#jjk x plus size reader

[paranoiddreams]

Inspired by this amazing piece of work from @tojisteddy

Plus sized!reader, king!sukuna, mainly fluff, a hint of suggestiveness, reader is described with breasts, lowkey pet play i think??, Sukuna just owns you :3

pt. 2

Sukuna wasn’t used to this kind of beauty. In all the centuries he’s lived, he’s never once seen someone as perfect as you.

The slope of your soft curves, the dimples on your lower back, the soft shape of your eyes—your beauty is entire mortal to him; limited and fragile.

So he takes great honor in pampering his pet human.

He makes sure you eat as much as you desire, never have to want for anything, and get the princess treatment you deserve. Only the best for his little human. He also insists on taking his nightly baths with you, special essential oils and herbs mixed into the water that he never used before, but does now. He’ll sit you between his legs, back against his chest, while candlelight flickers across your bare skin.

His hands can’t help but wander beneath the water, where your plush thighs push together.

“Such a pretty, pretty creature,” he’ll whisper into your ear, using a tone reserved only for you. “My pretty creature.”

You lean your head back against his tattooed shoulder, sighing softly into the room. The warm water nearly lulls you to sleep, but Sukuna’s large hands roaming up to squeeze your soft flesh keeps you awake.

He loves your tummy, and your heavy breasts, how they fill his palms perfectly. He runs the pad of his thumbs over your perked nipples, relishing in the soft whine that slips past your supple lips.

“You like being my pet, don’t you?” He whispers.

“Yes, my lord,” you whisper back.

In moments like these, Sukuna feels the warmth of intimacy, and sometimes even innocence, that he grew up without. Despite how against the realization he is, he knows deep down that you thaw a part of himself whenever you’re around. You make him a better ruler, and give him a perspective unknown to most curses like him.

“And you’ll be loyal to me forever, yes?”

“For as long as I live,” you vow.

A low sound of satisfaction rumbles deep from within his chest. He wraps his arms tighter around you, as if you’d dissolve into the water.

Sukuna knows you’ll live longer than many humans, only because he knows that he’ll do anything to keep you out of harm’s way. Anything to keep you by his side as his precious pet.

[rexhya]

your boyfriend is a cuddle demon

the two of you rest together throughly entangled in each other when all of a sudden, a nagging and agitated feeling creeps up on you.

"hun, i gotta pee." he groans dramatically as possible only locking your body further into place.

"don't go..." he whines pathetically you almost let him stay there, but like clockwork, the feeling returns.

"i'll be back in literally three seconds, seriously babe. do you want me to pee on you?" you huff, failing to pry the red heads beefy arms away from you.

theres a pause before he answers, "but i miss you..." and you laugh.

"and i do to, but if you wanna be covered in piss in the next two seconds you gotta move." and with a reluctance groan he shifts his warmth away for you to get up towards the bathroom. only instead of lying in your shated sheets like you'd expected him to, he immediately gets up after you and follows you to the bathroom.

"what are you doing?" your body in the doorway.

he rolls his eyes like it's obvious, "watching you what else."

you cock an eyebrow, "watching me pee?"

you boyfriend only pushes you in lightly and shuts the foor behind him. "only to protect you, and like i said. i miss you."

you grin in disbelief, he was pouting, litterally pouting as he answered.

"right, sure. makes total sense." and with a look you sit down on the toilet to use the bathroom, it's not as awkward as you think, espy your boyfriend who was currently checking himself out in the mirror.

and when you finish, "alll done?" he ask's, watching you reach for the toilet paper and turning around swiftly.

"yeah..."

and he whips back around scooping you up in his arms to carryy you back to bed.

"finally, i almost dies for a second there."

[merakidoll]

the monster under the bed | true form sukuna

the monster under the bed was something only you could experience. the lonely nights of having someone who you onced loved so much; had now turned into someone you shared a bed with. the nights filled with intimacy turned into sorrow filled ones with silent tears, and a soggy pillow. all until you saw sukuna.

“i’m here pretty girl” his rough commanding voice said gently. his hips rocked fucking his downward curved cock into your tiny hole. the mouth on his stomach had no problem taking up that puffy pink clit that looked so sackable. the moonlight shined into you and your husbands bedroom. the same bed where you were getting fucked silly, the man you said i do to snored, turning his body and smaking his lips as he slept. sukuna didn’t care for him, but about making you cum once more, your taste lingering in his mouth making his tastebuds tingle in satisfaction.

your head fell back against your pillow, breast bouncing - your brown buttons getting squeezed, along with his long nails scraping against your skin. your pastel pink bonnet slid off your head leaving the zebra scarf to rest crooked on your mane. your nails dug into the silk sheets, toes curling as soft long moan dragged from you when the mouth on his stomach released your clit with a pop. everything happened so fast, sukuna man handled you onto your stomach, arching you so your fat ass was tooted it or the air. he slid into you slow, soaking in how your wet pussy welcomed him. walls bending to his curve and all - because this was the sixth night you found yourself under the monster.

