Nicotine Dream || S. Geto

nicotine dream || s. geto

❦ suguru geto x sorcerer reader

❦ oneshot

follow up to cigarettes in the theater. can be read separately but makes the most sense to read this first.

❝ suguru geto, wanted criminal. you, his accomplice. it's not a life you ever wished for, nor a life you ever dreamed of and night after night you find yourself numb. to the world, to your lover's actions. you're not sure you recognize yourself anymore, but your lover longs to find you and bring you back, no matter what that means for him. ❞

❦ warnings ; no pronouns used. angst. hurt/comfort. pet names (angel, sweetheart, darling, love). use of cigarettes. graphic descriptions of death and injury. mentions of being unable to eat. heavy subject matter discussed.

❦ words ; 3.5k.

masterlist || cigarettes in the theater

The cool night air does little to soothe the storm taking place in your mind. Though the doubts come less often, you can’t shake the constant ‘what ifs’ that seem to plague your mind.

Night after night, your mind is a constant turmoil that’s leaving you with dark circles under your eyes that your boyfriend is not oblivious to. Of course he asks whether you’re okay, but you can’t even answer that question for yourself, how are you meant to answer him?

Like a cycle, you wonder if you’re broken.

You wonder if maybe, just maybe, in another life, in another world, in another timeline, maybe you could have prevented this whole ordeal. Maybe you could have taken less missions and been the rock he needed. Maybe you could have reached out to Satoru to get his help in supporting Suguru.

With a sigh, you lean over the railing of the balcony outside your bedroom just a few halls down from the cult, rubbing your hands over your face in exasperation.

You know there’s no use in looking back on what could have been.

You’re happy now, after all. You’re happy, right?

You have two daughters now and you still have Suguru, your entire world revolves around those three.

Yet even now after a few months with them, you never found a sense of normalcy. You feel as though you wander the halls avoiding the reality of Suguru’s new occupation, shutting yourself out of the happenings around you.

Leaning further over the railing, you stare down at the grass below you, damp from the prior day’s rain. It glistens beneath the moonlight, each drop of dew sparkling in the same way Suguru’s eyes do when he spots you.

The dark circles beneath his eyes slowly faded, all the while yours darkened. Suguru is a smart man, he’s no fool to the way his lifestyle is slowly breaking you just as your old lifestyle had broken him.

You aren’t meant for one another, it’s the cold and harsh reality of the world around you. There’s no world where life is perfect and you and Satoru were there when he needed you most, calming the tempest raging around him. There’s no world where you left Jujutsu Tech to pursue normal careers and live happily ever after.

The cruel reality of life is that there is only one world, and it’s a world where you can’t be happy with those you love most.

It’s that same cruel reality that plagues you with images of blood dripping down old theater seats, pained screams surrounding you, all while you’re rooted in place, numb.

“Nana and Mimi said I might find you out here,” your boyfriend hums, coming up behind you. You don’t move, your gaze steady as it stays tied to the flora below you. “I didn’t mean for you to get tied up in my work, angel.”

You swallow hard, letting out a shaky breath. You can’t say for sure how long you’ve been out here but given how high the moon has risen, it must be hours at this point. Time doesn’t pass all the same when your thoughts rage within your mind.

You wonder how many hours it’s been since Suguru didn’t think twice about killing a follower. She had no longer been of use to him, her pockets emptied, her begging all for naught as a curse with little more power than a flyhead latched to her and began to tear at her skin.

Your knuckles go white as you grip at the railing, the thought too fresh in your mind, the sight too horrific. Your stomach churns and you close your eyes, swallowing down bile in your throat as you fail to keep the feeling of wretching from rising in your throat.

Nanako and Mimiko, the two young girls rescued by Suguru who you’ve come to see as your own daughters, had ushered you away from the sight upon seeing your horrified figure. How they were able to withstand the sight so easily while it was enough to claw the very contents of your stomach straight from your organs, you don’t know.

Suguru takes another step towards you, patient as ever, as his hand finds your back. He moves his palm up and down your spine soothingly and the action calms your raging stomach finally as you loosen your grip on the railing and rub your hands roughly over your face again.

When you still don’t say anything, Suguru speaks up again.

“I’m breaking you, aren’t I?”

Slowly, you find the courage to meet his gaze.

His expression is solemn. His hair is worn up in a half bun and navy robes drape over his body. It suits him in a way his position as the head of a cult does not. Suguru was the kindest of you all. He lacked Satoru’s narcissism, Shoko’s nonchalance, and your self-doubt.

