you gently knead the clay. your hands brown and muddy. such gentleness in your touch, every finger is made with nimbleness like the same hands and fingers that trace his soul in everyday.

grabbing toji's hand to place his hand on the formed clay. you guided his hands in kneading and shaping the clay. your smaller atop in his bigger ones. spinning the pottery wheel to get the shape you desire to make with him.

toji couldn't help to press his body to yours more. ignoring the unfinished clay while it spins in the wheel. holding your hands in his and the damp mud making a squelch sound when he held yours.

"you can teach me in another day..." he whispers and you know there won't be another day. his lips ghosting in your cheek and to your neck and you look behind you. capturing your lips with his and toji smiles in the kiss. turning into more passionate and heated one.

turning around to face him and toji holds your waist. putting you on his lap and your legs spread to straddle him.

toji gazes at you. face smeared with mud and even in that, you're the prettiest girl he will ever have. your eyes holding the innocence and gentleness in them whenever you look at him.

holding the hem of your stained shirt before raising it up to remove. he's shirtless also. his sculpted body in display and you couldn't help to hide yourself from his gaze.

"nuh uh, don't hide from me." he whispers. his hands in your belly. holding your stomach that spills in his hands and he gently kneads it like it was clay. his mud-covered hands making prints in your skin. admiring the scars and the stretch marks in your stomach and in your chest. leaving no flesh untouched.

so soft. so warm in his hands. this is the body that makes him feel loved every day. made him feel worthy for a scum like him. that he still deserves of love.

your hands in his shoulders, it's also smeared with mud. hard and strong. it doesn't change. you still ask why a man like toji loves you.

"why did you love me, toji?" you asked him while his hands wander and pinch the suppleness of your skin. he hears the question. pulling you closer to him. your naked body pressed into his.

toji's mind ran a thousand answers for that question for that but he can only answer one. he would tell you more than he could ever say but it's only clear.

"do i need answer that? you know it." he says and knows you're not satisfied.

he cups your cheek and mud smears into it. the coldness seeping into your skin. "...for the reason that you love me." is all he can say.

deep inside, he would say. you accepted me for what i am. looked past on my flaws. treated me with care, made me feel loved. that i still deserve love and i'm worthy of it.

he keep quiet though and only kissed you with such want and need that it's the only way he can express his undying love for you. he loves you so much. wished he could stay with you like this forever. your lips, body and soul all for him and he would be the same to you, if you wished.

for the first time, toji found something worth fighting for and it's you. he couldn't be more happier.

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── REMEDY FOR THE BITTERNESS

it started with slow, soft pecks on the lips. a pause in-between kisses. looking at each other's like it changed throughout the day but it doesn't, only gets swollen.

the comfort of safety within the solitude of your body. geto isn't used enough with the feel of your flesh, the taste of your lips in his and yet it's becoming the intimacy he deeply craves for.

the first kiss is the greeting, saying i'm here. lips touching for a brief moment and just staring at each other's eyes. that way geto clearly see the misty gaze in your eyes. so true and sincere. that it's your way of saying i'm here for you. always.

the second it turns to be desperate. his hands creeping under you shirt. squeezing the supple flesh there. stay, be with me. in the dimly lit room where only the wind blows and moon shining through the windows and the chirps of crickets outside, there is nothing but the sighs and the groans filling up the room.

geto swallows it all. the whines coming from your mouth when his hands wanders to the most sensitive spots in your body. trembling under his touch that leaves him wanting for more and as a man who builds endurance for escaping temptations, he gives in. a slave for your being.

there's nothing left but the taste of your lips in his mouth, your tongue swirling in his. teeth almost gnashing and sucking each other's faces. it's better he thinks. it's the best.

geto suguru had almost forgotten what's the taste of something that is not a curse. strong he is but it doesn't prepare him for the life-long prison of tasting and swallowing all the disgusting curses that falls in his hands. it tasted vile. even cigarettes is losing it's purpose. cigarettes taste like earth and it's bitterness doesn't compare to the foul taste of curses he needed to consume.