“look at him” sukuna bent over your back to reach your ear. his tongue swirled around your lobe, and his stomach mouth laid kisses on your ass, tongue slithering out to lick the crack of your ass searching for your other hole. your face was pushed into your pillow, wet with tears. but no longer from sadness- but pleasure. you looked at your husband, moaning out “sukunaaaa” as your pussy contracted, cream dripping into a puddle beneath you. “say how you’re mine little baby”

the rhythm you two made sounded like a medlody. sukuna’s grunts mixing well with your moans. he thankfully used his skills to cover the sounds you both made to mask it from the small bubble you both were in. no matter how bad he wanted your husband to see - he couldn’t hurt you, at least not in a way you knew it was his doing. “m‘yours” you hiccuped, eyes closing at the feeling your in stomach ached. “i’m sukuna’s” in your blurred vision the street lights. you weren’t sure if it was your mind so high off getting fucked so good that made you hear thunder or if it actually was raining.

sukuna sped himself up. fucking you vigorously, fast and hard. your brown ass was red from the constant slaps of his pelvis. he backed up from you slightly, letting the mouth that was engraved into him feast upon your ass hole. the long thick tounge swirled around your rim, sinking into you making you scream. it began to match the pace of sukuna’s thrust. your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

cries upon cries, you could no longer hold in your essence. “let it out doll” and on que you let go. squirting all over your bed, crying out how much you loved sukuna, how you no longer wanted your husband. sukuna relished in it all. cumming in your sore pussy, making sure your hole was good and stuffed before pulling out with a limp cock and plan. soon you would be his. soon he will take you to his world.

[tvgals]

the first time satoru says “i love you.” was when he thought he was gonna die.

not when fighting a curse and not when he was playing cod with geto.

no, it was when he first slipped into your succulent, warm, cunt.

he looked down at you, brushing the sweat off of your forehead. “you look so pretty like this, baby.” he chuckles to himself. satoru was stuck between a rock and a hard place. your pussy was so beautiful, inviting almost, but he was terrified of cumming too fast. “satoruuu…” you croon, brining a hand up to cup his face. he sighs and looks up at you with puppydog eyes. “mhm?” he hums, his hand never leaving the base of his cock.

“you’re staring…” you giggle, bringing your hand up to stroke his ivory hair. he smiles and strokes his dick a couple times, pressing the tip into your cunt. “m’sorry…” he mumbles, slowly pushing his dick inside. you moan out and wrap your arms around satoru’s neck. he huffs out and starts to moan lowly to himself, mumbling something along the lines of “oh my god” or “fuck, this is amazing.” he finally bottoms out inside of you, a moan getting caught in his throat before bursting out suddenly, his head dropping into the dip between your shoulder and neck. as satoru starts to thrust in and out of you, you can’t help but speak praises about your oh-so perfect boyfriend.

“you’re doing so good.” you moan out breathlessly, squeezing the back of his neck with your soft hand as the other roamed his back. he groans out, bringing two strong hand to pin your wriggling hips to the bed. and with two more fatal strokes…he cums..right inside of you with no warning. “oh-oh fuck..” he moans, biting the pillow beneath your head. “oh my god..shit, i love you.” he moans out, a deep cherry blush adorning his pale face.

“huh?” you hum out, arching your stomach into his built frame. “fuck, y/n..” he moans, still rolling his hips into yours. “i really do…i love you..” he cries out, gripping your waist even harder.

you were totally making fun of him for this later.

[cyberrmusee]

thinking about ceo!nanami

cw: dub con, drunk s3x, breeding

ceo!nanami who has several different business type degrees, the number one stock company in the east and spent the better part of what he calls his “younger years” in college, so he could build his dream life. (he’s not old now, his soul just is.)

ceo!nanami who never had the time to think about love and romance after high school, he was too busy building a stable future, so he only ever had his fist and a bottle of lotion :(

ceo!nanami who grew accustomed to being single, heart practically non existent, ruling his company with an iron fist.

ceo!nanami who looked like a deer in headlights the first time he ever saw you, his temporary secretary, while his main one was gone on maternity leave.

ceo!nanami who tries to play it cool and pretend to be unaffected by your bright aura, your little jokes and your sexy yet somehow appropriate work attire.

ceo!nanami who hates to admit that after two months of you by his side, he’s enjoying it, you’ve made him smile a little more and took his heart off ice.

ceo!nanami who now has to have you with him at every meeting, no matter how minuscule, if he couldn’t see you, that little high cheekboned smile, and make eye contact with you, he’d flail in the meeting.

ceo!nanami who nearly throws a fit when his secretaries extended maternity leave is over and you have to give her, her job back, he just can’t have you disappear like that, not after the last six months.

