Me In Chem Class

If I had a nickel for every time Aleksa put something up his ass and tried to make Alex smell it, I would have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but its weird that it's happened twice

Heyy bestie!! can u give a smut visual with Toji?

he loves how hungry you are for his cock. you’re such a good girl when you let him use your throat n force his shaft down until you gag n it swells — after all he deserves it, you’re his princess n he always makes you cum so good, you should always adore his thick cock — the choker + THIS ONE + lord have mercy

he gets hard when you sit on his face. him moan into your dripping cunt n the vibrations make your tight hole throb around his tongue as you ride it. his big hands squeeze your ass so roughly that your folds open wide n your eyes roll back — link + this one + help

an ass man (lol) n what better way to show it than by fucking your tight hole!? Toji loves going deep n watching your pussy flutter around nothing, your belly bulge with his thick cock. his big balls slam against your hard nub as his cock is buried deep n you end up squirting on his legs — here + this one

Toji spottin u as ur Gym buddy >>

Alex's laugh makes me laugh EVERY TIME

“one of us is obviously very gay and one of us is obviously very straight.”

“you should’ve told me before i had sex with you.”

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐍’ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐌 — toji fushiguro

★ ˙.໑ in which your husband can’t seem to control himself after seeing you in a nightgown. you’re not new to this, you’re true to it.

ᛪ warnings matting press, talk of kids mentioned, breeding kink, lots of cum (it’s literally so messy omg) n’ imma make him rich bc i’m tired of him being a bum all his life :/ 18+

⺌ a ! n what my friend @kazushawty wants, she gets…

you’re too much for him to handle…

though you’re not doing anything but cleaning up after dinner while unconsciously swaying your hips to a melody playing in your head, toji can’t help but stare… slobber even. when he told you that he’d be in your shared master bedroom getting a bath ready for the two of you before going to sleep, he lied.

he’s been standing behind the kitchen’s marble island grinning and shifting on his bare feet, playing with the silver band gracing his ring finger while he admires you with everything in him.

toji’s mind is racing; plaid pajama pants stirring up something only you can satisfy the longer he stands there with his eyes heavy on your backside. the way the mesh fabric hugs your body so snuggly has his mouth watering and eyes squinting.

the moment you’re done cleaning, he literally carries you to bedroom and rests you on the king-sized mattress against the black silk sheets

a conversation about future children is sparked and that only drives toji to lay you on your back and proceed to pull the straps of your nightgown down until it’s completely off your body while enjoying your hands rubbing small circles on his broad shoulders.

as the conversing continues, toji slowly but surely lowers himself between your legs, pushing them back and pressing kisses to your inner thighs and then your glistening folds with a groan of appreciation.

appreciation for your existence and your damn good pussy. so pretty and always so willing to take what he gives you. a true diamond in his heart.

so he shows you how much he loves you and how badly the thought of you walking around all big and pregnant with his kid makes his balls swell.

your legs are neighboring your ears, hands holding them back for your husband to continue his rough chase for yet another orgasm as he rocks his hips into yours, your mixed release forming a lewd ring of white around the base of his thick cock and dripping down your ass each time his balls meets your asshole.

“toji… b-baby… i can’t anymore, fuck~” you whine, gasping the minute he pushes more of his weight down on you while knocking on the squishy spot inside you that has your walls clenching and legs shaking.

he grunts, quickening his pace with a loud groan before pressing a kiss to your saliva covered lips. “one more time, beautiful. please…”

the man has said ‘one more time’ the last four times, shooting his seed deep in your spasming walls only to pull out… allow it to leak… then take his cock in hand, scoop it up and fuck it back in… “where it belongs.” his words, not yours.

you’ve lost count of how many times he’s quite literally filled you, your tummy feeling full and pussy hot and sticky with every thick load he pushes into you.

a pool of his cum sits under your ass and continues growing the longer he has you folded like a lawn chair and your cunt keeps welcoming every drop of semen he has to offer. at this rate? this’ll never end. there’s cum on your chest, drying up on your chin, even coating your folds from the first two times he’s cum and decided he’d make art by smearing it on there with his tip still dripping his arousal.

