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THE LAST OF US
pairing: husband!nanami x wife!fem!reader x orphan!itadori
synopsis: nanami kento's twenty-seventh birthday was the day the world he knew drastically changed. an unknown infection spreading through their quaint world, turning neighbors against neighbors and making nanami and his wife run from their home — leaving behind the life they knew for the uncertainty of survival. nine years later, toughened by loss and the fall of civilization, they cross parts with yuji — a child, immune, and a possible key to everything. in an environment where trust is dangerous and hope is fading, nanami is faced with unbearable choices: protect what's left of his heart or risk it all for something greater.
warnings: modern/non canon au, the last of us au, major character death, heavy angst, violence, gore, grief, emotional trauma, virus outbreak, moral ambiguity, ptsd themes, weapon usage, survivors guilt, child endangerment, apocalyptic themes, post outbreak, themes of love and loss, feelings of hopelessness, mild horror elements, suggestiveness, usage of she/her for reader
director's note: this was one of the first things i shared on this account back in may, and it is so dear to me. i was so excited to share it back then, that i skipped proof reading/editing — so, here we are new and improved. adding my current writing style to better portray my sweet little family. please take care of yourself while reading, and i hope you love them as much as i do! (dividers by @/saradika)
EPISODE ONE: THE BIRTHDAY PROMISE
EPISODE TWO: FAST CAR
EPISODE THREE: THE SUN ALWAYS SHINES ON T.V
EPISODE FOUR: THIS BITTER EARTH
EPISODE FIVE: WHITE FLAG
EPISODE SIX: NEVER LET ME DOWN AGAIN
soundtrack
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welcome to the north pole!
santa's helpers are hard at work this holiday season! we're tinkering away in his workshop to bring you 12 gifts before christmas day. whether your present is sweet and fluffy like the marshmallows in your cocoa, or hot and spicy like mulled wine, each is wrapped with care and shared with love.
meet the four little elves that are making your gifts: @motel6killer @coralbae @heaveninruins @whimsic
now… open your stockings so we can deliver these packages! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )
SANTA'S LIST
on the 13th... stoner!choso nice ۶ৎ baking edibles on christmas morning!
on the 14th... boyfriend!gojo nice ۶ৎ family letters to santa (ft. the fushikiddos)
on the 15th... boyfriend!sukuna naughty ۶ৎ your boyfriend takes you on a trip to the north pole!
on the 16th... husband!gojo nice ۶ৎ waking up on christmas morning with your husband
on the 17th... himbo!sukuna naughty ۶ৎ what’s better than your situationship under the tree?
on the 18th... costar!toji naughty ۶ৎ mrs.claus helps santa empty his giant sack!
on the 19th... dilf!toji naughty ۶ৎ he's got a new toy for you this christmas
on the 20th... husband!suguru nice ۶ৎ staying inside together on a snowy day
on the 21st... older bf!toji naughty ۶ৎ your boyfriend will kiss anything under the mistletoe
on the 22nd... fiance!nanami naughty ۶ৎ staying warm by the fireplace
on the 23rd... bully!suguru naughty ۶ৎ all he wants for christmas is you... to be filled
on the 24th... husband!nanami nice ۶ৎ you and your family prepare for santa’s arrival!
want a present under your tree? comment to be added to the taglist! and we'll be sure to climb in your chimney! (must be 18+)
bang bang (my baby shot me down)
pairing outlaw!ryomen sukuna x baby mom afab!reader
synopsis far removed from a fleeting, forbidden summer romance, you discover that the most wanted gang leader in the west left you with something irreplaceable — his baby. five years later, raising his twin, you can't swallow down your sons curiosity, and you also can't bury the longing he planted inside of you.
