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prncessjaeger · 6 days

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❝ Off-Limits ❞

"There's been a big mistake."

Your dad gets hired as the new men's basketball coach at a top university back home, while you're a transfer student. But what happens when the summer fling you had last summer happens to be the captain of his basketball team, Gojo Satoru. Everyone knows the coach's daughter is off-limits.

College Basketball Player! Gojo x Coach's Daughter! Reader

sorry guys i'm too obsessed with basketball player gojo, so enjoy another AU of basketball gojo.

SMUT under the cut.

“Fuck, baby,” he whined in your ear as his hands rested beside yours against the mirror in the snug bathroom.

He ground his clothed erection against your semi-lifted skirt from behind. The force of his grinds, pushing you tightly against the bathroom mirror and you’re pushing back against him just as eagerly.

The mysterious stranger sensually glides one of his hands from your hips to your throat, securing you in place as the other rubs your clothed clit. The cool touch of his fingers leaves goosebumps behind, but you want them hot between your thighs instead.

In a dimly lit bathroom of a crowded house party, your moan is faintly heard between the heavy bass music thumping through the walls. The small bathroom feels hot, as the both of you share bated breaths, breathing each other in.

At a specific roll of his fingers on your clit your head rolls back against his shoulder, “Yes,” you beg breathlessly, “Yeah? You like that?” He mocked, “I’ve only just rubbed you through your panties,” he teased with a click of his tongue, “Needy girl.”

You whine when his fingers leave you cold, and deprived. The faint rattle of his belt unbuckling quickly has you perking up at the sound.

There’s something about the adrenaline of messing around with a stranger at a party, a sexy one at that. Your hometown friends had invited you to an ‘end-of-summer’. You had been dancing and drinking with your friends when he approached you.

His captivating blue eyes were the first thing you noticed about him, and you’re sure the other women did too. But for tonight, he only had eyes for you. And that was enough. It’s not like you’d ever see him again anyway. This was simply for fun.

You jolt when he yanks your panties down, and clench when he slaps the tip against your ass, leaving behind small remnants of his pre-cum. You can’t help the cry that leaves your lips when he rams into your dripping cunt. And he can’t help the way his swollen cock, hardens even more at your meek mewls.

His hand leaves your throat to slide under your shirt to cope the feel of your tit. “Knew this pussy would be nice for me,” both groaning in unison at a particularly hard thrust.

You press yourself back in an attempt to mold yourself together with him, wanting—no—needing, to be under his skin.

He leaves open-mouthed kisses on the side of your neck, licking a stripe from your neck to the back of your ear before pecking the shell of it, “Satoru,” he says, “My name,” he clarifies shortly after.

“Say it,” he commands you, snapping his hips forward and into your cunt. You clench around him, “ ‘Toru,” you cry out.

He groans, lacing your fingers together against the mirror. Your eyes are lidded, but you can see how he stares at you through the mirror. His mouth is slightly open, eyes furrowed in a needy manner, but the way his eyes are lazy yet enticing does it for you. His stare is dark.

He pulls out quickly to manhandle you onto the counter, spreading your legs open before slamming his lips against yours. His tongue forces its way inside your mouth, dragging itself against yours. Passionately stealing your breath away.

His lips remain attached to yours while he hurriedly slips his jacket off, throwing it somewhere on the floor. You pull away from the kiss to catch your breath, but Satoru has always been an eager man. He pecks your neck again, looking for a weak spot. When he hears a throaty moan he knows he’s found it.

He continues to mouth at the particular spot while you bury your hands in his hair, bringing him close.

You impatiently kick the rest of your panties off. Your hands grip his hair tighter, and he groans at the pull. He pulls away from your neck to look up at you. And you’ve never found anything more sensual.

His lips are wet and swollen from suckling on your neck. His hair is messy from how much you’ve tugged at it. His eyes stare up at you through his white wispy lashes.

It’s the submissive look on his face, but his possessive hold on you that makes you want him in more ways than sex.

You need him now.

“Need it,” you beg, grinding your wet slit on his erection. He hisses at the contact as he watches you with a hooded gaze. You bring your index and middle finger into your mouth to swipe your tongue before dragging them down to your cunt, spreading it open before him. Urging him inside.

Satoru keens at how compliant you’re being. So fucked out on the counter. Your skirt bunched up to your waist, breathing ragged, panties dangling off your ankle, and tank top slipping off your shoulders.

“Please,” you beg once more but before you can beg again, he’s gripping your thighs to keep them open, and positions himself between your folds. You watch in anticipation as he spits on his cock and you both watch as it drips down your cunt.

He slams into you before you can blink. His pace is brutal and fast.

You’re delirious on the counter, as you tightly wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer. You nuzzle his head in your neck and tightly cling to him while he pounds into you. Every thrust is rewarded by a moan louder than the last.

Satoru slips his hands under your shirt once again, palming both of your tits, “Fuck, never had a pussy this good,” he grunts when your fingernails dig into his back, leaving behind crescent moon-like marks.

You’re unable to even think as you feel the best you’ve felt in a long time. It feels like you’re floating. Your mind has gone completely blank of thoughts except for the chase of your orgasm.

By the way, it’s a building, you’re sure it’ll be a strong one. Your toes curl when Satoru’s cock changes angles, and you’re ascending faster than before. “Right there,” you urge him. Your back arches when you feel your orgasm approach, and Satoru groans against your neck as your cunt clenches around him.

“ ‘m close, Toru,” you whimper when his thumb comes to rub tight circles on your clit. “I know. Me too, baby,” his moans increase in volume.

It's messy, desperate, and nasty.

“Can’t get enough,” he confesses with a broken moan, “You take me so well, ‘s so warm inside your tight pussy.”

Your body completely tenses so hard your leg slightly cramps when you cum, and your mouth drops open in a soundless moan. Satoru’s eyebrows furrow as he pushes harder against your tightly clenched cunt. You ride out your orgasm, and before you know it a mini-orgasm comes shortly after.

You pull his lips in for a heated kiss, and Satoru hugs you closer to him.

He’s desperate to reach his orgasm, and before you know it he whimpers one last time before pushing himself impossibly deeper, shooting his cum deep inside you. You’re both panting against one another’s mouths.

He stares into your eyes before kissing you again. This time it’s slow and earnest, but just as desperate.

He pulls away one last time to peck the side of your face, smoothing down strands of your hair.

The rest of the night was amazing. After Satoru cleaned you up and urged you to put on his jacket, he’d gone to fetch you some water. Then invited you for a late-night walk on the beach. He had set his jacket down on the floor somewhere near your stuff and urged you to take your shoes off so you could walk in the water.

