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âĄïžđ âą Happy old men
#loki#thor#thorki#midnott#midnott.art#they deserve to grow old together#and stop going for each other's throats#they're too old for this shit#but not too old to behave like love befuddled teens#King Thor
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âŠIt's nice. You're so noisy. [âŠ] Actually, it'd be better if we died together. That way, neither of us would have to suffer the pain of losing the other, right? Shut up.
KISEKI: DEAR TO ME Ep. 13
#kiseki: dear to me#kisekiedit#kdtm#kiseki dear to me#ai di x chen yi#chen yi x ai di#nat chen#chen bowen#louis chiang#chiang tien#jiang dian#userspring#uservid#userspicy#userrain#userjjessi#pdribs#*cajedit#*gif#AI DI'S FACE IN THE LAST GIFFFFFF IIIIIIIIII. LOOOOVE. HIIIMMMMM.#this might be the most romantic thing ive ever seen full stop#if you dont want to die with me so neither of us have to live without each other then why would i want you.#(but also ai di would have been okay with that. again. hes like. hes taking what he can get.#he thinks chen yi isnt as All In as he is....and this is the scene he realizes chen yi is just as insane about him and he is SOOOOO. happy!#i also love the face chen yi makes as he's getting in the car while ai di is calling at him to promise. he ROLLS HIS EYES.#he looks at ai di like. SURE jan. SURE ill let you die before me. SUUUURE i wont go insane if you die.#i just love how now theyre completely on the same page with each other. they know how much each loves the other#and both of them are so so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AGH.#'youre so noisy.' 'shut up.' chen yi just wants to kiss (hes laughing & fond & in love & not as good with words & its really. really cute.)#and the way he leans back and clears his throat like he cant believe what he just said but he would never take it back...baby...
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Iâm done pretending youâre my sister, youâre not. You killed her. Iâm not gonna let you stain her memory anymore.
Then stop me. âCause no matter what I do, I just canât seem to die.
#Arcane#League of Legends#arcaneedit#animationedit#loledit#Vi#Jinx#*mine#oh wait you hear that sound??#yeah that's just the sound of my heart shattering into a MILLION PIECES#ugh they're the most tragic pair of siblings ever...#also goddamn the animation in this series always go so f*cking hARD!!!#like these slow motion shots really amplifies the raw emotions behind the fight between Vi and Jinx#like it hurts so baddd but it also hurts so goooood y'know??#i know they can never possibly return to the way they were before...#but please... please stop fighting đđ#just let each other go... and live your separate lives without constantly being at each other's throats
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There's a lot of (fully deserved) praise for Jane going round about how competent he is at both his job and in his role as a mentor but I would like to take a moment to offer some praise to Ryan for his own (emotional) competence when he was trying to work out how to comfort Pie.
Checking on her directly would be the instinctive thing to do but 1) would have made others aware that she'd made a mistake during the shoot and potentially get them asking questions and 2) made her focus on the thing she probably could do without thinking about now she's off duty. So instead Ryan finds a way to bring up how important her role was during the shoot (a role she did very well at) and which was essential to it's smooth and timely running.
He basically found a way to go "hey you made a mistake but, without you doing your other task well (a task you felt was setting you off to the side), we would have been even further behind schedule.
#thai bl#the trainee the series#the trainee#most people would NOT have the tact#Jane is right in that Ryan is great at assisting/helping people#and not just in terms of doing work tasks#Ryan is going to end up being that team member that stops everyone from having breakdowns/going for each others throats#and quite frankly every work team needs someone like that because without them workplace not very enjoyable
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Seeing the words 'jason fighting crime w the batfam' makes me turn red w anger. Like his whole fucking point in utrh is that you can't defeat crime!! Batman's methods DON'T work!!! You can't defeat crime, you can only control it!!! His whole fucking point is that he's broken away from Bruce's ideals, Bruce's ways, Bruce's opinions and plans and now he's doing things his way. And then you just discard everything interesting about the Red Hood for the purposes of having him be part of the Batfam and it's infuriating!!!
#my dc posting#dc#jason todd#red hood#batfamily#i would genuinely rather see him and the batfam hating each other and being at each others throats#than for him to abandon his ideals n morals n plans just for dad's approval#cus its like.#you dont actually care abt jason as an independent character w his own things going on#you only want him in relation to the other bats and that means he must be Wrong and they must be Right#and ofc as soon as jason stops being so angry and hurt and sees things from their perspective#he abandons everything he's worked for and crawls back to them#like. ._.#theres one rly good post abt how he cant just stop being a crimelord. he cant just abandon that whole thing#without leaving a whole lotta ppl in the dark#and once u have jason leave those ppl to rot just for a chance of his family's approval im like. ah. i do not like this version of him
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What if Kevin had gone to Wymack after Kayleigh died. What if Kayleigh figured out her time was running out but could not for the life of her (literally) figure out how or if her son would be safe. What if Kayleigh Day knew that Kevin ending up with The Ravens would be the worst outcome and had made sure that plans were in place for Kevin to go to Wymack.
What if Wymack shows up at her funeral, seeing little Kevin and can't believe how much he looks like Kayleigh in person. How much he looks like him. And only finds out that he was Kevin's chosen guardian as per her wishes when her lawyer approaches him at the will reading. What if Tetsuji and Riko tried to fight that claim but Wymack immediately jumped on that responsibility.
What if Wymack raised Kevin?
#shut up capt#callum rumbles#Wymack already having the Foxes and Abby but being unable to let go of them for Kevin so he takes both in stride#Kevin being able to go to an actual highschool and being pretentious as he was always destined to be#getting top grades in all of his History/Social Studies classes but having chemistry blow up in his face#Wymack trying to help Kevin with some complicated Algebra 2 but throwing the papers across the table#Kevin always hanging around Wymack during practice and picking up on good coaching skills and maybe not so great language#Father & Son days where they are a bit awkward but are ultimately comfortable around each other because Kevin has been around longer#maybe when Kevin is a teenager Tetsuji gives Wymack the Kayleigh Letter#they do a paternity test immediately#but Kevin was already his son#he was already 'Dad'#the letter changes nothing besides kevin knowing who his bio dad is#Wymack calling him a plethora of bad Son nicknames and subjecting Kevin to dad jokes#by the time he is enrolled in Palmetto Wymakc has made too many references to Kevin's childhood that medicated Andrew brings them up 24/7#'kevin i know you hated cliantro from ages 10 to 12 so dont make drink that sludge unless you want it shoved down your throat'#'dad has got to stop talking about me to you assholes'#aftg#kevin day#david wymack#coach wymack#kayleigh day#dont tell me if you cant do this irl let me live in ignorance /lh j
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The entire debate on Mike's sexuality is so, like we'd be so far past this if everyone could understand that people interpret scenes differently.
#byler#stop trying to convince people of anything atp#if they don't agree#then they don't agree#yes#some people are going to say things that are insensitive and then whine when something insensitive is said about their stance#but like who cares?#if you're confident you're right#stay right and stop trying to step on each other's throats
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klapollo but they're like bowser & luigi and/or vise-versa. end post (passes out in the middle of the street)
#i am stuck waiting for the shuttle when i have so much finals stuff to do and so little energy. this is the posts ur getting#im tired and maybe sick (sore throat)#and so im making connections in my brain that i shouldnt make#such as bowser đ€ klavier (homoerotic behavior)#and luigi đ€ apollo (dude i want to go home)#i think. u can very easily combine bowser & klaviers styles together bc theyre like. a step away from each other#also i would love to see klavvy wear spikes i think it would be cool#apollo on the other hand needs to look stupid in a halloween luigi costume its how it should be#anyway i need to stop typing this before i get too embarassed to post it#rando thoughtz
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Girl, I'm Into It!
Synopsis. Jusâ take it, girl, doesnât matter if someone sees.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, EXHĂBITIONISM, cĂșmplay, the elders, Getoâs cĂșlt, creampĂes, getting interrupted, cĂłckwarming, GOJOâS POWERS, face-sĂtting (fem), true form!Sukuna, dp, semi-public, spĂtting, VERY pĂșssydrĂșnk Geto, overstĂm, spĂĄnking, brĂ©eding (Gojo), marathons, showing off, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 5.9k
A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - A mouthful, woman!
âMhmââ Tojiâs babbling out a drawn-out groan, dragging the sharp bridge of his nose down your drooling slit. Veering slow and syrupy where your clit was just throbbing, âYeah, that last job- actually. Gimme a sec, Shiu.â
And you can only gasp when heâs trapping that glaring phone screen between his ear and his shoulder, sliding the calloused expanse of his palm up, up, up your arched spine.Â
Curling gently around your throat, âNow, who said you can stop sittinâ on mâface, doll?â
Itâs said low - dangerous - loud enough that it just reached your ears above those saturated squelches.Â
âB-but-â you shudder. âShiu can-â
âB-b-but what?â Heâs licking his slick-glossed lips, pooling your sweet sweet juices on his pinkish tongue. And oh just that one taste makes Toji moan, makes his eyes roll to the back of his head, thick fingers coming down in a swift smack! to hurry your honeyed answer. âSânot good to ah- leave someone hanging, yâknow?â
His best friend on the other end of the line be damned, Toji was going to taste your pretty pussy one way or the other.Â
âYo, Fushiguro- where the hell did ya go?â
That makes you just jump, earning a rough snicker from the man underneath you. Words puffing out against your hole in a feverish pant, âRelax, girl, mâmuted already.âÂ
And the rest of Shiuâs crackling voice canât even register in his melty brain right now, canât even be heard over that sudden gruff murmur ripping from his throat at the needy little drip! drip! drip! of your weepy cunt down his lolling tongue. Sliding all the way to the back of his throat. âFor now.â
Tojiâs prominent Adamâs apple bobs ravenously, before heâs just dragging your pliant body with a harsh tug - until your entire body weight is seated on his slutty mouth.
Exactly how he liked- no, loved it.
âSee?â Sharp canines nip gently at your puffed-up pussy lips, you could feel Tojiâs leering smirk widen, only plunging his pretty face deeper and deeper where you needed him the most. âWas that so hard?â
âN-noââ youâre mewling out, the truth babbling out of you when he slips past your swollen folds easily. Drinking in languid, calculated strokes up and down up and down up and-
âHelloooo? Ya better not have fucked off again, Fushiguro.â
Ah, yes. Tojiâs rolling his eyes, taking his frustration out by giving you another stinging swat along your ass.Â
And itâs so messy - youâre so sloppy on top of him that it takes a few glissading taps down his phone before Toji can finally unmute himself. Eyes bleary, ears thundering, mouth so drunken that he could barely speak - your pussy coating him in a sticky sheen of your slick with each ounce of pleasure.Â
âWhaddaya say again, Shiu?â heâs slurring out - hoarse, strangled. The solid curve of his thumb gliding in a sopping wet dance across your sensitive clit, âSorry was- eating.â
Toji laughs - he laughs - muffling the deep sounds by suckling on your leaky clit. Lapping at each and every pearlescent bead of your juices, high cheekbones hollowing out to scratch his obscene little taste buds roughly against the very peaked tip.
âYouâre really eating mid-call?â
Shit, Toji can already feel the way you grow even more drenched at that, gushing out in a silken wave that dribbles down his chin.Â
Smack!
