I-I Dont Know What Came Over Me. I Read All Of Them I Loved All Of Them I Regret Only Binging Them Because

I-I don’t know what came over me…. I read all of them… I loved all of them… I regret only binging them because now I want more

Masterlist 2023

Most of my fics are really dark and will involve further dark themes. Triggers are always listed at the beginning of every chapter, so please be responsible in consuming content. If you don’t like it, please, SKIP. 

REQUESTS or interactions are great and I am thankful for them. Pls be kind I am just a soft ball of dough in the hot oven world. I will definitely expand in the near future. 

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sukuna Ryomen

Bon Appetite (dark) - Jock!Sukuna x Chubby!Reader

Status: Finished

Part 1

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Epilogue

High School sure can be confusing for some, it takes a while to figure out where and how you fall into the dynamic of teenage cruelty. Although, you have more than your own emotions to figure out, all because you were caught up in his. 

Suguru Geto

Blessed Bruises (dark) - Yan!Priest!Geto x Follower!Reader

Status: Finished

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

You were too smart and snarky for your own good, in a bastardized shrine you don’t believe in, because of the death of your close relative you thought that was your chance for an easy out. But you’re not the God that gets to decide that, He laughs. 

SatoSugu

One shot (dark)  - The Future Looks Like a Concussion

Your cursed technique was found to be an underlying threat to the entire society, your mentors knew better than to dispose of you.

I love this sadistic man so much, why do I always like the ones whose fics are always far and in between. I’m so happy to have seen this one.

YANDERE! FEITAN PORTER X DARLING!

TOUCH

⚠️ This is a work of fiction with content I do not condone in reality. This is not meant to encourage or represent any type or sort of conduct. This is merely just fantasy ⚠️

MDNI•18+

Trigger warnings!

This work contains: Yandere content/intentions•NSFW•Kidnapping•Holding against will (darling)•Cursing•Mentions of abuse/torture•Stockholm Syndrome•General depravity•Obsessive tendencies•Sexual acts (consensual but darling is psychologically not sound of mind to be consenting, so somewhat dubcon)•Oral•fem darling•Somnophilia

You have been properly warned and notified of what this work contains. If anything above offends or triggers you, please do not continue reading. Don’t make me waste my time writing all this out only for someone to read and get offended when all the warning literally tell them what is in this. You reading this confirms you are 18+ years of age, meaning a consenting adult agreeing to proceed and consume this content, do not come after me or report me because you aren’t capable of managing yourself.

I appreciate support and love from anyone viewing and enjoying my content. Thank you♥️ I freakin’ love this 1999 anime artwork of Feitan!

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Time suddenly seemed to become irrelevant.

The days passed in a mundane blur, and at some point, everything seemed worthless.

He mentioned in passing that it was November now, though you’d stopped asking the date a few months after your imprisonment. You stopped talking nearly all together these last few months. You couldn’t be entirely sure the last you’d spoken more than a word or two in response to his questions. His own speech minimal, though occasionally you’d catch a glimpse of his chattier side. Even that still couldn’t be considered talkative, more of a normal amount of speech when in a conversation. You haven’t seen that in a while either, maybe it disappeared when you’d stopped your own blubbering and whining. You didn’t ask questions at all anymore. It was pointless and had little meaning.

He sat in his usual spot.

Perched in the corner of the room, eyes sharply trained on your form as always.

His eyes used to unnerve you, riddle you with anxiety and fear of what he was planning. What he might do. What he will do.

It mattered hardly at all at this point.

You’d senselessly begged once, for it all to stop and for him to just kill you already. That’s what he must’ve had planned in the end, for what else did he want with you? An object to admire?

It seemed mad in it’s own way, that thought. Your questions of something or anything personal went unanswered and occasionally punished with weeks of isolation. It was better not to pry.

Asking for mercy and a faster death only brought a wrath you didn’t know lay inside him down upon you.

It was the first time he became physical with you, touched you more than was the bare minimum of necessity. He was surprisingly warm. Except his touch at that time was anything but the usual gentleness you now realized he used with you. His unforgiving grip on your face as he dragged you to your knees, the absolute agony of having your jaw fractured. The pain was unbearable, and even now left phantom pains radiating down your body. He’d dragged you out the front door, for the first time in what seemed to be forever.

Outside was duller than your mind remembered.

You’d been thrown into a vehicle and taken somewhere new.

You’d never wished to take back words more than you did that day. He’d dragged you to some sort of… torture facility. Chained you in a corner and left you there for hours on end. Nervous and frightened, you waited and waited. When he did return, it wasn’t alone. Someone you’d never met was dragged in, strapped down to a table.

Feitan had never really demonstrated anything so frightening before. He’d been somewhat volatile and brash, but the sadistic side never revealed itself like it did that day.

A day turned into several, and for nearly a week you were made to watch his sessions as he called them. Where he’d laugh like a maniac as he turned living humans into creatures you pitied more than yourself. He’d wipe their blood on you, smile as you trembled and begged for it to stop.

When he finally heeded your pleas, he asked a question that left you numb.

“Still want to die?”

You didn’t want to die anymore, at least not by his hand. He knew no mercy. He had no grievance tearing someone apart and from the inside out. The events that followed spanned longer than you bothered to keep track of anymore. He brought you back to your “home” where you were kept locked away. You had a bed, blankets and pillows, clothes and food, clean water and hygiene products. You’d never appreciated a bed like you did that first night back before. The softness and warmth you felt made tears roll down your cheeks and you had thanked him for returning you. It was the first genuine gratitude you’d ever shown to him.

You glanced up from the TV running a show you barely processed to catch his gaze. Those grey orbs holding emotion you couldn’t name or had never seen. He was always so still, and his porcelain features gave him the feel of a doll. For a moment, you merely held his gaze, feeling oddly calm and panicked all at once. Why you felt panicked didn’t make sense, nor why you’d feel calm in the presence of what seemed to be the Grim Reaper himself. The only movement he made to acknowledge your attention was a slight quirk to his brow. His usually ignored but always open book in his hand closing. His face mostly covered left you little to go off to how he felt. You’d gotten somewhat good at interpreting even the tiniest hint of emotion from him, but currently with your own frazzled feelings, figuring out his wasn’t working.

Your legs were pulled to your chest, arms wrapped around them as you settled into a protected fleshy ball. The blanket on your shoulders helping ground you slightly.

Only a little.

“What?” His voice was raspy, his own lack of use evident.

It didn’t sound annoyed, though you could just be misinterpreting this entire interaction.

It felt odd to speak, your mouth slightly cottony and dry, but the urge in your chest felt strangely compelled to say his name.

“Fei” You’d judged his voice, but your own was just as bad.

His eyes widened slightly, though aside from somewhat visible surprise, you were in the dark on how he’d feel about a nickname. You’d given your captor a nickname long ago, though never voiced it aloud. Feitan… Fei felt less threatening.

Feitan is darkness and fear. Feitan tore your life away from you, terrorized you, imprisoned and controlled nearly every little aspect of your life down to your very diet. Feitan is the infamous torturer of the Phantom Troupe.

