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BYE CAN WE THIRST OVER BIKER TOJI OMG

YES YES WE CANDJASHBD

no but actually tho, i don’t know shit about bikes (got burned by one when i was little, traumatizing) but that just makes it better not the burning part obviously. LIKE what i would give to be his personal bimbo cheerleader. better yet his favorite flag girl that he strives to impress every race.fuck a winning trophy all he needs is some pretty pussy on his dick to rev him up (lol motor vehicle puns ). shoving his gloved fingers into your mouth when he fucks you hard enough to make his trailer shake. god or even better teaching how to sit properly on his prized possession, where to put your feet explaining in detail what every gear or whatever the fuck else is on there does. i don’t care no one cares or can even focus,because even while he’s explaining his hands are shoved under your mini skirt thick fingers rubbing between your ridiculously… soaked lips,making a mess all over the saddle and shining up the leather. might even make make you grind yourself against it even with people walking in and out of the garage oh LORD OH LORDIAJJSND i went too far.

Thinking about non sexual reassurance with Toji <3

It's in the way he holds you, the way your chests synchronize with every breath as you sleep; his arm thrown over your hip and nose pressed to the back of your head as he inhales your vanilla scented shampoo.

The way he insists on cutting up your food for you; not because can't do it yourself, but because it makes him feel needed and in an odd way it heals the hole in his chest that reminds him of the time he's missed with his children.

The way he keeps a hand at the low of your back in public. rubbing soft circles into the skin of your hips as the two of you walk around town, giggling and laughing at pointless things because you're just so happy to be with one another that nothing else matters.

The way he pulls himself from the grasp of sleep at whatever ungodly hour it is in the night to drive to you any fast food restaurant of your choosing because you randomly got hungry while staying up to finish course work. He always hands you his bag of fries and you squeal with excitement every time.

The way he now plays your favorite music anywhere he goes, his own taste slowly gravitating to match your own over the time he's spent with you. He notices himself matching songs to memories he has with you and finds himself smiling in the middle of making dinner or brushing his teeth at the thought.

The way he holds you when the movie you chose was too sad and left you sobbing about how "unfair" the ending was. Toji doesn't roll his eyes or laugh at your sensitivity, rather, he just lets you cry because this past weeks been hard on you and it's not just the movie that's thrown you into a fit of sobs.

The way he orders for you at restaurants when your anxiety spikes, already knowing your usual order, running his hand up and down your arm comfortingly as he tells your server what you'd like for lunch today.

The way he notices when your shoes have come undone after the two of you finish playing around at the park near Toji's house. He bends down and ties them for you with a cute bow before pressing a kiss to your knee when he stands up with a groan.

The way he cups your soft cheeks ion his big hands and just smiles at you, rough scar parting against the plush of his lips, "You're so cute, ya know that?" and you only giggle because of course you know that; he told you today, yesterday, the day before that and he'll deficiently tell you tomorrow.

The way the two of you dance and bounce around Toji's kitchen to your playlist as you make dinner. Toji dances like a baby giraffe learning how to walk you decided. and when you told him, you received the most scary 15 minutes of your life as he chased you around the house.

The way he holds at the soft of your hips when you kiss, not a kiss of lust but one of just need. He runs his hands over the dip of your back as he presses soft pecks to your lips and cheeks because he loves you so much and he wishes he said it more often. You don't worry though because he tells you everyday, whether he knows it or not, through his warm touch and honey-warm kisses that linger on the soft skin of your cheeks and lips.

a series of images that all have absolutely nothing in common and are definitely just random screenshots

Toji with a size kink pls 🥺

- size kink

warnings/tags: size kink, dirty talk, afab reader

a/n: the way i was like literally abt to write for this one day omg i was thinking about it so much lmao

“pl-ease toji,” you plead, tears sliding down your damp cheek while you moved yourself on your husbands cock. the most he could muster was a sloppy grin while he pressed hot kisses to the side of your neck, cock plunging in and out of your sopping wet heat.

you snaked a finger down to circle your bud, squealing from the overwhelming pressure you were feeling. toji pulled away from your body for a moment, eyes steadily watching where the two of you were connected. the grin on his face widened a bit and his pace slowed, cock sliding inside of you leisurely. he watched your face scrunch in pleasure, tongue lolling to the side.

you were so cute.

“look at that,” he grunted, pulling out completely for a moment before shoving his fat cock back inside of you. he couldn’t help but admire the way you suck him back in, tiny hole struggling to fit his entire length inside. still, you were trying your hardest, gripping onto the bedsheets beneath you while your body convulsed.

he loves the way you clench on him. it’s just that- your pussy’s so tiny, but it feels so perfect for him. he loves being bigger than you in all aspects. loves how fat his cock is to the point where he struggles fitting inside of you. loves watching you cry out when he finally bottoms out in your tight hole, fingers instantly pinching your clit to distract you from the burn.

he loves how good he feels inside you. his top kisses your cervix while he fucks himself inside of you, small pants and grunts falling from his own sinful lips. “god,” he cries into your neck, pace still as slow as possible, dragging out your orgasm. “this fucking pussy, baby- creamin’ my cock so fucking good.” his words are so dirty in your ear but they only make you react more, pussy buzzing and gushing on his cock until his base is visibly covered in your juices.

he loves the way he cages you in when he’s on top, large hands gripping onto the fat of your hips while he’s on the verge of spilling. he’s gonna cum. he’s gonna fill your pussy to the brim as much as possible, slow place speeding into a sloppier, but quicker one. he knows you’re gonna cum too, judging by the way you squeeze him just the way he likes it.

you can’t help but scream into his chest while you cum, goosebumps littering your skin while you cover his cock in your cream. more tears and falling from your eyes and he keeps going, cockhead bullying your sweet spot until finally, he’s shooting a load just as big as his cock inside of you.

he’s so big. his cock, his arms, his hands. he loves it. you love it.

size training with sylus

<slyus x fem!reader>

where you’re size training on Sylus’s dick. ❤️

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, big dick!sylus, size training, size kink, dear god sylus and his fat cock, breeding kink, unprotected sex, pet names, dacryphilia, it’s just sylus brain rot ❤️

w/c: 2K

a/n: I’m on Love & Deepspace fic tumblr! 😮 hope I’ll be welcomed nicely here haha. As a peace offering, this is my present to everyone (and especially the Sylus girlies)!

