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[princeable]

suguru is obsessed with aftercare...and you apparently

There’s a soft rock song playing in the background when Suguru finally finishes inside you, his hair sticking to his sweat slicked forehead and his eyes looking at you with that soft gentle quality he only reserves for you. 

He swipes his thumb over your cheek as your eyes flutter open, allowing for the last wave of post-orgasmic bliss to wash over you. 

“Hey gorgeous,” Suguru whispers softly, slowly making his way out of you and peppering kisses along your jaw, neck, and chest. 

“Hey loser,” You reply back, smiling up at him as your eyes drift close again. 

Suguru slowly gets up, making you groan as you feel the loss of his weight and his warmth. “Come on, you should shower,” He says, lifting you up with his strong arms and carrying you to the bathroom. 

He strokes at your hair and allows his hands to roam all of you, as if he’s trying to remember you through engraving your body on his fingertips. 

You push at him delicately, creating distance as you stretch out your limbs languidly. 

“I have to shower,” You say faintly, your voice hoarse and your throat a little sore. Suguru closes the distance once again, kissing your lips with fleeting warmth and slowly trailing his hands all across your body again. 

“I don’t see why I have to go for that,” He mumbles in between kisses, alternating from kissing your lips, to your earlobes, to your neck, and to your jaw. 

“I have to shower,” You reiterate, feeling a soft giggle bubble in your throat as you feel his touch hovering over somewhere ticklish. 

“Exactly, let’s go,” Suguru says, dropping his hands to yours and leading you towards the bathtub. 

“I don’t remember showering being a group activity,” You chuckle as you see Suguru pout. 

He shakes his head, his long raven hair falling perfectly over his shoulders and accentuating his form as if giving him an outline. “It is now,” He replies defiantly. 

You shake your head and give him a look that has no heat in it whatsoever—only love, a quiet bubbling love that is subtle but definitely there. “Well you can find someone else to shower with because it won’t be me.” 

Shaking him off of you, you make your way to the shower, stepping in and you’re about to turn on the water before you feel someone wrap their strong arms around your waist. 

Suguru pulls you into a deep kiss, a one that is not messy but slow. It’s slow and it’s purposeful. A love letter laced in tongue. 

He gives you a soft laugh when he hears you moan softly into his lips, pulling back to brush hairs from your face and tuck it behind your ears, “It wouldn’t be the same,” He says finally after looking at you for ages. Stroking at your cheek and holding your jaw. 

“What?” 

“It’d have to be you, it’ll always be you baby.” 

You look at him incredulously, your heart beating a mile a minute before you watch him turn away and walk out of the bathroom, leaving you to shower like you asked. 

You can’t help but miss the way his arms slotted around you perfectly, and the way his breath felt on your skin as he poured out his sentiments. 

When you finish, you see Suguru on the bed, hair wet and wearing a big band tee and long pajama pants, smoking a cigarette while looking out the window. 

You climb on the bed and slot yourself right in between his legs like you belong there—and part of you thinks that in more ways than one, you do belong there. 

He reaches up at your face and cups it in his hands, pulling you down to kiss him. Soft, sweet, and deep like everything is with him. 

He palms at your hair, and kisses you like he means it—like he really wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you. 

When you pull back you give him a smile, your voice dipped in honey and totally saccharine, “You smell like cigarettes.” 

He laughs, “You know you love it.” 

“Yea i do.” 

[satoruined]

18+ mdni

“you seem a bit leaner lately. been skipping meals?”

his words took a few seconds to fully register. even then, your brain stalled helplessly under the hazy after-effects of many an orgasm. typical suguru to ask this sort of question. your lover who was so fiercely protective, always watching over those closest to him with an observant, gentle eye. (if only he spared a fraction of that care for himself, instead of constantly putting his own well-being last.)

“h-huh? no, i’ve been eating,”

“is that so?”

he cooed, mauve eyes glittering with jest. before you could even try to defend your appetite, a pleasantly deep thrust buried him to the hilt, making your toes curl. tears born of overstimulation and adoration pooled at the corners of your eyes. a stray strand of his raven bangs tickled your cheek as he leaned over you, his thumb sweeping to catch the bead of moisture.

“because i was wondering why the shape right here...” his palm slid down to press on the newfound swell of your lower belly—the protrusion providing proof that he was stretching you out from the inside— “looks so beautifully obvious.”

[luvnsxo-deactivated20260531]

────────── your boyfriend, gojo satoru loves to play with your tits when you're asleep. / smut drabble 18+

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he watches you sleeping, completely mesmerized. you’re wearing that sheer white night dress again — the one that barely covers anything, so transparent he can clearly see the soft shape of your breasts and the way your nipples press against the thin fabric.

he knows you wear these on purpose.

and fuck, he loves it.

he stares in quiet awe as they rise and fall with every slow breath you take, full and perfect. his cock is already painfully hard, straining against his sweatpants.

slowly, he reaches out and presses two fingers against one nipple, feeling it harden under his touch. he groans softly, then cups your breast fully, squeezing the warm, supple flesh.

and he can’t hold back anymore. both his hands are on you now, groping and kneading your tits greedily, thumbs brushing over your nipples as low moans slip from his throat.

you hum in your sleep, a soft, content sound that makes his dick twitch.

“shit…” he curses under his breath. then he leans down and licks one nipple through the fabric, tasting you. your body shivers lightly at the feeling.

“baby… let me take this off,” he whispers, voice hoarse.

you hum again, half asleep, and shift your body just enough to help him slide the night dress up and off you. the second you’re fully bare, satoru climbs on top, settling between your legs.

he grabs both tits with his large hands and buries his face between them, rubbing his cheek and mouth all over the soft warmth. he licks and kisses your nipples greedily, sucking one into his mouth before moving to the other.

“fuck… i love them so much,” he groans, voice muffled against your skin. “i could spend all night just worshipping these pretty tits.”

your hand weakly reaches up, fingers threading into his white hair, caressing him gently even in your sleepy state.

“toru…” you murmur, soft and breathless.

that only makes him more feral.

he buries his face deeper into your chest, sucking and licking both nipples like he can’t decide which one he loves more. long, slow sucks followed by quick, hungry pulls — he’s obsessed, moaning and panting between your tits as he worships them.

“can’t stop, baby… they’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs, voice hoarse and needy before he wraps his lips around your nipple again, sucking harder this time, cheeks hollowing. “love having your tits in my mouth.”

he switches rapidly from one nipple to the other, licking, sucking, and gently biting down just enough to make your back arch. your nipples are swollen, glistening with his spit, and he still doesn’t stop — he’s lost in it, grinding his painfully hard cock against your thigh while he continues sucking like he’ll never get enough.

“mine…” he whispers against your wet skin, sucking softly again, almost reverently now. “these pretty nipples are all mine.”

you smile. “all yours, toru.”

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[sl333pydreamz]

Dick so good you’re really running from it

cw: 18+ mdni, smut but fluff, slight overstím, check in, squirting, d/ş dynamics

And I mean fuck, how many times had you cum on Toji’s cock already— you were fucking drooling, tears prickling your eyes and that tight knot feeling starting to build in your stomach again. But it was different, way too different that you could feel the electricity hitting your brain, the way your breast bounced everytime you plopped back down Tojis aching length, stars in your eyes—

You hopped up on your feet in one swift motion and a moan, falling to your knees because of your wobbling legs. And you can hear the silence in the room as Toji stares at you in slight shock, blinking while staring at you who’s on the floor trying to take small and quiet breaths. Then a snort comes out, covering his mouth as the low rumble of laughter starts bellowing from his stomach.

You sniffle, “Don’t- don’t laugh Toji.”

But the ends of his canines are already showing, eyes crinkling together, “ ‘M not, ‘m not, swear mama,” he gently grabs your wrist, helping you off the floor and laying you on the bed. He tilts his head to the side, observing, taking you in, sweat making your skin glisten in the warm light of the lamp close by, curls every which way, “You alright? Need some water?”

But he’s already decided for you, drinking some front he spare bottle himself then feeding it to you. You take deep breaths, eyes still glossy, bottom lip wobbling. Toji so gentle with you, course he is, been rough with you all night, you deserve to be loved on sweetly. He gets between your thighs, letting his rough hands glide down your flesh, “Talk t’me doll, what’s wrong, huh? Gotta talk t’me or I won’t know.”

It only makes you embarrassed, heat burning through you while you find somewhere else to look, other than his eyes. “‘S stupid.” You say in a hushed voice.

“Then we’ll stop-“

“-No toji!” You whine out, gripping his forearm. He only sighs, hand caressing your cheek, “Then speak to me baby.”

You inhale a shaky breath, “Was just- just scared.”

“Scared?” He repeats, he searches your face now, brows knitting together, “scared ‘f me?”

You quickly shake your head, “No! No- just- felt good… but it was strange- I never felt like that before, so I-I got scared.”

Toji can’t even hide the damn smile on his face, you’re too cute for your own good. His right hand goes up to yout hip, the other tilting your head to look into his emerald green eyes. “Shit like that’s normal, nothin t’be afraid of baby. Especially when you’re with me. I’ll work that out.”

His cups your face, let’s the pad of his thumb rub the apple of your cheek over and over, “But you get scared like that again just use our safe word, what’s it’s there for. I’ll stop at the drop of a hat. Don’t have to run, okay? You’re the boss here.”

You nod in response, heart still pounding out of your chest. Toji lifts your hand, pressing it against his thunking heart, letting you know he feels the same as you. Worried, but here, in love with you. Then he lets you hand it trial down his toned abs, lower, to his dark happy trail, eyes flicking back up to you, “Wanna continue?”

“Yeah.” You shyly say, pretty brown eyes staring up at him.

“Good girl mama.”

He flips you over on your hands and knees with ease, kneading the globes of your ass while pulling you closer, “Gonna take it nice ‘nd slow yeah, don’t even gotta work for it like I’ve been makin you all night.”

You can feel it, the crown of his cock smack against your Pearl then through your swollen folds, rimming your gushing hole with his pre that makes you mewl, “mmh- Toji!”

“Desperate fuckin thing, even when I’ve been fucking you all night, still need more.” His breath hitches, sliding himself in your warmth with ease. His head lulls to the side at the way you clamp down on him, biting his lip while he peers down at how he filling your fat cunt, your mixed cum already sticking to his pubes. “Allll you gotta do is lay there ‘nd be pretty, I got you.”

You don’t even have the words to say anything, jaw slack as he starts to thrust himself inside you. Slow, but hard, squeeze your hip as he watches your ass clap, clap, clap again this pelvis. You keen so prettily, clawing the sheets, “O-oh- aangh- my gooood Toji!”

He’s picks up the pace, strokes mean and intentional, heavy and full balls slapping against your dripping cunt while he aims his head against your gooey sweet spots. He’s relentless, watching the way you twitch, your legs starting to shake, “Shit, so good f’me doll, take it so god damn well. Huh?”

You’re eyes shoot open, that feeling in your stomach building again, right, different, you don’t even realize how much your fucking chanting Toji’s name, reaching behind you for relief, but he only takes your hand, interlocking your fingers and holding you still, as your waist, fixing your fucking arch while he drills into you.

