bistrocatxx

[bistrocatxx]

bf!satoru is more excited about your new vibrator than you are !

18+ mdni

crackfic, i didn't proofread this, enjoy thank you @binmeister for this wonderful idea

"the 'thump' is designed to be the de facto replacement for all external clit stimulating vibes!"

you can't help but roll your eyes when the ad comes up, interrupting the video you'd been watching with your boyfriend. every company claims they have the newest, latest, super-soaker toy on the market, but whenever you've tried one, the whole experience just falls flat. you remember when you fell into the 'rose toy' trap. the awkward toy that felt good, sure, when you could hold it against you, but the awkward shape always had it slipping from your hands before you could finish.

"it vibrates! it suctions! and it thumps!"

the ad continues in the background, and satoru's eyes haven't left the screen once — wide and sparkling with a child-like wonder.

"babe. we have to try this." he says, pausing the video when the ad finally ends.

you let out a sound that's half sigh, half chuckle. "we are not spending $90 on that, it probably doesn't even work."

but he's not listening. his phone is already in his hands, pulling up the website that was mentioned.

add to cart.

delivery address.

pay now.

"okay, they said it'll be here in like a week."

"god damnit, satoru. you're a victim of capitalism."

he just laughs, because he doesn't care, his curiosity will always get the best of him, and this toy, was curious.

fast forward a seven days later, you're lounging on the bed when satoru bursts in, a wide smile spread across his face, a box in his hands.

"it's here. take off your pants."

you'd stare at him, a quizzical brow raised because you were still skeptical. but you give in, of course you do, because you can't bring yourself to say 'no' after he had spent so much money and is expressing such genuine excitement.

you're naked on the bed, satoru shirtless, sitting beside you, a soft bzzzzzz sounding through the room.

"s'toru! so close, fuck, fuck—" you're moaning, the vibrator function of the thump working just as it had advertised, and satoru knows you, knows your body so well. holding it up to your clit with the right pressure, watching you writhe on the sheets before him.

the tent in his pants gets bigger as he watches the way your slick is coating the toy, dripping down between your thighs towards your ass.

he wants you to cum, of course he does, but again, he's just so curious.

"hold on, baby."

"w-wha- waittt, 'm s'close," you whimper, but it's fruitless. right when you feel the wave of your climax about to crash over you the continuous stimulation is gone, replaced by a bzz bzz bzz bzz, thump thump thump thump, against your swollen clit. your orgasm fades quickly, leaving you sweaty and wet, but more than anything, fucking irritated.

you shoot up on the bed, torso propped up on your elbows as you glare at him. "satoru, what the fuck?"

he doesn't even see the look on your face. his brows are furrowed together, tongue in his cheek as all his concentration is focused on the toy that's still tapping against your pussy.

"lil' underwhelming, don't you think?" he asks.

you're going to kill him. or at least, you would have, if he wasn't already fiddling with it again, flipping it over and placing the tiny divot onto your sensitive bud.

"o-oh, fuck." you collapse onto your back again, the suction effect throwing you straight into your climax again, taking you towards your peak.

you have satoru's attention now. "shit— that feel good?" he asks with genuine wonder, but when you try to answer he clicks the button again, and the suction increases.

it's a lot. after being so close and then so far, you're now too close to your orgasm again. leg's shaking, your hand shoots out to grab satoru's wrist, trying to pull him off of you, but he only grins wider, pressing harder.

"fuck! fuck- toru, please!" you whine loudly, back arching off the bed. your fingers are tingling and your breath is rapid, repeatedly getting caught in your throat whenever he asjusts his grip.

"holy shit." he sounds breahtless. is breathless. watching the way the new toy is reducing you to nothing but a soaking mess on the bed. your chest is flushed, tears in your waterline, not a single coherent sentence escaping your lips anymore. he doesn't think he's ever been this hard before. "yeah you gonna cum baby? you like your new present?"

"y-yes! love it s'much, s'good- w-wai.. gonna—"

shockwaves coursing through you, you're crying for him when your squirt. your arousal splashed onto his hand, his wrists, the cotton beneath you. you'd never done that before. and once you're able to think again the embarrassment sets in as you look at the absolute mess you've made.

"oh my god.. toru i-im so sor—"

"that was so fucking hot."

you glance up at him through wet lashes and smudged mascara to find another stupid smile on his face, holding his latest puchase up to his lips as his tongue darts out to lick your juices off of the toy.

"satoruuuu!" you call out for him when you get home a couple days later.

no reply. weird.

you head towards the bedroom and once you get there you can hear the shower running — he must have just gotten home from work too and couldn't hear you. swinging open the door to greet him, you're especting him to be under the stream of water, tucked away behind the shower curtain. but no, instead, he's right in the middle of the bathroom, bare naked, a scowl on his lips and the 'thump' held crooked to his tip.

"what the fuck are you doing?"

he jumps at the sound of your voice, vibrator flying and clattering onto the tile floor. he was clearly too lost in the moment to hear you come in.

"fuck! you scared me."

"i scared you? you're using my vibrator!"

he's stuttering, scrambling for words. "i wanted to try it..."

[bistrocatxx]

oh boy oh boy oh boy

a substandard motel | fushiguro toji

there are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses, it's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses

pairing: fushiguro toji x fem!reader

summary: when your abusive ex shows up to take you back you find a savior in fushiguro toji, the owner of the shitty motel you're currently living in.

word count: 5.2k

content: 18+ mdni, smut, abuse, past relationship with sukuna, yandere!sukuna, threats, violence, reference to past sexual assault, blow jobs, cunnilingus, piv, protected sex, reader is not a good decision maker and she has attachment issues DON'T be like her

a/n: I might be physically incapable of writing a fic without sukuna so I made him the evil abusive ex in this fic to stop myself from making this all about him lol

A shitty motel room with a broken chain on the door was possibly the worst place you could be right now. But it wasn’t like you had any money to go somewhere nicer, somewhere safer than this run-down hovel on the side of the road.

Your ex-boyfriend had made sure of that. 

You supposed that someone else in your situation would seek out friends or family, but you didn’t have that option available to you either. Your ex had efficiently isolated you from everyone you knew, slowly manipulating your relationships until you’d even cut ties with your parents. 

And then as the final nail in the coffin, he’d moved you across the country, hundreds of miles from anyone you knew, ensuring that fixing your relationships would be impossible. He was clever, and you were a fool. You should’ve listened to your parents when they told you he was bad news. 

But you didn’t. So now here you were, stuck in this motel on the side of the road. 

It didn’t feel like a place that you were safe in, the other patrons were clearly unsavory types - this wasn’t a place that good and honest people went. Not to mention, the motel owner himself looked like he might kill you at any given moment, with his sharp green eyes and the scar running across his lip. He wasn’t the kind of man you wanted to be in debt to, and you needed money fast if you wanted to stay here much longer. 

You could pay for one more week and then you’d be out on your ass. Really homeless. And you certainly weren’t going back to your ex’s house, so the streets would have to do. 

How the fuck did your life end up like this? 

You’d had excellent prospects, had graduated from a top university with excellent grades, even landed a high-paying corporate job straight out of school. Your parents had been proud of you, you’d been proud of yourself. Everything had been going according to plan. 

Until he showed up. Sukuna. 

You’d met him at a bar, a run-down dive where you’d gone to celebrate a friend’s birthday. He’d approached you with that charming smile of his, red eyes swimming with interest as he spent the rest of the night talking to you, making you feel special. You’d gone home with him that night and fucked him in his run-down apartment. 

From that moment on, the two of you had a whirlwind romance. He treated you like a princess, taking you out on fancy dates and buying you expensive gifts, insisting on paying for everything even though he didn’t make much down at the car garage, telling you that you were worth it.

He’d shower you with compliments at every moment of the day, fuck you so well that all you could think about was him, take care of your every need. It was everything you’d ever wanted from a relationship and more. 

That’s why you’d moved in with him so quickly. 

Why you’d believed him and cut ties when he claimed that your parents and friends were actively trying to turn you against him, that they didn’t know what was best for you. He knew what was best for you. 

It was why you’d barely resisted when he suggested moving across the country - he loved you after all, and you loved him. Besides, you had no ties back home anymore regardless. You could start a fresh life, a wonderful life with him.

Once he had you fully isolated, the mask came off. 

The horrible, dangerous man everyone else had been seeing finally became visible to you. He took full control over your life: refusing to allow you to get a job, tracking your location and phone usage, even determining what you were and weren’t allowed to eat. Whenever you tried to resist his orders, beg him to allow you a semblance of control over your own life, he would strike you hard across the face. 

At first you’d tried to live with it. Tried to follow his rules and behave, your memory still filled with all the wonderful times that you’d had with him. Maybe if you were good, things would go back to how they were before. 

You were stupid. Because acting like a docile little creature changed nothing. He didn’t have a reason to beat you anymore, but that didn’t mean that he stopped. He took joy in your pain, it didn’t matter what you did, as long as you stayed here this was the treatment that you were going to receive for the rest of your life. 

So when you saw an opportunity to run, you took it. 

It wasn’t easy. Sukuna had his eyes on you most of the time and he’d keep all the doors locked up tight when he went to work. You supposed he didn’t expect you to be brave enough to jump from your bedroom window on the second floor. You were lucky that you didn’t break anything from the fall. 

All you’d taken from the house was your phone and a wad of cash that you knew Sukuna stored under the mattress in case of emergencies. You called a cab before discarding your phone on the lawn outside, you knew he’d track you with it if you took it with you. 

You’d instructed the cab driver to take you to a motel outside of town and that’s how you’d ended up here, paying Toji, the owner, enough to let you stay for just under two weeks while you figured things out. 