You shift your body slightly, trying to make yourself comfortable, on top of taking slow breaths, your heart fluttering at Sylus's soft voice coaxing you. 

"That's it. Take it slowly, kitten", his voice slow and deep in your ears. But you don't see the way he's shutting his eyes and biting his inner cheek every time you squeeze around him. He's trying to pace his breathing as well, but it feels so fucking good.

You whine softly against his bare chest, his heat radiating off you, his slender fingers stroking your hair slowly, and his other hand drawing soothing circles on your thighs. 

You don’t remember how it started, but your thoughts start to drift, recalling the times your mind would float whenever Sylus had his lips on yours with you straddling on his thick thighs. He would devour you, painfully slowly because he knows that’s what riles you up, and he definitely enjoys listening to your whimpers, your non-verbal pleas for him to do more to you. He’d make sure your lips are wet and messy once he’s done with you, his touches teasing and light against your skin. Sylus secretly wants you to beg for it, because he knows that he’d give in to you in a heartbeat. His fingers would cup yours that were on his chest, and the look he would give you reset all the butterflies in your stomach. You would feel his thick erection, hidden under the thin silk black bathrobe he’d always wear against your clothed pussy, and dear god, he’s so fucking big. But before you could ask, Sylus would trail his fingers to tease your wet clit and pussy, soaking in your adorable reactions he swears is enough to get him off, erasing the question of wanting him to fuck you off your brain when the pleasure from his fingers tingles through your body. 

Sylus doesn’t pride himself as a generous being, but he thinks he’s always generous enough for you. He realises he enjoys having his face in between your legs, making you squirm, listening to you sob when he overstimulates you with his tongue, making sure his tongue presses and grazes fully on your clit while he listens to you fall apart, his crimson eyes locked onto you while he holds you down to take whatever he’s giving you. 

He’s good at distracting you like that whenever you want to bring up the question of fucking. 

This time though? Through your wet lashes from the overstimulation and hazy thoughts, all you were craving for was just to be fucked stupid by Sylus. Your hand reached out and pushed against his head. Sylus pulled back slightly, confused for a moment. 

“What is it, sweetie?” He paused, his hands trailing up and down your thighs. 

Your mind slowly clears, but your pussy is still pulsing from him tongue fucking you.

“Need you to fuck me, Sylus. Please. I don’t think I can take it any longer.”

Sylus is momentarily taken aback by your demand, but he realises he can’t keep holding it off, mostly because there’s only so much longer he’s able to hold back, especially when you’re begging for him like that. 

“I don’t think-“

“I can take it”, you muttered stubbornly, yanking your partner towards you. You shift yourself above him, straddling his thighs, just shy of his appendage. 

As much as your determination is endearing, Sylus knows your comfort should come first. And he knows very well that his cock isn’t gonna fit into you in one go, so he decides to let you gauge it for yourself—putting your hands into the string of his robe, gesturing you to loosen it. 

And you do, your gaze flickering from his cool expression to his silk robe sliding off his body when you untie the string. 

You swallow hard when his cock comes into view—thick, long and heavy, the tip red with a wet sheen of precum. Yeah, that’s definitely not gonna fit in you in one go. You and him solely being just wet enough wasn’t going to cut it. 

Nonetheless, you’re still determined. Your eyes meet his gaze and an idea pops into his head. 

He intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Tell you what, sweetie. I’ll fit into you slowly. Doesn’t matter how much you can take, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable when you’re doing so.”

“But-“

He presses his lips on the back of your hand. 

“I’ll be fine. You trust me, right?”

You nod, watching the way his eyes soften before you. 

So there you are, lying on your side, facing Sylus, your cunt trying to adjust to his cock as he stretches you open. It’s been a couple of days since you’ve been size training with your partner. It started off with getting his cockhead in, and that was already making you hitch your breath. Then inch by inch he sinks into you from then. He’d let you cock warm him like that and it never failed to leave you so full one session after the next. 

It’d been seven days, and you barely pushed through three-quarters of his girth. Initially, Sylus still could tease you while you tried to take his cock, but as he sunk deeper into you after each session, it started getting harder for him to maintain his composure—every twitch, every squeeze—had him digging his fingers into his palm, clenching against his silk pillow and breathing a little harder. 

He huffs once more when he feels you clench around his cock. 

“If you’re gonna keep clenching around me like that, Kitten, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it.”

You glance up, watching the way Sylus’s platinum hair becoming a tousled mess against the pillow. His crimson eyes cast to meet yours, his lips pulled into a slight frown. 

“I can’t help it”, you reply, suddenly feeling self-conscious. 

You hear Sylus hiss slightly once more when he twitches inside you. 

“Do you think you could fit another inch in?” It almost comes off as a beg. 

You inhale shakily, shifting yourself further downwards, taking another inch of his cock. The both of you gasp at the sensation. 

You freeze at the thickness. How far down are you already?

“You’re almost all the way in, Kitten”, Sylus whispers, almost as if he heard your thoughts. His breathing is growing heavier by the second, and he’s forcing himself to hold back from just thrusting the remainder of his cock in. It’s dangling over him like his favourite prey. 

His thumb strokes against yours, trying to distract you from the pressure on top of pressing your forehead with kisses, singing you soft praises.

Your mind is gradually turning more hazy with Sylus’s cock taking up the majority of your thoughts, on top of his body soap that’s been creeping into your olfactory senses. The more Sylus inches his cock into you, the more he’s pressing onto your g-spot, and the more it’s starting to make you see stars whenever you blink. You’re growing so sensitive that you’re feeling every throb Sylus’s cock is giving you. 

