#that’d be freaky

[scarghoul]

Jetfire’s three little jetlings

Headcanon time below cut !

Jetfire has three little jetlings in age order there’s Skybeam, Stormchaser, and Timewarp. (They are still developing their frames in the drawing of their full body).

Jetfire is their carrier and they were all frozen in the ice when Jetfire crashed, because they were frozen Jetfire never gave birth to them and they never really grew at all. Luckily they survived the crash, but the cold affected Jetfire’s memories when he was brought out of the ice. So basically, he didn’t know he was carrying until he was giving birth.

By the time he gave birth he was already with the autobots and the sires of the jetlings (Starscream, Thundercracker, and Skywarp) didn’t know Jetfire gave birth. They thought the jetlings died when Jetfire crashed and didn’t think to check when he was a deception. Though when Jetfire gave birth their instincts were going crazy and they were like freaking out cause none of them knew what was happening.

Because the jetlings knew so little about their sires they took a long time to develop and eventually at some point the others realized, “Hey! Those are the elite trines sparklings. That’s literally just a mini elite trine.”

Jetfire doesn’t remember his conjuxes and so the sparklings never knew their sires until they were put out to fight and the elite trine was like, “holy scrap, those are our jetlings we are NOT hurting them.” The three sires then start planning how to kidnap their jetlings when they found out they existed along with the already set plans to kidnap Jetfire.

That’s like most I have about it. If you wanna know more about the jetlings you could ask me through my ask box!

[emry-stars-art]

@anon-lemon with this ask and the resulting one shot: I also think freshwater merDrew is pretty hehe, the fish I based him off of is a peacock bass (maybe specifically royal peacock bass? With the more blue fin idk) but more dramatic. Like so:

(This is him in perfect nice lighting under shallow water probably but shh he’s beautiful)

Reference pictures I used under the cut

I love mixing and matching references. Idc what I heard growing up, life CAN be a buffet and I CAN a pick my favorite parts to mash together sometimes 😌

[mrbeeboi]

That moment when fanart inspiration hits you like a truck while you’re supposed to be sleeping and you have work tomorrow

[ilickedyoursaltlamp]

The more i think about this idea the more delighted i am. Are there regulations on venomous bugs like scorpions? What kind of bug would be a seeing-eye bug? Maybe a fly would be a good seeing-eye bug. Taking a water strider to a lake for enrichment. Pet spider taking my stuffed animals for its web.

glimpse into my beautiful imaginary world where arthropods are really big and we domesticated them

edit: people are starting to say some "my worst nightmare" or "eeeww no that one is yucky and scary" comments on this like they do on any bug post and id like to say. it's fine if you don't like bugs it's fine if you're scared of bugs but don't put that on MY post clearly talking about how much i like them and how cute i think they are. you can make your own damn post about how much you hate wasps or spiders or whatever. i'm blocking people who make these kinds of comments.

[rangersoup]

Throw back to the time my family got back from watching Red Dawn and the power went out in the entire city immediately afterwards.

[diazdnconfused]

35&6

I can’t believe we’ve made it this far, Ro! T-minus 2 weeks until you’re here (doctors orders) and I can’t wait to hold you in my arms. Your bassinet and swing are all set up and ready for you, cabinets are full of bottles and I’m meal prepping for the rest of us once you arrive and we’re exhausted beyond repair. You have so many people cheering for you and me to get thru this all safely, which is so incredibly heart warming. You are so loved already, little buddy.

[wonderjanga]

League Money

So, like in this AU, every leaguer gets like this little allowance from Batman for stuff they need as superheroes. Now, Billy’s never used the fund, as Marvel doesn’t really need food, or water, or anything like that. He’s never thought to use it for himself because “that’d be wrong”. But one day:

Marvel: “Flash, how was your day?” Flash: “It was good. I got some groceries with the trust fund Spooky gave us.”

Marvel: “Wait what? You can do that?” *whispering like this is some dirty secret*

Flash: “Uh… Yeah? Hal used it last week to get hair gel. Bats never said anything, so I’m pretty sure it’s fine.”

Marvel: “Oh.” *remembers the many winters he nearly starved to death in* “Okay.”

Later…

*Marvel now back as Billy, is arm deep, rummaging through his pocket dimension*

Billy: *grabs onto something* “There you are!” *pulls out shiny credit card and looks at it in awe*

This single credit card held his league money.

Billy: *looks over to his little stash of food. Rats had eaten it all recently. Looks back to the card* “This is a bad idea.” *stands up and starts heading to his door, shoving the card in his pocket* “This a really bad idea.”

*Billy walks to the grocery store and enters, ignoring the concerned look from the cashier wondering why a little kid came into the store alone*

Billy: *grabs a cart and grabs a bunch of nonperishables, all with a guilty look cause he feels bad about spending the money on himself. Rolls up to the cashier*

Cashier: “Uh… Hey, little guy.” *little wave* “Is your dad nearby?” *looks around for literally any parental figure*

Billy: “Yeah, he’s outside.” *still looks guilty*

Cashier: “Oh, okay.” *still looks a little concerned but starts scanning items* “Is your school doing a canned food drive?” *eyes the various cans as they scan them*

Billy: “Uh… Yes.” *takes out the credit card and hands it to the cashier because he’s too short to reach the scanner without standing on his tip toes*

Cashier: *scans the card for him* “It declined.”

Billy: “What? Can you try again?” *does not want to inconvenience this poor cashier by making them put all the cans away*

Cashier: *Swipes the card again and it once again declines* (Marvel needs to be the one to swipe it, the average Joe, including Billy, can’t cause Batman did some freaky stuff and made it so that only the person the card belongs to can make it work. Billy didn’t know.) “It declined again. Why don’t you go get your dad or mom? I’ll hold your stuff.”

Other customers in line: *groans of annoyance*

Billy: “I’ll try!” *Runs out of store panicking. Runs to an alley and shazams into Marvel*

Marvel: *still panicking, whips out a spell that changes his suit into civvies. Runs back as fast as a normal human can. Enters store and speed walks as calmly as he can back to cashier* “Sorry. My- uh son told me the card wasn’t working?”

Cashier: *jaw drops when they see Captain Marvel walk through the door in normal clothes*

Other customers in line: *jaws also drop*

Marvel: “Uhm… My card?” *holds hand out for it*

Cashier: *uses one hand to close jaw back up and with the other hand, gives the card to Marvel* “Right. It declined a couple times.”

Marvel: “Really?” *swipes it and it accepts* (Billy was jumping in joy inside) “Would you look at that? Must’ve been a fluke.”

Cashier: *still a little speechless at Captain Marvel being in front of him in civilian clothes. Also that little kid was the Captain’s kid?* “Sorry.”

Marvel: “For what? I doubt it was your fault.” *walks over to grab the bags of cans* “Thanks for helping my kid.” *gives cashier signature sunny smile before walking out of the store, then promptly sprinting home*

[mrsimpurity]

https://www.tumblr.com/chaoticuserm/761435457504608256?source=share

This is so "logan and reader wedding photos after their vegas wedding core"

Their both freaky soooooooo

cw: smut (nsfw), p in v

omg this is spot on!

you’d been so adamant about being his legal wife. and since you’re both the adventurous type, what’s better than a vegas wedding? 

you weren’t one for big ceremonies and frankly speaking, didn’t want your family to attend. so in just a couple of hours, you were on the road and about to be a married couple. 

it took you about 15 minutes to convince him to shove yourselves into the tiny photo booth after the “wedding” and when he finally caved in, he made you the happiest woman on earth! of course, your ass pushing back against him in the tiny space, shifting in his lap, was a perfect predicament for logan to finally voice the only wish that’d been on his mind for the past couple of hours. 

“let me fuck my wife, baby.” logan mumbles in your ear, pulling up your tiny skirt and pushing your panties aside. you don’t protest, mind hazy with post-marital bliss and plans of buying a puppy as a newly married couple. 

logan takes his cock out of his briefs and grabs your hips, slowly sinking you down on his length. you moan, fully ignoring the shutter sounds of the camera as logan’s girth splits you open, wet pussy clenching around his cock.

“you feel so fucking good.” he grunts behind you, overwhelmed by the way your velvety walls squeeze him. he fucks up into you, grabbing your tits and kneading the fat. you whine out in pleasure, mouth forming an “o” shape as the camera captures you in another intimate moment, teetering on the edge of your orgasm. 

logan picks up the pace, thrusting inside you. his fingers reach down to rub your puffy clit and your muscles tense as your release crashes over you. 

your hole pulsates around logan’s cock, egging him on to go faster. your moans fill the small space as you ride out your high. logan lifts you up by the hips and stands up from the small seat in the photo booth. he holds you tightly as his cock thrusts inside your wet pussy. 

“fuck, lo.” you mutter as he cums, his warm seed painting your walls white. his chest heaves as he finally sits you down in his lap again, not pulling out of you yet. the two of you are panting, your hair disheveled, tits out and back pressed against logan’s clothed chest as he places a chaste kiss to the side of your neck.

it’s a heartwarming, but nearly comical sight. and thank goodness, you somehow managed to get all of it on camera. needless to say, you’d never thought that your future husband would keep a photo in his wallet of you sitting on his cock in a photobooth, but life is full of surprises!

