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[sum-stuff13]

satoru is absolutely the type to get horny during aftercare.

like, violently.

and he knows how much he just wrecked you. how he folded you into the mattress like he owned it, like he had a point to prove and your body was the only canvas that mattered. the room still hums with heat, shadows curling along the soft sheen of sweat on your skin. your chest heaves as you try to remember how to breathe, legs limp and slightly parted, the plush of your lower lip caught between your teeth as your lashes flutter with exhaustion. your fingers twitch, still faintly curled into the sheets, and your skin is glowing—flushed and warm, painted in shades of him.

and satoru—your menace of a husband, long limbs sprawled like he belongs there, sprawled across your body—has the nerve to look sweet. his lashes fan out over flushed cheeks, the silver-white strands of his hair plastered messily to his temple, glinting faintly in the ambient lamplight. those eyes, sharp and crystal-cut, bright as glacier melt under sunlight, roam your body with open worship. he’s crouched between your thighs now, running a warm cloth over your skin in gentle, loving strokes, trailing kisses like apologies along the inside of your thigh, your hipbone, your knee.

“my pretty girl did so good,” he murmurs, voice thick with affection and that undercurrent of reverence that always makes your chest ache.

he hums while he works. fucking hums. like this isn’t the fifth time he’s split you open tonight.

his neck glistens with sweat, the slope of it flushed, veins subtly visible beneath the surface. the scent of his cologne—the one you picked, subtle and fresh with a little citrus and something smoky—still clings to him beneath the musk of skin and sex and something uniquely his. and that alone would be enough to leave you dizzy. but then—then—you feel it.

his cock, twitching against your thigh. heavy, hot, no longer just interested—eager. you don’t even need to look to know his brows are twitching in that self-satisfied way, that his mouth is curved up in a smile just shy of smug.

“…satoru.”

he blinks at you. innocent. as if he isn’t rock hard again less than ten minutes after he nearly made you sob. he presses a kiss just above your mound, lips dragging slowly.

“yeah?”

his hands are slow as they slide over your hips. one squeezes, grounding. the other strokes the soft inside of your thigh, thumbs sweeping in soothing circles that border on teasing. you see the way his eyes flick up—watching for every twitch in your face, every breath you forget to take, the way your jaw tenses then slackens when he brushes over a particularly sensitive spot.

“you feeling okay, sweetheart?” he asks, almost too gently.

you squint at him. that tone always spells trouble.

he tucks the sheets around you like he’s being helpful. like he’s not also letting his fingers slip under your waistband. “nothing else you need?”

your jaw drops slightly. then you squeak when his mouth descends to your breast, tongue dragging over your nipple with slow, devoted strokes, the kind that make your spine arch despite yourself, your hand flying up to thread through his messy hair.

“satoru,” you say, warning sharp—but shaky.

“‘m trying to behave,” he mumbles into your chest, clearly lying. his fingers dip lower, parting you with an ease born of how well he knows you. your hips jerk when his thumb finds your clit, lazy, slow circles that make your lashes flutter and your thighs twitch. “but baby, you’re just so soft. so warm. i need to be inside you again.”

he rolls his hips against your thigh and the weight of him—all of him—presses into you like a brand. he lifts his head to look at you, pouty and flushed and ridiculously pretty, his wild hair sticking out in tufts, strands fanned out across his forehead. “just a little? i’ll go slow.”

you try to glare. you really do. but your mouth betrays you with the tiniest whimper, your thighs parting without conscious thought.

his grin is instant. too bright. too boyish. he’s already shifting closer, one big hand hooking behind your knee to open you wider. his other hand cradles your face like you’re something holy, while he leans down to kiss your jaw, your temple, nose brushing against yours.

“you still smell like me,” he murmurs, voice cracking. “d’you have any idea what that does to me?”

and instead of pushing in, he teases—rubs the swollen tip of his cock along your folds, slow and languid. back and forth. not enough. never enough. his hand cups your breast again, thumb flicking your nipple in rhythm with his motions below, his mouth grazing the shell of your ear. you shiver, thighs instinctively twitching.

“look at you. god, i don’t even deserve you. but i’m gonna make you feel good again. promise.”

you turn your head away, whimper caught in your throat, and that’s when he shifts—pressing a kiss to your nape, brushing your hair aside like it’s a veil. he rests his forehead there, warm and damp and trembling, breath shuddering as his hand tilts your hips upward.

he doesn’t warn you. doesn’t count. he knows better. he waits until your breath catches—until your nails dig into his arm just slightly—and that’s when he presses in.

slow. stretching. the full length of him inching deeper and deeper until his pelvis meets yours.

he shudders, nose buried in your hair. kisses the nape of your neck once. twice.

then he starts to move.

not frantic. not harsh. worshipful. slow, grinding rolls of his hips that knock the air from your lungs. every thrust has intention, angled to press deep, to feel every inch of you squeezing around him again. your body trembles with overstimulation, jaw slack, breath catching every time he nudges against the spot that makes your toes curl.

he whispers your name like a hymn, his thumb slipping back between your legs to circle your clit again. slow. patient. like he’s building you up on purpose.

“can’t stop,” he breathes. “can’t help it. you’re perfect. mine.”

and every time you start to plead—every time your walls flutter around him like it’s the end—he whispers, “just one more.”

he lies. over and over again. but god, you let him.

because he doesn’t slow. doesn’t stop. not when your legs tremble. not when your fingers claw at the sheets. not when your voice is hoarse from moaning. he just keeps going. another round. and another. and another. until your body forgets what empty feels like.

until you’re soaked and aching and delirious, and he’s still above you, kissing your damp cheeks, murmuring against your skin.

“so good. you’re so good. just one more, baby.”

his thrusts stay slow, but there’s something ravenous behind them now. he’s desperate. trembling. voice cracking with every word he mutters into your neck. his hands are everywhere—your waist, your chest, your jaw. his mouth worships every inch of skin he can reach.

and when you break again, voice barely a whisper of his name, he spills with you—hips stuttering, arms locked around you, face buried in your neck as he breathes you in.

he doesn’t pull out. doesn’t move. he just stays there, pressed deep, body curved over yours like a shield.

“just one more,” he whispers again, breathless.

(you both know better.)

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bsf!gojo being insecure when he’s literally inside u

“you still like me, right?”

satoru’s voice carries a tinge of uncertainty, which is uncharacteristic for the man reputed as the strongest sorcerer alive. whose cock remains seated deep inside you, fully sheathed. heat gathers low in your abdomen, not from the intrusion—your body has long since acclimated to his size—but from the sheer gravity of the question.

brows pinched together, his face hovers over yours. sharp planes of his cheekbones flushed a raw, roseate pink. and those eyes… a fathomless blue, rimmed in feathery lashes pale as frost blink slowly down at you, shimmering like phosphorescent embers, galaxies held captive behind glass.

a raw sound claws its way up your throat but dissolves behind your lips. tears threaten, fury and heartbreak tangled, and a fierce urge to slap him for even daring to ask.

“you’re—” a broken gasp, then laughter fractures free, fraying on the edge of hysteria. “you’re literally inside me, toru.”

for a moment, his face falls, a shadow passing over his features that makes your heart seize. betrayingly, your cunt clenches around him, and though he does not thrust, his sculpted abdomen tightens against yours: a punishing kind of stillness. you know his body too well to believe it’s passive restraint.

“i know. but that’s not what i asked.”

your muscles contract in protest. satoru remains motionless, with bated breath. until you bite your lip and confess:

“dumbass. i never stopped liking you.”

his lips descend with ferocious tenderness—teeth clashing and tongue demanding. satoru fucks you deeper into the sheets, each thrust compounding the pressure building at your core. fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scoring flesh as your body shudders beneath him, spiraling toward release.

a cataclysm of sensation detonates, seismic in its intensity. your cunt pulses around him, milking his cock as he groans into your open mouth and spills inside. prolonging your unraveling, satoru grinds his come into the deepest part of you, until the residual spasms dissolve and your entire body’s limp. warm lips trail down your throat as he kisses each bruise he’s marked you with.

“mhm.. had to make sure.”

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ROCK YOUR BODY!

Synopsis. First time he learns about a matíng press = first time he loses his mind.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Ino x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!reader, matíng presses, PÚSSYDRÚNK men, manhandIing, stopping you from running, p talking, spítting, chokíng, new positions, true form Sukuna, DP, tummy buIges, making it fit, cervíx kíssing, they’re FÉRAL, marathons, ínappropriate use of jujutsu, GOJO’S POWERS, creampíes, cúmplay, mentions of kids, pet names, swéaring.

A/N. C’mon c’mon rock that body-

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - DlLF Tactics

“T-Toji—” 

You’re sobbing out brokenly- and what does your boyfriend do? He’s merely leaning his beefy body over to lick up the salty wetness of your tears, groaning. “I know.” Tone guttural. “I know, mama.” Gone.

You were no match for him - and he was no match for this damn new position Shiu had just-so-happened to mention today. He’d laughed at the man then, something about a mating…oh.

Toji wasn’t laughing now. 

One of his calloused hands claw down your front, “You’re-” And all it takes is one push for your poor core to pour out wads of his seed, gushing ivory syrup straight down to Toji’s hilt. “-reeeeeal full, aren’tcha, doll?” 

And your thighs stick uselessly to his shoulders, where he’d thrown them over hours ago and kept them there. Where you thought he’d get over this little obsession after one round. Maybe two. Maybe three- 

Toji grins, “But you’re gonna take it for me one more time, mhm?”

Before you can even think to shrill out an answer, Toji’s squeezing his thick, reddened tip allllll the way near the back of your slick-covered walls. Just so big that you can feel the globed end of his shaft probe into your cervix, “Fuh-fuck! Again, Toji?”

“Blame the- the…” He’s strangling out a dark chuckle, scarred lips curling. And oh- to have the Toji Fushiguro stuttering? 

You had him ruined. 

“The mating press?” You’re mewling in answer. 

Only to have his entire sculptured body wrack with a visceral shiver- Toji’s hunching his weight on top of yours until you’re being crushed, until your hamstrings scream, until he’s biting his canines down on the side of your neck just to stop himself from whimpering. “Fucking love it when you s-say that, mama.”