“Toj- Toji I can’t- fuck- I can’t! I can’t- ‘s nnngh-“

He scuffing, “Yeah you can, just means you’re gonna squirt.” Just as intended.

And his other hand comes around to your front, finding your pulsing little nub through the thick of juices, flicking it before rubbing those large circles with the pads of his fingers. Then faster small one, watching your hips buck, a heavy sob coming out of your mouth, “S too much Toji!”

“‘S okay, told you you could handle it, ‘nd you can. just feel it, hah- fuck- let it happen.”

He thrusts are hips into you are frantic, matching the exact way he runs your poor cunt before the knot in your stomach pops! Water squirting out of you while you scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You’re fucking soaking the mattress, down Tojis thighs. The older man letting out a throaty groan, Adam’s apple bobbing as he throws his head back. Riding out your own high while his thick ropes of cum hit your gummy and spasming walls.

He pulls out, glops of his cum spilling out. The man can’t help but let out a disheveled chuckle, humming in delight.

“See that doll? Knew you had it in you.”

He gently rolls you out your back, coming down to hold you in his arms. You can feel his lips pecking up your shoulder, you’re still shaking, eyes nodded over. Your arms coming around his neck so he can hold you even closer. He squeezes you, nuzzling his face into your shoulder, “Such a good job f’me, perfect girl.”

But he can’t wait for the next time, only wondering how many times he can make you squirt before you pass out.

a/n: “omg Teddy you’re using this account!” Well yes! Im trying to get my normal ideas out here for once. Lmk what you guys think.

[satoruined]

when nobara gleefully drops the #funfact that megumi fushiguro spent his middle school career systematically beating up delinquents, your normally poker-faced boyfriend frowns, looking a bit disgruntled. he then tugs at the high collar of his uniform—a telltale tick for when he’s self-conscious—and promptly averts his gaze upon noticing you staring at him with newfound intrigue. even his dark hair seems to bristle more than usual, making him look more like an sea urchin than ever.

“wow… megumi, so you were like a vigilante?”

“…don’t listen to kugisaki. she’s exaggerating,”

despite the dismissal, the truth reveals itself through the efficient beatdowns he delivers to any creep who dares to harass you. watching him work makes two things very clear.

1. nobara wasn’t exaggerating in the slightest.

2. you are safer than you’ve ever been.

the logic is quite simple, actually. pure, even. megumi can't forgive himself for letting you get hurt even more than he can't forgive the person who dared to lay a hand on you.

[sukunasleftbanana]

yuji helping you forgive sukuna >.<

You’ve been ignoring him for exactly three hours and forty-two minutes.

Not that you’re counting.

Your phone is face-down on your bed, screen lighting up every couple minutes with his name before going dark again. You don’t touch it. You refuse to. Because he deserves it.

He really does.

You sit cross-legged on the floor, aggressively reorganizing something that absolutely did not need reorganizing, muttering under your breath.

“Stupid… arrogant… can’t even say sorry properly…”

A knock interrupts you.

You freeze.

Another knock. Smaller this time. Softer.

“…go away,” you mumble, not even looking up.

The door creaks open anyway.

“…hi.”

That voice is not Sukuna’s.

You blink, turning your head, and there he is. Little Yuji. Tiny, pink-cheeked, messy hair, clutching something behind his back like he’s on a secret mission.

Your anger falters instantly.

“Yuji?” you soften, sitting up straighter. “What are you doing here?”

He shuffles in, shutting the door carefully behind him like it’s very important he does it quietly.

“Um… I came to fix it,” he says, serious. Very serious. Like this is the most important task of his life.

Your brows knit. “Fix what?”

He walks over, small steps, then stops right in front of you. His little hands finally come forward, revealing a slightly crumpled drawing.

It’s… you.

And Sukuna.

And Yuji.

All holding hands.

There’s a big, messy red heart drawn over all three of you.

You stare at it.

“…Yuji…”

“I made it,” he says quickly. “So you won’t be mad anymore.”

Your chest tightens.

“I’m not mad at you,” you say gently.

“I know,” he nods. “You’re mad at him.”

A pause.

“…yeah.”

Yuji looks over his shoulder, like he’s checking for something, then leans in closer to you and whispers-

“He’s really sad.”

You almost scoff. Almost.

But Yuji keeps going.

“He was walking around and being all grumpy and didn’t even yell at me when I spilled juice,” he says, eyes wide like that’s the ultimate proof. “That means he’s super sad.”

Your lips twitch.

“…did he send you here?”

Yuji hesitates.

“…no,” he says. Then quieter, “I just… heard him talking.”

Your heart dips a little.

“What was he saying?”

Yuji scrunches his face, trying to remember.

“Um… he said… ‘she’s being stupid,’” he starts, and you immediately roll your eyes-

but then he continues-

“…and then he said ‘I messed up.’”

You still.

Yuji looks up at you, hopeful.

“And then he said he didn’t know how to fix it,” he adds softly. “So I’m fixing it.”

That hits harder than you expect.

You look back down at the drawing in your hands, tracing the uneven lines of the three of you.

“…he’s bad at apologizing,” you murmur.

“Yeah,” Yuji nods seriously. “He’s bad at a lot of things.”

You laugh a little at that.

Silence settles for a second.

Then Yuji gently pushes the drawing closer into your lap.

“So you forgive him now?”

You hesitate.

“…I don’t know.”

His face drops just a little.

“…okay,” he says, but he doesn’t move away.

Instead, he climbs right into your lap like he belongs there, arms wrapping around your middle in a tight little hug.

“He really likes you,” he mumbles into your shirt.

Your breath catches.

“I know he’s mean,” Yuji continues, completely unfiltered, “but he only does that when he’s scared or dumb.”

You choke out a laugh.

“Or both,” he adds helpfully.

“…that sounds about right.”

Yuji pulls back just enough to look at you.

“So… you don’t have to forgive him a lot,” he negotiates, very serious again. “Just a little bit. Like this much.”

He pinches his fingers together, showing the tiniest gap.

You stare at him.

God.

You sigh, your anger melting in slow, helpless pieces.

“…fine,” you mumble. “A little bit.”

Yuji gasps like you just granted a miracle.

“Really?!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you smile, brushing his hair back. “But don’t tell him I said that.”

Yuji grins.

“…too late.”

The door behind you creaks again.

You turn-

And there he is.

Sukuna.

Leaning against the frame like he hasn’t moved in ages, arms crossed, trying to look unaffected, but his eyes give him away immediately.

Relieved.

Careful.

Hopeful, even.

“…you sent a five-year-old to do your job?” you raise a brow.

“I didn’t send him,” Sukuna mutters. “He snuck out.”

Yuji beams proudly.

“I fixed it.”

Sukuna huffs, pushing off the wall, walking in slowly.

“…did you?” he mutters, eyes flicking to you.

You hold his gaze for a second longer than you should.

“…a little bit,” you say.

He exhales quietly. Shoulders dropping just slightly.

“…good enough.”

Yuji looks between you both, then claps his hands.

“Okay! Hug now.”

You and Sukuna both freeze.

“…no,” Sukuna says immediately.

“Do it,” Yuji insists.

“No.”

“Do it.”

You snort.

Sukuna glares at you like this is somehow your fault.

Yuji grabs your hand. Then Sukuna’s.

And before either of you can protest-

he shoves them together.

Your fingers brush Sukuna’s.

He doesn’t pull away.

“…there,” Yuji says, satisfied. “Fixed.”

You glance up at Sukuna.

He’s already looking at you.

“…you still mad?” he mutters.

“…a little.”

“…fair.”

A pause.

“…I messed up,” he adds, quieter this time. Real this time.

Your grip on his hand tightens just a little.

“…yeah. You did.”

Another pause.

“…I’ll do better,” he says.

You study him.

Then sigh.

“…okay.”

Yuji cheers like someone just won a championship, throwing his arms around both of you at once.

“GROUP HUG.”

Sukuna groans.

You laugh, cheeks turning a faint pink when you feel Sukuna pressing a kiss to your forehead.

[sukunasleftbanana]

yuji breaks older brother!sukuna's phone (；′⌒`)

Yuji knew he messed up the second the screen went black. Not normal black either. Cracked black, the kind with weird rainbow lines crawling across it.

Sukuna’s phone slipped right out of his tiny wet hands and smashed against the bathroom tiles with a horrible crack. Yuji stared at it in horror, water dripped from the sink, soap bubbles still clung to his fingers.

“…oh no.” His little voice came out tiny. The bathroom suddenly felt way too quiet.

All Yuji wanted to do was clean Sukuna’s phone. He just wanted to do something nice for his big brother after noticing fingerprints and little smudges all over the screen. So, to a five-year-old, the only logical solution was to wash it…in the sink. But as luck would have it, phones and water aren’t exactly a good combination, especially when you add dropping it onto hard bathroom tiles into the mix.

Yuji slowly picked the phone up, and water literally poured out of the charging port.

His eyes widened. Then he heard footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Yuji’s soul practically left his body. Sukuna walked down the hallway with grocery bags hanging from one arm already looking irritated.

“Oi, brat, where’s my pho—”

He stopped. eyes landing on Yuji, then the running sink, then the soaked phone in Yuji’s hands.

Silence. A really bad silence.

“…what the fuck did you do?”

Yuji froze, his tiny shoulders shot up to his ears. “I-I didn’t mean—”

“The hell happened to my phone?”

Yuji’s lip immediately started wobbling. Sukuna stormed forward and ripped the phone out of his hands. Water dripped all over his fingers. His face twisted instantly.

“You put my phone in water?!”

“It had fingerprints—”

“ARE YOU STUPID?”

Yuji physically flinched.

“I was cleaning it—”

“With SOAP?!” Sukuna snapped. “Who the hell washes a phone in the sink?!” Yuji looked seconds away from crying now.

“I didn’t know…”

“This was a brand new fucking phone.”

Tiny sniffle.

“You can’t just throw electronics into water because they’re dirty, dumbass.”

Yuji’s eyes filled immediately, but Sukuna was still too pissed to notice.

“You know how expensive this shit was? Huh?”

“I’m sorry…”

“Sorry doesn’t magically fix it.”

Yuji’s breathing started getting shaky. The second Sukuna saw that trembling little face, his expression flickered for half a second, but he was still angry.

“So now I gotta waste money replacing it because you decided to play housekeeper?”

Yuji’s chin crumpled. That was it, he turned around and bolted. Little socked feet slapping loudly against the hallway floor while Sukuna stood there holding the dead phone.

“…oh, for fuck’s sake.”

A second later your bedroom door slammed open. You looked up from your phone just in time to see a tiny pink-haired blur launch himself onto the bed.

“Save me!”

Yuji crashed into you and immediately tried climbing into your lap.

“What happened?” you laughed softly, already rubbing his back.

“Sukuna hates me,” Yuji whispered miserably. You frowned a little.

Then Sukuna appeared in the doorway looking furious, soaked phone still in his hand. “He washed my fucking phone.”

Yuji hid his face against your chest instantly. “It was a accident…”

“He put it under running water.”

“It had fingerprints…”

Sukuna stared at him like he’d lost his mind.

“IT’S A PHONE. NOT A PLATE.”

You bit the inside of your cheek trying not to smile. “He was trying to help.”

“I don’t give a fuck, he broke it!”

