egglain

[egglain]

toji loves head.

problem is, "head" means something a lil different to the man.

most men are happy to get anything. half-hearted tongue, a wad of spit-- hell, even hot air on their frenulum. they'll nut and cherish it, get off to the mere thought of a warm mouth around their pathetic dicks.

not toji zen'in.

he's not ungrateful. he'd never say no to a blow, even a quick one.

but he's got refined tastes.

he's used to the good stuff, spoiled for years by a wife who could spell his name backwards with her tongue.

nosing at his taint, tugging on his dick, and mouthing at his nuts are necessary.

"throat it. c'mon. throat that fuckin’ dick." a big hand pressed your head down, nose bumping pubes. "don't gag. pussy."

throats weren't made to stretch this way-- if his girth wasn’t enough, his length had your throat spasming, fighting to reject the intrusion.

"swallow."

you tried, blinking back the tears stinging behind your eyelids.

the suction of your throat coaxed a groan from him, couch creaking as his head fell back against the cushions.

“that’s the stuff.”

toji locked his big legs around your head, his fat thighs possibly the most expensive noise-cancelling headphones you’ve ever worn.

he’d clench until your ears rang and blood rushed to your head. then, slowly, he’d release.

it was dizzying.

like this, you couldn’t be focused on anything but him.

not like you could have been anyways.

he’d pull out just to shove your face into his nutsack, shiny and slick with spit.

“gentle now. nice n’ slow for me. open wide.”

he’d sit with his balls in your mouth ‘til the weight of each scrote was burnt on your tongue, until the ache in your jaw was seared into your mind.

a calloused hand stroked his length slow, base to mid-shaft. deep breaths kept him steady, enjoying the sight of you stone-still at his feet.

then, he shifted.

slow jerks of his hips, signalling for you to move.

you traced them with your tongue, wrapping and caressing in languid strokes.

his cock twitched in his grasp. veins strained against knuckles as fat fingers squeezed his base.

“suck on ‘em.”

while you slipped a nut in your mouth, his hand sped up. the firmness of his grip had his nutsack bouncing in tandem, fapping against your face.

you felt, more than heard, the groan that tore through him.

“fuck. ‘m gonna bust.”

he was no two-pump chump but christ. you’d be the death of him.

pulling his thighs open, you slipped down lower, nosing at his taint.

heavy balls slapped against your forehead as he jerked his cock harder, hissing out at the sensation.

“shit. holy fucking hell.”

two fingers prodded gently at his perineum as you looked up, sticking your tongue out to tease his nuts.

blown pupils met yours.

and he was done for.

“fuck—“

thick cum dribbled down his shaft, weaving between his big fingers in fat teardrops.

his warm seed hit your forehead, dripping down the slope of your brow, some caught by your cheeks.

spit and semen mixed on your tongue, salty and bitter, collecting under your tongue. strings of spit leaked slowly, falling to your thighs below.

green eyes watched it through, fixated on how he was painting you in his colours, in his scent.

toji loved head.

but this was something else altogether.

something he couldn’t let go of anytime soon.

[egglain]

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[egglain]

we need more sensuality in smut. so many non-penetrative forms of intimacy are divine. plus, i think sukuna likes to play with his food before going in for the kill.

i wanna see sukuna refusing to put it in. i wanna see him branding his consort with precum, rubbing and slapping their clit with his tip until they finish. i wanna see him licking every inch of skin, tracing the patterns of his curses onto his lover— laying claim. i wanna see him get off with their thighs, with their labia, rutting against them so they can feel his pleasure melt into their own. i wanna see intimacy; mindless touches ebbing into desperation, just to roll back into tender habit. i want to see the domesticity; how it’s natural, how it requires communication, creativity, and trust. i wanna see dry humping. i wanna see body worship. i wanna see it all.

maybe i’ll write something up. someday.

[egglain]

i think it would be really funny to have more realistic sex in jjk smut.

riding heian sukuna? his frame is so wide that your hips are aching from having your legs spread so far open. your bones are popping and cracking and fuck, your left leg’s going numb.

getting eaten out by nanami? yeah it’s cool and all but you can’t really cum like this. just feels kinda nice, but god— he better not look up because this angle really does no justice to your double chin.

mating press with toji? yeah it’s hot… like. really hot. zen’in’s got you soaking the sheets in all the wrong ways. you can feel the puddle of sweat seeping into the mattress below your back, and fuck, he’s dripping some into your eye. and fuck, your hips hurt in this one too.

doggy with satoru? a glorious specimen is right behind you and you’re staring at his digimon sheets. plus you can feel him staring at your butthole. did you shave all the way? who invented this? and why does it hurt too?

full nelson with suguru? gonna fucking fall. gonna fucking fall. feels like you’re gonna fall. and you can tell he’s focusing on lifting you and not really focusing on making himself feel good. and now that you’ve noticed that, you can’t feel good either. AND WHY DOES IT HURT?

anyways… sex isn’t always sexy. but that’s what fanfic is for i guess lmao.

[egglain]

sobbing. screaming. sobbing some more. this is so cute.

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Is Toji jealous of a helpless baby? Oh, he absolute is!

Warnings: Fluff

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“Isn’t he the cutest?” You gush as Megumi yawns. Toji clicks his tongue. He’s cuter– Plus, he has teeth. The stupid baby doesn’t even have a way to chew food. “You look just like your daddy, oh my…”

“You got that right!” Toji agrees, making a chuckle leave your lips. You were afraid that once the baby came along Toji would act weird, but no. He’s still an overgrown child when it comes to you; Toji isn’t willing to share you with anyone, not even his own son.

Megumi begins to cry, getting fussy as his drowsiness gets the best of him. Would he really be a baby if he didn’t cry for everything? His eyes are getting heavy, and he doesn’t know what happens when they close, of course he’s scared.

“He didn’t get the crybaby part from me though.” Toji quickly defends himself, making you click your tongue. It’s odd to watch your husband compete with a baby, but did you expect less?

“Toji he’s a baby!” You remind him, but that doesn’t impress him. You end up sighing, handing the crying baby to your husband. Megumi isn’t only your son, but his as well. Toji can bear some of the responsibilities. “Put him to sleep, I’m going to take a shower.”

“But–” Toji begins, but he can’t finish protesting before he’s carrying a chunky baby. Megumi was born so small, but at four months, the baby is nearly 17 pounds. His little cheeks are so round and kissable now, something that the man would never admit outloud.

Toji sneaks one of those kisses on the cheek before telling Megumi, “I can pretend to stop hating you now that we’re alone.”

Toji puts the baby on his chest, hand caressing his small back. Something that works charms with the baby. Toji smells the small amount of hair on his head, kissing him again. “You know I just do that because I want your mommy’s attention.”

The crying dies down, sleep getting the best of the baby. He can fight it and fight it, but that’s the one thing that will always win: sleep. He’s just like Toji in that sense too. 