So why, all these months later, is it him you’re staring at, unbeknownst to the blood that stains his white collar?

You don’t know what to say. Any words, any explanation you could possibly have of what you’re feeling died several months ago.

September of 2007, to be exact.

Your lip trembles, your eyes burn, but your tears won’t fall. You have nothing left to give.

Suguru mutters a curse under his breath, taking your hands so carefully, so tenderly, in his own that it almost brings you back to the day when he first asked to take you out for a coffee.

It all seems like a lifetime away now, but his touch eases your doubt for the briefest of moments as you’re transported back to a moment so dear to you.

Should you still hold it so close to your heart given where you are now?

Maybe it’s all a pathetic attempt at holding onto the fragments of what once was.

The room is silent as Suguru leads you to the bed, gently urging you to sit at its edge as he follows suit, examining your eyes. They’re distant, just as your mind is, lost in a sea of thoughts that’s grown so familiar you can traverse it without a map, without so much as even a north star. Yet that same sea doesn’t seem to have an end. There is no beach to wash up on in the mornings when the thoughts subside, there is no lighthouse to guide you out.

You’re lost.

“Sweetheart,” Suguru urges quietly, moving a hand so softly, so quietly, up to your cheek that you aren’t certain this is all real. It almost feels like a dream.

A nightmare in which you can’t wake up.

“You weren’t meant to see that,” Suguru sighs, his eyes flickering shut as he leans his forehead against yours. He knows you’re listening, this is far from the first time he’s found you in such a state, and far from the last, too.

This is the worst it’s been in a long while, though.

He knows you keep yourself occupied with homeschooling the girls and taking care of them when he cannot, but he sees now that it isn’t enough to stave off the thoughts that scare you the most.

Little do you know, it’s those thoughts that terrify him to his very core.

He knows this isn’t a world for you. He knows you stay for him, for Nanako and Mimiko.

He also knows you stay out of fear. Fear of losing him again, fear of seeing him spiral.

Fear that someday, if you were to return to Jujutsu Tech, you may have to kill him.

Suguru wouldn’t dare in a million years to bring you harm, there’s no world where he wouldn’t allow you to end him, however he wouldn’t wish that upon you. Not now, not ever. Not even if you grew to resent him, because if there’s one thing he knows and believes to his very soul, it’s that your love for him never waned.

As news broke of the events in the village, your words differed from those of others who tried to contact him.

As Satoru asked if it was true, as Shoko wondered what was in the water at the village, you only asked him to come home. You told him you were worried. You told him you loved him. You told him that together you could fix things.

His eyes flicker open as he admires your features, his breath fanning your face as he holds you like you’re all he knows.

“I need you to know something.” His voice is barely a whisper, loud enough for only you to hear. “I love you. More than anything, angel.”

Your hands finally move forward, clinging to his robe-covered thighs.

“But I can’t let myself be the one that breaks you. I can’t stand by and watch as you fall apart for me.” His voice is low, calm, but doesn’t carry his usual confidence. He sighs, his strikingly gorgeous eyes trailing down to your hands gripping to him for purchase.

He can’t stand it. Can’t stand the way his lifestyle has turned you into someone you struggle to recognize in a mirror.

You’re still as stunning and gorgeous as the day he met you and he still loves you more than life itself, but the bright look in your eyes is gone. It’s been gone for months now and he’s been fighting to admit it to himself.

Because to admit that you aren’t yourself anymore is to admit that Suguru has broken you, and neither of you are prepared to face that reality, even right now as it stares you in the face.

Why is this cruel reality so beautiful? With long, flowing raven hair and kind eyes that reflect an unspoken adoration that no words can truly do justice to.

“I love you, Suguru,” you barely manage to whisper the words, your voice broken and laid bare before him just as your soul is.

“I love you too, angel, and that’s why I think I need to let you go.” His voice doesn’t just lack confidence this time around, it wavers as he struggles to keep his emotions in check to be strong for your sake.

Your lip trembles, your jaw tensing as your muscles clench from the effort to keep your sobs at bay. “Where am I meant to go, Sugu?”

He kisses your forehead softly. “You never did anything wrong, darling. Go find Satoru. He’ll help you.”

You stare down at your hands, shaking as you cling to him. “I can’t. I’m your accomplice. I’ll be killed.”

Suguru hadn’t seen the news that you were sentenced to death by the higher-ups, too preoccupied with his cult. He’s no stranger to his actions having consequences, but he had been too caught up in his love for you to realize that he had done the one thing he vowed to never do.

He’d hurt you.

