#it's the fking way i got so carried away with writing this??

[agonizedembrace]

' is that a ... baby ? ' he blinks , unsure if his eyes are deceiving him , but judging by the way she holds the child , it seems to be the case . where did it come from ? — or perhaps a better question : how is it still alive ? ' where did you — ' it cries at the sudden uptick in his volume , and he hushs at once , whispering to her as he comes closer , ' where did you find them ? ' were there others just like it ? he suddenly worries that they've stumbled upon a moon that the company would not like them to have found .

evelynn is generally not a fan of children of any variety ; whether that'd be of a human or another creature on the planets she visits for the company, she typically does not care. yet when this ... fellow waddles at her, with the most adorable whine in its tone, the woman feels more than compelled to pick him up.

it is cute , she tells herself. this alone takes her by surprise : there is very little that evelynn finds cute.

one arm cradles what she deems ' the baby ', the other prodding at its mouth gently with a soft coo escaping her lips. she appears like a mother with their child, softly soothing them from whatever horrors they may have seen.

unsure of how much time passes, she deems that she at least has to find something for the company. yet she cannot compel herself to leave this child behind ... so along it comes, cradled in her arms as she trudges through the mines. it isn't until another voice hits her ears, or rather -- the child starts crying again does she realize that she's not alone.

" shh, it's okay dear. " evelynn thinks if she stopped long enough to realize how ridiculous she looked, she'd likely hate herself. so she does her best not to dwell upon it, instead consoling the now calm child as the speaker approaches. blinking away the surprise as yone questions the very being in her arms, she shrugs it off.

" it just ... came to me? " she speaks honestly, finding that he of all employees is likely the one to understand her best. her gaze shifts from him and back to the baby in her arms, whose own gaze sparkles as it stares back up at her. " it was crying ... like searching for it's mother -- so i picked it up. and well -- here we are. "

[mythvoiced]

Lena! Lena!! here’s a few questions to think about while falling asleep: which muse is the most likely to go forward in time and why? (can’t go back, just forward!) which muse is the healthiest? (think….plain oatmeal for breakfast level of healthy) which muse is the most afraid of spiders? (anyone who can’t even watch harry pottery bc of the spiders?) which muse is the most afraid of death vs least afraid of death? (reincarnation doesn’t count. i mean DEATH death. the kind you don’t come back from) and finally, which muse cried while watching Encanto?

@voxvulgi | staring at my ceiling, thinking about YOU while falling asleep, dammit 🥺

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You take my heart out of my chest and ANNIHILATE IT, take my LOVE, DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMIT

-. Which muse is the most likely to go forward in time and why? This is such a tricky question I love IT SO FKING MUCH, it's so good, I have so many muses who are so afraid of the future for whatever reason, others who would like to experience it naturally as it approaches, not wanting to miss out on anything, good or bad as it may be. Others barely tolerate the present, to jump into one they know nothing of... but then again, maybe there is liberation in jumping forward and skipping out on difficult decisions you might have had to make along the way, the easy way out of having deal with future loss. I think Karube probably would do this. But to pick an original character, Doe might. I can't say for sure if he's the most likely, but the one that sticks out as very likely. Doe is very much that person, who can't bear the present or bear the responsibilities and connections he himself chose to carry and build. He can't stomach existing in the presence and would jump forward in time far enough to a point where existence for him might not even be an option anymore. A point in time where he could only fade away in the background without a chance or motivation to survive.

-. Which muse is the healthiest? SEOK-JU, BABY!!! Seok-ju might have some pretty tough mental health situations to deal with, but honestly? He handles them the best out of just about anyone featured here and this includes self-care. They don't skip meals and they eat healthy meals, keep hydrated, and all that. Considering what he has to deal with, he's got a pretty good grip on life. Sometimes it slips out of his grasp, yes ma'am, but they've got it.

-. Which muse is the most afraid of spiders? I LOVE YOUR EXPLANATIONS IN PARENTHESIS, LET ME BUY YOU FLOWERS-- Ahem, I do have a muse who really doesn't like fast moving small things, but I can't for the life of me remember who that is lmao. I think I'll give this one to... welp, to be honest with ya, I am not afraid of spiders, I LOVE spiders, even those who are the size of my head, those Australian ones who just vibe in houses and are hairy and super fast, I'd never fuck with them or live with them because the thought of waking up with one under my pillow or in the toilet is kind of gross more than anything, so I think I... just... passed that onto all my muses. I've got muses with paranormal ties or who deal with scary shit or just don't care, so... I think, that everyone I write could watch H. and R. hang out in that forest, but Prince and Yeonghon, while not afraid, would straight up murk one if they saw it (dance outta line).

