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satoruxx · 3 months

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normally toji prides himself on being the perfect guard dog—not that he would ever tell you that. but you never have to worry about guys coming up to you when your hulking monster of a boyfriend remains at your side, continuously glaring down his nose at everyone he sees.

this usually works pretty well.

on adults.

but now, as you and him wait in line at the counter of the grocery store, he can only let out a huff of irritation as he watches the little brat in front of you both stare over his mother’s shoulder—big wide eyes locked on you.

at first you don’t really notice, too busy blabbering about something silly as you look around the store. but when you finally lock eyes with the child, you notice the way he seems to go shy, pressing his cheek deeper into his mom’s shoulder. his eyes flick away from your face for just a second, before timidly looking back. as soon as he does, you break into the sweetest, most giddy smile.

(toji would move mountains for a glimpse of that smile—and yet here this kid is just getting it without a shred of work.)

you tilt your head, raising a hand to gently wave at the boy, who flushes further under your attention, but lifts his cheek a little more. chubby fingers come up to meekly wave back, and you hold back a silent coo of affection, eyes filled with honey-like sweetness. with every little giggle and silly face you make at the boy, he seems to get more and more comfortable—toji watches you melt.

the unlucky little brat then quickly peeks at the giant man looming beside you, and toji can’t resist. his face pulls into a evil smile, teeth on full display as he wiggles his fingers sinisterly. the expression has its desired effect—the kid recoils, eyes going wide before burying his face into his mother’s neck. in a few minutes, the boy and his mom are heading out the store and you and toji start loading the groceries onto the belt.

“i saw that, you know?”

toji glances up, seeing your semi disapproving frown, and he cocks his head in faux innocence. “saw what?”

“you’re mean,” you shake your head, crossing your arms. “scaring little kids like that. quite literally the object of their nightmares.”

“ah, he’ll be alright,” toji grunts, taking the bags from the cashier in one hand and reaching for your palm with the other. “it’ll build his character.”

you snort. “he’ll have trauma.”

“like i said,” he grins, a canine display. “character.”

you roll your eyes as he tugs you out of the store—your grip on him unwilling to falter.

toji lives just like this, successful in scaring off any other person who considers giving you attention, whether that’s an adult or a little kid. and despite your exasperated complaints to at least lay off the children (they’re harmless), toji has known for a long time that he can be nothing but selfish when it comes to you.

so forgive him, if he quickly turns to this evil little tactic to scare away kids—it’s all he can really do. besides, it always works.

until now.

you’re sitting under a tree at a small park, working on some dumb assignment for one of your lectures. toji lays on his back next to you, arm draped over his eyes in a momentary respite from the normal danger of his life—eerily content.

the peace is broken by the rustling of tiny footsteps in the grass.

“here you go.”

toji pulls his arm away to peer at the owner of the voice. a boy stands there, hair tousled as he waits in front of you with his arm outstretched—in between his chubby fingers is a singular dandelion.

your eyes widen, cheeks splitting into a wide smile as you coo out your affection. “aw for me?”

the boy nods mutely, cheeks flushed as he thrusts the flower further into your view. you delicately pluck it from his hands, inhaling the fragrance with a grateful smile. “well thank you. it’s beautiful.”

he shyly kicks at a spot of grass, lips pulling up into a giddy smile under your sweet praise. “just like you,” he mumbles under his breath and you squeal softly, giggling at how adorable this kid truly is.

toji sits up before you can say anything else, lips pulled into a displeased frown as he crosses his bulky arms across his chest. “hey.” his voice comes out low and tense, even as he stares down his nose at the boy. “what are you doing?”

you turn to look at your boyfriend, at the exaggerated sneer that normally works wonders in scaring kids away, and you hold back an exasperated sigh. “toji—“

“who are you?” the boy frowns, sass appearing out of thin air as he looks toji up and down like he’s nothing but dirt under his colorful sneakers. you gape at him, eyes darting back and forth between the two as a smile threatens to make its way into your face. toji’s lips part in surprise, a tingle of heat crawling up his neck as he hears your hushed gasp of held back laughter.

“her boyfriend,” he grunts back, eyes narrowed in a way that’s oddly similar to the expression on the kid’s face.

“no way!” the boy huffs, pouting indignantly. his cheeks flush as he glares at toji—unfazed.

“uh, yes way.” toji realizes how petty he sounds, but he’s adamant—unwilling to stand down in anything that involves you.

the boy crosses his arms, mirroring toji’s pose. he rolls his eyes emphatically, lip curling as he sneers down his nose.

“isn’t she too pretty for you?” he asks bluntly. you smother another disbelieving gasp, and toji suddenly feels an unfamiliar thrill rush through his veins—this kid had guts.

“what do you know, brat?” there’s a smirk evident in toji’s voice now, and he uncrosses his arms to lean back on his palms, eyes shining with feral mirth.

“i have eyes,” the boy snaps back, putting both hands on his hips to appear more intimidating—it doesn’t work, he just looks cuter. “i can see her.”

“well quit it,” toji huffs in return. “not yours to look at.”

the kid narrows his eyes. “you’re mean!”

“and you’re nosy!”

“how am i nosy?”

“you’re comin’ over here and givin’ my girl flowers!”

“she deserves flowers!”

“of course she does! from me, you little brat!”

“you suck, old man!”

“what did you just call me?!”

a shout from across the park disrupts the heated bickering, and you all turn to see an older woman waving the boy over. he looks down at you, a sweet smile washing over his face as he tilts his head innocently. “that’s my mom. i have to go home now.”

“heh, sure thing. get home safe, okay?” you shoot toji an amused glance as you speak, and he sends a displeased glare back as he stubbornly crosses his arms again.

the boy nods, beaming at you. “okay! see you later!” he chirps. but just as he’s about to leave he turns back, eyes fixated on toji. “i hope your boyfriend learns how to be nice!”

and then he runs off.

you snort out another laugh, which only gets louder when you catch a glimpse of the way toji is practically sulking in the corner—scowling at the kid’s back with narrowed eyes.

the whole thing is so unbelievably endearing, and you can’t stop grinning as you pack up your things and stand up.

“let’s go home, toji.” you hold your palm out for him, and you’re rewarded with a pointed glance—he takes your hand anyway. even as you both exit the park, toji has an unamused pout on his face, glaring ahead.

you can’t resist.

“don’t tell me you actually feel threatened now,” you giggle, grabbing his bicep and pressing close. toji glances at you from the corner of his eyes, unamused—which only seems to make you laugh harder. “oh come on! he was so cute!”

“little brat,” he grumbles in return. “couldn’t take a hint.”

“you’re mad because the eight year old kid at the park didn’t want to believe you were my boyfriend?”

“the fuck do you think? of course i am. what do i look like if not your fucking boyfriend?”

you chortle, practically falling on him with the weight of your amusement. he sighs, disgruntled.

“it’s not funny, kid.” toji rolls his eyes at you—internally, he’s trying not to grin.

“it’s so funny, toji.” you straighten up, smiling at him with stars in your eyes. “you’re ridiculous and it’s so cute.”

he scoffs, giving you a sidelong glance before reaching up to tug at your cheek. “i’m definitely not the cute one.” he murmurs offhandedly before internally smirking at the way you seem to be caught off guard by his statement.

“whatever,” you mumble, holding his arm as you both continue walking home in relative silence. from the corner of your eye you can see toji’s expression as he mutely stares ahead, deep in thought. you decide not to disturb him, content on just feeling his warmth bleeding into your palm—always at your side.

toji replays the incident in his head multiple times as you head home. the bickering, the sass, and the unfiltered adoration that little brat seemed to have for you.

something clicks.

as you’re pushing open the door of your apartment, you hear toji quietly chuckle from behind you, and you turn to look at him over you shoulder. “what?”

he shakes his head slowly, eyes shut even as an uncharacteristically soft smile tugs at his lips. “just thinking…”

“about what?” you ask curiously.

toji grins at you, cocking his head fondly. “when we have a kid, i want the little brat to be just like that.”

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oreo-creampie · 2 months

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“𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫!!!”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! Mean!toji, hints of reader being a brat, spanking (ass/cunt), biting, praise & degradation, cock drunk/pussy drunk, thigh fucking, teasing/begging, light size kink, gagging/choking, some face fucking, manhandling you, hair pulling, pain kink, daddy/lil mama

fey: writing makes me feel like a rusty gate covered in moss that screams in protest when moved

Toji is too big! Your jaw aches whilst your eyes blur with tears. His groans as he fucks your throat is making your pussy drip.

Seeing the the tears slipping down your cheeks as you gag on his fat cock he smirks then demands, “Say that shit again, come on be a mouthy lil’ brat n’ see what fuckin’ happens.” Yanking you by your hair smacking you across the face as you gasp for air.

Your cheek sweetly sting, “‘M sorry please I won’t be a-!” Toji cuts you off by sticking two thick fingers into your mouth. You can faintly taste your cunt as you suck.

