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[catboyfein]

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[postcard-batteries]

cuddles during summer

satoru gojo is clingy today, which would be fine if it wasnt really hot.

"cmon.. just 10 more minutes." is the same thing satoru gojo has been telling you for the past 40 minutes whenever you complain about him cuddling you.

groaning in annoyance, you attempt to push what feels more like a fucking furnace rather than a body off you.

"you've been saying that for the past hour!" you protest just as satoru tightens his grip around your mid section.

the smug bastard then proceeds to hum and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, causing you to sweat even more. how satoru can lay there ontop of you— underneath a blanket, no less— and continue to cuddle you like youre not minutes away from overheating would be impressive if you werent the one living through it.

"oh my god im gonna die and itll all be your fault." as dramatic as you might be, this might actually be your fate. overheating because your boyfriend wont stop cuddling, and what a sad fate that is.

glancing down at satoru, you expect some sort of snarky response from him but its silent. too silent.

his breathing has slowed down significantly and his arms have gone limp around you, well as limp as they can be while still holding on.

satoru might be asleep. and with great joy, you decide to try and sneak your way out of his crushing embrace— carefully removing one arm and then the other.

slowly, you roll out of his arms and sit up in your bed.

a sense of relief washes over you, only to be destroyed the moment you feel a hand on your wrist.

"where do you think youre going?" you stiffen, slowly turning to look over your shoulder in a way only a horror movie protagonist would.

your gaze lands on satoru, in the center of your bed right where you had rolled out of his embrace, his gaze— although tired— laser focuses on you like a target.

you swallow, "to the bathroom...?" you answer, voice full of fear as you watch the cogs work in his brain to form a response. satoru looks so precious like this it almost makes you forget the atrocities hes done by imprisoning you.

"can i come with." satoru asks. youre inclined to say no but if you refuse he'll probably cuddle up to your sweaty & dizzy self again.

sighing, you nod your head and satoru grins, following after you like a 2nd shadow.

ITS 31 C SOMEONE KILL ME

[polaroidsex]

ᓚᘏ𑄝 in which you and your boyfriend are playing ‘kissing every mole on your body’ until satoru reaches the one on your pussy.

mention of eating cooch, nasty toru, slight body worshiping.

satoru traces his lips slowly along the curve of your shoulder, finding the small dark mole there and pressing a lingering kiss to it. “got one,” his breath is warm against your skin as the game continues in quiet soft playfulness.

“toru,” you giggle softly at first, fingers threading through his snowy hair while he moves lower, discovering another mole on your collarbone and lavishing it with the same tender attention, tongue flicking out lightly to taste you. “here too..” he breathes.

the room feels warm and intimate, filled only with the sound of your shared breathing and the occasional soft laugh as he hunts for each mark on your body with delighted focus.

he shifts downward, kissing a mole on the swell of your breast, then another near your ribcage, each press of his mouth growing slower and more intentional, blue eyes glancing up at you with that signature playful glint mixed with deepening hunger.

“mmh,” your body warms under his exploration, skin tingling wherever his lips land, until he reaches the soft plane of your stomach and finds one nestled just below your navel. satoru hums appreciatively, nuzzling there before continuing his journey, strong hands gently parting your thighs as he settles between them, the game leading him exactly where the next mole awaits.

his mouth brushes the delicate skin of your inner thigh first, finding a faint mole and kissing it sweetly, but his gaze drifts higher to the one placed so intimately on the soft fold of your pussy, right near the top where your clit begins to peek out.

you shiver as he leans in closer, breath ghosting over your most sensitive area, and he looks up at you with a soft, teasing smile. “found it,” he whispers, voice low and warm, before pressing his lips directly to that little mole, kissing it with the same care he gave the others yet lingering longer, tongue tracing lightly around it.

the sensation sends sparks through you as satoru kisses and licks with focused devotion, treating your pussy like the most precious part of the game, his mouth exploring every fold while paying special attention to that marked spot.

“baby— toru, fuck…” you moan quietly, hips twitching under his gentle hold as he sucks softly, blue eyes locked on yours from between your spread thighs.

he takes his time, turning the hunt you both made up into something deeply intimate and heated, tongue circling and flicking until pleasure builds in slow, rolling waves. satoru hums against you, the vibration adding to the intensity, his hands stroking your thighs soothingly as he brings you closer and closer with every dedicated kiss and lick centered around your mole.

a dream a girl has.. you guys sighhh

[beaniesayshi]

Kunaaaa, why aren't you holding my hand?

The last shrill beep from the scanner dies out, and the cashier slides the final item across, leaving a mountain of grocery bags stacked at the end of the conveyor, teetering so much that it makes you wonder if they’ll topple before you even get a hand on them. Reaching for the battered metal cart you’d been dragging through the aisles, you barely get your hand on the handle before Sukuna lets out a flat, dismissive scoff behind you.

"Leave it," he mutters, nudging you away from it.

"What do you mean leave it?" you ask, looking up at him with a slight frown. "We have to get it to the car."

“I’m not walking all the way back across the lot just to return a piece of metal,” he grumbles, already shoving his hoodie sleeves up his forearms, brooking no argument.

“Kuna, the car’s parked at the very end of the row,” you whine, casting a helpless look at the mountain of groceries, but he doesn’t so much as flinch. “Uh. Fine.”

Before your fingers can even curl around the plastic handles, a large hand sweeps in, batting yours away with a gentle but unmistakable firmness.

“Don’t touch 'em,” Sukuna rumbles, a sly, knowing smirk tugging at his mouth as he steps right into your space, his massive frame blocking out the entire grocery counter behind him.

“I can carry the light ones," you protest with a little huff, crossing your arms as you look up at him. "The bread isn't going to break my arms."

"I said I’ve got it, brat," he chuckles deeply.

To prove his point, he gathers up the handles, looping the heavy canvas bags full of milk jugs, protein shakes, and soda bottles over his forearms, stacking plastic bags up his arms until they nearly reach his elbows. The lighter bags with bread, produce, and paper towels, he scoops up with his remaining fingers, refusing to leave a single thing for you. By the time he’s finished, he’s loaded down with the entire week’s haul in one stubborn, showy display of strength, looking for all the world like a pack mule who refuses to admit defeat.