Hell, he’d trapped you. Trapped you here, with him, with nowhere left to go.

Still, you don’t resent him or hate him as you should, you show him and the girls only kindness and endless love.

He hates himself for it.

He leans back, staring out at the balcony as he reaches a hand beneath his robes and pulls out a box of cigarettes. A habit he never managed to kick.

As he lights it and slips the box over to you, watching as you take the nicotine and allow him to light it with practiced fingers, he realizes this whole situation is painfully familiar. Like clockwork, you’re reliving the night from the theater.

As a puff of smoke rises into the air before him, his chest rises and falls, pulling his robes taut as he takes a deep breath. He allows the nicotine to calm him, to silence his mind for even a moment.

As you follow suit, you feel yourself coming back down to earth. It’s a fleeting moment, one that will soon be masked by numbness, but you’re grateful nonetheless when you finally meet Suguru’s gaze. He doesn’t feel like a distant memory that you long for, he’s here before you and he serves as your reminder of why you chose him in the first place.

You love Suguru Geto. Through and through, no matter what it means. No matter what it makes you.

Even if you don’t like the person it’s made you.

Even if you don’t recognize the person it’s made you.

“I’m where I want to be, Sugu,” you whisper in your clarity, staring down at the singed paper balanced delicately between your fingers.

His eyes examine you, taking in your shaking figure, the way your eyes seem to sink into your skull. He’s no stranger to the fact that you struggle to eat at times as well.

“If that’s the truth,” he begins, “then you need to tell me how to be better.”

Sadness washes over your expression. “You’re perfect for me,” you tell him with a wry smile.

“Then tell me why you're looking at me like that.”

You bring a hand up to meet his face, the faintest trace of stubble scratching your palm. “I think in another world I would have liked to work with you at a little shop.”

His expression falls as he averts his gaze.

All through his own carelessness, he’s created a world where your desires are impossible. You won’t ever know the peace you crave, simply because at your core, at the end of it all, you long for him more than you long to be at Jujutsu Tech, more than you long to have a simple office job.

His love for you will be your undoing, and he made no effort to prevent it.

He’s too late to save you.

“I would have liked that, my love,” he assures you softly, making an effort to keep his voice even as he struggles with his own inner turmoil.

“I think we would have had a beautiful little plant store.”

His heart sinks further as you describe the peaceful ideal world you’ve created in your head. Of course you would choose something as beautiful as your heart.

He wonders if the reason you always seem distant is because you’re there, at that plant shop, in your own little world in your mind.

He wonders if your favorite flowers line the walls and vines grow across the ceiling. He wonders if the sun shines through the large open window and glimmers in your eyes, a smile spread across your lips. He wonders if you have a little apartment directly above the shop decorated with plants you’ve propagated yourself that prosper from your love and care just as he does.

“Plants, hm? That suits us.”

The faintest of smiles pulls at the corner of your lips. Suguru could be imagining it, for all he knows.

“Would plants make you happier?”

Your eyes fall again to the cigarette slowly emitting smoke in your fingers. The smoke curls and billows as it rises in the air.

“I’m happy with you,” you mumble.

He sighs. “If it were another day, I might believe you.” He shakes his head as you mask your pain. “How long were you out on the balcony?”

Your mouth opens and closes once, twice, three times. Like a goldfish staring out of a tank at a world it doesn’t know.

Suguru hums. “The… incident,” he begins, choosing his words carefully, “was four hours ago, my love.”

You let out a shaky breath as you process his words. As if to spite the nicotine calming your nerves, the ocean of turmoil that had subsided begins to encroach on you again as you feel your chest tighten and your throat close.

“Look at me,” Suguru tells you, taking your chin between his fingers as he gently points your attention back to him. “Look at me and tell me what you need from me,” he whispers.

As if written in the stars, it clicks suddenly. The sea that rages and storms within you may not have the respite you so desired in the form of a beach, but rather in the form of an island, something you had never considered. It’s not a traditional island and the lighthouse that stands tall on top of it isn’t a traditional one either.

Suguru is your island and lighthouse. While the world he longs to change, the world he’s pulled you into with him doesn’t allow for the ideal you desire, he can still keep you afloat and guide you through the dark.

“This… this world isn’t for me,” you begin, unable to tear your gaze from the beauty that is your boyfriend. “But neither was Jujutsu Tech,” you try to assure him. You can’t bear the thought that someday Gojo, Shoko, and Nanami could all be the lifeless corpses you’re forced to stare at just as Haibara once was.

