You can find my Toji Fushiguro X F. Reader Nsfw Fic Here.
I gave my exam and it was good i guess? I am awaiting the results. But that is not it, speaking about my mental health, not only that alot of stuff isn't at it's best so i think it is the right thing for me to do. I want to avoid all social media platforms kinda social media detox. I do love it here tbh reading and writing at times, i had a few fics planned and drafted a few of them too but right now it's just - is kind a distraction and i don't know what more to say and how to explain. I would come back that is sure but i don't know when. I want to be genuinely happy and content with myself, where i am at and what do i want with my life when i am here or on any social media. I can't play pretend, act all confident and happy when i am really not. Neither can i just let out my frustration and problems here because it wouldn't be fair to rant like that plus it wouldn't be the most rational and correct way to deal with it. I gotta figure things out and find a permanent solution to them. I have been facing them and i am unable to tackle them for a very long time. It's been a weight on my mind, body and soul is just too much to bear and carry on. I hope to be at a better place when we meet next until then bye i will see you soon. I love you!❤
a/n: IM SORRY THIS IS SO LONG LMAO. idk why but i love writing angst so much. like part of me hates getting hurt by my favorite characters but another part of me is like "ah yes, hurt my soul" you know? also probably because i'm sad and this is my way of letting out my emotions. lmao enjoy cuties, stay safe out there <3
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akaashi has always been a calm and collected person. he works well under stressful situations, always maintaining his expressionless face like nothing could phase him. he doesn't like the feeling of becoming upset or getting angry, especially over trivial things. he would much rather handle what he considered "disagreements" like mature adults, with inside voices, with communication. he's never found pettiness or harsh words a solution to anything.
although, akaashi isn't perfect, and he's bound to succumb to emotions that are foreign to him. even right now.
you felt like you never saw your boyfriend anymore. he was constantly at the office late at night, only ever receiving two to three texts a day from him just to tell you that he's staying at the office and for you not to wait up for him. you would like to consider yourself an understanding person since you could only imagine what the stress was like when it came to being an editor for a popular shonen magazine. that was one of many things that akaashi appreciated about you was how understanding you were with him and his work. you knew how important it was to him, so you showed him endless support. you signed up for this.
what you didn't sign up for was him being pretty much absent from your relationship. you had tried to bring up this topic with him many, many times, only for him to disregard how you felt. you were fed up, finally mustering up the confidence to put your foot down and make him see your side of this. you tried your best to maintain your emotions, but anger got the best of you.
akaashi was sitting at the dining table, glasses perched on top of his head, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. he was doing his absolute best not to raise his voice at you, but you were making it so damn difficult.
"are you even listening to me keiji?" you asked.
"yes, y/n. i've been listening to you for the past hour now," he snipped. you weren't the bad guy in this, he knew that deep down. he knew that he wasn't being the best boyfriend and being there for you like you are for him. he knows that. but the emotions he'd bottled up from the stress at work had started to overflow, and he was about to take it out on you.
you scoffed, running your hands through your hair frustratingly. "all i've asked was for you to take a couple days off, keiji. i never even see you anymore! even when i do, it's only for a split second before you're running off to the office again. i don't what else you want me to do."
"you don't understand the amount of stress i'm under right now. there are so many deadlines coming up for work and i have to get them done on time. the least you could do for me is show me some support instead of nagging at me like some whiny bitch."
your eyes widened at his harsh words, "excuse me?! i've done nothing but be supportive of you keiji!! i'm trying to tell you how i feel and you're acting like you don't even care! how am i supposed to help you if you won't let me?!"
he stood up from the table, walking towards you with pure anger in his eyes. you had never seen akaashi angry before, and you wish that everything could go back to normal at this point.
"does this look like support?! standing here and telling me all of my faults? what about yours y/n? huh?! how about the fact that you're not doing anything important with your life! all you're good at is nagging and whining. you're being incredibly selfish right now!!" tears immediately starting glossing over your eyes. akaashi had never yelled at you like this before, and it looked like he wasn't going to stop.
"keiji... please stop i-"
"no!! you started this so i'm finishing it. all you care about is 'you, you, you'. do you even stop to think how i'm feeling in this? you think i like staying at the office late at night? only for me to come home to you, who's nothing but a selfish, pretentious, stupid person who's distracting me from my work."
a choked sob left your lips, tears streaming furiously down your face. you didn't know who he was anymore. the keiji you knew would never insult you like he just did.
akaashi blinked a few times, being blinded by his anger and pent up emotions. the impact of his words hit him hard, guilt eating up at him as he saw your broken figure. you were trembling, one hand covering your mouth at an attempt to silence your sobs, the other wrapped around your waist in order to protect yourself.
"baby... i-"
he took a step toward you, wanting to hold you in his arms and tell you that everything was going to be okay. you took 2 steps back, turning around and pretty much sprinting to your guy's shared room, locking the door behind you.
he sat back down at the dining table, the words he spat at you repeating over and over in his head. he hadn't meant to get so angry with you, especially since you were asking him to do the bare minimum. his hands covered his face, feeling tears spring to his eyes. he could not believe he said those god awful words. you've been nothing but the best he could ever ask. so respectful, so understanding, so supportive.
and this is what he does in return?
akaashi wanted to kick himself right then and there for making you cry. he had to fix this.
you on the other hand were doing your best to try to calm down. you knew that akaashi didn't mean what he said. the tension of the argument getting the best of both of you. but it still hurt nonetheless. were you really that bad? you thought you had been doing your best with him. but with the harsh reality that was just revealed, guilt, sadness, and exhaustion started to creep it's way into your body. your eyes started to droop, falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.
a couple hours later, you had awoken to the sound of soft knocking. it was dark outside now, the time on your phone showing that it was almost 9:00pm. you heard the soft knocking again, hesitating on letting him in.
"my love, may i please come in?" he pleaded.
akaashi rested his forehead against the door, praying that you'll open it. he heard the lock turn, his head jerking back only to be met with your exhausted form. tears were stained on your cheeks, your eyes red from crying, sniffling slightly. akaashi couldn't believe that he was the one that caused this.
you opened the door a little bit more, signaling him to come in. you padded your way back to the bed quickly, wanting to put as much distance between you and him as possible. you noticed he had two cups of tea in his hands, along with the redness in his eyes and the bags that were dragging underneath them.
he hesitantly sat on the edge of the bed near you, carefully handing you your tea. you silently thanked him, sipping the warm beverage to ease the dryness of your throat. you both sat in silence for a good minute, the tension becoming too suffocating. you tried looking anywhere else but him, not knowing the first thing you would like to say.
he cleared his throat, his blue/green eyes trying to catch your gaze," i know this is not going to come close to fixing how bad i fucked up, but i am so incredibly sorry."
you locked eyes with him finally, your own beginning to fill with hot tears again. you bit your lip to hide the sobs begging to escape. you felt him grab the tea out of your hand gently, putting it on the side table so he could take your hands in his. thankfully, you let him. you nodded at him to continue.
"i regret every single word that came out of my mouth earlier. i was angry, sad, stressed, but that doesn't justify my actions of taking it out on you. i'm sorry i haven't been there for you. you're my biggest supporter, i'll always be thankful to have someone like you."
his voice cracked at the end, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as well. you tightened your grip on his hands, afraid that he was going to slip away.
"you don't have to forgive me right away, and i know i can't take back what i said, but i'm willing to put in the work in order to get you to do so. i called my boss and asked for a few days off this week. just you and me."
you pulled akaashi into a hug, himself not hesitating to wrap his arms around you tightly. you gripped his shirt, tears falling against the skin on his neck. he rubbed his hands up and down your back, cooing at you as an attempt to get you to relax.
"i'm so sorry, my love. i never want to hurt you like that again. i'm going to be better from now on, i love you so much," he whispered.
you sniffled and pulled back to look at him, fingers tangling in his messy, black locks. you slightly nodded your head, "i love you keiji, we'll get through this. i'm sorry, too".
he gave you a shy smile, kissing your lips softly, "nonsense, you don't have anything to apologize for. would you like me to order takeout?"
you smiled at him, wiping the tears from your cheeks, "i'd like that."
Whatever you do you do it for yourself, for your own happiness. I am not saying you to be selfish and mean to others but do always think about yourself first because YOU ARE ALL YOU HAVE.
Gojo said it you all who am i to say no to that?
"No matter how many allies you have around you, when you die you die alone."
Yandere suga with an s/o who is super sweet and bubbly but when he kidnaps her s/o’s whole personality changes and he doesn’t understand why. Scenario please
ah yes my love!! thank you for the request <3
tw kidnapping
title: fly
You’ve been so cold lately.
All you do is sit next to the window, staring outside with your head leaning against the wall. When you’re not doing that, you’re laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Or sleeping.
It’s not at all how Suga had thought it would be.
He had thought you would be scared at first. Which was reasonable, yes, but… this behavior of yours was uncalled for. God, Suga would rather have you angry, screaming at him, than this.
Suga sighs as he looks through the door, seeing you in one of your favorite spots. You’re in bed, the covers pulled up, and your eyes burning into the ceiling.
He closes the door behind him, not bothering to lock the door. He’s sure you wouldn’t make a run for it, so unmotivated. He slips into the bed next to you, folding his hands over his stomach.
You don’t look at him, still staring up.
