Can U Do Headcanons For Javier, Arthur, John, And Dutch Having A S/o That Really Likes When They Are

can u do headcanons for javier, arthur, john, and dutch having a s/o that really likes when they are rough with them and dominate them ;)))) or just in general having a submissive so

John Marston

It’s a little weird to him at first (we all know Abigail is the one who pegs him) but he can get into it pretty quickly

He’ll be pretty unassuming and laid back most of the time, but he will have his moments

As soon as the eyes of the others leave you he’ll pull you by the collar and bite into your neck while he grits into your ear about how much he wants to devour you

He likes to fuck you from behind with a gentle hold on your throat, and the occasional squeeze to feel you clench against him

Dutch Van der Linde

A natural dom. And he’d love it if you were into it too

His favorite thing is probably spanking you. He loves your squeaks, and the tears that prick at your eyes while you feel the sting, and he loves comforting you afterwards

And he’d definitely be into collar and pet play for you too. He’d love to hold onto your leash while you ride his cock

High Honor Arthur Morgan

Like John, he’s mostly quite tame, but he has his moments

He has times when he likes to see your hands tied behind your back and see you squirm in pleasure while he fucks you into soft earth

He has times where he likes to ride his horse extra rough while he’s stroking your sex

Low Honor Arthur Morgan

Another natural born dom, Arthur isn’t shy about it all

He loves to see your skin blossom with bites and bruises from his ministrations

He loves to hold down your head and make you choke on his cock. He loves seeing the tears at your eyes and your drool all over his cock

And he loves to cum on your face and mark you, or see how long he can hold you down with your nose pressed against his pelvis while he empties his load down your throat

Javier Escuella

Loves to come up with arbitrary reasons to punish you, like bringing up how you stole one of his kills or “hurt his feelings” with your sarcasm

And he’ll punish you with a rough fucking where he edges you for what feels like hours, and you’ll be able to see the bruises where he gripped into your thighs for days

Eventually his heart will be too wound up with passion and love, and he won’t be able to resist giving you what you want, though. And seeing the quirk of his eyebrows and the dilation of his eyes when you whimper right before he gives in is like nothing else.

His Favorite Toy

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Pairing: Fushiguro Toji x Fem!Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Summary: Toji kidnapped you and keeps you as his little plaything who isn't allowed to go outside. One night he decides you'd lookbr better pregnant...

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Rating (PLEASE READ!!!): 18+, Explicit Sexual Content, Breeding Kink, mention of forced sex in the past, Choking, Somnophilia, Stockholm Syndrome, Violence, Sexual Violence, Obsessive and Yandere Behaviour, Kinda Happy End? Maybe? lol

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ A/N: Reupload (also posted on AO3)

You lost count of how many days you were locked inside this bedroom that wasn’t yours. Gulping you let your eyes wander across Tokyo’s skyline. The Tokyo Tower shone its brilliant orange-red already. There was no single cloud in the sky and yet you had trouble seeing any stars. As usual did the flood of lights of the city swallow the natural light of the night. Some people still were in their office or only started their working shift now. Others were coming home and taking their beloved ones into their arms, a warm meal and frolicsome talk waiting for them. They were free, had family and friends around them. And yet you didn’t want to swap places with any of them. Not anymore.

The paralyzing fear from the beginning had subsided and got slowly replaced with something you’re unable to describe. Whenever you’d heard footsteps outside the bedroom you froze and prayed the night would not feel like an eternity this time. Now you waited eagerly for him to return and felt lonely anytime he’d leave. Was it love, you often wondered.

Though he did take you by force so many times at first he never severely hurt you. He also always took care of your needs, fed you well and showered you with gifts: it ranged from little presents such as exquisite confection to gorgeous fabricated dresses. Yesterday you received the nightgown you were wearing now. He didn’t order you to wear it tonight. He didn’t need to.

Licking your lips, your eyes darted to the clock on the wall. Your breath turned heavier with each passing second. Soon he’d be here. You nearly jumped at the dull sound of a door being slammed shut and the rattle of keys a few moments afterwards. He was home.

Meanwhile Toji tried to pinpoint the moment he became so weak for you. He looked down the turquoise bag in his hand and felt anger rise within him. Normally he wandered from one woman to another, leaving them as soon as he got bored or squandered their money. And now look at him! Spending even the money he won in gambles for you!

On impulse he’d decided to take you with him and lock you away from the world. The mere thought of another man only looking at you made his mind go blank with naked rage. For fuck’s sake, what was this feeling? You’re supposed to be a plaything for a month or two before he’d throw you away like he had done with every other woman!

Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

What had you done with him?! You were nothing more than a worthless girl who couldn’t offer anything to him but her body. Her beautiful, soft, warm body…

“Fuck.” He snorted and flung the door open. It’s been a while since you’d looked at him with these big, surprised eyes. These damn eyes… So pretty… The fact others did see them as well in the past drove him insane. Your breathtaking eyes… He wanted to see them wet with tears again. It’s been too long since you cried for him.

“W-Welcome home, Toji.” He heard you meekly greeting.

Toji didn’t respond, studied you instead. He was more than pleased to see you in the nightgown he had gotten for you. He licked his lips, a sudden picture of you wearing this nightgown, your belly nicely big and round from carrying his child. There was one of his brats already in this world - or maybe he was dead already; he didn’t know nor care -, but for some strange reason the image of filling your cunt to the brim with his cum until you’d be blessed with his child weirdly excited him.

“Undress. Now.”