[e-nonsense]

hii girly! can i ask for roses in burlap and lace? It can be as something as simple as headcanons or a fic if you desire, whatever you're comfortable with! It's about how he's receives kisses, from surprises kisses, sweet ones, freaky ones, soft ones, sad ones --all the kisses really

hes literally so gorgeous and how could you literally not want to kiss him every single second of the day fr fr anyways thats all, congratulations on 2k and I hope you have a wonderful day ahead of you! <3

DIFFERENT KISSES WITH CHARLES XAVIER

first class!charles xavier who would be greedy with kisses, littering them all over you and you’d return he favour, kissing down his jaw, his nose. he’s laugh, short little giggles that’d urge you to continue until he was laughing, cheeks red.

dotpf!charles xavier would avoid your kisses. believing himself not worthy of your affections, but you’d catch him either way, litter his face with kisses to show him no matter what you love him.

apocalypse!charles xavier who’s learning himself again. letting himself be loved and cared for by you once more. he linger in some moments when the two of you were alone, waiting for a kiss like a puppy. it was cute, the way he’d hold his arms open for you like a child wanting something. he’d kiss you all over to make up for the days he’d rejected your kisses.

dark phoenix!charles xavier who’s once again complicated. split between thinking he’s right and hating himself. everyone blames him, you kisses are relief, an escape. he’d lean into every opportunity to be loved by you.

father figure!charles xavier he’s like a father to you, you’d hug him like a child would hug their father. he’d cry about it later, how much you adored him. a fatherly kiss placed on top of your head before he messed up your hair, and telling you to “shoo”.

platonic!charles xavier a brotherly figure. you tease and annoy each other, a kiss on your temple for comfort here and then. not often, neither of you like opening up.

charles xavier who you help bathe. you’d kiss along his shoulders and he’d shiver, your lips warm against the cooling water on his skin. you help scrub his back and he’ll place a gentle kiss to your lips as a “thank you”.

charles xavier who thinks you hung the stars. he’d worship the ground you walk on, you love him more? impossible.

charles xavier who knows he doesn’t deserve you in any scenario. a person so forgiving and caring, caring about him. something he thought he’d lost the rights to a long time ago.

surprise kisses would fluster him. he’d be so caught off guard focused in his own little world, he’d stutter over his words unable to meet your eyes.

sweet kisses would make him smile like a dork. he’d grin like a kid on christmas, pinching your cheeks playfully before he pressed a few more equally sweet kisses to your lips.

freaky kisses, his groan vibrates against you, his hand clasping around your throat to bring you closer, a breathy moan leaving his lips, biting your bottom lip before you pull away.

sad kisses made for comforting. a gentle one against each others temple as you rest your foreheads against the others.

playful kisses that make you both laugh. kisses in ticklish spots as you lay in each others arms, you’d fight each other with these ones, he’d kiss you, you’d kiss him back, a never ending cycle.

goodbye kisses you’re leaving to go somewhere for the day. he’ll pout like a child, grumble, melt when you’d kiss him goodbye, trying to keep you for longer.

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[houseswife]

you know how amber and house did shared custody of wilson & in order to avoid the polycule implications (because that’d be weird, obviously) they decided to refer to themselves as mommy and daddy. great work. that’s definitely WAY less freaky. hit the showers gang

[servndipityz]

remember how i said nam-gyu is evil the way a middle schooler is evil? that got me thinking. a lot.

if you ended up in his group, he’d so hate it. who were you to steal his spotlight? who were you to be all buddy-buddy with thanos?

there’s nothing nam-gyu would hate more than being thanos’ shadow—except not being it. so when you join their group, he’d have two possible reactions.

perhaps he’d act just like he did with se-mi, and absolutely despise you. he’d take any chance to contradict you; when you say black he says white, and sometimes he’d contradict himself in the process just to piss you off.

“the food here isn’t that bad,” you’d say, taking a mouthful of plain rice from your container.

nam-gyu would side-eye you. “it tastes like fucking shit,” he’d mutter under his breath.

so, the next day, you’d try something else. “we’ve been eating this for three days straight, it’s starting to get disgusting.”

he’d roll his eyes, “do you think we’re in a fucking buffet or what?” he’d spit, fully aware that no matter what you said, he’d find a reason to disagree.

or maybe he’d completely ignore you. you’d just be another background character to him, a little bit like gyeong-su. but it wouldn’t stop there. eventually, it’d feel intentional. he’d turn away when you spoke, walk faster if you were next to him, cut you off mid-sentence just to make it clear you didn’t exist to him. except you’d know—he wasn’t ignoring you at all. he’d adjust every little action, carefully pretending to not care, when really, all of it was about you.

either way, his mission would be the same, to get under your skin. physical contact? absolutely not off-limits. while thanos would throw a friendly arm around your shoulder, nam-gyu would tug your hair. not in a freaky, kinky way—no, he’d do it lightly, perfectly timed while the group was huddled together, so you’d have no idea who did it. but you’d always know it was him.

he’d sneak a bite of your food. pull at a loose thread on your tracksuit. toss tiny pebbles at you when no one was looking.

but he wasn’t making fun of you—not exactly. he didn’t laugh when he pissed you off. he just wanted to get to you. he’d enjoy it in a fucked up way, a way that’d genuinely make you think, what is wrong with him?

then, one night, you’d wake up—maybe because someone was snoring too loudly or because thanos wouldn’t stop tossing around—and in the dim light, you’d notice nam-gyu curled up on his bed, sleeping in fetal position with your tracksuit jacket draped over him.

he’d be gripping it, using it like a blanket. he was always cold, and you’d taken your jacket off to sleep, but you never expected him to just… take it. the way he held it, though—gripping the edges tightly, face buried in the fabric—it’d almost make you not hate him entirely.

the strangest part would come the next morning. you’d wake up to find the jacket draped over you. you’d seen him with it, so how was it back? had he…?

you’d glance at him, sitting on his bed, rubbing his eyes as he got ready for the day. you’d stare at him a moment longer, and when he noticed, he’d throw you the rudest face ever. “what?” he’d snap.

surely, he couldn’t have put it back on you. right? but you’d still wonder.

after a while, maybe he’d get used to you. used to having you around, used to you constantly making snarky retorts at him, used to having to work together. after all, you were in the same team, so technically you weren’t the enemy.

his hair-pulls would turn more into light tugs when he wanted your attention. the deliberate attempts to trip you would start being paired with his hand hovering near your wrist, ready to catch you before you actually fell. and sometimes, after a particularl harsh game, he’d casually leave his container of food half-full, just within your reach.

“don’t look at me like that,” he’d mutter, shrugging like he was annoyed. “i’m just not hungry.” then he’d walk off, sneaking a glance to make sure you were eating his leftovers.

before long, he’d start celebrating with you after a win. a quick squeeze of your shoulder, or maybe grabbing you and shaking you around if he got too excited.

at night, he’d wait every time you needed to go to the bathroom, sitting straight on his bed and watching the bathroom door from afar just to supervise that you were getting out.

“were you watching me?” you’d ask in a hushed voice, climbing back into your bed with a raised brow.

“no,” he’d whisper, almost offended. “i just couldn’t sleep.” and he’d lie back down—on a bed closer to yours than the one he originally picked. to keep the group together, he’d claimed.

“you cold?” you’d finally ask one night, although his back would be turned to you. still, you'd see his breathing stop for a split second. he was the kind of guy whose hands were always cold, the type of guy who just was always cold.

“no,” he’d say, after a long pause. a terrible liar.

you’d sigh, “okay… but you can come closer if you want.” you’d still say. at a certain point it had become quite normal to see people doing something that resembled snuggling. some of the players got cold in the night, and others just needed to hold onto someone at that point. it wasn’t exactly cuddling, but it wasn’t weird to see.

he’d stay still, and you’d be almost able to see the wheels turning in his head.

finally he’d turn around and scoot closer. just a little. and then a little more, and more, until your bodies would be almost touching, facing each other. the way the beds were arranged allowed for the players to get quite close together, if it weren’t for the small gaps between the mattresses.

he’d look at your eyes for a small while before trying to snuggle closer and burring his face down like a cat before drifting off to sleep.

at a certain point, if he wasn’t high as balls, he’d even wonder himself if he pestered you for thanos’ attention, or actually just to get yours. he’d wonder why he was always so close to you, if he iked seeing you get mad or if he just liked seeing you. if he got a kick out of messing with you—or just being with you.

and then he’d pop one of thanos’ pills and forget the whole thing.

[targayrenss]

i saw ur post about older rockstar eddie x younger pop star girlfriend and OMG i feel like that’d be so cute! esp if it was a sabrina carpenter type reader who is extremely proud of her feminine sexuality. like eddie hearing juno and bed chem for the first time??? eddie seeing her juno positions??? omg i love

Eddie knows your lyrics very well as he has even been involved in producing some of them.

What he wasn't aware of was what you had planned for your upcoming tour.

It was the first show of your new tour, obviously he had to be there to support you.

The show was going great, you had come out in that beautiful baby pink bodysuit with matching garters, singing songs you wrote together about the two of you.

It was while you were singing Juno

“Wanna try on some freaky positions?Have you ever tried this one?”

His mouth dropped open in surprise as he saw you posing doggy style in the middle of the stage, he heard your fans going crazy, shit even he was going crazy and he had seen you in that position hundreds of times.

You were on your little month off, a month you chose to take a break from concerts and spend some time with your family and friends.

You were coming out of the bathroom after getting ready for bed, the further you walked into the room the clearer your own voice was coming out of Eddie’s phone.

“Have you ever tried this one?”

“Have you ever tried this one?”

“Have you ever tried this one?”

You climbed into bed laying down next to him, your head resting on his shoulder so you could peek at his phone

“What are you doing babe?”

“Shh!, I’m trying to watch a compilation of your freaky positions”

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 39 || The Way He Needs You

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, semi-filthy smut, & some angst.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.2k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

————YOU FORGOT CHOSO WAS a damn freak. He wasn’t a pervert, like he’s not the type to get off on your clothes right in front of you like others have but, Choso Kamo is a very freaky man.

He likes to experiment with you sometimes, whether it’s seeing how much he can stretch your legs up and almost over your head or testing to see how many times he can make you cum before you squirt, he’s enamored by the process of pleasing you.

Currently, you were on top of his muscular parted thighs, his hands were on your bare hips as your clothes had been disregarded, and he started out by having you bounce on his cock nonstop for as long as he could get you to go. His pretty brown eyes all over you as your tits jumped in front of his face.

You were no stranger to the cowgirl position, especially not with Choso who seems to love said position more than anything. Whether it’s reversed or not, he loves seeing you on top of him, taking every inch of him for as long as possible until you’re whining about your legs being tired, to which he’d take control and stuff his inches up into you.

Slick sounds of your cunt sliding up and down his erect cock followed by the slap of skin each time you sink all the way down fill the entirety of the man’s art studio. If it wasn’t his big dick that’d knock right into your sweet spot every single time you plopped down, then it was Choso’s mouth that made you a wet mess.

His hands were on your hips, gripping onto you tight enough to leave marks but his head was tossed back. The sexy sight of his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed down groans and grunts each time your gummy walls clamped down around his shaft just right was just perfect.

Choso doesn’t mind letting out his sounds, he knows you like them. “Oh fuuuck…” He choked out, his eyes flickering back for a second, “Jus’ like tha-at baby, ride that dick like it’s yours… s-shit…”

“Hah… ah…” You smile briefly, “It is, isn’t it?”