Fei… well, in your own mind, Fei had become a fictional sort of character. Fei was gentle, Fei listened when you spoke or rambled, and in your dreams Fei would touch you. You hadn’t felt much of any contact in so long, and the last time had left a physically and psychologically painful memory behind. In your dreams, Fei would hold you, touch and caress, Fei was quiet but powerful. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but nothing happening to you or around you was healthy. The mental sickness and insanity most certainly was tickling around your mind.

You’d tested boundaries early with Feitan.

Screaming, kicking, fighting, escape attempts, refusal to eat or comply… were all met with isolation and revoking of privileges. Asking for death was met with nightmares and aching pain that still bothered you when it was too cold.

You’d tried manipulation and coercion, neither you excelled in though. Feitan may be quiet, and occasionally his grammar is less than exemplary, but he is no fool. All attempts ended in… nothing. He did absolutely nothing. He was like a stone wall, impenetrable. Even now, you knew nothing of his intentions. Your only guess at this point, as out of place and ridiculous as it may sound, is companionship. He likely saw you as a pet of sorts, like one might “rescue” a cat off the street. The treatment you receive is rather similar too. In his eyes, maybe you were just like a cat to him. A weak kitty he plucked off the cold streets and gave a warm home. It used to be a thought which invoked fury, but now…

You wished he’d commit to all acts of a pet owner. This included giving affection. You craved it. Missed it. Needed it. Something. A weird and warbled voice in your mind said you’d even accept the negative attention if it meant he’d put his hands on you again. It’s a suicidal thought, but even as his gaze narrowed, you couldn’t stop your body.

He’s silent as always, as you uncurl from your position you’d taken as your usual way to cope. Holding yourself helped, but it’s be better if someone else did it. He didn’t make any indication your nickname offended him.

Shaking, you stood on weak legs and began a pursuit of something you’d never thought you’d even entertain. He was across the room, and while he was by no means a big man, his presence could be suffocating when up close. Gracelessly and with little tact in your actions, you approached until you could smell him. He always smelled like mint and something metallic. For once, the thought of the underlying scent being blood didn’t bother you. He smelled nice, and while his entire body language was closed off and reserved, he still hadn’t even twitched.

He just kept observing you.

Even as you sank down to your knees in front of where he sat.

Those sharp eyes followed you the entire way. When the realization of what you wanted to do came, you weren’t bombarded with the expected humiliation or shame. There wasn’t guilt or disgust like you used to feel when these feelings would arise.

Maybe it signaled you were too far gone to save anymore.

“Fei” his name left your lips again, and for the first time, his rapt attention felt good. It felt good to have him so focused on you. You watched as his head tilted slightly, his face hidden but you could somewhat fantasize about a soft smile playing on his lips behind the fabric of his collar. His favorite jacket always a staple in his clothing collection.

“What?” The way he asked proved he wasn’t revolted at your proximity. He didn’t seem to be asking what you were doing, but rather why you called his name.

“Touch me?” Though you’d phrased it like a question, it bordered precariously on being a demand. You probably looked ridiculous, kneeling at his feet and staring up at him like a sick puppy looking for even the smallest amount of attention. You should be avoiding him, trying to get away, doing anything but this. The only thing you felt though was fear of rejection. That he’d cackle like he does on the phone occasionally, with someone named Shalnark or Phinks, or like he did when he removed the hands of an artist and found humor in the irony. He didn’t answer immediately like he normally would with a direct question. This couldn’t possibly be considered a personal question that he enjoys avoiding, it has only to do with you.

“Please…” you sounded pathetic, even to yourself. The way your bottom lip pouted out and wobbled, the way your eyes watered a little as if you’d cry at any moment, the way you trembled. You didn’t want to grab onto his pant leg, still mindful that a kick from him could easily be your undoing. You’d have to wait till given permission. A pet is what he wants, right?

You could finally be hitting that special point of breaking.

This could be another delusion you’d conjured up and you’re moments away from a lot of pain or isolation again. It’s impossible to tell. No power rested in your hands, and that small realization had tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked at the man who’d reduced you to this mess.

Begging him for measly scraps of what should be your right. Humans needed the physical contact for their health, and while he was clearly the devil, you needed it. Needed him. Needed anything.

“Fei please… I’ll be good, whatever you want, please… I need- hck!” Your sobs were cut short as your body moved faster than your mind could process. You’d nearly bitten into your tongue as you choked for breath, unable to fully comprehend exactly what happened.

The leggings and sweater you wore weren’t warm at all to you. Even blankets seemed to have a chill that seeped through them. Right now though, warmth was creeping through your clothes as mint and copper flooded your senses. He’d pulled you into his lap. The realization was shocking, but the next thought was thrown away when thin strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

“Oh” words died on your lips as a sensation you couldn’t name overcame you. You’d never realized how stiff you were until your body began to relax. Fully relax. “Oh…” it came out breathy and nearly excited, as you foolishly wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in the crook of it.

This was insanity.

He was all muscle unsurprisingly, but it didn’t deter you from trying to mold yourself to him. Your much softer figure held in his arms so gently it made a new wave of tears threaten to spill for all new reasons. You straddled him, front flush against his own, as you struggled to accept that you were being held right now.

“This?” His voice so close to your ear had a strange tingling sensation move from your neck down your spine. The shiver didn’t go unnoticed, as his hold tightened and pressed you further against him. It wasn’t necessarily the most pleasant way to be held, but it was many times better than nothing. You nodded against him, mumbling out a soft good as you basked in a moment of joy you hadn’t experienced in what seemed like forever. It felt good to be held.

It felt even better when his hand moved and brushed through your hair. His touch light and careful, and you could imagine how he was noting every little detail of your reactions. The shivers and little sighs you released as he continued to just pet, touch, and hold you.

For once, you dreaded him stopping.

Even as your eyes grew heavy and body went limp in his arms, you dreaded when this would end. If you could just figure a way to keep him like this, you could envision your life being bearable.

“Fei” you didn’t make any effort to move.

“Hmm” his chest vibrated a little with his hum.

“Can I sleep with you?” It didn’t take a genius to realize your question caused him to tense. His muscles tightening up and panic seeping into your system as you worry this took it too far. You both slept separately unless absolutely necessary, something you used to be grateful for and now hated. It was always freezing when you slept, no matter how warm it actually was.

You might’ve ruined his grace, overstepped if anything, but you needed to stay close to him physically. It wasn’t a want anymore but a necessity.

“Yes” his word both shocked and elated you, and with a few more gentle pats in his arms, you were asleep.

Your cunt throbbed and ached, your lower belly pulled tight inside like a string about to snap. You tried closing your legs, whining as the hot wet sensation continued despite the light struggle you began to put up. It felt good, whatever dream you were having, even as the scent of mint and soap surrounded you.

Small whimpers and gasps became heavy panting as you felt raw heavy pleasure blossom in your core. Something prodded your entrance, wiggling bit by bit till you were penetrated and stretched on something long and hard. It moved and rubbed inside you. The warm pressure on your clit only pulling you further.

It was heaven, even as a slight burn inside had you back to whining and arching your back as your cunt stretched to allow something else inside. Fingers?

The thought was gone as the pleasure radiated throughout your whole body.

