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↘ alice. 20s. between a raven and a writing desk. dd:dne dark content blog.
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──── 🐁 cw stepcest-adjacent, cheating, dubcon
lazy ass bum toji worms his way into your life by way of your widowed mother. your father, having left behind generous savings and a lavishly furnished house worth enough to call your abode “comfortable” to guests, couldn’t have foreseen your mother moving on mere months after his death. and neither did you.
perhaps that’s why you’re such a bitch about it. you come home for the holidays just to snap at him, pushing his buttons in front of your mom to see if he’ll crack. if he’ll show her enough of his money-grubbing ego to have her disillusioned.
naturally, he’ll get booted out. and then, you reason, things will go back to normal.
but, weirdly enough, your behavior doesn’t deter him. if anything, the more irritable you get, the bigger his god-awful simper spreads.
what you’ve failed to account for is that toji loves a challenge. even more so if it means getting a one-up on stuck-up brats like you—pretty ones that lounge around in cute cotton camisoles and sleep shorts so tight he swears he can see everything, brows furrowed as they pout up at him.
he fantasizes about bending you over the knee and slapping your pussy for every time you’ve called him a broke old man. hooking his fingers—two, and he’s sure you’d already be crying out his name—inside your cunt and spreading you open, scissoring, targeting your most sensitive areas. calloused thumb working at your clit until your toes curled and your eyes rolled back with a gasp.
no, no… he’d start slow, first. he’d pull down that wretched camisole and give your pretty tits some love, swirling his tongue just shy of your nipple before closing his lips and sucking. and because he’s a generous man, he’d fondle your other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between two fingers. so neither one is lonely.
maybe he’ll do it in your sleep, someday, so you can wake up and whine his name like you do when you complain. he wonders what expression you’d make.
on the days you’re particularly bratty, he dreams of harsher things. taking you from the back, sinking into you so you feel his dick like a weight pinning you to the bed. thrusting in and out slow, painstakingly so, broad hand just below the nape of your neck to press you into the mattress. he knows you’d be sopping wet. your glares can’t hide the way your thighs shift at the rumble of his voice.
if you asked him to pull out, he’d comply with a snort—slipping out slow and pressing his tip flush against your clit. your hips would jolt into the mattress, trying to escape from the pleasure, and he'd sneer. you've always been flighty.
then, to deny you the grace of getting away, he'd spread your slick up and down your folds with his length, before notching right back at your entrance. sinking in slow to feel the way your walls milk him in, cunt fluttering as you struggled to take his length. he'd fuck you so thoroughly you’d be ruined for anyone else—and sure, you’d take some stretching out... but you’re a strong girl. you could take it.
when he’s in the living room and you’re down for breakfast, he seriously considers coming up behind you and reaching for a glass, just to slot his thigh between your parted legs. he’d be mean about it, too—raising just high enough that you’d have to rest your weight on him. he’d run his warm hands down your sides, to your hips, sliding you up his thigh and grinding your twitchy clit against hard muscle until you got your sleep shorts niiice and soaked.
what would you do, then? bite your lip and glare? moan? the idea is so enticing he nearly follows through.
alas, toji would rather not go back to living paycheck-to-paycheck, and feeling up his benefactor’s daughter is a surefire way to get dumped. so he resigns himself to watching from afar. and perhaps snatching the occasional lingerie here and there, for purposes he surmises are glaringly obvious.
Tojiiii!!! Tt:Sakuraluvxx
Hi..
Hello...
hey can i come over
yes but only if we can hold toes til we fall asleep
ex military man sukuna is a pervert!!
power play, age gap, nonconsensual touching, harassment, public setting. this is for @pervile <3
it wasn't the military that hardened sukuna into the man he is today. but rather, sukuna joined the military because of who he always was.
strong and loud, but most of all selfish. those were traits that sent him flying to the top ranks, and they were traits that only became more prominent with age.
sukuna never pretended to be a nice guy, he knew he wasn't and he didn't care if other people did too. it wasn't his fault that you were too sweet for your own good. or maybe stupid would be a better word.
but he loved cute little things like you because of that.
all bright eyes and wide smiles because you couldn't imagine an old man like sukuna would be a pervert. even with the wrinkled tattoos, the rugged scars, and the muscles that hardly shrunk, you saw nothing more than another senior citizen.
that's why when you squeezed your way onto the subway after work, scrambling to find a place to stand, you hardly paid attention to him. or how close you were to him. practically standing between his legs, unaware of the way he'd leaned in even closer to you.
you had to run from your office to the station, worried that you would miss your commute. you were sweating, out of breath though clearly trying to look like you weren't. still, sukuna could tell. he could see the glisten on your forehead, and when he took a deep breath in he swore he could smell the heat between your thighs.