tags western outlaw!au (set in early 1900's), gang!au, heavy angst, realistic pregnancy/child rearing, lots of fluff, forbidden love, violence, major character death, trad relationship ideals, use of guns/knives, eventual smut
author's note this one is special — an idea i've had tucked in the back of my wips that blossomed into an obsession i still can't quite satiate. thank you for lighting my sukuna fire @heaveninruins, and for chipping away at this dangerous outlaw right there with me. mhm, he's just as much mine as he is yours, now i just can't wait for you guys to meet their little family in the prequel so, so soon <3
chapter list
I - five years
II - unshaken
III - who knows
IV - time in a bottle
V - moonlight on the river
the prequel - the bomb the playlist
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➷ Unspoken Conditions ── ✦ ♪
[ SERIES SYNOPSIS ] — it was obvious when this started, it was simply a mutual understanding between two horny college students, with very high libidos, and didn’t want any random stds that this was a purely sexual relationship only. and yet, both of you are unintentionally toeing the line between that and something else. [ Fratboy!Sukuna FWB Series ]
[ TAGS ] — MDNI. 18+ nsfw. contains explicit sexual themes and content. piv. fwb. angst. hurt/comfort. slow burn. fluff. spit. ráw. rough. heavy spanking. degradation. dacryphilia. slight exhibitionisim. pda. soft sukuna. choso + yuuji r his younger brothers. every position. heavy creampies. violence. depression/anxiety. anger issues. squirting. cockwarming. alcohol. family trauma. tags will be updated as series continues.
✮ ch 1 || how it all started
✮ ch 2 || miss me already?
✮ ch 3 || coming soon
✮ pt 1 — sukuna is starting to toe the line
✮ pt 2 — shoko/utahime make u doubt your fwb label so now you’re desperate to prove them wrong
✮ pt 3 — cockwarming him for the first time
✮ pt 4 — his brothers visit unexpectedly
✮ pt 5 — pregnancy scare with sukuna
✮ pt 6 — sukuna has a stash of naked polaroids of you
✮ pt 7 — halloween special. scare actor!sukuna
✮ pt 8 — sukuna’s noticeable bulge at the gym
✮ pt 9 — (coming soon)
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[INFO] — parts vs chapters: chapters is the actual series and is connected. parts exist in the same universe but is separate all dabbles that are not connected to each other or the chapters . [ they can be read separately. ]
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taglist is only for chps not parts — (art by @/to00fu, dividers by @/lariesographic )
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Blurry | R. Sukuna | Master List
| pairing | divorced dad! sukuna x ex-wife! reader
| summary | Your ex-husband doesn't mind leaving the porch light on for you at night. After all, he was with you for years; he has you memorized, so he knows how lonely you can get with a husband as inattentive as yours
"...Can we just pretend that we still love each other or something?” “Sure.” The scornful hiss in his voice burned you. “We can pretend..."
| overall content & warnings | MDNI, angst, cheating, toxic/taboo relationships, friends to lovers to enemies to lovers (full circle), explicit sexual content, unplanned pregnancy, terrible communication, terrible decisions, but it's fun imo, so much domestic fluff, everyone needs therapy, Sukuna is a mechanic with a criminal record (mama, i'm in love with a criminal), Reader and Sukuna have a kid together, but the story is more focused on them fixing their relationship, so there's lots of drama ;)
| chapter index | A Couple Of Animals Why Are You Calling Me So Late? Just A Sucker With No Self-Esteem Can't Help You Fix Yourself Until You Make Me Move Thoughts Arrive Like Butterflies I'm Sorry You're Blue Down To One Last Breath The Silence Gets Us Nowhere Can You Take It All Away?
|| tag list is closed || notifs via ao3 || ily <3!
— THE LABYRINTH OF CURSE —
| Pairing | :: Ryomen Sukuna x Reader
| Summary | :: You’re left to Babysit your Little Sister after your parents left for a date night, and wish for the King of Curses to take her away.
| Content & Warnings | :: MDNI, Violence, explicit sexual themes, gore, manipulation, suicidal tendencies, age gap (legal), mentions of drugging and illegal acts, TrueForm Sukuna..
| chapter index |
coming soon..
based off of The Labyrinth by Terry Jones, Dennis Lee and Jim Henson.