He smirks and shifts his head back into place, meeting your eyes, “You tell me, fuck…”

Your little moment of confidence goes away just as quickly as it came, “T-Tell you?”

Choso bites his lower lip and he lifts you up a bit higher before slamming you down, “Tell me it’s yours, princess… Show me who this dick belongs to.”

“F-Fuck…” You moan, growing shy in a matter of seconds, “Y-You want me to… mmgh, s-say that?”

“Mhm…” Choso nods his head, smiling a little, “Tell me, baby…”

“S-Shit, Cho… I…” Your eyelashes flutter for a moment as you continue to bounce and grind on his length.

He tilts his head and pouts at you. You’re so cute when you get like this. It’d be at random that you’d take control in the past but Choso loved it when you were shy too. He loved seeing how nervous you get to voice out what he asks you to and how you start trying to look away.

Which you begin to do now, turning your head to the side and biting your lower lip in embarrassment.

Choso chuckles and you feel the palms of his hands caress the sides of your body, his hands finding their rightful place on your waist, “Can’t say it, baby?” He coos.

You shake your head a bit and then moan, “Mmh.. n-no…”

“C’mon, yeah you can.” He teases, moving one hand to your arm. Your brows tense for a second before he forces your hand to his neck, his eyes still on yours despite you looking away, “Tell me I’m yours, princess. F-Fuck… claim me.”

Steadily, your eyes slide over to his and you rock your hips back and forth with vigor, feeling the tip of his cock knock around your insides just right. “C-Choso… hah…” You shake your head and bite back the words he wants you to say.

“Mmmh..” Choso hums, sliding your hand up a little and then forcing the tip of your thumb near his mouth. He licks you briefly, “Jus’ say it; who do I belong to?” He asks.

You let out a shaky breath, “M-Me, fuck…”

“Yeah?” He smiles and you feel the way his cock twitches inside you, “I belong to you?”

“Mhmmm.” You whine, blindly nodding your head at the man.

“All yours, right?” Choso teases, moving to toss his head back and force your hand to his neck once more.

You pick up on what it is he wants you to do so you tighten your grasp on his neck ever so slightly, “Y-Yeah, all m-mine,”

The sudden grip made him moan in such a sultry manner, his eyes rolling back for a second, “F-Fuck, baby…” He chuckles a little, “If you’re gonna’ choke me, d-do it harder…”

Shit, he was really into this. But so were you, your hand squeezing around his neck a bit more as you sped up the movement of your hips. You’d rock your hip forward and lift slightly at the same time, then reverse the movement before rolling in a circular motion, the sensation making Choso lose his mind.

“Holy s-shit,” Choso suddenly whines, his face and ears reddening, “F-Fuck me… aaugh…”

His hand left yours and he went back to holding your hips and encouraging your movement. Choso groans and moans so loudly and unashamed, feeling the way your cunt gushes and pulses around his cock.

You grin just barely, your confidence returning to you as you see the needy state you’ve brought him to, “You’re so cute like this, Cho.” You hum out to him, your voice coming out more breathy than you would’ve liked.

Choso unconsciously thrusts up into you and his head tips forward, his eyes low and filled with lust as they meet yours, “Yeah? Think’ m’cute like this?” He utters.

You nod and take your hand off his neck. Then, you lean back a little and start forcing yourself to raise nearly off his cock completely and then flop right back down, making the man choke on air.

“Shiiit… M’gonna cum-,” Choso releases that whiney whimper you’ve heard before, “You’re g-gonna make me c-cum, baby…”

You repeat the action over and over and over again, tossing your own head back and riding him in earnest as his words go straight to your core. Choso looks down at the sight, nearly releasing as soon as he sees how slick and soaked his cock is because of you.

Then there’s the way your folds just part around his length, taking his every inch and vein perfectly as your pretty moans hit his ears. The man is moving before he even realizes it, raising a hand to his mouth for a second and spitting on his thumb to then rub over your clit as you fuck him.

Your eyes widen and you gasp, “Fuck-, Choso…” Your hips stutter in movement and he smirks.

“Don’t stop,” Choso encourages, “C’mon keep bouncin’ on me like that. M-Mhmm… Hah… Makes me feel so good, princess.” He tells you, despite his thumb working over your sensitive bud so skillfully that you lose focus for a moment.

Your upper half weighs forward a bit and your body twitches above him, “I… I c-can’t when you-,” Your words transition into a straight moan when the man suddenly presses onto your abdomen, pushing at where the bulge of his cock is and applying a sudden pressure onto it, “F-Fuu-uck…” You whine.

Your legs clamp around him a little and Choso smiles, a sudden idea popping into his mind. “You can’t?” He teases, “Want’ me to help you, hm?”

“P-Please,” You hush out.

“Hm?” Choso hums, suddenly finding the urge to tease you, “Couldn’t hear you... Speak up, pretty girl.”

Your eyes roll back a little as his wet thumb slicks over your clit all too quickly, “Y-Yes, fuck, help me.”

He smiles, “You sure?”

“Yes Choso,” You rush, “Please-”

Maybe you shouldn’t have agreed…

Choso shifts his arms entirely and they slip under your legs. Your eyes go as wide as ever and you’re quick to wrap your arms around his neck before the man suddenly stands up and your knees bend.

Your jaw goes slack when Choso seamlessly moves his hands to hold your legs up and open for him, his dick nearly slipping out of you as the man moves. You couldn’t even get a word out before he carried you away from the couch and to the nearest wall, which wasn’t more than a few steps away.

Your back is pressed against it before you have a chance to process and his hands go to the underside of your thighs, forcing your legs to be folded and spread nice and wide before he shoves every inch of his dripping cock back into you without warning.

“Ohfuck-,” You moan in one breath, holding onto his neck for dear life as you adjust to being carried against a wall. Your eyes shut for a moment and whines slip from your lips.

Choso presses his chest to yours and draws his hips back carefully, “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me,” He whispers, his voice low and coated in deep arousal as his breath hits the skin of your lips.

You do, just barely. His cock was nearly all the way out of you for long enough to give you a minute to breathe. Yet, the very second your eyes open and meet his, Choso’s slowly thrusting his dick right back into you, purposefully watching the way your face twists up as he enters you again.

“S-So… f-fucking,” You choke out a moan, “B-Big…”

“Mhm,” He smirks, “I know… But,” Choso leans in a bit more, his lips brushing right over yours, “You always take it like a good girl, right?”

You nod your head as best as you can and your breath is shared with his own in a very intimate way, “Y-Yeah…”

“Jus’ f’me, right?” Choso suddenly asks.

He’s not dumb, he knows that if there’s another guy, you’ve probably slept with him too. Even so, he doesn’t care about that right now.

Your lips are parted and you try not to moan, “C-Choso, I…”

“Let me pretend baby,” His face twists up in pleasure as his fat tip mushes right into the hilt of your soppy cunt, “L-Let me pretend it’s only me you let do this t-to you…” He huffs out shakily.

“H-Hnnngh… Choso,” You whine at his words, part of you wishing that in another timeline, you met Choso instead of Gojo and his words could prove to be true.

“Tell me it’s just me, princess,” He requests, “Please, l-let me pretend I’m all yours and you’re all mine,” Choso’s voice shifting into something needy for a moment, “P-Please, baby.”

You nod, your mind dazed with pleasure, “I-It’s jus’ you Cho…”

That statement makes him pull out and ease right back in for a second time, “Y-Yeahhh… Jus’ me ‘nd you…” He mumbles.

Yet, amid his moment of pretending that’s actually the case, the necklace that another guy gifted to you earlier that day brushes against him due to how close he is to you. Choso pulls his face back away from yours slightly and his eyes go to the item.

It looks pretty on you. So pretty that he wishes he could’ve bought it for you instead. He wishes he confessed first, wishes he could buy you nice things whenever he wanted to, wishes he was enough for you-- enough so that you didn’t even have to second guess choosing him over someone else.

Lost in those thoughts for a moment, Choso doesn’t even realize he’s started thrusting into you again. His hips are crashing against yours, his hard throbbing cock fucking so roughly into you suddenly. Moans and cries of his name are pouring from your lips and his brows furrow.

“Louder,” Choso suddenly grunts, his voice husky and commanding enough to give you chills, “Moan my name louder f’me. Who’s making you feel good? Hm?”

Your eyes threaten to roll back, “Y-You, Choso… F-Fuuck…”

He nods but his gaze won’t leave that damn jewelry resting against your skin. So, he starts pounding into you harder and harder and harder, watching the way the item jolts and jumps against you with his every mean thrust.

Choso suddenly snaps his eyes up to your own and sees that yours are barely open. He’s fucked you dumb without even realizing it. Drool is already escaping the corner of your lips and you’re just moaning and whining at how aggressive he is.

He leans his face in but tips his head to the side a little. You feel his tongue lap up the liquid that escaped your mouth before he slips the appendage right in between your lips, shoving his tongue in hungrily and kissing you with so much passion it makes your legs go weaker than they already were.

In between his kiss, you’re whimpering, “C-Choso… S’too m-much… m’gonna cum-”

“Do it,” He groans into your mouth, shutting you up with yet another heated kiss. When he pulls away slightly, there’s a fat wad of spit hanging between your lips and his, “Remind me how messy you get f’me,” Choso utters lowly, “Cum all over my cock… Aaagh… fuuck… I told you I wanna feel it all over my legs.”

There’s this loud and filthy squelching that fills the air, along with the stinging slap of his pelvis crashing into your frame every time he fucked his cock into the tightness of your hole. You just take what he gives you, whining and moaning through it.

“C-Choso, ha-ah… mm-mmh… nngh… s’g-good,” You slur out lustfully. He found you nothing but cute in that moment, despite the angry thrust of his hips.

Your nails scrape at his upper back and even his neck a little as you cling onto him for dear life, your cunt spasming and gushing around his length as you come undone.

Choso’s hands grip the plush underside of your thighs like crazy, actually leaving dark marks on you as he begins to pummel his dick into you, reaching right into your cervix every single time. He filled you up so perfectly with his size, driving himself into you so deeply and so harshly.

“That’s my girl,” Choso praises so softly yet lowly, “Thaat’s my fuckin’ girl,” He repeats through a sexy groan.

“M-Mhm,” You nod your head to his words, blindly agreeing.

“Yeah?” Choso huffs out, “Say it then, princess.” His words are so gentle with you but the way his already aggressive pace picks up into something even harsher is frightening.

