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𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 𝒙 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 who after work, goes to pick you up from your last class of the day, patiently waiting in the car until you swing the door open “Sorry, baby, the class ran longer!” You apologize profusely, plopping down in the passenger seat, out of breath from running to his car.

𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 who reassures you that it’s fine, leaning forward to get his kiss that you almost forgot about. It’s only a small peck, but he spent his whole day looking forward to it.

𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 who, on the drive back to your place, listens intently to your rant, humming and nodding as you tell him about the annoying professors and their ridiculous assignments.

𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 who urges you to shower while he makes dinner for the two of you “I wanna help,come on” your groan, making your way to the kitchen but he quickly snatches you up “just go, sweetie, you’ll slow me down anyway” he says, earning a good cussing from you cuz he’s saying you can’t cook or sum ?

𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 who has the food ready and the table set the moment you’re out of the shower, smelling like cocoa and your pretty face glistening. With a smile on his face, he watches as you hop in joy because he made your favorite,

𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 who does the dishes while you finish some college work upstairs, rolling up his sleeves, scrubbing away with some music playing in the background.

𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 who forcefully drags you off your laptop because it’s getting late and you need to get some rest.

𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 who’s an hypocrite because he doesn’t even let you sleep, having you rather bounce on his cock, thick veiny hands palming your sore ass from all the slaps you received “you tired already, baby ?” he mocks , noticing how you’re slowing down, thighs burning up like crazy trying to ride this monster.

𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 who has you on your side, leg held up by his huge arm as he harshly thrusts into you, grunting against your neck from the way your pussy is hugging him so tightly “wait-toj..” you cry out when you feel his thumb pressing on your clit, making slow circles, forcing out the nastiest moans out of you “feel so good, sweetie” he smirks, pussy so wet and cozy, he couldn’t believe he had survived all day without tasting you.

𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 who makes sure you cum at least twice before he finally leaves your poor cunt alone, holding you tightly in his arms as your QUICK to fall asleep.

𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊 who wakes you up in the morning with soft kisses on your forehead and cheeks “cmon, baby, you gon be late” he whispers against your skin, watching as his girl yawns and tries to drag him back in bed with her.

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Requests on the way dw ✍🏽

stress reliever. toji z. 1.2k

cw 𐙚 somnophilia, oral, fingering, creaming, black reader, explicit language, unprotected sex, creampie . . .in which toji has his way with you while you’re asleep! minors not allowed

toji zenin could feel the fucking tiredness pressing behind his eyes as he pushed open the door to his shared apartment. fighting demons was so damn taxing. it seemed like every time he turned a corner today, he was fighting some disgusting mutant. he just wanted to lay down in his bed, with a cup of ramen while he watched gambling. the inviting smell of cinnamon—your signature scent—made him relax a bit as he closed the door with his steel boot. usually, you’d be waiting at the door for him with a sweet smile and a kiss, but today you weren’t, which he found odd. huffing in disappointment, he called out your name softly, waiting a few moments to see if he’d hear that sweet sultry voice of yours. to his dismay, he didn’t.

in fact, he didn’t hear anything, which unsettled him. most of the time, he was yelling at his bubbly girlfriend to sit down or be quiet. you were like a baby bunny, always hopping onto the next thing, always so damn curious. sometimes toji wondered how you two even paired; you were a ray of sunshine while he, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. what you saw in his dark depths, he didn’t know.

when he pushed open the bedroom door, his breath hitched. there you were, sprawled out asleep, one leg stretched out, the other pulled up, curly hair cascading over the white velvet pillows like dark waves of water. one of his black shirts hung loosely off your frame, juicy brown ass perched in the air, adorned in those red lace panties he loved. your body gently moved as you breathed softly, long wispy lashes kissing your cheeks, arms tucked underneath your head. what a fucking sight.

his cock twitches in his sweats as he inches towards you, fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. a mischievous grin pulls at his lips as your nose slightly crinkles from the tingly feeling, but you stay asleep. he knows you’re a deep sleeper, and considering the fact that you’ve been pulling all-nighters to finish up college essays, you’re halfway dead to the world. it's extremely taboo, but he can't resist as he flips you over, the bed creaking under his sudden weight. he loops his fingers into your underwear and pulls them down slowly, humming as he watches your arousal glisten on your sex. he wonders what you’re dreaming about, has to be something nasty the way your pussy twitches occasionally.