One of his roaming hands nestles on the top of your sweaty scalp, and he grumbles, “Yeah a mating press.” Caging you in. Making you feel every tense n’ twitch of his glissading abs. “A fucking mating press. It makes me wanna fill this hah- pretty pussy with my cum up just ooooonce more.” The other still glues to your tummy, feeling for the bumpy outline of his thrusting cock. “Makes me wanna make ‘er leak.”

“B-but I’m already so full.” You’re whining out through wobbly lips, and you swear that his bulbous mushroom tip only grows fatter at the state of your voice. 

“Mmm—” You knew that lil’ hint of greed in his tone didn’t bode well. You knew that it would have his right hand pushin’ down on your stomach until he’s making his knotted white cum leak out of your pussy like a fountain. Sheening the inner parts of your cute thighs and soaking his happy trail - you just feel so filthy. “H-heh, not anymore…”

“Ngh, oh- oh my god.”

And his strokes are vulgar, like he’s knocking that weepy orifice of his against every sweet spot of yours just to fill you back up again. You were so sensitive after all these hours that only a few whack-whack-whacks of Toji’s long, vein-covered cock makes you drool.

A slimy line of pre glues right near your g-spot and makes him giggle at the mess. “C’moooon, mama, stop makin’ such a oh- mess.” Ruthless, Toji’s thumb snakes down from your temple to push between your swollen lips. “M’just trying to make sure that this…mating press really works, heh.”

Just saying those words makes his ravenous cock throb even harder - what have you done to him?

“B-but I think it already works, Toji—” Case in point; each heavy, sensual pump of his inches only makes your walls splosh ‘round with both cum and slick. Utterly full. Utterly ruined. 

“That’s cute.” He simply states, hazy green eyes on the verge of rolling. Toji plants a ruthless smack on the side of your left thigh, “Now hold up those legs f’me, doll.”

As if you could be bent even further- but Toji Fushiguro finds a way. He always finds a way. Even if his rough, knobbly fingertips are trembling as he’s gripping each underside of your legs. 

Overstimulated, Toji’s veiny biceps flex once he’s folding you straight in half with the curves of your knees hitting your tits. Your face pushing into the crook of his neck, his cock stirrin’ up your insides.

Chanting out like mantra—“Up, up, up, aaaand up-”

Jostling you around like some glorified doll, you’re sure that the globes of your ass don’t even touch the bedsheets at this point. He’s just so big that you can barely even clench - the bubblegummy texture of your walls was damn near rubbed raw on each of his prominent veins. Drilling inside over and over and over-

“Cute—soooo fuckin’ cute how she talks back.” As if to prove his point even further, Toji thumbs down your slivery slit and lets off a noisy slurp. Huffing with primal desire, “Gonna be e-even cuter when I fuck her stupid, though. When I feel- my-” Punctuating each word with a bashing strike into your depths, the flared ridge of his cockhead kisses your g-spot and you bawl. “-doll’s cervix get hit alllll the way from the back.”

Your head throws back with a pitched trill, “T-Tooooji–! Don’t talk like that…”

“Why? Feeling shy, mama?” He’s snickering, “How can you even think of feeling- fuck! shy when I have you like this? In this…this…” 

Mating press…fuck, he couldn’t even say those two words anymore. Trailing off. Eyes glazed. 

He’s jackhammerin’ the prolonged inches of his girth into you like it was the only thing he knew how to do at this point, and Toji’s tough fingerpads wield down on your pussy with a solid spank. “D’you even know what you’re doing to me?” Then he’s spanking your treacly cunt three more repeated times like it’s her fault.

“I- ngh, oh-” All that you can babble by now, your pupils are swirling in comical circles inside the whites of your eyes. 

Each one follows the crazed patterns of his crashing cocktip, bashing in the sponged layer of your cervix. Toji’s deltoids bulge as he bullies your body down just a bit further, and lets his rovering cock smooch the door to your womb—thud!

Fuck. 

Instantly throwing his hazy head back, murmuring something intelligible underneath his breath-

“Wh-what was that–?” You’re panting, eyelids fluttering as you try to steady your vision. Toji was just so pussydrunk that he could barely string together his slurring syllables, he could barely even stop the sloppy slamming of his hips to speak-

“I-I said–” Toji drawls out, and he’s bent so low in this mating press - his all-knew favorite position - that he can kiss your forehead sweetly. Whispering in your ear, “-that Shiu’s gonna be the fucking godfather after this.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Shibuya “Incident”

“Legs here and…your pretty pussy- hah- here-” Rattling off, it was almost sexily methodical the way that he was moving your shaky limbs ‘round with no strain at all. “And I’m…”

A mating press.

Nanami Kento had you pressed into a mating press- and the only thing you can do is arch your back upwards into his dewy touch- he’s just so messy like this. Glasses crushed against your body, blond hair falling over his forehead. Your husband hunches his hulking body into you so that he could suckle on your tits like his favorite candy. “Wh-why the sudden mating- ngh, press, Ken?”

“Because, please-” He doesn’t even know what he’s begging into the skin of your chest, clammy mouth gluing to the nubs of your nipples. “Please- we hafta make sure, my love.”

You’re whimpering, “F-fuck! Make sure of what–?”

And his response is muffled, pearly whites snagged on your areolas, “Have to make sure it takes.”

“Oh.”

Truthfully, Nanami had been restless. Ever since he’d come back from Shibuya all bruised n’ battered, he’d simply bent you into your marital bed and folded your legs in half like he hadn’t even realized what he was doing just yet. 

Like he couldn’t think of anything to say but a low, growling—“C-can’t even control it, sweetheart.” His handsome cheekbones blush all crimson, “Somehow I just want to get you…” Hesitating. Rugged. “-pregnant.”

Oh, he’d been struck with some sort of babyfever.

Still in the half-opened uniform of his suit, he was taken over by some sort of madness that made you trill at the top of your lungs every single time Nanami’s rovering cockhead bludgeoned against the back of your pussy. He might have been gentle, but his aching, red length surely wasn’t.

“Oh- fuck-” You’re sobbing out, legs twitching on top of his shoulders with each passing second. “Th-that explains the hck! mating press-”

“Mating press, huh?” Long, golden lashes blink up blearily at you, he was still tuggin’ on your cute nipples until the skin of your chest was all sensitive. A slight brush of his textured taste buds make you buck- and he’s only pressing a forearm to your throat. “S-so that’s what s’called.”

Naturally, Nanami was leaning his entire carnal weight on top of you until you were manhandled like some lawnchair. 

Until your feet were dangling in the air and he was pushing you into a mating press so sloppy that you’re hearing your dripping cunt squelch from below. Slurp after slurp. The reddened, globular crown of his tip nudged against your cervix and made you sob. “Like this-” Extra tight, his vein-decorated hands lace on top of your scalp. “Like this like this. Fuck! A mating press…s’like this?”

“Y-yes, ngh- oh my god-” You didn’t have enough brain capacity right now to tell him that this was more than just your average mating press. 

This pliable position had his hips spanking down on yours until the skin of Nanami’s pelvis turned red. 

He’s snapping his head down with a slight gasp at the slamming impact, molten eyes widening and widening. “O-oh.” Hard, the lines of his v-line thrash down once more. Probin’ his sultry wet tip so deep between your pussylips that you swear you can feel him enter your very lungs. “Oh, m’in love with this position. In love with how deep it makes you take me- how f-fucking tight you squeeze each time.”

Then it’s like he was insatiable - getting such a gooood look at the way your puffy folds expanded with each inch you swallowed, the way your pussy glistened with each spurt of slick, the way you quivered like you wanted more, more, more-

“Y-you’re in so deep- hck!” You can’t help but wrap your fingers into the silken fabric of your husband’s tie and tug-

And that makes him gasp, it makes him pant. Nanami’s slimy tip wallops the roof of your cunt and twitches—“Yes—!” He keens, guttural and raw. “Like that- roughen me up like that, darlin’.”

You’re gaping- because you’ve never heard your beloved husband speak to you like this before. 

He was at the mercy of your pussy.

It’s as if this all-new, lecherous position had loosened his stern mouth, and now it was slick with slobber that gushed every single time your cervix was being bruised by his impressive circumference. A thin line slips from the side of his lips that he smears between the valley of your chest.

“S’gonna take-” He hiccups, pumping you oh-so-full that your ears pop. “Gonna take gonna take gonna take- fuck! Gonna be a-all round and glowing.” Blond brows furrowing, teeth grit. “And m’gonna take suuuuch good care of you, my love. Can be the hah- pretty lil’ mother of my kids, while I take care of eeeeverything for ya.”

His crowned shaft scrapes all the way near the entrance to your womb and you find yourself seeing stars. “Sh-shit, oh, Kento-” Clawing onto his tie, the attire tightens enough to squeeze his airway and make your husband gasp-

“Mmm, spit in my mouth.”

You gape, “Wh-what-”

Oh, you couldn’t hear him? No problem - because all those years of Nanami’s battle-training goes directly into reflexively bending down, down, down until your body n’ cunt scream at the stretch.

His perspired forehead rests on yours, tonality dripping with need. “Spit in my mouth.”

And how could you not?

Not when he was asking you like that. Not when his glassy peripherals were staring into your own like he could just eat you alive. 

Nanami’s parched throat hums at the splatter of your webbed wad of saliva, wetting his taste buds properly. And once you do as he says, his roaming cock twitches- “F-feels like m’gonna cum inside.” Immediately burrowing those cracked moans of his back into your tits.

You’re whimpering, mouth lolling at the feeling of his canines gnawing your nipples raw. “Mmm, oh my god- what’s gotten into you with that today, Ken?”

“Well…” He gruffly admits, the fringes of his teeth trapping your left nipple and tuggin’, “-m’practising for when these tits have actual milk soon, my love.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - FLEXXX

“You- bend- so- well-” Your fuzzy brain barely even has the time to register Geto’s words before he’s drilling each of them in with a rough thrust of his swollen, ruby-red cock. 

