i don't even post but the sinners fandom is already festering.
i dont mind there being a lot of remmick fics, i read some myself. i was excited to see people interacting with black culture except they aren't. instead they've pushed us aside in a movie that revolves around our people, our culture, and our influence. a lot of y'all are doing exactly what the movie warns about in fact.
i saw the movie on saturday and since then i've already seen:
- complete misinterpretations of the movie
- stack x smoke incest, stack x smoke x sibling reader
- SO MUCH sammie x remmick
- daughter of plantation owner reader
- thirsting after bert, a literal klansman
- an underwhelming amount of black reader but so much irish or white american reader
- white saviorism and/or inserting a white character where they don't belong
- overwhelming amounts of smut with zero ties to the plot
- lack of interaction with black characters despite the majority of the main cast being black
dark fiction is one thing but pure ignorance and racism is a whole different thing. i also understand y'all are allowed to ship whatever you want but there are certain power dynamics that cross the line especially in the context of the movie and the history behind it.
please consider how you interact with media surrounding sensitive topics like this even if it is fiction. just my two cents.
the mississippi heat had already set in by midmorning, clinging to your skin like a second layer of clothes. the fan buzzing lazily on the counter as you pinned the hem of miss marjorie’s sunday skirt did little to cool you down. your hands moved on autopilot—steady, sharp, precise—while the voices outside the window did what they always did best.
talked.
it was the one hidden perk that came with being the most sought out seamstress in the delta. on the days when the sun beamed without remorse and the wind flew by without a care, talking as one downed a cool glass of water seemed like the perfect way to pass the time. whether it be on the couch, porch, in the grocery store, or barbershop: people talked. that meant you—and the other shop owners of the delta like the chows—could know all the town’s drama without ever having to open your mouth.
the loud hum of the fan drowned out majority of the conversation, but from the words you managed to gather—“shot,” “back,” “the twins”— you knew it meant nothing good.
“you hear that mess,” miss marjorie sniffled as she dabbed her nose with her handkerchief. the hot summer heat brought out the worst of people’s allergies, you included. “talk about the twins back in town.”
“i heard,” you said evenly, “seems like it’s the talk of the delta.”
before word of the twins’ arrival, you could tell something was different. maybe it’s because the air felt thicker, hotter, or maybe it’s because of the quiet hum in your gut as the days passed that told you someone you’d never wanted to see again might appear. finishing the hem, you clipped the thread before standing to help the older woman off the stool. glancing sideways, miss marjorie eyed herself in the nearby mirror as smoothed out the skirt. twirling with a smile, her eyes darted towards you as she reached for her pocketbook.
“i swear your work tops that of the finest french designer. i can’t thank you enough for getting me in on such short notice.”
“oh miss marjorie, you’re too kind. it’s just a simple hem,” you chuckled, crossing your hands in front of you. even after all this time as a seamstress, it seemed like you’d never get used to people complimenting your work.
“how much i owe you?”
“five cents.”
placing the change in your hand, miss marjorie left with a smile as you walked behind the register. normally, you wouldn’t take walk-ins, at least not when you were swamped with orders. but sometimes, on rare occasions, people like miss marjorie caught you on a good day: a day in which you were being generous.
you were two pins into your current project—your neighbor’s wedding dress—when the bell above the door rang. sighing, you reluctantly left the back of the shop (what you deemed your office) and headed towards the front to greet the unexpected customer. you had no pickups scheduled until later in the day, and miss marjorie was the only walk-in you felt generous enough to take.
“good evening! welcome to l/n’s. i’m so sorry but i cannot take anymore walk-ins for today, but if you’d like, i can schedule you an appointment.”
you gave your polite customer service spiel without looking up as you walked. you wished you would’ve. maybe then you would have realized the slow, confident steps that made your floorboards cry weren't those of someone who was a frequent customer, but those of someone who was a person you’d wish to never see again after the day he left.
elias “stack” moore.
“y’know, you should’ve charged that old lady more than what you did.”
your polite smile fell into a deep scowl within an instance. although it’d been seven years, the man—whom everyone called stack, but you called elias—still looked the same as the day he left. his facial hair was still full, his suit was crisp and pressed, and his smirk was still as crooked as ever. the years etched themselves into his face in the best way. he looked older, stronger, but no less dangerous. he was the kind of man who could sell you a pipe dream and leave you chasing after its smoke.
“well, elias. not everyone is as money hungry as you.”
raising his hands, stack took a step back. “i didn’t come to start no trouble.”
“you can’t help but start trouble everywhere you go. is that why you’re back in the delta after all these years?”
“i’m back in town on business,” stack replied.
silence filled the room as stack took the liberty to walk around and scan the room. the last time he was here, your shop was still new and could barely stand off the ground in comparison to the stores around you. he’d offered his help to you, but you being you, you vehemently refused.
“hell no! there’s no way i could take this money elias. are you crazy!”
you whispered yell at the man who—once laid beside you in bed—now buttoned his shirt back up. the warmth of your room grew cold as reality started to sink. stack had no problem with loving you all throughout the night, but he could never stay till the morning.
“you need it don’t ya? a business like yours ain’t gon run itself without a little cash.”
“this isn’t just a ‘little cash’ elias and you know it. if the white man catch me with this, they gon think i stole this.”
“you didn’t steal it. i did.”
“exactly!”
“looks good in here,” he said, voice soft as he pointed to the windows. “you added curtains.”
“i added a lot of things,” you hmphed, “you would’ve known if you hadn't vanished off the face of the earth for seven years.”
a breathy chuckle slipped past his lips as stack waved his finger at you. his teeth grazed the tip of his finger before biting down on his lip, as if to bite down the slick response he so desperately wanted to spit back.
“i deserved that,” he said as he stepped closer towards the counter. “honestly deserve a lot worse.”
your eyebrows furrowed and your arms crossed as you stared down the man you once called your lover. “why are you here elias? and what’s this talk of a “business?” the delta don’t need no more trouble.”
“like i said, i'm not here for trouble: i’m here for business,” he grunted as he straightened out his suit jacket.
“my brother and i are opening up our own juke joint called club juke, and it opens tonight. everybody who’s somebody in town gon be there. the only person that’s missing is you.”
a hearty, genuine laugh in disbelief flew past your lips before you could stifle it down. stack’s eyes squinted as his brows furrowed, confusion painting itself on his face. you didn’t mean to laugh, but the more his words sunk in, the harder chuckled.
“boy if you don’t get the fuck out my face,” you scoffed. “the amount of nerve you have to waltz into my shop after seven years of being gone to ask me to come to your little juke joint is unbelievable.”
“like i said y/n, i didn’t come here to start no trouble,” he muttered as he backed away from the counter.
“then what exactly is it you came here for? to annoy me?”
“i came here to invite you to have a good time. maybe come and see what i built, instead of hearing about what i broke. that’s all.”
your eyes never left him as you watched his every move. taking off his hat, stack bowed his head before heading toward the door. wrapping his hand around the handle, he paused before looking back at you.
his eyes shone with a look that was foreign. sadness? remorse? regret? all things that didn’t make sense to you. at least not when coming from the man who held no remorse when he left you alone in bed in the middle of the night.
giving you a firm nod as he tilted his head and placed his hat back on, stack opened the door. the bell chimed once more and the door slowly slammed shut as he began walking back to his car. and you couldn’t help but watch.
peeking out the front window, you caught a glimpse of delta slim in the passenger and sammie in the backseat with his guitar. sighing, you shook your head before heading behind towards the back.
you were doing good. you hadn’t thought of the man who’d shattered your heart for years. you’d even managed to begin to get over him. and just like that, with a simple invite, stack had reentered your mind like the parasite he was.
you didn’t get as far along on the wedding dress as you had hoped. instead, your day was filled with constant bell ringing, chatter, and the talk of the opening of club juke. it started when your afternoon client came to pick up the dress you’d tailored for her.
“i can’t thank you enough y/n. i swear this couldn’t have come at a better time. the opening of the twins’ club is tonight and this dress is perfect!”
it only grew after that. the joint was something you tried to suppress in the back of your mind the second stack stepped out of your shop, but with every client that came waltzing in look for a new dress, new shirt, or new pants to wear the the opening of “club juke,” your jaw clenched a little tighter and you smile grew a little faker.
however, what you couldn’t fake was how much money you’d made in the span of a few hours after the word of the twins' arrival swept the town. it was like they were an enigma. their energy was powerful and drew people towards them. some looked up to them in awe, some cowered away in fear, and some looked down on them like the sinners they were. yet, it didn’t stop people from spending their hard earned money at your shop buying the ‘perfect outfit’ for the grand opening.
dusk began to fall as quickly as dawn rose, signifying the closing of your shop; however, as you stood wiping down the counters, the sound of the bell ringing once more caused something in your chest to tug. not hard. just enough to make you pause.
you didn’t look up right away—you couldn’t. he didn’t deserve to see you flinch. you felt the energy around you shift as if the atmosphere itself cowered at the sight of him.
“what now, elias?”
throwing the rag over your shoulder, your turned to face stack: arms already crossed and lips already frowned. he no longer looked like the polished man who entered your shops earlier. now, sweat puddled along his forehead and soaked parts of his suit; his crisp, pressed suit jacket was gone, revealing a striped button up underneath; and his pants suit was ripped down the seam, revealing his ankle length socks.
“well that’s no way to treat a paying customer now is it,” he smirked as he twirled a stack of bills between his fingers.
“i don’t need nor want your blood money. plus—as the sign says on my door—i’m closed.”
“oh c’mon y/n. i ripped my pants leg while moving things around at the juke joint. figured i’d come to the best seamstress in town to get this lookin’ right,” he smirked, eyes glowing in the shadows of the sunset.
“i’ll even pay you triple what these folks ‘round here pay.”
your tongue poked the inside of your left cheek before alternating to the right as you leaned on the back counter. the money you’d made from today alone was definitely more than you’d made all week; however, the money in his hands was enough to buy you the fancy beads your neighbor wanted on her wedding dress and then some. plus, there was a part of you that couldn’t muster up the strength to say no to stack, even if he didn’t offer you money.
letting out a deep exhale, you grabbed your sewing kit and stool before leaving the safety the counter provided you. not like stack would ever do something to you, but his presence was enough to cause you to slip back into your old habits. snatching the money with a scowl, you plopped the wooden stool in front of him before sitting down. opening your kit, you quickly threaded the needle before examining stack’s suit leg to see just how bad the damage was.
the quicker you could finish this, the better.
“tryin’ to impress someone?” you asked.
“maybe,” he said. “or maybe i just want to look sharp when i’m standing under my own roof.”
“it’s cheap,” you muttered, as your hands examined the fabric. “the stitching’s lazy. that’s why it ripped so easily at the seams.”
“figured you’d say that,” he smiled. “that’s why i brought it to you.”
shaking your head, you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at the man standing above you. “flattery don’t earn you a discount. especially when i already took your money.”
“wasn’t tryna earn a discount,” he responded. “just a little more of your time.”
you paused as you pulled the needle through the fabric of his pant leg. he was better at this now—less cocky and suave than before. now, he was patient. waiting. and that was dangerous. you didn’t trust patience from men like him. men like him always had something up their sleeve.
still, you didn’t tell him to leave as soon as he entered like you swore you would. and you didn’t refuse to sew back his pants. instead, you sat in silence as you focused on stitching back together the accident he caused while he focused with reverence on the woman—whom he still loved—sewing his pants back together.
pulling the last stitch in tight, you grabbed your scissors before sniping the thread loose. you tried your best to tie the thread as close to the hem as possible, but it was still a little loose.
“there you are,” you said, cracking your knuckles as you rose from the stool. “all patched up!”
turning towards the mirror, stack eyed himself, so much so that for a second you thought he was staring more at his face than the pant leg.
“damn, y/n! you’ve gotten better since the last time i saw you.”
you wanted to spit out a snarky remark along the lines of “yeah well it’s been seven years,” but the words got caught in your throat as you stared at the genuine smile creeping on elias’ face.
“hell, even the white folks gon wanna come in here and buy everything out.”
“i swear you’re hyping me up too much,” you laughed as you rolled your eyes at his antics. “besides, they love what i make , just not that i’m the one who makes it.”
stack’s eyes move from you to his wrist as he checks the time on his watch. he told smoke he’d be back before night fell, and it was slowly getting closer and closer to the time where the moon ruled the sky. giving his thanks once more, stack headed towards the door, but not before saying one more thing.
“i really hope you come through tonight. they really got it set up all beautiful down there. save me a dance, or don’t. i’ll wait either way.”
sighing, silence fell once again as you watched him leave your shop as he left you more confused and conflicted than ever. turning to look at the dim shop behind you, you quickly grabbed your dancing dress from your office before closing up shop.
you weren’t going to club juke for stack. no, you were going to unwind from the most stressful day of your life. at least, that’s what you told yourself as you got in your car and drove towards your house with the intention of getting ready.
club juke looked like it didn’t belong in the delta.
not because it was too fancy—it was far from it. it was the old farm mill turned into a makeshift club within the span of hours. the foundation of the mill looked unstable and shaky as you parked alongside the mass of other cars. however, as the sound of music from within flooded your ears, one thing you could tell was that club juke had heart.
and that was worth more than anything in the delta.
the sign “club juke” was hand painted red, something so simple yet neat that only could’ve been done by grace chow herself. conversation and laughter spilled out of the open door as you made your way to the entrance, eyes landing on cornbread before his landed on you.
“my, my, my. look at what the cat dragged in,” cornbread tisked as he stood in front of the door.
his eyes shifted from your head down to your toes as he gave you a once over. your dress was a deep red-orange, cinched just right, and just loose enough that you could dance with ease. your hair was down and free: a feeling you could finally start to feel in the energy of the club surrounding you.
“oh stack is gonna lose it when he sees you,” cornbread muttered. stepping to the side, he beaconed you forward.
“what’s the entrance fee?”
“oh don’t you worry about that, y/n. i think stack would kill me if he found out i made you pay to get in. now go and have a good time.”
smiling with a nod of your head, you thanked him before stepping into what seemed to be the start of the best night of your life. lights hung across the ceiling like fireflies, delta slim sat playing on the piano, and people you’d never seen dance before were dancing.
the people were alive and the building was on fire.
stack hadn’t lied. he, smoke, along with the others who helped them, really built something real. the stage was real. the bar was real. even the few chairs they managed to snag in such short notice were real. folks sweat and danced on the floor like they didn’t have to go to church in the morning. in fact, they danced like tomorrow wasn’t promised.
spotting annie at the bar, you quickly headed over there to speak and get a drink. her eyes widened as a wave of shock painted her face.
“y/n! i didn’t expect you to make it.”
“yeah, well i was convinced that i needed to come. heard it would be a good time, and by the looks of it, it is.”
“trust me, you wouldn’t have wanted to miss this. so, what do you drink? there’s irish beer, italian wine, and corn liquor.”
your eyebrows furrowed at the mention of the former two drinks. irish beer and italian wine wasn’t native to the delta, in fact, you never even heard of it. knowing the twins, they only got their hands on it because of a scheme.
“i’ll just take the corn liquor please.”
“alright, that’ll be five cents.”
you reached in your pocketbook, digging for the spare change you’d thrown in in a hurry. just as your fingers clutched the last cent needed, a large brown hand—one you’d grown familiar with—slid a nickel over to annie as he took the seat beside you.
“drink’s on me,” stack said, eyes scanning you up and down and you stared at him with mild annoyance.
“i was gonna pay for that y’know?”