He croons, “So you wanna lie to me now?” Sliding his fingers out of your mouth, smearing your spit on your face. Toji yanks you onto your feet with a fistful of hair. “I always gotta remind you how to fuckin’ act.” He shoves you face down ass up onto your sofa.

Toji’s hands are so big and rough, fuck he’s big and rough tossing you around like you’re a doll. His thick fingers brush close to your wet cunt as he massages your cheeks. “I’m thinking I might fuck your thighs n’ cum on your pretty pussy.” Toji roughly smacks your your wet cunt three times with his large palm.

Your pussy throbs with a fiery sharp sting that two of his thick fingers ease. Toji admires how your soft lips look wrapping around his fingers. It’s sinful how he groans, “Fuck,” whilst slowly fucking you fingers with his fingers. “You’re making such a mess.”

“You don’t deserve my fingers but you have such a pretty lil’ wet cunt I wanna stretch her out n’ ruin her. Wanna hear her squelchin telling me how much she loves me when I fuck ya.”

Using all your energy to focus on getting out, “How do you know my pussy loves you?” Whilst he fucks your cunt faster, stroking your g-spot making you tremble and whine.

He smacks your ass, digging his nails in and jiggle your cheek before taking a bite. Groaning as he softly shakes his head, burying his face in your soft cheek.

Smacking the aching bite mark when he pulls away. He sneers, “By the way she gushes and squeezes my cock like she doesn’t wanna let me go.” Whining, shifting your hips, and struggling to keep your feet planted when Toji stretches your hole apart with two large fingers.

You can hear the condescending smirk in his proud tone, “N’ cause of my sharp sense of smell, I know how wet you get. Smells so fuckin’ sweet like your goin’ into heat, your little slutty cunt needs my fat cock n’ we both know it.”

Toji slowly glides his fingers out, smearing your wetness between your thighs. “Too bad I have to fuck your thighs instead.”

Clutching onto your fluffy sofa cushions, begging Toji, “Please fuck me, I wanna feel your cock!” Your cunt clenches nothing as Toji slides his warm fat cock between your thighs, he’s taunting you,just barely rubbing your clit.

Toji tightly grabs both hips to keep you from squirming. “But you will be, just not in your pussy not tonight, maybe tomorrow morning when I got morning wood. I might be feelin’ a lil nicer” His cock is so close to your cunt it’s unfair. Each steady stroke taunts you, he should be fucking your pussy like that.

Whining, “Please daddy-toji!” Grabbing his wrists, this position and now you got in it feels so lewd. He’s manhandled you, putting your ass in the air, face down into the sofa with his veiny cock in between your legs.

Toji lines himself up with your soft cunt, swiping his fat warm head along your soft wet slit. “You’re not playing fair lil mama you can’t moan that n’ expect me not to fold.” You clench up and whine when he smacks your cunt with his cock, he’s so heavy, and big.

Toji leans over you, trapping you against the sofa with your ass in the air. You moan as he glides half in head in whining he stops to croon, “Lil mama are you sure you need daddy’s cock?”

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textmel8r · 3 months

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[ SMAU ] 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄 ? in which the jujutsu kaisen men confront you about seeing you with another man ( who just so happens to be your relative ) .

୨୧˚ incl; satoru gojo , suguru geto , kento nanami , toji fushiguro , choso kamo

୨୧˚ cw; slight! suggestive in suguru’s , crack , profanity

୨୧˚ an; mostly made this post to promote my discord server , come join freak nation we objectify anime characters 🤤

likes and reblogs are appreciated !

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mrshigurumasshop · 2 months

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Summer Mornings | Fushiguro T. ~ the one where toji wakes up to a pretty view in the mornings

─➭ pairing: husband!fushiguro toji x fem!reader

─➭ mentions of: little bit of nsfw (boob sucking/somno), fluff

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One thing that Toji is most thankful of are the mornings on the days he has off from work. He would still wake up before you even though he slept in and during that time before you wake up, he just admires you. His wife.

Especially on summer days.

Gods, you were a sight for sore eyes. He’s happily admitted to you that this part of you in the morning is the best. It’s your bare and most vulnerable self that no one will ever have the chance to see.

These mornings is when he’d roll over to face your sleeping form and find how your body is comfortably splayed out on your side of the bed. Your hair is in some form of disarray, one arm over your head while the other is thrown over your torso, and your mouth is open enough to let out your soft snores. He studies your face, letting his eyes graze over the blemishes and moles you have here and there. Then depending on the day he’d be able to count how many pimple patches you have decorating your cute face. Sometimes he’d count one or two star patches on your forehead or chin.

Your soft lips have a faint rose color from the lip balm you put on before you to bed every night. He swears he could die happily feeling your lips against his.

His eyes then rake down your face to your neck and chest to see how the sun hits your body just right to make you glow so naturally. If it’s really hot by the time he wakes up he’d see a very light layer of sweat on your neck and chest. The ends of your hair in the background are being lightly blown away from the fan that was placed facing the bed for more cool air. He can see that your cropped tank top and panties are doing to no little by making you cooler as you’d move every so often in discomfort.

The light layer of sweat can also be seen back on your glowing face. Your hairline has a slight glisten to it and your cheeks feel warm to the touch as he lightly caresses the back of his hand against them. The said hand would gently move down towards your chest where one of your tits had been peeking out from your top.

Fuck, your tits… is a blessing from whoever it is from above.

Toji lets out a strained groan as his fingers would graze over your perked nipple. He’d shift his body closer to yours; near laying his head on top of your chest he has to stop himself from indulging too fast but, fuck it, who cares?

Toji whimpers the second he starts sucking on your pretty tits. He can never get enough of them by having them first thing in the morning. But sucking them like his life depended on it just wasn’t enough. He’d start giving you love bites on and around your nipple as his moans. His arms are completely wrapped around your waist as he tangles his legs with yours and that’s when he hears those oh so beautiful gasps.

“Toji…,” you softly whine. Your husband moans in response as he suck a little harder while he feels your nails run through his dark hair. “Toji, it’s hott,” you whine with a laugh.

You softly tug on his hair to pull him away and he smiles up at you as he trails kisses around your nipple. “Just lay back and enjoy, pretty girl,” he then sloppily kisses your nipple not once but twice before saying, “Mmm, and good morning.”

You softly laugh out a sweet “good morning, honey,” as you let him go back into his blissful state.

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#toji x reader #toji smut #jjk toji #toji x y/n #toji drabbles #toji fluff #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustsu kaisen au #this is what i am craving

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tojipie · 10 months

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asshole toji who says he’s too big for condoms <3

“i swear it’s still in here,” you huff, leaning halfway off the bed to rummage through your nightstand for the box of rubbers you bought on a whim last month.

warm, thick hands rub up and down your naked torso, sliding up to play with your breasts from where you sit straddling his lap. you can barely see in front of you with how strong the need in your core burns.

a quick search through another drawer blesses you with your prize, the blue box just out of view underneath a ball of old reciepts.

“here, quick,” you sigh, handing him the item before clambering off the bed to shuck the rest of your clothes off. it had been a long time since you'd hooked up with someone, embarrassing as that was. sex had been the one and only thing on your mind from the moment you’d met this man at the bar.

the near-stranger shakes his head fondly, turning the box of rubbers over a couple times like some sort of alien artifact.

“i only wear XLs, sugar,” he laughs, tossing back the pathetic box of rubbers. the exasperation in his voice feels like a punch to the chest. like he simply can’t believe you’d ever assume he would fit into anything less than the largest size.

you disregard the thought, attention snapping back to toji slyly palming himself against your bedframe. scar stretched wide around smiling lips.

“you gonna come over here?”

you’re humiliated at how fast you scurry back into his lap.

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you almost don’t believe him until he unravels the latex onto his length, seeing it fall about 3 inches short of the base.

okay.. wow. so he was too big.

toji lazily toys with himself atop your sheets. long, hard, and flushed red from base to tip.

he’s nearly bursting out of the thin material, stretching it so tight and so thin that the milky latex almost looks like it’s melting into his skin.

the older man shucks the rubber off with a chuckle that says “i told you so.” he pulls you closer to him by the small of your back, fist reaching down to pump his newly freed length.

“i’ll pull out, you think i won’t?” he promises, voice barely a whisper. you don’t have to take in the smirk gracing the corner of his mouth to know he’s lying.

