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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 lazy sunday with your husband (sfw)

a/n: different this time by cornelia murr heavily inspired this and i also had a lazy sunday just no nanami :/

you wake up to light streaming through the windows, the sun kissing your face as you slowly open your eyes. kento is laying next to you, his head resting in the crook of your shoulder.

you rake through his hair with your fingers, moving gently. the gesture wakes him up and he burrows further into your skin. you weren’t surprised as kento’s always been a light sleeper.

“morning, darling.” kento whispers, his body relaxing further as you massage his scalp.

“good morning, love.” you say softly, the early morning still sinking in.

kento turns on his side to face you and reaches for your wrist as he brings it to his lips. you cup the side of his face, lightly grazing your thumb over the apple of his cheek. kento closes his eyes, leaning into your touch.

“could we stay like this a bit longer?” he requests as you feel his voice send vibrations against your wrist.

you subtly smile at his sudden clinginess and nod in response. he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and breathing in the sweet scent of your hair.

“you’re so soft…” kento whispers. “so beautiful, i can’t believe i’m lucky enough to be your husband.” he runs his hands over your thighs, letting the heat transfer to his palms.

you smile as he praises you. kento was ever the gentleman, and always made sure you never lacked a thing. every day, he’d wake up at 5:30 sharp, finish his shower at 6, suit on by 6:15, and a goodbye kiss from you at 6:30.

his schedule never faltered, even when you’d beg in a half-asleep daze for him to stay in bed with you. and it wasn’t like he didn’t want to, god he wished he could, but he had to maintain a constant. he believed that if he failed at maintaining that, he could not fulfill his duties as your husband.

all kento wanted was to retire early, whisk you away to a nice beach house in malaysia, and spend the rest of his days there. but for now, this would work just fine. your glowy skin was his sun, your laugh just as refreshing as the cool waves, his version of the sand being the heat of your thighs. this was exactly where he wanted to be.

“ken, what are you thinking about?” you ask, noticing his much more relaxed expression.

“nothing much, my love.” he gives a warm smile, setting your conscious at ease. “are you hungry yet?”

“yeah, but i don’t want to get up.” you say, melting as he continues caressing your thighs. your press your ear to his chest and listen to his heartbeat, the cotton of his shirt separating you from his skin.

kento chuckles softly at your statement and kisses your forehead before releasing himself from your touch and rising from the bed. “i’ll make breakfast, you stay in bed, alright?”

the cold air hits the skin he previously held and leaves you bare. you nod in response, watching as he stretches, his sleep shirt raising. he heads into the kitchen, his hair tousled from your hands.

five minutes pass, and you already feel restless without him. begrudgingly, you get up from bed and peek into the kitchen, watching him effortlessly move from the counter to the stove, cooking with immaculate precision.

kento senses your presence and speaks, “would you like to come watch or stay there?” a smile growing across his face as he never takes his eyes off the pan, eggs sizzling with urgency.

you smile bashfully, making your way over to him as you peer over his biceps to look at what he’s making. as you observe, kento admires you for a second, noticing the light in your eyes as you purse your lips.

kento swiftly ducks down and kisses your nose, catching you off guard. “ken!” you giggle, wiping his kiss off.

“you would wipe my love off of your skin?” he claims, a mock hurt expression displayed on his gorgeous face.

“i’m sorry, baby. here,” you say as you raise your feet to press a soft peck on his nose.

a warmth fills the two of you, making kento smile. “thank you, sweetheart. now go sit, i’ll be done soon.”

you oblige and sit down on the couch, turning the tv on to a calm show. soon enough, kento walks over with two plates of a classic breakfast: eggs, bacon, and hash browns.

“thank you, ken.” you say as he leans down to give you a quick kiss, sitting next to you on the couch.

—

the two of you finish breakfast, plates on the coffee table as you’re cuddled up on his side. he’s stroking your hair as you watch the tv. kento, on the other hand, is watching you. he finds everything about you beautifully intricate, but he especially loves when you’re fully relaxed. your heartbeat slows and your hand always manages to find his hip, drawing small lines across his skin.

“darling.” he murmurs, careful not to disturb your current state.

“yes?”

he pats his lap, gesturing for you to sit. “come here.”

you question the sudden action, but sit on his lap anyway. immediately, he pulls you closer, his hand resting on the curve of your ass. you lay comfortably as he begins to kiss the spot behind your ear, trailing down to your neck.

you close your eyes as he soothes you. while he’s busy peppering you with his kisses, you begin talking about random topics.

“you know, i learned the other day that pandas poop like 40 times a day. isn’t that insane?”

kento hums against your skin, letting you know he’s still listening.

a few minutes later, you’re talking about a cute video of a baby you saw on tiktok, laughing about its expression.

“it was so funny, ken. i have to show it to you later.” you remark.

“kento?”

“hm?”

“what do you think about children?”

for the first time in around 30 minutes, kento lifts his face from your neck and looks directly into your eyes.

“are children something you desire?” he asks with unwavering softness, not wanting to reject nor push the idea of children to you.

you think for a moment, “well, i wouldn’t mind having kids, but i don’t necessarily feel a need to have them either. i was wondering about your opinion on them.”

kento hums, taking in your answer. “i see. if you would like to have children, i’m more than willing. if you would not, i’m perfectly content.”

you smile, pressing a kiss to his lips. “that was sweet.”

he looks down at you, hazel eyes gleaming with adoration. “the burden of carrying a child would be yours, so the decision should rest with you and what you want.” he pauses, “granted, you would look stunning with my child in you.”

you beam and he moves closer to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. you kiss him back, his hand traveling to the small of your back, subtly inching you closer to him.

you smile against his lips, his chuckle reverberating throughout your mouth. he pulls away, laughing against your neck.

the two of you aren’t quite laughing at anything in particular, but the feeling resonates within both of you, continuing your shared laughter.

in this moment, kento knows he doesn’t need to be in malaysia, or the beach, or anywhere else. he’s perfectly content being wherever you are, and you feel the same.

the bed remains unmade, dishes unwashed. the afternoon sun peers through the living room windows and shines on the two of you, sealing this perfect moment.