“a lady should never pay for her drinks.”
your eyes slanted in irritation as annie slid you your drink with a knowing look. although smoke and stack were completely two different people, there were still brothers. more than that, they were twins, identical twins. therefore, she better than anyone else knew exactly what you were going through the past seven years, seeing as she was going through it two times over with the loss of her child.
sipping in silence, your eyes danced everywhere but towards the man beside you. maybe it was the nerves or the alcohol, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stare stack in the eyes for more than five seconds as his gaze upon you intensified.
“didn’t think you would come,” he mumbled as he took a long sip from his beer.
“didn't think you remembered how to throw a party,” you quipped with a smirk.
“i remember a lot of things,” he whispered, his cocky, nonchalant facade falling for just a second; yet, it was still long enough for you to catch it.
you looked at him. really looked at him.
he was sweating a little. not from nerves—just from working the room, making sure the whole damn thing didn’t fall apart. you could see the strain in his shoulders, but also the pride in his eyes. this place meant something to him, and in turn that meant something to you.
standing up, stack took a final swing of his drink before reaching out a hand.
“dance with me.”
but you don’t move. at least, not at first.
“i didn’t come here to be seen on your arm. i came here to unwind. to have fun.”
“then come unwind and have fun with me,” he rebutted, eyes sparkling in the yellow of the string lights. “just this one song.”
you stared at his hand for a beat too long. then, with a small sigh, you stood. the band—which included delta slim and sammie—slowed down. the floor shifted from sweat-soaked twirls to close-pressed sways. stack pulled you in like he remembered exactly how you liked it. your waist fit perfectly against his rough palms as he swayed the two of you back and forth.
however, you didn’t let yourself melt. didn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much his touch affected you. but you didn’t pull away either. it was quiet between you—quiet enough to hear your heart banging against your chest. quiet enough to hear your thoughts that screamed for you to pull away, to leave before things went south. but as your brain tried to reason with logic, your heart overpowered it with love.
“this don’t fix anything, elias,” you mumbled as you laid your head against his brooding chest. the words got caught in the fabric of his shirt, but stack was still able to understand them.
“i know.”
“i mean it. one song doesn’t undo seven years.”
“it ain’t supposed to.”
“then why ask?”
he looked down at you, expression soft, vulnerable, something he rarely allowed anyone—even you—to witness.
“because i needed to know if you still felt anything at all.”
that stopped you. just for a second. if you hadn’t been keeping up with the easy two-step sway, you would’ve stood there frozen forever. his hand was warm at the small of your back. it felt familiar. it felt wrong. it felt right.
you hated how much you missed this. hated how the rhythm pulled your body before your brain gave permission. hated how your body reacted to his touch as if it was second nature.
but you didn’t stop dancing.
because even though you weren’t ready to forgive, maybe you were ready to feel something again.
I don’t know if it’s just me but whenever I read a “sinners x reader” I always assume the reader is gonna be black just because the movie is literally yk based around us😭 so when I read some of them and the reader isn’t perceived to be black im like.. “oh!”, Maybe that’s just me tho idk!!
Summary: “I might end up with us kissing, touching, fuckin’…girl ya body’s callin’ for me, I’m fucking you tonight.”
Contains: my extremely poor self control, everyone has a country accent, this is still for the _ strictly for the _, cursing, smut, kissing, oral (fem receiving), he’s not a vampire but he’s STILL a munch, his di€k is big and fat because cmon look at this man, nasty kissing seriously, unprotected s£x, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, rough s£x, I’m talm bout innnitttt, choking, one spank, petnames, begging, nippIe sucking, biting, u got that WAP fr, it’s cool bc Stack ain’t scared of drowning, he’s also a pvssy bully, smoke got jokes apparently😒and anything else I know I’m forgetting 🙂🤷🏽♀️
A/n- this is long so good luck🤝🏽🫶🏽 @childishgambinaax @prettyisasprettydoes1306 @twistedsistas-stuff @ayeeeitsmiracle @browngirldominion
Nothing besides the sound of your breathing and the muffled music from downstairs but the air buzzed with an electric kind of tension, thick and dangerous.
“Last chance baby, you wanna tell me what was that earlier?”
Your heart skips a beat as you feel yourself grow even more restless. The fact that he was giving you an easy way out already tipped you off that you were about to get put through your paces and that was fine because you didn’t want it easy, you wanted it hard. And in order to guarantee that…
“Not unless you wanna admit that yo’ ears was working just fine and that you don’t really need me to tell you a damn thing, then nah. I’m good.” You snark as you tilt your chin up and it actually does get dead quiet. Stack squints, furrowing his eyebrows while blinking because it’s no way he heard you correctly…except he did.
There’s a click of teeth and before you can brace yourself or open your mouth to sass him some more- you’re flat on your back with your heart in your neck and a big hand locked around your throat getting tighter by the second.
It doesn’t paint you in the best light as a lady, especially not one who’s supposed to be respectable the way you soak through your panties, hips twitching upwards and your dress pooling around your hips from because of the man standing between your thighs looking down at your everything as you whine- shamelessly. Stack watches the way your eyes flutter, mouth dropping open as you gasp. Partially because of the lack of oxygen and also because of the arousal burning though your body.
His grip is tight.
Tight enough to make you lightheaded but he knows you wouldn’t have it any other way; so wet he can taste you in the air and he smiles at how your mouth wasn’t the only thing slick about you. The sight of gold adorning his canines almost make you pass out. Shuffling your hips back a bit, you go to hump up against the fat swell in the front of his slacks and surprisingly, not only does Stack let you- he meets you. Grinding down heavily against your cunt, bending over to suck wetly at your mouth and you’re in heaven.
Bringing a hand to his belt, you pull softly at the leather and instead of taking it off, he pulls away, cooing in mock sympathy at the needy frustration on your face.
“You want it, sweet thing?”
Instinctively, you almost close your eyes because it’s bait and you know it is. It always is when he gets to talkin’ to you like that- low and indulgent. Still,
“Mhm”, you swallow; breathing somewhat clearer with Stack’s hand loosened, “I-I want it-”,
“Tough, ‘cause you can’t have it.”
Your blood is boiling underneath your skin from how bad you need him and pissed off tears begin to bud in your eyes as you glare up at him with all the heat in hell itself but his grin stays in place. Moving his hands on either side of your head as he starts moving against your core, hitting your button with every filthy grind and you moan weakly.
“Why n-”,
“Because I’m in charge and you ain’t ask nicely enough for my tastes.” He purrs against your collarbone before licking a hot wet stripe up your throat to suck nasty bruises under that spot beneath your ear that makes you keen. Large hands grope all over your body, settling on the low cut of your dress and Stack slots his mouth over yours again, tongue filling your mouth and you’re rutting against him just as hard while sucking on the muscle in pleasure. Before you can stop yourself, you run your nails down the nape of his neck. Bad(good) move.
All of the sudden, there’s a loud rip. Stack yanks away from your lips to look at the torn top of your dress. Was it expensive? Yes. Did you care? No. He swears before taking one of the swollen buds into his mouth and you gasp, drawing your eyebrows together in bliss- head spinning. Yet before you can loose yourself, Stack rolls the bud between his teeth and bites.
Pain blooms through your chest instantly making you choke, Stack tugging it before he lets go, letting the swell bounce back into place. The sting lingers something real fierce though and before you can bitch at him for it, he laves his firm tongue thickly over it, soothing the tenderness and you shudder.
Unfortunately for you, it’s only the start of the cycle as he gives your other nipple the same treatment. Sucking, biting to the point of pain, then heavy licking. It hurt but it was also good. So good that the thrumming pain in your nipples paired with the delicious waves of pleasure in your rutting core has you coming hard.
Stack doesn’t take his eyes off you.
No, he loves to see the way your pretty face forms into a pout and your swollen lips form that sexy O as you gasp and cry for him, smooth skin and licked raw nipples. Biting his lip, he watches dazed as you writhe in ecstasy, panting when you start to come down.
You’re dizzy and sweaty but you’ve never felt better still you need more. When try you catch your breath, you end up swallowing it when Stack begins to undo his vest and shirt with one hand and sliding your cum slick panties off then pocketing them with the other. You get to drink in the hard lines of muscle before he drops to his knees, pushing your dress up all the way n pressing a fat wet kiss to your clit before sucking it into his greedy mouth and you hear colors.
He’s got you sobbing in under a minute because normally when you cum, he’s kind enough to give you a couple minutes.
You really should have taken him up on taking the easy way out.
Nestling himself further into your cunt, it’s lick after lick between your swollen pussy lips, electricity running up your spine as you tremble. Heat rushes over you in mind numbing waves and threatens to overtake you completely when you’re filled with three of his thick fingers, back arching as they start to swirl harshly against that spot inside you that makes you melt, thrusting sloppily.
Stack presses his lips tight around your nub and when he starts to suck, you fall apart and he groans into your pussy while you lose it and it’s music to his ears.
And just like he knew you would, you beg.
Between the sobbing, the screaming, gasping, moaning and even apologizing…you beg- certain you were gonna lose your mind if he kept going. But that wasn’t what he wanted to hear so he kept lapping away. Drinking you down like you were the best liquor in the country.
“I- uh! Said I was s-sorry- fuck!” Shaky, worn out moans break up your sentence as Stack pulls away with an obscene smack, looking up at you with a wet mouth and lidded eyes- he licks his lips, humming at your taste.
“I heard ya but you know I want more than a lil sorry..”, he trails off and you know what he means; left to choose between your pride or your sanity.
In the moments that you decide, Stack resumes. You feel him roll your nub around with his tongue and when you feel the start of teeth- you break.
“Okay! Okay! Before- I-i said somethin’ under my breath! You was right..”, and Stack looks like the cat the got the cream.
“And what did y’say, pretty?”
Your face burns but you still speak loud enough for him to clearly hear that:
“I said that I..,” you swallow and decide to just get it over with.
“‘Said that I wish you’d break me in.”
“Good girl.”
Satisfaction rolls off Stack in waves as he nods slowly, rising to his feet with a smirk. He hums to himself as he manhandles you onto your stomach, pressing you down into a deep arch and when you hear his belt and fly come undone, blood rushes through your ears. The fat head of his tip presses at the messy wetness of your hole and he bites his lip.
“Y’ready for me to break you in, sweets?”
A warbled moan is the best you got and he takes it, stuffing you full in one thrust. Jesus Christ, it’s such a tight fit that it hurts but in the best way- back arching further as you grapple weakly at the desk. Sobbing moans and wet smacks filling the room. Stack lets out a heady groan, watching the fat of your ass recoil with every thrust, thick strings of your wetness dripping off his cock every time he slides out and he snaps.
Tangling his fingers through your hair, he gets a good grip and pulls, landing a heavy smack on your ass too. The sting makes your eyes water, intensifying the pleasure you already feel as you tighten around him and he’s fucking into you hard enough to knock the air clean out of your lungs. Meanwhile, Stack’s so overcome with pleasure that he can barely think, tingles coiling up is spine as his cock is wrapped in the tightest heat he’s had in his life, ears ringing with your moans that are rising and he knows that when you cum, it’ll be heard-even over the music.
He’s so big that he doesn’t even have to try to hit that spot inside you- shifting a little, pounding away at the nerves n’ the way you go boneless tells him all he needs to know.
“That’s the spot, huh?”
It feels like his fat head is snug up against your stomach and you just can’t quiet yourself down. Broken cries spilling from your throat with drool pooling underneath your cheek and the sight makes his chest burn; railing more than a few of your screws loose.
You were so close.
You’d been close before you waved the white flag by admission and of course he knew that. The twitching of your cunt is on the verge of milking him and he lets go of your hair to wrap his grip around your throat instead, biceps bulging as he squeezes, lips flush against your ear whispering the nastiest things and it’s too much.
Clamping down around his fat cock so tight, he can’t even move as you cum. Its like each and every one of your nerves sizzle before exploding while you leak messily around him, almost blacking out from the overwhelmingness of it all. Stack hisses at how your walls pulse around him, fucking into you with his grip tight around your windpipe until soon enough he lets go too, shooting deep into your pussy with a heavy groan.
You both take a good couple minutes to catch your breath but Stack recovers first. Pulling out slowly then adjusting himself before helping you turn over to lay on your back, breathing heavily. You’re sweaty, you can’t feel your legs, you didn’t have an extra dress to change into, but you got what you wanted and that’s what matters. A lazy grin comes over your face and Stack smiles with you, leaning down to kiss you softly and you purr happily.
“See? Y’so much nicer after you get sum ‘act right’.” Stack’s grin broadens, dimples deepening when you roll your eyes, unamused.
“Not true. I always act right.” Now that was a lie. A lie so blatantly obvious that he laughs, chest warm as it moves against yours and your face warms in affection.
“Right. And I’m Jim Crow-”, his chuckles cut off his own sentence as you swat him on the arm, laughing with him and he’s all too content until there’s a knock at the door.
“Stack n’ company? Y’all decent?” Smoke’s voice is muffled through the wood. You snort at the ‘n company’ part while Stack hurries to cover you with his jacket. It’s big so it works and kind of itchy but smells wonderful and you glow as you nod at him to respond.
“As decent as we’ll be tonight. Come in.”
Smoke comes in and his eyes widen at the state of you two. Whistling,
“Damn! You know it’s bad when you can tell who floats like a butterfly and who stings like a bee-”,
You cover your face in embarrassment as Smoke laughs so hard he has to lean against the door to hold himself up. Stack has to bite his lip to keep from laughing with him too. Sucking his teeth instead.
“Man, what do you want?” Smoke shakes his head before answering like it’s obvious.
“To see if y’all ready to go home or if y’all staying here all night.”
Huh?
“Smoke, what time is it?” He looks at his watch then back at you.
“1:47- almost 2 in the mornin’.”
Damn. The joint closed at one. Wait-! That meant-
“Could y’all-”,
“Hear? Nah, we imagined it. Cornbread gon be talkin’ bout y’all though. Anywho-“,
Your lips thin into a line and you feel a headache coming on before Stack tells his brother that yes, you’re going home and to go wait by the bar and while y’all fix up and he shoots him a look before going, turning on his heel and closing the door. You look up to find Stack already looking at you, smile soft as cotton.
“You alright, baby?”
Warmth blooms all over and you just wanna cuddle him but that’ll wait until you’re back in bed. Leaning up, you kiss him sweetly on the cheek.
“My back hurts but m’ absolutely perfect, now cmon. Smoke’s waitin'.” He nods, kissing you one last time before pulling off you. Making himself presentable and buttoning the oversized blazer of his you have on.
Stack’s carrying you down the stairs to meet Smoke and go home when you gasp, remembering something.
“Do you think Cornbread’ll have told the entire world by tomorrow?”
YAKUZA!TOJI X MILF!READER —aka toji on some joe goldberg bullshit
🎞️ 𝐒𝟏 𝐄𝟐:
⟢ rating: mdni 18+ stalking, yuji is yakuza!sukuna x reader child, toji is still delulu af, size-kink, milf kink, breeding kink, voyeurism, dilf!toji, dissociative sexual fantasies, sukuna is an asshole, masturbation, killing fantasies, obsessive tendencies, heavy manipulation, brooding, yandere fluff, cute kid megumi.
⟢ episode run time: 𝟖.𝟕𝐤
⟢ episode list: m.list
⟢ subscriber access: please comment on m.list to be tagged, rather than individual episodes as its easier for me to track.
⟢ director's note: e2 is here!! sorry for the initial issues! i hope you guys enjoy as we go deeper into toji's delulu, it's so much fun writing from his perspective. i feel like with each epi he only gets worse, hfsvsdjkfhvbsdj. he's still daddy tho.
The sky has since fallen completely dark, but the city lights of Tokyo still twinkle brightly in the distance, drowning out any stars. The light pollution still appears beautiful though, as a comforting beacon of civilization in the surrounding darkness.
