i8kaeya

[i8kaeya]

Christmas if Gojo, Shoko and Geto had been able to raise Megumi, Tsumiki, Nanako and Mimiko together (Featuring Nanami)

[i8kaeya]

Lying To Himself

Content: in which toji is left alone and how he deals with your temporary absence

You have to leave for two weeks, something about a mission in another city. Your boyfriend, Toji, swears it'll be okay, even insists that time will pass by in a blink of an eye. 

“‘m not a fucking child, ma. I’ll be fine. Just take care, yeah?”

And so, you peck him on his lips and wave goodbye before you get in the car. Then you’re disappearing in the distance. Toji shrugs, going back in feeling pretty excited to have the house to himself for two weeks — this has never happened before. As he sits on the couch, bottle of beer in one hand and tv remote on the other, he thinks about all the things he can do now.

The toilet seat can stay up, the bins will be full for longer, same goes for the dirty dishes in the sink, and he can watch whatever he wants; no more of those sappy romcoms with predictable plots and cheesy lines. 

“’s gonna be fun,” he mutters, a growing grin on his face. 

A couple days pass in relative silence, he stays out late, sleeps till noon and eats all the junk you’ve banned from the house. Toji cooks all the steak he wants and leaves the beer bottles to collect dust on the coffee table. And he accepts every invitation from his buddies to go out for drinks, watch basketball at the bar, and plays a couple games too.

He stays up all night, on the evenings he's not getting stupid drunk, playing videogames -- the violent ones you cringe at. During the day, he walks around the place in just his boxers, sometimes not even that, and it's liberating. All a man needs is to be free to balls naked in their own kitchen.

"You're not missing her at all?" Shiu asks, smoke blowing in his face as they stand in the back alley, leaning against the wall of the bar.

Toji snorts. "What am I? Five years old? I can last a couple weeks without being sappy."

His friend gives him a look, half of amused, half disbelieving and a hundred percent smug. None of them miss the death grip he has on his phone, the way his knee is bouncing, and how he isn't even looking at the hot chicks that sway their asses as they walk by.

It’s been great. Really fucking great. 

You haven’t been texting much. Sure, you check in here and there, letting him know you’re alright, you’re safe, and makings sure he’s watered your plants. However, there are rarely any opportunities for phone calls longer than five minutes, no FaceTime either, and sometimes he goes to sleep without a ‘goodnight’ from you. 

It’s fine. 

At least, he can sleep at whatever time he wants without you whining about needing cuddles.

More days pass just like that. 

And now he’s rarely leaving the house, finding his drunk friends boring, obnoxious loud, and suddenly he's realised they’re kinda fucking stupid. He starts to get sick of all the steak and fried chicken and takeaway, and instead he’ll text you for the recipe of your lasagne or that smoothie you make him in the morning that’s always greener than the last. 

His feet tap on the floor when you don’t reply straight away. And when his phone lights up, he practically dives for it and grips it tight in his palm, screen threatening to crack, when it’s not from you. 

“God fucking dammit, Shiu. Don’t fucking talk to me if it’s not important.”

The movies he’s been dying to watch are pretty shit. There’s no depth, no proper pacing, and the dialogue’s cheesy as fuck. Usually, you’d throw popcorn at the screen and complain about all those things, but he finds that he has to mutter them to himself for white noise. Even smirks when he thinks he got it exactly right, guessing what you’d say. 

“She’d totally find that shit stupid. And that blood looks fake. It’s like they didn’t even try.”

Most of the phone calls on his history log are from him, more reds than greens. What the fuck have they got you doing over there anyways? 

When you do reply to his ‘g’night’ and ‘hey, sleep well?’, he’ll have a go at you for taking so damn long. It’s just fucking ridiculous that you’re clearly sleeping well when he has to hit the gym and tire himself out to even get an hour of shut eye. Sometimes, he can’t even get any and he just paces the length of the living room waiting for a notification from you to pop up. 

“Fucking come on! Y'r phone better be dead or something.”

Toji hates having dinner on the table; the seat opposite him is empty, the placemat bare and he feels a freaky fucking soreness in his chest. When that happens, he never finishes his dinner. Must be a symptom of early heart disease. Gotta talk to the doctors about that. 

