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Cabin Fever: Toji Fushiguro

Content: rough sex, choking, spanking, biting, cream pie, breeding, use of “good girl”, size kink

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cw: levi x afab reader, submissive and breedable levi, ceo levi, blowjobs, office sex, dirty talk

word count: 4.1k

this is dedicated to @bibblelevi <3 mainly because without them i would never have sparked the idea or become feral over sub levi :D

The cl ick click click of your kitten heels against the marble floors echoed throughout the brightly lit office building you walk through. At the end of the hall, a man welcomes you as he opens the door to the elevator up to the 20th floor. It’s not the first time he’s seen you, nor would it be the last.

On the way up that elevator, you ensured your makeup was flawlessly set, that every crease on your tight dress was smoothed out, especially along the low v-cut around your breast, and your hair was fluffed to perfection.

It’s around 3pm. You had the luxury of finding some time to waste and visit your boyfriend just a couple floors up. Throughout the year or so since he got this new job, it was always a pleasure to come pay him sporadic visits when you could.

And honestly, it was highly amusing to see the mesmerizing gape’s on his employer’s faces when you strutted through that work floor.

Everyone loved it when you came to visit. And when you say everyone, that includes the men, the women, and any other helpful staff needed to run such a wealthy business.

You bask in the information they share with you, claiming how soft your man has gone since the two of you had met. It made you blush the first time you heard it, as well as when you hear it now, years later.

When you step out of that elevator, you stop for just a second to small-talk with the floor’s receptionist. Petra, is her name. You’re sure she actually had a little crush on your man, but you couldn’t blame her. He’s such a catch.

Two younger men who also worked under your boyfriend, Eren and Jean, are always delighted to see you and happen to greet you at the reception’s desk. Their mouths practically leak with drool as you entertain them for a couple minutes. You follow them to their desks parallel to each other, leaning over their shoulders to see what they're working on, and giving them a whiff of your expensive perfume their boss buys for you.

“You look amazing today, miss.” Jean comments, leaning back in his chair while his eyes practically fuck you.

“Yeah, it’s a real treat, for sure.” Eren butts in with that iconic boyish grin on his face.

Their rivalry is so apparent, they even try to one-up each other in the compliments they give you. It’s laughable, but oh so cute.

It isn’t until you hear a click of the tongue that the boys straighten up in front of you. As you turn around, you’re delighted to see the man of the day. Dressed in a black slacks, a white button up shirt, and sleeves folded up to his forearms, you flutter your lashes at him.

Levi Ackerman. CEO of Scout’s Enterprise, owner of several hundred stocks, and most importantly owner of your heart, body and soul.

“Hi, baby.” You coo, reaching your hands out to place them on his chest and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Any attention you gave to the two boys behind you is long diminished now and reserved for your man.

Several snickers are heard around the cubicles as they watch you unfold your loving wrath on the important man. Levi takes hold of your hands and grimaces, giving you a knowing look. You know he doesn’t like when you coddle him in front of his employees, they tease him.

You just can’t help it though. You’re so inlove with him.

“Break time. Get some lunch.” He shouts loud enough for everyone to hear. “And leave me the fuck alone of my break, will ya?” He adds, narrowing his eyes at the youngins.

Levi places a hand dangerously low on your back as he leads you to his personal office. His large door closes behind you two, completely drowning out the conversations on the main floor. As you stride towards the mahogany desk, you take note of the stacks of papers, binders, cup holders meant for expensive pens labeled with Levi’s name, and a well dusted picture frame of you two from a while back.

You initially gave it to him as a joke, Levi hated taking pictures when you two met. One date, you managed to snap a picture with him, and you suppose he took a liking to it. You smile at the frame, taking it in your hands and reminiscing on the particular day it was taken.

“Have you eaten?” Levi asks, hands in his pockets and facing you. For 30, Levi still looks as handsome as he did when you met him years ago.

You shake your head. “I’m not very hungry.” You reply, placing the frame back down in it’s respectable spot.

Levi teeters over to you slowly, and you watch him like a hawk. A smile forms on your lips as he starts timidly wrapping his arms around you and pushing your face to his chest. “Missed you.” He murmurs.

You smirk. “What was that, dear?”

“You heard me, you brat.” He huffs, his breath is hot against the exposed part of your chest. “Don’t be silly.”

You giggle. “It’s not silly for a girl to want to hear her boyfriend misses her.”

“Mm.” He responds with a small noise, rubbing your back with his strong hands. He tilts his head back and takes a nice look at you.

“You look great.” He compliments, eyes hungrily staring at your chest.

“Thank you, baby.” You sigh, taking his hand in yours and placing it against your cheek.

Your love language is touch. Which was unfortunate at the beginning of your relationship because Levi could barely stand next to you when he met you. Now? He can’t keep his hands off of you for his nor your sake. Any time spent together, you’re practically begging for his touch. And slowly, he learned to adapt to that.

A sudden knock on the door earns a scowl from the ravenette. Rudely, he calls out to whoever's on the other side. “Who the fuck is it?”

A small, timid figure emerges from behind that door. A blonde with golden hair and a cute face. Armin, you think his name is.