The atmosphere, which had previously been so violently vibrant, has now quieted to a muted calm as the world slows down, whipping cool night air around Toji’s tense frame on his balcony.
However, it does fuck all to soothe the seared edges of his temper.
Nor does the serene scene do anything to calm the heated exchange still taking place inside your condo.
Your domestic dispute with Sukuna fiercely rages on.
Toji savors the last few puffs of his cigarette before discarding it and quickly lighting another. Chain smoking is his last salvation, lest the persistent urge to protect you completely overtakes him and causes him to act rashly.
The current state of the organization had suspicions at an all-time high. Toji couldn’t afford that considering who he was dealing with and what all could come in between the two of you should he err from the plan.
Closing his eyes, Toji manages to regain control by doing the one thing that never failed to pacify him—thinking of you, of course.
Both the sweet poison and the bitter antidote to Toji, you do nothing but constantly plague his psyche.
But perhaps it’s that he knows you need him as much as he realizes he needs you.
Over the course of time he had watched you, it didn’t take long for Toji to conclude that you only chose to remain with Sukuna for the security he provided. Preservation and the obligations of motherhood were the only logical motivations you could have.
It was glaringly apparent that Sukuna didn’t love you.
Even a blind man could see the truth of it.
Sukuna only visited you on rare occasions, when yakuza business took him beyond the central city limits, as Toji’s own surveillance and connections had revealed.
And whenever he did show up, it usually led to arguments between the two of you. If you had indeed loved Sukuna at one point you weren’t foolish enough to hold onto any of those illusions now.
Moreover, the subject of illusions—Toji had been privy to having many fantasies of you.
Weathering away at the stone around his heart he strived his whole life to build—only to then rebuild once again after his late wife—addictingly sweet visions of you so swiftly demolish the walls he set in place.
Toji allowed himself many hopeful images of what life could be like with you.
A life of ease.
That said, it would never be too easy.
Toji is still a yakuza himself and he knew the organization would never let him walk away entirely.
Nevertheless, his role was somewhat unique—an executive assassin was almost unheard of. Toji took on as many kills as he did as a way to numb and distract himself, not because it was required of him or he couldn’t pass it off to another. And ever since he’d laid eyes on you he had no desire to busy himself with anything other than you.
Toji takes pleasure in knowing he wouldn’t ever have to be away from you for long too.
As it happens, he already owns a spacious five-bedroom home just outside Tokyo in Chiba—the previous home he had hoped to share with his late wife. Toji had planned to surprise her with it once she left the hospital.
Yet instead of leaving the hospital with Megumi’s mother by his side, Toji had walked out alone. Numbed to the world, his hand had gripped the sleek black urn that had mockingly held her remains—along with his shattered hopes.
And as a result, no one had even crossed the threshold since the purchase was made.
But that would change though now that there would be the four of you to breathe life into the home.
Who else could give you that kind of life but Toji?
Certainly not Sukuna.
Toji would give you everything if you let him—but you weren’t an easy conquest, something he learned quickly as you prove it to him time and time again.
⟡
Toji recalls your second encounter with a sharpened clarity. It had taken him only two weeks to meticulously study your habits. The encounter had been carefully orchestrated, but despite his planning, the day hadn’t quite unfolded as Toji anticipated to say the least.
Parked down on the block of your typical walking path, Toji sat in his blacked-out Mercedes, keeping an eye on his rear-view mirror monitoring your approach. The mirror also showed Megumi, who was peacefully dozing in the backseat.
Heh, yeah he’d made damn sure to have the kid with him back then too.
Hardly older than 18 months and already a lady-killer, Megumi never failed to melt the heart of any woman who laid eyes upon his abundant chubby-cheeked cuteness.
Not like Toji had ever really needed to expend the effort before now. He knew just a mere look from him could get panties leaking, but you’d be harder to conquer than that.
Toji would enjoy taking his time, which if he thought about previously he would have deemed odd—he’d never been one to hold himself back or take his time with a woman.
Not anymore.
Not since her at least.
But the agony that had accompanied thoughts of his late wife had dulled considerably since he’d first started observing you.
A bonus of that being it no longer hurts as much to see Megumi—not when he would picture you rocking him in your arms.
Toji had even gone so far as to believe that she would have approved, that she would have liked you. He imagined she would have gladly chosen you to take care of both Megumi and him if she’d known you.
A familiar form appears in the rear-view mirror and Toji knows it’s game time.
Here you were, a reward for his diligence in tracking your habits, right on schedule.
Your features sparkled in the summer sun as you pushed Yuji along in his stroller, humming a tune while the child giggled along clapping.
The kid’s bubbly deposition had to come from you, Toji decided—surely none of it could have come from, nor been influenced by, Sukuna.
Toji wondered if you could even make a somber child like Megumi smile.
Biding in-wait until you passed, Toji snatched up Megumi and kept far enough distance so as to not alarm you of his presence.
His original plan had been to exit the car as you passed by and walk into the store together. But that all changed when Toji got the first glimpse of what you were wearing.
Toji would avoid being noticed by you, but your attire made it near impossible for him not to notice you.
The dress you wore was barely made modest enough to wear in public by the cardigan you draped over it. A less curvaceous woman could have likely pulled it off without turning a head.
However on your body, the way the thin loose fabric hung off your shape as it clung onto the moist areas of perspiration like a second skin—was fucking obscene.
Especially as despite your continued efforts, the crack of your ass kept gobbling up your sundress no matter how many times you subtly tried to yank it free.
Toji bet your ass could swallow his cock up just as well.
Damn.
Toji wished the walkup to the store was longer.
He’d never been one for prayer, but he would have started if whatever God deemed it fit right at that very moment to send an unanticipated gust of wind.
Your lack of panty line had his mind racing as to whether you wore a thong or were just slutty enough to be outside bare-assed in a short sundress mid-afternoon.
The green of your sundress matched his eyes too and Toji took it as another sign from the universe, he was on the right path by pursuing you like this.
You were doing this intentionally just to tease him, weren't you?
Hoping he’d see you like this and to tempt him into taking a peek, right?
Entering the grocery store, Megumi seated in-cart, Toji continued tailing you as you shopped.
True to the homemaker he previously confirmed you to be, you picked up mostly fresh produce, prime cuts of meat from the butcher, and some pantry baking items.
You were capable of more than just the frozen dinners he’d be more accustomed to if not for his Nanny’s cooking. She was a decent enough cook too—but she wasn’t you.
Nothing she cooked smelled a fraction as good as the mostly foreign, but appetizing, smells that wafted from under your door to fill the hall with warm spices.
The food you would make him, once Toji gets you settled in your new home, would definitely be much better.
You were truly perfect, well nearly so.
After tailing you down a few aisles, Toji suspects the one minor flaw you may have is you appeared to be the absentminded type.
How else could you be disregarding his overbearing presence as he continuously had put himself in your line of vision? Restlessness overtook Toji as he waited for you to look up and catch his eye, giving him a casual opening.
You had been too consumed with your phone to notice his attempts— which if he would guess, wouldn’t be successful anytime soon.
Grumbling, Toji had to take matters into his own hands if he wanted to shop with you at all.
Easy enough too, you were already so carelessly distracted.
Momentarily taking his eyes off you, Toji calculated how long it would take you to reach the end of the aisle. So as you moved from one aisle to the next, he casually nudged his cart into your path, creating a T-bone collision that made it look like you were at fault for leaving the aisle.
The bang was jolting enough to finally draw your attention.
“OH MY GOD! I WASN’T WATCHING WHERE I WAS GOING! I’M SO SORRY– I-I …Fushiguro?!”
Heh, took ya long enough to notice.
“Well, hey doll. Long time no see, ma.”
A flagrant lie.
Toji had seen you nearly everyday—you just hadn’t seen him.
He could tell you were flustered and embarrassed as multiple heads in the store had turned towards the two of you from the rattling collision.
You couldn’t apologize enough to Toji who was on cloud nine from your attention focused on him.
And as Toji had predicted, your attention was soon stolen by the black spikey haired baby boy seated in his cart.
“Oh wow Fushiguro!!—”
“—Toji, ma.”
A smirk bloomed across his features as you rolled your eyes at him, continuing your affections towards Megumi.
“—I remember you said you had a son but I didn’t know you had a little mini-me, he’s so adorable!”
Toji didn’t fail to notice the double—no triple, take you had given between himself and Megumi.
He also couldn't help but see how your big ass tiddies looked—like they wanted to bounce right outta that sundress and into his mouth—as you bent down to get a closer look at Megumi.
No bra too?
Oh, you’d surely be the death of him.
But Toji's cock wasn’t the only part of him swelling, his heart rate sped like crazy just from watching you fuss over Megumi so apologetically—much like a loving mom soothing her own child at the sight of him sniffling back tears.
For a moment, Yuji’s giggling drew Toji’s attention as the boisterous kid seemed to think it was some sort of ride. Needing no comfort at all, Yuji merrily squealed with laughter at the impact, continuing to stuff rice puff snacks into his little face.
The distraction kept Toji from warning you not to pick up Megumi and before he Toji knew what was happening— you scooped Megumi up. Settling Megumi into your arms, Toji noted you cradled him with the same joy radiating from you as you did Yuji—and much to Toji’s shock—Megumi let you.
It went without saying that Megumi wasn't the friendliest kid.
Toji suspected he had inherited that from him, along with his trademark scowl. The little terror was known to pitch a screaming fit if someone other than Toji or his nanny picked him up.
However, in your hold, Megumi appeared calm—angel-like even—as far as Toji was concerned.
More curious than upset, Megumi's tears dried at the corners of his eyes as he reached out to gently bop your nose with his tiny fist.
“Aye! Manners, kiddo.”
Toji chides Megumi, but inside he is amazed by the interaction.
Returning the gesture, you softly boop Megumi's nose with the pad of your finger, causing him to grab it in defiance, as you offered him softly whispered apologies for upsetting him.
This served to confirm in Toji’s mind the place you belonged in his life.
He couldn’t be wrong about you.
You were perfect.
Everything was aligning better than he could have hoped for.
“No harm done ma, Megumi can take a lick. Just like his daddy.”
You shook your head at Toji and gently rubbed soothing circles on Megumi’s back, cooing at him.
“Oh? So you’re growing up strong like your daddy, huh, Megumi?”
Megumi tilted his head slightly, his thumb resting gently in his mouth.
“Just don’t fool yourself into thinking you’re smooth like he does.”
You shot Toji a teasing smirk, immediately resulting in a half chub pressed against his suit pants.
Now you were… teasing him?
Oh, you had no fucking idea just how smooth Toji could be when he wanted. And Toji planned to put 3 more kids inside of you soon too, just as smoothly.
Those facts withstanding, Toji could tell his son hadn’t quite made up his mind about you yet. Megumi just blinked at you, but the fact that he wasn't screaming his head off was good enough for Toji.
“Don’t let the blank stare fool you, ma, he likes you. Trust, ya would know if he didn’t. Just takes him a while to warm up to most folks.”
You gave Toji another playful smile.
“Hmm, and wonder who he got that from?”
Primal urges surged in his veins as Toji wanted nothing more than to grab you in his arms at that moment, although Toji settled for countering with a smirk of his own.
“We’re not that bad ma—once you get to know us.”
Toji flashed a toothy grin at you, amused by the upward pull at the corners of your lips as you tried and failed, not to be entertained by him.
You gently set Megumi back down in the cart, smoothing down his onesie and safely buckling him in before turning back to Toji.
“I’m sure Megumi is a perfectly sweet kid, who just needs to come into his own a bit.”
“Eh? And whadda ‘bout me, mamas?”
“The jury is still out on you—Fushiguro.”
“—Toji,” he corrected once again—and again you responded by rolling your pretty eyes under those long thick lashes of yours.
Oh, Toji had just the thing for that ass since you liked to roll your eyes back that much.
Toji imagined how deeply they’d be lodged into your head once he stuffed you full of his fat cock—all in one go—effectively pushing your guts up into your chest.
Yeah, he had it bad for you—real bad.
Unable to stop the many intrusive sexual thoughts that would spring in his mind just from being close enough to smell the scent of your sweet vanilla and jasmine perfume.
Yet Toji couldn’t let the chance pass to press his limits with you.
“So—How about ya give me y’er number so we can set up a playdate, eh? Since ya think Megumi’s such a sweet kid and all, mamas.”
Caught off guard, you looked away from Toji in contemplation, chewing on your lip.
“Hm... I-I don't think that’s such a good idea, Fushiguro.”
You shift your stance a bit, taking on a defensive posture.
Tch, fuck. You’d be harder to crack than Toji originally thought.
Plus you seemed to still have some loyalty to Sukuna, even if you held no love for him.
But that was all fine, Toji calculates—a good thing even.
That just meant you would be all the more loyal to him once he did have you.
Thinking on his feet, Toji subtly switches tactics, playing dumb as he lifts a brow.
“Toji, doll, but ya know what I do for work. Think I gots time to be babysitting brats? What, s’not a good idea for the nanny to bring Gumi by?”
“Oh! Of course the nanny! Yeah that’s fine, erm, that's… sorry. I thought—”
“—thought, what mamas? You tryna get a playdate with me too? ”
Toji couldn’t hold back his laughter as your eyes widened in shock.
Embarrassment washed over you like a tsunami, intensified by Toji's teasing. You hid half your face with one hand while the other gripped the grocery cart handle so tightly that Toji half-expected it to snap off.
“Kiddin’ ma—lighten up a ‘lil eh? Ya left y’erself wide open for that one, doll.”
Sighing in defeat, you finally conceded to his charms, exchanging numbers with him solely so his nanny could coordinate the playdates.
“I see you think you got jokes, Fushiguro.”
Toji relished the win as your smile returned.
“Ya know I do—and it's Toji, mama.”
With that shift, Toji was pleased to see you gradually lower your guard around him, the ice between you started to melt. You continued your shopping together, Toji casually picking up a few items, occasionally seeking your advice on what to feed Megumi.
Truth be told, he had no idea. The nanny always handled all the shopping.
Subtly taking the lead in the conversation, Toji casually provoked you into revealing more about yourself. Details he couldn’t piece together—like where you grew up, what your life was like before Japan and what brought you here—all which he cataloged meticulously in his mind.
Toji wanted to ask how a smart girl planning to be a doctor with a full-ride exchange program scholarship to Tokyo University got knocked up by a dumb fuckhead like Ryomen Sukuna—but the very last thing he wanted you to think about when you were with him was Sukuna.
However, each piece of information he learned of you convinced him more of how much he wanted you—
“Oh yeah, Fushiguro! Despite what you said, I actually managed to make a friend!”
–all to himself.
Tch, a fuckin’ friend?
Toji’s demeanor darkened, but you didn’t notice—too busy humming to yourself while checking apples for bruises in the produce section.
Not like this information came as a particular surprise to him, Toji's eyes narrowed as he could guess exactly who it was right away.
Toji had seen the tall raven-haired woman whose afternoon jogs in the park so-conveniently aligned with your walks with Yuji. You both would exchange pleasantries as she admired your son, and you her commitment to fitness, that you would say you never seemed to have the time for these days.
Yet your interactions from what he had seen never ventured much beyond that.
Although Toji would normally oblige you a few friends, having a friend here would complicate his plans.
The women of The Nursery up until now had done such a good job in isolating you all on their own without him having to lift a finger. Toji was relying on their catty caste system to ultimately drive you into his arms, as the only person you could rely on.
Toji couldn’t have one of them ruin that.
He needed to know more about this ‘friend’ of yours.
How well have you gotten to know each other?
And in what ways?