The sight of Toji when you’d first arrived had almost instantly turned you away. He was almost the same size as Sukuna, and absolutely jacked. The way that he looked down at you like you weren’t meant to be there had you quivering with fear, wondering if he’d take advantage of your innocence in the same way Sukuna had. But when he spoke his tone was filled with disinterest - a man who had seen everything in this job and really couldn’t care less about you. 

That was comforting considering all you wanted was to be left alone. 

Besides, you figured having someone so scary run this place was probably a good thing. Perhaps it would help keep Sukuna away if he did find you. 

It had been about five days now since you’d arrived at the motel and you were almost starting to believe that you’d escaped Sukuna’s clutches forever. But that man was nothing if not tenacious, and he hadn’t worked so hard to alienate you from your whole support system only for you to leave him now.

The fist banging against your door had you practically jumping out of your skin, eyes wide as you stared at the entryway from your place on the bed. Maybe it was someone else? Perhaps some drug dealer had got the wrong room? You remained deathly still as the pounding started again, wishing more than anything right now that at the very least the chain on the door fucking worked. 

“Open up baby, I know you’re in there. Hope you’ve enjoyed your little holiday because you’re not going to be seeing the sky again for a while.” Your stomach churned at Sukuna’s unmistakable voice at the door. 

You’d known it would only be a matter of time, but you hadn’t managed to formulate any sort of plan for this situation. Every outcome ended with him dragging you back to his house and beating you black and blue. 

Heart pounding, you retreated into the bathroom, trying to see if there was anything that you could use as a make-shift weapon to ward him off. Unfortunately, this motel was so shitty that the bathroom was essentially bare, nothing but a couple of tiny shampoo bottles lining the bathtub - those wouldn’t even make a dent if you were to throw one at him. 

A loud crashing sound came from outside the door, and your heartrate picked up at the realisation that Sukuna had kicked in the door of your room. 

Lip trembling, you grabbed your hairbrush and smashed it hard into the mirror, glass shattering everywhere. A couple of shards grazed your hand but you paid no attention to the pain, adrenaline coursing through you as you picked up a particularly large piece. 

Taking a deep breath you stepped out of the bathroom, clutching the glass in your hands as you came face to face with Sukuna, who had already made it halfway across the room. His red eyes flicked between your face and your makeshift weapon, lip curling with amusement. 

“What’s your plan with that, baby? Gonna stab me?” He asked, taking a step towards you. 

“Stay back!” You hissed, holding the glass as steady as you could, making your best attempt to be menacing even though Sukuna was well aware that you were the last person he needed to be afraid of. 

“Aw, don't be like that. You’re acting kinda ungrateful right now, baby.” He said as he took another couple of steps forward, almost in range of you now. “Look at you, living in this shithole because you tried to be independent for once, weren’t things so much better when I was taking care of you?” 

“N-no.” You mumbled, lip trembling violently as tears blurred your eyes. He was too close now, and you knew full well that you couldn’t overpower him. You’d tried plenty of times before. 

“No? God, you’ve always been so fucking stupid.” 

He was on you in a second, taking you down to the floor, his knees on either side of your body, keeping you firmly in place as one of his hands squeezed yours firmly, forcing the broken glass to slip from your fingers. You let out a yelp as the edge of the glass cut at your fingers. 

“There we go, stupid little slut.” He spat before slapping you hard across the face. “Gonna have to teach you some lessons, huh? Need to make sure you don’t try and pull some shit like this again.” 

Moving to standing, his hand curled roughly into your hair, dragging you across the floor as he headed for the door. You were sobbing softly, cheek burning from how hard he’d hit you, the pain in your scalp beneath his grip unbearable. 

How could you have thought that the outcome would be anything other than this? Of course you’d never be able to escape him, you’d been in his clutches since the very first night that he’d fucked you. 

“Maybe I’ll carve my name into your skin.” He mused. “That way everyone knows who your owner is.” Your blood ran cold, no doubt in your mind that these weren’t just empty threats, he always liked to follow through on his promises. 

Click. 

As soon as Sukuna stepped out of the door he froze. You looked up, eyes wide with hope at the sight of Toji standing just outside your room, pressing the barrel of his pistol against the side of Sukuna’s head. 

“Are we gonna have a problem here?” Toji asked, expression neutral as he assessed Sukuna. 

Sukuna smirked. “Nah, just came to pick up my pet.” 

“That so?” Toji’s eyes trailed over your quaking form, the tears rolling freely down your face, the cuts marring your hands. “Doesn’t seem like she wants to go with you, man.” 

“Not really your business is it?” Sukuna said, his tone low and dangerous. The hope that Toji would be your saviour was dwindling, Sukuna was too unwilling to let you go, and there was no way that Toji cared enough to come to blows over this. It just wasn’t worth it for some girl he barely knew. 

“She’s a guest here so it is my business.” Toji said steadily. “I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, before I put a bullet in your head.” Your heart was pounding as you watched the stand-off between the two men, wondering if Toji would really be willing to kill him. 

By how calm he seemed to be, you definitely believed it. 

Sukuna sneered but released your hair. “Been whoring yourself out to this guy, huh?” He asked as he looked down at you, his red eyes filled with rage. “You might be safe today, but this isn’t over.” 

Taking a deep breath he took a look at Toji. “Have fun with her while you can, she’s probably way too stretched out by me for it to feel good for you though.” 

Your face went a deep red with humiliation at his words, but relief flooded through you as he retreated to his car and drove away. You let out a sob, pulling your knees to your chest as you wailed, the wounds on your hands suddenly in agony now that the immediate danger had passed. 

Toji’s intervention had been good, but all you could think about was the fact that Sukuna would be back, and even angrier than he was before if he thought you’d been sleeping with someone else while you’d been apart.

“Hey, you shouldn’t stay here.” Toji’s voice was even, and your soul felt like it was shattering. He was kicking you out of the motel now? You had nowhere to go. 

“Please- I don’t have the money to move somewhere else.” You rasped out between tears.

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not making you leave. I just mean you shouldn’t stay here. The door’s busted and I’ve got no doubt that maniac will be back with a gun in no time.” 

You looked up at him nervously, not really sure what he was suggesting, but he held out a hand to you and you took it, unwilling to turn your back on a man who had just come to your rescue. If he saved you from your fate at Sukuna’s hands he was a good person in your mind and right now you could really use anyone’s help. 

Hoisting you to your feet, he led you out of your room and to the motel’s reception area, unlocking the door behind the desk and inviting you in. 

It was a cozy little office with a metal desk holding a very old computer, a ratty sofa lining one of the walls, and a small bed in the far corner. The room looked like it had seen better days, but you supposed that statement applied to the whole motel. 

“It’s better for you to stay here for now - he’ll have to go through me if he wants to get to you in here. This is where I usually sleep when I’m here on night duty but I’ll just hang out on the main desk tonight - someone else is coming to cover me in the morning so I’ll just sleep when I get home. 

“Oh.” You said softly, grateful for his help but feeling a little guilty to steal away his sleep. “I can just sleep on the sofa?” 

“Nah, wouldn’t feel right making a girl sleep on the sofa after her boyfriend beat the shit out of her.” He said honestly. 

Having someone else outline your situation so casually had you feeling a little exposed. Even though your parents and friends had expressed concerns about Sukuna, they hadn’t been around to see the full extent of it. This was the first time someone other than you was around to witness just how terribly he really treated you. 

You hadn’t noticed that fresh tears were rolling down your cheeks until Toji’s hand was pressing comfortingly against your upper back, gently leading you in the direction of the bed and sitting you down on the edge. He was moving his hand gently up and down your back now as you cried, clearly doing his best to soothe you. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, eyes trailing from the cuts on your hands to your bruised cheek. “That guy seemed like a real piece of work.” 

“He’s my ex.” You mumbled. “He’s been treating me like that for a while. I finally got the courage to leave him but he’s not happy about it.” 

Toji hummed. “I’ve seen a lot of that kinda thing here - girls running away from their abusive partners. I’ve sent plenty of guys packing when they come snooping around, but I’ve never seen anyone like him before - not sure how you got caught up with him, sweetheart, but you gotta get away from here and fast.” 

Even though you knew he was right, those weren’t the words that you wanted to hear right now. The enormity of the task was too much. You had no money and Sukuna had always been good at knowing where you were and what you would do. Plus, once you left here you wouldn’t have someone like Toji to come to your rescue the next time Sukuna showed up. 

“There’s- there’s nowhere-” you stuttered out through soft sobs, everything entirely too overwhelming right now. You were going to end up in Sukuna’s grasp once more, weren’t you?

“Hey, calm down.” He soothed, his deep and calming tone sending a shiver running through your body. “I’ll help you figure something out.” 

Your eyes went wide with surprise. “But- you barely know me…” 

“What kinda guy would I be if I left a pretty girl like you to be tormented by him?” Your heart was racing at his words. No one had treated you so kindly since Sukuna had moved you to this part of the country, the only words that you’d heard for the past year had been cruel jabs intended to break you down. 

“Thank you.” You mumbled. 

“Not a problem, sweetheart. I’d offer to take you home with me right now but I got a kid and I really don’t want that psycho showing up to my house and scaring him. Plus his mother would definitely get sole custody if that happens and I fought hard to keep that little shit.” 

You smiled at him, your heart warmed by the idea that he’d consider bringing you to his house as a viable option at all. 

“We can figure something out in the morning.” He said finally, and the two of you sat in silence for a moment, Toji’s hand still comfortably drawing circles on your back, doing wonders to soothe you, your tears finally starting to wane. 

As your heart rate started to calm down, you glanced up at Toji, his expression sympathetic as he gazed down at you. In a way he reminded you of Sukuna, with that same gruff, scary exterior, but there was something about him that made you feel comforted. You doubted that Sukuna ever would’ve come to your aid like Toji had, he probably would’ve told you that it was your fault you were in the situation in the first place. 