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Blurry | R. Sukuna | Master List
| pairing | divorced dad! sukuna x ex-wife! reader
| summary | Your ex-husband doesn't mind leaving the porch light on for you at night. After all, he was with you for years; he has you memorized, so he knows how lonely you can get with a husband as inattentive as yours
"...Can we just pretend that we still love each other or something?” “Sure.” The scornful hiss in his voice burned you. “We can pretend..."
| overall content & warnings | MDNI, angst, cheating, toxic/taboo relationships, friends to lovers to enemies to lovers (full circle), explicit sexual content, unplanned pregnancy, terrible communication, terrible decisions, but it's fun imo, so much domestic fluff, everyone needs therapy, Sukuna is a mechanic with a criminal record (mama, i'm in love with a criminal), Reader and Sukuna have a kid together, but the story is more focused on them fixing their relationship, so there's lots of drama ;)
| chapter index | A Couple Of Animals Why Are You Calling Me So Late? Just A Sucker With No Self-Esteem Until You Make Me Move I'm Sorry You're Blue
|| tag list is closed || ily <3 ||
pt2 of childhood bsf!sukuna. pt1. this is reader’s pov—please bear with her, she’s a little stupid and in denial :/
you’ve known sukuna forever. literally, since you were five, since that day in kindergarten when you handed him that pink crayon. yet, somehow, despite all the years, despite all the moments where he’s been softer with you than anyone else could ever be, you still don’t know what to do with him.
that tiny moment really started something neither of you could name back then.
you always thought of him as your best friend, your shadow, your constant. someone you could rely on without thinking twice. but lately—lately, you’ve caught yourself noticing things you shouldn’t.
the way his hair falls over his eyes when he’s concentrating, the way he smirks when he knows he’s being a little shit, the way his voice drops when he’s annoyed or frustrated and it hits your stomach like a flutter you can’t explain.
you’ve caught yourself thinking unholy things about him too, things that make your cheeks heat up when you realize it.
but you tell yourself it’s fine. being in your twenties with almost no experience other than a couple of kisses, maybe it’s just the novelty. maybe it’s normal to notice someone like this, especially when sukuna has been the only guy who’s ever been a constant in your life. it must be that, right? nothing more.
and let’s be honest, the man is smoking hot. with his fluffy pink hair, his crimson eyes and his piercing gaze, his tall and broad frame, his tattoos that you don’t even know when he got them, but god, they suit him so well. and thinking about it, you’ve actually wondered if he has them everywhere—maybe even somewhere more privat—
‘it’s normal,’ you tell yourself. ‘it happens to everyone.’
‘he’s hot. everyone would fantasize about a man like him.’
but it’s confusing because he’s your best friend. your ride or die. the person who’s been there through everything since you were five. you shouldn’t be thinking like this. you shouldn’t want things that you can’t even say out loud.
and yet.
sometimes, when he teases you or pokes fun at something you said, you catch yourself imagining what it would feel like if he were closer. not just sitting next to you or leaning on your shoulder, but closer—hands on your waist, his legs entwined with yours, his lips on yours—and your stomach flips at the thought and your brain goes completely numb.
‘seriously, what are you doing? he’s just your best friend. nothing more. stop it, weirdo.’ you catch yourself muttering into your pillow later on, with your cheeks burning from the embarrassment.
you hate how much you notice him, how your heart stutters when he’s laughing or talking, when he’s even just standing near you. you try to push it down, tell yourself it’s okay. it’s fine to care this much about your best friend.
except it’s not.
because sukuna doesn’t just make your heart race. he makes your whole body aware of him and that’s terrifying. you don’t know how to deal with it. and god what if you say something and ruin everything? you can’t risk that.
so you smile, you laugh, you tease him back. you play the friend part perfectly, even when your chest aches for him in a way you can’t describe.
it’s not like you haven’t noticed the way he looks at you sometimes. the little glances, the moments when he’s caught in thought and your eyes meet and you swear you see something in him that you’ve never noticed in anyone else. it’s subtle. fleeting. but it’s there. and it kills you a little every time.
but then again, he’s known you for more than 19 years and it’s obvious to everyone that he treats you like his sister. so you don’t even think too much into it.
but that doesn’t stop your mind from wandering—imagining the two of you on his bed, laughing and tangled up. it’s forbidden, obviously and every time, you shake your head, whispering curses under your breath.