The fact that this development happened right under his watchful eye, without him knowing the depth of it, had Toji cross to say the least.
Thankfully, your isolation had you starved for an attentive ear, so you were eager to spill your guts about your new friend to him.
And as the good future husband he’d be to you, Toji was sure to listen now as he would in the future—or at least appear like he was most of the time.
“She’s new like me! Well, not new I suppose, but back for a stay here with her fiancé until things calm down due to all the commotion happening overseas now.”
So that woman did intend to leave.
Good.
The sooner the better so Toji’s own hand wouldn’t have to be forced and your little ‘friend’ could be spared.
Toji couldn’t have anything or anyone coming in between the two of you—no matter the consequences from who they were.
“She doesn’t have any kids so I’ve been giving her tips and sharing how I dealt with Yuji this past year. She always seems to be busy though, so we haven’t really had the chance to really do anything—but she calls me often.”
Toji’s teeth clenched.
They dared to make phone contact even?
And bad girl—you’d been so eager to give this stranger, who had no respect for boundaries, your number but you hesitated with him?
What did Toji need to do to show you he was the only one with your best interests in mind?
Toji was the only one you should have confided in and the only one you should trust.
“Heh, well isn’t that nice, ma.”
Toji would have to figure out how to deal with the problem of your new friend at a later time. He didn’t want to spend the fleeting moments he had remaining with you brooding, as it was sure to soon show on his face and sour the mood.
Pivoting the subject back to just the two of you, Toji inquired about the baked goods he’s still owed. He could tell you’d forgotten already, but he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity he had to taste your cooking.
It would keep him sated long enough until he could actually taste you.
“Ya know, I usually don’t like sweets though.”
Toji told you when you asked his favorite dessert and you were genuinely determined you could bake him something he’d like.
“Hmm, you know I can make a mean fudge brownie! I make them with semi-sweet chocolate too. Plus, since I moved here I also cut some sugar and added matcha to the recipe, so they wouldn’t be too sweet. they are so gooey they melt in your mouth.”
“Heh, yeah—I bet you would too, ma.”
This time, you didn’t suppress your amused cackle as you shook your head and pushed your cart forward, still overall ignoring his persistent flirtations even if you were growing more comfortable with them.
Toji sensed the playful personality you’d kept tightly wrapped under all those layers from being with Sukuna, whose cruel sense of humor would only serve to crush yours.
Toji couldn’t wait to be the one to fully draw it back out of you.
“Ugh—boy, you play too much, Fushiguro!”
Toji chuckled, pushing his cart along after yours—he could tell your cheeks were still burning though.
“—Toji, ma.”
When you both finally reached the register, Toji checked out first, slyly sliding his card to cover your groceries as well.
You were completely unaware though, having left your cart with him in line while you rushed Yuji to the bathroom.
Yuji, being the growing boy that he was, had devoured his rice snacks too quickly and promptly spat them up all over himself.
Feeling smug in his chivalry, Toji anticipated seeing an even sweeter smile when you returned to find your groceries already paid for.
Yet, he’d seemingly made another miscalculation with you.
As when you returned to see your groceries bagged and paid for, you kept Yuji in your arms as you placed your bags of groceries in the stroller itself, storming out without a word leaving behind a dumbfounded Toji.
Toji was more than puzzled as you seemed furious at the fact Toji had done what he deemed to be ‘a-nice-thing-any-woman- would-want’.
The fuck happend?!
Shifting Megumi and own bag in his arms, Toji swiftly pursued you.
“Oy, mamas!”
You ignored him but Toji wouldn’t give up on you easily, or at all truthfully.
You didn’t realize that yet but Toji figured you must have gathered he was bullheaded enough to keep following you until you acknowledged him once you abruptly stopped and whipped around to face him.
“What, no ‘thank you’ f’er me, ma?”
Toji watched your nostrils flare as you angrily snapped at him.
“Thank you?!”
God, you were beautiful—even pissed off.
Toji knows he should be more focused on what you were saying in the moment, as you heatedly gave him a piece of your mind. However, Toji zoned out momentarily, unable to quiet his internal thoughts that screamed to him how pretty you were with your brow furrowed and cheeks puffed in indignation.
“... and furthermore you think you can just buy me, is that it?! That just because I have to rely on Sukuna and accept living in a building full of side hoes to give Yuji a comfortable life that I’ll just giggle and go along with anything like the rest of those bitches?!”
Shit.
You were actually pissed.
Ah fuck.
Toji had greatly underestimated your self-worth. Once again, you proved him wrong—and once more, that pleased him. It further highlighted how you were in fact a pearl among The Nursery pigs.
“Uh, Fuck mamas, er–I-I…no–”
Yet you proved to be such a wildcard that you had Toji of all people stuttering as he scrambled to find the right words to appease you.
“—then what?! Say something!”
Toji had to think fast.
He could see how it looked bad now, but in a rare form from his usual nature, Toji’s intentions had been honest. Toji just really wanted to show you he had the means and could take care of you—not to buy you.
Nonetheless, Toji really only had himself to blame as he’s sure you’ve heard of his far less than pious reputation.
Ostracized or not, the bougie women of The Nursery were terrible gossips and he was sure you’d overheard plenty less than savory information about him.
Of course, with all things considered, you’d assume the worst of him.
But Toji had never even bothered to learn any of those bitches names, much less buy them anything—they would give him gifts.
In this situation though, to quell your anger and regain your favor, Toji devised a quick lie, hoping it would smooth things over.
“Tch,” he began, scratching the back of his head and awkwardly looking away from you.
He had to be sure to sell it.
“No, it’s just ah, the guy—er, the teller. He assumed we were together.”
Toji shifted his stance, readjusting a drowsy Megumi in his arms.
“So, you told him we were…?”
You raised a brow, huffing but you didn’t seem as angry as before. Toji saw your eyes soften a bit, distracted by a cute lil yawn from Megumi who sleepily burrowed his face deeper into his shoulder.
Good kid, lookin out for y’er old man, aye Gumi?
Seeing how Megumi was disarming you, Toji knew this was his chance at redemption. Like a gentle giant, Toji’s large hand dwarfed his son’s small head with affection pats—an action he had picked up from observing you.
“Not exactly—but I supposed it looked that way, ma. What with the kids n’ya leaving all y’er shit with me n’all. Easier to just pay then explain.”
Toji continued before you could say anything, seeing as you didn’t look quite convinced.
“Trust me, from all of what you told me today, I know ya can take care of y’erself mamas… even if you are with that asshole.”
You regarded Toji with a scrutinizing gaze for all of a minute, yet that minute felt like hours to him.
He couldn’t remember feeling this uneasy ever—and being in the Yakuza put him in several situations in the past he thought he wouldn’t make it out of.
“Fine,” you resigned with a sigh, “It’s whatever then.”
Seeing that you had set aside the words you originally intended to scold him with, Toji felt that this was the best possible outcome he could have hoped for.
Well shit, bullet dodged.
“Uh yeah, well…I’ll see you around then Fushiguro—”
Toji couldn’t just let you leave like this, on uneasy terms with your frustration still evident.
“—Wait ma!”
And even more so as Toji stopped you once again.
“Look…I ain’t too big to admit I fucked up, mamas. Let me make it up to ya, yeah? Give ya a ride back so ya don’t hafta walk back in this heat?”
Toji knew you wanted to reject his offer out of pride, but he was serious now—there was no fuckin’ way he was gonna let you walk back.
Your load of groceries was way more than your usual trips, and on top of carrying Yuji, a sizable boy for his age, your purse and pushing the stroller would turn a 15 minute walk into a 25 minute one easily.
The scorching summer sun perched high at its peak at this time of day and the thick, near suffocating, humidity could easily turn to heat exhaustion—especially for a young toddler.
He knew you knew that too.
You’d have to accept, per Toji’s calculations.
And you did.
“Okay, why not...”
Yet the reluctance was clear in your voice.
The ride back began uneventfully, yet the calm atmosphere inside the car was tinged with awkwardness.
Megumi was snoozing in his car seat, while Yuji sat on your lap in the passenger seat.
Despite the lingering tension, Toji could see the relief on your face. The transition from the sweltering heat to the cool comfort of his air-conditioned Mercedes had clearly brought you much-needed respite.
The domesticality of it all was something Toji didn’t realize he would miss as much as he did, and it pissed him off that it was something Sukuna of all people had and took for granted.
However, when Toji glanced over at you, he tightened his grip on the wheel with both hands.
Your actions were purely innocent as you entertained Yuji, bouncing him on your knees. However, the movement caused your sundress to lift and bunch damn near to your hips.
Toji swore he could feel the steering wheel crack under his grip as he fought the urge to slide a hand onto your thigh, or at minimum over his soon-to-be-bricked-up cock.
Fuck. Get it together.
But there was nothing Toji could have done to stop his dissociative daydreams, which had grown increasingly vivid since laying eyes on you, from consuming him.
The sleek hardness of the leather steering wheel morphed to be malleable like the inner flesh of your thighs. Toji gripped the wheel tighter, which only made the visualization of how soft your skin would be in contrast to the texture of his calloused hand more apparent. The same hand which would so graciously sink into the warm plush of your skin with reassuring squeezes.
Finally, Toji would also get his answer as to whether or not you had been wearing panties. Toji’s wandering hand would only need to travel up the tiniest bit higher to press his knuckles right against your core.
And when it came down to it, whether you had them on or not mattered little to Toji—regardless of the result, he still intended to bully his thick middle knuckle directly into your clit.
Toji would take satisfaction in keeping his main attention on the road as he engaged you in casual conversation—all the while drawing slow absentminded circles around your bud. He would only pause if he felt the lil’ thing swell up enough—to the point where the soft clicking sounds from your slick could be heard if there wasn’t music playing.
He’d edge you with subtle, yet incessant, pleasure all the way home. Seeing just how much of his teasing your messy cunt could handle.
Toji's mind was stuck so badly in-between your thighs that he’d actually been caught off guard when you finally broke the silence, eagerly asking about his playlist as “How Do U Want It” pumped through the car speakers.
And that's how Toji managed to worm his way back into your good graces.
You seemed genuinely surprised to discover he was also a fan of ’90s hip-hop when he told you he was.
Of course, being a fan of ’90s hip-hop wasn’t a lie—but he had heard this particular song playing from your apartment before, so he made sure to add it to a playlist for whenever he’d be able to get you into his car.
Much to Toji’s enjoyment, before long you were laughing again as he attempted—very, very poorly—to rap along to some of the lyrics in English.
Pleased to have won you back over, Toji purposely missed at least two turns just to keep you in his car a bit longer.
If the day had ended there, he would have considered it a win.
But, of course, with his luck, things would prove to be anything but victorious.
Naturally, once you both returned, Toji carried your bags upstairs. However, that didn’t stop him from playfully teasing you.
Toji joked that—‘Miss Independent didn’t want him paying for her groceries, but she sure as hell didn’t mind him carrying them’—and was rewarded again with the soft snorts of your laughter.
It’s not like you didn’t have your hands full though, cradling both Megumi and Yuji, who were now fast asleep—one on each of your shoulders.
It was…cute.
Fuck, when even was the last time Toji even thought something was cute?
You were cute though, especially with the kids.
That he didn’t mind admitting.
Toji regretted that he didn't snap a picture of the moment. He knew it would likely be over soon.
Heh, maybe it didn’t have to be though.
With both boys asleep in your arms, Toji considered the likelihood of coaxing you to invite him in. You’d surely need help carrying both Yuji and your bags inside—but he didn’t want to push his luck, especially after he had already majorly fucked things up with you once today.
Although, Toji realized you wouldn’t need any convincing when you looked at him with a kind smile that reached all the way into your bright eyes. That was all the encouragement he needed to step across the threshold, technically uninvited, as he held the door open for you.
Toji would have entered too, had the energy not immediately shifted.
“—and just what the fuck is this?”
Motherfucker.
Down the hallway, Sukuna had since stepped out of the elevator with his right hand, Uraume, close behind. Sukuna appeared already agitated, barking rushed orders over the phone.
But Sukuna abruptly ended the call the moment he saw Toji about to enter the condo with you. And as if he owned the entire building himself, Sukuna exuded obnoxious dominance in every stride as he approached.
Toji may have outranked him but Sukuna rivaled Toji in both size and presence, sauntering over to loom behind you with an unmistakable air of possessiveness.
Tch, Sukuna shouldn’t even be here.
Toji had miscalculated—a rare miscalculation, but a big one nonetheless—what he gets, he supposed, for trusting a less than meticulous intel source.
According to his, now incorrect intel, Sukuna was supposed to be in Shinjuku at headquarters. The fact that he was here, interfering with his time he had so meticulously planned with you, infuriated Toji.
Shit—he hadn’t wanted Sukuna to see you two together just yet.
Despite Toji being unable to hide his disdain, he offered a respectful nod to Sukuna, as was customary between fellow upper-ranked yakuza.
Sukuna returned the gesture in-kind, along with a smug grin that had plastered itself across his face.
Tension saturated the air and Toji noticed that your once-gentle smiles had faded, replaced by wary glances exchanged between him and Sukuna.
Toji’s hand causally brushed yours as you carefully handed Megumi back to him before you faced Sukuna.
He noticed you running the spot on your hand where your skin had touched.
Did you also feel the electricity between the two of you burn your skin?
Toji had.
“If I knew you were coming, you could have picked me up from the store, Ryo! Then I wouldn’t have had to be a bother to Fushiguro...”
You could never be a bother to Toji.
Looking you over, Toji scrutinized your every movement. He knew you were merely trying to shift focus and keep the peace—but to do it for him?
After everything today, and how he unintentionally put his foot in his mouth with his actions?
Were—were you falling for him, already?
The slightly strained smile on your face still looked sweet enough, and Toji might have mistaken it for genuine—if not for the real warmth you’d shown him just moments before Sukuna’s arrival.
You really had saved your smiles just for him, isn’t that right mama?
Toji’s heart beats wildly at the thought, however his good temperaments were greatly diminished as he noted how the light in your eyes dimmed.
Seeing you shrink yourself to answer to Sukuna, no matter how insignificant—pissed him off.
Well, at least thanks to him, you wouldn’t have to suffer Sukuna much longer.
As Toji had expected, Sukuna didn’t try to suppress his asshole-like nature, even towards you. Your attempted olive branch had been rebuffed by the heavy hand on your shoulder. It was evident Sukuna was unconcerned with your excuses as he focused solely on Toji.
“Ah Fushiguro, I see you’ve met my son and his mother.”
Even though Sukuna had failed to give you a title, the intent behind his words and demeanor was unmistakable:
Sukuna owned you.
So that's how it is, eh?
Toji couldn’t say he was surprised.
Although his possessive nature wasn't driven by affection for you, Sukuna simply never liked to share his toys.
Sukuna must have thought you were just another plaything for Toji, well aware of what Toji got up to typically at The Nursery,
Eh, and were you any other woman, Sukuna would have been right.
But you were never toy to Toji, he wanted much more than just to fuck you, even before he realized it himself.
Toji would be lying if he said that he wasn’t looking forward to that too though.
“Heh, we’ve already had our introductions before, isn’t that right…?”
Toji was pleased by the flushed, wide-eyed expression on your face when he dared to address you by your first name—just as he was pleased that Sukuna’s smirk faltered into a scowl at Toji’s bold familiarity with you.
Toji mainly did it to piss Sukuna off. However seeing you flustered, knowing he could have an effect on you even in front of Sukuna, had been a much sweeter treat.
“Oh? Then she must know not to pay heed to old roosters who are now forced to spend more time in the hen house than running the farm these days. Although, a rooster who cannot crow effectively is of little use anywhere else, I suppose.”