Itâs as if he was taunting you to break - to whine loud enough that Shiu would hear. Tojiâs free hand is tightening around your neck, hauling you all over his face to meet in the messiest French kiss. âOh you have no hah- idea.â
Itâs just about the last thing said before Tojiâs bullying his long tongue past that taut entrance to your sloppy hole, only needing one, two tiny grinds before your gummy walls are sucking him up deliciously. Molding around each one of his hazy drags, every saturated swirl around your cozy channel.Â
âWell can ya be so fuckinâ loud-â Youâre biting down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood at Shiuâs little complaint. âSeriously- what are you even eating, you animal?â
âJusâ a lilâ something sweet. The cutest of desserts.â Nosy prick, heâs musing half-deliriously. âNow are ya gonna t-talk business or do I needa hang up?â
But Toji knows he wonât be hanging up - not by the way every rattled-off detail about his next mission has you grinding your pussy down even more desperately onto his mouth. Snapping those delicate strings of spit and slick with each slobbering drag. Addicted. Hypnotic.Â
Enough so that he doesnât even know the date of his next job - and right now, Toji didnât care.Â
And you half-wonder how his tongue wasnât cramping up right now, how his voice wasnât just raw from those faint grunts of affirmation dragged out at Shiuâs conversation - non-stop, purposeful.Â
And so was he.
You didnât know who wanted you to cum more - you, or him.Â
But when you do - youâre utterly sure that itâs your dear boyfriend.Â
âSh-shit-â you whisper, breath hitching with each desperate moan threatening to break free. And your nails just claw down his sculpted abs, hips gyrating in drippingly wet swivels with his tongue. Sure Shiu could hear now- âMâgonna cum-â They grow longer - sloppier. âToji, mâcumming mâcumming- f-fuck-â
All Toji can do is giggle, as if he was fucked-out already. Shakily dipping his head further to ride you through your high, his nose nudges past your spread folds, into the base of your pussy, pointed chin kissing up against your puffy clit. Placing wet thrust after thrust that have you convulsing on top of him, the tiniest ah! ah! ah! leaving your ragged mouth when you feel his big beefy biceps flexing in a vice-like grip around your neck to hold you still.Â
Addictive.
So much so that heâs barely even registering Shiuâs little, âYou got all that?â
And you swear you hear Tojiâs tough baritone crack at the very end, verging on a whine when he mumbles, âY-yeah yeah- got all of it.â
âAlright, and- Fushiguro?â
âMhm?â
âAt least let a man join next time.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Over-overtime
âKen-â
âShh, my love.â
âBut Ken!â
Immediately, youâre feeling the soft graze of all five of Nanamiâs thick fingers curling over your jaw-dropped mouth. Your shared, golden wedding ring cool over your heated skin when he puffs out in a feverish heave, âPlease ah- quieten down those pretty moans, unless you w-want to be caught, darling.â
Honestly, Nanami wouldnât even mind right now - wouldnât even care for anything other than swiveling his hips into yours in a slow, sultry cadence.
Angry, red tip pushing you further and further into those important documents he should really be working on right about now. Your tight silken skirt riding high, hands scrambling towards the ends of his cool office desk-
âB-but-â youâre whining, muffled through his digits. â-but it feels so hck! good-âÂ
You little minx. Nanami can feel himself just gush out a trail of steamingly hot precum in response to your pretty moans, jaw clenching while he tries to hold back the deepest of guttural groans from breaking free.Â
It was the first time heâd ever ignored any form of overtime for something like this. But feeling the slight shiver in your thighs, the way your pretty tits heave with each gasping inhale - shiiit, did he wish he did this sooner.Â
Every night of overtime, every lunch break, every meeting.Â
âS-sâthat so?â heâs rasping, and the desk rattles when he picks up the pace. Ricketing after every smack! of his thick, hefty balls against your ass, girthy cock stretching you out maddeningly. âMy cute lilâ wife w-wants so badly to moan out? To scream my name?â
âYesââ you sob, and your trembly fingers can do nothing but snatch the yellow velvet of his favorite tie. Hauling your husband even pressingly closer, âD-donât care if they hah- hear, need you, Ken-â
Fuck, thatâs enough to have him gasping, entire body wracking with an almost-violent shiver.Â
Moaning.
Frantically, his sweat-slicked head snaps towards the door - the shut door.Â
Breathing out a sigh of relief, he nuzzles down the tender column of your neck. Nosing into your sweetened spots, âHah- wouldnât- wouldnât even mind being fired for this heavenly pussy, my love-â he confesses. But for all how sweet his words were toned, Nanami only pounds you deeper against the desk. Now clattering against the wall with how roughly he was spearing into your melty depths. âBut I donât want them seeing my wife.â
The hand around your mouth was nothing more than a little formality at this point, and Nanami himself was getting so dangerously loud-
Each grunt is punctuated by a meaningful slam into your drippingly wet cunt. Slurring out a little with each one, loosely whispering saccharine praises in your ear.Â
âSo pretty-â he kisses the corner of your lips, your chin. Ravenous thumb reaching down to pull at your neglected clit, âSo fucking sexy- ah you feel s-so good.â Leering smile too unlike him, growing at every one of your plush squeezes. âSo- so loud-â
And, truly, the stuffy corporate room was so heady with the hypnotic smell and sound of sex - the sound of you two.Â
But Nanami still wasnât done.
âM-move your hand, darling.â he hiccups out, and you already know what heâs talking about. Scrambling to shift away the now-sopping wet hand youâd cushioned to deter the wet thwack of his cum-filled balls against your ass, his toned pelvis on your ass. They ring thunderously in your ears, âYeah- yeahhh, fuck- jusâ like that.â
Without the barrier of your hand in the way, heâs hiking up one powerful thigh onto the smooth plane of the desk. The change in angle nudging his fattened tip against your bulging g-spot, drawing swift, sopping glides. He was so out of control now.Â
And whateverâs left of his rational self knows that maybe he should slow down - be more mindful of the resounding squelches that your slutty cunt was drumming up.
But he couldnât bring himself to care.Â
Not when your slicked walls are clamping down around him so tight. Your eyes fluttering shut, spine arching definitively, mouth dropping open with the most honeyed call of his name when you cum.Â
The noise so addictive - his favorite song - that Nanami isnât too far behind. Overfilling your poor cunt over and over with thick globs of his cum.Â
And god it was so much of it that Nanami doesnât even realize when his arm falls down limply to cup your cheek, messily kissing your puckered-up lips. You whine into the heated kiss of teeth and lips when he gushes out in velvety ropes of potent seed.Â
So fucking much. Enough to paint a glossy ring around his thick base, soaking those tufts of blond, dribbling down in a creamy pool at his polished work shoes, slippery.
âO-oh fuck yeah-â heâs spitting profanity after profanity. Twitchy cock still fucking you through the peaks of your own high, âShhh- sh- câmon now, milk me- milk fuck, take it all fâmeââ
So caught up in his own bliss that Nanami finds his head lolling to the side when heâs finally cracking his eyes open - more to take a look upon that gorgeously fucked-out expression on your face than anything. When his gaze catches on something else-
The door.Â
Open.Â
A stunned Higuruma standing right by it, one hand holding a pile of documents that were sure to be the work he was actually supposed to be doing, the other adjusting his too-tight pants.
Which, while Nanami understood - hell, he could feel his still-cumming dick spurt out another gripping load of wispy white - didnât mean he was going to let it slide. Not even for his closest coworker.Â
âO-on the other handâŠâ he muses, throat shot. Looking right into greedy, alarmed eyes when he rubs a lazy gyration on your throbbing clit, bring the glossy, sheened digits up, up, up to his mouth. Tongue lingering on his glistening wedding ring, âWhy dontcha be as loud as possible fâme, my love?â
⥠GETO SUGURU - So? Let âem see.
âFuck-â Getoâs panting out, dark brows knitting tighter together after each wrenched-out moan. âFuck.â
God, it was just about the least he could word out right now - words a ragged pitch, head throwing backwards with each smooth squeeze of your sopping wet pussy around into his swollen cock. Slow, languid glides that only made him impossibly harder.Â
And part of him knows, he should keep up that cold, cult-leader facade in front of the group gathered around you two this very moment. To show off how calculating he really is when something is done wrong.
How no oneâs safe - not even you, his sweet, special second-in-command.
But youâre looking over your shoulder at him with those glassy, tear-filled eyes and heâs already defeated. Nothing against you.Â
âS-Suguââ you whimper, drool dripping down the side of your lips - which he cranes down to lick away with a lazy swipe. Pinning you down with the weight of his hulkingly sculpted body to prevent your mindless little gyrations.
But Geto already knows that wonât stop your trembly fingers from wrapping around the base of his pretty red cock, hot and heavy in your hand. Begging, âI need you to fuck me so bad- need you ngh-â
He was painfully rock-hard, cum-filled balls pulled so taut that he almost looked like heâd burst if he wasnât pummeling inside your gummy walls this very second. And just squeeze of your soft palm has Getoâs thick, round tip coating down your wrist in a swelteringly hot coat of his precum. Glossy and translucent.Â
Needy.
âHeh, ya sick of cockwarming already, gorgeous?â heâs leering down at you with a sexily smug smirk, pearly white teeth biting his bottom lip raw to hold back his tiny grunts. âMânot sure youâve m-made it up to us already-â
âPlease!â
Smack!
His slender fingers soothe over the stinging imprint across your ass, Getoâs leaning back to take in that heavenly view with his half-lidded eyes. The way your greedy pussy drips! down onto the tatami mats, how you shiver so prettily on all fours for him.
Taking only a split-second to drench his slender digits on the mess you were trailing down his cock, bullying them unapologetically between your lips. Getoâs chest rumbles with the vibrations of his ragged whisper in your ear, âWatch it, pretty girl.â
Youâre choking around his thick fingers - such a sweet, sweet sound that almost hurts Geto to talk over.Â
Turning to the rest of the eagerly-watching room- âSo, dâyou think my gorgeous girl deserves it? After she-â Swirling his digits around your tongue, pressing hard into the narrow back of your throat. â-failed our last mission?â
Your ears are ringing, eyes too bleary to look up at any of the expressions of your fellow members. âSugu-â
âShhhââ Getoâs deeply rich tone is soothing, though the way his leaky tip just twitches is anything but. âWeâre holdinâ a vote- sârude to interrupt a vote.â
And fuck, Geto didnât care about a fucking vote, didnât care what any one else has to say. Honestly, he doesnât think he even got through counting half the hands raised - or what it was even for. Â
But you feel the way his achy cock swells up even thicker, expanding your clingy channel to your limits. His fat, bulbous tip only grows toastier inside of you, throbbing in a thrumming tempo. Faster. Desperate.Â
âSh-shit- s-so deep-â youâre hiccuping, hands trembling with fatigue where you were holding yourself up. And had it not been for one of Getoâs big, strong arms circling firmly around your waist, it wouldâve been absolutely impossible to stop yourself from collapsing into a needy mess right in front of him.Â
Ah, but right now Geto felt like a needy mess - having teased both of yourself to the ends of your insanity by now.