it’s confusing. maddening. exhilarating. terrifying and you can barely look at him in the eyes at this point.
you’ve never told him how you feel. how could you, if you don’t even fully know yourself?
you’re scared. scared it’ll ruin what you have. scared that he doesn’t feel… whatever it is you’re feeling. scared that if you even look at him the wrong way, he’ll notice and you’ll lose him.
and it feels even more wrong because you haven’t been with any guy—okay, yes, a couple of kisses here and there, but nothing further.
and not because you’re afraid of intimacy (yeah, okay, maybe that plays a big part too) but because deep down, you hope he’ll be your first. deep down, you know you’ll only feel safe if it’s him.
but the man is a whore. he fucks every girl who comes his way. so why would he want to do it with you? hell, he’d probably refuse and start calling you crazy, telling you it’d feel like incest and that he could never do that.
jealousy. pure, stupid, irrational jealousy boils in your veins when you think about the other girls he’s been with.
and you know you have no right to feel it. he’s your best friend, not your boyfriend. but that doesn’t stop the fire in your chest and the sinking pit in your stomach.
and you have no idea what to do about it.
one evening, he’s sitting on your bed, scrolling through his phone and you can’t stop staring. your heart pounds like crazy and the words you’ve been holding in your chest feel like they’re clawing their way out. you swallow hard, forcing yourself to stay calm, trying not to think about how warm he looks, how close he is.
finally, you take a deep breath and let the thought slip. “kuna… can i… ask you something?”
“yeah? what’s up?” he says, turning his head fully to look at you.
you bite your lip while fidgeting with your hands. “i-i want you to fuck me.”
he freezes, blinking at you and you immediately panic.
fuck.
you’ve gone too far. you’ve ruined everything.
you fucked everything up.
guys, very. VERY. Important question right now.. would you rather:
asking because I enjoy writing both, but for more of a preference..would you rather what..?
AU—
Zombie apocalypse
College / Highschool
Might do some Sukuna, Nanami, or Toji ones… who knows.
(REPOLL BECAUSE I SPELT IT WRONG)
Thinking of Dad!Kento Nanami playing with his daughter, telling her to be careful but ends up being the one getting hurt.
warnings: mention of scrapes with blood, and little kid crying thinking their dads gonna die.
Kento rarely let loose like this, but after you’d come home from the fair, Kentos backpack stacked pull of candy and prizes, your daughter begging to go play with the bubbles in the back yard,
How could he refuse?
You sat on the wooden veranda, filming on your phone discreetly knowing that if your daughter saw, she’d start screaming for you stop filing her.
Kento dipped the stick wand into the bubble mix as your daughter cheered with giggly squeals, running around in circles as she waited, Kento telling her to slow down and be careful.
It stared with him just blowing bubbles with her, she ran after them, grabbed them as they popped in her hands, then running back for more. But gradually, he’d gotten more into it, seeing you film and deciding to be the world’s best dad as always.
Kento dipped the wand into the mix before holding it out, “I’m gonna run, okay? Catch the bubbles.”
He ran, like he said, in circles with your daughter, but as soon as he turned the tight corner of the backyard— he slipped, bubble container flying out of his hand like someone used an expelliarmus spell on it.
You heard it. Your daughter’s feet coming to a complete stop, before a large, very dramatic cry.
Kento quickly standing up, brushing himself off dispite the new scrape on his elbow from the rocks in the dirt, blood beading at the cuts. By that point you had put the phone down and held back your laugh, focusing on getting your daughter to calm down first.
“Daddy almost died!!!” She wails, hugging Kento like it was her last mean to, crying into his now wrinkled, and stained grey shirt.
Kento shook his head, a small laugh escaping from his lips as he pats her back, “Daddy’s fine, only a scratch sweetheart. He was being a little too silly.”
You hum, shaking your head with a small laugh, “Seems like daddy was having more fun with the bubbles than you, baby.”
Your daughter looked up, teary eyes rounded and big, rubbing the snot and tears off her face with her hot pink long sleeve as she sniffed.
“Daddy do it again.”
A/n: saw this on a instagram reel and thought of Nanami, ain’t no way it’s not.