Toji’s expression held firm onto the casual smugness he wore, but inside he was boiling.
Toji knew exactly what Sukuna was referring to.
Since his late wife passed, Toji had been only sent for specialized jobs that required his immense powerhouse abilities. Although he could easily air out a room of 20 men, Toji was considered to be more of a loose cannon than ever before.
Simply not caring—Toji took his anger out on more than just his targeted kills with no second thoughts given to the collateral damage of the environment he was in nor the civilian casualties around. Thus Toji made the damage control messier and harder on the organization in cases where more precision was needed.
Some would have called that a liability and had him dealt with, yet the bigger liability still would be trying to ‘deal with’ Toji in the first place.
Many had tried over the years for one reason or another—and it had been a guaranteed death sentence every time too.
Regardless, Toji had remained dog loyal to the organization though, with little care for power or status, even though it came to him anyway.
As long as he was paid, Toji had been content—and in turn, so had the organization.
This resulted in Toji mostly being able to do as he pleased, even when he went a little rogue at times.
“Rooster, eh—”
Toji knew Sukuna’s condescending smug attitude stemmed from the special privileges he’d been given to sit in on the executive meetings to solve the current unrest of having to do with whatever old fuck of an executive had gotten himself offed.
Regardless, it could still be seen as a loss of status not being in those meetings.
More importantly—Toji’s rogue behaviors could easily be manipulated into a target on his back should Sukuna assert he’d been a part of the internal treason.
Toji knew he had to tread cautiously with Sukuna, but Toji still did not feel threatened in the least.
“—I’d like to think of myself here as more of a fox though, it suits me better don’t ya think?”
Toji’s gaze had briefly met your own, and you quickly turned away, his grin growing even wider.
But then again, if Sukuna wanted to think Toji was down and out—Toji would let him.
It would work to Toji’s advantage in the long run with securing you as his anyway.
Toji wasn’t worried as he had nothing to do with that old geezer getting wacked and he was glad they’d left him out of it.
Besides, Sukuna being brought into the inner circle could have just as easily been a way to keep a closer watch on him. After all, Sukuna wasn’t an executive—and while Toji was, his role was to eliminate threats, not uncover them. It made more sense for Toji to stay away than for Sukuna to be involved at all.
All which was a net win for Toji, as he found himself with more opportunities to spend time with you, while the organization conveniently kept Sukuna occupied.
With a swift, smooth motion, Toji bent down to retrieve the stray apple that had rolled from your grocery bag. He polished it against his suit jacket before handing it back to you with a sly smile.
“Ya know, I am just next door lil’ hen. This ol’fox is still capable of being a good neighbor. I’ll always have plenty of sugar for you too, should you ever find yourself in need…”
Toji turns to Sukuna.
“...Especially since Sukuna has his hands full on the upper levels of the farm these days, eh? S’a wonder at all how ya manage to visit the hens on this floor too.”
Toji watched with amusement as your eyes widened at the blatant innuendos given right in front of Sukuna, who merely was left growling as his cell audibly and persistently vibrated.
Sukuna deemed the call more important than the coded banter with Toji, as he all but dragged you and Yuji into the condo—leaving the groceries for Uraume to bring in.
Although he had won the battle of the day, Toji regretted his actions later that evening when he inevitably lost the war.
Sukuna made sure to let it be known Toji lost too, as Sukuna had fucked you against the adjoining wall of the master bedroom so hard the entire wall shook.
Your pained yet pleasure-filled moans seeped through the thick insulation of the walls.
Using you like you were just one of his toys, Sukuna was quite literally pounding the point home that you belonged to him with every forceful quake.
Point taken, but what angered Toji more was Sukuna was being too rough with you.
Toji could have sworn he heard you plead for Sukuna to slow down and the irony of his concern was not lost on Toji.
Toji was never known for being a particularly gentle lover himself, but your body had been through enough—you’re a mother now.
You deserved better than the careless treatment of some cheap plastic fuck doll.
Nevertheless, despite the roughness, it was clear from the diluted moans through the insulation—you had liked it.
Sukuna was still making you cum.
And oh god, did Toji ever want to prove to your precious pussy that his thick inches would fuck her even harder if that’s what she asked of him.
Toji had to repress a frustrated groan when he realized he was painfully hard.
Your damped cries had Toji palming himself for relief before he even knew what he was doing.
Yet for all the perverse arousal he felt, Toji did feel some semblance of guilt.
His taunting of Sukuna ensured that this punishment was a lesson for the both of you.
But—Fuck.
Toji couldn’t deny his sadistic side.
He was a killer after all.
Even the distressed tremor of your euphoric moans sounded absolutely heavenly to him, and it wasn’t long before Toji fumbled with his own belt to drag out his heavily leaking cock.
Thick humid breaths left Toji as he hissed from having thumbed off the viscous pre-gathering on his redden tip.
Toji slowly spread it down his pulsing length, shuddering.
His frustrations at not being the one touching you—not being the one making you shiver and moan, are only rivaled by his frustration of this being the first time he’s had any real fire in his loins since he’s met you.
The fierce desire to cum was overtaking his more rational brain or self-control as he’d hadn’t been this hard in weeks, even when he’d rub one out from watching old security footage of you.
Wanting any semblance of contact, Toji placed his free hand on the wall—on the exact spot he imagined Sukuna had your cheek pressed against.
With closed eyes, Toji pictured himself cupping your face, thumb smoothing away any stray hairs or tears while he is the one thrusting into you, filling you.
His large hand encompassed his length while he thrusted into his rough palm, faster now that the speed of the thumping had increased—signaling Sukuna was close to finishing you.
Swallowing a frustrated roar, your muted cries for Sukuna through the wall brought Toji out of his fantasies and back to the harsh reality that Sukuna was the one balls deep in your tight milf pussy—while he was only in his own hand.
Nevertheless, Toji was determined to cum and even more so, determined to soon be the one making you scream in pleasure.
If you were this loud now—you’d be much louder on his cock.
Toji leaned in even closer, resting his head on his forearm against the wall, the wall that still shuddered with the force of Sukuna ruthlessly rearranging your guts.
Forcing himself to dissociate once more, so he could finish—Toji squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he bit his lip to the point of drawing blood. In the daydream, in Toji’s mind, it wasn’t the coarse skin of his palm that stroked his cock but the silky, wet heat of your cozy lil’ cunt.
Toji convinced himself that the sloshing noises that rang throughout his bedroom were from him stretching your pussy to his shape as his fat tip slammed against your cervix— and not from the embarrassing amount of pearlescent fluid spilling over his hand.
He hadn’t even cum yet—a testament to how backed up he truly was.
Toji should have been ashamed at the way his girth had pulsed in his palm, but he was so close, and so determined to finish with you, there was no room for ego.
Picking up speed to nearly the point of chafing, Toji jerked his cock feverishly. Toji came when he heard the loudest moan yet vibrate through the wall, and the banging had ceased with a final jarring shake.
Rolling back his eyes, Toji released his load all over the wall of his master bedroom, finally sated. Toji had allowed himself to release a strangled groan of relief, once he believed you both were no longer near the wall.
Panting and half-delirious with euphoric release, Toji’s eyes followed the trail of his thick cum splatter slowly trickling down the wall as his once engorged cock deflated in his hand.
With a curled lip and narrowed-in eyes, the white fluid turns red in his mind’s eye.
A dark chuckle escaped his lips and Toji fantasized what it would be like to put a slug right between Sukuna’s eyes. Toji’s large load pooled onto the floor in a similar fashion to how Sukuna’s brains would leak, spilling out as it also formed a similarly morbid pool of fluids.
Yet even despite his more ruthless inclinations, upon inhaling a deep breath, Toji felt an unfamiliar zen wash over him.
Killing was just business to Toji, and he couldn’t recall the last time the thought of offing someone had brought him this much pleasure or any semblance of peace.
Yet the fact revealed itself to him then, in that moment—the truth that he’d kill everyone in this goddamn organization for you if that's what it took.
Toji knew Sukuna wasn’t one of those cowardly fucks who would just roll over while someone moved in on his woman either, so Toji would likely be forced to kill him should Sukuna ever find out his true plans for you.
Toji sighs reluctantly—it was just a mere fantasy.
Not that he gave two fucks what would happen to Sukuna, but killing him would only fan the flames and might even cause an all-out internal war within the organization.
A war that as the top assassin, he’d be expected to quell with force—for god knows how long.
Ultimately, that would mean a loss for Toji too.
The more involved with the organization he was, the less time he’d get with you.
Brute force was never the ideal way to deal with someone like Sukuna, and it would be better for everyone if you seemingly left him of your own accord.
But what other choice did he have?
He’d do what it took to get you at the end of the day.
And while these complications may have deterred a younger Toji, you, as well as the challenge itself, breathed new life into his aging bones.
That life extended into all areas of his current one. Even the usually reserved Megumi had become less quiet and more responsive to Toji with his changed demeanor and increased presence around The Nursery.
You didn’t even know how much you were fixing his life even if you were only on the outskirts of it now.
You had made him better—so in turn, he would give you better.
Toji had no real interests, hobbies, nor friends.
Your moving-in had been the most exciting thing that had happened to him since she had been alive and Toji had lived the last year of his life on autopilot—but no more.
Now that he had something, well, someone that made him feel energized once again.
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The familiar trill of a cell phone—one of the many burners he used for his yakuza dealings—pulls Toji out of his thoughts once again.
His lip curls in annoyance at the person on the line.
This is why Toji likes working alone.
Others were not only liabilities, but they were rarely ever self-sufficient.
Always wanting to ‘check-in’ and ‘confirm the plan’, rather than just taking the damn action themselves like they were supposed to.
But alas, the task of getting rid of Sukuna was something Toji knew he couldn’t do alone, he needed the intel source, even if they were unreliable at best.
Toji answers the call, but keeps it brief with his clipped replies.
By the time it ended, he was already scoffing, indifferent to the voice still speaking on the other end as he cut the call short and hung up as soon as he got the info he needed.
Shoving the phone into his back pocket, Toji sparks another cigarette.
His 'partner' had so kindly reminded him of the loose ends he still needed to tie up.
But that could wait.
For now, Toji remained where he was, stationed on his balcony—ready to stay out here all night for the small chance you may need him.
⟢ end credits: please comment, like and reblog and lmk what you think! I'd really appreciate the feedback as this fic has been my baby working on it.
i will likely end up completing another work while i work on episode 3 as my adhd ass usually needs to break it up in order not to get writers block and unlike e2 i had only done the outline so far, so if i post something else in the meantime just know i'm still working on episode 3!
YAKUZA!TOJI X MILF!READER —aka toji on some joe goldberg bullshit
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⟢ rating: mdni 18+ stalking, drugs (alcohol, cigs), yuji is yakuza!sukuna x reader child, toji is a freaky frog (lol tysm @buttercupblu143 for that), toji is delulu af, size-kink, milf kink, breeding kink, voyeurism, dilf!toji, obsessive tendencies, heavy manipulation, brooding, yandere fluff.
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⟢ episode list: m.list
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⟢ director's note: i've been working on this fic so long so i'm finally happy to share it with you, hope you enjoy it! disclaimer—this is a plot-driven, eventual smut fic and is told mostly in Toji POV through flashbacks until the end of episode 3. so if you stick with me i promise you a freak nasty pay off in episode 4 💕🤭. the build up and decent into Toji's crazy makes it 100x better, trust~
Cracking his stiffened neck with a pop, Toji lazily exhales a plume of smoke. Absent-mindedly watching as it dissipates up into the amber sky.
Streaks of molten gold laced with crimson flare in the atmosphere as the sun sinks into the horizon, its reflection shimmering like fire off the distant Tokyo skyscrapers.
Worthy of being his favorite smoking spot, the idyllic viewpoint of his balcony is breathtakingly peaceful—or it would be, if it didn’t also provide a front-row seat to his next-door neighbors' heated domestic disputes.
“No more lies Ryo! I’m taking Yuji and we’re getting the fuck up outta this place!”
Your voice in particular travels outside loud and clear once it reaches a certain octave, eviscerating any serenity the spot may have offered. It’s almost as if the sky was perfectly mirroring the tumultuous end of a relationship in the violent dusky atmosphere.
Heh.
Well, Toji supposed a few things in life could actually be coincidences.
He would call it poetic—but nah.
Toji knew fuck all about poetry.
“Bitch? Oh I’M the crazy bitch?! BET! I’ll show you a fuckin’ crazy ass bitch!”
Toji snorts, pushing back his messy bangs as he blows more clouds into the atmosphere.
“Y’er really sumthin’ else mamas....”
To say Toji is impressed by you is an understatement.
You're confident, not taking shit from nobody—not even your high-ranking yakuza baby daddy.
Toji likes that trait about you—just one of many on the ever-growing list of things about you that have caught his attention over the past few months.
93 days to be exact.
That’s how long it had been since you moved into The Nursery and he first laid eyes on you.
The Nursery—as it is dubbed by those in-the-know, stands as a highrise of luxury condominiums owned by the Yakuza. Located in a luxury suburb of Tokyo, Denenchofu, The Nursery serves as an undercover haven to place the girlfriends, favored mistresses and illegitimate children of relatively high-level yakuza—out of the way.
And with the ease of a fond memory, Toji smirks, remembering the very first day you moved in.
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The unfamiliar keys fumbled in your delicate hand as you had struggled to open the door to your new condo—the condo right next to his own.
Neighbors, eh?
Although Toji couldn’t say he was surprised. He’d gotten a tip he’d be getting a new neighbor but he couldn’t have imagined they’d be someone like you.
A new mom of about a year—and a foreigner.
That much he could tell from first glance.
Your son, whom Toji would later learn was named Yuji, balanced on one hip while your purse and several other bags weighed on the other.
All your frustrations were betrayed in the tone of your voice as you cradled your phone between your ear and shoulder. Whoever was on the other end of the line acted as a sympathetic ear to your exasperation concerning the lack of help moving in.
You were stressed to say the very least and in clear need of help.
Yet even to a stranger, it wouldn’t take more than a glance to see that Toji wasn’t the type to care about being neighborly—let alone considerate enough to help someone he didn’t know. So when he found himself moving toward you, the warm look of expectancy and familiarity you gave him was surprising.
Before he could even say a word, you turned to him with a bright smile, mouthed a weary yet appreciative ‘Thank you’, and unceremoniously plopped Yuji into his arms.
With one arm freed, you were finally able to open the door to your condo.
Toji watched as you strolled inside, your bags haphazardly abandoned in the entryway, to survey the luxury condo—all the while still immersed in your phone conversation.
The exchange had left Toji at a loss for words.
That was not how people typically reacted to him.
While astute enough to blend in whenever needed, once noticed—a broad muscular man of over six feet, dark features and a deep menacing scar on his lip—to say Toji was merely intimidating would be a vast understatement.
Pocketing the unlit cigarette that had been in his mouth, he wordlessly followed you inside. A rare curiosity overtook him, and he would later be grateful that it had drawn him to you.
Toji’s eyes watched you closely as you moved around the space, but he remained silent, allowing you to conduct your inspection.
Instead, he seized the opportunity to inspect you.
Remaining in the foyer with Yuji, squirming but tucked safely under his arm, Toji’s eyes shamelessly roamed your body. Allowing his gaze to linger on the more curvier parts of you that commanded his attention.
The stretchy black leggings you wore fit on your form like second skin, while the waistband sat low on your hips. The tight material so graciously dug into your curves, showing off the exact shape of your plump backside.
Speaking of—Toji didn’t miss the way your ass nor thighs had jiggled when you swayed your hips, surveying the room.