then in the first time, he have you. geto thinks he's all that slick in wooing you and coaxing you when it all needs is the warmth and the comfort of your lips. first kiss with you is like the first time tasting honey. the sweetness of it lingers in his lips. for the first time, geto had tasted something different and it's not the bitter taste of the cigarettes he had smoked nor the wretched taste of a curse flowing in his throat.

his large hands holds your round face in between. he can still see the spit moistening in the corners of your mouth. eyes half-lidded, almost getting in the pre-drunk state but still sober. he should be like this when you're scent and taste is all he could consume without guilt and the pleasure of it. his thumb caressing your cheeks. fuller cheeks that he always kiss in the end of everything. a pant coming in your pretty mouth. he still admires you until this day like you were the most beautiful person in the whole world, in his eyes, you are.

his purple eyes search for something in you but only he can see in the roundness of your iris is the reflection of his self. a man who is sick of his duty but still holds on. a man whose strong but can be weak too. a man whose bare in the eyes of the woman he's vulnerable with and geto presses his forehead to yours.

"don't leave me." he says, his stray hair falls into your cheek. a selfish request it is and your hands would hold his. your softer hands, holding the skin in the top of his hands. pressing a kiss to his lips, you replied.

"never."

geto smiles and that's enough. more than what he asked for you and that's all he ever wanted to hear from you. i love you's are overrated but still he whispers it to you.

geto only need you. your soul, body and your lips to kiss him through the bad times and the good times.

only you could stay with him, in this mad, mad, mad world.

HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE

a short series of drabbles featuring toji and his chubby wife.

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── show me what's love

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── teach me to love like yours

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── flowers

ME, SATORU AND OUR ADOPTED KIDS

a compilation of drabbles featuring gojo and the fushiguro siblings as they make way of their new and chaotic ways of living.

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── a found family

ᝰ.ᐟ ─── under the blue sky

｡‧˚ʚ°ɞ˚‧｡ ─── WRONG SEND

in which itadori jerks to the pictures you accidentally sent to him instead for the man who claims to be his brother.

ping!

the notification rang, swiping down the notification banner in his phone. itadori's brow furrowed. seeing your name in his inbox at this hour, it's unusual.

(𝐲/𝐧) 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆

𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝

(𝐲/𝐧): 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲, 𝐚𝐨𝐢. 💋

wrong send. you probably accidentally clicked his contact number instead of todo. sending the message meant to the man who claims to be his brother. an intimate message if he would add to say.

reading your message in his phone. itadori's eyes widens. he nearly curses out in his breath. fluffing the pillows behind him and sinks into it. staring at the ceiling before looking back at the screen of his phone. is he allowed to see this? you accidentally sent it to him but the temptation is strong.

you're todo's girlfriend. seen you quite a lot when the kyoto students would take a visit in the tokyo jujutsu tech and since todo considered him as a brother. him and todo would hangout in the mean time and since you're the muscles head's girlfriend. you're there too. opting to be quiet and only listened to todo rambles.

never he did take you to be someone to be like this. so sexy and bold. he guesses everyone's different behind closed doors and todo sees you what you are and for once, itadori's curious about you.

clicking the video, fuck. you're dressed in a blue, babydoll lingerie. he can see your stomach poking out in the sheer fabric of the clothing. the swell in your chest and your, itadori gulps. he can see the damp spot in your panties. you were kneeling, thighs spread apart like inviting someone, his eyes glued to your creamy thighs, so thick and squished doubling them in their original size and itadori couldn't help but to get jealous of todo.

todo aoi, you're one lucky son of a bitch.

itadori bets that todo uses your thighs as earmuffs every night while he eats you out. he can hear your sweet cries and moans while your boyfriend feasts on your sweet cunt. he knows it's sweet cause it would be wrong if ain't but itadori could steal one out from you.

his eyes glued to the screen of his phone and itadori feels the familiar tightening of his boxers. he just changed the sheets and he just got out of shower. itadori groans, grabbing a box of tissues in his night stand. it wouldn't be wrong to jerk off to your "brother's" girlfriend, right? not that it was accidentally sent it to him instead of todo.