Suga thinks of how he wanted this to be. He’d bought a bunch of board and card games for you to play. He bought canvases for you both to paint on. Some seeds for an indoor garden. Things to keep you busy.
But you weren’t doing much of anything at all.
He turns his head to look at you. And finally, your eyes meet his.
And he understands. You were like… like a crow. You weren’t meant to be caged in, you were meant to fly.
Well, it looks like Koushi just might have to clip your wings.
tsukishima kei x reader
cw mean kei, light brat taming, spanking and slapping, tying up wrists, breeding kink, unprotected sex
a part of my 3k milestone event
request belongs to my girlboss @sookyshima <3 hope it makes your lockdown better
- breeding brat
“i told you we’ll talk about this later.”
“don’t bother coming home!”
kei has been staring at his phone for hours, no calls, no text, nothing from his sweetheart.
the angry phone call he had earlier with you lingered in his mind as he caught the last train of the night. he wasn’t even sure what the argument was about anymore as he leaned against the pole of the train, eyes drooping from exhaustion. something along the line of how late he has been coming home from the museum, something about ignoring you.
maybe he has been a little bit harsh on you, you had been taking care of him, yourself, the little pet cat you adopted together right after you moved in together and the small apartment in check.
kei made a point running to the nearby convenience store that opens 24/7, lucked out in getting a couple last slices of strawberry shortcake you both love. along with a couple more stuff he knew would make it up to his crappy behaviour, kei continued his walk a couple more blocks until he reached the apartment complex.
the light was still on when he unlocked the front door, something common on friday night with you staying up late sprawled on the sofa catching up on your shows. “hey buddy,” he greeted your cat, waiting on the doorstep. the cat purred underneath his heavy hand scratching its head before kei called for you. you huffed, rolling your eyes as you sank further into the heap of comforter wrapping you, ignoring his tall frame by the tv.
“you still mad at me?”
“i’m sorry, you’re talking to me?” you sneered, eyes focused on the flashing tv.
kei didn’t give up, sighing as he hung his bag and coat, before sitting in the small space between the table and the sofa, right in front of you. with his height, it obstructed your view forcing you to look down on him. the bag rustled as he pulled the box of dessert out, a small smile hung on the corner of his lips, “i’m sorry.” he sounded sincere, and the box of shortcake was tempting but you shook your head, scooting away from him to the end of the sofa.
he had been doing this for weeks, a simple shortcake and his pretty dumb face might had work before but you had enough.
“you could’ve been more understanding of me, you know,” kei sounded hurt, settling the dessert on the table. you bit on your nails, busied your mouth from spitting whatever bubbling angrily in your chest, he stood up, feet pitter pattered on the wooden floor as he walked to the kitchen. he was tired, he was starving and he was just ready to drag you to bed to pin you down in his arms, spooning you till saturday morning comes.
but there was nothing in the kitchen, nothing in the pans, under one of the food covers or the oven, nothing for him to eat. his stomach made pain noises from lack of food; his last meal was from lunch where he only had the cold sandwiches from the vending machine because you didn’t pack him lunch.
“are we getting take outs? should i call that place that opens late?” kei asked, walking out of the kitchen looking for the phone.
“i’ve eaten,” you said flatly.
“oh,” kei nodded, placing the phone down, “is there anything left for me. should i heat it up for us? we can share.”
he was trying so hard, despite losing a sliver of patience with you pushing him away with your nonchalant answers. kei was even willing to share his portion despite the burning pain in his belly. rolling his sleeves and undoing a couple few buttons, it was a sight you couldn’t stop yourself from ogling on. you pulled the comforter away from your face, his heart softened at the sight of your upset face. he could see the little hue of colour underneath your eyes and bridge of nose from crying. but all the sympathy he had, it all went away when you opened your mouth.
“i told you i already ate. i didn’t know if you were coming home or not, so i didn’t cook for you,” you closed the tv, finishing the last sip of your wine before gathering the comforter to retreat to the spare room.
“what made you think i wasn’t coming home?” his hand slammed on the wall, blocking your path to the hallway. gritting your teeth, you glanced at the blonde, long gone was that soft wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, it was just pure annoyance etched on his face. “i’m sorry, i should’ve not projected my anger on you like this. i did make something for you in the fridge let me heat it up and let’s talk like an adult,” was what you should’ve said but instead you’re stubborn. kei dated you because of your independence and your stubborn attitude. it’s the reason why your relationship has been going steady from college until now. but your stubbornness is finally gonna bite you in the ass as you snapped on your boyfriend.
“i don’t know, kei. my schedule is pretty busy, it is getting hard to accommodate you in my life. maybe you aren't that busy, you would've sort it yourself.”
his golden eyes widened
you were seeing stars when your body fell rough on the sofa. you didn’t had time to adjust to what was happening as kei climbed on you. he was kissing you, and you could feel his anger in every swipe of his tongue. your hand pressing against his chest, trying to push him off, you were out of breath but he pressed down on you further. “k-kei,” you whined, managed to break free of his kiss as he found solace in the crook of your neck, sucking and biting on your skin until it broke and tasted blood in his mouth. “shut up,” he hissed, clamping harder on your neck.
the fact that you moaned, riled him up further.
“you know,” he grunted, yanking on the white shirt off his sticky body, “i work so hard for you, for us. i would love for once that you would’ve given me some respect.” your mouth hung loose at how easy he ripped a long strip of cloth out of the shirt, the remainder scattered on the floor. you didn’t fight when he gathered your wrists together, lacing the cloth around your wrist neatly. it was tight, the knot eating on your skin as you tried to yank it apart. “don’t,” he warned, still straddling your body down as his fingers slipped underneath the elastic band of your shorts until he found your clit; throbbing and slick underneath his palm.
“look at you, soaking wet after just a kiss.” your breath hitched as he wrapped his fingers around the column of your neck, you couldn’t help the sudden gush you felt as he tightened the grip, “or do you get off on getting me angry, little girl?” he hissed, looking down at you through the narrowed slits. you wished you weren’t so reactive, but kei knew you so well as he flicked your clit rougher. his name echoed the small space as he continued to grind his pad down your clit. you hate the restriction around your wrists, it burned the more you tug it apart and you want him to stop, you think, because it’s embarrassing how close you are to cumming.
“kei, s-slow down,” you croaked, tensing up.
“did i tell you to open your mouth?”
the hand around your neck left to give your cheek a light, stinging slap. it only made your hip buck against his palm. you know what he’s thinking, you know how pathetic you look right now and with another slap to your face was all it took to make you come undone. you felt like burying your face in the sofa, panting like a bitch on heat as kei continued to rub you through the orgasm until your body limped underneath him. “did you just cum?” he chuckled, slapping his long palm along your sopping mess, “you’re making a whole fucking mess on my hand.” you were a flushing mess, eyes shut tight unable to string out even an apology out as he hoisted you up on his laps.
“look at me,” his breath fanned your skin, gripping tightly on your face. you shook your head, lips jutting slightly into a small pout. you’re too embarrassed to even look at him, not after all the things you yelled at him and how easily you caved in to his touch. your ego’s bruised. “no?” he cooed, your head shaking left to right as you pressed your hands to his chest. “you seemed to have a lot to say to me earlier huh? why don’t you say that to my face?” his voice softer than before, but you’re not that stupid. you know all of his façade.
“n-no,” you wanted to be firm, but the shakiness of your voice could only make the blonde smile. he kissed you again, gentler this time, hands on the side of your face. “you sure?” his hands slowly crept underneath your shirt, tracing his cold fingertips along your warm skin. he loves the way your body tensed up underneath his touch, your eyes twitching but still refusing to open up. “fine, if you want to be this stubborn, go ahead,” his lips pressed against your cheek, tracing along your jaw to your ear, brushing against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “keep your eyes close, but if you open it just a sliver, i’ll stop, i don’t care if you’re even so close to cumming,” he nipped the skin behind your ear softly, “i’ll stop. got it?”
“okay.”
“good girl,” he smirked against your skin.
he started slowly, undressing your lower half. it was satisfying to see the stringy mess pooling on your underwear, his favourite underwear. he knew just where to slip it, right between your puffy red lips. you could taste yourself through the material, something so lewd you didn’t think kei was into.
depraved of all your senses drove you insane, body shuddering from the littlest touch he gave you. his tongue didn’t stop worshipping your skin, lapping beads of sweat from your collarbone down to the valley of your breasts. frustration crinkled your eyes every time his tongue missed your nipples. your whines muffled through the cloth, jerking your chest forward against his tongue but kei held you down with his tight grip.
“don’t be greedy, you’ll get whatever i give to you,” his lips latched just inch from your aching bud, suckling on the skin until he tasted iron on his tongue. he repeated it more until your chest were fully marked by him but no attention given to what you really want.
fine, he won. you want to beg, you want to please, you want him to give more attention to you. you want to plead with your eyes, batting slowly until he gives you what you want, but kei is serious with his threat most of the time, you don’t want to piss him off. not after the whole tantrum you pulled. that’s why he was taking it slow, chipping your ego slowly until you’re exactly where he wants; babbling mess on his cock.