You knew better than to reject his command. His gaze burned on your skin and you knew his touch would burn much hotter. You couldn’t hold back a faint smile, hearing him puff a satisfied sigh as the silk glided the floor and revealed your beauty in all its glory. You could only guess what he was thinking for not wearing a slip. Judging the forming bulge between his legs he was overjoyed by what you had to offer. Knowing he still wasn’t tired of your naked body after all the countless nights he’d fucked you unconscious fed your confidence. You were his prisoner and yet you couldn’t shake off the feeling you’d trapped him in your own way.

“Not wearing anything underneath, huh.” Despite his frown, Toji sounded rather pleased . You nodded. “You only gave me the nightgown, so I thought you’d prefer for me to wear only that.” Toji’s frown deepened and he hummed in response. He put the bag down before he walked to you. Expectant eyes looked at him. For some reason it irked him. Did you look at someone else with the very same expression in past?

Your stifled yell and in surprise widened eyes as his big hand clasped around your neck with brutal force let his massive cock throb in impatient need to breed you well. Instinctively you grasped his wrist, your o-shaped mouth formed a forced smile. A whimpered moan joined your choking sounds when his other hand took a violent grip on your sodden pussy. “Can’t wait for my cock to fill you up, isn’t that so?” He sneered. “Or how else would you explain that dirty mess down there? Or… did you play with yourself while I was gone? Couldn’t wait for me?”

“…lway.. read.. fo- ..u.. Toj-”

Toji fed on your helplessly trembling form. You were so fucking perfect, the perfect match for him, the perfect woman to bear his perfect child. He would spurt his seed inside your belly until you couldn’t take it anymore, until you’d beg him to stop. But of course he wouldn’t. Over and over again he’d use your pretty little cunt as his little cum dumpster, as he’d always done, until he was sure you were full with his sticky juices so your belly could grow nicely round the upcoming months.

Thinking about it made him go feral. With desperate need he stuck his tongue deep into your mouth. Tears started to spill out your eyes, his fingers fucked you so relentlessly good. Your legs went wobbly, your vision started to blur and slowly turned black. Small lights started to explode in that darkness, your stifling grunts and his inhuman growls gradually fading into nothingness. The last bit of your consciousness was sent into orbit as a jolt of immeasurable ecstasy let your body uncontrollably spasm and defeated your senses for good.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You woke up to a naughty sloppy squishy sound and low erratic moans. It took you for a little while to grasp where you were and what was happening. You, too, joined Toji’s lust layered puffs, his cock stuffing your cunt just too good. Toji chuckled. “Is my filthy little doll finally awake?” He thrusted into you from behind, so deep and hard it made you yelp.

You felt his grip on your ass cheeks, squeezing them apart just before digging his nails into your flesh. “You are such a nasty girl. So dirty and messy even when you’re passed out.” It was then that you realized how wet the sheets down there were. You cpuld only imagine how much your pussy was leaking with your juices and his cum. For how long was he rutting into you already? How many times-? Before you could finish your thought he cackled. “Nasty little girl, let me cum inside you at least five times. So needy for my cream, hm? Wanna make me a daddy so bad, huh?”

“T-To-ji–” You squeaked his name in trance, drool running down the side of your mouth. Your knuckles went white from gripping the sheets so tight. You couldn’t stop tears from forming and flowing down your burning cheeks again, the pain and pleasure between your trembling legs far too overwhelming. Toji’s hot breath tickled your neck, traveled down between your shoulder blades. The unexpected tender kiss he placed there let your heart burst.

“I’ll never let you go.” He flipped you over, but gave you no break and shoved his dick deep inside your pussy, throbbing veins massaging your walls just right and making you near pass out again. “Oh baby, you love milking me dry, don’t you?! So greedy.” He gripped your face, pressed your mouth open. “You’re fucking mine.” Toji’s lips brushed yours. God, you looked so darling, all broken and without any will left . “You’re so fucking pretty, my little doll.” Your eyes rolled back, the intensity of his thrusts making you feel like being splitted open any moment.

“S-Stop. Can’t…hurts…” Somehow you’re able to utter those words, however, Toji couldn’t care less. He just chuckled and laughed even louder when your legs wrapped around his body to pull him closer. Admittedly, he was positively surprised you’d any strength left. Or maybe your body just acted on its own already? Begged for more this way? You’re just so damn cute. Too cute for your own good.

“I am going to kill you if you ever try to leave me. Got it?” His threat didn’t reach you. You were too far away already, your mind and body went limp, begged you for a much needed rest. A slapping sound, followed by a burning pain across your cheek, brought at least a tiny part of your senses back. “Answer!” “Y-Yes–.” You mumbled in delirium, without any idea of what you’d agreed to. Honestly, you didn’t care. Your focus was on your approaching climax. Tip of cock continued hitting your favorite spot and all you’re able to do was to moan and cry in response. Juices oozed out your abused pussy, creaming Toji’s cock just the way he liked it.

“Toji kissed you hard on the mouth. As If being possessed by an unknown force you shuddered and screamed, the gravity of your orgasm sendings shocks throughout your body. For a second time tonight you blacked out, just as your lover painted your inner walls white.

He snickered, watching your motionless body. Weren't you just precious? He was laying next to you now, supporting his head with his fist. Your unconscious self didn’t take notice of it, but he stroked your cheek, the spot he’d hit you. Some unknown, strange feeling took root. Did he feel… sorry? Toji scoffed. Impossible. And yet he couldn’t shake it off.