Eventually, you find time to speak to him for an hour, recounting all the crazy things you’ve seen and had to do. He doesn’t interrupt, he just grunts here and there, not even really listening but he urges you to keep talking when there’s a pause, like you’re unsure if you’re talking too much. And when you try to turn the conversation on him, asking about his day, he gives one word answers and then throws you another question. 

“Yeah?” He grunts. “What else? Speak up, ma. Wanna hear ya. D’ya go to that shop? Yeah? Y’ buy anything? Send me a picture.”

The guys at work know better than to open their fat mouths around him when he turns up with an extra wrinkle and a ticking in his jaw. Toji is somehow even more sadistic and violent and eager for blood. Even finally accepts their invitation to go out for drinks and drowns himself in the extra strong shit. Assuming he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, they don’t question his sour mood. 

But what they don’t know is that you texted to let him know you’re staying another week. 

Fucking texted. 

Didn’t even get to hear it from your own voice. 

He buries himself in more work and stays at the gym for even longer, pushing his body so far, his mind quiets down and he don’t gotta think about the fact that he’s started sleeping on your side of the bed, that the house is losing your scent, and that divot on the couch where you always sat has flattened out. 

The day comes, though, when you’re finally returning home. 

“Y’ sure? Not gonna flake again? Be fucking sure, ma. Alright, get back safe.”

Toji throws all the rubbish out, washes the dishes and dries them, double checks that the toilet seat is down, and he’s followed your recipe for beef stew to the letter — it’s cooking in the oven, and it looks fucking great. Even exfoliated in the shower like you’ve been asking him to, almost took off an entire layer of skin. He doesn’t want to admit he feels pretty fucking fresh. 

The door handle rattles. 

He sits up. And then stands. Walks over to the front door, arms crossing and then uncrossing. 

You’re here. 

“Hey, Toji—“

Your greeting is smothered in his chest as he threatens to suffocate you with the hardest bear hug in the whole world. And though he’d never hurt you, if you weren’t a sorcerer, you’d have been in big trouble. 

“Y’ hungry? Or y’ wanna shower first?”

His hands are all over you, lifting your chin to search your face for any scratches, even squishes your cheeks to be sure, and he’s patting you down for bruises or just to make sure all your limbs are intact. There’s a frown on his lips and it’s pretty darn cute. 

“Aw, Toji, baby. Did you miss me?”

“No.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re not a child, blah blah blah.”

Walking past him to take your shoes off, hang your coat and roll your suitcase to the side, you’re inhaling the air and moaning about the delicious food in the oven. Oh, God. You’ve been craving homemade food for so long now. You might actually die if you don’t eat. 

“Come here.” Your eyes dart to him, still standing by the doorway, fists clenching and unclenching. Toji looks furious. You look closer. No, he looks…embarrassed? “Said come here, ma.”

“Why?” You ask, head titling in curiosity and slight suspicion. 

He grunts. “What? I gotta spell it out for ya?”

Laughing, you tap your foot on the ground and retort back, “Yeah, you might because you need to have a good reason from keeping me from both a good shower and a warm meal.”

Toji rolls his eyes and stalks over to you, yanking you back to his chest so he can wrap his arms around you and keep you still. It’s much softer than before, but you feel the same sense of passion, something that verges on desperation.

It’s almost like…

No. 

It can’t be. 

Oh, but when you feel his face bury itself in your neck and you hear that long inhale, followed by a deep groan vibrating through his chest, you’re absolutely sure. 

Toji missed you. 

An overwhelming feeling of love fills you, so does a sense of victory, and you just hug him back, inhaling deeply too. He smells like home, like reluctant cuddles, pats on the ass, and early morning sex. You thought you’d have the most trouble in the two weeks, which turned into three, but as it turns out, he didn’t fare much better. 

Though he’d never admit it with his own mouth, his body betrays him.

Toji doesn’t let you get very far without a hand on you somehow, whether that’s a hand on your thigh as you eat dinner side by side, instead of across from each other, or you sitting on his lap as you watch the movie you want to watch. He even waits on the toilet lid as you shower, though that only lasts a couple minutes before he’s stripping and joining you. 

“Y’r not washing y’r hair right,” he tuts. 