a/n: i meant to post this yesterday…

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since when was it okay to bash writers based off of the content they make or the way they write?

i’m personally pretty new to tumblr, but in the short few months i’ve been active, i’ve experienced so many amazing works and kind writers who don’t deserve a fraction of the things being said about them.

the burn book page that @/tojioffline has started is immature and defeats the entire purpose of this platform. what’s supposed to be a safe space for people to write and express themselves and their ideas has turned into a petty and judgmental environment.

if you have a problem with a writer or their content, all you have to do is block them, but in no way is it okay to bring down people that have already been brave enough to put themselves out there and share their work.

the fact that some people believe it’s okay to harass writers or send death threats is beyond me and should not be normalized. it’s okay to dislike something/someone, it’s NEVER okay to threaten their safety or make public, childish gossip just because they don’t align with your own preferences.

i urge anyone who sees this to report @/tojioffline for bullying and please, please support any writers you come across.

(in light of all this, here are some of my personal fav blogs)

@yailuxe @kill3ill @kashun @aquasprings @fireflyschiikawa @megumour @eqlipze @rini-yaki @tteokdoroki @fricks @angelocyeanic @petalflvr @tonycries @sixxels @starspenxcie @mieleism @getopilleds @polaroidsex @honeysucklewatr @sweethearticism @screampied @satoyesha @aspinny @creamkissed @hushkuna @liahcharms @revolvingsaturn @eclipsehashira @rawkuna @indiewritesxoxo @lapsizedgf @mimikissies

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 higuruma headcanons as your utterly devoted husband (sfw)

a/n: can you tell that i like jjk men as husbands…

inspo: @animatedwhimsy on tiktok

husband!higuruma who watches you intently as you sway in the kitchen, wearing his hoodie from law school, the hem hovering over your thighs. you grab bowls and mix ingredients together as the smell of cinnamon travels throughout your home. he smiles as you look over at him and beam, beckoning him over. what you don’t notice is the small glass bowl on the edge of the counter, accidentally knocking it over with your elbow as you step towards him.

husband!higuruma who flinches at the sound of the glass shattering, immediately reaching out to cover your body from any stray shards. he does a once-over of your body and makes sure that you haven’t hurt yourself. you quickly apologize and scramble to pick the pieces up, but your husband stops you and softly tells you to continue your baking while he sweeps up the glass, making sure you don’t have to worry about a thing.

husband!higuruma who comes home late from work one day, utterly exhausted and barely able to move his feet. he notices you on the couch and mutters out a soft, “i’m home.” you’re already up at his voice and quickly get up to welcome him home. you smile up at him and give him a kiss. “hey baby, how was your day?” you ask, gently picking a stray eyelash off his cheek.

husband!higuruma who’s hollow eyes soften around the edges for you, a hint of a smile growing. he envelopes you in a hug and breathes in your scent, his stress melting away with every passing second. he drops his bag on the floor and drapes his coat over a chair as he brings you to the couch so that he can fully embrace your presence.

husband!higuruma who comes home uncharacteristically early on a friday, his usual calm, soft features hardened by the stress of work. he gives you a gentle peck on the lips to greet you as you cook dinner, the soft sizzling calming his mind for a second. he heads to your shared room to change out of his clothes and take a much-needed shower, but his body feels stuck to the comforting feel of the covers.

husband!higuruma who is half-asleep by the time you come to check on him, his tie loose and his collar undone as he's splayed on the bed, laying on top of the duvet. you walk over and gently shake his shoulders, whispering for him to wake up. when he slowly comes to, you help him take off his suit and drag him to the bathroom where you proceed to run a bath and wash his hair, shampoo bubbles escaping every time you squeeze the bottle.

husband!higuruma who doesn't mind when you wake him up in the middle of the night. quite frankly, he loves it when you do. he doesn't consider himself a sadist or anything, but the feeling of having you in his arms, thumbing tears away from your skin, it was immaculate. you often had nightmares, and he'd let you cry in his arms forever if you needed it.

husband!higuruma who often comes home and ends up in a 45-minute rant about the prosecutor he went against in court, claiming none of the things he said had any correlation and that the judge was probably corrupt. you listen intently as he runs his hands through his hair repeatedly — a tell-tale sign that he's annoyed. when he's not messing with his hair, he massages your feet as you lay across the couch.

husband!higuruma who loves weekends where both of you will cozy up on the couch, your head resting in the crook of his neck as your soft breathing tickles his nape. he'll be reading a book, resting it on your back. occasionally, he'll push his reading glasses up and glance over to you, just to make sure you're okay. it's never something the two of you could get sick of, the comfort of skin-to-skin contact rising above all else.

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 babysitting and smoking blunts (nsfw)

inspiration | bg music

it’s a warm day, the heat of summer overlapping with the coolness of autumn as you find yourselves in the transition between the two seasons.

sukuna’s nephew, yuji, is babbling as he sits on the soft carpet of sukuna’s living room, playing with the small toy cars you gifted him a few weeks ago.

you’re sitting on sukuna’s couch, lounging with your legs bent up. he’s in front of you, facing the tv as he rests his arms behind his head.

natural light beams through the windows and shines on your faces as sukuna can’t help but acknowledge the peace of the moment. it’s rare for yuji to be this calm, and for you to be so content.

“you all good?” sukuna questions.

you tilt your head in confusion and reply, “i’m perfectly fine. why you asking?”

“just checkin’ in. thought you might be mad at me for somethin’ i didn’t know i did.” he shrugs, looking back at the tv.

your mouth curls into a small smile as roll your eyes, no real heat behind the action. “do i talk that much for you to be worried when i don’t speak?”

“i mean… kinda.” sukuna says, a bit quieter as to not irritate you.

you scoff and sit up to see his face. “say that again?”

sukuna smirks and lets out a breathy chuckle. “hell nah. i ain’t giving you more reason to cuss me out. especially in front of the kid.”

you look down at yuji, watching him entertain himself with the plethora of toys surrounding his area.

immediately, your demeanor shifts into something sweeter, sharing the sentiment sukuna had felt earlier.