Toji sighed and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. There was another kind of emotion coming into existence. He didn’t like it. For the first time he felt powerless. He took a deep breath, tried to regain his former self. All he had to was to wait, he thought. Toji was sure of that. He’d make you pregnant and toy with you some more before leaving. As he’d done with his wife. He smiled, assuring himself this is how it’d happen.

He stood up, his feet carried him to the window. Listlessly he watched the buildings. Maybe it was time to search for a real home. A house, not a penthouse like this was. Yes, you and him and your two kids needed space after all. Wait… Two kids?! He quickly shook his head, but couldn’t stop his heart from beating fast. This… fucking feeling! It enraged him! Scared him… Toji tried to distract himself. His eyes wandered around the bedroom and found the bag he’d put on the ground.

“You only gave me the nightgown, so I thought you’d prefer for me to wear only that.” Toji remembered you saying. Tonight he’d brought only a diamond necklace. Would you wear only this tomorrow night? “You better do, my pretty doll.” Toji licked his lips at the perspective of you welcoming him wearing nothing but the necklace. Content he went to the bathroom, a shower was what he needed right now. But before he tucked you in a warm blanket. He scoffed again. This was so unlike him. When did he ever treat a girl this way? Since when did he care so much for someone else?

Toji opened the bathroom cabinet to get some new shower gel. He then noticed the unopened tampons. Wait. Didn’t he buy them two months ago? Why were they still unused? Toji could hear his heart beating in his ears. He really had to find a house soon, didn’t he? The feeling he was experiencing now was one he had completely forgotten, perhaps he never had felt it in his life before.

Real happiness.

Hot damn 🙈

Holed Up (Husband!Toji x Fem!Reader)

mini kinktober tribute: stuck in a wall/hole

plot: you should've known that asking Toji to help you out of a hole would lead him inside another—or that time you got stuck in the dog house and he bailed on you for KFC.

tags: MDNI, stuck in a wall/hole, pet play (kinda), breeding, doggy style, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), spanking, pet names (bitch, baby), established relationship, crack plot, unsolicited kfc orders, i promise toji loves reader, he's just joking guys.

wc: 2.2k

Masterlist | Kinktober Masterlist | AO3

“Whatcha doing?”

Sarcasm rolls from your husband’s tongue as he stares down at you. Back arched, knees bent, and head encased by wooden planks. Not the most flattering position to be found in, especially with how the light autumn breeze blows at your dress and parts its layers, opening a window to the pink panties of your choice.

His question feels excessive. He knows exactly what you are doing. It was only this morning that you asked him to dig poor ol’ Mister Stinky’s remains from the dog house and he claimed he’d rather buy his son a replacement. No arguing there, but should Megumi see what became of his favored stuffed animal—fuzzy entrails gutted out of the frog’s shredded belly in a path initiating from his bedroom—he’ll be having nightmares for weeks to come.

Besides, you doubt synthetic is the kind of fiber your vet prescribed for your puppy's diet.

“What you should’ve done instead.” You finally spit out, contempt over what Toji’s long fingers could’ve accomplished without him needing to stick half his body into a hole like your, admittedly, dumbass self did.

“For thirty minutes straight? Damn, seems I overestimated ya.”

Even though your view of him is limited to a pair of overworn black slippers, you can vividly picture his scarred lips pulling over his teeth in another of his complacent smirks that scream I told you so.

“Don’t have anything better to do than time me?”

“Nah,” Toji drawls. “Grew tired of waiting on ya, so I thought I’d come see how it’s going.”

“It’s going great!” You lie through your teeth. Anyone with a functioning pair of eyes could see how non-great this is going. “Anything else you need?”

“Well it is noon.” He points out.

“And?”

“And my darling wife’s out ‘ere, rolling in the mud when she should be having lunch with me.”

A snort flares in your nostrils. He is unbelievable.

“What a cute way of letting me know you’re hungry, Toji. You know, if you’d actually helped, I would’ve had the time to set the table and give Mister Stinky a proper burial, but I can’t do both at the same time, can I?”

“Mhm, so how ‘bout we help each other?” He suggests, undeterred. “I get your ass out, and you cook us somethin’ tasty real quick.”

“Wh-who said I was stuck? I can get out whenever I want.”

“Really, huh? What keeps ya from getting out this instant, then?”

“I don’t want to.” You answer wryly. “I like it here. It’s quiet, and I could use some time for myself.”

“In the dog house.” His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth. He’s not buying an ounce of what you’re selling. “C’mon, don’t be stubborn. You’ll end up reeking of dung if ya stay here a minute longer. Lemme give ya a hand.”

You know that accepting his help comes at the exorbitant price of utter humiliation, but he’s got a point. Last night’s downpour emanates strongly from the saturated wood, a dizzying smell that turns overwhelming when combined with the strong odor of what you sincerely hope is not piss. Your knees are on the verge of collapsing, and there’s more dirt in your nails than if you dug a grave barehanded. Right now, a day in the bathtub seems like a panacea for your every issue.

Almost.

Kissing your teeth, you resign with a long-drawn sigh that’s barely audible over the rumble in your stomach. You shouldn’t have skipped breakfast.

A moment passes before you hear the crunch of leaves as they rustle beneath his feet; see a second pair of knees take place between your own. Then it’s two hands gripping at your hips, and eventually, a face—your husband’s handsome face that beams with a smug smile and eyes of mischief.