The beach had been dark, yet beautiful as the moon provided dull silver lightning. The wind moved the palm trees in a dancing trance, as the waves crashed against the shore. Every once in a while Satoru would gently kick some water at your feet and you’d gently gasp at the coolness.

There was just Satoru, and you. The moment was perfect.

His hand grips your hip as you lose your balance on the powdered sand, tugging at you from behind as you crash into his chest.

“Trying to run away hm?” He teases from behind, you want to giggle at his cuteness. You decide to toy with him for a bit, “Yes. Can you catch me?” You turn to face him, walking backward as you smile playfully at him.

He raises an eyebrow at your admission, but you turn around and run away from him before he can blink.

You speed off giggling, and the adrenaline of the chase as you breathe erratically when you hear him gaining on you.

If Satoru wanted to, he would’ve caught you the second you took the step forward to run, but you liked the chase, and he liked the chasing.

He smiles as he hears your tiny chuckles of amusement.

You feel him hot against your back, and you squeal into the night when his arms wrap around your waist, lifting you into the air.

“Gotcha,” he boosts. You’re laughing in delight while he’s admiring your beauty with a dopey smile on his face.

He briefly places you on the ground, and you turn to jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. His hands are on the back of your thighs, caressing you.

You stare into each other’s eyes. He’s looking at you so earnestly, you think you might be sick.

“Kiss me,” his deep voice murmured into your mouth, “until I’m sick of it.” Your eyes connected with his, and his eyes seem as mesmerized with you as yours are with his.

You press your lips against him and he tightens his hold on you. He puts you down on your feet to completely undress himself, before pulling you again towards the water.

“What if someone sees us?” You hesitate, “My dad owns this side of the beach, no one will.” He smiles at you, and you almost choke at how easily he admits that. You wonder what his dad does for a living, and what he does.

He walks into the water, waist-deep, and extends an inviting hand.

You pull the rest of your clothes off, unintentionally giving him a strip tease. Satoru’s dick hardens as he watches you bend over to pull your skirt, and panties off. He almost groans when your bent-over figure gives him the slight outline of your cunt from behind.

Your nipples harden as the cool air hits your naked form, walking toward the water with hesitation. Satoru’s bright eyes never leave your face. Too entranced by your natural beauty.

He kneels as you approach him and the water now rests on his shoulders. When you’re as close as you can be, his hands grasp the back of your thighs under the water, grazing them with his fingertips.

You can’t help the feeling of delight that curses through you when you see Satoru’s sweet expression under you as he peers at you through his lashes. He presses you closer to him to press a kiss below your belly before sliding his hands up.

He continues to trail kisses up your body as he rises from the water the higher he gets. Water dripping all over his toned body, wetting you in the process. In more places than one.

You feel his erection press against your stomach, and you pull him closer to capture your lips on his. He eagerly responds with a moan, your hand goes to grip his cock, pumping him leisurely. He groans against you, his body tightens and you watch as his muscles flex, drooling at the sight of him.

He breaks the kiss to press more against your neck, “The most beautiful woman I’ve seen,” he declares.

He takes you again that night. In the sand. And again, in the car the next morning because you both fell asleep on the beach after going back to his car to get some blankets. You shared more than just your bodies, but your hearts. He’d bared himself open to you, and you to him. You just wished you would’ve known more of him sooner before it all got messy.

Summer had been amazing, to say the least. You had moved back to your hometown at the beginning of summer after your dad had been hired at a top university to coach their men’s basketball team. Out of convenience, you had transferred to said university to be closer to home the same semester.

Things were working out. Your dad had invited his new team to have a small get-together at your house for some team bonding and to get to know one another before the season started.

You were fixing your hair in the vanity as loud voices came from downstairs, touching up your lipgloss one more time before heading down. You were excited, to say the least, your dad had been so thrilled to tell you about the team.

You heard the laughter and chatter get closer as you neared them.

Gojo had been laughing at something your dad had said when your mom had hinted at a near arrival, you. Geto had tapped Gojo’s shoulder and motioned to the figure that had just entered the room, and watched in disbelief as his entire world crashed before his eyes.

Gojo could feel his heart drop when his eyes locked onto yours, and both of your eyes widened in shock. Before either of you could think, your dad broke the silence.

“Boys, I’d like you to meet my daughter.”

And everyone knows the coach’s daughter is strictly off-limits.

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prncessjaeger · 8 days

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tojis fav part of his day has to be when he gets those little videos from you of you and the kids. he had a whole album dedicated to it and sometimes will stop what he’s doing to watch one of the video.

the one you sent today has to be his favorite. it’s a cute little video of megumi trying to eat your face.

“toji your son won’t stop trying to eat me.” you said through giggles while looking at him through the screen. then you flipped the camera and baby megumi was in his little blue onesie propped up on the bottoms of your feet with your legs in the air while trying to reach for something. he was trying to reach for you.

he was babbling nonsense to you as you laughed but your laughter turned to noises of concern when megumi started to lean forward and fell on you. “oh sh—megs are you okay?” you asked. toji laughs extra hard at that because of how quick you were going to curse but took it back. you didn’t want to put anything in the swear jar.

megumi didn’t say anything and just hiked his way up until he was on your chest. he look at the camera with his wide dark eyes and you looked at the camera too but your laughs came back once megumi opened his toothless mouth wide and put it on your cheek.

he began to make raspberries all over your face while trying to bite the fat of your face but clearly it wasn’t working. he even grabbed hold of your head to get a better chance but it didn’t seem to work. “megs! you’re getting drool all on me.” you laughed loudly and wait, this is toji’s favorite part.

when you realized it was too quite for a house of two kids. “wait, tsumiki what are you doing?” you asked grabbing megumi and pulling him off you ignoring the wet spot on your face as you stood up. you walked through the house to try and find the little girl and she was on the kitchen floor with flour practically nowhere else but on her.

“oh tsumiki…haha!” you said starting to laugh at the situation as megumi sat on your hip confused but beginning to leave toothless bites on your shoulder. you kneeled and showed tsumiki in the camera “say hi to daddy…” you muttered barely able to get your words out because of your laughter.

tsumiki smiled with her face covered in flour and waved “hi daddy.” you laughed even more at this and then looked at the camera “okay bye toji we have to clean this up.” throughout the whole day that was the one thing that stayed in his mind. his wife and his messy children.

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prncessjaeger · 9 days

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i think i js might have thing for yt girls...