Getting into bed is even worse because he’s practically lying on top of you the whole night, still sniffing your neck, and with his hands exploring your body. Not really in a sexual way, which is odd for him, but as if he just wants to feel you. He wants to feel your warmth, your softness, and reassure himself you’re home. 

Soon, he’s out cold and you mumble a goodnight against his forehead.

He wakes up feeling completely refreshed, like a newborn, stretching and grinning about getting ready with the day, and frowns when you’re still fast asleep. Part of him wants to make sure you’re getting your rest, but that part doesn’t win for very long and the much bigger part is shaking you awake.

“Come on, ma. Fucking bored here. Wake up, yeah? Let’s get some breakfast. Wanna talk to ya.” 

And when you do wake up, grumbling at how loud he’s being, he ignores the glares you’re giving and the swatting of his hands. Toji gives you a rare, wide, toothy smile and he says, 

“There’s my gorgeous girl. Good morning, baby.”

Yeah, this man totally missed you. 

[i8kaeya]

there was a moment in which you really thought nothing could happen to worsen it. life with arranged!gojo was truly perfect, and you couldn’t imagine anything but.

nights were spent either each other, skin to skin, shading the warmth. mornings came and he’d awake before you, pulling you closer to his chest as he nudged his nose against your ears. sometimes you’d grumble about it, other times you’d laugh softly. gojo wasn’t what you imagined he’d be like, but it’s nothing to complain about.

when he wasn’t busy, or if he made time, he’d take you out to the forest on horseback as he listened to you speak. other times he’d take you to different bakeries, asking which one you’d prefer. you could feel his anxious stare, hoping that you were enjoying your time. you’d always smile back and assure him you were.

it had been months sense everything had worked out, and truly you couldn’t be happier. though the rumors and gossip never stopped, you just stopped caring about them. after all, people could say all they wanted, but they could never be as happy as you were and that’s all that mattered.

on the days when he’s with his advisors and counselor members you’d go to the village or find something to do around the estate, but every night he’d find his way back to you and so you never worried.

except for now.

you were aware he had a longer meeting than usual today, but with your anxious pacing around your shared bedroom, fidgeting with your ring as your eyes never left the grandfather clock, about to strike one in the morning. this was strange.

you had tried going to sleep, but you awoke in only half an hour to see that your husband had still not returned, and this put you in an even worser headspace.

gojo had assured you that nothing was wrong, but there had been strange chatter around the estate walls this past week that you couldn’t shake off. maids sparing worried glances to you whenever you passed. it was common knowledge that they were the ones that knew the gossip first, but you so desperately wished to know it now.

it took nearly another hour of your frantic effort to stay awake when your bedroom door creaked open and gojo walked in.

you stood up anxiously from the corner of your bed, taking in his tired appearance. his white hair was messy, eyes sunken in. when he saw that you were awake his glare softened slightly.

“you’re not asleep?” he groggily asked as he began to take off his boots, his back rippling with muscles from under his tunic as you gnawed on your lips and he stood up.

“couldn’t,” you simply said, leaning into his outstretched arms as he pulled you into his chest, planting a longing kiss to the side of your head. one of his hands pressed tightly against your back, not moving.

there was a moment of silence, one heavy and unknown as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat.

“is everything alright?” your voice was muffled, but still audible, as you finally asked the question that was searing into your head.

there was another beat of silence, but this one was uncomfortable. gojo hadn’t let go of you yet.

“yes,” he finally said, but you had heard better lies from your sisters after they ate your pastures and said they didn’t than this.

your brows furrowed as you looked up to him.

“what took so long?” you pressed, pulling away slightly as his lips formed into a thin line, and he dragged a hand down his face.

“just…state affairs,” he turned away from you, against eye contact as he ran another hand through his hair.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest. you thought that he had at least begun to trust you enough not to lie this blatantly.

“have ogres come back from extinction?” you tried to tease, but your voice was flat and you couldn’t hide the curiosity and hurt behind it. gojo didn’t laugh, which hurt even more. you leaned back on one of the pillars of your bed and watched as he stood with his back to you , contemplating something in utter silence.

how you loathed silence.