He’d never genuinely cared about what happened to you. You were just some pretty little prize that he wanted to own. Perhaps you’d never been a person to him at all. But Toji was looking at you like you actually mattered.

He was handsome, there was no denying that, his large hand splayed across your back was warm and gentle. This motel wasn’t a safe place, no place on earth was really safe as long as Sukuna was still out there. But here, with his hand on your back, you’d never felt safer. 

The kiss happened on instinct.

Craning your neck up you pressed your lips against his, fingers tangling into the fabric of his grey hoodie to pull him down to your level. All you wanted right now was comfort, for this man to look after you, protect you. Perhaps it was misguided to cling to him like this, but he was your savior and you needed him to know just how thankful you were. 

Toji seemed to hesitate for a second, clearly assessing if this was a good idea, before throwing caution to the wind and kissing you back. Both his hands were on your back now, wrapping you up in a tight embrace as he pulled you against him. 

The feeling of his lips against yours felt pleasant, strangely familiar even, despite this being the first time you’d ever really interacted with each other. It felt like it was where you were meant to be, gentle and caring - completely different to that feeling of being devoured whenever you kissed Sukuna. 

His tongue was pressing into your mouth, tangling with yours as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, desperate to bring him closer, to feel the warmth of his body pressed against yours. The pain that Sukuna had inflicted on you was temporarily gone, the feeling of Toji’s lips against your completely overriding your senses. 

As you tugged urgently on his hoodie he pulled back for a moment, green eyes fixing you with interest. 

“Not sure you’re thinking straight, sweetheart.” He purred, his consideration making your heart flip. Sukuna would’ve never said such a thing, if he wanted to fuck then you fucked. Your desires never really came into play. 

But you did want Toji right now, you needed to show him just how grateful you were for his help, needed to wipe the stench of Sukuna off you by being with someone else. Someone who had shown at least a shred of regard for your wellbeing. 

“Please.” You whispered, batting your eyelashes up at him. “I want you.” 

Toji swallowed heavily, his eyes narrowed as they flickered to your lips. You could tell that he wanted this just like you wanted him, but he wasn’t sure, couldn’t be certain that you weren’t just traumatised and didn’t want to take advantage of you. 

He really was a good guy. 

So you made the first move, hands moving beneath the hem of his hoodie and pulling it over his head, discarding it across the room. His eyes went wide with surprise for a moment, and you took that opportunity to admire his toned chest. God, he was handsome. 

Finally making his decision, Toji was quick to pull of your shirt, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him as he started to kiss at your shoulders, moving down your collarbone until he reached your breasts, lavishing them with attention, his tongue flicking erotically at your nipples until you were whining his name sweetly. 

It felt incredible, but this was meant to be about thanking him, so you were quick to pull away as you yanked on his sweats, encouraging him to help you remove them. As he discarded them and his boxers across the room your eyes went wide with surprise at the sight of his erect cock. 

Sukuna’s comments about him having stretched you out too much for Toji to enjoy you were completely unfounded, because Toji’s cock was monstrous enough to rival Sukuna’s, and the shock on your face must’ve made that very clear to him. 

“See something you like?” He asked, grinning as you nodded enthusiastically, practically drooling at the sight.

Dropping down to your knees, you pressed a couple of sweet kisses against the tip of his big cock before wrapping your lips around it, working your head down his shaft, tongue running against the underside as you pressed your nose up against his pelvis. 

“Fuck-” He hissed, his hand flying to your hair as you took him all in your mouth with ease, hands coming up to fondle at his balls while you bobbed your head up and down his cock. “You’re so good at that, sweetheart.” 

And to be fair, you were good at it. All the time spent with Sukuna practically choking you on his length had made sure of that - you’d had to adapt quickly to make sure you pleased him. Not that Sukuna had ever really praised you for your skills like Toji was right now. 

Toji’s grip on your hair was surprisingly gentle, guiding you softly but never tugging too hard, making sure that you were comfortable. He started bucking his hips slightly as his cock began to twitch in your mouth.

Expertly, you pulled your head back a little, swirling your tongue around his tip and sending him over the edge, keeping your lips parted and tongue out as he came, most of his cum shooting into your mouth with some splattering against your chest, dripping down over your breasts. 

You swallowed enthusiastically and looked up at him with big eyes, so eager to please him. He let out a deep groan at the sight.

“Shit, sweetheart.” He mumbled, before grabbing you by the waist and tossing you onto the bed, sliding up your skirt and swiftly removing your panties, exposing your slick pussy to him. 

You figured that he’d just get on with fucking you now, that’s what Sukuna would usually do after you’d sucked him off. But instead Toji crawled between your legs, his hot breath fanning against your core as he licked a broad stripe up your pussy, sending a pleasure-filled shiver through your body. 

“Tastes sweet.” Toji spoke, looking up at you for a moment, the eye contact making you clench desperately as he dove back between your legs, lapping at you like he was a starved man and this was the first meal he’d had in months. 

Soft little whimpers left your lips as you fisted at the sheets beneath you, arching off the bed a little to try and get more friction, to urge Toji to apply more pressure. It was clear that he was experienced in this area though, drawing patterns between your folds with the tip of his tongue, even dipping it into your entrance every now and then, sending a shock through your body at the unexpected sensation. 

You could feel the pressure in your gut building, your legs squeezing more tightly against Toji’s head as your body tensed up. He could tell that you were nearing your peak, bringing his thumb down to your clit to add to the stimulation. 

A cry of pleasure left your lips as you reached your high, legs shaking and body convulsing as slick dripped down your ass and onto the sheets beneath. Your body felt light, completely overwhelmed by how good that felt. Toji was still lapping up your fluids, overstimulating you as you reached down to tug at his black hair. 

“Too much.” You whined, and he chuckled as he pulled away, obscenely wiping your slick from his chin. He gazed down at you adoringly, a handsome smile crossing his face.

“Want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” 

“Yes please.” 

Toji fumbled in the bedside table for a second and pulled out a condom, rolling it down his cock as he clambered on top of you, pinning your smaller body beneath his. Slowly he ran the tip of his cock through your folds, catching it teasingly against your clit a few times before pushing into you. 

A soft little gasp fell from your mouth as he started to stretch you out, the thickness of his cock making you feel so good. And unlike Sukuna, he was giving you all the time you needed to adjust, moving slowly until he was bottomed out inside of you. 

“A-ah, T-Toji.” You whined softly, fingers digging into his back at the sensation of being so full of him. 

“Feel good, sweetheart?” 

You nodded enthusiastically and he started to move his hips, snapping into you rhythmically, enjoying the way that you were clenching around him with each thrust, whining his name so sweetly as he fucked into you. 

Desperate to get even closer he paused for a moment to throw your legs over his shoulders, practically folding you in half as he leaned over you, moving his hips faster now as he brought his fingers to your clit, rubbing it in tandem with the movement of his cock. 

Your eyes were filled with tears now, your gaze focused intently on where his cock was currently disappearing into you, wails of his name leaving your mouth as you pressed down hard into the mattress, completely incapacitated with pleasure beneath him. He was reaching so deep inside you, making you feel so good. 

Sukuna hadn’t made you feel like this in a long time. 

“That’s it, sweetheart.” Toji purred, one hand splayed against your stomach now, pressing down against the spot that his cock was currently hitting inside you. “Fuck, can feel myself in there, so fucking deep, feels like I’m in your guts.” 

You could barely comprehend his words, mind too hazy from the sensation of him hitting that spongy spot inside you over and over again, vision filled with the lewd scene of his cock filling you up, his balls slapping hard against your ass with each thrust. 

It felt like heaven. 

“Gonna cum, pretty girl?” Toji asked as he felt you tighten around him. You’d fallen silent now - mouth open, drool dripping from your lips, too lost in pleasure to make sounds anymore. And he let out a laugh, the vibration of it flowing through his body all the way to his cock. 

Keeping up the pace he pressed his thumb hard against your clit and your vision went blinding white as he made you cum for the second time, clamping down hard around his cock and letting out a loud moan of his name, a clear liquid suddenly squirting from you all over Toji’s abdomen. 

Your eyes went wide with surprise and horror at what had just happened, scrambling to move away. You’d certainly never done that before. 

“I’m s-sorry.” You apologised in humiliation. But before you could move away, Toji was holding you in place, his cock still buried inside you. A wide smirk was on his face, his expression undoubtedly proud.

“Well, ain’t that a compliment.” He said humorously before moving his hips once more, thrusting into you more harshly than before now as he tried to reach his own peak. All you could do was lie there and take it, letting out quiet little gasps at each deep thrust - too overstimulated to do anything else. 

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He groaned as he gazed down at you, hips stuttering a little as he reached his own high, letting out a moan as he came into the condom. 

He collapsed onto you for a moment, pressing his lips against yours in a deep, sloppy kiss, before pulling out and discarding the condom into the trashcan. Slowly he moved back over to you, wrapping a muscular arm around your smaller form and pulling you close to him. 

He was so warm, his presence so comforting, a sense of safety coursing through you as he held you tight. It was the exact opposite of the feeling that you got when you were with Sukuna. You wanted to stay in his arms forever. 

The stress of the evening and just how thoroughly Toji had fucked you was just starting to catch-up with you, and you could feel your eyes and body growing heavy with sleep as you leant back against Toji’s chest. 

“Toji?” You mumbled, knowing that there was something important to address before you drifted off.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He asked, fingers tracing along your bare waist affectionately. 

“What if Sukuna comes back?” 

“Then I’ll shoot him right in the head.” He said earnestly. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about a thing.”

a/n: hehe tell me if you want an evil version of this where sukuna does get her back lol

© sukunahs

[bistrocatxx]

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✦ ── pairing: actor!gojo x assistant!reader

✦ ── synopsis: gojo simply can't handle the newfound attention on his darling assistant.