Yuji squeezed your hoodie tightly.

“…are you gonna throw me away?”

The room instantly went silent, Sukuna’s anger visibly cracking. Yuji looked genuinely terrified now. Like he actually thought he’d ruined everything. Sukuna stared at him for a long moment before swearing quietly under his breath.

“…kid.”

Yuji sniffled.

“I didn’t mean to…”

Sukuna rubbed hard at his face with one hand. When he spoke again, he still sounded rough, but not nearly as sharp.

“I’m not gonna throw you away, idiot.”

“You yelled really loud…”

“Yeah, cause I was pissed off.”

Yuji flinched again, which made Sukuna immediately look annoyed at himself now.

“But not at you,” he muttered. “At the phone.”

Yuji peeked up carefully.

“…really?”

“Yeah, really.”

You watched the anger slowly drain from Sukuna’s face the more he looked at Yuji trying not to cry. His shoulders dropped a little.

“This is why kids shouldn’t touch expensive shit,” he grumbled.

Yuji sniffled harder. “I can give you my piggy bank…”

Sukuna snorted before he could stop himself. “…you have twelve dollars in there.”

“It’s thirteen now,” Yuji whispered.

“You’re not paying me thirteen bucks for a thousand dollar phone, dumbass.”

Yuji crawled a little closer toward the edge of the bed. “You still mad?”

“A little.”

Yuji immediately hid again.

“But,” Sukuna sighed, reaching over to flick Yuji lightly on the forehead, “I’m not mad enough to stop loving you. So quit lookin’ at me like I’m gonna put you up for adoption.”

Yuji blinked. “…what’s adoption?”

“You ask too many questions.”

You laughed quietly while Yuji finally gave a tiny giggle into your shoulder. After a minute, Yuji carefully held his arms up toward Sukuna, a silent request. Sukuna stared at him.

“You were just hiding from me.”

“Carry me pwease.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

Still, Sukuna scooped him up with one arm. Yuji instantly wrapped around him like a baby monkey.

“…you still love me?” Yuji asked quietly.

Sukuna looked offended. “Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled. “Unfortunately.” Yuji giggled softly against his shoulder. Sukuna adjusted him higher on his hip before muttering, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I said sorry…”

“You also broke my phone.”

“It was dirty.”

Sukuna stared at the ceiling for a long moment like he was asking for strength. Then he sighed and pressed a quick rough kiss to the top of Yuji’s pink hair. “Next time,” he muttered, “you ask before cleaning expensive shit.”

Yuji nodded seriously.

“…okay.” A pause. “Can I wash your laptop too?”

“Absolutely the fuck not.”

happy mamas dayyy<3

[xoslutty]

✮ stepdaddy!toji can't get enough of you. cw: stepcest

stepdaddy!toji didn't plan on getting married at all. he had zero desire to deal with responsibility and all that bullshit, but he figured his kid needed a mother figure. so he met a woman who worked in some boring office, no spark or passion happened, and he didn't even expect it. he just wanted to make sure his boy didn't grow up lonely.

stepdaddy!toji who didn't even blink when she said she had a daughter but would do whatever it took to make sure you wouldn't cause a problem, 'cause apparently you were a total brat who rebelled against her on purpose and all that shit. he just grunted and nodded, thinking you were the same age as his son.

stepdaddy!toji didn't even set eyes on you until he and your mom got hitched, 'cause you kept running away from home and this time your mom just kicked you out. when you guys first met, you were wearing these crazy short lounge shorts with your hair all messy. well, you were way older than his son. you licked your ice cream and looked at him with those doe eyes. "so, you're my new daddy now?" he checked you out from head to toe, letting his gaze linger on those hips. "guess so. and did you have a lot of new ones?" "enough to know you won't last long here." well, that did something to his cock.

stepdaddy!toji saw with his own eyes that you weren't some bratty, hopeless kid like your mom described. you just didn't agree with her and tried to prove her wrong, and she got pissed every single time, telling you she wasted her youth on you. he just cut the argument short, stroking your hair and telling your mom to stop being such a bitch.

stepdaddy!toji couldn't tear his eyes away when you walked around the house in just panties and a sheer white top after another fight just to spite your mom, with your nipples peeking through. you never gave any blunt hints, but the way you stared at his biceps every time he reached for the salt on the table, or at his huge cock when he wore gray sweatpants, spoke for itself.

stepdaddy!toji walked into your room one day while you were out to swipe your panties and sniff 'em while he jerked off, but he found something way more interesting. your laptop stayed open with a chat with your friend on the screen. he was just about to blow it off when he saw his name.

→ idk girl, it sounds gross but if you saw him you'd wanna fuck him too

i mean, you got a shitty mom who's been terrorizing you since you were a kid, he didn't raise you, he didn't change your diapers, so why the hell not? if the dick's worth it lol ←

→ it's huge, i'm sure he'd just rip me apart. i have to imagine him instead of my dildo, though he's definitely like three times bigger

stepdaddy!toji decides to shower with you the next morning, making you let out a scream. "what are you doing in here?" and you try to cover yourself up, but he just laughs. "giving you exactly what you want." he starts stripping and you stare at his massive biceps, his rock-solid chest and abs, then your eyes trail down and see the happy trail leading to a huge, hang-hard cock that was already standing tall. your mouth hung open while he sat down on the edge. "get over here, baby." one second you stopped hiding yourself, and the next you were bouncing on his cock, and he was deep inside you, ripping you apart.

his hands are glued to your ass, guiding your rhythm, squeezing and spreading you open on his cock. every time you slide down, you feel him hit that spot deep inside. "nngh! yes! yes! so good—" he leans forward and captures your nipple between his lips, suckling hard, his tongue flicking across the sensitive peak. "you were made to take my cock." you gasp when he bites down gently, then soothes the ache with his tongue. "mmnn— my little girl’s got the sweetest tits, huh? gonna suck 'em dry." your hips start to slow — you're exhausted, your muscles screaming — but he won't let you stop. his hands grip your waist and start bouncing you on his cock, fucking up into you with brutal precision. your head falls back, mouth open, letting out a long, guttural moan. "you like that, baby? you like your daddy using you like this?" "yes! yes— please nngh! don't stop—" "that's it, baby. cum for daddy. cum all over my cock."

stepdaddy!toji gets addicted to you right away. he turns fucking you every morning into a tradition. he's already hard when he pushes your door open, already stroking himself through his boxers by the time he's kneeling on the mattress, dragging the sheets off your sleeping body. "mornin', little girl." you stir, blinking up at him. his cock is already out, thick and heavy, the head brushing against your thigh. "...it's so early..." "shhh." he pulls your panties down your legs. "daddy needs his breakfast." he rolls you onto your stomach first, because he likes watching the way your back arches when he pushes inside from behind. his chest presses against your spine, his mouth at your ear. "been dreamin' about this pussy all night, baby. you know that? can't sleep proper without knowin' i'm gonna be inside you the second i wake up." "nngh! daddy—! so good..."

stepdaddy!toji uses your tits like a pacifier. it started as something innocent — him suckling gently while you watched tv — but now it's a full-blown ritual. his hands find your shirt, push it up. your bra follows. he groans the second your nipples are bare, leaning down to take one into his mouth. "toji—" "shhh." he sucks hard, tongue circling the sensitive peak. "just let daddy have this."

his eyes are half-closed. he is latched on, suckling slow and steady. his hand cups your other breast, thumb stroking over the nipple. "one day," he murmurs against your skin, "gonna put a baby in you. gonna fill you up so good. and then these tits..." he takes the nipple between his teeth, tugs gently. "gonna be full of milk for me. gonna drink it straight from the source, baby." you whimper, and he suckles harder, his hand sliding down between your legs. "and you'll let me, won't you? let daddy drink it whenever he wants. let me fall asleep right here, with your nipple in my mouth and my cum drippin' out of your tight little pussy." he does fall asleep like that, sometimes. your nipple still between his lips, your hand stroking his hair. and when he wakes up in the middle of the night, hard and aching, he slides inside you without a word, still half-asleep, still sucking your breast.

stepdaddy!toji loves making you squirt just to prove he is way better than guys your own age. he's on his knees between your legs, and he's been down there for god knows how long. your thighs are shaking, you're soaked, and he shows no signs of stopping. "i know you got it in you, baby." his fingers curl inside you, pressing against your front wall. "give it to daddy. give me that." "daddy, i can't—mnngh! i can't, it's too much—" "you can. you will." his mouth closes over your clit, sucks hard while his fingers pump faster. "c'mon, my baby. let go for me. let me see it." your body locks up. every muscle goes tight. and then it releases — a gush of fluid that soaks his hand, his chin, the towel he'd laid down beneath you. "there she is. there's my good fuckin' girl." he doesn't stop. he keeps fingering you through it, keeps sucking your clit until you're screaming, until you're pushing at his head because you can't take anymore. "one more, little girl. give me one more."

stepdaddy!toji who treats your pussy like a living thing. he talks to it, kisses it, worships it. he pushes your thighs up to your chest and groans at the sight of you. "mm, she's wet for me. of course she is. she knows who she belongs to." "look at my girl. missed me, didn't she?" he's talking to your pussy, and he means it. he leans in, presses his open mouth against your folds like a kiss. "fuck, i missed you too, pretty girl." he makes out with it. that's the only way to describe it — his tongue sliding between your lips, pressing inside, then pulling out to suck your clit into his mouth. "daddy's girl's got the sweetest fuckin' pussy in the world. you know that?" he presses his nose against your clit, inhales deep. "can't get enough." "ha— mmnh!!— daddy! i'm gonna—!" "come in my mouth, baby." you cum again from his tongue alone, and he moans through it, smiling against your pussy. when you try to pull away from the oversensitivity, he grabs your hips and yanks you back. "i'm not done. daddy's never done with this pretty pussy."

stepdaddy!toji doesn't give a fuck if someone can catch you guys, if he wanted to fuck you, nothing was gonna stop him. "someone will see—" "let 'em." he pulls you over the center console, guides you onto his lap. your back presses against his chest, the steering wheel digging into your knees. his cock slides into you from behind, and you choke on a moan. "shhh, baby. gotta be quiet." but he's already thrusting up into you, one hand on your hip, the other wrapped around your throat. "look how good you take my cock." a woman walks past with a shopping cart. you freeze, but he keeps moving, keeps fucking up into you slow and deep. "look at her. she got no idea you're gettin' stuffed full of my cock right now." "fuck— daddy! —nngh!" "that's it. let 'em hear. let 'em know who you belong to." sunlight floods the car, and anyone glancing over would see two silhouettes. he comes inside you with a grunt, holding your hips down, filling you up while a minivan parks three spaces away.

stepdaddy!toji who tells your mom he needs to spend more time with you to get to know his stepdaughter better, so he heads to the mall with you. he fucks you in the first dressing room he finds. you're on his lap, your back against his chest, the flimsy curtain doing nothing to muffle your sounds. his cock is buried deep, and he's holding you still while the saleslady asks through the curtain if everything fits okay. "just fine," he calls out, voice steady. his hips thrust up. "my girl's just trying things on." you bite your lip so hard you taste blood. his hand covers your mouth. "shhh, my baby. don't wanna get caught, do you?" but he's fucking up into you harder, faster. the cheap stool beneath you creaks. "nngh! mmn—!" "what was that?" he pulls his hand away. "you got something to say, little girl?" "daddy! — fuck... i'm gonna!—" "gonna come? right here? with your mama thinkin' we're just havin' a nice afternoon?" you nod frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "then do it, baby. come on daddy's cock. let 'em all hear who makes you feel this good." you come with a broken cry, and he follows right after.