his hands grasp your calves, holding them above his head, long, slimy tongue pressing flatly against your pink clit. “mmm,” he groans as your wetness covers his lips. you taste so damn good it’s got his head spinning. he lazily licks over your folds, his eyes gazing up at you. you’re still sleeping like a rock, face occasionally scrunching as his tongue works your core. he chuckles quietly into your pussy, lapping until his jaw aches, and even after that, he still continues. he can feel your legs trembling as he holds them, which makes him even hornier.

toji's tongue delves deeper, exploring every inch of your sensitive folds, savoring the taste of your arousal. his mouth moves with a practiced rhythm, alternating between gentle licks and firm sucks, drawing out soft whimpers from your unconscious form. the room is filled with the wet sounds of his mouth working your cunt, his own arousal growing with each passing second.

his free hand roams over your thighs, squeezing and caressing, feeling the heat radiating from your soft skin. he’s lost in the moment, completely absorbed in the pleasure of tasting you, his mind clouded with lust. your body responds instinctively to his touch, hips subtly rocking against his mouth, seeking more of the delicious friction.

he can feel your climax building, the way your walls flutter and your breathing quickens, even in your sleep. it’s a heady feeling, knowing he has this effect on you, that he can bring you to the edge without you even waking up. his face is seeped with your essence, but he doesn’t care.

his hand is pressed flat against your stomach, thumb pulling the skin back on your clit as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive hard bud. your body occasionally spasms under his touch, each reaction drawing a grin to his face. a breathy whine escapes your lips as he stretches you with his fingers, the way your body responds to him is intoxicating. soft, lewd sound of your pussy filling the room as he moves within you. the longer he thrusts, the harder you clench around his fingers, and he swears he can feel your cervix brushing against his fingertips.

your face constantly contorts at his touch, yet you remain asleep. he groans, noticing the thick creamy substance building on his fingers. he can't take it anymore; he's about to lose control. he stands to his feet and tugs his sweats down just before his knees, head lulling back as he grips himself. the tip of his cock is red and swollen, thick veins running along the shaft. the bed creaks loudly as he puts his full weight on it, sliding himself into your tight embrace. he wants to go wild, but he restrains himself. you softly cry out with furrowed eyebrows at the intense stretch, completely unaware of what's happening.

"ugh,so pretty when you sleep" he groans in pleasure as he rocks his hips into you. he can feel his worries of the day dissipating as he moves within your tight, wet warmth. he can see why somnophilia peaks your interest; there's something exhilarating about having you in the palm of his hand, moving you like a puppet. he watches your face, still twitching with each movement, and the sight drives him further. the thick, creamy substance continues to build, coating his dick and allowing him to glide into you easier.

he slows his movements, savoring the feeling of your body clenching around him. each thrust is deliberate, calculated.he can feel his own tension building, the need to release growing stronger with each passing second.but he holds back, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible.

finally, he can’t hold back any longer. his movements become more urgent, each thrust deeper and more powerful than the last. your eyes flutter open, and your stomach clenches at the sight. your boyfriend having his way with your body. his mouth hangs ajar in pleasure, muscles rippling as he holds himself up. instinctively, you wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper into you. “tojiiii,” your soft whines drawn out as the bed creaks louder, the sound mixing with the squelches and your breathy whines. he feels the tension in his body reaching its peak, and with a final, powerful thrust, he lets go, his release flooding into you.

your legs shake as he collapses onto the bed beside you. the room is filled with the sounds of your combined breaths, the aftermath of the intense moment lingering in the air. his cum leaks out of you, trailing stickily down your trembling thigh. you side eye him, “thought you weren’t into my ‘weird kink’” he shrugs, chest heaving.

“changed my mind.”

ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ!ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs

MDNI, get away!!

