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Toji Fushiguro

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Gojo Satoru

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Geto Suguru

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Uzui Tengen X F!Reader

Y/N and the original trio of wives have a massive surprise for their Lord, Tengen. After months of being away on a mission, today is the day to reveal something very special to him! F!Reader (use of she/her pronouns).

Content Warnings: pregnancy, implied future smut, and polyamory.

Hurried footsteps echo through the halls as Suma ran about, grinning ear to ear. As she practically slammed the sliding door open, she came to a shrieking halt. You were the exact person she was looking for.

"Hina! Y/N-chan!! Lord Tengen is home!!"

Upon hearing the news, you smile back to Hina, who had sat across from you. As you try to get up, she hurriedly comes to your side. Wrapping an arm around your swollen waist and belly, she was quick to hoist you up.

"Excellent news, Suma. Hurry and get Makio prepared to welcome him properly," Hina softly commanded, making Suma scurry off in excitement. You fidget in place, Hina being quick to notice.

" I-It's been months since he's been home..." You confess this softly, your brow knitting together," He hasn't... seen me like this yet."

Hina offers you a pat on your side, chuckling," While it will be quite a surprise, I'm sure he will be thrilled, Y/N-chan." Hina's soft demeanor never fails to comfort you, as you nod," O-Of course... I'm just cant help but be nervous!"

Hina places a chaste kiss to your forehead, the kind gesture making you sigh," Breathe, Y/N. You have nothing to fear."

As the two of you make your way through the main hall, you hear Suma and Maki scrambling noisily. They were hastily shouting back and forth as you heard several things clutter and fall to the ground.

"Be careful, you two!!," Hina warns," We don't want Y/N to get hurt in this ruckus!"

Makio dashes into the hall, swiping the sweat off of her forehead," We're doing our best here!!," she barked, though the wide grin on her face revealed her excitement.

"Everything's ready!!!" She adds while Suma stumbles into the hall to meet with you all.

Tengen's three original wives look to you, sending you smiles of encouragement and absolutely glee.

"Hurry, hurry Hina!! Y/N needs to hide!!," Suma squeals, coming up to your other side to help you along. You laugh, both of your arms draped over your wives shoulders.

"You guys! I can handle myself, don't worry about me!" You quip, unable to keep yourself from laughing. The two at your side shake their heads sternly, smiling all the while.

"Ever since last week, you've been struggling to even walk!! So let us help you through this, baka!" Makio cuts in, as she hurriedly fluffs the pillows in the bedroom.

Their goal was to get you to hide there, in the room that was set for the Baby Reveal. Though you would never be able to tell what the baby would be like, you could only imagine the beauty your baby would be. Boy, girl, or otherwise... it honestly didn't matter! The household was just as eager to welcome a new life!

As you finally got situated at the foot of the bed, you reach over and caress Suma and Hina's cheeks, before placing a kiss on Makio's.

"I guess I can't argue with you three. Thank you for taking such good care of me~" you coo, making your wives sigh in unison.

"Any time, darling," Hina cooed back, before kissing your forehead," We'll be right back. But are you ready for Lord Tengen, Y/N-chan?"

You flush brightly as you hear a familiar voice cry out," I'm home!!"

You nod in confirmation, beaming up at the three women before you," Ready as I'll ever be!"

Your wives make haste, hurrying to greet Tengen. Though you could hear the commotion in the distance, your thoughts were a major distraction.

Your eyes flickered to the decor... the low lighting, the sentimental flowers, and the lanterns hanging in all four corners of the room... the colors were warm and inviting, but still flashy enough that Uzui would approve. You looked to the doorway in front of you, your hand ghosting over your swollen stomach.

Never had you thought that you would become a mother. After becoming a demon slayer, you were confronted with thoughts of intense and sudden ends of life... and quite a few times, your life had been on the line.

But since meeting Tengen and the others, your outlook on life had greatly changed. You were excited to experience life in many ways, on top of living each day fully and earnestly.

But here you were, with a swollen belly and a full heart... you were blessed with something that the three other wives hadn't gotten... at least, not yet.

You were anxious to see Tengen as a father, though negative thoughts were quick to leave your mind. Between his gentle mannerisms and kind words shared with you all, you knew that your child would have the greatest parents ever. And five total, to boot!

"Laaaadies... I'm growing impatient! Is Y/N out and about again?," you hear Tengen scold, earning a giggle from the others.

"Noooo~" Suma sang," In fact, she's been expecting you, too!" Makio follows up. Your breath hitches as you hear their footsteps approach the bedroom door.