He has to blink back the overstimulated tears in his eyes, huff and puff that guttural whine in his voice, the sheer excitement in his eyes. âWell thenâŠâ Getoâs purring, planting a path of hot pecks down your neck. âMajority wins.â
And then it feels like youâre being split apart, like youâre being thrust all the way into the ends of your lungs with how hard Getoâs pounding into you. Not even giving you a split-second to accommodate before he rummages his heated cock around your tight pussy. The very outer rides of his prominent veins peeking into your sensitive spots.Â
You scramble to grab onto the carpet, the silken sheets, anything when his powerful hips reel back and forth back and forth back and-
âWhat?â he heaves out as a voice pipes up nearby. Taking a few sloppy seconds to actually register the words let alone the language, with how good you felt milking the fucking soul out of him. âOh- youâre right-â
Suddenly, heâs sitting back on his knees, dragging you with him like some glorified ragdoll. Geto snickers into the tender crook of your neck, your body all limp and pliant on top of him, seated until you were spearheaded so thoroughly on his messy erection.Â
Eyes rolling to the back of his head, long strands of his inky hair sticking to his sweat-sheened forehead, picking up such a merciless cadence. Sharp hip bones dig into you, Getoâs hefty balls sure to leave a raised circular imprint on your thighs, his tip on your cervix - your lungs.Â
âDonâ be shy~ let âem see, theyâre- theyâre sayinâ youâre trying to ah- r-run awayââ heâs whining in your ear, defined canines sinking down into your ear lobe. âBegged to be fucked nâ this is the th-thanks I get? Mâheartbroken, gorgeous.â
But oh, he didnât sound like it - not even close.Â
Dragging his wet, wet lips in a sodden kiss against your sagging mouth, Geto sounded like he was about to laugh. âNow- does everyone here think she deserves a lilâ punishment for that, too?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - âSh-shh, babyâŠâ
Choso canât do anything right now, canât even say anything other hushed, broken praises and urgent warnings in your ear to quiet down.Â
But oh he shouldâve known that your teasing self wouldnât listen. He shouldâve known that youâd be toying with his sanity the second you slipped under those blankets with him for Itadori family movie night. That youâd run your greedy fingers across the sensitive curve of his dick - taunting. For just a second - before escaping towards the bathroom with a wink, taking his rationality right along with you-
âSpacing out, Cho?â youâre giggling from the smoothened marble counter, batting those sultry lashes up at him in a way that makes his overworked cock twitch. âOr are ya just thinking about me again?â
And, well, the movie probably ended hours ago.
The sound of your pretty voice is enough to make him whine, to have his thick fingers bunching up at the hem of your translucently drenched panties - still pulled just enough aside to have him grind up deeper into you.Â
âN-no-â His lower lip wobbles with that panted-out answer, burning cheeks hidden away when your sweet boyfriend swipes over the curve of his thumb to your leaky cunt. Smearing that glossy trail of cum from your sodden slit, âJusâ- hngh, donâ squeeze me like that, baby- jusâ thinking that maybe we should h-head back.â
He says this, but you feel the way Chosoâs reddened cock just weeps out another sloshing gush of milky precum, stretching out your already-overfilled walls with another coat of his. Just once.Â
And then again. And again.
âSh-shit-â Heâs suddenly rutting his hips unsteadily, ferally, pulling out the most drippingly wet squelches when he bullies the very rotund tip of his fat head into your cervix. Sweat-sheened forehead drooping against yours, rosy red lips slacking open, âShit shit shit shit- have to- have to go- but Iâm so hngh! so addicted, ahh my pretty girl-â
Just one, powerful jackhammer was enough to get him pussydrunk all over again.
âY-yeah?â you ask, struggling through fucked-out gasps. Your hands find their way around his broad shoulders now, tracing over those deep red nail marks clawed across his creamy skin. âWhat about the m-â
âDonât you d-dare mention the movie-â
Choso finds it impossible to hide the broken sob in his words, to not let a big fat tear splatter onto your own lips when his furious cock massages your plush walls back and forth.Â
âSâprobably o-over and-â And shit, he canât hold back anymore, muffling those honeyed moans with pressurized peck after peck. Leaving your lips ragged and half-bruised. âAnd I ngh- d-didnât even get to pay attention and-â Abruptly, Chosoâs head is thrown back, brows scrunching, voice whimpering. â-fuck weâre gonna get- caught-â
It was so loud - those saturated slurps emanating out from your needy pussy every time you were milking him dry.Â
That sodden slap! of skin-on-skin echo across this snug, heady bathroom and making Chosoâs cheeks flush with embarrassment. And heâs sure his family outside can hear it through the door. Fuck-Â
Yet, heâs pounding meanly into your gummy pussy, dewy eyes locked onto that heavenly view of his glistening cock disappearing with each one. Your swollen folds rubbed raw with every kiss against his thick base, bulging outwardly, snapping delicate strings of cum and you you you-
âThen- then why donât we oh- stop, baby?â youâre purring, tugging on his damp strands of hair. âIf youâre so scared of g-getting caught we can-â
âNo!â
If it was any other moment, youâd have toyed with poor Choso just a bit more for interrupting you - and heâd apologize and apologize until you crack.
But right now, the only thing you could focus on was how he was fucking you into the counter even harder, to indent that cool surface onto your skin, to mark the round divot of his tip into your g-spot. Over and over.
âThen what do you w-want, sweetheart?â you gasp, feeling blood pump rapidly into every solid inch of him. Growing him even bigger, even girthier - stretching out your very insides until you could feel Choso brush over every single nook and cranny inside you.Â
âWant you-â heâs moaning. Voice lilting higher in pitch and volume with each wrenched-out word. âWant you want you want- want you ngh- d-donât even care anymore.âÂ
Drunk on your pussy, he barely even realizes it when heâs smearing his fingers across that sopping wet gloss of around your inner thighs. Pooling each thick dredge, before just plugging them back into your overstuffed pussy.
âHngh!â
âShhh sh-shhâŠâ His mouth hovers agonizingly closer to yours, and for a second, you think that Choso is going to place a sweet kiss upon your lips. But, insead, heâs tilting his head ever-so-slightly to suck on your tongue.
âGotta be q-quiet-â heâs keening like a mantra, riotous digits now swiveling around and around your clit. Tired, sloppy but still never-ending - swollen twitching wildly inside your dripping cunt. âQuiet- ah fuck gotta-â Mouth running a mile a minute, you were so soft inside every time he was mashing into your sweet spots. He was out of control now. âCanât be- caught- ah- please-â
And maybe at this very moment, Jin is turning up the volume to the tv even past its maximum, grandpa Itadori takes off his hearing aid - Sukuna just cackles.Â
Because in a split-second, Chosoâs slamming his hand down on the counter beside you, groaning huskily into your ear, spitting out curse after curse when he cums and cums against your snug walls until he couldnât anymore.Â
You feel his spazzing wet shaft heaten up inside you, pumping out blanks now. Heavy balls squeezing like heâd run out of his voluminous, thick cum. âW-wait did you just hah!â
âM-maybeâŠ.fuck-â Choso drags his lips down your jaw, sharply nipping tiny bites for everyone to see. âYâknow, baby- I think I hear another movie playinâ.â
Shit.
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Queen of curses
Ryomen Sukuna would never admit it - would never even think to hint at it - but oh, how he loved having you like this.
With your bleary head lolling into his pecs, drool swiping a glossy glide across his smooth skin, hips squirming and just jittering atop where he had you sat all prettily on two matchingly aching cocks. Unmoving. Unrelenting.Â
All in front of them.
âWell- whaddaya think, brat?â Sukunaâs leering down into your dazed eyes with his devilish red ones. âYou think they hah- deserve death?â
Everyone - everyone - in Sukunaâs decadent throne room flinches. All the way from the spattering of lower curses groveling at the much larger demonâs feet, to you. The staggering curvature of your spine bowing only deeper, batting your teary lashes up at him.Â
âI- I donât-â Each gasped-out little answer catches in your chest at the rabid thump! thump! thumping of his furious heads against your gummy walls.Â
His true form was so incredibly massive. Pressing up thoroughly in an indenting little swivel - god, no matter how many times you took him, the intense stretch of his girthy shafts always left your clingy walls struggling to accommodate him, scrambling for your sanity.Â
âDonât?â
And it comes out higher-pitched than Sukunaâs usual rumbling baritone. An almost-believable little look of shock splattered all across his handsome face as he tightens two beefy arms around your body.Â
âMy queen is sayinâ she doesnât know?â Heâs bouncing his muscular knee in both annoyance, and to drag your slobbering pussy down each length. Tiny, punishing gyrations back and forth. âCan ya believe this?â
It takes you a few more sloppily spent seconds to realize with a jolt that heâs not addressing you in that last sentence - your glassy gaze fixated on how he tilts his head at the few curses behind you two. Snickering out a bout of dark laughter, âMy lilâ human- the queen, sâtoo cockdrunk to even hand your sorry asses your fates.â
Huffing, you pound at his broad chest in a way that he thinks almost tickles. Mumbling with the sort of pout that makes him throb, âSânot m-my fault, Kuna!â
âNot your faultâ is an understatement - because Sukunaâs hips were slowly but surely rocking upwards into your sopping cunt. Busying one of his hands with gripping your hips roughly, rummaging your insides with every thorough ram, one of his swollen cocks branding against your g-spot, the other making circular indents along your cervix. Â
âAwww, youâre absolutely right, woman.â he slurs out. âSâmy fault you w-wanâed to ride my cock while I hold court, hm?â Jostling you on top of him to manspread, holding on tight to the armrests of his throne to just fuck up into you. âMy fault your p-pretty pussyâs too selfish?â
You can only keen when his hefty set of balls sting against your ass, and the tiniest of jolts to your body has Sukuna seizing the opportunity to dip his hand down to your throbbing clit.Â
Toying. Pulling. Rolling.Â
âP-please-â youâre whining out a syrupy string of profanities that make him titter, and the stupefied curses behind you gasp. Stupidly, âMânot selfish- hngh-â
Shit, your pretty moans were such music to his ears. And one glimpse at the scum behind you two revealed that they thought so too. Heh, which is probably whatâs spurring him to slam into you even deeper, to thumb your pussy lips apart and show off how well you were milking inch after inch of him.Â
And those other curses could already spy the way Sukuna bulged even bigger inside of you, the way your dewy eyes rolled to the back of your head.Â
They almost had half the mind to be concerned if it wasnât for that uncharacteristically sappy smile on their kingâs face.
âDamn. Is that so?â his hips grind up into yours faster. Sloppier. The hard lines of his hip bones making themselves at home imprinting against yours. Sukuna cranes his head down to bite at your slack lips, dangerous. âThen why dontcha hah- give these little heathens their punishment for disrespecting your king?â
Itâs just about all you can do to whirl your teary gaze backwards, meeting widened sets of cursed eyes. Watching. Waiting. Greedy gazes dipping down-
âJ-jusâ finish them off-â youâre squealing, sputtering to get out your words in full when Sukunaâs thick fingers move inhumanly fast on your clit. Quick, taunting circles. âJus- fuck-â
That earns you the tiniest of swats on your sensitive nub - and he was being nice. âAh ah- what a naughty mouth. Honestly, mâthinkinâ you should be the one to be punished - wouldnât you trash agree?â
You donât get to hear their answer - but you donât have to, either.Â
Because just then, two, thick fingers tap on the side of your cheek - and you already knew what that meant. You didnât even have to think about it before letting your mouth fall open in haste, tongue lolling out perfectly.Â
His absolute favorite part when Sukuna spits - once. Twice. A thick wad of honeyed saliva right onto the middle of your taste-buds, splattering in a translucent puddle down the side of your mouth. All despite his famously perfect aim.Â
Sukuna grins, wiping another one of his thumb across your lower lip. On purpose, of course.Â
âThere- one punishment down andâŠâ In only a split-second, you feel yourself being flipped - easily, pliantly - to have your back pressed up against all the ridges and curves of Sukunaâs muscles. Two bulging cocks still spearheaded all the way into the very back of your poor pussy, rough palms weighted underneath your legs, spreading you open almost shamefully in front of your audience. â-one more to go.â
The audience that Sukuna was pussydrunken enough to half-forget by now.Â
âAh, you pathetic scum are still here.â His chest vibrates with hissed-out words, breath hot against your ear. Heâs whispering - to you, this time, âWhaddaya say- if ya squirt on mâcock Iâll finish âem off, my queen?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - POWA
Not one. Not two.