ceo!nanami who blushes and smiles like a fool when you give him your number and tell him you’d love to go out for drinks some time, the tips of his ears scarlet red with embarrassment.

ceo!nanami who gets plastered with you and has to have a car take you both back to his place, because neither of you can properly walk a straight line, led alone drive.

ceo!nanami who can’t keep his drunken gaze off of you as you slip your shoes and jacket off out of respect for his house. his gaze lazy and hungry as he looks you over.

ceo!nanami who now was pushing your head down into the couch cushion with one hand, while his other gripped onto your hips for dear life as he sloppily pounded into you from behind with the lewdest wet sounds imaginable.

his vision blurred and distorted but he couldn’t mistake the way your snug walls hugged him so tight. the way you were soaking his dick and moaning into the couch cushion so prettily.

he couldn’t mistake the way you looked back at him over your shoulder with your mouth open through every thrust, gasping out “ri-righ th-there ken..” plap! plap! “please.. d-don’t stop” plap plap! “mngh.. god you’re gonna make me cum ken!” plap plap plap!

and he definitely couldn’t miss the way your spongy walls wrapped around him so fucking tight it almost hurt when you came, hiccuping and moaning out “cum inside ken.. w-wan’ it inside!” and who was he to deny the woman he wanted to make his wife?

[luviisabella]

🐱eater!suguru who does it for his own pleasure.

🐱eater!suguru who thinks it would be a blessing to die between your legs.

🐱eater!suguru who doesn’t stop until your nonverbal.

🐱eater!suguru who can’t get enough, it’s an addiction, and he has no shame in admitting that.

[11:35pm] song: feel like I’m drowning -two feet

—

“Suguruuuu please s’too much-“ your body was glistening in sweat, the smell of sex filling the dim lit room.

You already came twice and it wasn’t enough, not for him. He could die like this, at this rate he might because the strength in keeping your legs from suffocating him is giving out.

The view he had of you was ethereal, something he could only dream about. Your back slightly arched off the bed, your hands gripping his hair, beautiful soft thighs held in hands, he couldn’t ask for more.

By this point whatever was stressing you out wasn’t even a thought in the back of you head anymore. You had no train of thought, let alone a conscious. He was being relentless but he knew you could handle it and based off the fact that you haven’t said your safeword he knows you’re handling it pretty well.

“S-sugu m’ gonna cum m’ gonna cum” your words slurred as you tried warning him, his pace quickening as whines escaped your throat. He reached down to spread your pretty pussy with his hand before giving your clit a few more licks and watching you come undone all over his tongue.

He let you catch your breath before swiping his thumb over your clit, the sensation causing your body to shiver in response. Once he was contempt with the way you looked and the view of your pussy he stood up, his large frame now between your legs as he licked his lips and leaned down towards you.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow, y/n.”

[11:55pm]

[bapelana]

visiting nanami at work with food always ends up with a steamy altercation…

thick!black!reader. nanami and reader are married with a daughter. 16- dni. it’s almost office sex but it’s just making out <3

it was just after three when you stepped into nanami’s office.

the city sun filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows along the floor and across the long lines of his back.

nanami was standing by the window, his tie undone and the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled to his elbows, one hand resting at his hip while the other ran through his hair—tired, slow, exasperated.

he hadn’t noticed you yet.

you stood still for a moment, quietly watching the tension in his shoulders, the subtle rise and fall of his chest. he looked like he’d been carrying the weight of the world.

you exhaled softly and shut the door behind you.

“brought you something, nana.”

his head turned immediately.

and the moment his eyes landed on you, it was like someone had shut off the static.

the stress didn’t disappear, not entirely, but the air shifted. softened. his expression eased—just slightly—and his mouth parted, the faintest breath catching on the edge of his lips.

you smiled. “hey, baby.”

he took one step toward you, then another, slow and deliberate. his eyes didn’t move from you once.

your white blouse clung too tight to your chest, threatening to give at the buttons. your pencil skirt cinched at your waist and hugged your hips like it had been sewn onto you. and beneath it all, sheer pantyhose clung to your thighs like second skin—showing just enough to be cruel.

nanami stopped in front of you, taller and broader and entirely silent.

then, lowly—

“c’mere.”

he didn’t have to say it twice.

you stepped into his space, handing him the takeout bag, but it fell somewhere on the desk behind him without care. both of his arms slid around your waist, his face burying into the crook of your neck like he needed the scent of you to breathe properly.

his voice was quiet when he spoke. hoarse.

“i hate this job.”

you let out a soft laugh. “yeah, i know. your face said that before you did.”

he exhaled against your skin. his hands didn’t move, but they tightened slightly at your waist.

“it’s three,” you murmured. “you’re off at seven, right? only four hours left.”

“too long.”

“well, your daughter’s been askin’ for you all day. she drew you this wild looking rectangle she swears is ‘daddy.’ i told her it was cute, but you’ve gotta come home and fix that.”

he chuckled, lips brushing just beneath your jaw. “she’s gettin’ better.”