Your hand is on his arm, trying to ground yourself from the slight soreness. Another strained whimper when Sylus pushes him deeper into your pussy. Slick leaks from your pussy and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Sylus. 

Another kiss to your temple, another circle drawing session on your thigh.

“Do you want me to go all the way in?” 

Your toes curl.

“I can take it.”

So Sylus inches his cock right to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you. 

Tears are prickling at the corner of your eyes, but oh god you do feel so good. 

“How are you feeling, sweetie?”

You hiccup softly. “So full.”

He chuckles. “Such a good girl.” The vibrations of his light laughter only press his tip further onto your g-spot, and it’s making your thighs shake from the impending orgasm. 

“D-don’t move so much, Sylus. You’re gonna make me—“ you try to bury your head into his chest but he stops you with his fingers in your chin. 

“Make you what?” 

He intentionally shifts, and his cockhead hits your sensitive spots again, sending fireworks into your eyelids, and a strained moan. Sylus seems to enjoy your reactions, because then he flips you to your back, his large frame looming over you, forcing you to look up at him with your legs folded, and still with his cock in you. 

Oh no. 

Sylus looks down at you with the faintest glint of softness in his eyes before it completely disappears, now just hunger seeping through the red. 

“Sylus!-“ you gasp, his fullness penetrating into you again, this time easily, considering the wet and sopping mess you’ve made around his cock. 

He only hums in reply, then pulling out slightly before he pushes into you again. He’s found your sweet spots, and he’s not letting it go that easily. 

The knot in your stomach pulls tight, and it’s making you tear up in sheer pleasure. You’re barely able to meet Sylus’s eyes, not when he’s fucking into you and has your head thrown back while you’re fighting to keep your eyelids open. 

It builds and builds. Sylus probably realises it from how much you’re just pulsing on his cock. His thumb rests at the corner of your lips and you let him slip in, your glazed out eyes meeting his. It makes his heart flutter when you’re completely undone like this for him, but he’ll never admit it, at least, not yet. 

“Gonna cum. Fuck, it’s so much, Sylus-“ you whimper before your mind completely melts away. 

“Release all you want on me, sweetie. That’s my good girl.”

That’s enough to send you over the edge—your orgasm hitting you like waves, tingling through your body like electricity, the pleasure eating you up over and over again. Sylus watches affectionately while you fall apart on his cock—the way you’re writhing and squirming, the way his name leaves your lips after every moan, the way your pussy creams so much on his cock. He thinks he’s doomed because he never gonna get enough. 

“Looks like a little kitten made a mess”, Sylus teases. He watches the way cream pools at the base of his cock when he pulls out slightly, only to thrust back into you again. His eyes flutter shut at the tight warmth eating him up, groans replacing his words. 

“Now, can I make a mess in you?” 

Your watery eyes meet his, and he’s equally about to lose all composure. You cup his cheeks, taking him by surprise, before giving him a quick peck on the corner of his lips, and then you nod. Said corner of his lips lift in satisfaction at your approval.

He’s just ready to ruin you. 

His strokes become more heavy, the overstimulation shutting your brain off. Nothing but pleasure is surging through your nerves now. You’re even holding up your legs so Sylus can fuck you deeper. 

“Now be a good girl and take all of it”, he mutters huskily, burying his face against the crook of your neck, his eyes snapped shut and his eyebrows furrowed. 

Despite the fact that you don’t get to see the way Sylus’s face contorts in pleasure when his orgasm hits him, his groans right in your ears serve you satisfied for now while thick white spurts into your abused pussy, filling you up all the way, some seeping past your plugged hole. 

You don’t realise how much you’ve clawed down Sylus’s back while he was emptying himself into you. 

Well, he doesn’t need to know anyway. 

Sylus stays above you for a moment, the both of you catching your breaths. He still has the energy to plant more bites on your neck while you stroke his hair. 

He pulls back to look at your face properly, and all you can think of is how fucking good he looks post-fuck—messy, sweaty, and so fucking delicious-looking. His fingers brush away your strands of hair, and his thumb caresses your bottom lip. 

“You’re truly gonna be the death of me, sweetie.”

You Deserve Roses and You Know This

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: Smut & Angst Notes: Based on a very sad dream I had! Also this is part of @izuukii's flowers collab. Sorry it's so late, but thank you for letting me participate! 💕 Warnings: 18+, dubcon, vaginal sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), nipple play, dacryphilia, pregnancy, abortion ideation, miscarriage, depression, adultery, breeding, creampie, smoking mention. Words: 4.1k

“Is it true? Did talking to Megumi make you cry today?” Toji asks you, peeling down your bra strap before sensually decorating your exposed shoulder in delicate kisses.

He didn’t notice, but as soon as the question left his tongue you had instinctively become dead behind the eyes. It was true. You’re an adult, and yet you were brought to tears by his seven-year-old son. It wasn’t that he said anything callous, quite the opposite, really. Earlier that day, Megumi had been sitting playing in your front room. You were babysitting, as you often did, while Toji and his wife were working. Your eyes hold shut as you remember his wife; his beautiful and kind wife while he continues littering your skin in adoration. You shouldn’t be doing this, but you can’t stop now.

Green sparkling eyes looked up from innocent children’s toys to pose you a question – “Why do you hate me?” he asked, genuinely. It was like a knife through your chest. You didn’t hate him. You could never hate him, Toji being partly responsible for his existence is enough reason to adore him with everything you have.

You just wish he was yours.

Toji is patient when he gets his time with you. It’s rare, after all, and he wants to make the most of it. Two large palms settle on your breasts, the straps are down but your bra is still firmly in place. He massages your flesh over the material, lips traversing the expanse of your body until he reaches your pulse point. He licks, slowly, hot eager breath contrasting your own temperature and making you shudder. This, he notices, pulling your back even closer into his chest. His left hand slowly yet forcefully moves up and down your adjacent arm, desperate to dispel the goosebumps that have formed on your skin. He suckles and licks on your ear lobe before nibbling it softly between his teeth. His breathing changes, his mouth level with your ear, he’s going to speak.