It wouldn’t be the first wet dream you’d had, but it was the most realistic. The hot breath on your sensitive clit and twitching insides felt real, and the pleasure was so crisp. Your hands curled into the sheets, struggling between sleep and the impending orgasm threatening to take you.

Your eyes popped open as you came, body twisting as a sharp moan punctuated the air.

You were awake and finally realizing this wasn’t a delusion or dream. Someone was lapping at your cunt, your thighs held open and pinned by two pale hands. The sensitivity and slight bewilderment of the situation had you struggling to form a coherent thought.

“Fei-Feitan…?” If there was one thing you knew with perfect certainty, it was that he’d never leave you alone long enough for someone to find you and do this. It couldn’t be anyone else. Though the fact he was doing this was even more incomprehensible. He seemed so disgusted by touch, so detached from human emotions, it really never occurred to you that he’d have normal human urges. He was still lapping at your cunt, even as your eyes locked with his own, even darker in the barely lit room you realized was his own. You were in his bed, with his head buried between your legs, and his eyes locked on you.

“Fei!” A weaker orgasm than the first was torn from you as you came again, sensitivity skyrocketing when he still continued to lick and suck on your clit. The room was spinning slightly, and your naked body began to cool a little as you sweat. He’d stripped you. He must’ve, but things weren’t really connecting in your mind as white hot pleasure was turning mildly painful.

“Too much!” You gasped and you had to force your hands to stay tangled in the sheet to not touch him. Your eyes watered and you made a pitiful sight with your darkening cheeks and open panting mouth. As your back arched to avoid his mouth, a sharp slap to your outer thigh had you yelping in pain.

His eyes narrowed, and it wasn’t hard to see he became annoyed with your squirming.

“Shut up.” His tone was low, no room for arguing or protest as you bit your lip to do as you were told. Trembling under him as he raised up to stare down at you between your spread legs. He looked gorgeous, something you hated to admit. His dark hair mildly tussled and pale skin a little flushed, his signature jacket gone. This wasn’t the first you’d seen his naked chest, but it was certainly a rare occasion. His pants were still on but unbuttoned. His lips were the most sinful aspect, still glossy from your release. It was agonizing to be silent.

You should cry and beg for him to stop.

Instead you found your legs spreading just a bit wider as you looked up at him like he was your personal deity.

Debauched.

His slow and condescending smirk only made your breathing harder, chest tightening with anticipation and lust. He snorted, hand moving to spread your cunt open as he spit on it. You were panting now, barely following his order to stay quiet. It was difficult when you wanted to beg, for more, for him, to be touched.

“This what you wanted? Whore.” His crude words didn’t make this any less arousing, especially as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free. He was larger than you’d have ever expected, though it hardly mattered as he lined himself up and began pushing into your unused hole. Despite the wetness and prep, it was slightly painful as he filled you. The heaviness inside coupled with the burn was delicious as your hips moved to take more of him, deeper. You couldn’t help the moan, the way your body shook and hands finally moved to touch him.

He was fast in securing both your wrists in one hand to pin above your head, his hips finally kissing the back of your thighs. You felt him twitch inside you, and it drove you wild.

“Please Fei, oh-!” His hand came down on your thigh again, before he pulled his hips back and slammed into you. Your head goes back as you arch into him and moan louder, as he begins a brutal pace that has your chest moving in rhythm with his thrusts. His tip kissing your cervix has you unwinding into a submissive mess of whining and pleas. You didn’t even know what you were begging for.

You either annoyed or aroused him further when he sneered and used his free hand to grip your jaw, thankfully not roughly as it ached nonetheless, forcing you to open wide before spitting into your mouth. He laughed when you clenched down harder, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening again as the pleasure increased.

“Pretty slut likes being my bitch.” He hardly seemed out of breath despite how hard you were panting. You felt a bit unfair at how unfazed he seemed, but similarly proud at how he gazed down at you. Like you made him pleased. His gaze wasn’t sharp, even bordering on warm despite how roughly he was fucking into you. All you could do was moan his name and beg.

Like a good little pet.

You could feel your orgasm coming again, and you’d meant to tell him, but his lips against yours shocked you silly. You didn’t even bother closing your mouth, Feitan easily slipping his tongue inside and kissing you so sensually it had you coming on his cock. You could only whine into his mouth as his speed picked up and you became overwhelmed.

He pulled away as a string of saliva connected you two for a moment before breaking. He licked his lips before focusing on where the two of you were joined. Watching his cock disappear in your sopping wet little cunt. It was filthy and erotic.

“Pathetic” his words were cruel but he looked beyond pleased as he looked at your fucked out expression. Unable to even form words as he continued to bully your poor pussy. It was laughable to him, how sweet you are now, how obedient and submissive you’ve finally become. All that fight and control gone, and in its place you lay now.

He’d never tell you out loud how perfect you are. How absolutely precious he finds your attempts to run away from all the pleasure he’s giving you.

His training has been worth while, making you everything he wants and more. Though he’d hated the power you held over him, having you now, moaning as he drills your cunt and begging for more, takes away the shame. You were his weren’t you? Then anything he wanted to do was fine, it wasn’t shameful to fuck his toy. Especially when she whined and arched her back up to take him in even deeper, when she cried and came again around him.

Feitan saw you as much more than a measly pet. Those were replaceable. No, you were just his, whatever he wants you to be, but still his. That’s why when he wraps his hand around your pretty neck and squeezes, he’s beyond thrilled at how you relax. You throw caution to the wind and give him everything. He’s not cutting off oxygen, but enough blood flow and air to keep you light headed and disoriented.

“Who do you belong to?” He knows you can hardly tell up from down right now. He knows how good he’s fucking you. Reducing you to this beautiful mess of feeling only. He’s still him though, and it brings him only pleasure to add in another few painful smacks to your bruising thighs. “Answer slut” he asks again, being thrown for a power trip as you choke out, “You!” to him.

His balls tightening signal he’s close, and the thought alone is enough to amuse him.

“Going to cum inside.” His words don’t register immediately to you, he can tell, but it seems all reality isn’t gone from you when your eyes widen.

“I-I- pregnant! I’ll get-“ he cuts you off with a chuckle, hand squeezing your throat enough to shut you up as he savors the sounds of wet squelching echoing in tune with his thrusts.

“My personal cock sleeve doesn’t get to talk.” The struggle you put up is worthless, but entertaining as he really does cum inside you, a soft grunt his only indication of release and overwhelming pleasure. Emptying himself inside and filling you with him. Marking you, painting you inside, signally you belong to him in every way now.

You lay exhausted and sore in his bed, cold as the various liquids dry on your skin and Feitan leaves.

Where he goes it doesn’t matter. You let yourself lay for a little longer before deciding it’s best not to anger him by staying in his space. You move to sit up, wincing as your intimate areas ache, but pushing forward nonetheless to get cleaned up and change his sheets and any mess left behind.

You hate the hollow ache in your chest the most. You look at your thighs to see his cum leaking out of you, and a sliver of dread echoes in your mind that you truly could become pregnant. The possibilities too much for you to handle right now, as you shakily slide off the bed to stand on wobbly legs. He could be back any moment, and it’s best you get to work early. You work on removing the sheets, just as the bedroom door opens to reveal a fresh Feitan, his signature jacket in place as he holds a glass of water.