“he’s the cutest thing i’ve ever seen.” you say, melting at the sight of the 2 year old in front of you.

“he’s really not all that.” sukuna grumbles, seemingly upset that you held yuji to a higher regard than him.

“aww, it’s okay sukuna, you’re way cuter than him.” you say in a honeyed tone, mocking sukuna.

“yeah! yeah!” yuji giggles, picking up on the conversation.

sukuna groans and drags his palm down his face. “both of you fucking suck.”

“watch it. you don’t want him to start repeating that with jin.” you glare.

“speaking of jin, he should be on his way soon.” sukuna says as he checks his phone to see if his brother texted him.

“dada coming?” yuji perks up.

“yeah baby, your dad’s gonna be here soon.” you smile as you get off the couch to go sit with him on the floor.

yuji crawls into your lap and grabs your cheeks with his chubby fingers. you laugh gently, bouncing the toddler on your legs, his laughter echoing throughout the cozy apartment.

sukuna subtly watches the two of you, admiring how good you look with a kid. he raises his phone a bit and takes a picture, effortlessly catching the most breathtaking angle of the moment.

he puts his phone back on his lap and goes back to watching tv, ignoring the warm flutter in his chest. this feels foreign. sukuna’s felt like this for months, craving your soul, your body, your heart. he simply can’t ignore it.

the doorbell rings, snapping sukuna out of his thoughts. he gets up to open the door only to see his brother in front of him. “oh, jin, hey.”

you look up from playing with yuji and notice jin and sukuna chatting. “yuji, your dad’s here!”

“i no wanna go. wanna stayyy.” yuji whines.

jin peeks past sukuna and sees his kid. “yuji! come on, we gotta go home. leave auntie alone, okay?”

yuji pouts and crosses his arms, almost melting jin’s resolve. you pick the toddler up and rest him on your hip as you walk over to the door. he glares at you as you pass him over to jin, but doesn’t resist. jin pats his back and smiles. “i’ve got cookies in the car for you, bub!”

yuji immediately perks up and turns his head to you and sukuna. “bye bye!!”

the three of you laugh at his quick mood change and you wave goodbye to yuji as sukuna closes the door.

the air shifts and you look back at sukuna. he stares down at you with a tinge of awkwardness. in all the years you had known him, never once has he looked so unsure.

“i’m gonna roll one, you wanna join?” sukuna asks, hoping it would make you stay longer.

you pause at the question then agree. “yeah, sure.” you say as you sit down on the couch, reverting back to your original position.

—

sukuna runs his tongue along the edge of the wrap and seals it gently, passing you your share. you take it from him, holding it between your index and middle finger.

sukuna holds the roll to his lips and inhales, “you look good like this.” he says mindlessly, thin smoke curling out of his mouth as he leans his head back off of the arm of the couch, mimicking your position.

“like what?” you smile, staring at the ceiling. you close your eyes as the bass of the instrumental settles in your chest, exhaling.

“peaceful. i wanna make you feel like that.” sukuna mutters, his pride wafting away with every drag he takes.

“you already make me feel peaceful.” you retort.

“not as much as i’d like to.”

“how much would you like to?”

that seems to change something within him, sitting up to look at you directly. “with my entire being.“

you’re caught off guard and pause at how sincere he seems. “sukuna, you’re getting sappy.”

“i’m deadass. i just- shit, i like you. the fuck i gotta do to prove it?” he says the last sentence with mock confidence, his flushed cheeks giving him away.

“you’re high. you’re just saying shit you don’t mean, sukuna.” you state as if it was an obvious fact.

“the hell? what are you not getting, woman? it doesn’t matter if i’m high or not, i don’t say shit i don’t mean. you know that better than anyone.” he claps back, irritation flaring within him.

you stare in shock, not knowing how to react to his certainty. “kiss me then. kiss me right now if you’re being honest about this shit.” you say with full confidence he wouldn’t do it.

oh, how wrong you were.

the next thing you feel is his mouth crashing against yours, moving with fervor. at least, that’s what you expected to feel. sukuna’s lips are uncharacteristically gentle, kissing you softly yet securely. the hovering weight of his body is intense, his hand gripping your waist. he flips your positions with ease, placing you on his lap, never once breaking the kiss.

you lean into his body naturally, your bodies fitting together perfectly. his hand rests in the small of your back as he slips his tongue into your mouth, tasting the shared earthiness. the music is still playing in the background as the sound of instruments flow through your bodies, slowing the pace of the kiss as it eventually ends.

the two of you sit in the moment, the air charged with your combined body heat. you lay your head on his shoulder with a hand laying on his lower chest as he circles his thumb over your thigh, other hand resting atop your head. your heartbeats thump at the same beat, providing an intimacy you couldn't shake.

“you believe me yet?” he speaks, his voice husky, from the blunt or from the kiss, you didn’t know.

“…yeah.”

a/n: biggest thanks to @scrumptious_chowder on tiktok for the idea 🥹🥹

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 comforting your husband after a tiring day (sfw)

a/n: not proofread & i need satoru

it was well past eleven, your eyelids drooping further with every passing minute as you waited for satoru to come home.

the tv was on some news channel you didn't really care about, all the cozy lamps in your living room were turned on, and the dinner you had made was sitting on the stovetop. all that was missing was your husband.

as frustrated and lonely as you are, you didn't have it in you to be mad at satoru, because you understood his job. and you understood that as a sorcerer, getting home on time isn't the priority, staying and keeping others alive is.

you were well aware he was the strongest; renowned across japan for his skills, but part of you still worried for his safety.

while you're drowned in your thoughts, you hear the lock to the door click, a tall shadow peering into the hallway as satoru walked through.

you snap out of your half-asleep trance and watch as your husband takes his shoes off and drops his keys into the drawer.

"'toru, hey baby." you say quietly as you stand up from the couch and walk towards him.

taking off his blindfold, satoru visibly softens at the sight of you as the cold glint in his eyes disappears. "hey," he whispers as he pulls you into a hug, nuzzling his head into your shoulder. "missed you tons."