#toji x reader #toji x reader smut #toji smut #jjk toji #toji headcanons #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu toji #toji zenin #toji imagine #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #toji #toji drabbles #toji fluff #fushiguro toji smut #toji x fem reader #toji x fem reader smut

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meiieiri · 6 months

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𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 ! [toji fushiguro]

synopsis: in which toji notices how you color-code your outfit every time you see each other…and promptly makes a game out of it in hopes it will cure his gambling addiction.

pairing: toji fushiguro x f!reader | song inspo: colors | outfit inspos | hidden inventory: the lost tapes series masterlist

warnings: 18+, suggestive themes at the end (explicit sex, fingering, mentions of masturbation), but otherwise, just a fluffy/semi-angst/semi-crack scenario of a lovestruck toji trying to cure his gambling addiction~~

Chewing on his pen, Toji’s fangs were beginning to hurt as he stares at the blank face of a random receipt he found in his mostly empty wallet. He seems to be deep in thought, he almost looks like he’s trying his best to crack a mathematical mystery except…he doesn’t give a shit about math and the only mystery he seems to be interested in cracking is…

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late!”

“Fuck.”

There you were in all your radiant magnificence eagerly waving to him from the university gates with your signature gummy smile he’s grown to love so much. You looked so beautiful and happy today…and you were wearing purple. A purple floral wrap dress. He was so sure you were gonna be wearing pink today Toji crosses out today’s date and the word: pink next to it with a frustrated “X”.

And in case anyone was wondering, this little guess-the-color-his-girlfriend-is-wearing-today game is something he came up with on a whim one day while waiting to pick you up after class. Of all the misfortune that has befallen him in his life, he has to thank the Zenin clan for one thing: sparing him the trouble of having to sit through an entire day of brain-frying university lectures about Kant’s second law of physics.

He hurriedly buries the receipt in his back pocket as he crosses the street, closing the twenty-five meter gap between the two of you. Pressing his lips against yours, Toji hums appreciatively when he tastes his favorite strawberry-flavored lip tint on your Cupid’s bow. You giggle as you nuzzle his nose when he pulls away, your hot breaths against one another’s lips providing a sense of comfort to you both. “What were you saying a while ago?”

“Ah, nothing.” Toji places a protective hand around your waist as the two of you walk to the nearby park for your and his usual after class/work stroll. “Just the usual profanity.”

Your lips curl into a soft pout at the thought of your boyfriend being upset about something. “Why?”

“Nothing babe,” he presses a soft kiss to your temple, his arm coming to rest on your shoulders. “Just lost at the boat races again,” he easily comes up with a white lie — a white lie that is bound to make you sad. He knows how upset you get when he relapses into his gambling addiction which, in his defense, he really is trying to quit for his and your — mostly your — sake. “Ah, I’ll do better, squirt. ‘m sorry.”

“Please?” you plead with him softly to which he nods, softly pinching your cheek in a silent promise to try to limit his gambling to…

…Getting tomorrow’s color right.

The next day, Toji spends about fifteen minutes in the shower trying to figure out what color you’d be wearing today. He’s already ruled out the possibility of you wearing black since it’s thirty degrees outside today, but with your extensive wardrobe, crossing out one color from the list is hardly enough to narrow it down. He’s never felt like this with boat races before since he has this natural tendency to just pick the boat with the most stable engine.

Ah, who was he kidding? He’ll just have to guess…and hope for the best, he steps out of the shower a few minutes of deliberation later.

After putting on a black shirt, he looks at his makeshift gambling ticket on the kitchenette counter with an angry look on his face. “Red. It has to be red.” He jots it down next to today’s date in red ink as if to manifest you’ll wear your off-shoulder red top today and those black trousers you bought from that thrift store in Harajuku last week.

Suddenly, a knock rips through the silence of his apartment and he goes to immediately answer the door. Toji clasps his hand around the doorknob for a bit, somehow still intent on delaying the inevitable. “Toji? The bags are getting kinda heavy,” you sheepishly called from the other side of the door and your boyfriend instantly snaps out of it. He swings the door open a little too aggressively that it makes you jump a bit when you hear the ear-splitting screech of the hinges nearly coming off the door. “Ah…hi, babe?”

You don’t know what to make of Toji’s face.

It’s like he’s feeling an odd mix of emotions all piled into one that they somehow cancelled each other out and now, he’s…staring at you…blankly. You have to admit, it looks a little funny. It’s not his usual stoic expression, it’s just pure…nothingness…like he caught a glimpse of the void or something and he can’t peel his eyes away from it.

“Can I come in—?”

“—Hi.”

“Eh?”

You burst out laughing at his delayed response. It’s like your boyfriend buffered for a full minute there which is so unlike him, considering he’s always so smoothly unbothered and suave in his demeanor. Toji scowls when you place a hand over his forehead. “You feeling okay?”

Toji gently shrugs your hand away, nodding absentmindedly. “Fine.” That sounded awfully peachy but you didn’t mind, Toji’s normally so awkward anyway, unbeknownst to most. In the eyes of those who don’t know him, Toji’s image is nothing short of a big, bad delinquent, but in your eyes, you mostly associate him with a typical house cat — quiet and snooty in every regard but actually genuinely affectionate. “Oh, let me help you with those.” He crouches down to help you with the groceries, sneakily stealing a kiss from you as you remove your shoes at the genkan before stepping into the living room.

Toji watches as you bound over to his apartment’s balcony, searching for the stray cat that normally drops by in the afternoon, with a grimace on his face.

“Of course she’s wearing beige,” he grumbles under his breath. Again, he crosses out today’s entry a little more forcefully this time.

At the balcony, you find Toji’s pet emeritus lounging away at the foot of the laundry rack. “Oh, there you are!” You crouch down and pet the white cat whom Toji affectionately refers to as ‘Yuki’ when he thinks you aren’t listening in whenever he feeds it after dinner. “You look like you could use a warm bath, come on!” You gently pick up the little creature and bring her inside. “Toji, I found Yuki~!”

You stop in your tracks when you see Toji with his forehead pressed to the cold marble counter causing you to instinctively place a comfort hand on his upper back to placate him while Yuki climbs atop the counter. At the familiarness of your touch, Toji, who looks like he’s still upset over some unknown thing he won’t tell you, rights his posture. What’s a man gotta do to get a winning streak around here?

“Hey, maybe you should lie down…”

“…I’m okay,” Toji half-whimpers, defeated, gaping at Yuki as she licks her paw contentedly. “Huh. You brought the fleabag in here?”

Somehow offended by that, Yuki violently hisses at him.

Okay, something is seriously wrong with Toji.

You just came out from using the washroom to see Toji on the kotatsu agitatedly scribbling on a piece of paper that doesn’t exactly look like a betting stub. You surmised it would have been something like that since Toji doesn’t normally get angry over anything except losing money on bets, but you are thoroughly surprised and comforted to see that wasn’t the case this time around. You sit down next to him, pulling your big baby into an embrace.

“My poor baby,” you teased amid Toji’s obvious misery. “Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” you smiled softly when he playfully pushes you down onto the tatami mats, all his weight pinning you down, his hand easily overwhelming yours as he pins them above your head. You try to squirm away from him, laughing when his other hand secures your hip to the floor, rendering you unable to struggle against him. Then, he lowers his lips close to your ear, his warm breath sending goosebumps to appear all over your skin, he sighs, falling slack at the crook of your neck.

Toji hates this, he probably looks like a kicked dog right now.

Today’s bet was yellow but when you opened the door to your apartment, you were wearing a mint green sweater over your cream relaxed fit ankle pants.

“Why can’t I do it? Why can’t I just win for once?” Toji’s voice is muffled as he buries his face in your shoulder. Instantly, you feel a pit form in your stomach. You’ve heard this before. You slowly push him off of you, your disappointment palpable in the way you utter your next words.

“Toji, you’ve been…gambling again, haven’t you? Baby, we talked about this.”

Your lover steadies the movements of his chest, feeling the need to defend himself. He wasn’t gambling, quite the contrary really, the thought of wandering over to the horse races hasn’t crossed his mind since he started this harmless little game. But Rome wasn’t built in a day, and every so often, he relapses into these undertones of his gambling addiction particularly the crippling desire to win at least once, to guess just one daily color scheme right.

And he’ll let it go. He swears he’ll let it go.

“I know, but really, babe, I’m not—“

“—Really? Then, what’s this?” You shakily point to the folded up piece of paper on the kotatsu. He has to pinch himself to hold in his laughter when he sees just how cutely distressed you are over an unassuming crepe stall receipt. “Don’t you start laughing now!” You swat his arm.

“I’m not laughing, you brat!” Toji purses his lips together, thoroughly enamored by you right now. “You’re worrying over nothing, Y/N. Trust me.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, pushing Toji’s face away when he tries to kiss you. You cheeky little brat. “But you’re acting so weird though…” You poke him relentlessly on the cheek to get him to come clean, and you dodge whenever he tries to playfully catch your index finger with his teeth. “Just tell me.”

“Nope.”

You climb onto his lap, hugging him.

“Please.”

A kiss is a good bribe right?

“Uh-uh.”

He returns the kiss with a loud smooch!

“I’ll break up with you.”

You whine when he flicks your forehead, leaving an obvious red mark on it.

“You won’t.”

