Imagine Toji with a very talkative younger girlfriend who doesn’t know when to ever shut the fuck up, your words tumbling out your mouth faster than he can even process. Toji is an older man who’s in his damn 40s, tired and worn out after a long day of chasing and murdering a bunch of fools, not as young and energetic as you so sometimes he just lets out a deep, exhausted sigh and…

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up and let this loud pussy do all the talking?” He meanly grumbled in a hoax tone as his toned pelvis rudely smacks against the soft, rippling flesh of your meaty ass. His vicelike grip tightened on your hips, calloused fingers digging into the flesh just enough to make you arch deeper into his body.

The nasty sounds of your wet, squelching little cunt filled his ears and the entire room, it’s as if it was thanking him for his rough pounding every time he dives his cock deeper in with relentless force.

“Fuck you hear that? He rasped, his voice thick with sheer amusement. “So fucking greedy and loud for my fat cock” The deep, sexy timbre of his voice only had your horny hole drooling even more over his shaft, warm pearlescent slick coating him in a way that made him even harder when he feels it gradually spreading around him. Your whimpers were caught in your throat, babbling something incoherent that he doesn’t give a single fuck about.

“Nah, don’t start runnin’ your fucking mouth now”, he chuckled darkly. A heavy hand coming down to land a firm slap on the swell of your ass, making you jolt and bury your face further into the pillows, trying to muffle the gasps that are escaping your lips.

Your body trembled, overstimulated and desperate. Your poor thighs twitching as he kept up his brutal pace that only he could possibly possess. His cock was splitting you open in two halves as he craves his dick shape into you at the same time. Each deep thrust knocked the air from your lungs, leaving you gasping for air. It’s as if he’s handling your cunt like some grippy fuckhole for him to take his exhaustion and frustration out on.

"You were talkin' so damn much earlier," he mocked, one big hand sliding up your spine to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back so you could hear him clearer. His lips brushed against your ear, his voice nothing but a low, taunting growl. "Where's all that mouth now, huh?".

You tried to form words, tried to respond, but all that left your lips was a high-pitched moan, a sound that only seemed to stroke the older man’s fucking ego even more.

"That's what I thought," he sneered, slamming his hips flush against yours in a mean, abusive way— grinding deep before pulling back just to repeat the same punishing rhythm. "Guess this greedy fuckin' pussy is the only thing that knows how to answer me right now”.

i like to think that when you’re dating satoru there’s this ongoing “competition” of sorts as to who can show the other they love them the most. you buy him a muffin, he buys you flowers, you take him out on a date, he books a hotel for a weekend. it’s a fun thing you have, constantly upscaling it till he’s renting out a whole restaurant and you’re practically baking a wedding cake and neither of you a willing to back down, always brainstorming new ways to “out do” the other.

one day you come home, and there’s just flowers everywhere in your apartment. you’re happy, maybe a bit overwhelmed, hugging him and kissing him. and then,

“toru, how on earth am i supposed to out do you on this one?”

you’re almost pouty, glaring at him so cutely. satoru thinks he might combust and has to hold himself back from squeezing you too hard.

a couple days later you get a single rose. somehow you seem more excited than when you got 20 bouquets because this means the game is on again. time to look up single serve brownie recipes.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ UNCLE KENTO.

• Tw - a bit dubcon, vibrator usage, age gap. Idk what this is. Not proofread

Dad’s best friend Kento pressing the pink vibrator that he found hidden inside your drawer flushed against your swollen clit while you’re sitting on his stiff cock. He’s buried all the way inside of your cramped cunt— filling up every existing space to the brim.

You can feel his plump, mushroom-shaped tip expertly pressing and rubbing against your sensitive g-spot as he places gentle kisses on your temple, urging you to stay quiet or else your parents will hear from the other room.

“Nanami… it feels weird—“ you whimpered softly, You stared down at the buzzing wand that’s assaulting your poor clit— the vibrating sensation making your legs tingled because of how overwhelming it felt along with his cock molding your insides at the same time. It was nothing that you’ve felt before.

It was quite embarrassing to have your dad’s best friend seeing you all exposed like this, considering how close and familiar Kento has always been with you and your parents. He’s practically like family so It made you rather, shy.

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PICTURE ME LIKE I PICTURE YOU

pairing: uraume x gn! reader x sukuna
contents: sfw, angst themes, fluff-ish, (don't look at me idk either ok), heian period, non-sorcerer reader, reader has a scar, blood and murder in the background, no specified relationship between anyone, but implied that reader is with sukuna, mentions of reader having a difficult past/trauma
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No one knows how you got there. One day you just were, on his throne. You were soft; you were soft for as long as Uraume knew you. Soft, with kind eyes and gentle hands. Not one of the servants ever really heard you speak, but they saw you with Uraume, saw you with him. 

