NOTES :: first toji fic do u guys likey, fluff and a bit of angst from toji’s side and comfort from reader, pregnancy (obviously), short drabble, mentions of alcohol and old addictions of gambling, mentions of feet for a foot massages
W/C :: 651
“yeah, i’ve got a kid on the way.” toji smirked smugly, leaning back against a run-down couch in a run-down hiding shelter for guys like him, waiting for his manager -shiu- to get back with his next job.
ryu, a well-known adrenaline junkie in these shady shadows, sat down next to the hunk of muscle. “you? a father?” he snickered.
toji’s eyes narrowed, his fists curling up and his shoulders tensed.
“what’s that meant to mean, bastard?” his gruff voice echoed through the room, chatter from nearby lowering into hushed whispers.
ryu’s lips curled up, a scrawny smile for a sly man. “I’m just saying, the missues ought to be careful with a guy like you.”
before toji could react and give this guy a proper beating, the sound of expensive shoes caught his ears. “zenin, come on. i’ll drop you off.”
the bulky man snarled, ''i've already told you. i took my wife's name.''
now after the mission, getting his pay, he's walking back home. head low.
walking down thinly-lit streets covered in blood that wasn’t his. ryu’s words were stuck in his mind, who does he think he is? he had cash in his pocket, he could easily drink his thoughts away; spend money at some nearby cash grabs that’d make him seem like he had a chance of winning if he just tried again.
the only thing that stopped him was you.
toji hoped you were atleast asleep at this time, he knows how much you begged him to take different jobs. he was made for this. but even a man like him could just never come home one day.
stepping through the door after prying his boots off on the porch, he bolted to the shower and began his ‘cleansing’, as you would call it for dramatic effects.
“tojiii!” your voice squealed happily, busting through the door just as his rough hands wrapped a towel around his waist.
his brows arched, expecting you to be in bed, “mmmh? what’re you doing up, little miss?” after tying the towel, he ruffled your hair.
you giggled, “i was waiting for you. been wanting foot massages.” walking him out of the steamy bathroom and to the bedroom. dim lamps and the tv projecting your favorite show.
toji pulled on light pyjama sweats, old things that’ve been threading at the seams. he got to work at your feet, thick thumbs doing just the right thing. easing cramps and swelling.
moments went by, you could tell your dear husband was thinking about things. and that was never good if he wasn’t chatty beforehand. “honey? is something wrong?” pausing the show, you settled your gaze on him.
“jus’ thinking, ma.” he cleared his throat, a little hoarse from being quiet for a long period of time. “mhm? about? share with the class.” you teased, poking his side with ur foot.
the man let out a sigh, scratching the back of his neck.
“ma, i don’t think ill be the best dad. i don’t want to let you down.” he started, playing and tugging with the bedsheets like a toddler in trouble.
“i’ll keep trying for you, and the bun in the oven.”
your lips trembled, emotional hormones kicking in. “eh?! who said that!” you whined, crawling over to him. “don’t listen to those slackers, they’re the type of people that are lonely snails at home!”
he let out a grunt as you draped yourself over him, his hand instinctively moving up to rub at your swollen stomach.
“they’ll be hearing from me and my foot up their ass for making my little husband feel like that!” nuzzling your cheek against his, toji cracked a smile.
“mhm? yeah?”
“uhuh!”
“now now, baby. i don’t know about little husband…” toji propped his head up in his hand, a brow raised in interest.
you shushed him, “well i don’t care. big, small, you’re still my husband.”
“damn right i am.”
2 months later, baby megumi is introduced to the world.
a/n :: rlly short, testing the waters and not proofread </3
✧ uzuikyo : just a little warm up, because it's been so long since i posted !! hope u guys like it >.<
you groaned as you felt the cushion behind you dip, feeling the warmth of a body laying next to you. "choso?" you mumbled, brain still foggy. his familiar scent calmed you down, together with the arms that wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. "hi my love, it's just me. sorry to wake you up." he softly whispered as you shuffled, turning around to see his face. he gave you a gentle smile when he met your eyes, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
"how was work?" you asked, eyes half-closed. "fine, a few of my clients were giving everyone a hard time. but all is good, now that i'm home with my baby." you smiled at his reply, snuggling up in his chest. "i missed you". choso hummed, "i missed you more, my love. i'm glad we have the whole day together tomorrow." you nodded, smiling at the thought of finally having the same day off as your husband.