“what’s wrong?” you ask again, your tone heavy.

your brows furrowed even more, arms tighter around your middle as he heaved a heavy breath, and when he finally tuned you wished he would’ve just stayed hidden from you. because there were spots of red in the whites of his shimmering eyes, and that was more fearful than the quite.

you tilt your head, not knowing what to do, and see his breath in shakily. the only time you had seen him cry was that night he confessed to you in the field. never again. not until now.

you take a tentative step forward, eyes searching his but he can’t bare to look at you.

“there’s been some conflict with the south for a while,” gojo finally says, though it seems like speaking is physically hurting him, “and tensions only worsened when my father stepped down.”

you nod, knowing all of this. after all, you might’ve been kept in the shadows in your old life, but you weren’t daft. you tried to keep up with the relations of the state as much as possible.

“before i married you…i,” he squeezed his eyes shut, breathing deeply, “my father had made a agreement for me to marry the southern princess to mend our relationship,”

this you knew too. but you’re hoping that all your knowledge was just trivia and nothing that was serious.

you knew of the women gojo had lined up, but in his favor and not. the southern princess being one of them.

“so?” you shake your head in confusion, stomach churning, “you’re married to me now.” you say the obvious, but you see the way he smiles softly at that, nodding.

“it worked out for us but the south wasn’t fond of…this,” you watch as he twirls his ring around, “they’ve been holding off on trade with the north and anybody who’s pledged alliance to us.” gojo jams his palms into a his eyes. for a moment he doesn’t look like the ruler he is or the warrior he’s always been but a scared boy who doesn’t know what to do.

you take another step forward, leaning into him as he deflates into you, one hand protectively going around your shoulders and the other around your waist.

“we’ll figure this out,” you say as confidently as you can, “we’ll ask for a smaller cut of their exports than usual….or offer another northerner of higher ranking northern men for their princess,” you offer, looking up at him only to see his eyes wavering, the tip of his nose pink.

he swallows thickly.

“we did,” he mutters, “we did all of those things. all of those things and more. but…”

he trails off and you shake your head, eyes wide.

“but what?” you press and he rubs at his eyes, at his stray tears.

he goes to open his kith but he can’t. you’ve never seen him like this. you feel tears coming but you don’t know why.

“the southern king, he,” your husbands voice cracks, and you pull away in shock, in fear, in terror as he tries to control a sob. the most feared man of all the land fighting down a sob, and all you could do was watch in fear.

“he’s promised war if we don’t abide by his terms.”

your own tears have stung at your eyes, maybe because your terrified of the response, making because a part of you knew that something good like this could only last for so long.

“and,” your lips tremble and how gojo longs to kiss it away, if only his hands weren’t shaking and heart pounding, “and what are his terms?”

a sad, sad look takes over his face, one that looks like a knife has been dug into his stomach and has begun to twist. he opens his kith once, twice, and fails. he can’t speak. he can’t say the wretched words out loud.

“that,” a tear streaks down his cheek, hanging on his chin, “that i uphold by the initial promise. that i marry his daughter. that i separate from…” he blinks slowly, his mouth closing and then opening, a little gasp of horror leaving your own lips as you piece together his final words,

“that i separate from you.”

[i8kaeya]

which jjk man do u think has a breeding k!nk? 🤪🤪

nanami. you'd be married (huge diamond on your finger) pregnant, and living as a spoiled stay-at-home wife/ mom within a year lmaoo. every time you pop back up at jujutsu tech to visit, gojo will raise a brow and mentally ask himself wait, didn't she have a baby just last year? she's pregnant again? and then look over at nanami, who's just sipping his coffee and avoiding eye contact bc now everyone knows that he simply just can't keep his hands off of you.

a close second is toji.

[i8kaeya]

gojo's child hearing someone in the living room in the middle of the night on christmas eve so they go excitedly investigate, ready to finally catch a glimpse of santa claus, only to find gojo hunched over the plate of cookies left for santa and devoring them like the sugar-obsessed freak he is. gojo slowly turns around, and he looks absolutely ridiculous with his eyes wide with panic, his mouth full, and cookie crumbs all over his face. his child just silently stares at him in disbelief, then rolls their eyes, turns around, and walks in the direction of you and gojo's bedroom.

"pfft, knew santa wasn't real," the kid scoffs.

gojo tries to play it off and straighten himself up. "hey, come on, he's totally real! i was just— these cookies were here and— ugh, forget it. not like you're gonna believe me anyway." gojo notices that his child wasn't going to their room and clears his throat. "um, where are you going?"