It’s so sloppy how your slick creates a messy coat around his cock, a ring of your liquids collecting at his base, “M’yours, Cho,” You mumble out quietly.

Your legs part a bit more as he spreads you out, shifting his feet on the floor and adjusting to pump you so stupidly full of his cock. You were sure you could feel him deeper than possible. It was like he was in your stomach, albeit an exaggeration, he was so fucking deep inside you.

And he continues to hit deep and hard, almost meanly. He knows your claims aren’t true. You’re not actually his but he could care less, not right now, not when you looked so damn pretty with your face all fucked out and his name leaving your throat in such a whiney manner.

“You’re mine?” He asks tauntingly, “If that’s the case then… mgh… Can I fuck you full of my cum?” Choso questions filthy, as if you don’t let him do so almost every time you two have sex.

You’re nodding before the words leave your lips, “Y-Yeahh…”

“Yeah, what?” He smiles briefly, “Say it to me, baby.”

“I… a-aah…” You stammer to get it out due to the way air leaves your lungs as he pistons into your cunt, “W-Want’ you to fill me up, Cho… p-please…”

“You’re so good f’me,” He whispers, “S-So f-fuckin’ good…” He says before leaning in, his pace doesn’t slow. If anything you think it gets faster and you swear your body is trembling in his hold while he pounds his cock into you, “I love you,” Choso says, his body pressing into yours and making him reach deep yet again.

Your jaw goes slack and your eyes roll back, “M-Mhmm…”

Choso starts kissing you. Your lips, your cheeks, your jaw, under your neck, and all over you as ropes and ropes of his seed are fucked into you. Not that his orgasm stops him because he’s still rock hard and still balls deep inside you after the fact.

It’s a creamy white mess as he does so. The lewd sounds get even louder and you’re experiencing another orgasm in sync with him, the sensation throwing you into overstimulation like crazy. Your legs are shaking and your toes are curling.

The deed was so damn messy that your mixed cum was leaking down off his cock, slipping over his balls, and falling to the floor below. It was a sloppy and disgusting mess but Choso was too wrapped up in pounding into you against the wall to care.

He moves his mouth to your ear at some point and whimpers so messily against you. Your cunt clamps around him so tightly at the sudden sound. He’s so whiney after an orgasm, as if he’s not fucking himself into your guts.

“You’re s-squeezin’ me, b-baby,” He breathes out to you, “S-So fu-fuckin’ tiiight… fuuuuuck,” He whines against your ear, his voice echoing through your eardrums and worsening your state.

His needy voice was the complete opposite of how he bullied his stiff cock into your hole, a repetitive slick and plop noise flowing into the sex-induced air.

“Cho-so, r-right… fuck… right t-there-,” You could hardly get it out before he started clobbering his dick into where you wanted him.

Your legs were like jello in his hands, completely going numb to how hard he was going. It was by far the hardest Choso’s ever fucked you and you thrived in every second of it.

He suddenly throws his head back as he beats his tip into you, his cum and your own getting everywhere on the floor below, not that he cared. “Oh god… I wanna’ make you mine, s-s’bad… Wanna’ hear you tell me m’yours all the time…” Choso babbles.

He was beyond drunk off your cunt and his own words riled him up to a new degree.

“Wanna’ fuck you like this every day…” Choso goes on, “S-Shit, you make me feel so good.”

He starts panting and his eyes go teary from a mix of emotions and pleasure before he brings his head into place and meets your gaze.

“I love you so much,” Choso grunts, “Love’ you… Love that look right t-there… L-Love’ this f-fuckin’ pussy,” He groans so loudly that it just thrums against your ears. He’s just rambling at this point, his mind all over the place.

“Choso,” You moan, just barely, your voice fading as pathetic whines leave you.

He shoves every inch in as deep as possible and then presses his entire body up against yours, pushing you even further against the wall and forcing pressure on the bulge of his cock inside you again. Then, he moves his lips to the crown of your ear, “Again, s-say my name again, princess.”

Your cunt flutters around him nearly every time he speaks, “Choso…”

“Look at me,” He orders pulling away slightly so you can do so, “One more time, say it one more time, baby.”

“C-Choso…” You repeat, your voice airy and light.

He nods, “Mhm, keep sayin’ it f’me, jus’ like that…”

You do, feeling as he slides out and proceeds to abuse the insides of your pussy, your walls stretching for his girth and feeling the aggressive but passionate slide of his veiny cock nudging into you. His name leaves your wet lips with every thrust and his eyes refuse to leave yours.

The eye contact was so intense, his heart was pounding against yours and both of your pupils were dilated like crazy. Choso’s lips are parted just like yours, breathy grunts of your name leaving his throat and he fucks you as though he were mad at you.

“F-Fu-uu-uck…” You’d stutter out in between his pounding. The man had your pussy dripping and drooling with liquids, all of which just slid onto him and down his legs.

He liked the feeling too, that slight tickle of your cum trickling down his muscular thighs while he rutted into you. “M-Mmgh… Baby,” He groaned, his eyes still locked on yours.

Your gaze was teary from all the pleasure, “H-Hm?”

“It’s all yours,” Choso mumbles. Your brows furrow but he makes up for your confusion and continues, “My cock… It’s all yours… E-Every f-fuckin’ inch… only for you, pretty.” He claims.

You manage a smile, “I k-know,”

He bites his lip briefly, “Do you?” He hushes out.

“Mhmm…” Your heart rate is all over the damn place, “Know’ it’s mine…”

“Yeahh…” He sighs, “S-Say that again, p-please?”

“It’s mine,” You choke in between a moan, “Mmmh… you’re all m-mine…”

Choso nods desperately, “Y-Yeah, I-I am…”

He seems so happy to hear you say that, whether or not you meant it. Hell, the words drove his body crazy and he was emptying another load into you without realizing.

When he does, he breaks away from the eye contact and looks down, “F-Fuuck…”

“Hm?” You hum almost sleepily.

“I c-came inside again, baby…” Despite his worried words, the sight below him makes him shudder. It is a white and creamy mess where the two of you are connected.

As his cock slips out of your twitching cunt, he watches as the liquid oozes out of your hole and onto the floor, biting his lip at the sight, “D-Damn… That’s so… fuck, princess… look at it drip outta’ you…”

You wearily look down and what he’s talking about, just barely feeling the uncomfortable mess leak out of you. “Cho… you gotta’ s-stop cumming inside me…”

He looks at your face and chuckles, “You told me to…”

You pout at how he’s teasingly blaming you, “You wanted to.”

“Needed to.” He corrects.

“Why?”

Choso shrugs, “It feels nice.”

“Mh.” You hum simply in response.

“You feel nice.” The male adds on, tipping his head to the side a little.

“Thanks but…” You smile just barely, “Plan B isn’t a guarantee, y’know…”

“I’m aware.” He replies quickly.

You blink, carefully whispering to him, “Choso…”

“Yes?”

The way he’s looking at you is so loving, his eyes all wide and full of concern as to what your next words will be.

With a sigh, you glance off to the side, “I could get pregnant…”

He nearly said so without a second thought. Was he really about to say that? What the hell is coming over him??

Choso swallows and starts to move his hands as he holds you so that you can wrap your legs around him comfortably. “R-Right… I’ll uh, I’ll start pulling out then…”

“Or…” You bring your eyes to his own, “You could start wearing a condom.”

Choso frowns and moves to rest his head in the crook of your neck, still carrying you up against the wall like you weigh nothing, “And not be able to feel you raw? I’d rather jus’ pull out and cum on you than put rubber in between me ‘nd you.”

“Can you?” You tease.

“Can I what?” He questions innocently.

His breath hits your skin as he speaks and you grin, “Pull out in time?”

“I-I…” Choso nuzzles into your neck and your grin spreads into a smile when he kisses your skin, “Of course I can.”

A simple hum is let out in response and for a while, Choso just holds you with his face buried into you. His body is warm against yours as the rapid beating of his heart is felt against your chest.

He’s just done a lot and slowly, this sense of post-nut clarity just washes over him. Because his face is in your neck, that annoying necklace is brushing over his skin and Choso begins to fall into his thoughts.

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Eventually, the male carried you back over to the couch, and at first, he sat with you on top of him, soon moving for the two of you to lay across the couch together. Your naked body lay on top of his and despite the mess, both of you were beyond comfortable this close to each other.

One of his hands rubbed your back as you lay on him, your ear to his chest and his heart beating so steadily against you. Is it weird that you found the sound beautiful? The way it’d thump slightly faster if you moved or how it’d strutter as you let out a soft exhale against his skin.

You liked it. You liked hearing his heart.

“Y’know…” Choso begins suddenly, his deep voice startling you a little, “I wish I confessed earlier.”

You smile a little, “Me too.”

“Would that have made this easier for you?” He asks softly.

“I don’t know…” You voice out honestly, “Maybe. Maybe not… I’m really not sure, Choso.”

You feel him sigh, “Fuck.”

Slowly, you shift so that you can look at him. Choso’s eyes are up on the ceiling and his jaw is clenched.

“What’s wrong?” You murmur curiously.

The man shuts his eyes, “Am I…” He swallows hard, “A-Am I gonna lose you to him?”

Holy shit, that makes your heart throb. He sounds so worried, his tone reminding you of that fateful evening with Gojo in his car…

“I…” You sigh, “I don’t know Choso…”

His eyes remained glued shut, too fearful to open them, “I know I said I don’t care about you and him but… I lied, baby.” Choso admits, his face scrunching up a little, “I don’t wanna’ lose you… A-At least, not to some asshole.”

“Cho, he… he’s not-“

“You told me you hated him,” Choso recalls, his voice softening into something slightly hurt, “Shit, p-princess you told me it wasn’t gonna’ be some kinda’ enemies to lovers thing b-but… that’s what it is now, right?”

“N-No, Choso I don’t love him.”

“Yet,” He adds on, “You don’t love him yet… A-And it’s my fault,” Choso’s falling victim to the negative voices in his head that are currently spewing doubts and insecurities onto him. “I-If I didn’t leave you… I-If I was honest from the beginning and jus’ told you how I felt-“

“Choso it’s not your fault, c’mon, you know it’s not your fault.”

“Feels’ like it, baby. And I’m not trying to make you feel bad so please, don’t. I just…” He frowns, “God, I wish our relationship was normal.”

This conversation is slowly starting to make you feel sad all over again, “It is though, most normal relationships have drama, Cho.”