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thinking about Ryomen Sukuna in a zombie apocalypse with his girlfriend.
warnings: mention of nudity, violence, zombies, weapons, yearning.
When news broke out on social media that a certain zombifying virus had spread like a disease, contamination through bites, scratches and DNA, Sukuna immediately started preparing once the videos of the outbreak came out.
He’d gone to stock up on canned food before it even reached the news branches, all while your face twisted in confusion and sentences along the line of, “Ryo, what’s all that for?” “Babe, we don’t eat canned food?”
Though, as soon as you flicked on the TV in the afternoon, while Sukuna was somewhat aggressively packing the car with unneeded speed, the media had reached the large stations.
“Please be warned, the visuals that you about to view are disturbing, and violent, views are advised.” The lady read out, before videos, photos, voice recordings played of the gory attacks from various places across the world.
“Italy, China, Russia, America, Australia, Japan.”
the woman read, a deep frown on her face as she spoke, “all of these places have been heavily impacted, and soon, it will spread. This is a warning, until forces get the situation under control, stay in your homes, lock your doors and stay silent.”
“These ‘zombies’ rely on scent and sound, may god be with you all. Check for more updates soon.”
It had been months, years since that day now, you were thankful for what Sukuna had done. Before the roads could block, he took you out of the city, to the countryside where less people were, drove until the car ran out of fuel around four times, getting to a decent distance.
Now, you were with a small group of people a man named Satoru Gojo, his ‘friend’ Suguru Geto, and a woman named Shoko.
Sukuna knew them slightly before the apocalypse happened, mentioning something about high school, something of his job as well. All he knew is that he could trust them more than anyone else.
Over time, they’d built a place, walls, steady structure like a prison to keep us safe inside thankfully to Sukunas handy man skills and the other’s strength, we’d managed to build a home that’s somewhat safe.
—
it’s been four years. four, long years of the same bullshit experience. Killing, fighting, scavenging for food, and wondering if this will ever end, or if anyone else is still alive out there.
Sukuna stays by your side most nights, but he doesn’t sleep. He never slept well once it had started.
The first night you encountered an infected, he would have almost lost you if he hadn’t slung a pocket knife right at the things face. Since then he’d never left you alone, and you never told him off for it.
Now, your head was on his shoulder, leg slung over his stomach as you trace soft patterns over his tattoos, a candle that shone dim lighting up the small room you laid in.
“Do you think it will end?” You whisper, bare body pressed against his, his warmth engulfing your frame. His eyes flick down to you, eyes softening ever so slightly as he pulls you close, “to be honest, no.” He murmured, gently running his fingers through your hair, untangling the small knots, “but you’re safe, here with me.” He whispered, closing his eyes.
you hum low, closing your eyes as his hand works through you hair. He leant down and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head, only holding you closer.
He knew you were upset, for the very reason you got together, to be together for ever, having everything together.
to want a family together.
He knew what you wanted, it pained him to know it. To know he couldn’t be the one to give you it, especially in the conditions they’re under. There’s hardly enough food, water, and other things to be shared around as it is. You knew it too, that’s why you never bring it up, not since it all happened. But he saw the looks on your face, he could hear you without having you speak.
He holds you tighter, a soft comfort or the harsh world around them. Whispering soft words into your ears as he felt the salt liquid of your tears fall to his chest.
He was mad at the world, mad at whatever caused this all to happen. But most of all?
He was mad that it ripped away every dream you both had, and he couldn’t even do a thing about it.
A/n: just had this thought late at night, made me upset because whatdahell.
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Nanami x Reader
Girl Dad! Kento Nanami
GirlDad! Nanami coming home from work, walking through the front door of the apartment you shared, eyes heavy, shoulders tense as he placed his brief case down and kicked off his shoes.
Walking down the hall to be greeted by his four-year-old daughter in a tutu, a scarf and one of his dress shirts, stacked with all of the expensive jewelry kento had ever bought you. Makeup smeared onto her soft chubby face as she played tea party with her stuffed animals.
“Daddys home!!” she squealed, grabbing her stuffed bear and running over to cuddle his leg, jumping excitedly as he picked her up with a small groan, resting her on his side.
