dark-and-kawaii

[dark-and-kawaii]

"The roses that came at lunch were beautiful," you said, fingers tracing the back of his hand under the warm water.

Nanami’s lips curved into a rare smile against the back of your head, "I wanted you to know I was thinking of you between meetings. That even when I'm buried in paperwork, missions, and everything else- part of me is still with you."

It had become something of a legend among your friends- the way Nanami Kento never stopped courting you. Never taking your presence for granted. The flowers that appeared mysteriously on your pillow some mornings- the ones he’d cut from the garden before work or purchased the night before. The handwritten notes tucked into places he knew you’d rummage through throughout the day.

"Some people say romance dies after the honeymoon phase…" you said while leaning back into his chest, watching as the candlelight danced across his knuckles, "That once you've 'caught' someone, you stop trying."

Nanami’s arms tightened around you, "Those people misunderstand the nature of love..." His voice was matter of fact, as if stating an obvious truth, his free hand coming up to gently move your damp hair away from your neck, "Love isn't a trophy to be won and displayed. It's a garden that requires daily tending."

A shiver ran through you as his breath ghosted over the shell of your ear. His lips trailed down the column of your neck, pressing light, almost ticklish, kisses along the sensitive flesh. Your hand found the side of his neck and you tilted your head further to the side in an unconscious invitation.

He nipped playfully at the skin where your shoulder and neck met and then soothed the spot with his tongue, "And you just so happen to be my favorite flower... You don't need a trophy case, just a loving gardener..."

His hand drifted to the edge of the tub, reaching across you, retrieving something from the edge- a small velvet box that hadn't been there when you'd entered the bathroom.

"Which is why," he continued, opening it to reveal a delicate silver bracelet adorned with black opal, its dark surface shimmering with a kaleidoscope of firey blues, greens, reds, and even purples, "I never intend to stop reminding you why you chose me. Every day. For as long as you'll have me."

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୨୧ — 8:45 pm, Nanami notes in his head. Home should've welcomed him hours ago... But his usual clock watching dissolves like sugar in hot tea the second your thighs clamp around his hips and your teeth sink into his lower lip, making time fade to meaningless numbers.

His tie hangs loosely around his neck, shirt splayed open revealing those delicious muscles glistening with sweat- proof of his dedication to work, even if he stays overtime.

However, right now, being a sorcerer is the furthest thing from his mind- especially when you call to him in that honeyed voice that drives him wild, "Ken- hah~ Kento~ n’you feel I-incredible," as he plunges deeper into your slick, hungry pussy, which grips him like it never wants to let go.

The sound of his first name on your lips… you’ve said it before, moaned it and screamed it, but tonight… tonight it rang differently.

"Say it again," he growls, surprising himself with the desperation in his voice. His usual measured control slipping as he drives himself balls deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, your body and womb welcoming each thrust, "let me hear you say it again…" Your pussy was stretched around his fat length, squelching obscenely with each thrusts. And your poor cervix throbbed in the best way possible as the mushroom head of his cock bullied itself into your womb like he's trying to brand you.

Interlocking his strong fingers with yours, he pins your hands against the rumpled sheets as he continues to sink completely into your wetness. His eyes watching carefully at every flutter of your eyelids, every parting of your lips as he hits that perfect spot that makes your eyes roll back, memorizing your expressions like priceless art.

And just when you cry out his name again, "Kento~ Pleas- AH!!" something shifts in his expression… a pause… his very own eyes slightly widening.

In this moment, Nanami Kento realizes how he wants to come home to your arms, build his life around your smile, create something beautiful together that will force him awake with tiny cries in the middle of the night.

"Look at me." he rasps, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your trembling lips, voice gruff but fucking wrecked, "Everything," he promises, his thrusts growing more urgent as his hands roam every inch of your flushed skin, worshiping the curves that have become his sanctuary, "no more regrets," he pants- pulling you closer until your bodies are slick against each other, "No more wasted time..."

His palm presses against your lower belly, his imagination running wild as he feels his cock moving deep within you, "Going to give you everything..."

The intoxicating vision of you swollen with his baby, of creating a family together, makes his heart pound against his ribs in ways that no career achievement ever could...

"Stay with me forever," he whispers, his vulnerability laid bare in those four words, "and let me come home to you every night..."

This was Nanami Kento’s way of saying I Love You- raw, unfiltered, and embedded in every thrust, every caress, every promise whispered against your skin.

Not with flowery poetry or practiced lines, but with his body atop of yours, his future entwining with yours, and his usual guarded heart finally surrendering completely to the one person who made him want more than just another day at work.

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I’ve read your three part Sukuna fic with pregnant reader and they’re soo cute and you write them so well! I also can’t help but imagine, after they eventually die, they get reincarnated into the modern world and fall in love with each other all over again (*cue Would You Fall In Love With Me Again from EPIC the musical*) aahh 💗

This is adorable, and Nonny I’m here to tell you I think about this ALL the time!!!

Legit i was debating on doing a timekskip ♡ the bad boy x flower shop sweetheart ♡ ♡ ♡ okay now you have me playing this song and ahhhh you have me thinking… (the song is perfect btw *smooches*

୨୧ — Imagine Sukuna reincarnated, his curse marks now intricate tattoos. His multiple eyes reduced to a normal penetrating glare, and despite having only two now, they still make others tremble. And there you are- his weakness, reincarnated as a flower shop owner with that same snow pure smile that once brought him to his knees.

The moment you both collide, petals scattering like memories between the two of you. "Watch where the fuck you’re go-," his snarl catches in his throat when those familiar eyes meet his…

He tries to avoid the pull of you, taking different routes past your shop, but always finding his motorcycle slowing when he catches glimpses of you arranging bouquets in the window.

Imagine it’s late at night at a gas station, and as he leans against his motorcycle he watches as a group of men corner you, his jaw clenching as he tries to ignore it. But, his body moves before his mind decides, "Oi," he growls, and the violence that follows is muscle memory from another life. His helmet flying through the air hitting the one who has a grip on your wrist, fists connecting with satisfying crunches as he tears through your assailants like he once tore through armies and the most powerful sorcerers. When it's over, he stands breathing heavily, blood on his knuckles that isn't his own.

"You're bleeding," you say softly, reaching for him without fear, just like you did lifetimes ago. And despite himself, despite his reputation, he finds himself offering you a ride to your flower shop, allowing you to tend his wounds with gentleness that makes his eyes soften, but only for moment.

Neither of you mention how right it feels when your fingers linger on his.

It would seem some souls are destined to find each other again and again. A bond too strong for even death to break ♡

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You know what… I’m going to start writing for solo leveling.

Because god damn, have you seen those MEN!?!?

Pure fucking beef cakes, and Choi… my god- I just know he’s freaky.

AND BAEK GOT ME ACTING A DAMN FOOL.

Friendly reminder: I will most likely be writing at my new cottage @sinkuna

- Love Kiwi (aka Poppy) xoxo

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୨୧ — "Tooojiii~", you chime, skipping up to him before wrapping your arms around one of his massive biceps. The sheer size difference making you look even smaller.

He arches an eyebrow, that smirk you adore so much playing at his lips, "what're you plotting?"