A satisfied grunt rumbles out of him as he turns toward the automatic doors, and you can’t help but laugh softly, falling into step behind him, hands completely empty. He’s forced to walk a little slower, balancing the absurd volume of bags, and watching his broad shoulders shift beneath his hoodie, you’re hit with a sudden, ridiculous rush of affection that leaves you grinning like an idiot.

The walk to the very end of the parking lot row suddenly feels far too long to be spent walking apart from him.

Matching your pace to his long stride, you slip in beside him and glance down at his hands, completely swallowed by a sea of plastic handles.

"Kunaaaa," you call out, dragging his name out in a soft, teasing whine.

He doesn't look away from the car waiting in the distance, but his head tilts slightly toward you, tracking you out of the corner of his eye. "What?"

"Why aren't you holding my hand?" you ask, pitching your voice into the most exaggerated, tragic pout you can muster.

Sukuna stops dead in his tracks, planting himself right there on the open asphalt, weighed down by the mountain of groceries you insisted on. The sigh he lets out is so exasperated and dramatic that it practically makes you roll your eyes, but when you look up, you catch the twitch at the corner of his mouth, a fond, reluctant grin threatening to break through.

He stares at you like you’re the most ridiculous creature he’s ever met, then, with exaggerated slowness, shifts his wrist under the mountain of bags and wiggles his pinky free from the mess of handles, holding it out for you to take.

"There," he mutters, voice thick with the familiar blend of fondness and utter defeat. "Take it."

A bright, triumphant giggle bubbles up from your chest as you step in close, wrapping your whole hand around his thick finger. Satisfied, you set off again, tugging him along down the parking row like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Walking like that, you catch a few elderly ladies heading for the entrance openly grinning at the two of you, while a couple by their trunk tries—and fails—to stifle a giggle at the sight. The two of you must look completely ridiculous: this hulking, broad-shouldered man with face tattoos, arms overflowing with grocery bags, being led across the asphalt by his tiny wife clinging to just one finger.

Catching the stares, Sukuna lets out a quiet, amused huff, but falls right back into step beside you, his heavy footsteps perfectly in sync with yours. His pinky stays in your hand, hooked tight around one of your fingers, not loosening for even a second as you both make your way toward the car.

"You're completely shameless, you know that?" he murmurs down at you, crimson eyes softening with fondness as he shakes his head, clearly exasperated but unable to hide how your antics get to him. “Spoiled brat.”

"You can’t be mad for that when you’re the one who made me this way,” you chirp, happiness bubbling in your voice as you lean your shoulder into the solid weight of his loaded arm, just for a heartbeat before pulling away again.

"And look what I got for it," he grumbles, but the massive grin splitting his face betrays him completely, turning the complaint into something almost proud. "A wife who makes me carry twenty bags and still demands a hand to hold."

"Oh? Makes you? You can always let go if it's too much work," you tease, intentionally loosening your grip just a fraction to test him, watching for the inevitable reaction.

Sukuna’s pinky tightens instantly around your finger, a low scoff rumbling from his chest as you both finally reach the bumper. "Like hell I am. You're stuck now, angel. Pop the trunk."

 

a/n: domestic sukuna masterlist

[fireflyschiikawa]

husband!sukuna : ragebaiting baby!yuji

to say the trip had been a smooth ride would be a complete lie.

who knew a weekend out in the mountains with your toddler would be 10x harder than you’d anticipated.

well there’s always firsts to some things.

sukuna and you had handled it better.

but baby!yuji on the other hand…not very much so.

for the past half an hour he’d been biting your ear off asking again and again ‘when will we reach home? or ‘why is home so far away?’

you’d answered patiently at first, but gods you weren’t a saint either.

rubbing your forehead, you took in a deep breath.

sukuna (who’d been watching this whole ordeal) shifts the rearview mirror to look at the spiky haired kid in the back, his son, yuji.

“hooome is so far away” he sing-songs in his deep voice clearly a tease towards yuji.

and.

yuji.

loses.

it.

“NOOOO” yuji shrieks.

you snicker behind your hand, looking at sukuna trying to hold back your laughter.

he continues, again in that same tone,

“HOOOOMMEEE is so far away~”

“MOOOM!!” yuji screams, again “tell him to stop”

now you’re full on laughing, clutching your belly for some measure of restraint.

“HOOOOME-“ this time sukuna’s completely cut off by yuji bursting into fake-dramatic tears.

you slap sukuna’s arm that’s holding the steering wheel mouthing, a soft ‘come on’ through teary eyes from laughing so much.

‘what’ he mouths back, a silly grin on his face, eyes flicking up at the mirror to look at yuji’s reaction again.

it was safe to say, that you both were enjoying this a lot.

you twist in your seat to speak to yuji, “papa’s gonna keep singing that, if you keep complaining yu”

baby!yuji just huffs in response, crossing his arms with a huge pout on his face.

you turn back around, “you can’t rage bait your son like that” you joke at your husband.

“gotta teach em’ young” sukuna shrugs continuing to drive on, with a surprisingly compliant yuji in the back.

firefly; i was cracking myself up just writing this, sukuna probably:

more like this

[f-tality0]

Bad posture Yuji

[fireflyschiikawa]

JJK MEN: you accuse them of giving you various medical illnesses

cw: medical terminology, reader lowk ooc

includes: gojo, geto, choso, toji & sukuna

firefly; why is this lowk clearing up some common medical misconceptions rep?

