Smut, 18+, Mdni

thinking about... d1 athlete!toji who can't believe he has such a beautiful and intelligent girlfriend.

toji worships the ground you walk on. you're so fucking perfect, from the way you support his career to the way you stay up late waiting for him to return from away games. you've met him at the airport many times, all bright eyed and holding flowers for him. people have posted about the two of you so many times, saying just how well you treat each other. you’re the epitome of couple goals even if you do spend a decent amount of time explaining to your boyfriend that you’re here for him. always.

toji refuses to let you go. he's heard the horror stories of wag's being impatient with their partners or cheating on them because of feelings of neglect. you're the most patient person he's ever met, and he's the most impatient person you've ever met. you're patient because you grew up that way, toji's impatient because he's never had enough time. so, you allow him to be. toji knows how incredibly lucky he is because not only are you beautiful, patient, and possibly the best thing to happen to him, but you're damn near a genius. you made the president's list last year and are aiming to continue your streak this year.

toji's reminded how lucky he is when he makes eye contact with you after scoring. when he's running to the sideline to press a kiss to your lips, green eyes alight with mischief and adrenaline from running down the field. he's also reminded when he comes back from a rough game with grit teeth and unshed tears of anger in his eyes. toji's never believed in showing his emotions so openly, but when you press a kiss to his cheek and relay every single thing he did right to to him it's hard not to cry.

you're perfect. and he doesn't mean this because you're his girlfriend, his first real one since he was an asshole in high school.

if it makes toji feel better, you think he’s also perfect. you struggled with relationships in high school because you felt like you weren’t seen beyond your intelligence. everyone wanted to be seen with you for the purpose of having a popular girlfriend, never for your personality or your heart. you were sweet in high school, don’t get me wrong. but you were a party favor to them, a trophy of sorts. toji's the first to make you feel seen and valued.

it was so surprising when you met toji in your intro to psych lecture. he sat beside you, all big and muscly barely fitting in the desk. he didn’t speak much at first, but as the assignments grew harder he needed help to pass and continue playing. so, he made friends with you. toji wouldn’t lie, he originally started talking to you because he thought you were hot. he knew you wouldn’t fuck him immediately and he wasn’t in the mood to play the long game. so for the first time in his life he tried to make an actual friend. it was a random decision to him, but this ended up meaning so much more to you.

you had no idea who toji was. as far as you knew, he was a random gym rat that was majoring in something like kinesiology (ouch) to get by and become a coach. while his major was kinesiology, toji and everyone around him knew he was going to the league after graduation. this wouldn’t matter in the long run. he’s here to play ball, but if he learns then he learns. and somehow, after knowing you for a year, toji finds himself wanting to learn.

you've made him smarter while he shows you that you're loved. your heart feels so full when you leave class to see toji lingering outside of the door. your heart warms when he abandons his teammates to catch up to you with a little smile on his lips. he always presses a kiss to your temple, asking how your lecture went or how your day was. toji makes time for you no matter what he has going on, and that's why you feel so valued by him. he's so busy as a football player. he has to deal with the media, practice, games, and even maintaining the image for your school. but still, at the end of the day, he returns to your apartment to keep you company while you study.

at the end of the day, he'll always be relived knowing he's coming home to you. he'll watch you with all of your books sprawled on the floor, glasses on and hair barely pulled back. he'll always come home because you are home. you've changed his life in just a year, and he wouldn't have it any other way. to everyone on campus toji's some sort of myth. the demon on their football team that racks up insane stats.

but to you, he's just your lover.

Toji’s behind you again. He always is for some reason. One second you’re grabbing something from the top shelf, the next you feel his big hands on your waist, his hips flush against your ass like he owns you or something.

“Still walking around in those little shorts, huh?” he mutters, dragging his fingers down your sides. His voice is low, rough and practically dripping with want. “Y’know, what that does to me, baby”

You gasp when he rocks into you— slowly but roughly. You can feel how hard his cock is through his sweatpants. His hands are already slipping under your shirt and he’s mouthing along your neck now, all needy and fucking shameless.

“Five minutes,” he breathes warm against your skin. “Just lemme bend you over real quick— right here”.

You’re about to respond— half breathless and laughing because of how needy he is when a door creaks open down the hall.

“Dad, have you seen—”.

Megumi’s voice cuts through the kitchen. Silence.

Toji’s hands freeze on your waist. You freeze too, staring wide-eyed at the floor, blood rushing to your cheeks.

Megumi stands there, holding an empty water bottle, staring like he just walked into the worst possible timeline. His expression is absolutely horrified like he’s seen a ghost.