"Nothing at all," you say sweetly, your finger tracing the defined muscles of his arm, "Juuuust taking in the view~."

He snorts, but there's amusement in those sharp Zenin eyes, "The view, huh? Sure it's not just an excuse to cop a feel?"

"M’nope! I was just admiring how the sunrise today makes you look extra dangerous~"

"Dangerous, huh?" The big bad Toji Zenin grins, amused by how you can make even that sound like a compliment, "Most people don't say that while grinning like they've found a puppy."

"Well, I'm not most people," you giggle while pressing your cheek against the warmth of his arm, "And your arms are way better than any puppy. Now up, please ~!" you can’t stop the dumb grin on your face when he flexes his bicep deliberately under your grip.

"Tch. You're worse than a kid." He grumbles as he effortlessly hoists you up with his arm, your feet dangling. Toji huffs, but there's no hiding the flush creeping up his neck, "And flattery will get you nowhere."

Despite his gruff demeanor, you know he secretly loves how you get all stary eyed at his strength.

You grin cheekily, "i dunno, I think it’s gotten me pretty fa-."

"Papa! UP!" A tiny voice suddenly demands. You both look down to see little Megumi- the very proof of how far your flattery has gotten you with Toji Zenin. Your sons arms were stretched high above his head in a perfect mirror of your earlier pose.

Toji's expression softens gradually as he looks at his son. Without putting you down, he easily scoops up Megumi with his free arm, holding both of you aloft like you weigh nothing.

"Great… now I've got two clingy brats," he complains, but his eyes are warm as Megumi squeals in delight, tiny hands patting his father's muscled shoulder.

"Strong papa!" Megumi declares proudly, making Toji's ears turn slightly pink.

You catch this and grin, "That’s right sweetie, daddy’s the strongest," you agree, pressing a kiss to his bicep that makes him roll his eyes.

"And you’re my biggest brat," he mutters, but he doesn't put either of you down, secretly basking in the adoration from his two favorite people.

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୨୧ — Gojo notices everything about you, especially in moments like these when you’re curled up like a content little kitten on the couch. Your oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder as you wiggle your toes in those fuzzy socks, and how your nose scrunches adorably while focusing on catching that sneaky fish in Animal Crossing, completely lost in your virtual island paradise.

He also notices when you haven’t paid attention to him all day. And if Gojo Satoru isn't getting his daily dose of you, then something must be done.

"Mmn~, pay attention to meeeee," Gojo whined dramatically, flopping onto the couch with all the grace of an attention starved puppy. His fluffy white hair tickling your thighs as he positions himself between your legs, making you giggle despite trying to maintain concentration.

"Shhh, I'm trying to foc-eep~♡!" Your stern words dissolved into a pitiful little squeak as his strong arms suddenly wrapped around your legs, spreading them wide with playful enthusiasm. How those brilliant blue irises of his practically sparkled with a devilish glint made your heart skip as he noticed your lack of underwear, "N-Not now, Satoru, i want to play my-!!"

"Aww, but I wanna play too," he cooed, nuzzling against your inner thigh like an affectionate cat, "And look what pretty toy I found~ no panties? My adorable little player going commando? How scandalous~"

You try to close your legs when his warm breath ghosts across your exposed pussy, "S-Satoru!" you squealed, trying to keep your Switch steady even as heat flooded your cheeks, "don't you have literally anyone else to pester? L-like Nanami, he’s fun to annoy, right?"

He pouted dramatically, batting those impossibly long eyelashes, "I thought you knew?" He cocked his head at you while giving you the sweetest smile, "Pestering you is my favorite hobby. Besides..." he drags his tongue slowly up your slit, making you nearly drop your game, "Nanami could never taste this good."

Your gasp turned into a giggle that melted into a moan as he hummed happily like he's enjoying the sweetest dessert.

"Mmm, sweet as candy." he purred between licks, "Keep playing your game, sweetie. Let's see how long you can focus~"

Your fingers trembled on the controls as he devoured you like his favorite dessert, making exaggerated "nom nom" sounds that had you torn between laughing and moaning. The fishing line wobbled wildly on screen while his tongue dove inside, swirling around your gummy insides and coaxing out your sweet juices before moving up to wrap his soft lips around your swollen clit, sucking gently.

"Ahh! Y-you're m’impo-hah~ssible!" you whimpered, trying to sound angry even as your hips rocked against his face.

"Impossibly charming? Impossibly handsome? Impossibly good at making you cum?" He winked up at you, chin glistening with your juices.

The Switch clattered to the floor as you tangled your fingers in his white hair, giving up any resistance. The noises Gojo was pulling out of you were lewd enough to make a porn star blush, and that cocky- delighted chuckle only spurred you on more as it vibrated against your clit.

"Such pretty noises you make," he teases between slurps, his tongue swirling around your throbbing nub, "Much better than any game soundtrack."

"Sh-ut up, you men-ah~ce," you moaned, tugging his hair the way you knew he loved. His responding growl making your toes curl.

"Make me," he challenged, slipping two fingers inside your drooling cunt, pumping in and out at a delicious pace before curling them to hit that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back. "We're just getting started. I've got lots more games we can play~"

His cock pressed insistently against his pants as he crawled up your body, catching your lips in a messy kiss that let you taste yourself on his playful tongue.

"Congrats~ you unlocked the next level. Ready for the next stage?" he asked, grinding his hips against yours teasingly. "I promise it's more fun than Animal Crossing~"

You knew your game would have to wait, especially since it now lies forgotten on the floor as Gojo shows you exactly why he’s your favorite distraction. After all, who needed virtual fishing when you had the strongest determined to make you cum until you were seeing stars?

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Toji Zen'in, who doesn't get down on one knee or has a ring hidden in his pocket waiting for the perfect moment.

Instead, he's lying on your bed with you, the sheets still tangled around your legs, his calloused fingers tracing lazy patterns on your hip- gentler now than the bruising grip they'd held just moments ago.

Toji Zen'in, who's never planned a damn thing in his life, living by pure instinct and impulse. Whose love language is leaving bruised fingerprints on your skin and possessive bite marks. The same man who makes decisions in the spaces between heartbeats.

When he pulls you back against his chest you feel his chin rest atop your head. His breathing deep and even.

“Marry me.”

Toji Zen'in, whose “marry me” isn’t a question at all- just say two quiet, unguarded words slipping from his lips, like a confession he’s carried for far too long. The words falling so softly you almost miss them.

You turn in his embrace so that you can face him, the sheet sliding off your shoulder, and what you see makes your breath catch. He isn't smiling when your eyes meet- his expression stripped bare of its usual sharp edges and smirk.

Toji Zen'in, whose eyes tell stories of a man who's never had anything permanent, never wanted anything to last.

Until you.

Who traces your cheek with calloused fingers like you're something precious, something that could slip away if he doesn't hold on tight enough.

Toji Zen'in doesn't smile nor whoops in triumph or pull you into a passionate kiss. He simply pulls you closer to him after you whisper "yes," tucking you under his chin where you've always fit perfectly.

Whose heartbeat is steady against your cheek- the rhythm of home, of belonging, of a man who has finally found his harbor after a lifetime at sea. No grand gestures needed, no flowery declarations.