stepdaddy!toji finally gets to fuck you everywhere after the divorce, without hiding or trying to muffle your sweet sounds. he bends you over the thick upholstered arm, your toes barely touching the floor, ass arched high. he pushes in slow, watching his cock disappear into your tight little pussy inch by inch. the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room. "you hear that, baby? listen to how wet you are for me. this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn't it?" "y-yes, daddy! it's you— ah!— all yours!" or when he folds you in half, knees pressed against your shoulders, your ankles hooked over his biceps. he looms over you, watching his own cock slide in and out of your gaping hole. he fucks you deep and slow, grinding his pelvis against your clit with every thrust until you're a writhing mess beneath him. "look at you little girl, taking every inch. you love being stuffed full of this cock, don't you?" "yes! daddy— mmnh!— yes, i love it, i love it!"

stepdaddy!toji who loves it when you warm up his dick. he's sitting on the couch, watching tv, and you're in his lap, facing him, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. you're both fully dressed except for where your panties are pushed aside and his zipper is down. "just sit still, little girl. keep me warm." you try to stay quiet, but every small movement makes you clench around him, and you can feel him twitch inside you. your thighs are shaking, your pussy pulsing, and you're so wet you can feel yourself dripping down onto his lap. "please— i need you to move—" you can feel him twitch inside you, feel him get harder even though he's not moving. his thumb traces lazy circles on your hip. "one day," he murmurs, "gonna keep you on my cock all day long. gonna carry you around the house like this. make you breakfast with my dick still buried in you." you clench around him involuntarily, and he groans. "fuck, yeah. squeeze daddy just like that."

stepdaddy!toji who couldn't see you for a whole week because of all the divorce drama. and when you finally show up at his place, he doesn't even take your clothes off all the way. just pushes your skirt up, rips your panties aside, and sinks into you with a groan that sounds like relief. "fuck! fuck— i needed this. i needed you, baby." your back hits the wall, your legs wrap around his waist. he's holding you up, fucking you standing, your weight suspended on his cock. "never again. never gonna go a week without this pussy again. you hear me?" "yes— mmh! daddy— yes!" "now i can have you whenever i want. wherever i want." he carries you across the room, still inside you, fucks you against every surface he can reach. the counter. the couch. the floor. "gonna make up for lost time. gonna spend the whole weekend buried inside my little girl."

stepdada!kuna ? amazing art from @ dickerystuf on ig / x

[eclipsiee]

older!bf suguru geto (maybe slight mischaracterization?)

-older!bf geto who asks for your permission almost all the time during sex. “honey” his breath hot on your lips as he parts your legs, his fingers gliding across your underwear, slowly circling your clothed and soaked clit. “can I touch you here? is that okay? hm?”

-older!bf geto who keeps a picture of you in his wallet so whenever he’s away and missing you he has something to look at. Also if he gets totally drunk/can be sober, he’ll whip out the picture and just ramble on about you.

-older!bf geto who listens to all of your interests and what you like. Though he’s a bit on the older side and has no clue what you’re talking about he’ll be supportive and help you collect anything that has to do with your interests.

-older!bf geto who praises you any chance he gets. “that’s my good girl.” “you’re such a smart girl.” “my perfect, perfect baby.” “I’m so proud of you.” “you did a good job, honey.”

-older!bf geto who over caters to you so much. “did you eat today?” and if you say no he’ll have you sit in the kitchen whilst he fixes you up something. If you’re sick he’ll drop everything to be with you and help you heal. If you’re off in public he’ll tell everyone you two have to go and then he’ll run you a warm hot bath and sit in it with you, your back against his chest.

-older!bf geto who’s very overprotective over you. it may come from a deep sense of insecurity whenever he sees you chatting it up with someone your age. it takes you awhile to reassure him.

-older!bf geto who spoils you rotten that you got used to not hearing the word ‘no’.

-older!bf geto who despises your sleep schedule, he’ll wake up in the middle of the night and see you doomscrolling and force you to put the phone down.

-older!bf geto who uses his tie from his suit to bind your wrists together and fuck you relentlessly whilst whispering in your ear how good you’re taking him.

-older!bf geto who handles arguments with ease, you’ll be the brat and he’ll let you have your brat moment before he bends you over his lap and spanks you until he decides to stop making you count.

#needthatseniorcitzen!! oh em gee I wrote this bc of the song “my moon my man” wait that song turns me on actually it’s so fucking good😩.

[faeloresha]

Trembling Hands, Steady Heart

╰─ Choso Kamo x f!reader

Choso Kamo, the cursed womb descendant, has never known gentleness. When you offer him a quiet night of trust and touch, every nerve in his body is alight—not with battle fury, but with a raw, trembling need.

content: Explicit sexual content (smut), gentle sex, soft dom/sub undertones, penetration, praise kink, mild emotional vulnerability, consensual.

word count: 1,634

song: Nervous by The Neighborhood

masterlist ୧₊˚ playlist

The rain fell outside your small apartment, a steady percussive rhythm against the window glass. The city lights smeared into orange and white streaks. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of tea and old paper, and the only light came from a single lamp in the corner.

Choso sat on the edge of your bed, his hands resting on his knees, fingers twitching ever so slightly.

You’ve seen him fight.

You’ve seen him tear through curses with that same fluid, lethal grace—his blood manipulation a dance of crimson death. But now, stripped of his outer robe, his lean torso bare, he looked like something that was never meant to be soft.

His dark hair fell loose, long strands brushing his shoulders. His eyes, those deep burgundy eyes, followed your every movement.

He didn't blink often enough.

“You’re nervous,” you said, voice low, as you stepped closer.

Choso’s throat moved in a swallow. “I… don’t know what to do with this.”

“This?”

“Gentleness.”

The word came out rough, as if it scraped his throat on the way out.

“When I was made, it was for killing. For survival. My body knows violence. It knows how to ache and how to break. But this…” He reached out, his fingertips brushing your hip, light as a moth’s wing. “This makes me feel like I’m shaking apart.”

You didn't pull away.

Instead, you covered his hand with yours, guiding it to rest flat against your stomach. The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of your shirt. His fingers spread, possessive but trembling.

“Then let me show you,” you whispered, and climbed onto his lap.

He caught you easily, hands found your waist, thumbs pressed just above your hipbones. You straddled him, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his thighs. He was already hard beneath his pants—you can feel the thick press of him through the layers. He didn't grind up, didn't rush. He just held you, breathing shallowly, as if you were something precious he might shatter.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, voice barely audible.

In answer, you leaned in.

The first brush of lips was hesitant, almost innocent. His mouth was warm and soft, and he tasted tea faintly. You tilted your head, deepened the kiss, and felt his hands tighten on your waist. A low sound rumbled in his chest—a groan that vibrated against your lips.

“More…” he breathed, and you gave him everything.

Your tongues met, slow and deliberate. He licked into your mouth like he was learning a new language. His hands slid up your sides, mapping the curve of your ribs. When you rocked your hips forward, grinding against his growing erection, he gasped, breaking the kiss to press his forehead to yours.

“You’re going to destroy me,” he murmured.

“Good.”

You pulled his shirt over his head. Pale skin, lean muscle, and those strange scar-like marks that ran down his chest.

You traced one with your fingertip.

He shivered.

“It’s not pain,” he said quickly. “It’s just… your touch. It’s overwhelming.”

“I want to overwhelm you,” you said, and pushed him back onto the bed.

He fell willingly, arms spreading out, watching you with those deep red eyes. The rain drummed harder against the glass. You crawled over him, pressing a kiss to his collarbone, then lower. Your lips ghosted over his sternum, down his stomach. His muscles tensed and released with each breath.

“Please,” he said, and the word cracked.

You know what he was asking. Not for speed, but for presence. For you to stay right here, in this moment, with him.

You undid his pants.

He lifted his hips to help you, and you slid the fabric down his thighs. His cock sprung free, already slick at the tip, flushed dark. It’s beautiful in its own way—thick, long, heavy. You wrapped your hand around the base, and he groaned, head falling back.

“Look at me,” you instructed.

He obeyed, eyes locking onto yours. You stroked him slowly, deliberately, watching his face contort with pleasure. His lips parted, breath hitching.

“I want to taste you,” you said.

“Then—yes... Please...”

You lowered your head. Your tongue flicked out, catching the bead of moisture at his tip. He shuddered, hips bucking slightly. You took him into your mouth, inch by inch, feeling him pulsed against your tongue. The sound he made is desperate, animalistic, and he fisted the sheets beneath him.

You worked him with a rhythm—slow, deep, your hand pumping what your mouth couldn't take. His thighs trembled, and his breath came in ragged gasps.

“That’s… Fuck—that’s so good…”

He was close.

You can feel it in the way his cock twitched, in the way his whole body tensed. But you pulled away, lips slick, chin wet.

He whined. Actually whines.

“Not yet,” you said, crawling back up his body. “I want you inside me first.”

His eyes went dark and hungry. But he didn't grab, didn't demand.

He waited for you.

You reached for the lube on the nightstand. He took the bottle from your hand, his fingers brushing yours.

“Let me,” he said. “I want to touch you.”

You nodded, lying back, spreading your legs for him. He positioned himself between them, and you watched him pour a generous amount onto his fingers. He warmed it between his palms before his hand slid down to your folds.

His first touch was featherlight—a single finger tracing your entrance, gathering your wetness, mixing with the slick lube.

“Ngh...”

You gasped, arching your back.

“So soft,” he murmured, almost to himself. “So tight.”

He circled your clit with his thumb, gently pressing, and your hips jerked. He did it again, watching your reaction, cataloging every sound and shudder.

“Choso... Mhm...”

“You like that,” he said. It’s not a question.

“Yes—Choso... Please—more...”

He slid one finger inside you. Slow. Deliberate. Your walls clenched around him. He pumped it in and out, curling just right, until you were moaning his name.

“Another… Shit…” you gasped.

He added a second finger, stretching you. It stung pleasantly, made you feel full. He scissored them open, working you until you’re ready. His thumb never stopped circling your clit.

“I need to be inside you,” he said, voice hoarse. “I can’t wait much longer.”

“Then fuck me. Now.”

He withdrew his fingers, slick and glistening. He positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He looked at you one last time, as if asking for permission.

You nodded.

He pushed in.

The initial breach was slow, a deliberate stretch that forced a long moan from your throat. He filled you completely, inch by inch, watching your face for any sign of pain. You gripped his arms, nails biting into his biceps.

“Fuck—Choso...”

“Are you okay?” he breathed.

“Mhm... Move, please...”

He did.

He pulled out until only the tip remained, then pushed back in, just as slow. The pace was maddening, exquisite, a languid drag that rubbed against every sensitive spot. He bottomed out and stayed there, grinding his hips against yours, letting you feel every inch of him.

“Ahh... Shit...”