“Dude. Seriously?” he groans, immediately rolling his eyes and turning around. “In the kitchen?”.

Toji doesn’t miss a beat. One hand casually drops from your waist, and the other scratches the back of his neck, completely unbothered.

“What? You knocked?”

“I live here!”

“Then get used to seeing a man in love,” Toji shrugs, already leaning back into you like nothing happened.

You try to wriggle away, completely mortified, but Toji just pulls you in tighter, grinning against your cheek.

“He’ll get over it”.

more husband sukuna ooooo oooooo ooooooOOOo

Sukuna, your husband, was a menace to society to say the least. Not only because he was a dangerous, bordering on two meters tall, tattooed, muscular guard dog who's eyes would kill if they could, but also, because he was extremely judgemental.

Going outside with him was an actual nightmare. Always having critiques for everything. Food? Too salty. Drinks? Too watery. Places? Too dirty. Clothes? Too itchy. Everything in the world was fauled in his eyes. Specially people. The cashier at the store? Too slow. The waitress at a restaurant? Too ugly. That old lady standing at the bus stop? Too old.

But with you, with you it was entirely different.

Nothing you did could be wrong in his eyes. Of course you were perfect, after all you were none other than his wife. If he chose to marry you was because you were nothing short of perfect. Every part from your appearance to your personality was perfect in his eyes. And as such, his critical personality... softened.

And people tell you about it. His friends, your friends, your family. He was too critical of everyone, but you have never felt so. Not even when you were dating did you get a single complaint from his part... at least about yourself.

So you decide to test your theory. With a plate of deliberately salty pasta.

"It's perfect." He says while chewing, uninterestedly scrolling through his phone. And your jaw drops.

"It's salty." You say, palms clashing with the table, making it shake a little. And he takes another bite, staring right into your eyes, as if defying that claim.

"Is it now?" He asks, a satisfied grin over his face, canines showing as he chews, bites. "I think this might be one of the best dishes ever made."

"Sukuna!" You say, still in shock. And he chuckles.

"Sweetheart," He answers back, standing up, plate empty. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "You'll have to try harder to drive me out of my mind."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ᡣ𐭩 content — baby fever!satoru. fluff-ish/angst.

baby fever!satoru who's accepted that you don't want kids. and, really, he gets it. you're young, you like where your job's at. where your life is at. so, okay, no kids.

baby fever!satoru has you, anyways. he'll be okay.

baby fever!satoru who can't get it out of his mind. he'd leave jujutsu for it. for a little, mushy baby. one that has his eyes, and your hair. his nose, and your smile. he can't get it out of his mind, a little person, a combination of you and him.

baby fever!satoru who likes to go to parks, to stare at kids. and, god, he knows that's creepy. that there are laws in place for people like him, okay? but, he can't help it.

baby fever!satoru who's favorite part is watching them interact with their parents. after they make it down a slide, and run straight into their mother's arms. or, when their dad pushes them up, up, and up on a swing.

baby fever!satoru who can only sit by himself on the bench, a ghost of a smile on his face.

baby fever!satoru who always feels guilty. you're his everything, and he's so lucky to have you. why is he being selfish? why does he need more? he has it all, doesn't he? he's rich, good-looking, and has a wonderful girl.

baby fever!satoru who hates that, sometimes, everything isn't quite enough.

baby fever!satoru who comes home one day, after running into nanami, and his family. his wife. his newborn baby. his happy, complete family.

baby fever!satoru who can't stop thinking about how content nanami had looked, like he'd found that last puzzle piece.

baby fever!satoru who had found that last puzzle piece, he just couldn't have it.

baby fever!satoru who sinks into the sheets, sight blurred with hot tears. "i don't need a baby," he says, voice breaking. "i don't. really. they're stinky. and they poop. they vomit everywhere."

you'd placed your novel aside, shifting on the bed, trying to meet his face. it was buried in the pillow, as he refused to meet your eyes. "oh, baby," you coo. "it's okay. c'mere, it's okay."

you who gave into baby fever!satoru. how could you not? and, god, he thanked you for it everyday.

it was just like baby fever!satoru wished. a beautiful baby girl. she had his eyes, and your hair. his nose, and your smile.

baby fever!satoru who was sobbing in the hospital, getting to hold his daughter for the first time. you cried, too, but because of how happy the love of your life was.

you cry today, too. he wanted this baby, didn't he? so, why would he go leave you with it? you aren't her mother. she isn't your daughter.

she's his, but he's gone.

baby fever!satoru who's only left you with a dream. his dream.