[arminslovurrr]

kento “i take foreplay very, very seriously” nanami

who lies you on your shared bed, so gently as if you might break under the slightest amount pressure. peppering your face in kisses with his soft blush colored lips, taking his time as he kissed his favorite features on your body.

pressing his lips to your forehead, down to your eyelids, traveling to you cheeks, the corner of mouth which makes you chase his lips, but you’re too late as he’s already moved onto your jawline. making his way down your neck, he bares his pearly whites and nips at the spot that makes you weak, you could feel him smirk against your neck when yourbreath hitched. “easy, my love” he whispered.

he teases you, slowly sliding the flimsy spaghetti straps off of your shoulders as he presses kisses to your collarbones. he pulls your tank down, revealing your soft and supple breast. his right hand kneads the soft skin as his mouth hovers over the vacant one. his lips soon travel all the way down to your stomach, then they make their way to your inner thighs. you welcome him, you always do. your legs immediately outstretching when you felt his lips meet your pelvic bone. he finally lifts his head and his eyes find yours. from this angle he looks absolutely gone, his pupils blown wide with pure admiration and need, and a lazy smile graces his usual stoic face. a smile that feels solely for your eyes so witness.

he hikes your legs up, and adjusts them over his broad shoulders. his eyes hold your gaze as he lays open mouth kisses among your inner thighs, subtly teasing you as he gets close to but never right where you need him. his mouth would hover over your panties, you could feel his breath as he licked over your panties, starting from the dark spot that covered your hole to your clothed clit, before suctioning his lips around your panty covered clit and sucking just enough to elicit his favorite sounds from you. “kennghh- stop teasin’ me…” your whines muffled as you covered your face in embarrassment.

he’d chuckle, climbing back up to you. your legs now on either side of him as he sits in between your legs. taking your hands away from your face. “awh, baby..” he coos, pressing sweet pecks to the round apples of your cheeks, his rough large hand cradling your face as he gazes at you with eyes full of adoration. “why would i stop when the reactions you give me are this cute?” he pecks your soft lips. he’s hands leave your face as he palms himself through his grey boxer briefs, he grabs your chin making you look down at his bulge and the wet patch that was growing over his crotch. “see what do you to me, sweet thing?” he mutters out, as he takes himself out of his briefs. his hand travels from his base to his thick base to his plump pink tip that was spewing precum. he strokes himself repeatedly before he stands on his knees, his hands gripping your waist and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

his hand wraps around his base as he guides it over your slick soaked panties, his pink tip rubbing against the print of you slick folds. his eyes trained on your face, he savors every brow furrow and lip bite you bestow to him. the relief you feel when he uses his pointer finger to pull your panties to the side is indescribable, the cold air brushing past your slick folds making you shiver. with his hand already wrapped around his base, he slaps his thick tip on your folds, his tip occasionally catching on your puffy clit that peaks from in between ur foods with interest, a sticky plap!plap!plap! sound filling the room as your essence mixes with his. reveling in the surprised face you make.

reveling in the surprised face you make. “what are you making that face for, my love?” he messily swipes the tip along your sticky folds, smiling down at you so, so sweetly. “you should know our routine by now.” he leans down to kiss ur agape lips. your hips squirm with impatience, “kentooo.. pleaaasuhhhh…”your whines ringing through his ears. you reach your own hand down and try to get ahold of his dick. he slaps your hand away, “ah, ah, ah..” he tuts with faux disappointment, “a gentleman takes his time with the person he loves…” he once again slaps his tip against ur folds, making you gasp and whine even more than you already were

he smiles before finally pushing his plump pink tip inside, eliciting a soft gasp that turns into a low, satisfied moan, “a gentleman knocks before he enters, you know this, my baby..”

a/n: sorry this was not proofread, sorry i’ve been gone so long, sorry im such a deadbeat, sorry i suck at writing, sorry everyone hates me, sorry my brain is too powerful, IM SORRY OKAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway, i wanted to put this out on his bday but mama had serious writers block lolol, how are we feeling guys??

© arminslovurr 2023-26 , do not copy, translate, make ai chat bots or alter my work in any way.

[tojisbunni]

SO HIGH — TOJI FUSHIGURO

“You got me so high, takin’ deep, deep breaths”

content. mdni. | frat!toji + shy reader, protective toji, …..

written for @lessplastic445 <3

the semester had barely started and you had promised yourself and your roommates one thing. you were going to step out of your comfort zone and try new things. which is how you ended up forced to attend a frat party by your girl friends and were now hyping yourself up to approach toji fushiguro.

your friends had gone to the dance floor, already intoxicated by copious amounts of alcohol. that left you to stand alone at the drinks table, trying to appear casual. the tiny black dress your roommates had convinced you to wear was starting to feel like a mistake with how tight it was. it felt tighter as you took a deep breath in attempt to build courage.

it wasn’t toji you wanted exactly but the joint he held between thick fingers was what was really drawing your attention. getting high would definitely pass the mark on trying new things and atleast your roommates would be proud.

you tugged your dress a little lower on your legs, though it made no difference, clinging to your upper thighs. with a sigh and a little more self-peptalk, you approached him.

he was sitting on one of the larger couches, legs spread and his signature cocky grin resting on his face as he talked to others nearby. eventually, you were standing in front of him and nervously fidgeting with a piece of your hair.

“hi toji..” you said slowly, meeting his eyes for a second before shyly looking away.

he raised an eyebrow, meeting your eyes as his grin morphed into something that was closer to a smirk. his already reddened eyes glinted with curiosity as he trailed his gaze down your figure.

the two of you had classes here and there but only talked when forced to like in group projects. he was the type to come in hungover and ask you, the sweet academically attuned girl to catch him up.

“mm.. hey sweetheart, what’s up?” he asked casually, eyes still nowhere near your face as he took in your outfit.

you straightened a little and tried to match his casual demeanor, the embarrassed pink of your cheeks not helping.

“could I take a few hits..?” you asked, watching as he brought the joint to his lips to take a hit himself before blowing it out slowly.

he cocked his head to the side, a lopsided grin taking over his face.“oh? goody two shoes tryna rebel?” he teased, causing your face to flush a bit deeper and look away momentarily.

he chuckled lowly and patted the open spot next to him on the couch. you looked over and hesitated a moment, feeling unsure about the whole thing now.

you forced those thoughts away and slowly sat down beside him, your guys’ thighs brushing against each other. you scooted away a tiny bit, holding your hands in your lap. the couch shifted as he leaned further back and spread his arm out across the back of the couch behind you.

the smell of weed mixed with the masculine scent of his cologne made the atmosphere feel a little more intense. he held the joint out towards you, a faint grin still on his face.

“know what you’re doing or need some help?” he asked although the answer was obvious.

you shifted in your seat nervously before quietly answering, “need some help.”

he nodded and leaned over closer, carefully bringing the joint towards your lips.

“you don’t wanna get too much smoke in at first so start slow.”

you nodded but your nerves had drowned him out a little. you looked up through dark lashes as you tilted your head closer and slowly wrapped your lips around the joint.

his gaze darkened as he watched you, grin fading. your cheeks hollowed slightly as you got a bit more comfortable, inhaling a larger amount.