“I love you, Megumi.” Toji says, eyes glimmering at the small baby. He lightly chuckles as he mutters, “You’re still not cuter than me though.”

[egglain]

real.

communication is key. and don’t let what you like reading about/watching on screen make you feel like you need to like that irl. some positions hurt. some dirty talk is unsexy or uncomfortable when you hear it from your partner. some things just don’t feel as good as they’ve been made out to look.

that’s okay.

listen to your body, be open about your feelings, and be gentle with yourself. everyone is different. you’ll find what works for you best with patience, safe practice, and communication.

also heavy on wearing protection. be safe out there!

Sex stuff you probably won’t learn from fanfiction and/or porn:

Erotic fic and porn can be a lot of fun! But if you aren’t being provided with adequate sex ed through other channels (comprehensive sexual education, frank and open discussions with trusted adults, etc.), turning to fanfic and porn for your understanding of sex is gonna leave some major blindspots and may leave you with some unrealistic expectations. While there’s nothing wrong with these kinds of erotica, they are fictional and tend to leave out a lot of the more realistic, human parts of sex - they serve a great purpose, but that purpose isn’t primarily educational. The following is an incomplete list of some things you should probably know about sex that a lot of fic and porn tends to leave out:

It isn’t always super hot or super sweet. Sometimes it’s super silly. Or sometimes it’s sort of mundane and you’re both simply scratching an itch. That’s fine too. (Hell, sometimes you’re talking about comic books while boning and your partner is laughing that you’re getting REALLY ANGRY about spider-man while they’re going to town on you.)

You will probably not climax at the same moment. It’s a sweet idea, but extremely hard to coordinate, and if all your concentration is going into coming at the exact same moment, you’re probably not enjoying yourselves as much as you might. 

Sometimes bodies make weird, goofy noises. Squelching, slapping, air-escaping, un-sexy noises. It’s okay to laugh at this. 

Hell, it’s okay to laugh during sex in general.

Sometimes you fart. Sometimes you fart while someone is going down on you and it is embarrassing as hell. This isn’t the end of the world. Embarrassing body things happen. Heck, sometimes, with anal, there’s a little poo. You get over it.

Sometimes sex is… kinda bad? This doesn’t mean it’s assault, or something traumatic – sometimes it’s consensual but just kinda bleh and not what you hoped for. The best thing to do (if you’re talking about sex with a partner and not just a hook up who you can not call back) is talk to them about it. Figure out what went wrong, what you enjoy and what you don’t, and communicate what techniques you do and don’t like. Also don’t be afraid to stop someone in the middle of the sex act you’re not enjoying and offer guidance on how to help make it good for you too. (Side tip: masturbation makes great research into what you personally do and don’t enjoy sexually)

You won’t enjoy every sex act. Not every body is wired to find every thing pleasurable. You might find anal does nothing for you. You may find g-spot stimulation just makes you really anxious that you’re about to pee. You may not enjoy giving or receiving oral. You’re not broken if you don’t like something that every pornstar or smutty fanfic protagonist seems to have earth-shattering orgasms from. Everyone’s got nerve endings in a range of places – it’s quite literally, different strokes for different folks.

On that note, not all orgasms are earth-shattering. Sometimes it just feels warm and nice. That’s fine too. 

Sometimes, if you’re neutral on a sex act and your partner loves it, you can suck it up for them, and they’ll suck up something they’re not crazy about for your pleasure in return. But communicate preferences with each other! Know that when a partner does that thing you love that they don’t get much from, that it’s an act of care, and vice versa. 

Falling asleep in each other’s arms right after wild passionate sex seems really romantic, but dried and crusty fluids are gonna be a bitch in the morning. Also, after sex, you should both (regardless of your equipment) go pee to clear out the urethra of any gunk or bacteria to reduce risk of a UTI. 

Putting a towel down on the bed before sex means you don’t have to sleep on wet funky sheets. (it’s also verrrrrry useful for period sex if you or your partner menstruate.)

A lot of people don’t like dirty talk, or rough sex. Always ask first. (Fanfic on the whole does a better job than porn at showing communication, but a lot of it is still highly fictive on this point)

PROTECTION PROTECTION PROTECTION. Use condoms, dental dams, etc. not just to prevent pregnancy, but to reduce risk of STIs. (Yes, even couples with the same genitals who don’t need to worry about pregnancy).

Lube is great and very important, but random goopy things around you are not good lube. Random oils especially, since oil doesn’t flush out well and can trap bacteria inside the body – oil-based lubricant also degrades condoms. Use lube specifically designed for intimate purposes. Water-based and silicone-based lubes help sex feel really good!

Bigger isn’t necessarily better. A lot of people with vaginas don’t enjoy the feeling of being repeatedly punched in the cervix by a monster cock. Some people enjoy a larger size when being penetrated by an appendage or toy and some don’t.

Bodies are hairy. Genitals are hairy. You may get a pube stuck in your teeth at some point. If your partner is WAY fuzzier than porn ever led you to believe they’d be, well, that’s normal. 

Not everyone loves the taste of ejaculate. Sometimes it’s nasty (flavor tends to vary from person to person depending on their diet, but sometimes you just really don’t like it no matter what. Some of us hate the taste of peanut butter. People don’t always like things). It’s okay not to swallow, or to request a penis-having partner warn you so they don’t ejaculate in your mouth (in fact, it’s polite for them to do the latter). 

If you’re gonna have shower sex, get one of those rubbery mats for the shower floor that gives you traction, because otherwise it’s super embarrassing to call for an ambulance while dripping wet and naked because you slipped and accidentally broke something and your partner got a concussion while you were trying to bang in the shower. 

Moaning and screaming wildly during sex is fun but it will make the neighbors in the apartments adjacent to you hate you. Make choices accordingly. 

[egglain]

good googly moogly 🥵

you find it so funny how people think your husband, nanami, is the sweetest, most innocent and romantic man they’ve ever laid eyes on, such a gentleman. Which, they are correct in some ways. Gentleman. Check. Sweet. Check. Romantic. Check. He’s always buying you flowers, opening doors for you, kissing your hand, taking you out on spontaneous dates, calling you ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘love’, and treating you like some porcelain doll. But innocent? Oh no, no. You almost laugh because it may seem like your husband is ‘innocent’ or ‘vanilla’ whichever term they may use, but he is anything but that. While he may treat you like a princess in public, he absolutely sluts you out behind closed doors.

You don’t blame people for thinking he may look and act soft because that was your first impression of him too. So, imagine the surprise when you first had sex and he was pounding you in a mating press, tears streaming down your face. Yeah, best night of your life. And now that you’re married? God, it makes the sex one hundreds times better than before. He’s go you on your side, one arm hooked under your leg, reaching so far that he’s able to wrap his hand around your throat. The other wrapped around your waist, rubbing your clit while he fucks his cum into you. He’s forcing you to look him in the eyes, faces inches away from each other, because he wants to watch your pretty face when you cum. So innocent, right?