“Baby… what were you talking about?” he sighs, an even more chill inducing breath warms the shell of your ear. He pecks against it, the sound of tactile lips puckering slithers directly through your ear canal. You moan, unintentionally, and back further into your temporary lover. He holds your breasts once more; stabilising you, if only a little, as you begin to grind your core against his crotch.

“I- I can’t, Toji—”

Your attention is fixated on him as his hand encases half of your face and turns you to face him. But you both find yourselves closing your eyes as he places a kiss against your lips. It’s slow, yet heated, and you feel him smile into you when he hears you moan into his mouth pathetically. You’re well and truly at his mercy, though you aren’t embarrassed. How else should one act and behave around the love of their life?

“You can and you will,” he explains, biting your lip as he parts from the kiss. A singular string of saliva keeps you connected for a second before snapping. “you can’t have secrets with my son darlin’, you just can’t. So tell me, what were you talkin’ to him about?”

You gulp, nerves overcoming you like never before. Your eyes flutter shut yet again as he diverts his attention from your eyes to your body. The skin behind your ear is the next subject of his eroticism. And yet, he has the gall to chastise you for enjoying it. With one more repetition of tell me you realise you can’t stall anymore. Out of options. And you can’t lie.

“R-Rocco, ah—!”

“How does Megumi know about Rocco?”

“I- I told… him…”

He hikes your leg up so that you’re sitting on his lap like a little girl. The kissing has stopped and the touches have halted. Toji isn’t patient except with you. He’s never looked as furious as he does now, with you. Brows scrunched and the glimmer in his eye you love so much has ceased to exist. His scar looks as raw as it did the day he got it. A non-existent armour made you believe he wouldn’t mind you talking to his son about such a sensitive subject matter, but apparently it is not to be discussed under any terms.

“Don’t you ever talk to my son about Rocco again. D’ya hear me? Never.” he forbids, his eyes seem to soften ever so slightly when he spots that you can’t prevent the way your lip begins to wobble. “If you really wanna talk about Rocco, talk to me. Yeah? No one else, just me.”

“Y-You don’t let me—” you start, your thought isn’t completed. Thoughts are rattled from your mind as he begins manoeuvring you so that your back is flat against the mattress, jade green eyes boring into your very soul as he hovers above you. His arms dip behind your back, finally unhooking your bra and baring your chest to him.

Beautiful, he thinks.

“I’m letting you now.” he explains, his head resting on your chest, looking up with intent behind his salacious stare. He latches onto one of your protruding nipples, taking it between his cracked lips. He sucks and pecks, and it’s almost lazy, but you know it’s with purpose. It’s driving you wild, you can’t help but wriggle helplessly beneath him, desperate to gain some relief on your eager heat.

He pins one of your legs down, stopping you from continuing your movements. It’s torture, you think, he’s expecting you to broach such a heavy subject matter while you’re so desperate for his touch.

“C’mon sweetheart… talk about Rocco,” he commands. You can’t. Tears stream down your face as you do your best to experience Toji whilst thinking back to the past. Your mind spins and you feel as if you can’t breathe. He releases your nipple with an accentuated pop as he smirks up at you. “I remember how scared you were to tell me… when you realised—”

“Fuck, Toji.” you croon, a mischievous finger slithered down your abdomen down the length of your clothed slit. Feather light touches against your clit and your entrance forced your hips to buck upwards carelessly. He snickered, repeating the action again and again. “I- I remember.” you stutter.

You’d only been dating for thirteen weeks. He was yours before his wife entered the fray, before you had to battle for his time and attention. Nerves got the better of you, the thought of admitting to yourself what you already knew made you nauseous beyond any description.

Your period was late.

It was something you didn’t want to acknowledge, let alone inform Toji of. It had been so little time since you began dating. You thought he’d leave you, run away and never look back. So, there was only one thing for it. An abortion. You couldn’t keep the baby if you wanted to keep him. It was your only option. You were stressed, manic, exhausted. But at least you’d have Toji – that was all you cared about.

“You were so scared to tell me, weren’t ya?” he asks, hooking a finger beneath your panties before settling it in your inner thigh crease. He plunges a finger inside of you, chuckling when more obscenities fly from your mouth as your head falls backwards into the plush pillows. One of your hand grips the sheets below, whilst your other almost tears his hair from the roots. So little attention, and yet such a big reaction from you. “Thought so little of me, baby, ‘m sorry.” he finishes, adding a second finger to your scorching heat. It's almost as if the air in your lungs has frozen, weighing you down. It’s preventing you from speaking. From breathing. Even thinking.

It was confirmed when you finally took the plunge and decided to do a pregnancy test. Big, black, bold text told you the answer and where your future was heading. Motherhood, for certain. But you knew you had to take care of it before Toji became suspicious. It was something you didn’t even want him to know you were going through. Everything with him was perfect, it wasn’t something you wanted to ruin over something you believed could be easily taken care of.

So… why were you crying every day?

That’s what he asked you. You hadn’t been yourself, and that is what gave you away. Jokes he told that you found funny didn’t seem so funny anymore. The way he traced his fingers up and down your arms made you defensive, and paranoid. You didn’t want him to touch you in case he somehow sensed it in his fingertips. If he felt you he might just know that you’re carrying his child and he’ll skip out on you.

It all came to a head one day after you finished throwing up. You couldn’t keep your cries silent. Your body was betraying you, you felt hurt in ways you never had before and it was becoming impossible to keep it all to yourself. You didn’t dare tell a soul for fear of Toji finding out through the grapevine. But enough was enough, he thought.

“You need to tell me what’s going on with you.” he told you, but you shook your head.