“Then I wish we could’ve just been lovers from the beginning.”

“Choso-“

“I wish I was enough for you to fall for me and only me-,” He has to shut his mouth quickly to stop himself from choking on emotion.

“I did, Choso.” You whisper honestly, “I did fall for you. I t-tried to tell you earlier, I lo-“

“You don’t, princess. You don’t love me,” Choso cuts off, his tone quiet and barely even there. “I want you to but, your heart is busy now.”

“Busy with what?” You whisper, your voice shaky with emotion, “Choso, I told you before, I want you.”

“Yet you won’t have me.” He argues.

Frustration settles in the gentle air between the two of you.

A sigh escapes your lips, “I’m not ready to.”

“Why? If it’s not because of that guy t-then why?” Choso stammers, refusing to open his eyes for even a second.

“B-Because I… I’m scared?” You hush out in a confused manner, “I d-don’t want to hurt you Choso.”

“What does that mean?” He asks, confused by your words, “How would you hurt me?”

“I…” You wish you could tell him. “I can’t explain that, Cho.”

He scoffs, “Okay.”

“I’m sorry.” You apologize.

“You don’t have to be. It’s okay, really.” Choso hums, “I’ll just… I-I’ll keep waiting.”

Again, his words bring you sadness. You wish you didn’t have to put him through this, “Choso, that’s torture.”

“Then tell me to stop. Tell me to move on and I will… Or, I’ll try.” He claims.

You say nothing to that.

“Exactly,” Choso scoffs a little, “I’ll just wait for you. And whenever you want me, I’m right here.”

“Wouldn’t that mean I’m using you?” You ask.

“Until you tell me you want me to stop waiting, you can come and go as you please.” Choso sighs in response, “I don’t care if you use me, even if it’s just for sex. That’s toxic but if that’s what it takes for you to feel something for me then… so be it.”

You frown, “Choso-“

“I’ll wait.” He whispers, “I’ll wait lifetimes for you to come to me. And don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours about whether or not I mind the wait because, trust me,” Choso’s eyes crack open and they find your gaze, “I don’t mind.”

“B-But-“

“Always will I yearn for you,” He murmurs, “Hell, I don’t even know if that makes sense b-but I mean it.”

You flash a saddened little smile, “I wish I… Choso, I wish this was easier for us.”

“It will be one day… Hopefully,” He comments with an optimistic little shrug.

“Yeah, hopefully.”

“In the meantime,” Choso moves his hand to the back of your head and forces you to lay on his chest again, “Just stay like this with me for a while, please?”

“M’kay…” You sigh, “But uh… what about our mess?”

Choso yawns and his eyes begin to close again, “I’ll clean it later…” He mumbles tiredly.

You shift and look up at him again, “Cho…?”

“Hm?”

“You’re falling asleep.”

“I know…”

“I can clean it,” You result in saying as you try to move.

Choso’s arms wrap around your body and he prevents you from moving at all, “No.” He utters, “S-Stay with me, princess. Jus’ for a little longer…”

His words sound so stressed and tired that you can’t help but relax into his touch like he wants you to. There’s so much to sort out within your mind.

Maybe…

Maybe you just need a break. Yeah, a break from both guys and the list in general.

You chuckle slightly at the thought. A break sounds like freedom. It sounds like peace. And oh how you crave tranquility…

Yeah, you think that’s what you’ll do.

You’ll just… take a break.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙

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[madamechrissy]

Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - This chapter-rough sex, pregnancy kink, oral fem and male recieving, excessive mentions of cum, Toji is a freaky ass mf, spanking, more freaky shit, that's what this fic rly is.

ꕥ Word Count-this chap- 6.6k

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip.

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Chapter 11

“I’m on the shot! How!?” You are panicking, your heart racing in your chest as you stare at the two lines on the test Toji ran to get. How can this be real, how can you not have noticed…

“Holy shit.” He huffs, still playing with your tits, and you scowl, smacking at his big hands then. “Sorry, doll… they’re so great for stress.”

“Toji, this is serious.”

“I’m dead ass serious.” Toji brushes your hair back gently, and your eyes flutter shut for a moment at how good it feels. “From when do you think, doll? The hotel? Or… was it on Spring break… because that’d make you…”

“Fuck, that would be three months, no way. Shit. I sometimes don’t get a period on the shot for months, and with all the stress of everything I didn’t notice, so I am not sure. Ugh.”

“So I fuck through birth control?” He smirks as he talks, making you even angrier, your blood pressure rising.

“This isn’t funny. Did they even have birth control when Megumi was born, old man?”

He glares at you now, his eyes dark in the bathroom, jaw locking. “Doll you’re really acting like we didn’t have birth control in the early 2000's?”

“I figured you were born in the fifties, so-”

“That’s it.” Toji lifts you up by your arms, turning you to face the mirror, pushing you over the sink. “Imma beat your ass again.”

“You can’t, I’m pregnant!” You giggle then, however, grabbing a toothbrush and toothpaste, catching his eyes and grin in the mirror. “You’re so cocky, you are happy you did this shit.”

“Damn right I am.” He wraps an arm around your waist, hand pressing your tummy gently, and you suck in a breath, seeing him so big behind you, around you, as he rests a chin on your shoulder. “I told ya I wanted to put a baby in ya. Gonna be so sexy when you’re all round.”

“No, I’ll look so gross, ugh!” You brush your teeth viciously, rinsing then, drying your mouth with the back of your hand to turn and face him, back pressed against the counter. “Babe, this is insane. Should we do this?”

He cups your face then, bending low and holding you so close. “It’s up to you, doll, but fuck… I hope you want to. I really do.” He’s choked up then, that rare emotion filling his eyes, making his voice gruff.

“Oh, Toji…” You cup his face gently then, as both of your hearts are pounding in your chests.

“I know I fucked up with Megumi…”

“Don’t…”

“No, listen to me.” He presses his forehead against yours, as his big hands splay your body, gripping so tight like he never wants to let go. “I know I wasn’t shit for the kid back then. I know it, don’t defend it because you love me.”

“You were a baby, Toji. Younger than me!” You feel emotions hit hard, stuck in your throat as he pulls back a bit with a sharp intake of his breath, and you see his dark green eyes watery, breaking your damn heart.

“It’s no excuse for not being around. I am lucky he wanted a relationship when he got older, but I fucking swear to you, if I get another chance to be a dad, I’ll do it right. I’ll do right by both of you, I promise I will, doll.” Your tears are streaming down your cheeks at his hoarse confession, you feel his hands trembling, and you swipe away two errant little tears.

Toji Fushiguro is strong, he’s rough and brazen, he’s so tough and such a big man, he holds so much in. With nasty humor, with quips, making shit a joke, but now he’s looking at you with such devotion, as he holds you so close, your tummy pressed against his. Your toothpaste on your breath is mingling with the coffee on his as you both press so close, gazing at each other.

You know then, that you want this, that you want to have his baby, fuck it’s insane and you’ll be like twenty two and and a momma… yet, you want it with every fiber of your being. As you see this care, this love, this hope, as you feel his hand gently atop your flat tummy, as you both picture it round, as you picture a life with him.

“I know I am not the most… sweet man.” You giggle through your tears, but he’s still very serious. “But I swear to you this, a little girl or boy, I’ll be the best dad I can be, I’ll do everything to take care of you all, I’ll make sure of it. If I get a chance to have a beautiful little girl, who looks like you, or a little shithead boy like me.”

“Oh… fuck.” You’re sobbing now, you can’t help it, not when you hear the desperation in his voice, when you feel his lips on your forehead, so oddly sweet and so different. You feel his love and need radiating as you cling to his bare arms, feeling his entire body tense.

“I can’t ask you to do this if you don’t want, and I’ll love you no matter your decision, but fuck… I can’t lie. I want so bad to have babies with you, to make a family, to do this shit right. Please, Doll, give me a shot?” He finishes then, hand brushing back your hair gently, and you smile tremulously up at him.

“Of course I want this baby. There’s no question, none at all. It’s insane, and my dad will kill you, Megumi will also kill you… people will say shit. But I don’t care, not one bit, because I want this.” You put a shaky little hand over his big one, and watch him break down then, slamming his lips on yours, as your saliva mixes with both of your tears that fall.

“I love you so fuckin’ much doll.” He pulls back to whisper, his handsome face in a big grin now, and you can’t stop your smile. “I’ve never been more happy in my stupid, worthless fuckin’ life.”

“It’s not worthless, you’re not worthless Toji.”

“I was, doll. But I won’t be, not this time, I swear I’ll do everything right. I may fuck some shit up at times, but-”

“Stop that.” He pauses, taking a breath now. “I know you’ll be a good father, I know you’ll take care of me. I believe in you.”

Toji looks away, covering his face then. “You little brat, always making me cry like a lil bitch.”

You smile, damn near choking on emotion, turning his face back to you, your thumb brushes on that scar you love so much. “I’m gonna be a mommy, do you think I’ll be a good one? I don’t even know! I’m so nervous.”

He picks you up in his arms with ease, sitting you on the cold marble counter of the sink then, bending down and sliding your shirt up, kissing your tummy. Your sobs just get more intense at the beauty of the moment, as your hands run through his black silky hair.

“I know you’ll be the best, look how deeply you love an idiot like me.” He kisses your tummy again and again, big hands taking over your thighs, making you tremble, as you pull him back up.

“I’m scared but I want this. I do. I want to be a mommy. I want a life with you, I want to not be afraid to show ourselves, to just be…”

“Together.” he finishes, and you nod at that, as he kisses your lips so softly, so different from his rough, brutal kisses.

“Together.”

“How the fuck am I so lucky? I swear I’ll make sure you never regret-”

“Toji Fushiguro, I will never regret anything about me and you. Not you being my first, not having this baby, not anything. Got it, old man?”

He moans then, kissing you so deeply, and you both fall into each other, as the kisses get more intense, as his hands slide up to grip your breasts, so sensitive you scream damn near at his rough hands. He pulls back to look at you, hunger in those dark green pools, his black lashes low over them, lidded with desire.

“Imagine these with milk in ‘em, hmm Ma?” He whispers, pinching your nipples and filling you with insane images, you feel your cheeks flush as he sucks a nipple in his hungry mouth, and your back arches, head slamming against the mirror, as his thick fingers rub you over your silky Hello Kitty shorts.