Not even the entire council of elders could stop Satoru Gojo from taking exactly what he wanted - you.Â
Not the way your joints were protesting at this rude mating press he had you folded into, how his poor, overworked cock was twitching a mile a minute trying to keep up with his vigorous cadence - not even the fact that the two of you were being heard.
âT-Toruââ youâre begging, but it comes out as more of a strangled little mess of moans than anything. Your nails claw rawly down his back - yards upon yards of red, red lines. âThe elders are just- out- the- door-â
Oh, but it was so hard to spit out any coherent sentences with the way that your husband was ramming his swollen cock into your with reckless abandon. Each and every ragged thrust like his hips were moving before his very mind - like he was just chasing that toasty hug of your walls.Â
It takes a few more sloppy spearheads into the very back of your cunt before his pussydrunk brain can manage to find the words, âSo what?â
Youâre gasping when his palm comes down in a shuddering smack! right onto the smooth tatami of your living room floor. Too depraved. Too restless to have taken you anywhere else.Â
Those pressurized waves causing the tiniest of tremors in the ground underneath you - more to piss off the grumbling elders outside than anything, if those muffled whispers were anything to go by.
For them to hear, to imagine. But not to see - no, because Gojo Satoru was a possessive bastard over his dear wife.Â
âThey sh-show up to my Estate-â he gasps out - voice dragged hoarse, each word spat with the utmost venom you havenât heard Gojo talk with to even his deepest of enemies. âInterrupt my time with my wife to demand hah- shitty talks of clan politics and- heirs.â And you swear his cerulean eyes just glow in the dim lighting, biting down hard on your earlobe, âAnd expect not to get a firsthand experience on makinâ an heir, heh-â
Youâre keening when it seems like heâs hitting all your sweetened spots at such an inhuman pace. Scrunched eyes tinging with slight blue lightning when he glides a splayed-out palm across your stomach-
âF-fuck, Toru-â your own greedy gaze widens when his long index draws an invisible line halfway across your stomach. Deftly feeling for that bulging nudge of his fattened tip denting into your g-spot, smirking at that feeble recoil. âAre- are you using six eyes?â
At this, Gojoâs babbling out a humorless bout of laughter - broken, higher-pitched, murmured into the corner of your mouth.Â
âAnd?â His aching cock was just sobbing swelteringly hot precum with every surging ram, and so was Gojo - the stimulation of your plushy walls and the use of his jujutsu too much that he can feel his eyes well up with big, bulbous tears. âHafta- hngh! hafta give âem a lilâ lesson on how strong our heirâs gonna be, right, sweetheart?â
You finding yourself clinging desperately onto Gojoâs snowy locks, boring up into his half-lidded, red-rimmed eyes. âY-yes- gonna hafta- hngh- just hafta have you fill me up, Toruââ
Clearly, that was not what he was expecting.
Because this little answer leaves the strongest heaving in deep inhales of air. Barely even realizing the slow, lazy nod heâs giving you - a fucked-out grin spreading across his pretty features when he tilts his head towards your firmly shut sliding door.Â
âMhm- jusâ- hngh-â he groans, head throwing back at the mess of gooey translucence that dribbles its way down from your snugly filled cunt. âJusâ need ya to say it a ah- little louder fâme, my wife- p-please?â
âWanâ you t-to give me an heir-â
âLouder, sweetheart.â
âWan-â
âLouder-â
You scream - you moan. And you cum, crashing into your orgasm headfirst, faster than either of you expected-
âFuck- fuck yeah, gonna fill ya up-â Gojoâs gaping in awe, unable to rip his eyes away from your beautiful face all twisted in ecstasy. Just the very furrow in your brows, the trickle of drool at the corner of your lips, the way your hot insides massage him so snug makes him fuck you into the tatami faster. âGonna make ya a p-pretty momma- hngh- all round nâ glowing- Give you all my cum until all they can see is me- fuck- me me me.â
Forehead pressed up damply against yours, his abs burn at the fervent drive of his weeping dick. Sensitive shaft feeling his thick precum slosh around your insides with each aggressive grind.Â
And heâs fucking wondering already how you two havenât broken bones yet.Â
Much, much later, heâll figure out that it was his reverse cursed technique. That his cock runs red and raw after tonight, that the power bursts out in all prefectures in Tokyo when Gojo Satoru finally cums.Â
Halfway on purpose - letting loose of his jujutsu a bit more than necessary.Â
He snickers at the chorus of gasps from outside when shards of lightbulbs flow across the room, whimpers spilling from his ravaged mouth. âHeheh- serves âem right-â Drilling into you sloppily, so deep. âGonna f-find out- gonna fuck a baby into ya- hngh- an heir- fuck serves âem rightââ
Oh, heâs running his mouth a mile a minute with little nonsense - and you canât speak at all. Feeling those darting spurts of his potent seed at your very lungs, the sheer volume knocking against your womb. Over and over in a silky white gloss. It drools out of your sopping wet slit, soiling a puddle underneath your sweat-slicked bodies.Â
âOh, sweetheart-â Gojo simpers, and shit, you already knew his tone didnât bode well for your poor, overspilling pussy. His eyes lock on the door, âI donât think our guests have left yet-â
âBecause you froze them with your jujutsu-â
âHow about another round?â
A/N. These poor side characters do NOT get paid enough lemme tell ya that.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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⧠âșËł cw. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationship, mıssionary, praise, brÄeding, petnames, mdni.
nanami who always finds himself in your sheets and between your legs after a long day at work.
âthink i want a baby, âken.â
and he took those six simple words personally. nanamiâs giving you slow, languid strokes, rolling his hips against yours. he groans at your nails clawing all down his back. as you briefly meet his gaze, youâre met with the most kindest, fawn eyes. all you saw in them were nothing but pools of love with a sprinkle of lust. âoh,â he huskily grunts, hearing the sloshing wet stretch deep into your cunt. heâs stunned for a bit before going deep into imagination. the thought of making your cute tummy all swollen and rounded, it makes him gnaw on his lip like candy.
âmy love,â he swallows thickly, a familiar lump forming into the back of his throat. nanami leans into you, his rhythm growing more and more sloppy. youâre jerking back, an ankle of yours sliding down the red lines of his back and he grunts. âc- careful now, might give you more than just one.â and he could have came right then and thereâall from relishing in your beauty. heâs never laid his eyes upon anything more pretty.
your knees then get righteously shoved up to your chest. soft, browned eyes flicker at the valley between your breasts before glancing back toward your shimmery spit-slicked lips. you moan, tossing your arms over his shoulders. âi missed my girls,â he groans, stuffing his face between your chest for a moment. your breath immensely hitches at the feeling up him licking a single stripe, still deeply plummeting such inches in and out of your weeping cunt. âthey missed me too,â he purrs in a raspy coo, speaking to your tits, and thatâs when he latches his plump lips against your perky nipple for a short second. âm-mh.â
the air felt hot â humid, feverish even with each breeze that passes. as warm, kinetic bodies clash against each other at individual hyper strokes, he pries himself off of you. nanamiâs jaw tightens so much from your soddened grip that it almost aches. âsweetheart,â he hisses, peering his eyes down to see the milky white ring already coating around his base. itâs probably been hours, hours of you prettily sprawled out for him with your legs open. docile, tawny irises lovingly gaze into you as a thumb of yours strum down his neatly ruffled undercut. âf- fuck, i want you so bad. missed my girl. missed my pussy.â
âsheâs missed you too âken,â you pull him into a hot kiss, tasting the mint that lingers on his breath. and as his thrusts grew more sloppy, you whine, feeling his jutting cock kiss against your most sweetest spots. your heart flutters, slithering its way around his waist in a secure lock. âfuck me kento, d- donât stop, pleaseee.â
ânever gonna stop for you, my love,â he huffs, chest heaving in and out. the more he stares at you, the more he falls in love.
through glossed eyes that shimmer with such infatuationâheâs taking in your beauty, your fervor.
nanami loves more than anything to just gawk at you, watching as your eyes droop, your neck crane, and even the way your brows crease into a furrow due to such rapturing pleasure. only he could make you feel this wayâyou and him both knew that. nobody knew your body like the back of their hand except nanami. your body was his personal canvas, heâs always loved to decorate it and paint it with various, chaste kisses.
to him, you were art. heâs hitting you deep, blurbs and blurbs of whimpers dragging out of your throat until it sounds like inaudible meaningless babbles. so pretty,
repeatedly, the base of his cock perfectly hits against there, leaving you with your jaw hanging open and your entire body being stuck into a limited dimwitted state. he fucks you silly every time, you whimper as a lightening pulse from his cock twitches inside of you, plugging you full.
over and over and over,
nanami blows into your mouth, and you hear a throaty chuckle before he presses yet another wet kiss against your lips. âwanna see you nice ân plump s-so bad. gonna give you triplets, my sweet.â and youâre just stupefied, barely a single thought was stored up into your empty, vacant brain. nanami sucks against your bottom lip, still steadily rocking his way into your sloppy cunt. you feel the juncture of his hips mercilessly thrust its way into you raw and you gasp. âright . . here?â
pleasure overtakes you so good that you barely even noticed he was talking to you. youâre too busy moaning your head off and a soft smile pierces against both sides of his lips. a few faint dimples poke against his skin before he grabs your chin. âsweetheaaaart, âm talkinâ to you, hey,â and once your eyes meet his mid-thrust, his heart swarms up with love and desire. âthere we go. atta girl, yeah. âs this spot? this feel good?â
ây- yes,â you whimper, nodding eagerly. he was so big and thick, the prolongated stretch had you drooling. nanami glances at your hand. gingerly bringing it toward his lips, he kisses it, giving it a tender mwah. âkento, âm gonna cum a-again.â
âi know, pretty,â he groans, grabbing onto your hand. giving it a firm squeeze. you do the same, interlocking a bundle of fingers with his. his grip was gentle and warm, frantic heartbeat haphazardly picking up speed the more you get a feel of his familiar touch once more. nanamiâs always slow with you,
he doesnât wanna rush this â he hadnât dreamt of it. already feeling you tighten around him, he invades a strip of your sensitive neck with a plethora of passionate, amorous kisses. âyou always taste the same,â and you moan, sobbing cunt gripping down on him so good that it whimpers out a pitchy squelch of its own. his lolled twitching tongue licks against the edge of your shoulder blade once more and your back arches in ecstasy.
heâs never been more in love, with your body arching up backwards at his sweet, sweet hits, you were so close to becoming undone. every pivot of nanamiâs hips snap you back to reality before you whine out a needy mewl, tangled digits combing through his unkempt, blond strands. âkento, fuuuuck, âm gonna cum.â
âtogether, my l-love,â his voice falters, and his adamâs apple starts to bob. each delicious thrust of his collapses into your body in such mirroring sync. the rapid, frenzied movements were in complete harmony and beads of running sweat sticks against each skin. nanami gruffly groans, preparing to get milked again, you always did it so so well. squeezing his eyes shut, both broad hands cling onto your hips as he grinds against your core. âcâmon, make a mess on me. âm gonna clean you up, promise. give it to me, please.â
your moans were so harmonic, each sound that left your throat coming out to be more elongated. with his cock pounding in and out, he starts to slow his pace down â seeping his teeth into your tender collarbone softly. sharp tips of your fingernails continue to paw at the beefiness of his biceps before within seconds, it happens.
with your lips forming into a lewd circular shape, youâre creaming all down his thickset of a shaft. âkentoooo,â you whine out, feeling your soaked walls clench all around him. he holds you tight, allowing you to form into a puddled mess before he shortly follows. nanami groans, tossing his head forward before a translucent ring bubbles around his heavy base. it comes out in oozing spurts, hot cum pouring into your womb raw.