✦ ── contents: explicit smut, fingering f! recieving, inappropriate work relationship, power dynamics, piv, oral m! recieving, post-argument sex, angst, hurt/no comfort, jealousy, really out of character and mean!gojo.

✦ ── a/n: if you've read this before, no you haven't. i was going to make this a gojo x reader x choso series but i think it works better as a oneshot so. here you go. also in the grind of using marina songs thanks to @indiewritesxoxo ily.

art by keikunn_sama on ig, dividers by anitalenia and dollywons

A haze of flashing and flickering lights passed you by—champagne spilled on plush carpeting and stark white grins of pure ecstasy, pride and veneers were what consisted of your evenings as you slinked in the back corner just out of sight.

Aside from the way you found yourself under his spotlight, tangled up in his arms to tie a pretty bow on the night, stamped with a smeared kiss of scarlet lipstick to his wrist.

Which he’d find a way of wiping off before the clock struck 12:00 AM.

Your back slammed into his wooden door, face warping into a contortion of pleasure and pain as your fingers curled through his silky hair. His massive hands roamed the surface of your skin until they found the plush underside of your thighs, gripping and squeezing like you were his singular anchor amidst a sea of chaos, the sole thing to ground him in reality. 

He was never gentle when he took you, simply too caught up in his keening lust.

His mouth trailed down the column of your neck in hungry kisses as he slowly rutted into you, dry humping you like a feral animal. Yet his mouth never connected with yours, his body making passionate love to you but his mouth whispering sweet nothings. 

With your skirt riding up your thighs, the shortest pair you owned brought along with you for the night, his fingers traced the damp spot coating your panties, a smug grin dancing across his lips as he slid them to the side, slipping his fingers in. Your body immediately wracked with goosebumps, the lust overwhelming you as he worked you open, fingers scissoring and dragging down your gummy walls.

His biceps rippled with effort as he held you up with one hand and teased you with the other, mouth latched onto your collarbone but never hard enough to mark you as his.

“Always so ready for me,” he breathed out in swollen pride, chest heaving as his pupils were blown wide in a hungry gleam, sapphire eyes dissecting your every movement.

Something about his tone, the assuredness that he could slip you into a dressing room backstage of the venue celebrating his brand new movie premiere and have you folded like fucking origami under his influence…

It wounded your pride more than you’d like to admit.

The chatter and instrumentals of the event did enough to conceal your moans and the way the door bounced with each thrust of his fingers, soon turned his shaft, into you.

 “How’s it feel, baby?” He quizzed with a purr in your ear before clamping down on the lobe as you clenched onto him like a vice. “Fuck, girl. Tryna’ milk me already?”

You tossed your head to the side, practically feeling him in your bones, his cologne and musk bathing over you and making your chest ache with something undeserving—hence your title. 

His assistant.

The girl who manages his schedules, who is by his side when he falls asleep and when he wakes, who he goes to when the media has spun up a new scandal and has you outline a response with the PR team to keep him from falling apart. 

You fetch whatever sweets he’s craving before he even knows he’s craving them, and you stand behind the camera as he twirls the dazzling new co-star and dips the actress into a kiss, one laced with such yearning and passion that it makes you wonder if he feels that way with every new co-worker, or if he’s managed to dupe his own assistant because his acting was just that good.

But who were you to have a say in any of this? All you could do was enjoy the ride he’d take you on whenever he’d set his gaze on you, floating high in the sky in his grasp and praying that your feet wouldn’t so much as graze the ground again.

You brought a hand over your mouth to muffle your nearing climax, legs wrapped around his waist and your mind feeling tipsy despite remaining incredibly sober the entire night.

The documents you’d brought into the room were scattered across the floor near your kitten heels, your pantyhose not without a few tears from his clawing hands to feel every inch of you.

“You on the pill?” He queried with a gasp, head tossed back as he slammed a hand on the door near your head, his hips driving you up into the wall as his tip kissed your cervix just right.

“Mmf!” You nodded quickly, biting your palm hard enough that you’d be tasting copper any moment now.

He didn’t waste a second, and neither did you, his seed ribboning ropes into you and coating your walls as your orgasm washed over you, stars blotting your vision out for the second time that night, your skin blanketed in a sticky layer of perspiration under your mussed blouse, glasses crooked and eyes low.

Gojo helped you to the ground, grabbing a handful of napkins from the dressing table and passing it over to you so you could clean yourself up.

Shoving his cock back into his briefs and slacks, he adjusted the zipper and plopped down on the couch, running a hand through his hair, head resting lazily against the backrest with his lashes fluttered shut. 

Your eyes trailed his plush lips, part of you wishing they were kiss-bitten. He looked so peaceful half-asleep.

You watched him quietly before you gathered your things you’d unceremoniously spread against the tile floors.

“There’s an afterparty hosted at your condo tonight,” you spoke to break the silence, pleating out your skirt and fixing your appearance to the best of your ability in the mirror.

“Cancel it,” he whined out, lifting his head and cocking it. “A man is a little more than tuckered out. Though I wouldn’t say no to round two,” he teased, running his tongue over his lower lip, eyeing the curve of your ass with no shame.

You scowled, doing the best to mask the flutter of your heart that resonated deep in your chest and shook your head. “We’re gonna get caught like this, Gojo. Your movie premiere? Really?”

He clicked his tongue as he manspread, bringing a hand down to palm his crotch.  “You weren’t complaining when I was inside you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to conceal the way he could make you infuriatingly flustered with his snide comments. “You’re not cancelling. Ijichi will be here in 15.”

–

“Who the hell decorated?”

You slid out of the limousine, tossing his nervous driver a reassuring glance and letting him know he was off for the rest of the night before shutting the door.

“Maybe you’d have a say in it if you attended even one of your post-project meetings, But instead, you send me as your representative,” you muttered under your breath, dusting off your dress. You’d brought it along for the after party, a formal yet sexy black gown, matched with Gojo’s black dress shirt and slacks. 

He sported a silver chain, the top buttons of his shirt undone and giving you, and everyone else, a free show of his mouth-watering collarbones.

As if noticing your train of thought, he placed a hand on the small of your back and began to lead you in, sliding his shades on and flashing his signature smile to groupies surrounding the entrance. “Almost looks like we’re a couple.”

A lump rose in your throat as you glanced up at him, admiring the sharp edges of his features before you moved his hand away from you, stepping into the bustling atmosphere of his luxurious condo and motioning towards the kitchen. “You’ve got people waiting for you. I’ll grab us a couple of drinks.”

He tilted his head down, eyeing you over the rim with a curious look, before it vanished. “Don’t spike it.”

“Can’t promise anything,” you teased.

Before he walked away, his arm rubbed your bare bicep in such a way it had your brain short-circuit. To anyone around, it was simply a boss giving their assistant some platonic affection, teetering on the edge of professionalism and friendship. But to you, it held something more telling, more dizzying, than you’d like to admit.

You stepped into the kitchen, trudging past the chefs after waving to them, accepting a few compliments on your rare dolled-up look, before pursing your lips, wanting to itch away the prominent crease in your browline. 

You’re his assistant, you thought. Get it together.

There wasn’t a world out there where Satoru Gojo would put his romantic life before his career, and remaining the heartthrob of the century has done numbers to his reputation as he’s only had fleeting speculations of chemistry with practically all of his co-stars.

Any concrete dating rumors right now, especially with his no-name assistant,  would practically snatch the Sexiest Man of the Year magazine title right from his grasp.

Not to mention, besides being his fuck buddy, who were you to think that he would have eyes for you? You were practically a nobody, simply assigned to the life of being glued to his hip for eternity.

“One drink won’t hurt,” you whispered, grabbing a bottle of white wine and pouring yourself a short glass before bottoming it out.

You searched the fridge for some soda, grabbing a pair of cans and pouring them into wine glasses and heading back into the party as Gojo wasn’t a drinker and you were technically on the clock.

Spotting Gojo immediately with his alabaster locks, you stood by his side, the conversation that was drowned out by the commotion of the party entering your atmosphere.

“There she is,” a low voice drawled out, one you didn’t recognize. It belonged to a tall man with raven tresses, sporting a sharp black suit with a cigar hanging limply from his lips. 

You handed Gojo his glass, passing a confused look with it which he only matched with an unreadable one. Though, you couldn’t ignore the subtle tick of his clenched jaw.

The stranger must’ve noticed your wonder, waving his arms around before starting to clear up any misunderstandings you could assume. “Gojo, here, was just telling me about you. I gotta say, he’s got wonderful taste in women.”

You opened your mouth as your eyes widened to correct him, but Gojo beat you to it.

“She’s just my assistant.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as something akin to bile teased the back of your tongue, gripping your clutch a little tighter before you focused your attention back on the black-haired man and reached your hand out. “It’s nice to meet you…?”

“Shiu Kong.” He smirked, taking your hand in his before kissing the back.

You could feel your face flush from recognition and shyness within seconds, not even aware of the pair of cerulean eyes piercing where your hand connected with Shiu’s.

“My goodness, sir. I apologize for not recognizing you, I am a huge fan of your work.”

He dropped your hand and waved his, dismissing the notion away with a gentle smile. “No problem at all. A lady like you seems to have her hands busy, anyway,” he teased, tossing you a knowing look whilst wiggling his eyebrows, jutting a thumb towards Gojo.

Annoyance practically radiated off of Gojo in waves as he shoved his free hand in his pockets, prodding the inside of his cheek with his tongue before taking a calculated sip of his drink. “Well, it’s been nice catching up, Kong. But we’ve gotta-”

“Oh, that’s fine, but would you mind if I snagged your assistant for a moment? I think she’s got some real talent I’d like to scope out.”

“Talent?” You and Gojo questioned in unison.

Shiu nodded, taking a drag from his cigar and exhaling contently. “You’re a beautiful young lady. I’d like to see you on my runway.”

“Oh wow, uh, I’d love to-”

“She’s just fine.”