"missed you too, the house felt extra empty today." you reply, running your hands through his silver strands as he relaxes against you. "how was your day?"

you feel satoru tense again, his breathing halting for a second. "fine."

you pull your hands away from his hair and look into his dizziying eyes. "don't lie to me. what happened?”

your husband's eyes suddenly start to glisten, tears forming in the corners, threatening to fall out. you hold his face in your hands as he leans into your touch. "i'm just tired. megumi's blaming himself for not being able to prevent yuji's so-called death. don't have it in me to keep it from him much longer." he sighs. "on top of that, the higher-ups are pressing me for information about yuji that i can't give, or else they'll actually kill the kid."

you furrow your brows, reminded of megumi's nature. apart from satoru, you were the only one who knew about itadori's fake death.

"my baby. i'm sorry you have to go through all this." you coo, pressing kisses to his forehead.

satoru hums and pulls you in closer to him. "more..."

you peck the corner of his mouth and whisper against his skin. "you need to eat. i made some pasta, i'll reheat it while you take a shower, okay?"

"can't you come with me?" satoru's crystal blue eyes seem to have dimmed a bit, but still brimming with enthusiasm at the thought of showering with you.

you're not one to deny your husband, especially when he's already had such a tiring day. you smile softly and nod. "alright, i'll run a bath then."

—

the two of you are in the bathroom, satoru eyeing you as you peel layer after layer of clothes off. eventually, you're completely bare and your husband cannot stop staring.

"why are you looking at me like that?" you say, mouth curling into a smirk.

you expect some witty response from satoru, but he stays silent. he gazes at your body, eyes trailing down, then back up, then down again. it wasn't lustful or needy, it was admiration.

"'toru?" you furrow your brows, concern etched in every feature.

"you're so beautiful," he begins, tears brimming at the corners of his bright eyes. "i just-- i can't believe you do all this for me. i don't tell you how lucky i am to have you as much as i should."

your concern quickly turns into something more sentimental. "you show it, baby. that's enough for me." you reassure him.

he smiles slightly and gestures for you to go in first. you dip into the tub, and he follows, settling between your legs.

satoru leans his head back between your breasts and closes his eyes as you start talking to him about random things. how your day went, a cat you saw outside, you talk about everything and anything.

you massage shampoo into his scalp, satoru's tension instantly lifting. as you're retelling stories, you remember something funny and laugh, making him smile contently.

it was simply impossible for him to have a bad day when he got to come home to you.

a/n: dude i'm tired asf but i need to post... maybe i'll make a longer ver? also higuruma coming soon 👀👀👀👀

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 stress-free (nsfw)

a/n: my longest work yet 😳😳 so sorry for da wait i was juggling writing this and studying for finals next week

inspo: @oglexistar on tiktok

toji is sitting alone on the couch, his legs spread wide open with one hand changing the channels on the tv, the other holding a cold can of beer.

it's a slow day for him, there were no missions nor shiu randomly texting him an address and a time. toji was relaxed, basking in sunlight from the large living room window.

unbeknownst to your boyfriend, you were having the worst week of your life. you worked the typical 9-5 at a law firm, so being busy or files building up weren't uncommon, but this week specifically was unleashing absolute hell on you.

some big-shot businessman had a civil lawsuit against him, and since that was your firm's specialty, it went to your team. the only problem was that you were the only one actually doing any work. all the files somehow got passed on to you.

paperwork that didn't make sense to someone else? it went straight to you.

in all your frustration about your coworkers, you accidentally missed some documents for processing, and your boss caught it immediately.

instead of pulling you into his office or even sending you an email, your boss yelled at you in front of the entire floor. the humiliation and outrage flooded your body, no other choice but to stand there with your head bowed down as you took the fall for your team.

as if all that wasn't enough, one of your coworkers (who isn't even on your team??) has been lingering around you constantly, trying to disguise his intentions of having a workplace romance as thoughtfulness.

he's asked you out more times than you could count, and you've politely denied him every. single. time.

of course, he didn't get the hint, so you reported him to HR and expected it to end there.

it did not end there.

HR only sent you an email, dismissing everything you said and making excuses for your coworker.

so here you are, standing outside your apartment door with tears in your eyes, turning the key in the lock.

it's safe to say that you're beyond done with the day and the only thing you had left to look forward to was your boyfriend.

you walk inside, closing the door behind you as you take off your shoes.

a soft, "hey." is all you can manage to get out before you look up and see toji walking towards you, enveloping you in his arms.

"it was too quiet without you today." he murmurs, resting his chin atop your head. his warm hands run under your blouse, soothing your cold skin. "what's wrong, babe, hm? talk to me."

unable to contain yourself, you burst into tears. you go on and on about all the terrible things that happened to you over the course of the week, your voice breaking as you struggle to keep your composure.

small sniffles turn into hiccupping sobs as toji stays quiet and strokes your head, wrapping his free arm tightly around you.

the two of you stay that way for a while as he gently rocks you side to side. once your tears start to slow, toji whispers softly to you.

"alright, sweetheart, you're gonna be just fine." you look up at him with teary eyes, nodding slowly.

he tenderly wipes the lingering tears from your cheeks and presses a kiss to your forehead. "i'ma take care of you tonight, ‘kay?"

"okay..." you reply. a part of you is shocked at toji's demeanor and how soft he's being with you.

he releases you from his hold and gives you a quick peck on the cheek before he walks over to the fridge and starts preparing dinner.

"take a seat, mama. i'll be done soon,” he begins, going back and forth from the stovetop to your shared bedroom. “jus’ lemme get the chores done while the pasta boils."

you take a seat on the couch and lay back, enjoying this newfound calm. you rest your eyes for a bit, letting time pass.

you slip into a light slumber, the sound of your slow breathing filling the room.

by the time toji's done with everything, he sees you on the couch and smiles.

he walks over to you and kisses your cheek, then harmlessly bites it. you wake up from the sudden sensation and look around quickly.

toji laughs then pulls you up to your feet. "dinner's ready, come eat."

you go to the bathroom and wash your hands. as you rinse the soap off, you look at yourself in the mirror and smile softly, blushing at the thought of toji dropping everything to care for you.

you exit the bathroom and sit down at the small dinner table, where a plate of struggling alfredo pasta lies.

toji sits in front of you, a bashful expression on his face. "i'm not a cook, ya know that."