Just so fat n’ aching to claim every secret ridge inside of your pussy, he’s not sunken even halfway in before he’s rutting. Furiously. Like he didn’t even care for the way his girthy length was struggling against your tight ring of muscle, Geto pushes down on the undersides of your thighs further and makes you shrill.

He’s marvelling, amethyst eyes flickering at the way this mating press had your pussy all smeared open. All ready. It didn’t matter how much your body stretched and stretched, Geto was just so strong that he had you pliably thrown around like some ragdoll. “You bend so, so well.” 

“Fuck, ngh, Suguru-”

And it was your fault - yours. You were the one to challenge him into folding you into a mating press, and he was more than happy to deliver.

In fact, Geto’s just so impatient that he’s feeling your snug hole clench ‘round his shaft and bucks- knees anchoring down on the springy mattress to get his slick length tunneling deeper. “It’s like you’re- fuck- like-”

Gaze slightly glassy. Expression slightly crazed. 

Geto has to force himself to pull out his entire sloppy cock before he can even manage to speak.

Hot breath heating up your awed features- “S’like this pretty pussy’s been wantin’ to be folded into a mating press for aaaaages, gorgeous.”

And then he’s slamming his rugged, rock-hard girth until the patterns of his veins brand on your cervix. Letting it fill you up till he’s bottomed out, Geto’s dark happy trail rubs the poor folds of your cunt raw, dragging his vulgar strokes out until you’re keening—

“Oh- oh my god-” You’re babbling, tears crinkling from the edges of your eyelids. You’re scrambling to hold onto your trembling thighs, “This position makes me feel so- so…”

“S’okay- s’okay, your Suguru has you.” He snickers from above, the contents of his sentence were gentle but the way he was saying them was utterly mean. 

Just like the way Geto was stickin’ his bulbous tip into you, pouring out drops of pre into each crevice. The squirting sensation makes your poor cunt quiver, wads of syrup oozing out of your entrance and making your pussy weep. You don’t even think twice before roaming your unsteady dominant hand down to toy with your neglected clit-

SPANK!

Only to have it swatted rudely away by Geto’s own.

“S-Suguru- what are you-” Before you know it, one of his knees comes crashing down to pin your hand to the creaking mattress. 

Leaning his weight down even more into the mating press until all the blood in your lower half was rushing to your head, “What did I hngh- tell you, gorgeous?” He purrs, lips twitching into a grin. And every massed inch of his body was collapsing into you, to further bend you cutely. Twisting his thumb ‘round to graze your perked nub, “I said I’ve got you. Look at thaaaat—I can even toy with your p-pretty clit like this, gorgeous.” 

And fuck- did he like seeing that cockdrunk expression on your face.

Did he like having your mouth drop agape with each thump-thump-thump speared way into the back of your cunt. Geto was both long and girthy, and it was maddening to have his curvaceous length molding your walls to his exact measurements - especially in this mating press, that had him filling up nooks and crannies that you didn’t even know you had. 

Your gummy walls clench like you were trying to keep him there- “A-and you’ve got me too now, huh? Locked all in this…fucking mating press- fuck!” Crazed. 

Chuckling.

You’re trying hard to whimper out a response - botched and half-nonsense at this point - when it suddenly hits you that Geto wasn’t even talking to you. 

“That’s right-” He coos, leaning even closer to hear the soft wafting squelches let out from your dripping wet pussy. “That’s right that’s right, you’ve got me- and m’- haaah- sorry for not putting you into a cute lil’ mating press earlier like you deserve.”

And you’re almost shocked because Geto rarely apologizes even to you - rather, focusing on actions and comfort than words. But right now he was pleading to your smeared-open cunt like he’d no sooner be on his damn knees.

“Because you really, really like it- don’tcha?” The sleazy smile slashed across his lips was twitchy, “Like being fucked by me with your legs up? Ngh- this lil’ position to have this cute cunt bred?”

Thrust after thrust, he’s poking your dewy insides with the length of his cock. Letting the bloated ridge of his slit scrape against your g-spot, it makes the man titter to watch you gasp. It makes him groan. It makes his own husky voice crack- “Please- please, Suguru.”

“Don’t you worry now, pretty lady.” The fatness of his thumb bullies between your folds, and before long he’s pressin’ doooown on your clit like some pretty, wet button. The motion lets out such sappy background music- “It’s all that you deserve, isn’t it? All that you- you-”

Splat—! 

You’re looking up through the long, inky strands of Geto’s hair just to find that- oh, he was tearing up now. 

The cadence of his cock was burrowing between your folds at a blurring speed, and each slight thrust with you in this position ran him ragged. Harder. Sloppier. So far gone on your softened cunt, the eager embrace of your walls was enough to make him throw his head backwards and bite down on yet another sob. 

“I-I’m always gonna put you into a mating press from now on, gorgeous.” He fucks you into the exhausted bedsprings until one breaks. Meaning it. “Always.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Fever

“Woah…I can see her so clearly like this, baby.” Choso’s mere words make him blush, a lewd scorching rouge that accompanies each flick of his gaze up n’ down your cunt. “It makes me feel…shy.”

And you can barely even breathe around the fatness of his mushroomy tip, teasingly entered between your folds. Your boyfriend lets out a low, grumbling whine just as soon as he pulls back and looks at you in all your entirety - legs on his shoulders, knees hitting your tits, pussy stuffed. 

“Oh- oh!” Choso seems to snap out of his little reverie just as soon as your hips start squirming, and he’s using his superhuman strength to clasp onto your waist and draaaag you backwards into his body. “B-but don’t worry, that doesn’t mean m’gonna- hah- stop.” He looks almost sheepish as he admits, “In fact…I don’t think I even can ngh- stop.”

And he meant it.

“Fuck- fuck, baby—” Oh, you could feel it with each punishing strike of his rock-hard length. 

Choso wasn’t even bottomed out, but you could still feel the throbbing crown of his shaft swat your inner walls. Deeper. Harder. 

With you all laid out, he could see exactly what he was doing to you - and that pretty pussy of yours. With your puffy core stretched oh-so-widely ‘round his girth, “Shit—” Your entrance glistens each time his length was mazing between your clingy walls. “Sh-shiiit, I really don’t think I can ngh- stop, baby.”

Hit after hit, the globe of your ass cheeks now felt permanently plastered to Choso’s v-line. “H-hah, guess I should mention more ‘human sex things’ more- hngh- often, huh?”

He pleads, bottom lip jutting out adorably, “My baby, if you do that I might just die.”

And Choso’s cock was looong- a pretty pink, with a few curly veins down the sides that were burrowing into your gooey walls. The weepy divot of his orifice bludgeons your cervix like his very personal target, and it makes him tug your legs further ‘round his shoulders with a groan.

“Wait, ngh, oh my-” You’re gasping for air- and you swear his strawberry tip was tuggin’ down the sides of your channel. Was growing even bigger—“Cho…” You’re tasting the familiar metallic tang of cursed energy in the air, “-your hck! Powers–!”

“O-oh, sorry, baby–” He tries to reel his hips back, watching all the while. “Let me just-”

Only to rut all the way back in again.

It’s as if he couldn’t last a single nanosecond without your dewy cunt, steadily getting addicted to the glissading texture of your walls. Choso can feel his skin spark, he can feel the way his blood manipulation technique was going out of control to hone in on the blushin’ crown of his shaft and prolong his inches.

You’re shrilling, feeling his bloated cock swell up even further inside of you. Scouring your snug folds until you nearly couldn’t even take it any more- “It’s just- just this position.”

“The…mating press?”

“Fuck! D-don’t even say the words, please.”

Harder.

Bigger - his aching hot cock was probing your deepest innards like never before. Grunting, “I can s-see you and that preeeetty pussy and- and-” Mashing the thick crown of his cockhead, he can’t control his speed. His thoughts. Not even the way he’s speaking by now. “-and I think m’addicted to mating presses now.”

In the end, the only thing you can do is open your mouth to formulate a quiet coo at your pussydrunk boyfriend- only to have him slam one clammy, open palm down on your neck to stop you from talking.

Choking you. 

“S-sorry, baby, it’s just that your pretty hck! voice makes me…” He’s trailing off with an utterly gaped maw, saliva leaking in excess from one side of his mouth. And you can feel him throb ragingly near your cervix, “-get even harder.”

Somehow managing to wheeze out, “But- ngh- I like that, Cho.” Your hamstrings ache once your ankles pull him in by the back of his sweaty neck, crushing him to you. “Like that you’re inside so deeeep.”

“You…you like it?” Another whiff of jujutsu, another few thwacks of his ever-growing cock.

“Mhm—” You jerk your hips crazily, “More-”

The only response you’re getting for the moment is Choso’s lithe, toned body bending over until his forehead plasters against your own. Staring deeply into your dizzy peripherals when he mutters, “Then- then take it. Take it all.”

It’s an orgasm you didn’t even see coming - just one, two, three sloppy thwacks of his curved cockhead against your g-spot. Even harder.

And he can see the precise moment your high takes over; with your eyes rolling to the back of your head, toes curling, mouth agape. “Oh- oh my god, nghhh, m’cumming m’cumming—Cho-!”

Having you cream all ‘round his length with your quivering walls was simply heaven. 

Each peak n’ explosion of white-hot pleasure made Choso rover his lengthy shaft, dragging out your high until your throat was hoarse with moans. And just when you thought you couldn’t be even more cockdrunk- he’s bursting into his own high.

Hard. Fast.

Stark ivory bliss flashing behind his eyelids the very second that your treacly cunt’s being painted in the same color. And it was so hot, too, practically taking over your body from the inside out with his webbed wads gluing your walls together. “O-oh.” He crouches back just a bit - for just a second - before spitting straight down your soppy slit.

It adds onto the ropes upon ropes of scalding syrup spraying between your legs, trickling down onto the bedsheets in a puddle.

“Look at that-” Choso rasps out, still jackhammering away like he would die if he spent a second without pounding you through the mattress. 

Sensually, he sticks the pulsating, reddened crown of his cock way past the line of your womb. And you’re just starting to ponder that you should ask him to fold you into a mating press more often when his voice trembles - octaves higher, cracking at the back of his throat. “Do you think it took, baby? Or…do I need to try again?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Jet TWO!