“I’m— m’ really sorry, sir. I just need to get a signature on this before 3PM.” He recites with a soft voice, offering a clipboard towards his boss.

“Why wasn’t this brought earlier, Arlert?” Levi barks, snatching the clipboard from the blonde’s dainty hands. He takes one of those pens printed with his name and scribbles an unintelligible sort of cursive. He looks at you, probably to see if you can believe the audacity of this intern but is surprised when your eyes have gone into a roll.

“I’m sorry, sir!” Armin squeaks, he bows at Levi. “Uh— enjoy your lunch!” He squeaks, hightailing it out of the room as soon as he’s gotten what he’s needed and closing the door behind him.

Levi sighs, and turns back to you with a squint. “What’s up?”

You blink at him. “Hm?”

Levi gladly elaborates. “I must be blind or something or I caught you rolling your eyes when that brat was in here.”

You laugh. “Oh, that.”

Levi’s eye twitches as you fail to explain yourself. “Well?”

You move from Levi’s desk with a sigh. Levi Ackerman is such a respectable man. He's a role model, a businessman, a diamond in the rough, if you will. He talks big because he knows his worth, and everyone obeys him because they have no interest in ever crossing him.

Except you.

“Everyone was looking at you, you know?“ He says, interrupting your train of thought as he grabs your cheeks in the palm of one hand. You smile as you realize he’s trying to change the subject, nervously because you failed to give him an answer to his previous question.

“Yes,” You nod. ”They always do. Why? Bothered, baby?” Your words come out muffled and Levi chuckles at the plush of your face squished between his fingers.

“I don’t give a damn what you wear.” He scoffs, shaking his head as he lets go on your face.“But I do mind what those fucking idiots daydream about in their head.” He strides to stand behind his desk. “Stop entertaining those fuckers.”

You turn yourself around and stand. “Who? Eren and Jean?” You say innocently.

“I said fuckers, didn’t I?”

You chuckle. “You don’t have to be so mean to them.” You inform him, pushing some strands of hair from your face. “And besides, it’s fun. They’re very easy to fluster.” You mention, tip-toeing your fingers up his firm chest. He fights demons to focus on your face and not your breasts that are so perfectly displayed in front of him. “Kind of reminds me of someone, don’t you think?”

Levi’s not down for the get down. He tenses up, shakes his head and starts putting together some papers, ignoring you. He mumbles something you can’t quite hear.

“What was that?” You ask, narrowing your eyes at him. It’s comical the way your voice sounds so pure, but your eyes say “don’t fuck with me.”

The ravenette says nothing. He simply shakes his head. “Mm.”

This makes you laugh, you just can’t help it. And as beautiful as your laugh is to your boyfriend, he knows when he’s made a mistake.

“Baby, you seem.. worked up.” You purr. The click of your heels on his floor lessen as you close in on him. Now, you’ve pushed him into a corner between his chair and you. You stand before him, ass pressed against his desk and a hand stationed to his chest.

You maintain eye contact with him like a predator hunts their prey.

“I’m starting to believe there is something bothering you.” You coo, looking him up and down and motioning him to take a seat in that big chair of his. He obeys, of course.

He sinks into submission as he’s guided into that leather. He bites his tongue, not wanting to mouth off because he knows the consequences of talking back. It’s part of the reason he’s at this point in the first place.

The truth is, he is bothered. It’s apparent with the way he feels blood rushing to his groin as he subconsciously spreads his legs.

“Baby.. it’s been three days. Can you please take it off?” He whines.

This pleases you in such a dark way, you can’t help the smirk that forms on your lips. “Oh, do you have manners now?” Your eyes trail down his body and lock on the small tent that has become more noticeable over the past minute.

Just under the fabric of his expensive slacks, and his expensive belt, encases a beautiful cock locked behind a chastity.

Levi grits his teeth as you stare down his pathetic face. He’s needy, and you don’t blame him. Your poor baby had been locked up for three days, that’s the longest he’s ever gone without a release.

“Well?” You taunt, kicking off your heels and settling on his desk. You work your feet up his pant leg, giggling at the way your stockings feel against the fabric. It tickles.

“I’m.. a little worked up.” He admits, watching how delicious your legs look in those black tights. He adores the way the sheen darkens where your legs and feet curve.

“And who’s fault is that?” Your feet make it’s detour toward his crotch. Gently, you hover your soles over his zipper and rub.

Levi grunts at just the smallest bit of friction. His hips buck, just like a bitch in heat. “It’s my fault.”

“What did you do wrong, Levi? Explain.” You ask, simultaneously adding more pressure to where he needs it most. It becomes a fun game of push and pull as he chases your touch with his pelvis.

“I was mean.” He mumbles. “But I’m sorry, I can be good now, I swear.” His pleads are like a symphony to your ears.

There’s nothing sexier than a man in a suit submitting to a little old you.

If you were less horny, and more capable of thinking straight, you’d probably tease him to death. But with Levi being locked up, you had to resort to toys to satisfy your needs and right now, you admit you need him just as much as he needs you.