“Lookin’ good, sweetheart.” He greets, though you doubt he sees your face with all the hair that’s curtaining over your eyes while you hang upside down.

“What are you doing, Toji?” You recycle his question in an aggravated tone that fizzles out the second you feel his thumb press against your panties and tug the fabric to the side.

“Nothin’. Just curbing my hunger.” His finger teasingly glides across your nether lips and lands at your clit, while a palm large enough to envelope both your ass and cunt kneads at the tender flesh he’s offered. “Fridge’s empty, so.”

“This isn’t funny!”

“‘m not laughing, but c’mon. You hafta admit it’s pretty damn funny.” Warm air wafts from Toji’s mouth as he inches closer to your thighs. “Y’always whine when I fuck you from behind, but now? Look at you. Bent on all four like a real bitch.”

“T-Toji!”

Your breath hitches in your throat as he slides two fingers in your hole, languidly scissoring them in and out until there’s enough slick to lather your clit with. He circles around the nub while his fingers prod deeper inside, the icy touch of his wedding band clashing with the heat that sparks through your body when he bottoms out. A smothered moan gains echo as it bounces off the walls and into his ears.

“Such a well-trained pup,” Toji praises, retrieving his palm to lick his fingers. “Might win yourself a collar at this rate.”

You bite back your tongue before it can react to his backhanded comment, reminding yourself that you’re still outside, right where your neighbors can peek over the white picket fence for a quick hello and catch you slutting yourself out on your husband’s fingers.

“Can’t we continue this inside? Mrs. Honda is right next door, and M-Megumi—” You stutter when his palm returns to your body, its twin joining in spreading your cheeks further apart.

“Kid’s at school for another hour,” Toji mumbles, his hot tongue parting your folds with a long stroke that has your knees buckling. “So fuckin’ good,” he groans, his nose buried between your two holes while he lazily laps at your juices. “That sweet cunt is the reason why I married ya.”

You keen to his touch, hips bucking into his mouth, and walls clenching for more. “Only reason?”

“Nah. Consider that tight little ass as the second.”

His fingers burrow into the supple skin to squeeze at it, only lifting to deliver playful smacks that cause your ass to jiggle against his face. He growls into your pussy, mouthing all sorts of filth that gets drowned by your moans. It feels so good when he eats you out—it always does—but the probability of being caught in such a compromising position adds to the excitement.

The hand that’s trapped with you inside your pet’s house scratches at the wood, while the other rakes at the soil for grounding. Your orgasm creeps up on you, turning your vision blurry and tinting the darkness of space with colored specks. You are so close; all he needs to do is keep swirling at your clit, swallowing the entire bundle of nerves in his mouth, and sucking hard until—

“Ah, right.” He stops, words slurring from the threads of saliva that link his mouth with your cunt. “You said ya wanted time with yourself.”

Anger washes over you in place of the orgasm you were robbed of, the pleasurable fireworks traded for the obnoxious red alarm that goes off in your brain. “Toji, I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me right fucking now, the only lunch you’ll be seeing is KFC buckets for the rest of your life!”

A low chuckle falls flat from his lips. “Three. I love that snappy mouth ‘f yours.”

In an attempt to meet his eyes, you duck between your legs. Your hair mops the floor as you watch him pull down his pants and boxers, the last thing you see before blood shoots up in your head being the hard cock that dangles out of reach. The heat in your stomach stirs at the sight, anticipation building rapidly when you feel him run the reddened tip between your puffy folds.

“Sure you don’t want it here?” Toji taps his cock against your ass hole and your entire body jolts in response, a loud Toji amusing rather than deterring him. “A’right, a’right! Gotcha the first time.”

His profound dream of burying himself nine inches deep into your ass crumbles as he aligns his cock with the entrance of your pussy. You brace yourself, patiently awaiting that initial sting that never goes away; no matter how many times he fucks you or how diligently he preps you, the thickness of his girth always threatens to split you in half.

But now he’s stalling, a complacent smile sitting on his lips while he contemplates your silence. “Bet you’re red as a beet in there, aren’t ya?”

He plunges himself inside before you are given the chance to either prove or disprove him, a silent scream punched from your throat as his cock rams straight into your g-spot. He huffs a deep breath, barely keeping a groan bottled, when he feels your walls tighten around him. It’s suffocating. Wet, and tight—a little similar to what being stuck in that small space feels like for you, but infinitely more pleasurable for him.

"Mm, such a sloppy little cunt. Got yourself stuck in there for this, didn't ya?"

His fingers latch onto your hips, bruising you as his nails dig meanly into your skin. He drags his cock halfway out of your cunt only to snap his hips back in, picking up a pace that ramps up over time. His quick thrusts fuck you further into that hole, your tits bouncing and slapping against the hard wooden planks while your dress rides higher to expose your back.

Toji bends your body into an arch, a heavy palm situated on your stomach until you’re able to hold the position on your own.

“Like it when your husband fucks ya like a bitch?” He grunts, catching the hand that’s squirming on the grass beside him and twisting it behind your back. “Pounded in broad daylight f'everyone to see how dumb you get over my dick, huh?"

Your whimpers don’t go unnoticed by him. He laughs at the high pitch your voice has assumed, babbling his name an incomprehensible amount of times that exceeds the frequency with which his swollen cock head kisses your pulsing core. You can't think enough to reply, and you can't bring yourself to ask him to stop.