You tossed Gojo a glare, needing him to shut up as he was ruining your chances with his tantrum, before he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and dragged you away from the man all without saying goodbye. So much for the pleasantries you’ve been instilling in him.

He hurried his pace up the grand staircase, silently placing both of your drinks off to a waiter, not even caring that half the industry was giving the two of you odd stares before he pulled you into his bedroom and slammed the door shut. The music muffled to a quiet hum, and all you could hear was your racing heart and Gojo’s breathing.

You were the first to break the suffocating silence. “With all due respect—what the fuck, Gojo?”

He had his back turned towards you, shoulders tensed, and you couldn’t see the way his fists balled in the pockets of his slacks.

You gave him a moment to respond, feeling your skin simmering with something hot, before feeling your exasperation take over you. “You know what? Forget it. I’m gonna try and find Kong and pray to God that the offer still stands after whatever all of that was.”

Gojo turned around, and you could feel your entire body fall stock-still in that moment. His eyes swam with an unsettling and unfamiliar coldness that made your body stiff under his gaze before it turned into bitter mirth. “He’s not actually interested in making you his model, for your information,” he curtly stated.

Your mouth turned dry at his bluntness, opening it and trying to find the right words. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

He chuckled dryly, shrugging his shoulders so lazily that it looked like they carried a heavy weight. “It’s his schtick. He’s gonna take you back to his studio, have you try on a couple dresses, fuck you ‘till you can’t walk, then toss you a couple hundred bills.”

You narrowed your eyes, an incredulous laugh leaving your lips as you took a step forward. “So you’re saying there’s no universe in where a guy like that might actually be interested in me? In what I could offer?”

His eyebrows knitted, orbs scanning your offensive stance, miffed that you wouldn’t listen to his warnings and skepticism. “Oh c’mon, you know that's not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, Gojo?”

He only stared at you, displeased with your response instead of just listening to him before jumping to conclusions. 

But you had your answer.

“Real nice, Gojo,” you tersely remarked, turning around to grab the doorknob and make your way out of there. You weren’t going to take any more of his ridicule, you had your fill for the evening, before a hand on top of yours stopped you.

You could see his shadow loom over yours on the door, just like it had a few hours before, and just like it always had. You released a shaky breath as his fanned against the crown of your ear.

“Listen, baby,” he sighed, and you had to stifle a whimper from such an endearment he has yet to call you before. “I can’t lose you.”

“...Lose me?” You whispered, hating how small it came out. You weren’t sure if he meant lose you as the assistant he adored and needed every moment of every day, or losing his fuck buddy to someone else, his tone laced with a jealousy you couldn’t decipher.

“Mhm,” he groaned, and you could feel his bulge press up against your ass, leaving you to wonder how he’d gotten turned on from arguing so quickly. Yet, you’d be lying if you said your thighs weren’t rubbing against each other.

“You wouldn’t lose me,” you attempted to reassure him, feeling your resolve crumble, reaching a hand up past your shoulder to his milky tresses as he dipped his head to press tender kisses to your nape.

“Then prove it to me.”

Within moments, he had you on your knees, his cock down your throat and hands tangled in your hair, guiding you down his shaft. “Just like that, sweetie,” he drawled out with a moan, tossing his head back and discarding of his shades lazily.

Tears filled your waterline as you struggled to take him whole, pulling back and dragging your tongue down the veins you’d memorized long ago.

Gojo let out a groan as his fingernails raked your scalp for some semblance of sanity, his mind slurred in a lustful daze. “Fuck, you’re gonna drive me crazy,” he whined and you braced your fluttering stomach by placing your hands on his thighs, bobbing your head far down enough your nose nuzzled against his snowy drapes.

With the way he began chanting your name like you were some sort of salvation, you knew he was drawing closer to his climax. Pulling away, you flicked your tongue over the slit before he came with a loud moan. You opened your mouth, allowing him to come undone down your throat and drinking up every last drop he gave you.

You helped him ride out his orgasm, peppering soft kisses along the side of his member before watching his dick to hang limply in front of your face with minute twitches.

He pulled his briefs and slacks back up and over, zipping it and running a hand through his once gelled hair now disheveled, just like he had done a few hours ago.

You felt like you were stuck in a fucking time loop.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, feeling oddly full from the amount of cum he’d just made you guzzle down and stood up. His bed looked oddly comfortable right now. It wasn’t like he hadn’t taken you up here before and fucked you silly on his comforter, but he’d yet to do anything remotely nearing intimacy with you there, making your stomach churn with something as you recalled the previous argument.

“Should we head back?” He asked, eyeing you carefully as he tossed a blazer on.

“Am I just a casual fuck to you, Gojo?” You blurted out, forcing yourself to meet him in a heated glare.

Yet, it didn’t make him falter. It was as if he’d been waiting for this question, like it was something so meager and bothersome he’d wish to sweep it under the rug until the pile was too much of an obstacle. “You’re my assistant,” he cooly replied, as if that held all the uncontroversial answer you’d been looking for.

All thanks to his fucking media training.

“Exactly. I’m your assistant that you like to bend over at any chance. But it’s just that, isn’t it?”

He cocked his head, the fortitude of a man only allowing you to clarify without the grace of a response.

“You weren’t jealous of Shiu, were you?”

And that seemed to piss him off, his left eye subtly twitching as his molars grinded against each other. “The fuck would I be jealous of?” He defensively answered through clamped teeth.

“Jealous that another guy could get his hands on your prized goods,” you remarked, crossing your arms over your chest as your rage only seemed to inflate by the moment. Was his ego and pride too fucking huge to admit that maybe he selfishly wanted you to himself?

Or maybe Gojo was still the immature teenage boy who couldn’t untangle his disordered feelings.

“I’m not doing this right now,” he scoffed, making his way past you towards the celebration of his brand new movie which he hadn’t cared about before, but there was significantly less stifling tension downstairs than up here right now.

“Leave this room… and I’m done,” you stated flatly, keeping your eyes trained on the ground as his shoulder brushed against yours. You shut your lashes that threatened to spill the tears that were about to cascade down your cheeks.

Every part of you prayed that his hands would find them roaming your figure again like they never failed to, whispering apologies while he thrusted into you and begged to fix things.

But, his answer was imparted as you heard the doorknob twist, propping the door open and shutting it behind him.

You opened your eyes to his empty bedroom, feeling something heavy settle in your core as tears raced down your cheeks, unable to hide the hurt that immediately washed over you.

There wasn’t a place for you here anymore, he communicated that unambiguously.

Your body moved with a goal in mind, searching his drawers for a sheet of loose paper and a pen, scribbling your resignation letter for him to find with wet and blurry eyes before exiting the bedroom that once held a familiar comfort, only now ringing with the painful knowledge that you were simply expendable in his life. It wouldn’t be hard to slip out of his condo unnoticed and find an uber back to your apartment.

He’d find another assistant, he’d have no issue. Maybe they wouldn’t be as competent as you were right away, but they’d figure it out eventually.

Nevertheless, you hoped that your absence would ring a significant volume in his life as you promised yourself to never stand before him again, not unless you’d managed to move on from him and make a name for yourself that would be recognized from every corner of the globe.

[bistrocatxx]

hi baby!

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you’re given this award, you’re supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it’s sweet to know so. I think you’re beautiful inside and out, never forget to love yourself! ❤️

oh my heart can’t take this

hi sweets

[bistrocatxx]

HOW TO INTERACT WITH WRITERS AND ARTISTS: A GUIDE

Hello! We all know that there is a steady decline in interactions and reblogs in fandom and I think a lot of new readers are very nervous to interact with artists on here. So as a somewhat seasoned Tumblr user, I figured I’d make a little guide for those who might feel they need it. :D

Disclaimer: This is by no means a rulebook or a demand. I am not forcing you to do any of these things. This is simply meant to be helpful towards those who might be new to the app or are nervous about interacting with people. Also: Since I write fanfiction, most of these examples are gonna be rooted in fanfiction. However, this can be applied to any other form of art on here as well!

FIRST OF ALL:

Customize your blog. A lot of people think blank blogs are bots. It doesn’t have to be a big thing but go on Pinterest, and find a cute profile pic. Choose a cool colour. Give your blog some personality.

It is completely fine and normal to want to remain anonymous on here. If you want you can choose a cool pseudonym (Alba is not my real name and I know for a fact that most of my mutuals’ “names” are pseudonyms.) but your blog can also just remain nameless.

If you are going to interact with NSFW fics and art I highly recommend putting your age in your bio. A lot of NSFW artists are not comfortable interacting with minors and ageless blogs and will block you if you don’t have your age somewhere.

It’s important to remember that writers and artists love interactions! We are here because we love a certain media and want to talk about it.

Secondly, Tumblr is not Instagram or TikTok. There are no “tumblr influencers”. Most of us are just normal people who do this as a hobby.

While it’s completely okay and normal to look up to someone or admire someone’s work, try not to put people on pedestals.

Lastly, fan fiction and art do not have a time limit. It doesn’t matter if it was posted yesterday, a year ago or ten years ago. It cannot expire. The love you feel for it now is just as valid as the love someone felt for it ten years ago. So please do not hesitate to interact with art just because it was posted a while ago.

THE BIG NO-NO’S:

“Part two?” It’s fair that you’re excited about a fic and want to read more, but simply just asking for part two without saying anything else can make a writer feel bad. We are not robots or content machines.

“X is stupid” “Your characterization is bad” “X wouldn’t do this” It’s okay to not like someone’s fic or art but commenting that it is bad or that you don’t agree is not okay. If you don’t like a fic you click off. If you don’t like someone’s takes or posts, you block them. You are responsible for curating your own online experience. Block what annoys you and move on.

Hate anons. I feel like I shouldn’t have to say this, but people still do it so I’m gonna say it anyway. Don’t send hate anon to people’s inboxes.