“Really? You’ll be good?” You ask, extending your leg to land on his shoulder. He revels in your proximity and the view of lack of panties on your part.

“Yes, I p-promise.” He cries.

You slowly blink at his riled up figure, panting and red to the face. “Come show me how good that tongue is,” You spread your legs across his desk. “And then, we’ll talk about how good you’ve been.”

Levi is pouncing at you before you can even finish your sentence. He rushes to the floor, uncaring how rough the surface beneath his knees and goes straight to worshipping your soft legs.

He starts to kiss your calves, all while massaging your feet, relishing in the touch of your stockings. Slowly, he moves farther up your legs, making sure to not let a patch go unkissed. His lips are wet against the fabric, creating small patches of darkened cloth around your legs.

As he worships your bottom, your heart flutters at his determination to make you feel good. If there’s one thing Levi is known for, it's his will of paying attention to the things around him. Through this, he’s learned to be such an attentive lover to you, maybe too attentive at times but there’s no room to complain about that.

Levi knows what makes you tick and right now, you are ticking.

It was more a treat for him than you to decide to leave the house with no panties. Though you weren’t planning on having hot office sex on your boyfriend’s desk during his lunch break, you were thinking of the possibility. Luckily, Levi’s more than happy to have you in front of him all pretty like this. There’s something about the way your pussy being pressed against the lace of your tights that has him unable to stop himself from placing featherlight kisses on the area.

This act alone prys a small mew from your throat. His lips are so delicate against you.

“So pretty.” He murmurs, spreading your legs further apart. You find a comfortable position to place your legs on his shoulders and lean back on your elbows. You glance at his paperwork still lounging on his desk and chuckle. They’ll be long gone to the floor in no time.

Levi peers up at your face through the valley of your breasts, the sight only prompts him to kiss your pussy harder and needier. He moans against it, becoming frustrated he can’t actually feel it and roughly rips a whole in just the right place.

You raise a brow at him, slightly saddened for your stockings. He notices and blinks. “I’ll buy you a whole drawer of new ones.” He promises, then dives his tongue into your cunt.

The thought of promised clothing in your mind has vanished as you feel his hot tongue on you. “A-ah!” You squeak, surprised by the sudden pressure.

Levi smirks, then allows saliva to pool in his mouth and drip from his lips in an attempt to lather you up.

The way your pussy glistens in the light of his office sends waves of pleasure to his groin. He needs to get out of the cage and fast. And the assumed way is suspected to be by your pussy and his mouth.

Quickly, Levi flattens his muscle along your core, licking a nice and sensual stroke up and down to get you wanting more.

You buck your hips at him, beckoning for more and he gives it to you with no question. As he swirls around your folds, he grips your thighs harder to keep you still. You bring a hand to your mouth, trying your hardest to suppress the noises that dare escape your mouth.

“Fu—fuck. Baby, baby..” You whisper, nervously glancing at the door.

Had this not been your boyfriend’s job, you wouldn’t give a damn about making a peep. But even with people on their lunch break, there’s still a risk someone could have stayed behind.

Levi works your clit heavenly with circling fingers, causing your juices to escape your hole for only a quick second until his mouth is on it to eagerly lap up any spillage. He cycles this routine for minutes, causing you to nearly fall over the edge until he comes to an abrupt stop.

“You gotta take me out of this.” Levi whines, he places lazy kisses outside of your labia as he unbuckles his belt. “Please say you brought the key.”

You giggle at the sensation of his gentle lips against your puffy and aroused womanhood. “In my purse.” You mumble drunkenly, pointing to the corner of the room where your belongings lay. Levi quickly gets up, eager to be free as he rummages through the familiar bag. After all, he’s the one who bought you the purse.

He strides back to you, a silver key in, and hands the item to you. You take it with no begging and watch him undress his lower half. He looks at you once he’s finished, and you blink back.

His cock is strained against the metal, probably hot to the touch from wearing it for three days aside from bathing and using the restroom obviously. You bite your lips, smiling at the way it begs to be freed.

You dangle the metal key in your fingers. “I’m giving you one chance, baby.”

Levi nods in an instant, clearly ready to be free from the cage.

“Enough back talk, or next time, I’m leaving you in this for a week and forcing you to watch me fuck myself with my fingers.” You warn, scooting up to the edge of his desk and grabbing the lock.

“Am I making myself clear?” You firmly ask.

“Yes, ma’am.” He promptly answers.

There’s a small clicking noise, and then voila, he’s free.

Levi’s cock practically inflates and springs into action as he’s no longer under the metal restraint. He moans at your delicate touch pumping his reddened cock.

“So sensitive now, huh?” You tease him, rubbing your palm against the head of his dick.

He nods, knitting his brows together and moans. “F-fuck...shit.”

Levi leans back with you as you hop down from his desk, immediately falling to your knees and catching a glimpse of his enlightened face when he realizes what you’re doing. He shifts, walks back to his chair and plops down. His hand meets your cheek as you crawl over to his lap. There, you kiss his hips, then move to his definite v-line.

Levi’s a squirming mess beneath your touch. His dick is twitching in anticipation as you lick a small stripe up the underneath of his balls, something that drives him insane.