“What are you doing?” His question is asked in a slightly lower tone that usual, and you quickly freeze in place.

“I-I’m cleaning up…?” You don’t mean to sound hesitant, but this situation is new and will require months of careful inquisition to avoid punishment under his hand. You knew better than to continue any task without his go ahead though.

You stand in silence as he observes you with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Come here” his order is curt, and while it terrifies you, you are quick to stumble over to him despite still being naked and filthy. You hate how badly you must look, barely able to walk while he is up and about his usual day as if nothing even happened. To him maybe nothing did happen, this being just the same as making a sandwich, and you wished the thought didn’t hurt. Maybe this would just be a new pain to live with, and the sooner you accepted that, the better your pathetic existence would be.

You stand just before him, fingers twisting around each other as you stay with your head bowed to stare at his feet while you concentrated on staying upright despite how difficult it felt for your hips and legs to support you.

“Not hard enough?” His words confused you, as you peaked up beneath your lashes to look at him curiously.

“I-I don’t understand…”

“Didn’t fuck you hard enough?” You froze in shock and slight fear, because what did that mean? He fucked you too hard in your personal opinion, and your poor slit agreed.

“Y-you did though…?” You were unsure of what was happening, his gaze not giving anything away.

“Get back on the bed. I didn’t say I was done with you.” Your eyes widened, taking a moment too long to register what he said before his foot took a step closer to you and you scrambled back onto the sheet-less bed in a panic. He paused, observing you again, before tilting his head.

“Next time I’m done with you, don’t move” he’s undoing his pants again, and moving towards you.

“I’ll fuck you good this time.” His words menacing and mean, and you’re left with little wiggle room as he closes in.

It’s his job after all to clean you up and piece you back together, and if you can fix yourself when he’s done, he clearly didn’t a good job the first round.

Well then😳

Sex Interview

Casting porn director Sukuna x female reader smut

Content warning: Dacryphilia, age gap, downtalk, use of curse words, boob play, unprotected sex, creampie, corruption kink, cumplay, minors do not interact.

Word count: 1942 words

Summary: You find yourself getting interviewed by the hottest casting director in the porn industry, you want to be a porn star…don’t you?

“Can you tell us your name?” A deep male voice spoke, sending shivers down your back.

Cameras rolling pointing at you, you fiddled with your fingers, nervously fidgeting under his intense gaze. You were beginning to question what you were doing here, on his sleek leather couch, in the living room of his fancy penthouse apartment.

The man in front of you was intimidating to say the least, tattoos covered his body from head to toe and his tank top did little to cover the amazing body hidden underneath, he was built like a God, muscles rippling, standing tall above, looking down at you almost condescendingly as if you were a fresh new toy that he just can’t wait to play with.

Hesitantly you answered in a meek voice, “Y/N”

“Y/N…huh?” He contemplated rolling it on his tongue, “Y/N, Y/N…such a pretty name.”

You smiled shyly and muttered a quick, “Thank you.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl…and you’re 18 aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“My my, aren’t you precious, you do know what kind of job this is don’t you?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“And you still want to follow through?”

You nodded, “I want to be a porn star.”

He grinned baring his canines, “You wanna be a porn star? Have you had sex yet? Or even seen a real cock before?”

“S-sir, with all due respect, I’m not a virgin. I-I have been intimate with a man before,” you stuttered out.

“Oh really? You’ve been ‘intimate with a man’ huh? And when was this? Your senior prom? Who’s the lucky bastard who popped your cherry?”

“I beg your pardon?! I don’t think that’s any of your business Sir.”

“‘Pardon’? ‘Sir’? Which century did you come from?” He asked chuckling to himself before getting serious, “Listen here-brat, you think you know what sex is? You’ve barely grazed the surface. You think you know what it’s like to be fucked by a real man? I guarantee those high school boys know nothing. But fortunately for you, I’m here now and I just can’t wait to break you in,” He says in a dangerous tone, leaning down, putting both arms on each side, caging you in.

Your lips were mere inches away from touching and you could feel him breathing down on you, you could smell the musky scent of his cologne, it smelled of pine and something else that you just can’t pinpoint. It was addictive, luring you in.

You gasped when he places a large hand over your exposed thigh, gently massaging the flesh, his warmth radiating down to your core, stirring up something within you.

“Do you like it when I touch you little girl?” He asked.

You nodded, looking at his hand splayed out on your thigh.

“Don’t look down now, look at me little girl.” You obeyed, turning your head to look up at him, big doe eyes staring into his. “Fuck! I need to hear you say it! I need to hear you say that you want me to touch you, to fuck you and to break you…”

You could feel yourself getting wet from his words alone, clenching your thighs together, the action not going unnoticed, “I want you to touch me, I want you to fuck me and use me till I break daddy.”

“Fuck! What’d you call me?” He asked feeling himself getting hard. Oh the things he want to do to you.

“I want you daddy,” you say almost too innocently as if it was wrong to come from your lips.

Not thinking anymore, he crashes his lips into yours, swallowing your moans, hands pushing your dress up to your hips, exposing your lower half and the lace panties you were wearing. He broke the kiss to look down and groaned, “Such pretty panties, you wore this for me?”

You nodded, pleased that he was liking what he was seeing. He rubbed two fingers on your cunt above your panties, “Jesus! You’re soaked all from just me talking huh? You ever been eaten out before little girl?”

You shook your head, “No, daddy.”

“Want daddy to eat you out?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Then take your panties off and spread your legs wide for me.”

As you were doing just that, you watch Sukuna grab a camera from one of the stands and brought it closer, focusing it on the mess in between your legs. You felt embarrassed being so exposed and your thighs instinctively started closing when Sukuna grabs one of your knee pushing you open.

“How’re you gonna be a porn star if you can’t even spread your legs for the camera?!”

Reluctantly you spread your thighs, and he licked his lips as he brings the camera closer, “Look at that pretty pussy, bare and wet for me. There’s not one hair on you huh? Did you shave for me?”

“I had a wax job.”

“You did, didn’t you? Fuck! Such a good girl, and good girls deserve a treat don’t they, why don’t you hold the camera for me sweetie?” He says as he passes you the camera and went down on his knees before pulling your hips closer so that his face was in between your legs, “No matter what, I want the camera to capture everything I’m doing, Ok sweetie?”

You nodded and let out a moan, hands shaking already struggling to point the camera down to where he’s lapping at your juices.

He uses his hands to spread your pussy lips open and licks in between your folds up to your clit, tongue passing your entrance just shy of dipping in. He repeated the action several times until you were crying out, begging, “Please…”

He smiled upon hearing you beg, you sounded so pretty for him, deciding that he had enough of teasing you, he stuck his tongue into your hole causing you to let out a gasp as he starts sucking in earnest. The sensation prove to be overwhelming, your thighs closed in on his head, shaking and quivering, moaning provocatively, you couldn’t believe that the sound was coming straight from your own mouth.