✦A/N: this is just something small to post before I start working on a new fic. it’s between Gojo and Ony hopefully I’ll figure it out by tonight. but enjoy this one loves!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Headcanon: Nanami Kento.

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Warnings: oral, mdom, a little nsfw headcannons, and unprotected sex (wrap it up guys)

(some of the headcanons are directed at black women)

Husband!Kento proposed with a necklace instead of a ring because a ring is too easy to lose. He’s a meticulous gentleman, so he takes the necklace off whenever you take a shower and leaves a trail of soft kisses along your neck. 

Husband!Kento Refuses to let you wake up to the horrid and deafening ring of an alarm clock. Instead, he peppers your face with soft kisses and runs his large hands over your body softly.

“My love, It’s time to wake up.”

You groan slightly, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and pulling the covers down to your waist. You come face-to-face with your husband’s loving eyes. He runs his hand along your hips and presses a sweet kiss on your lips. The Passionate act still lingers seconds after his lips leave yours. 

“Let’s have a good morning, beautiful…”

Husband!Kento loves it when you share your gossip with him. Samatha’s marriage is falling apart? He knows. Erika has a new girlfriend? He knows. He listens to every word leaving your plump lips and remembers just in case you quiz him about it later on. 

Husband!Kento adores the way your hips sway when you’re cooking or getting ready for bed. He’ll always watch you, whether he’s doing paperwork at his desk or simply just enjoying your presence. His eyes will always be on your body and you can feel his loving gaze every time. 

Husband!Kento did tons of research on how to take care of your hair. He knows how difficult it can be to take care of black hair so as the loving husband he is, he wants to help you in every way possible. Always asking if you need help taking down braids, helping you detangle your hair, and even helping you find out which hair product is better for your hair type. 

Husband!Kento loves your hair so much that he even gives it a soft tug when you’re doing a good job sucking his cock. His hand is always on your head, usually pushing you down further on his cock. 

Husband!Kento favorite position is cowgirl. He loves the way your love handles feel under his grip. He’s completely mesmerized by the way you throw your head back and the rhythmic movement of your tits. Seeing the way your engagement necklace hovers over his face completely sends him over the edge. 

Husband!Kento has a rewards card for a local lingerie store around your shared house. He has to buy lingerie often because he rips it off of you the moment he sees that lacey, bright-colored, bra and panty set sitting on your smooth skin. 

Husband!Kento is only rough if you ask him to or when you catch an attitude with him for no reason. He loves sex when it's slow and sensual. He likes the intensity of it. He also enjoys punishing you when your frustration is aimed at him for no reason. 

“Mmm…Ke-Ken! I-I’m…fuck…s-sorry” 

You’ve lost count of the amount of orgasms you’ve had. Your juices are soaking the sheets, your limbs are tied to the bed, and your stunning husband is sitting in a chair facing the bed watching you lose your mind.

“Apology not accepted.”

He turns the vibrator up another level. 

Husband!Kento loves fingering you while he’s on a business call. His calm and composed appearance completely contradicts your messy one. His stoic facial expression doesn’t convey any hint that he’s knuckles deep inside of his wife.

Nah, I'm Better.

divider by @cafekitsune

✦A/N: OK! this took longer than expected but LISTEN! I'm here now and probably will be dropping more frequently (hopefully). Reader is also a slut I mean she could talk me through it and I'd let her. But I tried to eat down as much as possible for this fic so the girlies and the gays wouldn't starve. Gojo is driving my dream car, a girl can only imagine.

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Synopsis: You and Satoru have been best friends since elementary school. By the time you both made it to college he’s hated every single partner you’ve ever had. Your recent ex isn’t any different, but he’s doing something about it this time.

⋆.ೃ࿔*･wc: 2,887

⋆.ೃ࿔*Warnings: best friends to lovers, praise, car sex, arguments (ish), cowgirl, choking, handjob, p in v, no protection, finishing inside (practice safe sex)

(the reader is black)

If you had a dollar for every time you and Satoru got mistaken for a couple you’d be rich, not richer than him. He loves it when people mistake him for your boyfriend. It’s the ego boost he doesn’t need. He’s liked you for a while but you always shut him down. Either for another guy or because you see him as just a “friend”. You knew that was a lie, you didn’t want to ruin the friendship between you guys. So to buried your feelings for Satoru and used other men as a distraction. Fuck buddies, friends with benefits, sugar daddies, you name it. Nothing was ever successful; it always ended in heartbreak or fights. Satoru hated that you went for men who were lower than your standard.