-. Which muse is the most afraid of death vs least afraid of death? I feel called out on my reincarnation nonsense for Pat-- ;;;;; LKFHFKLHGFLKJ Yihwa is the most afraid of death, it's a pretty vital part of her characterisation, it's basically the backbone of her developmental journey (that has yet to see an end, it's so seXY here~ I love writing~), so this one goes to her. I have to exclude characters who are, just, convinced they'll never die (Nathaniel, lmao) so they don't even entertain this topic enough for me to have a place to smack them onto this spectrum. And I guess, least afraid could be Fabian. They kind of... feel very welcoming of death, the notion of there being an end is for them more one of 'final rest' than something to be afraid of. I'm kithing their forehead. Or Zagreus, because he can't stay dead, lmao

-. And finally, which muse cried while watching Encanto? I fucking cried while watching Encanto. I was choking on my tears to not get caught but BY GOD, that bastard gets it, Surface Pressure and What Else Can I Do? That's the EDS (Eldest Daughter Syndrome) RIGHT THER- But THAT ASIDE, perhaps Seok-ju because he does enjoy crying at Disney films. Kaeden, same deal. Taejoo might cry because dysfunctional family dynamics are, welp, been there done that. I guess Taejoo would cry, not for the resolution, but for knowledge that real life doesn't work the way Encanto does. It's a Disney, it's a cartoon, it's a time-limited story, but real life dysfunctional families don't get repaired that easily, real life abuela's can't be convinced like that, speeches don't work in real life. That would make him cry. IT MADE ME CRY.

[mulberrysilk]

Hello, Nette! I sent that Getou thirst last time 😅 and I love it so fking much so uhmm I hope you don't mind me sending another one? Idk but I'm really into corruption kink rn? I don't know how you feel about breeding or pregnancy tho. I hope this is okay?

Cousin!Toji corrupting Naobito's only daughter and kidnapping her? How dare her, a woman, inherit the Ten Shadows Technique when he's born without a cursed energy? If he can't be clan head perhaps their son can if he inherits that precious technique from his mom. 🥲 Thank you!

pureblood

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader ( ft. Naoya Zenin)

cw: sorta plot heavy, smut, incest, corruption, dubcon, noncon, Naoya-nii, Cousin Toji, manipulation, cunnilingus, loss of virginity, Naoya being a misogynist, implied breeding kink

a/n: Okay the ages of the characters isn’t like the canon ages? Toji is in his early 30s while Naoya is 27, , and Gojo is 28 . And omgg I got carried away. I’m sorry bout that aHaha I took this as a chance to make it very very dramatic like Game of Thrones lmao hope u like it anon 👀 first time writing for Toji!!! And Naoya 😳 REEEEE ( I don’t mind at all that you sent another thirst! Hehe don’t be shy haha)

!! D A R K C O N T E N T A H E A D !!

!! M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T !!

How? It wasn’t fair.

His hands were clenched in fists, nails digging into his palms as he stared. The sight before him made his chest tighten and his stomach churn. Beneath the fading cherry blossom trees in the open courtyard of the estate, the fragile person who was blessed and robbed him of the Ten Shadows Technique that instantly made you rise above other Zenin family members, was given what he couldn’t have.

How was it, a pretty, innocent thing like you, who can’t even hurt a fly and hold a sword be blessed with the Clans honoured technique? He wanted to laugh at how you viewed your cursed shadows like mere domestic pets when they could’ve been of much more great use to him. It made his blood boil. You had the one thing that kept him from being clan leader. Cursed energy.

“Little sister!” The youngest of Naobito’s sons hollered, hugging you from behind tightly as you stood by the sparring ground where your other two older brothers busied themselves. “You have to learn how to fight too.” He spoke, voice above the clashing of swords.

“Naoya!” You squeaked, surprised at your brother’s presence.

Brat. Toji muttered to himself, glaring at the young man. Another heir treasured by Naobito.

“Dear sister needs to learn how to protect herself when I’m not around,” he chuckled, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his closeness with you making Toji raise a brow. “I don’t know why father treats you like glass, keeping you so sheltered. Not that it really matters,” Naoya nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume while you didn’t think much of his brotherly affection. “Your dear older brother will always protect you.”

“How will I ever learn if you spoil me like that,” you giggled, a warm smile on your face, oblivious to the undertone of your protective siblings words.

“Why are you dressed in your best kimono?” He asked, still resting on you with his arms around your fragile body watching his brothers spar.

“We are receiving some important guests,” you answered, glancing down at your belt to make sure it was still in its proper placement. “The Gojo clan is coming to visit at Father’s request. Why? I don’t know.”

Toji leaned against the wooden column of the hallway, the servants stealing glances at the ruggedly handsome man as they passed, noticing the way he looked out into the courtyard with a solemn expression on his face, unaware of the wicked thoughts running through his brain.

Naobito asked the Gojo clan here for one thing and the idea made him scoff. It was exactly something he’d expect the old man to pull. His daughter, blessed with the clans technique, to be the bargaining chip and glue to the union of the Zenin and Gojo clan. The two clans have always butted heads for hundreds of years, and if the Gojo clan accepts, it would be some historical event for the books.