This is all Toji Zen'in needed- his arms around you, his breath in your hair, and the absolute certainty that he has finally found something worth keeping... Worth staying with forever.

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tuna

"Tuna," Inumaki says softly, watching as you attempt to spread rice evenly on the nori sheet.

"I know, I know- there’s tuna right here!” You laugh, gesturing to the careful pile of fish you’d prepared. “Wait, do you want extra in yours? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

"Bonito flakes..."

"I mean, I could add a whole oceans worth of tuna if that’s what you’re after~ or are you judging my sushi technique?" you huff playfully, waving a piece of nori at him.

He gives you that signature deadpan stare before deliberately pointing at your hair, but you catch a flicker of amusement in his eyes.

"Tuna."

You pat your head in confusion, finding nothing there.

He seems to be trying not to laugh now.

"Wh-what’s so funny hmm???" you pout, "Toge come on-"

His eyes soften as he slowly unzips his jacket collar, careful to aim his words directly at you, "don’t move."

Your body instantly freezes in place from his cursed speech, but your heart starts racing as he leans in close. His gentle fingers brush through your hair, plucking out two grains of rice.

Despite being frozen, you could feel your face flush as his warm breath fans across your cheek. He’s so close you can count his eyeless- his very long lashes… and even see the happiness dancing in his eyes.

The sweetest smile spreads across his face- one of those rare, genuine ones that makes your stomach flutter with butterflies. Still maintaining eye contact, he rubs his nose softly against yours in a tender Eskimo kiss.

The curse wears off just as he pulls back, leaving you flustered and stammering. "I... you... that's not fair!"

"Salmon," he says simply, but his eyes are crinkled with affection as he returns to his perfect sushi rolling, leaving you a blushing mess beside him.

You can't help but smile though- trust Inumaki to find the sweetest way to tease you, even with his cursed speech...

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୨୧— Attempting to bake with them —୨୧

╰┈➤ Nanami Kento

"You're making such a mess," Nanami sighs, but there's a playful glint in his eyes as you dance away while flicking at him with fingers full of flour, giggling as it poofs across his pristine suit.

"Am i?" you tease, shrieking with laughter as he stalks toward you, his arms outstretched as though he means to catch you.

The honey bread baking fills the kitchen with a sweet smell, almost as sweet as your teasing giggles.

"You are," he tells you, his lips tugging upward as he lunges for you, purposefully missing so that he could watch you dance away.

"Maybe you should help me clean up then," you suggest innocently, deliberately bending over- acting as if you were going to pick up something. His sharp intake of breath tells you he's noticed you're bare beneath that thin pink apron you've been parading around.

As Nanami reaches up to loosen his tie, and you can see his cock stirring against his slacks.

"Such a naughty little baker." he purrs, suddenly pressed against your back, his large arms circling you from behind, those addictive veiny hands of his slipping into the apron leaving white handprints across your breasts as he kneads them tenderly.

"Getting my suit dirty… making a mess of my kitchen…" His voice deepens as you grind shamelessly against his bulge.

"I- I was just trying to make you honey bread, hone- eep!"

You gasp as he spins you around, lifting you onto the counter with such ease.

Flour puffs into the air as he spreads your thighs wide, leaving dusty handprints everywhere he touches, "And such a beautiful little baker i've seen to have caught," he murmurs fondly, leaving floury fingerprints on your cheeks as he cups your face, "What am I going to do with you?"

╰┈➤ Gojo Satoru

"The cake needs decorating!" you protest through giggles as Gojo steals another fingerful of frosting, painting it across your collarbone before licking it off with a sly grin.

"I am decorating~," he argues playfully, blue eyes bright as he corners you against the counter, "Just found a much prettier dessert…" More frosted fingers trail down your inner thigh as he drops to his knees, "And it tastes so much sweeter too~"

You try to scold him, but his tongue darts out to lap up the frosting, leaving you shivering instead. He lifts your leg over his shoulder, giving him better access and making you clutch the edge of the countertop, your toes curling. He works slowly, teasingly, until he reaches your knee. By then, you're a shaking mess, whimpering softly, and when he suddenly pulls away, you're almost embarrassed by the needy sound you make.

He stands, licking his lips and smirking at the way you lean towards him, trying to pull him back into range, "I think you’re right though. Cake is more important."

"Mean!" you complain, and his smirk grows.

"Mean~?"

You nod, pouting slightly, "I'm gonna make sure you have blue balls forever now."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" he asks, and you shove him in the chest, only earning a laugh as he slowly sinks back down- his hands holding your legs apart before he huffs against your inner thigh, "Then again, i think i rather frost these pretty thighs instead…"

He glances up at you with a grin, "Now be a good girl and lift your leg back over my shoulder, I want to make sure I don't miss a spot."

You can't resist. You never could when it came to him.

With a shaky nod, you rest your heel on his shoulder, your leg trembling as he paints intricate patterns with the frosting before slowly, achingly, lapping them off.

"So delicious," he hums against your skin, kissing your inner thigh, "but…" his long lashes flutter as he nuzzles closer, "there's a part I've been dying to taste~"

"S-satoru-"

"Shhh~" he presses his mouth to your sex, his tongue darting out to taste you and you nearly scream, "Can't wait to stuff this pretty little cake with cream~"

╰┈➤ Geto Suguru

"You have flour on your nose," he chuckles warmly, swiping it off while you try to shape cookie dough hearts for Nanako and Mimiko. His arms wrap around your waist from behind, chin resting on crown of your head as he watches you struggle to make the dough do what you want. You try to keep focused, but his warm breath and body against yours makes you a little lightheaded.

"Y-you're distracting me," you complain without heat, melting back against his chest as he hums contentedly.

He steals a bit of dough, offering it to you with gentle fingers, "Can't help it," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses behind your ear, "You're too adorable in that apron, making treats just for the girls… I think I'll keep you."

Your cheeks heat at the praise, heart fluttering in your chest, and you're pretty sure you could live in this moment forever. Dropping the dough, you turn in his arms, leaving floury handprints on his dark robe as you pull him down for a kiss. He tastes like cookie dough and happiness, making you smile against his lips.

"The cookies will never get done at this rate," you whisper as he lifts you effortlessly onto a clean spot on the counter, settling between your legs with that tender smile you adore.

"There's plenty of time," he says simply, stealing another sweet kiss, deeper and longer this time, long fingers threading through your hair.

An hour goes by and the front door creaks open as two pairs of small feet patter inside from their adventures. Nanako and Mimiko pause at the living room entrance, twin grins spreading across their faces at the sight the find.

There on the couch, you and Geto are sound asleep, their papa’s arms wrapped protectively around you. His long dark hair is dusted white with flour and dried cookie dough crusted adorably on his nose. Your hair is equally disheveled, face mimicking his with equal parts dough and flour.

"Look! Look! They made cookies!" Mimiko whispers excitedly, pointing to the beautifully decorated plate on the small kitchen table.

Nanako spots the note and clutches her sister's hand, both girls beaming at the simple message you wrote: "Love you both ❤️"

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୨୧ — You knelt gently on the cool stone floor of his temple, your delicate hands arranging a bouquet of colorful blooms in a vase. Your soft melodic humming weaved through the air and turned the usually oppressive temple into something almost… domestic.