You could feel yourself getting wind up so tight and when his fingers started rubbing on your clit, you just about come undone. Crying out as you came hard on his tongue. You were panting when he gets up and kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste so good little girl,” He says taking the camera from you and you watch as he takes his cock out, he was thick and long, pre cum already leaking at the tip. You watch as he pumps it in his hand a few times, “What do you think of my cock, little girl?”

“So big daddy…” you exclaimed almost in awe and he smirked at your response.

“Mmhmm, never had a cock this big before?”

You shook your head, “No daddy.”

“Want to fuck yourself silly on this big cock, baby girl?” 

“Yes daddy.”

He moves you so that he was seated on the couch and you were straddling him, he positioned his cock at your entrance and guide your hips to sink down onto him. He aims the camera to where he can see his cock stretching you out. About halfway in, you paused,

“I can’t anymore daddy-ngnh-too big!”

“Shhh…baby girl yes you can, just a little bit more,” he says left hand guiding your hips to sink down further, you cried out once he’s fully buried inside you, “…there you go, such a good girl for me.”

He lets you get used to his size, rubbing circles on your lower back, using the time to get a better shot at your pussy, after some time he experimentally thrusts his hips up causing you to gasp.

“You ok baby? Mind moving for me?”

You nodded and started pushing yourself up and down on his cock.

“Mmmm…yeah that’s it, nice and tight…how about we take off that dress baby girl? Get it out of the way.” You pulled it off your figure throwing it to the floor revealing your bra.

He whistled, “Those are some nice looking titties, mind if I zoom in on them?”

“Go right ahead daddy,” you answered as you continued bouncing on his cock.

“Let me just take this off…” His hand coming round your back to pop your bra off, exposing your chest to the camera, breasts bouncing from the action, his hand coming up to cup each breast before pulling on the nipples getting them to harden, “…damn, where have you been hiding these?”

You mewled when he started sucking on each nipple, his skillful tongue circling around your sensitive skin and gasped when he suddenly thrusted up into you and started his own pace, going faster and harder, making you unable to keep up and just having to brace yourself to take it.

You were clinging onto him, nails digging into his arms as he bounced you on his cock, each thrust hitting your g-spot bringing you closer to the edge. You could feel the tightness in your abdomen building up and you cried out, “Oh daddy so close!”

You could feel it coming, it was so good too, the way his cock was sliding against your walls when all of sudden he pulls out and you whined in disappointment, wanting to cry, you were so close too.

“Daddy why?” You sobbed, legs still spread wide.

He groaned watching you cry over your lost orgasm and focuses the camera down to your weeping cunt, desperate for his cock.

He flips the both of you over so he’d be on top, he pushes both your legs up so that he could get an unrestricted view of your pussy twitching, walls squeezing around nothing.

And when he positions the head of his cock at your entrance finally pushing back in, you were literally crying from it.

He chuckled, “What’s the matter baby? Love my cock so much that it’s making you cry?”

“So good daddy!” You moaned out boosting his ego even more.

From this angle, he’s able to hit you much deeper, cock hitting against your cervix with each thrust, your walls convulsing, thighs quivering and he knows that you’re getting close.

You cried out when he rubs your clit in between his fingers, “Daddy no, too much-I can’t…” you babbled as tears flowed down your cheeks.

“Yes you can baby,” he says as he quicken his pace, going harder, he was so rough with you unlike any other man you’ve ever been with and yet you seem to enjoy it.

“Cumming daddy!” Your back arched as you came hard, walls squeezing tightly around his cock.

“Oh Fuck!” He cursed feeling your walls practically suffocating his cock, “So tight baby, gonna cum, can I cum inside baby?”

You nod in response, and he groaned as he came, his cum coming out in thick, heavy spurts, filling you up so good.

“Fuck, so good baby…” he moans out as he continued thrusting lazily before pulling out, a trail of cum connecting his cock to your pussy.

“Would you look at that, fuck!” He groans using the camera to zoom in on your pussy, hole gaping and his cum leaking out, he whistled, “Look at that creampie.”

He slides in two of his fingers getting some of his cum on it before bringing them to your lips, “Mind giving me a taste?”

You obliged opening your mouth and sucking on his fingers down to the knuckles, “Oh she likes that huh?”

You giggled, “Tastes so good daddy.”

“Fuck, you just might make it after all baby girl.”

Hi @nymphoheretic thanks for hosting this collab!! Had a lot of fun coming up with ideas and writing this! Hope you like it!

Me omw to join Yuuji on the bed⬆️

☀️ Heat Warning

Clothes come off because of the unbearable heat in your apartment, and your boyfriend's abs look too inviting to stay away.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: smut, abs riding, praise, squirting, creampie, cum-play. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Part one of my Heatwave Summer Series

The news program wasn't lying when it said there is a heat warning for the whole city. The temperatures have risen to a new record. And, of course, your a/c decided to stop working two days ago. Now your only source of cooling is a tiny fan standing on the bedside table. The air in the small apartment you and Yuuji share is unbearably hot and stuffy.

Yuuji has already abandoned his shirt and is lying on the bed only in his red boxer briefs, sighing and groaning because of the heat. And you are currently taking off your sundress, which has been sticking uncomfortably to your body. You let the dress drop to the floor, followed by your damp bra when your gaze lands on your boyfriend's face.

Yuuji's honey eyes travel lazily over your now exposed tits, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His voice sounds hoarse when he says,

"Come here, cutie. At least it's a little cooler over here with the fan and stuff..."

You smile, knowing full well what the sound of his voice and that dazed expression in those pretty golden eyes means. Yuuji is horny. The hot temperatures are frying his brain, and seeing your naked tits bounce when you pull your dress off drives him a little crazy.

You bite your lip. It's definitely not a wise idea to snuggle up to each other in this heat. But your nipples are already stiff, and your pussy is throbbing with arousal just from looking at your sexy boyfriend. His gorgeous muscles glisten with a thin layer of sweat, accentuating them even more, making him look too hot for you to stay away from.

The heat itself always makes you so easily aroused. And the sight of a shirtless Yuuji with his pecs and abs flexed only adds to that feeling, making you so horny all of a sudden that you cannot stop yourself from getting on the bed and crawling over to your boyfriend who smiles that cheeky boyish smile at you that always drives you a bit wild.

You are already sweating, so why not heat things up a little more?

You don't think twice before you hastily remove your panties and let them drop carelessly onto the floor, gasping softly when you hear the low moan coming from Yuuji at the sight of your naked pussy.

A pair of strong hands grabs your hips and pulls you onto your boyfriend's buff body. You moan softly as you come to sit on Yuuji's hard abs. His muscles and skin feel so hot against your wet core and so good. You always admire Yuuji's physique. All those buff muscles, all that raw strength.

Your hands land on his defined pecs, grabbing them and giving them a firm squeeze, making Yuuji's hips buck and a loud whine fall from his parted lips.

The movement makes you glide over his hard abs, sending a shock wave of pleasure through you as your wet clit rubs over his hard muscles.

"Y... Yuu!"

You roll your hips experimentally, gasping again at the feeling of his defined abs caressing your clit that is already puffy and sensitive from the heat.

