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LOLO’S BLOG ⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ call me lolo she/her, 18, multifandom, pls no minors, open to requests.

in no way am i a professional writer. i literally just say what’s on my mind and hope for the best. its comforting to me so please excuse the choppiness

i only write from a fem pov but if other povs requested i will try.

i’m usually running on no sleep so if there’s errors in my writing we do not judge <3

unserious asf so don’t mind it

RULES/BOUNDARIES

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ standard dni criteria, be a decent human being

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ if ur requesting, just know i don’t accept any of the following; pedophilia, race play, scat, straight up rape (cnc/dubcon is allowed)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ every character i write is aged up to 18 and above

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ be nice!

lolo loves u

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omg the ex husband toji and the sukuna smut has me droooolinngggg

thank youuuu 😖 i literally hated the sukuna one sm but im so happy u love it so i love it now

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ryomen sukuna

cw: bf!kuna x gf!reader, he loves your lipgloss, random ahh story, slice of life, idk!

a/n: i looked at my lipgloss and came up w this story lol

it was driving him crazy.

you were both out at there nearest shopping centre doing some errands, mainly you spoiling yourself on sukuna’s card.

sukuna was barely focused on anything, his eyes kept flickering to your lips more than usual.

why?

it was that damn lipgloss of yours. you had a variety of lip balms, shines and masks that you wore but this specific gloss did something to him.

fuck he even knew the name and shade, kiko in the colour pink magnolia. he’d bought it for you so many times so you’d never run out, so you could keep wearing it around him.

your lips looked so plump and full. the scent was so sweet it had his knees shaking. there’d be times he’d ask you to wear it while sucking him off.

something about the way it shone underneath the light, how it cast a pink tinge on your lips, the way it’d smudge against his cock.

“hellooo, are you even listening?” your voice cuts through, he was too busy watching your lips move to actually pay attention to the words coming from you.

he looked up and saw you hold up what looked like to him a piece of loose fabric.

sukuna’s eyebrows furrowed, snatching the thing from you. “fucks wrong with this shop, hanging out pieces of cloth on display.” he rubbed the material between his fingers.

“it’s a skirt, big brain. and i was just saying it would look really cute with my pink babydoll top, right?” you say, smiling up at him as he looks at you in disbelief.

you saw the confusion settle on his face as he tossed the fabric around in his hands, holding it out like some uncle and looking at the few inches of length.

“this little thing is a skirt? and what you plan on wearing this outside in public?” you snatch the skirt back from him, tutting as you toss it in the basket. “you don’t understand the vision, whatever.”

sukuna let out a low chuckle, shoving his hands in his pockets as he watched you walk along the isle of clothes

“you clearly have no vision if you think that tiny dish towel is gonna cover your ass.” you slap him on the chest, mumbling something under your breath in an incredulous tone.

you reach into your jean pocket, taking out the lipgloss that sukuna had been hypnotised by not seconds ago.

his eyes are fixated on you as you take the wand out and press the applicator against your lips, rubbing it across your mouth before closing it up and smacking your lips together.

“shit i put too much, c’mere ‘kuna.” you call him over with a finger, perfectly curated nail urging him towards you.

slowly, he walks over and you grab him by the collar of his shirt, bringing him down to your level as you kiss him, quick and sweet before pulling away as soon as it started.

the excess lipgloss transferred onto his own mouth, and for a moment he short circuits before his tongue darts out to lick it, the taste making pants begin to grow uncomfortable.

he followed you with his eyes while you look in your phone camera. “perfect, thanks babe. oh, i need your card.”

his glances down at your hand which was now held out expectantly. “no damn manners.” but his hand is already moving to his wallet, pulling out the card and placing it in your hand.

sure he complained, but he’d rather die than let you pay for yourself. on top of that, it filled a weird sense of pride within him knowing you were using his card.

“it’s not my fault you spoil me so much. you reap what you sow.”

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aaa i would really love to see more sukuna x gf!reader bc i rlly loved that one fic

idk why i didn’t see this but i posted another one a few days ago! i’m planning on writing some more anyways bc the grumpy x sunshine dynamic is 2cute lol

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ryomen sukuna

cw: bf!kuna x gf!reader, slice of life idk, random ahh story, grump sukuna

“hey ‘kuna,”

you were laying on his bed, watching your boyfriend get ready to go hangout with his friends.

he hardly wanted to but they threatened to pull up to his house and bring the party there which sounded like an early death sentence.

sukuna grunted, acknowledging you and waiting for you to ask whatever it was you wanted of him as he buttoned up his jeans.

“can i come with you? to suguru’s basement? i wanna get to know your friends more.”

“hell no.” he’s so quick with the response your shocked he even heard what you said, you scoff indignantly as you sit up on the bed, his back still to you.

“b—but why?” you spluttered.

he turned around, a snarl on his lips though it wasn’t all malicious, it was just a facial expression that came natural to him.

“fuck you mean why? dont you remember what happened the last time you met them? hell. no.” he reiterated, looking down at you as you pouted your lips.

he immediately turned his head, your pouting was dangerous. you were dangerous.

all you had to do was give him a look and suddenly he was doing whatever you wanted. it was like he didn’t understand the concept of denying you what you wanted.

“are you really gonna leave your girlfriend here all alone while you go out with your friends?” you whine gently like a pup, wearing nothing but his shirt and shorts.

“yep, would actually rather leave you in the pacific ocean than let you hang out with those dicks.” it was clear to you that he didn’t want you around them, but you were stubborn.

you huffed and ignored him as he got ready to head out, sitting on your phone.

by the time he’d finished, he noticed how eerily silent it was yet still stood by the door of the bedroom, watching you.

“i’m going now.”

“kay.” you respond flatly, not even looking up.

it wasn’t even your response that made him frown, it was something else.

sukuna had gotten very used to you giving him a kiss before he left, no matter where he was going or whether it was his nth time stepping out.

you’d always give him a kiss before he left.

and he’d grown accustomed to it, so he was waiting for you to get up and kiss him so he could go about his day but you remained still.

“hurry up woman.” he barked impatiently, but you still made no movements, only frustrating him even more.

you were scrolling on tiktok, pretending to be indulged by the content yet you didn’t have a scooby what was even before you.

sukuna sighed, hands on his hips as he looked up to the ceiling like some higher being was going to assist him as he gritted his teeth.

when he saw you truly were stubborn in your protest, he tutted and shook his head slightly.

“get changed quickly, something that would cover you head to toe preferably.”

you perked up like a rabbit, eyes widening first before you wear that silly grin, he knew what was coming and he tried to avoid it by exiting the room.

didn’t matter though, you jumped off the bed and ran up behind him, climbing onto his back as you hug him, his hands coming to grip legs to save you from falling.

“fuck is wrong with you—”

“thank you baby! i love you,” you kiss his cheek and his neck, laughing as he groans and tried to push you off half heartedly.

his face is heating up by the second and he’s scrunching his nose a little to try and hide the smile growing.

he shrugs you off, dumping you on the couch as he storms over to the door, grabbing his car key, muttering under his breath about he’s waiting.

you giggle excitedly and scramble back to his bedroom, into the closet which had a whole side dedicated to your stuff whenever you stayed over which was majority of the time.

humming, you tried to find an outfit nice enough so his friends wouldn’t think you’re some scruff.

after finally finding something, you put it on and let your hair out, not bothering with makeup as you rush to the car which was on and rumbling low—piercing the silent sunset.

you close the door and put your bag down, all smiles as you turn to look at sukuna who was surveying you from head to toe.

it wasn’t that bad really, you wore low rise jeans so you could show off your new belly piercing jewellery and a backless top with intricate lace designs.

“couldn’t find a potato sack no?” he asked, already pulling out the driveway with one hand on the wheel, turning his head to make sure no other cars were coming.

you scoff, but you’re not angry, too happy that he let you come to be annoyed at his comment. “i look hot, you love it.”

he didn’t say anything in response to that, only because it was true. you looked amazing, you always did and he did love it.

changing gear, he was ready to begin the journey to suguru’s when he paused and turned to you.

“brat, you forgot something.”

your eyebrows furrowed and you looked down your side, into your bag to see what you could of possibly left. “huh..?” you mutter under your breath, rummaging through the contents.

sukuna’s fingers clasp around your chin, jerking your head towards him softly, looking down at your soft lips which were pulled into a frown of confusion.

it took you a few moments to realise what he wanted and when you did, you laughed, finding it cute that he still wanted a kiss from you. “oh right, c’mere my big baby.”

he growled a little like a feral cat at the nickname, but you leaned in and pressed your lips against him.

and suddenly— all his annoyance was forgotten, he felt lighter, less pissed off at everything. you were so soft against his hard lines, you made him feel like it was worth it in the end.

sukuna moved to kiss you back but you pulled away, a cocky smirk on your mouth as you pointed to the road ahead of you.

“not too much baby, we have somewhere to be and you know how you get, but after i’m all yours.”