“barely,” you whispered, turning your head to press a kiss to his cheek. “but she loves you so much. we both do.”

his fingers pressed into the small of your back. his lips lingered near your collarbone, the faintest scrape of his nose against your throat as he took a slow breath.

“i missed you today.”

“i missed you too.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you.

and when he did, his gaze lingered.

his eyes followed the curve of your mouth first, the faint shine of gloss across your bottom lip. then lower, to the swell of your breasts, barely held in place by your blouse. then your waist, where his hands still rested, and farther down to your hips, the shape of them straining beneath the fabric.

finally—your thighs. thick and pressed together, wrapped in delicate sheer that did nothing to conceal their softness.

his breath grew heavier.

“…you’re not serious,” he said, softly, like the words were spoken more to himself than you.

your smile was slow, smug. “what?”

his gaze returned to your lips.

“you can’t come in here like this and expect me to wait four more hours.”

his mouth found yours before you could speak.

it was warm. deliberate. the first press of his lips gentle—reverent. but then it deepened, quickly, like a flame catching to dry wood.

his hands gripped tighter at your waist, pulling you flush against him as he moved forward, pressing you back until your hips met the edge of his desk.

the kiss turned messy, wet, your mouths sliding together as he tilted his head and licked into you with a soft groan.

you moaned quietly, one hand clutching the front of his shirt while the other slipped into his hair.

he kissed you like he’d been starving all day.

like he was still at home in your bed, not surrounded by the sterile walls of an office. it was desperate, sensual, hungry.

his tongue curled against yours, slow and filthy. his hand slid from your waist to your plush thigh, squeezing it through the hose before his fingers pushed beneath your skirt.

your legs parted for him instinctively.

his mouth never left yours.

you gasped softly between kisses, your back arching as he licked into your mouth again, slower this time—pulling a whine from your throat. he swallowed it whole. his hands gripped your thighs, pressed you open around him, lips still wet and sliding.

then he bit down on your bottom lip, gentle but firm. you whimpered again. so did he.

when he finally pulled away, his breathing was shallow. cheeks flushed. his gaze heavy-lidded and slightly dazed.

you looked up at him through damp lashes, your lips swollen, gloss smudged, a breathy laugh catching in your chest.

“you’re gonna be late to your next meeting if you keep this up.”

he didn’t answer. he just stared. then his eyes flickered down from your eyes to your mouth again.

you reached for his tie, smoothing it gently as you caught your breath.

“go back to work,” you whispered. “just four more hours. then you can come home to me.”

his hand still rested against your thigh.

“and what’s waiting for me when i do?”

you smiled slowly. leaned up just enough to whisper at the corner of his lips—

“a surprise.”

you slid off the desk, smoothed your skirt back down, and gave him one last wink before heading to the door.

his gaze stayed glued to you the whole time.

when you closed the door behind you, he was still standing there. lips parted. pants tight.

and the only thing nanami could think was how the fuck he was supposed to wait until seven.

was listening to best mistake by ariana grande & big sean while writing this so mb if it became hornier than expected… snickers. pt 2??? of a diff character ???

[aquasoftware]

I'm a big fan of your smaus! 🫶🏻 , I was wondering if you can do like latina!reader who's a stay at home wifey who cooks and cleans! And like latina!reader makes hella good food so much that the jjk!men get chubby (so sexy btw) 🙂‍↕️ 🎀 (smau idea or fix idea 🤱🏻?)

৻ꪆ THE RECIPE FOR LOVE ! ৻ꪆ

FT | ୨ৎ Satoru, Suguru, Kento, Choso, Toji, Sukuna ୨ৎ + Special guests : Ino & Shiu.

Desc | Abs? Gone. Self-control? Nowhere to be found. The JJK men married a woman whose cooking makes her worthy of worshiping ➜ and now they’re growing thick, clingy, and more in love with every bite.

Cw | fluff, crack, suggestive, chubby! Reader + established rls. | ML | Other RECENT smaus? ➜ 1, 2, 3, & 4. | A/n : Decided to rep a different country in each, I hope that’s okay with you!! + Mexican Sukuna :P & Thank you for requesting!

Divider/Boarders produced by puppizai + enchanthings-a.

Song written by Koi’lani/@aquasoftware. ©

REBLOGS, COMMENTS, AND LIKES ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!! THANK YOU <3

[hazzelle-kento]

‘You make me whole, Brat.’

Soft!Sukuna is making me feel all types of ways ☺️💖

[nanamincreampie]

That's What Got You Pregnant

Streamer!Suguru Geto x Black pregnant reader

Context: Your streamer husband is still loves staring at your ass even during your pregnancy (inspired by this)

Contains: Domestic fluff

The rhythmic boing of the yoga ball echoed gently through your shared office. The soft latex surface flexed under your weight as you bounced steadily, thighs working overtime while your round belly swayed with each motion. At 32 weeks pregnant, this was your go-to for easing back pain and getting a little movement in without doing too much.