“Hello sweetheart.” he smiles, kissing the top of her head as he walked into the kitchen spotting you making dinner and walking up behind you, curling his free arm around your waist, “how are my girls today, hm?” he mumbles, kissing your temple softly.
“Mommy taught me how to do makeup, see! I'm pretty like mommy!” She smiles big, pointing at her overly blushed cheeks.
Kento laughed softly, nodding slowly, "I saw as soon as I walked in, sweetheart. But you know you're already perfect enough that you don't need it.” he gently placed the girl down and she quickly scurried back to the living room to play.
Kento lets out a low hum, moving to embrace you from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck, “makeup, jewelry, four already. She's growing too fast.” He mumbles, hands sliding onto your small rounded stomach.
“And to think we’ll do it all over again in a few months now, maybe a boy this time.” he whispers, eyes watching as you cook, a soft content smile on his lips, “I love you.”
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Thinking of Dad!Satoru,
— and early mornings where your two sons climb into your bed, wedging themselves and cuddling between the two of you all to just fall asleep again.
Your six-year-old son clinging onto you while your 4-year-old clung to satoru, wedged between from where you were you and Toru were cuddling. The two of you whispering to each other so the kids wouldn’t wake up, one of his free hands playing with one of your strands of hair as he speaks. Talking about something along the lines of ‘how lucky of a man’ he is, and ‘how beautiful’ you look right now.
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Toji x Reader
Relaxing with Toji
nsfw, 18+ mdni
Your head rested on Toji’s lap as you lay on the couch, movie playing on the TV across from you. It had been a long day of work for him, and you, and now you both just wanted to wind down together.
Beer in his hand and his other ran fingers through your loft locs of hair, eyes on the moving you’d picked for the night.
You’d moved your head back on his lap a little, sliding your hand up his leg and softly palming him through his sweats. His eyes slowly glanced down, pausing mid sip as he watched, before continuing to watch the movie and letting you do what you want.
Your hand slid under his sweats, eyes still focused on the movie, pushing them down a little as you kept your head resting on him. You pumped him a few times as he hardens in your grasp, feeling his hand sliding down to your side and holding you.
You placed small kisses on his leaky tip, pre-cum stringing from your lips as you do so, before taking his tip into your mouth, moving both hands onto his dick to hold it, lazily sucking him off as he continued to drink his beer, thumb rubbing over your side in small circles.
That pretty much sums up how you unwind together each night.
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Toji x Reader
Shaving Toji's face
You pushed yourself up onto the counter of the bathroom, watching your boyfriend dampen his face with a warm hand towel, stepping between your legs and sizing you up, “don't cut me like last time, baby.” he grumbles, reaching behind you to grab the shaving cream and dropping it into your hands, chucking the towel aside and resting his hands on your knees.
You smile, legs wrapping around the back of his legs and scooting him closer, his hands sliding up to your mid thigh as you start to lather on the shaving cream, spraying a wasteful amount onto your hands before lathering it onto his jaw. Moving slowly over his stubble, and cupping his cheeks, pushing them together slightly to make his lips pout, a groan escaping his lips “stop that.”
You slide your hands back to his chin spreading some onto his upper lip, and placing a small peck on his lips before wiping off your hands and grabbing his razor, cupping the bottom of his jaw and gently tilting his head up, “I only nipped you last time ‘cause you moved.” you whispered, eyes focusing.
You started on his right cheek, sliding the razor down his cheek bone. He watched in the mirror behind you, watching your soft hands on him, along with your gentle strokes. “You can press harder sweetheart, if you do it too lightly you won't get anything off.” he says, eyes drifting down to your focused expression.
“And if I press harder, I'll end up cutting you again.” you continued to drag the blade over his jaw, movements calculated. He lets out an amused hum, hands moving and tightening on your waist with his fingers pressing into your supple skin that peaked from your shirt.
“Babygirl, I've been shot, stabbed, and beaten. I'm sure I can handle more little cuts from you.” he lets out a low chuckle, leaning a little closer, “your nails have done worse.”
your eyes flicked up to his for a moment, legs squeezing around his, “shut up, Toji.” you huff, warmth blooming on your cheeks as you finish up the last patch on his left cheek, “done.”