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satoru gojo

cw: husband!satoru x wifey!reader, fluffy, family things, slice of life (?)

a/n: this was requested but it won’t let me respond idk why

you’re coming from putting your washing away, doing the last thing on your list and checking it off in the kitchen.

in your household, you had a blackboard which split the chores between you and your husband so that it was equally split between you two.

your side was fully checked out, while satoru only completed three out of ten of his tasks.

you’d completed your tasks in a hurry because you wanted to spend time with your sweetheart of a daughter, remi.

recently, you’d barely spent time with her, for reasons outwith your own hands.

and it’s not like you didn’t have the time, you had more than enough time for your baby, but.. something always got in the way.

you walked up the stairs, heading towards her room which had her name on a board pinned onto the door with glitter and cars in the background.

she was neither a girly girl nor tomboy, she liked what she liked and it made her happy so that’s all you cared about.

pushing the door open, you find the main reason why you’re never able to spend time with your daughter sitting, cuddling up on her bed.

your husband, satoru.

sighing, you lean against the door frame, watching the two who were so engrossed in their daddy daughter time they didn’t even notice you.

she was curled up into a ball on his lap as he sat up against her wall, a book in his hand as his mouth moved and her smile remained framed on her lips.

you didn’t want to disturb, but at the same time you were a tiny jealous so you didn’t care much.

“ahem,”

the two looked up, both of them staring up at you with the identical ocean eyes, the ones you fell in love with twice over, once with him and once with her.

“mummy!” remi smiled, her hair coloured just like yours done in a braid by her dad, but she didn’t make a move to get up, remaining snuggled in her dads lap.

“hi mimi,” you greet her with a soft smile before you focus back on satoru, eyebrows raising slightly as you look at him.

“there’s a bunch of chores with your name on it babe.” you say, feeling excited at the thought of him finally giving you time with your daughter.

he smiles at you childishly,and you already know that you’re not about to get anywhere with this.

“chores can wait, my princess comes first.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes as you scold him with only a glare. “uhm.. your princess came first the whole day, it’s time to get up and do your bit or you can stay up all night doing them, cause you’re not going to sleep without this house clean.”

he dramatically hunched his shoulders and pouted, looking down at remi as he whispered not so quietly. “mummy’s being so mean to me, isn’t she?”

remi, clueless as ever, nodded her head and agreed to whatever her dad said, giggling.

“mummy, i want daddy to stay and read me stories.” you watch her cling onto her dads sweater, indicating her refusal to let him go.

you laugh incredulously as satoru grins evilly. he’d already leeched his antics onto your sweet baby girl, you were never going to know a day of peace in your life.

“satoru, can i cuddle up with my own daughter for one day, please?” you plead, truly pleading with him and hoping for him to see reason.

his eyes glint and you think for a moment he’ll finally be serious and get up.

but it’s satoru after all.

“what are you moping for? you had her for nine whole months to yourself baby, quite greedy if you ask me.” he shrugs playfully, and remi laughs when her dad sweeps down and kisses her cheek.

you pinch the bridge of your nose, ring flashing in the dim light.

“uhm, i actually grew her, from scratch might i add. i pushed her out of my tiny little hole. i risked stretch marks for her. and now you’re dressing her, reading her bedtime stories, getting jealous of literal six year old boys.”

satoru looked at you like you were complaining about some third world problem, barely flinching as his daughter begins to climb off his lap and onto his shoulders, just to fall down and land on his lap again.

and of course, satoru’s with the audacity of a thousand kings just cocked his eyebrows up, a shit eating grin on his face. “yeah and now she’s my baby. problem?” his tone is so cocky you would have a half mind to go over there and slap him if you weren’t so used to his antics.

you groan out of frustration and remi brings her hand to her mouth as she whispers into satoru’s ear, though she doesn’t quite know how to whisper yet.

“mommy’s mad isn’t she?”

satoru looks down at her, eyes widening as he nods his head frantically. he points a thumb in your direction, before making a circular motion with his fingers at his own head, a sentence without words. ‘she’s crazy’

you can’t help but laugh, you’re pissed at him but he still makes you laugh. it’s incredibly annoying how he can do that.

you can never stay mad at him, he knows it. you turn swiftly around and walk away, grumbling under your breath about how you’re locking the bedroom door and he can sleep on the couch.

“love you babe!” he shouts after you, and remi follows suit, shouting at the top of her tiny lungs.

“love you mommy!”

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toji fushiguro

cw: exhusband!toji x reader, delusional toji, he eyp, big dick toji, breeding kink(..?), bulge, rough sex, kinda baby trapping.

a/n: this is not proofread so enjoy the mistakes 🩷

“i don’t have your time, toji.” your voice is quip, impatient, like you’d trained it to be when dealing with your ex husband.

currently, you were sitting in his house, megumi upstairs playing with his friend after you’d came and dropped them back off at his fathers.

you and toji were been married for some years before things took a turn.

it was just messy and didn’t work out anymore, you felt bad putting megumi through the divorce but you would of rather him still have a good image of his dad.

it was coming up to a year since your divorce and you had to admit, things were running smoothly.

you had megumi monday to friday, and toji had him weekends, though on holidays he’d have megumi for longer days.

right now was the case, it was summer holiday and megumi and his friend were going to have a sleepover at toji’s since you were going for a date.

it wasn’t anything special, but the man was nice, he made you feel good and he was awfully caring.

the tea that he’d made for you was going cold on the coffee table, leaning against his sofa like he was a king of some sorts.

that man took up space everywhere like he owned it, manspreading without a care, not because he felt like it, but because he simply wouldn’t feel comfortable without doing so.

his thighs were massive, his arms were massive, his body was massive, his cock was massive. no, that wasn’t the point.

his obsidian eyes glazed over your pathetically petite figure in comparison to his, you weren’t even small, he was just big.

you were all dolled up, pretty dress, pretty hair and pretty makeup. he didn’t even attempt to hide the way his pants were tenting, not that you were looking anyways.

toji never hid his attraction for you, despite being divorced he still clung to you and complimented you like you were still his.

it was a pesky little habit of his that you wished he’d drop.

“is that so? what’re you in such a hurry for, all dolled up like that,” he drawled lazily, looking at the tv which reported the news in the monotonous tone before staring at you again.

“you met someone, s’that it?”

you felt like he was burning through your clothes with that stare, it was too intense.

you ironed out your skirt with your hands, not that it did much anyways, the way you were sat made it impossible for the fabric to hitch up any further.

“so what if i did, why’s that any of your business.” you didn’t like the way his eyes flashed almost demonically, the smirk that was always displayed on his scarred lips only stretching tighter.

but it wasn’t in the amused way, not this time.

the smirk didn’t reach his eyes like it always did.

“it’s my business cause you’re my wife.”

you laugh, actually laugh, looking at him to see if he was joking, but he wasn’t.

“you’re fucking delusional, you know that right? wife my ass.”

it was quick, calculated and heavy. he was on your body in seconds, despite his huge stature his movements were always agile.

you were pushed against the back of the couch, parting your legs with one soft push from his outrageously big thigh.

“quit the bullshit sweetheart, you know deep down you still love me.” it was annoying because he wasn’t all wrong.

unfortunately you did still love him, a part of you never would stop loving him despite separating, it pissed you off that he knew it too.

your hands pressed on his broad chest, trying to push him away with all your might, but if toji didn’t want to move? he wouldn’t. “get off me, i need to leave.” you muttered quietly.

this time it was him laughing, the deep vibrations making your body shiver. the fact you didn’t deny it told him all he’d care to hear “so tell me.”

his hand comes to grab your cheeks, pushing them together to make you pout, not caring about ruining your makeup.

“this guy make you feel fuzzy? you get all blushed up when you see him? does give you butterflies?” he cruelly teases you, drinking in the way you push at his chest in a flustered fuss.

“shut up and let me go asshole” you tut through squished cheeks, trying to pretend like you didn’t feel your panties getting wet.

damn him.

“aww, don’t tell you get all wet for him too. your pussy cry like the good girl she is when he fucks you? or is it only your sweet husband that she sobs for.”

toji was unapologetically vulgar, it was incredulous how he could say all those things without a lick of shame, and worse of all, it turned you on.

you were momentarily stunned, you didn’t have words for him as your mouth just parted open in shame.

“let me see her, s’been a while. know she misses a real man taking care of her.” he grunts, scar stretching evilly in a way that had you pooling.

toji doesn’t waste time bunching up your skirt, meanwhile you’re too lost on his words that you can’t even think of some smart excuse.

“m..megumi is upstairs toji, we’re not doing this.” you try and reclaim part of your ego but he crushes on it simply.

he whistles lowly when he spreads your legs and sees your panties. they were certainly brand new from when he last remembered.

red, lacy and promising filth. the kind that you’d wear on a date expecting for something to happen afterwards.

“look at that, wearin’ a new thong for a man who won’t get to see it.” he continues and pulls them down, stuffing them in his pocket.

“i’ll be keeping these and—wow. would you look at that, she’s missed me real bad, drooling all over my couch.” your pussy was leaking, you couldn’t help it.

you tried to think of something that would turn you off but toji barged into your mind every fucking time, taking up space and leaving nothing else but him.

“no, it’s not for you.” you try and spit with venom, but it only makes him chuckle. he can tell you have no real fight left, can tell you want him just as bad.

he raised his eyebrows as he looked at you with beady eyes, eyes that told you the words he didn’t need to say. liar.

“something ‘bout the way your clenching around nothing tells me otherwise doll. you need me.”

“you know nobody else can give it to you the way i can, s’pecially not that fuckass loser you’re seeing.” you don’t know why you’re just sitting there, allowing him to do all of this.

well you do know, but you didn’t want to say it.