"Still cluttering my temple with this worthless garbage?" Sukuna growled, though his eyes never left the gentle sway of your movements. "Must you insist on filling every corner with these weeds?"

"They're not garbage, they're flowers!" You held up a bloom for his inspection, completely unfazed by his scowl, "This one kind of reminds me of you- all thorny on the outside…" you smiled sweetly at the flower, a tint of pink dusting your cheeks, "but the petals are so soft."

The mouth on his stomach let out a derisive snort.

"Comparing the King of Curses to a common weed? Your boldness knows no bounds, does it? I could burn them all to ash with a thought," he threatened, multiple hands clenching, "Turn your precious flowers to nothing but dust."

"Buuut you won't," you sang out, struggling slightly to stand with your swollen belly. Before you could wobble and lose balance, his hands were there, steadying you. The moment he realized what he’d done his gentle touch turned into a somewhat harsh grip, the action of tending to you making him bare his teeth in self-disgust.

"Pathetic," he spat, though his hold remained carefully mindful of your condition, "You're as weak as these weeds you love so much." He clicked his tongue, "Tch, and I don’t believe I gave you permission to move, know your place… woman."

"Hmmm~?" You arched your brow at him, "And where is my place?" You asked playfully, leaning into his touch despite his harsh words. Your hand reaching up to caress the curse marks on his arm.

The mouth on his stomach snapped its teeth, "At my feet, where you belong."

"Funny," you mused, "that's not where you kept me last night~."

His grip tightened, just shy of painful, "Watch your tongue, little lamb.." One hand found your throat, thumb pressing against your pulse point in warning, "That tongue of yours grows bolder by the day," Sukuna snarled, another hand tangling in your hair with barely contained violence. "Perhaps I should I finally rid myself of that mouth of yours..." his nails drags across your neck, "rip it out and feed it to-"

You merely tilted your head, exposing more of your neck to his threatening grip, "rip it out with those hands that hold me so carefully?" You pressed closer, fearlessly touching the mouth on his stomach, which immediately ceased its smirk.

"You're nothing but a temporary amusement. A warm body to entertain me. A vessel for my-"

The mouth on his stomach started to add something undoubtedly vicious, but fell traitorously silent when Sukuna heard the next words that slipped from your lips, "Is that why you check on us every night?" You asked, eyes looking at him knowingly, "To inspect your vess-!"

He cut you off by pulling you roughly against him, four hands positioning you exactly where he wanted you, "You talk too much." A vein pulsed dangerously in his temple before The king of curses releases a sound of frustration, "I'm ensuring what belongs to me remains intact. Nothing more."

"And you pretend too much," you whispered, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his clenched jaw, "my fearsome lord who also waters his "vessels" wilting flowers as she sleeps soundly with his growing child."

Sukuna's eyes narrowed dangerously, "I do no such thing..."

He should have pulled away. Should have done what he’s done to others and remind you exactly why he earned the title King Of Curses... Instead, he found himself drawing you closer, allowing your warmth to seep into his cold existence.

"Your weeds are still worthless," he muttered against your hair, but all four of his arms continued to cradle you protectively.

Sukuna Ryomen wanted to destroy you. To erase your existence…

This pure, ridiculous woman who dared to mock his threats with smiles and gentle touches. But as you turned back to look at your arrangement of wee- flowers…, humming contentedly in his embrace, he knew with sickening certainty that he would tear apart anyone who tried to harm you and his unborn brat before he ever laid a violent hand on you himself.

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୨୧ — Imagine Nanami cradling his newborn daughter tenderly. His blonde locks that were once neatly slicked back now messily frame his face- serving as playthings for tiny, curious hands. The infant giggles, gripping and curling her fingers, attempting to grab at her father's hair with pure delight. Nanami's heart swelled, a genuine smile appearing across his face.

"Ya know... Fatherhood really suits you, you know that?" You murmured, resting your head against his arm.

Nanami looked down at you, his eyes- always so tired from the cruelties of the world and working far too much, were now soft with affection, "I never thought I would have a life like this... I always felt it was far out of my reach..."

"Kento..."

He brought his daughter up to his face, his lips pressing a kiss to her forehead. His voice was a low whisper, yet you still managed to hear his words, "I love you. Both of you. More than anything in the world."

You could see it, not only in his smile, but his eyes as well... they held some fear. Afraid of the life he led, afraid of it coming to take the family he had so lovingly built away from him. Nanami had seen much in his time as a sorcerer. The loss of people dear to him- their deaths never failing to haunt him... He was scared... Scared of leaving you both behind, scared of the what-ifs...

"Kento, you worry far too much. I promise we'll be here, right by your side. Always and forever, okay? You're always going to awaken to me in your strong arms." You give his bicep a soft squeeze, "no way anyone could get past these bad boys."

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat, holding his baby girl in one arm, he used the one you squeezed to bring you into a loving embrace, drawing you even closer to his body. Drawing you closer into his world, a world he once thought would be forever in solitude. This was all a simple moment, but Nanami felt the full weight of this newfound joy- the joy of being a father and a loving husband to you. No could've prepared him for this profound privilege.

You were his home. And for the first time, he allowed himself to relax and trust in your words... that everything would be alright...

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୨୧ ― NANAMI KENTO

The ball gag reduces your desperate pleas to muffled whimpers as Nanami's cock twitches inside your stretched out pussy. Drool trickles past the rubber sphere, down your chin as you try fruitlessly to rock against him. His tie wrapped around your eyes keeps you from seeing the warm smile on his face, and how his iron grip on your hips keeps you perfectly still, forced to be nothing more than a warm sleeve for his throbbing dick.

"Patience, my dear," he chides, thumb stroking your hip bone, "I know exactly what you want... But good girls wait for permission, don't they?" You nod frantically, willing to agree to anything if it means he'll finally move.

"So beautiful..."

The first brutal snap of his hips knocks the breath from your lungs as his usually controlled pace is thrown out the window. Each slap of his balls against your ass rings out in the room, punctuated by Nanami's low grunts.

Your fingers flex, desperate to grasp at him, but your bound arms keep them in place. You wanted so badly to hold him, to whisper in his ear, but he's in complete control, and he doesn’t plan on giving up that control tonight. It had been a long work day, and taking the time to carefully bind you had been rather therapeutic, the process of tying knot after knot calming his nerves and easing his tension. He couldn’t give up that control just yet.

You keen around the gag, saliva spilling over the edge as your cunt flutters around the cock impaling you. Nanami's thrusts were relentless, and you could feel his cockhead dragging against your spongy g-spot with every plunge into your dripping hole. "Show me how much you've missed me," he commands, jackhammering into your swollen pussy.

Even with the gag you can't hold back the moans, the screams, the sobs that wrack your body. You could feel how his hand moved from your hips. trailing up your side, brushing lightly over your nipples before his fingers wrap around your throat. He could feel your heartbeat fluttering against his palm as he squeezed, feeling your airway tighten under his hand. The choked sound you make is heavenly, and Nanami's grip loosens for a moment, letting you take a gasping breath before squeezing again.