“You feel like heaven…” he whispered against your ear. “Like something I don’t deserve.”

“Shut up—ngh…” you manage, your voice breaking. “Just fuck me… Baby…”

He laughed softly—a rare, beautiful sound—and obeyed.

His thrust deepened, but never lost that careful, tempered rhythm. He kissed your neck, your collarbone, the space between your breasts. Each lick, each bite, sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“Ohh—shit... Choso...”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper.

He thrusted you harder. But it was still measured, still aware. He found the angle that made you cry out, and he hammered that spot relentlessly. The bed creaked beneath you.

The rain outside became a storm.

“Then come…” he said, pressing his forehead to yours. “Let me feel you.”

He reached down, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing in tight circles as he continued to pound into you. The dual stimulation was too much. Your orgasm crashed through you, a sudden, violent wave that ripped a scream from your throat. You clenched around him, pulsing, and he groaned, hips stuttering.

“Yes—fuck… Yes…”

He released inside you, hot and thick, burying his face in your neck as he spilled. His body shook, his breath ragged. He pumped into you through the aftershocks, riding out every last pulse.

“Baby... Shit...”

When he stilled, silence descended, broken only by the rain and your mingled breathing. He remained inside you, not wanting to move, not yet. His lips pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“I never knew,” he said quietly, “that something could feel this… Safe.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, tangling in the dark strands. “You can have this as long as you want.”

The weight of him was a comfort, a grounding presence that anchored you to the mattress as the world outside dissolved into water and shadow. Choso shifted, rolling slightly to the side to keep from crushing you, but he didn't pull away. He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your cheekbone with a reverence that made your chest ache.

In the quiet aftermath, the air still hummed with the ghost of his touch. He watched you with an intensity that had shifted from hunger to a profound, quiet wonder, as if he were still memorizing the fact that he was allowed to be this close to you without a weapon in his hand.

He leaned in, pressing his nose against yours, his breath warm and steady against your skin.

“I think I finally understand,” he murmured, a faint, lopsided smile touching his lips, “why they call this feeling nervous.”

© 2026 faeloresha. All content is owned by @faeloresha. Do not repost, edit, translate, or copy in any form across any platform.

[kkunai]

𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ girl dad!satoru takes his wife and daughter to get a family photoshoot done :: tags. fluff, daughter’s name is hina.

the studio lights cast a warm and golden glow over the white backdrop which turns everything soft and dreamy. you stand just off to the side, smoothing down the skirt of your sundress while watching satoru try—and fail—to keep your four year old daughter still.

“papa, no! i want the sparkly one!”

hina’s voice rings out bright and demanding as she squirms in satoru’s arms. her tiny hands reach for the basket of hair accessories. her white hair, the exact shade of her father’s, is already escaping the neat pigtails you spent twenty minutes perfecting this morning. a few strands stick up wildly and the glittery butterfly clip she desperately wants is now clutched triumphantly in her fist.

satoru laughs. it’s that that bright, effortless sound that still makes your heart skip even after all these years. “alright, princess. butterfly clip it is. but only if you promise to smile all pretty for the camera, ‘kay?”

hina nods with serious determination, then immediately ruins it by blowing a raspberry at him. satoru gasps dramatically, clutching his chest, “gah! you wound me. your poor dad’s heart can’t take this betrayal.”

you smile and step closer, reaching up to gently fix one of her pigtails, “she gets the drama from you, y’know.”

“from me? nah,” satoru’s striking blue eyes sparkle with mischief when they meet yours, “i’m the picture of composure.”

“liar,” you chuckle fondly, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

the photographer, a woman named aiko, claps her hands together cheerfully. “okay, family! let’s get everyone together. mom, dad, and little miss right in the middle?”

satoru sets hina down but keeps one large hand on her shoulder to stop her from bolting toward the props again. you move into position on his other side and he instantly slides his arm around your waist, pulling you close with that familiar yet casual possessiveness.

his long fingers splay warmly against the fabric of your dress, thumb tracing slow circles that send a pleasant shiver through you.

“looking beautiful as always,” your husband whispers against your ear, voice low enough that only you can hear, “how did i get so lucky?”

“by being insufferable until i said yes,” you tease back, but you lean into his side anyway nd rest your head briefly against his shoulder.

hina wedges herself between the two of you. she clutches her stuffed unicorn in one arm while the glittery butterfly clip sits crookedly in her hair. “cheese!” she yells way too early, flashing a big gap-toothed grin.

aiko laughs from behind the camera, “not yet, sweetie, but i love the energy! let’s start with everyone looking at the lens.”

the first few shots dissolve into chaos. hina keeps turning to look at satoru instead of the camera, begging him to make funny faces. he happily obliges—peace signs, crossed eyes, tongue sticking out—until you gently elbow him in the ribs.

“‘toru, we’re trying to get nice pictures, not silly ones.”

“but silly pics are memories too,” he protests, though he straightens up with exaggerated dignity. his arm never leaves your waist.

you reach down and take hina’s free hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, “look at mama, baby. smile for the picture?”

hina tilts her head, considering, then beams up at you with pure sunshine. for a moment everything clicks perfectly: her small hand in yours, satoru’s steady warmth beside you, the three of you framed together like the family you’ve built.

aiko’s camera clicks rapidly, “perfect! that’s the one. now let’s try some with dad holding her?”

satoru doesn’t need to be asked twice. he scoops hina up effortlessly and settless her on his hip. she immediately wraps her arms around his neck and plants a wet sloppy kiss on his cheek.

“papa’s the strongest,” she declares proudly to everyone in the room.

satoru’s expression softens in that special way it only does for his two precious girls. “yeah, and you’re my favorite weakness,” he chuckles before pressing his forehead to hers.

you watch them, chest tight with a love that sometimes feels too big to hold. this is your life: messy pigtails, glitter everywhere, a husband who still flirts like it’s your first date, and a daughter who carries both gojo chaos and your stubborn heart.

“mom, please join them!” aiko calls.

you step in, and satoru shifts hina slightly so he can wrap his free arm around you, pulling all three of you into one warm huddle. hina giggles as her unicorn’s horn pokes your shoulder. satoru drops a kiss to the top of your head, then one to hina’s.

“best family in the world,” he says simply, no teasing this time just the quiet truth.

the camera clicks again and again.

later, when the proofs appear on the screen, you stand between satoru and hina, all of you laughing at the silly outtakes—hina mid-sneeze in one, satoru making bunny ears behind your head in another.

but one shot makes your breath catch: the three of you looking straight at the camera, hina’s head resting on satoru’s shoulder while her little hand reaches for yours. his eyes are soft, your smile is content, and the love between you all shines so clearly it practically glows.

satoru leans down with a grin, his lips brushing your temple. “we’re framin’ that one huge. on the living room wall. so every morning i get to wake up and remember how lucky i am.”

you turn just enough to meet his gaze, “we’re the lucky ones, ‘toru.”

hina obliviously interrupts the sweet moment once again by tugging on your dress, “mamaaaa! can we get ice cream now?!”

satoru snickers at the adorable interruption before scooping her up again, “yup, let’s go! anything for my girls. double scoops. extra sprinkles.”

once the three of you walk out of the studio hand-in-hand—hina swinging between you like a little pendulum—you feel satoru’s gaze on you, warm, playful, gentle and just… loving.

family photos are never just pictures.

they are proof. proof that even the strongest sorcerer in the world can be brought to his knees by tiny pigtails, a glittery butterfly clip, and the woman who convinced him that forever can be this sweet, ordinary and just perfect.

[kkunai]

𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ ‎ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you show your husband some affection, thinking you two are alone—only to be interrupted by your son.

tags. dad!toji x wife!reader. fluff, suggestive. mentions of toji having a dad bod & reader having a mom bod. reader gets called ‘princess/mama (by gumi)’

“tooooji,” you coo as you enter the kitchen. you’ve put megumi to bed—finally—and got the chance to spend some quality time with your dear husband. both of you deserve to rest after a hard day of work.

toji has been putting the dishes back in their designated spots whilst you were away. the dark-haired man turns his head to the side once he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist.

a small grin tugs at his lips, “missed me, princess?”

you roll your eyes. even if years have passed since your marriage, toji has not stopped using that specific nickname for you. he loves calling you ‘princess’, because that’s what you’ll always be to him. in his eyes, at least.

“mhm,” you decide to indulge him. you bury your face into his broad back, feeling the muscles he’s worked so hard on obtaining. after megumi was born, toji did let himself go for a bit, but that is a good sign.

it means he’s content with his life - this peaceful life that he’s settled down for with no regrets. no more being reckless, no more battling for money; he’s now got a family to come back home to after all.

“is the little brat asleep?” toji asks while putting the last dish away. he’s visibly enjoying your warm hands that have slid under his shirt. your skin is so soft to the touch compared to his.

you chuckle and nod to his question. “gumi’s sleeping like a baby,” you rub your husband’s stomach gently, feeling the little bumps of his fading abs. you’re loving his new body - just as much as toji loves yours.

toji turns around to face you, desperately needing to return the favor. he can’t get enough of being with you. his rough hands grab your waist and bring you closer against his body, until your chests are nearly touching. he lowers his head to your neck, “that means i can show my wife how much i love her, yeah?”

you shiver at how toji’s voice turns from soft and gentle to sexual and husky. big hands find their place on your tummy, massaging the loose skin with its stretch marks. you can hear your husband’s breath hitch. “fuck,” toji swallows his spit, his fingers moving to grasp your hips.

toji loves how your hips got wider after you’ve given birth to your child. every change in your body, whether big or small, is completely welcomed by him. your body has blessed toji with a son he loves and he’ll forever be grateful for that fact. the least he can do is take his time to appreciate you.

“so beautiful,” toji sighs as he leaves soft pecks on your neck and throat. his fingers are working their way down to your thighs and ass—not leaving a single patch of skin untouched. his lips eventually find yours and you melt into his embrace.

it’s getting heated and the tension is palpable. toji’s about to lift you into his arms when you catch a glimpse of a short figure in the doorway. your eyes widen and you immediately detach your lips from your husband’s.

toji quickly catches on and sighs. he cocks his head to the left, the sight of his toddler standing at the doorway coming into view. “damn kid,” he whispers, nearly pouting because of the interruption. you playfully slap his bicep—a warning to fix his potty mouth in front of megumi.

“h-hey, gumi,” you say with an awkward giggle, walking towards the child. you fix your shirt in the meantime, straightening the material. you crouch down to megumi’s level and pat his head tenderly, “what happened? why are you out of bed?”

megumi stares up at you with teary eyes. he’s clenching onto his dog plushie, hugging the stuffed animal to his little body. you can easily guess that he’s scared—probably because of a nightmare. he’s been getting those more frequently.

though, instead of explaining himself, megumi searches for answers to something else. he points at his dad who’s leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. the toddler then looks back at you like he’s made some big discovery;

“mama papa kissing!”

you nearly choke on your spit. megumi’s a clever little boy and it shows through his advanced vocabulary. you’re surprised that he’s learnt what that meant already. you try to deny what your child said, “no, uhm, mama and papa were just hugging!”

toji snorts at your half assed excuse. he lazily walks over to you two, hands in his pockets. he bends forwards and looks megumi in the eyes with a huge smirk on his face. “yeah, we were. ‘n you totally ruined it,” he utters without any shame and menacingly sticks his tongue out at the little boy.

you hiss and lightly shove toji—he cannot take anything seriously. you’re trying your best to distract megumi’s attention from what he’s seen his parents do, to what his reason is for waking up.