“you know the talk we had,” he asked, hands gently caressing your thighs, feeling the muscle tensing underneath his palm, spreading your legs further, “about where we see ourselves in 5 years years ago, how i told you i want to settle down with you, i want to see you swell with my child, it would just us perfect little family,” he knew what he was doing was sly, with you grinding against his cock, all he could think about breeding his little stubborn girlfriend.
“5 years from then is next year, i was thinking we could start early. s’many benefit, i could have flexible time, you don’t have to worry about me coming home late. i could be here taking care of you. i just can’t stop thinking about how big your breast would be, you think you’ll let me put a baby in you?” he cooed, you could see the pouty lips that came with his little request. he pulled out the soaked panties and you gasped, desperately gulping air with drools down the side of your face.
“come on, baby,” he kissed your dry lips, caressing your cheeks gently, hips grinding against your bare crotch, “all you have to do is say yes, and i’ll do all the works. you just have to make all those pretty noises for me while i feel you up okay?”
“yes, kei.”
“yes, what?” he smiled, fingers twirling on the end of your loose hair.
you opened your eyes, screw his stupid rules as it bored deep into his lustful eyes, you nodded again, “please put a baby in me.” his own breath hitched as you rested your palm on his bare chest, “i want to have your baby,” you repeat yourself firmly, no hesitation. with your comforter sprawled on the floor, it provided you a temporary comfort as he laid you down. he was quick to undress himself and you found your legs folded up to your chest as he towered over you, rubbing his cock slowly along your drenched slit.
with every stroke his tip caught deliciously on your puffy clit, eliciting more moans from you. he could only the whites of your eyes as his tip found your entrance, slowly slipping in and stretching your muscle to accommodate his length deep in you, clenching him deep. wet lips grazing your calf he grunted, pushing deep until he felt the resistance of your cervix against his tip. “f-fuck, how could you still be this tight,” he whined, ploughing deep in you. the sound of his thighs slamming against the back of yours echoed the room as he picked up his speed.
you were sucking him in, clenching on length only making him thrusts harder sending your back arching in pleasure. pushing your hands upward, he told you to stay still, bunching the shirt upward where your breasts could bounce freely. god you look pretty tied up like this, drools down your chin as you take his cock in well.
your fingers clawed on the sheet underneath, anchoring yourself as you couldn’t stop moaning. every little ah and pleas went straight to his cock and kei’s delirious. maybe it’s the hunger, maybe it’s you begging for baby in your belly, he couldn’t decide on the catalyst to his demise.
he just wants to fill you up.
he pulled your waist, pinning you down closer. blood rushing to your skin where his grip is too tight, you know they’ll be bruises. kei’s into that. he has no shame in marking what belongs to him. he loves visiting you in your office where he could see the bruises peeping from your collars or when you wear the sheer pantyhose in an attempt to hide his hickeys along your thighs. if you hide the one on your thighs, he’ll make sure to return you to the office with a new one on your neck, you couldn’t hide behind layers of clothes all the time.
there’s no reason with tsukishima kei when he said so.
which is why he enjoys your little tantrum. he enjoys putting you back in your place because your stubbornness is nothing to him. if you want to act like a brat, he’ll treat you like one. you can’t expect to be treated like a princess if you can’t even act like one. but today, you just caught him on his wrong side and for that you’ll be his perfect breeding brat.
“slowly, please, ah, kei!” you whined, feeling the new angle ripping you wider. your grip to the comforter was whitening, chest out of breath with every thrust knocking air out of your lung. his hand grabbed one of your breasts, finally rolling your neglected nubs between his rough fingers sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins. with another found itself home between your legs, rubbing on your sensitive clit, you couldn’t stand anymore.
“you wanna come again?” he cooed, planting a kiss on your inner thigh, chuckling as you nodded desperately, “nu’uh,” he slowed down, clicking his tongue to your horror, “where’s your manner?”
“please, kei, wanna cum, please,” you cried, jerking your hips upward to meet him halfway.
“beg like you mean it, y/n. you put more enthusiasm in screaming at me, i want to see the same energy,” he sneered, slapping lightly on your clit. your body jolted in pleasure, strangled moans came out of your throat, you weren’t sure what you were babbling about. but through your glassy, lidded eyes, you found his cold eyes matching his sneer that only made your face warmed up. you were a flushing mess, unsure from the humiliation or the sheer need to be fucked till tomorrow but you begged and begged.
“you sure said the prettiest thing when you’re desperate huh, baby.”
his thumb brushed against your trembling lips, you welcomed it on your tongue, sucking slowly eliciting a soft fuck from the blonde. he picked up his pace, with you mewling and sucking on his digit until you snapped, teeth clenching down on his fingers as your orgasm hit you. it broke the skin, beads of blood trickled through. “that feels good?” you nodded, head thrown back, riding through your orgasm as he continued to power through. with every thrust he could see his girth cover in white, glistening in your fluid. pussy still squelching and gushing echoing the small space.
“s’good, you’re such a good girl, i could fill you up for hours,” he pushed down further, face buried in the crooks of your neck as his hips snapped faster. the way he was just mewling and grunting deeply just went straight down your spine. his breath tickling, tongue tracing up until it slipped between your lips. his kiss was sloppy and needy, tongues massaging against another. you swallowed each other’s moans. you hooked your arms around his neck, whining down the aching in your arms.
“s’tired,” you pouted.
“so tired huh?” he chuckled, nuzzling his nose against yours, “i’m sorry, princess but i’m not done yet, nu’uh, no yet,” he rested his forehead against your sweaty head, eyes drooping in pleasure as he pushed deeper, “m’gonna fill you up, baby, so so close.” his fingers buried deep in your hair, gently tugging it as his thrusts became sloppier. your nails buried in the nape of his head, lips tracing along his sharp jaw.
“baby,” kei whined, brows knitted in pleasure as your lips latched right on his sweet spot underneath his jaw, “fu-fuck fuck, baby i want to cum in you. i want to fill you up so badly.”
it didn’t take long for the knot tensing in his belly to snap.
with your wall tensing up, tightening along his sensitive girth providing him a challenge to thrust forward, it was a couple more thrusts until he was shooting ropes after ropes of his thick warm seed deep in your cunt. he clutched desperately on you, heaving against your flushed ear, praises didn’t stop coming from his lips as he jerked slowly into you.
his nose brushed gently against your sweaty cheek, gently kissing you nudging you awake. kei didn’t dare to move out, leaving his dick buried deep inside you as he struggled to catch a breath. until he was sure he had emptied everything deep in your womb, he’s not budging.
“baby, hey,” he cooed, brushing hairs away from your face. your eyes fluttering opened, drowsy glinting in your eyes. you stayed there for awhile, until he was sure everything is nestled deep in you before pulling out.
kei took care of you, pressed close against his bare sweaty skin. he undid the makeshift knot around your wrist, apologizing heavily as he peppered your marked skin with his kisses. “no, i’m sorry. listen, kei, i should’ve been better and understanding,” you clenched your jaws worriedly, tracing patterns along his arms. he shook his head, pressing his lips on top of your head, wrapping his arms tightly around your body.
“you’ve done so much, i should’ve been better to you. i promise i’ll be better. i’ll make time for you,” kei brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently. a small smile dangled on the corner of his lips, a smile that sent shivers down your spine as he said the next sentences. you didn't miss the seriousness and excitement in his face, kei is serious with his words.
“especially if i’m going put a baby in you. you better not be sick of me being all over you.”
a promise he will keep, sealed with a kiss on your lips.
You live in my house or are watching me from somewhere tee? How do you know of how i behave in general or when i get mad? That totally caught me off guard. I was like how did this happen? But if this is what i get for behaving that way. I seriously don't regret it not even a bit.🤰🏻🤭😉
priest!nanami kento x fallen angel!reader
cw sacrilege, fucking on the communion table, manipulative behaviour, semi public fucking??, male & female receiving oral, spitting and exchanging fluid, unprotected sex
a part of my 3k milestone event
request belongs to @cheolinn my beloved <3
i have no idea what im rambling but see yall in hell okay?
happy belated bday nanamin
- playing god
you knew life as the priest’s wife is hard.
everyone absolutely adores father nanami. and with his adoration comes the annoyance of which you’re being scrutinized under the eyes of the neighbours.
“how’s she married to father nanami and not even attend his sunday’s preach?” you held your tongue, focusing on the canned foods you were comparing as the two women in front of you gossipped. tossing the can in the tray, you scoffed as you walked past them.
you didn’t miss the bitch they threw at you and you rationalised with yourself; is it really worthy to fight two old ladies in the canned food aisle?
nanami married you last year, after knowing for few months. he had never forced you to attend his church, but you do it occasionally out of respect for him. it did take a toll on your mortal body, unholy souls aren’t supposed to cross the threshold of a holy place. it rendered you completely bruised and weak which you blamed it on your fake trauma. nanami ate it up, never forcing you to come to the church anymore like the foolish human you expected.
funny how you were casted out of heaven only to fall in the arms of a priest. that’s a big fuck you from the big man as he made the man completely fallen head over heel for you. a corrupted angel marrying a priest sounds like another joke you tell your buddies over beers but it’s a sick punishment from god to you.
and you made it your whole motivation to corrupt his messenger.
you headed to the checkout counter, politely greeted by the lady behind the counter. you watched as the cashier rang up and bagged your items, a cart full of groceries for you both to last a week or two and she stated the total. as you expected, it is expensive. you smiled, you’ve done it so many times as you leaned against the counter.