You looked good, and you knew it.

Leggings hugged your thick thighs and wide hips like they were made for your body alone, the stretchy waistband under your bump. The charcoal gray workout sweater you wore was unzipped halfway, letting your baby belly breathe. Your dark skin glowed in the soft ring light you’d set up behind the camera, and your long boho braids, freshly done, swayed along your shoulders and back.

You had your phone set up on a tripod across the room, angled perfectly to capture the full scene: you bouncing on your yoga ball behind your husband, Suguru, who was live on stream mid-Call Of Duty match, shirtless as always and deep in his zone.

“Got ‘em. Bro, don’t ever rush me like that again,” Suguru muttered into his mic, a grin tugging at his lips. “I’m built different.”

He didn’t know you were filming. Not for content, not for the world. Just for yourself. You’d been documenting your pregnancy in quiet little snippets, and tonight you felt beautiful. Plush and glowing. You wanted to remember this feeling, this version of you.

Then it happened.

You didn’t even notice when Suguru glanced away from his screen.

His head turned just slightly enough to catch the motion behind him.

The bounce. The ass. The curve of your hips and thighs jiggling with each soft bounce on the ball. The shine of your braids. The way your sweater hugged the top of your bump while your leggings clung to everything below.

His game could’ve ended right there, and he wouldn’t have noticed.

You caught his gaze on the camera screen and smirked to yourself, still bouncing subtly, smooth, as if you didn’t just catch your husband in 4K thirsting over you on livestream.

“You look good, baby,” Suguru said out loud, a little too casually.

His mic was still on.

The chat fell into silence. Then rolled into chaos.

He blinked.

“…Wait,” Suguru said, finally noticing the phone on the tripod. “You recording this?”

You gave him that smile, soft, sweet, amused, while staying silent, still bouncing, braids swaying, belly gently moving with each rise and fall.

He squinted, clearly realizing he was being documented.

“Damn,” he muttered. “My bad. I was starin’ at your ass.”

You immediately burst out laughing, your laugh loud and full, shoulders bouncing right along with your belly. You nearly rolled off the yoga ball, hand flying to your side as you gasped between giggles.

The chat exploded.

"NAH HE SAID WHAT HE SAID 😭" "AND HE’S RIGHT" "YALL SEE HOW SHE LOOK THO??" "THAT’S WIFE ENERGY" "GETO AINT NEVER COMIN BACK FROM THIS ONE"

Suguru glanced at the screen, then back at you, clearly flustered but trying to play it cool. “What? Like I’m not allowed to admire the woman who got me losin’ sleep over her ass since we were nineteen?”

You wheezed.

“Suguru!” you gasped, tears in your eyes from laughing.

He leaned back in his chair, finally surrendering to the moment, mic still on, headset slightly askew, his entire attention now fully on you. Not the game. Not the chat.

You.

“That’s what got you pregnant,” he said with a shrug, as if he were simply stating facts.

You nearly collapsed laughing all over again, wobbling on the yoga ball as you clutched your bump.

“That is not how it happened,” you choked out.

He raised a brow. “Was it not that same ass, those same leggings, this same bouncin’ that got me kicked off stream three months ago?”

You went speechless. Face hot. Belly shaking. Boho braids swinging as you shook your head at your husband.

Suguru looked dead into the camera now, all smug confidence and no regrets.

“I’d like the record to show,” he said to the chat, “I ain’t even sorry.”

Later that night, when you finally got the video off your tripod and onto your private camera roll, you sat on the couch replaying it while Suguru walked back into the living room with a bowl of ice cream and two spoons.

“You said all that on live?” you teased, licking your lips as you played the part where he muttered "my bad, I was starin' at your ass."

He shrugged, sitting beside you and scooping a bite of your favorite flavor. “They needed to know.”

“Know what?”

“That you're fine as hell.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, one hand instinctively resting over your belly, the other offering you the spoon.

“Still,” you grinned, “you’re lucky I am pregnant or I’d be bouncin’ on something else tonight.”

Suguru froze.

Then grinned.

“…Bet.”

[paranoiddreams]

Toji fucking you while Shiu is on the phone because he just can’t help himself. You just make his him feel so good, why should he stop if it’s only his silly handler is calling?

You’re trying to say quiet as your boyfriend’s cock slams in and out of you from below, his hips doing all of the work for you; you tapped out a while ago after your 2nd or 3rd earth shattering orgasm. But how can you not whimper and moan pathetically when Toji is quite literally fucking you into a higher plain of existence?

Shiu can obviously hear all of this. He only called to tell Toji about a job he has for him, but was instantly met with the muffled sounds of your cries and pleas.

“T-Toji! H-hang up…” your voice is so broken, so whiny, both men can tell that you’re nearly past your limit.