Your little back and forth is interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Sighing, you finally let go of him. Looks like he isn’t going to budge. Toji gets up to answer the door, setting you down on the cushioned seat. Feeling a little bad when he glances back to see you still sulking about the issue, he subtly and intentionally allows the receipt to fall from his pocket knowing you’ll almost certainly go straight for it. He’ll just have to deal with your constant teasing for the next two weeks once you read the contents of the slip of paper. But he’d rather hear you laughing your heart out (even if it’s at his expense) than see you getting all anxious about him slipping back into his old destructive hobbies.

When you see the piece of paper falling like a leaf dancing in the wind, your eyes light up, and you crawl over to the spot where it’s fallen near the small bookshelf you have in the corner.

“Rakuten delivery.” Toji signs the courier’s clipboard, receiving your package. Just as he’s about to walk back into the living room to hand you your parcel, he stops in his tracks when he hears your cute chortles which you’re pathetically trying to subdue and a smirk appears on the corner of Toji’s lips.

Looks like the crisis has been averted for now.

“Wait, Toji…”

Toji pretends to not hear you, his fingers still buried in your sopping cunt, lusciously pushing in and out, your arousal coating his fingertips as he devours your lips in wanton need. You moan out his name again and he scowls when you reluctantly remove his fingers from your heat. “What? What is it?” What could possibly be so important?

You flush when he sensually licks his fingers clean, and you sit up, pulling down your skater skirt. “What’s an anniversary without a little surprise?” You kissed him on the lips, lingering for a bit, your eyes fluttering close as you taste your arousal on his tongue. “Mmh…”

“Just forget it.” Toji bucks his hips against yours, his clothed erection rubbing against your bare slit.

“No way. Just…wait here,” you kiss him again, boldly running your tongue over his bottom lip before pulling away and heading to the bathroom to get your surprise ready.

Toji groans in frustration, his head hitting the pillows he set down on the futon. After a few restless moments of him resisting the urge to fuck his hardened cock into his hand to finish himself off, he hears your melodious voice calling for him from down the hall.

A satisfied lopsided smirk appears on Toji’s lips, his eyes dark as he gazes at the most beautiful being in the world right now, shyly making her way towards him wearing nothing but an emerald silk robe. He licks his lips when he sees the outline of your nipples through the fabric, smirking as you sit down on the foot of the futon.

“All that for a silly little robe? What a letdown,” Toji smirks as he moves to untie the knot of your robe, only for you to slap his hand away.

“Uh-uh…you have to guess first.”

Toji gulps when you pull out the one thing he’s been agonizing over for the last few weeks from your robe’s hidden pocket. You grab a pen from the nearby bookshelf which he expertly catches when you throw it in his direction alongside the crumpled up piece of paper he’d been meaning to destroy for a while now.

“If you guess right, we could ditch the condom tonight. So do well,” you innocently bat your eyelashes at him.

Toji looks like he wants to jump off a ditch, the obvious tent in his sweatpants indicating just how hard he is right now. “No, don’t do this. Don’t fucking do this, Y/N…”

“…What color am I wearing tonight?”

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satorudoll · 1 year

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Baby Gumi giving Toji the sus look when he saw the love bites on Mommy's chest

Toji forgot his baby has sharp senses for a baby and baby thought Toji ate his food or hurt Mommy lol

(im starting to feel like y'all wanna turn this acc into a toji thirst vault)

Megumi always had a habit of looking up at his dad weird, the two year old boy always found his dad weird.

So he would spend most of his time toddling towards you and taking up any free space that was available next to you.

The baby boy loved to be in your arms very much, therefore everytime he woke up to find you already waiting there for him near his crib with a warm smile he'd try to get up on his small chubby legs holding onto the rail guards of the crib then forward one of his hands to make grabby hands at you.

You spent most of the day holding the baby boy in one arm and doing every other chore in your house while your husband was out for work because Megumi absolutely refused to leave your side unless he was in a deep slumber.

But as much competent the little boy was so was his dad, Megumi enjoyed all his fun time with you until it was time for his dad to come back from work, the two year old will get all pouty and fussy as soon as he'll hear the slamming of the front door and a loud "I'm home!" followed by the literal thudding of his dad's running feet.

The baby boy's brows would knit together and his tiny button nose would scrunch in distaste as soon as his dad would pull you away from his side to engulf you in a hug and lay bunch of his dirty smooches on your face.

ew, Megumi would think.

Megumi always got annoyed at his dad for doing these stuff to his mom, believing his mom was just a very nice lady to not turn his dad down.

The little boy knew his fun time was over as soon as his dad was home. He would toddle out of his room and find you sitting alone in the couch, peacefully watching television, then he would proceed to start running towards you almost tumbling in his steps just so he can climb up and sit down next to you.

But then the tall giant will casually walk in and let his entire body fall down horizontally on the couch, immediately planting his head on your thighs as well, leaving literally no space for Megumi.

The two year old boy would pause in literal disgust and shock,

This would get the two year old so mad that he would get down to pick up his toy spoon from the floor and start smacking it on the old man's head who in return would start yelling in surprise at why his son was being such a brat while you try pulling him away from his dad.

Now Megumi thought he has seen all the worst sides of his dad, until, one morning the baby boy wakes up way too early than usual due to a nightmare. Not finding you besides his crib he immediately manages to crawl up by standing on his little pile of plushies.

Megumi was indeed a smart baby.

Tumbling towards his parent's shared bedroom he could hear some weird noises coming as he got closer,

he was sure most of it were your voices though?

But you sounded like you were in pain??

He slowly opens the door which was already a bit agape,

he really couldn't understand what was going on since he was way too small and his vision could only go up so far.

But then he hears the loud sound of what he considered to be a slap along with the rough angry voice of his dad followed by your sobs,

he cannot believe his dad was hurting you ! Oh he always believed his dad was a mad man,

He was definitely worst than the monsters under his crib !

and that's all it takes for the baby boy's bottom lips to quiver and let the loudest wail out,

He felt like that helped because through his blurry vision he sees his dad immediately spring out of the bed, murmuring a string of what you taught him were "bad words" while fumbling around for something.

Your head pops out of the covers as soon as you were done fixing your night gown but the two year old was way too busy crying and rolling fat drops of tears down his red cheeks to realize that you had taken him in your arms.

"Gumi- baby what's wrong- " you try to rock him in your arms but that didn't seem to be helping,

"you are just like me kid, all grumpy early in the morning" His dad tries casually playing it off after slumping down besides you both,

but the 'just like me' causes the baby's cries to get even worst making you pass your husband a mad glare for saying that,

Toji stares at you both offended.

"I'm sorry, mommy wasn't there this morning- Won't happen again honey! I'll play with you all day today, we wont be able to play if you keep crying!" you smile as he starts to slowly quite down at those words.

"What a good little boy" You praise, slowly caressing his head and moving his little black baby hair away from his forehead.

His pout is still on his face as his vision moves down from your face but then it stops,

while Toji was joking at you about how he deserves the 'good boy' title as well and you were busy brushing him off, you both failed to notice the little boy's growing frown as he stared at all the purple bruises around your neck and collar bones.

He feels his vision start to get blurry again and then its there again,

His mouth opens wide showing off the two new set of teeth as he starts crying bloody murder.

You gasp in panic not understanding what had happened again.

As you tried to rock him again he tried getting away from your arms and instead stretching his hand towards his dad as he continued balling his eyes out.

That confused you and Toji,

He has never chosen Toji before for comfort as long as you were there,

But Toji was a little too happy to care,

"Does my little boy wanna be with daddy??" He coos, stretching his arms out for you to hand the baby to him,

"I knew you always had a soft spot for me kiddo" he gushes as soon as he takes his baby boy in his arms.

But the happiness didn't seem to have lasted long, because as soon as Megumi gets close to his dad's face his little hands flung up to grip on the locks of his dad's hair.

"What's u-" He yelps when the baby boy starts to twist and turn his fists while he continues to babble something only another baby could make out and sob like he was the one in pain,

"Oh god- baby you shouldn't do that come here-"

You try pulling Megumi back in your arms, but he is willing to take Toji's head along because he just wasn't loosening his grip.

"Gumi ! mommy will cry if you don't pay attention to her !" You make a pouty face and put your hands on your hips while Toji was busy yelping and cursing not caring that the little boy could hear everything

But that immediately gets the baby's attention because he instantly turns his head around and starts crawling to you as his cries slowly starts dying down.

"Demon child !" Toji points as he runs his hands through the locks of his hair, rubbing at the area that his son almost got him bald at,

You lift the baby up in your arms as you look at Toji,

"and don't you curse again in front of our baby" you knit your brows before turning your attention to the two year old and wiping the tears away from his puffy cheeks.

"So I'm the bad guy here??" Toji questions, looking defeated.

You shrug and walk away with Megumi in your arms who had finally gotten quite.

Oh you and Toji had a lot of explaining to do to this little boy, but that wasn't a headache you both were willing to take for Monday morning.