"Don't stop clenching around me, d-ear-ah-" Each thrust threatens to split you in half as he unleashes hours of pent up stress into your complying body.

It was a struggle to focus at this point, your body overwhelmed with the aching pleasure between your thighs and the pressure on your throat. Each time Nanami let go his hips would still as you took greedy gulps of air, before he squeezing once again and snapping his hips up to burry himself so deep his swollen cockhead smooches your womb… And fuck how it made your vision spin, your brain feeling like utter mush.

You were so close, you could feel the coil winding up tight in your gut.

Your toes curling, legs spasming, your thighs squeezing against him, trying desperately to find some relief from the onslaught of his teasing.

"That's my girl, show me how you fall apart on my cock."

୨୧ ― SHIU KONG

Shiu could barely concentrate on the Zoom meeting, your wet mouth making the most obscene slurping noises beneath his desk. He'd tried to resist when you first slid under there, giving him that innocent look that was anything but.

"The client asked that..." he managed, gripping his pen so hard it nearly snapped as you deepthroated him with practiced ease. Clear strands of saliva poured from your dick-hungry mouth onto his pressed trousers, soaking the expensive material until there was a nice wet spot. You were such a messy little cocksucker, taking pride in how sloppy you could get-knowing that’s just how he likes it.

Your tongue swirled around his swollen head, collecting every drop of precum that leaked from his slit before sucking him back into your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed, creating the perfect vacuum to milk him, drawing his cum closer and closer to your waiting throat.

"Yes… I’ll be sure to- mph- send the info..." Shiu’s voice hitched, his hips involuntarily lifting to chase the sensation of your wet, warm mouth. You were getting him close, and Shiu struggled to keep his composure, hoping the meeting would end soon so he could grab you by the hair and fuck your throat like he wanted.

Your hand massaged his balls as you worked him deeper, spit dribbling down your chin, tears streaming down your face from the effort. You were so desperate to please him, and he couldn’t remember the last time someone had sucked him with such enthusiasm.

"We should- mmph- circle back… tomorrow…," he told his colleagues, voice strained as you increased your pace. He could barely focus on the screen, your mouth was so hot, so wet, making those obscene squelching noises that drove him wild- noises he hoped only he could hear.

The second the call ended, he grabs you by the hair roughly, yanking you up with one hand, "You're going to pay for that, babygirl." His free hand reaches out, his fingers curling around your face, his nails gently- sensually digging into your cheeks until they reluctantly parted. The rich scent of his cigarette fills the air as he takes a slow drag and the cherry glows as he leans closer and closer to you… Until his lips finally meet yours, exhaling the smoke into your mouth, sealing it inside you with a shared breath.

The warmth of the smoke swirls within, his tongue flicking to tease your own. It’s all so intoxicating, like a drug coursing through your body… And what makes your melt into his grip is the feather light touch of his. A slow, deliberate caress against your flushed cheeks that causes you to take a deep breath, inhaling more of the thick smoke.

You cough slightly when the smoke reaches your lungs, and Shiu pulls away, a smile on his face,

"Now… " he takes a deep breath, the cigarette dangling between his teeth, "What should i do with you?"

You swallow, the taste of him still lingering in your mouth, "Whatever," you hop up on his desk, his dress shirt on your sliding off one shoulder, your nipples peeking through the fabric, "you want," your eyes meeting his, "Shiu~"

He lets out a small chuckle, his eyes traveling from yours to the curve of your neck, "You always make such good decisions," he takes another drag, holding the smoke in his lungs as his head dips low, his lips pressing a soft kiss against the side of your neck. The tip of his tongue traces a line up to your earlobe, teeth nipping gently, tugging at the soft flesh, "But, do you think you deserve to cum tonight?"

୨୧ ― HIGURUMA HIROMI

The silk tie binding his wrists strains against the headboard as you roll your hips torturously slow, your slick folds barely kissing the swollen head of his cock.

Higuruma's jaw tightens, a muscle twitching in his cheek as you deny him what he wants. For a man who prides himself on control, being at your mercy certainly was maddening.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" his voice low and gravelly, strained with the effort of keeping his composure, his gaze fixed on yours, "Teasing me like this." his wrists testing his binds.

Your fingers splayed across his bare chest, “Whatre you going to do about it~?" You hummed innocently, "Can't touch me like this, can you?" You rolled your hips, grinding against his cock to coast his impressive length in your wetness, but not quite taking him inside of you still, "So mean, keeping a girl waiting~ Hiromi~.”

Leaning down, you trail your tongue along his chest, tasting the salty tang of sweat that lingers there. And when you find his nipple, you take it between your teeth and bite, a sharp sting that has him arching his back off the bed.

"Nha'! F-fuck-!!..."

He grits his teeth, hissing at the sensation, the ache in his arms growing more pronounced, the strain in his biceps making them bulge and swell.

His hands, balled into tight fists, tugging on his binds, the silk ties straining against the bedpost. Until finally, it gave way. His silk black tie finally snapping at the seams, and like hell he doesn't hesitate.

Before you can even react, he has you flipped onto your back with predatory grace. The bed creaking beneath his weight as he hovers above you, a meaty hand pressed against one of your breasts, your nipple caught between his fingers while pinning you to the mattress.

"You've been testing my patience all day," He slams his cock into you in one fell swoop, sheathing his entire length inside your warm pussy , "Playing with me at the office," he thrusts hard, "Deliberately bending over my desk in front of that obnoxious prosecutor to hand me the food you made," he rolls his hips, the tip of his cock pressing against the opening of your womb, "I think you need a little discipline."

He slowly drags his cock through your tight heat until you're whimpering. his fingers pinching your nipple, bullying the tender little bud by twisting it between his fingertips, giving it a sharp tug before pulling it away from your body… Only to release it when your back arches off the bed, a high pitched gasp tumbling from your lips.

When he finally sees fat tears well up in your eyes, he dips his head to swipe his tongue over the tender nub, lapping at it to soothe the sting, a deep groan rumbling in his chest, "Doesn't feel good to be teased, does it?"

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ ― Nanami didn’t enjoy getting rough with you, usually. He was a true gentleman, a romantic soul, and you were his precious treasure- the love of his life who deserved nothing less than the most reverent devotion. The grade one sorcerer always takes pride in being the one to shower you with the delicate love you so richly deserved, treating you with the utmost respect and care.

However, whenever Gojo Satoru is around… all of that tends to go out the window.

Nanami Kento had you pinned against a wall at Jujutsu High, hyper-sensitive tits dragging with each punishing thrust while he drove into you from behind. Your sundress -that infuriating yellow one- bunched around your waist, the same one you claim is innocent, the same dress that made Gojo's eyes wander earlier.

"M-my niiippples!" you mewl as they scrape the rough surface, "c-can’t- I- hah~ I- Ken-to~!"

Nanami's relentless pace had your cervix aching deliciously, your pussy drooling as his swollen cockhead battered that tender spot with precision. Each impact making your whole body tremble, you even swore you could feel the hot gush of precum slicking your walls.

He had asked you several times to dress a little more appropriately if you were to visit him at work… Not that he was a man who minded the outfits you wore, it’s just that-

"Did he touch you?"