#my baeeee🙈🙈🙈

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prncessjaeger · 12 days

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whipped - husband!nanami x fem!reader [drabble]

a/n: my first time writing nanami purely bcs every time i think about him i start shaking violently

cw: 18+ content, domestic fluff, soft, counter sex, he bites you once

You're sitting next to the sink on the bathroom counter, your wedding band placed next to you as you lather your hands up in shaving foam. You rub it onto Kento's lower face and throat, covering every inch of skin that tends to sprout prickly, blonde stubble. His large hands are resting on your waist as he stands between your legs, your thighs squeezing his hips.

"You're giving me that look again, Ken." You say with a small smile, rinsing off your hands in the water-filled sink before grabbing his razor, gently gliding it along his face, being careful to catch all the hairs without pulling on his skin.

"What look, angel?" He replies, his eyes locked onto your face as you shave him, fondness overtaking his gaze. That look is the exact one you mean, the one where he acts as if you hung the moon and all the stars in the sky. Like you're the only girl he's ever seen. You shake your head softly at his words, clearing the razor from the foam and hair that's built up before gliding it along his skin once more.

"You're whipped." You tease, a cheeky smile coming to your face as you drag the razor through the foam once more. With a wet cloth, you clean the left over shaving cream from his face, running your fingers along the skin to make sure it's smooth before gripping his chin lightly, tilting his head up to expose the sensitive flesh of his throat. The movement makes him grunt, and you can feel his cock filling out against your thigh.

"Mhm. My wife is so beautiful. Any man with sense would be whipped." He breathes out, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows down the lump in his throat from being so close to you, his grip on your waist tightening until his hands have bunched up the fabric of your shirt.

"Ah, is that so?" You reply, letting out a breathy laugh as you put the razor down, rinsing off any last traces of hair or shaving foam from your husbands face before patting his skin dry with a towel. He nods, leaning down to press a kiss to your jawline, trailing them down your neck before he sucks a mark into the skin right above your shirt collar.

"It's a fact, dear. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid my eyes on." He murmurs between kisses, raising your shirt before pulling it off, pulling back to do the same to his own shirt. He lets out a soft whimper as your fingers trail over his toned stomach, his muscles tensing at your touch.

"Need you, pretty girl." He whispers against your skin, his cock twitching against your thigh and rock hard. You'd only been wearing his shirt, leaving you in nothing but your panties. He slips his pyjama pants down along with his boxers - just enough to free his erection. His breath hitches as the cold air hits his arousal heated skin, his hands shifting to grip your thighs and spread them, his fingers digging in slightly. You shiver at the cold of his wedding ring against your flushed skin, letting your head thump back against the wall.

"I'm all yours, Kento." You reply softly, your eyelids slightly hooded as you watch him slip the fabric of your panties to the side, his free hand gripping the base of his cock before he slides forward, a low moan spilling from your lips as he presses into your entrance inch by inch. He pulls you more towards the edge of the bathroom counter so he can reach deeper, the head of his dick meeting your cervix as he buries himself to the hilt inside of your tight heat.

"Oh, fuck, baby... she's soaked." He moans, his brows pinching together as he stays still for a moment, taking in how your walls squeeze his length, sucking him in. He'd never leave if he could help it. He reaches down to gather some of your slick and use it to rub small circles into your clit. "This all for me?"

All you can do is nod, gasping as his thumb rubs your swollen bud. His hips start to rock into you gently, his head hanging back as pleasure overtakes him, low groans and sounds of pleasure leaving him. Strands of blonde hair hang lose as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, dangling in front of his eyes as he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Pretty pussy made just for me..." His words are punctuated by a particularly rough thrust, his cock bumping against your sweet spot just as he brushes his thumb against your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps, your orgasm rushing through you as you clench around your husband's dick.

"Shit." He grunts as he feels you cum, your arousal coating him. His movements grow more sloppy, his cock barely leaving you before he's burying it deep inside of you once more, his mouth hanging open as his on orgasm builds inside of him. "Mmph... my wife's milkin' my dick so well."

His head drops into the crook of your neck as he cums, biting down on your skin gently as he snaps his hips forward, shooting ribbons of white into your cunt. His teeth release your flesh after a moment and he presses a tender kiss to the bite. He pulls away and gives you a sweet smile, his hands moving to your hips as his thumbs gently stroke your skin.

"I love you so much, Ken..." You say softly, leaning forward to press your forehead against his, your arms coming up to loop around his neck.

"I love you even more, my angel."

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prncessjaeger · 12 days

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“Little delicate ballerina

too soft and sweet

for this world.”

#i miss going to my weekly ballet classes #sighhh but cheering is fun too ig (gymnastics is wayyyy better tbh)

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prncessjaeger · 12 days

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Sharon Tate, 1966 🎀

#she’s soooooo pretty

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prncessjaeger · 15 days

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giving bf!rafe a fashion show while cleaning out your closet! ⊹ 𐦍༘.⊹ᥫ᭡

as rafe sat on the floor folding your clothes into piles neatly, one for keeping, for giving away, and for selling, you continued to pull out clothes on hangers to try on and convince rafe you need to keep them.

"and this one?" you walked in front of him to show off the sleeveless white flowy dress you had put on.

"i like that one, makes you look like a mermaid" he mumbles the last part with a slight smirk and you smile, satisfied, you pull out another outfit to show him. as you are putting the clothes on you hear a loud thump and you rush to to peek your head out to see what had happened.

"whadd'ia need all these shoes for!?" he huffs, holding a few boxes of expensive shoes, the rest scattered on the floor.

"careful! they go with different outfits...it's important! besides you've bought me at least half'ov these..." you bend down to start to pick up the fallen shoes.

"thats because you always tell me 'you have like no shoes'!!" he sasses and just then a pair of white manolo's falls from the pile in his arms.

"that's designer!! rafe baby put that down!" you squeal and run to grab clean towels to lay the shoes down on.

"that's a little much don't ya think?" he shakes his head watching you place the shoes on the towels. "you don't need all of these, you've gotta downsize, i say this all the time..." he helps you place the rest of the heels on the towels.

"fine...the little brown bebe heels and the candies wedges can go." you sigh and place your hands on your hips.

"atta girl, and what's that?" he says pointing to the outfit you were now wearing.

"its a shirt!" you smile and do a little pose.

"it looks like ya've had that since like the 6th grade!" he shakes his head "you lift your arms up, your tits are gonna pop out...nope, no way. that goes in the give away pile."

“nooo no! i love this one, its cute….its like a baby tee!” you pout.

“yeah as in made for babies.” he rolls his eyes and manhandles you, getting your arms up so he can take it off you.

“well can i at least save it, for our babies?” you say as he tosses the shirt into the give away pile.

“i’ll buy our kids whatever when the time comes mkay?” he smirks softly and hands you another shirt to put on in the meantime, then he freezes.