“my, that’s a lot. are you sure? i think i only bought a bottle of snapple and a bag of apples.”
you feigned your shock, reciting two cheapest items from your trolley. you memorized it, it’s your little mind gag. like in trance, the cashier glanced at the trolley and widened her eyes, profusely apologizing for her mistake. you watched happily as the cashier started erasing the ‘wrong’ items off the machine until it was just the two items.
you happily obliged, placing the small changes ignoring the thick wad of money sitting in your purse courtesy of your husband. as the cashier handed the change, you shrugged, telling her to give you a pack of cigarettes in exchange of the few cents left. it was far from enough, but the cashier followed your order anyway, blinded by your charms, handling you the pack which you happily tucked in your purse.
“have a nice day!” you cheerfully waved, rolling your eyes once she was away from your vision.
humans are so easy to trick, especially when you’re in a position of power. and being the priest’s wife definitely gives you extra passes in helping your cause of corrupting the human. nanami wasn’t home as you walked in your house, hands full of groceries you didn’t have to pay, cigarettes hanging loose from your lips. he can do that later, you scoffed tossing the bags on the counter as you walked to the living room, with a bottle of wine kicking the heels off as you turned off the tv.
you don’t get humans and their obsession with numbing their mind. this grape concentration was nothing to you as you downed half of the bottle. you waited for your loving human to return home, as this was your one year anniversary. he told you to not do anything, he was going to take you out and spoil you for dinner but you had plans of your own.
you had planned it for so long. for casting you out of hell, you want god to pay for the mistakes he made. you know that a priest’s words in a community brings such a huge impact. you tested the water, started small by weeding out the one with a corrupted soul that would be an easy target.
they are the trash of the community, everyone’s secretly praying for them to disappear off the earth, no one would miss them. you made yourself their new god, sending them spiralling down into addictions, corrupting the loyals to commit adultery, breaking families apart. it was funny to see how quickly the church was losing their people, how most of them were never a good person as they claimed to be.
you spent so many nights comforting your husband when you were the reason for his demise. comforting him with sex was always the fun part; nanami was gentle as you expected but you knew there’s a feral side of him that he was hiding every time he’s balls deep in you. funny how you prayed for him to snap but he never did. no matter how much you begged for him to choke you, offered him other places he could explore, but he would turn it down. how his eyes were full of lust as he muttered how it was wrong to fall for the temptation of the devil.
but you are tired of the little games. you wanted to know if your husband is truly the man of god he is.
but god works in a different way. your phone vibrated, as you took the last drag of your cigarette, your eyes skimmed through the text. you have got to be kidding me, you threw the bottle on the floor. it shattered, just like your plans but you’ll improvise. you have no problem corrupting a man like him in the house of god. if anything, it only made your cunt tingled at the thoughts of ravishing the priest on the communion table.
i’m stuck at work, don’t wait up - n
you don’t need a car to travel, as you stood in front of the church. what’s some pain when you can finally have control, your heels clicked on the floor as you walked along the aisle to where your husband busied himself with a member of a church. “y/n,” you love the way your name rolled off his tongue as he spotted you, glasses hung on the bridge of his nose. he looked disheveled, exhausted. he explained to the member how it was their anniversary night, and that they were missing a dinner because of his busy work.
“please, you and your missus are welcome to my restaurant. as my apology for taking both of your times,” the man said, glancing both to you and father nanami. you took a seat, as both of them continued. you noticed the urgent glance from your husband to you as you loosened your coat, exposing more skin. you were bare underneath. you could smell his arousal, as expected.
it didn’t take long for him to cave. the man seemed to understand, telling that he’ll be here at the church tomorrow. you couldn’t hold yourself back from smiling, there’ll be no church here tomorrow for them to worship when you’re done with it. as the heavy door slammed shut you found yourself almost giddy in his arms, pressing him down on his chair.
“i miss you,” you cheered, batting your eyes as you toyed with his collars. your lips ghosted over his own, as your fingers ghosted over his throat you could feel the lump going down. “i miss you too. i’m sorry i get held back with the job,” his hand going up and down your side and you couldn’t help the shudders down your spine.
it’s odd how comforting it was for you to sit in his lap without feeling like your inside was burning. the collar came off so easily, as you loosened up his buttons. nanami grabbed your wrists, halting your movement. “we shouldn’t do it here, let’s go home,” he insisted, brushing you off his laps. but that’s not what you want. you didn’t miss the look of fear in his face when you yanked him, tossing him on the communion table. the papers scattered, candle holders clanking on the floor as you climbed on top of him.
“what’s wrong with you?”
you snickered, undoing your coat, bare except for the bra holding your breasts up, “i thought god loves offering?” you yanked his black shirt off, marveling on his pretty body trembling underneath your palm, “what better way to offer ourselves than in it’s purest form right, kento?” your tongue traced along his abs, legs straddling his waist as you pinned your hands beside his head. nanami’s eyes stared deeply into your bloodshot eyes, disbelieving in what he’s seeing.
“you’re not my wife.”
“i was never your wife from the start. i’m an angel, fallen out of grace,” you flipped your hair away, twisting your torso where a healed stub where your wings used to sit near your shoulder blade, “you can call me by any names, y/n, devil, angel, your wife,” your eyes sparkled with mischief as your nails dug deep in the flesh of his chest.
“it’s impossible, you can’t enter the house of god!”
nanami was hard to deal with, he’s quite stronger than you expected but not when your hand wrapped around his neck cutting off the air supply that made him still. you grimaced, laughter echoed in the large hall as you tightened your grip to his neck, “your god isn’t here. just you and me in this empty box.”
“what do you want?” he coughed out, hands clawing on your wrist. there is it, the question you’ve been waiting for. your husband, the man of god he claimed to be is now at mercy of you, a false god. you grinned, fangs flashing as you loosened your grip to his neck. you want what every woman; sex and domination.
he kissed you back, to your surprise. teeth clashing in urgency as you slip your tongue between his lips. you couldn’t help but to moan, grinding your hips slowly against his bulge. his touch left trail of heat along your bare skin. it touched your wing stub, a warning hiss escaped your lips but he deepened the kiss, pulling you tighter against him. “don’t do that,” you warned, grabbing a handful of his hair. he looked at you, lips red from where your fangs tore it and moist from the kiss before nodding lightly. he was blushing, fuck, he’s making it so hard for you to deal with it.
“i just want-”
you yanked his hair harder, “don’t.”
he nodded again, pulling his hand away from your back. his gentleness annoyed you as you straddled his chest, “open your mouth,” his brows furrowed in confusion but by the look on your face you’re not going to ask again. his tongue unfurled itself, and you happily spit in it where it mixed with his blood and saliva. “nu’uh, don’t swallow that,” you slipped your panties aside, before sitting yourself comfortably on his face. you didn’t have to say anything as his tongue buried itself in your soaking slit.
if there’s one thing you’re grateful about being in the human body, it’s the amount of pleasure you could receive. your eyes rolled back as he continued, tongue tracing in patterns before his lips formed an o around your clit. your loud moans echoed in the hall. “f-fucking hell, father, you prayed to god with that mouth?” you chuckled, grabbing your breast in your hands, flicking the neglected bud with your own fingers, “my, it’s certainly way better than spitting all that nonsense is it?”
you know he’s enjoying it as much as you were, feeling his soft moans and hums as he continued to lap you up. your sharp nails raked through his soft blonde hair, his eyes opened up instantly, glossy as he looked up to you. his arms snaked around your body, feeling your ass and around your waist, leaving grips that would bruise.
“come on, father, you’re not doing hard enough. put more enthusiasm in it, is that how you present your offering to god? half assed tonguing?”
you sneered, pressing your thighs tighter around his face. his chest heaved, out of breath suffocated by the lack of air with your pussy pressed to his face. you were impatient, especially as the knot in your belly started to twist. you found yourself meeting him halfway, rocking your hips, bumping your clit against his nose. his hand grabbing on your tit, nipples between two fingers, edging you closer and closer. nanami knew what he’s doing, you found yourself undone, creaming on his face.
“that’s it baby, lap it all up, not a drop."
your body shuddered in pleasure, as he continued through your high. you pulled away, jumping off the table. you hovered above him, a sly smile as you marvelled at the sight, with your cum and arousal soaking his chin and face. “you’re all messy, lemme help,” you tossed his glasses on the ground, cracking on impact as your tongue scooped up the mess. it was a lot, a mouthful as your tongue traced his lips before kissing him.
you could taste yourself and iron taste of where his cut was as you dumped the load down his mouth. you hummed, when he flinched, holding him down. he swallowed to your joy before you pulled away. circling around where you kneel between his legs. you didn’t bother pulling it off all the way, mouth wrapped around the tip. of all the cocks, his own still the one you adored the most, how it filled up your mouth so good. with no gag reflex, it’s easy for you to go all the way, eliciting pretty whines out of his lips.