“did you have a nightmare again?” you coo and pick your son up. he instantly snuggles up to you and presses his face against your chest in search of comfort. you smile and can conclude that your assumptions are right.

you pet megumi’s head whilst softly humming one of his favorite lullabies. toji watches your interaction with his son and his mood softens once more. he silently hugs you from behind—also wrapping an arm around megumi—turning it into a little family group hug.

“y’re all right, buddy,” toji mutters to megumi and the little boy sniffles in response, “mama ‘n papa ‘re right here.”

after a couple minutes, you carry megumi back to his room before putting him down in his bed. your husband stands next to you as you make sure your kid is tucked in properly.

megumi stares up at you with a sniff and you nearly melt at the adorable sight. you brush his bangs out of his eyes and kiss his forehead, wishing him a good night. the toddler nods and hugs his plushie to his chest again, still a bit shaken up from the nightmare. however, he’s doing a lot better after he got comforted by both his parents.

“sweet dreams, gumi,” you whisper and rub megumi’s cheeks with a fond smile on your lips. toji simply stares at you conversing with megumi—his face showing little to no emotion. though, from within, toji is absolutely in awe at your motherly personality. you’re the perfect mother.

megumi gets drowsy and tosses onto his side so he could be more comfortable. he struggles to open his eyes, but manages to look at toji. the little boy pouts and points another finger at his dad, this time drowsily warning him, “papa no kiss mama, ‘kay?”

that comment catches you off guard. you’re embarrassed by the fact that megumi still remembers what he’s seen in the kitchen. you try to clear your throat and explain yourself, but toji’s one step ahead of you. he silently mimics megumi’s words and rolls his eyes—

“yeah yeah, whatever. i won’t,” toji promises his son. the toddler clearly inherited your husband’s protectiveness. you chuckle at the playfulness between the two, enjoying the jokey banter the father-son duo have each time.

megumi huffs in victory and nods. he can sleep in peace now, knowing his dad won’t try anything funny with you. he closes his weary eyes and is asleep within just a few seconds.

you stretch your arms and sigh in content. you can’t help but chuckle once you notice how megumi’s fallen asleep with a tiny smile on his lips. you give the child one last forehead kiss before leaving the room in silence.

toji follows right behind you. now that his son is sound asleep, he doesn’t have to keep his promise. technically— he wasn’t planning to anyway.

“c’mere,” your husband mumbles and grabs your hand. he pulls you into a tight hug, hands instantly roaming your body which he admires so much. he plants his lips onto yours not a second later.

you smile into the kiss, finding it funny how toji couldn’t keep his (fake) promise for even one second. he would die if he actually couldn’t kiss you, and that isn’t even an exaggeration.

toji pulls back after a moment and smirks at you—those bedroom eyes of his very telling.

“so, where were we?”

[kkunai]

𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ ‎ husband!satoru hates arguments. even more so when your conflicts upset your baby daughter :: tags. fluff, hurt & comfort :: wc. 1.1k

satoru hates having arguments with you. he hates it whenever an argument turns into the silent treatment. he apologises and apologises, yet nothing helps to change your mood sometimes.

ever since you got married and had your daughter, you were a bit more sensitive to the smallest of things than usual. it wasn’t like satoru despised you for it; in fact, he understands that motherhood was and is stressful. that man was nothing but supportive to you.

though, your little arguments were indirectly having an impact on the mental state of your baby. you didn’t realise an one year old could sense the tension between her parents.

“mama, mama!” your daughter appears out of nowhere, waddling over to you standing in the kitchen. she had barely just learnt how to walk. her tiny hand reaches for yours and she points at the doorway with her other, “go, mama, go.”

you curiously let your little girl lead you towards where she was pointing at, only to arrive at the living room. satoru was sitting on the couch, idly staring at the ceiling, other hand fiddling with one of your daughter’s toys. he seemed deep in thought. even exhausted and clearly not his playful self.

“mama, go! mama go papa.”

satoru’s head turns to the side at the cute sound of his favourite little girl. he smiles brightly at her return to the living room, only for his smile to fade just for a second at the sight of you next to her. he isn’t mad at you—more like sad that you still seemed upset with him.

your daughter tugs at your index finger. she apparently wants you to go to her dad—wants you to interact or talk with him. her big eyes were staring up at you with a pleading look in them.

you were in a dilemma. of course, you wanted to put your daughter’s mind at ease. you could just fake interact with satoru—or actually just make it up—but there was still a small part of you that needed time alone. you weren’t yet mentally ready for another confrontation. you needed time to think it out.

however, part of you also knows that your earlier argument was kind of silly. you don’t even fully remember what it was about, that’s how irrelevant it was to your brain.

“c’mon, pumpkin. ‘tis not nice for you to bother mama while she’s cooking.” satoru’s soft voice startles you back to reality. he had already gotten up and crouched down to pick your daughter up in his arms, kissing her chubby cheeks to distract her; “mama’s busy, ‘kay? let’s go play with papa.”

even satoru knew that your argument had caused your little girl to feel some kind of stress. she didn’t fully comprehend the situation, though she was clearly uncomfortable by the fact that her parents were not acting nice and lovey dovey like they usually would.

“no, papa. mama!” the baby whines and points at you and then at satoru, her little legs kicking. it absolutely broke satoru’s heart — shattered it into pieces. oh, how he wishes to never fight with you again. the sight of his little bundle of joy trying to mend things between you two with all she could was simply too much.

satoru looks down at you and notices the way you look at your one year old as well. the same way he did; with guilt and sadness. he sighs softly and without further thought, wraps his free arm around your shoulders and brings you close to his body.

“c’mere,” satoru murmurs as he holds both your daughter and you to his chest, “let me hold my two girls, yeah? may i, sweetheart? please.”

your husband asks for your consent. if you were okay with this—even when he needs it desperately, to hold you again in his arms and to make it right to you—your comfort comes first. if you weren’t ready yet to make up, he’d let you go. even if it’d hurt him immensely.

you don’t answer with your words and instead let your actions do the talking. you wrap one arm around satoru’s torso, the other cradling your daughter closer to both you and him.

it was like nothing mattered anymore in that moment, except for your little family. your worries, stress and anxiety about everything and anything had vanished into thin air as you felt the embrace of the two people you held dear.

your daughter finally giggles—a sound satoru and you had greatly missed. you close your eyes and just rest against your husband’s body.

“mama papa, wuv!” the little girl squeals in happiness as she excitedly babbles on, causing both satoru and you to laugh as well. the white-haired sorcerer leaves a big peck on the baby’s forehead before doing the same to you.

“mhm, papa loves mama veeery much.” satoru hums and kisses your forehead again, solely because he missed being affectionate to you, “papa loves his sweet little angel too.”

you can’t help but chuckle along with your one year old—who seemed to be extremely content in her parents’ loving embrace again. this is how it always should be.

“mama also loves papa very much.” you reply, causing your husband to regain his usual big grin. he finally got what he longed for; to have you look and talk to him with love. your silence may have lasted only a few hours, but it felt like it had been a couple cruel months to the sorcerer.

your eyes meet his again and all was well. you smile at him and he smiles back before leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips. satoru’s arm that was draped over your shoulder moves down to curl around your lower back, pulling you as close to him as your bodies would allow.

he pulls back after a few seconds and just lovingly stares at your face again—eyes holding an affection only you had ever been able to witness. your eyes told the same story; nothing could separate you two. ever.

“waaaaah! mama papa, me, me!”

the romantic air between you two suddenly gets interrupted by your daughter’s excited demands. she was demanding kisses as well, puffing her cheeks up as she got ready for it.

“ohh? seems like our angel wants some kisses too.” satoru laughs and nods his head at the baby in his other arm whilst looking at you, “shall we?”

you giggle and nod back—not able to refuse your little girl any longer.

it was not long before the living room fills with the sounds of your child’s laughter, which was caused by the continuous kisses and tickles she was receiving from both satoru and you.

[iamsoclone]

satoru gives you an emergency ultrasound with his six eyes!! | SFW pure fluff + a lil angst (blink and you'll miss it) 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

It's been 48 hours.

Forty-eight hours.

And you haven't felt a thing.

Not a roll, not a jolt, not a kick or even just a twitch. Absolutely nothing.

After 7 hours you realized it had been almost all day and you hadn't felt any movement from within the almost 6-month swell of your belly.

It was irregular. Very, very irregular. The child of Satoru Gojo couldn't sit still for more than a couple of hours. For almost 2 months you'd been kicked awake like that baby had an alarm set every hour on the hour. Starting as little flutters, and getting stronger as the weeks went on.

And you loved it. Feeling that reassurance that they were healthy and strong and there and alive. Pressing your palm to that spot and murmuring praises and soft laughs even as your organs took a beating.

You didn't realize how much it'd affect you when all that movement just stopped.

"It's weird... don't you think it's weird? Maybe I should call the midwife." You'd said with knit brows, already picking up your phone to find her contact.

"Sounds like they're being a little lazy, taking an extended nap or something." Satoru huffed a laugh, amused eyes flicking up to catch yours for a moment. But as he caught the worry on your face, his smile softened, and he rounded the counter, stopping behind you to wrap both arms around. Palms flat on your belly and you melted just a touch, like a candle first being lit.

"I’m sure they're okay, but it never hurts to check." He'd murmured into the crook of your neck and you nodded. Your shoulders easing a fraction.

But they hiked right back up when the clinic said they'd get you in at the end of the week.

You almost burst into tears right there, but held it together. Telling yourself it could wait a few days, you had no other symptoms to worry about so it would be fine. You'd get in that room in a few days and see them and hear that tiny little heart beating away like a hummingbird.

Yeah... that lasted until the next morning.

Woken up at 4 am by the feeling of complete and utter nothingness in your womb.

You wept quietly over toast with egg and avocado and enough hot sauce to melt a hole in the plate. Spicy food always got them moving, they had the same palate as their sucrose loving father.

Still nothing.

You went out to get some errands done, met up with Shoko at the school, stopped to chat with the students, especially a pretty, young first year with a blue streak and stars in her eyes as she gaped at your belly.

"Wait, Gojo-sensei is gonna be a dad?! I thought he was joking about the wife and kid!"

You laughed it off and assured that you had to be an idiot too because you picked him. But you ignored that sinking, empty feeling in your stomach. Only letting your lip wobble a little as you walked back to your car to head home.

Regret settled in at brushing Satoru off when he asked if you’d be okay if he handled a mission somewhere in Iwate prefecture and left until the next day.

You were cursing your past self as you sat on the couch at 2 am. Still. Nothing.

Fuck that stupid bitch for being rational and easy going. You wished you'd stomped your foot and pouted instead, maybe then you’d be crying into Satoru’s firm chest instead of over your last ultrasound photo, alone.

When he got back the next afternoon, there was really no gentle way to say it, but you were a hot fucking mess.