“what the fuck is that.” he points and then walks over to lift up the iridescent cheep fabric on the floor that was on top of the keep pile.

“its a sexy costume!" you smile innocently

"and where do you plan to wear this?" he holds it up against you almost to imagine what it would look like on.

"here i'll put it on..." you snatch it from him and go into the bathroom to change. "close your eyeeees!" you coo excitedly from inside the bathroom. rafe sighs and shuts his eyes dramatically as if you could see him.

"ohkay! you can look now." you smile and he opens his eyes to see you in a baby blue and pink sexy princess costume. "i'm a princess!" you smile sweetly and do a little turn.

"look at you baby, you are a princess...look so fucking hot in that." he whispers and runs his hands through his hair in shock and awe. "com'ere" he pulls you closer to him so he can inspect further. you continue to smile and look up at him through your lashes. "the skirt is detachable...comes off." you whisper, showing him how the little ribbons become loose.

"yeah? do the princess panties come off too?" he says picking you up and throwing you on the bed, attacking you with little wet kisses as you squeal and giggle. cleaning and sorting clothes left forgotten. ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

(swoon)

#🙈🙈🙈🙈✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻😍😍😍😍😫😫😫😫😫

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prncessjaeger · 22 days

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husband 🎀

prncessnote: i made another one…personal favorite ✊🏽

“hey babes, so today me and my friend are gonna go out of town for the week, and we got-…” your boyfriend looked around for this said, “friend” as you continued talking, nudging you to get your attention, “candied bacon…looks weird but-.”

“who’s the- where’s the friend?” he cut you off, making a pout form on your mouth, “huh?”

“nah don’t, ‘huh?’ me, who’s your friend?” you could see his temper rise the minute you giggled, trying your hardest not to laugh, “what? yeah nah, nah let’s restart the fucking video, talking about “my friend,” fuck outta here.” he reached for the phone and pressed the big red button and watched you set up for the intro again, fixing yourself up,

“anyways, hi guys, so me and my friend are going out tonight-” you heard your boyfriend sigh and let out an “you motherfucker” while blowing his arms up in irritation, “hey what’s wrong? you don’t wanna go out no more?” you feigned to seem more concerned, trying not to blow your cover, “nah don’t i wanna go out no more, the fuck? stop saying that shit”, he mocked you per usual and looked at you more sternly, irritation written all over his face, “what’s the issueeeeee-?”

“the issue, is that you keep on saying “friend”, like who the fuck is your friend baby?” a grin appears on your face when you say, “well, you’re my friend, aren’t you?” it took him some deep breaths to calm himself down, “but i’m not your friend-” he stopped himself, knowing sometimes you could get a lil ditzy in certain situations and instead he mumbled out, “just restart the video baby,”

so, you went ahead to click the button again to restart for the third time, yet this time you watched him hold your hand in a “couple-y” way, showing off the beautiful promis ring he gifted you, hoping you wouldn’t try that “friend” bullshit again…

…but in your true fashion, you continued with the act and was met with the response, “aht! again.” you sighed and rolled your eyes yet this time you didn’t stop the recording, “bro, why do you keep stoppingggg?!”

“causeeee, i’m not one of your fuck ass friends! like damn, stop saying that shit forreal,” watching him blow up in your face almost made you cackle aloud, seeing you finally got his ass all riled up, but your boyfriend continued on with his ranting rampage, “…and not your bro either. i’m your boyfriend practically your husband, so get it right or we gon keep doing it over and over again until it’s right,” you watched him inch closer to your face and you nodded slowly, “so baby, can you please do it again? and do it right?”

“y-yeah, mhm,” you watched his lips form into a smirk, watching you restart the video hopefully for the last time, and this time, your boyfriend began kissing all over your hands, and when you looked at him in confusion he ushered his hand in a, “as you were” type of motion, “hi my loves, today me and my boyfriend are gonna go out and try gonna try candied bacon with my boyfriend-”

“nope, do it,” he chuckled, hearing your groans and shielding away from your small slaps, “what now?”

“you didn’t say, husband-” you rolled your eyes hard, “oh my goodness…”

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prncessjaeger · 23 days

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Domestic Gojo n reader, like reader just lazing around in just some panties n a T-shirt completely forgetting Abt him then Gojo jst comes up to her n squeezes her boobs just to get her attention 🫶🫶🫶

oohhhhhhh <3 !!!!!

and you're just so casual about it! but you look soooo cute in his t-shirt, with no bra, only a tiny pair of panties and you don't realise that it's going to drive him absolutely insane??

but as soon as he sees you, his eyes start glowing and he gets that excited look on his face like a puppy! and he steps up to where you're lounging on the sofa and flops down next to you, resting his head as close to yours as possible and getting his hands on your body.

"how come.. you're wearing my shirt?"

he asks, fiddling with the white, oversized t-shirt you borrowed.

"s comfy.." you reply without a glance in his direction. so he decides to push his hands under the shirt...

alas, your eyes are still fixed on the tv as his big, warm hands cover your stomach.. so he pushes further, up to your chest, making your eyes flicker down at him before he squeezes your boobs.

"uh- um-- satoru-!!"

he giggles and squeezes harder, until he's pushing the t-shirt up and pinning you down on the sofa, nestling his head between your boobs.

"mm~~" he purrs, starting to knead your little nipples as he places big smooches all over your skin.

and you can't do a thing.

your giant boyfriend is squishing you and you can't move a muscle.

so you ease into it and start stroking his satin hair, twiddling and sighing-

"toru, if you wanted your shirt back you could've just asked~"

you can feel him smiling against you now. he looks so content...

maybe you'll have to steal his clothes more often <3

satoru

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prncessjaeger · 23 days

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prncessnote: draftpost 🎀

it was a lazy day filled with laying around, eating anything you could find, and watching “shitty reality tv” as what your boyfriend would call it. “these shows are trash, i don’t know how you watch em.” your bf grumbled and rolled his eyes seeing the same show on the screen. “it’s been 4 days yet you’re still watching it-.”

“and it’s been 4 days yet you’re still complaining about it,” you snapped, watching him hold his arms in a “surrender” gesture and chuckled, watching you unpaused the tv and huff as you mumbled how he kept on “freaking bothering you,”

you noticed eren pacing back and forth in the kitchen, finding something to do so it didn’t seem like he was actually into the show, and of course he’d talk trash about it just to push that narrative away, “hm, not you getting all mad i’m talking about your wack ass show,”

“oh my fucking gosh eren, why’re you so worried about it anyways,” you paused the tv once again, watching him come sit next to you, “cause they’re literally fighting for no reason, et or whatever her name is arguing with that other chick about “staring at somebody,” when all she wants is screen time, then the fights aren’t even all that good...”

you stared at him for a good minute with your eyes squinted, watching him complain on and on, even thought he’s the one focused into the show that was so called “wack” and giggled out , “oh man…”

“what? and you know i’m right too,” you shook your head, turning back to the tv, “nothing baby, just nothing.”