His words were harsh and guttural, he knows Gojo, he knows the other man's proclivities, and you, well you're a pretty girl. One that gets hit on a lot… by him.

"N-no!" you sob, the sting of the wall on your sensitive buds driving you insane, his cock filling your cunt up just right, the drag of his veiny shaft against your velvety walls making your eyes cross.

Nanami Kento was a jealous man, and it shows in these moments, the way his hips snap to yours, the way he grips your waist, the way his hand slides from your shoulder to your neck. Applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. This was a side of Nanami only you got to see, the barely contained beast beneath his composed exterior.

"Kennto~ my tummy.." you whimper as he hits impossibly deep, it feels like he’s churning up your insides, trying to fuck into your womb, making your brain scramble.

His hot breath ghosts over your ear, crisp dress shirt rustling against your bare skin, "Isn't this what you wanted?" One strong hand grips your ass, lifting for a better angle, "Showing up here begging for attention..., Was this morning not enough, dear?"

No. It's never enough. You're addicted to everything about him- his controlled power, his clenched jaw when you test him, those perfect strands of hair falling in his eyes when you act like a brat.

"Ah~Al-ways... always m’need you..." you manage between moans, “my Kento~”

He presses tender kisses along your shoulder, a deep contrast to the way he was currently fucking you. He knows you're his alone, his perfectly devoted dear, but still… Gojo always tries. The white hair sorcerer saying things like, "Commme on~ isn’t Nanami sooo old-fashioned? You can have so much more fun with me~!! Come out and play with me sometime." with that dumb expression on his face, the way his eyes would flit from you to Nanami, purposely getting under his skin.

The thought of breeding you right now- fucking a child into your willing womb floods his mind as he fists your hair. How you'd look waddling around heavy with his child, breasts swollen and leaking… Shit… that might cause more unwanted attention.

But still, Nanami himself enjoyed the vision. The thought of you as a mother filled him with a domestic warmth he didn’t know he had, and he was grateful you couldn’t glimpse the rosy blush that spread across his face as he dreamed of sampling your motherly milk. He imagined it would taste like warm honey and fresh cream, rich with nurturing sweetness.

You moan his name so beautifully, and it drives his hand to wonder towards your lower belly, pressing firmly, imaging his seed taking root, a son or daughter kicking happily under his hand.

Nanami's breath was ragged, nearing his end, and the thing that did him in was the sound of your needy little plea, "c-cum in me ~ wanna walk home with y-your cum in me, please!"

With a low growl, he yanks your head back and slams deep, cock pulsing as he empties his hot load inside you, hoping and secretly praying for your womb to drink it up. You can feel each spurt of his sticky cum painting your gummy walls, and it sets you off, your orgasm washing over you as you squeeze around his length.

Your entire body goes limp against the wall, supported only by his strong arms as he catches his breath. His forehead resting against the back of your head, hot panting breaths causing your hair to move as he stays buried in your fluttering heat.

"Sorry…," his voice was soft, his grip loosening.

"For what?" You sigh.

"That was... I got carried away."

"Mmmm... I like it when you get carried away~" You smile.

With a gentle kiss to the top of your head, your gentle Nanami returns, whispering praises he’s only said to you. You're so beautiful, so perfect, and his.

Gojo was a pain, but Nanami Kento, well he was definitely a keeper. And thanks to Satoru, you have a sneaking suspicion that you might become a mommy sooner than later.

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ ― Nanami Kento

"Oh sweetheart…" Nanami's voice was like warm honey as you peeked shyly into his office, the delicate silver cowbell at your throat chiming softly. His eyes go impossibly soft seeing you in the delicate sheer fabric, swollen with his child and blushing prettily under his gaze.

"Come here, beautiful." he beckons gently as he sets down his book.

As you walk up to him he can't help but pull you into his lap, careful of your round belly. His thumb traces your nipple through the material with a tenderness you know only exists for you, coaxing it to harden and peek through the material. "Already ready to nurture our little one," he murmurs as milk begins to dampen the fabric.

You melt against him, resting your head on his shoulder, "she's been growing so quickly… it's as if she knows you're impatient to have her in your arms." your tease lightly.

Nanami chuckles, "I'll admit, I'm looking forward to being a father, but…" He cups your heavy breast lovingly, massaging until more milk flows, "I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't going to miss seeing you like this." Leaning down, he suckles you through the fabric, groaning softly as the sweet liquid hits his tongue through your thin outfit.

Your eyes flutter closed while a hand comes up to cradle the back of his head, your breath hitching when he begins to tug more aggressively, making you squirm on his lap, "K-Kento~"

"You're absolutely perfect like this- so full of life, so naturally maternal." He praises, tugging your top down to properly drink from you, "Let me take care of you while I still can, dear.” There he goes again, worrying about not being here for you due to being a sorcerer, “Show you just how precious you are to me."

୨୧ ― Toji Fushiguru

"Well fuck me sideways," Toji growls, dropping his weapon bag as you step into view. The cow bell draws his attention to your throat before his eyes rake down your body, lingering on your heavily pregnant form wrapped in that sinful outfit.

"Remember when you said you'd never get another woman pregnant?" you tease, running your hands over your swollen belly.

"Yeah well, plans change when a tight little pussy like yours comes along," he rumbles, stalking towards you almost predatorily. "Especially when it takes my cum so perfectly." His rough hands grab your ass, pressing you closer to his muscular chest, grinding you against his hardening cock. "Can't say i'm complaining though, not when you're looking like this."

He guides you to the edge of the couch, helping you to sit before he's kneeling between your thighs, nosing the crotch of your panties aside to taste the juices already pooling there. His calloused hands span your lower belly possessively, holding you steady as his tongue works you over, "Gonna keep you bred, sweetheart. Watch that belly swell over and over again." You could feel him smirk against you as he drags his tongue from your drooling cunt, up your mound, circling your clit, "My personal dairy cow."

The sound you make is a cross between a laugh and a moan, but even as he talks filthy, his touch remains surprisingly gentle on your pregnant form, as if he's afraid of hurting you. But god, you don't want him to be gentle, you want him to fuck you the way only he can.

"I'm not made of glass, you know," you tease, tugging him away from your aching core by his hair, "I can still take whatever you give me."

Toji's lips twitch into a grin, rising from his spot on the floor to stand above you, but not before pressing a soft kiss to your bump. Grabbing you by the waist, Toji lifts you effortlessly, flipping your positions so he's seated on the couch and you're straddling his lap, "…How about i let you set the pace for once?"

You roll your eyes at the offer, "such a softie deep down," you tease, leaning in to kiss him as your hands cup his cheeks.

"Only for you," he admits, hands resting on your waist, guiding you up until you can position yourself above his throbbing cock.

୨୧ ― Gojo Satoru

"Cover those pretty eyes of your! And no peeking or i'm changing back!" You warn, adjusting the cute cow horns atop your head nervously.

"But baaaabbby, im dying over here" Gojo whines dramatically, hand pressed firmly over his eyes as he waits on the bed. "What if you're so cute i actually explode? You'll have to explain to our child why their daddy spontaneously combusted… What if i just use one eye-"

"D- don't you dare!" You huff, cheeks flushing. You knew he was being silly, but… you wanted him to be surprised! You take a deep breath, trying to calm down.