“mm good job.. doing so well.” he murmured lowly.

your eyes widened a little and you choked slightly at the praise, pulling off the joint to exhale. you breathed out too quickly and began coughing, eyes turning red and watery.

his dark gaze was fixated on you as he took in the scene, mind trailing off to much dirtier things with similar reactions. he moved a hand down to give your back a few slow soothing rubs.

“‘s okay, happens sometimes. now you know what not to do.” he teased with a cheeky smile and glanced away to take a hit, trying to blink away the dark hunger in his eyes.

your hands shook a bit as your coughing finally came to a stop. you peeked up at him, trying to be subtle as you took in his appearance. his muscles flexed under his black shirt as he shifted. the hard line of his jaw sharpened with the way his head was slightly tilted away.

suddenly he looked back at you and met your eyes, lips lifting into that familiar smirk.

“checkin’ out your teacher?” he asked, getting off on the way your cheeks immediately flushed. you shook your head quickly and avoided his gaze now, face burning.

he let out a low laugh and rested his hand on your lower back after slowing his rubs. “such a shy little doll, aren’t ya?” he murmured, his tone teasing.

you met his eyes after taking a breath of courage. “can I get another hit?” you asked softly, ignoring his question and the heat it had sparked in the pit of your stomach.

he nodded and brought the joint back to your lips, gaze glued to the movement of your mouth. you inhaled and pulled away to exhale, going much slower this time. there was a slight burn in your throat but not enough to spur another coughing fit.

he watched with an amused smile, tilting his head to the side. “feel okay?” he asked, his tone a little more gentle than before. you nodded and felt your cheeks heat, lowering your gaze elsewhere.

a while later, the high had finally invaded your senses. toji who was also high was still seated beside you as he watched you curiously. the effects of the weed didn’t seem to effect him the same amount meanwhile you felt much more relaxed and light, the anxieties from earlier melted away.

a guy who you’d made eye contact with a couple of times across the room walked up to you, a confident smirk on his face.

“hey pretty girl.” he said, eyes lingering on the small amount of cleavage your dress allowed.

you felt toji’s hand press harder on your lower back. he assessed the guy with narrowed eyes and an unimpressed look. meanwhile you smiled brightly at the guy, perking up a little when he asked, “wanna dance with me?”

you nodded and began to stand, the sudden movement causing you to grow dizzy and stumble a tiny bit. the guy’s smirk only widened at your intoxicated state. you giggled a little and covered your mouth. “oops sorry, I’d love to—“

you were cut off by toji who had stood up with you, arm protectively sliding around your waist to pull you into his side. he shot the guy a cold glare, unimpressed by his whole approach. “you can fuck off and go find someone sober.”

the guy opened his mouth to say something but shut it just as quick as he took in how toji was nearly twice as large as him. the scary look on his face probably helped too. you melted into toji’s warmth and touch, peeking up at him with a pout.

“heyy, I was gonna dance.” you mumbled. your shyness which had mostly disappeared came over you again as you stared at him.

your lips parted a little as you felt your body heat all over just by the way he stared down at you. reddened eyes that scared you just as much as they seemed to turn you on made your face flush. toji looked down at you with an amused look and shook his head.

he carefully began walking you towards the rooms, thick arm tightening around you. “let’s get you someplace quiet to take a break.” he said, giving cold looks to anyone who so much as looked your direction.

the loud music grew muffled as toji led you into an empty room, shutting the door after entering. he let go of you briefly which caused you to stumble slightly again.

“need me to help with everything, huh?” he joked with a little grin, easily scooping you up into his arms bridal style before walking to the bed. he laid you down carefully and met your eyes, beginning to pull back.

you reached out to stop him, your fingers barely able to wrap around his veiny forearm. you swallowed quietly and looked away, cheeks pink from your own boldness.

“you should.. stay by me.” you mumbled quietly, feeling his arm tense.

he cocked his head to the side as he watched you darkly. “mm, can’t tell if you really mean it sweetheart. look at me and try again.” he said lowly.

you gulped quietly and lightly dug your nails into his arm, meeting his eyes nervously. your own matched the darkness and redness of his.

“you should stay by me.. please.” you rushed out in a quiet whisper.

his usual playfulness was gone from his expression, replaced by something much darker as his eyes glazed over with desire. he ran his tongue along his lower lip, wetting it slightly.

“shouldn’t.. it’s a bad idea.” he muttered, his voice dropping lower.

you looked up at him with a pout, eyes half-lidded with need. “no.. we both smoked.” you whispered and slowly sat up, shifting closer. your cheeks were still tinged with pink and your heart was racing.

“please..? your touch feels good right now.” you murmured shyly, trailing your gaze down him and noticing how his pants had tightened around his bulge.

he clenched his jaw and grabbed your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the bed. “yeah baby? what do you want?” he whispered, tracing lazy circles on your inner thighs with his thumbs.

you shivered and flushed deeper, watching his hands. “just.. keep touching me.” you breathed out shakily, parting your legs more.

the feeling of his warm rough hands on your skin combined with the high taking over your senses was almost euphoric.

he bit the inside of his cheek hard as he tried to hold himself back. his fingers worked to tug your dress up, showing off your panties for him. he trailed his fingers closer to the pulsing heat between your legs, letting out a low chuckle as he noticed a wet spot on your panties.

“how long you been wet for me sweet girl?” he teased, brushing his fingers against the spot. you shuddered and bit your lip to be quiet, embarrassed and turned on all at once.

he stepped closer so your knees were against him, tugging your panties to the side. he took a sharp breath as he admired you, running the tips of his fingers along your wet slit.

you made a quiet noise at the contact and stared hard at his fingers. “toji.. more”

he looked up at your face, “what was that? need you to speak up sweetheart.” he drawled, tone slightly mocking.

the heat in your stomach spread all over at his words. “need more toji.” you said a little louder, voice shaky.

he smirked with satisfaction, parting your wet lips. “good girl. you listen so well.” he praised softly, leaning in closer.

he gave you gentle distracting kisses on your lips before stuffing his finger deep inside your cunt. you whimpered in surprise against his lips, shutting your eyes quickly as you rocked against his finger. he slid it in and out, lowering his head to kiss your jaw and neck.

he quickly added a second finger and forced them deeper inside, pumping in and out. his thumb found your swollen clit and circled around it with just the right amount of pressure. you leaned closer to drop your head onto his shoulder, crying out his name softly.