you're todo's girlfriend and he can fuck you all day and night but to him, he's just pathetically jacking off to a wrong sent messages. he feel bad for aoi. he's going to have his relief while your boyfriend is waiting for a message that is supposedly sent to him.

itadori grabs the waistband of his boxers, lowering them and his hard cock springs free in his abdomen. he spits in his hand before grabbing his hard cock and a shiver went down to his spine. looking back at your picture before he began stroking his length.

itadori hisses from the friction of his palm in his length. what would it be like if you're the one jerking him off. your small fists wouldn't be enough to wrapped around his thick length. he imagined you're stroking his length, his head in your lap while he sucks the pudge in your stomach, it would be so fucking soft.

his thumb teasingly swipes his slit, pre-cum oozing out in the tip and itadori shivers. you would be so good to him. he would be home from a long day and you'll give him the best head of his life. your round cheeks hollowing out and your pretty lips kissing his tip before swallowing it, bobbin your head upsidedown until he cums into your mouth.

his hold in his cock tightening up while he thinks of you riding him, your body bouncing and your breasts and stomach jiggling. his sight never leaving you. watch as his cock disappear while your fat pussy take his whole length. you would be calling his name too from how good he was stretching you and filling you up.

"yuuji...feel so good." you would slur this words out, your mind frenzied from fucking yourself in his cock. holding his shoulders, head thrown back and he would dig his fingers in the plushness of your waist while he sucks on your breast.

his breath hitched, eyes closing. his pumping getting faster by the moment. balls tightening, his thighs flexing from the surge of pleasure he's giving. there's no way of returning back or stopping his dilemma.

he's going to cum. faster. pumping his throbbing cock and any minute now he's going to cum.

muscles contract and the knot in his lower part of his balls snaps. his pelvis arching as he pants while he cums. his cock shooting out copious amounts of his cum. spurting out and landing directly in his sheets. some of it in his abdomen.

in his mind, he would be dumping you loads and loads of his cum. painting your walls white with his hot cum and you'll beg for more cause you're a greedy whore and itadori likes that.

itadori rides out his orgasm from the bliss of thoughts of what your pussy would feel around him. he felt high and his mind fogging his senses.

and that's that. the messages still hadn't been unsent. you probably didn't notice it and itadori saves it. saving it for another session of pleasuring himself.

his brown eyes glossy and a wave of regret hits him. he shamelessly jerks with the thought of you fucking him. it's better than nothing and it's been so long of pining to you. a stupid crush in his brother's girlfriend. his sweet, soft and chubby girlfriend and itadori wishes you were his. he would be much better than todo.

he would fuck you everyday like you deserve and you will suffocate him with your thighs while he laps at your juices leaking out from your cunt. he will treat you better for sure.

he looks at his semen-covered hands, it drips in the sheets and itadori sighs ashamed but he can't deny it was the best jerking session he had in a while. in the dead of the night where nothing but his phone and his cum in his hands, itadori hoped something more. he knows it's possible to happen since he's todo's friend and from the looks of it todo would agree.

what the fuck is he thinking, for fuck's sake you're dating todo and not him. he looks at his softened cock and he don't think he can look to you nor todo straight in the eye in the next days but a man could wish right?

he should be asleep now but he's lamenting over the fact that you will never be his.

at least he got your intimate pictures though.

GETTING COMFY, ARE WE?

ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, geto suguru

content warnings ─── yandere themes, dark themes, implied forced marriage, dubcon, stockholm syndrome, implied noncon, reader is pregnant in toji's part.

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ you could be so affectionate with them if you want, it would be adorable if you would just forget what they did to you.

GOJO SATORU

coming home was gojo's favorite. no matter the time of the day or night as long he comes home to his wife after missions. caked with blood from his enemies or just the same pristine him, straight to you and in rare occasions. it's the only time you first initiate any kinds of intimacy for him.

it made him believe that you truly didn't hate him and you were just being stubborn. in the state of denial that you don't want anything to do with him and holding yourself from pursuing him.

he finds you asleep. curled up in the bed and hugging a pillow. sleeping like a baby and gojo almost forgot how you look when you're asleep since the barrage of missions being thrown to him but never forgets the face of you in his waking and sleeping hours. well, he never forgets anything about you. from the strands of your hair to your birthmarks and the smallest of moles.

your husband settled besides you. laying in your shared bed and he exhales a breath and when his back hits the soft duvet. all his worries had melted away along with the pent up stress he accumulated throughout the day.