He smacks your ass loud enough for you to whine, alerting every last neighbor in the block to what is happening in their quaint suburban neighborhood. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Toji—fuck, love how big it feels.” Your thoughts stem from your pussy without being filtered by your brain. All your body knows is how badly it needs to be pushed over the edge, disregarding the scornful looks you’ll definitely be receiving at the next neighborhood watch assembly.

“That’s not what I asked.” Toji smacks your ass again, softer this time—or so it feels because of your numbing skin. “I asked, Who owns this pussy, mm?”

“That’s not what you asked at all!” Your talking back earns you a third spank. You realize you’ve got no agency of your own.

“Won’t ask again. Who. Owns. This. Pussy?” He punctuates each word with a thrust sharper than the one before, his cock twitching when he hears you screaming your answer at the top of your lungs.

“You do, T-Toji. My pussy is yours—ngh!”

“And who’s bitch are you, baby?”

“Your bitch!” You answer willingly, your mind clouded, and your logic dulled. “Fuck, Toji, you know I’m all yours.”

“Damn right, y’are.” He hums in response, hunching over your body to rub tight circles around your clit, jerking the nub up and down, round and round.

You’re almost there, and when he asks you whether you wanna be bred like one, the tension in your gut finally snaps, eyes involuntary crossing as white waves of pleasure overtake you.

He fucks you through your high at an animalistic pace, the thought of filling your belly with a baby that’s half his and half yours flooding his brain before your answer registers, his cum spilling deep within your pussy with a few sloppy pumps that squelch to the sound of your mixed fluids.

His moans mingle with yours, the rough sound of his voice raising goosebumps from where he kisses your back to the resounding ringing in your ears. He wraps his arms around you almost tenderly, peppering your back with kisses that almost convince you he’ll finally pull you out of that miserable hell hole but that’s not his intention. It never was.

A final smack meets with your ass right before he rolls his pants back up and walks toward the house, undisturbed by the screams that follow close on his trail.

“You said you’d get me out of here!” Your fist hits the ground, finges clenching around a tuft of grass blades that you violently root out.

“And you said you can get out whenever ya want. That you needed time for yourself, ‘member?”

“I didn’t mean that!” You object, your tone too squeaky to be taken seriously. “Toji, you’d better help me or else—”

“Or else what? KFC until I die?” He snorts. “Relax, I’ll come back before Megumi gets ‘ere.” You hear his phone buzzing as he—presumably—punches something in his search bar. Hot wings don’t sound too bad; he whispers for himself to hear, speaking up only when he asks you if you want him to order you a twister wrap or something before he closes his order.

a/n: the episode excited me too much, apologies. i was gonna post this later asdfghjkl but toji is back and we cum.

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cw; fem reader + yandere older! Toji + male masturbation + he talks to himself and through an orgasm also while calling himself daddy + slight mommy kink I don't know + he wants to knock you up + here please just take this lmaooo

Toji knows it's wrong to be pressed against his window, his breath fogging up the glass as he watched you prance around your backyard in nothing but short shorts and a shirt that made him ache for you.

Your husband just left to go to work and that's where he'd be for the rest of the day leaving you home alone to care for the house and everything else that needs your attention.

While his green eyes followed your form he took note of the storm that was rolling in and wondered if for a brief moment if he could talk to you about that, anything to hear you say his voice with a giggle.

Sure, he's been to your house a few times, especially over the summer when your shrimp dick of a husband would invite everyone and try his best to BBQ. It was clear as day that you weren't happy, the soft smile that tugged your lips back never reached your dull eyes.

His eyes stayed trained on the curve of your ass each time you bent down, the seam of your shorts pressed against your pussy giving him a view that made his cock throb with want and pure frustration from seeing you fully but maybe the soft pink of your panties.

Sometimes you'd even come out fully naked with the only thing keeping everyone from getting the full look was a bathing suit cover-up, but that still didn't stop your pervert neighbor from jerking off right there and then as you tended to your flowers.

Thoughts of him following after only for you to end up spread out on the picnic table or face down in the dirt with your ass in the air just for him made his sack tighten with the upcoming orgasm, his eyes rolled a little when he tightened his hold each time he reached the tip.

"Daddy is about to cum, open that sweet mouth and beg me for it," He panted to himself wishing you were kneeling in front of him with your tongue hanging out so prettily waiting his gift, just for you.

It was almost as if your mouth was greedily accepting his cock and it made Toji wonder how you liked it. Rough and fast? Sweet and sensual? Or perhaps it was both which is something he could do.

Want him to play with your pussy until your creaming on his fingers or face? He'd do it. Want him to fold you in half and fuck you dumb on a lawn chair? No doubt he would. But something tells him that you wouldn't stray from your husband no matter what happens.

There is a breaking point for everyone and Toji wonders what yours will be, how long can you stay in an unhappy marriage before you're out looking for something new to satisfy your desires? You continued to parade around the yard still half dressed, your tits bouncing with each step.

That was enough to give him the push he needed. "F-fuck, want to see you all round and plump with my baby," his voice came out rough and gravely as he shut his eyes thinking about how you'd look.

It was all nothing but a fantasy that he would never indulge in, breaking up a marriage isn't something he's really interested in but if you'd come crawling over to him maybe he would change his mind.

Hot thick cum splattered on his abs and hand when he reached the top of his high grunting out your name and small pants of mommy followed after. Oh, how he wished you'd lick up his mess for him.

This was just..wow.