“toji i’m serious, ‘gumi is upstairs, he could come down any minute.” you whine, frantically checking over your shoulder.

his head is already between your plush thighs, keeping them open with one lazy hand, he didn’t even need to use force to keep you pried open.

“he’s fucking around with his friend, he won’t come down, plus, even if he does maybe he’ll see how much his mummy pussy still loves daddy.”

“toji!” you whisper-shout incredulously, but he’s already placed his mouth around your clit, silencing you and replacing your scolding with a moan. “oh,”

he melts, folding at how you taste, just the same, like some sort of sweet concoction, just for him to worship.

“fuckin’ hell, can’t believe you kept her from me for so long.” he groaned against you, lips and chin shining already from your essence.

he drags his tongue along your slit, catching at clit again which makes you jolt slightly. toji pressed his lips against your leaking ones, a kiss.

it’s messy, his spit mixed with your juices dribbling down your ass, making a tiny puddle on his sofa.

you know this is wrong, but it feels too good for you to try and say anything now, your hand already sliding to his hair, tangled between the black locks.

“toji—” you’re covering your mouth, trying to keep quiet but it wouldnt of made a difference, toji made no means to keep quiet whilst eating you.

the squelching and sucking sounds were lewd and erotic, he was devouring you like a man starved and his hand on your thigh seemed to burn through your skin.

“that’s right, let go and let me.” a finger came to press at your fluttering hole before sliding in, within seconds he added another one, curling his thick digits into your gummy walls.

your body twitches, responding to his touch like second nature, your body knows what’s best for you, and unfortunately it was toji.

grip tightening on his hair, your hips buck involuntarily, you didn’t mean to but it felt so good, grinding on his face like that.

his lips close around your clit again, this time his teeth come and graze against the bundle of nerves making you shudder and gasp.

“oh toji please,” you hate how your saying his name so much, moaning it left and right, but you can’t help it.

“cum for me, i know you’re already there, your husband knows you so well.” he gives another nasty kiss, his fingers pumping deeper and deeper, scissoring and stretching you out.

all of the stimulation was too much, your poor clit couldn’t handle his tongue much longer, not with how good he was using it.

“fuck.. oh fuck—” you can’t cope anymore. your hand in his hair pushing him down a little forcefully as you see stars, vision hot white as you explode over his mouth.

he cleans it all dutifully, tongue dragging slow against your folds, drinking every drop you had to give him.

you’re too busy trying to calm down and stop hyperventilating from that orgasm to notice toji free himself from his trousers and boxers.

when you do, your heart stutters. “wa-wait toji, megumi..”

even when you were married, you could never prepare yourself for what had hidden under there.

he was a monster.

toji could only barely just wrap his full big hand around him cock, barely. he was girthy, being and long with a raging, fat tip which was leaking, pubes curled atop his third leg.

he looked up at you through his lidded eyes, grinning at you. “don’t be scared wifey, you always knew how to take me so well. don’t try run away now.”

you did try to scoot up, but his hand was too quick, pressing down on your hip, immobilising you as he brought his tip to your quivering cunt.

“that’s it, just stay nice n’d still, you’re dear husband will give you just what you’ve been needin’”

he pushes, you gasp.

it’s only the tip and you’re already reacting, and then he goes further, the stretch you’d gotten used to feeling so much more intense than before.

“yeah, i belong right here don’t i.” he groans, closing his eyes like he can’t fathom pushing himself any deeper, but he does.

up the stairs, megumi and his friends were only getting louder, drilling away your fears of him coming downstairs for something.

but that didn’t take away from the way toji was drilling into you. you swore it was never this deep before.

“it’s too b—big,” he leans forward, his hair tickling your damp forehead as he smirks wide, pressing a kiss on your trembling lips.

“i know, but you’ll make it fit ma’, you always do.” with that, toji doesn’t bother to try ease himself, instead he surges forward, his abdomen connecting with your thighs.

you open your mouth to scream, to shout, to say something but he covers it with his hand as he kneels up properly.

“see? all better now that your husband filling you up, like it’s meant to be.” he coos softly, his cock throbbing inside your pussy. you were so fucking tight, he could’ve cum right in that moment.

toji drags his hips back, his hand sliding down to your waist, gripping so tight no doubt he left bruise marks.

he then sets the most unfair and brutal pace, without having even given you time to fully adjust. “fffuck—please, sl-slower!” you cry out, back arching clean off the sofa.

it was pointless, you knew he wouldn’t listen and some twisted part of you didn’t even want him to, it hurt so good you wanted more.

“m’sorry wifey, can’t do that. s’pussy beggin to be ruined, squeezing me like i should never pull out.” he fucked you like you committed a crime against him, the wet, harsh sounds of each collision filling the room.

the way you squelched and gurgled around his cock, drooling and spilling all over him as he pounded into to you, pussy lips spread so obscenely to accommodate him.

the tears spill down your face, moans and whimpered coming out like no tomorrow, he’s reduced to shambles without even trying.

“look.”

you have to force your eyes out the back of your head to look at him, before looking down where his hand on your stomach lays.

it’s him.

you can see his cock bulging in and out of your lower stomach, denting against the surface with each thrust he gives you.

“see how deep i get? just for my little wife.” you can only moan, because now he’s found that sweet spot of yours that makes you go damn near non-verbal.

your toes curl and your grab onto whatever part of him you can reach. “feels good, i know. just keep pulsing around me—fuck, just like that doll.” his abs are tensed, his balls smacking against your ass, he’s obsessed.

“close—m’close, please toji,” you whimper, you’re crying so much but it’s because you can’t get around how much you want more of him.

his thumb reaches to rub tight and fast circles on your clit, heavy breathing reaching your ear. “go on, squirt for your husband.”

you didn’t know how he knew you were going to squirt, but you did. “oh fuck, fuck—”it was hot and quick, still twitchy from your last orgasm, it really sent you over the edge.

soaking his abdomen and leaking onto his poor sofa, you didn’t even know what to do with your limp body as you shook, hips thrust upwards to meet the strokes.

“fuckin’ love you, think we ought’ to give megumi a little sibling. move you back home with me.” he sounded like he was struggling to keep composure.

but it didn’t show, not with how much more aggressive he was gettting. he was twitching furiously inside you now, his balls tightening as he felt it build up.

you were so out of it that you caught yourself nodding, words leaving your lips before you could even stop and think for a minute.

“wanna come back, m-miss you.. want you inside.” the little part of you was screaming no, but it was too late for all of that.

toji grunted, his hips stuttering as he let out a mix of an exhale and a chuckle. “yeah? you’re gonna take all of my cum, nd’ you’re gonna love it—shit”.

he slams himself inside of you one last time before he breaks, some animalistic noise erupting from him as rockets of him spurt out of his cock.

it’s hot and molten, filling your womb so much that there wasn’t a chance you wouldn’t fall pregnant.

toji collapses ontop of you, crushing you into the sofa as his large hands hold your hips tight, his cock jolting his last spurts of cum.

“hmm, so pretty, so full of me. you’re mine aren’t you?” you feel his lips trace your ear, his breath tickling you as you nod your head.

he doesn’t need to tell you to say it, the words are already formed on your lips. “all for you toji...”

toji knows it was wrong. knows that it was wrong of him to wait until you were ovulating, till you were most fertile so that he could swoon you all over again, give you his baby so that you could stay.

he would of done so as soon as the divorce was over, but he waited and waited until he knew you were soft enough, your guards were slightly lowered.

it was wrong, he knew, but it’s not as if he forced you, you wanted this just as bad. and now? you weren’t leaving ever again.

[unkn0wng1rly]

katsuki bakugo

cw: hubby!kat x wifey!reader, overwhelmed reader, soft katsuki, reassurance, fluff(?)

“daddy,”

katsuki was sitting in the playroom with his daughter, miya, helping her clear up the toys she used as it was nearing bed time.

you were in the other room upstairs, nursing your one year old son who was fussy the whole day.

he hadn’t responded because he’d expected miya to ramble on like she always did, talking about her dolls or school or whatever it was that was on her mind.

when she didn’t speak he looked up at her, she was holding her dolly who’s leg had popped off mysteriously, hair done in a braid by miya herself.

but he knew that wasn’t the problem, that happened a while ago. “what’s up princess?”

miya bit her lip, like the information he was holding was top secret. it was scaring him a little.

his eyebrows furrowed, trying not to come to the worst possible conclusion. “you know you can tell me anything, right?” katsuki pressed gently, dropping one of the pretend burgers into her kitchen set.

miya nodded, crawling over to her dad and sitting on his lap where he immediately cuddled her.

it was scaring him even more because it was so out of the blue, when katsuki had got home she’d been fine, playing with her brother and talking about school.

his hands seemed massive laying on her tiny back as she played with his shirt, almost nervously, like she shouldn’t tell.

“i saw.. i saw mummy crying today. i asked mommy why she was crying but she started smiling and said she was ok.”

when miya looked up, her eyes were slightly glassy and katsuki swore he felt his eyes tear up too.

seeing his baby cry provoked an emotion out of him that only people in this house could provoke, his heart tugging uncomfortably in his ribcage.