"you need a seat, kid?" his voice was raspy, a result of too many cigarettes and too much shouting over the years.
you hesitated, staring at him with your mouth slightly agape like you weren't really sure he was talking to you. "me?"
sukuna sighed. "course. who else?"
yeah, you were sweet alright. you brushed off his condescending tone with a smile and an apology, as if he was the one who deserved one. "o-oh, sorry! it's okay, you don't have to get up. i can stand."
he huffed, rising from his seat anyways and your eyes followed him up and up and up… widening slightly as you were made aware of just how big the old geezer really was.
"i've been sitting all day," he insisted with finality.
the subway jostled, messing with your footing as you tried to swap places with sukuna. you blamed it on the rush hour crowd and the subway car suspension when you stumbled backward and straight into him. but you knew that the subway wasn't to blame when his hand wrapped around your waist, firmer than needed just for stability, thick fingers splaying out across your lower stomach.
you felt his hips press forward until they were flush against your ass. and the subway definitely wasn't to blame when you felt an unmistakable hardness poking you.
but as quickly as you were pulled into him, you were pushed away to fall into your new seat. and that was enough time for you to begin doubting yourself.
you were too young, too naive, too hopeful to fully admit to yourself that whatever had just happened was the will of an old stranger on your evening commute home. and the best part about you, in sukuna's mind, was that even if you could admit it, you were still too sweet to say anything.
it was ridiculous how despite your obvious nervousness, the fidgeting with your hands and the bouncing of your leg, you still smiled politely up at him. your expression only faltered when when he stepped closer to you, his knees bumping against yours as his feet slotted themselves between your own. your eyes jumped down, staring straight ahead where your gaze was met with nothing but the tent in his jeans.
it was right there, just inches from your face. the obvious boner that the man old enough to be your grandpa was sporting as he stared blankly down at you. or rather, at your tits that he could now see through the top of your blouse.
the subway rattled again. the movement was minimal, but just enough for sukuna to take advantage of it. he allowed his body to sway further than it should have, his hips jutting forward.
of all the things he's seen over his years, the way you squeezed your eyes shut to fight back your tears and crinkled up your nose as the crotch of his jeans brushed against it was by far the best.
he’d be sure to take the same line again the next day, because sukuna wanted to see just how much you'd let him get away with before the sweet girl in you finally had enough.
but even that wouldn't deter him, he was selfish after all.
I DIED?
im really sorry you had to find out this way /: off to the rat race in the sky!
hope the pussy grips him in a way that freaks him the fuck out. hope he gets feverish when he gets a boner even
CW DUBCON SPIT AGE GAP TEACHER STUDENT RELATIONSHIP SLAPPING BALL SUCKING
four fingers come down harsh on your cheek, your professor glaring down at you disapprovingly. the scars along his left side should've told you all you needed to know about him; the eye patch only added another layer to what he'd been through. he was rough inside and out, violent and mean and downright nasty.
professor nanami had no time to think about anyone other than himself. an infamously tough professor, he'd only chosen education as a career around his 50th birthday when he was supposed to 'settle down'. he was thankful that a college would even hire him with his looks and personality—the other things he did during his tenure were just a bonus.
a violent gag erupts from you around the head of his cock, hands tapping his thighs to tell him to let you go, but he chooses otherwise. he likes how repulsed you are by this, by him, and he looks forward to how much you'll hate yourself after it's over.
you are unfortunately his favorite type of person to pick on—bright students who've never had a challenge until his class. girls who look at the world with big eyes and optimism because they don't know the reality of how fucked so many people around them are. he likes to toy with girls like you. sick fuck.
cw incest!!
thinking about big brother!sukuna who catches you at a party with another boy. you're used to his temper by this point, no longer surprised when he grabs you by the arm and pulls you away.
he ignores you as you shout at him, tugging and fighting for him to let you go because “you're an adult now.” you don't need him watching over you anymore. but he just drags you along until you're alone together, tucked away near the side of the house.