“Mnh… gonna be a Daddy again, huh?” You whisper back, earning a groan that vibrates against the soft skin of your tits, and he’s rubbing your clit over your shorts, pressing the silky material between your lips, making you soak the material.

“I am gonna be a Daddy, and you’re gonna be a Mommy.” You nod eagerly, biting your lower lip when he presses up, and you’re leaning back to yank on your waistband, earning his chuckle. “So eager, slutty brat.”

“Shut up old man, and fuck me.” He scowls, earning your giggle, only for him to yank down your shorts, pulling you down and bending you over the counter, smacking your ass so hard you yelp. “Hey!”

“Gotta smack you while I can, fuckin brat.” He smacks you again, where you’re already sore and bruised, only earning you getting stupid wet. “Old man knocked you the fuck up, didn’t he.”

“He did. Mmm! Please…” He smacks you again, and pulls your hair then, you are biting your lip so hard it hurts, that pussy throbbing for him without even being fully touched.

“Address me the right way, damned brat.”

“Please fuck me, Daddy.” He moans then, sliding two fingers in your little cunt, they pulse around him instantly, you hear the loud squishy sounds in the room, and you catch his gaze in the mirror. His lips are parted, his eyes full of desire as they look at your face, glazed with lust.

“You’re so goddamn pretty, aren’t you, my doll.” He cooes then, pressing closer against you as his fingers work up and down, and he’s got the other hand on your throat, under your chin. “Look at that pretty lil face, all fucked out, begging for more. You want Daddy’s cock, don't ya.”

“I want it, please, please.” Your eyes shut at how good it feels, riding his hand eagerly, the rough pads of his fingertips pressing on that spongy spot as your slick little walls soak him, squeeze him. He’s squeezing more, tilting your chin up, so fucking huge behind you, taking over your little body.

“Beg for this cock, like a good girl f’me. You can do it, baby.” He whispers, putting that perfect pressure on your pulse point, as everything gets fuzzy, and even in the mirror you see it shaking, as he makes you dizzy.

“Please, put your cock in me Daddy, lemme cum all over it. I’m so wet for you, can’t you feel?” You arch your ass back, earning his loud groan, then his fingers slide out and you watch him suck them off with a moan, before he slides those gray sweats down and his cock presses on your entrance. “Y-yes, please… please…”

“I’ll give ya anything doll, anything you ask for like that.” He lifts you up, your legs dangling off the counter as he shoves his thick cock in then, and your pussy struggles to adjust, no matter how much you fuck Toji’s cock always takes work to handle. He uses one hand to grab your hip now, fucking into you as your hands cling to the smooth counter.

You’re dripping down Toji’s length as both his hands hold your hips, you’re suspended over this counter, helpless, as he rails your pussy so good. Your breath fogs up the mirror as he presses you forward with every stroke, your hand on it now, bracing yourself for his thrusts, as his eyes drink you in the reflection, growing smoky with every heavy breath.

“You’re so tight, fuck…” He moans then, easing out of you and making you whine out at the loss.

“Toji! Back in!”

“Impatient lil brat, hush.” He pulls you down then, turning you around and picking you up in his arms, kissing you deeply, carrying you to his room, laying your back on the soft bed, which creaks under his weight as he lays on you. “Gotta be a little more gentle with you now.”

“No you don’t… mmm… not yet.” He chuckles then, white teeth stark against his tanned skin, lighting his face up. You sigh as you study him. “My Daddy is so handsome, you know?”

“Mmm, and my doll is beautiful. Most beautiful thing I’ve ever fuckin’ seen. So pretty just f’me.” His kisses down your throat make you gasp as he slides back in, and your eyes roll back, with the pleasure of that stretch. He moans, hands taking over your waist, as your thighs wrap his hips, your heels pressing into his strong lower back.

You whimper when his hips snap, and that tip kisses your bruised cervix, head falling to the side, eyes fluttering shut. He’s kissing your throat as he fucks into you, lazy, slow strokes, sucking hard on your delicate skin. Your hands are clinging to his chest, feeling his steady heart under your palm, muscles contracting around his thick cock as he fucks you so good.

You can barely catch a breath as you see sweat dripping down his brow, as your eyes struggle to stay focused at how good he’s making you feel, as you hear the smacks of skin and your slick wetness loud in his quiet room, just the fan whirling above you. He slows even more, bracing a hand on the bed and the other hand cups your face, thumb pressing on your lower lip.

Toji just stares then, his mouth open ever so slightly, his eyes emotional, lashes trembling as his lids lower, and he’s slowly pressing in, making your back arch, making you gasp, your hands sliding down his taut muscles, the sides of his rib cage. Your nails press into his back as you roll your hips up, watching pleasure contort his face, which leans down low.

He’s right there, his heavy weight pressed against your aching breasts, your sore little nipples against a hot, hard chest. Your eyes lock, noses almost touching, as he rolls those hips again, hitting that spot inside you that makes you black out, and you’re convulsing around his length, his hand now sliding down your soft tummy, which trembles at the touch.

“Daddy…” You whisper, and he moans, slamming his lips again, before taking a breath and leaning back up.

“You’re too fuckin gorgeous, fuck. Killin’ me doll. Just looking at you, like I can’t even breathe.” You’re tearing up again, and he sighs. “Even pretty cryin’ like that, y’know that?”

“Fuck…” You pull him back down for a kiss, overwhelmed not just how good his cock feels, but how much you love this man. “You’re being too sweet, fuck me hard, okay?”

He laughs a bit, shaking his head, kissing your forehead again. “Can I not be sweet with ya once? Just once?”

“N-no, you’re nasty Toji, not sweet. Wreck my pussy.”

He laughs again, lifting a thigh and shoving in more, but he doesn’t rail you, or fuck you hard, or wreck your pussy, he’s still going achingly slow, now a thumb brushing your clit in teasing circles. You’re whining, limbs writhing under him, so sensitive, so on edge, your very soul aching for this man, the one who’s eliciting even more emotions than before at his slow pace.

At how he gazes at you.

At how he touches you.

At the clear love in his eyes.

“Can I not just enjoy my baby momma, huh? And her pretty face, her pretty body, take my time?” He murmurs, and now he’s wrecking your mind, as his slow thrusts start to feel so good, and so intense, along with the stimulation of your clit.

“It’s… y-you don’t do that, though.” You mumble, making him smirk, so sexy, that scar stretched under his dark stubble, as his thick tip drags along those little gummy walls that are wetter than ever.

“Let me try it once, yeah doll? Made you a Mommy, didn’t I?” He whispers, and you’re close then, as he thrusts in fully, pressing into your cervix, and pinching your little twitching clit between his fingers, making you scream out then.

“Y-yes, you did, Daddy… you did. Ah!” You’re screaming as you feel it, that pressure hits, and you’re about to burst.

“Lemme watch you cum, all over Daddy’s cock. Good girl.” You’re ended, he’s wrecked your mind, completely, as you shatter around him, cumming so hard you can’t see. You’re floating somewhere, before you return back to see Toji studying you, his perfect muscles tense as he does. “That’s it, lemme feel you doll, lemme feel.”

“Daddy!” You cry out, clinging to him as your orgasm washes over you, and he’s kissing you, groaning into your eager mouth, fucking quicker now, just a little rougher, fucking you into another orgasm. You’re crying out into his lips, nails digging into his skin, making him hiss, jaw tightening.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect f’me, doll. Just mine.”

“Just y-yours.”

He moans, and now he flips you, until you’re on top of him, and you brace yourself on his strong chest, palms under his collarbone, rolling your hips, head falling back. Your hair falls like a curtain down your back as Toji’s huge hands glide up your body, your tummy, your waist, settling there and urging you, lifting you up and down his long cock.

“Daddy… mmm!” You’re whimpering as you bounce up and down his cock, as Toji watches your eager cunt suck him in, your lips all puffy from being fucked so good last night. A creamy ring forms around the base of his cock, and he groans as your cunt keeps sucking him in so goddamn good.

Fuck you look so beautiful, his eyes hit your pretty face, all flushed from your exertions, tears leaving streaks on your cheeks, and your eyes look at him, cock drunk and fucked out. You’re so fucking sexy he can’t take it, sensitive as your muscles squeeze him, as your thighs tense around him, and you’re close again, he can feel you, he can feel it.

“Need me to help you, doll?” He murmurs, and you nod weakly, as he brings you forward, letting your rest on his chest, your breasts, so full, pressing on it, nipples tight and hard on his skin. Toji grips the fat of your hips, thumbs pressing into your pelvis now, placing his feet on the mattress. “Hang on to me, Ma.”

You eagerly listen, you’re not running your bratty mouth right now, though he loves your attitude, you just cling to him with your little hands, your eyes looking into his so lovingly, your lashes casting shadows on your cute little face. He thrusts up in and watches your head fall back, your mouth slack open, brows knitting as he fucks your cervix how you like.

“Want it hard now, doll?” He whispers, and you nod, your hair falling against his chest, so silky, as your pussy clenches around him.

You’re having his fucking baby, it’s so insane for Toji to think, that soon you’ll be so round with him, and he’s fucked a baby into you. He can’t wait to watch that glow you’ll get, can’t wait to see cute little stretchies on your perfect skin, see your tits get even bigger, dripping milk.

All the thoughts make Toji fuck you harder.

“Daddy!” You whine out, lips all pouty, and he’s ended, fuck he’ll do anything for his little doll.

“That’s it doll, cum all down me, make me fucking messy, sloppy lil cunt can do it can’t she?” You nod eagerly, and Toji fucks you harder now, as you’re looking right into those eyes, as his hands now grip your ass, dragging you down so hard you scream, and he rocks you against him, until your orgasm runs through you.

Your entire body lights up after you cum all over him, sticky and hot down his toned stomach, his thick muscled thighs, as you’re clinging to that strong neck, screaming out. “Daddy! F-fuck!”

“Good girl.” He whispers in that gruff voice, pulling you down again on his cock, and you’re weakly laying against him now, spent already, every touch making you jerk and twitch, every stroke having you drool. “That’s it, fucked your brains out, huh lil Mama?”

His words make it worse, you just weakly nod, clinging to him then. “Want your cum in me, please, please.”

He groans louder now, kissing you deeply, fucking up into you as you lay so useless on him, you can’t move or do a goddamn thing but cry out loudly as he pummels into your pussy. She’s squeezing around him as his lips devour you, messy and hungry, spit dripping out of your mouths, tongues swirling at the tip, his hands gripping your ass so tight as he bucks up.