ângh, always have me beinâ such a mess for you,â he grunts, pretty arched brows curling up together. nanami sucks at the air, witnessing as your legs grow numb, gluing against his skin. âah, âs gonna be a lot. hold still ân take it. take it like a good girl,â and he leans into you, cupping the curvature of your face. âmake me proud, baby. thaaaaatâs it. eyes on me, eyes on kento.â
nanami feels a wave of drowsiness dawn over him as he stills himself inside of you. heâs panting right with you, a thumb hooks a strand of hair back toward your face. a school of butterflies flutter inside of you as heâs still dumping a sticky load of velvety thin ropes into your greedy pussy. itâs deeply spewing down alongside of your thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck. âi- i love you âken.â
âi love you more,â he whispers, leaning in to pepper kisses all over your face. he hums at the tiny pout thatâs displayed on your lips. youâre underneath him, succumbing into such an orgasmic state that you could barely keep your lashes open. nanamiâs not moving anymore but heâs still buried balls deep. a big clammy hand ghosts over your tummy before he nips at your chin. âyouâre gonna be such a pretty mommy,â and with a final kiss, you feel him slowly lifting up your leg, tossing it over his shoulder.
and as you gasp, watching him switch positionsâ nanami then pulls out a wedding ring, sliding it over your bare finger. âbut youâd be an even prettier wife.â
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simonâs work wife
one â two â three â four
the transition in your relationshipâif you could call it thatâwith simon was easier than you anticipated. he practically herded you into his apartment.
helping you pack, doing all the heavy lifting, and grunting softly when youâd ask if some of your decor would clash with his. âwhâtver you want in our house will go, doll.â
our house. our.
shivers ran down your spine when youâd hear him refer to your things as our. you didnât mind itâalbeit it did confuse you a bit because just two weeks ago you were single, and now you were living with your lieutenant, and sleeping in his bed, and heâd cook for youâeven knew how you liked your coffee in the morning.
the only weird thing was that he didnât touch you.
well he did, like placing a heavy hand on your lower back to guide you, or pressing up against you to grab a cup from the shelves because you couldnât reach it, or letting his thumb trail down your throat as you spoke to him.
but he didnât touch you.
that plagued your thoughts all day, even as you slipped into bed with him. letting out a small huff as he turned to face you in the dim light of the room.
âwhatâs wrong?â
ânothing.â
you could tell his brows pinched together but you didnât mention it. picking at your cuticles to stop yourself from looking at him.
you were still so confused; he clearly wanted you if his actions meant anything. and you couldnât deny that anytime heâd refer to you as his âmissusâ that warmth curled in your belly and left you a mess.
a needy, horny mess. it was his fault really.
he grunted, thick fingers wrapping around your soft thigh to pull you closer to him, âwe ainât supposed to go to sleep mad at each other.â
your nose scrunched up at him as you somehow found yourself under him, âand who sets these rules?â
he stared at you for a second before that same hand that was curled around your thigh now moved to curl around your throat gently, his eyes glued to your lips.
âme.â
you huff again, but make no move to move from under himâa move simon doesnât miss. âwhatâs go yaâ so worked up, sweetheart?â
the gravel in his voice had your skin heating up, nipples pebbling as you met his gaze, âyou.â
âme?â
âmhm.â
the amusement was clear in his eyes, staring down at you as he let his weight sink into you and you had to bite back the moan that threatened to leave your lips.
god, you felt pathetic. just the feeling of his cock on your belly, the scent of him, had you reeling.
âtell me what you need.â
one of his hands trailed lower, thumb barely ghosting over your nipple and a breathless whine left your mouth. âwellâi-i need you to perform your duties-â
a rumbly laugh left his mouth as his nose dipped down to your throat, licking up your neck and nipping softly, âmy duties?â
heat coiled in your belly, arousal pulling between your thighs as you tried to control your breathing. âand what duties have i been falling short on?â
your mind went hazy as he cupped your breast, lowering his hips to press his cock against your cunt, heavy and thick and just there. teasing you further by not moving.
âhave i been neglecting my missus?â
that pulled a moan straight from your parted lips, hips bucking upwards to grind against his cock as he grunted lowly. ây-yes, been neglecting me.â
he nipped at your neck, thick fingers easily snapping away that lacy fabric that sat on your hips as he growled out softly, âmâsorry, baby. iâll make it up to you.â
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âOFFICER! TOJI F. x F! READER
á§âĄá§ in which your officer boyfriend catches you at a party that you lied about going to
á§âĄá§ content: rough smut, age gap (reader is in college), angry sex, jealous sex, possessive toji, handcuffs, breeding, choking, hair pulling, ass/tit/pussy slapping, praise, degradation, daddy kink here and there, begging, orgasm denial, passing out, pussy eating, semi-public sex, sex in police car
á§âĄá§ requested by @valleydoli đ
á§âĄá§ wc: 3.1k
Toji couldnât fight the annoyance on his face as he pulled up into the small neighborhood. Loud music blaring through the air as colorful lights beamed onto the dimly lit street. There had been a number of complaints. The neighborhoodâs residents ringing 9-1-1 one after the other.
To say he didnât care was an understatement. Out of the whole department Gojo Satoru just had to dispatch him to break up a stupid college party. His police vehicle came to a stop a little down the block, the tall man stepping out with stonic features and a sigh as he made his way closer to the source of vulgar tunes which seemed to shake surrounding houses.
Toji stalked up to the front door, the smell of hard alcohol and weed hitting his nose as he banged on the door. Forceful enough for the sound to ring throughout the noisy inside. A drunk boy no older than 19 swinging the door open with a grin. âHey man! O-oh shit. Hey officer, what can i do for you?â He cleared his throat, swallowing hard under Tojiâs harsh gaze as he tried his hardest to appear sober.
Toji peered over the boy and into the room. Sweaty bodies grinding against each other while others made out, almost every hand nursing a plastic red cup. âDo me a favor and just keep the noise down alright, if not shut this whole damn thing down.. what the fuck.â The officer spat bitterly, jaw clenching with a scowl when his eyes landed on someone. His someone.
You.
He couldnât believe it. You had been so persistent on spending the night at home. Claiming that you had piles on piles of work to complete. Did you crave attention that badly? One measly night he had to work overtime and this was the shit you pulled? Clad in a lacy dress which had a deep v cut and barely reached your mid thigh. Your body, his girlâs body, on display for everyone to see.
He could see the eyes roaming your figure top through bottom. His blood boiling as he visibly seethed, shoving past the lanky teenage boy to make his way over to you. You were grinning happily, one hand in your hair and the other ghosting over the hand that rested on your hip. Giving the girl behind you the dance of her life.
The music lowered, Tojiâs eyes twitching at all the loud gasps that echoed through the room. All eyes on his large frame as he towered over everyone in the room. Muscles bulging through his tight shirt with each hard step that he took. All eyes but yours. You were too into what you were doing, and your boyfriend couldnât help his rising anger as he got closer and closer. Spotting familiar brunette and green hair sat on a couch with their lips on each otherâs.
Of course. You were dragged here.
You giggled loudly, taking a swig from the girlâs cup and letting the bitter tasting liquid scrape at the walls of your throat when you swallowed. Your friendsâ eyes widened as they pulled away from each other, desperately trying to get your attention as you swayed your hips. Those hips that only Toji was allowed to see move.
A hand grabbed the flesh of your arm tightly, your head whipping around to snap at the stranger before your brows furrowed. Taking in that broad chest that youâd gotten to know by heart. Your eyes timidly trailed upwards, a small whimper caught in your throat when they met his darkened ones. The manâs head tilting to the side as if daring you to not comply. He would not hesitate to get you out of there over his shoulder if he had to.
âT-toji.. h-hi i-â you stuttered, looking down at your feet as you shuffled nervously. Eyes darting to the girls who eyed you apologetically.
âShut up.â His voice was firm, and your thighs clenched as you held back another whimper. You could feel everyoneâs eyes boring into you. âFuck. You know what? Everybody out.â His voice raised at the end. The bustling college teens wasting no time before they scattered, afraid at just the mere sight of the man. âAnd you.. oh youâre in for it now.â
All the alcohol seemed to leave your system when Toji pulled your arms behind your back. Cuffing your hands as your face heated up in embarrassment. âT-toji w-wait.â The man ignored you as he pulled you out of the room, not caring about how you stumbled over your own two feet to keep up with his large strides.
âShe really disobeyed you this time huh?â A familiar voice rung out, a teasing smirk on Gojoâs face as he walked up the few stairs that youâd just descended from. âGood job Y/n.â He winked, a deep chuckle leaving his throat as he thought back to exactly why he had sent Toji out here.
It didnât take long to reach the vehicle with the speed you were being pulled at. Tojiâs hold on your arm never loosening in the slightest. âGet in.â Toji spoke meanly, holding the door open with a gesture for you to get inside.
âBut-â
âGet the fuck in Y/n.â He never called you by your name often, only when he was mad. It was always some sweet petname that made you feel all warm and tingly inside. Sliding into the vehicle you kept your head low, the door slamming behind you not too long after.
You squirmed in your seat. Giving into the tension filled silence as you watched his grip on the wheel tighten until his knuckles were pale. Thoughts of you letting any other man touch you coursing in his mind.
Toji undid the first two buttons of his shirt, using his fingers to prod the tight fabric open as he rolled his neck. Taking the pair of handcuffs off his suited pants before rolling the vehicle to a stop.
âToji âm sorry.â You mumbled almost shyly, face getting hot as your arousal dampened your lace panties.
He ignored you. Taking a step out of the car and into the nightâs darkness. The vacant road scarce of any sources of light. Your door swung open, eyes widening in a doe-like pout as you looked up at him.
âDonât. Not after that shit you just pulled.â He warned, expression still hard as you climbed out, the slam of the door making you jump with a yelp. A small whine left your throat as you were flipped around, chest pressed into the vehicleâs side with your hands still bound behind your back.
He roughly pushed your dress up to your waist with a scoff. âGoing out dressed like you want to get laid. Am i not enough for you baby?â His fingers found their way to your clad folds. Brushing over your clit with a hum. âDo i not fuck you enough? Is that little pussy so desperate to be filled?â He didnât give to a chance to answer, his palm landing heavily on your pussy making you jerk with a cry. âLook at that. Sheâs all wet fâme. Such a greedy fucking cunt yeah?â
You whimpered loudly, Tojiâs voice deep and husky in your ear as he kissed up your neck. Allowing you to lean back onto him with your head on his chest. Soft moans falling past your lips as you let yourself grind on his fingers. Another loud cry filling the air when he landed it hard on your ass instead.