Toji smirked when he saw the dark look on Naoya’s face when it dawned on him what the Gojo clan’s visitation meant. He wasn’t blind to the way your brother fawned over you and was highly over protective. He knew how much bloodline meant to Naoya…and if he intended to keep it pure, maybe his obsession with his pretty sister was also a dangerous immoral crush.

Cant blame him, Toji shrugged, drinking in the way the fine robes hung on your frame, hiding the curves of your body. Like Naoya, he was only ever after the fact you inherited the Ten Shadows technique, your pretty face and tempting body was just a plus.

The rose coloured tranquility that radiated from the scene disappeared the moment a servant informed them to gather in the main hall and announced the arrival of their guests. You and your brothers were quick to respond to the call. You walked ahead of them, rushing a little as punctuality meant a lot to your father and yet you paused when you noticed his presence.

“Toji…” you said his name sweetly, like a sigh of relief. “Why do you linger in the shadows?” You smiled softly at him.

“A habit, I’m afraid,” he responded, standing to full height, taking note of how easily he towered over you.

“Well this is our home, you shouldn’t worry about anything dangerous here,”

Oh, if only you knew that you were surrounded by wolves.

“Mhm,” Toji only hummed, following you three steps behind as he too made his way to the main hall to catch a glimpse of the man that would be your betrothed.

Your brothers were practically murdering the young white haired man sat across from you with their eyes. The man with the six eyes, not adorning the blindfold he usually wore, had arrived uninterested with his elder but the moment his eyes landed on your form, sat beside your father, hands folded neatly on your lap, he was intrigued.

While an elder from their clan spoke with Naobito, Gojo Satoru would smirk your way, winking at you to make your pure little heart flutter in your chest and heat rise in your cheeks. This did not go unnoticed by your older brother who scowled as he looked at him. Toji remained silent, spectating from the shadows, a position all too familiar to him.

“Is there anything you’d like to ask Satoru, young one?” The elderly man beside Gojo spoke, silver hair cascading down his back.

“Are you really as strong as everyone says?” You asked, lifting your gaze to meet his enchanting cerulean orbs that glowed like starlight.

Gojo laughed heartily at your question, head thrown back and a wide boyish smile adorned his handsome face. You felt your cheeks warm at his laughter finding it made your heart flutter but fear crept up your spine as his laughter might be taken wrong by your father and brothers, taking you for a fool.

But…Gojo, when he composed himself, grinned. It was full of undoubted confidence that struck you with awe but enraged your relatives. What he said next was the cherry on top of their annoyance.

“I’m the strongest.”

Naobito only smirked and took a swig of his drink, not that he liked the guy, the confidence was arrogance at its finest but having you linked with him would be of great use to him and the opposing clan. To make way to the strongest Jujutsu Heirs that would undoubtedly inherit either yours or Satoru’s gifts. And it it was both? Well, isn’t that every sorcerer’s dream?

Either way, if the Gojo clan rejects, they could easily give you to marry the heir of the Kamo clan.

“She’s of age, yes?” The elder asked your father and he simply nodded. “Young and beautiful…how perfect. The clan accepts.”

“Woah, let me take her out on a date first!” Gojo joked, for your entertainment. Your smile that fought back to laugh audibly only stroked his ego, amused at how pristine you were.

“Y/N, why don’t you show Satoru the gardens,” Naobito cued, clearly wanting the two of you to get along and to have the discussion of what name the heirs will take, Zen’in or Gojo. The old man gave a knowing look to where Toji stood, arms crossed inside his yukata sleeves. He nodded at his uncle and patiently waited a couple of minutes before slipping away to keep an eye on you and that frivolous man.

And unfortunately, you were easily swayed by the silver haired sorcerer, his good looks, sense of humour and his confidence, wooing you into a false sense of security. Poor thing, Toji sighed watching as you excused yourself at the end of the night to retreat to your room, a sweet smile on your face as you reminisced of the moments you had spent with Gojo Satoru. The heated discussion between Naobito and his sons were muffled background noise, his eyes were entirely focused on you and he offered to walk you back to your room, which you accepted with no hesitation.

The stroll was comfortable, all though mostly silent, but that was because you trusted your dear cousin. Unlike the rest of the clan, you were kind hearted, something your father found to be a defect but it was admired of you by the rest of household. You were a lamb born into a family of wolves. You should’ve been more careful, more tact, smart instead of being a doe eyed, naive little girl.

Which was something that worked in his favour.

“Did the Gojo clan mean it when they accepted? Father didn’t tell me if they did…I had no idea he was matching me with suitors from other clans,” you broke the silence, the sounds of grasshoppers in the garden in the open corridors provided a tranquil aura.