You just need a sense of calm. A sense that the life you live isn’t one filled with regret and shame. One where you have a husband, kids, maybe even a pet. “Can we get a house?”

“A house?” Suguru asks, eyes widened with moderate surprise, but his expression softens as the realization that you just want things to be normal would beg for a house. Of course, he knows you were shaken after you’d seen him kill a member of the cult earlier, so the separation between work and home would surely be good for you, for him, for your relationship. “I think we can make that happen, angel.”

It’s fleeting, gone as fast as it came, but your eyes glimmer with hope. “Yeah?”

Suguru nods, his head tilting briefly as he smiles. “We’ll fill it with plants, how does that sound?”

“I think I’d like that.”

He still hates that he’s trapped you, but he’ll move mountains to make you happy, and if a house will make you happy, he’ll buy you a house.

There’s a bittersweet taste in his mouth at the idea that you’ll stay with him for something so simple when he’s ruined your world. It’s a taste so foul it rivals even that of the curses he eats.

For you, though, the taste is bearable.

Standing in your new place mere weeks later, Suguru’s attention turns to you, sitting in one of the very few chairs you had managed to unpack as sun filters through the windows. You look ethereal as ever and relief courses through him as he’s able to get a good look at you.

The dark circles adorning your eyes are beginning to fade, despite the exhaustion that courses through both of your bones. That exhaustion comes with the idea of moving, he supposes, but as you turn your attention from the two girls running circles around your chair to land on Suguru, he feels like maybe he can still salvage your happiness.

His smile is mirrored on your own features as your lighthouse pulls you further from the ocean that once threatened to drown you.

You can’t ignore his actions, but it also can’t be ignored that you have never once moved to stop him. At the end of it all, you will always be an accomplice to Suguru Geto.

As the girls run from room to room, allowing you a moment with him, Suguru slides down on the chair beside you, encircling his arms around your waist. He kisses your forehead, your nose, lingering on each for a moment, before dipping his head down to meet your lips. He moves a hand from your waist to tilt your chin up to him.

It’s soft, genuine, full of his undying love for you. You return it with fervor, the most he’s seen from you in a long while, and it brings him a sense of ease.

He pulls back quietly, staring deeply into your eyes. Within his own striking irises swirls care, kindness, happiness, and a hint of guilt.

“I love you, darling. Always.”

“I love you too, Suguru.”

Your voice doesn’t hold that familiar hollowness anymore and while you can only hope the glow of happiness you feel now isn’t fleeting, reality will always come knocking at your door. There will always be another storm to rock the waves of your boat, to pull you back under.

Right now though, you’re okay.

You may truly never stop wondering if you’re broken. It’s the reality of the world you live in now, one where you choose to ignore a big part of your life in a desperate attempt at seeking the fleeting flame of happiness with your lover.

Maybe it’s foolish to do such a thing, to push aside reality in hopes that you might find peace with Suguru, but the truth of your world is that there’s no options left for someone like you.

The reality of the world is that you’ll be forced to fight battles within your mind for the rest of your life.

It’s not the reality you wanted, but it’s your life with Suguru and the girls. As your daughters come bounding down the stairs and throw themselves right into your and Suguru’s laps, excited giggles echoing along the walls, your heart swells.

It may be fleeting, but at this moment, you don’t regret your decisions.

masterlist || cigarettes in the theater

❦ a/n ; wanted to give a shoutout to @lostfracturess for inspiring me to continue with this, please go check out nici's content. ♡ i do have an idea for one last part as well if there's interest.

as always, likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated ♡

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You think sukuna is at his best when he’s like this: his body sprawled on top of yours, arms locked around your torso while his cheek stays smushed against your chest, half asleep from the feeling of one of your hands gently carding his hair, messing up the haphazardly styled locks. Your free hand scrolls through your phone, watching whatever videos social media suggests for you, while in the background, midday talk shows mumble softly.

Your hand moves down to gently rub the nape of his neck, where the buzzed hairs are growing a bit longer now. He shivers and burrows deeper against you, and you chuckle, “sorry, baby boy.”

“Don’t call me that, and I know you’re not sorry,” he murmurs drowsily. You scratch your fingers there again, and he grumbles, “I will straight up kill you.”

“Not my fault the big bad sukuna is ticklish there,” you hum.

“I hate that word and you know that,” he hisses. “You’re lucky I’m comfortable, dickhead.”

“You are comfortable,” you hum, resting your phone on your chest to press a kiss to the crown of his head, your arms wrapping around him. He curls in closer, and you chuckle softly. “My cuddly man.”

“I hate when you talk to me.”