âI shouldnât even be touching you.â He whispered venomously, voice laced with clear disappointment as he pushed his fingers past the thin fabric, pressing the pad of his middle finger onto your clit before rubbing small circles. Watching the way your lips parted in sweet noises as you let your eyes flutter shut. âShould just drop you home and leave you all desperate and needy.â
That made you whine with the shake of your head, pushing your ass back onto his crotch in want. âOr will you just call someone to come fuck you like a little slut?â You cringed at the sound of your panties tearing, Tojiâs muscles straining against the confines of his shirtâs fabric as he rolled up his sleeves. Quickly working to free his hard cock before pushing you into the back seat of the car with a smirk. Handling your body until you were face down, with your ass up on display for him.
âLook at yourself.â He forced your head up to gaze at your reflection in the window. âGonna fucking destroy you baby. Do you want that?â
You nodded, eyes prickling with tears as you clenched in anticipation. You wanted his cock so bad. âAhh f-fuck.â Another slap to your ass.
âSo you do have a mouth.â
Words. He wanted to hear you say it.
âP-please fuck me daddy.â
âYou can do better than that princess.â
âPlease. Please fuck me. Need you so bad. âM aching fâ you. Want you to fill me up.â You begged.
âThatâs it. Thatâs my slutty girl.â You mewled loudly at the intrusion of Tojiâs thick cock. The man bottoming out inside you with one quick thrust making your knees buckle underneath you while your back arched. Feeling Tojiâs fat tip immediately prodding at the increased tightness near your cervix.
âShit.â He cursed, breathing getting heavy as he nestled his cock within your warm walls. Forgetting just how much he loved that little cunt of yours.
He started off rough, forcing his cock deep as you rocked harshly against the soft seat. Loud moans dripping off the tip of your tongue as his cocked kissed meanly at your g spot.
Your pussy stretched to accommodate the quick thrusts of his girthy length. Feeling his veins scraping deliciously against your gummy walls as he hammered into you.
You cried out when Tojiâs hand found its way around your throat, pulling you up to his chest with your hands flush between your back and his chest. Drool filled babbles spilling messily onto your skin at the force of his hips.
âHaahâ T-toji f-fuck,â you keened loudly, your chest riding and falling rapidly as your brain turned to mush. Unable to think of anything but how good he felt inside of you. Lewd squelches mixed with skin slapping burning its way into your brain. A constant reminder of Tojiâs abuse to your sensitive cunt as your vision blurred.
âThatâs it baby. Take it real nice nâ deep. Youâre practically swallowing me in right now.â He breathed. Hand tightening around your throat as the other travelled down to your chest, barely having to tug at the black fabric for your tits to spill into his large hand. Rough fingers twisting at your pert nipples as he palmed the soft flesh.
âAhhâ so good. Feels sâ good daddy.â You cried, Tojiâs hand landing two consecutive slaps onto your breasts.
âGonna stuff this pussy real full. Breed her with my cum till you know your place.â He growled lowly, his frustration seeming to reemerge as he stroked his cock with your tightness. Allowing himself to poke at every corner of your warmth, ruining your slutty pussy to your tears.
âWanna go out dressed like youâre available. Single. Like you donât have me taking care of that ache between your legs every single night.â His pace quickened with every word. Snapping his hips up mercilessly till his balls reddened your puffy clit, mouth hung open in whiny mewls as your stomach tightened.
Your tears flowed freely as you were shoved back into the carâs seat. Your mind dizzy at the plowing of his cock into your sweet spot. Tojiâs hand moving to grip at the delicate flesh of your hip with other torturing your clit. Rubbing mean, hard circles onto the swollen bud.
âTojiiâ âm gonna, ahh- âm gonna cum.â You whimpered, catching sight of the traces of mascara staining your cheeks alongside your messy hair. The sight being enough to make you call out his name incoherently as your eyes rolled back. Legs shaking violently as you clenched around him. âOh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ohââ you chanted, letting out a broken scream as you squirted messily. Completely drenching Tojiâs cock in your wetness.
Tojiâs movements stilled, his fingers digging into your hair with a sharp tug upwards. âOh iâm sorry? Did i say you could cum baby?â
âSorry, nngh- c-couldnât hold it.â You hiccuped, knowing that you were in trouble.
Toji shook his head, pulling you back so you lay flat across the seat. Shoving one of your legs up beside your body with a grunt. A shiver raking through your body as the cool air breezed through your sopping pussy.
You let out a groan, your attempt to close your legs stopped by Tojiâs strong hands shoving them apart. Groping at both sides of your ass before his palms made contact with the skin. A bubbly whine catching in your throat when you tightened around nothing.
Toji sunk to his knees on the ground outside, the forest to his back as he began pressing soft kisses to the sides of your thighs, his tongue licking a long stripe up your slit.
He groaned, grip tightening on your thighs when his tongue darted out once more to lap at your sweetness. Sloppily running between your folds before swirling around your clit. It didnât take long to get you where he wanted you. The overstimulation going straight to your foggy brain as Toji got lost in your heat. His eyes fluttering shut with a hum as he tried to pull you impossible further onto his tongue. Your constantly flowing slick mixed with his saliva dripping sloppily onto the ground below.
Your fingers clawed at nothing as you began to tremble, crying out loudly as your eyes closed shut. Your tear stained cheek pressed into the seat as you drooled adorably. A smirk adorning Tojiâs face when he curled his thick fingers into you.
âAhhâ âs too muchh. Gonna cum again.â You mewled desperately, toes curling as another coil tightened in your stomach. Toji stopped sucking at your clit, pulling away from you while his fingers sped up. Paddy tips poking directly into your spot with ease. âYeah? Gonna cum for me already?â
You answered with a high pitched moan and a small âuh huhâ, feeling yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge before it all came crumbling down. Toji removing his fingers before standing up, and only then did you notice how much of his chest was on display. He leaned down to kiss away your tears, brushing away any hair stuck to your forehead. âOnly good girls get these privileges baby, iâm a cop, you should know this.â He cooed.
His cock prodded at your hole, sinking into his rightful place deep within your warmth before beginning to fuck into you. He knew your orgasm had barely just died down, and he was going to fuck you to another just to leave you hungry.
Your boyfriendâs head found its place in the crook of your neck, lips brushing your ear before he grinned against your skin. âYou wonât be leaving the house for days when iâm done with you.â He promised, tone gruff as he felt his cock twitch in indication of his own high.
âHaahâ âs so muchh.â You breathed as you melted into him, his touch hot on your skin leaving short quivers in its wake. âTojiâ o-oh fuckk.â You were sputtering out strangled noises of pleasure, Tojiâs husky groans in your ear adding fuel to the fire as you let out a cry. Your pussy gushing onto him before your orgasm could even hit.
Toji cursed loudly, his grip on your hips allowing him to pull you back onto him as roughly as he was slamming into you. âThatâs it baby, pussyâs gripping me so fucking tight.â
ââM so closeâ so so close.â You gasped, basking in the small skin to skin contact of your hands on his exposed chest.
âGotta fucking earn it. Tell me, who do you belong to princess. Who owns this slutty little pussy hmm? Who fucks you this good every night?â He questioned darkly, rolling his hips in a way he knew would drive you crazy.
âY-you. You do. âS all y-yoursâ fuck. Please can i cum? Need to cum so bad.â You almost sobbed, Toji kissing your cheek sweetly with a breathy moan. âAll mine. All fucking mine. Go ahead slutty girl. Cum fâ me.â
You let go noisily, vision clouded as your moans spilled uncontrollably past your lips. The burning sensation in your stomach slowly easing as you allowed yourself to let go. Making a mess on the manâs cock while he worked himself deeper inside you. Burying his cock as far as he could before pumping you full with a contented sigh.
âLet everyone know that youâre taken. Get you pregnant with my kid and keep you locked away. Only for me.â His cum painting your walls in hot spurts as his abs tensed. The throb of his cock slowly dulling as you milked him dry.
You whimpered, feeling the thick substance slowly seep out of you when he pulled out. All the alcohol finally catching up to you as you slipped in and out of consciousness. Letting your eyes blink shut before you went limp in his arms.
Toji groaned with a stretch, smirking down at you and your fucked out form.
So pretty.
He tugged down your dress and tucked himself back into his pants. Removing your hand cuffs before taking you into his arms gently. Laying you down more comfortably with a quick kiss to your forehead. Watching as your chest rose and fell softly, face contorted into a peaceful one despite how stained it was from your tears.
He slipped into the driverâs seat, allowing the car to reach the perfect temperature for you to rest it. Finally pulling off from the side of the road. He laughed shortly when he checked the time, contemplating whether he should even bother going back to work. Heâd much rather stay home with you.
He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, rolling his eyes when he saw the name written across the screen. Satoru.
âHello.â
âSo, fucked her good didnât ya? Made your girl cry huh Fushiguro.â The white haired man laughed into the call. Gojo had been tempted to say it over the radio, but he didnât know if youâd be awake or not.
âThatâs why you sent me out there isnât it?â Toji scoffed, one hand on the steering wheel turning it into your apartment complex while the other worked the gear. If you were awake youâd be going crazy. Him driving was one of your many weaknesses.
âYes, and youâre welcome. Tell her i said hi when she gets up. Bye Fushiguro~â The call beeped to an end and Toji shook his head, trying to hide the small smile creeping up onto his face. Fucking Satoru.
Glancing back at you he allowed himself to openly smile, he could never stay mad at you. It was time to show you that.
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from me to you â gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: this takes place in chapter 268, soo sort of spoilers ahead? also long live gojo satoru; gojo leaves you a letter đ
ây/n-sensei, there is a letter for you as well!â
that catches your attention, and you look up at the first years. you tilt your head slightly, and yuuji hands you an envelope.
you gently take it from him, and the first thing you notice is âwifeyâ written on it then the doodle of satoru with his blindfold on. you feel your throat tighten, and your hands shake slightly.
you let out a small breath then shakily open the letter.
hey, honey!!
it first reads.
I feel like there is still much I didnât tell you in our last meeting, so here I, your beautiful and handsome husband, am writing them down.
you swallow lightly, and a small smile appears on your face as you imagine satoru saying that, then you continue to the next line.
first, I changed all your computer passwords to variations of âsatoruisthebestâ at one point. your confusion was so cute!!
you quirk an eyebrow at the admission, but when you rack your brain, you remember that one day when you couldnât log into your computer.
what you vividly remember was satoru being sat beside you the whole time, and now that you think about it. he was smiling so widely the entire time, letting out small chuckles every now and then. oh, that sneaky man.
âsatoru, I am telling you itâs broken!â
âsweetheart, we spent over 2000$ on that. if it broke, then we could easily sue the company,â he chuckled, arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer.