"Hah? Then what's the need for the blindfold? Honestly, if this is another one of her pranks, I swear--"

"No no, Lord Tengen! Pl-Please keep it on!!" Hina commands gently," We've all been working so hard on your surprise!"

This seems to amuse Tegen, as his hearty laugh fills your senses," Fine, fine! I suppose I could use a little flashiness right now! Even if Y/N is up to trouble again!" He quips back. You pout as you hear his steps come to a halt. Based on his sigh, you figure that he gave in to the trio's demands.

The three ladies in the hall nod to each other, before opening the door to your shared bedroom. You subconsciously tense up as you see Tengen stumble inside, his foot catching on the doorframe.

"Agh-- Suma, watch it!," Makio gripes, making the other woman whine," I-Im sorry, I'm guiding as best as I caaaaan!!" Hina can only chuckle as Tengen rolls his eyes. What was he gonna do with the four of you?

You feel your heart thumping in your throat, your cheeks a bright red as you see Tengen inch closer. He grins," I can hear your, Y/N~" he teases. Though he is unable to see you, he could sense you twitching from his words.

"Can I take this off now??" Tengen asks impatiently, before his hands are guided towards you. Suma and Makio gently place both hands on your tummy, as Hina comes up from behind Uzui and smiles.

"Yes, Lord Tengen. You may."

"Open your eyes!!," Maki and Suma say in unison.

Tengen seems confused, as he doesn't recognize the firmness of this skin. Surely, the warmth came from you, but he had no idea what he was touching. Your thighs? Your shoulders? Something certainly felt off...

He removes the blindfold quickly with one hand, before his eyes land on yours. You smile up at him nervously.

"L... Lord Tengen... Welcome home, darling..." you say sheepishly, almost quiet enough to where he couldnt hear you. His eyes flicker down to his other hand, before his breath catches in his throat.

He stares for a few moments, seemingly with no reaction. This, of course, makes the four of you stir anxiously. Tengen was known for strong emotions and outbursts, but for the first time in a LONG time... he's speechless.

Uzui quickly falls to his knees, though due to his height, he was almost at eye level with you.

"This... this is..."

His other hand comes towards your stomach quickly, making you flinch. He flinches as well, realizing quickly that he was getting too brash. He gently caresses the other side of your stomach, his maroon eyes flicking between the four of his wives.

"How... how long have you know?" Tengen asks softly, his gaze finally landing on Hina. Tears are welling up in her eyes, as she smiles warmly at him.

"Sh-Shortly after you left... but... we wanted you to experience this in person. A letter couldn't compare to this moment," Hina admits, coming to his side and placing a hand on his shoulder. Makio and Suma are quick to follow, both of them placing a hand on either of Uzui's.

"It was hard not to say anything," Makio adds," ...but we took great care of Y/N while you were away, Lord Tengen."

Uzui's gaze falls back to your swollen abdomen, his hands gently moving around, exploring your tummy's new form.

Again, he is overcome with silence, his head dipping for a moment. You feel something warm fall onto your stomach, gasping as you see Tengen's shoulders tremble.

"I-I'm so sorry... I wasn't here for you like I should have been." Choking on his words, more tears followed as Makio, Suma, and Hina embrace Tengen. You were surprised to see such a reaction from him.

"N-No! My Lord, please, it's okay!!!" You hurriedly reply, cupping Tengen's face," You were doing everything you should have and needed to, as a Demon Slayer... and as our husband. We're safe-- I-I'm safe, because of your efforts."

Your three wives smile and weep as they kiss Tengen's cheeks and shoulders, trying to comfort him. Though they too felt sorry for the overwhelmed Uzui.

"You came back. And it still feels like you've never left my side. That's all that matters," you finish, placing a hand on top of one of Uzui's strong, calloused hands.

For a few moments, the room grows quiet as the five of you sniffle and hiccup, still overcome with relieved tears.

But Tengen is quick to smile, his forehead gently bumping into yours as his arms overtake all four of his wives. When he raises his head again, he is beaming with pride and joy. His eyes are puffy and red with fresh, hot tears.

"I'm going to be a father..." he practically chokes out, grinning ear to ear," And the four of you will all be fantastic, flashy mothers!!!"

The five of you embrace each over, though gently as to not hurt you or the baby. As all of your collective tears and praises intermingle into a symphony, you feel something strange.

Your stomach lurches suddenly, making you grunt in surprise. The five of you freeze, before Tengen looks to your stomach. Hina and the other wives gasp, as all 3 of them grabbing at Tengen's wrists. They hastily shove Tengen's hands towards your tummy, pressing gently.

"There!! There, just now! Y/N did you feel-- A KICK?!?" Suma practically shrieks, followed by an excited squeal from Makio.

