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[tojiflakes]

Being pregnant with Toji's baby is already a unique experience. From the way the baby kicked at your tummy every 15 minutes to needing to rush to the bathroom every time your husband made you laugh with one of his ‘dad’ jokes that he was preparing.

But what was worse than all of this… was your cravings. It wasn't any of the normal typical cravings. It's been eating at you for days. You needed the taste on your tongue the saltiness and warmth. Only Toji could fulfill these intense cravings of yours.

“Toji… baby, are you alive?” You whispered tapping your sleeping husband's chest. He was fast asleep, his snores echoing throughout the dimly lit bedroom. His large leg encumbered you under him and his other was gently placed on your warm round belly. “Baby?” you gently nudge him earning a low incoherent jumble of words. He moved his hand brushing his black hair out of his face, rubbing his eyes, and yawning.

“Is the baby coming?”

You let out a sigh “No, the baby is not coming anytime soon.” You sit up cheeks getting warmer as your eyes gaze all over Toji's body.

Maybe it was the pregnancy brain speaking to you or maybe you just really want to suck your husband's dick right now, but he looked almost heavenly. Like he could be the best snack you'll ever have in your entire life.

“Then why are we awake?” He grumbled pulling you onto his lap placing his large hands on your waist. He positioned his head on your chest using your tender boobs as a headrest.

“Baby…”

“Hm?”

“Can I p-please suck your dick?”

You could feel the smirk growing on his face, his arms gently tightening over your waist. Toji wasn't shocked by your neediness, instead, he was amused, almost excited about how straightforward you were about what you wanted.

“Why? Is my wife needy, hm? Is that why she's been acting weird for the past three days?” he chuckled pulling back and facing you. His green eyes staring at you deeply, so in love.

You just nodded your head. Your hands traveling down to the waistband of his sweats your fingers eagerly pulling them down. Freeing his semi-hard cock. Your hand slowly started stroking him, pre cum oozing out of his flushed tip.

Toji laid back on the headboard, watching your face heat up and eyes glistening with pure delight and happiness.

Your lips placed a soft kiss on his tip gathering saliva in your mouth and spitting it out on Toji's length. Your mouth wrapped around his cock, slowly bobbing up and down. Usually, you’d suck Toji for his own pleasure or when he's asked nicely. But this time it was different. You didn’t care about how your husband felt at this moment. Shit, you couldn’t care less.

You did this for your own pleasure. The pleasure to taste a craving only Toji could give you, not from a store or a home-cooked meal. But straight from your husband.

“Fuccck— s-slow down doll, your —fu-.” He groans getting cut off by your throat taking him deeper. His body twitched hands coming down to grip the sheets.

You’re sucking the soul out of him. His knuckles were turning white from squeezing too hard. And fuck Toji thinks he might cum too soon from the way you’re clenching around him.

Tears brim in the corners of your eyes. Toji's thighs twitch, his head thrown back, low whimpers falling off his tongue.

You pull off him. Sucking his tip like a lollipop. Toji couldn’t handle it, his eyes locked onto you watching you like you were the most perfect wife ever to exist, he's not wrong, you truly are perfect for him. You weren’t even paying attention to him, not once have you even gazed up to look at him. Only there for your treat at the end.

You stuck your tongue out just in time before Toji let out a groan as he came all over your tongue. Spurts of cum hit the corners of your lips and cheeks. But you smiled, a happy smile with that. You finally got what you've been craving and it's never tasted so good.

Toji just laid there chest heaving, head thrown back and his forearm covering his eyes. You just licked your lips and gave his cock one last kiss before getting up and kissing his cheek.

“You’re fuckin crazy, doll.”

“You make me crazy.”

Toji chuckled and kissed you, trailing down your neck. Gently lifting your legs up pulling your heat towards him.

“I suppose I also have a craving, for you.”

It’s gonna be a lonnng night

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Author note: Hi guys, sorry my classes have been crazy but good news I've been working on a series. Also, this was like super rushed but idc (I do care 😞)

[tojiflakes]

The Sukuna chronicles— series

“Woman, I would like some tea.”

“Well, S’kuna, make it yourself.”

“No, you are my wife; therefore, you shall make it.”

“I’m your wife, not a personal slave, Ryomen… make your own tea.”

“Where’s Uraume? URAU—”

“Do not call them! Be independent—make your own tea,” you cut him off, slamming the wet cloth you were cleaning with on the kitchen counter.

The mountain of a man was in shock. How dare his pretty little wife tell him to do something himself? Even worse, how dare she scold him in front of all his servants! He grunted and dragged his feet toward the couch, flopping down on it—almost breaking it under his weight. His pink hair was a pure mess, rosy strands pointing in every direction. He had a pout on his face, eyebrows furrowed and his four arms crossed over his bare chest. The King of Curses—the feared one—was sulking on the couch because his wife refused to make him his morning tea.