He hated that you didn’t go for him. That’s part of the reason why he’s parked outside a fancy restaurant waiting for you to walk out.  

You thought this guy was the one, you’d been talking for a couple weeks, going on dates, even fucked a few times. But no people always have to ruin it, it was fun while it lasted. Mahito was a guy you met off of Tinder. He was nice, sweet, and probably the realest guy you’ve ever met. That was until date number four when he brought up his love for podcasts. Specifically a podcast by the name ‘Fresh and Fit’, you know the podcast that goes around and hates on women for a check. 

What a loser…

After learning that information you left the date immediately. Leaving him with a “Get a life, nigga.” before quickly walking out of the restaurant. The cold drizzle of rain calms your nerves as you heave out a soft sigh. Your eyes meet a familiar and sleek all-black Ford Bronco. An air of comfort travels throughout your body. You haven’t been this excited to see Satoru since…ever. He’s already looking in your direction with his cheeky smile, flashing you his pearly white teeth. He’s always been handsome, your whole life was spent watching girls and even guys swoon over him. You can’t even remember if he accepted any of the advances, you don’t even think he’s had a girlfriend that you know of.

His jagged blue eyes met your dark brown ones and it’s like a firework went off in front of you. Your waist-length knotless braids, glossy plump lips, and warm brown skin have him in a chokehold. The way your honey-glazed skin complimented your outfit made him want to rip it off right there. Luckily his windows are tinted enough to hide his very noticeable lustful gaze, but you felt his eyes burning holes into your head. With a visible frown on your face, you swiftly open the car door. You come face to face with Satoru’s fuck boy grin, you almost melt on the spot.

“When I said ‘call me for emergencies.’ It didn’t include shitty dates.”

You roll your eyes before playfully punching his arm. Satoru speeds out of the parking lot before you can even put your seatbelt on. Your back hits the seat roughly before you send a glare Satoru’s way.

“Chill out, nigga damn. You didn’t even hear how the date went and you’re already mad.”

“I’m mad because you didn’t listen to me. I told you not to trust that fucking loser, now look at where we are.”

You could hear his eyes rolling before you saw it. He’s the leader of the sassy man apocalypse and he never denies it. You grimaced at the undeniable truth that he was right, and you knew it. You cross your arms over your chest and gaze out at the widow districting yourself with the scenery. 

“Hey…look at me.”

His light-hearted voice quickly melted in your ears like honey. He softly gripped your chin and turned your face to his. He analyzed your expression for a moment. Admiring your features, planning your future, imagining his cock inside of you. He’s quickly brought out of his thoughts when you playfully push his hand away. 

“Hands off, this makeup took time.”

He scuffs at your statement before looking back at the busy road. You analyze him for a while, taking in his features. Your thoughts are more innocent than his, and you hope it stays that way. 

“Listen…I’m sorry I didn’t listen. But, niggas man you don’t understand. They’re all so annoying.”

The more you think about your past rendezvous the more it turned into torture. Satoru knew about every failed date. He was always there to be a shoulder to cry on and a dick to ride if you asked him. He knows very well about your tragic love life, he doesn’t remember a successful relationship you’ve been in. He lectured you every time he picked you up from a bad date or situationship ending in ‘So, what are we?’. He wasn’t upset with you, he was more upset that you refused to see his obvious feelings for you. 

“This is just starting to get repetitive. (✧), This is just...nevermind”

He smacked his lips at the end of his statement. A habit he picked up from you after all of the years you two have spent together. His mouth opens to say something else but nothing comes out. He huffs and runs his hand through his hair, he’s frustrated by the current events.

“Don’t get an attitude with me. You think I want to date guys like this?”