“I can’t Toji, please. Trust me, I can’t.” you explained, “It’s fine… I will ruin everything if I tell you so… so I’m… I’m taking care of it—”

“Cut that shit out right now. This has been going on a fuckin’ while and I can’t stand to see you like this,” he responded, moving his head as you moved yours. You were trying to avoid his piercing glare, but he wouldn’t let you. He couldn’t. He’d never of forgiven himself if you carried on like that, unable to share your woes, and did something you might regret. “Trust me, I’m beggin’ you to trust me, baby.”

He forced you to sit down, and face him. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs and kept all of his attention focused on you as he watched you calm yourself down. Tear filled breaths that clogged your lungs fizzled into shaky exhales the longer you held eye contact with Toji. He wasn’t going anywhere, for now. If you explain you can tell him your plans. Maybe he’d support you if he knew you planned on freeing you both of the burden of parenthood, you hoped.

“I… I’m, uh—”

“Yeah? C’mon sweetheart, doin’ so good f’me just use your words.” he spoke, doing his best to tempt the truth out of you. With one final swallow of terror and closing your eyes for a moment to think, you finally found the courage to confess.

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out quickly. “but it’s okay I’m gonna get rid of it. Okay?” you fumbled out words quicker than you could think. You just wanted him to know that there was no way you’d be keeping the baby. He was what you needed, not a kid. “Please, I promise I’m going to get rid of it, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. D-Don’t leave me, p-please. You are more important to me than a baby, I just want you. I—”

Your rambling was stifled as Toji pressed a finger to your lips. He kissed you on your forehead, a warm smile filled his features. Instantly, you were relived. It meant that your idea of an abortion was enough to convince him to stand by you. There was no reason to worry yourself sick like that, he was going to support you through it all.

“You don’t have to get rid of our baby,” he smiled.

“W-What?”

“In fact, I don’t want you to do that at all.” he warmly spoke, pulling your body into his and forcing his head between the valley of your breasts. It wasn’t sexual, it was just a comfort to him to hear your heartbeat. “Maybe… we could start our own little family, huh?”

Tears roll down your eyes as you reminisce on it all whilst Toji adds his flat tongue to the equation of his fingers in your cunt. It’s all so romantic and wonderful and intense. You don’t think you’ve ever been happier than you were in that moment. The moment you knew he really would stand by you through anything at all. And despite your assumption, he was excited to become a father. He was excited to have a baby with you.

“I love you, Toji.” you speak, softly, unsure if it was even loud enough for him to hear. Oh, but he did. He doesn’t want to stop lapping at your swollen clit, knowing it’s exactly where you need the most attention right now. But a particularly harsh suckle and pop of the bead is a silent acknowledgement, he promises he heard you. “Gonna… gonna cum. T-Toji—”

“No no, baby, not yet,” he instructs. He removes his fingers from your hole, delicately rubbing them over your sensitive bundle of nerves instead. It’s slow and tormenting, but he doesn’t want you to cum like this. “I was so happy when we found out we were havin’ a little boy, y’know? So damn happy princess.”

You remember it well. Your emotions were running high and you had the ability to blame your hormones when you discovered the gender of your unborn child. But you couldn’t quite believe it when you looked over to see Toji’s eyes, eyes that are normally so strict and stern, glossy with tears on his lash line. He couldn’t help it, he claimed.

“Look what we made.” he pointed, the scan revealing perfectly what a handsome little boy you’d made together.

And later that day, he took you shopping. Money was no object. That is what you both decided. Neither of you could believe how much stuff you ended up buying. Paints for the nursery. A crib. Other necessary pieces of furniture. Toys. Clothes. Everything you thought you needed, you bought. You were both first time parents and completely clueless. So, if a shop assistant recommended it, you bought it.

You spent so much time together painting the walls of your baby’s new room. Toji was very irritable when you kept asking what to do and how to help. The paint wasn't going on as nicely as he hoped and his temper flared, it was extremely evident in his face. What do you do when you see an angry bear? Poke it with a stick. Or in this case, flick paint from the end of your brush at him. When he noticed what you had done and he turned to face you, you swear you could read murder on his mind. But when you began to laugh, he couldn’t help the laugh that snuck out of him.

There was more paint on the two of you than on the walls by the end of it.

“That was the day we decided to call him Rocco…” Toji mused.

He began to kiss up towards your naval and back to your neck. Your fingers laced through his hair as you begged for him to deliver the same salvation he was offering your body to your lips as well. He complied, slow patience had dwindled as your tongues found each other. It was wet, heated, sloppy. You felt yourself drooling out of the corners of your mouth, Toji Fushiguro is just so intoxicating. A drug you can’t quit though you know you should.

He’s all you have.

He doesn’t break the kiss from you, though his hand eventually meets his heavy, wanting cock. He guides it to your desperate entrance, lining it up perfectly before slotting himself inside. His hips roll, bullying his cock into you inch by agonising inch until your lip begins to quiver. He hushes you, though.

You both know you want it.

“I’m s-so – fuck – I’m so sorry, baby. I am so—”

“P-Please, pleaaaase stop.” you beg. He doesn’t. You are the one who wanted to talk about it. So desperate to talk about it that you went to a seven-year-old boy to discuss it. His son. “N-No more, I can’t—”

“It was the worst day of my life, too, I promise you that darlin’.” he mumbles in your ear. The thrum of his words rushes straight to your cunt, and you clench so hard around his cock you think he might have to stay there forever.

You don’t think you’ve ever been as embarrassed as you were when you came home from the hospital. Your pristine white maxi dressed, stained in bright red blood by your crotch. The atmosphere in your house was foul. Two solemn adults who had lost everything in a few menial hours. Hollowness filled you, not a single emotion ran through you until you heard Toji a few rooms away. You sat on the sofa, turned on the TV and pretended it wasn’t happening. But you could hear Toji loud and clear.

He was in the nursery.

That was the first and only time you’ve ever heard him cry. A loud thud vibrated through you and you knew he had collapsed to the ground. Melancholy overtook him as his new reality was setting in. Your little boy was no more. No fault of your own, apparently, everyone made sure to repeat that enough times for it to really take root in the depths of your brain.