"good night, baby." you kissed his neck before snuggling back into his chest. "good night, beautiful."
Thinking about newly turned demon reader who Akaza has taken under his wing and is growing increasingly annoyed with because she refuses to eat human flesh. Eventually, he lets her do what she wants (cuz serving chopped up human heads on a silver plate -even with a fancy garnish on top because he tried to make it appealing- isn’t persuading her in the slightest) and she says she’ll go out and kill a cow or something instead. Anything to eat meat that’s not human. So, because he has a soft spot for her, he lets her go and come back.
She comes back seemingly completely empty handed. He’s just like, “Um, what the fuck? First, you don’t kill humans, now you don’t even have the heart to kill a cow?” She shrugs and makes a joke that maybe she’s a vegetarian now, and she starts chugging down a jug of milk to distract her from her appetite.
Well now he’s staring at her. Because where the fuck did she get a whole ass bottle of milk from? Looking at her, there’s no way she doesn’t look like a demon. It’s not like she just walked right up to some humans and made a trade, “Here, have these human teeth I strung together into a necklace in exchange for a drink; no, not sake, something even better- milk.” So now he’s wracking his brain trying to figure out how the fuck she managed to conjure up milk? Is it some secret demon superpower she has??
“I just milked it.”
“You…just…milked…it.”
“Yup. Easy peasy.”
“You. A demon. Just… meandered on over to the nearest cow you saw, thought you’d spare its life, and instead, got on your knees, pulled up a jug, and milked it? And it fucking let you???”
“Like I said. Easy peasy.”
As if every living creature in existence isn’t completely repulsed by the presence of demons. As if they can’t smell their bloodlust a mile away. As if they don’t run for dear fucking life when they catch wind of a demon.
She, with her horns and fangs and claws, walked right up to a cow and simply milked it.
✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU + GETO SUGURU — your stepdad gojo always seemed to show off how good your father / daughter relationship really was whenever his bestfriend would visit.
ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! stepcest, stepdad!gojo, vouyerism, f!receiving oral, teasing, you refer to him as daddy, pet names. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! hi guys! it’s me! i got struck w motivation suddenly & i missed u all ! <3 i’m back on my filthy little agenda & finally elaborating on this post now that i’m back :3
you always loved when your step dads bestfriend visited, you could always tell it was him with how softly he seemed to close the door — your home suddenly being filled with light hearted jokes from the two men downstairs that always pulled you out of your bedroom.
geto had always been kind to you, he’d basically been as big a part of your life as gojo had been— although you always thought it was funny the way they would both playfully fight for your attention. more so your dad’s bestfriend just letting him win so he didn’t have to listen to him whining about how he’s stealing you from him.
so today is just the same when you hear you the familiar “you’ve got a visitor, sweet girl.” call from downstairs as it’s followed by a smooth chuckle from the man in question. you know who it is— you’ve just gotten out from your shower, skin still slightly damp underneath the oversized fabric of your daddy’s shirt and you don’t really have the time to change into something warmer, opting just to deal with the panties underneath — the shirts long enough to hide them anyway.
it’s fast the way you make your way through the house, almost toppling into the living room as your greeted with the two men on either sofa. you suddenly feel nervous with the way their eyes cut into you, feeling hot underneath their gaze as you grab and pull at the hem of your shirt.