“i don’t think mummy is ok, i want mummy to be ok.” her soft little voice, the way her bottom lip trembled, it was all too much for him.

he brought her close, pressing her against his chest as he struggled to even find words. for starters he was so worried about you, but he’d attend to that later.

the fact that at such a young age she was so aware about other people’s feelings made him wonder just how intelligent she was.

both you and katsuki made sure she lived as a child and nothing else, not having to worry about anybody else but herself and her brother.

yet somehow, she was capable of feeling so strongly for others to the point she was upset at you being upset.

“listen sweetheart, i think your mummy is just tired lately, y’know how sometimes your little brother cries when he’s sleepy?”

he felt her mini head nod against his chest, his thumb rubbing up and down her back, looking at the box of toys in the corner.

“im pretty sure that’s how she feeling, she just needs a lot of rest.” his normally rough voice was just a hunch softer, only for his sweet girl.

miya looked up, big round eyes looking at him with such trust and love.

“really?” she asked, her mood brightening almost immediately like a child would.

katsuki nodded with a tight smile, not that she’d be able to tell the difference entirely anyways.

“c’mon, let’s finish cleaning up the bomb you left you in here and get in your jammies.”

a giggle came from her, protesting that the mess wasn’t a bomb.

after going upstairs and saying goodnight to her in her room, katsuki walked towards your sons room, pushing the door open a little.

he was already asleep, baby monitor on as he was splayed out on his crib, sleep sack secured.

smiling softly, he left the room, closing the door behind him as he approached your bedroom, opening the door and closing it behind him.

you were there, taking your hair out as you pulled back your side of the duvets, ready to call it a night.

“hi baby,” you cooed gently, though you weren’t even looking at him, tucking yourself into bed.

katsuki’s heart only got heavier and his frown deepened as he moved to his side of the bed, laying ontop of the bed.

for a few moments, he just watched, unsure of how to approach the matter.

you were taking some vitamins before pulling out a book, getting ready to read.

without thinking too much, katsuki took the book out of your hands, grabbing your attention rather quickly.

you looked up at him, utterly confused, but he didn’t let you get a word in.

“what’s wrong.” it wasn’t even a question, it was a statement, like he already knew something was wrong.

having been caught off guard, you let out a scoff mixed with a laugh, eyes looking at him like you should be asking him that.

“i’m fine..? i’m just trying to read.” you mumble, reaching to snatch the book back but he tossed it over his shoulders without another thought.

you watched it land on your rug with a deafened thud, pursing your lips together.

“tell me the truth y/n.” he said again and you rolled your eyes a little, making movements to go and retrieve the book. “i’m fine, chill out.”

his hand grabs your wrist which stops you altogether.

you look at him and see that he’s not playing around in the slightest, his red eyes analysing every facial expression you have to offer.

“that why miya saw you crying today?”

oh.

immediately your face flushed, eyes wide at the realisation that your daughter had seen you crying.

you thought that she was busy playing with her toys, you’d retreated to your sons room for a moment where he was taking a nap, the first time you had him quiet the whole day.

the tears took over you before you knew it, not even the soft kind, ugly sobs that had your body shaking, only muffled by your hand practically suffocating yourself.

you loved being a mother, you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

but the hard days were hard.

katsuki was a good help, when he came home from work he’d make sure to take over with the kids as much as he could so you could focus on other things.

but still, if it wasn’t the kids you were looking after, it was the upkeep of the house, with two kids under five who didn’t entirely understand the concept of chores, it was quite difficult.

and most of all?

you felt ugly.

you’d changed quite drastically after pregnancy, your beautiful figure long forgotten, filled out with curves and pudges.

not to mention you felt like a walking milk machine, shirts often stained with leaking milk from your nipples.

“babe?”

your eyes fluttered and you were back in your bedroom. it didn’t take more than a few seconds before you felt the hot tears slide down your cheeks.

drop.

drop.

drop.

katsuki manoeuvred you like a doll, bringing you to his chest and cradling you like he was to miya not long ago.

“i’m just so tired katsuki.” you sob brokenly. for so long you’d tried to bottle it up, telling yourself that this was just a part of motherhood.

he didn’t say anything, just rubbing you gently as he listened, he didn’t want to interrupt you.

“my body isn’t my own anymore, it’s just so hard, i feel overwhelmed sometimes and i’ve gotten so fa—“

he was listening intently until the last word, where he grabbed your chin in a half rough half gentle way, making eye contact

“if you finish that word i promise i’ll slap you.”

you gave a sniffly chuckle, you knew he was joking but there wasn’t a smile on his face, as much as he was kidding, he looked dead serious.

“aren’t you meant to be consoling me right now?” you huffed through squished cheeks, cheeks wet and eyes sparkly in the light.

“consoling you? of course, but i’m not going to sit here and listen to you berate yourself.” he scolded.

you rolled your eyes, he was always so serious when it came to you being self critical. that was because he knew the difference between criticism and just being unrealistic.

right now? you were the latter.

when you tried to push him away he remained steadfast.

“i’m serious y/n. don’t say those words about yourself, ever.”

your eyebrows were raised up. you thought he was just trying to make you feel better. “but it’s true.” you shrug hopelessly.

katsuki felt his heart shatter even more, he didn’t know your self image had gotten this bad.

“are you being fucking serious?”

you blinked.

“you can’t expect to have carried two children and look how you used to. you’re obviously going to look different. fuck if i had to carry even one child, god knows how i’d look.”

a smile crept up on the corner of your mouth, but he wasn’t done.

“baby, you’re the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever had the fortune of meeting and marrying. whether you’ve gained or lost a few kilos, i couldn’t give a fuck. you’ve given me life in ways more than one.” his voice was softer now, more gentle, like he was trying to prove how genuine he was with the tone of his voice.

he despised you feeling this way, he despised himself even more for doing a shit job at reassuring you.

sure, he’d called you beautiful and gorgeous or whatever word under the sun he could find. but that wasn’t enough.

he realised it now, something he should of seen so long ago.

you didn’t even realise you were crying again until it dribbled down your chin.

“i’m sorry for not reassuring you enough, i should’ve seen how bad you were hurting.” katsuki sounded like he was wanting to cry too, his voice the type of soft that he only ever exposed to you.

you shake your head, laughing and crying as you hug him tightly. “it’s not your fault kats, i refused to tell you how i felt.” you smile, a heavy weight that had been anchoring your heart disappearing.

he kissed your forehead, his fingers tracing the lines of your hair as he held you just like that, needing the closeness as much as you did.

“how about you go out of town for a few days, with your friends. i’ll take a couple days off work and stay with the kids.” he proposed, before changing his tact quite suddenly.

“don’t worry about me or the gremlins, if you do then i’ll think you’re doubting my parenting skills.”

your eyes gloss over again, but it’s not out of sadness this time. it’s because you’re overwhelmed with happiness. it made you wonder why you ever thought to hide how you truly felt from him.

it made you feel guilty for not being truthful with him sooner, for thinking he wouldn’t understand when he made a vow to understand you for the rest of his life.

“i love you kats, honestly.”

he gave another peck to your temple. “i love you too idiot.”

gentle cries came from your sons bedroom, you could tell what type of cry it was. he was hungry.

“i got it, you get some sleep.”

pulling away from katsuki, sighing as you thank him with a smooch on his lips. you pull yourself back into the covers, watching as he stands up and walks out of the bedroom, leaving you to close your eyes.

although you’d been sleeping everyday, tonight, you knew you’d really sleep.

[unkn0wng1rly]

ryomen sukuna

cw: bf!kuna x gf!reader, grumpy kuna, lover boy on the dl, random ahh story

nobody believed sukuna had a girlfriend.

he’d mentioned it in passing once to his friends. their reactions?

“wait wait.. come again?” suguru choked on his drink, sitting up a little bit.

satoru burst into fits of laughter, clutching at his side while his childish giggles filled suguru’s basement.

across the room by the sofa toji raised his eyebrows. “what drugs did you give her to make her date you? or maybe you’re blackmailing her.”

it was the night before their first big ice hockey game of the season at their college and instead of prepping, they were drinking away and smoking pot.

all of his friends tore him a new one and teased and poked fun at him the whole rest of the evening while he growled and shouted at them to shut up.

sukuna was surprisingly not as aggressive as he normally would be about false claims which made them wonder a little bit what his girlfriend was like.

after cussing everyone out thoroughly, sukuna left a little early, going home and heading straight to bed.

the following day, sukuna and the rest of his team were on the ice, warming up by doing drills and stretching whilst the stands filled with watchers of both teams.

satoru slid his way over to sukuna, holding out his hand expecting a high five as he smirked that irritable smirk.

sukuna looked down and rolled his eyes as he sped up away from satoru, pushing harder against the ice.

“aww, you still mad about last night? y’know you don’t have to lie about having a girl, your looks are pretty much girl repellent anyway.” he snorted, suguru giggling behind his hand as he skated past them.

sukuna ignored the comments and manoeuvred the puck in-front of him with his hockey stick, practicing his handling.

his pink hair tousled underneath his helmet as he shifted on his feet, skating past a few of the players on the team they were playing against today.

he was focused on what was infront of him when his pink ears caught on to the conversation they were having.

“she’s bad as fuck, y’think if i asked for a good luck kiss she’d give me one?” the other guy laughed in the same annoying manner that satoru did.