It didn’t help at all.

You couldn’t bring yourself to check on Toji. That would mean going into Rocco’s room and facing the truth yourself. So, you waited. You waited hours for him to finally come out. He came to see you, resting on the balls of his feet in front of the sofa where you sat. Fresh tears replaced old ones as he noticed the drying blood on your dress.

“H-How about a bath, huh?” he suggested.

You don’t remember saying yes, or nodding. But somehow, you found yourself naked and submerged in a bubble bath. It was like you had left your own body as he did his best to clean you. You could hear him sniffling. He was desperate to talk about it with you, all he wanted was for you to help each other cope. But you couldn’t. So, he did his best to lock it away too.

It was as if you had returned to yourself when Toji took a break from washing your hair to wipe more tears from his eyes. A soft mumbling of ‘Oh, Godddddd…’ trailed from his lips as he tried to pull himself together. And finally, your lip began to jut out helplessly. Your eyes scrunched, and the tears began to flow. You were staring at your bloody dress, and listening to him try and hold it together. It was all equating to too much.

It was real, now.

“Our… baby—” you cut yourself off with a wail, Toji pulled you into his hold and sobbed into your sodden locks.

He hissed with each thrust inside of your gummy walls. A perfect home for him in the form of your bodies fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces. He doesn’t feel like this with his wife, only you. He couldn’t stay away, he’d never be able to do that.

He loves you.

He loves you.

Fuck, he loves you.

“’m not good enough… I’ve never been—”

“Stop it, baby. You are enough, I promise.” he tells you through gritted teeth. It’s getting harder and harder to have a normal conversation while he is fucking you so intimately. Every ounce of his love poured into every devastating thrust.

He loves you.

“Wasn’t good enough for you, or our- our baby.”

“Stop it darlin’. Please stop. I- I need—”

“I can’t live like this-!” you cry out. His hand covers your mouth entirely as his mind tries to process what he needs to say to you. Christ. What does he need to say to you? Everything and nothing all at once. He thinks he should start with I love you. But is he prepared to open that can of worms?

“I need… you. I’m gonna leave her, yeah? My wife. Let’s… try again. Me and you, hah? I won’t pull out this time, let me… let me—”

“Tojiiiii—”

“You’re good enough, baby, more than good enough. I’ll cum inside and we can try again. I need to, I need to.”

Your tears stream endlessly but silently. Is this really what you want? Do you want him to break up his family to satiate your unfulfilled desires? It doesn’t matter. You find yourself nodding anyway. Perhaps it will dull the ache inside of you. It could be the plaster to cover to puncture wound in your aching heart; it’s been bleeding since that day.

Toes begin to curl as he continuously batters the spongy centre that spells your eventual undoing with his fat cock head. He isn’t doing much better. Nobody and nothing will compare to the rush and the high he feels as when your precious cunt swallows him again and again.

“Gonna- cum, with me. Please, baby. Cum with me now.” Toji pants.

Your lips are on his again, both of you focusing on your impending climaxes. The way you break away to moan momentarily before smothering each other in kisses yet again is such a lewd, romantic, high that you can’t get enough of. He pounds you perfectly and it’s an arrangement neither of you have been able to let go of after all of these years.

“Oh God, I’m cumming- cumming baby…” he alerts you. You’re practically choking on your own orgasm as it swims through you. Nails dig into his back as you try and hold onto the feeling for as long as you can. He fills you with his warmth, heaving like a desperate animal while he breeds you to the brim.

What have you done?

Time wasn’t a healer for either of you. The days got harder and harder and you couldn’t even stomach looking at him. Each time you looked at him, you saw what could have been. What should have been. The father of your son. The man who was going to teach him everything he knew and help your little boy cause all kinds of mischief for you.

The man you thought could keep you both safe.

That’s how he found himself married to a woman he would never love as much as he loved you. There was a drift, it was aggressive and painful, yet necessary. But you found yourself brought back together a few years after Megumi was born. You were practically an aunt to his son. A second mother, even. A sordid little secret.

You don’t hate Megumi, you just wish he was yours.

The pair of you got changed after he had his post fuck cigarette, knowing you couldn’t risk dallying for fear of being caught. You didn’t doubt for a minute that if you called him in a few weeks and told him you were carrying his child, he’d kidnap Megumi and run away with you to start your new family life together. And you would love that, you’d love him. You’d love it all.

But, it isn’t right. Is it?

He grabs his car keys, readying himself to drive you home to be alone with your dark thoughts. Before you step outside, though, something plagues your mind. A question that you simply must know the answer to. He looks scared, honestly. The way you’re facing him and eyeing him up as the same words twist and circle through your mind. A heavy hand rests on your waist, the other on your cheek. He’s scared, it’s obvious, but he’s still encouraging you to talk.

“Do you ever think about Rocco?” you ask him, genuinely curious. Toji has never felt the need to bring him up, this is the first you’ve discussed him in years. It kills you to think that Toji has managed to shut out thoughts of his unborn son while you are plagued with them each and every waking moment of your pointless life.

And there it is. That warm, kind smile, that is the Toji you know and love.

“All of the time.”

Four simple words have you breaking down like you did that day in the bathtub. Your head is pulled into his chest as he holds you close and tightly, allowing you to bawl every emotion onto him. You can’t control yourself and you don’t want to stop. It’s fine, he thinks. It’s clear that you need it. At least you know something today that you didn’t know yesterday. One piece of information that might take some of the burden off your own shoulders.

At least you know you aren’t alone.

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Toji's Valentines Gift

T. Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Chocolates are outdated so you always try to give Toji a unique gift for Valentine's Day. Shopping for him is hard, so you ask and he tells you what he desires. A video.