Gojo softens, his heart fluttering in his chest, "what about half an eye?"

"Satoru!"

"Sorry sorry," Gojo chuckles, grinning, "I'm just teasing, babe. I know you're excited~ They're covered, i promise."

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Could never at you~"

When you finally give permission, his hand drops and his entire expression melts into one of pure adoration, "Oh baby…" He murmurs softly, sitting up from his spot on the bed as he engraves this moment into his memory. How you went out of your way to dress-up just for him, how the cow-print lingerie was practically painted on your skin and that growing belly of yours, how the garter belt accentuated the shape of your hips…

You were perfect.

You fidget nervously, your face flushing. Gojo stares at you, his mouth slightly agape. It wasn't that he was speechless, it was more like he couldn't speak, didn't have the words to tell you just how much you meant to him, how beautiful you were, and how lucky he felt to call you his own.

"Y- you can't just stare at me like that, Toru! I- I feel huge…"

"you're not" Gojo says instantly, eyes raking over you. "You're perfect. Absolutely stunning…"

You bite your lip, smiling shyly, "r- really?"

"Really really." He hums, eyes still glued to you, "Actually, i've had a surprise for you too, sweetheart~" He coos, pulling out a box from under the bed, "Now it's your turn to close those pretty eyes of yours~"

You blink, "Satoru, what-?"

"Trust me, dove~" Gojo grins, "and don't peek." he gives you a wink.

Before you can start to feel self conscious again, you feel yourself being scooped up bridal style, "Yeeehaw!!!" he hollers playfully, twirling you around as you giggle and cling to him, "Look what i caught myself, the prettiest cow in all of Japan~"

Your eyes open to find Gojo in nothing but a cowboy hat and a red bandana around his neck.

"Should we see if you're ready to be milked yet, doll~?" Gojo purrs, carrying you back to the bed and gently laying you down.

"You're so ridiculous, oh my god! I can't believe i let you get me pregnant," you giggle as he crawls over you, kissing you tenderly.

"but you love me~"

"i do." you smile as he presses his forehead against yours, "So very much…"

"You're my whole world, baby. Now… Moo-ve over sugar, this cowboy's about to show you a good time~"

୨୧ ― Shiu Kong

The unlit cigarette nearly falls from Shiu's lips as you enter his office unannounced wearing nothing but a cow-print bikini and a gold bell that's tied around your neck. His dark eyes rake over your youthful form, drinking in how the pregnancy has made you even more irresistible. Your skin was glowing, your hips wider, your breasts larger than they were before, barely fitting in that micro top you had on, and your belly… Damn, you looked so sexy to him, and it took all his willpower not to bend you over his desk and ravish you right there during his video call with Toji.

Without breaking eye contact with you, he casually turns his laptop slightly aside while Toji continues rambling on about the newest contract.

"Mhm." Shiu hums noncommittally as your bell jingles prettily while you saunter towards him, your hips swaying, a coy smile on your face. He sucks on the unlit cigarette as his cock begins to harden in his pants, his pupils dilating as he takes in every inch of your beautiful, pregnant body- his hands working to unbuckle his belt as you come closer. "Yes, I agree. That would be an optimal arrangement."

When you stop in front of him, the bell tinkles once again as you place a knee on the side of his leather office chair and climb into his lap, his hands immediately coming to rest on the curve of your ass. His head falls back with a barely stifled groan when you sink onto his thick length, giving your ass a good squeeze, pulling you closer so that he can feel your belly press against him.

"Shiu? You even listening?" Toji's annoyed voice breaks through his thoughts, and his attention snaps back to his laptop, "I'm not gonna do this shit for free."

"Continue," he manages, and you bite your lip to stay quiet as you start to ride him, his large hands guiding your hips in a torturously slow rhythm. The age gap between you only makes it hotter- your youthful enthusiasm matching his experienced control. His lashes flutter shut, his head still tilted back against the chair allowing you to watch his throat work as he swallows heavily. "I'm… analyzing the figures.."

"The hell you are! You could at least give me a nice vie-"

Shutting his laptop with an audible snap, Shiu lets the cigarette fall from his lips as he grabs your hair, tugging you into a rough kiss, groaning into your mouth. The bell around your neck jingles again and again as you bounce on his cock, pearly white beads soaking through the bikini top while your tits jiggle.

Pulling back from the kiss, clear strings connecting your tongues, he looks at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes, "Showing up to milk me dry when you're already carrying my kid? How greedy." He chuckles lowly, his thumb finds your clit as his length stretches your insides deliciously, "But, i suppose I could find time to take care of you. Just like always."

[dark-and-kawaii]

"Open that pretty mouth wider," Sylus growls, his massive hand encircling your throat as he guides his cock past your lips. Your jaw aches trying to accommodate him, but the praise in his eyes makes you do as you’re told.

"This is what happens when you try to take control, handcuffing me to the bed… That was quite bold of you the other night." His hand begins to slowly crush your windpipe as he slides his cock deeper down your spasming throat. Your pitiful struggles only make his vermilion eyes darken with such cruel delight. This is what you get for thinking you could chain him down, it was rather cute of you though.

He starts slow, letting you adjust to the feeling of him stretching your throat. But patience isn't his strong suit, not when you’re on your knees like this.

You try to squirm away but his iron grip holds you in place as he starts to bottom out your throat, using you like some personal pocket pussy. Each thrust causing your beautiful tits to bounce violently, drawing a low chuckle from his chest.

Your vision starts to darken as he cuts off your air completely, reduced to nothing but a warm hole for his pleasure.

"Remember this next time you think about being clever with those handcuffs," he taunts, his hips jackhammering your face as consciousness starts to fade.

"Don’t worry kitten,” he purrs, feeling his cock distend your throat beneath his fingers, "I won't let you pass out… at least not yet."

A choked whimper is your only reply, before you start to taste the salty pre-cum pooling in the back of your throat.

"Take all of me," Sylus snarls, his hands tightening as he pushes his entire length down your throat, your muscles clenching violently, squeezing him so deliciously that he almost loses control. Shit. Nevermind, he can't stop himself now, not when you feel this good.

Sylus' head tilts back, the first rope of cum shooting into your stomach while you try not to choke, "That's it, just like that."

Your face is red, tears and saliva streaming down your chin as he finally pulls from your abused throat. He admires his handiwork with a cocky grin, watching you try to gasp for air.

"Such a good girl for me," he coos, running a finger across your bruised lips.

You try to speak, but he shoves his finger into your mouth, coating it with spit before pushing it down onto your tongue, "Actions speak louder than words. Show me just how sorry you are, I'll allow it."

[dark-and-kawaii]

Nanami Kento, who secretly likes when the word "daddy" leaves your lips- who absolutely breaks when you whimper it a second time. His body always going from cool to boiling, his jaw clenching tightly when he feels his hips shudder in their movements. "Again." he pleads- commands as his veiny hands crush your windpipe, but never hard enough to where you can’t babble that special word again.