“Satoru isn’t a man whose easily tied down,” he grunted bluntly, knowing it’d pierce and maybe break your perception of the man. But he knew even a man like Satoru would be intrigued by you and what you brought to the table. “Only a fool will turn down a chance of marriage with a woman like you.”

“Toji-san,” you murmured, soft warm eyes gazing up at him with innocence and trust. “I think I’ll be more useful as a wife than a Jujutsu Sorcerer…like Naoya said, I’m not that good at combat.”

“Your purpose is to bear a powerful heir and if you marry someone like Gojo or the heir to the Kamo clan, the chances of the child bearing the respective families technique is higher. It’s a prospect that neither clans can lie about that intrigues them.”

His words were straightforward as always, not sugar coating any thoughts to you. Your brows had furrowed and and an almost disheartened expression was on your face.

“I’m not cattle that one sells to be bred, cousin,” you murmured. “Naoya-nii said that being an obedient wife and a mother to children is the greatest role a woman could ever receive…it doesn’t sound as crude as you put it.”

Toji smirked, holding back a scoff. “But the actions of making children is crude, little one.”

Heat warmed your cheeks and you kept your gaze forward. Your chest felt tight with uncertainty but you pushed it down, thinking it was nothing and when you stood at your door, a part of you felt hurried to excuse yourself from your cousin.

“Goodnight, Toji,” you curtly nodded, standing on your tip toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, something you’ve always done with your brothers, unaware of how it churned and twisted Toji’s jealousy of how blessed you were.

You kept your smile on your face as you stepped back, fingers in the indents of the sliding doors latch and opening it a little for you to quickly disappear into. You didn’t know why your heart was racing in your chest as he remained stood there, not having left yet, waiting for you to get in.

“Toji, what are you doing here?” The sound of your older brother’s voice was god sent in that very moment and you took it as a chance to slip inside, shutting the door behind you, finally able to exhale and take deep breath.

“Walked your sister back to her room,” he simply replied, smirk ever present on his face. “Just had a little talk with her.”

Naoya didn’t question it and just shrugged before following you into your room, Toji taking note of how the latch locked. What was so important your older brother had to lock the door? He lingered, knowing about the little crack in your wall that he found provided a view into the your room, a world that seemed so peaceful and in that darkness he could make out your brothers frame standing before you as you sat on the foot of the bed, gazing up at him and listening to what he was saying.

Toji was going to leave out of boredom weren’t it not for how Naoya caged you in his hold, your back firmly pressed against his body as he whispered in your ear, a heated argument between the two of you no doubt.

“Nii-chan,” you calmly whispered, struggling against his hold, finding the way his hot breath was against your neck inappropriate. “Let go of me.”

“They can’t take you away from me. I won’t let them,” he growled, holding you tighter. “You love your nii-chan more than anything in the world right?”

“Of course I love you,” you reassured him, his embrace loosening a little, his face still nuzzled into your neck.

“You’re my precious little sister blessed with the technique of our ancestors. You and I,” he laced his fingers with yours. “We belong together. It’s up to us to keep our bloodline pure. With us, it’ll be stronger than before.”

“But you’re my brother,” your brows furrowed, confused as he gently turned the both of you towards the mirror, your reflections proving to him how you were made for him.

“And you’ll do anything for me cause that’s how much you love me,” he concluded, smiling at you softly in the mirror, his hands on your shoulders pushing down the sleeves of your kimono to expose your slender shoulders and collarbones. He inhaled a deep breath, your sweet scent making him throb in his hakama.

“Nii-chan,” your lips trembled, his warm fingers skimming along your collarbone and then along your jaw. “Don’t do that…f-feels weird.” You squeaked when his hands groped your breasts through the fine fabric.

“It’s okay, it’s just me,” he cooed, licking a stripe along your neck before he kissed and sucked on the sensitive skin. “I would never ever hurt you.”

“Naoya-nii, l-let go,” your voice shook, the way his rough hands squeezed the flesh of your breasts and his index finger and his thumb pinching your nipples through the fabric making your lower belly taut with heat, a grin formed on his face when he felt them pebble with his touch.

“Let nii-chan have his fun, Y/N,” he pouted, rubbing his hardened cock against your rear, eliciting a gasp from you. “Okay?”

You couldn’t say no. He was your older brother and…he loved you. Naoya wasn’t liked by anyone both in and out of the family but you looked up to him, his strength and how far he went to protect you goes unnoticed or ignored. Something only you could see.

You slowly nodded, remembering the first time he taught you how to kiss, telling you that it was okay since it was him, your nii-chan, and that only he and you could love each other like this.Knowing that he harboured hatred so easily to anyone who opposes him and his beliefs, you felt happy to be a person he loved.