"This couldn't be better timing!!!," she exclaims," This is the first time, right, Y/N?!"

You instinctively place a hand over your stomach, wincing," I-I don't know what that was... m-maybe it was a kick? The wind was just... knocked out of me all of the sudden--!!"

As you say this, Tengen moves the others aside, placing his right ear to your stomach and listening intently. You fluster rapidly, gasping out Tengen's name as you're practically knocked over from the movement.

Your three wives excitedly come right back up, eager to watch the moment from behind Tengen's broad frame.

"... I hear it... the heartbeat!" Tengen claims softly, a sickeningly sweet smile spreading across his lips. " A strong one, too! That's to be expected of my child!" He coos, grinning boastfully.

As he speaks, you feel the breath getting knocked out from you again. You yelp as your stomach moves once more. This time, Tengen feels this lurch, and inhales sharply.

"Th-There!! Just now!! It was a kick!!!" He exclaims. Hina, Suma, and Makio practically shriek with excitement, hugging each other as Tengen continues to weep.

You can't help but laugh, a hand coming to Uzui's hair to stroke it," So it is!!!" you happily sing back to him, beaming with glee. "I'm pretty far along, so I guess that shouldn't be a surprise!!"

Before long, Tengen is mere inches from your lips, caressing your face as if you were fine porcelain. For a moment, his gentle expression is replaced with a firm acknowledgement.

" Y/N. It is an honor to be your husband, and I promise to continue to take care of the four of you... and our child." Uzui says tenderly. Uzui's hand comes up to brush your hair away from your face as your cheeks are peppered with kisses. You giggle at the stimulation as you feel the bed shift behind you.

Suma and the other wives have surrounded you, coming up to caress and embrace you as well.

"I gratefully except your praise and protection... a-as well as your child, Lord Tengen."

You feel Tengen's face heat up at your statement, before it's replaced with a prideful smirk," Careful, or I may bless you with more of my brood tonight~"

Your face soon mimics the shade on Tengen's, as Suma whines," But!! BUT!!! I want Lord Tengen's babies, too!!"

" Y-Yeah, don't leave us out, Lord Tengen!!" Makio gripes, clinging to his right arm. Hina chuckles, kissing both Suma and Makio.

"In due time, Makio, Suma... one child can already be a handful... and we already have two here!" Tengen and Hina share a laugh as Makio and Suma complain, and you are quick to laugh with the former duo.

But in the very next moment, you feel yourself being pushed onto your back, your head falling into Makio's lap. You squirm feverishly as you see one of Tengen's hands planting itself beside your head, while the other caresses your stomach.

"Ladies, ladies... the four of you will all bear my child... but Hina is right. For our safety and the child's, we can only afford to have one of us out of commission at a time," Tengen softly warns, making the four of you begrudgingly agree.

"However... I look forward to the four of you ALL being plump with my children. But until then... I do believe that Y/N is overdue for some relief. Who knows the burden my child has placed on your knees and feet..." Tengen lazily kisses your lips, still grinning as the trio of wives chuckle lowly

" My, that weight straining your back... your chest..."

Tengen's hand leaves your stomach to trace down your thigh, before gently sliding back up and under your robes. You stammer, unable to form a coherent sentence as Tengen kisses you again, briefly.

"Suma, Makio, Hina... care to help your Lord take care of your wife?"

You hear a cacophony of giggles and jeers as your four spouses come to surround you, grinning mischievously. Your lip quivers as you try not to look away, a jittery, hot surge of anticipation flaring up in your nether regions.

"N-Now?? Right now, you mean??" You question feverishly, before Hina and Suma bless your cheeks and collar bone with kisses.

Tengen grins as a hand snakes up your inner thigh, making your heart race in excitement.

"There's no better time than the present, right?" Hina leans over to kiss Tengen before he starts a sloppy kiss trail towards your core.

"Besides...," Hina adds dreamily," We wanted to surprise you, too~"

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A/N: Thank you for the read! I have unfortunately gone through SUCH a hiatus, but I found my writing flame awakened because of this damn hashira and his wives!

I'm relatively rusty at fanfics, so go easy on me! And let me know if you'd like a STEAMY part 2! ;)

By The Time You’re Hearing This I’ll Already Be Gone

pairing: none (platonic!Sully family & Lo’ak’s twin sister!reader)

summary: all you wanted was to not be the family disappointment

wc: 4942

warnings: anon requested, mentions of missing/disappearance, dad jake sully

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Day 3: Car Sex

Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x f!reader

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: semi-public sex, biting, nipple play (f), one tit slap, creampie

“Someone’s going to see us,” you pant against the lips of your disheveled lover.