Don’t demand things. “When is the next part coming out?” “You promised you’d post” etc. Life happens. Most of us have school or jobs or both.

Use Character AI, Chatbot, etc. Do not use AI. Do not put other people’s art into AI machines without their permission or knowledge. AI steals people’s writing and art. Do not use it to finish unfinished fics for you, do not use it to get a part two, do not use it.

Do not repost* art without permission. Do not repost art on other platforms. Do not post people’s fics on Wattpad or other platforms without permission. Do not post artists’ art on Pinterest or TikTok without permission. Do not translate writers’ fics without permission.

*Note: reposts and reblogs are not the same. A reblog is when you press the 🔁 button at the bottom of a post. This is encouraged. Reposts are when you make your own post with the stolen art.

SO WHAT CAN YOU DO?

Reblogs. Reblogs, reblogs, reblogs. Reblogs. I cannot stress this enough. Tumblr’ algorithm sucks and sometimes posts don’t show up in tags. When you reblog someone's art you help more people see it!

Also, reblogs do not only help the artist but it also helps you! You can create a tag system on your account so you easily can find works you liked again. It’s much easier to find reblogged works than it is to go through your 300 liked posts. (Also if an artist deactivates you will still have the post instead of it disappearing.)

Comment on people’s art! Tell them what you liked! I promise you it will make their day!

Ask questions! Did you notice a specific choice the artist made that you found interesting? Is there something that intrigued you or you want to know more about?

BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY?

It’s important to remember that your support does not have to be some profound intellectual conversation. This is Tumblr, we’re all just having fun.

“I loved this!” “Your writing is amazing!” “This art is so pretty!” “The way you draw/characterize X character is cool!”

What did the art make you feel? “This made me happy” “This made me sad” Your emotions about the piece do not have to be positive. If someone wrote a 6k fic about the SatoSugu breakup then their goal probably wasn’t to make you feel joyous. Tell them how you feel! It will make them happy to know that their art evoked emotions in you.

Predictions! Did you catch some foreshadowing? What do you think happens in the next chapter? It's super fun as a writer to read what people think is going to happen!

Okay, folks. I think that’s all I have for you. Remember that we’re all just here to have fun. We want to interact with you. Reblog and comment on the fics you like! Send your thoughts to people’s inboxes! Once you get over that initial fear, I promise you, it becomes so much more fun. Fandom is supposed to be fun.

[bistrocatxx]

mirror sex with husband!nanami on your honeymoon

mirror sex, praise kink, riding him, pet names, fluff, 18+, wc: 1k

The hotel suite is hushed, wrapped in the soft stillness of midnight when you step finally inside. Below, the sound of the city is muffled by floor to ceiling windows and thick velvet curtains. It’s warm, intimate – a night for just the two of you to share. That, and a lifetime ahead.

You’re still glowing – from champagne, from dancing, from the thrill of being his. Of finally calling Nanami your husband. You’ve loved each other for years now, but tonight it feels like you’re falling in love with him all over again. When you’re with him, it seems like love does more than just endure; it deepens, softens, blooms anew, like your heart keeps finding new ways to hold him.

The night went perfectly, a romantic candlelit dinner on the rooftop terrace, the city lights flickering below like stars just for the both of you, his hand warm over yours the whole time. Nanami had barely taken his eyes off you the whole night; not since the moment you stepped out in that silk dress, wearing the same perfume you used to put on when you had first started dating.

The moment the door clicks shut, he’s already slowly backing you against the wall, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You gasp softly as his hands find your waist, sliding down the soft curve of your hips. It’s slow and deliberate, like he’s professing his love to you with every touch, every breath, even though he already knows your body like the back of his hand.

“My pretty wife,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your neck. “My gorgeous girl. Did you have fun tonight?”

“I did,” you whisper back, turning your head just enough to catch his mouth in a kiss. And then a tad wistfully, you add, “I don’t want tonight to end.”

“We have our whole lives together,” Nanami promises. “And besides, the night isn’t over...” His hands are already trailing up to find the zipper of your dress. He leans closer now, breath hot against your jaw. “Can I take this off you?”

You nod, breath stuttering. In all the excitement of tonight, you’d almost forgotten what you were wearing underneath – a delicate lace set picked out just for him. Soft ivory, trimmed with satin and bows, lies sheer against your skin.

The zipper comes down in one smooth motion, dress slipping down your body with a whisper of silk. Nanami sucks in a breath when he sees what you’re wearing, eyes widening as he steps back to take you in.

“I see,” he says quietly, voice thick as his eyes run hungrily over your body. “You planned to kill me tonight.”

You laugh, warm and flushed. “Only a little.” 

Beyond the lust, you recognise something more tender – the soft, aching adoration that pools in his eyes as he kisses you again. He looks at you like you’re something precious, holds you like you’re delicate, and kisses you like he’s still in awe that you’re his. Then, he takes you by the hand, pressing another kiss to your knuckles as he gently guides you towards the full-length mirror across the room.

“Turn around,” he murmurs, hands moving to hold your waist. “Want you to see how pretty you look when you ride me, sweetheart.”

Swallowing, you do as you’re told, pressing your back against his chest as you slowly turn to face your reflection in the mirror. Nanami lifts you easily, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you down into his lap. He’s panting slightly as he pulls your panties aside to rub the head of his cock against your slick entrance. 

Then, slowly, achingly, you sink down on him, inch by inch, until you’re stretched, throbbing, and entirely full of him. The reflection in the mirror hides nothing: your lashes fluttering, the way your mouth parts in a shaky gasp, the way his grip tightens on your hips as your walls clench around him.

“K-kento–,” you stutter, eyes squeezing shut. It’s a lot. 

“Just like that, baby,” Nanami rasps, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “My pretty wife, you’re taking me so well.” 

You’re trying to start a rhythm, but your legs are already trembling from how deep he is. He’s so big, and the way he’s pressing against your sensitive spots makes your head fuzzy and your thoughts escape you.

“Too much?” he asks, a hand reaching out to pull down the cups of your bra so your breasts spill out. “Want me to help?” You nod, and a hand slides up your back, steadying you as his hips roll up to meet yours. Whimpering helplessly, you tighten your arms around him as he thrusts up inside you.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Nanami soothes. “Look how good you’re doing, fuck—” Both of you are fixated on the reflection in the mirror, at the way you’re panting and unravelling in his lap as the thick head of his cock slides in and out of you. He whispers endless praises in your ear even as his hips keep rolling up, dragging against your walls and making you lose yourself in pleasure. 

“Iloveyou–,” he groans against your neck. “Fuck, I love you. Look at you, riding me like you were made for it–”

“Love y-you too, Kento,” you whimper, your voice catching on a moan as he thrusts up deeper inside of you. His hands roam your body, sliding up your back, splaying across your hips as he guides your body with a steady, possessive rhythm.

"Close, baby?" he rasps, lips brushing against your cheek as he feels your walls flutter around him.

You nod shakily, movements growing desperate, almost frantic with every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. Your fingers tangle in his hair and your eyes flutter shut as your release overtakes you, leaving you trembling in his arms. It unravels slowly, deep, full-bodied, as pleasure washes over you in waves.

He follows soon after with a low, desperate groan of your name, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his arms tightening around you. His hips stutter as he spills inside, breath ragged.

“Can’t believe you’re mine now,” he breathes against your skin, chest heaving, voice rough.

“I’ve always been yours,” you say softly, pulling back just enough to see him.

He’s already looking at you with that gentle expression – eyes warm and honeyed, brimming with tenderness, crinkling at the corners with fondness for you. 

It’s the kind of look that whispers thank you for loving me. Thank you for finding your way back to me. Thank you for staying. And you whisper it right back, slow and reverent as you kiss him – a promise sealed with your lips:

Always.

a/n: hehe. they're so cute. if you've read my ex-boyfriend!nanami one shot, you can consider this to be an epilogue of sorts, or an extension of that fic :) in my head, this happens in the same universe, and i wanted to give them the happy ending they deserve ~ ^_^

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GET CLIPPED JUJUSTU KAISEN [DRUNK TEXTS.]

sypnosis: You receive drunk texts from the jjk boys while they’re at the after party bc they hit 1 mill streams. (contains gojo - geto - sukuna - nanami - choso - toji.) FLUFF - CRACK - CRUDE HUMOR - SUGGESTIVE - ANGST.

𖡎 This is apart of my get clipped universe! here other the other drunk texts : HQ - BLLK - MHA

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he’s already a mess before you even touch his cock.

long legs spread wide on the bed, chest flushed and rising in quick, uneven breaths, his silver hair is tousled into a halo against the pillows, sticking slightly to his damp temples.

he looks utterly undone - and the only thing you’ve done is kneel between his thighs and watch him.

"you're so mean baby," he breathes, voice barely more than a tremble, as if pouting any harder would get your mouth where he wants it. "don't tease me like this, please - i can’t take it."

but of course, you don’t give in, not yet it was only the beginning after all.

"you’ve been rutting against my thigh for the last ten minutes like a desperate mutt,” you murmur, kissing the inside of his thigh, slow and wet, lips dragging along the sensitive skin until he shivers. "you’re already leaking. what would you even do if i sucked you off?"

he chokes out a noise - halfway between a moan and a sob - as you lick higher, leaving a warm trail with your tongue but deliberately avoiding the one place he needs you most. his cock twitches helplessly, flushed dark pink and leaking from the tip, leaving glossy streaks across his lower stomach.

"i’d cum," he admits, voice cracking, so wrecked already. “fuck - i’d cum so fast, baby, i swear i’m so close, i’ve been hard since you looked at me like that - please, just your mouth, a little, just for a second -”

you let your fingers trail up the underside of his shaft, feather light touches, teasing that prominent vein with the back of your nails. he shudders violently, biting down on his bottom lip to stop himself from thrusting up into your hand so quickly.