“nah, she’s got a poster in her hands, bet she’s one of those fuckers bitch.”

sukuna’s head jerked a little but he remained zeroed in on the hockey puck. for a sliver of a moment he thought they may be talking about you, but he remembered specifically telling you not to come to his games.

it wasn’t that he didn’t want you there in the stands, but he didn’t want his teammates drooling all over you like he knew they would.

he was pacing up towards the goal, getting ready to make a shot when he heard something that made him halt aggressively, ice shavings flying around his ankles.

“sukuna!” a sweet sound he’d be able to recognise from miles away, his body reacted before he could even think, turning around, searching frantically for you.

and there you were.

his first thought was how beautiful you looked, but his second thought was why did you have to look so beautiful.

you wore a pretty little blue dress that barely covered your mid thigh, the same shade of blue as his jersey colour, your hair done up with a bow pinned at the back.

the smile that stole his heart was plastered on your face as you waved at him, a poster in your hands that read ‘go team’ in your cute bubble handwriting.

he ignored the looks of disbelief he got from just about everyone on the field, his only focus was you, skating over to the edge of the rink where you stood.

“y/n, ‘the hell are you doin here?” his voice is rough as he took his helmet off, holding it loosely in one hand as you throw yourself onto him, small frame mushed against his ridiculously large one.

instinctively, he hugged back, his buff arm slinked around your waist, taking in the smell of home, of you.

when toji brought the scene to satoru’s attention, who was still laughing about how angry sukuna was earlier, his smile fades comically and his eyes widen.

it looked so wrong. big old, tatted sukuna with a cute, soft thing like you. his aura would make people turn the opposite direction, what with those insanely coloured eyes, and then there was your vibe, frills and happiness.

“i know you told me not to come but i just really wanted to cheer you on for your first game.” pulling back from the embrace, you look up at him, showcasing the poster proudly.

he wanted to be annoyed, but he couldn’t find it in him. you looked so happy and he would rather kill himself than take that away from you.

when sukuna didn’t say anything but stare at you, you sighed and pursed your lips, your hand coming to run through his messed up helmet hair.

“i won’t come to all your other games, i promise.”

sukuna shook his head and pulled you in closer when you made a move to step back. given his silence, you thought he was ticked off at your presence.

“next time, write sukuna.” he frowned, watching the way your eyes lit up again after seeing he wasn’t mad.

you got up on your tip toes, planting a big kiss on his lips. “mwahhh” the pink gloss you wore transferred onto his mouth, the strawberry scented liquid shining on his mouth.

despite how obvious it was against his paler lips, he didn’t care. he took it as a token from his woman, he’d allow you to do all those stupid girly things to him.

even you yourself was surprised how lenient he was, but it was only because he was a fool for you, he was truly head over heels.

“and who’s this beautiful lady.”

sukuna was so caught up with you that he had forgotten he was due to play a game—with a bunch of pea brains at that.

gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he let go of you as he turned around, facing satoru, suguru and toji, his other teammates frolicking like idiots in the back.

he opened his mouth but you spoke before he could.

“hi! i’m sukuna’s girlfriend, you guys must be his friends he’s always talking about.” you blurt out freely, making suguru raise his eyebrows.

“you talk about us at home ‘kuna?” toji drawls in a teasing manner and sukuna doesn’t hesitate to bite back. “nothing nice, don’t worry.”

satoru takes off his helmet, his hair still somehow perfect underneath that helmet as he flashed pearly whites at you, you weren’t sure if it was his attempt to try swoon you.

he was still trying to figure out how sukuna managed to bag a cutie like you and why you willingly wanted to date him.

“well, i’m satoru, if this asshole bothering you can come to me, yeah?”

sukuna’s eyes flash, and you notice it and quickly try to mediate before he got angry.

only you knew the extent of his possessiveness, and it reached out quite far. he tried to come off stand offish about things like that but his body often reacted before his mind did.

he just felt like it should be basic, common knowledge. you’re his, only his, everybody else should rip their eyeballs out in your presence

your hand curls around sukuna’s gloved one, he could feel the warmth of your touch through the thick material.

“thanks, but i think it’s the other way around, maybe you should offer him help instead of me.” you speak so sweetly it almost doesn’t register that you just rejected his attempt to smooth talk you.

suguru laughs at the way you shut down satoru in the politest way possible, the playboy who seemingly got everyone he ever wanted.

sukuna looked down at you again, feeling a sudden, childish, urge to show off to his dumb friends that you were his, that you hadn’t wanted any of them except him.

without thinking much, he grabbed your chin and gave a firm, claiming kiss on your soft, pink and glossed up lips. you were initially surprised but melted immediately into his lips.

you could tell that it was less about passion and more about making a statement, but you were happy either way.

the black haired man with a scar on his lips whistled and patted satoru on the back condescendingly.

“nice try bud.”

when he pulled away, his lips were more shinier than last time, but he still didn’t care. in fact, part of him wanted to kiss you just so he could taste that intoxicating lip gloss of yours again.

“i better hear you cheering me on.” sukuna gruffed, he was like a moody toddler who tried to pretend to be angry even when he was all giddy on the inside.

you were happier than ever, eyes creased up as you nodded. “good luck babe, good luck boys!”

a bummed out satoru skated away, suguru trying to console his ego whilst toji winked at you before leaving with sukuna, bombarding him with questions about you that he’d never answer.

this was precisely why he didn’t want you near his friends or at his games.

but knowing you were in the crowd, cheering him on, gave him a sense of comfort only you could offer him.

you were his soft spot, he knew it, you knew it, and now his friends did too.

it was also, by nobody’s surprise, that sukuna’s team won by a mile, sukuna being the mvp.

his friends teased him, saying he was showing off for you, but he didn’t even bother much to deny it, leaving them and skating up to you where you were screaming and clapping, all for him.

sukuna could barely get off the ice before you were kissing him everywhere on his face and hugging him.

although he tried to act like you were doing too much and made a pathetic effort to move away from your kisses, he had a singular thought at the back of his mind as he smirked slightly.

he could get used to this.

[unkn0wng1rly]

suguru geto

cw: bf!suguru x gf!reader, mentions of overstim, cute aftercare, gentle n caring suguru

18+

all your past relationships were fine.

just fine.

the men weren’t half bad, the sex (the three times you had it) was ok, you’d cum once but it was all thanks to yourself anyways.

you thought maybe that was just your love life, mediocre men.

but then he happened.

suguru came and changed everything for you.

he was calm where other men would flip, patient where others would grow tired of waiting and careful when you were vulnerable.

suguru consoled you through your mental breaks, took care of you on the days you couldn’t even get out of bed and all the while telling you how much he loved you.

you thought you didn’t deserve a man like him, you knew you didn’t. it was all far too good to be true.

but it didn’t even stop there.

no.

it wasn’t just his personality.

as vulgar at it sounded—his sex skills were something else.

you didn’t even know that your body could react in the ways he made it. it was like he brought your senses to life with his touch.

when you’d told him that you’d only ever had one orgasm, he knew it must be dealt with accordingly.

suguru wanted to catch you up to speed with every orgasm you lost out on, every time you should of been screaming someone’s name, his name.

which led you to your current position.

suguru loved overstimulation on you, it was his all time favourite.

he couldn’t get enough of the way you cried hopelessly when he told you to take it, when he told you he knew you could handle it.

the way your body would freeze for a moment, forcing another orgasm you didn’t know you had stored up inside you.

the way your poor thighs trembled when he wouldn’t stop fucking into you even when he’d promised he was done.

and he was always right, you knew it and he knew it too.

you could handle it, you always took whatever he gave you no matter how many sobs you let out, no matter how much you whimpered and sniffled.

you took it like a champ.

“that’s it baby, ain’t that feel nice? you got another one for me? y’gonna let me see that pretty face of yours cry out f’me won’t ya.”

and you would nod like the good girl you were, completely delirious and high off his praise, his belief in you.

his cock would nestle so perfectly against your cervix, pummelling into the place he knew you adored, the place you didn’t even know existed until you met him.

you’d come over and over on his cock until he finally deemed it satisfactory, pleased with the fucked out look on your face.

and the aftercare that followed? heaven.

suguru would promptly pick you up, seeing as you didn’t even know what planet you were on, run a warm bath with expensive suds and soaps he’d bought just for this.

he’d light candles and place you in, cleaning your whole body for you and washing your hair, giving your scalp the best message you’d ever experienced.

it was extra some would say, but after just demanding so much out of your body, the least he could do was make sure you were relaxed.

he’d always have pyjamas ready for you, dressing you and kissing your neck while he dried your hair.

“i love you so fuckin’ much, you’re my reason for existence.” he’d mutter, holding you tight for a moment, relishing in your touch.

on the nights you just wanted to sleep, he’d make sure the bed was perfect for you, pillows puffed up and blanket nice and toasty, caressing your head as you softly dozed off in his arms, feeling like the worlds most loved individual.

other nights where you felt like watching a movie or just relaxing, he’d cook or order take out depending on your mood, setting up the living room with just the right vibes.

there was a time where amongst all of his gestures, you found yourself balling your eyes out and he immediately became horrified, the usual calm manner he expressed long gone.

“what’s wrong angel? did i do too much this time?” his hands coming to cup your face as you looked up at him with tears streaming like a free fall down your face.

when you shook your head no, a little of his panic went away. “it’s just..”