“Heh…?” Sukuna had raised an impish pink brow when you’d started describing your ideal sex position. And the longer you’d gone on, the more parched his second mouth had gotten - flicking his monstrous tongue, salivating. “Humans and their filthy creations.”

Rolling both sets of his crimson eyes, he was then easily picking you up in his arms to sprawl you across the ancient bed. 

“Oh well.” He’s forced to hunch more so than he normally would with his hulking figure, and the King of Curses is just so big that your ankles can barely even lock ‘round the back of his neck.

Two arms keeping them spread, the other two bringing your treacly cunt down to kiss his weepy mushroom tips. He grins, “Guess you’re my filthy human.”

And fuck- Sukuna would never fucking admit it, but it just felt so right to have his thick, probing cocks enter you like this. To have you so whiny and helpless pinned underneath his body, he barely even has to try to slip in a few staggering inches that scrape your walls. 

Puffy pussylips spread allll wide open by his circumferences, there was more resistance than usual and that only made it sweeter. Usually having you ride him with his sheer size meant he didn’t get to see you all squirming and bucking out-of-control like this…

Fuck- just then, Sukuna gasps.

He falters. 

Feeling his throbbing lengths spurt out in thin ribbons of ivory sap, he had barely even put it in before cumming. “Goddammit-” Grumbling, “God-goddammit, s’all because of you- because of this damn position.”

“You’re blaming that?” You’re whining, almost smugly. It feels like a whirlwind to have his dewy webs of cum swirlin’ around your insides - you’d just made the big, bad Ryomen Sukuna cum early. Just from a mating press. 

And then he’s pumping a few of his clingy ounces past your walls with a swat of his girths. Flooding your inner thighs with glistening seed that sticks to your skin, “Oh, Kuna-”

Snickering, one of his cursed fingers flick right where your throbbing cunt was all presented for him like a gift. Your lower half was just so limp that it’s all he has to do to make you gush out in a waterfall of slick - loudly. “Kehhh, like this, huh? So this ‘mating press’ is about heh- mating, isn’t it, brat?” Another one of his four hands smush your cheeks together into such an embarrassing pout, “Then you better take it like a champ, ma.”

You’re all at Sukuna’s mercy, and he was rude about it.

Using the plump, pre-sheened crowns of his cocks like headlights- each mazing pump of his girths have your walls revealing hidden nooks n’ crannies you didn’t even know existed. To fill you up. “F-fuck–!” So sloppy that the wads of his cum mix with your slick to let off slurp-slurp-sluuuurps.

“Oh? So you agree?” For a split-second, you think he’s talking to you- 

And you’re blubbering out something that halfway resembled an answer- “I- it’s-”

“Not you. Her.”

Before the cavern of his second mouth licks its lips and snickers. Sukuna stares down at your wet cunt after a few more lecherous squelches, “See? She agrees?”

Clawing down his bulky deltoids, “Fuh-fuuuuck! Just like that- just like that, Kuna—”

“Hah! The entire castle’s gonna know that they’re getting a fuckin’ heir soon, mama.” Rolling his eyes, he’s gifting your humid pussy with a few more inches. “Well…not that I mind.”

With a few more jabs until the strawberry-shaded globes of his tips were burrowing deeply into the back of your cervix with a splat. It was a stretch so good that you find yourself sobbing, your thighs twitchin’ weakly over his shoulders. You couldn’t even escape if you wanted to- 

Your chin hits the front of your chest and you sniffle, being manhandled all out of shape by his arms meant that you could see your front clearly. Especially the large, thick bulge that was taking shape. “O-oh my god…”

“Huh?” He’s catching sight of it too - that cute lil’ tummy bulge his cocks were fucking into you. Each pap! of skin-on-skin leaving your stomach all bumpy with his sheer size, “Jeez…this- this fucking position. Hell, it’s driving me crazy.”

The slivery slit of your cunt weeps the very second that Sukuna’s cursed tongue slithers out n’ laps at your pussy. Just teasing your bloated folds with the rough texture of his taste buds.

Tittering, “S’drivin’ you crazy too, huh?” Nodding along as if he was just thoroughly in conversation with your pussy, the King swats his rugged fingertips back down on your clit and watches you weep. “Yeahhh—I can tell. So talkative, mama, always so chatty when I hah- fuck you.” From both sets of your pretty lips.

And then he’s turning to you - all wrecked n’ trembling. The lengthy muscle of Sukuna’s second tongue has the audacity to trek up your body and lick at the clogged mess of drool leaving your mouth.

Sensually, lazily, he’s stirrin’ around his pummeling cocks just so. Letting wisps of cum stick against the roof of your cunt, your cervix, every spot in-between. 

Sukuna’s leaning over in the mating press to juuust let his cum-glossed tips poke against your womb, letting out such a noisy squelch from below. “Mmm.” He hums, watching as you struggle to take it all. “Y’know why she’s so chatty right- hah- now, brat?”

“Wh-why?”

“Because she know m’just getting started.”

♡ INO TAKUMA - BIG BOYYY

SMACK–!

You’re unsure who’s whining more at the feeling of Ino’s reddened, scorching hot tip spanking down between your pussylips. 

Letting the treacly syrup of your slick coat his cock till it was all glistening, he’s measuring his fat girth out against your entrance just to make sure you’d be able to take him this way. Because he usually did have you ride, maybe even a sloppy doggy once-in-a-while - but now…

“The- the tiktok said it was like this, pretty. Open those legs up wide f’me.” Your boyfriend’s announcing, throwing your legs over his toned shoulders. 

And you gawk at the way that Ino’s biceps flex as he’s holding onto both your ankles behind his neck. “And then it was like this, and…” Truly, you couldn’t forget that he was so strong- and he barely even realized it. Easily bending you in half like a pretzel, Ino doesn’t even hesitate before making the curves of your knees strike your tits, the ridges of his abs blending against your core. “-I bend you like this. All good, sweetness?”

“Y-yes— fuck!” You don’t know how you’re managing to huff out an answer- but whatever’s left of it is being thrust out of your body the very next second. 

Because Ino can’t stand a single moment seeing you all spread n’ dripping wet for him like this - not a single moment. That is, if he isn’t spreading you with all of his aching hot cock.

And before you can even register it, the probin’ crown of his length finds its way stuffed between your pussylips. Ruby-red tip disappearing past your slick hole, he’s pushing and pushing inside with a strained groan. “F-fuck. I’m not fine- oh, m’not fine, pretty- think m’losing my mind—”

“T-Taku, baby–” Your tongue salivates generously at the ridged lines of his veiny shaft, he was smearing you out so openly without even trying. “-this is called a ‘mating press’, y’know?”

You swear you feel his weepy orifice twitch straight inside you, banging against the sides of your walls filthily. “So…so that’s what it is, sweetness.” Kissing you sweetly, your lips are the perfect way for Ino to muffle his husky whines as he pumps and pumps and pumps. “Whoever created this thing is in fucking hngh- heaven- because I am.”

You’re almost feeling a giggle bubble its way up to your throat, dragging your hand through his tawny locks. “I’m sure.”

“No- no, you don’t get it, pretty.”  He’s pleading with you, almost shellshocked. 

With one hand manhandling your hips to dangle cleanly off of the mattress, the other lacing on top of your scalp to get you to look down where he was burrowing his inches. “Look at me- look at- us.” He’s hissing, hips angling each precise strike to target your sweetest spots. “I can bend you like thiiiis—”

In an instant, the hand at your scalp rovers down to your neck - and he’s draaaagging you up bodily, kissing your mouth. “Or like thiiiis-” Moaning, he’s then instantly changing the pressure on your throat to shove you down deeper into the bedsprings. Curling your spine into the perfect curvature, pinning you down with his bodyweight even further, “E-even like…this.”

He was just so trained with his moves - swift and precise through battle, but right now he was using them to ruin you. Ino was naturally chiselled; all ladder-like abs, firm arms, and a veiny v-line that were all pushing into you right now. 

And with a few more vulgar strokes, you’re yelping as he moves you around- this time, Ino has his meaty thighs coming up to cushion the sides of your hips. 

Blushin’ tip creaming down your cervix, washboard abs glissading down your front. “Oh my god-” You can feel a thrill zing through your body at the blatant show of his strength. He was manhandling you like it was nothing. “Taku- fuck fuck fuck, s’more.”

“More?” His voice cracks, his chocolate irises water at the way your velvety insides keep clinging onto him. “M-more?”

And you could’ve sworn that was a whimper.

Right before his pummeling cock was steeply slamming into you - faster, sloppier. With absolutely no care or rhythm; nothing other than the aim to stir up your insides until each nook n’ cranny was thoroughly stretched. And he was succeeding, too. 

Thrashing the globular crown of his shaft against the very entrance to your womb and hissing out–“More? S’that it? S’this more?” Voice cracked. Tone turning rugged.

“Mmm—” You cup Ino’s blushing cheeks and he whines. Just staring into your eyes leaves the bulbous end of his cockhead weepy, “Harder.”

He echoes, “H-harder?”

“Harder.” 

Grinning, and oh- Ino’s got his hands on you already. It’s like a second, animal instinct the way he’s then clawing down your inner thighs, pushing up your every limb, bending you till your joints were creaking nearly as loud as the bed was right now. 

Thrust after thrust.

He’s gluing the curvature of his mushroom tip against the spongy layer of your g-spot, hard enough that you nearly don’t hear the words that leave his mouth next-

“Next time…” Ino starts off, cute pinkish lips trembling. He stares at you with a dopey grin as his cock stretches you furiously, “-I also saw a hah- tiktok about a thing called a…full nelson, pretty.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Kitty Whisperer

“I-I’m gonna fucking purple hollow whoever came up with the fuck! mating press, sweetheart.” He’s leaning in close- leaning in until you could make out every flicker of blue lightning within Gojo’s eyes, every gleam in his peary white grin. And he hisses, “I can’t fucking stop.”

And he couldn’t - not if he even wanted to.

Though, fuck- Gojo’s thrashing the fat, bludgeoning crown of his cock against your cervix until he’s seeing stars. Until his pale v-line was rubbed all red with slamming impact - Gojo doesn’t think he’d ever want to stop.