“Oh my god! Fuck!” You cry out, your breathing labored. He’s so deep inside of you, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again to the point it makes your head spin especially when he’s toying with your swollen clit. “I can’t! I can’t, Ken! You’re too fucking deep! Ah!” You grip onto the ruffled sheets below, bucking your hips as you attempt to make his cock not feel so good, but the bruising grip he has on your throat and waist puts you right back in your place.

“You can take it, sweetheart. I know you can. You know why?” He pulls you in closer, pressing his lips to your ear. “Cause you’re a fucking slut for this dick.” He thrusts his hips faster, skin slapping against skin and the mixture of your juices and his cum create a sticky mess between your thighs. “Awe, is that gonna make you cum? Being degraded? I can feel your pussy clenching me,” he darkly smiled, heavy breaths fanning against your damp skin. He rubbed your clit faster, carefully watching the way you threw your head back in pure bliss.

“Fuckkkk! You’re gonna make me cum again!” Your toes curled the closer you got to your orgasm, whimpering as you took in every feeling of pleasure coursing through you.

“Squirt all over this dick, baby. Be a good girl for me and show me how good I make you feel.” He felt your walls tightening with each passing second, sweat trailing down his forehead as he kept his pace. Your legs began to shake as you writhed under him, cursing and screaming as you squirted all over, soaking the blankets below you. “Messy fucking slut. Look at you, you’re still fucking going.”

“Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes!” Your brows furrowed as you watched him fuck you through your orgasm. “It’s too much, Ken!” You pulled his hand away from your clit, holding onto his wrist tightly while he slowed down his thrusts, now going deep and slow. You laid there in a dazed state, trying to catch your breath. His hand gently caressed your stomach slowly inching up towards your tits, cupping them in his hand while he placed sloppy kisses down your neck and to your collarbone.

So yes, while your husband may be such a gentleman, such a sweetheart, such an angel to others, in the back of your head, you think of those moments behind closed doors when he makes you cum your brains out, praising you and degrading you all within the same breath, choking you and treating you like some common whore. But after all that’s over, he’s back to treating you like the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. It’s truly the best of both worlds.

[egglain]

I was wondering if u could make like all of them soooo subby like how u make ur choso fics😋😋making them cry and beg and be so desperate for y/n id just so exciting UGHH ill love h forever if u do thisJDJSJWKWKJSJ🙏🙏

oh absolutely; I’ll do them all eventually. I love to see a man beg 🤤

If I forgot someone, which I probably did, yell at me in the comments please 🫶

[egglain]

coworker!nanami who is the last person you’d expect to agree to fuck you on the DL, but also the one who does it best.

coworker!nanami who gets sick of how moody and irritable you become when you’re dick hungry that he offers to sate you, in the name of getting his job done with less… interruptions. it’s to your mutual benefit: you get your needs met and he gets to clock out on time.

of course coworker!nanami doesn’t tell you that he’s been waiting and wanting after you for years now. this is just a favour he’s doing you, he doesn’t need to tell you about the countless nights he’s fucked his fist wishing it was your tight body instead.

coworker!nanami who starts off your little arrangement very tamely. it starts with him sliding into the seat by yours and fingering you under the desk while he talks you through the work you’re doing. of course, you’re a mess on his fingers, going dumb with each curl against your g spot. nanami loves it—how reactive you are, so unfortunately for your poor pussy he won’t stick with just getting you off on his fingers for very long.

coworker!nanami who, as soon as he picks up on your mood again a week later, pulls you into a printing room and has you on the table amongst files and spreadsheets alike so he can finally get a taste of you. and his tongue is even better than his fingers, working you into a boneless mess so easily. and god is he addicted to your taste—he’s thought endlessly about how you’d feel against his lips, how wet youd get for him to indulge in.

coworker!nanami who, of course, gets greedy. soon enough just touching hand tasting isn’t enough—he’s got to fuck you. and he does, over every damn surface in your workplace. so what if the whole point of this was for him to be able to clock out early, he’ll stay hours after close if it means he can watch you stretch around his cock over and over and over again.

coworker!nanami who has you walk around each day stuffed full of his cum. likes glancing over to you as he works to see you squirm when you try and sit. your poor cunt is too sore from the back-to-back orgasms you keep being made to take.

coworker!nanami who tried really hard to keep it strictly at work and on the down low, but can’t help himself from asking you out to dinner one night after a particularly mind melting shift. and it’s more romantic than he planned it to be, he almost feels bad for how focused on the physical aspect of your arrangement he’s been.

until you slip him your panties under the table and promptly let him fuck you against the mirror in the restaurant bathroom. so he can cover your mouth to try (and fail) to muffle the raunchy moans you let out as his cock splits you open. anyone could walk in, and a man as well-adjusted as nanami should be terrified of that fact, but it only seems to make him harder.

coworker!nanami who makes you sit down afterwards and feel his cum drip out of you as you talk about the mundane over dinner. :)

[egglain]

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Rating: E (18+) - mdni Pairing: Choso x AFAB!Reader Content: dickcember day 19 - protected (then unprotected), broken condoms, ribbons, d/s undertones, mild sensory deprivation (restricted movement, blindfolding, gagging), anal toys (choso) wc: 1.7k

thanks for the ask :)) written for afab!reader- hope that's ok <3

Choso gets shy easily.

It’s not that he’s upset about crying or being needy— they’re normal emotions, you’ve told him. He knows that objectively; he feels good and his body is responding in the way it's supposed to.

But he can’t help but feel embarrassed sometimes.

Kisses on his cheeks or the reddening tips of his ears have him averting his gaze. Gropes to his chest make him hide his face behind soft hands. Palming the flesh of his ass draws out a yelp; one so loud he has to hide under the collar of his shirt.

Choso gets shy easily.

Which is why you never expected him to be into stuff like this.

Gentle fingertips met the bridge of a tattooed nose, ghosting over the blush spreading there. Just above your touch, a satin blindfold obscured his vision, purple to match the ribbon binding his wrists above his head.

Slowly, you rocked your hips against him, jostling the cock lodged deep inside.

The fabric of the blindfold was dark around his eyes, soaked with the fat tears he couldn't help but shed. In his gaping mouth, your wet panties, now drool-slicked as pretty white teeth clamped desperately onto the fabric. His chin jutted out defiantly, despite the quiver in his reddened lips.

Picking up the pace, you bounced a little quicker on his length, hands firm on the centre of his chest.

Beneath you, his strong core shook with an impending orgasm. Ripples rolled through each muscle in his abdomen, tensing and untensing in time with his throbbing cock.

It was too much for the poor boy.

Choso fussed, feet scrambling to find purchase on the bed to fuck his hips up into you– but it was no use. That stupid ribbon kept his ankles bound together. Kept his legs bound together up to trembling thighs. Kept the vibrator lodged inside.