“She’s milking me, so slutty, already knocked up y’know.” He huffs, and you can’t even speak, not when he’s fucking you so good. “Ready for all this, can ya take it all for me, Ma?”

“I can, I can, promise. Please.” You beg so pathetic, and he smirks at it, making you glare. “Just cum in me, fuck.”

“Pathetic-”

“Do it.”

“Bratty-”

“Cum in me, fuck! Want it, want it.” He kisses you then, shutting the fuck up for a moment, before he’s pouring so much cum it’s ridiculous, more than you’ve felt, and Toji comes a lot. You’re so warm you cum again just from feeling all that hot white seed pouring, coating your cunt. “Oh my God.”

“Oh my… fuck!” He whispers with you, as he’s pumping slowly, and his cum is dripping down his length, along with your wetness, messy as fuck, drooling down Toji’s tight balls as they relax and contract, pumping more and more. “Fuck… pussy is so perfect all f’me.”

“Mmm… all for you. It’s all for you.” You mumble, as he eases out of you then, and you lean back weakly, looking at his cock, thick and veiny, covered in all the remnants of cum that slipped out. “Fuck that’s sexy.”

“You like all that mess you make?” He strokes your hair as you kiss down his chest, pussy clenching around nothing with the aftershocks of him. You nod then, hair falling along his skin, making hom brush it back, holding it like a pony tail now.

“You’re the messy one, Daddy. Look at all this.” You click your tongue, looking teasingly up at him now, your fingers sliding down his cock to his balls, fingering the sticky mess. He moans, hips arching, and you smile then up at him. “Should I clean you up Daddy?”

“Only if I get to clean you after.” You grin, nodding, then you slide your tongue down his length then, bracing yourself on the bed as you taste your sweetness and his saltiness, mixing so yummy on your tongue, watching him, his perfect body. His handsome face contorted in pleasure.

“Mmm, we do taste yummy, don’t we?” You whisper, and you’re holding his cock now, still hard, sucking it down your throat, as he jerks at the sensations. You lean down, licking the cum off his balls, cupping them, and he’s hissing at that, pulling at your hair now. “What?”

“Fucking sensitive, brat.” You giggle at that, earning his angry glare.

“Toji has no one sucked on these?”

“And have you!?”

“No! But you’re a hoe.”

“Well you’re the freakiest fuck I’ve had.” You giggle again, stroking his sticky cock, sucking it, cheeks hollowing. “Slutty lil girl.”

“Mmm.” You just moan against him as he’s pulling your hair so good, cupping your face with his other hand, watching his eight pack tense up, making every muscle more defined for your hungry eyes. You’re taking him all in, breathing through your nose, feeling his tip thicken, stretching in your throat.

“Fuck, doll… you’re so good at that, goddamn… f-fuck, stop that.” You’re lavishing his balls again, making him yank you up.

“You like it! Is nasty Toji afraid of something!?”

“It makes me wanna bust, stop it.” You suck on them again as you stroke his cock in little wet twists, his precum already pouring out of his tip, and his moans fill the room, along with the sounds of your sucking and licking. “You fuckin brat, get up here right now.”

You finally suck his cock again, licking the underside and watching that hunger on his face. “Is Daddy too sensitive?”

“Fuck you, brat.” You grin, licking his tip and sucking that white pearl of precum on that reddened tip, and he damn near whimpers, fascinating you, only for you to be flipped on your back.

“I was having fun, mean Daddy.” You glare, and he glares right back, kissing himself right off you, one elbow resting on the bed as he runs a finger along your lower lip.

“Who knew you’d be such an annoying, freaky lil slut?”

“Me!? You!”

He smirks then, kissing you, before shoving you up the bed, kissing down your breasts, sucking on your nipples again. Your hands cling to the blankets as he fingers the sticky mess you both have made, between puffy sore lips, you’re twitching just like he was as he kisses down your tummy now, grabbing your hips as he settles between your thighs.

“Gonna clean you up now, lil Mama. Yeah?” You nod eagerly, as he pushes your thighs even further apart.

“Please, clean me up. S-so messy- ah!” He’s lavishing your cunt with his hot, wet tongue then, slipping right up your slit, and he’s parting your folds, watching his cum ooze out of your little hole, moaning.

“Look at all this cum you took, just slipping outta this little cunt, mmm.” He’s moaning then, licking it right out of you, scooping all his cum out with his practiced tongue, and you’re screaming at how good it feels.

It damn near hurts, you’re so oversensitive, as you feel his teeth on your lips, his tongue in your hole, his straight nose bumping your clit. You’re clinging to his hair, shoving his face deeper, feeling his moans vibrate your sensitive pussy, as his big hands squeeze your thighs bruisingly, and you’re close again.

“Cumming, cumming!” You cry out, and he looks at you under thick black brows, his hair falling in front of his brows as he fucks you with that long tongue, relentless strokes, and you’re spasming around him now. “Ah!”

You scream as you cum so goddamn hard, hurting as your pussy is clenching around the invasion of his tongue, all while he keeps moaning, making you a goddamn mess. He pulls back, face soaked and sticky, lifting your ass up then, swiping his tongue along that little hole he’d fucked last night, still so sore you cry out, before sliding back up your cunt again, all the way to your clit.

“Sensitive!” You whine out now, earning his chuckle, and a shake of his head, as he flicks his tongue on your clit again.

“Now you can’t handle it, huh brat?” You pout all cute, he thinks, but he’s still gonna have to teach you a lesson.

You do love learning from him.

“Let’s try something.” You tense then, blinking, for Toji is freaky as hell and you never know what that mind’s up to. Then he angles two of his fingers in your cunt as he slides a thumb from his other hand in your ass, and you cry out at it.

“F-fuck, ow, shit! Ah!” You’re a mess now, as he smirks over you, and you’re trying to hold a glare as he works your holes so goddamn good, watching you shiver and twitch and jerk. You’re soaking him everywhere, as your cum and the last bits of his own are pouring down Toji’s fingers.

“Knew it, so slutty. Gotta be filled so much just to shut your mouth.” You yank on his hair then, pulling him down and he winces at the pull.

“Fuck you, Old man.” You whisper, biting his lip, and he scowls, shoving fingers deep everywhere, making you so full you can’t take it, it’s too much.

“Fuck me, huh? After I was so sweet with ya, you’re such a lil bitch. Maybe having my baby will calm you down.”

“Will not, fuck!” You’re cumming again, proving his point, but you love it, you love when you’re throbbing around him, when he sucks you off his fingers again. “Daddy… can’t cum anymore.”

“No, doll, you can.” He keeps fingering you, scissoring the two fingers your cunt sucks up, then pressing that thumb deep in your ass, until you’re cumming so hard you’re a mess again, and he then shoves your thighs up high, pressing them against your breasts.

“Mating press… I’m… pregnant, fucking…”

“Gotta do it while I can, doll, ya won’t bend like this soon.” Toji’s deep in your sore cunt, making you cry, and he’s leaning on the backs of your thighs, his weight so heavy as he cups your face. “How many loads can you take, Ma, huh?”

“One more. One more.”

“Good, good girl.” He’s fucking you so good you can’t take it, every stroke stinging your sore little hole, but you crave it, you love it, being smushed as he hits so deep. His balls slap on your hole, as his thrusts get brutal, as he leans up, angling his hips just so, and you’re screaming as another orgasm makes you weak. “Fucking you stupid.”

“Sh-shut up… old man… ah! Fuck you!”

“Fuck me, huh? Nah. Fuck you pretty lil doll.” He’s spread your thighs wider now, hand on your throat, and you eagerly cling to his arm as he’s hitting it so goddamn hard, as the bed is creaking, as the headboard smacks against the wooden wall. He moans as he squeezes you tighter. “Shut that mouth so easily.”

“Mmm…” Is all you manage to squeak out, as he rails your cunt so good, until he’s busting again, filling you more and more, as he releases you and you try to come to reality. Then he’s kissing you gently, holding you in his arms, and you cling to him, weak and boneless, so shaky. “Toji…”

“Too rough doll? We can’t go rough soon.”

“Oh stop, I’m good. We have a long way for that.” You brush back his sweaty hair as you both catch your breath, as he’s running his big hand up and down your body, making goosebumps rise everywhere. “I am scared, Toji.”

He eases out carefully, pulling you to lay on your side, holding you as you rest on his strong bicep, brushing your hair back in careful strokes. “I won’t fuck it up, I swear I won’t leave you, I won’t. I will do right by you.”

“No, not that. Oh god, no I know that.” He gulps, as you hear that pain again in his voice, you feel it.

“I can’t forgive myself for being a fucking idiot, but I am different now.”

“I know.” You kiss his chin, where that little cleft is, feeling his stubble tickle your soft lips. “I’m scared of… telling dad.”

“Shit.” He sighs then, as you both caress each other, a tangle of limbs in the quiet room. “Shit…. Fuck… shit.”

“Yes, eloquent man. Shit fuck shit.”

“Brat.”

You both snort then, as you snuggle to him, burying your head against the crook of his neck, pecking little kisses. “We have to tell him you know.”

“Tell my kid to remember who I was.”

“Oh stop!” You shove at him playfully, but his brows are drawn low, as he studies you. “What is it?”

“I don’t wanna ruin your life.”

“You won’t, you couldn’t. I’ll finish my school and then… you know what, a baby won’t stop journalism. Nope. She can sit on my lap as I work.”

He grins then, love so pure in his forest eyes, as they look everywhere on your face. “Yeah? A lil girl you think?”

You nod. “I do. A sweet little girl. You’ll be wrapped around her finger, you’ll spoil her won’t you?”

“Damn right I will, I’ll give her anything, and say ‘don’t tell mom’.” You both laugh at that, as your heart clenches. “Thank you for this.”

“For getting pregnant?”

“For giving me a chance I don’t deserve.” You kiss him again, shaking your head, as he’s gripping your body so tight you can barely breathe, clinging to you.

“You deserve it. You do.” You pull away, taking shaky breaths then. “It’s not what I planned, but you know… I think I couldn’t be happier. I will not clean your house though.”

“The fuck, why not!?”

“I’ll do dishes and laundry. That’s it.”

“That’s it? Then no pussy eating.”

“Hey!” He’s chuckling as you playfully smack at him, wrapping your thigh around his hips, kissing down your neck. “Fine I will also sweep and mop.”