Your accusatory tone makes his attention shift slightly from the road. He scans his brain for what to say. He doesn’t want to upset you anymore but he also didn’t want to sugarcoat anything. As a wannabe lover, he wants nothing but the best for you even if it means telling you a harsh reality. 

Your taste in men is shit. 

He doesn’t have enough fingers or toes to list off the amount of guys that hurt you in the past. Nanami was too formal for you, Toji was a bum that leeched off of you, Sukuna was an asshole, and Satoru would’ve killed Suguru if he even attempted to flirt with you. 

“No, you know what I mean. You deserve better than these dumbasses you go after.”

The venom in his voice is very noticeable. Satoru’s carefree nature is cracking under the stress of your love life. Your stubborn nature refuses to let you back down to him, especially when he’s like this. 

“Toru’ I can date and fuck who I want! I don’t need to be lectured by you. I understand that you care, but let me live my life.”

Your response almost sent Satoru out of the car. His eyes twitched in annoyance and his knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel. You watch the way his jaw tightened and his muscles flexed. It turned you on, a lot. As much as you hate to admit it, you looove making him mad. It was just the way his relaxed facade melted away when you threw careless sentences at him. His foot softly pressed on the brake when coming to a red light. He slowly shifted his body to face you, if looks could fuck he’d be fucking you right now. Just the thought of him bending you over the center console had your clit aching. 

“Do not say that, I will crash this car right now and kill us both.”

He glanced at you with a smirk trying to lighten the melancholy-stricken mood. You scuff at his childish antics.

“Oh my god, be for real-”

Ring…

Your phone buzzed in your purse, and your soon-to-be lecture got cut short. Your eyes widened when you saw the caller I.D. read ‘Mahito’. You let it ring for a few seconds before finally answering it. 

“Why are you calling me? I told you we were over.”

Satoru's ears perked when he heard the hostility in your voice. There was a snarky voice on the other end and they were loudly throwing a fit. His eyes analyzed your expression and the way your calmness was replaced with annoyance. 

“You don’t think I can do better than you?…You’re one goofy ass nigga, you know that?…Whatever, fuck you!”

You harshly shoved your phone into your purse and groaned. The awkward silence was almost tangible; you would have to cut it with a chainsaw. Mahito’s words circled in your head and it pissed you off more and more. Who does he think he is? You hum slightly when a very filthy idea comes to your mind. 

“Satoru, I need you to take me somewhere.”

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“Why the fuck are we here? Please don’t tell me you’re about to do something stupid.”

Satoru’s tone is laced with worry and confusion. He has no clue why he was parked outside of Mahito’s house right now and he didn’t know why you wanted to come here. You give him a cheeky smile before unbuckling your seatbelt and slowly leaning over the center console. You’re incredibly close to Satoru’s face, your nose practically touching his. All you can do is stare sensually into his ice-blue eyes, but the sense of longing is undeniably visible. 

“What are you doing?”

His voice spills out lowly like silk touching your ears. You take in a breath before crashing your lips into his. He’s caught by surprise but that’s quickly replaced with lust. His veiny hands quickly trace every curve on your body and tangle his fingers in your braids. You pull away taking in the wonderful scenery that Satoru was turned into. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is messy. You both stare at each other in awe and affection. It’s like something was unlocked in the middle of this little plan of revenge. 

“Get in the back.”

You nod before watching him walk out and around as you climb in the back. He opens the back door and stares at you for a moment, taking in the way your skirt is hiked up and your shirt tousled around. He quickly gets in and closes the door, basically pouncing on you. His mouth attacks your neck quickly, leaving several bite marks and hickeys. Without breaking the kiss you roughly pushed him onto the car door behind him. He lets out a low groan and rests his hands on your waist. You reach down and fumble with his belt buckle before finally breaking the kiss and using your hands. 

“If you need help you could’ve just asked.”

“Shut up.”

He chokes out a gasp when you take his cock out of his boxers. You wrap your manicured hand around his big cock and slowly massage the length. You trace circles around his tip with your thumb. A low groan settles at the bottom of his throat as silence sighs escape his lips. He unscrewed his eyes to meet the brazen expression on your face. His chuckles and mixed moans are sending you over the edge. You reach down and caress your clit through your panties. Satoru doesn’t fall ignorant of this and quickly grabs your hand to stop the satisfying motion.