"i do," you chuckle, taking a bite. "it's really not bad though, baby. thank you."

toji simply hums in approval and begins to eat. the two of you start chatting about various topics, whether it be a dumb story from one of his missions or cute animal you saw on a walk.

as the conversation progresses, toji notices your expression starting to lift, observing the way your shoulders relax and how the tension slowly leaves your body.

you're about to finish your food when you look up and see toji staring at you. "...do i have something on my face?"

he shakes his head and his mouth curls into a small grin. "nah, just lookin' at ya. you an' your pretty fuckin' face."

you roll your eyes playfully and smile. "yeah, thanks toji." you say as you take your last bite.

"all done?" toji says, taking your plate and placing it on top of his.

"mhm. it was good, thank you baby." you beam, standing up from your seat.

toji shrugs and puts the dishes in the sink. "anytime. also, i'm 'bout to run a bath for you, so go get undressed, alright?"

you perk up at the idea of a nice, warm bath waiting for you. "a bath? toji, you don't have to do that..."

"i know." he says as he washes the plates. "i want to. and i can tell you want it too, so go."

your heart melts, tears threatening to spill out once again. "you're the best. really, toji." you hug him from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist.

toji feels your arms embrace him, and he turns off the water, then turns around to hug you fully. he peppers kisses all over your face, ending it off with a kiss to your lips. "now go, you keep distracting me." he smirks.

you grin and happily walk off to your shared bedroom. once you're inside, you start undressing, feeling lighter every time another article of clothing comes off.

you hear the water running and wrap a towel around your body, walking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.

once you enter the bathroom, you see a bath waiting for you with the fancy bath salts inside. a candle of your favorite scent is lit up nearby, basking the room in a warm, cozy glow.

discarding your slippers and towel, you slowly sink into the tub. the water is at a perfect temperature, gracefully swallowing your body.

you close your eyes and get ready to relax, but before you get the chance, you hear a slow creeeak of the door opening.

you turn your head, and there stands your beefy boyfriend in nothing but a short towel around his waist. "what are you doing?" you ask, clearly not picking up whatever he was trying to do.

"oh," he scratches his neck, a mischievous grin spreading as his thin scar stretches across his lips. "i thought we could enjoy bath time together."

you look at him for a second, dumbfounded, but then shrug. "okay."

before the word even leaves your mouth, toji drops the towel where he stands and walks towards you, his mouth-watering stature on full display.

you swallow, the sight of him enough to have your thighs clench together.

"what, you like the view or somethin'?" toji mutters behind you as he gets inside the bathtub, firmly lifting your body above the water so you can lay on him.

"i'm savoring it." you reply, quickly silenced by toji's hands roaming across your body gently, caressing every curve.

you melt into his arms as he continues, burying his mouth into the side of your neck, whispering to you.

"y'know, most people would've quit. i sure as hell would've." he mumbles, a hand roaming over your waist and hips.

the other hand massages your shoulder. "but you? you’re strong, baby. stronger than anyone i've ever met."

you chuckle softly, leaning your head further against his chest, not taking his words seriously despite the way they touched you.

"i mean it." he says gruffly, turning your head so that he can look you in the eye. "don't know what kinda man i'd be without you. an' i never wanna find out."

something about the way he says that hits you. his tone, the look of certainty in his eyes — the passion. "you won't ever have to find out."

he smiles against your skin, pressing kisses to the sensitive spot behind your ear. his soft kisses run down to your neck, then stay at your shoulders.

toji's hand roams over your thigh, the other cupping your breast and massaging it, your nipple slowly pebbling between his fingers.

you melt in his arms as your shoulders droop and you tilt your head back to give him better access.

his hands keep working your body, no part left untouched. in between his kisses, he'll mutter sweet encouragements that seem uncharacteristic, but fit his personality exactly.

"you dominate everything you do, baby. strongest woman i ever met."

"everyone in that office wishes they could do half the shit you do. fuckass supervisor doesn't know what the hell he's doing, talkin' to you like that."

"shoulda called me. i would've beat the shit outta him."

you smile lazily at that. "exactly why i didn't call you."

as soon as you're about to completely let go, you feel toji's hands trail lower and lower, tracing soft circles on your inner thigh.

"you really are strong, you know that? don't want you to think i'm messin' around." toji begins. "on top of dealing with work, you've got your own personal issues..." he trails off.

his warm breath tickles your ear before he dips down and nibbles lightly on it. "then you gotta deal with me."

toji keeps one hand circling your thigh, but brings the other up to your hip, kneading the skin there.

you sigh, not out of exhaustion, but out of how appreciated you feel. "baby, i'm not that resilient. you talk as if i'm some superhero." you close your eyes, nuzzling into his chest. "as much as i'd like to be, i'm just not there yet. it's okay."

"no, you are.” he says, his voice huskier and charged with something you can't exactly put your finger on.

"it's me who's weak, mama. can't fuckin' resist you."

he's interrupted by the sound of your unexpected moan as two thick, padded fingers slip inside you.

immediately, you grab the side of the tub, his fingers draaagging with a slow, purposeful pace.

