My Cute Bear

SAY IT LOUDER

i’m gonna adress this once on this acc and never again

if u have a problem with me saying oh my god of jfc in my fics/smaus, DO NOT ENGAGE WITH MY WORK!!! i do not worship and my intent is not to be blasphemous BECAUSE i dont worship, but i am going to continue saying those phrases!!

not sure why people (2) are complaining since my page is PORN and scripture says engaging with pornography a sin, then u care if i say omg… but that’s between u and the big man

sorry if it offends u but like i said, im not intending to be blasphemous by invoking his name because i don’t even believe in the thing im supposedly invoking, so i am going to keep saying omg!! again, if that bothers u, do not read my work bcs in all 400+ of my works i guarantee ive said “omg” over 200 times while reader is getting their back blown out and i dont want u to be bothered by that!!

i understand if that matters to u how that would take u out of a fic so save urself the hassle and don’t engage with my work

Thinking of nightly, intimate moments with Toji...

You're freshly showered, donning just some shorts and a bra to beat the unbearable heat. As you're brushing your teeth, staring at yourself in the mirror, you see Toji coming up behind you.

"Hey, you almost done in here?" He asks, looking at you through the mirror. You can feel his bare chest against your back, his forearms coming up to circle around your waist.

"Mhm," you hum, muffled by your toothbrush and the foam that fills your mouth.

(Suggestive content below)

"Y'know I can't sleep without you, doll," he murmurs into your neck, pressing a kiss to it and trailing his lips down your shoulder. He rubs your stomach, the gesture eliciting goosebumps on your skin as his hands move higher and higher up your torso. He feels up your breasts through the cups of your bra, squeezing them in his enormous hands. His right hand goes higher up until it reaches your shoulder, his fingers hooking around the strap of your bra and dragging it down, enough to expose the skin beneath it. He kisses it, allowing his hand to roam towards your chest again, this time dipping into the right cup of your bra. You almost spit out the toothpaste in your mouth when his fingertips start brushing your nipple.

"You like when I feel you up like this?" He asks, voice low against your shoulder. He can tell you do from the abrupt pauses you make while brushing your teeth and the sighs you let out through your nose. You nod silently, looking at his dark gaze and the sly smirk playing on his lips through the mirror. "Good, 'cause I like touching you."

He places a couple more kisses onto your shoulder and your neck before dragging his hand out of your bra and pulling the thin strap back up your shoulder. "Come to bed," he murmurs into your ear, pressing one last kiss to your temple before releasing you and heading back to the room.

I can't keep living like this

9 / 266

Daddy issues, if you will.

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞

pairing: andy barber x pregnant!reader

summary: you let andy know he wasn't very nice to you a few days ago 😤

warnings: talking about a blow job, soft domestic fluff

word count: ~300

a/n: look at me allowing myself to post something short !!! growth 🤌🏼 but i just want to talk about domestic andy 😖😖

━━━･ ༓ ･━━━

Opening your eyes, you glance at him on the opposite end of the couch and sigh, watching him give you the foot rub you asked for. “Why are you so nice to me?”

“Uh, because…” he laughs. “You’re my wife and the mother of my child. And I love you.” You just hum, resting your hand on your growing belly, and close your eyes again. “And if I’m ever not nice to you, I want you to let me know.”

“Well,” you sigh again, peeking one eye open to see his reaction. “You weren’t very nice to me the other day…”

“What?” His fingers still on your foot for a brief second as he looks at you, genuinely unsure what you’re talking about. “When?”

“When you wouldn’t let me give you a blow job,” you pout, crossing your arms for good measure.

Letting out a short laugh, he hangs his head before looking at you again. “Hey now,” he chuckles. “The other day when I was doing phone calls and meetings? What was I supposed to do–”

“Uh, let me suck your dick,” you scoff. “Duh.”

“I can’t stand you,” he smirks, looking back down at your feet in his lap.