"telling mama that you ate those cookies."

"no, anything but that!"

[i8kaeya]

I can't pay this month's rent prank on my boyfriend!sukuna

You leaned against the kitchen counter, casually scrolling through your phone while Sukuna towered by the stove, shirtless as usual, making breakfast. His broad shoulders and tattooed arms flexed with every movement, the sheer size of him making the spacious kitchen feel small.

You smirked, the mischievous idea popping into your head. It was time to mess with him.

“Hey, babe?” you started, trying to sound unsure.

“Hm?” he grunted, not looking up from the pan as he flipped the eggs with precision.

“So... I can’t pay my share of the rent this month. I’m really sorry,” you said, putting on your best apologetic voice.

The spatula stopped mid-air. Slowly, he turned to face you, his crimson eyes narrowing. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I just... don’t have enough this month,” you said with a dramatic sigh. “Things are tight, you know?”

Sukuna’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief, and then he straightened to his full, intimidating height. The sight of him—looking thoroughly offended—would’ve had anyone else running for cover.

“Tight?” he repeated, his deep voice dripping with incredulity. “What the hell do you mean ‘tight’? Since when have you ever paid rent?!”

You bite the inside of your cheek, struggling to keep a straight face. “Well, I thought maybe I should start contributing, but—”

“Contributing?!” he barked. He threw the spatula down with a clatter, crossing the room in two long strides to stand right in front of you.

You looked up at him, blinking innocently, while he glared down at you, his massive frame practically eclipsing the light. “Let me get this straight,” he said, his tone sharp. “You think you need to contribute? To my building? The one I OWN?”

You shrugged, barely containing your laughter. “Well, yeah...”

“Y/N,” he growled, his jaw clenching. “You’ve never paid for a single thing in your life. Not rent, not groceries, not even the goddamn Netflix subscription. What’s next? You’re gonna tell me you’re struggling to pay the water bill?”

You blinked again. “How much is water?”

“Oh my god,” he groaned, running a hand through his pink hair like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You wouldn’t last two seconds paying bills. Why the hell would you even say something like this?”

“I just feel bad sometimes, you know?” you said, tilting her head to look up at him.

His expression softened for half a second before he snapped, “You feel bad?! Woman, do I look like I need your rent money?!” He pointed to himself. “Do I?!”

You shook her head, her lips twitching.

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered. He placed his hands on either side of the counter, trapping you between his arms. “Are you in trouble? Huh? Do you need money? Tell me right now, or so help me—”

“I’m not in trouble!” you laughed, unable to hold it in anymore. “It’s a prank!”

Sukuna froze. “What?”

You were laughing so hard you could barely get the words out. “It’s a prank, babe. I was messing with you!”

The room went silent except for the sound of your giggles. Sukuna just stared at you, blinking slowly, his face unreadable. Then he took a step back and ran his hands over his face with a groan. “Unbelievable. I just had a damn heart attack, and for what? For a prank?!”

“I’m sorry!” you said, still laughing.

“You’re lucky I don’t throw you out the window,” he grumbled, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting back a smile. “You’re driving me insane, woman.”

Before you could respond, he leaned down and grabbed your face, pulling you into a searing kiss that left you breathless. His lips were rough, his grip firm, and the sheer intensity of it made your toes curl. When he finally pulled back, you were left staring up at him, dazed.

“For the record,” he muttered, his forehead resting against yours, “you’re never paying for a damn thing. Got it?”

“Got it,” you whispered, your cheeks flushed.

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Later that day, you posted a short clip of their interaction online, the internet exploded to say the least.

“NOT HIM BEING OFFENDED THAT SHE EVEN MENTIONED RENT.”

“That kiss at the end??? Ma’am, are you alive?”

“He looks like he eats nails for breakfast but acts like her stress is the enemy. I need this.”

“WHO LET THIS MAN BE SO BIG AND SO SWEET AT THE SAME TIME???”

“He looks like he could throw her and the fridge out of the house, but instead he kisses her like he’ll die without her???”

“No, but the way he said, ‘Do I look like I need your rent money?’ with his whole chest? That’s a MAN.”