“good girl, focus on how good you feel, nothing else.” he rasped, bringing his other hand up to cup the back of your head to him.

quiet squelching noises filled the room alongside your soft moans as he quickened the pace of his fingers, curling them each time to force more needy noises out of you.

you clenched around him, hips shifting desperately towards him. “more..” you whispered breathlessly.

he slowed his fingers, fucking them into you slower and deeper. “ask nicely for me baby.”

you relented quickly and tried to meet his fingers. “more please, toji.”

he hummed lowly with satisfaction, rubbing your clit faster. “such a good sweet girl, letting me ruin you in all types of ways.” he whispered appreciatively against your hair.

you cried out loudly as he stretched you open by adding his third finger. your thighs beginning to shake as your body and face flushed impossibly, grinding against his fingers needily. he watched you with an intense gaze as he curved his fingers into your sweet spot.

“look at me when you ask to come, baby.” he murmured lowly, pumping his fingers in and out quicker.

you shook your head, heat flashing throughout your body as you met his fingers. you kept your head on his shoulder, too focused on the pleasure to move.

”toji let me come..” you whispered shakily. he smirked at how needy you were and pulled his fingers out nearly all the way. you whined at the loss and tried to shift closer.

“ask properly, my needy girl.” he demanded gently. you lifted your head slowly to meet his eyes, your own half-lidded with lust and desire.

“please can I come?” you breathed out unsteadily, immediately being rewarded with his fingers being shoved into you again.

you moaned his name desperately as he fucked you through your orgasm, hips bucking uncontrollably. he murmured praises and compliments as you made a mess on his fingers, coating them with your sticky arousal.

“oh fuck..” you whispered, trembling as you watched him withdraw his fingers. the emptiness almost hurt as your drenched cunt clenched around nothing.

he stared into your eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips, sliding his tongue along them to taste you.

your dark stare drifted to his bulge that had gotten harder, lips parting. “I can help you..”

he shook his head as that lazy grin took over his face again. “next time. you enjoy your break, I’ll be outside.” he told you while carefully fixing your panties and dress before heading out— leaving you to sit in the after effects of what had just happened.

tags :3 // @amorous-one @m3owr3ow @yunaa-rin

a/n : eek, i hope this meets expectations!! i had so many diff ideas for this so it was kinda hard lol :0 (also not rlly proofread again)

[slllieeepyy]

suguru practically strangles you when the two of you are sleeping

you’re in bed with your boyfriend, your face buried in his bare chest. his strong arms were wrapped tight around you, his frame curled around yours.

he just loves how small and warm you are, and the feeling of your breath falling in little wisps against his skin.

“baby. c’mere.” he whispered sleepily, pulling you impossibly closer against his chest.

“m’literally as close to you as possible, sugu.” you mutter in response, squirming a little in his grasp, attempting to get comfortable while your furnace of a boyfriend is wrapped around you.

not to mention, it’s already swelteringly hot in your apartment, and your big muscly boyfriend’s vice grip around you is not helping.

he lets out a quiet chuckle against your hair as you attempt to escape.

“suguruuu,” you whine, opting to try to pry his arms from around you instead. “you’re actually burning me.”

“oh, so you don’t like cuddling with me now?”

“it’s not that, baby. i just enjoy my mobility.”

he loosens his hold by a fraction. “that better for you, sweetheart?” he asks, voice low and sleepy and entirely serious.

you just sigh, giving into the fact that you’ll never be able to win against him, but you know that you’re right where you want to be.

||a/n: come here suguru…

- vie 💤

[rengoatku]

Choso’s baby girl gets her ears pierced ⊹˚. ♡ ꒰ ib @torubeetle ꒱

Choso doesn't know how he ended up here, being forced to watch his precious daughter be stabbed not once but twice!

Okay, maybe he was overreacting; she was just getting her lobes pierced, but still! His sweet daughter was going to feel pain, and she wanted it!

“Sweetheart, are you sure?” He asked, eyes darting between his daughter and you — his wife. The very wife who talked him into coming and witnessing the ‘rite of passage’ for your daughter. Choso thought you just wanted to torture him.

Your daughter beamed, practically vibrating in excitement. “Yeah, I even picked out these cute earrings, look!” She had been begging to get her ears pierced for months now, who were you to say no to such a cute face?

“Choso,” you intertwined your hand with your husband's own clammy one, “She’ll be fine. For God's sake, the girl is nine,” you mused, nudging him with your hip lightly. He sighed, eyes already glassy, “It’s going to hurt her…” he whispered, watching as they prepared the piercing gun. His voice wavered, “She doesn't even want to hold my hand…”

You pressed your lips to his cheek, reassuring him that she was growing up and maybe she wanted to be a “big girl.”

Suddenly, he knelt in front of her chair, gently taking her hands into his own, larger ones. “If you change your mind, tell me. I'll get you out of here whenever you need to,” his voice was softer now, almost frightened. Your daughter only giggled, waving him off with a smile.

A tiny click echoed the studio, then another.

Choso flinched, watching in complete agony as your daughter's eyes watered. Every decision that led him to this moment flashed before his eyes; he should've pushed back on this now his baby is hurt and —

“Dad! Look how cute it is!”

She practically leapt up from the chair, rushing over to show off the new silver studs that sat in her lobes. Choso stared for a long moment before releasing a breath he didn't even know he’d been holding.

“You're still my baby…”

You rolled your eyes, “Cho, she's nine.”

He gently brushed a stray hair behind her newly pierced ear, careful not to touch the fresh wound.

“She’ll always be my baby.”

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[aeonmnei]

— “do i really need to be shirtless for this?” hajime asks gruffly, sitting neatly on your dorm floor as you write on a piece of tape, godzilla t-shirt tossed unceremoniously on your bed. 

your anatomy exam is coming up, and you’ve been studying like your career depends on it (spoiler alert: it does), but you’ve been going batshit crazy just staring at your notes. so what better way to get off the books than to hang out with your boyfriend? 