"you’re shaking," you murmur with mock sympathy, curling your hand just around the base - loose, but definitely not enough for hum. his hips twitch anyway. "aww, are you gonna cry, toru?"

“i - fuck - i might,” he whines, breath catching when your thumb brushes across the head. his pre-cum is so thick and sticky it strings between your touch and his flushed tip. “please - please, i’ll do anything, just don’t leave me like this-”

he sounds so pathetic yet so pretty. beautiful.

you finally lean forward, letting your tongue flatten against the underside of his cock, and you drag it up, slow, until you’re tasting the mess he’s been leaking onto himself.

satoru howls.

his head falls back, thighs tense on either side of your shoulders, and he makes the most broken, beautiful sound - high, ragged and absolutely wrecked. his cock jumps in your hand, throbbing like it might explode from just one more touch.

“fuck, baby - oh my god, please -” he gasps, both hands clutching the sheets above his head as if he’s praying. “don’t stop, don’t stop - more, more, please, please, i’ll be good, so good -”

you suck the head into your mouth with obscene slowness for more effect, swirling your tongue over the slit. the taste of him is already thick and heavy on your tongue - salty and hot, leaking more with every suck. his whole body twitches like he’s going to fall apart just from that.

you pull off with a wet pop and smile.

he sobs, actually sobs.

“no - no, why’d you stop - fuck, baby, please -” his eyes are glassy, his cock twitching furiously in the air, his whole abdomen is taut, flexing with every ruined breath. "i need to be inside you - i need it - just the tip, i swear, please, i won’t move, just let me feel you -"

you don’t speak. you just climb into his lap, straddle his waist, and let your soaked pussy drag up the length of his shaft.

he whimpers.

you're dripping on him. your slick clings to his cock, smearing over his skin in glossy wet streaks as you grind down - your folds swallowing the thick head, sliding him through your heat without letting him in.

he grabs your hips as if he’s begging for life. “you’re so wet - oh god, you’re soaking me - please, baby, just the tip, i’m losing my goddamn mind-”

you raise your hips just enough to line him up.

"only the tip, don't be greedy." you say sweetly.

"i’ll take it - i’ll be good - i’ll be so fucking good for you, please -"

and when you finally sink down, just an inch, just that swollen tip pressing into your soaked heat - the way he moans is filthy.

a full body tremor shakes him, his hands gripping your thighs like he might float away if he doesn’t hold on.

“fuuuck,” he groans, hips twitching under you, cock throbbing inside. “you feel - baby, you feel so good - i can’t - please let me in, more, just a little more - don’t stop now, i need it, i’ll lose it, i swear -”

you clench around him and watch him suffer: watched his eyes roll back, watched his mouth fall open with drool spilling out as he falls apart under you, so wrecked from just the tip.

div cafekitsune, art by sakimichanmale on twt , not proofread

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AT THE SAME DAMN TIME.ᐟ.ᐟ— featuring GOJO, SATORU and GETO, SUGURU

CONTAINS: 18+ content, MDNI. threesome, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), consensual recording, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, etc.)

the first thing that they did when they heard about your breakup was laugh. not at you, of course, but rather at the situation. laugh at the tears you'd shed over a man they didn't even deem worthy enough to look at you.

over the man who'd tried to buy you a soda from the dollar value menu when it was a thing, only for his card to end up declining.

and the second thing that they did was take you out to the mall-buying you an expensive gucci necklace in the process.

not because of the brand itself, no, but rather the emblem on the necklace—the two intertwined g's coated in swarovski crystals. crystals that glistened with even just the slightest sliver of light.

and now crystals that were glistening underneath your phone's flash. the very same two g's bounced off your chest with every thrust of satoru's hips against your own, pushing your mouth even deeper down suguru's cock-serving as a reminder of who exactly was making you cum now.

but it wasn't enough for the two of them that there was a slight possibility your ex would see you with the necklace, they had to show him just exactly what he was missing out on.

"come on baby, look up at the camera f'me. tell your ex how it feels," suguru cooed, using his thumb to wipe off some of the drool leaking down your parted lips. you moaned against his cock, looking up at the camera with tear streaked eyes. "so good, sug-fuck!" your words came out muffled, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

"yeah?" satoru didn't miss the opportunity to goad him on, one of his hands gripping your hip. the other moved to the small of your back, making you arch even further. "feels soo much better, huh? poor pussy's been neglected?"

you simply nodded, digging your nails into suguru's thighs. even though you hadn't responded, your cunt was more than happy to. loud squelches echoed throughout the room with every rhythmic plap! plap! of satoru's thrusts, pussy dripping over his cock like a running faucet.

satoru took the phone from suguru, focusing the lens on where your greedy cunt was practically swallowing his cock inch by inch. "did he even make you cum, sweetheart? or did he just make you cry?" he taunted even further, rubbing small circles onto your hip with his thumb.

"n-no," you turned your head back to look over at satoru, "said something was wrong with me." suguru clicked his tongue, taking your chin and bending down to your level. "nothin' wrong with you, angel. just everything wrong with your taste," his hair tickled the sides of your face as he leaned in, pressing his lips against your own.

you went back to slobbering over suguru's cock, hollowing your cheeks out in an attempt to take him further with each time sator fucked you into it. satoru took the hand on your back, rubbing at your engorged clit with two fingers. "come for me, we got you. gonna take care of you, yeah?"

your legs shook with your impending orgasm, your nails practically digging into suguru's thighs. “toru, fuck fuck, gonna cum, make me cum, please, plea-" incoherent babbles left your mouth before your orgasm washed over you like awave. the release had your toes curl and your tongue loll out from the corner of your mouth, cunt dripping over satoru's bedsheets.

"look at how pretty she looks when she cums," satoru clicked his tongue, scooping up your essence with his finger before sticking it in his mouth, "tastes so sweet, so good. and your shitty ex didn't wanna put in the effort."

"not like he'll ever see her like this again," suguru retorted, taking the phone to capture your fucked out expression, "you think she's gonna be satisfied after she had us?" he tossed the phone to the side, sliding his cock out of your mouth.

you weren't sure why you'd thought they'd be like your ex, when they'd proven to be nothing like him, but you still found yourself surprised to see that they were up for another round. nothing like the five minute quick and done that you'd grown.. regrettably accustomed to.

"come on, we got a year of orgasms to make up to you, pretty girl," suguru eased you onto your back, the two of them kneeling in between your legs. he dipped his tongue into your hole, lapping up the mixture of sator's cum and your own.

"lemme get a taste," satoru took suguru's chin, facing him before their lips crashed together into a sloppy kiss. the exchange between the two was more spit and tongue rather than passion, pure desperation and lust filling them. droplets of spit (who's? you weren't completely sure) landed against your skin, the scene in front of you enough to have you pressing your legs together.

satoru licked his lips when he pulled away, glancing back over at you with a cocky smile on his face, "keep 'em open, sweets. we didn't forget about you."

you didn't even remember why you'd cried so hard over your ex by the time the night was over.

A/N: thot i ate so hard w the gucci necklace LOLOLOL but here’s another repost

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﹙ ᰔ ﹚. . nerd gojo in his glasses ❤︎ !

18+. fem!reader. cunnilingus.

satoru is the hottest, most sexiest nerd you've ever seen. despite his quirky attitude and an annoying amount of knowledge on digimon — whatever that is — he's an actual sweetheart. sure, he can be quite cocky when it comes to physics or about anime, constantly showing off how much he knows about everything to do with those matters and how nobody else holds a candle to him.

and yet, he's the sweetest man you've ever dated, making you feel like the most special woman alive and spoiling you with whatever you ask for. and underneath those baggy pants and hoodies, he's got washboard abs and muscles that ripple so sexily every time he moves.

god, your panties soak at the thought.

what gets your panties even wetter is when you see him in those glasses of his — which is pretty much all the time. the way he pushes them up while he concentrates on his work; the way they slide down the bridge of his nose; the way they sit so prettily on his face — it always takes you great restraint to hold yourself from just pushing him down on the bed and riding his sexy face.

unfortunately, satoru has always felt insecure about his glasses. he has shared with you that when he was younger, boys in his class had fun of him for it so you do understand why he feels that way. but god, you wish he could see just how delectable he looks when wearing them on and how much it turns you on.

and that's exactly what you decide to do today.

satoru is trailing a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses from your lips down your chest until he reaches your already soaked core. there's a tiny stain on your panties which he gently traces with his finger as he pushes them to the side. for a few seconds, he merely just stares at your slick folds, pupils dilated and cock throbbing inside his boxers.

"so pretty," he murmurs, mostly to himself as he hooks his fingers on the waistband of your panties and slides them off you before flinging it across the room. he's just about to take off his glasses as he always does when you grab his wrist and gingerly shake your head.

"keep 'em on," you say, pushing them back on to the bridge of his nose. "please." and when you say it so sweetly like that, who is he to deny you?

you can see his hesitancy — that flicker of uncertainty in his eyes and the way his cheeks twinge a soft pink hue. you smile at him reassuringly, wriggling your body closer towards him and placing your legs over his shoulders. he's trapped in between your legs, large hands squeezing the supple skin. he takes in a deep breath before diving in to ravage on your puffy, sweet folds.

it's almost pathetic how close you are already.

he's sopping and slurping on your candied slick like he's been starved for days, prodding his tongue in to get an ever better taste. he kisses and sucks on your clit just the way you like it, flicking it over every now and then which has you arching your back off the bed.

but what's getting you most is how hot he looks with those glasses as he eats you out. they're perched right on his nose, sometimes sliding down yet his pace never falters. he simply pushes his face further into your syrupy cunt to push them back up, making them even foggier than before yet he hardly cares.