Maybe later at night, when Megumi will seemingly be a bit less pissed at his dad.

☆ — REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !

#toji x reader #toji drabbles #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro #is this fluff or angst idk #wtv this was #jjk fluff #jjk drabbles #art cred: scallopojisan

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veritasangel · 1 month

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Make you mine

Ft. Geto, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami, Gojo

sum: do they prefer giving or receiving? (oral sex)

warnings! fempov, oral (receiving & giving), fingering, cum eating/swallowing, 69 in satoru's, legal age gap in toji's, inappropriate photos in suguru's, true form sukuna

wc: 4.6k - masterlist

a/n: wrote nanami's part in awful period pain so i don't like his too much but oh well :/

Suguru Geto - ex bf

✦ Receiving ✦ He's good at pleasing you, but can be a little selfish at times, especially after your breakup. ✦ Spends far too many nights with only his hand and it just doesn't compare to you, which is why he keeps showing up.

It wasn't long before you two were in your bedroom, you on your knees, with Suguru's cock right in your mouth. You could feel him all too clearly now, with your lips wrapped around him and that shiver of pleasure running through him. How familiar-tasting he was, such that you feel at home like this.

You continued with the task of pleasing him, your eyes holding his; there was a mix of lust and longing in both your gazes. It was as though, in the silence, they confessed that something very real was still held between them.

The tension was thick, the room was filled with the sound of wet slurps and groans as the atmosphere in the room was heating up.

Suguru wasn't letting you go anywhere as he forcefully pushed your head down, allowing his strong cock to go even deeper in your mouth. "There, there—take it like a good little slut," he purred with raw lust.

"Fuck, I missed this," he groaned, fucking your face without an ounce of consideration, his hips giving rough jerks forward. "Missed watchin' you choke on my cock, missed seein' you on your knees fer me."

He would pull out, a moment of him allowing you the chance to get a breath in—and then, brutally, he would plunge back in, setting a relentless pace. "You're mine, baby. Even now- when you wanna' act single."

You gagged and choked, tears streaming down your face, but you didn't want to stop, not when he looked at you with those intense, commanding eyes. His words infused something in your system, like a drug, feeding the fire that licked at your insides. You two ended it because he was toxic, still is, yet you crave it.

"Your mouth, fuck- jus' so good-" Suguru growled, eyes aflame with lust and determination as he continued to use it, "I've jerked off to our old pictures and videos so many times, but it's just not the same. I need new memories, doll. Needed a reminder of how good you are at sucking my cock."

He whipped out his phone, snapping pics of your tear-stained face and bruised lips wrapped 'round his shaft. "Smile for the camera, baby. Give me something to work with."

His words were filthy, but there was something raw underneath them. He needed you, he desired you in a way that was so much more than the physical. His phone continued recording this intimate moment as he worked your face, his cock glistening with your saliva.

You licked along the length of Suguru's shaft. A prominent vein twitched under your touch, enough to make him groan a little louder and tighten his hold on your hair.

"Such a good girl," he whispered in a very lustful tone, "My pretty girl. You know just how to make me feel good." His breathing grew ragged with each flick of the tongue over his erection and every added lick.

Suguru's hips snapped, his cock thrusting in and out of your mouth, the head. Sweat streamed down his forehead, his eyes closed in ecstasy.

Your tongue started teasing the underside of his cock, running at the most sensitive part of his head, which caused him to groan and thrust more.

An intoxicating smell filled the room, a mixture of lust and wanting one could practically smell in the air. There was something primal and instinctual about the two of you and your connection.

You kept on sucking Suguru's cock while his body tensed up. His breathing was coming in shaky gasps; his thrusts became harder. His eyes flickered open, met yours with that wild, atavistic expression of desire crossing his features.

"I'm gonna cum," he growled in a voice that was so low, commanding—that was an order. You knew what it was, so you doubled your effort, taking him deeper, your tongue working double to milk every last drop of pleasure from him.

"Shit, I'm so close-" Suguru panted, and his thrusts were sloppy as he neared that crucial point. Right then, he reared back just enough so you had a moment to catch a breath before he asked, "You want my load, baby? Want me to paint that pretty tongue with it?"

His phone angled down as you nodded, filled with a desire to please him. Suguru was many things, most not great, but the pictures always stayed with him, alone. That you knew.

Looking up the camera, sticking your tongue out at it, a mischievous smile on your face told him that you were ready.

He let out a guttural moan, his cock pulsing and shooting ropes of cum. You swallowed what he was offering, leaning forward, and letting the last squirts decorate your chin and lips.

Finally, Suguru let the last few drops fall onto your tongue, and he sighed satisfactorily as his body went limp. He eyed one of the pictures on his phone, a grin flaring on his lips. "Perfect," he muttered, pocketing the phone.

His thumb swiped over the cum painting your chin before he brought his finger to your lips. "Clean it up, baby," he ordered low, husky. You did, your tongue darting out to suck his thumb clean before he leant down to kiss you softly, one hand tenderly cupping your cheek.

It was a charged moment between you two, intimate and animal-like at the same time, one that sparked something dangerously close to care.

It was a reminder of the shared passion that still raged between you two, despite the time apart from the breakup.

Sukuna Ryomen - one of his concubines

✦ Dare i say...Giving ✦ This man can get whatever he wants from anyone, he has no shortage of concubines, but there's only one of you so he savours your taste. ✦ He gets satisfaction just from hearing your moans, knowing he's the only one that can cause them.

You're lying back on the bed, your legs spread as he is on his knees, between them. Two of his arms are holding your thighs open and keeping your legs up. One is stroking your hair, and the fourth is at your waist, guiding you to arch your back, giving him better access to your pussy.

Sukuna's head dips down, his smirk still in place as his tongue slides out, flicking at your clit, and he groans at getting the taste of your sweetness. His fingers dig into your thighs even harder, holding you in place as he devours you, like a man starved.

One of those hands abandons your hair and drops down to your breast, squeezing at it, pinching and tugging your nipple. The mixture of pleasure and pain has you arching into his touch, moaning loudly.

The chuckle is dark, the sound is muffled but no less wicked. He pulls back slightly, blowing cool air against your wet folds. "You taste divine, little one. I could feast on this sweet cunt all night long."

With that, he dives back in, tongue delving deep inside you. He fucks you with his tongue, curling it to hit that one spot inside. His other hand joins in, fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit.

Sukuna remains constant—utterly unyielding and unrelenting, convinced that he has you unravelling at your seams. The muttered words of Sukuna follow the lead of his tongue. "You're the sweetest. Can't help but want to keep you by my side, always. My favourite- most precious concubine."

He wasn't a man to pay lip service with words like that. He meant them. You are his favourite, and you have him most taken. It is in the growl of possession in his voice, the way his grip on your thighs tightens, and his fingers work your clit.

Both his words and what he was doing to you had you writhing, and your moans grew louder. It was a heady mixture of pleasure, affection, and the unmistakable intensity of being worshipped by the King.

Sukuna parts his hold over your thighs and works his tongue more intensely, spearing deeper into your core, all with the silent determination to have you come apart on his tongue.

So enflamed in his hunger to suckle, Sukuna's tongue laved over its unending purpose against your pussy, lapping up your sweet nectar. The vibrations in his own moans rubbed against your sensitive flesh, sinfully and erotically loud.

One of your thighs is left abandoned from his hand, now down to grip his own cock. He strokes in time to the thrusts of his tongue, groaning at the dual sensations. The sight of him pleasuring himself while devouring you is fantastically erotic.

His fingers are pushing in, just like his tongue in your tight heat, and curl inside, always rubbing that spot that makes you see stars. All while his other hand is pumping his cock, and the wet sounds fill up the room.

Sukuna gets lost in the overwhelming pleasure but not too much as he remains very focused on you, devouring you. Fingers not ceasing, only driving harder, faster, building you towards the edge as he wanted nothing more than to taste your sweet release.

The taste of you had Sukuna nearly driven wild, his dark eyelashes fluttering under the feel of his own cock gripped tight in his hand. A little desperate, his strokes speed up with a lot more urgency now, parallel to the rhythm of his tongue and fingers inside you.

He is so focused on your pleasure, on making you come, that momentarily he has stopped thinking about himself. It's a rare glimpse of vulnerability—this powerful man, momentarily lost in the act of worshipping his concubine.

He's getting close now, breaths growing ragged, but he doesn't stop, can't stop. He's gone too far, too consumed with the need to have you come, to fill him with your release.

His tongue flattens on your clit, flicking, flicking rapidly over the sensitive nub. His fingers continue, curling inside. He's driving you, forcing you over the edge. Sukuna's hand moves faster over his cock; the wet sound of his strokes fills the room.

He's close, so fucking close. And he holds back—just waits for you, wants to feel your pleasure before he'll take his own.