On future occasions, when Toji had the pleasure of trailing behind you in the hall, he’d have to press his lips into a hard line in order to resist whistling at the sight.
Toji quickly learned from your constant athleisure attire that you preferred to dress more comfortably.
But comfy didn’t mean frumpy.
On the contrary, from the sleek black italian leather of your Gucci bags and your pristine vintage 5411 sneakers, Toji could tell you were used to having nice things wrapped around your thick serpentine curves.
But what really consumed Toji’s thoughts as he got to know you better was how, no matter how loose-fitting your tops, tees, and dresses were, they still somehow clung enticingly to the buoyancy of your fucking huge milk swollen tits.
Fuck n' hell—how crazy would it feel if he could just slip his dick between them?
Toji chuckled to himself.
He was no minute man but the heavy ripened mounds attached to you would even serve as a challenge for him, he was sure of it.
Licking his lips, Toji reluctantly tore his errant eyes away from your body once you ended your call and turned your attention back to him.
He still couldn’t forget the smile you graced him with upon meeting his gaze. Like a vision, your features sparkled brightly as you openly laughed at the way he was carrying Yuji.
“You might be built like a linebacker, big guy, but he’s a baby—not a football.”
Toji’s pants tighten at your words describing his physique even if they weren’t meant for flattery.
His assessment of you was compeleted at that moment:
Toji concluded—you were the complete dictionary definition of a MILF in his eyes, and he knew from that very moment—with every fiber in his being—he wanted to fuck you.
But almost annoyingly, more than that, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt true desire spread anywhere else besides his cock. A strange, almost faint-like feeling constricting his chest simply from the audacity of being in your presence.
“And where’s your boss, huh?”
You looked skeptical of Toji as you took Yuji back.
The cherry-cheeked boy, thrilled to be in his mama's arms again, giggled and clung to you like a little koala. Toji watched intently, his gaze afix on you as you happily cooed back at Yuji while you gently bounced him.
Toji could have sworn you even had the nerve to bat your long lashes innocently upon glancing back at him for an answer.
It was your was entire aura Toji was utterly captivated by and rendered motionless.
Frozen.
The scene had stirred a feeling he’d thought he’d been numb to since his late wife passed.
No one else had made him feel that way before or since.
Exactly who in the hell were you?
“Yo! Earth to tough guy! Don’t tell me you’re a mute yakuza?”
The scar on Toji’s mouth twitched. His expression pulling into an amused smirk from your either fearlessness, or just plain cluelessness, in addressing someone of Toji's rank in such a way.
Besides, Toji was a lot of things, sure, but snitch wasn’t one of them.
The mute yakuza you referred to—the ones consequently without tongues—were the only ones he knew of in the organizations.
“Nah, ma I aint.”
Toji dramatically lets his tongue roll out of his mouth for emphasis, taking pleasure in your recoil of him.
His thick appendage flicked salaciously at you and your eyes widened slightly, face warming, before feigning some indignation.
You’d huffed at him, turning your head away at his display before opting to change the subject, sass still lingering.
“And you're here because…why? Sukuna couldn’t even be assed to make sure his son and baby moms’ moved in safely so he sent you? What?—he’s too busy thuggin’ in the streets?”
From the looks of the pink haired brat with the similar birthmarks under his eyes, it didn’t take much for Toji to deduce that you were put here by Sukuna even before you confirmed it to him.
Toji had heard a hushed rumor from a while back that Sukuna had a kid with someone outside of the organization.
Tch, Ryomen Sukuna—a relative newcomer for how few years he had been in the organization though he had quickly risen in ranks.
All due to his ruthlessness and cutthroat nature—taking over a rival organization’s business, which simultaneously gave yours a vast money-laundering front and quelled a long standing turf war in one go.
Sukuna was a force.
Dangerous and arrogant to a fault, with a generally unlikeable disposition to top it all off. But his impressive track record earned him the respect he had.
The smug ornery bastard surely didn’t deserve a walking smokeshow like you.
But Sukuna had at least done right by you to move you into The Nursery.
You should be safe here at least—Or you usually would be.
But with the recent assassination of an executive overseas—one of the bosses right-hand men, everyone was on high-alert of potential threats or next targets.
There was currently no information, nor motive on why this had happened.
The assumption had been it was an internal coup, a power play—yet anyone with the means or motive had been in Japan at the time—including Sukuna.
Sukuna had made more than his fair share of enemies during his short-time, even within the organization. It would be no gamble to say the people who wanted after Sukuna wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you or your kid.
Especially those who may have thought he had something to do with this recent upset.
Left to your own devices, you would surely end up dead with the mouth you had on you—but that wasn’t his problem.
Toji smirked.
“That shitty lil’ rookie ain’t my boss mamas. If anything he’d answer t’me.”
Not exactly a lie—but not quite the truth either.
As the Yakuza’s most deadly assassin, Toji was given the executive title but had always been a lone wolf in the organization. Toji didn’t necessarily have the direct authority to order Sukuna around, yet given Toji’s standing as an executive, Sukuna still had to show him respect.
Being sold into the organization as a young child to cover his former family’s debts, Toji had more than earned his stripes. Toji was someone, for whom for all intents and purposes, you did not ever want to see—as he would likely be the last person you would ever see should you have the misfortune.
The rank was given to him more out of fear and reverence for his service to the organization than anything else.
In contrast, Sukuna dealt in operations, a leader with a growing territory of command along with a unit of kyodai under him.
Two completely different sectors.
However, Toji doesn’t regret he’d told the little lie as he remembers enjoying the way your face dropped, falling into embarrassment as you began apologizing profusely for the mistake.
At least you knew better than to sass Sukuna’s superiors, besides, Toji couldn’t really blame you for thinking he was one of Sukuna’s lackeys.
Toji was still fully suited from just finishing a job. It was rare to see anyone in the classic yakuza attire—a sleek black Hugo Boss suit—who wasn't actively on the clock for the organization.
When members did visit their family here, they typically wore civilian clothing in order to keep up the clandestine appearances of an ordinary luxury condominium.
Nevertheless, Toji was one of the few men in the organization who visited The Nursery regularly, rather than casual visits. As a result, it was not unusual for him to arrive dressed in this manner.
With narrowed eyes, Toji's gaze raked over your body again, savoring the way you continued to fluster under his stare.
He thought he wouldn't mind punishing you for the minor transgression if it meant he could put that sharp tongue of yours to some good use.
A sly grin crossed Toji’s features.
Towering over you, he savored how small you seemed below him and how tempting you looked, face flushed and tilted up to meet his smolder.
“Tsk, you know yakuza don't take disrespect lightly—so how exactly are you going to make it up t'me then, mamas?”
Toji could tell from the slight crack of amusement in your expression that you didn't miss his innuendo. Not as scandalized as you wanted to appear, you clearly found some humor in his forthrightness—even if you did continuously rebuff him.
And Toji found he liked that too.
You didn’t take yourself too seriously but you still weren’t an easy girl by any means.
If Toji were a lesser man, he might have started to drool as the small bow of apology you gave him highlighted the swell of your ample bosom nearly spilled out of your damn shirt, prompting a rough exhale through his nose as Toji tried to restrain himself.
He had forgiven you instantly, of course.
The buoyant visual being payment enough for Toji.
Nonetheless, being the perfect doll you were, you told him that although you didn’t have anything set up to offer him tea, you would bake him something once you were settled.
Lightening the mood again, Toji chuckled, easing your worries of any lingering offense when he told you his name, mentioned he had a son around the same age, and that he owned the condo next door.
Toji made a mental note of your and Yuji's names as you told him. He took care to repeat your name in particular, letting it slowly roll off his tongue with a hint of mischief.
Your last name was not Sukuna—which pleased him to know that prior intel was wrong.
So you weren’t married to him.
“Don’t tell me they sent you as the welcome wagon?”
You questioned Toji, interrupting his thoughts.
Toji merely chuckled at your naivety, this was still yakuza territory and the residents here could be treacherous if they found it necessary to be.
“Heh, not quite. But this will be the warmest welcome you’re gonna get. Consider yourself lucky it was me."
Toji grin widened at your hmphs, and he continued.
"I’d watch your back though, ma. The women here can be just as vicious as their counterparts.”
Toji could tell you were intimidated in the least though, you balanced Yuji on one hip and placed your hand on the other in an obvious display of defiance.
“I’ll have you know I can take care of myself just fine, tough guy.”
The challenging look you shot at him had pleased Toji.
You had some fight in you—but you had no idea just what you were up against.
Yet just as quickly, Toji’s satisfaction dropped when you followed that statement up with the fact that he should probably leave.
You mentioned to him you didn’t want any bloodshed—your fears compounded given the current climate of everything—if Sukuna or one of his men showed up and found a strange man in his baby mama’s new condo.
Toji snorted.
It was true, Sukuna has a wild temper.
That much was known throughout the organization.
Pfft, figures an asshole like Sukuna would also be incredibly possessive—but looking at you, who could blame him?
However, it wasn’t something Toji was concerned with though, even now.
Toji was one of the few yakuza, even among the executive ranks, who didn’t flinch when they heard Sukuna’s name. Hearing it leave your luscious lips Toji considers it more of a challenge than anything else.
“Bloodshed, eh? Don’t worry ma, I can hold my own.”
Toji recalled the same tingle reviving in the depths of his chest for the second time as he watched you burst into hearty laughter.
“It’s not you I’m worried about Fushiguro! You think I got the kind of bread to afford a place like this on my own if something happens to Sukuna?”
Shaking his head in amusement, Toji would let you have this round.
“Heh, fair enough, ma—ya can just call me Toji by the way.”
With a playful smile, rolled your eyes at his overt attempt at familiarity, bouncing Yuji once more.
“Goodbye, Fushiguro! I’ll see you around!”
Toji finally allowed you to usher him out into the hallway with a wave as the movers arrived to bring in the rest of your belongings.
Stalling before entering his own unit, Toji listened as you unabashedly gave orders to the movers, taking the unlit cigarette from his pocket and placing it back in his mouth.
Heh, you were bossy too.
Nevertheless, Toji was left trying to pinpoint exactly what it was beyond him wanting to fuck you that had his adrenaline pumping like crazy.
Or why the intrusive thought popped into his mind to say ‘he’d take care of you’ when you referenced something happening to Sukuna.
He didn’t even fucking know you.
Nevertheless, like a moth to flame from your first encounter, Toji found himself curiously drawn to the warmth and familiarity of your presence.
The gut urge to look after you—to protect you, bubbling up to the surface.
And being attached like you were to Sukuna, you would need it.
From thereon, Toji would try in vain to shake you from his mind’s eye. That very same night, Toji recalls how he left The Nursery to return back to his Shinjuku penthouse.
Staying there and away from you for a few days.
Although, he soon learned no matter where he went—thoughts of you followed relentlessly.
Your alluring charms wove its way into his subconsciousness to taunt him even in sleep. It hadn't even been a week before Toji awoke to soiled, sticky sheets.
It was disgraceful.
He wasn’t the type to get wet dreams—even back when he was a teenager.
And seeking out the company of others had failed him too.
Not even his favorite strippers from the top Minato City clubs he frequented—who were always eager to take him to the back for extra service—could scratch his ever-persisting itch for you.
No matter how many warm holes he buried himself in, he was still left insatiable and frustrated.
Toji wanted you.
And really, who were you to suddenly insert yourself into his life, infecting him with this affliction for you, but not being his?
Something about you unsettled the indifferent disposition he had resigned himself to. He was no longer able to remain apathetic towards you.
Toji wanted—no, needed—to know more.
To know everything about you.
If only to be able to stop thinking of you, right?
Toji reasons once learns the truth, exposing to him who the ‘real you’ was, the brain-buzzing visions of you would have stopped plaguing him.
Utilizing his skills as one of the most proficient underworld assassins, Toji had begun discreetly monitoring your comings and goings over the next few weeks.
When you left for errands. When you checked your mail—what kind of mail you received. Not to mention, figured out a schedule for when that bastard Sukuna would visit you.
Toji figured out what country you came from as well as your hobbies and interests—eagerly soaking up every mundane detail of your life. And contrary to his initial thoughts, each piece of information about you he digested only left him with an unquenchable hunger for more.
Perhaps most importantly, Toji also surmised you were a pretty good cook and homemaker evident by the well-balanced grocery selection you’d purchase.
Toji's stomach would never fail to grumble upon him smelling the foreign, yet delectable, scents that routinely wafted from under your door and into the hallway most evenings.
Would you cook like that for him?
From there the fantasies about seeing you as his wife had come surprisingly easy—something he admittedly did often.
Imagining he’d come home to you, after a kill and dinner would be on the table still warm, though he’d arrive at such late hours. Your kids would already be asleep, and you would be wearing a frilly pink pastel apron—and nothing else.
The more Toji thought of it, the more he craved for that to be his reality.
From that point, Toji found himself giving Megumi’s nanny more and more time off as he’d spent more nights at The Nursery in favor of his much larger Shinjuku bachelor pad.
If only for the slightest glimpses of you.
Toji would eventually come to the conclusion he couldn’t pinpoint a rational reason for continuing to keep tabs on you—except that he simply wanted to.
So, that’s exactly what he continued to do.
Sure, it wasn’t logical.
And yet, neither was the growing ache he felt in his chest every time he saw or thought of you.
Toji's heart feeling simultaneously full and hopelessly barren when it came to you even now.
Toji quickly found that the highlight of his day was catching even a brief glimpse of your warm, gentle eyes and the affection you so openly shared with Yuji. Toji enviously watched the joy you found in your walks together and the way you affectionately cared for and doted on him.
The same affection he still struggles to give his own son.
Not that Toji was ever particularly good at expressing his emotions.
Call it the nature of the job, but for an assassin, feelings and having something to lose often got you and whatever you held dear killed.
Toji had suppressed his emotions for so long out of necessity, that he didn’t think he was capable of feeling them at all until he had met Megumi’s mother.
Maybe he was growing older and softer, but experiencing the warmth of shared intimacy—even if it was only brief period of time with his late wife—had affected him in ways he wished it hadn’t.
Because all of that was now gone.
And perhaps more ironically, it wasn’t Toji’s violent profession that took his wife away, but illness. Thus, there was no one for him to blame.
No one for him to seek vengeance against but fate itself.
In the wake of her passing, it pained Toji to remember her, so he rid himself of every reminder, including Megumi—who, despite inheriting Toji’s features, had his mother’s gentle spirit.
Choosing to put Megumi in The Nursery was less painful for Toji, who hadn’t spent enough time with his wife to truly become a changed man.
He had only just begun to learn—only caught a glimpse of what a life filled with love could be like.
Love.
A ridiculous thing, really.
Since her death, even the word itself had felt like a bitter poison on his tongue.
But could you be the one to change that?
Toji saw in you the same vibrancy and love for life that his late wife had possessed.
And while his infatuation with watching you had grown exponentially over the past few weeks, he was practical enough to wonder if he was simply losing his grip.
Heh, maybe he’d finally gone off the deep end this time.
Perhaps it had just been too long since he’d interacted with a woman who had even a hint of a nurturing nature, and he was losing perspective.
The yakuza world didn’t typically attract women like that.
The Nursery was proof enough—full of kept mistresses and fleeting flings.
Any beauty these women had couldn’t make up for their shallow dispositions. Spoiled and self-centered, most cared more about the status that came from being associated with high-level Yakuza than about the men they were with.
The arrangement suited them fine. They were happy to be trophies, to be used, shelved and obedient—whatever it took to maintain their lifestyle.
Toji had his fair share of them, too.
As a high-ranking Yakuza widower with a cute kid, Toji Fushiguro found no shortage of women in The Nursery eager to spread their legs for him.