"so sweet," he grumbles, suckling on your slick folds, hands bruising the sides of your thighs. all you can do is whimper out his name, wanton moans and cries following after. you can feel him moan into your cunt, the vibrations making you squirm beneath him.

what tips you over the edge is when you open your eyes to look down at him, where you notice that his glasses have slid down once more and you see his puppy-like eyes peering up at you. needy and desperate. the sight makes that coil in your tummy get tighter and tighter until it's just begging to be snapped — "'m cumming, 'm cumming, 'm cumming toru!," you whine, rolling your hips against his tongue to reach your high.

finally that coil snaps! and your entire body trembles as your orgasm washes over you, satoru continuing to lap at your sweet, sweet cunt to get every last bit of you. he then pops his mouth off of you and you can see the remnants of yourself coating his pretty pink lips.

he brings himself up, taking off his glasses to wipe them on the fabric of his tee before wearing them. his eyes wander over your body — adorably writhing before him, his painfully hard cock straining against his boxers. "shit," he chuckles softly, fingers delicately tracing your outer thighs. "maybe... i should wear my glasses more often hm?"

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18+ mdni

wrote this in 30 minutes because i woke up thinking about older roommate!toji, who you found through a sketchy looking craigslist ad that made you suspicious, but not enough to live somewhere else once you actually saw him. who swung open the front door to reveal he already had another roommate, one who was covered in tattoos and had dark red eyes.

older roommate!toji who got frustrated when he had to mediate your stupid arguments with roommate!sukuna, but still stepped in every time, making sure things didn't get taken too far.

older roommate!toji who was always dressed in baggy sweatpants or tight gym shorts, but no shirt. never a shirt. whose body looked ridiculously good, and whose face bore a smirk, coy and knowing, each time he caught you staring.

older roommate!toji who always sat too close to you on the couch, thighs touching yours, arm strewn around the back behind your head. who shot roommate!sukuna a shit eating grin each time you subconsciously leaned in towards toji instead of him, who'd be sat on the other side of you. they both knew the other was interested in you, and they both knew it was definitely not a good idea to pursue you, and they both knew they definitely didn't care. especially not when you started wearing shorter shorts around the house, made from soft fabric, the kind that would ride up when you walked and showed the outline of your ass a bit too well. and when you started wearing lower cut tops, no bra, cleavage on full display, he wondered if you knew what you were doing. if you were desperate for his attention, or worse, for sukuna's attention, or if you were really just that oblivious.

older roommate!toji who shared a glance with roommate!sukuna when you opened the fridge to grab beers for them, back arching in a particularly deep bend, the kind that made them both think about what it'd be like to have you in their beds, face buried in the pillows, crying out their names while they fucked you from behind. and toji didn't let go of that image of you. it replayed in his mind over and over, while you curled up next to them on the couch, while you retreated to your room, while sukuna retreated to his room. and he kept thinking about it, as he sat there on the couch, sweatpants half-way down his thighs stroking his cock, the side of his body buzzing where you were pressed up against him, the smell of your perfume still lingering.

older roommate!toji who didn't feel bad about touching himself to the thought of his younger roommate, especially not when he walked by your room and he heard you. soft gasps and muffled moans that were just not quiet enough because he could still hear you whimpering out his name.

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a/n: im definitely flushing this idea out into a longer oneshot/mini-series, i need him (them) so bad

tags: @j3llyc4kes, @lisafrankgojo, @satorupi, @ha1lstorm

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the night buzzes with that thick, dumb summer heat—the kind that clings to skin and makes every touch feel a little more illicit. the arcade lights fade behind you as you leave, satoru’s hand tangled with yours, swinging between you like you’re two teenagers in love. he’s still glowing from beating you at air hockey—barely, and only because he cheated with his stupid sexy face and his stupid technique.

“don’t pout,” he teases, bumping his hip into yours. “i’ll let you win next time if you kiss me right now.”

you roll your eyes but rise to tiptoe anyway, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

he grins, smug. “mmm, not the kind of kiss i meant, but i’ll allow it.”

in your free hand is the stupid prize he insisted on winning for you—an adorable cinnamoroll plushie with floppy ears, white hair, bright blue eyes. basically him, but sanrio.

“it’s literally me,” he’d said, arm slung around your shoulders, tugging you along to the next game like he hadn’t just blown twenty bucks on rigged machines.

now you’re standing in the cold fluorescent glow of a 7-eleven, the air conditioning blasting down your shirt as you wander through the snack aisle.

“slushies,” you declare, tugging him by the wrist. he follows like a loyal dog—tall, smug and entirely too pleased with himself.

you grab two cups and gesture like you’re making a toast. your shoes squeak faintly as you lean toward the machine, red syrup swirling like blood into your cup. predictably, satoru goes for the blue raspberry.

he’s obsessed with blue things. it’s his thing. blue eyes, blue technique, blue balls when you edge him just a little too long, but deep down he loves it.

you watch him suck on the end of the straw with that lazy, open-mouthed pleasure he reserves for snacks and for you, and without thinking, you say—

“since you got blue and i got red, we should kiss so our tongues turn purple. like your hollow purple or whatever.”

there’s a beat. he stares at you. then he loses it, loud and obnoxious and shaking with laughter like you just invented comedy.

“you’re such a freak,” he says between wheezes, “but like, a hot one. sure, princess. that’s my new technique. tongue-mixing. domain expansion: sloppy makeouts.”

you nearly choke on your drink. “don’t name it that.”

he winks. “too late. trademark pending.”

outside, you both lean against a vending machine, slurping quietly like you’re not about to desecrate the backseat of his car. the sugar hits your bloodstream, syrup staining your lips, and when your eyes lock—his lips wrapped around his straw, his gaze already sliding lower—you know exactly where this is going.

you lean in and kiss him, cold and sticky, mouths open and messy. he groans into it, one hand flying to your waist like he can’t stand not touching you. his tongue slides against yours, deep and unhurried, tasting like blue raspberry and something else—something distinctly, maddeningly him.

you hum into it.

“think they’re purple yet?” you whisper, tugging at his bottom lip with your teeth.

his voice drops, hot against your mouth. “let me check again. for accuracy.”

he kisses you again but it’s deeper, filthier. swapping spit, tongues shoved in each other’s mouths like it’s a competition. it’s obscene. it’s perfect.

you barely make it to the car before he’s dragging you into the backseat, muttering against your neck about how this is your fault. that your mouth got all filthy and now his dick’s doing the thinking.

the slushies are forgotten on the hood of the car, condensation dripping down the sides. your thighs are spread, panties shoved aside, and his fingers are fucking into your soaked cunt so perfectly like he’s trying to pull the flavor out of you.

“think if i lick her enough, this pretty pussy’ll turn blue too?”

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toji loves making his girl cry ✮⋆˙ 18+ mdni

you're not sure how you got here. fingernails digging into the counter top, holding on like your life depends on it, because truly, you think it might. toji has a hand wrapped snug around your throat, pulling back, forcing you into an almost painful arch as he pounds into your poor pussy from behind. his other hand has a bruising grip on your waist and each snap of his hips is fucking brutal, like he's trying to permanently mold the shape of himself into your walls so he can ruin you for anyone else. they'd never be able to fill the space left behind if he did.

stars cloud your vision and you're sputtering pathetically when he tightens the grip on your neck. a strangled cry escapes you, something between a broken sob and the first half of his name.

"what's that?" he mocks, flexing his fingers against you, forcing another gag, another haggard gasp for air as saliva begins to pool in your mouth before trickling out the sides.

the sounds that fill the kitchen and echo off the tiles are completely and utterly obscene. you're sloshing around toji's cock as he splits you open, your arousal coating the insides of your thighs, and more slick just gets pushed out of you each time he shoves his length back into your tight cunt. the way you squeeze him, god, it’s addictive. it always feels like your walls are practically strangling him, unable to let go, and it never matters how much he preps you. your broken moans and his rugged grunts blend together, but above all, there's the lewd sound of skin on skin. each time his hips slam back into you it makes the fat of your ass jiggle, your skin rippling in the way that drives him absolutely insane. fucking you from behind has always been his favorite.

you try and fail again to get a word out, his hold on you unrelenting like his thrusts. you don't even know what you're trying to say — if you're trying to beg him to slow down, beg for more, beg to cum.

"speak up, doll, can’t hear ya."

you're going to kill him, is what you would have thought if you could form a coherent one. instead, your mind is a jumbled mess, an inward reflection of the fucking state you're in. shorts around your ankles, shirt pulled up just enough for your breasts to spill out, making them bounce whenever toji sheathes himself inside you. the tears that were sitting pretty in your waterline start to fall, forming delicate rivers along your cheeks. everything was just so wet. your sweat-slicked skin, your drooling mouth, your crying eyes, your crying cunt.

and when black begins to creep into your periphery, he loosens his grip, finally allowing a sweet, sweet, rush of air to flood your lungs, bringing a wave of ecstasy with it that's unlike anything else. it makes your legs shake, a pornographic moan ripped from your now open throat. toji knows your body, your limits, better than you do at this point, and it’s almost unfair.

"a-ah, toji! p-please, more— i can't-hah-" the words that tumble from your lips are strung together haphazardly but you're too much of a mess to care or even notice.

"so pretty when you're dumb on my cock.” he’s leaning over you, chest pressed into your back, voice low and husky as he talks in your ear, “you gonna cum?"

toji gives your throat one last squeeze, cutting off the ‘yes’ you were rasping out. his hand moves to grip your jaw, forcing your head to the side so he can get a good look at you, and fuck, if he could get any harder… you look just pitiful. red rimmed eyes, mascara running as you sob out his name, over and over, because it's the only thing left that you know how to say as he keeps abusing your overstimulated cunt.

"fuuuck, love it when you cry f'me, baby doll.”

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a/n: stargirl interlude played while i wrote this ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ tags: @j3llyc4kes, @besidesjustmyamour, @satorupi, @ha1lstorm, @lisafrankgojo