you're all too aware of the fact that if anyone came outside they’d see you trapped between the wall and sukuna's broad chest. your hands cling to his biceps as he forces a hand between your thighs, two thick fingers prodding at your embarrassingly wet panties.
tears prick your eyes as you scramble to get away when you hear footsteps approaching, panic coursing through you at the realization that someone is outside.
but relief hits when you see the familiar outline of your big brother!yuji making his way toward you.
yuji was always sweet. he was always comforting, protecting you when sukuna was mean and making you cry. you expected him to do the same for you now, saving you from sukuna’s cruel punishment.
you never expected that big brother!yuji would've been the one who encouraged sukuna to do this in the first place.
guess you didn't know just how much yuji loves you!
he cares about you so much that he’s only willing to share you with his twin brother.
hey (on my knees btw)
hi (my pants are off come eat me)
⟡ Old man Toji can’t get it up to fuck his nurse.
cw; large age gap. fem reader. groping. old man smells. this fic is just an excuse for me to be weird about men who can't get hard. <- impotence. m receiving oral. toji calls reader a bitch. and a slut. this is a rewrite from my inactive blog. 2.1k wc
When you became a nurse, you knew you wouldn't change the world. You wouldn't get a medal, or many thanks in general, for the late nights and double shifts and mountains of abuse you take on.
So sue you for taking pleasure in your career when you can! Eyeing the older client you've recently taken on is your only vice during his visits; he's a gropey asshole who thinks with his dick and talks out of his ass.
And older is an understatement — he's just plain old. He holds it well, at least. Wrinkled, sure, but he's got a constant scowl etched onto his face that somehow softens his lines of age. His hair is a beautiful gray, hands veiny and arms still huge despite the atrophy that comes with old age.
Come to think of it, he's big for his age. Held onto those muscles of his, even though all you've seen the man do is sit in his damn chair and watch shitty old action movies.
His retained strength isn't a point in your favour, either. Toji likes to fight his cares. And grab. You haven't yet seen a shift through without getting groped or fondled or spanked in some way or another. You've told him off enough for his near-demented mind to hold onto, but you figure a man like Mr. Fushiguro never cared much for the comfort of the women he felt up on in his youth. He seems the grimy type, which makes you feel grimy for enjoying it so much — you also haven't left one of these home visits wearing panties that aren't soaked through.
Eh, you like the attention. He's hot for being old enough to be your grandfather.
cw cheating >_o
kento has a wife at home... a beautiful wife whom he loves very much. he's so in love, he wouldn't ever consider having an affair, the idea is so foreign to him, so unthinkable... until you start your internship at his work.
he's happy in his marriage, he really is! but there's something missing. once a week, sometimes less, kento is granted sex in missionary for as long as his wife allows it. he loves being close to her, but she wont even let him go down on her anymore. she's a busy woman... a tired one, one with no time for foreplay or dirty talk or a proper orgasm.
poor kento is left... pent up. as he's made good on taking care of himself. he fucks his fist in his morning showers, and maybe sometimes he parks his car down a quiet road to relieve himself on his way home. never to porn, always to his imagination or some old pictures he has saved of his wife....
until you 'accidentally' text him a picture of your tits instead of some files he had asked for! and sure, he thinks of deleting it. but he also thinks about how the skirts you wear are so short that every time you bend over he gets to see what colour panties you put on that morning. sometimes, if you've been teasing him a lot that day, he can also see the wet patch forming from how needy you are to be bent over his desk and—
no. he can't. he has a wife! he deletes the pic and brushes off the mountain of apologies you give him the next day.
until a few weeks later he notices your accidents become more frequent, and you start ditching the panties in favour of being able to drop a pen by his desk and bend over to show him just how pretty your pussy looks when she's able to breathe :(
and can he really be blamed? he's only a man at the end of the day, lust driven and deprived at home... he deserves some relief! at least that's what he tells you when he drags you into the employee bathroom and pushes your pretty face up against the mirror while he drives into your wet and gooey cunt over and over again. he's so big and strong and pent up after so long since having a good fuck that he manages to make you cum twice on his cock before spilling his load into you, pulling your skirt down a little and sending you to fetch some papers with his cum literally leaking down ur thighs...
he picks up some flowers for his wife on the way home <3
this is a reblog from my banned acc!
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