“wanna watch it leak some more, baby. gonna let me?” toji nearly pouts, snapping his hips forward, head falling onto yours as he mouth falls agape. “m’gonna cum again… you want it?”

how could you ever say no to him? especially when he’s taken such good care of you and the look on his sweaty face is practically begging for your approval.

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- Toji & Megumi

morning routine — ft. sylus

before you read: established relationships ; gender neutral reader ; sleepy clingy sylus ; banter ; fluff and cheesiness i apologize in advance

“Here we go,” you hum to yourself, rolling your eyes with a knowing smile curled loosely on your lips as soon as Sylus starts to shift in his sleep. “Like a hermit crab,” you tease to his unconscious figure, “no wonder you’re so pale. Do you even remember what the sun looks like?”

“Do you always talk to sleeping people?”

You still at the sound of his voice, hand freezing in the middle of stroking through his hair. He doesn’t like that, either—his head presses up into your fingertips, a silent demand for more.

“You should be sleeping,” you scold gently, fingers returning to their earlier movements. You scratch lightly at his scalp and he shivers, humming in content. Like a cat, you think fondly, purring in your arms at the slightest show of affection.

Your morning routine starts with the same valiant effort every day: protecting Sylus from the sun. It’s honest work: he already doesn’t sleep very much through the night, and if he doesn’t sleep through the day because of a mild setback either, you think a number of poor victims would suffer the consequences of his tired, grouchy attitude.

So, you protect him as he falls asleep while the sun rises, beams of light slipping through the cracks of the blinds a little more with every minute. You watch him—with equal parts amusement and equal parts fondness, you watch every morning as he slowly shifts in his sleep. It starts with him inching closer and closer towards you, and ends with his head buried into your chest and his body curled around you like you’re a shield for the cruel light that disturbs him.

You like this routine, though. It’s the perfect chance to admire him, to bring a hand to trace over his relaxed features—the slightly crooked slant of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the defined edge of his jawline. And, of course, your favorite part: the soft, plump curves of his lips. He never does anything to indicate he’s awake, either. Nothing to even hint that he feels you, breathing slow and soft puffs of air peacefully nestled against you.

He looks delicate in slumber. Vulnerable. So agonizingly soft and fragile in a way he normally doesn’t look. (Oh, but does he feel soft, you always think. Sylus always feels so inexplicably soft.)

“I would be sleeping,” he finally grumbles, but it’s playful as he shifts to hide his face deeper into your chest while his nose presses against your collarbone. “But someone disrupted my efforts.”

“No, I protect you,” you huff, “with the way you avoid the sun in your sleep, you’d think the vitamin D would poison you.”

“If it was poisonous, then I’d be dead,” he sighs dramatically, cracking a crimson eye open and looking at you like he’s wounded. “You do a terrible job at keeping me shielded.”

“Maybe I’m trying to kill you in your sleep,” you wink, “ever think of that?”

He chuckles, voice low and still laced with the evidence of sleep from the raspiness of it. You smile softly at the sound, pressing a chaste kiss to his head while he moves to bury it into the crook of your neck. There’s something oddly comforting about it—holding him like this. Holding him while he hides into your body, melts against your skin, sinks weight onto you because you take it and he can.

“Go back to sleep,” you murmur sweetly, rubbing a slow, soothing hand up and down his bare back and tracing his spine. “I’ll make sure the sun knows not to bother my big, sleepy, vitamin D deficient baby.”

“I’m not vitamin D deficient,” he huffs.

“So you agree you’re a big, sleepy baby?”

He snores dramatically, pulling a giggle from your lips. A kiss presses to the skin of your neck, and they come from a pair of lips that feel suspiciously curled—like they’re smiling. You wrap your arms around him a little tighter, because close just doesn’t feel close enough when it’s him.

“Let’s hope I wake up without being poisoned,” he hums, half-asleep once more as you trace a finger along the sharp, muscled curves of his back.

You press one more kiss to his head before murmuring, “I’ll see what I can do.”

He lets out a gentle snore again, real this time. He’s sound asleep with his body molded against yours, routine like it is every morning—you protecting him from the sun, and him falling into your arms.

I just want to hold him while he peacefully rests and hide him away from the sun so he can sleep well like he deserves because he’s a BABY

To me he’s a baby :(

me core

spring break!!! time to bedrott!!

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