“yes,” you reply, placing ‘pectoralis major’ on his chest. “it wouldn’t work the same if you had a shirt on. active recall, visual learning, and such.” “right,” he mutters, brow furrowed as he watches you. “so…?” “so, flex your deltoid,” you demand. “c’mon, haji. this is important.” he flexes his shoulder obediently, looking away as you stick another label on his body. 

you’re kind of surprised hajime agreed to this in the first place; though honestly, you really didn’t give him much of an explanation, simply texting him, “come to my dorm @ 10pm,” with no further instructions. you laughed when he called at 9:42 saying he was at the building, having to hold it in as you led your bright-eyed boyfriend into your room.

“you will be to blame if i don’t pass this,” you tell him, revelling in the slight twitch of his body as you slide a finger over his skin to pat down the adhesive. “right. can’t have that,” he says under his breath. you snicker. despite his reluctance, he’s not angry. maybe just disappointed. you’re not worried, though. he’d get what he came for soon enough.

sneaking a glance at him, you quickly scribble ‘teres minor’ on another scrap of tape. hajime’s ears are bright red, but his bottom lip is pursed up and his jaw is tight. tell-tale signs of his enjoyment. 

“i know you’re a little embarrassed, but i need you to lift your arm up for me,” you tell him sweetly, tape hanging from your fingertips. hajime lets out a flustered grumble in reply, dim light highlighting hard planes of muscle as he accedes. 

“it’s kind of itchy,” he says, after a moment. “well, it’s tape,” you answer matter-of-factly, pasting ‘frontalis’ on his forehead, then look at him doubtfully. “also, you need to stop scowling. you look cute when you’re not scowling.” “‘m not scowling,” hajime says under his breath, but his eyebrows relax immediately. you bite the inside of your cheek. cute.

another couple minutes pass by as you continue to stick labels on him, humming a tune while you treat your poor boyfriend like a whiteboard. 

“...how long will this take?” hajime asks, stiffly, two pieces of tape hanging off the hollows of his cheekbones. you stretch out, making a big show of checking the clock on the wall. it’s almost midnight. “i’m basically done,” you reply. “i’m not going over the accessory muscles.” 

hajime tilts his head, narrowing his eyes knowingly at you. “yeah, just wanna know, so i’m not peeling gemellus inferior out of my butt tomorrow,” he remarks wryly. you mirror his expression, enthused. “hah. i forgot you know this already.” 

hajime pinches your inner thigh playfully. it doesn’t hurt—he could never hurt you—but you yelp anyway, more tickled than anything. “hey, i’m pretty smart, you know,” he reminds you, smoothing over the subtle sting with a callused thumb. 

you scoot over towards him, running your hand down the label reading ‘rectus femoris.’ “i know you’re pretty smart,” you say, gaze locked on his, “otherwise i wouldn’t allow you to be sitting shirtless on my floor.” you pull, and the screech of tape being taken off skin is the only sound in the room for a second.

the sudden dilation of his pupils makes you laugh through your nose. “oh, that’s all,” hajime says lightly, body hot under your touch. “because i’m smart.” “and muscular,” you add, leaning over him as he sits back on his forearms, watching you intently. “mm, that’s part of it?” he asks, voice just breathless enough to make your stomach tighten.

“yeah,” you murmur, hooking a fingernail under ‘external oblique.’ your eyes drop to his bare chest, then drag back up to his face as you smile. “do you take a makeout session as gratuity for your model work?” 

hajime swallows, his jaw fluttering. a blush blooms over his cheeks and he rolls his eyes. “that’s what i thought you called me here for,”  he mumbles, warm hand coming up to rest on the curve of your lower back as you giggle. “c’mere.”

he peppers your face with soft kisses, leaving wet marks. your laughter fills the small room when you feel something sticky on your cheek. 

“haji, i can’t take you serious with that stuff on your face!” “take it off, then!”

hello. folks. birfday post 4 me and him cuz we junebugs like dat

[leonkennedihhhh]

Was so depressed yesterday night but then I Woke up with a smile on my face after I had a dream where I was toji's wife and i got to rub my face on his big ole titties😆😆😆😆😆😆😆 maybe life aint so bad 😆😆😆🥰

[iheartduckie]

WHY IS OUR MANAGER IN THE CLOSET WITH OUR TRAINER?

iwaizumi hajime x reader; where you ask your coworker “what are we?” mid-makeout session

excitement rushes through your body as you hear the familiar click! of the lock behind you, while strong arms feel you up and pull you close.

“i missed you, you know that, right?” iwaizumi tells you, as he starts trailing down your neck. “why have you been avoiding me all day?”

“avoiding you?” you ask with a smile, leaning your head a bit to the side to give him more room to kiss the particular spot you like. “we’re at work, hajime.” your job requires notetaking, bringing water bottles, coordinating players’ schedules, etc… while his requires training, physical therapy appointments, and individualized meetings with players. other than both jobs relating to the team, there wasn’t that much intersect that justified meeting in the storage closet this often.

“so?” he hums, breath catching in your throat while he trails his fingers beneath your work blouse. “doesn’t stop this from happening.”

something about that comment snaps you out of the pleasure you’re feeling, facing consiousness of where you are and what was going on instead. iwaizumi pauses, feeling you suddenly tense beneath him. “did i do something wrong?” he asks.

“hajime… what are we? i mean what are we even doing? we’ve been acting like high schoolers that don’t want to get caught.” you ask, letting his hand cup your face as his eyes meet yours.

the trainer stares at you for a moment, before a quick inhale. “we can be whatever you want us to be, yn.” he gives you a gentle kiss on the head. “we can be just coworkers, friends, or even more than friends, if you’d like.” despite the little light in the storage closet, you could feel his blush radiating off of hiim.

“how about we talk about it over dinner?” you question, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck.

“are you free tonight?” iwaizumi asks with a hint of hope, thumb stroking your face as he anticipates your response.

“hmmm, i’ll think about it,” you tease. laughing as he nipped at your neck. “i think -“

“BOKUTO, GET THE KEYS! THE DOOR IS LOCKED.” atsumu yells from outside.

you both freeze, with iwaizumi whipping his hand around to check the time on his watch. 7:00pm. the team had officially ended their practice and had to put away their things. “oh my god,” you whisper, mortified at the thought of being caught like this.

“don’t worry, i got this,” he assures, before quickly catching your lips with his own.