Yuuji sounds shaky when he looks up at you with dilated pupils and a flush on his pretty face, some messy, sweaty strands of pink hair falling into his face,

"Fuck... are you gonna rub your pretty pussy on my abs?"

You feel too shy to answer but manage a nod and a feverish glance you send his way as you move your hips again, sliding over the firm bulges of Yuuji's six pack, coating them with your sticky arousal.

But this is Yuuji. You don't have to be ashamed or shy with him. He smiles at you, warm like the sun, moaning softly as his large hands sprawl over your hips and help you ride his abs, easily sliding you back and forth while his hungry gaze watches you.

"That's so hot, baby! Fuck! You are so hot, princess! Yeah, come on, make a mess on me, baby. Cum on me."

A sob escapes your lips at his words, and you spread your legs even wider as you rub yourself feverishly over Yuuji's abs, your clit pulsing with every touch.

Yuuji's right hand leaves your hip to push down his boxers and wrap a hand around his throbbing hard cock and pump himself with fast horny strokes that make his hot cock rub against your ass.

You feel light-headed, the heat and the arousal making your head spin. Sweat is running down both your bodies, slippery and messy, but it makes things even hotter. It's so naughty, so dirty, so primal. Abandoning all shame and just doing what feels good and turns you on.

You grunt as Yuuji flexes his abs beneath you, while moaning loudly and whimpering the sweetest encouragements to you,

"Yeah, like that, my cutie. Fuck, you're doing so good! So wet all over me!"

You cry out at his words, rubbing yourself even faster on his abs, eyes closing and head falling back in ecstasy as your pleasure slowly nears its peak. Your pussy throbs, feeling so incredibly hot and wet, and all you can do is sob Yuuji's name and dig your nails into his buff pecs as your orgasm crashes over you in long hot waves.

You feel hot liquid squirt out of your spasming pussy and onto Yuuji's hard abs, leaving you sitting in a small pool of it.

"Yuu... oh fuck, Yuuji! That was.. that was so...so hot."

You are breathless, feeling dizzy, but your mind clears enough to notice the frantic movements of Yuuji's hand around his cock, and the needy horny gasps falling from his lips.

You reach behind you, wrapping a hand around his hot cock, and give it a few loving strokes that make Yuuji mewl your name. You want more. You want him to fill you with his heat and let him feel your heat around him too.

"Yuuji, baby. Fuck me, please! Need you in me!"

The feral-sounding growl coming from your boy sends another wave of arousal through you. Before you know it, Yuuji's large hands dig into the plush of your hips, and he flips you over onto your back.

You barely have time to lift your head to look at him before he rams his fat cock into your wet pussy, making both of you moan loudly.

"Ah fuck, sorry, baby! Hmmm fuck fuck I can't hold back!"

Your pussy and heart throb at his words. He is always so cute, so sexy, and so crazy for you. No other guy ever made you feel so sexy. You smile at him, wrapping your arms and legs around him, pulling his heavy body on top of you.

"It's ok, baby. Don't hold back, please. Fuck me, Yuu!"

You can see the sweet smile on his pretty face before his lips part in another feral growl, and he fucks you for real, moaning into your mouth in between sweet, hot kisses. Your nails dig into the buff muscles of his broad back while Yuuji ruts into you with deep, hard thrusts that knock the breath out of you.

When he cums a few seconds later, he cries your name, pumping half of his thick load into your pussy, and then pulls out to shoot the other half all over your tummy and tits and his flexed abs.

You watch him through heavy-lidded eyes, caressing his muscular thighs lovingly, thinking how lucky you are to call this sexy and sweet man yours.

Yuuji kneels between your legs, grinning at you with that love-drunk expression on his face that makes your chest feel so full.

"I love you, cutie."

Both of you are a mess, bodies sticky with sweat and cum, hearts racing, and heads spinning from the heat and the intensity of your orgasms. But it's perfect.

Definitely, the best way to spend this heatwave, you think as you reach out to run a finger through the sticky mix of your and Yuuji's cum on Yuuji's firm abs, drawing a heart into it.

"I love you too, baby."

Maybe the heat warning shouldn't just have been for the weather but also for your hot boyfriend.

I am so crazy for him omggg!! I had heart eyes all the time while writing this. Aaaah I hope you enjoyed it too! A lovely anon sent me an ask about riding Yuuji's abs during a heat wave and the thought wouldn't leave my mind again. Thank you so much for sending me that prompt!!

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs would be sweet!

This was part one of my little Heatwave Summer Series. The next one will be with Sukuna ;)

I can’t do it, If a guy told me during sex that he was gonna make me a mommy I’d fold immediately my lord😳

hello!! ive been lurking on your acc for a little bit and i absolutely adore your writing like omg!! but earlier i got to thinkin about toji (as we all do) and i was thinking about how vulgar i imagine him to be in a sexual context and it makes me like soo shy and im not shy 🙄 im just obsessed with the idea of him saying really filthy shit to us and then practicing what he preaches yk

PRACTISE WHAT YOU PREACH

a/n: i keep falling asleep on the couch writing. and thank u for the inspiration for the name LOL

wc: 2.4k

warnings: reader has the same bite to her as toji does but gets shy when said man says filthy things, dom!toji, implication of sex in parts of the drabble, (public) dirty talk, pet names, he calls you ‘whore’ and ‘slut‘, toji calls you ‘mama’ once, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, spitting (on hand and in mouth), p -> v penetration, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, riidng, praise, degradation, daddy kink at the end, creampie / breeding kink, brief oral / cunnilingus @ the end, n*sfw under the cut

fushiguro toji is a vulgar man inside and out. It’s obvious when he tells the teenage boys to go fuck themselves when he catches them looking at you and you have to slap his bicep, or perhaps grabbing a piece of your ass while waiting in line to pay for groceries and all you can do is send him a nasty glare and a strong nudge of your elbow.

he doesn’t mind his baby fighting back, especially with how easily he can overturn the tables and have you squirming and breathing heavily whenever he gets you under him in the bedroom.

it comes to light first when you’re talking with a co-worker at a company party, talking casually with them before toji comes over with both your drinks. he’s tamer, then, sucking up to your insufferable colleagues even if they didn’t know what they were saying. this dude was clearly eyeing you, too, despite knowing toji was your plus one, and at that point the poor man has had enough.

“how ’bout you invite him back to our hotel and let him watch as i fuck you? maybe then he would stop fucking starin’.” toji passes you your drink as he whispers it, albeit the last part filled with mild bitterness, not entirely as secretive as he would like to be because the colleague’s eyes are widening immediately. he swallows his saliva at the large stature of your boyfriend’s and you just know he did it on purpose. but when you don’t reply and bark back at him with annoyance, toji’s lips curl in a smile, a light bulb going off in his head at his discovery and he’s been incessant since.

“yeah? how ’bout you clean a bathroom for once, fucker,” you roll your eyes, throwing a rag into the bathroom sink, disgruntled at how your boyfriend couldn’t even clean his own sink. it was beyond him to clean the place where water flowed everyday but when he told you that all you could muster was a look of disgust.

you were in no mood for him when you saw him creep in behind you in the mirror, eyes trained on the male who just mutters apologies into your neck, kissing the skin there like a tease and resist the urge to shiver, keeping up your angered expression.

until his words hit. “’m sorry baby, shoulda known better than to say stupid shit like that. how ’bout i make it up to you?”