“i love you so much and i don’t know what i did to deserve you.”

setting the plates of salmon and rice down to the side, he brought you onto his lap where you cuddled into him, his large arms wrapped around you.

suguru’s gentle voice caressed your ears, the same tone he always used when he was telling you just how much you meant to him.

“don’t say that, you deserve me just as much as i deserve you.” he pressed a kiss against your temple, rubbing your back soothingly.

“i’d be nothing without you, so you deserve every single part of me for making me whole.”

suguru had been sent from the heavens to heal you from everything that had happened to you in the past, he was your future now.

and you honestly wouldn’t of wanted it any other way.

[unkn0wng1rly]

ryomen sukuna

cw: hubby!kuna x wifey!reader, tiny breeding kink, mean but nice kuna, daddy kuna

18+

you were lucky enough that sukuna gave you one child. surprisingly enough you didn’t have to beg or grovel.

he’d just seen how much you wanted one, a mini demon he referred to them as.

it truly irked him how much it was everywhere. all over your phone, over the tv and your face in public whenever a baby or child came up to you.

it kept pissing him off knowing that you wanted a child so desperately that he caved, giving you a little gremlin to shut you up.

he tried to pretend like he hated it but he fooled nobody.

his little boy meant a lot more to him than he would of liked. his hair and eyes were just like yours. he also did this stupid thing where he tried to mock his laugh which he found amusing.

he found himself harbouring the same protectiveness over him as he did with you.

but he could tell you wanted a daughter, knew you secretly always would’ve love a little girl to dress up and do girly things with. and he’d be damned but he wanted one too.

he was supposed to hate children, insufferable little crybabies who did nothing but sniffle everywhere and cause a mess.

but he’d just put down your toddler for the night which wasn’t common but it entirely uncommon either, if you were too tired or sometimes if he genuinely just wanted to, he would.

though the bedtime stories sukuna read him were slightly questionable and often had him asking questions about whether a monster would crawl out of his bed or not, it was still nice to see.

it was to your shock that sukuna had located you in your bedroom putting away the drying, shutting the door behind him and pinning you to the bed with efficiency that had you gasping.

“kuna?” you questioned, squealing when he ripped down your sweats, bunching up your shirt and bringing his thumbs to your nipples, rolling the bud in between his fingers which were hardening to the touch.

he didn’t say anything, only grunt as he came to kiss your neck fiercely, teeth baring down on the skin, daring to pierce the delicate surface as he intended to leave bruises, his marks on his wife.

“damn brats.” he gnarled, licking at the purpling skin beneath his mouth, his thigh coming and pressing between your legs, driving them apart as he knee nudging into your crotch, he could feel your panties, they were damp already.

poor you was just trying to figure out what had gotten into sukuna to pounce on you like this, not that you were complaining anyways.

“baby wha—” he swallows your words in a kiss. it’s certainly a sukuna kiss, hungry, passionate, thriving for control. he bit down on your lip, drawing blood which made you mewl.

one hand is gripping your jaw, the other is fumbling with your panties, pushing them to the side as he brings one finger to you cunt, pushing it through your slick hole, engulfed by warmth.

you moan and he adds two more without a second thought, pulling away from the kiss as he looks down at your sopping mess, pads of his fingers driving upwards and curling against that delicious cushiony spot which had your legs shaking.

“kuna, whaat are you doin?” trying to speak normally is an impossible mission when he’s scissoring his fingers and you already know he’s prepping you to take his cock.

“you still got that implant?” he asked and your mind was blank, save for the way his fingers were pumping into you, but you wanted more, way more.

you shake your head no, you’d gotten it taken out yesterday and was scheduled for your next one in 2 days, you’d forgotten to tell him so that this exact situation could be avoided.

instead of the reaction you’d expected, he pulled out his digits with a slick ‘pop’, shamelessly licking your essence which coated his fingers.

“good..” you blinked rapidly, trying to process what he’d just said.

in an attempt to sit up, you prop yourself on your elbows but sukuna pushed you back down, with a careless shove.

the words were struggling to form on your lips, your eyes trailing as he pushed down his joggers, his aching cock free from its confines, beads of pre-cum drooling down the veiny girth.

“didn’t you always want a girl?” he asks lazily, holding onto his base and his other coming to hold firm against your hip, bringing his fat mushroom tip to your pussy, teasing the slit and dragging it up slowly, mercilessly, catching against your clit which made you freeze.

“ye-yeah,” you’re breathing heavy in anticipation, waiting, begging from him to sink in, you’re coating him in your arousal as he teases your entrance a little more, bringing a whine out you.

it’s the first time he looks at you dead on, the crimson eyes that held so much hatred towards everyone else in the world were showcasing desire and his own personal version of love.

the hooded lids give you chills, but at the same time undoubtedly made you wetter, he could feel it too and a smirk curled on his lips.

“how ‘bout i stuff you up nice and full, maybe this time you’ll pop a little girl out.” he doesn’t wait any longer, sheathing himself into you with one deep thrust.

you cry out, tears threatening to spill over, bottoming out almost immediately, his tip fighting its way to rub against your cervix.

you’d been so sure he wanted no kids to begin with, then he gave you your first and now he’s willingly giving you a second.

“you’re heaving for it aren’t cha’, desperate for me to fill you up so much you’ll be swollen from it.” sukuna’s voice is a cruel gravel, hands tightening on your hips as he begins to pull back setting a brutal pace.

“you want a girl so bad, can see it in your fuckin’ eyes, s’bout time i give you one.”

he was never one to be kind or be soft, and he didn’t carry that trait to the bedroom either. there was sure to be indents from his fingers by your hips.

you’re struggling to get the words out, you nod instead, moaning like a mess as his balls slap against your ass with each thrust, the lewd sounds skin against skin, your moans and cries has his cock throbbing.

“say it.” sukuna growls, swearing under his breath. he couldn’t believe he was doing this, going to make you pregnant again, he didn’t know what came over him but he wasn’t stopping now.

“want you to—haah! breed me, pump me with your kids s’kuna, pleasee.” god he’s never getting over how pretty you beg for him.

sukuna was a big advocate against begging and hated the sound of people snivelling for their lives or something they wanted. it was irritable and annoying

but when you were begging for his cum like this? it was music to his ears.

he brings a hand down, slapping your clit which gave a filthy squelch and you sobbed instantly, the sting leaving an aftertaste of pleasure. “fuck!”

“s’pussy is so tight, fucking squeezing around me so damn hard.” sukuna’s voice is guttural, coming straight from the pools of pleasure within his body as he brings your thighs up, pushing them against your body to give him more room to annihilate you.

at this new and improved angle, he’s easily hitting the spot that makes you lose all feeling, your hands clutching the bed intensely.

“tryna fuckin’ milk me already, huh y/n? s’that it, you desperate for my cum?”

you can’t even think anymore, everything is gone. all you can see is those beady red eyes looking down at you ravishingly.

legs trembling, your abdomen tightens almost painfully, every tale tell sign of your orgasm approaching going off. his cock only punishing that spongey spot inside of you.

“c-coming~” it’s the only word you can sound out, even then it’s barely legible, but sukuna knows, he knows you so well that he knew you were close before it even registered in your brain.

he chuckled, low reverberating sound that went straight to your clit. “go on, cum on my cock, show me just how dirty my wife is.”

your back shoots off the bed as you clamp down on him like some sort of molten vice, silky walls rippling around him unforgivingly.

a voiceless scream left you, despite how gone you were, you still attempted to keep it down for the sake of your son.

“good fucking girl, gonna fill you up, j’s like i promised.” the sensation pushed sukuna over the edge, he struggled to not let out a whimper, and he was so, so close to letting you hear it.

sukuna thrusted his hips one, two, three more times before he hilted himself entirely. “fuckkk, take it all.” his head is thrown back as thick, steaming ropes of his cum burst from his tip, filling up the deepest parts of your womb within.

he could still feel you convulsing around him, milking him for every drop he was worth, his abs tensing from the intensity of his orgasm.

as the last dregs of his cum filled you, he quickly, he flipped you over, collapsing onto the bed so that you were straddling his body, his cock still plugged up inside you.

you’re only just coming down from your high, eyes un-blurring as you look down at him, your sweat slicked bodies glueing to eachother.

“th—thought you hated kids, thought one was enough.” you try and joke, your breath coming in shorts huffs as you lay against his broad chest.

sukuna grunts, hand coming down to your ass, squeezing the soft globe firmly.

“yeah? thought it’d be nice to raise an army of mini me’s, knowing my legacy will continue.” you scoff, finger coming to trace the hard lines of his abs.

“and just who is providing you with said army? i feel like two is my capacity.”

he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, that evil glint twinkling in his eye whenever he was up to something mischievous.

now that you think about it, his cock hadn’t softened at all, he was still hard, infact he was twitching inside of you.

a yelp rips from you when he grinds himself lazily over your swollen clit, stirring all the spunk stuffed inside of you, a lewd noise emitting as cum leaked out of your frothy pussy.

“blame yourself, you’re the reason we’re here. time to face the consequences of your actions.”