You snicker, only to be interrupted by the buzzing of your phone on your chest. You move your arms to answer it, and when you do, immediately, one of his massive paws comes up to grab one of them, pulling it back down. “No.”

“Baby, it’s Choso, I have to answer-“

“Never mention my brother when I’m comfortable,” he interrupts. “Pet my hair more.”

“I will, after I answer this text-“

“No.” He ruts his head against your hand in demand.

You sigh, but ultimately, you’re smiling as you plop your phone back on the couch next to you, settling in for the next god knows how many hours, one hand carding Sukuna’s pink locks, the other arm cradling him close.

“I love you, sukuna,” you whisper.

He hums in acknowledgment, but he presses a small kiss to your chest as a small “love you too” back.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

Toji Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Toji Fushiguro is hired to kill a woman- An absurd amount of money for her head. But she's simply too beautiful for him to not have some fun first.

He forgets about his job until the tables are turned on him.

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (f. and m. receiving), Spitting, Vaginal Fingering, Creampie, Attempted Murder, Toji is a hit man, Mentions of murder and a gun and knife

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Toji doesn’t question any of his jobs as long as the money he’s paid is good. That’s why he didn’t question why someone was willing to pay ten million yen for the head of a twenty-something year old woman. He doesn’t ask much details when he’s about to do a job, just the name and a picture of the person.

When Toji got your picture, he almost felt guilty for even looking at you without your permission. He had never seen someone so drop-dead gorgeous, and he felt tempted to decline the job, thinking that such pure blood couldn’t be on his hands. But he knew your looks have nothing to do with this. With the little information he got, he knew you were a sorcerer. He never got if you were part of a clan or not, or any actual reason for your death, but they wanted you gone.

Toji thinks with his dick a lot, but this wasn’t one of those instances. He felt bad, sure, but he wasn’t going to turn down that much money for a woman he had never met. So he made a plan, and now he sits at a bar, drinking water as he waits for you to step into the place. With some help he figured out what your weekly routine is. And on Fridays you decide to go out for a drink. So he patiently waits for you to enter the place. 

Time feels so slow as he glances at the door, waiting for you to step into the place. It’s still quite early, but he’s been at the same spot for half an hour, not attempting to make conversation with anyone else. A couple of women have come up to him, trying to initiate something, but Toji shrugged them off. He’s only looking for one person, and none of those women are nearly as stunning as you are.

“Waiting for someone?” The bartender asks, and Toji hums in response. He doesn’t share any details though. There’s no need. Toji keeps looking at the door, and his eyes light up when the door opens and you walk through. He’s a minute closer to getting the money he was promised.

His eyes follow your body as you immediately approach a table, walking over to your friends. You wear a little black dress that hugs your body extremely well, it almost makes the man forget why he’s there. You simply look stunning, even better than the picture he was shown, which he didn’t think was possible. But he remembers why he’s here.

He didn’t expect you to meet up with your friends, so he has to slightly change his plans. He tears his eyes off you when you look back, he hadn’t noticed your friends had been looking at him and had begun to point at him. Great, now he just looks like a creep, however, he doesn’t worry too much about it. There’s no need for formalities, really. He could just get you alone, kill you, and bring your body to the person that hired him. That’s what he does every single time but tonight he doesn’t want to do it like that. 

Someone so beautiful deserves a little bit more. It’s a horrible mindset, but Toji is a horrible person.

“Hey.” He hears, and he turns his head to look at you. You’re smiling at him, and he wonders what you’re going to say. You know he was staring at you, yet you don’t look like you’re about to call him out for it. Quite the opposite. “Is this seat taken?”

“No, go ahead.” His voice is stern as he speaks. You notice how he holds a glass of water, or perhaps it’s straight vodka. You’ll never know because you’ll never question it. He watches as you tell the bartender your drink of choice to start off the night. You look at the handsome man that’s next to you before confidently saying,

“My friends told me you were checking me out.” You tell him. Each year you get older and realize there’s no point in holding back. You don’t lose anything by telling him that you find him attractive. Worst he can do is reject you, “And I have to say, you’re very handsome.”

“Hmm… I am?” He raises a brow while he turns to look at you. He licks his lips, once again looking over you. He brings his glass up to his lips and takes a sip, which is when you figure out that it’s water since he had no reaction to the liquid. “What’s your name, darling?”

You tell him your first name, which further confirms he’s got the right woman. You bat your eyelashes at him, hoping he introduces himself without you having to ask. As your glass is placed in front of you, he says, “That’s a very beautiful name.” 