“Hah..” He pants profanities and other unintelligible words as you lap him up good.

You revel in his guttural moans, determined to induce a choir of sweet nothings to satisfy your ears. “You sound so precious, Levi.” You purr against his cock.

“Please..”

“Please what? What do you need?”

He whines as he feels the heat of your mouth barely grasping his length. “Please suck me..”

You chuckle. “You’re being so good, telling me what you want.”

He nods his head in agreement, but you’re sure he’s just too dumb to comprehend a proper answer. It’s adorable when he’s like this. So vulnerable and willing to be at your beck and call.

“Be good and stay still.” You tell him just before sinking your mouth around the tip of his cock.

He squirms, but he’s tolerating it as much as he can for being someone that’s been locked up for 72 hours.

Despite the wetness of your tongue, Levi’s soaked at his tip with pre cum. Levi is a leaker, and he used to be embarrassed about it up until you admitted how much you liked the taste of him. After that, he knew never to be ashamed of his bodily fluids. “So sweet.” You comment. “Like always.”

In a silent answer, Levi’s cock pulsates against your tongue. You hum around the length, letting the vibrations add the right amount of pleasure. He groans a little too loud.

“You better keep quiet, baby. Do you want everyone to hear you sounding like a whore?”

He whimpers as quietly as he can. He knows you’re right but you don’t have to sound so sexy while you tell him.

You slowly lower him deeper into your mouth, using your hand to help sheath any exposed cock that your mouth can’t quite get at the moment.

Levi shuts his eyes tight, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as you start to bob your head around him. He’s in pure euphoria when you lazily grab his hand to snake through your hair.

Your hair is so soft in between his fingers. It fucks him up. You in general are just so soft and sweet, and being given the right to defile you actually makes him harder. He doesn’t mind being whored out by you, he could live the rest of his life happy this way.

You’re making a mess, and you’re making it fast. Spit and pre cum have spilled out from beyond your lips and dripped down his pelvis. The sensation tickles his balls, making him moan in bliss.

This alone has him close.

“Baby, I—“

You shush him as you come up for air. “I know, I know. You’re close, hm?”

His brows are knitted together when he nods a yes.

“Good. You know when to ask permission, right? Or are you too dumb off my mouth to remember?” You wait for his answer with your hands gliding up and down his slick cock. You even rub a thumb against his slit.

He struggles to answer but eventually, he lets out a, “I can.. I can remember.”

“Good boy.”

He can hear the smile on your lips.

Nothing prepared him for the way you latch onto his cock and suck the soul out of him. With your hand preoccupied with his balls, you have no way to stop the way he grips your hair in both hands and whines. Your tongue swirls around any veins you can find, and tears start to shed as you push your throat’s limits into fitting his beautiful cock down your windpipe.

The tightness of your throat winds him up. He has no control of the way he throbs and swells around you.

“I— Can I, fuck, can I cum?” He cries, loud and uncaring for who hears.

“Cum for me, Levi.” You reply roughly as you tear away from his cock. You’re back around him in an instant as he shakes deeper down your throat.

“A—ah fuck!” He yelps, keeping your head still with his grip as he cums hard with an insane shudder. His seed travels hot and thick down your throat, with the remaining liquid dripping down his tip when you pull away to swallow.

Levi’s is fucked out on his chair, spewing absolute nonsense as you lap up whatever cum you’ve missed. He traces along the side of your face with his fingers, smiling and content.

“I love you.” He gushes, voice hoarse and deep.

You smile into his palm, nuzzling his strong hand. “I love you.” You whisper back.

With a couple seconds to recoup, Levi is quick to stand and bring you with him. His stamina startled you in the beginning of your relationship, but now, you’ve learned he only needs so long before he’s up and running again.

Levi discards his papers on his desk with a flick and makes room to place you down comfortably. He kisses you with great passion, taking your breath away as well as your right to speak. You mumble a noise against his plush lips.

“Hm?” He mumbles.

“Lunch break is almost over.” You reply, an anxious smile takes over your mouth.

“It’s fine.” He insists. He places soft kisses against the sensitive part of your neck, instantly pushing you into submission. “It’s your turn now, kitten.”

only for tonight | toji

✧ pairings ; toji fushiguro x sorcerer!fem!reader

✧ summary ; your mission was supposed to eliminate the sorcerer killer not to fuck him

✧ includes ; enemies to lovers (?) + dubcon + size kink + heavy breeding kink + exhibitionism + forced breeding (?) + gun play (?) + oral (m. recieving) + toji’s breeding balls + belly bulge + cuminflation + dacryphilia + degradation + dumbification + creampie + praise + use of the word k*ll, 

✧ wc ; 2.9k

— ahh this is my entry for @sugawara-sweetheart decadence collab, this is an honor i luv her. special thanks to @anime-nymph​ ,  @mahitochan​ and @semisgroupie for beta reading this ILYSM <3

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“Haven’t I seen you before, sweetheart?” 

Toji Fushiguro says under a raspy tone as a dangerous smile curls on his lips. He plays with the drink in his hands, observing from the corner of his eyes how you shift awkwardly on your seat.