[unkn0wng1rly]

satoru gojo

cw: hubby!satoru x wifey!reader, jealous toru, protective, random ahh story

your husband is a bit dramatic

it was a common fact you’d come to terms with when you’d started dating him. part of you had grown to love it.

he was so quick to coming to the worst conclusions in the world, it was honestly amusing to see the ideas he had whirling in that brilliant head of his.

you had needed to go grocery shopping since the house was getting a little empty from necessities and a few extras.

satoru had of course come with you, ever since you two had gotten married his favourite thing was to go out in public with you, showing you off as his.

it was kinda cute how excited he got, how he was ready to tell anybody who’d listen to him that you were the best creation that god had ever made.

you’d found your way to the cleaning isle, spending a bit of time on the anti bacterial sprays, looking for one with that specific coconut scent you loved.

as you were looking around, the sight of sprays reminded you of something that you’d forgotten.

turning your head, you looked at your husband who was standing right next to you, towering over your not so large frame. his snow white hair tousled in that messy way he knows you love, his undercut peeking out.

“babe, can you go get me that cooking oil spray? i forgot it when we went to get eggs.” you asked, he pouted a little, not cause he didn’t wanna help you but cause he didn’t want to leave your side.

your head tilts a little bit, eyebrows raising and he immediately responds. “the garlic one right?” satoru is admittedly quite scared of you.

sure he was the strongest, he knew that.

but you made him forget he had the powers of a divine being, all it took was a stare and he was keeling, obeying your every word.

he’d never seen you get fully angry and he preferred to keep it that way, though it secretly turned him on whenever you gave him ‘the look’.

“mhm..” you hum, looking him up and down as he grins sheepishly, turning around and disappearing down the isle.

you continue browsing the different cleaning sprays, trying to find the specific one you wanted, tip toeing slightly to pushing ones out of the way.

finally your eyes lock on the spray that was hiding behind all the other ones, you’re about to tiptoe again when someone speaks behind you.

“s’cuse me miss.”

you turn, seeing that a young boy who seemed about half your age was standing there.

his face flushed immediately as you looked at him, you sort of had that effect.

“oh wow..” he muttered lowly under his breath, you weren’t able to hear him properly so you move a bit, a confused look on your face.

the boy clears his throat, shaking his head. “do you know where i could find this exact product, my sister sent me but i can’t find it.”

looking down at his phone, you focus on the image which was a box of tampons, specifically the compak version for a regular flow.

you looked at him again, smiling softly. you felt sympathy for him, he seemed embarrassed and shy at the fact he had to ask for help about it, his poor face was bright red.

“of course sweetheart, come with me.” placing the basket down on the floor, you beckon him to follow you. his heart nearly burst at the pet name you gave him so casually.

you’d turned your head to walk towards the toiletries isle when you bumped into a wall, a human wall more like.

a hand wrapped around your lower back and you knew who it was by the touch alone, the slight panic disappearing as you looked up into your husbands icy blue eyes.

“oh you’re back, i’m just gonna go show this boy where to buy some tampons for his sister.” you start and you move to shift around satoru but he keeps his hands firm on your body.

“does she look like a store assistant to you?”

there was a silence and you close your eyes, you should’ve expected this.

“toru,” you try say to him but for this one rare occurrence in time, he’s not focused on you. his eyes glaring holes into the little boy who’s colour had just drained from his face.

“uh—n-no i was j—”

“don’t you see the ring on her finger? actually excuse me, that’s a stupid question, there’s no way you missed it.”

instinctively your eyes flicker to the boulder of a gemstone that lay atop the silver band. when he figured out what your favourite type of ring was he made sure to buy the biggest size possible.

he went above and beyond for his queen.

the boy stammered, caught like a deer in headlights. all he wanted to do now was leave, satoru was scaring him.

“i se—see it.”

“so why are you bothering my wife,” as much as you were annoyed at him for causing a scene, you did crack a little smile.

he was so shameless that you couldn’t help but to grin at antics.

when the young boy didn’t say anything satoru continued, the hand on the small of your back growing increasingly more rough but it wasn’t directed at you.

“i’d suggest you wander off then, go ask someone who actually works here, i’m sure they’d be more than happy to help you.” he forced an attempt of a smile which just appears to be a sneer, the boy quivering as he looked pale in comparison to the red he was a few seconds ago.

he scrambled away, curving at the next isle to run out of sight, leaving you and satoru standing next to the bleaches.

a sigh leaves you, moving away from satoru as you tut softly. “you know you didn’t need to do all that, he just wanted help.”

satoru’s sour mood leaked away as he caught up to you.

“didn’t you see how red he was? he was clearly into you.” he sounded exasperated, casually reaching up and grabbing the coconut spray you wanted a few shelves over, dumping it into the basket in the crook of your arms.

you laughed richly, walking along the sponges and dish soaps, grabbing a few dishwasher tablets and cleaning sponges.

“he was about half my age babe, he was not putting a move on me.” the idea was ridiculous to you, but to satoru it was even more ridiculous that you didn’t believe him.

“do you think that just suddenly makes you unattractive to him?”

scoffing, you move along the isles to candles and fragrances, picking some up and smelling them without much purpose.

you and satoru bickered half heartedly about this the whole way home, up until you’d finished packing away things in the kitchen, hands on your hips as he stands in front of you.

“are you fine with him finding you hot then?”

satoru looked like a toddler who’d been told off, mumbling and frowning at you like it was your fault for being so pretty.

your eyebrows raised in a slightly incredulous manner. “i’m not, but it’s not like i can stop him,”

“maybe i ought to keep you hidden away here, then nobody can try hit on you.” he pouted.

his lean arms brought you into a tight hug, like you’d planned to leave him and never come back.

he was so warm, usually so cold to everyone else but he was like a massive teddy bear to you. satoru’s eyes were shut as he inhaled the scent of you, which was just mixed with his own natural scent.

you smelt like him in your own way and he loved it, knowing that you were so completely his and he was hopelessly yours.

“you would love that wouldn’t you.” your hands came to finger with the gentle waves on his hair, compliant and soft between your fingers.

“just me and my wife alone? sounds like heaven come early.”

[unkn0wng1rly]

izuku midoriya

cw: bf!izu x gf!reader, pussy gets tore up by his mouth, overstim, praise, pussy drunk izu

18+

“cmon baby, only want a lil’ more, s’just so good.”

izuku was quite shy, not overly, but he was a little reserved, polite, slightly timid but that didn’t mean he wasn’t confident. he wasn’t a push over anymore, that much was for sure.

everyone still believed that izuku was innocent though, heck, even you did, and you’d been dating him for a few months now, he surely acted that way.

he was the most attentive and thoughtful boyfriend, he knew exactly what you needed all the time and had given you every ounce of love you deserved and more.

it was his constant blushing anytime you touched him absolutely anywhere that put you under the illusion of him being as innocent as he looked. the way he stuttered and fumbled over his words like a fool when you complimented him, his reluctant touches in public. it all made him seem like a little deer.

you and izuku got back to your dorm room together after having just returned from a paint-balling session with the whole class.

it was meant to be fun since your class didn’t do much together and for a while, it was, but towards the end you wished you didn’t go, katsuki was brutal and soft for nobody, especially you, it seemed like he targeted you for no reason at all, now your legs were aching and bruised.

“damn idiot,” you mutter under your breath, pretty much limping onto the bed and laying down on your back, taking your phone out.

izuku followed but instead sat on the foot of the bed, his hand coming to your calve, calloused and rough fingers softly caressing your legs.

“i’m sure he didn’t intend to hurt you fully.” he offers sheepishly, you look over the top of your phone and raise your eyebrows at izuku, an unconvinced look painting your features. “babe, look.” you point your fingers towards the purpling marks littering your legs.

you casually spread your legs to show him the the marks on your inner thighs and izuku almost glitches a little bit.

he didn’t know whether you forgot that you were wearing a skirt or whether you just didn’t care, but you freely showed him the clothed heat between your legs.

he knew he wasn’t even meant to be looking at you there and was meant to be focusing on the bruises but his eyes kept dragging back, drool accumulating in his mouth.

“y..yeah it looks good— i mean.. it looks sore.” he corrects himself quickly, forcing himself to blink away the perverted thoughts he just had.

“let me massage it for you.” he doesn’t even wait for you to say anything, but by the time you can say thank you, his hands are already coming to rub and tend to the aches on your thighs.

it hurt but it also felt relieving to you, not that much could be done to bruises, but the way his hands felt against your tired muscles was soothing in ways unimaginable.

you allowed him to continue while you continued to scroll, flickering through messages.

izuku was lost, his eyes greedily eating up your thighs and what was between them, the barrier of clothing stopping him from seeing you. he didn’t even know that he’d brought his lips to your inner thigh, placing a kiss inside, inhaling your scent. he continued to kiss along your thighs, his hands never ceasing in their massage, though it got higher and higher.

“that’s ticklish izu,” you squirm, your thighs shifting and trying to move away from the sensation of his plush lips grazing all around the sensitive corners of your thighs.

you look down and didn’t expect for your heart to stop with the way he gazed up at you. it was a certain look in his eyes that you’d never seen before, glossy, needy, desperate for something.

“im sorry beautiful…” he trails off distantly, he never stopped kissing your thighs though, bringing them to either side of his head. he wanted you to crush his head, wanted to know how it’d feel to suffocate like this, to have you steal the breath from his lungs.

in fact, instead of stopping, he proceeds to kiss up higher and higher, the warmth increasing tenfold, making him more dizzy on your warmth. he couldn’t get enough, not nearly, and he’d barely tasted you.

he’d never done something like this and he wasn’t sure what’d came over him but it was too late for him to act shy about his actions now.

