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(to the tune of mary had a little lamb): mary had a little lamb
HAPPY JUNELEB AND PRIDE MONTH!!!! heres femleb SLURP
missing the high marshal hour. who's with me
Just a doodle
sucking toji off because he made you jealous (˶Ėā¤Ė˶)
the job takes exactly eight minutes longer than it should.
you know this because you've been counting. back pressed against the passenger seat of his black sedan, arms crossed tight over your chest as you watch him lean against the chain-link fence outside that rundown warehouse. he's got that grin on his faceāthe one that says he's enjoying himself way too much for someone who's supposed to be gathering intel on a target. the woman he's talking to is young, pretty in that desperate, cheap way that hangs around betting parlors. she's touching his arm. laughing too loud.
toji's wearing that black shirt you like, the one stretched thin over his shoulders, sleeves rolled up to show the corded muscle of his forearms. he knows exactly what he's doing. the way he tilts his head, the lazy drag of his thumb along his bottom lip as he listens to her ramble. he's fishing for information. you know this. you knew this before you even got in the car.
doesn't make it sting any less.
he finally saunters back, sliding into the driver's seat with a satisfied grunt. the car smells like himācigarettes, gun oil, cheap cologne. he doesn't look at you as he turns the key, engine rumbling to life.
"she buy it?" you ask, voice flat.
"bought it, wrapped it, put a bow on it." he glances at you then, dark eyes glinting with amusement. "what's that face for?"
"nothing."
he laughs, low and rough, and pulls out of the lot. "jealous? cute."
you don't answer. just stare out the window as the city bleeds past in smears of neon and headlights. he keeps talkingāsomething about the target's schedule, a drop point, easy moneyābut you've stopped listening. your jaw is tight. fingers digging into your own arms.
he notices. of course he notices. toji doesn't miss much.
"hey." his hand lands on your thigh, warm and heavy. squeezes once. "i'm just doing my job. you know that."
"i know."
"you're still mad."
"i'm not mad."
he huffs a laugh, shaking his head. "stubborn."
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toji's favourite sex position ! breeding, choking, slapping, spitting, degrading, praising, baby trapping, squirting! <3
toji had almost nothing to his name, so when he saw you in the club, flaunting a wad of cash that easily summed up to almost 10,000 bucks like it was nothing, he immediately found the next girl he'd set eyes on; his next victim to fund his life and gambling addiction.
the process of getting into bed with you was far too easy, just a little bit of sweet talking, a little praise, and a promise to give you the best dicking down of your entire life, had you mewling and clawing at his shoulders.
toji was similar to a bed bug: he hopped from girl to girl to ensure that he had a roof over his head without doing any hard work. so when he had you, one of the richest girls in the entire country, under him whilst his cock was balls deep in your perfect cunt, there was only one thing he could think of doing: breeding you.
"you like this dick?" toji's large hand wraps around your neck, thick fingers squeezing either side of your neck - small white dots start to cloud your vision. your cunt flutters around his cock as you nod pathetically, eyes rolling back into your head.
"i asked you a question baby girl, answer when daddy talks to you," toji's hand moves from your neck to slap you across the face, leaving a dark red hand print on your cheek. you moan, legs going like jelly as you claw at his back.
"love-love your dick daddy, so deep," you mewl, head tilting to the side before toji suddenly stops and lifts your legs over his shoulders. you sob, tear filled doe eyes finding his in a silent plea for him to continue pounding you. "please daddy, please fuck my dirty cunt,"
"desperate whore," toji slams his cock back into you in the new position, the mating press, your legs were lifted so far up your back was almost arched off the bed. your stomach bulged with just how deep his thick cock was stretching you out.
your mouth hangs open, your eyes cross in the middle as each moan is literally fucked out of your body. "does that feel good baby? your rich pussy being fucked with some street cock? isn't this what you needed? some dirty man putting his paws in this million dollar pussy?" he grabs your jaw with his hand, parting your lips fully and spitting into your mouth.
you can barely muster up a response with words, only clenching and fluttering around his length as a thick rim of white cream starts to form at his base. " gonna stuff this cunt full of my cum, make you round with my kids," toji moans into your ear before ducking his head down to suck a dark hickey into your neck.
the possibility of his future being filled with money and a fancy car makes the thought of knocking you up far too enticing. his balls tighten, forearms barricading each side of your head as he dumbs his entire hot load inside of you.
you gasp, clawing at his back, "to-daddy, should of pulled out!" your sentence is half formed, slurred, and barely even coherent as your own orgasm rips through you thanks to toji's thumb rubbing at your clit. his cock is forced out of you as you squirt all over him, and the sheets.
"sh-shouldn't have fucked you," you sob, attempting to push him off even as you come down from your orgasm.
"your pussy says otherwise darling."
Youāve worn your boyfriend Sukuna to the bone, so your other boyfriend Toji takes over.
warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni.
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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.
The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like heād just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Tojiās gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukunaās chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.
āWhatās your problem?ā Came Tojiās eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.
Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didnāt paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.
