Someone Please Direct Me To The Filthiest Toji And/or Sukuna Smut Fics Known To Man. Please And Thankssss

someone please direct me to the filthiest toji and/or sukuna smut fics known to man. Please and thankssss😘

uncomfortable elevator ride with husband sukuna

In your five years of being in a relationship with Sukuna, there are a lot of unspoken rules—little things you just do for each other without even thinking about it. He always covers your eyes when there’s a bright light because he knows about your migraines. He knows you hate folding clothes, so he never asks you to. He always eats your leftovers (you both know they’re his at this point). You know he hates doing the dishes, hates dying his hair every time it fades, and absolutely despises when people stare at him—or worse, at you. There’s just a long list of things, small habits and annoyances, that you’ve both memorized.

But there’s one thing that stands out: every time you're in an elevator together, it's an unspoken dare to make the ride as uncomfortable as possible for everyone else. It started a few years ago when you were both staying at a hotel and overheard a dad telling his kid he was adopted in the most awkward elevator conversation ever. The kid started crying, and it was one of those moments that was so uncomfortable, it was hilarious. You two laughed about it for days.

Since then, it’s been a tradition. Every elevator ride is an opportunity to top the last one, and it’s become your favorite inside joke. You’ll whisper ridiculous things to each other loud enough for everyone else to hear, pretending to argue or making up absurd stories. Sukuna’s deep voice just makes it all the better—he can make anything sound serious, and you have to hold back your laughter the whole time.

Sometimes, he’ll say something like, “I told you, the bodies are in the trunk. We’ll deal with them after dinner,” or you’ll gasp dramatically and go, “I can't believe you didn’t tell me you were married this whole time!” Watching people try not to react is the best part.

It’s never anything mean, just the perfect way to make elevator rides with strangers a little too awkward to forget. And the minute the doors close and you’re alone again, you both crack up like it's the funniest thing in the world.

You were at the hospital, days away from your due date, heavily pregnant with your first child. It had been the happiest, yet most stressful time in both your lives. You and Sukuna had been married for three years, and now you were about to become parents. Despite the nerves, you were excited.

But as you stepped into the elevator, the familiar gleam of mischief sparked in your eyes. Sukuna caught that little smirk on your face, and in that moment, he knew he was completely screwed.

You had that look—the one that always meant trouble. Even in your pregnant, about-to-pop state, you were ready to cause chaos. Sukuna let out a soft groan, already sensing what was about to happen.

The elevator started moving, and after a few seconds of awkward silence, you kicked off the drama with a loud, exaggerated sob. Everyone in the elevator shifted uncomfortably, trying to pretend they weren’t paying attention. Then, after a few more moments of tense quiet, you upped the ante.

“When are you going to tell your wife and kids about us?!” you screamed, causing heads to turn. You could barely keep a straight face as you continued, “You said you were going to divorce her for me, but here I am, still pregnant and single!”

Sukuna’s eyes widened as people started staring, some of them awkwardly looking away, others pretending to check their phones but clearly eavesdropping. He could barely contain himself, biting his lip to stop from bursting into laughter.

Sukuna didn’t miss a beat. “Babe,” he groaned in the most exaggerated, over-the-top tone, rubbing his temples, “how can you be single when you’re still married to my father? You haven’t even divorced him yet!”

The entire elevator froze. The woman in the back audibly gasped, and a guy near the front nearly dropped his phone. You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing, holding onto your belly for dear life.

One guy started coughing, clearly trying to hide his shock. You felt the eyes on you as if everyone was desperately trying to figure out if this was real or some sort of bizarre prank.

You huffed dramatically, throwing in one last twist. “I told you, I’m going to divorce him! It’s complicated!” you cried, crossing your arms over your belly in mock frustration.

Sukuna chuckled, pulling you into a warm embrace. “It’s okay, baby. If anything, it’s good this way. My baby can be my brother. Think about it!” he teased, leaning down to give you a sweet kiss.

The way he said it, with that serious tone and playful grin, made the whole situation feel even more ridiculous. As you both started making out loudly, the other elevator passengers shuffled to the corners, giving you a wide berth. It was like an awkward little bubble of chaos just for the two of you.

By the time the elevator doors finally opened, the poor strangers practically ran out, desperate to escape the uncomfortable scene. The moment you were alone again, you and Sukuna collapsed against the walls, laughing so hard it hurt.

You laughed so hard that suddenly, you felt a warm rush. It was as if the universe was in on the joke, and you couldn’t help but laugh even harder. “Oh no, Sukuna!” you gasped, clutching your belly. “I think I just—”

Before you could finish your sentence, a contraction hit you like a wave. Your laughter turned into a surprised gasp, and Sukuna’s eyes widened.

“Wait, is it really happening?” he asked, half-amused and half-panicked.

“Yeah, it is!” you replied, still giggling between breaths.

As the contractions intensified, you both found it hard to stop laughing. It felt surreal to be in this moment of joy and anticipation, with your laughter echoing off the hospital walls.

Sukuna grinned, trying to keep things light despite the growing urgency. “I guess we’re really about to welcome our little brother!” he said, his voice filled with mock seriousness, despite the reality of the situation.

After hours of blood, sweat, and tears (BTS, baby!), you finally welcomed your sweet baby boy, Yuji, into the world. The moment the doctor placed him in your arms, the chaos of the past hours faded into a serene bliss.

“Look at him!” you gasped, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks as you gazed at the tiny bundle swaddled in soft blankets. Yuji’s little pink face squished up in a way that made your heart swell.

Sukuna leaned over, his expression softening as he peered at your son. “He’s got my hair,” he joked, pointing at the wispy pink strands already sticking up in every direction. “And just look at those muscles!”

You chuckled through your tears, swiping at your cheek with the back of your hand. “You do realize he’s a newborn, right? All babies have ‘muscles’—they’re just fat rolls!”

Sukuna nodded, his grin widening. “Yeah, but those rolls are going to be legendary. Just you wait!”

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in another timeline and universe sukuna is a happy man with wife and kid and making dad jokes on the elevator to embarrass tf out of his kids.

gege knew what he was doing when he created choso

i’d lick a hole right through kuna’s plate🥵

I’m LICKING that plate clean

credit to @girlhoodprincess on ig

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feel most my oomfs follow this page but I deleted my account, I’m tired of the criticism and hate I receive that I try to ignore. and I’m so busy that idk that I’d have time to write anymore really, I’m keeping everything up on ao3 and if I choose to write then I choose to write. Writing is something I do for fun because I enjoy it and being on this app has diminished that nearly entirely. Anyways thank y’all for being so kind and I wish you all the best. I’m deleting this app cause I just don’t care to be on it anymore 🩷

Thank you, Gege Akutami, for sexualizing men so I can follow in your footsteps.