"mmf, riight there, baby." you say, your voice taking a higher pitch.

toji uses his free hand to run up and down your thigh, keeping a firm grip.

as he continues, his gaze grows more focused, the veins in the back of his hand bulging. you feel the evidence of his arousal pressed against your lower back, already leaking with pre.

his pace increases, unrelenting, plunging his fingers in and out of you as your moans grow whinier, indicating that you were close.

you grow needy, bucking your hips in sync with his calloused fingers, trying to meet in the middle.

he keeps the pace steady, but firm. his other hand that was previously on your thigh comes up to your clit and circles around it tantalizingly.

you jolt, a heat crawling up your spine as you become more and more frantic.

in the midst of it all, toji leans down to whisper in your ear again. "so wet. this all for me?"

without hesitation, you rise on your knees and turn around to face him. you're flushed, chest heaving as you try to regain your composure. "that's cus we're in the bathtub, stupid." you say between gasping breaths.

toji deflates a bit at the sudden withdrawal of your slick warmth, looking down at his pruned fingertips. he then looks up at you with a sly smirk, his signature thin scar stretching across his lips. "nah, you're wetter than the water."

your face scrunches into a dumbfounded expression. "toji, that's not even scientfically accurate."

he scoffs. "you cumming on my fingers is about to be scientifically accurate. come here."

you inch towards him, still on your knees. he re-emerges his fingers and doesn't bother restarting the pace, reaching deeper than before.

you close your eyes, sinking down onto him as he curls his fingertips just right, making your knees go weak.

toji could honestly cum at the sight of this alone. his hardworking, gorgeous girlfriend getting a much-deserved break on his fingers was the most heavenly sight.

impulsively, toji winds his free hand back and smacks your ass, a crisp thwack! echoing throughout the bathroom.

your cheeks flush, and you attempt to avoid eye contact, trying to ignore how much that turned you on.

toji takes his fingers out and grabs your cheeks, smushing your lips together. his grip is enough to keep you in place, but not enough to hurt. "don't look away from me. wanna see your pretty face, hm?"

you nod, unable to get any coherent words out. in desperation, you move backwards and lower your hips onto his muscled knee.

he simply watches you, leaning his head back as if this was a show, clearly meant for his eyes only.

you start rocking back and forth, your slick coating his knee as the water sways around you.

toji lets a groan slip, his boner becoming unbearable as it stands straight up, pre-cum leaking down his shaft and mixing with the water in the tub.

you move faster, feeling the bone roll over your clit perfectly each time. the water starts swishing, spilling out of the tub.

just as you're close, toji grabs your waist and pulls you towards him, sitting up straight.

"you're so beautiful." he whispers huskily before aligning his tip with your entrance. "look how weak you make me,” he says, kissing your breasts repeatedly. “how pathetic i get for you."

with that, he sinks inside with one swift thrust, knocking the air out of you.

the drag of his bulging veins against your walls drives you insane, each slow thrust making you grow needier.

toji kisses your neck, wrapping an arm around your waist as he strokes the skin there for your comfort.

each time you sink down on him, the tears threaten to spill. eventually, you lose control and the tears fall one by one.

toji slows down and wipes the tears from your eyes, subtle concern filling his features.

your gentle tears turn into hiccuping sobs as toji completely stops, hugging you as close to his chest as he can while remaining inside you.

"i'm sorry, toji." you whisper into his skin. "i really wanted to be as strong as you think i am, but i just can't. i can't today. i don't know what's wrong."

toji smiles softly. "hey, all good. don't stress, baby, that's the whole point of this.” he cups your face with one hand, running his thumb across your cheek. “i got you."

still just as hard, toji slowly picks up the pace again. you fully lean against him as he kisses your jaw, then your lips, encapturing you in a passionate kiss.

he's bucking frantically in you, simultaneously deepening the kiss. your tongues swirl around each other, swallowing the other whole.

most of the water is on the bathroom floor as your moans grow. the vibration of your sounds travel down toji's spine and his pace increases instantly.

you attempt to get off, the sensation growing too strong.

before you get the chance, he holds your hips down, fucking into you relentlessly. "don't run now. you're gonna take allll of this."

"tojiii..!" you moan, clenching around him as you feel your high coming again.

"almost there, baby. you're doing so well for me." he grunts, thrusting powerfully one last time, reaching deep inside you.

his seed releases inside you, the warmth filling every crevice inside you, making you cum soon after.

you whimper, clenching uncontrollably, as if trying to keep him inside you. toji kisses your collarbone and moves down, licking your sensitive nipples.

he kisses the area around your breasts, then raises his head and kisses your forehead, letting you collapse on his chest.

the two of you stay like that for a bit as you listen to his racing heartbeat.

he strokes your hair tenderly and looks down at you. "how you feelin'?"

you smile against his skin. "stress free."

"good," he says, lifting himself up as he drains the water. toji then squeezes body wash into his hands, spreading it across his palms. "now just lay down and let me take care of everything else."

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 your photographer has a sort of... kinky love (nsfw)

inspo: @scrumptious_chowder on tiktok

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you were beyond irritated. you had two back-to-back photoshoots, both of which would not have your favorite photographer present.

choso.

you had met choso a while back when you were just starting out, and to this day, you had never met such an effortlessly talented photographer.

the intimacy his pictures held were never successfully recreated by anyone else, leading you to only do photoshoots where choso was present.

unfortunately, you had learned that choso hadn't checked into work yet, which upset you beyond words.

every other photographer took dull, lifeless pictures. ones that never encapsulated emotion or expression. if it was for a lingerie shoot, they captured lust and branding. if it was for sunglasses, they focused precisely on shading and perspective.

what you admired about choso was his way to incorporate emotion in every single photo. you always managed to feel something, no matter how basic the item or clothing could be.

what you didn't know was that his goal was to capture you, not whatever product you were promoting. your essence and your soul, in every photo. he truly believed you were ethereal, that emotion bleeding into his camera as he took photos of you. choso felt real kinky love for you, even if he didn't fully realize it.

—

you arrive to the set, ready to be fully let down by whatever half-assed photographer your agent had chosen, but there you saw choso. he was standing by the snack table, adjusting settings on his camera. his dark hair let loose and resting right above his shoulders.

your eyes light up at seeing him, a grin growing across your face as you make your way over to where he's standing.

you tap his shoulder and he turns around swiftly, a startled look on his face.

"hey, i thought you wouldn't show up today." you smile softly.

choso quickly relaxes at the sight of you and smiles back. "yeah, missed my train this morning."

you tilt your head in concern. "rough night?"

"uh, yeah, you could say that." he mumbles, avoiding eye contact with you as he fiddles with his camera.

how could he possibly explain that his 'rough night' was going through every photo he had of you, re-editing, and maaaybe the occasional jerk-off to one of your more provocative shoots.

you peek over his hand to look at the photos in his camera, gently nudging his arm. "are these the photos from the last shoot?"

he hums in response. "yeah, i haven't edited them yet though."