It’s like he was in heaven with the way you’re clenchin’ around his throbbing length. Gojo was just so hard that his glazed, bulging tip was bruising your cervix.

And all you can do is drag red, red nailmarks down the expanse of his muscular back. “Oh my god-”

He hums in faux thought, though you could feel the way that Gojo’s strawberry tip was flinching in excitement near your cervix. “Mmmm, I prefer ‘Satoru’, my girl—”

“S-Satoru–!”

“That’s right-” He’s punctuating each n’ every syllable with a hollowing thud! of his shaft, voice running ragged. Pitches lilting. And there’s something in the way he looks at you with widened blue eyes that makes you think he wants to eat you alive. “-that’s right that’s right- say my fuck–ing- name.”

And the thing about the strongest was that he wasn’t just pounding you into the sagging bedsprings - right now, he was sloppily reeling his cock back allll the way until the shiny globe of his tip pulled out with dewy plops! Instead of his usually smooth thrusts- Gojo kept on pumping his long, solid inches from leaking orifice of his length right till his very base. Every single time.

It was simply driving you mad at the carnal stretch, your toes curl every time his vein-covered hilt was stretching out your entrance. “This mating press’s gonna drive me ma-mad.” He’s muttering, teeth grit against your ear. “Gonna drive me fuck! Crazy.”

And several things are happening at once - he’s thumping the spongy layer of your cervix with a particularly rough strike, and your flickering bedside lamp shatters.

“Fuh-fuck–!”

“Shit, your powers…” You’re keening at the shards of glass that are halted in midair - your husband’s limitless was covering the both of you now. “Toru, you’re going out of ngh- control-”

“And how m’I expected to stay in control, sweetheart–?” The white-haired man drawls out, almost mockingly. Pitch finding itself a few octaves higher, he’s dragging the puffy veins of his cock down your walls until you find them helplessly sensitive. 

Trying oh-so-hard to extract yourself from his merciless hold, you’re clamoring your feet off of his shoulders and bucking up the mattress like you didn’t know whether you wanted to run away or slam your hips down for more, more, more. “Not when I- oh! not when I have you like this- fuck! Not when m’fucking you like thiiiiis. You can’t expect me to stay sane when I have you in a fucking mating press, my girl.”

And if you thought that the Gojo Satoru wouldn’t notice your restless little squirming, then you haven’t been married to him long enough.

Because, before you know it, he has both hands glued to your throat pliably draaaaag your body down to thwack against his. Hard. Heaving, “Don’t you dare fucking run.” He mutters, something tremoring in his tone. “I can’t let you run when I have you like hah- this…” Squeezing his eyes shut, lightning flickering behind like it made his body ache animalistically to have you like this. “I should never have let the elders talk me into this- oh, ‘Gojo heir’ my ass- I should n-never…”

He’s trailing off- cutting himself off with a deep groan.

And you’re whining just as soon as his stirrin’ cock pokes against your womb, opening you up in ways that you never thought possible before. “Shit- b-but I like it, Toru.”

“Mmm—” Gojo’s body flinches like he’d just been shocked by a thousand volts- and it takes him a few seconds to register what you just said. “You’re so right.” Raising his bleary eyes to stare dead-on into yours, he’s musing, “Y-you’re soooo right, sweetheart. How else would you have gotten ngh- fucked like this?”

What did he mean by…?

Your husband snickers, rosy lips curling with slight smugness - and it’s only then that you’re realizing you’d just uttered that last sentence out loud. 

Almost predatory, Gojo nuzzles his nose bridge to the crook of your neck. “You wanna fuuuuck- know what it means to be put in a mating press by me, sweetheart?” Slap after slap of his bludgeoning tip left your ears popped, barely able to make out his words. “Means m’gonna fuck a baby into ya.”

“O-oh.” You gape, but the strongest wasn’t done just yet.

“Means m’gonna hngh- reach into your deepest spots.” Right on time, the fatness of his crowned shaft reaches for your cervix and then digs in deep— like he would go even further if he could. “Means m’gonna p-permanently keep ya like ngh- this. L-like—”

And then he’s drooling, mouth open and his lust-filled thoughts trailing off.

Without any warning, Gojo reaches back for a split-second to spit down to your leaking slit. Looking through his long ivory lashes as you gasp, “Don’t act like you don’t like it, my girl.”

“I do I do–” You nod your head fervently- or maybe it was the sheer driving force of each of his thrusts. If it was even possible, your ankles are locking even further surrounding the perspired back of his head. Bliss seeping into your veins. “I like it s’much, want it even more, Toru.”

That renders him speechless. It renders him gawking down at you.

The only thing that Gojo can do is stroke his throbbing cock down your tight channel with drill after drill, “Oh my god-” He’s whispering to himself, pounding into you so hard that your ass cheeks were being pushed cleanly off the bedsheets by now. “Oh my god oh my hah-” 

He’s darting his eyes down to take but a single glimpse of you - all folded in half into his mating press - then averts his gaze the moment his skin starts to prickle with cursed energy. 

“What the…having you like this—” He couldn’t even look at you. “How m’I supposed to even go on?”

The ball of tightness at the pit of your stomach makes you shiver, “Ngh- oh my god…mm, Toru-”

In sensual synchronization with the glutinous swipes of his cock, he’s setting one hand free from your throat. Thumping it against his temple as if to knock some sense back into him- “I-I think m’going insane.” Breathily, he shakes his head, eyes now finally daring to look back at you. “Think m’getting new powers- think she’s…” 

His mouth falls open at the sudden squelch letting out from your soppy pussylips, his dazed eyes focus so intensely that you can feel cursed energy sweep your body. Taking over. 

Until he’s finally muttering, “Y’know what she’s oh- saying to me, sweetheart?”

“What?” You whine, your primal greed getting to the best of you. And now the only thing you can do is perk your hips up to match his feral cadence.

And Gojo cracks such a dangerous, pussydrunk grin. “She says we’re gonna make a baaaaaby—”

With a final, solid spank of his rovering cock, you’re getting run over by your high. And he knew this would happen - he saw it with the power of his Six Eyes - so Gojo wastes no time ramming you through your peaks.

“Cum—ing…” The spheroid end of his shaft makes your toes curl, caressing your every deepest inch through each white-hot spark of pleasure - so hard that your husband barely even realizes when he, too, crashes into his orgasm.

Something bursts. 

Collapsing onto your body with his hulking one, grunt heaving after each splat! of wadded cum leaking into your womb.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck fuck-” He’s damn-near whimpering in your ear, and the angular position of the mating press made it easy for him to pump your cunt full with as many ounces of seed as possible. Enough so that you’re just spilling ivory syrup from your entrance, forming a ring of sap on his base. “Ohhh yeah, oh yeah, sweetheart.”

Gojo feels the warm, knotted mess and twitches- the bedroom lights had shattered but he could still see. In fact, the entirety of Tokyo didn’t have power right about now. 

He gives an experimental thrust and listens for the sluuuurp- “D’you think if I cum in you again our baby’s gonna be twice as strong, my girl?”

“…”

A/N. I thought I was soooo funny for that jet two joke-

Hope you have a lovely week <3

[sum-stuff13]

“is he bothering you, ma’am?” the kind stranger asks as he approaches your table, a concerned look on his face as he eyes Satoru up and down, who so casually leans against the table with a smirk.

for the past hour, while you were busy typing in your laptop, Satoru happened to simply drop on the chair in front of you, rambling your ears out even though he knew you were not listening, “you’re gorgeous, do you have a boyfriend?” he asks, no response.

“oh, hard public, hm? that’s okay, you are still gorgeous, can I give you my number?” no response. yet his stupid little smirk stays present.

“your boyfriend is not worth your time, baby, you should date me instead”

“what are you drinking? want a refill?”

“did it hurt when you fell from—”

until the kind stranger interrupts, his eyes are cautious as he keeps them on the blue eyed, this time you speak with a sigh and little polite smile, “i’m fine, thank you, he’s my husband”

[sum-stuff13]

Imagine being at home minding your own business, when suddenly some entity so massive it's barely within the range of your comprehension just breaks in, looking for food, and just when you panic and fear for your life, it just goes "sorry mate, not here to eat you, just your house", and when you go "you fucking what" and it goes "yeah unfortunately you kinda built your shit in the wrong place, I'm taking the foundations" and gently rips apart your walls and proceeds to dig for the cornerstones you built all your shit on. And once done it's like "yeah thanks and sorry lil buddy, build your stuff somewhere else the next time" and fucks off, never to bee seen or heard of again.

Because I think that's pretty much how it's like for the tiny spiders who build their webs on the blueberries when they see me coming.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Toji is so fond of his commanding wife !

tags: established relationship, you’re his wife, suggestive content, he’s down bad, Shiu cameo, fluff, crack, angst ?, he’s an asshole but you love him <\3

lipette’s note: this is a bit short, comment if you want a part 2 for the real smutty smut >:)

♡MDNI♡

Toji Fushiguro, ridiculously broad man, expression as welcoming as a closed door, could kill someone with his bare hands, is so so so pathetically in love with his very much commanding wife.

You have him right where you want him to be, wrapped around your finger ever since he put that shiny (maybe stolen) engagement ring on it.

"Fushiguro." You firmly say as you snap your fingers towards his lingering gym clothes on the floor. He groans quietly and immediately picks them up. God, he loves when you call him that…

"Why d’you let missy boss you ‘round like that..? We got work to do…" His coworker, Shiu, once asked after he heard Toji get scolded by you on the phone while out for a mission. "You jus’ don’t wanna see that woman when she gets mad." He simply answers, but Shiu swears he can see a small grin on his friend’s lips while he talks. "…S’that a fetish of yours or something…?"

You being scary when mad was mostly the reason why he let you nag him at work. Mostly. Because the main reason was that, God, it made him impossibly hard everytime.

Those sharp eyes of yours, the way you cross your arms on your chest everytime you get mad, the way you hold his jaw to make him look at you when he rolls his eyes, the way you hush him when he tries to talk back…it was all so incredibly hot to him.

He sure obeys to your every word, but once you’re done with your attitude…he snaps.