“There we go, we’re already compromising.” He hums as he kisses down your collar bone, as you stroke his back gently. “I’ll cook half the time.”

“I’m good with that, I like to cook. Mmm… Toji…”

“Yeah, doll.”

“This is acting as if you’ll survive.” He sighs, resting his head on your chest, squeezing on your breasts like they’re his stress balls, making you smirk.

“I’m scared we also gotta tell Megumi you’re his step mom.” You gasp, shaking your head.

“What? We’re not married, old man.”

He glares up at you. “We will get married.”

You lean up then in shock. “What, old fashioned ass man!?”

“Imma beat your ass so hard.”

“Don’t I’m sore!” You pout, but he’s dead serious with his anger. “Shit… Toji you don’t wanna marry for real do you?”

“Of course I do, and will, you’re gonna have my kid, we gotta get married. I need you as my wife and baby mama.” You blink a bit, sucking in a breath.

“Is this some proposal!?”

“You keep ignoring my proposals.”

“Well they’re all shit. Ow!” He smacks the fuck out of your ass now, making you wince. “Sorry… they’re not that good.”

“I’m not good at this shit.” He nips your collar bone now, before looking at you a little more soft now. “Do you not wanna marry me?”

“I mean… of course I do, dumb man.”

“This mouth…”

“But like this is assuming you survive. You’ll have to ask my dad for my hand in marriage.” You say with a big grin, and Toji buries his face again, grimacing, as you laugh softly. “It’s like a video game, main quest.”

“Stupid brat, this isn’t some Zelda game.”

“It’s even harder.”

“Shut it.” He leans up on an elbow now, shaking his head as he plants a sloppy kiss on your lips, and you melt into it, heart fluttering with excitement. “Fine, if he gives me permission you’ll marry me, and soon. Before the baby comes.”

Your tummy clenches, as the stress of telling your dad looms, but it mixes with the thoughts of spending your life with him, in this cabin he lives in, that he’s built so much of. Being Toji’s little wife was never, ever in your plans, but something shoves that last shred of feminism far away, and you dream of that domestic bliss that you could have with your gruff old man.

“You really think he’ll do it?” You ask, and he sighs.

“Fuck no. I’m gonna get killed. But I’ll try, for you. Besides, he’s gonna be a grandpa you know.” Toji grins, and you gasp.

“You’re the worst! Oh fuck he’s gonna kill us both.” You slam your eyes shut, smacking your forehead. “My only hope is to plead with him, and maybe he’ll forgive us, and wanna spend time with the baby.”

“He won’t be mad at you. Just me.”

You sigh again. “When should we call?”

“Nah, doll, I’m a man. We’re gonna have to go face to face.”

Shit.

*****

The drive to your dad's place feels like it takes an eternity as you and Toji have made the trek a few days later. The doctor had confirmed you are indeed pregnant, about three months, which means Toji had indeed gotten you pregnant during Spring break, and though you both were so fucking happy, this was looming over you both, to actually tell Shiu.

 You don��t know if you can handle the disappointment he’ll have with you, though Toji says it will only be anger geared at him. But you don’t want your dad angry at him, you love Toji, and you hate having to choose one or the other. You wonder at what exactly you’ll say, you keep practicing as you both sit in the car in awkward silence, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

When you finally pull up, Toji squeezes your hand reassuringly. “Doll, it’ll be fine, I can take hits.” You snort at that, tensing then as you see the shadow of your dad walking across the kitchen window. Shit. "Ready?"

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach. "As ready as I'll ever be."

With that, you get out of the car and walk up to the front door, hand in hand with Toji. His grip is firm, giving you the courage you need for what's about to come, but it’s terrifying, not knowing how he’ll take this. As you stand on the doorstep, you feel his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand, and you look up at him, before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door.

After the longest moment of your damn life, the door swings open, and there's your dad, Shiu Kong looking at you both with a mix of surprise and curiosity, before he sees Toji. His mouth is dropped open, as he glares between the both of you, and your joined hands, and his coffee cup he’d been holding crushes against his big hand, the pieces shattering to the floor.

“Dad… Dad calm down, I-”  The words are barely out of your mouth when he lunges at Toji, his fist flying through the air. Toji's eyes widen in shock, but he doesn't flinch, bracing himself for the impact as you desperately try to pull on him. “Dad, fucking stop! Don’t!”

Shiu looks at you sadly, shaking his head, before scowling at Toji. “What the fuck are you doing with her!? Are you trying to ruin her goddamn life? I’ll fucking kill you Toji if you touched her again.”

Toji sighs, muscles tense, waiting for your dad to wail on him at any given moment. “You wanna tell him, doll, or should I?”

“Don’t call her doll, fucking pervert! Tell me what!?” He looks at you then, and you take a shaky breath, putting a hand on your tummy, looking down.

Then it all connects, Shiu looks at your hand there, and his brown eyes widen in horror. “No, no… don’t tell me-”

“Dad, I’m pregnant.” You say then, and in a blink of an eye he lunges, before you can stop him, and punches your baby daddy/fiance!?... Toji. Right in the damn face, you don’t know how he stays standing. “Dad, stop!”

“You got her pregnant!? Toji Fushiguro, you’re fucking dead!”

Well… fuck.

Chapter 12

[straows]

Thinking about…

Gojo with a s/o that has a high sex drive that matches his but he doesn’t know.

Context: Gojo and y/n are in a new relationship, maybe a month or so in. Neither of them realize that the other has a high sex drive and are craving the other, and don’t want to push the relationship.

Warnings: Female reader, reader a lil freaky, sex toys mentioned, vibrator used, masturbation, teasing, use of words like cunt, pussy, arousal??, edging, orgasm denial.

Wc: 955

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Imagining Gojo who is in a rather new relationship with Y/n.

He’d liked her for a while, vice versa, but he didnt know much about her sexual preferences.

So imagine, he didn’t want to push you into sex or anything, so it leaves him fucking desperate. And I’m talking like fucking his fist just about every night, hell, every time you’d bend over, touch him a certain way, even look at him a certain way and he’s pitching a tent like he’s a teen who just hit puberty.

But what he doesn’t know, is that you also have a terribly high sex drive, and is just as needy as him if not more.

So imagine…

You’ve just gotten home from a long day. You’re tired, and unbelievably horny. You’d managed to scroll on Gojo’s instagram and found yourself getting wet from some of the pictures of him flexing, the angle of his back made your mouth water.

So, you come home, set your keys down and go straight to your bedroom. Stripping yourself naked, only to pull on one of Gojo’s shirts he’d left behind from when he came over previously.

Reaching down, you pull out a shoe box that had writing on the top. In sharpie, “do not touch!” In case anyone were to find it. Inside the box, were vibrators, rose toys, a dildo or two, and some more random sex toys. Being horny all the time meant going through a lot of toys, especially now that you were basically celibate until Gojo made a move that showed you he wanted to fuck.

You grab a vibrator, and quickly crawl onto the bed. Spreading your legs, and going to work. Little moans, whines and gasps could be heard all the way from the entrance of your home.

Your eyes closed, one hand bunching Gojo’s shirt to your nose so you could still have his scent near you as you kept the vibrator on your clit, edging yourself.

You’re so occupied, you don’t hear the front door opening. Or the pause in footsteps, nor the door opening to reveal your boyfriend.

Gojo was shocked to be hearing these noises from your room. He set his things down, and the take out he’d brought over on the counter before walking to your bedroom.

Slowly opening the door, he was met with a sight that’d be engrained in his brain for the rest of his life. It had him swallowing thickly, his pants growing tight embarrassingly quickly. You on your bed, in just his shirt, with a vibrator to your clit as you whined his name. It had him fighting the urge to jerk off watching you.

He didn’t say anything at first, and merely watched. His eyes growing lidded as he watched with hungry eyes. A quiet groan leaving his throat as he watched you deny yourself an orgasm. It had his cock throbbing in need.

Watching you pleasure yourself while whining his name had him thinking, had you always been this needy? This desperate for him and he didn’t even realize? He could have been fucking you, could have been memorizing your body inside out all this time? Now that had his brain buzzing with new thoughts.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of Gojo standing at the foot of your bed. Blindfold off, shirt unbuttoned, belt unbuckled and fly unzipped. His boner visibly aching for you. He didn’t look away when you met his eyes, just kept his hungry gaze on you and your soaked cunt.

He finds it so fucking cute when you gasp and quickly try to cover yourself, but he’s snatching the blankets before you can take away his view. Clicking his tongue, he tilts his head, “don’t get shy now, keep going.” His voice low and commanding, a shit eating grin on his lips.

He watched as you squirmed under his gaze, cheeks flushed and embarrassed by being caught red handed. But his grin only widened when you finally did as asked. Bringing that vibrator back to your clit.

“Yeah that’s it, good fucking girl.” Gojo practically moaned at you following his commands. Even more so when he saw your cunt clench around nothing, all wet and desperate for him. And only him.

Slipping his pants off, followed by shirt, he crawled onto the bed. His body weight making the bed dip, and he now sat on his knees between your thighs. Just watching as you pleasured yourself.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, he slowly let them run up your legs, squeezing your thighs, and raking his nails teasingly closer up. He adored how it made you shiver, your moans becoming a little more desperate.

“You close baby? You gonna cum f’me? Yeah?” His voice teasing, as he leaned closer, lips brushing against yours slightly. And just before you could cum, he snatched the vibrator from your hands.

“What- no!” You whined, eyes wide in confusion. But still sat there pathetically looking up at your lover with desperation.

“Only good girls get to cum.” He tilted his head with a cruel smirk, and threw the vibrator to the side. “Good girls don’t keep things from their boyfriends…”

He spoke as he lifted your thighs to overlap his, and slotted himself between them. His boner pressed right against your bare cunt, the fabric of his boxers growing soaked from your arousal.

“So needy for me all this time,” he grabbed up your jaw in firm but gentle grasp, forcing you to look at him. “You kept this pretty cunt hidden from me all this time,” his lips pressed against yours in a teasing kiss before pulling away, “but now she’s mine.”

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Was this good? This is my first time writing something like this and it’s also my first time writing on Tumblr.

I had this idea when watching an edit on tiktok so it’s probably not great

No ones probably gonna see this, but if you do pls leave your thoughts in comments! 💛

[brieandcrackest]

“ You should, like, totally be freaky. That’d be, like, really cool.” - the Horny Sword 30k