————

“AND THEN, i saw yn sneak out of the closet while iwaizumi was distracting me with something. she didn’t even look me in the eyes.” atsumu tells the group. “THE DOOR WAS LOCKED BEFOREHAND?”

you cover your head with your hands in embarrassment, while iwaizumi puts an arm around you. turns out, you both forgot about the scheduled drinks bokuto and atsumu insisted on having at the end of each month. you could only yelp in surprise as iwaizumi playfully pinches your side, before whispering in your ear, “good thing we didn’t get too carried away this time.”

im sorry guys im rusty. please forgive me. and PLEASE overlook my grammatical errors in my past works. reposts appreciated ;P

© iheartduckie — do NOT copy, repost, or translate without my permission. do NOT use/feed my works to AI.

[pushinpieta]

Osamu x freader smut (NSFW)

Sum: Osamu is railing your guts when you suddenly hear a sound…then you come face to face with a surprise guest…who could it possibly be?? Gasp…ATSUMU!!! Wc: 1.1k

A/n: this is my mbappe special. Okay?

Warning: pet names, p in v, creampie, unprotected sex, biting, getting heard having sex, swearing, pet names

“Look at ya, baby, yer such a fuckin’ mess for me, aren’t ya?” Osamu panted, pushing your knees to your chest as he pounded into your dripping wet cunt.

You couldn’t respond, mouth plugged by his fingers shoved into the back of your throat while you gagged and drooled all over them. He just watched, sweat dripping from his forehead, gathering on his raised brows as he fucked you through it.

He came back from work frustrated after a long day. Shoulder slouching in his tight, black, full sleeve shirt that always hugged so deliciously around his biceps. Broad shoulder expanding and strong. His hair was nappy from sitting under his work cap all day as he stroked it with a heavy, frustrated sigh. You offered him a massage, innocent, sweet. Hoping it would help relieve the tension built up in his muscles but that never went straight.

So, here you were: getting used and gutted like a toy by your husband.

“Cmon, girl, say somethin’” he chuckled, pinching your clit to earn that loud squeal from you that got him off even more.

“Mmmfffgggg—“ you gagged, gripping his wrist for mercy.

Osamu only picked his pace up, cock curving into all the spots that begged for him, filling you up in a way that you couldn’t move without moving his cock that was inside you. The bed frame shook with that loud squeak that would make anyone flinch with concern.

Your shared bedroom smelled thick, heavy with your scent and his mingling together into something addictive and dizzying, making you both lose your sense. The world blocked out in your shared state of intensity and lust. He took you like he’d been holding back for centuries, slamming into your stretched out hole with zero mercy.

“Samu— please— no more!” You mewled, spit trailing from your mouth as he pulled his fingers out to card them into your hair instead.

“Take it.” He ordered through gritted teeth, fingers yanking your head back, giving him access to the length of your neck.

He lightly bit down on it, suckling on the flesh with a moan. A sound similar to one whose thirst was quenched. You whimpered, feeling both his hands find your hips as he picked up his speed, his eyes boring into yours— demanding you look back at him.

“Look at me.” He smushed your cheeks lightly, “Don’t even think about taking yer eyes off me when you cum, Kay?”

“Mhmm—“ you nodded frantically, feeling your body stuttering and your toes curling.

Jaws falling slack, you cum breathlessly around him, milking him. He groaned, nodding with approval, eyes glued to yours with hunger and adoration all at once. Your moans grew louder, traveling through the cracks of the bedroom door and the opened window.

“That’s it, honey, squeeze this cock just like that, mhmmm.” He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours.

Your arms slung around his shoulders, wrapping him into a hug as he kissed you through his orgasm. Filling you up with his hot load. It was a lot, heavy and unrestrained.

“So much…” you whimpered, feeling your stomach full with his seed.

“Fuck, yer so sexy,” he chuckled slowly starting to pull out from your bullied little pussy.

But a sound— a clatter caused you to snap your head towards your bedroom door with your eyes wide open.

“Samu, did you hear that?” You ask, gripping his arm while he stayed panting on top of you, still taking his time to pull out.

“Huh? What sound?” He asked, going quiet to hear what you heard.

Then another clank. Osamu froze, turning to you with a paranoid look. For a moment, you stared at each other, hearts still beating from your little deed earlier. Then he slowly got off of you, placing a finger to his mouth to quiet you.

“Are we gettin’ robbed?” He whispered, shoving his boxers on with speed.

“Well, it sounds like it.” You whispered back, feeling fear replace the remaining pleasure in your core, “did you forget to lock the door when you came in?”

“Course’ not, I always lock the door…” he quietly slid open the drawer of your nightstand, searching for a weapon.

Choosing an empty bottle of lotion from months ago.

“That is the worst choice of weapon ever.” You scolded quietly, shaking your head, “I knew we should’ve slept with knives under our pillows!”

“Yer insane,” he argued back, “I’ll go check, you stay here, alright?”

You perched up, shaking your head “What? No. I’m coming with you!”

“No, stay here.” He instructed, tip-toeing towards the door.

“Samu. I’m coming.” You said, fighting your way out of the bedsheets.

“Well, put some clothes on. Here,” he said, tossing you your oversized tshirt.

You quickly threw it on, adjusting yourself. From the night stand, you grabbed a charger as a weapon, motioning for Osamu to open the door. Of course it made that irritating creak that would give away your movements.

Both of you moved like special forces, swiftly moving down the hallway towards the kitchen where the sounds came from. Then, Osamu took the leap, turning the lights on with a loud: show yerself, fucker! all heroically. It wasn’t the moment to laugh but you almost snorted regardless of the situation.

You lassoed the charger, charging at the perpetrator, earning a loud yelp.

“Calm down, you idiots, it’s me!” An annoyingly familiar voice shouted into the tense air.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Atsumu?!” You screamed, placing a hand to your pounding heart in relief and concern all at once.

“Tsumu? How the hell’d ya get in here?” Osamu dropped the empty lotion bottle with a sigh.

“Well, the heating stopped workin’ at my apartment and I was freezin’ like a lamb so I came here!” He explained, “Remember when you told me the passcode into yer house was y/n’s birthday? That’s how I got in.”