“y/n, slowly,” he grunted, fingers grabbing a handful of your hair. but you’re no human, pain isn’t in your vocabulary, if any it only riled you up when he pulled on your hair. “come on, kento. i know you want to fuck my throat,” you teased, letting drops of saliva down on his cock, where your hand slowly jerked it. pulling him to the edge of the table, you guided his hand to the side of your head, tip resting on your tongue heavy. your brows jolted up, a silent invitation but he stared down on you, unable to move.
shrugging, you moved for his sake, bobbing your head up and down. he flinched and moaned every time your cheeks hollowed itself around his shaft. it didn’t take long for him to respond, tightening his grip to your head. finally, nanami started to loosen up, taking over your pace as he jerked his hips forward. he was free to ram deep in your throat, head tilted up so he could look down on you. he had to remind himself multiple of times that this wasn’t his wife, that it wasn’t you that he loved but as your throat restricted itself around his shaft, his faith on god dissipated.
your bloodshot eyes looked pretty and glossy looking up on him. your throat making all the squelching noise and with the pretty hue across the bridge of your nose and cheeks, he found himself thrusting harder.
whatever kind of test of faith this was, nanami was failing it as he threw his head back moaning.
“please,” his voice croaked, grip tightening on your hair, “close, close, close."
he was practically fucking your throat, and you were happy to be at the receiving hand. your nose buried in his musky happy trail as he held you down. you could feel the spurt of his release in the back of your throat. it took you by surprise, your human body gagged at the sudden release but he held you down. think of it as a revenge. he tasted good as you expected, humming at the taste on the base of his cock only made it twitched.
his grip to your hair loosened as he slumped back against the table. but you’re not done.
“what do you want?” nanami asked, chest heaving up and down as he gasped for air, “truly?”
you switched position, your back towards him as you bent yourself forwards, legs apart where he could see your glistening slit. “my endgame? i just wanna pissed off daddy upstairs,” you could feel his palm on your lower back, his cock slowly running along your wet slit. you braced yourself as his cock split you apart, eyes rolling backward as his cock buried deep in you. your arms around the back of his neck as his lips attached to your neck.
“but i can’t do it alone. i need you.”
nanami didn’t waste his time, pulling out and thrusting back in. the table you braced yourself on shook underneath you. his hands were all over you, palming your chest, gripping tightly on your waist. he was rougher than usual, his lips released a lewd pop as he let go of the skin of your neck, before lapping on another spot until your neck was full of his mark. the smell of his cologne and sex mingled the air, with every breath you took, blood was rushing to your face and ears so fast it made you lightheaded.
“right there, fuck,” you whined, lifting your leg on the table, spreading your legs wider. he grabbed your shoulder, breath down on your neck, pistoning faster. with every air knocked out of your chest he was losing himself further.
“come, join me, kento.”
he shook his head, your laughter ringing in his ear, shut up, shut up shut up, his mind screamed, hand wrapped around your throat. the pressure around your neck only made you moan harder, combined with his harsh, rapid thrusts, “shut it bitch.”
“aha, that’s more i like it.”
he pulled out, turning you around. he tossed your body on the table, your head landing with a thud as he pulled you by your legs. he’s not done yet, you grinned. you love him unhinged, desperately rutting deep in you. his tip scraping your inside beautifully, bruising your cervix. your arousal pooling down your ass and on the table and the sound of your skins echoing the large hall was a beautiful symphony.
you could feel your high again and he could see it too. thumb heavy on your clit circling around until you were panting like a bitch on heat. tongue out, eyes back, body glistening in sweat. “close,” you repeated, heels digging against the table.
your breath laboured as you met his dark eyes. he was enjoying this as much as you are. he does, the feeling of your wall convulsing around his length as you came again, it was hard for nanami to not come on the spot. with his rubbing, you were screaming, it was like you lost a hold of the body as you squirted out.
a soft fuck escaped his lips as more came gushing out. your walls tensing up, giving him a hard time to thrust in slowly.
your human body was weak, after the third orgasm you could feel it getting limp from the overstimulation. but he wasn’t done, not yet. his lips latched around your nipples, slow but deeper thrust. he growled when you clenched harder, teeth scraping against your nipple sent shivers down your spine. you didn’t realise you were moaning his name until he told you so.
“excuse me?” you spitted.
he grunted, eyes lidded as he looked deep in your eyes, “my name, say it like that.” his grip on your waist tightened as you laughed, refusing to cave in to his request. your hand reached to caress his chiseled cheek, soaked in sweat that was sticking his hair down. he let a soft gasp as your thumb glided against his dry lips.
“and why would i oblige to your petty request?”
“because by the time we are done, you’ll be worshipping me,” your pupils dilated in excitement, a smile dangling on the corner of your lips, pulling him close until you were sharing breath, “i’ll be your new god.”
you kissed him feverishly, swallowing each other’s moans as he picked up his pace. grabbing your legs, he pressed them down your chest, suffocating you as his pelvic slammed down against your ass. it was drowsy, the amount of ecstacy his cock brought upon you.
you were muttering gibberish, hands desperately grabbing the table for support. you asked for this, for your husband snapped out of his mind, you should be able to take it. but as tears pricked your bloodshot eyes, his tongue darting out to catch the salty droplet, you might have unleashed a different breed of monster.
“s’good, don’t you want to fill me up?” you pouted.
“so cocky for someone drooling for my cock,” he sneered, landing a slap on your cheek.
it took you by surprise, a good surprise as his fingers gagged you shut. it made a perfect gag around your little sweet noise. his thrust got sloppier as he desperately chased for his high. one free hand roughhousing your tits, he could feel your teeth clamping harsh on his fingers. but he didn’t care. nanami couldn’t think straight as all he could think was the build up tension down south he was desperate to release. he didn’t care of your whine or how your walls were fluttering again. he just wanted to cum inside you.
and he did.
forehead knitted in pleasure as he cummed in silent scream, face buried in the ample chest of yours as he gripped tightly on your hips. you could feel the bulge on your lower region where he pumped you full. you heaved together, struggling to catch a breath. but as you came down from your high, nanami flipped you on all four. white fluid gushed out of you as he ran his hand down from your back before landing a loud smack on your ass.
before you could open your mouth, he shoved his cock back in your gaping cunt. your hair in his tight grip as nanami tugged your head back.
you snarled, whining as he twisted your flailing arm back, gathered by the wrist by his hand, “what the fuck you think you’re doing?”
“oh, you think we are done?” his smile was twisted, “we are done when i said so, angel.”
looking in his blown out pupils, you realised that it was easy to twist a human soul apart. maybe he was a demon in disguise, hiding behind the soft smile and priesthood. but you couldn’t care anymore, not when he’s bringing heaven down on you with the way he’s fucking you.
Ok I have this brain brrrrrr moment where Toji accidently found his wife sex tape with her ex (before marriage), what would his reaction be when he watch other men dickin his wife good? Would he 'punish' her or asks to make their own?
Would be hilarious if the ex is Naoya tho just to further rile him up lol
toji wouldn't even hide it. he wants to catch you reaction so he would put it on the tv in the living room, snacks on lap, legs propped up on the desk as he waited for you to come home. that's how petty he would be. you'll be too shocked to even notice the grin he had on his face.
"is this why you told me to stay away from your closet?" he asked, wiggling the empty cd case in hand, "i'm surprised people still keep them in cd. very old school, he must've been your favourite."
you dropped your stuffs, face so pale as if you'd seen ghost, "i can explain. please just turn it off, i'm begging you." his brows jolted up in amusement, clicking the unmute button on the remote. your loud moan resonated the room as your ex penetrated you. he loves the way your face warmed up, tears pooling along your waterline and the way your lips trembled as you fell on your knees. the sheer humiliation on your face as you begged for his forgiveness.
he didn't exactly say anything after he broke the cd apart and took you out to dinner. his sudden change of mood never meant something good is about to happen and you waited for days for him to retaliate. it was a torturous couple of days of your life as he treated you so lovingly. his silence on the issue was terrifying until you came home with tripod and camera facing the bed. he was still angry as expected.
"you say you want my forgiveness," he pat his laps, head tilted sideways with deadly smile on his face. you obliged, skirt hiking up as you straddled his waist arms around his neck.
"but you told me it was okay."
he scoffed, "i said it was okay, i didn't say i forgive you, my sweet wife. i was hurt you know," he feigned his pain just as he pushed the blazer off your shoulder. he knew what you were wearing underneath and god, was he salivating over the idea of undressing you in front of the camera. "but i'm sorry," you stifled, tears pooling on your waterline, "i was going to destroy it but i forgot that it exist, it was old. we weren't together yet and i only love you, i promise."
toji probably knew you meant well, but the way you whine as you beg with his fingers undoing the little buttons only turned him on more. he didn't have to beg for you to agree to be his little co-star. oh, you went above and beyond to please him.
just exactly what he needs when he mailed a copy of a cd to your ex.
It's actually scary how accurate this is. I mean i don't even know what i want but i know i want it. You know what i mean? It doesn't make any sense i know i know
Anyone who feels like doing it you are most welcome.
sorcerer!toji x reader x cloned!toji
cw cursed spores that made toji multiples, threesome, double penetration, anal play, female & male receiving oral, spitting, public sex (?), based on this twin toji
istfg it was supposed to be a drabble but it end up being a 5k words piece. i cant get it out of my head thanks to @eru-lloyd <3 in this universe, toji and reader's third year sorcerer. if you recognize that one quote, youre awesome
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- two is better than one
it all happened too fast and too quick for you to handle. the cursed spirit had exploded after the impact of your partner's broadsword. "zenin!" you screamed, the impact sent you covering on the ground, covering your face as dusts started flying everywhere.
some of it got on your face and nose but a quick cough tickled it out. you remained cowering on the floor, feeling gust of the wind blowing through your body. whatever the cursed spirit was, the spores released were clearly the source of its power. you focused on covering your face, chin pressed to your chest.