Nanami Kento, who’s whole body jerks when you clean the mess of your combined releases with teasing kitten-licks, paying special attention to that sensitive spot just under his cockhead. His usually composed face twists in sweet agony, "Fuck…" he hisses through clenched teeth when you take just the tip between your lips, sucking gently to get those last pearly drops. "T-Too sensitive- dear-ah.." his fingers twisting painfully in your hair, fighting the urge to yank you off as pleasure begins to border on sweet torture, "feels… too gh-good." Who loves drinking in the sight of his perfect wife cleaning him so thoroughly. 

Nanami Kento, who if trying to breed you, makes sure every single drop of his precious seed is shoved back into your well fucked hole. Gripping your hips with bruising force when he sees his cum trickling down your thigh. Immediately pushing back inside with a filthy squelch, his swollen cockhead stirring his previous hot load deeper into your womb, making sure every drop stays locked inside where it belongs. "Good girls keep daddy’s cum nice and deep." he whispers in your ear, because damn does that pet name make his cock ache for more.

Nanami Kento, who’s cock throbs painfully against his suit pants when finding you displayed on his desk wearing nothing but that crystal garter belt he bought you. Who stalks towards you, methodically removing his tie while memorizing the lines of your body as if he's about to sketch them, "I can't decide if I should punish you for sitting on my papers, or reward you for being so beautiful. What do you think I should do to you?"

Nanami Kento, who cradles you against his battle-worn heart, strong arms creating a sanctuary in those moments between midnight and dawn. When the world holds its breath and time stands still, Nanami finally feels like he is allowed to rest. "I love you," his calloused fingers tracing poetry into your skin, each touch gentler than the last. 

Nanami Kento, who creates the perfect sanctuary of peace on lazy Sunday afternoons, his broad chest becoming your favorite pillow while you both lay intertwined on the couch. The same fearsome and respected grade 1 sorcerer who melts away, leaving just a man who is utterly thankful to be in your presence. "You... make me feel so...at ease..." he mumbles to himself, almost too quiet for you to hear, his hand slowly making its way up your body and coming to rest on your head, fingers stroking your hair as before drifting off to a blissful nap.

Nanami Kento, who keeps a photo of you wearing nothing but his blue dress shirt, sleeves rolled up past your elbows, flour dusting your cheeks like constellations. The sun's rays through the kitchen window had caught you perfectly, highlighting the pure joy in your smile as you proudly displayed the milk bread you'd spent all day perfecting just for him. He finds himself staring at it during long meetings, a secret smile playing at his lips as he wonders if you're wearing nothing but that dress shirt now, baking his favorites. 

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ — Sukuna watched as you tended to the herbs just outside his temple, your movements carrying that same gentle as always. You hummed softly while working, a melody that seemed to make even the weeds lean towards you. The swell of your stomach was prominent now, a visible reminder of how you had changed everything, and something in him always urged him to be closer to you- a possessiveness that had only grown over the past few months. 

He hated it. But above all, he hated the way his curse energy would flow around the surrounding area, like a protective shroud meant solely for you… And he refused to acknowledge how his multiple eyes would track every subtle shift in your expression…

"Ryomen! Look at this one!" your voice held nothing but genuine delight as you held up a particularly vibrant herb. 

"Tch. Still wasting your time with these worthless weeds?" he scoffed, but his eyes never left your form. He took notice of the way your fingers carefully caressed the delicate thing and the small smile that tugged at your lips, and it was only then did he realize that your hair had grown a little longer... 

"One day," he heard you murmur, your voice carrying in the evening breeze, "you might need these."  

The mere suggestion that he, the king of curses, might need such mundane remedies should have enraged him, and to a certain degree it did, but he was so transfixed on your fingers, the same fingers that always dared to trace his black markings, that his retort lacked it’s usual venom. 

"Someone like me has no use for such worthless things." the mouth on his stomach grinned, "You are aware of the difference between us, aren't you? Or has that brat inside of you softened that brain of yours?"

His gaze flickered to your stomach, where his child grew stronger each day.

That’s when you turned to him with that damn smile, it was like freshly fallen snow, untouched and pure… And it always awakened two warring instincts within him. The first was to destroy you, to corrupt, and to taint that purity until nothing remained and you were left bloody in his arms… And then there was the second, the newer, more terrifying one that made him want to preserve it at all costs…

"Oh? No use for such worthless things?" you tilted your head playfully, reminding him of that first day in the forest where he met you, "Hmm~ Is that why you still wear my scarf? If you have no use for such worthless things, then I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I took it back."

The memory of how you had wrapped it around him had been burned into his memory... like a fucking curse. How you approached him in the forest while bodies lay scattered around him, your eyes full of concern rather than terror. He didn’t know at the time the men he slaughtered were after you- didn’t know that his fun little killing spree would leave him stuck with you like a thorn in a wound. 

A thorn he couldn't be bothered with removing...

"You’re bleeding," you had said then, as if he were some ordinary injured traveler. Before he could slice that pretty head of yours clean off, you had already removed your scarf, standing on your tiptoes, tongue sticking out in concentration as you tended to the wound and wrapped it around his neck even though it would heal in moments…   

His four arms hung beside him at your audacity, as you dared to care for the King of Curses.

"It’s not much," you had whispered, "but it should help keep the wound clean until it heals" then you had smiled- that same one you wore now. 

So lost in the memory, Sukuna hadn’t even noticed you were now standing before him, reaching out towards him with the intent of tugging your scarf free from his body and he reacted. Faster than he should have been and snatched your hand away before you could even graze the fabric. 

"Do. Not." 

His eyes were narrowed, and his voice was low, a growl that echoed across the temple grounds, but you had become immune to the sound. His other hand unconsciously rose to touch the now worn fabric at his neck, it still carried traces of your scent after all this time.

"Watch yourself, woman. I could still slice that fragile neck of yours. Devour you where you stand. Don't be mistaken, you're not safe just because you're carrying my child."

"Mmhmm," you hummed, entirely unafraid as you leaned into him so that you could place a chaste kiss against his jawline, "Is that why you let me sleep in your bed? Why you allow only i to say your real name... And why you-" 

"Be silent." he spat, and yet his grip on your hand loosened, allowing your fingers to slip through his and intertwine, "Insolent creature…" but his other hands were merciful as they settled on your waist.

"If you wanted to kill me, Ryomen, you would have done so a long time ago." 

"You think too highly of yourself. You're a means to an end, a tool."

Your smile never wavered for a second, "Is that so? Then I must be a very special tool. I don't believe anyone else would get away with the things I do."

"Foolish woman." He let out a low grunt, pressing his forehead to yours in a gesture that had become as natural as breathing, "I will admit," his lips curled into a smirk as he pulled you flush against his body, "you've made the last few months a little less boring. But if I tire of your presence, I won't hesitate to kill you." 

"Your foolish woman." You corrected, and with a soft chuckle, you pulled back slightly so that you could cup his face, "And you won’t lol me before the baby is born, right? That would be a shame."

Sukuna scowled, "Don't test me."

"Never." you promised sweetly, but he knew you’d continue to do so regardless.

The King of Curses would never admit it, but the thought of you dead- the thought of anyone daring to harm you or his child was enough to awaken a a whole new kind of bloodlust, unlike anything he had felt in centuries. He would paint the lands red with the blood of any who tried, would hang their entrails from the highest trees as a warning, would burn the world to ash before letting harm come to what was his.