“like what, toji? you gonna get on your hands and knees and scrub the floors yourself? cause i’d like th—”

“i’ll do it,” but not for the reason you think, “i’ll do it if i get to eat my pretty girl’s pussy out. and then let me pound her while she watches how good i make her feel.”

needless to say, your panties were thrown in the washing machine immediately as he made your moans echo in that squeezy bathroom, and the sink ended up being squeaky clean for the next few weeks.

it’s the best way to get you to shut up and sometimes the way your lips move as you’re rambling about something or how your figure looks as you’re reaching for the tv remote and spouting profanities is just so hypnotising. he’s obsessed with you.

toji stares blankly at you while you’re explaining the way to work the air fryer for the third time that day, and it’s not his fault you’re currently in a camisole. it’s accentuating your tits and the home shorts you’re in isn’t helping either, because he can easily swipe it to the side to fuck into you.

you snap your fingers in front of his face, “wha—? listen to me when i’m talking to you, babe.”

toji just rolls his eyes, something he knows you hate, and he watches your outburst with a lovestruck smile. he catches your snapping hand with ease, switching to holding it. “hey! what did i say about rolling eyes?”

he leans forward, placing his other hand dangerously close to your ass, but the forehead peck distracts you. “i heard you the first time, darling.”

“you—!” toji just laughs at your surprise. sure, he was old as fuck but he wasn’t entirely clueless about the air fryer, but he let you explain and drone on about the settings, knowing you’d be focused on the device. that way, his eyes could travel unforgivingly and just like that, the playful moment is overcome by his vulgar disposition again, the act of his body craving yours before his words made you freeze on the spot.

“but enough about air fryers, hm?” the sight of toji’s hand almost covering yours was enough to send you reeling, but it’s increased when he drags your hand down the hardness of his front. you can feel the ridges of his abs, down, down, down until his bulge. he guides you to squeeze his dick, a guttural groan making its way to the front of his throat. “how ’bout you show me how much your eyes can roll back as my cock disappears into you, huh?”

your breath hitches at the proposition and toji’s smile spreads into a grin at your reaction because it’s like this every. single. time. unconsciously your hands start to undo the knot of his sweatpants, pulling it under his hardened shaft, the other sighing when your hand finally wraps around it. it aches so much that he finds himself thrusting into your hand briefly before you start stroking.

toji gathers a blob of spit on his tongue and maintains eye contact, spitting directly onto his cock for some lubrication and you take a deep breath, slick noises sounding out throughout the house. he makes sure to do it again later. “getting it ready for your pretty little cunt, aren’t you? filthy girl— f-fuck…”

the words make you rub your thighs together, stepping closer to him while you continue stroking, up, down and up, down, determined to give him a taste of his own medicine. pushing him until you’re out of the kitchen, he lets you shove him onto the couch, a loud groan leaving his lips when you descend to your knees and your mouth closes around his cock.

“s’big,” you whimper, swirling your tongue around his angry tip and going back to deepthroating him, desperate to feel his dick down your throat.

“oh— s-shit, baby,” toji pulls back the hair from your head, seeing your eyes barely being able to focus as it hits the back of your throat, “that’s it… suck it like the dirty whore you are.”

the degradation is reason enough for you to bob your head quickly, moaning around his length as your mouth drips drool mixed with the pre-cum from his tip. toji chokes out your name, hips bucking into your warm mouth while your hands find purchase on his thick thighs, taking him down your throat until your nose meets his pelvis. soon he‘s cumming down your throat with grunts, feeling the hot semen rush into your cavern.

“stay there, good fuckin’ girl,” the other groans out when your eyes shift to him, swallowing bits of his cum with a small stream of tears filling your lash line that threaten to fall. he notices your hand sneaking into your panties and he smirks, bringing you off his cock to catch your breath. you sputter and gasp, hand still lightly wrapped around him. he’s still hard after cumming, but he’s also more sensitive.

“can i ride you now?” you ask like it’s any other question, shimmying out of your underwear before wasting no time to straddle him. his tip pokes your pussy and you grab him, dragging him up and down your folds to collect your slick. before long, you’re grinding on the bottom of his shaft, your labia spread along his dick and toji is charmed by how you move on him with needy moans and two hands on his torso.

“sure ya can, doll, but…” you can tell toji’s impatient, as with you, so with a roll of your eyes (toji mumbles under his breath that you’re a hypocrite), you sink down slowly on him, the arousal of your cunt wet enough to take him without prep. inch by inch you take him deep, head thrown back as toji enjoys the view — the curve of your body, how your nipples poke through your camisole — and he smiles as his baby calls out his name from being so full.

“o-oh my god… toji—” the last bits of his name fades out when he moves his hips experimentally, the pain soon fading into pleasure and the feel of his cock in you causes you to lean forward.

“yes?” he grins, body now propped up with his elbows, meeting you halfway, “is my princess tired already?”

“n-no, i can do it,” you mewl when your hips start to bounce, the stretch of his dick feeling so good. he’s reaching places in you that you can’t even fathom, “i can take you…”

toji groans softly at your declaration, body twisted in such pleasure as you soon find a rhythm on him, relishing in the way toji watches you with lust in his eyes. he helps you with a hand on your hips, but the other pushes your top past your tits, mouth latching onto your nipple and taking one into his mouth and the gesture halts your movement for a bit. a chill runs through your body as he swirls his tongue around your bud, a breathless moan leaving you as toji looks up at you through hooded eyes.

it’s got you clenching, and toji hums into your chest, moving to your other nipple before releasing it with a pop! “tired?”

you make a small sound of agreement, the sensations of his thick cock in you paired with his lips on your tits and the burn of your thighs too much for you. he happily indulges you, bringing your body close to him before he plants his feet on the sofa and fucks up into you, a choked moan leaving you. that one thrust was just to tease you, limping into his embrace as he hears the slap of his balls onto your ass.

“you’re taking me alright,” toji laughs, cut off by a moan when he continues his ministrations, entranced by how you’re so wet you manage to leak down his length. with how your pussy is drooling, he rams into you easily, obscene noises of your sopping cunt against his pelvis as your sounds of pleasure comes out in little breaths.

“so wet,” toji comments softly, cock twitching from how your boobs felt against him and how your pussy feels so damn tight. it hugs him so snugly he has to will himself not to cum, but you’re making it difficult by how you call out his name in whines. “don’t tell me she was wet earlier already?”

you can hardly focus on his questions as he bullies his cock into you, body rocking from his relentless hips and the friction of your clit against his skin, but you mutter out a yes, a high-pitched one that’s got toji chuckling.

“my baby loves it when i talk dirty, huh?” you whine into his neck, arms tightening around his neck, “she loves it when i tell her how much i want to slam my cock into her pussy, yeah?” toji is ruthless, continuing to thrust while his words have very much the same effect. “or maybe she wants me to say how i want to cum deep in her cunt, filling her to the brim. shit… does she want me to fuck a baby into her?”

you clamp down around his cock with a loud moan and he stutters, “gotta stop clenching around me, darlin’, f-fuck.”