"toji!" you called again, eyes shut in fear of the spores.
you watched a lot of horror movies, nothing good ever comes from swallowing any spores. "are you okay?" you breathed in relief to the sound of his voice echoing the hallway. "yes, yes, are you? stay there, i'll get you. are you hurt?" you sat up, on your knees as the wind dissipated. you could hear the pitter patter of his feet on the floor, closing in and in sheer excitement you opened your eyes.
your jaws hung open.
"t-toji?"
"yes?" the voices called.
you fell on your ass, eyes darting from one form to another; there are two tojis standing in front of you. you scrambled back as one of them stepped forward. you were sure that the one in black uniform is your toji but the one walking forward was the one in white outfit. you withdrew your weapon to his shock. "hey, hey put it down, don't act irrationally," he was quick to disarm you, your knife clattered on the ground into the darkness as he held you close.
"what's that, then? he looks like you." you glanced towards the other toji, who stood still in silence. when his eyes met yours, you couldn't help the noise you made as you hid behind the real toji, hanging desperately on the hem of his shirt.
"i must've inhaled the spore," he said sheepishly, a small smile on the corner of his lips where his scar sat. "it's kinda awesome don't you think?"
"no!" you exclaimed, your fist hitting his muscle was nothing to him. no reaction, no pained look on his face but your own, "we should just kill it." the hairs on your back stood up as a scowl appeared on the fake toji's face mirroring his own. it was uncanny how realistic the fake one looked. you recognized every crease on the face, the scar on his lips and his arms, the way the forehead scrunches and even the way the hair is styled.
"if the spores could copy every single detail of my body, don't you think he would recognize my stances and moves?"
you clenched on his shirt further, "then make him kill himself."
"by killing myself?"
realization hit you as a soft oh escaped your lips while your toji flicked his fingers to your forehead, a quiet stupid escaped his lips as he pulled out his phone. "stay here, i'll try and call the auxiliary manager," you shook your head vigorously, the idea of being left alone with the real toji already terrified you but alone with the clone of him made out of cursed spores, fuck no.
"i-i wanna go with you. don't leave me with him."
you were quick to reach for him, face buried in his chest and you rambled a repeated no as you grabbed a handful of his shirt. "you have too because we don't know what's going to happen if he escaped into the neighborhood nearby," he lifted you, walking a few feets until he was face to face with his clone before prying your fingers off his uniform.
real toji could hear the rapid beating of your head and how clammy your hands were on his own as he continued to reassure you that nothing would happen. "here," he pulled out a knife out of his pocket, placing it in your hands, "just stab if he does suspicious shit and call for me. you," he glanced at himself, the fake him tilted his head as if he understood toji's word, "don't harm her or i'll kill you myself."
"toji!" you cried, clenching desperately on the knife, watching him disappeared into the dark hallway.
it was unnerving. the way fake toji was staring down on you as you rested yourself against the wall, knife to your chest as you eyed him. "you're sweating," he said to your dismay. you averted your eyes, chewing the inside of your cheek as you glanced at the hallway. you would prefer for him to not speak. come back, come back faster you fucker, your mind panicked.
you startled as a hand pressed beside your head, panic surged through your blood as you pressed the knife up, the sharp blade rested on his neck as fake toji hovered over you.
"back off or i'll cut your throat, that'll shut you up."
"you're beautiful."
you could feel the lump in your throat as his words startled you. "what?" was the only thing you could mutter as you looked up to meet his eyes. if fake toji has memories of his moves and fighting ways, could he also carry a fragment of his feelings? because there's no reason this fake toji has to pin you against the wall, his fingers brushing your strays away along with the beads of sweat.
"t-toji?"
he tilted his head, a small smile played on his lips, "hmm?"
he reached your hands, which voluntarily dropped the knife down in shock as his massive hands enveloped yours. "you're shaking. should i hold you?" he asked, moving in closer. you could feel his legs brushing against yours, your hands now pressing to his chest as he invaded your space. "that's enough," you could feel his soft exhale against your forehead, his heart beating underneath your palm.
even as a clone, he's attractive.
that's when you realised. that wasn't his leg pressing against your belly. there's no possible way. you looked up and he was unfazed. "your stuff, it's pressing on me," you could feel your face warming up as you spitted the words out. like a real toji, he was unfazed, his smile grew wider instead as he leaned closer. "what stuff?" shameless just like his real counterpart, you fought the urge to roll your eyes.
"you know what i'm talking about!" you pressed on.
his nose brushed against yours as he forced your eyes on him. "actually i don't," he smirked, "what are you talking about, y/n?" you let out a satisfied huff, the way your name rolled out of his tongue is just so perfect, you could feel yourself throbbing. you, of all people, are now horny in the middle of a mission, in the middle of an abandoned building, pinned to the wall by a clone of your partner.
"stop."
he grinned, "stop what? say it then. how would i know what to stop?" his lips brushed against your cheek. your lips opened, your head's screaming no but as your lips brushed, you lost it. you don't know if real toji kissed with his eyes closed but this one does; you could see the long lashes resting against his skin, the way his brows creased a little as his lips molded itself around yours as your own shut close. your arms went around his neck, deepening the kiss as you pulled him closer.
you wanted to kiss toji so badly, the real him. but you couldn't figure out the difference of this one as his hand hoisted your legs up and around his waist. it poked you again. you hesitated, wondering if your real partner is going to return any time soon. his hand found the hem of your uniform, the button loosen one by one until his hands cupped your breasts through its confinement, one squeeze was enough to have you moaning between his kisses.
"w-we can't."
"but you want it. i want it," he said nonchalantly, pulling on the material, spilling the fleshy mound out. your nipples between his rough fingers rolling torturously, you clutched on his collar. he seemed to dislike it when you bit your lips down, looking up to him with your pleading, glossy eyes. silence is a challenge to him as he circled rougher.
"aha, i can't believe i fell for your meek scared act, you little slut."
your eyes snapped open, widened as the real toji emerged from the dark hallway. there was no hiding your compromised position, real toji basked on the view. the way your skirt hiked up, your exposed chest with his palm on it and the flushed face. "i-it's not like what you th-think i promise," you stuttered, it was hard to focus when fake toji was still rolling your sensitive bud.
"apparently when he got a boner, i do too," real toji chuckled, your eyes darted down to see how tight his crotch is looking, just as same as the fake one, "i was wondering what was happening, i can't believe you're having fun without me. put her down." the fake him obeyed, your hands quickly went up to cover your chest as your feet reached the floor.
"who told you that you could get dressed?"
the authoritative tone in his voice startled you, fingers ghosting over the button. you didn't dare to turn around, you know he's breathing down your neck as his hand pressed bare against your warm skin. "the manager is a little busy, but they'll be here in an hour," real toji whispered, his nose brushing against the shell of your ears. shudders down your spine as he tugged the uniform off your shoulder. "i can't go back like this. both of us can't. you have to help us." your breath hitched as his hand went around your neck, another tightened around your waist.
"hey, fake me. undress her bottom, let me teach you a thing or two," the real toji ordered as he held you against his chest. you watched in both horror and excitement as the clone of him knelt by your legs, your first response was to swing your feet to his face. "stop, toji this isn't funny!" you cried, trashing in his arms, "i don't want him on me! he can do it himself."
real toji rolled his eyes, his grip to your jaws tightened as he looked down into your eyes unamused by your tantrum. "you weren't objecting when he was shoving his tongue down your throat, come on. let us make you feel good okay?" this time you were kissing the real toji. the answer was no. there was no difference to when the fake one was kissing you. the way his lips fit around yours, a little tongue and a little urgency in it.
you were so lost in his kiss, his arms around your waist roaming around your breasts that you didn't realise your panties rolled down your legs so easily. relax, his lips moved against your own, a gentle reassuring squeeze on your breast didn't sooth your heartbeat as you felt warm breath on your bare cunt.
real toji couldn't help but to chuckle when you let out a loud curse as his clone's tongue laid flat on your slit, lapping it from the entrance and flicking the clit at the end. "t-toji, fuck fuck," you whined as he repeated the same motion again, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder for more access. you would've buckled down on the floor if it wasn't for both of them supporting you.
"all holes buddy, get them all wet," real toji muttered, glancing down at the eager reflection of him..
it obeyed and soon you could feel his tongue prodding your other hole, the pointy tip swirling around your wrinkled hole surprisingly felt good, especially combined with the gentle circling on your puffy clit. "a-all holes?" you asked, your fingers tensing around his wrist that was busy with her nipple.
toji kissed your cheeks, humming happily. "ever wondered how it felt to be filled up by me in all holes, baby?"
you wished you could shake your head. as your face warmed up, his grin grew wider. it was normal for everyone in jujutsu high to be crushing on him, you weren't an exception. there were nights you touched yourself at the thought of him but it was all a mindless crush. it was just a harmless thought, women have needs, that was what you always said to yourself as you buried your nose in one of his sweaters he let you borrow, legs shaking from your intense orgasm.