“i'm home.” he mutters. thumb caressing your cherubic cheeks before leaning to kiss that and moving towards to your soft lips. one he enjoyed kissing if it wasn't the tantrums you would throw at him if you were awake. dismissing any physical affection coming from him like his whole existence offends you but despite that — you will always be his one and only.

shifting in your sleep, gojo admired you like you were the finest piece of art mankind had created and he's the only one allowed to worship you.

your hand grabs his shirt and gojo anticipated that you would push him like you do in the daily basis but melts when you only stayed still after finding it was him unconsciously. he can see your lashes move. fluttering. a signal that you're waking up and he was meet by the prettiest pair of eyes belonging to you.

“satoru...” you call his name albeit sleepily and through your blurry vision. you see him. your husband and in your sleep inhibited state, you think of him as your dearest husband. forgetting all the hell you had gone through in his hands and gojo likes it when you're this.

“i'm here, baby.” he softly whispers to you and when he said that, you moved closer to him. snuggling at his side and gojo can clearly see the tiniest of smile bloom in your face. after a few shifts to make yourself comfortable you were asleep again.

“you love me don't you?” he says in the silence of the room even it was impossible for you to hear him. to gojo it was enough. no need for answers nor question your love to him.

he held you tightly in his arms that night — like any other nights where you are protected in his arms and no one can harm you. your presence enough to keep him grounded and assure him that you will be always forever by his side.

even you will hate him when morning comes.

NANAMI KENTO

nanami was beyond tired.

fatigue building up and the soreness of his body adding and the injuries he sustained from a rough mission. he didn't went straight to shoko for immediate treatment. opting to self-medicate and so he can't leave you alone for long.

his wounds hurt so bad that he can't even bring himself to walk himself in the bathroom to get the medicine kit and instead sat in one of the couches. his head resting at the top part. he stays still. drawing soft breathes to ease the pain and wondering where you are.

then he hears the soft footsteps coming towards him and nanami opens his eyes to met with your plush form standing in front of him. he can see the medicine kit you were holding and you were a little hesitant in walking towards him.

your mind screaming for you to run and leave him when he's this weak but you ignored the voices in your head. you can't outrun him let alone escape nanami. weakened or not, he's coming for you.

abandoning your escape plans, you treated his wounds.

he was stripped of his clothes. his body littered with scratches. some are deep and shallow and oozes with blood and you began to disinfecting his wound to avoid infection before wrapping them in a thin, white gauze bandage.

his brown eyes moves. following your every move. watch as your chubby hands dip the cloth in a basin full of water before wringing the cloth to remove the excess water before patting it to his skin covered with dirt. you repeated the same procedure many times. making sure he was fully clean. wiping his abdomen and carefully avoiding the dressed wounds and you reach to clean his chest and to his neck and nanami catches your hand with his.

bringing your hand holding the cloth to press a kiss in the back of your palm. “i can finish it up now darling. thank you.” he says but he was surprised when you didn't let him do it. you finish cleaning him up and treating his wounds before you grabbed the medicine kit and his soiled shirt to put in the laundry and nanami thought you will leave him after that.

instead you came back with a fresh set of clothes and this leaves him feeling a lot better than before that he almost forgot to remove the cuffs in your ankles.

“do you need anything?” you asked him. avoiding his gaze and nanami chuckles at your concern for him. “i'm already good, darling but can you stay here with me?” he requested and you nodded. he didn't let you sit beside him. placing you in his lap and despite your protests regarding with his wounds reopening he didn't bother.

his arms wrapping around your soft middle and burying his face in the crook of your neck. inhaling your scent that he missed the whole day he was gone. he missed you so bad that he thinks he can't survive another day without you by his side. to feel you. to smell you and to love you.

all the things he's capable of doing so just for you even it isn't aligned with his morals.

he was relishing in the feeling of your soft body against his and it was disrupted when he hears you sniffle. your hand curled into a fist holding his shirt. “darling....” he coos. comforting you while his large palms rubs your back. squishing the soft bits of your body. “i need you.... so bad.” he hears you say and was followed by a sob. your tears staining his shirt but he couldn't give a shit about a stained shirt when he's worried about you. he melts at your words. grateful and overjoyed that you're starting to warm up to him and need him. it's all he could ever ask. for you to depend on him that you won't be needing others except for him.