 Ignoring his question, you call the bartender, eliciting a humorless chuckle from the bulky man next to you. 

And you wonder, why the fuck did you think this was a good idea.

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not to be a total slut but I would love to be toji fushiguro's housewife. love to just stay at home and keep his house in order and watch over baby 'gumi. every morning you would wake up and make breakfast for the three of you, grabbing megumi when he wakes up cause toji is such a hard-working dad that he needs as much sleep as he can get. and when he'd come down for breakfast, hair all mussed and messy, voice low and sleepy, ughhh he would come up and give 'gumi a kiss on the forehead with a soft morning champ before coming over to you. he'd grab your ass under the oversized shirt of his you wore, the other hand gripping your hip as he pulls you against his strong body. a kiss to your shoulder, then cheek before you turn your head and allow him to give you a morning kiss. uggghhhh it'd be so slow and passionate, his tongue slipping past your lips and curling against yours. toji would groan into your mouth, pushing his hips into you so you feel his hardening cock, feel just what you did to him. how you'd love for him to pull your panties down and slip into you, fucking you against the counter with his hands in your hair or on your hips, your own gripping the stone knuckles turning white as you desperately tried not to fall apart on him. brrrr anyway, megs is in the high chair behind y'all so that's not happening for a while but to wake up every morning, next to the roughed up sorcerer killer seeing his scared and bruised skin glowing in the early morning light and knowing just how violent and he was vicious but none of that came through when he was with you or megumi. how you wouldn't have been able to tell he killed for a living from the way he held onto his son, so delicately as if the boy would break if toji held him a bit too hard. ughhhhh please, i just wanna be toji's wife and have his babies. pls

MY EMOTIONS ARE NAKED, THEY’RE TAKING ME OUT OF MY MIND

special thanks to @fanouropita ​for contributing to this work

୨୧ featuring: kaeya + diluc, heizou + itto, alhaitham + cyno, tartaglia + pantalone x fem reader 

ଘ cw: smut, threesome, public sex, handjob, nipple play, fingering, oral sex, multiple orgasms, pet names, voyeurism, mild monster fucking (itto & heizou’s part), masturbation, rough sex, double penetration, spanking, dacryphilia, forced orgasms, breeding kink, creampie, degradation kink, dumbification 

୨୧ synopsis: the only thing better than one man is two

ଘ wc: 4.7k

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─ "You planning on coming back to bed anytime soon or what?"

You look over your shoulder at the sound of your husband's hoarse voice, wincing a little at the thought that you’d woken him up.

( Or rather, she did…)

However, between the two of you, you were the only one with enough self-awareness to feel guilt over it. Your daughter, on the other hand, continues teething on the strap of your nightgown as you try to make her a bottle, not a care in the world aside from her hunger.

"Soon, I promise. I'm sorry we woke you up."

Ran waves a hand at you in dismissal as he pushes himself up off of the wall he’d been leaning against.

"It’s fine, love. Wasn't sleeping anyway."

You give him a remorseful smile when he fails to hide his yawn, arms extended as he stretches. He grins and follows you into the living room, sitting on the arm of the couch, watching the two of you with the attentiveness of a husband and father. He slouches a little as he looks down to peek at her over your shoulder. Big, watery eyes stare back at him as his daughter continues biting at the fabric, tiny fists holding on to the thin strap for dear life.

She drools some more as you screw the cap shut, scrunching your nose at the feeling. Your husband snorts at the sight, poking a finger into the fat of her cheek.

"She's gross."

You turn to kiss her cheek as she reaches her sticky fingers out towards her father.

"I know she is. She’s teething," you say, words muffled against her baby soft skin.

He leans further into you both, bumping his nose against hers gently.

“Stinky girl, aren't you?”

He pulls back to kiss your forehead, reaching for her in the process.

"Come here, baby. Let's give your mama a break."

"Go put a shirt on, she'll spit up on you too."

"Nah, it'll be fine."

You shrug and stand to go wipe her drool off of you. He’ll find out soon enough, you think. She's temporarily satisfied with sitting on her father's lap, babbling at him in a language he didn’t quite understand just yet. He plays along nonetheless while tiny fingernails scratch at his tattooed skin, as if she had a message of immediate importance she needed to deliver. He moves a hand to support her back, the other reaching for her palm as he splays it against his own. His eyes soften at the sight and he shakes his head to rid himself of the emotions creeping up. Clearing his throat, he calls out to you, motioning towards her fist.

“Did we not just cut these?”

You turn around, sighing as your line of sight falls onto the nails digging into his skin. The teething alone had proven to be overwhelming, but to watch as she continued to grow, as she grew faster every day ─ you often wondered if his chest felt as tight as yours. There was nothing the two of you could do to stop the inevitability of it all─ nothing but bear witness to every phase and every stage.

“I’ll try and do them again when she falls asleep. I think she’s been scratching at herself too.”

He lays her in his lap, inspecting her limbs. There’s a long faded red mark on the left side of her thigh, and another on the underside of her arm.