“Hold on, doll,” Toji’s gruff voice crackles from the other end of Shiu’s phone, “just a quick call…”

“Fushiguro, this conversation can be held another—“

“Nah,” he interrupts his handler with a huff, “keep going.”

For a moment, Shiu isnt sure if Toji is talking to him or you, who is obviously falling apart on his cock. He only realizes it’s the former when another grunt of his name snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Well…you’ve got a hit for a client we’ve worked with before; a big one, and—“

Shiu stops when he hears a muffled gasp on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of choked out whimpers.

“Yeah?” Toji groans. “Which client?”

He’s currently got you under him now, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you. Each thrust of his cock perfectly reaches your abused g-spot, making it harder and harder for you to keep your moans hushed. What makes it even more difficult, although, is the fact that Toji’s smug face tells you that he knows this, so when you see one of his hands snake down to rub slow circles against your clit you know that this is all part of his plan.

“W-Well…the client from…” Shiu can barely catch his breath as he sits behind his desk, trying not to give in and palm his aching cock through his work slacks.

“What’s up, boss man?” Toji chuckles from the other end, “something on your mind?”

That sick son of a bitch. Shiu’s fist balls atop his desk, the hand holding his phone shaking slightly from how hard he’s gripping it. “Fushiguro,” he breathes out. He doesn’t have to say anything else, because the tone of his voice tells Toji all he needs to know.

“What? My girl’s pretty little sounds making you all flustered? Or is it the sound of her gushing around my cock?”

Shiu clears his throat, running a hand over his face. “You’re such a sick fuck,” he says.

“I’m the sick fuck?” Toji scoffs jovially. “You’re the one who’s still on the phone.”

[rexhya]

aranged marriage with nanami kento except he's so painfully awkward around you think he just fucking hates you

"can you pass the salt, please?" you voice quivers slightly and curse the guilt that floods his system, he tries to cheer you up.

"no." you flinch and don't say anything for the rest of the dinner, it was supposed to be sarcasm but his mind was so tense with anticipation it came out sounding like he'd actually meant it.

kento tries to fix things, planning a long and drawn out apology he's gone over at least 6 times before he's ready to say it aloud but as soon as you finish your last dish you mutter a quick goodbye and scramble as far away to the other side of the palace

so he tries again the next morning, he makes the two of you tea and things are going well untill you realize what said tea contains

"nanami..." you whisper. he looks up from his book to see your pretty face on the verge of tears and uncharacteristically red...

"i'm alergic to green tea.."

safe to say after that incident you avoided him like the plague, you no longer came down for dinners, you were pretty much awol if he was around

he understood why, but it didn't break his heart any less.

as a last and final resort, nanami tries to be blunt, he'd heard you sob when he passed by your door and knew it was time to get overhimself

he goes all out, flowers gifts and a book you'd mentioned in passing conversation

your very confused when you return home from your outing, wondering if it was somebody's birthday before the blonde makes it clear it's all meant for you.

"but...why?" you can't help yourself, it just didn't seem real considering

he takes a deep breath, "you, you—" he closes his mouth and lets the wave of shame pass

"i dont want you to take your ring off." he starts, and he can tell he had to speak fast because you look shocked now. "i was just passing by, and i heard you speaking to Elizebeth, don't take off your ring. And let me apologize properly, for...my behavior."

"but, but i dont understand..." and truly you don't, nanami kento, a man of little words and even fewer actions was trying to say sorry to you

"i've not been a good husband to my wife, not a good one at all. i let my own character take over and have caused to you far to much pain. so if you have me, only if you'll have me, would you be willing to give me another chance?"

you couldn't lie at the way nanami said wife, it made you feel special, it made you feel noticed.

it made you feel loved.

"yes, yes you may."

[merakidoll]

“ohmygod” you squealed as the slasher jump scared the running women. your eyes rolled to the back of your head right after, the small jump you did pushing you more onto choso’s long thick cock. “that’s right baby” he ignorantly said bucking himself into your warmness and groaning. friday’s were the day you two had movie nights - it mostly was scary movies which you both loved. you because you got to cuddle with your pretty buff emo boyfriend and feel safe. and choso’s well because he could milk the situation. each time you wanted a scary movie he would suggest cock warming, saying to you so gently how it would give you comfort from the closeness.

and your little brain could only take so much thinking at once that when he said it, you didn’t even think of it being a trick. and each time it ended the same way. the now screams from the women who was being cut brutally was unheard. now, your hands were on your knees as you shook your ass on choso’s dick. his tounge swiped over his pierced lip, his thumb wet from his spit and pressing down on your puckered hole that gracefully took the thick digit in.

“chochooo” your ass clapped at a perfect rhythm, hypnotizing the man. his cock jerked inside of your wall, small spurts of pre cum from the built up frustration slowly being released into you. the clapping sound that you both mad echoed out. “i’m here baby.” choso slapped your ass and took a firm hold of your hips taking control. his abs flexed, pelvis working as he slid down on the couch and started to fuck you. you - now standing on your feet, tried to run. the cool air blew on your clit, and the double penetration prompted stars to form in your vision.