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just imagine, how slow and soft and sensual and sweet the love making would be with monster!sukuna after you (his human lover) ask him to be careful with you. you try to hide your feelings, but you’re so vulnerable and raw and open to him - all defenses down, and he can tell that you’re a little frightened. the smallest part of you is unsure of what he would actually do.

just imagine all the ways in which he would prove you wrong.

inspired by this post!

you going on a work trip was the worst thing that could’ve happened to your little family.

you and girldad!sylus’ little bundle of joy (or, currently, despair) wails in his thick arms, chubby face scrunched up as big, sad tears stream down her flushed cheeks.

he tries to bounce her, follows all of the motions you usually do: cooing, rocking, bouncing, taking numerous laps around that expansive house, putting on that white noise machine that usually has her out in minutes.

nothing is working.

sylus is resilient — if something is wrong, he’s determined to fix it. the deep(er) bags under his eyes are evident of that. issue is, his little girl is just as resilient, if not more so.

the n109 zone’s princess is beyond displeased, and it’s obvious why, because he feels the same way: she misses you.

they both miss you.

he heaves a quiet sigh. “it’s okay, it’s okay, sweetie. papa’s here. and mama will be home soon, hm? she’ll play with you and sing to you and—”

he stops.

wait. duh. sylus can just sing.

babies don’t know what vocal keys are, right? and when you sing, it always soothes that viscous little temper of hers, screeching cries wilting down to tiny sniffles and happy coos.

he’ll just follow your lead.

sylus shifts his darling girl in his arms, tucking her a little close to his face and chest. his brain flips through an endless list of songs, filtering out the ones that would be most effective and appropriate.

he picks out a tune he knows you sing often and gently clears his throat. it’s now or never.

if this doesn’t work . . he doesn’t know what will.

sylus starts to hum, low in his throat and definitely off-key. it sounds nothing like your heavenly voice, and while he knows it, he really hopes his lovely little girl won’t.

her cries stutter to a pause, wide, teary crimson eyes locking onto sylus’ weary pair, and her hands loosen from their angry fists.

. . .

it’s working. she’s not crying, and—

slap!

one tiny hand comes up to cover his mouth, stubby brows furrowed in a way that scarily resembles a certain wife.

your daughter starts to babble, as if she’s scolding him for such horrendous singing. well. he never claimed to be beyoncé, now did he?

but it did work, his pride be damned.

she stops crying, the bright red flush slowly starting to leave her round cheeks as sylus trudges his way back to the nursery and sets her down in her crib.

he wastes no time pulling his phone out and calling you, using one big hand to push his glasses up and rub at his face as he plops down in the rocking chair.

“. . hello?”

your voice sends a jolt of energy through him like he just snorted a line of coke, and he looks up at the phone screen, greeted by the sight of your worried face and the blurred background of your hotel room. “what’s wrong?”

he chuckles, a weary sound that does jack shit to convince you. “nothing, beloved, it’s just . . our daughter is very opinionated, yes?”

you sigh, but a small smile creeps onto your face regardless. “really? what’d she do now?”

you two talk until sylus’ eyelids get unbearably heavy, his responses teetering off into quiet “mhms” and “yeahs” and “mms”. if you listen hard enough, you can even hear the faint snores of your darling babygirl. and you’ve only been on the phone for fifteen minutes.

“goodnight, sylus.”

❥ tied him down to my queen bed!

“fuuuck, baby—”

never in toji fushiguro’s thirty-eight years of living has he let himself get tied up. not during jobs, always too quick and nimble to even let them get close, nor when he was sleeping around. he was always on top, always the one tying them down and fucking them silly.

yet here he is, thick wrists and ankles bound to the posts of your bedframe, legs spread just for you. he can’t help it, not when you’re bouncing on his dick like a see-saw, a repetitive up and down that has those lightning veins dragging through your gooey insides.

“mmmgh, s-shit,” he moans, and it teeters off into a breathy chuckle, practically drowning in feigned confidence. even now, toji still wants to save face with that wobbly smirk on his face, though you definitely know better.

god, he feels like a teenager again, balls heavy and aching cock sensitive to every slight flutter and suctioning clamp of your sweet pussy. it’s like you’ve cast a spell on him, made him weak to your soft touches, the gentle bat of your long lashes, the feeling of your reverent lips peppering his face in endless kisses whenever he returns from a job.

that’s precisely how he ended up like this, tied down to your bed with just a small pout of your glossy lips and a few low, choice words whispered into his ear that’d had his pants instantly growing tight.

it hasn’t even been ten minutes, and toji’s ready to cum. you see it in the way his eyes keep fluttering like he’s having to fight the urge to let them roll back, how his hips don’t stop bucking up into you, shoving his dick in deep enough to create that perfect, cylindrical bulge in your tummy that has him drooling with endless moans and barely bitten off whimpers.