Most propositioned him outright.
The men, if they suspected anything, weren’t foolish enough to confront Toji. Debatable whether they even cared enough to—these women weren’t their actual wives or legitimate daughters.
That was part of the reason he’d tried warned you about them—but you knew that too well by now, as Toji's cryptic prophecy of the unwelcome behavior had come to pass over the weeks you'd been there.
Seeing fresh blood in the water, the women of The Nursery had made it their mission to belittle you. They’ve assumed you don’t understand the Japanese customs or language well enough, trying to push you around as if you don’t belong.
Yet their passive-aggressive isolating tactics failed undermine your confidence, at least from what you would show them. Your sharp retorts often left them stunned and stewing at your complete disregard for their pecking order.
To Toji you possessed a unique strength, and despite their attempts to diminish your spirit, you’ve shown them that you’re not easily intimidated. However, it wasn't fair to you—someone as earnest and good-natured as you should never have been brought here in the first place.
And truthfully, Toji knew Megumi didn’t belong here either, he was legitimate.
Toji had married Megumi’s mother, she’d been worthy of the title of being a wife—like he had realized you were too.
You deserved to be an actual wife.
Like Megumi deserved an actual mother.
Like Toji realized he deserved you.
⟡
CRASH—
Toji snaps back to present reality when the sound of something heavy shattering jolts him from his thoughts. His hand is already on the .45 tucked under his shirt at the small of his back, his assassin instincts kicking in.
Your fights with Sukuna were never quiet to be sure, but they never escalated to the point of anything breaking.
Yet, showing a rare display of restraint, Toji stops himself.
His errant hand flexes open and closed repeatedly as he suppresses the kill-or-be-killed instincts triggered by the noise.
Focusing in on the light sway of the sheer curtains, a large figure Toji recognizes as Sukuna storms by.
Toji’s stare is so intense it could burn through thick glass and curtains. He would quite literally kill someone just to see through them right now.
Tsk, it makes Toji regret not placing a surveillance camera in your condo.
He would have done it already—upon one of the many times he'd slipped into your apartment over the last few months—if he weren’t almost certain that Sukuna or his shrewd lackey, Uraume, would sniff it out immediately.
No, something like that would be too risky. If ever exposed Toji could lose you for good.
Gripping the railing until his knuckles whitened enough to match your curtains—the thought of not jeopardizing his chances is the only thing that stays his compulsion to leap over onto your balcony and break the sliding door off its tracks completely.
Toji's drive to protect you reaches an all-time high as the unfamiliar feeling of anxiety settles in the back of his throat if something were to happen to you.
While he clearly holds you in high regard as the mother of his child, Toji knew that even with that respect, Sukuna's tolerance had its limits—and those limits were not easily stretched.
Toji couldn't let anything happen to you due to his own lack of action and yet—
STOP.
Calm down, Fushiguro.
Toji steadies himself.
Calling upon similar patience he would embody before a kill.
He knows he can’t move rashly, not after all this time—after all he has planned.
⟢ end credits: how was that so far? like it? please comment, like and reblog and lmk what you think! stick around for more delulu yandere yakuza!toji. episode 2 has 7k already and is practically done. i have to do the edits my beta suggested and then do a final pass through to add in some foreshadowing :) if all goes well (should post on monday or tuesday).
nanami’s broad shoulders relaxed against the white tube. warm water soothing his muscles, while the fragrance of lavender and vanilla filled the air sticking to his pruny skin. nanami was enjoying the relaxing relief, case upon case. being a lawyer was never easy, but moments like this made him not hate his job. “quiet” he didn’t bother to spear you a glance, head still hung against the tub, his voice boomed out in the bathroom making you jump- a small whimper falling from you. nanami slowly raised his head, his hand moving quicker shocking you as it wrapped around you neck.
“what did i say?” tilting his head his eyes slanting as he closed them just a little. “t-to be quite! sorry, j-just feels s’good,” nanami didn’t feel an ounce of guilt, but pride. he was very prideful in his ability to please you by doing nothing. he was being to hard of his princess, and he blamed the stress. “i’m sorry princess” he said so gently, bring you forward and kissing your lips with a single peck. he let you go, leaving you in a trance of wanting another kiss, and more after that! but his command after made you get right back to where you were at first. “keep bouncin. don’t stop until daddy’s filled that sweet pussy”
he spread his arms against the edge of the tub, head leaning back as you begin to move again. the swooshing of the water, and the feeling of his cock bump at any little spot in your cunt made him release a heavy sigh. this was the ultimate stress reliever.your hands rested on his chest, as your ass clapped again his thighs. your juices dripped out of you, so much so that it started to cloud the bubbly water. your sweet sounds filling nanami’s ears as he shut his eyes tight, balls feeling heavy. he finally gave in and gave you his attention, his focus on you, thumb tweaking your brown nipples watching you throw your head back, a stray tear falling.
“that’s nice princess? daddy’s makin your feel good?”
“y-yes! m’there!” you repeated how you were there for him over and over, until you clenched down hard on him, cream making a mess in the water. “thata girl” nanami kissed your face, stilling you as he took over, pumping his hips up into you. he ignored the mess the water was making on the tile floor, his orgasm crashing down like ice in a cup. so much cum filling you, making your tummy feel full, and cunt even fuller.
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synopsis: yeonjun buys you some new clothes and wants you to try them on for him and huening.
warnings: 🔞!!! established relationship, throuple/poly, no mxm, threesome, praise, nipple play, oral (f!rec), fingering, multiple orgasms (f!rec), overstim, unprotected sex, creampie, use of the name baby, she/her used. prob forgot some sorry
wc: 3k
an: this is kinda a part two of busy signal but you don't need to read that to read this or the other way around. feedback appreciated :)) [m.list]
“Did one of you order something huge?” you ask using your foot to push in the box that you had to sign for. it was heavy enough that you didn’t even want to try and carry it in your arms.
Kai and Yeonjun are laid out on the couch, both of them paying no attention to the TV in front of them as they scroll on their phones. you had been studying in the office coming out for a second to grab some water when the knock came for the delivery.
“I didn’t,” Kai pipes up his phone illuminating him from the nose up, he is clutching one of the oversized stuffies he keeps on the couch.
you push the box into their view and Yeonjun sits up a grin taking over his face. “I did,” he tosses his phone down on the couch forgetting about it as he moves to pick up his keys from the hook by the door. the little fox charm dangling from his fist as he uses the key to cut the tape open.
inside is another box, matte black and tied with a bow. Yeonjun hands you his keys to replace as he pulls this box out to set down on the coffee table.
The three of us are now only interested in seeing the contents inside. it wasn’t unusual for any one of us to receive a box but usually not this big. Yeonjun sits back down waving at you to follow suit and take your usual seat between the two of them, placing the box right in front of you. huening pulled himself up to give you room so as not to sit on his outstretched legs.
“Open it,” Yeonjun says, bumping his shoulder with yours.
“me?” and he chuckles. “I got you a gift, open it,”
you can’t help but grin as you grab the end of the ribbon on the front, “it’s not something that will jump out and scare me is it?”
“I wouldn’t do that to you, at least not without recording your reaction,” you roll your eyes flipping the lid of the box up. you’re met with tissue paper folded neatly and secured with a sticker the label for a designer brand. the size of the box meaning it wasn’t a small bill. “Go on,” he nudged you after you paused. you try to tear the paper as little as possible folding it back to see the folded garments inside.
there had to be about three full outfits in there, your fingers dragging over the fabrics. “oooo” Kai hums as you pull out a pleated skirt dark gray and heavy.
“I saw a campaign for their new collection and all I could think about was you wearing all this,” he pulls out a soft sweater as Kai reaches in and pulls out a sheer pair of tights. “go try it on,”
you take the sweater from him standing to take it into the other room. “don’t forget these,” Kai says, passing over the tights.
Yeonjun loves to dress you up, picking outfits, and having a little fashion show in the living room wasn’t uncommon but it still always made you nervous to know they were waiting in the other room for you. All their attention ready to be placed on you.
you were currently dressed in your pajamas nearly ready to turn in for bed after your studying. when you pull off your sleep shirt to replace it with the sweater you don’t move to put on a bra. your gentle pulling on the thin tights making sure not to snag them with your nails. and when you pull on the skirt you realize how short it is. it only just barely covers your ass if you leaned over you would flash anyone behind you.
when you make it back out to the living room your hands are laced in front of you a bit shy. Yeonjun is leaning back with his arm thrown over the back of the sofa, Kai holding his stuffie to his stomach, hands on his elbows hugging it. their gaze makes your cheeks heat, “come here,” Yeonjun beacons leaning forward so he can lean his elbows on his knees.
your stockinged feet feel cold against the hardwood as you try not to slip from how silky the tights are. Yeonjun reaches out once you’re close enough, his hot hand sliding from the back of your knee up your thigh until it cups the flesh of your ass under the skirt. you shiver, reaching out to place your hands on his shoulders. “It's kinda short,” you whisper, not realizing it would come out so breathy but Yeonjuns fingers are long enough to brush your inner thigh, high enough to almost graze your center.
“I like it,” Kai’s voice is throaty and he swallows to try and clear it. when you look at him he’s pink from his cheeks to his ears.
“do you?” you twist your hips just enough to make the fabric sway but the move makes Yeonjuns fingers slip right against your clothed core. Yeonjuns smirk cocky as he squeezed your inner thigh. He knows that look on your face like the back of his hand. that gleam in your eyes telling him everything he needs to know, kai noticed it too. the way you were pressing your knees together trying to trap Yeonjuns hand from moving further up, to the way your grip on his shoulders was tightening.
If Yeonjun did inch higher he would find that you were growing wet under their inspection. Yeonjuns free hand cups your hip, thumb pressing hard into you. “open,”
The single word is a demand that makes your knees weak. you shake your head and Yeonjun raises his eyebrows. “worried to make a mess all over your new tights?” if you could blush harder you would. “because I don’t care,” his fingers slip higher even without you opening your legs for him. you want to be embarrassed by how wet you are and he has barely touched you at all because you know he can feel your arousal through the thin material of the tights and your panties. The grin he gives while running his tongue along the inside of his cheek only makes it worse.
“huening how wet do you think she already is?” he doesn’t need to look over to know Kai’s watching the two of you. Yeonjun is too busy gauging your reaction to the painstakingly slow drags of his fingers.
“soaking,” the word a breath in the room. Someone had turned off the TV before you came back in after changing.
“why don’t you let huening feel hum?” and then his hands are gone. Your whine is unnoticed as he taps your ass to tell you to listen to him.
you walk over to Kai who’s biting his inner lip ready to draw blood. “Do you want to touch me hyuka?”
he doesn’t answer before he reaches out for you. thumb sliding under the skirt and circling your clit. the sensation races up your spine and you grab his forearm to still yourself.
Yeonjun stands behind you pushing your hair to the side to kiss behind your ear. you can feel how hard he is as he leans into you, his hands going under your sweater to cup your breasts.
At the same time he pinches your nipples Kai flicks your clit. you jump nails digging into Kai’s arm, Yeonjun kissing down your neck to your shoulder. Kai goes back to rubbing soft circles in apology.
Yeonjun lifts the sweater off of you, tossing it back into the box still filled with the forgotten outfits you hadn’t tried yet. Yeonjun takes all your hair into a ponytail before tugging your head back onto his shoulder giving Kai full access to your uncovered tits. Kai has no hesitation before wetting his lips and sucking marks on your skin, his teeth grazing your nipples. Yeonjuns voice hot in your ear, “Lay down on huening and I’ll take care of you okay?”
you nod hurriedly as he lets you go, Kai leaning back against the armrest of the couch. He opens his legs to fit you against him, your back to his chest, his lips to your temple.
he’s achingly hard wedged under you, hands cupping your breasts and tugging your nipples as Yeonjun takes off his shirt. he leans down on the couch between your legs pushing up your skirt and when you think he’s going to tug down your tights and panties he instead hooks his fingers in at the crotch of the fabric and rips the thin material.
“junnie!” your hand shoots out to grab him but the damage is done. “I liked those,” you pout but Yeonjun only laughs lips on your thigh and the reverberation is a direct link to your clit. “I bought you three pairs,”
“it’s wasteful-“ but you can’t finish your sentence when he pushes your panties aside and gives a hard suck to your clit. your head lobs back and you moan into Kai’s ear.
“Look at you, so responsive to our touch,” Kai kisses your throat, “and you sound so pretty,” another whimper leaves you as Yeonjun flicks his tongue.
Yeonjun pulls away and you try to raise your hips to follow him but Kai reaches out a hand to lay flat against your stomach pushing you down. you whimper wiggling against his hold but it only makes him moan in response to the feel of you rubbing against his cock, almost painful.
Yeonjun lets his tongue barely touch you, bushing your folds up and down before ghosting his lips in the same way. you’re squirming and he grips your thighs hard. “patience baby or do I need to stop?”
“no please junnie I need you,” and you twitch as he leans back down to give a feather-light kiss to your clit. Your cry in frustration makes them both chuckle.
Yeonjuns teeth brush against your inner thigh as he cups the back of your knee pushing your legs wider. He nips on your skin right over the ripped fabric of the tights before his fingers shock you by gathering your slick.
He's gentle as he rubs you tracing your entrance before going back up to your clit. the moment he puts his mouth back on you, you know you’re going to cum. he knows it too and it’s why he’s not doing it yet. “please junnie,” you rock your hips forward as best as you can with Kai holding you in place.
Yeonjun ignores you circling your entrance before plunging in. You’re breathless as he pumps in slowly trying to get you used to the feeling before he curls his fingers tapping against the spot that makes your brain stop working. one of your hands reaches up to twist your fingers in Kai’s hair the other reaches down to grip Kai’s wrist. the way that he’s pushing down on your pelvis makes Yeonjuns fingers feel incredible.
Yeonjun gives slow strokes stopping every once in a while to press on your magic gummy spot until he finally latches onto your clit again, sucking until you see stars.
you’re completely trembling and weak as you cum, Kai tugging on your left nipple his mouth behind your ear. Yeonjun doesn’t stop until you’re tearing up and when he does he gives each mark he made on your thigh a kiss.
you’re breathing hard as Kai rubs up and down your ribs with his right hand. you hear the sound of Yeonjuns belt buckle being undone and you lazily watch as he strips.
veiny cock already leaking precum as he takes it into his hand still wet from your juices. your legs instantly widen at the sight, pussy clenching around nothing.
yeonjun drinks in the sight of you spread out and ready for him, he won’t last long.
He climbs over you and Kai presses his face into your neck. “you’re going to take everything I give you right?”
“yes,” your breathy response is lost in a moan as he drags the tip of his cock through your folds.
he pushes in without warning completely bottoming out in one thrust stilling as he gives a guttural moan against your skin. kai’s hand snakes down between you and Yeonjun, tapping your clit making you clench around Yeonjun. “if you keep doing that I won’t be able to move,” and you don’t know who he’s talking about and you don’t care because he pulls out slowly before slamming right back in.
Your body jolting against Kai’s cock makes him whine the hold he has on your nipple is sharp and painful but it’s a direct line to your impending orgasm.
yeonjun doesn’t slow his pace for a second, his hands on the sides of both you and Kai’s heads as he drills into you.
kai rubs at your clit and you’re shaking all over again, tears leaking from the overstimulation. you cum in a silent gasp yeonjun pressing his mouth on yours to catch your breath. the feeling of you milking him sending him over the edge stilling all movement as he shoots hot cum deep inside you. He moans into your mouth giving weak strokes as he rides out his high.