You’re straddling his lap, his throbbing cock is twitching against your core, the shaft dragging through your slick folds as he picks you up only to drop you back down, slowly impaling you with his length.

“It’s late, kitten,” he grunts as he readjusts, a rough thrust of his hips has you taking all of him as he leans further into the back seat of the car. “No one’s gonna see. Just relax, lemme take care of you,” comes his sultry whisper in your ear, the subtle rasp of his voice settling your nerves as you roll your hips, adjusting to the girth that was so suddenly stuffed inside you.

He looks as much of a mess as you do. The hair that was tied back into a neat bun is half undone, jet black tresses framing his face as he runs his tongue along your collarbone, licking a stripe up to the pulse in your neck to suck as your cradle the back of his head.

The once well-ironed material of his shirt was now crumpled, top buttons unfastened to offer a peek at the patch of black chest hair beneath it.

You placed your other hand to his chest, nails raking across his skin, brushing through the coarse hair as he sucked hard on your pulse point, sending a shiver up your spine that erupted into a wanton groan.

“Shouta!” You gasp, breath flying from your lungs as his strong hands guide your hips, bouncing you effortlessly on his cock.

“Don’t stop, baby,” he instructs firmly as his hands leave your hips to travel up your sides, over the velvet material of your evening dress.

You raise your arms, pressing one to the roof of the car and grasping at the grab bar above the window with the other to find the right amount of leverage to keep yourself pistoning up and down.

Warm lips melt into the skin of your breasts, the flat of his tongue roving between them as he pulls down the neckline of your dress to allow them to spill out before he captures one in his mouth, suckling on your nipple as you cast your head back.

A fresh gush of arousal leaves you, coating his balls, adding to the lewd noises that fill the cab as the familiar squelching sound echoes around the small space.

“So fucking tight,” he growls, your sensitive nub between his teeth as his hand takes the other between two skilled fingers, rolling and tugging in an alternating pattern. “You might ruin the seat of this car, kitten.”

He chuckles, a dark, sensuous rumble in his chest as he pulls off your breast only to strike the other with a rough slap and you keen, bucking your hips and falling out of your rhythm with the impact.

“Close,” you whimper, thrusting your hips forward, recklessly chasing that one, sweet blissful moment as you lean back, his hands sliding down your spine to support you at the angle you’ve chosen. “Sho, I’m gonna--ah, fuck, baby.”

“That’s it, ride that dick until you get what you need, baby.” He spits through gritted teeth, desperately trying to hang on through the way your walls are clamping down around him. He wants to watch you fall apart before he lets himself do the same. “Don’t you dare hold back, soak this fuckin’ backseat. Show me how much you love this cock.”

“Shitshitshit,” your chest is heaving, lungs on fire when your vision finally whites out. It’s pure pleasure as the adrenaline keeps your hips moving, sliding his length in and out of your tight heat as it spasms around his rock hard length.

He can’t hang on any longer, spilling himself into you with an animalistic groan, his hips briefly leaving the seat of the car as he loses control of them in his pussydrunk state. His lap is soaked, the rush of juices that left you and the evidence of his own orgasm oozing back out of you as the two of you slowly come to a halt together.

You lean forward, slumping against his chest to bury your face in the tresses of his hair that hang around his neck. His hands travel up your spine, one wrapping around you while the other rubs the top of your back as his lips press to your temple.

“We can’t stay here forever, baby,” he murmurs, interrupting the brief moment you’d been able to spend in the afterglow. “Sitter’s gonna be callin’ soon and we can’t ask her to stay too late again.”

“Mm, I know.” You rise, begrudgingly, pushing your fingers through his chest hair as you smile down at him. “You think Eri’s actually asleep this time or do you think she’s trying to keep herself awake in her room again?”

“Hmm, I think the brat’s still awake.” He smiles affectionately, rubbing his hands up your thighs. “She’s stubborn like her mother.”

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you don't need other boys when you have him, your dad's best friend. he’s everything you’d ever need and more, better than all the boys—he’s a man. a good man. these are the words he croons into your ear every time he sneaks into your room late at night, slipping an arm around your waist and his cock in your eagerly waiting cunt.

it all started when you had a fight with your dad. even though your dad was hosting his own birthday party, you sulked all night. your dad didn’t try to hide his own snide comments, so why should you? you didn’t greet guests nor help out, instead choosing to use your phone, drink as much booze as you could and retire to your bedroom early.

as you lay in bed, you could still hear the reverberations of music and the boisterous laugh of middle aged men and women alike. you groaned and covered your head with a pillow, trying to drown out the noise. so when he knocked on your door, opened it when you didn’t answer, and walked in, you jumped when the weight shifted on your bed as he sat down.