"You’re done, ma ?" he sighs after "listening" to you complain about how careless he was, how stupid and stubborn he was. "Mmyes." You mumble. "Right. Can you take off your clothes f’me now ?" Awfully straightforward…You gasp and snap back. "Gosh, were you even listening to me ?!" Toji grins and steps closer. "No." And awfully honest… He gently takes your hand and guides it right on his boner. "You’re really hot right now. I need you to take care of this." You try to look furious. But you’re not, you never really were, in the first place.

Toji is an asshole. You mean it, really. But how are you even supposed to resist when he looks at you so fondly, so lovingly, even when you yell at him ! He’s not the type to confess his love, but his eyes tell you everything you need to know. You can’t help but smile like a fool at that. It makes him scoff. "You’re weak." He teases as he lifts you up and places you on his shoulder like you weigh nothing. You don’t fight back…you don’t want to. You’re even excited !

Thank you for reading ! ♡ Don’t forget to reblog if you liked this ♡

@ sucrelip — do not use, copy, or feed to AI !

[sum-stuff13]

The salt air and the rust on your door is officially here!

[sum-stuff13]

I hope this vampire bat running on a treadmill will make your day better

[sum-stuff13]

— Telling Bf Toji that him still having his late wife’s last name makes you uncomfortable. (Angst with comfort)

You were quiet all evening. Toji noticed, of course but he didn’t press you about it. He trusts you’ll talk to him whenever you’re ready so he just let you curl up into his side while he watched the game, his heavy arm wrapped loosely around your waist, absently rubbing small circles over your shirt as a form of comforting you. But your mind wasn’t on the screen. Not even close.

You tried to shake the thought. You really tried.

It was dumb. So dumb. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself—Selfish, too. Why did it even matter? It was just a last name and it wasn’t like he could undo the past. He’d loved her once and that was okay. That wasn’t even what this was about.

But every time someone addressed you both as “Mr. and Ms. Fushiguro,” or when the idea of marriage came up—your marriage—you felt it like a pinch. A cold one, right under your ribs.

And it’s been festering so much lately so now you were in bed besides him, his broad chest rising and falling steadily—already drifting off to sleep but your heart was thudding loudly for a different reason.

You rolled over, pressed your face into his bare shoulder, and whispered, “Toji…?”

He grunted a little, not quite asleep yet but tired. “Mmm? What’s up, baby?”

Your lips tugged down. You hated how tight your throat was.

“I… wanna talk about something. But I don’t want you to think I’m being petty or… selfish”.

He blinked his eyes open slowly, looking up at you with that groggy but alert sort of concern. “You okay?” His voice was thick with sleep, but gentle. “What’s going on?”

You sat up a bit and toyed with the edge of the blanket, picking at a loose thread. “It’s about your last name”.

He raised a brow, sitting up with you. “My last name?”

You nodded slowly. “I know it’s stupid but sometimes I get sad thinking about…how you still have your late wife’s last name”.

Toji stayed quiet, watching you. His gaze never left your face.

“I know it’s not something you just think about every day and I know it’s not meant to hurt. I don’t think you’re doing anything wrong. I just—” you paused, pressing your lips together. “It makes me feel weird. Like… like if we got married, I’d be taking her last name. I don’t want that. I don’t want her name. I want ours”.

You looked down, blinking hard. “It’s so dumb, I know. She passed and it was a long time ago, and I’m not trying to replace her or pretend she didn’t exist or whatever. I just… I don’t want to feel like I’m walking in her shoes. I want my own. I want ours. Together”.

There was a beat of silence. Your chest tightened like you expected him to sigh or say you were being sensitive or even just brush it off.

But instead, Toji reached out and cupped your cheek affectionately, gently guiding your face back to his.

“You listen to me,” he said lowly. “That’s not dumb. Not even a little bit”.

His thumb brushed over your cheek. “I kept the name ‘cause of Megumi. Not her. Not even really for me. When I left the Zenin clan, I didn’t want their name anymore. I didn’t want anything to do with ‘em. Her name was the only thing that felt safe back then. I thought it’d be better for Megumi too, growing up with a clean slate”.

He exhaled, his brow softening. “But that name doesn’t mean shit to me now. You hear me?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

“I love you,” he said fondly. “And when we get married, I’ll change it to your last name, if that’s what you want. I’ll carry it proudly. Hell, I’ll even tattoo it on my damn chest if you want me to”.

You let out a watery laugh and Toji smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“That name—our name—it’s gonna mean something new. Something we build together. Not what came before. Just me and you”.

You sniffled and buried your face into his chest, clinging onto him with both arms while he wrapped you up tight.

“I love you,” you murmured against his skin.

“I love you too sweetheart. So much—We’ll go down to the courthouse next week and change it together, yeah?”

You nod against his shirt, heart swelling.

He rubs your back. “And when the time comes…I want us to both have the same last name like officially”.

You lift your head. “Like marriage?”

He smirks, brushing your nose with his. “Exactly like that”.

The next day…

Toji didn’t usually hesitate about much but this—it gave him pause.

He watched Megumi from the doorway, the kid sitting on the couch, legs crossed while flipping through some manga like always. The house was quiet, sunlight cutting through the blinds in soft stripes across the floor. You were in the bedroom napping. You’d cried a little earlier, relieved tears mostly but Toji knew it’d meant something big to you. Bigger than you’d let on at first.

So now, here he was. Scratching the back of his neck. Clearing his throat like a damn idiot.

Megumi glanced up. “What?”

Toji stepped in and sat down across from him, arms resting on his knees.

“I wanna talk to you about something”.

Megumi raised an eyebrow but didn’t put the book down. Typical. “Okay…”

“It’s about the last name,” Toji said.

That got his attention. The book closed and Megumi sat up straighter.

“I’ve been thinking about changing it,” Toji said, voice steady but serious. “Not back to Zenin. I meant…a new one”.

Megumi’s brows furrowed slightly, not in confusion but in that thoughtful, sharp way he’d picked up from Toji over the years. “Why?”

Toji leaned back on the couch, arm slung across the backrest. “When I left the clan, I didn’t want anything to do with ‘em. Didn’t want you growing up with that bullshit either. Your mom’s name… it felt like the cleanest choice. Safer—Not perfect, but better”.

Megumi nodded slowly, waiting.

Toji looked toward the hallway, where you were still sleeping. Then back at his son. “But now I’m with someone. Real serious about her, you know. We’ve talked about marriage and it bothers her, the name. Not ‘cause she’s jealous or weird about the past—just ‘cause she wants something that’s ours. Not a name that belongs to someone gone. Not a name that used to belong to a different life”.

Megumi was quiet, still processing what Toji was saying.

Toji rubbed his jaw. “So I told her I’d change it. When we get married, I’ll take her last name and start fresh”.

Megumi’s expression didn’t shift right away, but his shoulders relaxed a bit.

“I get it,” he finally said.

Toji blinked. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Megumi shrugged. “I mean it’s just a name. I know who my mom was. You changing your last name doesn’t erase anything and if it makes her feel like she belongs more—like you guys are really starting something new then why not?”

Toji felt something tight in his chest ease a little. He didn’t say much but he nodded, looking at his son with a little more pride than usual.

“You’re a good kid, Megumi”.

Megumi scoffed, opening his book again with that same grumpy expression like usual. “I know”.

Toji smiled. “You want me to keep it until you’re grown?”

Megumi shook his head. “You can change it. I’ll still be me. You’ll still be my dad. It doesn’t matter what name’s on the mail”.

Toji chuckled, deep and low. “Smartass”.

“Old man”

Toji leaned back, relaxed now. The hardest part was over and when you woke up later, hair messy and eyes still sleepy, Toji would kiss your forehead and tell you: It’s all settled. He understands. We’re gonna make it ours now.

And it’ll feel like the first day of something brand new.

[sum-stuff13]

best friend’s dad! toji x roomate! reader

↳ ❝ [megumi is in his third year of college and has a new roomate! toji decides to help his son settle into his new home but can’t help the desire to settle into bed with his son’s bold roomate. ] ¡! ❞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Toji Fushiguro stood at the center of the living room, arms crossed, brow raised, lips tugged down in mild irritation as he glanced around the new apartment. It was clean enough, open concept, lots of windows—though he didn’t trust half the locks. He’d already made a mental list of upgrades.

But that checklist flies out the window the moment he hears your voice behind him.

“Oh, damn.”

A light, teasing tone, like you didn’t mean to say it out loud. “You must be Megumi’s dad? He wasn’t lying—you’re fine as hell.”

Toji’s head turns sharply, and there you are.

Tiny shorts. A little top that had no business being so fitted. Hoops in your ears and a lazy, knowing smirk on your glossy lips. You have a tote bag slung over your shoulder and a box balanced in one arm, but your eyes are all on him.

And Megumi? Totally unfazed. “Don’t flirt with my dad.”

You just laugh. “I’m not flirting. I’m just saying thank you to your gene pool.”

Toji swallows thickly. Fuck.

“Roommate?” he asks, gruff. His voice drops a little too deep, reflexive. He tries to rein it back in, ignoring the way your eyes flick over his broad chest and thick forearms exposed under his tight black tee.

“That’s me,” you hum, offering your hand. “We’re gonna get real close this year. I can already tell.”

You hold the handshake a second too long. You press your fingers against his palm like you know exactly what you’re doing. And Toji, damn him, just watches you—eyes narrowing slightly, jaw twitching.

“Uh huh,” he grunts, forcing himself to pull away. “Well… try not to get too close. Kid’s gotta study.”

You tilt your head, pretending to pout. “Mmm. I’ll be good. Unless you come around more often. Then all bets are off.”

Megumi groans from behind you. “Can you not?”

Toji lets out a short laugh through his nose. “You’re bold, aren’t you?”

“Just honest. You work out, right? I mean… look at your arms.”

You bite your lip. Brazen.

Toji clears his throat. His skin prickles. “That so.”

“Yeah. And your voice? Real daddy-coded.”

Megumi literally throws a dish towel at your head. “I’m moving out. I’m done.”

You laugh and dodge it. “Kidding!”