“See,” you whine, pulling your feet away from him. “You’re being not nice again.”

“Wanna do it now? I’ll let you,” he winks and wiggles his eyebrows.

“No,” you yawn, curling up and resting your head on the arm of the couch. “I’m tired now.”

“Ah– hm, ok,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “Talk about not being nice…”

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prt one

pornstar!satoru who pays for a month of your onlyfans—for research purposes. he needs to find out who this boyfriend of yours is, and figure out a way to get rid of him.

pornstar!satoru who knew it was a long shot, that you might not even show him on your page at all. and of course he got distracted a few times whilst scrolling through your posts, dick rock solid and at attention with each new angle of you of his screen.

pornstar!satoru who, when he finds the more homemade stuff, he’s pathetically jealous of the man that frequents your bed so often. how big his hands look as they lay lovingly over your skin, how in love you look as you suck his cock, how well his tip hits your g-spot over and over and—of course he fucking knows him. a video of you on your back piques his attention, your man in between your legs and lapping at your needy pussy like he’s starved. satoru knows that long hair, that cheeky sexdrunk smile that pulls at his lips while he eats you out, he knows those purple fucking eyes that turn to glance at the camera.

of course it’s pornstar!suguru.

pornstar!satoru who suddenly has his cock out, languid strokes of his fist over his length is nothing to the memories of pornstar!suguru's lips wrapped around his length. who is so enthralled by the knowledge that both him and his former co-star have gotten to feel the flutter of your pussy around their cocks.

pornstar!satoru whos fingers are frantic as he searches for more of you together, and ends up spending way too much money on subscriptions just to watch you get fucked stupid on the same cock that he once did for a film a few years back. who wonders if you feel the same stretch with suguru as you did with him. if you were forced to choose, relationships be damned, who you'd say made you cum harder.

pornstar!satoru whos dick gets impossibly harder at the thought of you not choosing at all. who lets himself picture it, you spread out for both him and pornstar!suguru, your eyes wide at the prospect of taking both of them at once. how he'd take your mouth first, how with each thrust of suguru into your pussy would push you forward onto his cock. how he'd kiss your boyfriend breathless while they're both balls-deep inside of you.

pornstar!satoru who strokes himself along to a video of you riding pornstar!suguru. who times his orgasm just right with your shared one, who goes fucking blind for a moment with the way his climax washes over him. your noises, suguru's noises, the imagined smell of sweat in the air. he moans, a dirty mixture of your name and his, something embarrassing and still he remains steadfast in his lust.

pornstar!satoru who, because he respects himself at least a little, gives himself fifteen minutes for post nut clarity to set in. and when it doesn't, he's texting his agent in the dead of night and very firmly requesting to be booked again

with both of you.

pornstar!suguru who, upon having you home from a particularly tiring shoot, is doting on you with heart-shaped pupils. He's got you laying down with him on the couch, big hands working magic on your sore muscles.

pornstar!suguru who doesn't always ask for details about your shoots. he knows it's just work, hell, he's a pornstar himself, he doesn't need the raunchy details of your jobs to keep himself from spiralling. but something about today feels different. today, you seem uncharacteristically fucked out.

pornstar!suguru who is more than surprised when you're still rearing to get fucked silly that night. you groan about your shoot with a new pornstar, and how his touch is still lingering on your mind. and suguru laughs, because jealousy doesn't come easy to him-- if anything, knowing you're still in his bed at the end of the day just gets him even more worked up.

its when pornstar!suguru bottoms out inside of you, that shared gasp of ecstasy leaving both your lips that you mention how he asked you out for drinks after the shoot. you add on, of course, that you turned him down, but the comment still has your boyfriends interest piqued.

pornstar!suguru who, with a kiss to the corner of your lips and a gentle thrust into you, asks who this admirer of yours is. and just as the names about to leave your lips, his phone chimes on the bed with an email.

an offer. a threesome shoot: him, you, and a second male. it's the best paying shoot he's gotten in a long time. he hasnt quite scrolled down to see who the other talent was, so when you snatch his phone, legs still wrapped around his waist, he catches that smile on your lips. he catches the way you clench around him.