“Stop sulking, Ryo,” you giggled, sitting down beside him and throwing your legs over his thighs.

“I should kill you for this,” he huffed, squinting his eyes and staring at you.

“Go ahead, I’m waiting,” you smiled, wiggling your toes. Sukuna, being the stubborn toddler-man he is, didn’t move a muscle—arms still crossed and a pout on his not-so-serious serious face.

“Don’t be a baby, Ryooo.”

“I’m not a baby. Woman, I have destroyed villages, eaten people—I am the King of Curses! Not a damn baby.”

“Well… you’re acting like one.”

“Do you have a death wish?” he said, finally lifting his beefy arms and pulling your ankles, making you slide over onto his lap.

You were now face-to-face with your rather angry husband who swore he wanted to kill you—but the way his hands found rest on your hips, and his other pair on your thighs, said otherwise. His crimson eyes were staring into your soul. If he weren’t your husband, you might’ve had stage fright from how many eyes were on you.

“You’re s’cute, Kuna,” you smiled. Your hands found their way to his bedhead, fixing it. They traveled down to his face. His soft skin was warm as your fingers played with his cheeks.

“Stop it,” the tattooed man demanded—but his body said something else. The way he melted into your touch, not wanting you to stop, told you everything. As you gently continued playing with his inked face, his features softened. The same eyes that had seen blood and murder were now soft and lingering.

You knew Sukuna was still a big baby inside—one who really did love you. His dearest, precious, gorgeous wife, whom he would go to battle for. He may not say it, but it’s moments like this that show you it’s true. And really, all Sukuna needed was a wife who could put him in his place and wasn’t afraid of him. A wife who scolds him for his ancient behaviors. A wife who presses all the buttons he didn’t know he had. A wife who makes him feel all weird and fuzzy inside. He can’t describe the feeling yet, but when he’s around you, he gets all warm and soft. He hates it loves it and will never tell you. But you’re not an idiot, and he’s really bad at hiding it. So, you already know.

“Make me tea, brat.”

“Say please.”

“…”

“No tea for you then.”

“…Please,” he mumbled under his breath, hiding in the crook of your neck.

You couldn’t help but smile at the man you have wrapped around your pinky.


Ryomen Sukuna is truly, hopelessly devoted to you.

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Author's note: Hi dolls, I’m so grateful for 100 followers thank you so much!!☺️ I swear I’ll post more, I have so many drafts to empty I also want to make this a series of just true form Sukuna with his wife. This was short but the others will be longer.

[tojiflakes]

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 Roommate!Gojo ࣪ ִֶָ་༘࿐

Pairings: Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

Cw: MDNI! kissing, dirty talk, Ryomen Sukuna cameo, the smallest bit of nipple play, swearing, masturbation, praise. mentions of a whip, roommate au, Sexualization of reader, Gojo lwk delusional asf & freak. Oral( m & f receiving). Foot massage…?

Roommate!Gojo is a little bit of a Pervert. He wouldn’t call himself that, though — he just likes getting to know you!

Sukuna sees right through him. Every time he’s over playing video games, he points out how Gojo’s eyes follow you when you walk into the kitchen to grab a snack. Or the way Gojo hugs you just a little too long, hands sliding down before stopping right above your ass. Sukuna’s right, and Satoru knows it.

“Dude, you’re fuckin’ whipped.” The tattooed man snorts from across the couch, PS controller in hand.

Gojo only rolls his eyes, gaze staying on the screen. “I’d let her whip me,” he grins.

“For fuck’s sake, Gojo.” Sukuna drops his controller onto his lap, pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s physically pained.

The jingle of keys outside the apartment snaps Gojo back to reality. His head turns just in time to see you push the door open, sandals clicking against the cold floor. You struggle to close it with your hips, grocery bags dangling from your arms.

“Oh, Sukuna, I didn’t know you were coming over,” you say as you set the bags on the counter.

He grunts something that barely counts as acknowledgment and goes back to his game. Gojo, however, can’t stop staring — admiring how cute you look even while unpacking groceries.

“Satoru, I got your favourite kikufuku mochi! It was on sale — buy four for two… or something like that,” you smile at him, that cute smile that makes his heart flutter and ears burn. “Hope you enjoy.”

He blinks, then smiles softly. “Thank you, sweet girl. Y’just made my day.”

Sukuna nearly gags watching him melt like that. His friend has become a love-sick zombie, and he hates every second of it. Gojo’s gaze follows your hips as you walk into your bedroom and close the door.