Toji knows better. He knows not to feed into it. He’s not gonna embarrass his son. He’s not going to flirt with some pretty young thing who clearly enjoys pushing buttons.

But when you walk past him, brushing way too close and tossing over your shoulder, “See you soon, Toji,”—like you’re already on a first-name basis—he doesn’t look away.

In fact, he lets his eyes linger.

And he hates that you catch him doing it.

Toji’s on the floor under the kitchen sink, sleeves rolled up and tool bag beside him. He’s fixing the garbage disposal like he’s getting paid for it, low grunts escaping his throat every time he shifts his position. The hem of his shirt has ridden up, flashing cut obliques and thick ridges of muscle as he reaches deeper into the pipes.

You’re sitting on the counter, sipping iced coffee, feet kicking softly while you watch him—unapologetically.

“You ever not look hot?” you tease, swirling the straw between your fingers. “Or do you just wake up like this and decide to be a menace to women everywhere?”

Toji grunts. “You’re supposed to be helping your roommate.”

“I am,” you say sweetly. “Moral support.”

You hop down from the counter and crouch beside him—way too close. Your bare thigh brushes against his arm.

Toji stiffens.

You tilt your head, eyes flicking to the small glisten of sweat on his temple. “You hot?”

“I’m fine,” he mutters, still working. “Just a tight fit under here.”

“Mhm. Must be hard moving around with all that muscle,” you murmur, your hand resting lightly on his abdomen—just above the waistband of his gray sweats. You trail your fingers along one defined ridge, slow and deliberate. “These feel unreal.”

Toji’s body tenses like a live wire. “Don’t.”

You smirk. “Don’t what?”

“Touch me like that.”

You blink, all faux innocence. “Didn’t realize I was touching you like anything.”

He pulls himself out from under the sink, brushing past you to stand. He grabs the wrench off the counter, trying not to look irritated—or turned on. “Where’s Megumi?”

“Still at Home Depot. Said they didn’t have the light fixtures you wanted.”

You wait until his back is turned before stepping up behind him, slipping your fingers into the open pocket of his sweatpants.

He turns fast, his voice low. “What are you doing?”

You press a folded piece of paper deeper into the fabric and give him the boldest smile yet. “In case you ever wanna hang out… without the plumbing and the witnesses.”

Toji exhales through his nose, jaw clenching hard as he looks down at you—really looks at you this time. Your lip gloss. Your lashes. The confidence in your smirk like you know he’s tempted.

And he is.

But he doesn’t reach for you.

Just shakes his head once and mumbles, “You’re trouble.”

You step back, giving him space like you didn’t just graze your fingers along his V-line five seconds ago.

“I’m also free most nights,” you sing quietly, turning on your heel and walking down the hall.

Toji watches you go, eyes low and dark, the slip of paper warm in his pocket like it’s daring him to use it.

He knows he shouldn’t.

But god help him… he might.

Later that night, Toji’s in nothing but a pair of loose black sweats, sprawled on his leather couch, TV on but forgotten. The lights are low, city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him.

And your number’s still sitting on the coffee table.

He hadn’t meant to keep it. Hell, he told himself he’d toss it the moment he got home. But instead of trashing it, he unfolded it slowly, stared at your handwriting—curvy and confident, like your mouth—and kept it.

He hated how curious he was.

He hated how your voice echoed in his head when it got too quiet: “You ever not look hot?” “These feel unreal.” “I’m also free most nights.”

The way you touched him so casually. Like you knew exactly how far you could push it before he’d snap.

Like you wanted him to snap.

Toji ran a hand down his face and grunted low.

He shouldn’t. You were his son’s roommate.

But you weren’t some clueless little girl. You were smart, cocky, self-assured. And clearly grown enough to know what you wanted. And worse—so good at making him think about it.

Toji stared at the phone in his hand.

Maybe she won’t even respond.

Maybe she gave him that number just to mess with him.

He cracked his neck, rolled his shoulders, then finally let out a sigh and tapped your contact in.

This is Megumi’s dad.

You left something in my pocket earlier.

Not even ten seconds later, three typing dots appeared.

I was wondering when you’d use it.

You forget something else too? Like the way my hand felt on your abs?

Toji exhaled slowly through his nose, his grip tightening slightly on the phone.

You talk like that to all the dads, or am I special?

Another reply, quick and shameless:

Just the hot ones.

You coming back to fix anything else soon?

…Or should I break something to give you an excuse?

Toji chuckled under his breath.

She’s dangerous.

And he was already in deep.

His next message came slower, but deliberate.

You keep touching me like that, you’re the one that’s gonna break.

You sure you’re ready for that?

You left him on read for exactly 30 seconds.

Try me.

Toji leaned his head back against the couch, tongue in cheek, heart thumping a little harder than he liked to admit.

You were bored. Megumi was still out—something about a study group that would “probably turn into a late-night ramen run.”

You’re in bed, leg half-draped over your comforter, phone in hand. Scrolling Instagram. Your gloss is worn off, your pajama top is thin, and your shorts are barely hanging on. You switch apps, click open your texts, and your finger just so happens to land on Toji’s name.

The last message still lingers on screen:

You keep touching me like that, you’re the one that’s gonna break.

You smile.

And your thumb “accidentally” hits call.

Shit. You don’t hang up. He answers on the third ring.

His voice is rough, low, like you woke him—but he doesn’t sound mad.

“Didn’t expect you to actually call.”

You stretch a little, curling onto your side. “Mmm. Me either.”

Toji pauses. “You drunk?”

“No. Just bored. Couldn’t sleep.”

Another pause. Then a shift in his voice—cool, but sharp. “You call all your son’s friends’ dads when you’re bored?”

You giggle. “Only the hot, emotionally unavailable ones.”

“…Right.”

You can hear the smirk in his voice now.

You roll onto your back, staring at the ceiling. “What are you doing right now?”

“To be honest?” he says. “Just got out the shower. Watching some old fight clips. Thinking about that little stunt you pulled earlier.”

You hum. “Which one? Me touching your abs? Or slipping my number in your pants?”

“Both.”

You bite your lip, your voice dipping soft. “I meant it, you know. About hanging out.”

“I know you did.”

Silence stretches—thick with heat.

Then he says it.

“Come over.”

Your heart jumps.

“You serious?”

“Dead serious,” he murmurs. “You’re not gonna sleep anyway. I’m up. You’re obviously thinking about me.”

You grin. “Maybe.”

“You got five seconds to say no.”

You stay quiet.

“…Three.”

You throw off your blanket, already reaching for your keys.

“I’m on my way.”

The elevator dings at the top floor, smooth and silent. You step out into the dimly lit hallway, heart beating fast but steady.

Once you’re in front of his door, you knock once.

The door swings open almost instantly.

Toji stands there—

low-slung black sweats hanging dangerously on his hips, nothing on top.

His hair’s damp from the shower, pushed back casually, and his body…

God.

Thick, veined arms. Chiseled chest. Deep abs cut with sharp ridges. A scar on his lower abdomen you want to trace with your tongue.

His eyes drag over you—slow, unapologetic. Linger at the tops of your thighs, then at the peek of cleavage showing under the top.

He doesn’t smile.

He just rasps, “Get in.”

You step inside without a word, and the door shuts behind you with a heavy click.

Silence.

Thick, electric.

You turn to face him, lips parting—about to make a joke, maybe something flirty again—but you don’t get the chance.

One step, one motion, and you’re backed into the wall—his massive hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your hip tight, like he’s been dying to finally touch you.

His voice is low, gravelly. “You really showed up in these fuckin’ shorts?”

You blink up at him, all heat and nerves and thrill. “Thought you liked them.”

He scoffs, chest rising. “I like a lotta things I shouldn’t.”

You lift your hand, fingers trailing up his abs slowly. “Then don’t be shy, Toji.”

He leans in and devours you.

Mouth rough on yours, one hand gripping your jaw, the other sliding down to grab your thigh and hook it around his waist. You moan into his mouth as your back hits the wall harder, his hips pinning you there. His tongue drags deep, claiming, his breath hot against your lips.

“You’ve been driving me fuckin’ crazy,” he growls, lips moving to your neck. “Walking around the apartment all innocent. Looking at me like you want me to fuck you stupid.”

You gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Maybe I do.”

He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes—dark, dangerous, hungry.

“Say the word, baby. And I’ll give you everything you’ve been begging for with those fuckin’ eyes.”

You smile, biting your lip as you slide both arms around his neck and whisper:

“Then shut up and take me to your bedroom.”

He doesn’t take you to the bedroom right away.

Not because he doesn’t want to—but because the second you say those words, he loses the last thread of restraint. His hand wraps under your thigh tighter, the other bunching the back of your top in his fist as he lifts you effortlessly off the ground. Your legs wrap around his waist as he pins you to the wall again—grinding, deep and slow.

“You wanna get fucked like a brat, huh?” he growls, his mouth at your jaw, teeth dragging. “You wanna tease me for weeks and then come here dressed like this?”

You gasp, hands fisting his hair. “Yes.”

That’s all he needs.

He carries you across the dark apartment, mouth hot on your neck, teeth grazing your shoulder as he walks you down the hallway. Every step, he grinds your hips together, letting you feel what you’ve been doing to him all this time.

By the time he kicks the bedroom door open and drops you onto the mattress, your whole body is already throbbing.

Toji stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at you like a man starved.

“Take that shit off.”

You obey slowly, your bare chest beneath—no bra, nipples peeking through the thin fabric of your tank. His jaw ticks, eyes locked on you as you lift it over your head and toss it aside.

He doesn’t move yet.

Just watches you.

“You wear these little fuckin’ shorts around my son like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Your lip twitches. “Maybe I did it for you.”

He steps between your legs and drags the shorts down—rough, like he’s tearing them off. His hands roam up your thighs, spreading them apart, dragging his fingers over your panties, your slick already soaking through.

Toji leans down slowly. Breath warm against your core.

“I should’ve fucked you the second you put your hands on me,” he growls.

Then he dives in.

His tongue licks a flat, heavy stripe over your soaked panties before dragging them aside, and he starts to eat like he’s making up for all the weeks he held back.

It’s filthy. Loud. Wet.