“c’mon, doll, un... mmf— untie me.” his hands flex, testing the barely sufficient restraints. “lemme f-fuck you right. that’s what ya want, y-yeah? jus’ untie me, baby, hah—”

you shake your head, hands on his chest as you up your pace, a familiar pressure building low in your spine. “you p-promised, toji.”

he did promise, he knows that, and he hates breaking them, but with the way you’re now swiveling your hips in torturous figure-eights, snug cunt milking him for all he’s worth, he is genuinely not gonna last.

“baby, pleaseee? you feel s-so fucking good, toji, god—” your voice is as sweet as ever, making the thick walls around toji’s mind melt into goopy, lovesick puddles and his balls draw up tight.

he doesn’t mean to cum before you, honest, but when you’re talking to him like that and riding him so good, he can’t help but pump thick, hot ropes of cum right into your womb, jaw slack for a long, whiny groan.

you don’t even get the chance to process the tears in his eyes before the ropes snap, two big hands coming down on your waist and flipping you right onto your back.

“toji, hnngh, wait—!”

your boyfriend just gives a rough shake of his head, the ropes sliding free from his wrists and ankles as he hikes your legs around his waist. his dark fringe falls in front of his face, and, for a foolish moment, you think he’s going to listen.

but toji has never been good at being submissive for long, even with you.

with a rough snap of his hips, he slams home, pushing that previous load of cum even deeper. “n-nah. ‘s my turn now.”

𝐄𝐗-𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

ex-husband!toji who was devastated when you asked for a divorce but knew it was gonna end up that way. the way he acted like he never cared, always acting sassy towards you even on the days he knew there was something wrong with you on that day. he didn't know that all that would lead up to you eventually wanting a divorce. he denied at first but after thinking it through, he knew it was for the best.

ex-husband!toji who cried himself to sleep the first few months after you had left. the house never felt so empty and quiet. the bed was so warm and everything looked so dull. he missed your warm touch, your weird but cute laugh, the stupid jokes you would tell him when you were getting too sleepy. and now all of that was gone. all because of his ignorance, his negligence. he had finally found happiness with you and he fucked it up. his heart aching whenever he though of you.

ex-husband!toji who resorted to drinking to full all the emotions he was feeling. wasting all of his money on alcohol, but it still didn't help. because even in his drunken state, he still acknowledge you as the love of his life. the one who was able to fix him. him getting a little sober when he comes back to his place calling your name and then remembering that you're gone.

ex-husband!toji who got a little too exited when you called him telling him that you left some important things. his heart is beating rapidly in his chest, a wide smile etched on his face as he hopes you don't get a hint of it either. as much as he wants you back, he does not want to appear too desperate.

ex-husband!toji who's hand was shaking when you rang the doorbell. he opened the door to see you looking as stunning as possible, while he felt like shit. he had heavy bags under his eyes, his beard disheveled and his eyes slightly red form the alcohol in his system and from crying.

ex-husband!toji who persuaded you to stay a little longer and have a chat. and was shocked that you agreed. it was kind of awkward at first, but the years of knowing each other didn't go to waste. you talked about the new place you got, and how you felt during your marriage, getting to understand your side and realizing what an asshole he was to you. but at least now he doesn't feel so lonely. at least today he can go to bed knowing that he got to have you close to him, even if it was only for about an hour.

ex-husband!toji who you agreed to stay friends with because you still cared about him. there were many memories of the both of you happy and in love, acting like complete fools, memories that still put a smile on your face. he was quite the experience, but circumstances made you let go. it was better for the both of you. but of course staying friends is not a big deal.

ex-husband!toji who slowly started getting his life back on track. shaving his stubble regularly, keeping the house clean, arranging his wardrobe and drinking way less that he was as well as working extra hard on his job so he can earn a lot of money and buy himself or you something nice. because at least he didn't fuck up that bad, right...?

ex-husband!toji who became a better person in general, to maintain your relationship. in hopes of trying to get you back. slowly, it was a process. getting you to trust him, just like the first time and making you realize that you miss him and being with him just as much as he does and eventually confessing your feelings to him like the first time. it was genius, really.

ex-husband!toji who gets heart broken when he finds out you've moved on. moved on to a guy more handsome, younger, richer and clearly treats you better than he ever did. he's stunned when you introduce them to one another, not knowing what to say. a fake wobbly smile is plastered on his face as he shakes hands with your new man. he congratulates you. what else is there to say? but he realizes now that he's lost you. there was no chance you were ever going to be together again. nome at all...

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