"Come for me, little one," he growls, the words muffled against your pussy. Let me taste your release. Give yourself to me." His eyes opened, locking onto yours. In them, you saw your own pleasure reflected back at you—intense, all-consuming—you were waiting for him, ready for him to catch you as you fell.

His eyes never leave yours, interested in observing how your features contort with sensation, how your voice grows louder with moans. Every moment, every expression—committed to memory. And your taut body arches off the bed when your orgasm washes over you. Sukuna moans against your pussy, and those vibrations really drive the wave of pleasure through you.

He never quits, keeps on lapping at you until he draws out your orgasm and has you a quivering mess underneath him.

It's all too much for Sukuna; he loses it, coming with a guttural moan, his cum spurting over his hand. He continues stroking himself as he rides out his climax, milking the intense pleasure for all it is worth.

And then he finally pulls back, panting. He straightens up as he leans forward and captures your lips in a searing kiss. You can almost taste yourself on his tongue. Heady. More intoxicating.

"You are my true delicacy, little pet."

Satoru Gojo - fwb

✦ Honestly both, perfect 50/50 ✦ He's needy and spoilt, wants to have as much as he can get. He's just so desperate for you. ✦ So why not both at the same time? He wants to enjoy the taste of you and have your mouth on him.

You feel Satoru's cock slide into your mouth, and he groans with pleasure as his hips slightly buck forward as you begin to suck. His mouth doesn't stop as he continues with his relentless assault on your pussy, his tongue sucking on your clit before delving deep inside of you.

"That's it, just like that," he pants, muffled in your flesh. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good." He pushes into your mouth, fucking your face as he eats you out, dazed by need and blinded by lust.

Your hands work and twist around his rock-hard length, helping speed you along. His throbbing cock is cradled by your tongue, swirling and flicking around the sensitive tip.

"Fuck, you're so good at that. Bet you'd take my whole cock down your throat if I asked, huh?"

He pushes on your head a little, shoving more of his length down your throat. You gag a bit, but he doesn't stop. "That's a good girl." He coos, fingers sliding inside you meanwhile, curling to strike your sweet spot. "Fuck, you're so wet for me, just dripping all over my face."

The room was filled with moans and whimpers as Satoru's fingers began to pump in and out while his mouth works over your clit, sucking and nipping relentlessly. "Heard you were gonna go out on a date with someone else. Some other guy was gonna fuck you while I what- waited here?"

His words slid from him, possessively jealous, as fingers and tongue worked in tandem, bringing you ever closer to that edge. "You're mine, angel. All mine, and I won't share you with anyone else." He could feel your body trembling—the arousal washing through you. He wanted to hear you say it—that you were his and you wanted him more than you wanted any other person.

He pulls his cock from your mouth, just barely, enough that you can speak. A trail of saliva connects from your lips to his cock.

The look in Satoru's eyes bore into your very soul in a way that desperately teeters on another emotion, maybe wanting or almost angry. "Say it, baby," his fingers remained hard, thrusting in against your very insides, while his thumb tightly rubbed small circles on your clit.

"I need to hear it from you. Tell me you don't want anyone else, that you only want me. Fuck- I can't stand the thought of you with someone else." His voice turns all gruff, like a beg, as he waits for your answer, his body trembling from the surging need and jealousy.

You give in, hating the puppy dog look you know is on his face, the words tumbling out, breathless. "I'm yours, swear- I don't want anyone else."

It's like the words light something up in Satoru; his fingers fist inside you, and his thumb presses onto your clit once more.

Satoru buries his face in your pussy and resumes, sucking at your clit like he was starved. "God, you taste so good. I could eat this sweet pussy all day long."

"No one else gets to have you like this, to make you feel this good." His words are muffled against your flesh, but the possessive tone is clear. As Satoru continues to eat you out, his hips push up again, driving himself deeper until your nose all but burrows into his trimmed pubes. "That's it, show me how much you want me."

He feels the convulse in your throat around his cock, the shudder your body does in pleasure. "So fucking good- shit-"

Your tongue swirled, flicking on the sensitive tip, with your fingers clutching his balls, gently tugging and squeezing them. You feel his cock twitching and throbbing in your mouth; the veins are standing out in relief. Your saliva spills down the length of his shaft, running down your chin.

Satoru's mouth is smeared with your arousal; his fingers are wet with more of your juices. His tongue drags through your folds, leaving a sticky trail.

Satoru's hips faltered, the rhythm of his thrusts against your mouth slowing "Fuuck- I'm so close, baby."

Your body shakes, too, as the peak of your orgasm comes on. You call out, arching your back off that sofa as Satoru's deft mouth pushes you over the edge, eagerly leaning up to continue, holding your hips.

Satoru's cock swells in your mouth, and his hips jerk as he spills his load down your throat. He groans loudly, his fingers still working inside you as you ride out your orgasm to his, his mouth continuing to please you.

His cock twitches in your mouth, and you pull away. He groans at the sensation, his head falling back onto the sofa, his fingers finally leaving your still-quivering pussy, and you feel empty and full of satisfaction.

You lean back down onto the couch, Satoru's thighs acting as a headrest. He shifts again, pulling you up so that you're lying beside him. He wraps one arm around you, tucking you into his side as he pants and tries to catch his breath. "God, you just make me lose my fucking mind," he murmurs. His words were honey-thick with adoration, like candy.

He plants his lips on the top of your head, running his fingers through your hair like silk. "Don’t want ya’ to leave me, so let's just make it official, yeah?" he murmurs, trapping you in his arms.

Toji Fushiguro - boss

✦ Receiving. ✦ He gets lonely sometimes and craves the attention he gets from you. ✦ His work is exhausting and sometimes he just has to destress, it just so happens that his son’s babysitter is perfect for the job.

Toji groans as you take him into your mouth. He's been dying for this, for your touch, for weeks on end. It's been so long since he's had any kind of sexual contact, and the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around him is almost too much.

He reaches down to tangle his fingers in your hair, guiding the movements as you bob up and down on his length. "Fuck, just like that," he growls, hips rocking forward to meet your mouth. "You're such a good little cocksucker, aren't you? Taking my cock so well."

He wants to savour this, needs to make it last, "Ease up a little for me, sweetheart." His breath catches at you dragging your lips away from him to stroke a hand down over his slick, throbbing cock.

He feels the closeness, building pressure at the base of his spine. He's so close, so fast, it's goddamn embarrassing. Way too long since he'd had another touch. Toji's practically shaking with the effort of holding back, his abs flexing as he fights the urge to just let go.

You go slower, your tongue running downwards as you move to focus on his balls, sucking at the skin.

Toji lets out a shuddering groan as your tongue drags over his sensitive balls, his head falling back against the couch. "Oh fuck," he gasps, fingers tightening in your hair. "That's it, just like that. Suck on them, baby."

He's so goddamn close that he can hardly think. He wants to come, wants to feel the relief of release, but he wants it to last forever. He wants to bask in the feeling of your mouth on him, and he wants to drag out this moment of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

He fights it, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as you work over his balls, your tongue and lips driving him wild. "Don't stop," he begs, voice rough with need. "Please don't stop."

Toji's breath catches in his throat as your lips trail back up his shaft, planting kisses along it. Each soft kiss sending sparks of pleasure racing through him. He's so unbelievably sensitive, every touch feeling amplified tenfold.

His eyes are heavy-lidded, yet he drinks in the sight of you, kneeling between his legs, flushed, and with shining lips. You look like a goddamn dream, like something straight out of his dirtiest fantasies.

You reach the tip of his cock, and you flick your tongue out to tease the slit, a low, guttural moan coming from Toji's lips as you do so. "Fuck, yes," he hisses, hips bucking slightly forward. "Makin' me feel so good."

He's so close to the edge, it would take only a few more strokes of your tongue, a bit more pressure from your lips, and that would be it. His body all but vibrates with the need as muscles tighten, breathing becomes ragged, and he approaches release.

He watches the way your lips stretch around his girth, eyes narrowed, a look crossing his face of lust mixed with possession. "Look at me, baby," he growls, tightening the grip in your hair. "Look at me while you suck me off."

The sight of your lips wrapped around his cock as your eyes meet his, makes his eyes roll. Toji tightens his grip in your hair, holding you in place, while his hips buck up to meet your mouth as he face-fucks you, using your mouth for his whim of pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he groaned as he fought the urge to let it go. "You want my cum, baby? You want me to fill your mouth?"

He hisses, hips stuttering forward. "Take it, baby. Swallow every fucking drop." And then he's coming, his cock pulsing in your mouth as he spills himself into your mouth. He groans long and low, head thrown back, fingers tangled in your hair as he rides out the waves of his orgasm.

Toji's chest heaves as his high starts to come down, and he eases up on his grip in your hair. He looks down at you, a satisfied smirk on his lips. His hand comes to rest against your jaw as he silently urges you to open your mouth and show him.