When he finally pulls out you can feel your combined release slipping down your folds and onto Kai’s sweatpants.
you feel limp but yeonjun picks you up to let Kai move from underneath you. He pulls himself up to sit against the couch properly, yeonjun brushing your hair back from your face. your legs are completely weak and trembling as you try to weigh down on them but yeonjun guides you to straddle huening. “You can’t neglect Kai, I'm sure you can take one more load can’t you?” but when your knees hit the couch you fall over kai wrapping your arms around his head and tangling your fingers into his hair. you’re still dripping onto his pants as you give a nod.
Kai's hands are wrapped around your waist holding you up before he reaches down to tug his cock free. when it bumps your clit you jolt up your cry pressed right into his ear.
“I’ll take good care of you, baby, I promise,” he kisses your bicep before notching himself at your entrance and pushing upwards as slowly as possible, your pussy already swollen. Yeonjun and Kai are nearly the same size, only Kai is slightly girthier making the stretch noticeable. you’re holding onto Kai for dear life but once he fully settles into you you’re vibrating, trembling, and ready to cum in a breath of a second.
Kai holds your hips steady before pulling out all the way. He inches back in and your head lobs back in a moan from the corner of your eye you see yeonjun fisting himself already hard again.
huening feels like he’s pressed right against your cervix, brushing so deep you want to just sit still because even without thrusting you could cum from the feel of him.
kai’s fingers are digging into your skin hard enough to bruise as he tries to keep his steady pace but you know he wants to go faster. “it’s okay hyuka I can take it,” you try to nod to make yourself believe your words but you don’t know if your legs can take it.
“Can you?” because he’s not sure he believes it but when you give him another okay he can’t resist any longer.
without pulling out he flips the two of you so that you’re on your back, head resting on the plushie he had been using to hide his hard on the second you walked out in that tiny skirt. he leans back to tug off his sweatshirt balling it up to tuck under your lower back. The movement sends him deeper into you and he folds a choked moan leaving him as he feels your hot warm walls surrounding him, his pelvis pressed into yours.
feeling yeonjun fuck you was almost torture if you had moved anymore against Kai’s cock he would have cum instantly. and now you’re looking over huening shoulder to see yeonjun trying to restrain himself from cumming again.
you’re so easy to slip in and out of, so wet and slippery Kai gets lost in pounding into you. the room is filled with the choir of your combined moans. kai ravages your pussy chasing his orgasm, pumping over and over again like it’s the last thing he will do. you’re so sensitive and full that you’re falling over the edge again in seconds.
The scratching down Kai’s back and the feel of your orgasm makes him stutter in his thrusts before he unloads his warmth in you. he grabs the back of your knee lifting your leg making you cry as he sinks his hips deeper before stilling completely inside you.
when he pulls out you’re so beaten you hadn’t noticed yeonjun had followed the two of you to your climax and was laid back with cum all over his stomach.
kai keeps your leg raised as he prods at your still throbbing pussy, dragging your lips aside to watch as your combined arousal spills out with each residual pulse. with one long finger he scoops up the cream before shoving it back inside you. “the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen,”
yeonjun stands gazing over you, “the prettiest,” he agrees before dragging his finger through the mess he made on himself. kai pulls his finger out before yeonjun shoves his in. You jerk back as he pumps in his cum as if he wasn’t already staining your insides. He takes his hand away tugging your panties into place.
“Let's get you cleaned up and then we can see the rest of the outfits I picked out for you, yeah?”
NAHHHHH cause kai recently … NEED HIM SO BADDDD HES SO TALL SO BROAD
# kai when he can’t control his strength
uh huh u came to the right place lol
# nsfw + mdni. shower sex with kai but he’s a bit stronger than he thinks
thinking’ bout how massive kai is, hair messy and shirt clinging to his broad chest and shoulders, sweat darkening the fabric post work out, thick thighs barely hidden under shorts,, particularly the soft yet obvious bulge he can’t even hide because he’s so big.
ah— shit, s-sorry, ‘s too good, a-angel, kai moans, echoing sounds of messy slaps of skin on skin off the bathroom walls, warm water spraying over your skin and his back as kai shoved you unintentionally hard against the tiled walls, roughly thrusting into your cute cunt without restraint, broad shoulders trapping you in place, sloppily using your cunt like a cocksleeve without thinking,, pleasure driving him wild as he relentlessly thrusts, balls slapping against your pretty ass, your fingers slipping down the wet shower walls, until kai’s the only thing holding you up, crying out so prettily for him when he shoves your thigh up to hit deeper, breathy moans in your ear, god, he loses all control when it’s you.
and kai who’s too big for his own good, stuffing you full of his cum when he nuts, so much cream spurting inside your pretty cunt,, a white ring forming around the base of his cock, your weak, jelly legs wrapping around his waist, clinging to his broad shoulders, wet droplets of water spilling into puddles when he’s too impatient to reach the bed, thick cock shoved into your cunt as kai pins you to the floor,, cant even think straight beyond more than how your cute pussy’s sucking him in too good, hard wood floors against your back as kai throws your ankles over his shoulders, cock slamming into your hips rapidly, a mess of sweat and water dripping down his skin, shoulders and back scratched red by your nails,,
kai just can’t help himself,, can’t ever control the strength he forgets he has, and more than enough stamina to fuck until you’re a pretty cocksleeve dripping in his cum~
Min Yoongi x black!f reader || (18+) || reblogs would be appreciated! <3
warnings: role play, Yoongi is called “Suga” or “Agust” throughout the story, mascara, crying, hair pulling, dom!yoongi, reader has locs, edging, degrading, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), using a safe word!, praise, soft ending.
“Tell me something,” he murmurs, “the fuck are you good for hm?” He takes a deep breath, eyes shutting briefly before staring into your almond shaped brown ones.
“You can’t cook, cleanings fine- but you suck with kids.” Your eyes water, gasping slightly. “You can’t be a good mafia wife if you can’t understand half the shit that goes on.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Seems like the only thing you’re good at is taking dick, am I right?”
The pink head of his cock pop’s out of your mouth, spit alongside your mouth as you panted. Fat, black tears seeped from the side of your eyes. Suga sighed once more, cock twitching at the sight. A fucking mess you were. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
His leaking tip rubbed against your plump lips, your lip gloss mixing with the cum. All Suga could do was smirk. He enjoyed it. “Yes..yes sir.” You whimpered. Your cunt throbbed around the toy he had inside of you and you hated it. He knew just how needy you were after all.
“If that were the case..should I have married you?” His ring covered fingers reached down to stroke your cheek, wiping the tears from your face, mascara ruined. “A whore could do the same.” His hand found your locs, put up in a cute ponytail with a pink ribbon, and pulled your head back. “Y- Suga.. please..” You trembled, eyes shutting at his grip tightening. Felt so fucking good. Your pussy ached for his attention- anything from the man who wrecked you with just a few words. You whined loudly, his other hand going around your neck. The toy inside of you buzzing even more. It had your legs straining against the floor. “You’re a good wife aren’t you?” He smirked, cooing softly at his doll. You gasp, hips rocking forward. Between the toy and his hands you were on fire.
“Mmmhm..m’a good wife m’promise..”
“And If I fill this hole up you’ll be a good mother, too, won’t you?”
“Mhm!” Your eyes open, hips jerking. Your stomach had a pooling feeling. “Cum-“
“Now you know it’s not that easy.”
Muttering softly, Suga motioned for you to stand. He hummed at your body, taking in how breathtakingly beautiful you looked. Cunt wet with slick spread on your inner thighs, nipples hard and wet with his spit, bite marks all on your shoulders. A mess. His touch lost, the toy cutting off abruptly. “Please..” you sniffled. Cute. He found you absolutely adorable.
“Spread your legs for me.” He leans forward, tongue licking along your v line. Getting closer..so close. The flick of his tongue to your clit sent you over. “Fuck!” You reach out for his hair, Suga lapping at your clit, sucking as you came. Your cunt squeezed around the toy until it fell on the soft rug beneath you. Suga’s hand landing a smack to your ass. Shaking, he kept his mouth on your sensitive cunt.
His thumb dragged your slick, playing with how wet you were while he made it worse.
“Have a seat.” Leaning back, Suga starts stroking his cock. Flushed and red, he adjusts for you, your body fitting perfectly over him. His cock teased your hole, groaning at how wet you sounded with just the tip slipping inside of you. “Oh fuck..oh fuck-“ You throw your head back, finally getting what you wanted. His cock buried deep inside of you, taking it to the hilt. He shudders against your chest, your nails digging into Suga’s arms while you leaned against him.
“Look at that..taking it in all at once.” His tongue darted out to lick small stripes upon your chest. You started to move slowly, gasping at the noise. His size was..insane, but enough for you. Suga grips your hips, another groan ripping from his throat while you squeezed around him. So sensitive you were, after just cumming. At some point you didn’t have the strength anymore to lift yourself. He held you at an angle, hips lifting while he fucked into you hard and slow. “Knew you could take it like a good girl.”
A small whine leaving you breathless, sounds growing louder by the second. And god it hurt so good, you didn’t know what to do but enjoy the ride. Suga talked to you but you couldn’t hear a thing, too lost into everything. Lost..you knew where you lied with him. No matter what.
“..at me.” It was all a blur. “Look-“ You gasped, his cock hitting a certain spot inside of you. So deep, you squeezed onto him. Eyes watering once more. “Suga-“ You felt your head being lifted back, you saw the ceiling, illuminated by the candles lit around the room.
“Angel.” It was like everything stopped. You hiccuped, legs shaking as you blinked the tears away. Yoongi looks at you, frowning softly. He was quick to stop, but..
“You- safe word. Yoon-“
“Shh..” He knew you inside and out. That small motion of quietness was enough. He knew you were tired, fucked out. He had came inside of you minutes ago.
Kissing your delicate shoulders softly, Yoongi stood carefully, slipping out of you with a loud hiss. The night ending with you in his arms, hand rubbing all over your body as he took care of you. Delicate kisses lingering all over your body, a warm bath, and Yoongi’s voice putting you to sleep.
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summary: good girl gone bad ; you just can’t get enough of rapper ! ony who has made a name for himself for participating in a plethora of (usually) one-sided rap beefs, being a creative lyricist/producer, & being such a bad influence to your heart.
(I suck at summarizing ಥ_ಥ̥)
this post contains: head-cannons, cursing, n-word usage, smidge of smut, spelling errors, lowercase grammar, semi-toxic ! ony or wtv, crybaby ! reader, vague description of reader’s body, lowk clickbaited summary, not proofread.
▬▬ rapper! ony who “accidentally” leaks a snippet of his new song with your moans as the intro melody.
much to your horror the audio blows up on tiktok and now every time you open the app, that accursed audio plays.
the worst thing about it is that every time you bring up the audio to ony and question how it even got leaked in the first place, you’re met with a..
“mmcht, ma, for the last time I don’t know how it got leaked. connie’s dumb ass must have did something stupid and posted the wrong shit.”
or a..
“fatbutt, I don’t know why you complaining. you sound sexy as fuck and the fans wanna hear more of the track once i release it. you don’t wanna disappoint our fans, right ma?”
“n-no, I don’t wanna disappoint them but I just don’t feel comfortable with it. maybe you can call connie one more time and try to get it taken care of ?”
“ight.”
it never gets taken care of, in fact three weeks later ony drops the song with eren as featured artist which doubles the song’s popularity and makes it on the billboard hot 100.
“whose pussy is this, ma ? ~ mhm tell me ?” ony asks while delivering slow harsh strokes into your trembling body. your hair wrapped tightly in his hands as it helps aid his assault into your weeping cunt while his free hand is gripping your midsection equally as tight.
“f-fucknmhm, it’s yours pa,” ony’s abusive thrusts to your pussy force your words to ball up in the back of your throat as you try to concentrate on listening to his commands and hold the phone recording the intimate moment.
watching the phone slowly start to slip through your half- boneless hands, it urged him to re-wrap your hair (tightly) into his hands and harshly lift your body onto his chest while continuing his now- upward thrusts into your cunt. the new angle allowed a deeper reach into your cervix as ony heartlessly knocked into it. “say it louder for the camera baby. whose owns this pussy ?”
“ony does, ony owns my pussy. fuck~ please pa I’m so close.”
“good girl, ma. you so pretty when you cry. now cum for me.” ony commands as he watches your body tremble in pure overstimulation and pleasure. biting his lip as he gently wipes the tears from out the corner your eyes and leans down to kiss your cheek.
▬▬ rapper ! ony who can sense when someone is making his girl laugh.
“ony what is your opinion on the Kendrick vs Drake beef?” a reporter asked while shoving her mic into his face.
ony who was tired of being asked this question sighed and tried his best to formulate a sentence that would not offend either rapper.
“well you know I be-” he stops mid sentence to turn around before hearing the soft chuckle of his girlfriend from across the garden of the regal event.
the reporter who was standing there unanswered lifted a brow and tried to gain ony’s attention back on the question for it’s live broadcasted audience.
“umm, ony ?” the reporter asked until she heard a feminine chuckle from the other side of her. the reporter and the cameraman turned swiftly to what caught ony’s eye to see you laughing hysterically at something thee Brent Faiyaz said.
“I’ll be back.” ony mumbled.
(damn.. someone stole my bitch.)
▬▬ rapper ! ony who promotes your music to his hardcore fan base.
▬▬ rapper ! ony who cannot keep his hands off your body.
he is stuck to you like white on rice.
you physically cannot escape this man because his strong arms are always securely wrapped around your waist, neck or arm.
ony isn’t a controlling person, but he is very clingy. he likes to feel the presence of his girl around him and having a body part of his connect to yours-
It sedates him.
cheesy? I know.. but he’s your man, so you’ll deal with it.
▬▬ rapper ! ony whose mean mug is nasty.
he does not play when it comes to people besides him being handsy with you.
ony’s sideeye has become a stan twitter icon.
in the earlier stages of your blooming relationship ony did not want to come off as too overbearing (he is) and let a lot of of his boundaries be overstepped. he never wanted to cause a big scene, so he always used his face to project his emotions instead of his words and fist.
a particular event where you had been pulled to the side to be interviewed had blown up all over social media because of ony deviously standing in the back- mugging the fuck out of the reporter whose hands were on the small of your back.
retweets of the incident had you delighted while ony was rather annoyed.
▬▬ rapper ! ony who dedicates an entire album to you.
▬▬ rapper ! ony who corrects your behavior.
ony has eyes all over. never forget that.
you two had gotten into an argument the day before over something small. at this point you had already forgotten what you two were arguing about, but the impact of the altercation was still there.
you despised when ony bested you in an argument and in retaliation you decided to attend a not-so little house party that ony advised you not to attend.
so what did you do?
you went to the party.
that night you’d tell ony that it was all sasha’s fault, but this was a conscious choice made by yourself.
that night you were spent bent over ony’s leg being spanked till tears then finger fucked.
▬▬ rapper ! ony who can’t stop talking about you during interviews.
▬▬ rapper ! ony who verbally dragged another artist who decided it would be cute to throw shade at your new single.
“ony, delete the tweet.” with your hands on your hips you let out a deep sigh. you two have been bickering back and forth all evening about the tweet-simply because you didn’t care what someone with barely 500k streams had to say.
“no, she’s gonna learn to pick her battles wisely today, ma.”
“oh my fucking god onyankopon put the phone down.”
(end of rapper! ony x singer! reader headcannons pt. 1)
author note: thank you so much for reading and noting. I have not written in years (2019-22) and I wanted to jump back into something new. usually I would’ve written a 10k fanfic on naruto but I’ve been tuning into a lot of aot/jjk content and I’ve decided this is my new era of writing. I cannot wait to find my own comfort and flow with this new fandom !!
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