“Jeez, baby. What’s the deal?” He kisses her nose and she giggles, lifting a spit covered hand to tug at his hair. He makes a face of disgust at her and you laugh as you make your way over with the bottle, handing it to him.

…

He tried.

He really did.

But her happiness was short lived, as she turned this way and that to avoid the bottle in his hand.

“Why is she only like this when I try to feed her?” He furrows his brows, begging her to ease up on him. She refuses to indulge him and you feel his insecurities fester.

It was a constant worry of his throughout your pregnancy, one that he hadn’t voiced till you got closer and closer to your due date. He was scared that she’d hate him ─ terrified that she’d be better off without him.

Though it had proven to be difficult, you’d done what you could to reassure him. It wasn’t until the nurse had first placed her in his arms that he understood what it all meant ─ what it was all supposed to mean. There was a role he was meant to fulfill, and with the surge of emotions he constantly felt around her, he didn’t think it would be difficult at all. He’d avoided your gaze at the time, concealing the tears he had shed over her ─ the child that was part him and part you.

When the two of you had fallen asleep, he had kept watch, leaning over the bassinet to stare at her, long finger hesitantly stroking the skin of her cheek. He’d wondered then, how it was possible for a father to abandon his own kin… He wondered how his father had been able to do it to them. He didn’t understand it at all. He doesn’t think he ever will.

─

He winces as she kicks at him, cheeks red and angry. His heart hurts as she cries.

“What the hell did I do? What happened?”

“It’s not you, baby. I told you, she's teething."

He looks at you in confusion, stress etching his face. You kiss his jaw before you reach for her ─ a weak attempt at easing his concern.

"Ran, go back to bed. You have work tomorrow. I'll stay up with her here."

"No."

“No? Why not?”

You hold her against your shoulder, rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her. You adored them both, you really did. But when his attitude clashed with hers, your exhaustion increased tenfold, and all you could do was wait for it to pass over.

You think he senses this, listening to him groan as he leans back into the couch.

“Can’t you just bring her back to our room? I can handle the crying, it’s fine. I’ll take her back to her crib when I get up in a couple hours. Just ─ “

He cuts himself off and looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck. You wonder what it was that he had wanted to say.

Let me be there.

Don’t do this on your own.

Don’t leave me alone.

It didn’t matter. You understood.

“Can I ─ ?”

You hum, nodding as he takes her out of your arms once more. You follow him back to the room and he lifts her up high into the air as she cries and cries and cries.

“God, you’re annoying.”

You smile as he brings her close to him, biting her cheek.

“Just like your mama”

You punch him in his gut and glare at him as he chuckles, throwing an arm over your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

─

He tries to feed her again once you settle into bed while you look over his shoulder at her reluctance to even consider the bottle.

“Okay, she hates me.”

You laugh at the look of terror on his face and press a kiss to his shoulder.

“I think she just doesn’t want the bottle,” you hum, leaning for the small towel you kept beside the bed.

“She’s not hungry?”

“No, she is.”

“So what’s the problem?”

You sigh.

“You won’t get everything you want all the time, you know,” you coo at her as she fusses in your arms. “Your dad is trying very hard.”

His heart melts at the sight ─ at the sight of you, the sight of her, the sight of you and her.

You pull at the strap of your nightgown and she latches onto you eagerly, wincing as she bites at you in an attempt to soothe her gums.

“Oh. Yeah I can’t help her in that department.”

You smile at him softly, brushing the hair out of her face as she finally calms down. He lays beside you, head propped up against his palm as he watches. You figure his eyes are on her, not paying him any mind as you wipe at the drool around her mouth. It’s only when you look up that you realize his gaze had been fixed on you the entire time, filled with all the love in the world.

"What?" you whisper.

"You're sexy.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you laugh. His smile grows at the sound.

“Perv.”

He presses a kiss to the back of your hand, pressing another to your wrist, making his way up, higher and higher ─

The two of you are brought back to reality when she whimpers at the disturbance, tiny grip tightening against your gown.

He gets closer, leaning his head against you as he watches her.

“My apologies, your highness. Please, continue.” He gestures to your exposed chest as she stares at him. You bite your lip in an attempt to hold back your laughter at his comment, not wanting to startle her.

The two of you watch as she fights against the sleep that had filled her veins, slowly succumbing to it. You cover yourself, laying her down onto the bed as her blinking slows and her breathing evens out.

“Can you take her back?”

He nods, lifting her into his arms gently, heart warming when she nuzzles her cheek into his shoulder. He presses soft kisses to her mussed up hair all the way to her nursery. It was late. He’d have to be up in a few hours and he was certain she’d be up too…yet a part of him couldn’t help but miss her already.

Your daughter had one of the most powerful men in Tokyo wrapped around her tiny finger and she didn’t even know it.

─

You’re waiting for him to get back and turn off the lamps when he walks in with a deadpan look on his face. You blink at the substance on his chest and he glares as laughter overtakes you.

“I tol-”

“Yeah, yeah. You told me so. I know.” He rolls his eyes, as he heads to the restroom. He walks out a few minutes later, talking to you absentmindedly while he looks down, adjusting the waistband of his sweats.

“Babe?” He looks up when he isn’t met with a response, guilt flooding his veins.