He lead you back to your bed, lying you on your back as he undos the belt round your waist that held your kimono together, his eyes drinking in every inch of your skin that he revealed when he peeled the fabric off of your body. Your thighs squeezed close, embarrassed to be this bare before his eyes, an odd throb growing in your intimate area. He opened your kimono like he was unwrapping a gift, opting to keep it loosely hanging off your body, the dishevelled state you were in like a intricate work of art.

Naoya scoffed when your arms crossed your chest, shielding your breasts from him.There was no need for that now but still, he kept his resolve and remained as gentle as he always have been for his darling sister. Even as he began to touch you in places that were forbidden for him, the way you looked at him, with such admiration and trust stroked his pride.

He wasn’t going to go all the way tonight, not yet. He had all the time in the world til you’re wedding. He had planned to put his brat inside of you at the right time so that no one would expect that it was him. For now, he settled with his head between your thighs, suckling and fucking his tongue into your sweet virgin cunt, living for the way you trembled and muffled your moans.

Toji hummed, his assumptions about Naoya proven right. His cock was straining against his hakama, the sight of your legs hanging off your brother’s shoulders and the way your body arched whenever he found your sweet spot, made the idea of splitting you with his thick cock even more appealing. Naoya had the same objective as he did, and he’ll be damned if the spoiled brat got to you first.

On a warm spring day, Toji invited you to accompany him to an errand, and wanting a change of scenery from the clan estate you easily accepted and followed, unaware of where exactly Toji was taking you and falling asleep on the car ride there.

It was almost too perfect. Too easy.

The errand became an overnight stay in an apartment. He told you it’d take awhile and you didn’t think much of it, liking the new change the loft provided but then one night turned to two, then three and that night when he returned, you had asked him.

“When are we going back home?” You were sitting on the bed, comforter across your legs and wearing a robe that he gave you since your clothes were in the laundry, unprepared for the prolonged stay.

“Home?” Toji raised a brow, locking the door behind him, the click of the bolt closing colliding with the latch making your heart race in your chest for the first time during this trip. “We’re not going home yet.”

“Oh? It’s just…I’m never really away from the house this long,” you glanced down at your fingers. “And I haven’t been out in awhile…not that the apartment isn’t nice.”

“Well it’s too late to go out now,” Toji chuckled, removing his shirt as he made his way to the bed that you two shared. Your face flustered at his sudden show of skin, his upper body rippled with defined muscles.

“Can we go out tomorrow then? For lunch at least?” You shyly asked, averting your gaze from his macular torso, the image of his muscles flexing as he moved reminding you of how attractive your cousin was.

“Sure.” He shrugged, climbing on to the bed to his spot beside you, his large frame taking up most of the space so he was close, close enough to radiate warmth to you, skin almost touching yours. “Come on, where’s my goodnight kiss.” He fashioned a lazy charming grin, your eyelids blinking as he rolled over on top of you. His forearms rested on either side of your head and his thighs caged your hips.

“Toji…”you murmured, turning your head away, a familiar heat gathering in your lower belly as an image of how Naoya had pinned you once too many times like this, flashed before your eyes. “W-what are you doing?” Your voice was so small and you wished you had sounded more assertive as the smirk on his face only grew, wicked and unpredictable.

“Asking my pretty cousin for a good night kiss, you always do it so sweetly,” he husked, the timbre of his voice making you shiver and shift beneath him with unease.

You always did that…but in this moment, you felt if you didn’t do it, something bad would happen, it tugged at your heart strings in a weird way and you even thought about what would happen if Naoya found out. As his sister, even with how sheltered and kept in the dark you were, you knew of just how cold blooded and cruel he could be.

Not knowing what else to do, you leaned forward to press your lips on his cheek only for him to angle his head differently so that it connected with his lips instead. You could feel the indent of his scar against your lips, hot and warm, your remained still in shock even when he began to move his lips against yours.

“S-stop,” you turned your head away, heat crawling up your cheeks and spreading in your chest. Your hands tried to push him away only for you to notice how warm his taut skin was. “You mustn’t—

“And why not?” He grinned, tongue swiping at your lower lip.

“Because…” you tried to gather your words, pushing against him even though you were far less stronger than he was. “It’s wrong.”

“Really?” He shifted one of his legs to rest between your thighs, inching them apart, your attempt to resist him adorable. “You know,” he grinned, his one hand undoing the belt of the robe, your hands quick to try and cover yourself up, clenching the cotton fabric. “Your nii-chan doesn’t have to know.”

And like a deer in headlights, you froze. He had you trapped. Your throat grew dry not able to explain or find the words to deny the undertone of his words. It was an accusation. He knew.

“Naoya-nii…” you sniffled, only now becoming aware of the tears that were flowing from your eyes. “H-he said, that…it was okay…what we were doing—We can’t.” You shook your head, Naoya’s infuriated expression flashing in your mind. “Please!” You squeaked, his fingers under the robe moving from your hip bone. “D-don’t.”