“Suck it, I want your mouth.”

He let out a low chuckle as you took his full length into your mouth. You let out a whine as the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat. Satoru’s head flew back in pleasure as his hand rested comfortably on top of your head. He can sense your greed from the way your tongue moves along his tip. He sighed out a moan and softly pushed your head down further. 

“F-fuck…you’re doing so well.”

He stifles a throaty moan with his free hand and laces his hands in your hair. You were quick to grab his wrist and yank his hand away. You trailed soft kisses up the length of his cock, from base to tip. 

“I wanna hear you, pretty boy. Let me hear you.”

Your voice was soothing and soft it probably could’ve put him to sleep if it weren’t for the current circumstances. He melted at your command and quickly left his hand to the side. You tease his leaking tip with your tongue before putting it all in your mouth again. His mouth goes agape as slutty moans spill out and his hands grip your hair tightly. The way your head is bobbing up and down on his cock has his mind going blank. His cock twitches in your mouth before he quickly shoves your head away.

“I don’t want to cum yet. C’mon get on top, ride what’s yours.”

You swiftly straddle his lap and he pushes your panties to the side. You wrap your arms around him as he slowly pushes you on his hard cock. You let a soft moan and tug at Satoru’s hair. He moans in response and pushes you down deeper.

“Shit…fuck me, c’mon.”

His mouth is hovering over your ear and his voice is low and seductive. You slowly start to rock your hips and grind on his cock. After adjusting to his size you messily start bouncing on his cock. Strings of curses spew out of his mouth and his grip on your waist gets tighter. 

“Like this baby? Mmph…you’re so big.”

The constant praise is making the blood rush to his face. He hides his blushing face in your shoulder and leaves several bite marks. The car windows turn foggy and the only thing illuminating the car is the moonlight. Satoru’s moans can probably be heard from blocks away. His hands are under your sweater groping and squeezing your plush breast. His fingers pull and twist at your nipples as your pace gets messy. 

“Give me your hand…”

His voice is carnal and vibrating in your ear. It makes your clit twitch and your tempo stagger. You untangle your hand from his hair and place your hand in his. He takes two of your fingers and places them in his mouth. He doesn’t break eye contact, he’s just looking at you like a meal waiting to be devoured. He slowly sucks them and swirls his tongue around them. The scene in front of you is so sensual and slow, you’ve never experienced something so intimate before. He slowly pulls your fingers out of his as a saliva trail is the only thing left behind.

“Play with your clit for me. I wanna watch while you bounce on my cock.”

His voice moves like velvet through your body. It’s like he’s talking right to your pussy and she’s answering very loudly. The moment your hand reaches your clit Satoru plunges his cock into you. His thrust gets more violent and his large cock attacks your cervix. Your head dips back in pleasure in the constant assault on your insides. 

He’s starting to unravel like a present. His strokes get messier, sweet liquid spilling everywhere, his moans getting louder and more frequent. His nail prints are embedded on your love handles and your thighs are a wet mess. 

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. C’mon baby you can do it.”

His pleading sends shivers down your spine. You’ve never seen him so desperate before, it was empowering that your pussy brought him down a few notches. His pussy drunk stare is intoxicating to look at. The way he’s looking at you with his eyes half-lidded with nothing but lust in them. There was something about the way he looked at you; it wasn't just lust. It was like you were a necessity to him, he needed you.

“Mmph…baby I’m ‘bouta cum!”

“Cum for me, you’d make me so proud. Cum on my cock princess.”

Satoru replaced your hand with his and traced circles on your clit. With his hand working its magic and his cock peppering kisses on your cervix sends you crazy. The car is rocking very noticeably but you could care less. Your climax crashes onto you like a ton of bricks. Your juices spill all over his thick cock and coat his length in a slippery mess. His warm and sticky ropes decorate your insides, leaving his pants soaked and a wet ring around the base of his cock.

“That’s it, I’m so proud of you baby.”