"that's him," you speak, such pretty words from your lips as you turn the screen to show him the name and headshot of pornstar!satoru.

and pornstar!suguru's dick gets impossibly harder.

tags: @meowforluv @p1xlesk1nn @ch3rryistheg @miizuzu @okayiamkassandra

(if u asked to be tagged and ur not here i apologise i am just a girl anyways pt 3 will be a full fic thxies)

Something is happening to me...

morning~

OHHHHH I got the tingles

༉‧₊˚. "Shut up, mom!" prank with JJK men.

➜ featuring: nanami kento, gojo satoru, geto suguru.

➜synopsis: your child(ren) has a death wish for sure.

➜note: wasn't able to pick a name for nanami's child. also sorry to the anon who sent this, i had a hard time understanding the request at first. anyway, part 2?

༉‧₊˚. reblog + comment!

༉‧₊˚. NANAMI KENTO

“You need to start learning how to fold your clothes,” you mention casually to your daughter as you carry a basket of warm laundry to the couch.

“Why would I do that?” Nanami’s eyes look up from his book, but he doesn’t budge.

“When you move out, you will only have yourself to rely on,” you continue with the advice and your daughter rolls her eyes as she makes her way to the kitchen.

“Ugh moving out this, moving out that. Just say you want to get rid of me.”

“What–I would never, I’m just reminding you that one day you will become an adult and–”

“Oh just shut up, mom!” 

You truly gave birth to a mini you, a prankster. When you first saw the tiktok trend, you and your daughter had giggled to yourselves at the thought of getting a reaction out of her father. Though, you did warn her of the repercussions. Your husband did not play when it came to showing respect to you.

“I beg your pardon?” Nanami sits up from the couch so fast, it almost makes you jump out of your skin. You don’t have time to react, or hold him back before he is storming towards the kitchen where your teenage daughter was hiding. “What did you just say to your mother?”

“I said shut up, because she was bothering me.”

“And you think that’s one way to speak to my wife?” You see his eyebrows furrow, he even slams the book he was reading down on the kitchen counter so hard that his arm veins are about to pop out.

“Kento,” you walk up behind him, calling out his name softly.

“No, let me take this.”

“No baby listen–”

“I said I will take this.” It’s only when he repeats himself in a stern manner, that your daughter starts to giggle nervously.

“Daddy, it was a prank.”

“Yeah, baby it’s a prank.” You rub his shoulders and biceps reassuringly. Your daughter quickly wraps her arms around his waist and buries her face in his chest.

“I’d never be disrespectful like that.”

“Yeah well, it almost gave me a heart attack,” his voice is now much softer and warmer as he exhales, running his fingers through his daughter’s hair. He pulls you towards him and kisses your forehead before patting his daughter’s head.

“Now, whose idea was it?”

“Mommy’s.”

“Hey!” 

༉‧₊˚. GOJO SATORU

“Hey Ryuu, could you take out the trash please?” 

“No, I’m busy.” Satoru’s ears perk up at the sound of his son’s tone. But he doesn’t budge from where he’s standing in the kitchen.

“Baby, it’s been sitting there all day and it’s full. Could you please–”

“Shut up, mom. I said I’m busy.”

Normally, Satoru wasn’t easy to rile up. His relationship with his son was hilarious, one where he doted on his child whilst the latter pretended as though he couldn’t stand all the love and affection he received from his dad. But despite all the love that Satoru had for his son, you were number one. You come first, you are his wife and the mother of his child. When his son will leave, you will be the one he gets to spend the rest of his time with–and when he decided to marry you, a child wasn’t even in the picture.

So he will be damned if he was just going to stand there and let his son talk to you like that.