FUELED APOLOGY ☾

angry sex w mma toji, minutes before a match

tags — heavy nsfw, locker room sex, slight exhibitionism (they can def hear), angry toji, marked upp, dumbification, spit kink, cum dump, fingering, locker room sex, soft toji, apologetic toji, biting, unprotected,

the silent treatment was probably the single most annoying thing you could possibly do to toji. he’ll take anything else, yelling, screaming, hitting, kicking… just acknowledge him. but when you’re dead silent, blank stare; pretending he doesn’t even exist! now that makes him feel like shit…

he couldn’t even grasp the depths of your anger, until you began giving him the cold shoulder.

“you can’t answer a text anymore?” he’s leaning over the couch, eye bags dark and heavy, considering he stayed up all night waiting for you to come back home.

you don’t even look at him. you’re just taking off your shoes and padding your way to the bedroom. the door slamming shut. even when he slides under the covers, completely exhausted, his fingers grazing your arm filled with goosebumps, you slide further away.

“stop acting like a child—“ he honestly should’ve kept his mouth shut, next thing he knows, you were grabbing a pillow and dragging your feet down to the living room. he groans into the covers.

it didn’t matter that he’d come down after a few minutes. his fingers brushing your cheek before gently scooping you into his arms and carrying back into bed. his lips brushing your cheek in your deep sleep, so he can doze off beside you. finally able to sleep.

yet the morning would come and you’d be gone again, until he’s staying up again, waiting for you.

“seriously?” he immediately follows you into the bedroom as you ignore his greeting. “I fucking get it, now will you talk to me? I know you’re pissed, so just fucking give it to me!” his chest was boiling as he watched you pull off your clothes, stepping into the shower.

he sat quietly on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, resting his head back as he watched you shower through the steamed glass. his mind was shutting down, he didn’t like fighting with you. he knew he had a temper, and he could be stubborn, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t do anything for you!

his eyes fluttered open hearing you step out of the shower. rubbing his eyes, gaze set on your movements, his following the water droplets slide down the small of your back. the pretty way your nipples start to perk from the change in temperature.

you had to swallow your own love in order to walk past the tired man. he’s been overworking himself these past couple of weeks in order to get in shape for this upcoming match. you wanted to do your best to support him.

you hated seeing him so stressed all the time. but when you decided to try and help him when he was out training on the beach with his team, sprinting from one end to the other. you wanted him to know that you were there for him. even though you were busy with your uni classes and stressed from your own shit, you didn’t want toji to think he was alone.

so you brought your work to the beach, as he trained. was it really support when you’re laughing and chatting and letting every guy known to man, hit on you?! the emperor of mma wasn’t insecure. he knew you’d never do anything. yet, it still sent his blood sizzling, upset that you came here, all for you to start talking to these men—

“y/n!” the sudden shout of your name had your ears perking up, eyes shifting to the broad shouldered man, heaving by the ocean. you didn’t hesitate to grab the energy drink, happy that you can finally help as you sprinted to your boyfriend.

“how’s training? i was getting worried since you haven’t taken a break in so long—“

“what’re you doing?” the cut in his sentence had your brows pinching, still waiting for him to take the drink from your hands.

“nothing? was just waiting for yo—“

“nothing?” he repeats, his green eyes were as dark as the night forest.

“um…” you itch your cheek awkwardly. “i think you’re tired, I also brought some protein bars and sandwiches. just eat one—“

“go home,” he takes the drink from your hand. your eyes shift to his.

“I’ll leave in a couple minutes, I’m just—“

“I don’t wanna fucking see you right now. you’re distracting me, and it’s not helping!” he couldn’t make excuses. was it his fault? he was tired, and you were distracting, laughing and chatting away with these strangers—

“i didn’t mean to distract you. I came to—“

“I didn’t ask. so thanks, but you can leave now,” toji turns away from you, handing back the drink. “text me when you get ho—“ he glances over his shoulder to see you already grabbing your things and leaving.

he was praying that he didn’t fuck this up. especially when he didn’t get a text from you, of course he had to spam your phone with messages asking if you got home safely. was it a relief when he came home to see you already asleep?

“y/n?” his voice is low as he kneels beside the bed, palm gently holding your cute face. so soft. your eyes slowly open, brows pinched as you look at him. “why didn’t you text me?”

“didn’t wanna be a distraction,” your words laced with tired sarcasm.

toji drops his head, letting out a sigh. “seriously?”

“seriously, what?” you snap, sitting up on your elbow.

“it’s not a big deal. I was stressed,” toji’s hand drops on the mattress, as he rubs his eye.

“whatever,” you didn’t even want to bother anymore. you turn over, not wanting to talk to him, but the grip on your shoulder told you otherwise.

“you’re not done talking,” he looks at your pinched expression, clearly pissed off. “what do you want me to do? apologize?”

“you’re such a dick sometimes,” you push his hand away from you. “I was trying to support you, and you don’t even care.”

“I do care!” he groans, why is this so difficult for him? “I just don’t need every dude with a fucking dick, hitting on you—“

“do you not trust me?” you’re practically glaring, which toji hates.

“stupid ass question,” he huffs, standing up. “you don’t think I trust you?” he’s pulling off his dirty clothes, tossing them to the side.

“no I don’t think so,” you sit up, face hurting from how long you’ve been frowning.

“then you’re causing problems for no fucking reason!” he slams the bathroom door, causing the entire room to shake.

“dick,” you mutter, biting your cheek as you hug your legs.

the cold shower was honestly what he needed. once the freezing water hit his back, it ultimately cooled his heated mind. what the fuck did he just start?