"you wouldn't mind if i came over sometime and went over the photos with you, right?" you ask, hopefully waiting.

choso clears his throat at the unexpected question. "you really want to see the editing process?"

you nod, "yeah, it would be cool. like a mini date."

a blush creeps across his face. “that would be nice.”

—

your current photo shoot is for a swimsuit brand, and the two-piece hugs your body in the best places.

you lie down on your stomach, resting your head on your folded arms as choso eyes you, mentally mapping out the best angles. as you switch to different positions, choso follows, snapping photos quickly but thoughtfully.

the director announces a break and you put on a robe, chatting with your agent.

watching from afar, choso watches how you move with grace, your laughter igniting something within him.

he walks over to you, wearing a gentle smile. “i, uh, thought you might wanna see the photos i have so far.”

“ooh, i would love to see,” you say as he stands beside you.

as the two of you skim through photos, choso looks over at you to see your reactions. you nod your head in approval, pointing out the pictures you especially love.

“see, this is why i only trust you to take my photos, choso.” you say, satisfied with his work.

“i’m glad. you’re the only one i’d want to photograph.”

for some reason, that sentence makes a heat pool in your stomach. you feel the intensity of his gaze on you and it only makes your thighs clench tighter.

choso notices and chuckles lightly as he lowers his head to yours. “i’ll fix that later, okay?”

you're about to reply before the director calls everyone back to work, interrupting the conversation.

the energy is different after, the tension obvious. you lock eyes with him while you're receiving directions and struggle to stifle a smile.

after the shoot, you change into a crop-top and sweatpants, meeting choso on your way out of the bathroom.

"oh, hey, choso."

"hey."

—

the two of you are in the utility closet, mouths moving frantically against each other. his hands are cradling your head, as if he's trying to secure you.

choso lifts you up, his hands against your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist. he sits you on a random box and continues kissing you, moaning into your mouth.

you slip your tongue into his mouth, and he almost loses it. he kisses you back, changing the angle. he runs his hands under your crop-top, pulling away from the kiss and moving down to your neck.

his lips graze over your pulse point, gently sucking. not hard enough to leave a mark, but just enough for you to moan in pleasure.

"you sound so beautiful," he whispers huskily into your neck, sending chills down your spine.

his fingers move to your thighs as he trails his kisses down to your collarbone, drawing slow circles through the thick material of your sweatpants.

you hook a finger into the waistband of his jeans, gently tugging as your hands make their way to the zipper.

all he can think about in this moment is all the times he’s pumped his fist across his swollen cock to your pictures, pre-cum beading at the tip as he imagined his hand was your velvety walls, embracing every full inch.

god, he just wanted to worship your body with everything he had.

his breath hitches as he tries to speak, his words coming out as a half moan. “y/n, hold on, hold on.”

“choso…” you whisper, voice raw. “i’m sorry, i just thought that—”

“don’t apologize, please. you did nothing wrong, i just- i want to do this right. i’ve wanted this for too damn long to do it in a utility closet.” he chuckles embarrassedly, tucking a stray strand of your hair away as he admires your kiss-swollen lips.

smiling, you nod. “we can have that date now, if you’d like?”

“yeah, yes, please.” he says breathlessly.

—

choso unlocks the door to his apartment and you walk in after him.

his apartment is minimalistic, a few sentimental items from his younger brothers are hung up on the walls, a small but cozy couch in the living room, warm lighting, but something else catches your eye.

the door to his room is slightly cracked open, but just enough for you to see an array of photos spread across a table.

“i’m sorry. this must be awkward for you.” choso says bashfully, standing a few feet in front of you as you sit on his barstool.

“choso, you worry too much,” you smile as you get up to walk closer to him. “now, why don’t you show me the photos you took and we can figure something out from there?”

choso nods, overwhelmed by your hands on his neck, fingers dancing over the collar of his sweatshirt.

he gently takes your wrist and kisses your palm, your hand cupping his cheek.

he leads you to his room, revealing the table full of pictures you had seen earlier. as you walk closer, you notice that they’re all pictures of you.

“choso, why do you have all these pictures of me here?” you ask as you pick up one of the photos, that familiar heat pooling between your thighs once again.

choso shifts uncomfortably next to you, as if trying to minimize his presence. “i… i use them.”

a smirk grows across your face. “for what, exactly?”

“personal... pleasure.” he mumbles, blush reaching his ears as he fears shame might kill him on the spot.

you move closer to him and tuck a hair behind his ear, your hand lowering down to his cheek.

choso instinctively leans into your touch, a small noise escaping him.

“would you like me to help, cho?” you ask sweetly, the nickname only worsening the bulge in his jeans.

choso shakes his head. “no, let me take care of you. please.”

before you can reply, choso picks you up and lays you on his bed. he admires your form for a second, your hair splayed out across his pillow, your wide eyes looking back at him in anticipation. it was perfect. you're perfect.

he leans down to kiss your cheek, then your nose, forehead, hairline, ear, and chin.

"choso, i need you to stop teasing." you whine, the heat between your thighs growing unbearable.

"i wanna take my time with you, pretty girl. you're too important to rush." he whispers in your ear, kissing the spot behind it.

he pulls your crop top up and you finish the job for him, pulling it over your head and throwing it somewhere.

"so pretty. all needy and ready for me, gorgeous?" he murmurs.

you hum in response, clenching your thighs tighter. choso kisses the valley between your breasts as he finds the clasp and undoes it. you lay half-naked below him, suddenly self-conscious.

"you're even more stunning like this. how is every part of you perfect?" he says, talking to himself more than you.

one of his hands cup your breast while he licks slow circles around the nipple of the other.

you breathe heavily, your neediness increasing while choso takes his time. he notices and looks up at you with apologetic eyes. "i'm sorry, pretty girl. i'll handle it, okay?"

you nod as choso tugs the waistband of your sweatpants down and leaves your panties exposed.

a damp stain marks the thin cotton, the black lace complimenting your skin beautifully.

choso suddenly leaves the bed, confusing you.

"choso?"