“Awe, are you going to cry?” He chuckled, feeling the heat radiating from your core. Your attempts to escape him was futile and even pathetic. The deep seated frustration within him began to arise again because of that. A weak person like you inheriting the technique made his blood boil. Such a waste on you. You don’t even use it to defend yourself.

His fingers found their place on your mound and wasted no time dipping them between your folds, and pressing the pad of his index finger on your clit. “N-no, not there!” You cried, legs attempting to shut close but they were useless and your body was betraying you. Toji’s eyes lost the warmth they held when he was with you, it was dull and looked at you in a way that made you want to run and hide.

“You say you don’t want it but sweetheart , you’re getting wet,” he cooed, dipping his fingers in your entrance to spread the slick that had formed all over your cunt. “Don’t you miss your dear nii-chan?”

Your eyes screwed shut and your lips pressed hard against each other to muffle the whines and whimpers that threatened to leave you as you felt his warm fingers toy with your cunt. “S-stop.”

“You’re still saying that huh?” He sighed but his smirk remained, two fingers prodding at your entrance. Your eyes shot open to look at him, pleading him not to continue. “I’ll touch you in the same way he’s touched you so quit your whining.” And then, his hot breath was against your ear as he whispered, “I’ll touch you in a way you’ll forget about your nii-chan.”

“Toji, please—mhmf!”

Two thick digits slipped into your tight hole, the stretch and sensation of being filled making your walls clench around him.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” He nipped at your ear, working his fingers in and out of your cunt that began to drool with slick. “Mhm, you’re so tight. It’s been awhile since I fucked a virgin.”

“T-Toji, don’t move your fingers—Ah! Like that!” You squealed, back arching off the bed when he brushed against that spongy spot inside of you that made your whole body flutter. “D-don’t,” you panted.

But your protests that were weak willed in tone were only met with the curl of his fingers moving faster, fucking in and out of your hole till wet squelching noises resounded off the bedroom walls.

“Don’t be so shy, Princess,” he chuckled deeply, lowering himself till he was a breath away from your pulsating pussy, entranced by the way your cunt wrapped around his thick fingers. “Since you’re going to be a wife someday, you might as well learn the basics right?”

You whimpered in response but cried out when you felt his hot tongue flick against your clit switching between sucking and licking the sensitive nub, your hips bucking into his face as the familiar sensation of an orgasm quickly crept up on you.

“Toji—Ah—if you,” you tried to say, walls clenching tighter round his fingers. “I’m g-gonna cum.”

“Is that so? I don’t mind princess,” he grinned, fucking his fingers into you faster, scissoring and curling to bring you closer to the edge. “Make a mess all over my face. Let me taste you.” His mouth latched onto your clit again, his digits unrelenting. What tipped you over the edge was the slight nip of your clit between his teeth before his tongue soothed the notion, flicking against the aching nub fast.

A wanton moan slipped past your lips as you came, juices spilling forth and dripping down your pussy, and Toji lapped your release with a hum of delight. He pulled away to get a good look at your writhing form now glistening with sweat and your heavy lidded eyes paired with your parted lips swollen from biting them to muffle your moans, the heavy panting and the way you were sprawled before him, was a treasured sight.

Before you could come to, he had stripped from his pants and was quick to fist his throbbing hard cock in his hand before pressing the fat head against your entrance. Such a tiny little cunt, he mused. He was going to ruin you for sure. He was going to carve the shape of his cock in your virgin cunt and ruin you for any other man.

The floating sensation from orgasm was ripped from you when you felt something prod at your entrance, a slight sting to what wasn’t even inside you yet heightening your senses to the max. Your eyes shot to Toji knelt between your thighs, broad muscular frame casting a shadow over you, unable to deny how attractive he was. Your breath hitched when your eyes caught the sight of his member, fat pink tip leaking with precum and prominent veins along the fat length. He was going to tear you apart.

Panic flooded your veins and you pressed against his stomach in attempt to stop him, his hands on the back of your thighs and pressing them to your chest in a position you found embarrassing and completely exposed your glistening cunt.

“Toji, no. Please. Too big. It won’t fit,” you sniffled, trying to wriggle away from him. “I can’t—we’re not married. Naoya nii said I can’t do this with just anyone!” Your voice raised in pitch as he didn’t listen, only rubbing his length between your folds to lubricate, sparks of lust forming in your lower belly.

“But I’m not just anyone aren’t I?” He pouted his lips in mock pity, securing your legs in their folded position giving you and him a perfect view of your cunt slowly being split by his cock. “I’m someone close to you. Looked after you, cared for you, protected you.”

“Then why are you doing this?” You asked, too soft hearted to harbour any hate to someone you’ve known almost all your life. His hand cupped your cheek, fooling you so easily that he was actually doing this for the sake of you. But he felt he didn’t have to keep his farce. Not when he began inching his cock inside your tight heat, watching the way your eyes widened at the sudden intrusion, wincing.