â2 year guaranteed top performance my ass!â
you smile at the memory. it was pretty satoru of him to do that. your eyes then move to continue reading.
second, there are times when I would tell megumi that you would be coming with me, then he would turn and leave me when he found out I was tricking him.
your eyes glance up at said boy who is sat across of you. he made it out alive, despite everything. he suffered so much, but he made it.
it makes you relieved, and you can imagine satoru being bloody proud of him and saying something along the lines of âyou handed sukunaâs ass to him, very cool!â
no matter how much megumi had frowned and grimaced at satoruâs presence or antics. it rooted itself as somethingâsafe and familiar.
you canât count on your hands the times when you and satoru would visit the siblings, and nobody really said it, but these meetings did all of you a favor, a chance to kind of wind down. maybe act like death might actually not be looming tomorrow.
it feels like just yesterday when megumi would cling to you when he got really sad or nervous, after so much time spent getting comfortable with each other.
he grew up well, you think, eyes gliding to next.
third, I hid your uniform every two to three weeks, so you have to stay with me.
at that, your eyes widen a bit. satoruâs schedule was pretty packed, but he somehow managed to squeeze time for quality time between you two.
it tugged on your heartstrings, and you made sure he knew how much you appreciated it, not a single space on his face left without a kiss. however, finding out that he went out of his way to make you rest and stay.
satoruâs care really showed in his actions, and you feel like this is the biggest proof of it.
âsatoru, have you seen my uniform?â
ânope! maybe, it is a sign to stay home today? youâve been working so hard, wifey!â
you cupped his face, pulled him down to your height, and kisses his cheek, âyouâve been working harder, âtoru. let me take off some of the load at least.â
âwe could both stay!â
âyouâre kidding, right?â
âI already told yaga; I miss you!â
you try to stop the reminiscing further and try to compose yourself before reading the rest.
fourth, Iâm the one who kept adjusting the thermostat. I just wanted an excuse to cuddle.
a fond yet melancholy smile appears on your face. you kinda figured that one out. satoruâs favorite pastime was cuddling, so itâs no surprise that he would go out of his way to create the need for it even further.
add to that, once you went to get some green tea and saw him from the corner of your eye teleport to the thermostat, click something, then teleport back to bed.
you figured that the room being chilly that night was not an exception in the middle of july.
âbabeeee, itâs so cold! letâs cuddle!â
âmaybe the problem is with the thermostat?â
âI checked! I think cuddling is the best solution.â
you giggle as you recall the moment, one of many similar. your heart feels a bit lighter as you go through the letter. something satoru managed to always do even in person.
he would plaster sticky notes, get you trinkets, and even pull pranks on other just to see you smile. feeling more encouraged, you keep on reading the letter.
then you feel your chest constrict so tightly that you might just throw up.
fifth, I am really gonna fucking miss you.
you read the line over again, and you purse your lip in hopes of silencing any noise that may come out as you feel the lump in your throat return, even worse than before. your breathing starts getting more difficult.
your grip on the letter tightens, and you find yourself thinking back to the good times. memories of late nights spent in each otherâs arms, thinking about everything and nothing at once.
hushed whispers of confessions and quiet giggles as you reminisced on your highschool days. tight hugs when recalling the sad moments and the departure of a certain someone.
âyou know, y/n, I think we might just be made for each other,â he said one night. you hummed and looked him in the eyes.
âthree am thoughts?â
âthree am admissions,â he grins slightly, âI am made for you, and youâre made for me.â
you remember him pulling you closer and kissing your forehead, while you teased, âand what would you need little old me for, so much that I got made?â
he feigns thinking then closes his eyes, burying his face in your shoulder, âgrounding me.â
I love you. I really do, but you should know that already, right?
your eyes drift down to the corner of the paper, and that is when you feel your tears start free-falling. there is drawn a chibi satoru besides a chibi you and between them is a heart.
the chibi satoru is giving yours a big smooch, while she laughs. you never thought that the day your jealousy burns would be because of drawings, and drawings of you and your own husband, nonetheless.
âbut wow, gojo-sensei is shit at writing letters,â you hear nobara remark.
megumi responds with a small chuckle, âI am fine with mine.â
âwhat about you, y/n-sensei?ââ
the trio becomes silent as you let out a sob. a watery smile makes its way up your face as you kiss the letter gently and murmur, âso shitty.â
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blue sweater - r.c.
(season 4 bf!rafe x gf!reader blurb, 2.4k words)
content smut, p in v, this gorgeous man and his afformentioned blue sweater, 18+ minors do not interact!!
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Youâd fallen asleep on the couch, waiting up for him again. You didnât fault Rafe for working so hard, you just miss him so fucking much when heâs in back-to-back meetings all day.Â
The couch dips below you, pulling you from your dreams. A large, warm presence settles next to you on the sofa. You didnât have to open your eyes to know itâs him.
âHey,â you mumble sleepily, eyes still closed.
Heâs smirking down at you, you know him so well you can picture exactly how he looks without actually seeing him.Â
âHi,â he leans forward, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek. âIâm sorry, that last meeting ran so long.â
Finally opening your eyes to meet his, youâre almost startled by the sight. Somehow, in the dim evening light, theyâre more deeply blue and beautiful than ever.
âNice sweater,â you say, reaching up to run your fingers along the hard edge of his shoulder. Even though he looks so soft and pretty right now, heâs tense, and you wish you could ease the worry that furrows his brow.
He smiles knowingly, the skin at the corner of his eyes crinkling in the cute way that makes your heart ache for him.
âThanks, my girlfriend got it for me.â
âShe has good taste,â you joke as your run your hand gently up and down his bicep, the soft fabric such a contrast to the hard muscle below.Â
âYeah, sheâs all kinds of good,â he winks.
âThen whyâd you make her wait for you all night?â You pout, sticking out your bottom lip so heâd know youâre just teasing.
âI said Iâm sorrrrry,â he whines as he leans over you more, adjusting to bring his legs onto the couch. You make room for him instinctually, his body fitting into yours like you were designed for each other.Â
He lets his full weight down slowly, sinking you both deep into the cushions. Nuzzling his head into your neck, he drags his lips against the skin below your ear so gently, it sends goosebumps racing across your skin. He can feel your excitement and starts kissing you more firmly, leaving little wet spots up the column of your throat.
Your hands splay out over his big, firm back, rubbing circles into the tight muscles. You press deep, working out his stress, and he groans at your firm touch. Your hands work slowly down his back, pressing as you go. When you reach the hem of his sweater, you slip your hands underneath. Rafe flinches at your touch, a shudder running through him.
âYour hands are cold!â He exclaims, his voice muffled.
âOh sorry, love!â you start to pull them away, but he reaches his arm behind him and pins your palms to his skin.
âNo, it feels nice, donât stop.â
You obey, the pads of your fingers digging little figure eights into his lower back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
âWhatâs got you so stressed baby, hmm?â You ask.
âJust got too much going on,â he shakes his head so his buzzed hair tickles your earlobe. You giggle at the sensation, his head rising and falling with the shake of your chest.
âPoor baby,â you coo, making him smile against you. âJust need a little help to relax?â
Rafe nods against you, moving slightly to lay his head against your chest so you can run your nails along his head like you know he likes. You bring one hand up, the other still under his shirt, the motion making you open your legs wider so you can stretch. He slots between them perfectly, and when you drag your nails over the fuzzy hairs right at the nape of his neck, you can feel him twitch against your core, already half hard.
âSomeoneâs needy,â you hum, delighted that you can make him so hot just by touching him tenderly like this. âWant me to make you forget all about your bad day?â
âPlease,â he groans into your collarbone, pressing his hips down harder so you can feel him fully against you now. Your wetness pools immediately, soaking through your panties as you arch your back and return the pressure.Â
âShit, baby, thatâs so nice,â he praises.
ââIâve been waiting for this all day,â you confess.
âThen we better not make you wait any longer.â
Swiftly, he lifts his head from your chest and finds your lips with his. Itâs hungry and sloppy, the wet skin of his lower lip sliding against yours as your mouths collide. Youâre fully grinding up into him now, and there is nothing semi-soft about him, his hard cock threatening to rip the seams of his pants. You writhe, desperate to feel his length. You know it like the back of your hand, picturing his perfect cock clearly as you rock against it. Youâve got every vein, every throbbing, pink inch memorized.Â
âTake your pants off,â you breathe into his open mouth.
With a cocky grin that makes you impossibly wetter he drawls, ânow whoâs needy, huh?â
You roll your eyes and reach for his waistband, if heâs gonna be an ass about it youâll just do it yourself. He mirrors you, undressing you with the same shaky fervor. Your shirt goes first, heâs delighted to see youâve opted for no bra. In the cold evening air, your nipples harden immediately, and he can see the goosebumps spreading across your torso.Â
âOhh baby, you really are freezing.â
âMhm,â you nod, lip pulled between your teeth. âWarm me up, Rafe.â
A throaty groan rises from his chest as he takes over your work on his pants, ripping them off as best he can without standing, his boxers following. You slip your thumbs under your shorts, doubling up to slide your panties down with them until youâre bare for him. Only one piece of clothing remains between you, the soft blue sweater you bought for him. He starts to pull it off, but you stop him, your hand wrapping around his wrist.
âNo, leave it on,â you instruct.
âWhatever you want, angel,â he smirks at your unusual request, but obliges without complaint.
He lays down on you again, his lips hovering over yours as he lets his cock press into your inner thigh. Heâs so hard you gasp, inhaling sharply at the sweet pressure against your leg. He kisses you again, more tenderly this time, like heâs trying to imprint the taste of you onto his tongue. As he lets his weight settle on you, the soft threads of his sweater rub over your sensitive nipples, the sensation making your eyes squeeze shut and a strained moan echo from your chest.
âYâokay?â He asks.
âIt feels so g-good,â you croak out.
âWhat does, baby?â
You blush, feeling silly for it, but something about the soft material against your hardened skin is so delicious, youâre sure your pussy is dripping onto the couch by now.Â
A little embarrassed, you admit, âthe sweater on my tits feels really good.â
âIt does?â He questions, amused.
âJust stay on me baby, donât stop.â
You and Rafe have been known to argue about almost anything, but he never argues when you tell him how to make you feel good. He flattens his chest against you fully, rutting his dick against your leg, causing his chest to rub against yours as requested. Your head falls back into the throw pillows. You let him continue to move you both until you almost canât stand the friction anymore.
âI love that,â you whimper, eyes still squeezed shut. âBut I need you inside.â
âCanât wait any longer, huh?â He chuckles. Once again, you donât need to see him to know what he looks like, his eyebrows are surely arched high and his lips quirked to the side as he looks at you in amusement.
âRafe Iâve been waiting for like twelve hours,â you complain.
âI know, baby, I know,â he quells you. âI got you, alright?â
Propped on one arm, his sweater leaves your chest for a moment so he can line himself up at your soaked entrance. You wait with closed eyes, bracing for impact as you know it will take a minute to adjust to his size, it always does. But he doesnât enter you, just grumbles with annoyance as he shuffles above you.
Your quizzical eyes open to find him fumbling with the collar of his sweater, preparing to pull it off.
âWhatâs the problem?â
âI want to see you, but this fucking sweaterâs in the way,â he explains. You lift your head and look down to where your bodies should be meeting to see the hem of his sweater hanging in the way, blocking the view. âIâm just gonna take it off.â
âNuh-uh!â you object.Â
âBaby,â he whines.
A solution comes to you, causing you to break into a wide grin.
âOpen up,â you say, and heâs never looked more confused.
But then, you reach down and pull the hem of the sweater between your fingers, making his stomach flinch as you brush against it. You lift the hem up to his mouth, revealing the sight of his dick dangerously close to your entrance. He puzzles it together, and teasingly rolls his eyes before letting you place it between his teeth. He bites down on it obediently, considering a protest before looking down to see he now has a perfect angle to his favorite sight in the world.
It feels so good when he finally slides in, stretching you so deliciously and filling you like only he can, that you almost actually cry. He moves gently, considerate enough to know thereâs probably an edge of pain to your pleasure.