A sob wracked through his body as you halted, sitting stone still on his dick, now leaking like a faucet into the stupid condom you rolled on him.

You felt bad, but not bad enough.

Not bad enough to let him off the hook.

It had been hours, now, of this game.

A game Choso loved and hated; one that he could never stop playing, too content with getting drunk off the feeling.

You’d ride him until his legs spasmed, until he was trying to buck up to chase his peak.

Then, you’d stop.

Motionless, you’d let him sit snug inside, no friction to push him off the very edge into his release.

Then, after ten agonizing seconds, you’d move again.

He had lost count of how many times he’d had his orgasm ripped out of his grasp before he could taste it. He knew feeling like this— debauched, desperate— would be natural for anyone in this situation.

But the way you were stroking his cheek and cooing at him, so soft and sweet, had his body burning up.

“Good job, baby.”

He had been still and patient as you counted down in your head, the soft staccato of his heartbeat pulsing a pretty rhythm inside your cunt.

A tired head lolled to the side, softly suckling on the sullied gusset of the panties on his tongue. Drool rolled down his chin– mostly his– as the pleasure in his cock melted into a dull ache.

Slowly, you began to move again, clit grinding against the short black hair at the base of his cock.

A groan reverberated through his chest as you thumbed at his pecs, running the pads of your fingers over his pebbled nipples. Choso arched deliciously into the touch, arms shaking overhead as the pressure sent shockwaves through him.

His soft chest was so sensitive; you couldn't help but spit on his tits, sending sparks shooting to his curled toes. Deft fingers swirled around rosy areolas as you bounced on his length, trying not to lose your head.

He felt so good like this– pliant yet rock hard, throbbing against your cervix in soft thu-thumps that matched the pounding of his heart.

He groaned wantonly through the fabric, spit bubbling and dripping over his lower lip. You leaned down to chase it, kissing up his chin so slow.

He bucked in your grasp, body convulsing as his cries darkened his blindfold further. Fat tears rolled out from under the fabric, leaving glistening trails down flushed cheeks that disappeared into his hair.

His pretty display had your core heating, navel filled with blunt pleasing pressure. You couldn’t help but flutter around him, clenching down when ass met pelvis. Clearly, Choso was feeling it too— his moans melded into whimpers, high and whiny in the back of his throat. His chest stuttered with shaky breaths, and he spat out the panties with a little gag.

“You okay, baby?”

You slowed down, reaching up to tangle one hand with his. He squeezed it in his grip, hips lifting off the bed minutely to reach deeper inside. The movement shot shivers to his legs, toes pointed almost painfully. The low hum of the vibrator inside— just shy of his prostate— was driving him crazy.

His gasp had you impossibly wetter.

“Please… can’t do it anymore.”

“Please what, love?”

“Let me fuck you please… please please please just let me fuck you. I want to cum— I need to cum so bad.” It was babbled and wet, through sniffles and whines.

Slowly, you lowered yourself to his ear, hips grinding down on him once again.

“Then cum for me.”

Before you could finish, he did.

Arched off the bed, clamping down around his vibrator and thrusting up into you as much as he could, he came so hard he couldn’t breathe.

You rode him through it, chasing your own pleasure. Choso’s spent cries of overstimulation had you barreling off the edge, soaking his base, pelvis, and balls.

Slowing to a halt, you peeled the blindfold off. His eyes, unfocused and puffy with tears, softened at the sight of you.

You made quick work of the ribbons binding his wrists, brushing feather-light kisses to the reddened skin.

“You okay, Cho?”

“I’m great.”

He was giving you that dopey look— spit-slicked lips tugged into a goofy grin.

When he was like this, fuzzy after his orgasm, it was impossible to be shy.

The vibrator buzzed low inside him, keeping him riding the delicious edge between his post-orgasm butterflies and delicious overstimulation— it was mind-numbing.

He rolled his wrists experimentally, cracking the joints there, before helping you off his cock. He moved to yank off the condom as you untied his legs, blinking blearily down at himself.

His tip was all white and wet.

Little strings of thick cum connected his tip to his index finger as he touched it.

The condom broke.

“Baby…?” His voice cracked as you finished with the ribbon, throwing it over the side of the bed. “Something bad happened.”

He tugged the remaining flimsy latex off his base, stuffing it into the wrapper to toss later. His eyes were glued on your back, chest tight with fear. He hated seeing you upset, especially when it was because of him.

Yet, you crawled back up to his side as docile as ever.

“What’s wrong?”

Splaying a gentle hand on his spit-soaked chest, you rubbed big soothing circles on his sternum.

He took a shaky, steadying breath. Choso couldn't meet your eyes, opting instead to run his nails over the ribbon-chafed skin of his forearms.

“The condom sort of… broke… I didn’t know until I went to take it off.”

“Oh baby,” you mumbled, kissing his forehead. “That’s alright. Mistakes happen.”

Shifting, you brushed fingertips between your legs. The digits came up glossy, connected with little webs of thick cum.

Choso watched the movement, pupils dilating.

Before you could blink, he was on you again, pushing his toy just a little deeper inside to work his prostate while he split you open. Immediately, the stimulation had him quaking, arms shaking by your head as he caged you in.

“Sorry— Sorry I can’t—“ He babbled, eyes filling with tears as he humped you messily, tip battering your sore cervix.

You gripped onto his back, hooking your legs around his waist to keep him in deep, and were rewarded with the prettiest little moan.

“Feels too good— can’t stop,” he hissed, teardrops falling onto your cheeks as they dripped out dark eyes.

His thrusts were messy— cum-slicked and desperate— as he reached one hand down to your chest, groping the flesh there.

You arched into his touch, head thrown into the pillows as your cervix made out with his glans. Precum branded Choso onto the entrance of your womb, and you were cumming before you could even process that you were close.

Nails digging into his back, you gasped as Choso leaned down to suck at your nipple.

You rode out your orgasm pressing back into his cock and up into his mouth, eyes squeezed shut.

The telltale clenching had Choso’s cock melting, and the pretty tit in his mouth had his mind doing the same.

“Wanna fill you up— please… let me suck this titty and cum in you please— wanna cum like this—“

It was nonsensical, all grunts and whimpers as he pressed tears to the flesh of your breast.

You stroked his hair, still buzzing from your orgasm.

“Let it out, baby.”

He hiccuped, eyes fluttering back into closing eyelids as his dick stalled deep in you.

“Thank you— thank you, thank you, ‘m cumming—“ He rolled his hips into yours as he fucked his second load deep inside, spurting his creamy seed onto your womb. “I’m fucking cumming, thank you, thank you, thank you, can’t stop—“

He sobbed as he fucked you through it, cock so overwhelmingly overstimulated, sending shockwaves of pain-pleasure through his bones.

As his arms gave out, he collapsed onto you, suckling on your nipple weakly. You hummed, stroking his hair nice and slow as he blinked up at you with glassy eyes.