“I couldn’t be clan head because I didn’t have cursed energy,” he grunted, losing himself in the way your cunt gripped him. “And as if to mock me, the universe gave it to you along with the clan’s inherited technique. A meek, weak little girl who could barely lift a sword.”

Your nails dug into his forearms, so hard it might’ve drawn blood as his hot, fat member was stretching your walls past it’s limits. Tears formed in your eyes as the sensation of being filled confused you, your body reacted to it like you wanted it but his harsh words made you recoil in fear and unable to relax.

“Then, a sudden thought came to me when I saw you opening these pretty legs of yours to your nii-chan. Wanna know what it was?” He smirked, pausing his movements, cock sitting halfway inside of you.

You couldn’t respond. Your body ached with need and the feeling of him inside you started to feel too good. Like you could never ever get enough of it.

He always loved the sensitive ones.

Toji leaned forward to press his torso against your body, further pushing your thighs to your chest, the stretch of your hamstrings making you whimper. With a hand he gripped your chin, forcing you to look into his emerald eyes that glowed wickedly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, finding some sort of comfort with how close he was, close to forgetting that this was wrong. But all logic was impossible to think of when your cunny was being stuffed with his cock, hot and heavy inside of you.

“If I can’t be the head of the clan, maybe the little brat I put inside of you will.”

Those words and the way it rolled of his lips were the last things that you could make out before he buried himself inside of you completely, putting you in the trance of sinful carnal lust. A plane where all you could feel was him and nothing but him.

[omg-imagine]

⊱ Second Chances ⊰

Pairing: Jack Traven x Reader

Request: Could u do an imagine where the reader and either Utah or jack traven dated but he did something stupid and they broke up and they realize they made a mistake and want the reader back- Anon

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Brief mentions of sex and alcohol, angst and fluff 

A/N: Sorry if this is eh. I’ve been having a tough time with writing lately. Also, as much as I wanted the put smut here, I wasn’t able to do it and just went with a fluffy end. But I’ll definitely write something smutty for Jack in the future bc he’s just too fking delicious ;) Hope you enjoy!!

24 days.

It’s been 24 long and excruciating days since you broke up with Jack, and he had already lost his goddamn mind.

Standing in the middle of his kitchen, he reminisced back to simpler times; you and him waking up in bed on a slow Saturday, limbs tangled under the sheets. Jack especially loved the weekends when he didn’t have to work because it meant spending the entire day with you.

After a round of morning sex (sometimes, even two), you would head over to the kitchen and cook breakfast together. Jack could recall the last time you stood there in front of the stove, flipping eggs in a pan while he wound his arms around your waist, pressing his firm chest to your back.

Jack was always a tease, knowing that he could get you riled up by merely skimming his hands down your body and nipping at the delicate skin on your neck. Breakfast was usually an endeavor for the both of you. It ended with either the food burnt to a crisp or not even cooked at all once you shifted your attention from it to something much better.

Heaving out a sigh, he proceeded to get a bottle of beer from the fridge before heading back to the living room, his third trip for the night but surely not the last. Since the break-up, Jack had been working longer hours, even more so than usual. He needed to be busy, he needed to be distracted. He wanted to save the pathetic wallowing towards the end of the day, which he was doing now.

Everywhere he went, Jack was reminded of you, adding more weight to his burdened heart. He could still hear the sound of your sweet laughter, and if he concentrated hard enough, feel the warmth of your lips on his. No matter how much time had passed, it seemed as though it was only getting worse. Losing you was a pain like no other. In fact, he would rather get beaten up or shot at rather than spend the rest of his life without you.

Mindlessly staring at the television screen, he wondered to himself how you were handling this. Jack hadn’t seen or spoken to you after you stormed out of his apartment nearly a month ago, and you had ignored all his phone calls. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure of what to say if you decided to pick up. No amount of words would ever be enough to fix what you and he had.

Or at least, that’s what he believed.

The tv hummed quietly in the background as Jack downed the last of his beer, the alcohol barely helping him forget the dull ache in his chest. The more he tried to push the thought of you out of his mind, the more the memories haunted him. He was miserable, empty. The numbness was slowly eating him up, and it was overwhelming.

As Jack continued to pity himself, he knew that something had to be done. 24 days of desolation, and he’s had it. He was tired of waking up in bed alone after having dreams about you. Dreams which reminded him of happier moments, now reduced to a thing of the past. But amid all the sadness and regret, Jack needed you, desperate to win you back.

So, he made his decision.

Hastily, Jack got up from the couch, nearly tripping over his feet before trying to search his car keys. He muttered a curse under his breath when he couldn’t find them and didn’t have the patience to check the other rooms. Groaning, he did the next best thing his hazy mind could think of.