“I swear, if you don’t go get your fuckin’ girl, I’ll—”

“Relax, Sukuna,” Gojo leans back, smirking. “She ain’t even my girl… yet.”

Sukuna sighs and mutters something under his breath, annoyed beyond belief. But all that talking has Gojo’s mind wandering — drifting back to every moment you’ve made his heart stutter.

Every time you’ve looked so pretty it almost hurt. All the times he’s been sure, absolutely sure, that you knew exactly what you were doing to him. Like when you get all dolled up for brunch with your friends, wearing a sundress that hugs you jusssst right, asking innocently if you look good. And all the compliments he wants to say get stuck in his throat before he chokes out a simple, “You look beautiful.”

The times when he wishes he could just bend you over and fuck you breathless till his seed is spilling out of you.

He swears he’s going insane, because everything you do reminds him of how good he could treat you. How he’d smother you in kisses while you cooked. Slowly strolling up behind you, hands sliding under your shirt to gently cup your tits. Murmuring sweet nothings into your ear.

“C’mere, baby. Let’s have some fun, yeah?”

He’d spin you around, watching your face scrunch into that adorable pout because he’s distracting you. Before you can scold him about burning dinner, he’d kiss you slow, deep — almost claiming. Cold hands traveling under the shirt you stole from him. He doesn’t mind; seeing you swallowed up in his clothes did something to his fuzzy brain.

His hands squeezing your breasts, fingers rolling your semi-hard nipples between them, making you arch into him. His warm mouth still on yours, kissing like you belonged to him.

“Mmph—Toru, t-the—mmm, the f-food…” you’d manage to murmur, but he wouldn’t care. Not when he’s chasing the taste of your cherry lip gloss on his tongue.

He’d imagine picking you up by your thighs, carrying you to his room, switching the stove off behind him and gently placing you on the soft white bed.

“I jus’ wanna make you feel good,” he’d whisper before sliding between your thighs. Pressing his face against your cotton shorts, inhaling the scent of your pussy with a desperate groan. Slowly pulling them off, moving your panties aside and licking a long stripe over your sensitive clit, leaving you shuddering.

He’d spend the whole night pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you — at least four, maybe even more. And when you tug at his white locs, he’d only go deeper, coming up for air before sticking his two long digits into your leaking cunt. His thumb would press down on your sensitive clit, just enough pressure to make you squirm as he scissors his fingers inside of you. Your slick and his spit pooling together on the mattress.

But that’s just the dream. His dreams.

Real life gives him enough fuel to lose his mind.

Like in the summer, when it’s too hot to breathe and the fan is useless. You walk out of your room in the tiniest shorts imaginable, doing absolutely nothing to hide the curve of your ass. Gojo stares a little too long before you turn to complain about the heat and how you wish you could go to the pool.

Now he’s thinking about you in a bikini. A tiny one. Sitting pretty by the water. Maybe, just maybe, you’d ask him to help you apply sunscreen.

Or when you wear that baby blue top, and his eyes betray him, drifting down your shirt as you rant about your annoying lab partner. You simply have no idea, and it kills him.

The time you two were sitting on the couch watching some goofy sitcom you turned on. You flop your legs over his thighs without a thought in the world, munching away on buttery popcorn.

This is the Gojo Satoru — Satoru that dreams about you. The Gojo Satoru who would kiss the floor you walk on. So why would he waste the chance to touch you?

He slowly brings his calloused hands to massage your feet.

“Ahh, that feels nice, Toru. Keep going,” you sigh, relaxing into him.

But he’s not focused on the stupid massage — he’s way more focused on the way you say his name. Soft and sweet. Enough to send heat straight down his spine, all the way to his dick. He shifts, trying to hide the tent in his pants, but you’re already half-asleep anyway, head lolling to the side, hand still in the popcorn bowl. All cute and clueless.

And he stares for long.

Wayyy too long.

So later, around midnight, when you’re fast asleep, he can’t help but release some pent-up energy. He’s throbbing, his veiny hand rubbing himself through his sweatpants to at least feel some friction, until he finally slips his hand inside his boxers and pulls out his rosy cock.

His blushing tip is already leaking, bubbling with pre-cum. He brushes his thumb over his slit, spreading the gooey liquid all over his tip.

He strokes himself slowly at first, breath hitching as he thinks about you — the way you say his name, the little things you do that make his heart throb.

“Hah—fuck, sweets… y-you don’t know what you do t’me…”

His strokes speed up, cock twitching in his hand. And then he’s imagining you — your small hand wrapped around him, your lips kissing up his length, giving his tip a teasing smooch before taking him into your tight throat. Looking up at him with those pretty eyes till tears brim in the corners.