His tongue plunges deep, nose pressed to your clit as he devours you, your hips grinding into his face. His hands pin your thighs down, fingers digging into your skin as he groans into your pussy like it’s the best meal he’s ever had.

You cry out, hands tangled in his hair. “T-Toji—fuck—”

“You like that?” he growls into your folds. “You like Daddy’s mouth on you?”

You whimper, back arching. “Yes, yes—please—”

He pulls away, face glistening, pupils blown wide.

Then he rips his sweats down and finally lets you see what you’ve been teasing. He’s thick, veined, huge—and already leaking for you. He strokes himself slowly, watching your eyes widen.

“Been thinkin’ about your tight little cunt since the second you walked into that apartment.”

He grabs your waist, flips you easily onto your stomach, and drags your hips back until your ass is pressed against his thighs.

No more games.

He slides in slow, stretching you open until you’re gasping—one inch at a time, your walls clenching tight.

“Fuck. You’re even tighter than I imagined,” he groans, voice ragged. “You wanna be a tease? Act like a brat?”

He slams into you suddenly, hips snapping forward.

“You’re gonna take all of it now.”

You cry out into the sheets as he sets a brutal pace—deep, punishing, hips smacking your ass with every thrust. His hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back so he can hear every moan you try to muffle.

“You wanna keep actin’ grown,” he pants in your ear, “then take this cock like a grown fuckin’ woman.”

Your legs shake. Your eyes roll back. He fucks you through the mattress, using you, body slamming into yours until the only sound in the room is skin on skin and your broken moans.

Then he flips you again—presses your knees to your chest and pounds into you from above. Your tits bounce with every thrust, and he watches with dark, wild eyes, hand pressing into your stomach to feel how deep he is.

“You feel that?” he growls. “That’s me. All the way inside. Right where you wanted me.”

Your orgasm hits hard—violent, your whole body trembling as he fucks you through it.

And he doesn’t stop.

Not until he’s buried deep, hips stuttering, groaning low in your ear as he fills you up with a long, guttural moan.

When it’s over, your body’s limp, used, shaking.

He leans down, breathing hard, mouth pressed to your ear.

“Next time you touch my abs,” he rasps, “you better be ready to ride me too.”

[sum-stuff13]

༄ toji x reader

him helping you decide if that strawberry was indeed better than sex

your knees are pressed up all the way to your chest, toji has you in a nasty mating press, grinding into you with each painfully, deliberately slow roll of his hips. he wants you to feel all of him, he'll make sure you do.

"tell me mama," he grabs another strawberry, bringing the little fruit to your lips and watching you with those sharp emerald eyes as you bite into it.

toji leans down to lick away some of the juice drippling out the corner of your lips, humming at the taste. sweet and tart. purposely, toji quickens his pace then, the thumb of his other hand catches your clit, rubbing it in little tight circles that have you arching into him. head thrown back in bliss.

you feel it when that wolfish grin spreads on his face, smug and greedy and a little mean. he's making you eat you words — quite literally.

toji holds you close, keeping his face nears yours. he reaches for yet another strawberry, bringing it to your lips and snatching it away for himself. leaning his weight back to get (and to give) a better view as he takes a bite, making a show out of eating it. licking the juices running down his forearms so intently, all the while keeping the movement of his thumb on your needy little clit.

you twist beneath him, fat tears threatening to fall from yours eyes. you feel his breath fan your face when he leans down again, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. it's sweet, tasting of strawberries and spring and his love for you.

he parts a few moments later to let you catch your breath. your chest rising and falling, all your muscles tensing. you're about to come undone, but you know he'll keep you like this forever should you keep him without an answer to his question;

"are those little strawberries better than sex?"

[sum-stuff13]

Helping Toji relax after a brutal shift at work :3

He had slumped through the door today around 5pm, a bit later than usual. Work had been overwhelming to say the least. The welds on the job needed to be taken apart and redone because the buying company needed different measurements.

He kicked off his work boots, silently groaning because his feet hurt. You were in the kitchen, already cooking. You heard him walk through door, letting the pasta sauce simmer on low as you walked over to him.

Once he saw you he went straight to you, slumping his body over yours as he held you in an embrace.

“Hey baby.” You said in that calm voice that always had him melting. “Rough day?” He hummed in response, nodding as he buried his face into your neck. “Awe I’m sorry. Dinner will be done soon. Take a warm shower yeah? There’s fresh towels in there.”

A while later he had taken his shower which helped him relax a bit. He ate dinner with you, not too much though, he was still a bit overheated from work so a hot meal was something he’d enjoy but not a lot of it.

You had taken care of the dishes and cleaned the kitchen for the night. Toji was in the bedroom, cooling off where there wasn’t much light. Having semi light eyes and welding isn’t the best combination. Often burning his eyes even with the helmet.

You walked in to see him laying on his stomach across the bed in front of a fan, his eyes closed but not asleep. You got on the bed, laying next to him. He instinctively got closer, holding you close, putting your head on the pillow he had set up before and laying his head on your chest.

Thats how you knew Toji Fushiguro was tired. No tv, no bothering you in the kitchen, just exhausted. You always felt bad when days like these happened, but you knew it couldn’t be helped. So you helped in the only way you could, taking care of him.

One hand scratched his back slowly while the other ran through his hair. The real way to get Toji melt like puddy for you. He let out a deep exhale, as if your fingers were sucking out the exhaustion from his soul and putting him to sleep. Which technically, they were.

Soon, he finally fell asleep, still on top of you, still holding you. Just how it needed to be.

He knows that even though his work day went bad, he’ll still come home and get pampered by his spouse, just the way he needs.

an: welder toji real plsplsplsplsplspls

augh not proof read, its 3am gang

[sum-stuff13]

I just wanna hold Bruk’x’s head in between my legs and never let go

Also I wanna tease him and playfully sexually harass him during the work day. For example…..I wanna suck his cock underneath a table when he’s talking to a colleague

Nah, that man couldn't keep you a secret under his table even if his life depended on it. He would melt shamelessly the second you touch him and couldn't give a flying fuck who sees it.

Keeping him between your legs, though...

He could die like this. Yeah, he could definitely die with your trembling thighs wrapped tight around his head, your weight pressing down on his face, and your dripping pussy grinding into his mouth.

You are raw and dripping. Your clit twitches almost painfully so with each greedy lap of his tongue. It's too much, but you can't stop him. You try to lift yourself, thighs shaking, core quivering, and hands scrabbling for something to lean on, but Bruk'x growls right against your cunt and clamps down harder. One set of arms locks around your thighs, your soft flesh sinking beneath his fingers while the other grabs your ass. His palms are full of you, kneading and forcing you to grind down on him even more, smearing his face with your slick and heat. He laps at your soaked folds with obscene, wet slurps, tongue dragging up your slit, flicking your swollen clit just hard enough to make your vision blur. And before the air can leave your burning lungs, he pushes you forward slightly to thrust into your pussy, fucking up into your fluttering hole while he ruts the air like he is losing his mind. It steals your breath away even before you can take one.

"Waitwaitwait," you gasp. The sharp edge of another orgasm cuts through your nerves, but Bruk’x doesn’t stop. He just loosens his grip barely enough for you to look down at him.

You are dizzy, completely gone, and the sight of him only makes it worse.

His face is soaked, slick and glistening with spit and your cum. His lips are swollen, his mouth hanging open while his tongue flicks out every few seconds to get more of your taste.

"I can’t take another."

But he doesn’t even hear you. His eyes are half-lidded, glazed with lust, and your words don’t reach whatever is left of his brain.

"Of course you can," he murmurs, voice sticky and wet.

His hands tighten, forcing your cunt to hover just above his lips again, twitching, dripping, and you try to resist, you really do, but he makes a sound that cuts straight through you.

A high, cracked mewl. Pathetic. Starving for more.

A pout creeps onto his pussy-slick mouth, brows pulling into an offended scowl. He looks up at you like you just kicked him. What do you mean you don’t want to give him more? After how good he was to your pussy? How could you deny him now?

A needy little whimper that leaves his throat is all desperation and no dignity. "Please," he rasps, tongue flicking out again, still tasting the ghost of you on his lips. "Just once more. Just… one more time…"

And how could you say no to that?

[sum-stuff13]

Monster Bestfiend Accidentally Finds Your Only Fans

Monster best friend that accidentally finds your only fans. As soon as he sees your face, he goes to get off your page, but when he sees the giant monster dildo in your hand, he pauses. His finger hovers over the play button, his mind at war with itself on whether to see more. His conscience screams at him to put the phone down and forget he saw you there, but everything else screams at him to see more.

He gives in and clicks on your page, and his cock throbs as he realizes that every video is of you playing with all different monster dildos. He starts a video and can’t help but moan as you bounce up and down on a very large dildo, clearly modeled after a werewolf cock. Your tiny cunt stretched more than he would have thought possible for a little human. 

His hand is immediately wrapped around his throbbing cock and stroking in time with your movements. He growls as he watches your face scrunch up in pleasure, feeling his own release getting closer, far faster than he would like. 

As you let out a scream and gush all over the dildo, he finally cums, shooting all over his hand and the floor. He releases a small moan as he glances at his phone and sees the cum covering the screen over your naked body. 

The guilt slowly creeps in as he comes down from his high, and he vows he will never do this again. And he continues to break that vow every night as he crawls into bed, his cock cumming hard as he watches your videos, only to swear it’s the last time all over again. 

And when he sees you next, and his cock starts hardening immediately, he knows he is truly fucked. He’s just going to have to find a way to claim you for himself. At least he knows you have a thing for monsters and riding monster cock. He can’t wait to see you bouncing on his. 

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Fun fact: Many nordic people actually genuinely hate the all-white minimalist ~Scandinavian Interior Design~ type of decor. This kind of thing:

You know why? Because for about half the year, the whole entirety of the Outside World looks like this:

The people are already so goddamn starved of colour that they are getting scurvy. And then some evil fuck decided that the indoors can't have colour in it either.

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I have the opposite of what the catholics have going on. I think that if I'm irredeemably wretched and imperfect, that's not my problem, and it's god and my parents who should be begging for forgiveness about that. Why would I be ashamed of being their creation, they should be ashamed of creating me.