#srblg🎀

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why it’s (not) okay to cheat on your boyfriend 🎀

prncessnote: another tiktok trend cause it’s all i can write for rn✊🏾

“hey guys, so today i’m gonna show you a cute makeup and hair idea while telling you reasons why it’s okay to cheat on your boyfriend.” you smiled at the camera, beginning your routine yet not saying anything but, your boyfriend, side eyed you real hard, “what?”

“hm?” you turned towards him, raising your brow in a “something wrong?” gesture, “what you say?”. instead of answering him, you shrugged your shoulders and looked back at your camera, continuing your makeup without a word, “so you’re just not gonna answer me?”

you began to apply your lip liner, not paying him any attention which always irritated him, but for the sake the video (and you finding it funny), you continued to ignore him, “so-so you wanna cheat on me? and then go give out ideas and shit?” you grabbed your comb and began sectioning your hair, “hello??,” he waved his hand in your face, “i’m waiting?”

“for?” he rolled his eyes, “you been saying, “it’s okay to cheat on your boyfriend,” and i wanna know why?” he mocked your voice yet it was much whinier, “but i didn’t say anything…?” “bruh you just said it, i’m not stupid and you were giving out reasons,” he swore, walking closer to your small vanity set up, “and i didn’t do all that?” “you were practically giving out reasons-” “i didn’t!! i said “imma tell you reasons why it’s okay to cheat on your boyfriend-”

“exactly-” “but i didn’t say anything after that?!” your boyfriend opened his mouth, only to shut it back knowing you were right, “mhm now look at you, looking dumb-OUCH!” you were cut off by your big stuffed pink squishmallow aimed directly at your head, “mhm, bet you won’t try and cheat on me now, huh?” “boy oh boy, oh boy…”

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hotpink. toji f.

cw: nastyy.

head is filled with nothing but toji fucking you like a little slut in your hyper pink bedroom and some k-pop song you liked playing in the background.

like how did toji, this fucking jacked scary life guard with jet black hair, tattoos and also twice your size you met while you were volunteering to pass out lemonade at a public pool in your cutest little summer outfit, end up in your pretty pink room?

..let alone knee deep into your pretty pink pussy?

i mean everything was pink. walls, bedframe, carpet, your vanity, even the god damn door was fucking pink with even more pink sparkles on it! even small pink stuffies scattered across your bed.

even toji himself doesn't really know how he ended up here, not that hes complaining. one minute hes getting off from volunteer hours, deciding to just go over and grab a lemonade. next, the cute girl at the stand is flirting with him?? bending over in her pretty jean skirt and eating that lollipop a little too intimately.

"why dont you come home with me?.. show me some more of your..swimming skills ...... "

so.. here he was. he fucked you with his arm around your neck, a headlock. his heavy balls hitting your cunny harshly with every thrust he gave you. your pretty nails scratching at his muscles while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"you fuckin' stupid? think you can jus' say slick shit like that and think you wont be handled? hm?"

toji raised his arm with your head in it so he could see your face in the mirror across from the bed. your mascara was ruined with hot tears running down your face. the sparkly lip gloss you had on earlier smeared all over your mouth as well as his, even your lashes all messy from when he spit in your face a couple minutes ago.

your mouth opened to respond but it was like a moan was stuck in your throat and all you could do was look at him. your eyes teary and nose runny.

"answer me, i wanna hear it."

"n-o.. m' so sorr-yyyy"

a shit eating grin grew on his lips, letting your head fall into the comforter so you could breathe a little better while he focused on where on your back he was gonna push to fuck you at a better angle.

its like you could feel your brain spinning in your head. what could you even focus on right now?! how you could feel the veins in his cock sliding against your walls? how big his hands feel whenever he grabs at your love handles? how loud he's grunting and how it sounded with your favorite song playing in the back? it was just so much.

you bit the comforter to stop yourself from getting too loud, yelping into it when he slapped your ass and pulled your hips harder against him, trying your best to keep up with his ruthless pace.

the charms on your bracelets making noise while they tried to grab everything they could, knowing not to even try to reach back and stop him cus' he'd just pin them to your back and use them as leverage.

maybe you should start going for scary guys more often..

like this? check out - shades of cool, nanami k.

jjk m.list

blondieeu xx

#good gawdddd��😫😫

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heyyy pooks 🫶🏽

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content & warnings: fem!reader, set in medieval europe but the dialogue might be modern (sorry), bandit!toji, nobles!sukuna&geto, (sukuna is your father/geto is your husband) dark themes (emotional and familial abuse, extreme violence, blood, gore, mental ableism, classism, misogyny, kidnapping, suicide, major character deaths) smut, angst and tragic ending

author’s note: my entry to @kentopedia’s love through the ages event! the artwork for this cover is a painting called ‘Annunciation’ by Jan van Eyck // mdni banner credit to @/cafekitsune. this is a toji fic but the reader and him don’t really have a romance in this which is kinda funny but hey!

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You were surrounded by rotten people. You knew that all too well.

Gaining some self-awareness around the tender age of six when you watched your father — the esteemed noble Ryomen Sukuna send a teenage mother to her death for stealing crops for her two starving children.

His estate was a den of vipers, to say the least.

Father was merely a term. Yes, he was the one who bred your mother to give birth to you but your mother was trial and error in his quest to birth a male heir.

He was barely around which was for the better. He couldn’t even remember your name out of the countless children he had scattered across the land.

Yet — even with his absence, everybody within that cesspool of deceit and malice worshipped the ground he walked on. He hated you. So they despised you.

Despite his general dislike towards you, he viewed you as leverage. As a beautiful young woman from high nobility, you did have some sort of use.

He had been eyeing land from the Geto family for a long time and had butt heads with the head of the clan.

So you were shifted off by your father to marry their eldest son — Geto Suguru. It was a bit of a leap to go from not even having a taste of romantic relationships to suddenly having a lavish wedding ceremony.

You hadn’t even spoken to the man until you left in the carriage away from the church that was meant to bring you to your new home.

Some of the elder women in your family in the days upcoming to your wedding reminded you that husbands expected consummation of marriage on the first night.

Nervous was an understatement. Suguru was a handsome man.

Inky black tresses that fell past his back, smile though mischievous like a cunning fox still radiated warmth in the otherwise arctic banquet hall, full of hateful glares.