“babe,” you whine softly, he swore for a moment all the blood in his body swam to his cock, it throbbed mercilessly in his sweats, a groan escaping him. the grip of his hands on your thighs tighten.

“stay just like this baby, just.. just let me taste you, need to feel you.” izuku begs, the tone in his voice whines just like yours, like he was pleading for his life right now.

his mouth trails up until he reaches your panties, heart striking when he sees the slight wet patch formed over the cotton, the slight intricate details of your sex pressed against the fabric. he felt weak in the knees just looking at you, smelling you, being this close to you.

“izuku!” your panties were sliding down your body so quickly you hardly realised what was happening to you until they were on the floor.

you and izuku weren’t sexually active per se, since you’d only dated a few months and you assumed he had no knowledge on that, but here he was, begging you to stay still so he could get a taste of you, all while your pussy was leaking arousal at the sudden spark in his eyes, the desperation in his voice making you feel jittery with shameful arousal. who knew that his pleading could turn you on so much.

you felt his breath fan over you, it made your spine shiver, a need for him to be on you. “you’re gorgeous, holy fuck.”

a protest was about to leave you, but it died straight on your lips the moment that you felt izuku press his tongue against your pussy, laying it flat against your dripping hole.

back arching immediately off the bed, phone dropping from your hand to the floor, your mouth pressed into the perfect ‘o’ shape as he licked a painfully long stripe up straight to your clit, a satisfied moan coming from him.

you tasted like all of heaven to him, like a straight cloud, he didn’t know how he stayed away from your pussy so long, how he could of possibly went without indulging in you.

cause now that he had a taste? nobody could pull him off until he had his fair share, not when you’d been keeping all of this to yourself.

“oh my—” your eyes shut, unable to focus on any one thing as his tongue lathers and slops at every crevice of you, tasting you for all you had, nose budging up against your clit hidden underneath its hood, his tongue circling the entrance to your vagina before inevitably delving in deeper, the flavour of you on his tongue irreplaceable.

“god, how am i meant to pull away from this.” he mumbles drunkenly, gone entirely, all right and sensible thinking diminished, destroyed.

all that was left was you, all you. he was fucked from the taste of your pussy, you’d hypnotised him without meaning.

the nerves in your body were on fire, burning hot at the way he munched at you like you were his last served meal, your orgasm was fast approaching and he hadn’t even used anything to penetrate you, just his mouth and tongue purely driving you insane, breathy moans and whimpers, sweat trickling down your back.

“izu,” hearing you say his nickname so sweetly made him swear he was about to nut in his boxers, the friction between him and the rough material was uncomfortably good.

“that’s it, just let go, let me clean you up.” he promised, pumping his tongue in and out of you faster, kissing and slurping you, nose hitting your clit more and more to get you to reach your climax, he could tell you were so close, he felt the difference in the way your thighs trembled around his head, the pitch to your voice increasing and how your hand came to his tufts of green hair.

the coiling sensation was hot in your abdomen, and you let out a shrill moan as it snapped, shockwaves of pleasure pulsing around your body, head tilting back exposing the beautiful column of your neck, pressing yourself against izuku, bucking upwards against his face.

“fu-fuck, oh shit.” izuku is on straight cloud nine when your liquids gush out of you straight onto his waiting tongue, making him fall deeper into the trance you had him under. he greedily lapped all of your essence in seconds, craving more of your sweet release.

as you came down from your high, it shocked you that his ministrations never stopped, his mouth prominent on you, if not more than before. “wait izuku! i’m still sensitive.” you splutter, voice hoarse from all that noise you were making.

you make eye contact with him and you feel like you’re looking at someone entirely different, the expression on his face showed no signs of halting anytime soon.

“cmon baby, only want a lil’ more, s’just so good.”

a little more he said. but that’s not how it ended four orgasms later, your voice gone and his hunger just barely sated, he would of kept going but he saw how burnt out you were, he didn’t want to push you too far.

almost as soon as he brought his mouth away and licked his lips one final time, it was as if the sanity just seeped back into his brain.

izuku was baffled at his own actions and a furious blush covered his face, quickly coming up to console you. “i’m so sorry baby, i didn’t mean to—i got so carried away, fuck.”

he panicked, his eyes wide at the state you were in. drool was dribbling down your lips, mascara ran down your face and the feeling in your legs completely vanished.

you barely managed a chuckle. “calm down izu, i’m not mad.” you ponder and rephrase your statement. “actually, i’m mad this never happened earlier, i didn’t know you desired to eat me out like that.”

the heat on his face only got more intense, it was now that he decided to act embarrassed as if he didn’t just give you the most ethereal head you’d ever experienced, your soul had left your body from how often he made you orgasm.

“well, i’m glad you liked it, that.. was the whole point.” his voice went soft again, mumbling underneath his breath gently.

you laugh as he climbs onto the bed next to you, his beautiful big eyes watching you nervously, scared you might show a trace of discomfort or discontent.

“liked it? baby i wouldn’t of came that much if i didn’t like it.”

[unkn0wng1rly]

katsuki bakugo

cw: bf!kat x gf!reader, jealous kat, random ahh story

he had sworn up and down that he never was and never would be the jealous type.

katsuki thought that men who got pissy about their girlfriends every move were just insecure and lacking some sort of masculinity. he thought it was dumb, irrational and just down right stupid.

well, that was until you became his girlfriend of course.

he’d never dated anyone before you despite having girls expressing their feelings to him here and there. unfortunately for them, none of them caught his attention like you did.

effortlessly beautiful, funny, but he’d rather die than admit that to your face, understanding and overwhelmingly perfect.

there wasn’t a flaw to your name, nobody could even try to compare to you in his eyes, you were his one and only, you had him entirely hooked without him realising.

it was all of those qualities that made him get a little possessive of you.

katsuki didn’t like that he felt so overprotective of you at times because he knew you were completely capable of handling yourself, but it was like some sort of instinct, like he had to make sure everyone knew not to mess with you, that you were off limits.

he didn’t care about what you did and he never limited you, no, he wasn’t like that.

it was more so the fact that every time you were together and katsuki witnessed you converse with another male who was obviously eyeing you like a bone, he got a little twitchy.

he didn’t like how likable you were to everyone else, at the end of the day he knew that you were his and that was what always calmed him down from exploding, but he’d be damned if it still didn’t piss him off.

like right now for instance.

class 3A and 3B were having a little get together in class 3A’s dorm. katsuki had originally refused to come but after you begged him, he gave in to your pleas.

katsuki was sitting down on the couch, holding his drink in his left hand as he looked like he’d rather be elsewhere, kirishima, sero and denki by his side as usual, though they talked to others around them.

his eyes landed on you, and for a moment his gaze softened before it hardened almost immediately when he saw who you were talking with.

that fuckass punk, monoma, he had no idea why on earth you befriended someone so psychotic and crass as him, and he knew he didn’t have much space to talk but monoma was a whole other level.

he was horrible, yet you were convinced he just had a crude sense of humor which he found hard to believe.

he always seemed so damn flirty around you, katsuki didn’t miss the way he stole glances at your lips when you pouted or smiled, because that was something he normally did.

katsuki tutted his teeth slightly and tried to avert his eyes, his body heating up slightly from anger that bubbled inside of him like a ticking bomb.

but then he heard it, the sound that made his heart squeeze and his blood pressure rise, the butterflies he once thought dumb beating against his stomach, the sound of your giggling.

his eyes darted back immediately, watching you giggle and laugh from another man. fuck, it wasn’t even that you laughed because of another man, but because it was from monoma.

the fact that he was able to rise that reaction out of you made katsuki shiver, an uncomfortable breeze traveling down his spine. it’s not like he felt threatened or anything, he was more just agitated.

he didn’t even realise how tight the grip was on the cup, the contents of it threatening to spill over onto his jeans.

katsuki quickly placed it down on the floor to avoid making a mess, standing up abruptly and walking over, snatching up a drink from the kitchen along the way and holding it in his hand, being careful as to not crush it beneath his hands.

“i got you another drink.” his gravelly voice pierced through your giggles as katsuki had approached the pair of you, his presence looming over you, making you look up at him, noticing his eyes seemed more red than usual, one of his hands outstretched to take the cup in your hands which you barely realised was empty.

you looked down at the cup he held out towards you, a smile forming on your face as you tilt your head at katsuki.

“aw thanks baby, i didn’t even notice i needed another one.” you lean over to kiss his cheek appreciatively as you take the new drink, taking a sip of it and missing the tension between katsuki and monoma.

katsuki melts at the feeling of your lips on his face, though nobody would’ve been able to tell with how stoic his face was.

his crimson eyes glared over at monoma who had his eyebrows raised, a slightly sour expression painting his face, like he was jealous.

that in itself was all the reassurance katsuki needed. that’s all monoma could be.

jealous.

you were his and there was no disputing that. no matter how hard he tried to flirt with you or win you over, you’d never see monoma in that way, you only had eyes for him.

“mhm.” katsuki grumbles, his hand slithering to squeeze your waist once, his rough and padded fingers grazing against your exposed skin before he lets go and walks away, leaving you oblivious and monoma pissed.

from a distance, kirishima was watching and laughed to himself softly. “‘not jealous’ my ass.”

uhm first time properly using this app i lwk dk how it works… just wanted to splurge what was on my mind idk