“What’s your name?” You end up asking when he doesn’t introduce himself. You bring your drink up to your lips and begin to sip while you wait for the man to say something. He takes a long time to speak a word. He’s debating if he should use his real name. It wouldn’t be smart for him to do so, but in the end it won’t matter. 

At the end of the night, you’ll be dead.

“Toji.” He answers. You smile at him as you think of what to say next. You really aren’t interested in a conversation, in fact, you only want one thing from him. Of course, you won’t immediately just ask him to leave the place to have sex, you’ll talk to him a bit more.

“I haven’t seen you around here before, Toji.” You say, and the way that his name rolls off your tongue has him hooked. He feels his face get warm, and he can only imagine his cheeks getting a pinkish color, so he turns his face away from you. The lighting of the place isn’t great, yet he’s scared that it’ll be noticeable in the low light. 

“You come here a lot?” He asks, and you end up humming in response. 

“Every Friday night. Just to unwind with friends after a long week.” You share. He didn’t know that detail. He doesn’t usually ask for details, mainly because that makes his victims too human. Toji will do anything for money and he doesn’t feel guilty. But having you tell him something as simple as that won’t make him feel his best about his job. “How about you? Why did you decide to come here?”

“I’m new to the area, and saw this place.” He shares. 

You two begin to converse and find out about each other. You tell him miniscule things about yourself, while he does the same. Majority of the things that he tells you don’t seem genuine though. It’s believable enough, but it just doesn’t seem honest. Yet you don’t care. 

You get lost in insignificant conversation so much so that you don’t feel two hours pass by. You’ve had a little too much to drink by then, and have gotten a bit too touchy with Toji. Your hands are on his arms, and you lightly slap it when he tells a joke that isn’t all that funny. He finds himself laughing as well.

“How about we…” You begin to whisper in his ear. Toji’s hands are on your waist, helping you maintain your balance as you stand. Instead of finishing your sentence, you begin to kiss Toji’s face. He’s forgetting about his task. Your lips finally press against his, and he allows himself to get lost in the soft skin. A complete stranger is kissing him, and his palms are getting unreasonably sweaty. Toji has had one night stands before– Too many to count, but he’s never felt like this while kissing them. Maybe it’s because he knows that after this, it’ll all be over.

He shouldn’t even be thinking about sleeping with you, but when you say, “Let’s go back to my apartment” when you pull away from his lips, his mind is hazy and he hums in response. Maybe it’s your cursed technique or something similar that has such an effect on him. But he has to remember what he was hired to do. He won’t let some momentarily feeling get in the way of his prize. 

After closing your tab, the two of you begin to walk to your apartment. Your place is not too far away, it’s a five minute walk from the bar. Which he already knew. You happily talk to him, and from your speech he can tell that you’re sobering up, but you’re not planning to stay sober for too long. 

You get to your place, and he walks in, unsure of where to go next. You walk past him and go to the kitchen to grab two glasses of wine and open a bottle. You don’t care to ask if he actually drinks. You’ll just pour two glasses, talk a bit more, and then have sex. At least that’s what you think will happen.

“Please, take a seat.” You tell him, and he awkwardly looks around before going to the couch and taking a seat. His eyes inspect the place, noticing how it’s a bit disorganized. Next to him is a pretty white dress that most likely was going to be your choice for the night. He notices how sheer it is and how small it looks, which makes him glad you chose the black dress. Had you worn that dress, he would’ve died on the spot. You walk up to him with two glasses filled to the brim, “Sorry for the mess. I wasn’t expecting any guests.”

“It’s fine.” He responds, taking the glass from your hands. You take a seat right on his lap, after all, the plans you have with him involve more than just sitting on his lap. There’s no point in holding back. He feels his face get warm, and he distracts himself by looking at the glass of wine. “Man, you’re really trying to get me drunk.”

“I did overdo it a bit.” You tell him, taking a sip from your glass. He puts his glass down on the end table, his hands focusing on roaming through your body. “Not much of a drinker, now?” 

“Alcohol isn’t really my thing.” He comments, his fingertips feathering over your thighs before they go up to the hem of your dress. His fingers begin to trace lazy circles on your skin, completely forgetting what he’s here to do. You end up putting your glass on the coffee table, focusing completely on him. 

“Hmm, so what’s your thing?” You say, lightly biting down your bottom lip. 

“Pretty girls like you.” He responds, his lips placing a kiss on your jaw before his teeth begin to nibble on your earlobe. You smirk, your hands feeling the well built body that hides behind a thin black shirt. You get off his lap and get on your knees on the hardwood floor. God, he’d curse himself for being so dumb. He has a gun in his pants, and a pocketknife in his pocket. Yet he isn’t thinking about that when you’re undoing his belt and pulling down his pants. 