Choso gets shy easily.

But never when he’s like this.

dividers by @strangergraphics <3

[egglain]

inspired by @kasukuna’s “christmas with dumbass boyfriend sukuna” thoughts!

happy holidays! <3

your monstrous boyfriend sukuna doesn’t know how to celebrate christmas.

in fact, he thinks it’s a waste of time, money, and effort— though, if you like it, then who is he to deny you?

maybe it’s not all bad. chopping down trees without abandon, then taking the largest tree in the field as a trophy, sounded like a fine hobby. admiring a tree chosen by a snotty-nosed brat and plucking it before their very eyes filled his chest with a sadistic pride he hadn’t felt since the heian era.

he’s appeased when you shower him in offerings of cookies, chocolates shaped deceptively like fruit, and warm spiced egg milk— though he’s not too fond of the latter.

he’s especially not fond of the so-called ugly christmas sweater. jingling, tinsel-coated, and too-bright, the mere thought is grating. not to mention, the sweater had him sweating bullets and developing a rash all over his arms and back.

never again.

the cookie houses you decorate make up for it, though; you’re a good home-builder. you’ll make an excellent spouse— and you let him bite the heads off the little cookie people without judgement.

you do judge a bit, though, when he attempts to put the stockings on his feet. though he’d never admit it, they fit him quite comfortably— and why on earth would you want gifts from the inside of a sock?

he quite enjoys the snow. the serenity that comes with staying inside, curled up by the fire that he was oh-so-happy to light. the heat of your body under the sherpa blanket warms his heart in a way the fire never could. keeps him from freezing in a different way.

which is why he puts up with this christmas stuff.

even if it costs you a few snowglobes, crushed in big inexperienced hands, you wouldn’t have christmas any other way.

dividers by @strangergraphics

[egglain]

MORE CHOSO WHO CRIES WHEN HE CUMS/THANKS YOU/LIKES EDGING HIMSELF PLEASE DADDY 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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Rating: E (18+) - mdni Pairing: Choso x AFAB!Reader Content: dickcember day 19 - protected (then unprotected), broken condoms, ribbons, d/s undertones, mild sensory deprivation (restricted movement, blindfolding, gagging), anal toys (choso) wc: 1.7k

thanks for the ask :)) written for afab!reader- hope that's ok <3

Choso gets shy easily.

It’s not that he’s upset about crying or being needy— they’re normal emotions, you’ve told him. He knows that objectively; he feels good and his body is responding in the way it's supposed to.

But he can’t help but feel embarrassed sometimes.

Kisses on his cheeks or the reddening tips of his ears have him averting his gaze. Gropes to his chest make him hide his face behind soft hands. Palming the flesh of his ass draws out a yelp; one so loud he has to hide under the collar of his shirt.

Choso gets shy easily.

Which is why you never expected him to be into stuff like this.

Gentle fingertips met the bridge of a tattooed nose, ghosting over the blush spreading there. Just above your touch, a satin blindfold obscured his vision, purple to match the ribbon binding his wrists above his head.

Slowly, you rocked your hips against him, jostling the cock lodged deep inside.

The fabric of the blindfold was dark around his eyes, soaked with the fat tears he couldn't help but shed. In his gaping mouth, your wet panties, now drool-slicked as pretty white teeth clamped desperately onto the fabric. His chin jutted out defiantly, despite the quiver in his reddened lips.

Picking up the pace, you bounced a little quicker on his length, hands firm on the centre of his chest.

Beneath you, his strong core shook with an impending orgasm. Ripples rolled through each muscle in his abdomen, tensing and untensing in time with his throbbing cock.

It was too much for the poor boy.

Choso fussed, feet scrambling to find purchase on the bed to fuck his hips up into you– but it was no use. That stupid ribbon kept his ankles bound together. Kept his legs bound together up to trembling thighs. Kept the vibrator lodged inside.

A sob wracked through his body as you halted, sitting stone still on his dick, now leaking like a faucet into the stupid condom you rolled on him.

You felt bad, but not bad enough.

Not bad enough to let him off the hook.

It had been hours, now, of this game.

A game Choso loved and hated; one that he could never stop playing, too content with getting drunk off the feeling.

You’d ride him until his legs spasmed, until he was trying to buck up to chase his peak.

Then, you’d stop.

Motionless, you’d let him sit snug inside, no friction to push him off the very edge into his release.

Then, after ten agonizing seconds, you’d move again.

He had lost count of how many times he’d had his orgasm ripped out of his grasp before he could taste it. He knew feeling like this— debauched, desperate— would be natural for anyone in this situation.

But the way you were stroking his cheek and cooing at him, so soft and sweet, had his body burning up.

“Good job, baby.”

He had been still and patient as you counted down in your head, the soft staccato of his heartbeat pulsing a pretty rhythm inside your cunt.

A tired head lolled to the side, softly suckling on the sullied gusset of the panties on his tongue. Drool rolled down his chin– mostly his– as the pleasure in his cock melted into a dull ache.

Slowly, you began to move again, clit grinding against the short black hair at the base of his cock.

A groan reverberated through his chest as you thumbed at his pecs, running the pads of your fingers over his pebbled nipples. Choso arched deliciously into the touch, arms shaking overhead as the pressure sent shockwaves through him.

His soft chest was so sensitive; you couldn't help but spit on his tits, sending sparks shooting to his curled toes. Deft fingers swirled around rosy areolas as you bounced on his length, trying not to lose your head.

He felt so good like this– pliant yet rock hard, throbbing against your cervix in soft thu-thumps that matched the pounding of his heart.

He groaned wantonly through the fabric, spit bubbling and dripping over his lower lip. You leaned down to chase it, kissing up his chin so slow.

He bucked in your grasp, body convulsing as his cries darkened his blindfold further. Fat tears rolled out from under the fabric, leaving glistening trails down flushed cheeks that disappeared into his hair.

His pretty display had your core heating, navel filled with blunt pleasing pressure. You couldn’t help but flutter around him, clenching down when ass met pelvis. Clearly, Choso was feeling it too— his moans melded into whimpers, high and whiny in the back of his throat. His chest stuttered with shaky breaths, and he spat out the panties with a little gag.

“You okay, baby?”

You slowed down, reaching up to tangle one hand with his. He squeezed it in his grip, hips lifting off the bed minutely to reach deeper inside. The movement shot shivers to his legs, toes pointed almost painfully. The low hum of the vibrator inside— just shy of his prostate— was driving him crazy.

His gasp had you impossibly wetter.

“Please… can’t do it anymore.”

“Please what, love?”

“Let me fuck you please… please please please just let me fuck you. I want to cum— I need to cum so bad.” It was babbled and wet, through sniffles and whines.

Slowly, you lowered yourself to his ear, hips grinding down on him once again.

“Then cum for me.”

Before you could finish, he did.

Arched off the bed, clamping down around his vibrator and thrusting up into you as much as he could, he came so hard he couldn’t breathe.