Toji's eyes darken with approval as you open your mouth, revealing nothing but your pink tongue. He smirks, that possessive edge to his gaze sharpening. He leans forward, pulling you up some as his lips meet yours, tasting himself on your tongue. "Good girl," he purrs.

He releases you, giving your ass a sharp smack as he stands. "Get your ass upstairs, we ain't done here," he commands, his voice rough with renewed lust.

His long strides carry him toward the stairs, not waiting to see if you'd follow.

He knows you will.

Kento Nanami - husband

✦ Giving. ✦ He's the husband blueprint, he looves worshipping you. ✦Especially when he sees you doing anything domestic, he's a sucker for that and finds it hard not to just bend you over and have you cum on his tongue until he's satisified.

He had you sitting on the kitchen counter with your legs wide open, as he tasted every inch of your pussy. He interrupted you as you were making food; he'd already made you come on his tongue once but evidently, he still wasn't done.

The breakfast you'd been preparing seemed as though it had occurred in some other lifetime now, the eggs and bacon were forgotten in their pans, Kento completely focused on you, his lips and tongue ran through your folds with such intensity, that it left you breathless. "So sweet," he purred.

Kento's tongue kept the relentless assault as his nose brushed against your clit, drawing and sucking at your soaking folds. Your hands were in his hair, borderline painful as you drove your hips to his face. Though he relished in that sweet sting, his tongue dove deeper, lapping up your juices as though it was the sweetest nectar.

His hands moved up and down your thighs, gripping and squeezing as he continued to dine from your wetness. His mouth was embedded in your pussy, and his tongue twirled inside you like he was lapping from a river.

"God-fuck- you taste so good," Kento groaned against your flesh, his breath hot against your core. It seemed to be one prolonged, relentless attack, since his tongue did not stop in his mission to have you fall apart once again.

His tongue slowly traced a path from the entrance of your pussy up to your clit. His movements were purposeful. Sucking on the sensitive bud, before moving backwards, pushing his tongue back inside.

The pressure and friction, from his tongue and the bridge of his nose constantly against your clit was driving you insane. He moaned against your flesh, bringing the vibrations to send shockwaves through your body. He was relentless; his tongue never stopping its assault on your pussy.

"Got the prettiest wife-" Kento murmured, his voice muffled but entirely filled with affection. He continued worshiping, his tongue sinking deep within you. "Could do this forever," he moaned.

Kento slowly pushed a finger inside you, curling it at the perfect angle, hitting your sweet spot as his tongue continued. The dual assault had you moaning loudly, your hands gripping his hair more tightly.

"You're so wet," he growled, his voice filled with lust as he pumped his finger in and out of you. His mouth never leaving your clit. Your senses were overwhelmed, with your body tensing in anticipation of the following orgasm. Kento's ministrations continued, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

He sucked on your clit, burst after burst of the pressure and suction that shot shockwaves across your body. You could feel your orgasm start to build, the tension coiling inside of you. His tongue flicks rapidly over your clit, his fingers thrusting hard and deep inside you.

He's pushing you, urging you towards your climax. And with one last flick of his tongue, you shattered. Your body convulsed, your release gushing onto Kento's face. He lapped it up eagerly, the sound of slurping filling the room, drinking your very essence.

Kento's hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as you rode out your orgasm. With your tremors subsiding, Kento let go of you, his face slick with your juices.

He looked up at you with a lopsided grin. "That's my beautiful wife," he encouraged, speaking the words with love and adoration in his voice.

Kento stood up, his face shining with a mixture of sweat and your arousal that coated his lips. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand and licked his lips.

Looking down at you with a satisfied grin, he continued, his voice filled just as much lust as with affection, "Seeing you around the house and remembering you're my wife just really gets me going. Sorry- I just couldn't help it."

His exuberance with praise and adoration was contagious. "I'm not complaining," you teased, "But now breakfast is ruined." You turned to the pans; the eggs and bacon were far past their prime by this point.

Kento laughed with mischief in his eyes. "I'd say it was a fair bargain," he chuckled as his eye skimmed your body most appreciatively, "Why don't I take you out for breakfast instead?"

He grinned at the shakiness of your legs as you nod. Smiling, you go to hop off the counter, only to be stopped by Kento-

"A late lunch", he corrects. "I still haven't satiated my fix for you yet, this morning", he went on, his body leaning in close enough that you could feel his erection against your thigh, straining against his sweats.

With that, you couldn't help but smile, leaning up to kiss Kento. The warmth in his praise and the lingering afterglow from your orgasm assured the love the two of you held for one another.

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lilacgaby · 2 days

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✽(5) WARNINGS LEFT BY "LILACGABY"

you were well versed in scary movie knowledge, or so you thought. but as you accepted your friend's invite to a lodge rumored to be favored by the supernatural, you'd only have yourself to blame. as notes appeared in everything around you, warning you of what's to come.

director's note: ahh this is my first october themed series!! something's might change aroundd but i promise to do my best as always (•̀ᴗ•́)و, happy almost spooky month!

ft: katsuki bakugo, toji fushiguro, satoru gojo, touya todoroki, ryomen sukuna, and (?)

taglist: open here or send in an ask!

cw: horror, dark romance, and violence.

october 2nd.

paring: parkranger(?)gojo x reader.

you were seperated from your group and discover an abandoned cabin out in the forest. ignoring the blood and signs of struggle as you felt hypnotized by the flashing lights leading you further. you place a tape into the tv, and a woman's screaming is all you hear. "don't trust the blinded man!" is all she managed before the tape cut off abruptly, and the friendly park ranger walked in behind you.

october 9th.

pairing: vampire!toji x reader

after that experience you needed someone to trust. you ran through the forest back to your group's cabin. a knock on your door took your attention, but there was a sticky note hung on top of the vision panel. "don't welcome in anyone, ever." was written in crimson.. was that fake blood? oh well, you're sure it was nothing as you welcomed in the handsome man in front of you.

october 16th.

pairing: demon!dabi x reader.

you'd lost everything. you escaped by the skin of your teeth, but the forest was endless and you weren't prepared. as your car finally slowed down to a lack of fuel, a note flew in through the window. "don't accept any deals, they're too good to be true!" was written in the same red as earlier, except this one had drops splattered over the note. a man knocked on your window and offered, for a cheap price, to fix all your problems.

october 21st.

pairing: gegenee!sukuna x reader.

you were sure the world you've entered now wasn't yours anymore. you swore the trees grew taller with every limped step you took. a note, mockingly free as it flew down to you, the crimson text gone and now black as it read, "if you see the six-limbed man, run for your life." but it was too late, for he saw you first.

october 30th.

pairing: doppleganger!bakugo x reader.

your escapes hadn't been futile in the end, you'd finally made it back to your loving boyfriend katsuki. scratched onto the side of the street you were walking with him in hand, was written 'don't trust even those closest to you." your face scrunched up in confusion, but you didn't get time to ponder it as your boyfriend, who'd been oddly cheerful today, opened the door for you with.. raspberry colored eyes.

october 31st.

pairing: mastermind!(?) x reader.

who could you trust anymore? who was doing this to you? as you followed the trail of notes, a bloodied trail leading you up a hill as you were suddenly put face to face with the mastermind.

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lolitakirstein · 2 months

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CW:Implied smut, pregnancy, Toji being feral for you

Thinking about how Toji loves when your pregnant.

He loves watching your belly grow weekly, constantly comparing it to the week before. Your small little bump in the first trimester drives him wild. “I just look fat” you complain anytime he’d come up behind you and rub on your little pooch that had formed, not yet a solid form distinguishable underneath. “No baby it’s much different, you look so adorable, “ he’d softly pinch the skin, causing you to squeal. Your breast started growing rapidly as you neared your delivery date, and toji adored how swollen they were becoming even though you were still complaining about your changing body “None of my bras fit, they’re so heavy and sore,” “I know baby,” he’d coo at night while he palmed your tender breast to relieve the aches. “But you’re still so sexy. Your perfect tits swollen with milk to feed our baby. Fuck you’re gonna be a pretty mama.” You feared your changing body would make Toji less attracted to you. “Not at all baby, i think this is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked. All knocked up with my child,” he'd say from the couch as he watched you strolling around the house-more like waddling, in nothing but a large tshirt and panties. “Real eloquent, Toji,” you roll your eyes. The final weeks and days of your pregnancy were rough. Your stomach distended so big you worried if you breathed too heavily you would pop. “Look at youuuuuu,” Toji would sigh, getting on his knees infront of you to kiss and rub your sore belly. “Our little guys gonna be big like his daddy.” Sure enough, your little bundle of joy was in fact a large, bouncing 9lb baby boy. And sure enough, Toji was ready get you pregnant again as he watched you breastfeeding your little creation in the rocking chair. “God that’s about the most beautiful sight i’ve ever seen,” he breathed while laying in the floor of the nursery, absolutely swooning over you and your child. “Let’s have another.” “Toji! I just gave birth,” you half laugh half shout. “Yeah?” he shrugged, reaching for your feet and massaging your achey ankles. “You’d look heavenly feeding my child while full of my other one” You playfully kicked him in the chest.