WARNINGS: NSFW!Smut, Vaginal Sex, Masturbation, Oral Sex (M. Receiving), Filming, Back Scratching, Bit of Biting, Pulling Hair, Face Fucking, Cream Pie

*almost two weeks late but better late than never

You always have a hard time trying to figure out what to get your husband for Valentine’s Day. Although he assures you he doesn’t need anything because the holiday isn’t one of utmost importance, he always gets you a gift of some sort. So you always pester him.

He dreads New Years because he knows for a month straight he’ll have to hear you ask him over and over again what he wants for Valentines. He always says nothing, hoping that would be a good enough answer, but it never is. So on January first, when you asked, he gave you an answer.

“I want to make a video.” He responds, fighting back a smirk. There’s no way you’d agree to it, he knows you like the palm of his hand– Your answer will be no and then you won’t ask about a gift again.

“A video?” You question, hoping it’s your dirty mind playing tricks on you. “What kind of video?”

“You know the type of video I mean. One where my dick is in your pretty mouth.” He responds. Now he waits for you to answer. You blink, a bit surprised at what he wants. You gulp and think about it for a minute or so. You sigh before giving him a shy nod, making him raise his eyebrow. “What’s that, doll?”

“Yes.” You answer. “If that’s what you want.”

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February 14th comes around and you’re dressed in red lingerie, kneeling on your bed as you watch your husband set up the camera. You take deep breaths, a bit nervous about this whole thing. He assured you that this would be for the two of you only– No one else but you and him could watch the video.

Once everything is set up, he walks over to you and grabs your hand and makes you feel the tent that’s in his boxers. It’s already recording. You look up at him as your fingers play with the waistband of his boxers. One hand goes under your chin and his thumb presses against your bottom lip. “Now or never sweetheart.”

Your mouth parts and he inserts his thumb, it goes as far back as it cans, making you gag. A taunting grin forms on his face. “If you can’t handle my thumb, how are you going to handle my cock?”

You continue looking up at him with doe-eyes, until he finally takes out his thumb. You pull down his boxers, letting his cock free. Your hand is quick to wrap around his shaft, giving it a couple strokes.

He wants you to give him more than that. He isn’t patient enough to wait for you to finally wrap your pretty mouth around his cock. His whimpers were a clear sign of desperation, which nearly made you smirk. The more he whimpers, the more your ego is fueled so you will take your time stroking his cock.

He becomes impatient so he grabs the back of your head and forces you to take his cock. You gag as you take all of him inside your mouth which is too much for you to handle. Tears form around your eyes, ruining your mascara. Drool falls to your chin, while he holds your head still.

“What? Can’t handle it?” He says. He finally lets go and you take a breath before your tongue starts at the base of his shaft and goes up to the tip, where you roll your tongue around a  couple of times. You hollow your cheeks and put his cock in your mouth once again.

You begin to bob your head, setting a pace that’s perfect. His hand reaches over the bed, and then you catch a bright light over your head. He wants to catch every angle, whether it’d be with a professional camera or with his phone. You look up at the camera, taking his cock of your mouth and smiling.

“Look at my cute little star.” He comments, as your hand jerks his dick. “You gonna take all of daddy’s cum?”

“Yes, daddy.” You respond before wrapping your mouth around his cock again, your hand going up to stroke the parts that won’t fit in your mouth. You look confidently at his phone camera while you continue doing your job. By the way he whimpers you can tell you’re doing a great job.

Your free hand moves down and pushes your panties to the side to move two fingers up and down your cunt. He notices it, making him say, “Is sucking me off turning you on, baby?”

You don’t respond- Well can’t since your mouth is full, but his response is clear when you continue enthusiastically bobbing your head. You wet your fingers enough with your own slick before inserting them into your cunt. So little compared to Toji’s fingers. Nothing compared to his cock.

Your fingers and your head bobbing match up in speed. Your hand stops stroking Toji’s shaft and moves to massage his balls. He’s tempted to thrust his hips, wanting to choke you and watch as his balls smack against your skin but he decides that he has already made your throat suffer enough.

The job you’re doing is more than good enough. The way you moan around his cock because of your tiny fingers makes him think about how you’ll react to his cock. It’s always the same reaction though, but it never gets old. “You enjoying yourself, little star?”

“Fuck, you got such a perfect mouth.” He grunts, so close to moving his hips. He holds back, and lets you continue sucking him off at your own pace. But you’re too focused on fingering yourself, and Toji thinks he has to help you out. He removes your hand from his balls. “Let me help you out, star.”

So he begins to move his hips, his whole cock back into your mouth. He moves in and out slowly so it won’t be as bad. His balls slap against your chin as you look up at him, his phone camera getting in the way. You continue to moan around his cock, as your fingers brush right along your sweet spot.

He throws his head back, letting moans out as he enjoys your pretty mouth. Your other hand goes down to massage your clit. Your orgasm is quick to build up, and releases coincidentally at the same time his cum hits the back of your throat.

He pulls his cock out and stops filming with his phone. You swipe your thumb over your chin since saliva covered your chin. He puts his phone back on the side of the bed, and turns his complete attention towards you.

He reaches behind and unclasps your bra, sliding it off before bending down and latching his mouth around your nipple while his hand plays and pinches the other. Breathy moans escape your lips as he does this. He switches to the other and does the same thing.

When he gets bored he separates himself and pushes you down onto the bed. He completely takes off your panties and spreads your legs before grabbing the camera. He separates your folds and admires your pussy while also showing the camera. “You have the prettiest little cunt, baby. Show them.”

A sudden shyness comes over you and you close your legs. Toji laughs in response before spreading them. “Why so shy now, baby? No one is going to see this, remember. Now show me your sweet pussy so I can jack off to it later.”

“Okay…” You don’t try to fight it and show it to him. He shows it off a bit more before putting the camera back to the spot he set in the beginning.

“I’m gonna pump you full of my cum now.” He says as he walks over to you. He flips you over and forces you to arch. He grabs his cock and presses the tip over your clit before teasing your entrance.