“slow down, sweet thing. excited to see me?” is how it begins, the usual teasing as gojo gives his bestfriend a narrowed look followed by a sly smirk sent your way. but it seems to cut through the tension in the room, helping you relax as his arms outstretch and you suddenly feel embarrassed underneath your clothes when he gives you an expectant look, tapping at his lap when you pause and rock yourself on your feet.
but you’re much too distracted by the way geto’s looking at you, head propped up against his fist as he lets himself rest against the arm of the couch. his hair is pulled back handsomely, letting you admire his pretty cut features and the usual kind-hearted smile he always reserved for you. “it’s good to see you again.”
“hah! come onnn~ you shy? ‘ts just suguru, you don’t wanna embarrass me infront of my friend, right?” gojo groans, a little louder this time as his crystalline gaze narrows playfully at you with a pout. your step dad has always been a little touchy, especially around his bestfriend — always insisting you spend your time together tucked into his lap or under his arm, like he’s staking a silent claim.
“you better go before he starts whining, we won’t hear the end of it.” geto’s words are soothing but he makes sure they’re loud enough for his friend to hear as the snowy haired male tuts. but just before he fires back another quick response, he smirks as you pad your way towards him — giving into the way his arms wrap instinctively around your hips as he pulls you into his lap, letting your thighs rest over his own as you press into his side under his arm.
“see, bet you’re comfy now, right? gotta show suguru that i’m still your favourite.” the first half of gojo’s sentence is a low drawl as you readjust yourself, words breathed along the shell of your ear before he makes the latter a little louder. like he’s celebrating a victory as his bestfriend pretends not to hear him.
but you press yourself into him just like always, it was too easy to get lost in the feel of him against you — tucking yourself against him as he lets one of his arms curl around you to rest at the base of your spine.
you let yourself chime into their conversation for a while before you just allow yourself to listen— opting for a giggle or a laugh at their playful banter, feeling gojo squeeze at your hips everytime he says something that he finds particularly funny so he can make sure you’re listening, laughing. you readjust yourself against him again and he’s always there to pull you closer, pressing a quick peck against your temple and you like how homey it feels when the three of you are like this.
the time seems to move quickly, the conversation has settled down slightly despite the way the two bestfriends still seemed to tease eachother and you feel content from where you’re curled against your stepdad, face resting in the crook of his neck as his fingers smooth along your spine.
“is she asleep?” you hear geto ask lowly, kindly and it makes your eyelashes flutter— tickling along gojo’s skin as he hums. he knows you’re not, but he still lets the question hang for a few more moments as his fingers trace shapes into your skin. he readjusts himself, silently before the next twist of his wrist brings his hand around your hips, placing featherlight touches along the planes of your skin until you shudder into him.
“daddy—“ it’s embarrassing, the soft whine your voice takes— you’re so responsive. your daddy’s heard you like this before, he took great pleasure in being able to pull those sounds from you but this was a first for his bestfriend.
“oh? ‘s my sweet girl tired? suguru was worried.” you keen at the low drawl gojo’s voice takes— you’d heard it like that before, it was like instinct the way you reacted to it especially when it’s accompanied by the teasing squeeze of his palms — kneading at your skin until you’re fidgeting.
“i’m fine.” you murmur as you try so hard to bury yourself into your stepdad’s neck, you’re so embarrassed— too hot underneath your clothes and all he’s done is barely touch you, show off the reaction he can pull from you with just a few swipes of his fingers.
“oh yeah? just fine?” gojo drawls again, a lull to his voice that lets you know he’s teasing you and you can’t help the way your arms reach to wrap around his shoulders, fingers twisting in the snowy peaks of his hair as you grumble in response, but you know he won’t let you away with just that.
you can feel the heat of geto’s gaze from across the room and the way it follows the warm press of the fingers along your skin, the shape of your waist, the swell of your ass and you keen at the attention before they pinches playfully at the skin, making you jolt as you press your chest into his with a short whine.
“n-no.. i’m good.”
“can’t hear you, princess. lil louder f’ me, make sure he can hear you.” gojo almost chuckles with your sensitive little reaction, the heat from your arousal feels like it burns you and now you really wish you’d thrown on something to hide the way you’re rubbing your thighs together. you’re so desperate, needy to feel something before your mind blurs at the feeling of your daddy’s long fingers finally pushing between your thighs to squeeze.