You freeze when you feel a sudden surge of cursed energy–you knew your husband when he got angry, it clouded over the rational part of his brain. So when you see him start to walk upstairs where his son is, you have to physically grab his arm to stop him. Thank god the infinity was off.

“Satoru– toru! Baby!”

“Who the fuck does he think he is, huh?” His eyes are glowing. You really shouldn’t have played this prank on him.

“It’s a prank baby.” 

“A prank?” It’s fascinating how this man can go from 0 to 100 back to 0 so quickly. He calms down so fast, glancing at the top of the stairs where he sees his son standing with his hands in his pockets.

“I told her it would be a bad idea.”

“I–hey! I didn’t think it was gonna be this bad,”

“I did,” Ryuu starts to walk down the stairs and past you two. “He’s said it before. He doesn’t play when it comes to people showing you respect, even if it’s his own son.” 

Satoru can only sigh at his son’s words before staring at you. “Don’t do that again.”

“I won’t…But I won’t lie, seeing you riled up like that–”

“I’m too old to have a sibling!”

༉‧₊˚. GETO SUGURU

Your girls were a giggly mess. You shush them before saying very loudly.

“In what world is this acceptable?” 

“Mom,” your daughter, Tsukimi, feigns an annoyed tone, refusing to look up from her phone. “I really don’t care.”

“But I do.” You stand over her bed, motioning for her twin sister to get into the role as well.

“Does it matter?” Asahi uses the same annoyed, bored tone. One that quickly catches Suguru’s attention. He walks into the main area from the garage before hearing the argument upstairs. 

Quickly wiping his hands with the dirty rag attached to his pants, he starts to make his way up to your twin daughters’ room to see what it was about. 

“Of course it does, I’m your mother.”

“You’re really just pushing it.”

“You sneaked out last night! Do you know how disappointed your father will be?” Suguru freezes up at the revelation. But he doesn’t let his disappointment or anger get the best of him, maybe the four of you can work this out–your girls were at a rebellious age, this was bound to happen and all he needs to do is figure out a way for all of you to get along without–

“Aren’t you supposed to be our best friend or something?” Tsukimi sits up on the bed, furrowing her eyebrows in a way that reminds you how similar her and her father’s features are. 

“Right now I’m your mother.” 

“Oh would you just shut up?”

A loud slam makes the three of you flinch, and you turn to find Suguru standing by the door looking as angry as a raging bull.

“Who said it.”

“Wha–”

“Who said it. Who was it?” He is so furious you could see steam coming out from the top of his head. “Have you lost your fucking minds to be talking to your mother like that? Did I fail at educating you or what?”

“Suguru–”

“No,” he puts a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you out of the room. “I need to talk to them.”

“No wait, listen–”

“I don’t want to hear it.” When you see that he had a stern look on his face, you realize that you need to save your daughters from the prank.

“It was a prank. I promise you.” 

“It really was a prank,” your twin daughters are sitting on the same bed, looking as sheepish and as guilty as ever. 

“And it was my idea,” Tsukimi adds. 

“And I didn’t stop her.” Your thumbs trace his cheeks, smiling apologetically at him. “Sorry,” 

Suguru sighs, resting his hands on his hips as he shakes his head.

“Fucking prankters. That almost gave me a heart attack.”

“But admit it, we’re good actresses, right?” Asahi asks with a grin and Suguru chuckles before ruffling her hair.

“Yeah, you sure are.”

➜ ┊: COMMISSIONS | KOFI

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HELP toji gonna be the one crying after I give him a knuckle sandwich

Toji Fushiguro

Summary: Toji tries to help Megumi with his math homework

Warnings: fluff, crying child

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*Did you even live if you didn't leave the dining table crying because your parent/sibling was trying to help you with your math homework?

“If Timmy has five apples, and gives three away to Bob, how many apples does Timmy have?” Toji reads the math question out loud to Megumi. You’re usually the one that does this type of stuff since Toji isn’t patient enough for homework… But you claimed you couldn’t do it.