 He tenderly pulls out and holds you tight to him, taking in the moment. You rest your forehead on his shoulder, you both desperately trying to catch whatever air is left in your lungs. You hear Satoru chuckle slowly while tracing kisses on your neck. 

“What’s so funny? Did my pussy make you delirious or what?” 

He shakes his head and lifts your head softly and turns it towards the window. While swallowed by lust you didn’t notice Satoru rolled the window down. Mahito is staring in awe and anger; he looks like he is about to explode. Satoru’s chuckle turns into a full-blown cackle as he glances at Mahito, sending him that cheeky smile that you love so much. You join Satoru in his joyous laughter before reaching over and rolling up the window.

“At least my plan worked. Let’s do it again but this time with handcuffs.” 

“In my life, I love you more”

summary: Toji has been thinking about marriage lately. Genre: Fluff, angst, Toji x black!stepmom reader, fem reader

cw: nothing fr, Toji is a little sad but it fixes itself, mentions death, there’s cursing, gojo 🤢

word count: 0.9K

A/N: the parasites keep WINNING.

Fiance!Toji who lowkey acts like you’re already married. He and Megumi live with you, you sleep in the same bed, and he feeds your dog. Not to mention, he never corrects anyone when they refer to you as his wife.

Fiancé!Toji who realizes out of the blue he wants to marry you. He’s known you for about 5 years and has been exclusive with you for 4. Megumi and him have been living with you for almost 3 years. Besides, He hates how “girlfriend” or “stepmom” feels on his tongue. 

Fiance!Toji who thinks about how nice your surname sounds. Zenin has never felt comfortable. He cherishes Fushiguro, however, it doesn’t stop him from imagining what it would be like to be referred to as “Mrs.___ Husband”. 

Fiancé!Toji who’s been calling you his wife for the last 6 months. He has a habit of calling you wifey, but it was more of a nickname. At first, you thought it was him fucking with you, but he seems a little too serious about it. 

Fiance!Toji who proposes to you randomly. You and him were watching Paranorman on the couch as Megumi was asleep in your arms when he looks over at you. He about proposing often and since he has no sense of decorum, now seems like a good time. He casually asks “You wanna get married?” You damn near cry and knock his head off. 

Fiance!Toji gets rings for the both of you and takes off his old one. You tell him that he doesn’t have to get rid of his old wedding ring. You won’t be offended if he wants keep it. Toji doesn’t think much of it. He’s always been the type to leave things behind. What’s so different about it now? 

Fiance!Toji whom you gave a thin gold chain necklace with his old ring attached. You put it on him while telling him, “he doesn’t need to abandon everything. He can still keep her close to him.” He thinks about giving it to Megumi when he’s older. 

Fiance!Toji who’s both ecstatic and disappointed you don’t want a big wedding. Fantasies die hard. One of his few good childhood memories was of a Zenin clan wedding. The bride and groom dressed up while music played and everyone gathered around. For a second, it felt like they were an actual family. Although, Toji realizes that neither of you has the luxury of finances or close family to participate. 

Fiance!Toji and you plan to have a small family dinner as your wedding. You’ll go in a white dress while he and Megumi wear three-piece suits. You’ll all eat and then go home as a family. It’s small but sweet.

Fiance!Toji feels nervous about the wedding dinner. He confides in you that he feels like he’s cursed. He has no cursed energy, his first wife died, and he can barely raise his son even now. You comfort him saying “We’ll get through it. That’s what couples are supposed to do.” He doesn’t completely believe you, but it puts him at ease nonetheless. 

Fiance!Toji is pissed when he picks up Megumi from school and learns that the news of your marriage has spread. Megumi barely talks, how the fuck do all his teachers know?

Fiance!Toji finds out that Megumi’s best friend, Yuuji Itadori, snitched. Now he has to deal with not only all of Megumi’s teachers wanting invites to the dinner, but the loud-mouthed kid wanting one as well. 

Fiance!Toji who tells you this and you burst out laughing. The idea of Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru hounding him for an invite to the wedding is comical. He doesn’t get it. In the end, he can’t say no to you when you say, “Let's invite em, it’d be nice to have people celebrate us.” 