You were thankful as shallow as it sounded to be betrothed to somebody in your age group, he was soft-spoken with a voice reminiscent of honey with how sweet and soothing it was, and for the most part, he was considerate.

“…So, here we are,” Suguru said with a half smile as you sat on the edge of the four-posted emperor bed. “Married life.”

The bed was draped in sumptuous silks and velvets of crimson and scarlet hues. Soft pillows and cushions, plump as it was stuffed with the finest feathers.

You gave him a nod instead. His eyes flickered to your hands anxiously wringing.

“Is something wrong?” He questioned, voice laced with concern.

You cleared your throat. Women were meant to be seen and not heard, that was the general mindset of your family.

“…Are you going to make love to me?” You asked rather meekly, struggling to meet his eyes.

Suguru’s eyes immediately widened, a bewildered look on his face. You barely spoke, and the first thing you talked about was sex?

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to you. But there was a sense of distance between the two of you. He didn’t blame you whatsoever.

But it was disheartening all the same.

He crouched down and took your hands in his. The action made you instantly gasp.

“Would you want that?” He asked tenderly, his hazel eyes boring into your own.

It was never about what you wanted within the Ryomen dynasty. It was always to follow what he wanted.

Yet, here you were given the choice by a man you had just met. Albeit your husband, but the simple question made some of your apprehension melt away.

To make love to your husband in the eyes of the women in your family was a part of your duty as a wife.

“I…don’t exactly know what to do.” You whispered as your eyes fixed on the floor of the bedroom chambers.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You are my wife, and I intend to follow the vows I made to you thoroughly.” Suguru said, firmly.

“To love and to cherish.”

“But what if I want to?”

“So tell me that you want me to touch you. I need to hear it. From your lips.”

Your body was an inferno.

All senses were alight as you felt Suguru’s rigid and taut muscles press against you, panting as the room swirled around with the sinful noises of skin slapping, almost animalistic, low and guttural grunts from Suguru and salacious moans you didn’t even know were within you.

His breath ghosted along your skin which was slick with sweat.

His golden eyes reminiscent of the gold that adorned your neck earlier fixated on your own, piercing them as the pad of his thumb dragged along your soaked slit.

You drew a sharp intake of breath as you felt him part your wet heat, a pang of arousal shooting through you as he began to massage your sensitive nub that was aching from the way his cock dragged against your gummy walls.

Eyes rolling back, it ached at first but with the way his fingers interlaced with yours and his lips pressed against your temple with sweet whispers, it slowly but surely ebbed away, and morphed into pure ecstasy.

“I've got you.”

“I can't get enough of you.”

“Gods above, I love you.” He murmured as his hand was firmly planted on the nape of your neck, groaning and gasping as he lost himself in the sensations that rushed through his body.

From then on, Geto Suguru was your everything.

The façade of the man you were sure was your soulmate shattered before your very eyes.

You'd settled into the Geto estate smoothly. The maids sang your praises despite you assuring them there was no need to.

Suguru did everything in his power to make sure you were comfortable. The man was enraptured with you and it was a completely foreign feeling.

It was hard to adjust from being a black sheep to suddenly being the apple of somebody's eye. At first, you were reserved despite him making love to you like you were estranged lovers reunited after centuries on your wedding day.

But gradually, you came out of your shell. It was no longer a one-sided display of affection. You could kiss him in front of others without feeling shame.

Arms always linked. Hands always held. You were glued to his hip and he relished every moment of it. It was all he wanted.

Suguru was often preoccupied with his family affairs as he was now head of the clan after marrying you.

He made it known that he was deeply remorseful and the last thing he would ever want was to keep you alone. You were his beloved wife.

Nonetheless, you weren't perturbed. You weren't a person who craved companionship 24/7.

He promised to make it up to you. And that he did.

The two of you strolled through as you leant into him. He was so tall and broad, that the sunlight reflected on his features made him all the more handsome.

"Thank you for bringing me here, darling." You said gently as you squeezed him, earning a chuckle.

"No need to thank me, it is the least I could do, my love." He responded as he gazed at you with fondness in his eyes. "I've been meaning to show you around the place properly. I know it is rather large but there's still so much more."

Wordlessly, you rested your head against his shoulder. Suddenly, you felt him tense up as he stared at the labourers toiling in the fields.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

You'd never actually seen Suguru in any state of distress. In the months you'd been married, he was always in a state of bliss and content.

He released you and stormed over towards the grassy lands.

"What on Earth are you doing...?!" He barked out.

At first, you simply pursed your lips into a thin line. Yes, it was unfortunate to see Suguru yelling at the workers but that was the norm.

The rare times you'd saw your father, he did the same to those who tended to the fields.

But it was as if something had taken over Suguru. The workers' faces were drawn with exhaustion and despair but now they were cowering and pleading for mercy.

His words were venomous and cruel.

Your stomach began to churn, your beloved husband was morphing into the poisonous vipers you had once been suffocated within the Sukuna estate.

Instantly, your hands flew to cover your mouth as the blow echoed through the orchard.

Suguru had struck the little boy, no older than ten years old and sprung on him.

Everything was crashing down on you at once as the child's wail of pain pierced through the air.

You were blinded by love to the true nature of the man you had wed. Geto Suguru was no better than the rotten nobles you had been trapped with.

Without a second thought, you threw yourself between Suguru and the boy. Adrenaline pumping through your body, crouched as your hand gripped onto his wrist.

"That's ENOUGH!" You shrieked.

The little boy used you as a shield, clinging onto the skirts of your gown.

"You must understand. This is the way things are done here-"

"NO!" You yelled as you outstretched your arms in a protective stance. "I cannot and WILL NOT condone such cruelty. Not to anyone, especially not to innocent children, do you hear me?!"

Suguru's eyes were stormy as he yanked you up to face him.

"They are beneath us. What does it concern you how I speak to such peasants?" He said coldly. "Better yet, the same peasants I feed and shelter. They should be kissing the ground I walk on."

He was livid. The fact you had openly challenged him, undermining his authority.

"Let us leave." He said through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching.

The sudden spike of adrenaline had faded away, and you were back to being a fragile doll.

He dragged you away from the fields so harshly you thought your joint would pop out.

Suguru liked to spoil you when it was time to retire to your bedchambers.

He'd untie your hair, combing through it with an ornate golden comb.

Your haughtiness was more than evident. You'd given him the cold shoulder ever since you returned to the estate.

Praying he wouldn't lash out at the labourers for what you did. He returned for dinner and tried to pretend as if nothing had happened.

As you sat in the satin powder white nightdress, he'd uncork the ornate glass bottle of the homemade neroli scented lotion that was crafted towards your preference.