âYou donât have to go slow,â you assure him. âTake your stress out on me, I can take it.â
âYeah?â He tries to sound cocky, but itâs muffled from the fabric between his teeth.
The way his jaw clenches in frustration makes you giggle. Rafe usually does most of the talking, knowing the sound of his low voice in your ear makes you come so much faster.
âIâll do the talking, just focus on my voice while you fuck me, mâkay?â You purr.
He nods in agreement, picking up the pace until heâs rocking into you, continuously hitting the perfect spot that makes you both shudder with pleasure. Heâs going so hard you have to lift your arm above you and steady yourself against the arm of the couch. His eyes flit between the sight of you taking him in so perfectly and the way your tits bounce with each thrust.
You keep your promise to talk him through it, starting with, âjust like that, Rafe- mmmph- feels so good. God, I can feel you so deep.â
His brows furrow in concentration, thrusting harder, desperate to drag more praises from your kiss-chapped lips. Your eyes train on the veins in his neck, throbbing with effort. You reach your other hand up and grab his chin, pulling his face so his eyes pierce yours.
âShit, you look so good, fucking me like you needed to,â you cry.
As much as he loves the eye-contact, heâs still wearing this stupid sweater for a reason, and he needs to remind you. He matches you by placing his hand on your face, soft but firm, and directing your gaze down to see him pistoning into you.
âOh my god, thatâs so hot,â you smile, admiring the creamy mess youâre making on his shaft. âYouâre fucking covered in me, baby. Made me so wet cominâ in here looking this good.â
He removes his hand from your head, looking for a non-verbal way to thank you for your compliments. He presses his thumb to your tongue, and you donât need words to know what heâs doing. You get it nice and wet, swirling spit around his thumb with your tongue. Once itâs ready, he lowers it to your clit, rubbing back and forth a few times before forming steady circles.
âAh- fuck- yes, Rafe thatâs so-â Your commitment to keep talking falters as pleasure floods your mind, robbing you of your voice.
He knows what you need, he always knows what you need. He pulls your hand from his chin and places it on his chest, you bunch the fabric of his sweater so he can release it from his teeth.
âThere ya go,â he coos. âNeed me to talk you through it, huh?â
You nod desperately, confirming what he already knew.
âCouldnât even concentrate in my meetings,â he begins, panting with the effort heâs putting in, not letting up his pace. âThinkinâ about you here waiting for me, walking around the house in those little shorts. How am I supposed to close deals when I canât stop thinking about bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking this perfect pussy, huh?â
His words have exactly the effect he was hoping for, you are beside yourself, moaning and squirming beneath him. Letting out the sweetest little âoh, oh, ohsâ as his cock rocks your whole body. He's losing tempo, both of you nearing the edge. You bring your other fist up to bunch his sweater, too, grasping so tightly you're afraid you're gonna tear it. You clench around him as he keeps talking.
âThatâs it, baby, squeeze me as hard as you can - fuck!â He's unraveling, needing to find the words to get you there so he didnât finish first. âFuck, thatâs my good girl.â
Just as he expected, thatâs what finally did it for you. You cry out his name as sparks exploded in your tummy, coming so hard you have to bury your face into his chest to keep from screaming. He follows behind you almost immediately, his hot cum spurting into you as his primal groans and grunts echo through the room.
A few minutes later, youâre cleaned up and cuddled in his bed, now wrapped up in his sweater, the stretched-out fabric engulfing you. He smirks as his hands run over the material, rubbing over your stomach and waist lovingly.
âMight have to wear this thing every day if thatâs how youâre gonna react,â he teases you.
âUh-huh,â you giggle. âGood luck getting it back.â
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a/n: omg i'm so sorry I just literally couldn't not, the chokehold this sweater has on me is unnatural like y'all don't even need to read this it was just a passion project for me. all hail Blue Sweater.
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you try not to get jealous. it does you no good. but sometimes you get a little miffed when it comes to how women treat your husband, arranged!gojo.
you see how the women giggle at him, how they bite their lips whenever he walks by. you see them giggle to each other, the way they try to catch his attention.
and though most ladies of the high society act this way, some of the servants around the estate, the women of the town, and others behave like this too.
they act as if heâs not married, as if that ring on his hand is purely for decoration. and sure, maybe a couple months ago it was for show but now things have changed and you donât appreciate those ladies all that much.
and gojo notices.
he knows youâre getting better at talking to him about what ails you, but he also knows that itâs a a lot to get used to at once. he sees the way you tense up at their whispers, the glares you throw their way when you hear his name in their conversation. he understands because heâs the same as you, his feelings mirroring yours.
so he decides to comfort your worries a bit indirectly.
âwhatâŠâ you whip your head around as gojo stops at a random spot in one of the hallways, taking you away from your tea time with shoko as he fails to give any explanation for his hurried responses, âwhat are you doing? you have that meeting with your counsel and-â
âmissed you,â is all heâs able to say as he slams his lips onto yours, earning a surprised yelp in response.
your back hits against the stone wall, one of his hands against your head to protect it from bumping back as your gasp in surprise, letting him slide his tongue in your mouth as he sloppily kisses your lips.
âsatoru, w-wait,â you try to stop yourself from whining out loud, your fingers cuing into his artic strands as his hands move down to hold your waist, âitâs daytime, p-people, people can comeâŠâ you canât speak anymore because he doesnât let you, lips slotting against each others as your eyes screw shut, heartbeat in your throat as he hands squeeze as your skin.
âi missed you,â he just repeats, nipping slightly at your bottom lip as you mewl, feeling his lips trail down your chin to your throat as you tilt you head upwards to give him a better angle.
you almost want to laugh because itâs only been hours since youâve seen each other, but for gojo it feels like days since heâs seen you.
you peek slightly too look at him, see the way his lips attack your skin, sucking and biting, surely leaving marks as he makes his way down. you love the way his hair is slightly wavy, most likely from his bath after sparring.
youâre almost too intoxicated from his feverish kisses to notice the sounds of incoming footsteps, but the loud overbearing giggles is what pulls you back to reality.
you tense up, scrambling to push him away from you but he wonât budge. if anything, he seems to be motivated, moving back up to your lips to steal your words away.
ât-thereâs people coming!â you try to warn him but he doesnât seem to care, his blue eyes gleaming with a different look as your whine from one of his hands moving upwards to your chest, giving one of your breasts a light squeeze.
âso?â he murmurs, lips hovering against the corners of yours as his brow cocks upwards.
you go to say something else but he tilts your chin upwards to meet him, one hand balancing on the wall behind you, one on your hip, his hair messy from your fingers gripping at him.
you donât feel like moving, too drunk off of him to even notice the ladies as they round the corner, not looking their way as you hear their squeals of shock, the way they try to hurriedly leave.
you glance slightly to the right as gojo moves back down to your neck to get a look at them, your fingers still tangled in his hair, one hand draped over his neck, squinting slightly as you remember their faces from last week, when you overheard them talking about your husband.
thereâs a slight tilt in your lips as you hear their scrambled apologies, the way they try to leave as fast as they can. you try not to gloat too much in their looks of envy and jealousy.
and if you focused just enough, you could feel the smile on his lips.
âyou missed me?â you ask a little breathless, a coy tilt to your voice.
âso much,â he mumbles as he glances up at you from his white lashes, his pupils blown wide, lips messy with spit, red and swollen as he presses a slopping kiss to the slight skin showing of your chest.
âyouâre so immature,â you chide, trying to look away, the hide the bashfulness in your face but his hand cups your jaw, pulling your face back down to see his.
âthey had to see for themselves,â he tells you, his voice wavering on something darker, âhad to see who the only lady gojo is.â
and you smile, eyes a little hazy as your fingers slightly tug on his soft strands, reveling in the way his eyes roll back and his lips find their way back up to yours.
yeah jealousy wasnât the best. but thank the gods your husband was just as petty as you.
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tags. dad!toji x wife!reader. fluff. reader gets called âdollâ
âtoji, youâre gonna break that thing,â you stifle a laugh as you watch your husbandâs muscular form squeeze into one of the playground equipments. megumi is on his lap, giggling as he gets to experience what itâs like to go down a slide with his parent.
toji rolls his eyes and grumbles something along the lines of âthe damn brat forced me toâ. you know how weak that man gets when his son looks up at him with those big, sparkly blue eyes. youâd have given in to megumiâs requests as well if you were in his place. thus you donât blame your lover at all.
âpapa, go!â the little boy pats his dadâs thighs, excitedly smacking the muscles. the pure glee on his tiny face makes you smile as you witness the scene from the bench nearby.
âgive me a sec, kid,â toji responds with a grunt. his legs are pressed tightly against each other, trying to wiggle down the slide. his body isnât going anywhereâ not even moving down one centimetre.
you canât help the laugh that erupts from your throat while you watch toji struggle. the confused and impatient look on megumiâs face as he glances up at his father is pure gold. âpapa go?â your son pouts and squirms.
this is embarrassing for toji. he canât wait to get off and go home. the only thing he can do is pray that no one else sees this view of a grown ass man stuck on a slide.
you pull out your phone and start recording the hilarious sight. âhun,â you call out to toji, covering your mouth while giggling behind the camera. âyou can do it!â
your humorous encouragement makes the dark-haired man kiss his teeth, âtsk, quit that.â he manages to move his legs in a certain way so he could glide down. the process however is quite. . slow.
tojiâs body stutters and goes down the slide in a wonky way. megumi is not amused at all as he sits there and stares downwards, cheeks puffed up. he expected to go much faster than this.
the toddler looks like heâs about to complain the moment he reaches the bottom.
âmamaaaaaa!â
as expected, the little boy quickly hops off tojiâs lap, leaving his humiliated dad sitting at the end of the slide. megumi runs off to you and jumps up onto your lap, an angry yet adorable frown on his face. he whines and hugs you, refusing to face your husband whoâs walking towards you.
toji scoffs at the sight. âoi, you ungrateful little shit,â he comments and crosses his muscular arms over his chest, âyâ should be thanking me for squeezinâ my ass up on that tiny thing.â he glances down at his son whoâs clearly sulking in your arms, disappointed in his performance.
youâd usually scold toji for using such foul language around the kid, though you canât stop yourself from giggling at the situation. megumi actually got offended by his dad being unable to properly go down the slide with him; itâs adorable.
âno, papa shit!â megumi retorts unexpectedly, causing you to laugh even louder. you shake your head and try to make a serious face - to reprimand your child from saying such words - only to fail.
toji clearly didnât expect the boy to mimic him again. he raises an eyebrow and you know heâs not going to hold back. that man will fight anyone, even his own son whoâs only a toddler.
âwhaddâya say there, bud?â your husband huffs and takes a step forward. megumi squeals as he feels the intimidating aura of his dad get closer to him. he squirms off your lap and runs off into the playground, squeaking.
you watch your child scurry off in attempt to escape toji. you grin to yourself, seeing the excitement return on megumiâs face at the aspect of playing with his parent.
toji runs a hand through his messy black hair as he sees the toddler run around the park, excepting him to follow and play with him. he wouldnât admit it out loud, but itâs adorable how his son never stays mad at him for long.
it perfectly describes the father-son relationship they have. he wouldnât want to have it any other way.
toji then shoots you a smirk, leaning down so youâre face to face. he flicks your forehead gently and pinches your cheek, reminding you of one thing before going off to chase after megumi;
âiâll be dealing with ya later for that video yâ made, doll. donâcha think i forgot.â
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