He looks back to the mirror, grabbing the towel and wiping the excess cream off, leaning closer to look at your effort. “You know what baby, it's better than last time, and that's what matters.” he smirks, turning his head to kiss your temple.
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Toji x Reader
Running into Toji, an older man at the club?
nsfw, 18+ mdni
It was your twenty-first birthday, the legal age where you can get into clubs, bars and drink without a pesky fake ID, and of course you were celebrating with your closest friends, Shoko and Utahime. Pre-Gaming in the back of the uber as you fix Utahimes makeup while you talk to the man driving, Shoko scrolling through her phone.
The cab drags to the side of the road as the driver pulls over, “have a fun night, girls.” he murmurs, receiving the online payment as you all stepped out the cab. Pulling down your skimpy dress that Shoko bought you for this specific night.
They drag you to the security guy guarding the door, all of you showing your ID’s, earning a grunt from the man as he moves out of the doorway, undoing the chain and letting you walk through. You all walk in, the hallway darkening as you walk deeper, turning a corner to all the neon lights and disco balls reflecting colours, along with a busy bar, tables, and dance floor.
Shoko turns to look at you and Utahime, “Drink first, then dance?” which earns her a collective nod, the three of you walking over to the very occupied bar, “could we grab a round of vodka shots?” she asked the tender, who nodded as the three of you sat at the bar, Utahime in the middle.
You look around the place, it was huge, one reason it was so popular was because of its sheer size. You turn back to your friends, “Why didn't we come here in highschool?” you raise your voice to speak over the music. Shoko shrugs, “the place wasn't this popular then.” she shouts back, the shots sliding in front of you.
Later on, your mind was slightly hazy, music blurring in your ears as you danced with Shoko, Utahime walked off somewhere with some white haired man after claiming ‘he's too handsome to pass up.’ The club was packed now, the day darkening into later hours of the night.
The music, alcohol, and heat of bodies around you put you into a zenned state, zoning out to the sound of the music as you danced with Shoko, her hand grabbing onto yours and spinning you around and pulling you to her chest.
But her chest wasn't at your shoulders, and didn't feel this solid.
Your mind snaps back, and so does your head as you look up at the man holding onto your hand. He was tall, maybe late thirties, scruffy black hair and green eyes that would be hard to forget, with a scar on the left side of his lip, that seemed far from an accident. “What's wrong, cat got your tongue?” he smirked, voice low and velvety, smirking like he knew you, hand sliding onto a somewhat ‘respectful’ place on your hip.
You stared, eyes wondering down to his sculpted biceps, down to his hand planted on your waist like it belonged there. His smirk grew, letting go of your hand and leaning down to your ear while brushing a strand of hair away, “Names Toji, sweetheart.” he murmurs.
You felt your breath hitch as his breath hit your neck, but you didn't pull away. You were due to get laid. It had been way too long, not since your ex boyfriend dumped you for his co-worker at fucking mcdonalds.
Sure, this man is older, scruffy looking, but that all cancels out as your eyes keep falling to his greek god muscles poking out of that godforsaken compression shirt. And it's not exactly like he was growing greys yet..
Now, after a few minutes of talking, teasing and subtle grinds, he's dragging you off to the bathrooms, pushing you into a stall that felt ten times as small with him inside, closing it behind him. Lips locking onto yours as he pushed you up against the white wall of the stall, covered in random graffiti and lipstick marks.
His hands slid up your slides, to the straps of your dress and pulled them down enough for the top half of your dress to reveal your lace black bra with a tiny white fabric rose in the valley of your breasts.
He pulls away from the kiss and lets out a groan, one hand going to your thigh, pulling it up to his hip as he cupped a breast with his other, kissing down your neck softly, “pretty baby, aren't you.” he breathed, pulling a strap of your bra down, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking, his hand on your thigh moving higher, scrunching your dress up to your waist.