"be right there, gorgeous. i just need to find something." he says, digging through a box in the corner of his room.

finally, he finds what he's looking for. an old camera, one that only he has access to.

he gets back on the bed and snaps two pictures of you. one of your needy expression, and the other of your stomach, the black lace peeking into the photo.

"what was that about?" you ask, still lost on the sudden action.

"wanna save that look forever. my eyes only." he smiles, looking back down at your slick-covered panties. "now, let's take care of this, hmm?"

choso pulls his sweatshirt over his head and throws it on the floor along with your panties. without warning, he lowers his head and licks a wet trail up your cunt.

"hngh- choso!"

he brings his thumb to rub against your clit as he licks inside of you, making you writhe under him in immense pleasure.

"so good, don't stop! right there, right there!" you whine, tangling your fingers in his hair. choso doesn't say a word, too focused on your pleasure.

he flicks his tongue in circles, making you cry out. choso raises his head and instead slides two fingers into you, making your head lean back.

he plunges his fingers in and out, curling them just enough to hit your sweet spot. he uses his free hand to continue stimulating your clit as he increases his pace, getting you closer to orgasm.

just as you're about to reach your climax, choso removes his fingers. "ch... choso. why'd you-"

you're cut off by the sound of skin hitting skin. as you look up, you realize it's choso's dick against his stomach.

he hovers over you as he reaches to get a condom from his nightstand, his cock hanging over your pussy tantalizingly.

as he stretches the condom on, he watches as your pussy clenches around nothing, inviting him in.

"gonna take such good care of you," he whispers in your ear as he slowly slides in, his tip kissing your folds. "i'm all yours, baby."

choso spreads your thighs a bit farther apart and moans as he feels you tighten around him. he hadn't looked that big when you saw his length earlier, maybe six inches or so. but now? he was stretching you out, every inch he pushed in was splitting you open so much it stung.

"too much?" he asks thoughtfully, kissing away the small tears on your cheek that you hadn't realized were there, one hand pressed to your thigh for support.

you shake your head in response and choso takes it as his sign to keep going. with one swift thrust, he bottoms out, the head of his cock reaching the spot that makes you see stars.

you cry out as he starts moving, his thrusts slow, but firm. the pitch of your voice increases, as does his pace. "that's soo perfect."

choso places a palm to your stomach, the action almost making your eyes roll to the back of your head. the sound of skin slapping is obscene, the squelch of your juices growing louder.

you're not surprised choso's a missionary kind of guy; his soft demeanor gave it away. what you weren't expecting was for him to put you into a mean mating press.

"fuck! yes, right there! yesyesyesyes!" you moan as your legs are raised high, wet strands of hair sticking to choso's forehead as the head of his cock reaches your cervix.

your back instinctively raises and you clench tight around him, making him whimper.

"do that again, please." he begs, the look on his face pathetic.

you do as he says and clench again, this time releasing a borderline pornographic moan out of him. he whimpers as his thrusts grow sloppier.

he reaches your cervix again, and you're overwhelmed by an orgasm you didn't know you were having. you groan and choso whines, resting his forehead against your chest.

the two of you breathe in tandem as you come down from your high. choso pulls out and slides the cum-filled condom off, throwing it in the small trash can next to his bed.

"you did amazing. so good, baby, lemme get you cleaned up, m'kay?" he mumurs soothingly, getting off the bed as he hops into boxers and a random pair of sweatpants.

you watch choso walk off into his bathroom and come back with a warm, damp towel.

you smile at the sight, not knowing if you should feel love-bombed or appreciative. then again, you and choso have been practically eye fucking each other for who knows how long. you knew this was bound to happen.

he wipes the remnants of your essence off your thighs and gives you one of his loose t-shirts to wear.

"i'm not sure if you should wear your underwear, they're a little ruined..." he bashfully admits.

"i don't care about that, just come sleep, idiot." you laugh as he gets under the covers and pulls you into his chest.

"goodnight, choso."

"goodnight, y/n."

except you wake up 30 minutes later to choso whispering excitedly on the phone to his younger brother. "yuji, i did it! she's sleeping next to me right now!"

you hear yuji's voice on the other side. "you dummy, why would you call me while you're in bed with her?! hang up!"

you make a sad attempt to stifle your smile.

a/n: i'm sorry i will never get used to writing smut also i strongly believe in soft dom choso ESPECIALLY when his hair is down like ugh yes

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⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 you and your boss breaking every hr policy (sfw)

slightly suggestive

a/n: this literally revolves around his tie ok.

boss!nanami who's favorite part of the day is when you do his tie for him, your hands moving with practiced ease as you pull it through the final loop, smooth it down his chest, and give him a sneaky kiss on the cheek.

boss!nanami who wears an expectant smirk when you confront him in his office, giving his tie a sharp tug as you rant about the note he left on your monitor, reading 'dress looks stunning on you, can't wait to take it off tonight'. he gazes at your angry expression as you explain the possible consequences, only thinking about how gorgeous you'd look pinned on his desk right now.

boss!nanami who invites you to his place after work, the two of you getting drunk on fancy wine, flirting nonstop as your breath tangles with his, mindlessly twirling his tie around your fingers.

boss!nanami who learns something about himself when he watches you boss him around, the bulge in his pants growing as he sees you snap as you finally kiss him for real, pulling him in by his tie.

boss!nanami who calls you into his office just to tease you a bit, whispering all kinds of filthy things in your ear. you have enough of it eventually and push him so he's laid back in his chair, gazing up at you dreamily while you lean over him, flipping his tie over his shoulder.

boss!nanami who's office escapades with you grow bolder as he walks into a meeting fashionably late, glasses crooked, and his tie loose. he claims that the men's bathroom was crowded when it was really because the two of you were in a heated makeout session just moments before.

boss!nanami who gets in an argument with you one day while your bodies are too close to think properly. he tries to maintain his composure and eventually steps away. the action is in vain since you pull him right back by his tie, shocking him while simultaneously turning him on.

boss!nanami who completely forgets what he was upset about as soon as you slide off the tie you did for him that same morning. you smile, all coy as if you're not tying his hands together in his office, gently pushing him to his desk.

a/n: yum sometimes i amaze myself