You rode him through it, chasing your own pleasure. Choso’s spent cries of overstimulation had you barreling off the edge, soaking his base, pelvis, and balls.

Slowing to a halt, you peeled the blindfold off. His eyes, unfocused and puffy with tears, softened at the sight of you.

You made quick work of the ribbons binding his wrists, brushing feather-light kisses to the reddened skin.

“You okay, Cho?”

“I’m great.”

He was giving you that dopey look— spit-slicked lips tugged into a goofy grin.

When he was like this, fuzzy after his orgasm, it was impossible to be shy.

The vibrator buzzed low inside him, keeping him riding the delicious edge between his post-orgasm butterflies and delicious overstimulation— it was mind-numbing.

He rolled his wrists experimentally, cracking the joints there, before helping you off his cock. He moved to yank off the condom as you untied his legs, blinking blearily down at himself.

His tip was all white and wet.

Little strings of thick cum connected his tip to his index finger as he touched it.

The condom broke.

“Baby…?” His voice cracked as you finished with the ribbon, throwing it over the side of the bed. “Something bad happened.”

He tugged the remaining flimsy latex off his base, stuffing it into the wrapper to toss later. His eyes were glued on your back, chest tight with fear. He hated seeing you upset, especially when it was because of him.

Yet, you crawled back up to his side as docile as ever.

“What’s wrong?”

Splaying a gentle hand on his spit-soaked chest, you rubbed big soothing circles on his sternum.

He took a shaky, steadying breath. Choso couldn't meet your eyes, opting instead to run his nails over the ribbon-chafed skin of his forearms.

“The condom sort of… broke… I didn’t know until I went to take it off.”

“Oh baby,” you mumbled, kissing his forehead. “That’s alright. Mistakes happen.”

Shifting, you brushed fingertips between your legs. The digits came up glossy, connected with little webs of thick cum.

Choso watched the movement, pupils dilating.

Before you could blink, he was on you again, pushing his toy just a little deeper inside to work his prostate while he split you open. Immediately, the stimulation had him quaking, arms shaking by your head as he caged you in.

“Sorry— Sorry I can’t—“ He babbled, eyes filling with tears as he humped you messily, tip battering your sore cervix.

You gripped onto his back, hooking your legs around his waist to keep him in deep, and were rewarded with the prettiest little moan.

“Feels too good— can’t stop,” he hissed, teardrops falling onto your cheeks as they dripped out dark eyes.

His thrusts were messy— cum-slicked and desperate— as he reached one hand down to your chest, groping the flesh there.

You arched into his touch, head thrown into the pillows as your cervix made out with his glans. Precum branded Choso onto the entrance of your womb, and you were cumming before you could even process that you were close.

Nails digging into his back, you gasped as Choso leaned down to suck at your nipple.

You rode out your orgasm pressing back into his cock and up into his mouth, eyes squeezed shut.

The telltale clenching had Choso’s cock melting, and the pretty tit in his mouth had his mind doing the same.

“Wanna fill you up— please… let me suck this titty and cum in you please— wanna cum like this—“

It was nonsensical, all grunts and whimpers as he pressed tears to the flesh of your breast.

You stroked his hair, still buzzing from your orgasm.

“Let it out, baby.”

He hiccuped, eyes fluttering back into closing eyelids as his dick stalled deep in you.

“Thank you— thank you, thank you, ‘m cumming—“ He rolled his hips into yours as he fucked his second load deep inside, spurting his creamy seed onto your womb. “I’m fucking cumming, thank you, thank you, thank you, can’t stop—“

He sobbed as he fucked you through it, cock so overwhelmingly overstimulated, sending shockwaves of pain-pleasure through his bones.

As his arms gave out, he collapsed onto you, suckling on your nipple weakly. You hummed, stroking his hair nice and slow as he blinked up at you with glassy eyes.

Choso gets shy easily.

But never when he’s like this.

dividers by @strangergraphics <3

[egglain]

having a sukuna is like having a pet— you can’t put ornaments on the tree anymore 😭

in honor of christmas approaching us soon…happy holidays (●'◡'●)

christmas with dumbass boyfriend! sukuna, who always insists on getting the largest tree to decorate, insisting that "bigger is better and we must establish our superiority." when you tell him that your house is too small to house an actual pine tree, he sets the same tree he uprooted from it's roots just a few seconds ago down with a loud thud.

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who helps you carve out shapes in the cookie dough with his nails while you bake christmas goodies. complains about the dough sticking underneath his nails, so you have a pouting king of curses besides you as you're filing and clipping his nails while the cookies bake in the oven.

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who tries to untangle the fairy lights but ends up tearing the wiring with his nails and crushes the tiny bulbs with his palm instead. he is instead given the job to drape said fairy lights in places you can't reach.

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who asks you to “guess which is his gift.” it's the one that looks like a pack of wild dogs packed it together but hey, the thought counts right?

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who is convinced that christmas ornaments have curses in them, so he eats it. he is rushed to the ER on christmas eve.  

[egglain]

DAD SUGURU I’M SOBBING

milk and cookies!

pairing: husband!Geto x f!Reader

content: MDNI, established relationship, modern AU, titjob, lactation, post-pregnancy, Geto helping unclog your milk ducts (hear! me! out!), domestic Suguru, talks of pregnancy and newborn baby, he is so obsessed with his wife, not rlly proofread srry if I missed typos!!

based on @egglain 's dickcember + this ask

"Suguru?" A soft voice in his ear, a warm hand squeezing his bicep, shaking him lightly. "Sugu?"

He blinked, groggily reaching over to his phone on the nightstand, the bright screen blinding him for a second, frowning at the midnight wake up call.

"Need your help," You murmured next to him, a hint of something he couldn't place in his sleep-depreived state.

"She's up again?" Suguru yawned, rubbing his eyes and dropping his phone back down. "I just fed her and got her back down an hour ago."

You'd practically passed out on the couch early this evening, a plate of freshly-baked cookies cooling on the counter and wrapped presents sitting under the twinkling, a chubby little swaddled bundle of joy asleep in your arms, Suguru studying all the familiar features of your face on someone new, the dark mop of hair he knew she got from him.

He carried the baby back up to her crib first, just for her to wake up the second her back hit the mattress. But eventually he'd been able to lull her back to sleep and return to the living room to carry his baby back to bed.

Your grip on his arm tightened, and he realized there was no crying, no whines or screeches to indicate his little angel had woken up.

"That's, um, sorta the problem."

He rolled over to face you and-

Oh.

He didn't have to guess what his pretty little wife needed. Your heavy breasts, swollen and straining against the thin cotton bra, damp spots bleeding through the thin nursing pads and the fabric, pump abandoned on your nightstand. A small pout adorning your lips, brows knitted together tightly like you were trying not to wince when you weakly kneaded your fingers into one of them.