Your eyes glance at the gun, but you don’t say anything about it, instead you smirk knowing that he hasn’t noticed the fact that you know. Your hand wraps around his cock and you slowly begin to pump his length. “I hope I’m special.”

“Oh, you are.” He answers before your tongue begins to swirl around the tip of his cock. He watches as you do so, biting his bottom lip. Your hand keeps stroking his dick while your tongue keeps licking the tip of his cock, until you finally wrap your mouth around his dick.

It’s too much for you to take it all, so you take as much as you can in your mouth, your hands moving the parts that you can’t fit inside. You bob your head slowly, your eyes looking up at Toji who is clearly enjoying this. His cheeks are pink while he bites down on his lip. It makes you wonder if he’s touch-deprived or if you’re just really good at this. 

“Oh, fuck–” He ends up throwing his head back after awkwardly holding eye-contact with you for a couple of seconds. He’ll admit that you look better than ever while your mouth is wrapped around his cock, but looking at each other while he gets head is just awkward. Especially when he has very specific plans to kill you, and he won’t back down. Obviously, his plans have been pushed back. He’ll get his dick wet and then do it. As horrifying as it sounds.

You take your mouth off his cock, your tongue running down his shaft and going to his balls. Your mouth begins to suck on his balls while your hand pumps his cock. His eyes are rolling to the back of his head while you work your magic. Fuck, this isn’t even supposed to be happening. But it is and he’s so close to coming.

Your tongue licks up to his tip, and your mouth wraps around his cock again. Your eyes once again focus on his face, although it’s thrown back as he grunts. “S’ good. Love your mouth.”

His cock twitches and he releases in your mouth. So much cum fills up your mouth, and some of it dribbles down to your chin. You take your mouth off his cock and he finally looks at you. He brings his thumb down to your chin and picks up his cum, then brings it to your lips. He swipes his thumb on your tongue. His hand then goes under your chin and he turns your head. “You’re so beautiful.”

You get off the floor and grab his hand. You pull him up from the couch and begin to guide him to your bedroom. Your bedroom is even more disorganized than the living room, but he doesn’t notice because all that’s going through his mind is the fact he’s about to fuck you, and it feels like a dream. 

Your hands go to your side and you pull down your zipper, beginning to take off your dress. He watches, his eyes lighting up as he sees that you’re only wearing panties. His hand goes to your back and he pulls you closer to him. His lips meet yours for a brief second before his lips go down, from your neck to your breasts. His lips wrap around your nipple and he sucks, while his hand plays with the other.

He detaches his mouth from your nipple and kisses his way to your other nipple before his lips wrap around your other nipple. You softly moan while he does so. When he unlatches, he picks you up and puts you down on the bed. He spreads your legs apart and pushes your panties to the side before he gets on his knees.

His tongue runs through your cunt before it focuses on flicking your clit. You softly moan while his fingers go up to your mouth. He shoves his fingers in your mouth, getting them wet with your saliva before he brings them down and runs them through your folds. He pushes his middle and ring finger inside of you and you loudly moan.

“Oh, Toji-” You shut your eyes as he curves his fingers just right. The pad of his fingers brush against your sweet spot repeatedly. His tongue works just right, and you bite down your bottom lip so you’re not so loud. The walls are thin, and the last thing you want is for the neighbors to hear this. “You’re doing such a good job.”

And his ears are happy with what you say and with the moans that leave your lips. Oh and his tongue is also happy because you taste so fucking good. He’s definitely happy he’s getting to do this. At this point he’s completely forgotten what he came here to do. 

“Fuck– It’s so good!” You arch your back, feeling as your orgasm begins to build up. Your thighs begin to squeeze his head, and your mind begins to get cloudy. You definitely don’t regret bringing him over. 

Toji’s mouth begins to suck on your clit as your orgasm gets closer and closer. It’s so fucking good for the both of you. You get louder and louder with every passing second, until your legs spasm, reaching your orgasm. You moan his name really loud, and it’s the sweetest melody that he’s ever come across.

He takes his fingers out and detaches himself from your clit, standing up. He begins to get undressed, taking off his shirt before his pants follow. He makes sure that weapons are hidden by clothes before he completely focuses on you. You truly look like a goddess as you lay down on the bed, and he’s mesmerized. He’s never seen someone so beautiful before.