The gentle aroma should've soothed your senses however as Suguru did his ritual, gliding his fingers over your skin in circular motions, you shook your head and pushed his hand away.

The once-adored essence of bitter orange blossoms had now soured. Sullied by the image of Suguru's cruelty.

"I am trying to pamper my dear wife. May I?" He said with a teasing tone, but it was hard to miss the edge of his voice as he looked up at you.

"Is this a joke to you...?" You said harshly.

"Whatever do you mean?" He replied, feigning ignorance.

"You...hurt that child in front of me!" You cried out.

"Are you still harping over this? Christ woman, you're acting like you lived in squalor like them." Suguru said, beyond irritated.

He wanted nothing more than for you to drop this.

"Your father flung a mutt onto my family. Do you know that?" Suguru said harshly.

Your blood ran ice cold as the words seeped into your brain.

"...Excuse me?" You said, shakily.

"I was gracious enough to take you in. To marry you. He told us that your mother was one of his whores. Not even a wife."

It felt as if the four walls were closing in on you. As if you were shrinking before Suguru as he sneered at you.

Fangs sunk into your veins, and your blood was being filled with venom as he went on.

"...So why?" You could only muster out, voice cracking as your vision blurred from the hot tears pricking your waterline.

"I like a challenge." He retorted smugly. Almost pleased with himself that he had broken you.

Retribution for the way you had humiliated him back in the orchard.

"And you're not too bad on the eyes. You're beautiful but I expected after all my coddling you'd be an obedient housewife. I see I was wrong. Mutts always show their true nature in the end, no matter how much you pamper them. They bite."

Maybe it was dramatic to say.

As you stared up at the ceiling as Suguru was fast asleep, you were sure if it was possible...that last sentence caused your heart to blacken and wilt.

He had destroyed you, the same way your father had.

Nails chipped away. Hangnails, that’s what they were called? Against the pristine white snow, Toji’s red fingers contrasted.

Funny. He had many, many brushes with death.

He was sure even with one brush of death, he would stand right at the iron gates of Hell and feel flames lick at him.

Ironic how a man who was famed for slaughtering enemies on the battlefield loathed the metallic stench of blood.

His clothes had seeped and dried and his skin was slashed.

Looking back on his pitiful life, there wasn’t much to account for. He had no achievements.

He liked a good poem recitation if he ever came across a band of mercenaries around a campfire and strong alcohol.

Suddenly, he stirred at movement in his peripherals.

He had a sixth sense, it was a gift from his clan. The only useful thing they had given him.

“Old broad…are you gonna eat those?” He rasped out as the mouthwatering aroma of freshly baked buns wafted to his nose.

The elderly lady snickered to herself as she shook her head.

“I don’t think I can offer them to a boy whose guts are spilling out, can I?” She muttered as she crouched down to get a better look at him. “Bleeding all over my son’s grave.”

“I’m sorry…but it counts as a decoration?” Toji croaked out with a smug smile as he knocked his head back.

That was the last thing he remembered before he was submerged in complete darkness.

The woman sighed. It wasn’t unusual to come across corpses and half-dying people in this lawless land, stricken with war.

But there was a strange pang of sympathy that shot through her spine as her eyes raked over the man.

Jet black spikes reminiscent of thorns, body well defined with muscle and a scar on his lip. This was somebody’s son.

So, she headed back into the town and asked the blacksmith to fling onto the cart and drop the man into her cottage that was on the outskirts of the village.

Soon enough, the local doctor cleaned and stitched up his grave wounds.

“You realize this is a wanted man.” He spoke and peered at the woman, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose after he finished bandaging his abdominal area.

“Is that so?”

The doctor fumbled around his haversack and pulled out a bounty poster, handing it over to the woman.

“All the knights have been searching high and low for him. They say he alone has the strength of an army.”

“Wanted for what?” She questioned.

“Typical rogue. Was loyal to the King then went berserk, and slaughtered other men. Been on the run ever since.”

His head throbbed.

The bed creaked as he pushed himself up on his elbows but immediately winced as he felt a stinging sensation across his abdomen.

He was pretty sure hell did not have porcelain animal figures and doilies on the mahogany chest of draws.

The big man upstairs must’ve thrown him another chance. Most people would’ve jumped for joy at the prospect of living, but Toji thumped his head back onto the pillows.

He was ready for this wretched existence to end and it just wasn’t letting go any time soon.

“Ah, you’re awake.” A familiar voice called out as the door swung open.

It was the same elderly lady from the cemetery. Toji was bewildered.

He knew he was heavy. It was impossible that this woman carried him with his hulking figure.

“How did I get here?”

She shrugged.

“A friend of a friend.”

Toji tore off the patchwork quilt and attempted to clamber out of the bed.

Attempt since the second he moved, his abdominals were on fire.

“You’ll tear open your stitches. Lay back down and rest for goodness’s sake.” She scolded as she tucked him back in.

“Look lady, thanks for patching me up but I don’t need your damn help.” Toji scowled.

“That’s rich. From the man who was strung up like prized mutton at the damn butchers.” She frowned, a hand on her hip. “I could care less what you do when you recover but for now you’re in my care.”

There was no use in arguing back. She was right and besides, he was bedbound. His body had seemed to give up on him.

So like a toddler, he turned to face the wall and pulled the covers over his head. Signalling for her to take her leave.

He perked up when he heard the plate set on the bedside table. The same baked delicacies that had somehow resurrected him.

Listening wasn’t something Toji was known for. Stealth, yes. Ruthless, check.

But not listening.

Regardless, Toji followed the woman’s instructions on telling him to rest and recover. And soon enough, he slowly was back on his feet.

Not completely back to his full strength and abilities, but he could walk without collapsing in pain which was a perk.

One morning, he decided to make his way out of the small cottage. The lady was hunched over, tending to a growing vegetable garden.

“You’ll hurt yourself like that, y’know.” He spoke, leaning against the wall of the house as he crossed his arms.

“Funny coming from you.” She responded wryly as she straightened her posture as she turned to face him.

“I’m bein’ serious, lady.” He chuckled as he strode over towards her, taking the small gardening spade from her hands. “Here, lemme show you.”

She watched in awe as he began to extract the weeds with precision.

“Hunching over will do you damage in the long run, but it also is a bad position when it comes to dealing with these little fuckers.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone.

From then on there, every morning Toji nurtured the garden bed with his savior that had come in the shape of a petite elderly woman he never bothered to learn the name of until he returned to his full strength.

He only learned her name as he stood in front of the headstone, next to the one he had bled out on almost six months ago.