“where. are. you. going.” his balls hung, full of the cum that was right there. your tears poured from your cheek, falling to the floor. just as the last victim excaped the scary killer you came. creaming over the pretty two toned and veiny dick with a beautiful cry. choso chuckled slightly, balls now srucnhed as he stilled in your pussy and released all of his kids into you. “it’s okay” he said soothingly. cock still cumming, and his thumb moving in and out of your ass slowly. “chochos here baby”

[tvgals]

he’s never felt so good before. his eyes roll back in ecstasy and he grips the sheets next to you, whimpers and moans escaping his pink lips. “satoru, baby.. you gotta hush..” you remind your pussy drunk boyfriend.

“m so sorry..you’re so good for me, mama..” he slurs out, bringing a hand to grab and squeeze your plush tits. he can’t help but notice the way it makes you gasp, how you seem to arch up more into his body. he can feel the pushback on his dick and he can’t help but squeal your name out loud. you slap a hand over his mouth and pull his hair simultaneously, forcing him to shutup. that’s when you hear a faint, “satoru?” from down the hall. you shoot him a mean glare and push his weak body onto the bed.

“wh-whatcha doin’?” he moans out, bringing his slender hands to kneed the fat on your hips. “i told you to shutup.” you groan, shoving two fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet. before satoru could get any more sounds out, you two can hear suguru’s footsteps slowly approaching down the hall.

“you better cum fast, pretty boy”

[cyberrmusee]

dad’s best friend | ʚɞ toji fushiguro ʚɞ |

ʚɞ — contains: age gap (23 & 46), mentions of drinking and drunk s3x, hair pulling, slight dub con?, reader is implied to be blk, pet names (ma, mama, pretty girl, pretty baby) pregnancy mention, implied marathons, breeding.

a part of you knew this was wrong, maybe a very small part that was buried very very very deep in your subconscious, but i digress.

i mean he was twice your age for crying out fucking loud. he sorta helped raise you alongside your dad. you grew up with his son, went to school with his son, hell he even took you to prom your senior year.

this was wrong.. so many levels of fucking wrong, but you couldn’t stop yourself and apparently neither could he.

you were home visiting from uni for the summer, and you promised your dad you’d actually stay in the house with him this time, unlike usually when you’d stay in the beach house up the road like you’d done the last two summers.

what you didn’t promise although, was that you wouldn’t let his best friend of twenty plus years, have you bent over this counter, screwing you silly.

it started the summer you turned 21, you were home staying in the beach house and toji wanted to buy you your first definitely not legal drink, one thing led to another and now whenever you came home for any sort of break, it was him and you, back to back to back.

you knew this was wrong, that your dad could come in at any minute, the poor man would have a stroke if he saw the display.

you were bent over the counter, your braids fisted in toji’s hand as he pulled you back by em’ , your ass rippling against his pelvis with every lewd thwack! he gave you.

your maw hung open as you gasped for air, his angry shroomy tip giving your cervix brutal kisses. you gripped the counter so hard you swore you’d broken a piece off.

dots of black in your vision as you came for the nth time in just the short twenty minutes, screaming and wailing like you were in heat. “mmmf to-tojiii fuuckkk!”

he smirked, yanking your head back further and slapping his other hand over you mouth as he worked his hips faster, harder, deeper. “g-gah dammit ma, hush up all that yellin’ n shit. want the whole neighborhood to hear ya?” he grunted out.

your cries were muted and muffled as your eyes rolled back and tears pricked the corner of them. it was his favorite sight. “mhm, i know those lil— hah- college boys can’t give it to you— fuck- l-like this mama..”

you could only whine in response against his hand, tears spilling over your pretty lashes, making them clump together as you mushy walls squeezed around his dick, warning him of another impending orgasm.

he hissed and let go of your hair to grab one of your legs and toss it up on the counter, opening you up wider, splitting you open on his dick, watching the way your greedy pussy sucked him in, a cute lil creamy ring of your cum circling round his dick.

your little cries and whimpers were music to his ears as he hummed “mmm i know ma, i know. cmon, give it to me. s’okay pretty girl” he cooed as kneaded the doughy flesh of your ass, stretch marks on display everywhere as he worked his hips. fucking delicious.

his thrusts were getting sloppy as your cunt kept fluttering and convulsing around him, your tears streaming your face as you practically begged him to cum.