Puffy eyed and red nosed, you looked up from the couch as he walked in the front door, a chipper greeting withering and dying on his lips as he caught sight of you in rumpled pajamas surrounded by a nest of blankets and throw pillows.

He blinked behind the dark material of the blindfold, pausing for just a moment before your breathing hitched and tears welled all over again.

"It-it's like they're just... gone." Your voice broke on the word and the dam broke all over again. "I don't understand, w-why is this ha-happening?" You hiccuped, snot and tears flowing freely. "It's my fault! They're gone and its all—"

"Lay back a little," Satoru cut you off, suddenly right in front of you and pulling the blankets away from your body and you just scoffed, the sound wet and choked.

"Really?? This is so not the fucking time!" You glared, snotty and tear streaked and Satoru scoffed right back.

As much as he loved you any way you came, you weren't arousing much besides worry at that moment.

"What? What kind of guy do you think I am? Geez, just trust me and try to relax a little." He murmured, hooking a finger into the blindfold and pulling it to hang around his neck. Wispy silver bangs falling over his brow and across the blue that could only be found in the sky, and in your husband's eyes.

You pursed your lips but did as he asked, resting your head on a pillow and letting him push your pajama top up over your stomach.

Your mind immediately flung back into the pit and you swallowed hard, but stayed quiet as bright azure eyes searched your body.

"You really think you can see their signature?" You broke the silence with a whisper and those eyes found yours for a second, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

"Pfft, of course I can." He reassured, tone confident like there was never an alternative. But you caught the worry in his eyes.

You laid there as Satoru scanned over your belly. Seconds felt like hours until finally his eyes went wide and his lips twitched up.

Cursed energy read differently from living beings to the deceased, and he'd just caught the flickering pulse of something very much alive.

"Really?" You asked, hope pitching your voice up with a crack and he nodded.

"Told ya." He said, brimming with confidence. But you heard the relief under it.

You flung yourself at him, arms squeezing tight around his neck and face buried in his dark jacket. He held you just as tight, nose in your hair as you sobbed with your own relief.

Pulling back, you sniffed and chuckled sheepishly at the dark spot on his jacket. "Ugh, sorry, you're kinda wet. Maybe a little snotty too."

"Gross," Satoru teased, grinning big and so handsome your heart fluttered for him. "Ijichi is gonna have a lot more dry-cleaning to do if we're adding snot to all the stuff coming out of you."

Your eyes rolled and your mouth opened to retort, but you were cut off with a jolt as you felt it.

Finally.

It was clear as day on your face and Satoru gasped.

"Awww! Baby's first prank!"

fanfic is my coping mechanism so I hope we aren't tired of the pregnant reader stuff bc I still got like 4 months to go hahhaaaa m. list | dividers by @/aesverse <33

[mieleism]

— behind closed doors

only you know what your husband is like when no one is watching . . . wc: 2.5k

it had been a long day.

satoru pressed the pads of his fingers to his eyelids, trying to alleviate the ache and dryness that was ever present.

he sighed, reclining back in his chair in his office as he gave the papers on his desk a fleeting glance.

“….gojo-sensei…marry…how?”

satoru perked up, nobara’s distant voice catching his attention as soon as he heard his name. he quieted down to listen — so he was nosy, sue him.

“i just don’t get it!” she exclaimed, “how did gojo sensei bag someone like her?!”

megumi tsked in response, “hate to say it but, it makes perfect sense.”

“literally how?” nobara continued, unconvinced, “gojo-sensei is the opposite of his wife, and she seems so sweet and frankly, too intelligent for him.”

megumi snorted at that and he could hear yuuji protesting at nobara, “gojo-sensei is also intelligent!”

satoru’s lip quirked up, a tiny breath of laughter escaping his lungs at what should’ve been at least a mildly offensive statement.

“they’re good together,” megumi replies after a beat, voice begrudging but satoru knew the boy enough to hear the fondness in his tone.

and now, satoru was back home.

“‘toru,” you stepped out of the shower just as your husband teleported inside your shared bedroom.

you toweled your hair as he strode towards you, his hands immediately finding purchase at your waist as he dipped down to press his lips to yours.

you paused rubbing your hair with the towel, letting your husband get his fill.

“you smell good,” satoru murmurs against your skin, his lips skirting over the wet flesh, “i could eat you up.”

“what happened to hello? good evening?” you teased, giggling as you looped an arm around his neck and while the other threw the wet towel on your vanity chair.

“hello,” he pecked your lips, “good evening,” peck “how are you, my sweet girl?” peck “i could just eat you up.”

you giggled breathlessly, staying still while your husband attacked you with affection, your hand slowly creeping up the nape of his neck.

satoru brought his hand up to your face, gently tucking your hair behind your ear as he took in your flushed face. your face was all scrunched up, eyes crinkling because of your smile as you gazed up at him with twinkling eyes.

satoru pulled his eye covers above his head, the fabric pushing the hair off of his forehead.

"do you think i'm unworthy of you?"

you stilled immediately, the smile falling off your face.

satoru's eyes held a vulnerability that he tried - and succeeded - to keep hidden always.

you exhaled, your hand coming up to rest on your husband’s face, “no.”

satoru’s breath caught in his throat. it was such a simple and predictable answer, but the quiet ferocity behind that word made him pause.

he had meant the question to be silly and lighthearted, wherein you would’ve played along with the joke and he would’ve laughed with you — because the conversation he had overheard earlier didn’t mean anything to him, of course.

of course.

“satoru,” your other hand also came up to rest on his cheek, cradling his face as you held his gaze, “you are so worthy of everything - of me, your life, the love you receive, the love you give.”

satoru stayed quiet. the lump in his throat that was rapidly growing in size preventing him from opening his mouth to say something witty and unserious - to diffuse the new tension that he created unwittingly.

“if anything,” you continued, your thumbs moving across his cheekbones, “if anything, i insist that you are worthy of so much more.”

that did it. satoru closed his eyes as he felt a lone tear slip down his cheek.

he was the strongest.

the strongest.

yet, standing here in front of you, with his face in your gentle hands, he was the weakest man on earth.

your love was so kind, so pure and just so unprotesting of his selfishness that wanted to hold onto you until all the doubts and fears in his head disappears.

you quieted down as you silently wiped away his tears, and then another, and another, letting your husband slowly strip away his defences and lay himself bare in front of you.

“really?” satoru whispered, hoping you didn’t hear the crack in his voice.

“cross my heart,” you replied back just as solemnly, your eyes soft as you watched your husband crumble in your safety.

“even when i annoy you?”

“even when you annoy me,” you agreed, cracking a small smile.

“so all i’m hearing is,” he sniffled, inching closer to you, “that i annoy you.”

you giggled before straightening up, “would you rather i lie?”

he laughed, the sound snotty and nasally, “you’re so mean to your husband!”

you pushed your face up to press a kiss on his chin, “my husband seems to be enjoying himself, though.”

“that,” he grins down at you, eyes a bit red from crying, “is something my wife is correct about.”

you exhaled a breath, smiling gently up at him as you stepped back, “what’d you want for dinner, ‘toru?”

you should’ve expected it when he pulled you closer to him to say — “you.”

you would’ve rolled your eyes and called him corny but he picked you up, throwing you onto the bed before following you himself.

“sato—”

his mouth was on yours, swallowing your protests before they could leave your mouth. the kiss was hurried, almost desperate as he pried your lips apart, pushing his tongue in.

“mmpf—” you clutched at your husband’s shoulders, trying to ground yourself as satoru kissed the breath out of you.

“missed you,” he breathed before reattaching himself to your lips, giving you a split second to take in air.

you closed your eyes, giving into your husband’s sudden desire and letting him kiss you thoroughly. one of your hands traveled up to the back of his head.

satoru moaned when you grabbed a fist full of his hair, tugging at it. he pulled back to stare at you, chest heaving as took in the sight.

you were laid on your shared bed, hair willowing out on top of the pillow, staring at up with lidded eyes and dilated pupils.

satoru’s cock strained against his pants at the sight. he fought the urge to fold you in half and fuck you until morning came.

you watched your husband inhale deeply, pressing his nose into the side of your neck as he held his weight up on both his arms.

you ran your hands over his bulging forearms, straining under his weight. satoru’s chest rumbled in satisfaction at your touch, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe along your throat to your ear, tasting your skin.

he pressed a small kiss at the base of your throat, trailing his lips down your sternum as he unravelled your bathrobe, letting it fall open on your sides.

you gasped softly when he pressed a feather-light kiss just below your belly button. 

the heat at your core pulsating as your hand flew to the back of his head, gripping his hair as you held your breath waiting for him to descend down on you. 

satoru nosed along your slit, slick collecting at the lower half of his face. he inhaled deeply, pressing his nose against your skin. 

the obscenity of the situation made you tremble, the hand in his hair tightening as you bit your lip, “sa—”

“smell so good,” satoru murmured against your heat, placing kitten kisses upon it, “smells like home.” 

you cried out in surprise, throwing your head back as satoru slanted his face, connecting his lips to your vulva before suckling it harshly.  

satoru made out with your pussy, mumbling words of encouragement and praise as you writhed beneath him, tugging at his hair. 

your husband was still fully clothed but that didn’t stop him from grinding his painfully hard cock against the bedsheet, moaning into you as he ate you like a man starved. 

it wasn’t long before you were clamping your thighs down on your husband’s head, trapping it in between. satoru’s long and dexterous finger sliding in to make space for a second, then third as he lapped at your clit, teasing the nub until your belly started quivering. 

you came with a strangled moan, “s— toru— haah.. baby… wan you inside..” 

your husband rose up, hands pushing your legs back up. he licked his lips, the slick coating his chin. 

he had always been a messy eater. 

“what was that?” your husband murmured, his hands travelling up your sides, tracing your ribs before cupping your tits. 

your hands flew over his as he kneaded your breasts, eyes locking in with your husband’s teasing ones. 

“want you… inside…” you mumbled back, feeling inexplicably shy under satoru’s love filled gaze. 

“my beautiful wife,” satoru leaned down, closer to your chest. he pressed a kiss at the middle of your diaphragm, his eyes never leaving yours, “my beautiful, gorgeous wife.” 

“you’re mine,” he pressed a lasting kiss at the underside of your right breast, before moving onto the left, “you’re mine, forever.” 

you nodded, watching your husband kiss up your chest, “forever, baby.” 

“even if I don’t deserve you?” satoru asked, his tongue flattening on top of your nipple. 

you shook your head, “you’ll always deserve me.” 

satoru closed his eyes, a full body shudder passing through him. when he opened them back up, his eyes were lidded, dark and dilated. 

you only had a second for your breath to hitch before satoru rose up, pulling your ankle to drag you to the edge of the bed. 

he unzipped his trousers, pulling out his heavy cock in record time. 

you could only lay there on your elbows and watch, mesmerised, as satoru lined up his cock with your core, the combined heat from both of your sexes making you clench around air. 

satoru’s eyes took in the erotic sight, his wife’s pussy calling out to him, reminding him that he was just as missed as much as he missed you. 

his fingers delicately pulled at your chin, holding your face still so he could connect your lips. 

you closed your eyes, revelling in the feel of satoru’s soft lips gently kissing yours. 

and then he pushed in. 

you jerked back — or tried to. satoru held your jaw in his hand, tighter, his eyes now opened as he swallowed your cries and moans. 

his fat tip bullied its way past the tight ring of muscle, pushing and pushing inside and stealing your breath. 

satoru’s gaze was intent on your face, his breathing getting heavier as he felt down your scalding hot walls clenching and tightening against his cock. 

your hands grabbed onto satoru’s arms, holding on for dear life as your husband sheathed inside of you, fully. 

you felt so full you could hardly breathe. satoru released your face, letting you fall back on the pillow as he rose up to look down at the glorious sight. 

his cock twitched inside of you, your tummy bulging ever so slightly to display the shape of his cock. you fisted the sheets, trying to regulate your breathing as your husband blatantly stared down at your flushed form struggling to take all of him. 

satoru could cum just from looking at you like this. 

satoru’s hands gripped at your hips, swiftly pulling a pillow to place it beneath you. 