"Clogged ducts?" He asked like he didn't already know, hoping to hear you say exactly what he wanted you to.

"It hurts, Sugu," You softly whined, looking down at the comforter you'd kicked off before you accidentally leaked on that too.

"I'm sorry, honey," Suguru hummed, sitting up to move closer, letting his palm run over your back.

"Can you-" You paused, cheeks flushing as you hesitated over the words.

"What do you want me to do, baby? Need me to get a warm washcloth?" He teased, his tired gaze flicking from your breasts begging for his attention up to the meek way you shook your head no. He let his hand slip up higher, brushing the hair away from your face, feeling the heat burning under your skin.

"Sugu," You muttered, your voice still raspy with sleep, he damp spot on your bra getting worse by the second, the fabric sticking to you. "The pump's not working."

Your hesitation to come right out and say it was cute. Acting shy, embarrassed by something he'd been wishing you'd asked since your milk first came in.

"Need your mouth," You finally mumbled under your breath.

"Yeah?" He teased, climbing over you slowly, helping you sit up so he could peel the bra off of you and toss it on top of your drool-stained shirt you'd thrown on the floor earlier, missing the laundry basket entirely. You smelled sweeter now, even more irresistible.

Your breasts had grown while you were pregnant, and he'd thought you'd never been so beautiful, swollen with his baby, proof you belonged to him, but now? There was even more to adore, resting his hands on your soft stomach, the fullness of your chest he couldn't help but sneak squeezes in when you were distracted. He was barely restraining himself trying to keep his hands off the rest of you until you got the okay from your doctor, needing to worship you, the body that'd given him the best Christmas present he could've ever asked for.

"Please," You whispered, a hand sinking into his hair to pull his body closer, and he chuckled, pressing a finger against your chest to gently push you back against the bed, head settling into your pillow.

His fingers pressing into your breasts, gently teasing at your hardened nipples before wrapping his mouth around one.

Sucking softly at first, the first sweetened taste spilling out over his tongue for him to lap up, swallowing the slow, weak drips. Massaging the firm tissue with his hands, feeling the way you stiffened under his touch, hips arching to grind up against his thigh when the first waves of relief washed over you.

"My poor baby," He purred, sucking harder, his cock twitching and starting to strain against his boxers at the strangled little noise you made at the sound of his voice.

"S-shut up," Your voice didn't have any bite though, thick with sleep and something more sensual, rolling yourself against his thigh, just as hungry for him as he was for you after weeks of going without.

"You're s'pposed to let me take care of you," He chided, clicking his tongue after pulling away with a soft pop! to relieve your other breast. Small droplets of milk kept flowing even after his mouth moved, only encouraged by his hand massaging more out. You squeaked, embarrassed, trying to move your hand to cover it up, but he swatted at it with a chuckle.

"Sugu," You started to protest, biting down on your bottom lip while his wrapped around your other nipple, taking his time to properly taste you before answering.

"Think I'm not gonna clean you up?" He teased. He'd like every drop off if you'd let him, wash every inch of you in the shower if you wouldn't.

You huffed, tangling your hand in his hair, piling it up into a loose bun instead of pulling him away, eyes fluttering back shut, breathing shaky, chest shuddering under his heavy touch.

For the first time in his life, he thought he might actually risk finishing in his underwear, cock throbbing, rutting against the bed for some friction.

"Baby," You whined, and he hated how easy it was for you to make his control slip, his composure crack.

"Mhm?" He murmured, mouth still filled with milk, trying to remind himself he was supposed to be helping you here.

"You can fuck them," You hesitantly muttered under your breath, squirming under his hands. "If you want."

"Fuck, angel," He grunted, pulling away just to climb on top of you, sturdy thighs pressing down your chest to straddle you, your much smaller hands covering your breasts as you pushed them together, peering up at him with heavy lidded eyes and batting your lashes. He tugged his cock free, the tip dripping and red, shoving it between your slick tits, the milk that had leaked out making it easy for him to slide it in-and-out.

"S-shit," You stammered, swallowing hard, breasts bouncing as his hands covered yours, helping you hold them there for him to fuck.

You looked so pretty underneath him, pleading with him to cover you in cum with every thrust of his hips, the warmth of your body and breasts that swallowed him up.

He couldn't resist groping harder, feeling the way you shifted, unable to suck in deep breaths with his weight bearing down on you.

"Mm, love you, sweetheart," He murmured, the lump in his throat bobbing while he tried to suppress his groan. Your chin tilting down, parting your lips just enough to graze against his tip.

It only took a few rough strokes, your tongue rolling over his slit and barely managing to press your lips against it before he was finishing early, warm spurts of cum shooting out and coating your lips like it was icing, moaning freely when you licked it up.

"I love you too, Sugu," You blinked a few times, eyes crinkling when you looked up at him, a gleam of adoration reflecting back in them when you yawned.

His mouth opened, about to suggest a shower, when a familiar cry cut through the quiet, the moment interrupted.

"I'll get a washcloth," Suguru sighed, climbing off of you, exhaustion still lingering in his bones when he walked towards the bathroom.

"I can get her this time," You yawned again, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Get some rest, baby," He insisted, returning with a damp washcloth and cleaning you up with slow wipes, kissing your forehead while the whines got louder.

"You got her last time," You giggled, pulling him down to kiss his cheek. "Besides, they'll just get clogged again if I don't get up and feed her."

Suguru's smile was sincere.

"I don't mind."

divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more !!

[egglain]

I’m not even a Nanami simp but 🤭 giggling and kicking my feet rn omg

i need to get this out of my head. getting your nails done and getting them a little extra long to surprise your boyfriend kento nanami.

when you show them to him he doesn’t take much note of the length, but he compliments the color and design like he always does and brings your hand to his lips, placing little kisses there that make you giggle.

it’s not until you’re underneath him that he realizes just what power these nails have.

you writhing and moaning, cause he’s stretching you open on his thick length so good that it almost hurts. trying to stop your eyes from rolling to the back of your head so you can keep eye contact, while he’s praising you through the whole thing.

his perfect perfect girl.

and then you rake your nails down his back, creating red marks, and kento’s whole body shudders as he squeezes his eyes shut. his hips stutter before he buries himself deep, shooting hot white ropes of cum, filling you up.

he whines into your ear. a pretty little sound, so far from his usual composed demeanor. it makes you tighten around him, which only aids kento to cum that much harder.

he rides out his high, before he opens his eyes again, and he pants as he mumbles several fumbled apologies.

kento usually never cums before you.

he blinks almost owlishly at you, wondering what sorcery you just pulled on him, cause he swears he just saw the pearly white gates of heaven.

something about your nails, the faint pain mixed with pleasure, the newfound knowledge that there’s yet another way for you to mark him as yours. he imagines going to work tomorrow, scratch marks hidden underneath his shirt, but he’ll know. and so will you.

you swear he almost purrs when you run your fingers through his sweaty blonde hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp, and tell him not to apologize. if anything, you found it hot.

incredibly hot.