“i need you too, darling.” he grabs your soft jaw to look at him. nanami's gaze softens at the sight of your tear stained face. his thumb wiping the stray tears rolling in your cheeks. “stay.” you requested to him and nanami granted it. such a powerful word to disarm a man like him. he presses his lips to yours. a gesture of his undying devotion for you.

“as long as you want, darling.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI

toji comes home splattered with blood. it's either his or the blood from the people he had killed for money. he didn't mind the stain of their blood in his clothes and skin or the silly thoughts that they have someone important in their life. would it matter or change the course of life. everybody dies and they're just unfortunate to be ended by him with money on the line.

the cold cash stacked in his bank account is enough to forget and bask in his own selfish needs. he guesses that it includes you since you're his wife and soon-to-be baby mama. he needs to make an effort in earning hefty sums of money.

there's a fresh change of clothes awaiting for him in the foot of his bed and the food is being cooked in the stove when he passed by earlier and the bath is already warm to his preferences. all now he need is you but before that he needs to take care of himself before his cute, chubby housewife. so adorable except for the occasional stubborn attitude. that can be fixed with some manhandling.

there's no way of working a miracle for you to open up to him despite the numerous threats and the good ol' disciplining your wife shit. toji could go all day when you act up but one he's certain of. he doesn't need the affection you could give to him even if you want to.

he wasn't built or conditioned for that but it wouldn't hurt if you give that to him but still it still didn't happen. from the abduction to knocking you up.

after soaking in the tub full of warm water, he changes into his fresh change of clothes you prepare for him. sitting at the foot of his bed while patting his hair dry and that's when it happened.

he feels you before he can sense you. your flabby arms resting in his shoulder and your chest and the bump of your stomach is pressed in his muscular back.

this is a first. toji thought. his eyes widens. remaining still like he was frozen and then when your warmth leave him. coldness following through he can't help but to break into a smirk. mistaking your gesture as you're slowly falling in love with him even when you're just worried about him. you didn't think about his demise at his job but still a part of you hopes it. for the man who stole everything from you and the other part that he's given someone to put your hopes up. your child with him even he's the product of abuse.

“nuh uh, wifey.” there's a hint of mockery when toji called you that. the sound of it sparking your greatest fear coming from him. “you could just have told me, you've missed me.” he teases. a rare grin in his face, looking genuinely happy at your sudden affection for him.

he made you lay in the bed and when he's above you all you could feel is fear but he's rather gentle with you for now. you raised your hand. swiping the scar in his lips and a scowl is visible now in his face. annoyed how you could give the hideous scar in the corner of his lips attention when he's all on yours. way to ruin the mood but before he could react. you move your hand to hold his cheek and there's a squeeze in his chest when you did that. caressing the skin above his cheekbone and that's when he loses it when he stare directly at his eyes and time seems to stop when all he could see is your face and his reflection on those eyes of yours.

“don't be mad, please.” you whispered to him and you brace for what he's about to unleash to you. the familiar tears gathering at the corners of your eyes and how could toji be mad at that.

“'m not mad, princess. you've been good to me lately. how could i be?” he smiles before moving to your side. placing his arms above your baby bump and moves your head to place in his chest.

“think of this as your reward.” he says but he would never admit that what have you done is enough for him to go soft for you but he still didn't trust you. it may be a diversion and using your own cutesy shit for him to let his guard down but toji would never do that.

of all the things he had done, he didn't regret in stealing you from the world. where you and his unborn child by his side is enough for him. a family he could call his own, created by his whims.