į°.į your soft bf!toji is a total meanie in bed āøāø 18+ mdni
mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheartācooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in publicāonly to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.
mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.
mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.
mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; heāll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, āyou like it better when iām mean to you, donāt you?ā
mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.
mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.
mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. heāll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.
+18 MDNI
when your husband is supposed to be the calm, rational one, you donāt expect to find him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand, whining into the dark like heās about to fall apart.
but thatās where satoru ends up. tank top pushed halfway up his ribs, belt hanging useless from one loop, pants around his knees. his fist works up and down the fat length of his cock in rough, punishing strokes, spit and precum smeared down to his balls. heās staring at you the whole timeāat the soft curve of your hip under the sheet, the flutter of your lashes against your cheek. pregnant. glowing. carrying his baby.
and heās rutting into his hand like some desperate virgin.
the panties he stole from the laundry basket are bunched in his other hand, pressed to his face. he inhales like heās drowning, shuddering so hard the flimsy fabric trembles against his nose. your warm, musky scent has him sobbing out a noise that doesnāt sound human.
āfuck, babyāā it rips out of him, pitched way too high. āsmell so good... oh fuck, i canātācanāt stop.ā
his cock is obscene. flushed dark, fat veins raised under the skin, the head so slick it shines even in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. precum drips in heavy strings down his balls, thick enough to coat his knuckles. every stroke drags more slick out of him, messy, frothing and too loud. schlick, schlick, schlick.
he sucks at the fabric like it could feed him, panting between licks, nose buried deep so he could breathe you in while his tongue works. āgod, i'd eat you out for days if i justāmnghm!āif i just had the chance.ā
his hips snap forward into his own fist, cock smacking his stomach with each thrust. precum splatters onto his tank top, dripping onto the hardwoods in obscene drops.
disgusting. a husband rutting into his fist because heās too scared to touch his pregnant wife.
but satoru canāt stop. heās babbling now, words spilling fast and needy. āwant it so badāfuck, want to fuck you on my knees, iād worship you, iād never stopāā
he chokes on a sob as his balls tighten up, cock jerking violently in his grip. the sound he makes is actually humiliatingā a high, euphoric whine. his thighs shake.
then, he breaks.
cum spurts out in heavy ropes, hot and endless, painting his stomach, his abs, his fist, the floor. lewd, thick jets that wonāt stop, spilling like his body is trying to empty years of frustration at once. it drips down the backs of his fingers, strings across his knuckles, sprays his shirt. he gasps, still pumping through it, cock twitching uncontrollably, as if even his own body doesnāt know when enough is fucking enough.
āahāmnhgāfuck, t-too much, i canāt...ā his voice cracks, strangled, but his fist wonāt let go. more cum leaks out, drooling down his cock, streaking his thighs. his knees buckle and he braces one hand on the nightstand, forehead dropping against the wood with a hollow thud.
when itās finally over, when the spurts slow to tiny dribbles, heās still shaking so hard he can barely breathe. his cock still twitches against his stomach, still half-hard like it doesnāt know how to stop.
and youāre still asleep. lashes fluttering, lips parted, beautiful and soft while he stands there wrecked.
oh god, he is so fucked.
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There is no reason for this to be so hot.
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Sylus - Secret Times: Into Your Ear
a little snippet from the comic š
ļøµ ą³ mdni. casual with satoru ( but itās actually not casual at all )
āstop talking and take off your clothes.ā
you cut satoru off, staring at him from the edge of the bed. he showed up at your place talking about some mission, some curse, some dumb shit that happened with his students like you two were actually dating.
āwhy are you telling me this?ā you ask, again. āweāre here to fuck, right? not play boyfriend and girlfriend.ā
satoru pauses, then that lazy smirk spreads across his face. āyeah. youāre right.ā
he doesnāt waste time. he pulls his shirt off, drops his pants, and pushes you back onto the bed. before you can say anything else heās between your thighs, spreading them wide. he drags your panties down and buries his face in your pussy like heās starving.
āfuck,ā you moan as his tongue slides up and down, hot and wet. he licks broad and messy, then sucks your clit between his lips. you grip the sheets, hips bucking against his mouth. he eats you like he always doesāgreedy, sloppy, perfect.
but something feels different tonight.
every time you look down, his bright blue eyes are locked on yours. he doesnāt close them. he watches you the whole time, pupils wide while his tongue works your clit and two thick fingers push inside you. thereās heat there, sure, but something softer too. something that looks way too much like love.
you try to ignore it, but you canāt. not when he stares at you like that.
satoru curls his fingers and sucks harder. you whimper, thighs shaking around his head. without breaking eye contact he reaches up and grabs both your hands, locking his long fingers with yours. he pins your hands to the bed beside your hips and holds them tight while he devours your pussy.
āsatoruāā
he hums against your clit, the vibration making your back arch. his grip on your hands stays firm, warm, almost possessive. those eyes never leave your face, even when your thighs squeeze around him and you start grinding against his tongue.
you canāt shake the feeling. itās not just hunger in his gaze. itās more. and it scares you how much you like it while he fucks you with his mouth and fingers, holding your hands like he never wants to let go.
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its almost my birthday i can give him big hairy tits if i want. as a treat.
Put that away before I take it off
adult zuko!!!
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