“sweetheart?” toji dries his face as he steps out the bathroom. immediately noticing the empty bed. “fuck me.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” toji is pressing his face in your neck, big body hugging your small frame as the steam from the shower slowly slips out. you don’t answer, just twisting the knife even deeper. you were angry, still. “are you gonna come tomorrow?”

you squirt some moisturizer on your fingers, before rubbing it on your face. his chin rests on your shoulder as he watches you through the mirror. if only his fans saw how much of a baby he gets when you give him the silent treatment. he could almost cry right now.

“y/n, please,” his arm squeezes your middle tighter, his beefy arms completely latched onto you as you don’t even bother to meet his gaze. “i need you there.” he mutters quietly. he was so tired, so when you ignore him again he decides to pull himself away.

your heart clenched. were you being too mean? you crawl onto the bed after getting dressed, he’s already asleep. his chest rising and falling as he kept his arm outstretched, an unconscious habit once you started dating, the invitation for your body to snuggle into him, always there.

your fingers gently caress his cheek, sitting beside his chest as you watch the deep even breaths. he always looks so peaceful. his body exuded warmth, practically seducing you into his arms. you wondered if he’ll be alright. yes, you were giving him the cold shoulder, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care.

especially with his habit of fucking you. was he going to be alright. it wasn’t impossible for him not to fuck before a match, but if he didn’t, it usually made him more aggressive in the cage. a couple warnings from the referee was not uncommon.

your lips softly pressed against his, eyes closing as you felt his own lips push back. your heart skipped a beat…he always has this effect on you.

his arm snaked around your waist, laying you down as he immediately hugged your middle, letting your inviting arms hug his shoulders as you caressed his hair coaxing him to sleep.

the moment was so intimate. you almost forgot you were still angry with him. however, toji most certainly did not forget. especially as the stadium erupted in cheers and applause as the fans awaited their fighters.

you sat in the front row. of course you came, you knew how much he’s been training. this silent treatment shit was not going to stop you from still supporting him….but….you felt your heart ache for a moment….it still felt like shit. felt like shit when he wouldn’t acknowledge what you do for him—

“y/n,” tojis manager, shiu’s hand suddenly brought you back.

“what—“

“can you come with me?” shiu was already dragging you up, holding your shoulder as he escorted you.

“what’s wrong?”

“he won’t stop asking for you,” shiu was stressed, clearly. it was less than half an hour before the match, what could possible be wrong with toji?

“did something happen??” you’re suddenly panicking, moving quickly down the hallway. what’s wrong? is he injured? does he feel sick?

“I don’t know, he’s not answering anyone,” you’re bursting into the locker room, eyes immediately falling onto the fighter sitting on the bench, hunched over, face in his hands.

“toji?” you’re immediately leaning down, your hands carefully on top of his as you try to speak. “what’s wrong—“

“everyone out,” toji snaps, his team all looking at one another panicked.

“toji we need to get you ready—“

“everyone fucking out or I’m not doing this match!” he shouts, startling you, but you look over at shiu nodding your head. trying to give them some kind of reassurance.

“we’re waiting outside,” shiu rubs his face, as he closes the door behind the last person. your attention now shifting back to your boyfriend.

“is everything oka—“ his lips suddenly crash into you. fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue slips into your mouth. you’re completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he pushes you against the lockers, arm wrapping around your waist pressing you firmly into his chest—

“toji!” you gasp, breath heavy as you meet his gaze. “what’s going on—“

“I do need you,” he groans, aggressively shoving his shorts down to allow his very erect cock to spring out, pre cum leaking out of the tip as he kisses your lips. “don’t ignore me again, i fucking hate it!” he bites your bottom lip, causing your voice to crack, whining. “answer me—“

“toji, they’re outside—“ but he’s already pulling your panties off, lifting your skirt as he drags his fingers through your folds.

“I trained this pussy so well,” he groans, kissing your lips. “ya get so wet just from kissin’ me,” he smiles, knees kicking your legs further apart as you whine, trying to hold his shoulders for balance.

“you never apologized,” you turn your cheek away, disconnecting his lips from yours as you try and catch your breath. “I came here to support you, but that doesn’t mean I forgive you,” your jaw clenched, trying to hold your composure, only to yelp as you felt his teeth sink into your neck.

“you’re pissing me off,” his fingers pushed into your pussy, your walls sucking him as you let out a strangled moan, the squelching wasn’t helping you either. “still have something to say?” he snaps, sucking bruises along your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, proud of himself as he hears the squelching start to trickle down his fingers.

“toji—“ you’re biting your hand, muffling your moans as your face heats up. so embarrassed that this is happening and you couldn’t even push him away.

“did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head. “you like talking, so lemme hear you.”

“no—ah ah…they’ll hear me—“ your desperately trying to keep some dignity, but it all leaves the moment you feel your body being lifting in the air.

“you’re such a baby,” he laughs, eyes dark and lips curling, because this was not your toji, no. pre-match toji was a whole different person. he could not afford a single warning or a threat of disqualification in this match.

“I’m not, you’re just a dick—“

“what else?” he can’t help the heat rushing south as he hears your fueled words. suddenly pumping blood into his veins, and his dick.

“you’re mean, and you take me for granted. you don’t apologize unless I ignore you—“ toji groans, as he pumps his hefty cock to your words, still able to hold your up, as he aligns his pulsing cock with your dripping wet folds.

“how mad are you baby?” he’s practically panting.

“fuck you,” and that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out.