“wanted me– hngh.. inside… right, baby?” satoru mock pouted down at you, his finger wiping away at the moisture on your cheek. 

“‘s t’full…” you whimpered, thighs trembling slightly as you got better used to the fullness. 

s’okay baby,” satoru pulled his hips back, tantalisingly slowly. you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock, pulsating with need.

you whined, eyebrows furrowing as your husband withdrew his cock so that just his tip was barely inside of you. it felt insanely more lewd than anything you both had done upto now, and it was driving you crazy, being stretched out like so, yet so empty.

“stop teasing toru,” you tried to snap at him but it came out as a whine.

“yeah?” he breathed, gaze snapping up from where he was inside you to your face. his eyes glinted mischievously as his hands settled on your waist.

satoru tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, lulling you into relaxing before abruptly shoving the rest of his cock in.

the suddenness, taking you by surprise, lead you to squeak. satoru chuckled, before all semblances of your soft, delicate husband disappeared for the night.

he had your hips pinned down on the bed, his cock pistoning in and out of your pussy, making loud and embarrassing plap! plap! plap! noises as you held onto your husband’s shoulders for dear life.

“my sweet girl wans my cock..” he cooes, mockingly, bringing his hand down on your clit to tease it.

your toes curled from the burst of warmth you could feel in your veins from your husband’s actions. you bit your lip, trying to hold onto the barrage of moans trying to escape as satoru fucked you into the mattress.

satoru pressed his finger down on your nub, making you writhe and cry out, “don’t bite your lips, baby.”

“toru… slow– hngh… hah! plea–” you babbled, head thrashing side to side as satoru’s thrusts made the bed move with him, creaking and mixing with your moans.

“n- nuh-uh…” he tutted, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. he loved teasing you, but his balls were getting heavier by the second and there was only so long he could hold out for when you were under him, pliant, sexy and so full of his cock.

he just needed to put a baby in there soon.

his balls hit the junction below your pussy at each thrust, intensifying your reaction. yoy curled your fingers, nails digging into your husband’s shoulders as you neared your peak.

satoru felt your walls tightening on him. he ground his jaw, trying his best to keep himself leashed ecen though he wanted to paint your walls red and fuck his cum back into you again and again until it takes.

“satoru… m’close,” you warned him, still holding onto him in order to not slide up the bed from the intensity of his thrusts. your orgasm was building and fast. you could almost taste your release.

satoru grabbed your jaw, bringing your face to his before mashing your lips together. you looped your arms around his neck as you cried out into his mouth, constricting around your husband’s cock, riding out your orgasm.

satoru snapped his eye shut, a vein in his jaw ticking as he exhaled harshly, holding your hips as close to his as he finally spilled inside of you, a full body shudder passing through him.

the sight made you clench around him, milking him as he came.

panting, he fell on top of you, adjusting so majority of his weight was on the bed instead.

“i love you, baby.”

“me too but.. you’re still inside me.”

he nuzzled your neck, feeling his soft cock hardening again, “isn’t that funny?”

all that after you just showered.

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nerdjo (nsfw) | satoru caring for you while you’re on your period (sfw/fluff)

[chosayi]

𝄞𝄢 husband!toru and his lactation kink.

note. dk how to feel abt this lol…. art by naomiiocha

after having your baby, your body changed drastically. especially in your breasts. they were all swell and full of milk now. causing stained clothes and discomfort.

satoru became more attentive then he’s ever been. always making sure that you and the baby are okay. but one day, when you and satoru were together, milk started to leak through the front of your dress…

and that awakened something deep inside of him.

he didn’t know what came over him. whenever he’d catch you breastfeeding your son, this weird feeling of jealousy would twist in his stomach. it didn’t help how the little guy looked just like him either!

one day, when you were out and asked him to feed the baby, he opened the fridge and stared at it like he struck gold. all of the baby bottles filled with the milk that you pumped out, practically winking at him to have a taste… just one little sip.

so he did. after feeding and burping him, he reached for another bottle absentmindedly. the moment he took a sip of the liquid, his eyes widened.

the flavor was immaculate, he never tasted anything like this before. it was so creamy and sweet—but not sickly sweet. it was pretty mild. honestly, it might’ve been one of the best things he’d ever had.

it might even be better than the kikufuku mochi he was always obsessed with.

before he knew it, the bottle was empty. he dragged his tongue over his lips, catching the last bit with no shame whatsoever. not only did it taste good, but it came from from your body? his wife’s bodily fluids?! it aroused him so much…

after that, bottles started disappearing. you noticed it pretty quickly. each time you checked the fridge, there was less and less. the baby was pissed too! making everything more weird. eventually, you asked satoru if he had any idea what’s been happening to them, and all he did was shrug. “i don’t know, baby. maybe we’re overfeeding him?”

one night, after the baby had finally fallen asleep, you stayed up. complaining about how your breasts were too full and achy. they needed to be drained.

to satoru, this was the perfect opportunity. he offered to help you drain some of it out. and of course, as his wife, you were more than welcome to have your husband take care of you.

but what you didn’t know was that you were making his peculiar fantasies finally come to life…

“mm—toru..! don’t suck too hard. that hurts..” you muttered. currently, your beloved husband was too busy. his soft lips cupped around one of your nipples while his hands fondled both your breasts.

“sorry, baby. can’t help it,” he said, voice muffled. “tastes sooo good. like honey nut cheerios… and almond,” he was in absolute bliss and his dick wasn’t even inside you. tasting it from the bottle was one thing, but sucking it straight out of your fat tits? now that was a whole new experience.

his white lashes fluttered, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub. the stimulation made more milk to spew out into his mouth. he moaned lowly when the liquid hit his tongue.

you mewled softly as he continued to massage your sore breasts, milk seeping between his fingers. your hand rested on your his head, scratching his scalp gently. he kept squeezing you, forcing more and more milk to spray out. he lapped it all up like a little kitten, some of it even dripping down his chin.

“fuck, toru. you’re so disgustinggg…” you moaned, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. 

he laughed breathlessly. “only for you,” he cooed. he began to tease your nipples by pinching them and giving them light flicks with his tongue. he rubbed the leaked milk around your areola with his fingers before licking it off with a long stripe. the relief was euphoric. you bit your lip, and your pussy that was already soaked gushed more slick.

he put both nipples in his drooling mouth and squeezed your breasts roughly together, encouraging more of the rich sweetness out of you for him to greedily drink down. “mmph.. so fucking sweet… my sweet girl,” he groaned.

“o-ohhh..! s-satoruuu,” you whined underneath him. shuddering as you felt his dick rub up and down your clothed folds. basically dry humping you. 

“shhh… m’ right here. just let daddy take care of you, kay? m’ almost done,” he murmured against your skin. a whimper fell out of your trembling lips. he continued his ministrations until he worked all the firmness from your tits, leaving them soft and doughy as they should be. 

when he was done, he let go of your nipples with a small pop! “feels better, hm?” he asked, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking the sticky liquid off.

“mhmm, yes… t-thank you,” you said shyly, still trembling. slick puddling in your panties from how good he treated you. he let out a low chuckle and leaned in, giving you a soft kiss. you could taste the nectarous liquid on his tongue when he slipped it past your lips.

“we should start doing this more often… oh, honey,” he started, looking at the ginormous damp spot between your thighs. there’s no way that he’s going to sleep without fucking you now. “guess i have something else to help you with.”

@chosayi 2026 ( ummm… would you say that you are… kinky?? )

[xoslutty]

✮ breastfeeding gojo ?

"can i try it?" he asked, perched right on the edge of the bed.

"try what?"

his eyes trailed down to your chest, lingering on the heavy shape of them under your shirt, then flicked back to your face. "sucking your tits."

"baby, i'm not sure. i'm still leaking and they're crazy sensitive."

"i'll be careful, i promise... just wanna taste it."

before you could even get a word out, he was already moving in, settling right between your legs. his head was level with your chest, tucked between your thighs, taking up all the space. "come on, babe, show me my pretty girls."

you rolled your eyes but pulled up your white top anyway, making him let out a low, gravelly groan. there they were — heavy and swollen, way bigger since the pregnancy, with hard, dark nipples and a little wet spot where the milk was already soaking through.

"damn, baby..." he rasped. "wanted this for so long."

at first, he just swiped his tongue over the wet patch, licking up the drops with slow, teasing circles around the nipple. then his lips suddenly clamped down. he took the whole thing into his mouth, sucking you in almost to the areola.

"tooru!" you yelped, arching your back. "easy!"

but he didn't hear you. he was sucking so hard, pulling the milk out like he'd freaking die if he didn't get every last drop right that second. you felt the rhythmic, heavy tugging and heard him gulping it down, totally obsessed.

he groaned right against your skin, his whole body shaking, and then popped his lips off your nipple with a loud, wet smack.

"so fucking sweet," he breathed out. his lips were all shiny, and his breath scorched your nipple, making it pop even harder. he kept switching between quick licks and sharp, tight tugs, creating this crazy, pulling pressure deep inside.

right then, he noticed milk starting to drip from your other breast, messing up your skin.

"it's goin' to waste," he groaned and moved to the second one even hungrier. he was acting like a total addict — his tongue was darting all over the areola, catching every single drop, and then he clamped down on the nipple, sucking so hard the room filled with wet, messy sounds. he literally buried his face in you, getting white streaks all over his cheeks.

he squeezed both your breasts with his hands, jamming them together so the nipples were side by side. he covered both at once with his mouth, biting and sucking them at the same time.

"mmm-gh!" he felt his mouth fill up instantly with warm milk. he swallowed greedily, almost choking on the taste, and sometimes he'd pull back on purpose, tugging your nipples with his teeth, stretching them out before sucking back in.

you clawed at his white hair, gasping for air. "too... nngh... it's too much! ah-mmm! tooru!"

he pulled away for a sec, and in the dim light, you saw a thin, sticky string of spit and milk stretching between his lips and your bright red nipple.

"shhh, baby." he nipped the hard tip with his teeth right away, making you yelp.

his hips moved on their own. sitting between your legs, he started rubbing his hard cock against the mattress, back and forth, groaning low. he went back to your chest, tossing his head side to side without letting go of the nipple. "mmm-ffh... want more milk... give me more baby," he mumbled. his chin was literally soaked, drops dripping down his neck and ruining his clothes. then he looked up at you with those huge, clouded-over doe eyes.

"wanna use some for my coffee."

more of jjk ?