You had fallen asleep.

There weren’t enough hours in the day anymore, it seemed ─ not enough at night either. He shakes his head at the chaos your daughter must put you through while he was away and figures he should kneel before you and kiss your feet in appreciation. Ran turns the remaining lights off before covering you with a blanket, pulling you into his arms.

His voice is low as he speaks into the darkness of the room. I love you, he says, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. He says it again as he kisses your ring finger.

He thinks of tomorrow ─ thinks of kissing you goodbye with his daughter on your hip. He thinks of your grip on her tiny wrist, helping her wave at him as he pulls out of the driveway. He thinks of how terribly he aches to come back home as soon as he leaves.

The thought had crossed his mind a few times during your pregnancy, but he finds that recently, it’s all he’d been able to think about.

Ran wonders if retirement would be an option for him.

He wonders how Rindou would react. He wonders what Mikey would say (or if he’d even allow it). And he wonders how you would feel about it. You, who waited for him. You, who had been so patient with him time and time again. You, who had given him more love than he’d ever expected (more than he thought he deserved) in the form of your daughter.

You, his lover, his wife.

He thinks he knows the answer as his grip tightens against you.

He would need to schedule a meeting with Mikey soon.

👉👈 can we have more nsfw twitter links please 🙏

— ୨୧₊˚ 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬

over 50 links featuring gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, enjoy

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

Gojo making you ride him

Gojo inviting you, the shy girl, to his dorm

Gojo breeding you

Gojo fucking you from the back

Gojo taking you for a ride in his car

Your step bro Gojo got distracted while teaching you to play the piano

Gojo fucking you in an elevator

How Gojo fucks you when he’s mad

The reason Gojo invested in a self driving car

Gojo can’t stop messily breeding you full

Gojo eating you out a new position

Fucking your son’s best friend

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

Geto spanking you on camera

Geto loves your ass

Geto giving you backshots

Geto fucking you in his car before he brings you home to your parents

Your fuck buddy Geto is careful to not cum in you

Older bf Geto fingering you

Geto taking his anger out on you

Geto making you suck him off

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Dilf! Nanami’s cock is too big to fit, so you improvise

Nanami fucking you

Riding Nanami’s face

Fucking professor Nanami

Nanami eating you out

Nanami playing with his baby girl’s pussy

Nanami breeding your cunny full

Nanami making you squirt through your panties

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Toji fingering you in the store

Toji making you get a back tattoo for when he fucks you from behind

Toji’s way of stopping you from squirming

Fucking your best friend’s dad Toji

Dilf! Toji fucking you in the ass so your boyfriend doesn’t notice

Your dad’s best friend touching you

Car sex with older bf Toji

A compilation of all the videos Toji’s recorded fucking you

Toji overstimulating you with a vibrator

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Sukuna putting a leash round your neck

Sukuna fucking you, his little brother’s best friend

A walk with your boyfriend Sukuna turns into him cumming on your face

Sukuna making you watch porn and telling you to recreate it

Riding Sukuna

Sukuna fucking you slow

Riding dad’s best friend Sukuna

Sukuna fucking and breeding you hard

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

Giving Choso a handjob

Choso licking your clit after cumming in you

Choso eating you out

Choso asking his step sis to pull down her panties for him

Giving Choso a thigh job

Choso cumming from rubbing his clothed dick on your clothed ass

Giving Choso a foot job

Choso asks to try something new

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥.

—cw: gn!reader, term 'doll' is used, rough sex, switching positions, doggy style, mating press, unprotected, creampie, crying(pleasure tears), haven't proofread. Just my morning thoughts.

You know, Toji is so big that for him it's so easy to throw you around while being balls deep inside you. The veins on his big biceps look so hot when he lifts you up to change positions. The scar near his pelvic area slaps against your ass. His cock fills up your hole perfectly when he is fucking you from behind.

"Fuck, babe. You complain about my cock being too big, yet you take me like a champ," he whispers in your ear. He moves away from your ears, holding a fist of your hair. He yanks it back so now your moans aren't suppressed by the pillow. You let out the nastiest and loudest moan. Fuck, he loves it so much.

Toji holds your waist and turns you around.

"T-toji, ah—"

"Wanna see your pretty face when you cry for my cock, baby." You bite your lip, and cover your face from the embarrassment but he slaps your hand away, holding them above your head.

"Don't you fucking dare steal my entertainment, darling," the animalistic lust in his eyes forces out multiple loud moans from you, earning a smile from him. "Now that's what I am talking about."

Toji folds you in half with your legs pressed against your chest and climbs on you. You know what's about to come. He has you in mating press and pushes his dick as far as he can with a loud slap of your skin.

"AH! Fuck," you cry from the overwhelming feeling. He is fucking you so hard. Dick so deep inside you, you can't even breathe normally. He loves it. You are so fragile under his touch that he feels like he might break you in half. But you love it. You love when his cock is hitting the right spot. You love the feeling of his cum spilling inside you. Your thoughts drive you to your orgasm, walls spasming against his dick which results in you milking him. You feel warm and ticklish when he pulls out.