“y-yeah… wan’ that…” you pull away from your hiding place to babble out, eyes close to closing and drool dripping down the sides of your mouth. “wan’ all your cum, daddy.”

toji sucks in a breath at the name drop and in a second, he’s switching the positions. he admires the sweat on your skin and your heaving chest, and for the first time he’s able to see just how soaking wet you are, along with the stretch of your pussy on him.

“wan’ you to make me a mommy…” you mewl softly, and that’s all it takes for the other to start moving again because if it’s anything he loves more than seeing you crumble at his words, it’s how you tell him what you want.

you can feel toji twitch in you at that, but you have close to no strength, letting him thrust into you with vigour that’s running out too — he’s too besotted with your moans and face that’s morphed into pleasure, along with your whiny pleas.

“c’mon, open your mouth, mama,” toji pulls on your bottom lip with his thumb, “stick out ya tongue.”

you obey, hand squeezing his bicep as he gathers saliva in his mouth again, thrusts stopping briefly. he can feel your hips move, but you’re still focused on how toji purses his lips and how the spit leaves his lips — the long line of spit that descends slowly onto your tongue and the tension that surrounds it tells him you love it.

“attagirl,” he grins, wiping the corners of your cavern as the pace starts up again, and it’s so sudden you already feel like cumming.

“g’nna cum, daddy,” you mutter out, legs closing around him when you feel the familiar coil of your abdomen and toji just holds you closer, intoxicated with the moment that he wants it to last. “gonna—”

your eyes are blown wide when toji secretly reaches down to press a thumb into your clit, drawing lazy circles. that’s enough for your orgasm to come crashing down on you, pussy clenching hard on the other.

“daddy— oh my god!” toji still continues to rail into you, whimpers of his name spurring him on until you’re moaning out again as his cock spurts his cum deep in your cunt, filling you with his load until it spills out.

toji immediately drops down and starts to lap at your clit, a first class seat to his cum leaking from your pussy, laughing when you hardly care about it staining the sofa, too cockdrunk to care about reprimanding him.

“so pliant,” toji uses a finger to push his cum into you, “maybe i should get you like this more often, heh.”

My lord I couldn’t deal, I need my private naps he play too much😭

toxic! gojo being utterly obsessed with his baby mama 🫶🏿

✧.* PRETTY MOMMA — satoru gojo

⇆ notes :: yes ma'am i agree 🫶🏾 i love pathetic man satoru gojo. also ik you didn't ask for it but i desperately need gojo sucking on my tits (content warnings !! not explicet smut but it's got some sexual things, toxic and needy gojo, tiddie sucking, idk what to call it but gojo bugs reader until they give in, reader and gojo aren't in an actual relationship)

you and gojo were not in a relationship. you thought you had made that very clear, but gojo just never seemed to get it. the only reason you had any contact with him was because your one night stand ended in you getting pregnant with his child.

when you first found out you were pregnant, you never even planned on telling gojo. he had left his number on a sticky note on your bedside table when he left the morning after your hook up, but it was just a courtesy, not for you to ever actually contact him. there was a sort of unspoken 'no contact' rule when you bring home a guy from the bar. it wasn't until about a month into your pregnancy that you figured he at least deserved to know.

and oh boy, did you regret that.

being a single mother would have been way easier than having gojo around all the time. almost immediately after you told him you were pregnant, he came back into your life and he hasn't left you alone since.

it was nice at first, to have someone help you out, especially as you got further and further along in your pregnancy. but it also would have been nice to have even just a minute of alone, just a few moments where gojo wasn't all over you. he stayed with you in your home, but under the agreement that he stayed on the couch. yet despite that, gojo ended up in your bed nearly every night. and the hormones throughout your pregnancy made it hard to say no to him.

but now that you actually had the baby, everything just became so exhausting. gojo was so obsessive, and controlling over everything. he had doubled down on his attachment to you, he wouldn't let you go anywhere in peace, he always had to be there. nearly every waking moment of your day gojo was around. it was like he had become obsessed with you, like he was just incapable of being without you.

"hey, what are you doing here ?" gojo once again ruined the rare moment of peace you got, poking his head into your bedroom.

"i'm laying down in my bed" you answered, you hoped your tone would be enough for him to catch the hint that you just wanted to be alone. but of course he didn't listen, and walked right into the room.

"oh, the baby's asleep ?" gojo stood over your bed, looking down at you and the baby next to you.

you wrapped your arm around the baby, and pulled her closer to you. "yes, and i'd like to keep it that way. so please leave"

"leave ?" gojo laughed, completely disregarding your words, scooping the baby up and putting her in the bassinet at the other end of the room. "why would i leave ? the baby's asleep and we get to have some mommy and daddy time"

you didn't have the energy to argue with him as he crawled into the bed next to you. you had given birth not even a month ago, and you were beyond exhausted, your whole body hurt, and you were so overwhelmed from taking care of the baby and dealing with gojo. "we aren't mommy and daddy, gojo. we aren't dating, you don't even live here"

"aw come on, don't call me that. it breaks my heart when you call me by my last name" gojo completely disregarded your words. "it's satoru" his hands slide under your shirt, moving up towards your breasts, which had swollen over the past few months from milk. "your tits are absolutely massive right now" gojo said in complete awe

"she fell asleep before i could nurse her" you responded, trying to push gojo's hand off of you. gojo was much stronger than you, especially when you were tired and he was so needy.

"i could help with that," he breathed, staring holes into your breasts.

"gojo, shut up and go away" you groaned "you aren't nursing on me, it's a miracle in itself i produce any, and it isn't for you"

"oh come on, you produce plenty. and you're so so pretty like this" gojo's hand moved up further, grabbing onto the underside of one of your breasts, massaging the fat making milk leak from your nipple.

"gojo, please ! i am so tired, and i am not going to nurse you" your voice was more strained. he was so frustrating it made you want to cry.

gojo kept squeezing your breast, watching the wet patch form on your shirt "it's fine if you're tired, i'll do all the work." he insisted "and you'll make more, you're so full right now. you can afford to give some to me. please, angel" you let out a heavy sign, but didn't respond. "please" gojo continued "i'm begging you. i won't need much, please. you don't understand. i'm obsessed with you, i need you. i need you so bad"

you couldn't tell if he was being serious, or if he was just trying to get what he wanted. either way, all you wanted was for him to shut up. so you gave in. "god, fine. just please, shut up"

"oh finally" gojo didn't even wait a second before he pulled your shirt up, "thank you, thank you" he latched onto your nipple, sucking hard. you could feel the milk filling his mouth, and it made you feel just a little more relaxed to feel your breast getting lighter.

gojo was definitely enjoying it to. he was grabbing the flash and twisting the nipple of the breast he wasn't latched to, and his breathing was heavy. he was sucking down milk so fast, he would choke and gag on the amount of fluid in his mouth.

it wasn't long before gojo's noises woke the baby. "gojo, the baby is waking up. get off before she starts crying" you tried pushing him away.

gojo put his hand on your head, keeping you down. "let her cry then" he groaned, hovering over your second breast. "i'm not done."