(he never asks you to scratch him up again going forward, but whenever you’re fucking, he always makes sure his shirt is off so you have free access.)

(approximately three weeks later he transfers you well over the amount that your nails cost. in the note he just writes “make sure to get them long again”)

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[egglain]

absolutely tooth-rotting fluff i love this

husband toji! who would try his best to spoil you, even when he’s struggling financially. you want a romantic getaway? don’t worry, because he’s already saving up, cutting corners wherever he can, just to see the joy on your face when he surprises you with the trip of your dreams.

husband toji! he isn’t the most romantic man, but he tries his best. when he notices the small smile on your face as you watch a man surprise his partner with flowers hidden behind his back, he makes a mental note. the next time he’s away on a mission that lasts too long, he shows up at your door with a slightly crumpled bouquet in hand, looking a little awkward but secretly proud when he sees your face light up.

husband toji! who loves when you fall asleep on him—not just because he enjoys running his fingers through your hair as you rest on his chest, but also because it’s the perfect opportunity to snap a picture of the two of you. with a smirk on his face in the photo, he sends it to shiu with the caption, “bet you don’t have a cutie laying on you right now.” it always earns him an immediate middle-finger reply from shiu, which only makes his grin wider.

husband toji! who never expected to find himself in this position again—so lovestruck and soft for you that it sometimes scares him. he’s torn between wanting to bare his soul to you and protect you from the weight of his past. he doesn’t know if he should tell you about his late wife and the son he left behind, afraid it might change the way you see him, but also yearning for you to understand the parts of him he’s kept hidden for so long.

husband toji! who knows it’s wrong, knows he should let you be independent, but he can’t help himself. when you think he’s at work, he’s actually following you from a distance, keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re safe. the guilt of shadowing you like a stalker eats at him, but the thought of failing to protect you is even worse. so, he watches quietly, torn between trusting the world and trusting only himself to keep you safe.

husband toji! who finds himself spending money on “useless” and “childish” things like cute plushies or clothes simply because they remind him of you. he’ll grumble about it under his breath, but the moment he sees your delighted smile when he gives them to you, he knows it’s worth every penny.

husband toji! who doesn’t prepare for missions by training or strategizing beforehand, but by taking a long shower using your body wash, your shampoo, your conditioner, and your lotion—anything that smells like you. he sprays your perfume all over his body and clothes, not caring if anyone (shiu) questions why he smells so feminine and sweet. the comforting scent of you clings to him like a shield, grounding him when he’s away and reminding him of the warmth waiting for him at home.

husband toji! who secretly adores when you ask for his help with the little things. need help putting on your necklace for date night? he’s already behind you, gently moving your hair aside, his fingers brushing your skin as he clasps it on, all while staring at you lovingly through the mirror. need help opening a jar? don’t worry—he’s leaning over you in an instant, taking the jar from your delicate hands and twisting it open with ease. before you can thank him, he dips a finger into the jam, tastes it, and smirks, “almost as sweet as you,” he whispers in your ear, walking away just as he catches the sight of your flustered reflection in the marble counter.

husband toji! who sometimes forgets the strength of his own body, so he’s always extra, extra gentle with you. whether it’s holding your hand, pulling you into a hug, or brushing a strand of hair from your face, he moves with deliberate care, afraid of even the slightest chance of hurting you. his touch, though strong, always feels like the softest embrace, as if he’s protecting something he treasures more than anything.

husband toji! who picks up your hobbies just to have more in common with you, even if they’re things he never imagined himself doing—like painting, baking, or knitting. at first, he fumbles awkwardly, grumbling about how “this isn’t his thing,” but before long, he finds himself enjoying it more than he expected. the real joy, though, comes from seeing your excitement as you share these moments together, making him realize he’d try anything if it meant spending more time with you.

husband toji! who, after a gut-wrenching moment during one of his missions, realizes he doesn’t want to do it anymore. he doesn’t want to risk his life when all he wants is to spend it with you. knowing it’ll be hard to convince shiu, he brings you along under the pretense that you’re just meeting his friend. as you take a seat beside him, your face glowing with excitement at finally meeting one of his friends, toji and shiu sit across and beside you, their expressions serious as they speak in coded phrases to keep you blissfully unaware of toji’s real job. toji glances at you, his heart softening at your smile, and silently vows to make his case to shiu—because you’re his reason to walk away from it all.

husband toji! who will gladly hold your purse without hesitation when it keeps slipping off your shoulder, or carry your heels in one hand while giving you his slippers to wear, walking barefoot himself without a second thought. he doesn’t care about the stares or the inconvenience—your comfort is all that matters to him, and he’d do anything to make sure you’re at ease.

husband toji! whose favorite hobby, out of all the ones he picked up from you, is coming home to find you asleep on his side of the bed, wearing his tee and boxers, clutching his pillow to your chest. he gently removes the pillow, replacing it with himself as he slides into bed, pulling you close. with his arms around you, he kisses your forehead and whispers softly in your ear how grateful he is for you and how deeply he loves you, even if you can only hear him in your dreams.

[egglain]

choso omg omg it’s choso guys i love him

"stop running and take it like i know you can."

you deserve this, really. the mind-melting way choso drives his cock into you over and over and over again. you were teasing him all day, playing coy just to turn around and deny him of his needs. subtle touches throughout the day; fingers grazing over his clothed bulge in public. the looks you’d give him.

and now he’s pent up and punishing you for ever thinking he wouldn’t have his way in the end. and you have the nerve to run? to try and squirm up on the mattress to escape the way he bullies his dick into you, abusing your poor pussy like he’s anything but infatuated?

he has to pin your hips down against the sheets just to fuck you even more senseless. still, you writhe under his touch. he’s so big, so hard, and so fucking mean. “told you to fucking stay still, baby.”

“cant” you’re practically mewling for more despite yourself. choso can feel the way you clench around him, how you push your hips up to impale yourself further on his length without even knowing it. “you’re too much.”

“you could take even more,” choso hums, his hair hanging over his face in sweaty strands as his eyes meet yours. his lips are kiss-swollen and his cheeks are blushing red with the exertion of fucking you so mean, but his thrusts only quicken as he reaches down to rub at your clit with two of his fingers. "don't run from me."

you could cry. you think you do, but with the way choso slips every last inch of himself into you, you can't tell up from down. and his moans are perfection, sweet against the shell of your ear but ragged with exertion and need and an orgasm that's coming all too quickly for him to handle.

and when he cums, he holds you down on his cock like he doesn't trust you not to waste a drop of him. his stomach tenses, face contorts into something ecstatic and beautiful, and he comes with a choked moan that spurs on your own orgasm: your fourth of the night.

"you can handle it baby," he fucks you through your orgasm, pushes his cum impossibly deeper inside of you in doing so. "so fucking good. told you that you could, didn't i?"