"Next is your mouth. I wanna fill all your holes." Your body is so fucked at this moment. Yet, you roll your tongue out like his good doll you are. His dick twitches at the sight in front of him. Oh he is going to ruin you tonight.

So you know how I wrote about how Sakuna slowly falls in love with you but he’d never admits it until his dying breath…. Well here’s this:

You didn’t realize that these where probably your last moment’s with Yuji. You sat in his room, at the edge of the bed, holding back tears. “I don’t want you to cry.” He told you, Yuji hasn’t been able to look you in the eyes for a while since he realized that he was going to die a lot sooner than they originally believed. He was going to wrap his arm around your shoulder and hold you close but you shot up from your seat, slapping his hand away. “You just had to be the damn hero, didn’t you!” He looked up at you with shock, this was the first time in a long time that you raised your voice at him like that- full of anger and fear… Sakuna could feel it and so could he, “What happened to our happy ever after?! Was that all a lie to you?! Did you just forget when you made the decision to be the hero?! DO I NOT MATTER TO YOU?!” 

His heart sank, he could see the tear dropping from your face while you screamed at him. “No y/n, that’s not it… I promise that’s not it.” He tried to stay calm and touch you again, hold you for the last time but, something snapped in you. “AND YOU SAKUNA! YOU FUCKING COWARD! YOU THINK YOU’RE SO GODLY?! YOU NEED A FUCKING BODY JUST TO STAY CONCIOUS- WHAT KIND OF GOD ARE YOU TO BE RUINING SOMEONES LIFE, SOMEONES FUTURE?!” Although you knew it wasn’t his fault, you took a swing at Yuji and he let you hit him, over and over and over again. But Sakuna was pissed off that his vessle was letting himself get beat up by a woman, why would he ever do that? 

Sakuna switched with Yuji and held both of your wrist together, earning a small whimper from you. He’d forgot how fradgile human skin was. 

But that’s when you began to pull, to tug on his hands- Sukuna wasn’t even looking at you while you tried to cause him harm. But he took a glance at your small figure.

Tired and worn out from fighting back emotions. 

“There’s no point in fighting little one… The deed will be done and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Fuck you.”

“It is not my fault your lover decided to eat my finger and he continues to do so.”

“Shut up.”

“And like I said, there is nothing you could do about it.” His head whipped to the side, you caught him off guard… You slapped him. “I said shut up!” This time, you looked into his eyes. “I DON’T CARE IF IT’S A DONE DEAL! YOU RUINED MY LIFE. YOU RUINED YUJIS FUTURE. FUCK.YOU” 

He now understood why Yuji was letting himself get hurt. The look in your eyes. It was enough to cause ruin to a whole village of people, a gloom that could destroy lives. Redness that painted your nose, you’re flushed cheeks, and the sad puffy eyes.

 “Fuck you- fuck you- fuck you.” With every vulgar word, Sakuna let you hit and scratch at him, but to him, it only felt like a tap. “You ruined my life and my future!” He watched you begin to cry again, “You ruined it.” You sobbed, your body going numb before he let you lean against his body. “You ruined his life…” You repeated slowly, sobbing into his arms, that now wrapped around you body.

A deep slumber took over you when he caressed your head with his nails, carefull not to scratch your thin skin. “I-” He muttered, “I’m sorry little one…”

On his last days, you ignored him, even if it was Yuji.

His heart ached to be with you again but he understood that, that was your way to cope. Slowly distancing yourself from whoever you knew you where about to lose.

Little did the two of you know that Yuji and Sakuna would lose you first.

Blood dripped from the corner of your mouth, coughing it up as Yuji held you in his hands. This time, not even Sakusa could had seen it happen. They thought the monster was dead- until it came behind you and pierced his hand through your stomatch. Your hand was cupping his cheek, caressing his cheek and ocassionally grazing over Sakunas eye… That was the first time you’ve showed Sakuna physical kindless. “I love you…” You muttured, Yuji becan to shake his head. “No, no, no. I wasn’t supposed to lose you!” 

“I know Yuji… I know.”

Yuji shook his head, “You where supposed to live a long life and get over me… maybe have kids one day… and maybe name one of them Yuji- you know.” The small laugh that escaped your chest turned into a cough and then a sad smile. “I’m sorry yuu…”

You closed your eyes, “Please don’t leave me.” He croaked. “Little one, please.”

“I’m still here…” You whispered, trying to tightened your grip on Sakunas hand. “I’m sorry I never showed you the kindness you deserved.”

The demon shook his head, and for once, smiled- a soft sweet smile. “You showed me all the kindness in the world y/n with your vulgar words.” His laugh caused tears to fall onto your cheek. “A demon who weeps… who knew.” Your hand lightly scratched his skin. “Will we ever meet again?”

“Maybe in another life little one… maybe.”

“Good…” Your hand left his cheek with a scratch as it fell back to your body. He didn’t realize you where becoming cold already. Sakuna lifted your body and handed it over to Megumi. “The deal we had is off. Good luck getting Yuji back in control.”

I woke up and chose violence today :)

MERRY CHRISTMAS U DIRTY ANIMALS