“Oh…,” you rubbed your temple, baffled by the whole thing, “you should’ve called us, dimwit. It’s like, what? 1 am!”

“Sorry…didn’t wanna call ya at this hour…” Atsumu scratched the back of his head apologetically with a sheepish grin on his face.

Your heart dropped at his expression with embarrassment. Did he…did he hear you and Osamu?

“Atsumu…” you started, “when did you get here?”

“Err…” he chuckled, “bout an hour ago.”

“Fucker.” Osamu scoffed, punching Atsumu on his arms.

“I’m going to bed.” You announced, face dropping with mortification as blood rushed to your face and ears.

Praying that the earth would split open and suck you in right then and there.

“I’m sorry! Didn’t wanna interrupt ya!” Atsumu threw his hands in the air.

“Oh, fuck off.” Osamu rolled his eyes, following behind you.

Because you were the best sister-in-law ever, you added: “Make sure to wash up and sleep in the guest room.”

“Alright!” Atsumu saluted, waving you both goodnight with a shit-eating smirk on his face.

[crunchypizabread]

husband!Sukuna is the type to wrap himself around you and big spoon you so tightly at night, that you wake up drenched in sweat, with tingling of pins and needles in your legs compressed between his, and his soft breaths tickling your neck.

husband!Sukuna is the type to actually wake up at 6 am just to feed your clumsy little cat, who somehow prefers him over you (she thinks Sukuna is her big biological cat mother).

husband!Sukuna is the type to pretend to be full when you’re eyeing his food at the restaurant, just to hunt down the fridge later at 3 am and finish all your meal prep for the week. 

husband!Sukuna is the type to pick you up by the waist in a large crowd and hold you that way for a few moments, just so you can see what’s happening in the front. 

husband!Sukuna is the type to pretend he’s getting annoyed by you tracing his tattoos, but he secretly loves it so much that he finds excuses to want a ‘massage’ just to have your hands on him after a long day at work.

husband!Sukuna is the type to flick your forehead when you’re disturbing his sleep, just to plant a peck on the spot right after you glare at him.

husband!Sukuna is the type to bring home a random assortment of Lush bath bombs ‘for you’, just to find an excuse to use the extra ones himself.

husband!Sukuna is the type to stare at your face, looking up like a little puppy for the entire hour you’re helping him touch up his roots because he loves getting pampered.

husband!Sukuna is the type who walks around at home wearing only boxers, to the point that the neighbour from the opposite building never opens their curtains anymore.

husband!Sukuna is the type to trigger your anger because he knows your weak spots and loves it when you get mad at him (it turns him on)

husband!Sukuna is the type to keep damaging too many locks and door handles around the house because he accidentally uses too much force to open them to impatiently get to you.

husband!Sukuna is the type to try a new recipe he learned and force feed it to you, even if it has terrible seasoning ratios, because he wants your honest feedback (he just wants you to not skip meals)

husband!Sukuna is the type to not want kids, but secretly wants to see your pregnant belly someday after seeing you handle his annoying niece surprisingly well.

husband!Sukuna is the type to lounge around you between his sets at the gym, waiting to slap any creepy man who looks at his wife with bad intentions.

husband!Sukuna is the type to secretly memorize the name of the setting powder you ran out of, just to cluelessly stand in Sephora while the staff insists on helping him (he wants to tell you he found it himself later)

husband!Sukuna is the type to carry you bridal style to your room while you’re passed out from fever medications and stroke your hair with his big hands, accidentally knotting a few strands. 

husband!Sukuna is the type to end the evening by laying his big head on your belly, mumbling in his sleep, because he says he loves the warmth but he secretly just loves getting babied by you.

a/n: not proofread!

+1 i unhealthily yearn for a yearner like soft sukuna plssssss lordddddd 😩

[belladonnasky]

Prohero!Bakugo was a man of routine.

His body woke before the alarm ever had the chance to ring.

Years of discipline had made it instinct—eyes opening with the first wash of dawn, muscles already preparing for the morning workout he'd repeated countless times.

Except today, he couldn't move.

Not with you draped over him.

The room was quiet, washed in pale gold as sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains. It softened everything it touched—including him.

"Mmph... stop moving, Kii..." you mumbled, burrowing deeper against him.

Somehow, every morning, you ended up tucked right over his heart.

"I've gotta get up."

Your only response was a sleepy sound of protest before your arms tightened around his waist.

Crimson eyes rolled toward the ceiling.

"...You're unbelievable."

Instead of peeling you off like he probably should have, his rough palms settled on your hips.

Big. Warm. Familiar.

His thumbs traced lazy circles through the fabric of your sleep shirt on instinct. "…Makin' it hard t'leave, baby"

You sighed content, tucking your face beneath his chin, the scent of burnt caramel and something distinctively him evading your senses.

"There you go," you mumbled. "Much better."

A breath that was suspiciously closer to a laugh escaped him.

"Brat." "Mm."

"You ain't even awake."

You cracked an eye open and nearly forgot how to breathe.

His hair was an absolute mess, blond spikes flattened in odd places from sleep, refusing to hold their usual sharp shape. Crimson irises blinked open slowly, still hazy around the edges, lashes heavier than they'd ever be once he was fully awake. There wasn't an ounce of tension in his jaw yet, no familiar scowl etched between his brows.

Like this, he looked... younger.

Less like the Pro Hero the world knew.

You wanted to keep this version for a little longer, a secret between you and the morning light.

"Fifteen minutes?" you offered.

Bakugo glanced toward the digital clock glowing on the nightstand. Every second ticked his carefully planned schedule further off course.

Normally, that would've irritated him.

Instead, he looked back down at you.

Your hair was splayed across his shoulder, your breathing slow and even, lips slightly parted as sleep tugged you under again.

"...Tch."

His expression softened in that tiny, almost imperceptible way only you ever caught.

He leaned down, pressing a lazy kiss to your closed eyelid.

"Fifteen."

Another kiss found your temple.

"Not a second more."

You smiled into his chest, "Knew you'd cave."

"Don't get used t'it."

You both knew that was a lie.

Prohero!Bakugo was a man of routine.

He trained before sunrise.

He never missed his schedule.

He hated wasting time.

But every morning, without fail, he let himself fall fifteen minutes behind.

Just for his favourite girl.

And if anyone asked, he'd deny it until the day he died.