You must’ve been taken here against your will, they concluded. They whispered it in hallways and kitchens, hushed voices and careful words, as though the King of Curses could've appeared out of nothing and ripped them apart. There was simply no other explanation, they said to each other, heads lowered as they cleaned, and cooked, and worked with trembling hands. 

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Miss You Already

"Toji, you do this every time." You have your massive bear of a man clinging to you, watching you through the mirror on your vanity as you apply lipstick. He watches your fingers mold around the cylindrical make up product, before his attention shifts to the dark, bloody shade of red that you're smearing on your lips.

"Do you really wanna go? You don't have to. You can stay in with me," he suggests, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

You smile at him through the mirror, already noting the subtle longing expression on his face, though, you haven't even left, yet. "I'll be back, baby." You drop the lipstick into your make up bag and zip it up, taking one final look at yourself in the mirror to see if anything needs to be adjusted or tidied up.

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(minors / ageless / blank blogs dni) ok but do you know how quick sukuna would fold in an argument if he ever made you cry?

we know he can get there. we know he can be difficult to communicate. but picture this:

he barks another reply, his responses always so sharp. the frustration gets you riled up and you can’t help but sniffle, can’t help but let the welling tears finally fall. you turn your back to him, your shoulders slump and miss the moment where the realization strikes him, where all the irritation and anger inside him evaporates.

“you…you can be such an ass…” you murmur, choking out a sob as you wipe your tears.

you don’t want him to see you.

two arms are around your waist then, “I’m sorry,” he huffs, “fuck, angel, I’m sorry, please don’t cry…”

and you turn to his embrace, because you love him. because his apologies are incredibly sincere towards you, and you alone. his voice is suddenly so gentle, his words chosen ever carefully.

yes, he can be vicious and rabid - but not towards you. never towards you. the guilt eats him up alive.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, keeping you firmly against him. his chin resting atop your head, one hand massaging the back of your neck.

people say he’s incapable of this, but his love towards you is immeasurable regardless of their opinion. they don’t understand and they never will. but in a moment like this he will always hold himself accountable, reminding himself never to cross this particular line with you.

you should never taste his cruelty, no matter how natural it exists within him.

so, when he cups your cheek in his palm, his eyes drooping in regret, you know that he recognizes his mistake. his thumb wipes away the tears, his lips pressing to the apple of your cheek. “I’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, “I lost my temper”

you squeeze your hand around the fabric of his clothing, another shaky breath leaving you. but when you gaze up at him from underneath your lashes, you know you’ve already forgiven him.

he rests his forehead against yours, another kiss follows but it’s a peck to your lips.

“you need to work on that,” you pout, your hands reaching for his jaw and he melts between your fingers like butter.

“I’m trying,” he exhales, mostly disappointed in himself. “I’m trying…”

like idk what it is probably yet another thing to add to the “she needs to be studied in a lab” document someone has running but I rly do have such a hard time when people pay for things I can do for them for free. my friends paying for meal prep services like truly call me on a Saturday afternoon and I’ll come do that for you im a great cook you know that. paying for books when I can find you a pdf. paying for shit I can do for you and will do for you for free bc I love you is nuts!!!!!

idkfkdndndnd like this isn’t acts or service love language this is just me being obsessed with being needed I think

like how utterly BEAUTIFUL is the desperation in the way he’s frantically stumbling around and slamming you into the walls, grasping your arms like ur gonna disappear??? lmao lmao lmao lmaoooooooo

SAVE A HORSE RIDE A WHAT???? 📢

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older bf!nanami scolds you for being messy but brushes it off when you pout at him, so now he's always organizing your stuff for you, folding the clothes you throw on a chair, cleaning and organizing your drawers, making sure you know where all your belongings are by always putting them in the same spot.

older bf!nanami cooks your favorite meals even when he's exhausted from work, loving when you sit down and pretend to help him, always looking at the pots over his shoulder and asking him when it's gonna be ready. his cooking skills are amazing and he makes sure you're eating well by letting you sit on his lap while you eat, kissing your cheeks everytime you compliment his cooking.

older bf!nanami doesn't care if you're out at a party at 2am and he just finished some paper work, he's not letting you come back in an uber or letting someone else drive you home. he's there as soon as you text him, carrying you inside the house after you tell him how bad your feet hurt.

older bf!nanami plans everything, especially trips, he loves searching for the most beautiful spots to take photos of you with his polaroid camera, he picks the best restaurants that have the food you like and encourages you to try new stuff. he likes including your ideas too, theme parks, cute little cafés and other tourist spots.