“He’s got big ‘pays the bills without letting you lift a finger’ energy. And I mean ALL the bills.”

“This man is built like a WWE champion, but the only thing he’s body-slamming is the stress in her life.”

“He’s definitely rich-rich. Like, ‘owns the whole building and forgot about it’ rich.”

“Imagine pranking the kind of man who doesn’t even look at the price when he buys stuff. Brave.”

“He looks like he’ll fight anyone who even breathes wrong around you. Please prank him again; we need more content.”

It didn’t stop there. People started creating memes:

A still of Sukuna glaring down at Y/N with the caption: “When she says she can’t pay rent, but you literally own the entire block.”

Another image of him pointing to himself, yelling, “DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED YOUR RENT MONEY?” paired with, “Me when my broke friends try to Venmo me for $2.”

[i8kaeya]

im so single please i need a girlfriend

[i8kaeya]

When I see other wlw reblog my posts and talk about their partners in the tags

[i8kaeya]

cannot stop thinking of sevika and just how fucking strong she is. she could easily pick up a big girl and bounce you on her strap. the metal arm would wrapped around your waist, digging into you so she has it covered by the fabric of her lil capelet, while her human hand is between holding on to your ass, spreading you apart so that you drip down the thick dark purple strap, pushing and pulling as she bounces you so that you get friction on your swollen, needy lil clit. she'd be so fucking mean about it too.

"that's it, fucking bounce on it pretty girl"

"you like it when I hold you up like this? like how I can do whatever I want to you? pretty fucking slut"

but you both know the second she starts to cum she's pressing your back into a wall, both hands under your thighs so she can fuck into you with the added security that she's not gonna fall the second her knees start to give out because you're just so fucking pretty falling apart on her cock like this. she'll be whining and squeezing at you, leaving bruises on your thighs, completely under your spell because she's so fucking enraptured by you.

ohhhhhh man I can't stop thinking about her I'm gonna scream.

[i8kaeya]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[i8kaeya]

[i8kaeya]

sevika, who dedicates herself to fucking each and every insecurity out if you like it's her job (bc it is).

a/n: i have a poll asking about who y'all wanted the next fic to be centered on, but i got horny and impatient so here we are! *drumroll please* introducinggggggg SEVIKA (my knees buckled while writing this)

"'vika, do you think i should lose weight?"

"...what?"

"you heard me. my thighs have been looking bigger lately"

sevika's arm tightened around your waist instinctively, her lips pressing subtle kisses onto the top of your head. out of all things she was expecting to hear from you: some snarky comment about the show you both were pretending to watch, asking when the takeout was finally arriving, nothing could've prepared her for...that. it tugged at her heart strings more than she'd like to admit.

"yeah, and it's sexy as fuck. so?" sevika was a lot of things, but a liar has never been one of them. she prided herself on her ability to speak her mind freely, even in situations where it wasn't at all appropriate. she scooped you on top of her, cradling you with ease as she ran her metal fingers up and down the expanse of your legs, taking in every stretch mark and entranced by the way it slightly jiggled beneath her touch. "you're at a perfectly healthy weight, dumbass. and you already work out. you just enjoy my cooking." her voice had no real venom behind it, but it was laced with a sternness that implied there was nothing left to talk about. you looked gorgeous, that's it, moving on.

you mumbled something under your breath that she couldn't quite place, so she gripped your chin to face her. "what was that?"

"'s nothing important." you gave your body one last glance of disappointment before turning your attention back to the screen, clearly not believing her sweet sentiments.

well, that's alright. she's always preferred actions over words anyways.

"vi-vika! too deep, it hurts mama- please!" you feebly attempted to slow down her pace by pushing back on her stomach, but your fingers only slightly grazed her navel before she had your wrist pinned behind your back. "nuh uh, none of that. where's sevika's good girl, hmmm?" her dick was lodged inside of you, so deep that you swore on everything you loved you could feel her in the back of your throat. her thrusts were harsh, unforgiving, impatient.

she deepened your arch even further than you thought was possible, effectively stretching you out. "you were a hot mess when i first met you. wasn't sleeping, wasn't eating." the coil in your tummy wound even tighter, your breath coming out in sparse gasps. "why do you think i make my food so good huh? like seeing my woman with some meat on her damn bones."

you took every inch of her mindlessly, your head so far gone in space that you completely forgot about...whatever started this. your pad thai was cold and unnoticed, you didn't even have the chance to take it out of the bag before sevika jumped you and pinned you to the sofa.