Husband!Toji who when the day comes feels conflicted. He thought he would feel more excited and annoyed. However, he feels comfortable, almost happy. He watches as Megumi and Yuuji sit at the table coloring in the kid's menus. Gojo and Suguru are annoying but Nanami, their plus one, keeps them in check. Yuuji’s uncle, father, and his wife have decent conversation with you. The whole thing feels almost homely.

Husband!Toji who leaves with you when the restaurant closes. Y’all were only supposed to stay for an hour but everyone wanted pictures of the happy couple and the unofficial bridesmaids.

Husband!Toji who stays downstairs as you put Megumi to bed since you said you had a surprise for him. You come back down and give him a bouquet of red and white roses. 

Husband!Toji doesn’t expect anything else, but you take him to the backyard of your shared house. You’re both still dressed in your wedding clothes. You say your vows as you grab his hand. You look up at the night sky and thank Megumi’s mother. You hope that you’ll be half the mother and wife she was. You promise to her that no matter what you’ll cherish and keep Toji safe. 

Husband!Toji who for once in his damn life is silent. He has no words, so he does the next best thing and kisses his bride. 

JJK men who LOVE to piss their girl off. 

“I’m not finna tell you one more time, either stop playin’ with me or imma smack the shit outta you” you bite at him. 

“Aw, cmon Ma, forgive me?” He teasingly begs as he drapes himself behind you in a loose back hug.

“Nig-bro, back THE FUCK UP!” You growl as you create distance by pushing your manicured nails into his chest. 

He tries to close the distance again. 

You shove him. Sure, he’s technically stronger than you, but being your ragdoll has always felt better. 

“I KNOW you ain’t fuckin’ deaf. You heard what I said, I’m not playin’ these games with you.” You spit with a glare. 

He raises his white flag for now. 

That is until he walks into your shared bedroom and still sees the scorn etched on your face. Your furrowed brows highlighting your piercing glare. 

The frown showing the plumpness of your lips.

Your rapid breathing that you attempted to even out into something calmer. 

The veins that pop out from your hands and neck, it all leaves him begging you to make good of your promise of fucking him up.

-Toji, suguru, Gojo, sukuna, shiu, toge, mahito 

JJK Men who keeps stealing your bonnets:

“I ain’t Batman but I be robbin’”

Summary: JJK men be stealing bonnets

CW: None fr, some cursing, Yuuji is aged up, could read this as platonic but why would you?

A/N: This is part 1 of this 2 parter. I hope I wrote yuuji well because I love that boy😭.

Yuuji:

He doesn’t steal your bonnets on purpose, it just happens. It started when he came over during a movie night at your house and he found your bonnet lying on the bathroom counter. He’s seen you wear it a couple of time, but he’s never really bothered to ask what its for. 

“Babe?” He yells. 

“What’s up hun?” You ask from your spot on the couch. 

“What does this do?” He asks as he strides back to the living room, holding the bonnet in his right hand with a curious face. 

 “It protects my hair.” You say casually. He still has on his confuzzled face. Maybe a tactile lesson will help him? 

“You wanna try it on?”

“OH HELL YEAH!”

That’s basically how the story goes. Now, he won’t fall asleep without wearing one of your bonnets. You keep telling him to buy his own, but he always refuses.

“I like them because they remind me of you.” 

You find it really hard to say no to that. 

Choso:

You made him wear a bonnet. You love this man dearly, but his hair is way too damn long. The tresses that scatter around his face when he’s sleeping peacefully always seem to infiltrate your side of the bed. You were sick of it, so you bought you and him matching bonnets. He thinks its practical, keeps his hair out of yours and his face. Besides, he’ll do anything to show he’s yours and vice versa, even if its in the privacy of your home. 

Suguru:

Omgggg, this man is a fuckin THEIF. It genuinely happens out of nowhere. One day, he pays little attention to your bonnet. Next? All your bonnets are his bonnets too. You’ve tried buying him his own to solve your problem but he will still steal yours. His excuse? “I like yours better. I want to be closer to you” Creepy ass.