He etched your bra down further to capture your other nipple into his mouth, giving it the same treatment as before. “Toji,” you whine, hips shifting in his grip due to the paulse between your legs, slick pooling in your panties. He hums against your skin nipping at the sensitive bud, eliciting a soft moan from your lips as your back arches into his touch.
He lets go with a wet ‘pop’, lifting your leg higher and hooping it through his arm as he starts to unbuckle his belt, unzipping his flyer and tugging them down mid way his thighs. Hand sliding to cup your heat, “you sure you can take n’old bastard like me, babygirl?” he grunts, looking down to see your hand suddenly rubbing over the thick outline of his dick in his boxers.
“I wouldnt be here if I wasn't sure.” you mutter, putting your leg down and moving your hands to pull your panties down slowly, letting them pool around your ankles and pulling him closer to your body, “I needed a change either way, maybe show me an older man is what I needed.” you whisper, hands hooking into his boxers elastic, pulling them down softly.
He smirks, pushing you up against the wall, “yeah, you'd like that wouldn’t you.” he husks, lifting your leg once more and taps his fat tip onto your clit lightly a few times, watching your expression as your lashes flutter, a small moan slipping from your puffy lips.
He picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist mindlessly. He lines himself up tip prodding your entrance, making you let out a frustrated whine, about to make a complaint before he wedged his way into your first ring of muscle, tip stretching you like it was an insult to your past ‘things’.
You let out a whined breath, hands sliding up his back and digging into his shoulders as you hold onto him. He placed a kiss on your neck, slowly edging himself into your slick cunt, “so tight,” he hissed, hands tightening on the meaty flesh of your ass, “gonna make me go fuckin’ feral.” he grunts, letting out a groan as he bottoms out.
“Tojii..” you whine, head on his shoulder as he pressed closer to you, basically moulding you to the stall door, “s’deep.” you moan, toes curling in your high-heels. He huffs a breath, “yeah, you feel me deep, babygirl?” he pressed his hips closer, tip kissing your cervix, causing you to let out a loud moan, acrylics digging into his skin as he started thrusting slowly.
He doesn't keep it slow, though. As soon as you'd somewhat adjusted, he started pounding into you like a bitch in heat, groaning and moaning into your hair as he fucked into you, chest pressing agaisnt yours, body trapped between him and the wall as the stall shook from his relentless pace.
Neither of you quiet down, too lost in each other's touch to care about people who are also in the bathroom. “Pleasee- Toji!” you moan out, legs tightening around his waist, feeling the familiar pit in your stomach building up. He grunts, pounding into you recklessly, “gonna fuckin’ ruin you for everyone else, hear me? Fuck, you’re my girl, my pretty little thing.” he growled, hand moving to rub his thumb over your clit, other hand sliding fully under your backside, supporting you with his arm.
Your mind hazed, body hot as he went impossibly faster, moaning turnin into breath hitches and whimpers, eyes rolling back as you see white, squirting all over him. And he smirked, watching as your juices soaked all over his briefs and shirt, the situation only making his hips snap harder into you, rubbing your clit with dire speed.
“Good fuckin’ girl, so fucking good f’me.” he groans, dick twitching, “inside or out, sweet thing.” he speakers through gritted teeth, pace getting sloppier.
You whimper, eyes glossing over at the overstimulation he's giving you, “inside, please..” you whine. And then he came, filling your womb to the point his semen dripped out the sides of your pussy because of how much there was.
He let out a long deep moan forehead pressing against yours as he watched, letting out raspy breaths, waiting a few seconds before pulling out and watching his cum drip out of you, placing your legs back on the floor, keeping you steady as you held onto his shoulders.
He helped you clean up and fixed your clothes, before fixing himself, stuffing his cock back into his boxers before tugging up his jeans and buckle.
“Give me your phone.” he murmurs. And you do, digging past your makeup and random knick knacks in your handbag, pulling out your phone and letting him put his number in. “Call me later, baby. I'll take you out somewhere real nice. You're mine now, sweetheart, and I don't plan on letting you go.” he husks, sliding the phone back into your hand, and kissing your shoulder before leaving the stall, disappearing back into the crowd of people.
Now, you just have to pray Shoko and Utahime didn’t leave without you.
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