GETO SUGURU

throughout the whole duration of your relationship with his — geto is a bit bothered of how things turned out. sure you're obedient (a little bit stubborn at times but he knows how to make you learn your place) and had done everything to please him in which you excelled at.

he was fine with but despite all of that he wants you to give your own little silly affection to him. he always initiates it and when he opens his arms or in the curl of his fingers there you come running to him like a trained animal. it seems a little off.

perhaps you're still cautious of him and hasn't fully accepted him like he was waiting for you to be tamed and when that comes — you will be his little perfect thing.

there's boundaries but such affections coming from you. he wants it but still he was above you and nothing's going to change. he can mend his ways but he's still in control.

“can i hug you?” a sad voice almost shy pipes up behind him. geto hums, looking behind and adjusting his position to face his sweet possession. half naked and looking so radiant like a renaissance painting in his bed. draped in his blanket. covering your intimated parts but he can still make out the indentions of your body. your nipples poking and linen of the blanket are stuck in your stomach rolls. you're tempting him again without trying this early in the morning.

“make yourself comfortable then.” and he almost chuckle at your sudden shift in behavior. clumsily crawling towards him in excitement and gently settling in his lap. placing your head in chest where you can hear the steady beat of his heart. you couldn't be more happier to be in this place. geto is yours.

you dared to kiss him although your mind tells you there's a chance he'll reject but you love him. so, so much. you didn't wished for anything and it will be always be his approval you craved for. your lips brushed to his chest and to his soft jaw. your chunky digits in his hair and when he remains unmoved and there's no sharp scolding coming from him you continued.

he's so perfect. there's is no knots to untangle from his soft, black hair. of course there would be no knots. you always brushed it carefully. in utmost perfection to please him. when you're finally contented for the crumb of attention he had given to you, you slowly moved. removing yourself from his lap. he must be so sore from handling your weight.

“thank you, geto-sama.” you curtsied to him. just you're about to move from him. his strong, muscular arms holds your waist. forcing you to sit in his lap. longer than you intended.

“stay here for a little longer.” he commands and your stiff body immediately relaxing. crumbling and almost purred like a kitten.

geto couldn't any more be prouder for getting such obedient and devoted pet like you. easy to manipulate. easy for him to mold. the moment you requested such affection from him that is what he needed that you truly belonged to him. so eager to please him.

he can see it how he transformed you from a stubborn brat to a obedient pet and geto is satisfied with that.

“getting comfy, are we?”

“yes, geto-sama. thank you.” you innocently batted your lashes at him and those round eyes of yours looking at him with such adoration.

“good.” now, he truly changed you. there would be no difficulties in what he's about to do to you. no questions to be asked and the pointless squabbles.

you will only moan like a bitch and take him like a whore. he's cute, chubby, little pet.

sukuna is rather entertained. fascinated even.

how his two cocks buried inside you and rearranging your guts didn't even make a dent in your round stomach. he should be seeing the two of his cock head bulging in your belly but it wasn't. all he can do is press one of his palms to feel the ridge of his cock inside you.

the king of curses had been existing in a long time for fucking concubines and women who presented themselves. afraid of what he is capable of but they all end up the same. crushed by his raw strength and left bleeding for him to consume. he grew tired of those women. the same stature and build. where his nails can scrape the bones out of their flesh and his cocks can pierce their flat stomachs while he fucks them mercilessly. he should have fucked you sooner when you came in his temple with the concubines gathered for a drop of his attention.

sharp nails digging in your supple flesh. amused at the layered pouch of a belly you carry and it jiggles and rolls like waves while he roughly shoves his two inhumane cocks inside your sopping, fat pussy.

the loud squelch of your juices leaking in his cocks mixed with his own cum that he dumped inside your womb added the intensity of the carnal desire he have for you.

his soft, pliant, little concubine. of course, you would be little for him no matter how big you perceived yourself. as if sukuna would care for that. a hole is a hole no matter who owns it and simply you have the best pussy and the body for a king like him.

too fascinated and engrossed with his new discovery that he didn't give attention to what you look like. you would be a an another pretty face for him but only he look at your face when he hears the tiniest of moans being suppressed and did he was blessed with the most softer features a woman can have. your round cheeks stained by the stray tears rolling from your misty eyes and your lips forming into a pout.