“p-please.. t-toji..” you whined. “please what pretty baby?” he groaned as he tried to refocus on not cumming inside you. “cum.. p-please” you whimpered as your wet lashes fluttered.

hearing you beg like that… for him.. especially begging for him to cum, he snapped. he rocked his hips forward sloppily a few more times before he roughly pressed his hips flush against your ass and came, thick, hot, sticky essence painting every crevice of your pretty walls white.

his orgasm triggered your own as you came again and your greedy pussy choked his dick, pulling every last drop it could out of him as he groaned and hissed “fuck ma— y-y’gotta stop doin’ tha shit, gon’ fuck around and get your lil ass pregnant” he grunted.

but you couldn’t give less of a fuck, your biggest concern right now was the fact that you heard your dads car beep and his door shut and lock.

fuck.

a/n: nothing could stop me from older toji, i #needthat. immediately.

[nanamis-princess]

Waking up next to them headcanons: jjk edition

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Includes: nanami kento, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, geto suguru, Shoko Ieiri & nobara kugisaki

Nanami kento ♡

His body is close to yours and at least one of your fingers is intertwined with his.

e needs a little space to fall asleep but he cuddles you until you’re fully asleep if that’s what you prefer. Sometimes he’s so tired he just ends up falling asleep like that.

he’s also the type to need at least 20 minutes of silence before talking when he wakes up. he just prefers to listen to every little thing. The sounds of outside, your soft breathing if you’re still asleep and the sound of his old alarm clock ticking quietly.

when you wake up and he notices you looking at him he gives a soft smile and leans to kiss your temple.

he lightly brushed his fingers over your skin, he listens to you talk about the weird dream you just had.

if you guys have time in the morning he makes your drink of choice and his coffee. As you both relax in bed taking slow sips before its time to start the day.

Yuji itadori ♡

he loves falling asleep listening to your heartbeat, he knows it sounds creepy so he’s less likely to tell you. But it soothes him.

He also loves holding you as you listen to his heartbeat.

has one limp off the bed most of the time, his arm dangling off or one of his legs.

gives happy hums when you talk to him and he’s still half asleep.

Thinks about what you two can make for breakfast together but doesn’t mind going somewhere to eat.

drools slightly in his sleep and kind snores but not really loud.

Aways kind of rushing in the morning because he spends too much time being lazy in bed with you. A lot of “just five more minutes of cuddles please” he looks up at you with puppy dog eyes.

-definitely a deep sleeper

Megumi fushiguro ♡

when he finally wakes up, he rolls over to lay on you. He buries his face into your neck as you give him a soft “good morning sleepyhead”. He lets out a hum before mumbling “morning”, he places a soft kiss on your neck.

he enjoys cuddling you and spending time with you in the morning.

he’s a kinda a deep sleeper unless you get up to go to the bathroom then he’s up and looking at you like “what’s going on?”.

I also believe he needs silence in the morning like nanami.

he gets coffee/breakfast delivered so you guys don’t have to lift a finger unless necessary. But also enjoys cooking with you too, he’s not completely against it.

Gojo Satoru ♡

he is either all up on you or all the way on the edge.

he’s a blanket hog, he told me himself.

when he wakes up and notices your next to him he becomes touchy. His hand on your waist lazily pulling you closer into him. His head laying slightly above yours and kisses the top of your head.

he’s a morning person. he likes having mornings with the widow/curtains open letting the sunshine in and cool air.

if he knows you need to be up he will wake you up by gently rubbing your back and calling you softly.

but if you get to sleep in he admires you while you sleep. During battle he does briefly think of these moments and what he truly is willing to protect.

Geto suguru ♡

he’s most likely always awake before you. last one asleep and first one awake.

he also likes watching you sleep lol, but not in the creepy way

he admires your features and looks for any signs of discomfort in your sleep from a nightmare.

slowly and gently moves a piece of hair out of your face if it’s not done up.

wakes you up with gentle kisses on your cheek, he lets out a hum of happiness when he hears you start to wake up.

as you are waking up he has his little routine of brushing his hair while listening to you talk about your dream. He puts his hair into a messy bun before kissing your cheek then he’s off to get you water along with his second cup of coffee.

Shoko Ieiri ♡

9 times out of 10 you wake up to her cuddled up against your back or her laying her head on your chest.

she’s not much of a morning person but once she’s gotten over the fact she has to wake up and start the day, she’s happy to be next to you.

If by some chance she’s up before you she places soft kisses on your shoulder or your cheek. She doesn’t want to bother you, she’d rather let you sleep.

her sheets smell like eucalyptus with a hint of mint and nicotine. She loves the sleep sprays.

love love loves lazy mornings with you when she doesn’t have to work. Drinking coffee or tea in bed and not leaving till noon probably.

Nobara Kugisaki ♡

not. a. morning. person.

hits snooze at least three times before waking up. She huffs into your arm as she rolls over to face you.

prefers falling asleep being little spoon, she loves if you have a arm draped around her or your leg

she stares at you as she begins to wake up, in general just processing being awake and the other half admiring you.

she then rolls on top of you and has a staring contest. Whoever loses goes to pick up coffee.

snuggles into you before getting up and gives you a peck on the lips.

only answers you in hums of yes or no for the first thirty minutes of being awake.