You’d pull back with a pop, licking up the side of his cock. One hand massaging his balls and the other jerking him off. He’d watch in awe as your spit trickled down his length. A small smirk forming on your face as you sped up your face just to tease him.

He’d guide you, fingers intertwined in your hair, voice low and soft.

“Fuck… you’re such a good girl for me, hm?”

His hips buck into his hand, thighs trembling as he chases his release. He thinks he’s moaning so loud that you could surely hear him from across the hall. The soft, wet squelches could be heard throughout his dimly lit room.

Then it hits — hard.

His abs twitch, every muscle in his toned thighs flexing as his creamy load spills all over his knuckles and lower abdomen, a low groan tearing from his chest.

Breathless, he falls back against the cotton sheets, eyes shut tight.

God, if you ever saw him like this…

You’d probably laugh at him for being such a dirty boy. But how could he? His pretty little roommate is such a tease, whether she knows it or not

Thank you  @/enchanthings for divider & @cursed-carmine

Banner art by yamada_souko on twt.

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[tojiflakes]

Toji who has developed a crush on you.

Toji who you met at the grocery store. Both eyeing the last loaf of bread on the counter. He made intense eye contact with you before grabbing the bread at the speed of light and walking off.

Toji, who after that interaction, couldn’t stop thinking about the way your eyebrows raised in shock and the way your glossy lips parted to say something before he quickly turned around.

Toji, who spots you again. This time at a Chinese restaurant, sitting by yourself and eating dumplings. He watched as you mindlessly scrolled on your phone while dipping the dumpling in soy sauce and plopping it into your mouth. The warm light of the restaurant reflected perfectly on your skin. How cute.

Toji, who slowly started seeing you in all sorts of places. Walking around, in the subway, at the candy shop. He even swore he saw you on the same apartment floor he stayed on.

Toji, who finds your Instagram after doing some sketchy deep-diving. It’s such a cute picture of you, sitting on the couch with some popcorn in your hand while the other hand angled the phone just right so he could see the same eyes he had stared into at the grocery store.

Toji, who requests to follow you, hoping you won’t recognize him. But how could you? His profile picture is black, his display name is just a single full stop, and his bio says something even more basic: “no.”

Toji, who 30 minutes later sees that you accepted his follow request and even requested to follow him back. He immediately accepted and started scrolling through your highlights. They were simple, one of you, and another of all the plushies you’ve ever bought all over your bed.

Toji, who stares at your face in each of the photos. Looking at your eyes, all the way down to your tits lips. He especially loves your smile.

Toji, who thinks you’re the most gorgeous girl he’s ever laid eyes on. And is determined to make you his one way or another.

A/n: my first post kinda nervous 🤤

[tojiflakes]

Morning Kisses with Satoru

WC:400

Not proof read

“Mmfh-Satoru!,Get off me.” you laughed trying to push your husband off your body but end up failing inevitably.

“What? I can’t love my wife?” He joked, grabbing your wrist and putting them above your head. Now there’s no way you can escape his hold.

“Now come give me some kisses.” He smirked inching in closer to your face. Fully prepared to smother you with his smooches.

But just as he was about to, you turned your head to face the side.Trying to bury your head into the messed up pillows and sheets.

“Come on baby, just one kiss, I promise.” But from his smile you could tell he’s lying.

“No Toru, not until we brush our teeth.” You said slowly turning your head to face him. But as soon as your head turned his lips were everywhere. Morning kisses on your cheeks, your forehead,your nose.Even worse your lips. If he was wearing lipstick your face would’ve look like a red ballon.

All these kisses made you fuzzy in the head.But still conscious enough to look Gojo in his eyes, they were full of love and happiness. so why take away all that. So as the good wife you are, you just decided to let your husband have his very unhygienic way.

He moved from your face to your neck, nibbling a little as he went. Leaving a trail of saliva all over your neck.

“Mwah! See that’s all I wanted” he says placing one last kiss on your bridge of your nose before letting go of your hands and falling back onto the crinkly white sheets. The air was warm and the sun was glimmering through the curtains reflecting on the two of you.

“I love you” he whispered into your ear. Giving your neck another quick little peck.

“…”

“Say it back” he demanded, his eyebrows furrowed together, a frown forming on his lips.

“If you don’t say “I love you” I’ll make sure to kiss extra hard this time and i’ll kiss you everywhere on your body.” He smirked. He looked so handsome at this time of day. His cheeks were a soft pink well his eyes were a perfect blue. His white hair all messed up from attacking you and his lips were curled into a smile.

You turned to face him and gave him a soft kiss on the tip of his nose and got up from the bed. “I love you too,toru,Now come, let’s brush our teeth.” A soft smile remaining on your face along with the million other kisses.

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