“fucking took out my eardrums, puppy,” he’s laughing in your face as he pulls his hips back and shoves his cock inside you again. you were completely dazed, that moment he sank his full length deep in your tummy, your brain automatically turned to mush. he usually took his time when it’s the night before a match, but there was no time now. so he couldn’t hold himself back as he let you take it full force.

you were an absolute mess, crying and letting out broken moans as he pumped his hot cock in your tight hole.

“can’t talk anymore? thought you had so much to say, pup?” he’s sucking your lips, smiling at how swollen and used they’ve gotten as he picks up the pace. the lewd echoes bounced off the walls, your body burning from embarrassment, but it didn’t matter—

“to-toji….do ah hahh you….uh uh..need me?” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. such a mess in such a small time.

“of course I—ungh do,” his teeth pull at your bottom lip. kissing you over and over as he draws near his climax. your nails can’t help but dig into his shoulders, pulling at the skin as you feel bite at your neck. “you’re my biggest fucking fan, and I’ll always need you,” his jaw is clenching as he feels your pussy spasming around him. “you cummin’ pup?”

“mhm? ahh— mm oji!” he grips your ass, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. you’re drooling into his lips as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, groaning as he feels your spit rub inside his mouth. such a filthy girl. you were creaming so fast, squeezing the hell out of his cock as your eyes grew.

“too much…ahhh—wait!” the lockers were shaking as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs shook.

“you’re everything, y/n,” your cheeks flare, you loved when he called you nicknames. but when he moans out your name, you can’t help the butterflies that break out. “I love you, so much,” his head tilts back as he shoves his hips deeper in, releasing warm globs of white cum into your warm pussy.

“don’t….ignore…me,” he sighs, thrusting more as you bite your lip, tears sliding down your cheeks as you feel the last bit of his heavy load finally come out as he pulls out. he still holds you up, pumping his cock to release the excess amount of cum on your nasty pussy.

“goes both ways,” you cup his cheeks, bringing him to your lips, smiling as he caresses your ass, giving it a firm slap.

you stumble on your feet, going over to the sink to rinse yourself down there. grabbing a towel—

“keep it in,” his lips nibble at your neck as he runs a hand down between your legs cupping your pussy. your cheeks sting, feeling his big fingers scoop at his cum and shoving it back in, your hand falling to his thick forearm as he pats your cute tummy with his other hand. “you’re my good luck charm, sweetheart,” he licks the bruise on your neck, dropping to his knees to kiss your pussy.

you almost whine, watching him smile up at you, desperate to hold in your composure, especially when he gives you a wink covering your cute little pussy with your panties, and giving it a cute kiss again.

your face was red as he called the team back in. no one said a word about what they obviously heard, especially with the way they avoided looking at you, specifically since toji was staring daggers at them for even asking you if you needed some water….I mean considering what they heard…

once they finished wrapping his gloves, shiu was escorting you back to your seat—

“y/n,” the soft call, immediately had your head turning. eyes so bright as he smiled…a gentle tug, that had your heart skipping a beat. “I am sorry.”

you can only nod, trying to keep your smile from taking over. “i know,” and so does he. all you wanted to know is that he felt remorseful, something that will acknowledge what he did and that he’ll do better, because that’s all you can ask for.

you definitely were a good luck charm. the moment the bell rang, announcing his win, the audience was going batshit crazy. people screaming, and cheering as flashes from photographers blinded the stadium.

everyone already knew his routine. it was even more gossip and cheers when they noticed the marks on his back—

pushing past the cameras and the annoying speakers, until he was jumping down from the cage and letting you leap into his arms, lips latching onto his as he held you up. the matching bruises was definitely something for twitter to run with.

“you liked it?” he muttered against your lips, only for your ears.

“ya! you always look so cool!” you gush, your cute smile sending his heart swelling, your words always hitting him. “I love seeing you fight! but you can be so mean.”

“how so?” he raises a brow.

“some rounds they can’t even catch a break,” you empathize.

“that’s the point, baby,” his hand unconsciously rubs your back, settling you down as you talk to him. your fingers unconsciously caressing the nape of his neck, careful of his own bruises.

“nuh-uh, the point is to have fun….and win—but like you know what I mean,” you roll your eyes, only to look back at toji hearing him laugh. your own lips curling into a smile.

“I guess so,” he dips his head, lips pressing to your warm cheek. “i just need you here to remind me.”

his arms wrap around you, lips brushing yours. “just stay with me…” his kiss was soft. “I’ll be better…just for you.”

he will. unless he wants to loose you. he can change for a princess.

just smt ab mma toji😫 so toxic but so sweet🥹

Can I please request some headcanons of Javier’s reaction to his girlfriend getting a little jealous when other women flirt with him?

Javier Escuella

To an extent, he thinks it’s adorable. It cute when your all pouty, but he won’t respond to the flirting to get a rise out of you, he isn’t so cruel

He likes to make sure you’re listening when he says “Sorry ladies, I already have a beautiful woman in my life!”

If the trend persists he’ll get a little worried. He’ll worry why you’re concerned about such a thing when he loves you so much, and he’ll make a point of telling you so

If it’s a lack of self confidence, thinking he’ll leave for someone prettier, he makes it his mission to squash those doubts right away. He’ll smother you with compliments and sappy pet names, and he’ll embarrass you by publicly listing off the reasons why he loves you

If you’re just a little possessive? Javier will just remind you periodically that you’re the only one for him, and your name is already on his heart and soul, and there isn’t room for another!