“Be nice!” You yell from the kitchen, hearing Toji’s frustration in his tone. You claimed you couldn’t do it, yet you’re in the kitchen preparing snacks for them.

“I am being nice! I’m just reading the question.” Toji rolls his eyes, putting his attention back to Megumi. The child has five fingers up, and he’s putting them down one by one. Toji is losing his mind, watching Megumi do his homework, the child is just too slow. Toji sighs, “We have like ten more questions, but sure, take your time.”

“Don’t pressure him.” You lightly hit the back of Toji’s head after you put the tray of food down on the table. Toji rubs the spot (though it didn’t hurt) while staring at the food that you’ve prepared, his stomach suddenly growling. “Take a break, Megumi. I know you’ve been working hard, baby.”

“Thank you.” Megumi smiles at you, stopping the complicated math that he was doing with his fingers. Toji bites his tongue, and if he didn’t love you  and respect you so much he would’ve cursed you out. He waits for you to leave before pushing the tray away from Megumi’s reach.

“Now is not the time for a break.” Toji says. Megumi’s arms are too tiny, unable to reach to the other side of the table without standing up. When Toji sees the child standing up the man scolds him, “Take a seat, you aren’t done. You have eleven questions left.”

“But it’s break time.” Megumi claims, which earns a nasty look from Toji. A look that scares the child into staying glued to his seat. “I don’t know the answer.”

“But you knew the answers to the other ones, huh?” Toji is getting annoyed. He’d rather be anywhere but here, doing this. 

“I don’t know…” Megumi claims once again, but this time his voice breaks and tears are welling up in his eyes. Glossy eyes stare back at Toji and Toji sighs. He can’t do this right now.

“If Timmy has five apples–” He’s reading in a normal tone, yet Megumi begins to sniffle, tears streaming down the child’s chubby cheeks which makes Toji stop. Toji stares at the child in wonder… Why is he reacting like this? Toji can’t help but ask, “Why are you even crying?”

“I–” Megumi can’t even get his answer out without a sob escaping his lips. The crying gets louder, and it’ll eventually get your attention. Toji knows he’s done for. 

He rests his face behind his palm, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. He’s just waiting for you to show up. 

“Why are you being mean to my baby?” Right on cue, Megumi goes running to you. He’s crying into your arms, and you hug the child, trying to comfort him. “It’s okay, baby. He’s just a meanie.”

“This is unbelievable.” Toji scoffs, before standing up. He grabs the tray of snacks before leaving you behind to comfort Megumi. He takes a big bite of food before yelling back at you, “You’re raising a crybaby!”

You know how statues will get a really shiny spot where people rub them over time? You should all see the ass on the Cap in the Avengers Statue they erected after the battle of New York.

Need a man like him

It doesn’t really look like it, but Toji Fushiguro is extremely clingy.

Say you get home from work, that man is actively seeking for you as soon as he hears the front door shut, giving you a bear hug and many kisses that you just can’t refuse.

Toji refuses to go to sleep if he isn’t touching at least some part of your body (hand, breasts, ass, etc.). He’d go as far as to lay his heavy body directly on top of you.

Best believe you aren’t getting up until he’s up, which could take almost half the day (that man is a sleeper, nothing can change my mind). Try wiggling out of his grasp, he’ll just hold on to you tighter, no problem.

Even if you (somehow) get out of his grasp, Toji would just get up and follow you like a lost puppy, mumbling in a low tone, “Ma, come back t’bed..” “Jus’ five more minutes, baby..” “I know y’r still tired doll, jus’ come on..”

Going outside with Toji would require handholding or him grabbing your ass waist to show everyone that you’re his.

He’ll have you sat on his lap whenever you two are watching a movie or show together. Either that or you two are cuddled up and he’s filling your face with kisses.

No matter how much you claim to be “annoyed” with his clinginess, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Could you guys tell I like toji… 👉🏽👈🏽

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Creds to @cafekitsune for the divider!!!