“you’re making her nervous, satoru.” grounds you as geto pushes himself to stand, his eyes seem darker now but the kindness in his expression remains the same as he takes his first careful step into your space. you’re already pliant, like putty when the snowy haired male beside you moves you so easily, pulling at your thigh until you’re pressed perfectly, pretty in his lap while you face his friend — back pressed against his broad chest as he breathes deep along your shoulder.
“that right? you think you can calm her down, sugu?” there’s something carnal in gojo’s words, like a challenge— he knows that nobody could ever beat him when it comes to you, the pleasure he can pull from you is limitless. but he can feel the way you seem to stiffen, your breathing coming in short pants as his bestfriend comes closer until he’s looking down at you both, but his eyes are on you before he crouches down to your level to meet you.
“oh i wouldn’t say that.” his voice seems different now, lower— deeper when you find yourself suddenly too nervous to meet his gaze but your step dad forces you to, fingers circling from behind to hold your jaw gently in place as his other hand pulls at your inner thigh.
you feel so exposed as gojo spreads you so easily with one hand, like he’s serving his pretty little step daughter up to his bestfriend like a meal, although you admit geto’s looking at you like he could devour you completely. your thighs almost tremble with want with the first press of your daddy’s best friends palm against the opposite thigh, helping to hold you open as he admires the already damp spot on your panties.
“but she seems to like this, don’t you, pretty girl?” geto’s words are still smooth despite the way his fingers squeeze in your skin as he leans forward, letting himself press a quick kiss against your clothed pussy before he exhales against you— like he’s taking his first breath of fresh air in years.
the sounds that leave you are humiliating as he pushes deeper into you, letting his tongue tease along the damp fabric— pressing into the swollen bump of your clit all while your step dad holds you in place. your thighs and hips quake, as do your lungs with every staggered inhale you take— you can barely breathe with the way he drinks you up, tongue rolling and curling through your folds so expertly you wouldn’t believe there was still a layer between you both.
you jolt, tremble and gojo knows you’re already close as he curls over you — letting you feel the heavy press of his cock against your lower back as he suckles wet kisses along your throat from behind. “make sure you’re good for sugu, alright, sweet thing.” his words are hissed through his teeth as he rocks into you slightly, pushing his bestfriend’s mouth even deeper between your thighs before his fingers finally hook underneath the fabric of your panties to pull them aside.
“but gotta remember you’re daddy’s girl.” it’s growled, timed well with the way geto’s tongue finally presses against the now exposed skin of your folds, cutting through the glistening petals as he suckles and smacks at the mess. you can’t help but arch back into your stepdad, urging him to let his free hand palm at your tits, twisting and flicking at the raised skin of your nipples through his shirt until you’re whining so greedily for more.
“mmm, see.. so sensitive f’ only me.” his words urge you to turn to meet him and you can taste the possessiveness in gojo’s words when he’s suddenly pushing them between your lips as he kisses you, messy and driven even more by the way geto’s mouth is wrapped around you all while he watches. his long fingers clasp gently around one of your nipples before he pulls and you feel lightheaded with how close you are, feeling the flames of your orgasm lick at your spine as you feel his clothed cock press languidly into you from behind as he licks into your mouth.
“daddy.. please.” you beg against him and the man pulls away to chuckle smugly, suddenly as your chest expands with every shakey breath you struggle to take. you’re so close, you feel too hot for your skin but just as geto closes his lips around your clit to suckle — he pulls away, cheeks wet with slick as he breathes out your step dads name.
“i only needed another second, satoru.”
“nope, times up.” gojo mutters playfully and if you couldn’t feel just how affected he was by this you’d assume he wasn’t at all with how giddy he sounds, but then his attention turns back to you.
“you gonna show him how sweet you are for daddy now? i knew my sweet girl wouldn’t let him tease me like this.”