“look me in the eyes, woman.” he orders and you were quick to follow him. afraid of the consequences and sukuna can see the tears clumping at your lashes and the desperate suppression of your moans wanting to spill at the rough thrusts of his heavy cocks inside you.

“s—sukuna-sama~” the words slips out of your mouth out of the blue and when you realized your mistake, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for the imminent death that is about to come to you.

the way his name careless flows out of your mouth and your tight cunt squeezing around his cocks spurred him to drill his cocks deeper inside to you. kissing your cervix deeply that it almost protrudes the opening of your womb that is about to take his load again.

there wasn't blood came bursting from your body and only the droplets of blood from his earlier assault had stayed and you were still intact. you almost sighed from relief if it wasn't the continuous movements of his hips and the heavy balls slapping your ass preventing you to feel an ounce of relief.

you almost squealed when his lower arms grabs the sides of your chest. hoisting you easily in a sitting position with his cocks still impaled to your abused cunt. one of his upper arms is used as resting place for his jaw. red eyes moving up and down. watching as his cum trickles in his cocks and your round belly coils like spring from him thrusting his hips up and down. the mouth in his stomach licks it lips before the mouth in his face had done the same thing. amused and his boredom quenched temporarily. you were afraid and never been this aroused when the words came from him.

“tell me, woman.” he began, almost smirking before it breaks out into a full one. “can my cocks be seen in this flesh of yours if i gave you my brat?”

geto suguru splurging the large amount of donations for your kimonos. how nasty and ungrateful of him for the donors but it's well spent and there's no guilt about considering they are monkeys who have money and it's better to use it for you.

he loves how fitted the kimonos are adorning to your plush body. it's like they are second skin to you from how comfortable it was. always the best for you. commissioning artisans whose crafts are honed for a long time with hands that are made for creating that piece of clothing. sewing intricate patters with embroidery attached with stories to suit your style and his tastes. it takes months to complete but it only takes for a second for him to rip it from your body.

not even being able to feel an ounce of guilt despite the time it took to create and the pout in your face for wasting such piece of art. he only shushes you with a kiss. saying that he can commission again from those artisans to create you new ones.

cause no matter how expensive you wear, it's nothing how much you look better naked for him. your delectable body for him to taste while he slowly removes his gojo-kesa.

“it's not a waste nor to be given any attention of. you look better naked, my love.” he would assure you. dipping for a kiss. his large hands caressing your supple body. pinching and kneading the exposed flesh while he spreads your chunky legs and only to reveal what he's been dying to taste. your fat cunt, slick and warm for him to lick and drill his cock in between them.

money's not a problem for him. really. not when there's a lot of monkeys with money at his disposal. they're useless and a waste of space and reek of filth so what's better is he's putting them for a use while he spoils you rotten.

how is this so accurate???? i feel called out about gojo and my obsession with other white-haired characters ahhhhhhh

(hi megumi, nanami, choso, and sukuna)

Calling out jjk simps

Well hello everyone, this has to be the most random post I've made but here's the things I've noticed about each jjk simp.

Aot version here

Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and shouldn't be taken to heart, what I say is meant to be taken as a joke and not offend anyone.

Yuuji simps: You guys are just like him a ball of sunshine, honestly most optimistic people ever and full of energy but also very delusional, like come on we all know there won't be a happy ending in this one, I know you hope there will be but you have to come to terms with it someday. You know every Britney song by heart.

Megumi simps: In a world where everyone wants his father you choose him (or you want both, I won't judge), either you guys have the same fuck my life energy or you're actually friendly and kind, it's the fucked up hair isn't it? Also you spend longer than you should imagining what it would be like to walk his dogs with him or playing fetch with them. MCR Stan.

Nanami simps: You guys have taste, either you have your life together or it's complete chaos but you crave stability. Daddy issues, but you actually know what's good for you, pretty sure you'd want him to be a stay at home husband. If you're a manga reader I'm sorry, I won't roast you you actually make good decisions.