Jack slipped on his coat and ran out of the door, the cool nighttime air of LA greeting him once he stepped outside. Luckily for him, your house wasn’t too far from his, but quite a distance now that he’s on foot. It took him almost fifteen minutes to get to your door, his lungs screaming for oxygen after sprinting as fast as he could.

Honestly, Jack didn’t know how you would react to him showing up at your front porch at nearly 2AM. Certainly, you would be pissed that he had woken you up in the dead of the night. You might even end up slapping him across the face for daring to appear before you after the shit he pulled.

Either way, it was too late for him to turn back around. Jack had already rung your doorbell and was pounding his fist on the wooden frame, calling out to you until the lights inside finally switched on.

“What the fuck, Jack?” You grumbled once you swung open the door. “You better have a good excuse for coming here.”

“I’m sorry, but this couldn’t wait till morning,” he replied, slurring his words. Jack felt his heart hammering in his chest as you stared at him, the moonlight dancing in your eyes as he remembered how much he’d missed seeing them. “Y/N, I want to apologize again for what I’ve done. This past couple of weeks have been hell, and I just can’t move on, babe. Please, forgive me and come back.”

Scoffing, you shook your head at him in utter disbelief. “Jack, you screwed up big time, and I can’t see myself trusting you after what you’ve done.”

“I told you, it didn’t mean anything—”

“But you still kissed her, Jack. You still kissed Annie.”

Jack froze at the sound of her name. It was as if he had sobered up instantly when you mentioned Annie, the woman he had risked his life to save hers. You saw the two of them in the news covering the ordeal, noticing how close she stood next to him and how tightly her arm was wrapped around his body as they emerged from the train wreckage.

You thought nothing of it until you saw the papers the following morning. A picture of your boyfriend passionately kissing someone he had only known for a day was plastered on the front covers. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Jack couldn’t give you a good enough explanation for his actions. He didn’t even realize how much he had hurt and embarrassed you until after your relationship ended.

“Well?” You stood there before him, the pain emitting from your stern gaze. “You know what? Just go home, Jack. Leave me alone.”

Before you could shut the door on Jack’s face, he had swiftly wedged his foot in to prevent you from doing so. “Just hear me out, baby. Give me a chance to explain myself.”

“I’m not interested,” you huffed, but still, Jack would not budge. He heard you sigh deeply in defeat as your eyes flickered away. “Fine, you have one minute.”

Swallowing thickly, Jack watched as you leaned against the door, your attention solely on him. “I fucked up, and I understand that now. I don’t know what came over me when Annie and I kissed, but what I should have done was push her away.”

He could see the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to wipe them away. “I love you, Y/N. You’re the only one for me. I will do whatever it is that you want if it means being with you again. Please, baby. I swear I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you because you’re all I ever want and need.”

The air was still, filled with tension and silence as Jack waited for a response. He couldn’t read the expression on your face, and slowly, he felt as though he was losing the battle. But then he saw a small yet saddened smile gracing your lips, and his hope began to blossom from the inside.

“You’re an idiot, Jack Traven,” you simply spoke, voice slightly quavering though there was a gentle gleam in your eyes. “But, I do still love you.”

“Does this mean you’ll take me back?” Jack asked, approaching you carefully.

You nodded once as you opened the door wider, leaving the warmth of your home in favor of Jack’s. Closing the distance between you and him, your arms immediately encircled his waist, your head coming to rest against his chest. For a brief second, he stood there, tenderly holding you while silently thanking his lucky stars that he had you again.

Tilting your gaze up to meet his, you slowly leaned in, capturing his lips with a soft kiss. Jack quickly responded to your kiss, relishing the pure sweetness of it as his hands came up to cradle the sides of your face. Time seemed to stand still as the kiss grew more passionate, leaving the two of you breathless after pulling away.

Gently stroking your cheeks, Jack then pressed his forehead to yours as he savored the tranquility of the moment and the feeling of having you in his arms.

He missed this, he missed you.

“Did you just run all the way here instead of taking your car?” You suddenly questioned him.

Jack nodded as he craned his head back to look at you. “Couldn’t find my keys. It’s a good thing anyway, I was drinking before I got here.”

“I know,” you whispered. “You turn into a romantic fool when you drink. I can’t believe you ran here to tell me that you love me.”

“I told you,” Jack chuckled, stealing a kiss from you. “This couldn’t wait until morning.”

“So, I guess you’ll be spending the night here?”

“Only if you want me to,” he added, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

You laughed softly as Jack nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your familiar scent. “Fine, but only because I miss making breakfast with you.”

“Are you sure that’s all?” He inquired, and you rolled your eyes.

“No,” you then smiled, reaching a hand up to cup the edge of his jaw. “I supposed there’s more that I miss.”

“Then it’s best we catch up, starting now.” Jack grinned widely before sweeping you up in his strong arms and carrying you back inside the house, eager to show you how grateful he was for being given a second chance.

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