“You’re so beautiful.” He comments stroking his cock before he runs the tip through your folds. His other hand goes to your lower back and he lifts your upper body. His lips meet yours, his tongue going inside your mouth and pressing against yours. He slowly pushes his cock inside of you, and you moan into his mouth.

His cock definitely feels bigger than it looks, and it feels so good. You pull away from the kiss, and he brings his lips together, gathering up saliva before he spits in your mouth. It’s so fucking nasty but you love it, swallowing it. “Oh you’re such a nasty bitch.”

“I am.” You answer. One arm is wrapped around his shoulders, while the other goes down, your hand playing with your clit. “Your dick’s so good.”

“Oh? Is it?” He questions. He picks up speed with every thrust, getting lost in your cunt. His lips meet yours again in a sloppy kiss, muffling any sounds from the both of you. This feels so fucking good, by this point he’s forgotten about the ten million yen prize. He doesn’t want to leave you after this. “You’ve got such a sweet little pussy.”

Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you feel another orgasm approach. He just hits every spot and it makes your body feel so good. Every movement is enough to send you over the edge, and he’s relentless. You pull away from the kiss to moan, “Oh fuck! Toji!”

You reach your climax, your pussy feeling incredible around him. So tight and warm. He rapidly keeps thrusting in and out of you, chasing his release. He’s moaning your name, coming so close to finishing. 

His thrusts get sloppy until he finally comes to a stop, filling you up with his cum. He shouldn’t have done that, but he doesn’t care. And neither do you. He pulls out and lays down beside you on the bed. Now would be the perfect time to grab a weapon and do the job.

But he isn’t thinking of that. He catches his breath and turns his face to look at you, admiring your beauty, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You answer, smiling at him. He’s decided that he’ll push his plan to tomorrow morning.

The next morning Toji wakes up next to you and his mind is all over the place. He doesn’t exactly remember much. Maybe that you had sex a couple more times until you both passed out— That and that he pushed back his plan of killing you. 

He’s been stalling his plan simply because you’ve captivated him, and he can’t afford that. Not with the amount of money that’s on the line. You seem to be sleeping peacefully next to him, which would allow him to grab a pillow and just do the job. But he doesn’t. 

He gets off the bed, grabs his clothes and begins to look for the bathroom. Once he finds it, he uses the toilet. Once he’s done he looks over himself in the mirror. When did he become so pathetic for a woman? Last time that happened was too long ago. It’s just extremely disappointing that he pushed his plans back because he found the woman too beautiful. But for some reason so much weight has been lifted from him.

He notices the mouthwash on the sink and opens the bottle, pouring some on the cap and then bringing it up to his lips. While he rinses, there’s a knock on the door. “Uh… Give me a sec!”

But the door opens. His eyebrows furrow and he turns to look at you. You’re just wearing your panties, your hands behind your back as you sweetly smile, “Good morning, Toji!”

“Good morning.” He’s rather cold this morning. You take small steps to get closer to him.

“How’d you sleep?” You question.

“I’m still tired.” He confesses and you chuckle.

“You wouldn’t be so tired if you had drank the wine.” You tell him, and he finds himself confused.

“Does wine help you sleep or something?” He questions. When you’re close enough, your hands come to the front, but you’re not empty handed. Toji feels the barrel press against his abdomen, and that’s the weight he felt that had been lifted. He puts his hands up in the air.

“The great Toji Zenin was after me, I feel honored.” You begin, and Toji is bewildered. “The sorcerer killer… I want to know who hired you, but I also want to keep it a surprise.”

“You knew?” He asks the obvious, causing you to laugh.

“Of course I knew. I was surprised you didn’t do it faster though. But I’m glad. You were a good fuck.” You tell him, and he slowly blinks. Reality slowly settles. He has a gun pressed against his abdomen— His gun. He’ll most likely die, but he can’t begin to plead for his life because he can’t seem to find the will to live. There’s no point. He’s been outsmarted. “I’m glad you didn’t drink the wine either.”

“Not only beautiful, but also smart.” He’s actually blushing, and he can’t seem to care enough to try and turn his face to hide it from you.

“Any last words?” 

“I think I’ve fallen in love.”

Yeah I would also ignore his crimes for ten years ngl

Dokja is mothering

Sometimes family is you, your coworker, 3 kids you grabbed from the side of the road, a bartender, an ex soldier, a plagiarist, a guy that wants you dead, his sister, ex girlfriend, and two stupid teens that follow him around, your landlord, your ex boss and his daughter, a fujoshi angel, a monkey, a dragon, a coorporate slave, and your daughter.