"sevi! gonna cum-gonna c-cum". your mouth was formed into the prettiest little "o" shape as she continued to punch moan after moan from your throat. you had completely surrendered your body to her will, and she was taking advantage in every way possible.

"oh."

and with that, her thrusts slowed to a complete stop, her hips stilling while still oh so deep inside of you. you took a moment to finally catch your breath before slightly turning her head in her direction, confusion scribbled all over your features. "w-what happened? why'd you stop?"

"brats don't get to cum." she said a matter of factly. she leaned over you to retrieve her blunt from the ashtray on the side table, taking a deep hit. she blew the smoke out through her nose as her eyes raked over your body, admiring every inch of you in such a lewd state. her girl, the prettiest work of art in the whole fucking world. if only you weren't so stubborn. your eyes darted between the blunt and her face, clearly expecting her to share. "they don't get to smoke either. can't give you too many privileges baby. you already walk all over me enough as is."

the tears that were previously welling up beneath your eyelids began to flow freely as you sobbed, the occasional sniffle finding it's way to the surface. "i was a good girl sevi, i swear! didn't do anything wro-" you were cut off by a sharp tug at your hair, your neck being cranked to meet her face. she whispered in your ear crudely: "no one talks bad about my girl, yeah? not even herself."

[i8kaeya]

★ just thinking about dad!sukuna painting his daughter’s nails

contents ★ dad!sukuna x fem!reader, fluff, established relationship (they have a daughter) author’s message: this is my first time writing for sukuna so i’m not sure if this is good or not but i hope you enjoy it still, lmk if i should add sukuna to the list of characters i write for or not

you wouldn’t think that sukuna has the patience to paint his daughter’s nails; but he does actually, surprisingly enough. he has never been one to be interested in indulging himself in something as mundane as this.

she’s the one who requested her beloved dad to personally paint her little nails for her, insisting that she wants to match his own because she finds them really cool.

so sukuna is left with no choice but to oblige. after all, he can never say no to his little princess.

you observe them from across the room, and you think to yourself that you have probably never seen your husband so focused on something as much as he is now, he’s so serious about it that he’s determined to get it perfectly done. he carefully takes the nail polish and applies a layer on her nails.

“sit still and don’t move around or else your nails will be ruined, mini brat.” sukuna warns gently yet firmly. she nods obediently and stops fidgeting as he proceeds to apply another layer of black nail polish on his little one’s nails. he even decides to take things an extra step and draws lines similar to his on her wrists and arms using black paint. you giggle at the sight of your husband and your daughter, looking all wholesome and precious. who would’ve thought that the king of curses would be this sweet towards anyone. but you, his wife and his little princess have always been the only exceptions, the only ones he has a weak spot for. his sweet and soft side is reserved just for the two most important girls in his life.

once he’s done she immediately beams in excitement because she’s now matching with her beloved dad. she kisses him before she quickly runs over to you, excitedly showing off her hands and forearms.

“mommy look! i’m matching with daddy!” she tells you enthusiastically. you glance over at your husband and your eyes meet as you smile fondly at him. “surely daddy did a great job, you look just as cool as him now.”

“foolish woman, you know i’m good at everything. this was a piece of cake to me.” sukuna smirks proudly before he sneaks behind you and gives you a back hug, his muscled arms wrap themselves around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. your hands gently squeeze his forearms as the two of you continue watching your precious daughter together while you’re in your husband’s arms.

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[i8kaeya]

i love reader. idc if she’s a bimbo or a crybaby or a little unhinged. good for her tbh. i love her in all shapes and forms. she is barbie. she is a doctor and a student and a barista and she can take five dicks at the same time. what a beautiful world we live in.

[i8kaeya]

sevika.... sevika save me

[i8kaeya]

Do The Jerk .ᐟ

ʚɞ: levi, eren, armin, jean, porco

note: you ask them if they’ve ever masturbated to the thought of you !

warnings: sexual, cursing, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

[i8kaeya]

the woman who holds the moon

prints available here. my cover for this month's issue of baffling magazine.