Honestly, Toji would keep you pregnant 24/7/365 if he could. The pride he felt seeing you busting with his child. How your skin glowed from the hormones. Even how your nipples would darken and enlarge, leaking with milk near feeding time- hell he even loved rubbing nipple cream on your sore nipples and breast, always trying to soothe you.

And sure enough, not even a year after the birth of your child, Toji smirked as you showed him the 2 faint lines. “Mmmmm, get to see my baby all big again, fertile little mama.” You only half teased about getting him “fixed”, because you secretly loved being pregnant as well and watching the literal heart eyes pulse in his eyes. The massages were also a plus

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classyrbf · 2 months

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SWEET LOVIN'! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

thinking about intimate sex with husband!toji, who’s so loving towards you, whispering praises in your ear, kissing you so tenderly. One look at the man and you’d think he goes at it hard and rough, treating you like a toy, and in some cases that may be true, but not most of the time. No, not your Toji. You always come first in his eyes, learning every technique in the book, learning you like the back of his hand so he knows all the ways to make you cum with ease. He’ll hold you tightly, rocking his hips slow and deep, hitting that sweet spot that makes you cry out into his neck. “I got you, mama, I know,” he reassures. Not to mention, he loves holding hands during sex, especially when eating your pussy. He’ll stare into your eyes while your moaning out his name and he’ll just intertwine his fingers with yours, holding your hand tightly like he never wants to let go. He’ll kiss down your spine, down your torso, he’ll take his time with you because he’s in no rush, he wants to enjoy this moment, savor you. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” he whispers as you’re cumming around him for the third time. And when he does get a little feral, hips moving faster because he loves the way the you feel around him, he’ll apologize between kisses, reaching down to rub your clit or play with your tits, cause he doesn’t want to think he’s just using his baby, no, not ever. He constantly say, “I love you.” And you can tell he means it when you hear that break in his voice, that desperation. After he cums in you, the aftercare is everything. He’ll cuddle with you, caress your skin and pepper your face in his kisses until you’re both giggling. “Are you okay? Need anything?” He asks. “I’m kinda hungry now,” you respond. Toji orders food for the both of you, and while waiting for it to arrive, you both hop in the shower together. He has you wrapped in his arms, chin resting atop of your head as the water hits you both. Toji may look like an intimidating, mean and dominant guy, but all of that fades away with you, his most prized possession.

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satoruxx · 6 months

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pairing: toji fushiguro x reader | 1.2k words summary: boyfriend!toji again, fluff, soft!toji, grumpy x sunshine, that obligatory sick fic, bickering, affectionate scolding, pet names, this is very self-indulgent !! rheya's note: had this written for so long and never posted it oops !! but yeah resident grump worrying over his fav what's new?

toji knows something is off as soon as he steps into his apartment. he comes to the conclusion almost immediately, because he isn’t greeted like he normally is when he comes home.

normally, he’ll push the door open and you’ll trip over yourself as you stand from the couch, a giddy smile on your face as you jump into his arms. and being the asshole that he is, toji never hesitates to grumble about it, clicking his tongue as he says things along the lines of “dammit kid one day i won’t catch you” or “jeez baby let me get in the house” or something similar. but despite all that his hands will still be attached to you, rubbing your back as he smothers an amused chuckle against your hair.

but not today. today he’s greeted by quiet and emptiness—a clear lack of you. he had opened the door ready to catch you in his arms, but all he can do is raise a brow at the silence. as much as he normally complains about it, this absence makes his gut churn. he pushes all that aside, more concerned than anything as he drops his jacket onto the couch and heads for the bedroom.

toji is nothing if not observant, paranoid as his eyes dart from corner to corner of the small apartment. it’s ingrained into him—this fear that his past will come back to haunt him and take you away in the most brutal way imaginable. but he tries to ignore that, continuing to head down the hall until he pushes the bedroom door open.

his shoulders drop in relief, seeing you laying on your stomach, face buried in the pillows, and he lets out a sigh. he sees you shift a little, signaling that you’re awake, so he takes a few steps forward.

toji climbs onto the bed and lays down next to you, dropping a heavy arm over your back. “what’s wrong?”

“don’t feel good,” you answer back. toji’s brows furrow, and he manages to push his free palm against your forehead. heat pulses against his skin, and his frown deepens.

“the fuck did you do to yourself?” he asks, not unkindly but still stern—you can only glare at him hazily.

“it’s not my fault!”

“uh huh,” toji rolls his eyes, threading his fingers through your sweaty hair and pushing it back from your forehead. “so me telling you to put some layers on when you go out in the cold has nothing to do with this?”

you huff, face heating under his pointed stare, and all you can do is shove his hand away, before pathetically burying your face into the sheets again. “shut up.”

“don’t be a brat.” toji lets out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head indulgently. “it’s your fault for not listening to me.”

“if you’re just gonna lecture me, go away,” you complain, cheek pressed into the pillow. toji snorts, though his hand rubs what you assume to be soothing circles on your back.

“who’s gonna make sure your dumbass doesn’t get into more trouble?”

another indignant huff, and toji only chuckles. “alright c’mon kid. let’s get you in better shape, yeah?” he grunts, looping his arm around your waist and tugging you up. you immediately protest, whining out a plethora of curses attached to his name, and he rolls his eyes. “okay, alright shut up.”

he maneuvers your body into sitting position, leaning you up against the pillows and pulling the blankets up with furrowed brows—meticulous in a way that he is only with very few things.

“you eat anything today?” he asks, still fussing over the blankets, and you gulp quietly. one look and toji’s frown grows deeper. “kid.” the word comes out stressed, like a scolding, and you wince.

“i didn’t feel like it,” you groan, trying not to wilt under his pointed glare.

“don’t care,” he huffs. “your body needs energy, stupid.”

“rude,” you mutter, crossing your arms and toji rolls his eyes.

“whine all you want—“ he stands up, rolling his neck until he hears a satisfying crack. “—still gonna make you eat something. soup okay?”

you don’t want to admit how tempting it sounds, so with an unrelenting amount of stubbornness you glare at him. “fine.”

his lips quirk upward into a smug little grin, and you try to refrain from throwing something at him. he pats your leg. “alright.”

he heads into the kitchen, leaving you to your thoughts. you hear the occasional sounds of cooking and utensils and before long, the comforting smell of soup wafts through the apartment. you try not to show toji how your mouth is watering when he walks back in, a bowl in his palm.

“here,” he grunts, propping a knee onto the bed that dips under his weight. “eat up, doll.”

you sigh, already hating the feeling of the cool sheets when you move even slightly to reach for it.

“you gonna make me spoon feed you?” toji’s brow quirks—smug, and obviously amused.

“i can do it myself thank you—” you try to take the bowl from him with a glare but he raises it out of your reach and clicks his tongue.

“will y’just let me do this one thing for you, jeez,” he complains, glaring down his nose at you.

you cross your arms with a huff, tone going slightly apologetic. “i feel bad—”

“why the fuck do you feel bad?” he asks sharply, eyes narrowed and confused and caught off guard like you’ve said the most out of pocket thing.

“because—” you stress, throwing your hands up miserably. “you were out on these crazy missions—probably tired as hell. and instead of relaxing you have to come home and take care of me because i was too stupid to look after myself.”

toji groans, putting the bowl on the bedside table before sitting on the bed completely. “kid,” he says emphatically, taking your face in his palms firmly. “how many times do i need to tell you this? i don’t mind lookin’ out for you.”

“yeah but—”

“no shut up,” he snaps, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. “you always worry about bothering me or inconveniencing me or some other crap like that. i’m telling you—don’t.”

his thumbs gently press into the apples of your cheeks, and your lips part under his pointed gaze.

“i like doin’ shit for you, okay? ‘n takin’ care of you when you’re sick? that’s nothing.” his lips tug into a lopsided smirk. “who else is gonna look out for you anyway?”

you purse your lips, throat going tight because toji rarely talks like this—so honestly open. and though you’re sure that many people out there would say he’s harsh and mean and not good for you, it’s things like this that prove how wrong they are.

“what’s wrong? did i break your brain?” toji asks, reaching up to knock his knuckle against your head, and you huff out a laugh, pushing his arm away.

“shut up,” you mutter, falling into his chest heavily. he chuckles, low and throaty as he pats your back.

“you up for eating now?” you can feel him reaching for the bowl, and you smile against him, pressing your face further into his warmth because toji will always be nothing but safe for you.

“in a minute,” you answer, looping your arms around his waist. he sighs, shaking his head but he doesn’t say anything else.

but you think you can feel him smile against your hair as he drops a chaste kiss to your forehead—you don’t tell him that though.

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