Leaving her home, he never expected to drop by and hear from nosy villagers she was found alone and rotting in bed due to the cruel working conditions a certain nobleman hailing from the Sukuna clan had imposed open her.

Listening, is not a strong suit but revenge? It came as natural as breathing for Toji Fushiguro.

Rumors swirled.

Nobody had seen you leave the bedchambers for weeks apart from Suguru, who wouldn’t even let the maids enter.

You lay in the bed that once was some sort of paradise, now a prison/

“I worry for you, my darling,” Suguru said plainly as you refused to face him, back turned. “You’re pushing my hand. I fear I may have to do what is done to disobedient mutts.”

Clutching onto the cushion tighter, you ignored him. Words could not capture how much you truly loathed this man.

Hearing his voice made you want to scrape your ears off.

In an attempt to humor him, you responded to his sick taunts.

“And what may that be?”

“I have more than enough witnesses to attest to your peculiar behavior over the past few weeks. You’ve lost your mind, darling. I think you are much better suited to a bedlam.”

That got your attention.

Slowly but surely you turned around to face him with a perplexed expression. The smile you had once loved dearly now made bile scratch at your throat.

“…What?”

“I have written to your father about it. He replied and said something about how your mother was just like you. Runs in the family it seems.” He chuckled.

Toji’s mind was foggy with the rancor of war. That often happened when he was caught up in bloodlust and the haze of battle.

He saw you sat cross-legged. Eyes widening at the fact you were unperturbed.

Did you not hear the commotion of him barging into the estate? The screams of horror? Vases and furniture being demolished?

“You that bastard Sukuna’s daughter?” Toji questioned.

You nodded.

“I murdered your husband,” Toji said bluntly. “Now I’m gonna hold you ransom.”

“…Okay.”

“The hell do you mean ‘okay’?” Toji frowned at your compliance. “You ain’t gonna put up a fight?”

You shrugged.

“You did me a favor. I detest both my father and husband.”

He pulled a face as you fluttered your eyes closed.

“What are you doin’?” He questioned.

“Aren’t you going to kill me next?” You responded nonchalantly.

“Put your damn clothes on and get out. I’m not killing my gambit.”

“…Gambit?”

“Yes lady. Don’t make me repeat myself, you got five minutes cos I’m torching this place soon.” Toji said firmly as he turned back around and headed out of the bedroom.

“Did you kill Suguru…honestly?” You asked as you followed after him.

“You think I’m bluffin’?” Toji snickered as the two of you descended the grand stairwell.

Despite not leaving your chambers after Suguru had branded you as a madwoman, the estate was nothing like the one you were once accustomed to.

Your nose wrinkled at the acrid scent of blood and decay. Once always bustling with staff, the silence was suffocating.

The tapestries Suguru always bragged about were now reduced to charred and shredded remnants, hanging in tatters.

Almost losing your balance as the bannisters were shattered. The man despite being responsible for the destruction in front of you grabbed your wrist to steady you as if by instinct.

The silverware and crystal shattered into a thousand pieces and scattered across the room, mixing with the sanguine and sticky fluid.

“Look, I’ll show you.” Toji said gruffly, you could’ve sworn there was a smirk on his lips.

It was easy to say that you wanted Suguru dead. He had caused you immense pain and suffering over the past few months.

But as Toji crouched down beside the pallid corpse, bunching a fistful of familiar charcoal flowing locks, terror struck your system.

It hadn’t been too long but the sight of his lifeless face caused tremors to wrack through your entire body. You lost balance and scrambled away.

“He was a pretty boy, mhm? Most spoilt heiresses I know get shipped off to some balding gramps.“ Toji chuckled darkly.

“…What’s the game plan here?” You questioned.

Thankful to be walking and amongst nature. Nobody would’ve thought almost an hour ago you were being taunted with the face of your dead husband by your kidnapper.

But you took it in stride.

“Eh? What’s it to you?”

“You might as well tell me.”

“You talk too much,” Toji muttered under his breath.

Night soon fell. He had let it slip this was at the fault of your father. You simply agreed.

Your father’s ruthless and callous actions had angered people over the years, and it was never out of the ordinary for the women and children to take the brunt for it.

“I’m not spoilt.” You said suddenly as Toji attempted to alight the firewood.

“Eh?” He responded. “That castle you were shacked up in begs to differ, princess.”

“You think just cos I was in that fancy place I was having a whale of a time? It was hell.”

“My heart weeps for you, it really does. But you have no idea how entitled you sound, rabbiting on to somebody like me.” He said harshly as he stood up from the log.

“We got a hell of a journey, tomorrow. So get some rest.” He settled on as he shed his armor off, slumping at the base of the oak tree to sleep.

The sickening sound of metal impaling flesh. It took you a moment to register that Toji had been caught off guard, and stabbed.

You froze as he sank to his knees and blood gushed from his stomach and splattered your emerald green dress.

“…Toji?!” You mustered out.

“Get the hell out of here!” He bellowed.

Shaking your head vigorously, you stepped closer to him. It was stupid, yes. You had no sword in his fight (quite literally) but you saw no reason to abandon him.

“What are you doing?!” He cried out before he succumbed to coughing out blood.

“I’m staying with you!”

“Are you crazy, woman?”

Tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Yes. I am.”

“There’s no arguing with you.” He grumbled, shaking his head.

You felt the same hand that had stabbed Toji attempt to drag you away.

“Lord Sukuna’s been looking for you all over the place.” The man guffawed as he wrenched your jaw. “Such a pretty little thing. Maybe I should keep you for myself-”

The man immediately released his grip on you and howled in pain as he instantly collapsed.

Ogling the scene, it seemed as if Toji had summoned the little that was left of his strength and chopped through the man’s ankle.

He released the most blood-curdling shriek you ever had heard from a grown man as you gaped at it all.

Yet more men came. It was endless.

You were going to be sentenced to your father’s wrath and fury. You knew he would blame you for this entire debacle.

He’d probably laugh at the fact you were considered a pawn when you truly meant nothing to him.

Crawling next to where Toji was bleeding out on the grassy land, you stroked his cheek.

“I thought I told you to get lost.” Toji muttered, losing blood rapidly.

“Thank you for everything…” You murmured as you snatched the dagger from his pouch.

“Y/N…what the hell are you doing..?” Toji gasped out, visibly frightened as you brought the blade to your throat.

“You’ve made me the happiest I’ve been…in a very long time.”

His eyes widened as the abhorrent sound of flesh being sliced filled his ears, blood gushing all over him as your body slumped over his chest.

It took him a moment.

You took your own life just to avoid going back there. The body temperature dwindling away.

Gone.

All Toji could do was bawl as your blood seeped through his clothes and mixed with his own. His fingers digging into your dress.

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