You shake your ass in response to his constant teasing. He smacks your ass before fully inserting his cock into you. He gives you a couple of seconds to adjust before slowly moving. Soft moans escape your lips as he gently and slowly moves.

You shut your eyes, your mouth parting while he picks up speed. But your moans don’t get louder, so he smacks your ass. “Fuck, baby, you have to be louder. Remember you’re trying to become a star.”

“Toji!” You practically yell as he pounds harder into you. He grabs his phone again, to film from a different angle. He begins to pull your hair and you slightly turn your head to get somewhat of a look at the camera. He smirks as he sees your pretty face through the phone screen.

After a few more seconds of taping you with his phone, he puts it down. He lets go of your hair and your head falls back on the bed. “You’re such a little slut, I bet you love getting filmed.”

“Fuck-” You moan, your hand reaching to play with your clit. Toji groans as your walls begin to squeeze around him. He continues speaking, telling you the nasty things you like to hear.

“Your tight little cunt was just made for me, isn’t that right baby?” He says. “We’re taking this video just so everyone knows whose pussy this is, ain’t that right?”

“Toji!” Your brain can’t process his words, you’re only focused on the cock that is filling you up. He moves just at the right pace, and you know that you’re going to be finishing soon enough. A ring of cream forms around his cock, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love that picture.

“Answer me, baby. This is for everyone to know who you belong to, right?” Toji insists that you give him an answer, and you barely can process his words. “Show everyone how you take my cock so well.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You respond loudly. You continue squeezing around him as your orgasm approaches. You get louder and louder with each of his thrusts. Until you finally release, your eyes shutting. “Toji-”

He takes his cock out and flips you over. He smirks at your expression, one he always enjoys seeing. He then picks you up, and like instinct your legs wrap around his waist, your hands go behind his back and gently hold on. He’s able to hold you with one arm while he lines his cock up with your entrance.

The fact that he’s carrying you doesn’t stop him from teasing you. His cock moves up and down your slit until he finally decides to plunge himself into you. Both arms carry you now since he can’t risk having you fall.

His cock hits the right spot over and over again in this position. His tip kisses your cervix, causing you to practically scream each time. He has a sadistic smirk on his lips. Your nails dig into his back, and he can’t help but say, “Yes, baby, show them who I belong to.”

Your nails on his back hurt but he loves the feeling. He’s chasing his release this time so he goes at the speed he likes, although he doesn’t mind giving you another orgasm.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, his cock just hitting your sweet spot. You bite his shoulder while your nails drag on his back, marking him up so he isn’t able to walk around shirtless in front of other people.

Your juices are all over his cock, and while neither of you can see because of the position, you hear it with his every move. He goes back to holding you with one arm so his other can move to rub on your clit.

“Right there!” You mindlessly moan as his thumb massages your clit just right. “Fuck Toji, just right.”

He stops moving but continues to play with your clit. So you take the responsibility to bounce on his cock while his thumb works you up. It’s not as easy, you realize but you do your job. It’s slow as you move but his cock is still hitting the right spot.

You move your hips until your orgasm approaches and you come around his cock again. He stops massaging your clit as your head tilts back, your lips parted as you come around him again. He moves on his own again, much faster than you.

Your nails continue to dig into his skin as he moves. He’s much louder as he moves though, hinting that his release is close. “Gonna paint your insides white and show everyone who you belong to.”

“Yes, Toji!” You respond, your brain fogged from your previous orgasms. You’re cockdrunk. Toji continues moving until he comes to a sudden stop, a moan leaving his lips. His thrusts are so much slower as his cum releases into you. Your pussy milks him for each drop of it as he continues moving.

His forehead falls on yours and you both share a breath for a moment before he decides to put you down on the bed. He pulls out and smiles at you. He walks away to grab the camera and begins to film up-close, the dripping cum from your cunt. “My cute little cumslut, filled up with my cum.”

His fingers push the come back inside, some of it remaining on his fingers. He moves his fingers up to your lips, pressing on your bottom lip which forces you to open your mouth and take his fingers in and swirl your tongue around them. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

He takes his fingers out and stops the video. He puts the camera elsewhere before coming to your side to cuddle. Your face immediately goes to his chest, while his hand runs up and down your back.

“You alright, star?” He asks, making you chuckle.

“Star? Really?” You respond.

“You’re a little pornstar now.” He says. “My little star.”

“If anyone but you sees that video, I’ll kill you.” You tell him.

“I know baby, it’s just my jack off material. No one will ever see it.”

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“Cmon pretty girl, don’t get shy now” you hear his taunting whispers in your ears as he continued to increase the pace of his fingers that was pleasing the walls of your insides. You were trying to keep a hand on your mouth to prevent the loudness of your moans but while one hand was busy pleasing and adoring the squeezing from your cunt, the other was occupied with keeping your hands above your head.

“S-Someone is going to see us” you whimpered a bit loudly, flushing immediately. You watched him smirk as he entered another digit and this time your mewl was louder than before as he started kissing at your neck. Your thighs closing in on his hand as you were trembling.

“If thats so, why are you so soaked?” He teased and you didn’t bother to deny it. Something about someone witnessing your boyfriend giving you the fingering of his life turned you on. You just wanted to take his cock right here and now. But lust wasn’t fogging up your mind too much.

You began to not care if someone heard as you just so badly wanted to reach your climax. Begging and whimpering for him to go faster and help you finish. “O-Oh fuck! Please, a little faster” you moaned, wanting to tug on his hair but his hand holding yours together wasn’t budging.

“Of course Princess” he whispered after leaving another hickey on your neck. And he did increase his pace, feeling his fingers be squeezed tightly by the walls of your cunt.

“I’m going to come, fuck! I’m going to come” you moaned looking at him in the eyes before he pressed a short kiss onto your lips.

“Come for me dear, make a mess.”

And you did exactly as you were told.

— eren, levi, neuvillette, diluc, kaeya, toji, nanami, gojo, dan heng, blade, welt yang, leon kennedy