"you want me right?" he cooed, thumb caressing the creases of your face as it contorted in pleasure. the clone had moved back up to your clit, lips attached in shape o as the tongue lapped and prodded the bundle of nerve. despite your opened mouth, you couldn't string out a proper sentence, only a weak nod. "god, i was just waiting for the moment i could finally have you. open wider," he grinned as you opened your mouth, his spit rolled out of his lips and down on your tongue. he could feel it going down your throat.
"fuck y/n, you're so good to me, ssubmissive and so pretty i want to ruin you so fucking much," teeth clashed as he kissed you with much urgency. you clutched on his wrist, nails clawing on his skin as you let a meek whimper. "s'close, fuck,fuck fuck," your eyes shut close as you rest against his chest. fake toji held your legs wide open, no matter how much you want to squeeze it close.
"tell him what you want."
"s-suck on it faster," you cried, hips jerking as you felt pressure building on your belly, "fuck fuck, please," your words started to sound like a gargle of nonsense. with toji's cock brushing against your back, his lips on your neck, hands on your breasts and his close tongue fucking your cunt , you were delirious.
so drunk in pleasure you couldn't give a shit as you squirted out. fake toji didn't flinch, tongue still buried in your cunt, he welcomed the gush of your sweet juice while still powering through. his fingers were still circling on your clit. you let out a shrill scream as he powered through and soon it was your high crashing in. toji didn't cover your mouth, enjoying your needy scream of pleasure as you finally cum.
your thighs trembled as his clone continued to lap down your arousal.
"you're so good. does that feel good?" toji asked, showering your cheek with kisses. you were drained, your throat dried from the screaming. "n-no more," you whispered weakly, your feet pressed against the fake toji's chest trying to push him away. he motioned for the clone to stand up, you could see his face glistening with your juice as he eyed you lustfully.
"open your pants, dude, give it a quick pump," the clone was quick to discard his clothes away, to your surprise, his girthy cock sprung out. you swallowed the lump in your throat, you knew your mouth was watering as he spitted on his cock, his own hand just barely enough to wrap around his cock as he slowly pumped it like he was ordered too.
your thoughts shattered when toji chuckled, kissing your cheeks, "don't worry, we'll make it fit," the words echoed in your head as he pushed you off him. you were too exhausted to fight as your knees hit the floor. you heard the same clanking of belt and zipper undone, this time it was the real toji. but he didn't spit on it, he held it up to your lips. you could see beads of precum seeping through the slit.
you know what he wants.
he gathered your hair in his hand, a quick jerk had you nodding, bracing yourself as you welcomed his tip in your mouth. it was salty, his precum as it coated your tongue. it was impossible to fit his whole length in, you choked on your saliva multiple of times. he pinched your nose, asking you to relax repeatedly as more of his girth disappeared into your throat. you could feel your throat clenching on his tip, him a moaning mess as he jerked slowly. he was not cruel, pulling out as you gasped for air.with a mix of your drools and his precum dripped down your chin,toji mentally memorized the way you looked so fucked.
“get up,” he yanked your arms, “tell me, who do you want and where, princess?” he guided your hand around his cock, nudging you to gently rub it. a soft moan escaped his lips as he praised you for being such a good girl. but his question remained unanswered. you didn’t realise what he meant until you felt something wet pressed against the valley of your ass. you glanced to meet his reflection, his clone, rubbing his own cock against your ass. it was drowsy, feeling one lips on your shoulder and another on your cheek. four arms roaming all over your bare body, with only a skirt bunched up around your waist. one cock in your hand and another rubbing threatening along the crack.
you couldn’t decide.
“patience, buddy,” toji chuckled, “fine. lemme stretch her first, get her good and ready.”
the fake toji seemed to be frustrated that he had to wait again but was still obedient to the host. you weren’t as terrified as earlier as the fake toji hoisted you up, arms underneath your thighs to keep your pussy wide open. it didn’t stop him from rubbing his cock along your slit first, soaking his length with your arousal before continuing to rub along the valley. the real toji was slightly amused.
you felt embarrassed, to be spreaded apart by him while being preyed on by another him. toji gave himself a quick pump, a couple of slaps on your puffy clit made a squelching sound. you whined, legs tensing up as jolts of pleasure tingled throughout your body. toji knew exactly what he’s doing, his angry red tip poked through your cunt so easily, you let out a relief moan but that wasn’t the end as his girth split you apart. you swore you black out the moment his whole length slipped in, his tips kissed your cervix so pleasurable. you couldn’t stop gushing.
“look, she squirted again,” it was almost odd to see him giggling, giddy as the sight of you. with every thrust, a gush of white slipped out. you were clamping down on him, a clear mix of discomfort and pleasure in your face as you let a throaty moan. “toji, fuck, please slowly,” you whined, your thighs jerked from his tight grip, you could feel the bruise forming. “relax, princess, you’re clenching so hard. i have to go rougher if you keep clenching like that,” he cooed, feigning a concerned look on his face while his lips could not stop smirking as he kept thrusting in.
you were tight around him, it felt like he was the first one to fuck you, but he knew your exes. a sense of pride bloomed in his chest knowing that he fucked better than your others and he’s about to be the last one. no other cock would graze this wall anymore. “you’re mine, you get that?” he gripped your chin, forcing you to look up to him. you moaned eagerly and he took it as a yes. you looked pretty with only the whites visible, chest heaving up and down. beads of sweat down the side of your face, you were almost ethereal and he was almost sad to ruin it.
he nodded to the fake one, a little signal telling him that you were good to go.
you could feel something pressed against your hole. slicked in your arousal, fake toji pressed a finger in, two followed and then three against the tight ring of muscle just below your cunt. the stretch burned, you could feel the tears streaming down your cheeks as you let a soft squeaks of tojis, begging both to slow down. both ignored, busy with the idea of wanting to desperately rut in you. fake toji adjusted his hold on your fleshy ass, spreading as he continued his repeated motion, real toji pressing down on your thighs, slick stringing from your cunt to his crotch.
“i think she’s ready.”
“you think?” real toji asked.
“i want to put it in too.”
like a little kid, fake toji was getting restless. he wanted more than just his cock against your valley. he wants to feel the tightness of your muscle around his cock, making you feel so good like how his other half is doing too. you were yanked forward, arms around the real toji with your sore legs around his waist. “am i making you feel good, baby?” real toji cooed, brushing the strays away from your sweaty cheeks. he was giddy, your cunt were still clenching desperately around his length, buzzing on pleasure. you didn’t realise the fingers were gone and something had replaced it place until he was halfway in. in another way, real toji was distracting you.then it came, the stretch of your ass.
“shhh, too loud,” your loud cry was muffled with toji’s fingers heavy on your tongue. he wished he could lie and said that it wasn’t enjoyable. he could feel his other half’s hard cock gliding through the thin wall separating your insides as he nestled deep in your ass. you’re taking both of toji in you now. the feeling is exhilarating, the burn feeling replaced but the feeling of fullness, you could see him on your lower abdomen, bulging even more that another cock is in you but it was not as good as when they slowly start moving.
you were spasming in pleasure, hands on his shoulder to brace yourself as you bounced on the two cocks. fake toji was struggling, arms awkwardly grabbing desperately on your sweaty skin before settling on your bouncing tits while real toji busied himself between your legs, circling your clit to ease your discomfort.
if someone asked you what heaven is, you could only think of this.
the feeling of two cocks raking your walls deliciously in synchronised motion, hands massaging your breasts and clit and another gagging your mouth.
heaven is being fucked in all holes by toji.
your head was lolling back resting underneath his chin, eyes completely dazed and cloudy, head completely empty just thinking of the feeling of the way their cocks sliding in and out of you. drools started dripping out of the side of your lips, moans muffled by his fingers. it left soon, so real toji could nuzzle between your crook of neck, lapping and biting with fake toji following soon.
it didn’t bleed nor tickles, but it left marks along the column and your shoulders. it was like they were greedy, desperately wanting to mark you as their own. your moans were loud and echoing the hallway alternating with the sound of the cocks squelching in you. he knew by the way your clit throbbed underneath his thumb meant you’re close. your moans pitched louder, whinier as he fucked you shallowly, while fake him was jackhammering your ass. greedy and slimy, but what could you expect from a cursed spirit.
your voice were soft, chortled as every thrust knocked air out of your chest, “fuck, fuck, close.”
“you hear what she said. the little princess here wants to cum, she gets to cum,” his lips pursed forward in pleasure, continuing bouncing you up and down, role switching as real toji finally got to bottom down on you, you could grind your clit on his pelvic. the focus was fully on you and pushing you off the edge to your high. pride thrown aside as you babbled out messes, begging for him to make you cum. and toji is a sucker for a beggar.
the louder your cries were the faster and deeper he plunged in. the three of you trading moans, bodies soaked in sweats, drools and arousal, rubbing against each other. it wasn’t surprising that fake toji came first before you, spurts of cum filled up your cavity and you could feel it. with toji’s thrusts helped move your holes around his cock, milking fake toji’s cum down to the last drop.
with one down, you could finally focus on your toji. the toji jackhammering your cunt loose like it was his last supper. he growled, every time your walls clenched, slowing his thrusts down but does it stop him from slamming in? never did. your cheeks slapped against his pelvic, it left a searing pain from the repeating claps.