Toji simps: DADDY ISSUES, but you're also self distractive. Everything about him screams run but y'all ignore every red flag just because he's a badass dilf, he'd scam you out of every cent you own, he'd probably lose your house gambling and you'd still do anything for him, you deserve better. He's hella hot tho same. Also you scare me and every time I open tik tok it gets worse

Sukuna simps: ISSUES, straight up, y'all possessive as fuck, you probably change your appearance and rebrand yourself every week. If toji simps ignore red flags you're colour blind. You don't want him to change for you, you like him just the way he is, murderous with 4 arms and all. You get upset when someone says "he's yuuji with tattoos". Addictive personality. You like degrading others, but you wanna be degraded. You probably simp for someone else junichi suwabe voices.

Gojo simps: Lord have mercy, nothing actually gives you serotonin as much as gojo taking his blindfold off and saying domain expansion. I just know you want him to beat you up like you were jogo. No, you can't fix him, btw how's your obsession with white haired characters going? we both know he ain't the only one. The only music you listen to is labelled 'a gojo satoru playlist' or 'god complex playlist'.

Geto simps: honestly, I really like you you're the chillest, y'all pretty and not over the top also you keep quiet a lot WHERE ARE YOU ALL GETO SIMPS HAVE MY HEART. Firm believer that the back is the sexiest part of the body for obvious reasons, you're a - ok being called a monkey, anything for master geto.

Choso simps: I actually lied before, you're the chillest of all, another group that knows what's healthy for you, he'd treat you right, I can't roast you. Probably goth fashion, either stoner rock or metal enjoyer.

Naoya simps: I KNOW THIS ISNT YOU, LOOK AT ME, YOURE BETTER THAN THIS, I KNOW YOU THE REAL YOU.

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍' 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 soft megumi pulling you to sit in his lap, flashing you a cute smile never failing to make you blush. "What are you starin at hm?" He asked teasingly, only making you take his face in both hands and return his smile. "A pretty boy, with even prettier eyes." You cooed, feeling heat rise up his cheeks in your hands. "You think so?" He asked mumbling, earning a nod from you before kissing both eyelids. "The prettiest gumi." It was like looking at an angel, you holding his face so gently.

The light of his bedroom cascading on the side of your figure, he couldn't stop smiling. So when he leaned up to kiss your lips, he smiled humming into it. Your arms finding its way around his neck, and his hands trailing up your back. Only pulling back when your both breathless, letting out a airy chuckle before resting his forehead on yours. "I love you so much pretty." Your smile grew wider at the confession, pecking his lips softly you whispered an "I love you too gumi." Against the dark haired boys lips. "Can.. we stay like this for a while?"

"Of course gumi."

↳ megumi is just so effortlessly pretty it makes you wonder—how does he not see what your seeing? He makes everyday tasks look so breathtaking. Caught him reading a book? Perfect time to pull out your phone and take a picture. Caught him exercising? Slide up under him while doing push ups, he might complain at first, but when you offer to give him a kiss when he goes down, those comments slowly fade away. Woke up early by accident and saw his sleeping face? Well lucky for you, you wont have to take a picture because a sleeping megumi is just one early morning away. Or if he feels sleepy enough and decides to take a nap, he might get a lil suspicious as to why your so excited for him to sleep. And if you tell him why he'll blush and call you obsessed before falling asleep on your lap <33

Megumi is a perfect, pretty boy who are you to not admire that?

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍' 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 l yuji entering your dorm with the spare key you gave him after a couple weeks of dating. Rambling happy about his day, not noticing you were asleep until he heard a soft snore from you. A warm smile made it's way onto yuji's face as he saw you enveloped in his baggy sweatshirt, quietly walking over to your side of the bed containing himself from scooping you up into his arms. An instead, pressed a kiss to your forehead letting you know he's there.

Yuji planned on ordering food for you as a surprise for when you wake up, he knew missions were starting to take a serious toll and strain on your body and decided to treat you to some takeout. That was until he felt you small hand reach out of underneath the covers and tug his shirt. "M'cold." Letting out a airy laugh, the sorcerer sat down on your bed intertwining his fingers with yours. "Baby aren't you cozy under the sheets though?" You shook your head no, "M'cold without you."

That mere sentence made yuji's heart grow three sizes big, and fall deeper in love with you. He could order food later.

Right now all that mattered was you.