dandy .ᐟ

cw : non con photo taking, sukuna jerks off to r & he’s gross, big age gap. based on this request <3

i’m imagining him with grey hair and a “grumpy” attitude (he’s just rude). his tattoos have somewhat faded over the years and the 6-pack he once boasted has turned into a bit of a beer gut, but it’s obvious that the muscles are there underneath—he’s still so big.

in the summer he spends most of his time watching you through his window while you tan in your backyard. you always wear your skimpiest bikinis because you don’t know that anyone’s looking.

you’re the sweetest piece of eye candy for sukuna, so he can’t help himself when he snaps a few pictures of you. sure, they aren’t the greatest photos, these damn new phones… but they do the trick whenever he’s stroking his cock and can’t gaze down at the real thing.

other times sukuna is mowing his lawn in the blazing heat. he knows he can handle it, he’s not that old… but you aren’t so sure. you’re too kind for your own good, always bringing him water because you’re worried about him getting dehydrated.

sukuna can’t complain much though, mostly because you own the cruelest sundresses. the kind that push your tits up high but are flowy enough around your legs to make every man pray for a strong gust of wind.

after these interactions you usually linger around to talk to sukuna, but he’s curt in his replies. he gives you little information about himself or the long life he’s lived. sukuna’s gathered that this is just how you are—curious, bubbly, a bit naive. you see the best in everyone, even when you shouldn’t.

you think sukuna is just reserved. maybe he’s lonely and needs someone to check up on him every now and then, even if he doesn’t show it… that’s what you tell your boyfriend when he questions why you’re always talking to the “weird old guy” next door.

truthfully, sukuna just doesn’t think that some girl he likes to jerk off to needs to know about his personal life.

but you’d never guess that’s how your neighbor felt. how could a tired old man think such lewd things about you?

so you keep trying. smiling and waving at sukuna when you see him in passing, trying to talk to him when you’re both outside.

sometimes you go so far as to invite him over to your house—foolish girl. sukuna has some level of restraint, but if you’d been unfortunate enough to live next to someone worse, like fushiguro, you’d never invite a stranger into your home again.

but sukuna hardly does anything to you aside from the occasional lingering touch or suggestive comment.

when he sees you lift your tank top to wipe the sweat from your face, he only looks. even though he’d rather tear the whole thing off so his rough hands can slide around your chest to cup your breasts. young girls always have the best tits.

when you bend over to take some cookies out of the oven, he only takes a photo for later. even though he’d rather grab you and bend you over the kitchen table so he can slide into your tight pussy from behind, fuck you until you’re begging him to cum inside you and breed you.

when you kneel on the floor to reach under sukuna’s feet for a fork he “dropped”, he only enjoys the view of you at his feet for a moment. even though he’d rather have you on your knees with your pretty lips wrapped around his dick, your hand grabbing his balls instead of a utensil.

sukuna is certain that if your boyfriend knew what he thought about you, the kid would never be so casual about leaving you alone with him. that’s not even considering the fact that most of the girls sukuna fucks are right around your age.

dad!shiu has me drooling 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

cw: dead dove do not eat, dark content, incest, age gap (shiu is on his 50s and reader on her 20s)

ugh i know he would be the meanest and sweetest at the same time. he always has his phone videoing you as you suck him off so he can later show to all his friends. all of them ogling at the sight of you crying as your father has his dick deep in your throat, making you choke as he orders you to look up to the camera.

he knows he is a disgusting man, but there’s nothing he loves more than showing you off, whoring you around and call you his precious daughter as you’re bouncing up and down on his cock. he groans at the pretty sounds that leave your throat, getting so dumb on him as you beg him to let you cum. depending on his mood he would let you go ahead as you release yourself, but if you have been bad? no orgasms for you.

your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. it was barely past nine in the morning and you were already regretting not silencing it before your shift. the office did not offer much privacy so every vibration against your thigh made your stomach flip.

morning gorgeous. slept like shit without you.

he attached a mirror selfie. his broad chest filled the frame. you can see his dark happy trail disappeared into low black boxers, and that cocky smirk was aimed straight at the camera.

you typed under the desk: toji. i’m at work.

so? i’m bored and got aaaaalllll day to think about how good you looked riding me last night.

he sent a new photo. his boxers were shoved down. his thick cock rested heavy on his stomach. one big hand wrapped around the base. the veins were prominent. the tip was already shiny with precum.

heat flooded your face. you locked the screen and tried to focus on the spreadsheet. it didn’t work. by ten-thirty he was sending short videos—lazy strokes, low voice murmuring your name, “miss that pretty mouth, baby.”

you lasted until lunch before slipping into the single bathroom. the stall door clicked shut. another photo had arrived while you were walking: toji on his knees on the mattress, ass up, looking back over his shoulder with a wicked grin, scar on his lip pulled tight.

“fuck,” you whispered. your fingers were already under your panties when the next message popped up.

ignoring me? bad girl. gonna punish you when you get home.

with it he sent a close-up of his cock. precum dripped onto the sheets while his fist squeezed the flushed head.

you came fast and quiet, biting your wrist, then cleaned up and went back to your desk on shaky legs. the rest of the afternoon was pure torture. he kept spamming—texts about how bored he was, how he was just chilling, maybe playing games or napping. in your mind he was living that unemployed life he always joked about: cereal for lunch, no schedule, nothing but time to get himself off and send you the evidence.

the photos kept coming. him in the shower, water streaming down his muscular body. a fresh cumshot across his abs, voice note of him groaning your name. by four-thirty your panties were soaked through and your focus was gone.

shift over yet? been thinking about bending you over the second you walk in. got something nice and hard waiting.

he sent a last photo. he was sprawled on the couch, legs spread wide. his cock flushed and heavy in his hand.

hurry up, princess. daddy’s lonely.

you grabbed your bag the second the clock hit five. on the train you finally replied, you’re the worst. what did you even do all day??

nothing much. same old. miss you.

what you didn’t know—what he could never tell you—was that “nothing much” had been a silenced pistol in a warehouse across town, a clean headshot, and a thick envelope of cash now hidden under the floorboard at home.

toji wasn’t unemployed. he just played the part so you would stay soft and safe and none the wiser. he sent nudes instead of explanations, kept you wet and distracted at work, and waited for you to come home smiling, exactly like this.

you smiled at the screen, already wet again at the thought of walking through the door. if only you knew.

mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheart—cooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in public—only to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.

mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.

mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.

mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; he’ll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, “you like it better when i’m mean to you, don’t you?”

mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.

mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.

mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. he’ll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.

One of my older uncles trying to come see me (touch me inappropriately), but he catches daddy fucking my hole instead. Neither of us notice him peaking through a crack in the door nor see his phone flash on as he records us.

Big brother who gently pets her head between rounds, coaxing her to keep her head still for a moment.

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