“you’re cumming, princess, you gonna cream on my fat cock, okay?” he mumbled, breathing heavily as he leaned to kiss you feverishly. your fingers left red marks on his shoulder, grasping the air for something to hold on to when his thrusts got faster and rougher. it was sloppy, cum and slicks dripping on the floor underneath. his words got needier and desperate, hunching over just so he could ramble in your ears of how good your cunt is taking him in.
“no one else. this cunt, it’s mine now,” he gritted his teeth.
“yes, toji, please, s’close, please i want your cum in me.”
“look at you acting like a little slut. it’s not enough to have one man cumming in you, you want mine too?”
you couldn’t help the little scoff, “does it count as one man tho?” you looked pretty when you talked back with his hand tightened around your neck. it turned you on even more and as the knot in your stomach tightened, he caught on your little games. toji hesitated, between giving you exactly what you wanted or pulling out and tugging his cock to paint your pretty face white. but you were mewling against the fake toji who’s still buried in your ass, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy. his rough thrust was like a warning, to focus your attention back to him but also a clear hint of him closing in.
“hold her,” he barked, tightening his grip to your waist.
new shift of position sent his cock raking your walls in the new spot deliciously. toji could give no fuck whether you’re slipping or sore, he will cum and will not stop until you’re gushing out of both holes.
“close, right there please,” you begged meekly, completely as his mercy. his thumb circled faster and faster as you cried out, jaw clenching as his head spinned. you came first, walls clenching around his length. god, he could cum at this point immediately as he watched your face contorted in pleasure. you stuttered something, something along the line of slow down, sore or something but toji paid no attention. it was his time, a sign for him to chase his own closing high.
with his rapid, shallow desperate thrusts, you wrapped your legs around his waist, his face buried in the crook of your neck. his bite was mean and he grunted, hands palming your sweaty back, pushing you tighter in his arms. it drew blood this time, he could feel the rapid thumping of your pulse underneath the lapping tongue of his. so caught up in pain you didn’t realise he was cumming. “fuck, toji!” your eyes widened when you realised he was pushing deep in you, you could feel him in your throat.
“you came in me,” you gasped, but he cupped your face, lips smashed desperately as his hips stuttered slowly to a full stop. “i don’t care,” he grunted. you could taste the iron on his tongue. when you pulled back, the air was different. there was no stench of cursed energy in the hallway and as expected, no more fake toji. you glanced over your shoulder where he was standing before, confusion etched on your face as you tried to reason with yourself. the only clue left was the dripping cum in your other hole, fake toji was here before. toji scoffed, pushing his sweat soaked hair back.
“don’t worry about him, we’ll find him.”
you shook your head, “i think he’s gone. i can’t sense anything.”
“huh, maybe his dying wish is to get one last fuck. who would’ve thought your ass is that powerful it could exorcist a cursed spirit,” his laugh didn’t last long as you landed your fist to his face. toji is still as annoying as ever. that was when realisation hit you both; you just fucked your partner mid mission. you mentally facepalmed yourself in sheer embarrassment before nudging on his chest.
“p-put me down.”
“yeah, sure,” toji said sheepishly.
did it stop him from whistling at the sight of the stringy white mess between your legs? not really but his lips shut the moment you glared at him. your muscle ached as you slipped your panties back on, wiping the mess as best as you could. you could still feel most of their cum deep in you and toji could see it by the way you were squirming. he draped his uniform over your frail body, a small smile on his flustered face as he led the way, your fingers laced around him.
the night remained between you both, when interrogated regarding the whereabouts of the fake toji, both of you couldn’t answer. but you had practiced the same line and excuses: “we blinked and it disappeared out of nowhere.” hard to believe but both of you weren’t punished. after all, there was no trace of the cursed spirit being alive and running around the town.
you tried your best to push the memory of that night away from your mind. it’s been weeks now. but as you heard the door unlocking, creaking open before closing, you startled in your bed. the bed shifted underneath you as you felt his arms around your waist.
“asleep?” toji asked.
you grunted, heart beating rapidly as his hands sneaked underneath your shirt, “not anymore.”
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Hi i came here for just a little peep i will return soon i promise. I wanted more than just a peep but that's okay, it's so sweet of you to tag me you two! @noritoshiikamo @lazy10ieiri i miss you guys i took the test and got Megumi. I wanted his dad though.
So as i promised i will do this at least, here is the weekly review i write for Koikimo (koi to yobu ni wa kimochi warui) - Episode 11
SPOILERS AHEAD DO NOT PROCEED ANY FURTHER IF YOU ARE NOT UPDATED WITH THE LATEST EPISODE
Episode starts with Ichika and her friends discussing which college they will join and pursue what stream. Ichika wasn't that sure about what to do so she asks what Ryo was like but Rio told how Ryo was forced by his dad to accept whatever decision he made for him. Clearly the relationship between Ryo and his dad is not at it's best as also suggested in the past episodes. Ichika discusses her confusion seeking some clarity on the topic with Ryo later on a phone call. He suggests her to follow her interests and maybe being an art curator was her thing. She does some research about that.
Also, Tamaru and Ichika hang out. He gave her some sweets for the White day. He was clearly blushing, he is so not over her. You got something there. I feel like Tamaru-kun signing up for liberal arts and Ichika taking up the stream of an art curator is some kind of clue. Like the writers are suggesting more interaction between the two and not in the friendship kind of thing but more than that. I am a little suspicious of them ending up in the same college. I won't be surprised slightest if they actually do to say the least.
Ryo's dad overheard Rio and her mom's conversation about Ryo and Ichika, her close friend. Ryo's dad confronted him or more like assumed things and that led to a heated conversation between the two. Making all of them upset.
Ryo is somewhat very upset about the fact that he doesn't get along with his father anymore. They don't have the usual father son relationship. I feel really bad for Ryo. Even though I know he must have messed up when he was young, his father is harsh on him. You can't deny that when he met Ichika at the park for flower viewing. He shared an old memory of how his father cheered him up and that shows how much he longs for things to get normal between the two. Ichika almost said I love you to Ryo but it got interrupted as Masuda san and Rio were back with their food haul. It really suprised Ryo when he realized what Ichika was going to say. For Ichika she was blushing madly. Awwww so cute these two are so cute. I ship them so hard.💕💕😁😁
From the perspective of Ryo's father, he has seen Ryo mess up before maybe? (He was a fuckboy before he met Ichika, don't come at me, it's the truth✋🏻). I don't know why Ryo was like that but there would have been some contributing factors like his dad's way of dealing with him and all. (I won't put all the blame on poor Ryo. He is going through a lot. Poor baby!🥺🥺) I guess that's why his dad is a little too harsh on him. Any parent would want the best for their child wouldn't they? They all have different ways to deal with it so🤷🏻♀️🤷🏻♀️ off course he could have done that in a better manner but you can't change how people react neither can you change the way it's affects the child.
When Ryo's father met Ichika because she came over so they (Rio and Ichika) could go shopping together. He asks her about Ryo and if he is bothering her and all. She was honest with her answer and said that he was kind and was a great help. He was delighted to hear that which was apparent with his facial expressions. He doesn't hate Ryo. He is just worried about him messing up big and regretting later, maybe that is why he checks on him. He wants him to be a good human being.
I guess Ryo and Ichika's relationship did change Ryo for good and things might get better between him and his dad as well. I hope so!🤞🏻🤞🏻🥺🥺. I was seriously so sad seeing Ryo all depressed but how happy he gets when he thinks about Ichika.🙈 God damn it has me blushing behind the screen.
The next episode title is a bit weird idk i cannot connect the dots (maybe i am way too dumb to understand?)
Only 1 episode for the season ending. Will things get better between Ryo and his dad before that? Will Ichika and Tamaru end up in the same college? Does Tamaru still love Ichika? Idk but I look forward to the next episode.
I will not be active on my tumblr blog for a few months from now on as i have to prepare for my exams. I won't be able to respond to any taggs, text messages or asks please excuse me for that. Though i will write the weekly episode review i write for Koikimo until the season ends. Only 3 more episodes to go for that so i wanna keep the habit of writing that until the very end also the fact that i will be watching that anime anyways.
I have written a Toji Fushiguro X F. Reader Nsfw oneshot fic which you can find it here.
I am really sorry. I have to give my all for this exam it's my 4th and last attempt. I want to do it right and let's hope i get for what i have been sowing for so long. This is the last promise i made to my mom and i have to do it, for her. It was slight miss in 2020 but this time i hope i will hit the target - to crack the competition and get a seat in one of the prestigious medical colleges of my country. Thank you i know you will understand. Bye for now i will be back soon i promise.
For my Moots i love you, take very good care of yourselves and i will be back to read all the wonderful stuff you have written and will write. Don't forget me you guys! I love you!💕💕 - @noritoshiikamo @nkogneatho @chososupremacy @tojisveryown @sookyshima @lazy10ieiri @chronic-claire-universe senpai!❤❤
It will be a few months from now on so like till August or September. Idk if the exams get postponed. I will update about it. It's an offline exam and in these times everything is uncertain. You never know what might happen.
Edit 1 - i forgot to write the review of Koikimo Episode 12 i am sorry. I was really busy i am so sorry. I won't make any excuses it was my fault i get it. Now it's been weeks if not a month ( i seriously don't know? I don't even know what date it is today ) so, it's no point writing it now