“i didn’t mean to scare you,” he says kindly, lending you a smile, “you just seemed… off, today. i wanted to check in on you.”

you sit up. this man was your dad’s best friend of years. not having any kids of his own, he spoilt you rotten. he bought you all the toys and pretty dresses that your dad refused to, arguing that they were too expensive before throwing money at gambling or whatever new woman walked into his life. as you grew up, you couldn’t help but develop a soft spot for him. when you sat still and pretty during dinners and parties, nodding along like a good girl your father demanded you be, your eyes always fell on him. his charming disposition, the way he chided your father like no one else could, and the way he’d always put food on your plate first, giving you a wink as you said thank you wordlessly.

of course, when your friends would talk about dilfs, your mind would never go to your father, the deadbeat dad who provided nothing for you. instead, you would always think about him. his salt and pepper hair that he ran his calloused hands through, smile lines set on his face more defined than any wrinkles, his toned body that you would dream about, touch yourself to every night. you were suddenly conscious that you weren’t wearing a bra. nor shorts.

“i’m fine.” you pull your blanket up to cover your chest. maybe it was the six pack of beer or the cask strength whiskey, but your head was pounding, and your heart was racing. he put a large hand on your thigh. your blanket hid your bare skin from his, but his gentle touch already sent heat pooling in your lower body.

“i’m sorry about your dad,” he says, “he’s an idiot.” he rubs your thigh reassuringly, perhaps innocently unaware of what he’s doing to you, “he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. much less his perfect daughter.”

you flush. was he really saying this? he continues, “i’ve tried to tell him so many times, y’know? how amazing you are, so filial, better than so many other daughters this day and age. he keeps blaming it on your mum leaving but god, that shouldn’t be a fucking excuse.”

he’s working himself up, you can tell as his brow furrows, his arms tense. it feels good to be validated, especially when your father was so unmoving. you place a hand on his toned arm, “i’m fine, but thanks.”

“but you shouldn’t be fine!” he stands up, pacing. you internally bemoan the loss of contact, “if i was your dad, i’d never treat you this way,” he sits back down softly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, “if you were mine, i’d take care of you.”

his flushed face is inches from yours, you can smell the whiskey on his breath and see the heat in his gaze, almost blazing. he cups your face gently, eyes studying your face before falling back to your eyes, “you’re perfect, so beautiful.” you hold his gaze, you don’t know where this is going but you don’t want this moment to end.

the moment ends when you both hear your father yell and a beer bottle break. he must have lost in a game of poker. before you can react, your father’s best friend shoots up, “i’m sorry,” he trudges towards your bedroom door, “i shouldn’t have come up.”

his hand is already on your door handle and your mouth acts before your brain can stop it, “no.” he turns to look at you.

your pull the blanket off, revealing your bare legs, nipples perky against your thin shirt, “stay.”

his breath hitches, and you can see his pants tightening. he can’t peel his eyes away from you but he manages to mutter, “it’s wrong.”

you turn your body to his, spreading your legs and placing your feet on the bed, exposing your core to him.

“please.”

whatever self control he had left seems to have evaporated at the pleading sound of your voice as he clicks your door lock into place and races over to your bed, forcing you to lie flat as he climbs on top of you, slotting himself between your spread legs, trapping you under him.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispers, leaning down to press featherlight kisses on your neck, “so beautiful.” you gasp as a hand grips your waist, running down the side of your figure.

“but this is wrong…” he tries to pull away but you stop him. “i don’t care.” you yank him by the front of his shirt, pulling all his weight on top of you as you press your lips together, running your hands down his broad back. he takes a second to react but follows your lead, he nips at your bottom lip and as you moan, he slips his tongue into your mouth.

he breaks away from the kiss, sitting up to pull off his shirt, revealing his defined abs. you let yourself feel him, reveling in the feeling. he leans back down, gaze never leaving yours but just as your lips are are about to meet, he stops. you can’t help but whine, though the sound is replaced by a gasp as a calloused hand cups you through your panties.

“you’re already soaked,” he laughs, “good girl.”

embarrassed but so unbelievably desperate, you let out a sigh, “only for you, daddy.”

he scoffs, “i know.” he pulls your panties aside, revealing your puffy pussy, “this isn’t the first time i’ve come up to your room.” he spreads you with his fingers, and you shut your eyes in anticipation, “i tried to find you last week to say goodbye but your walls are really thin. i heard you call out my name.”

the last time he was over, he must have come from the gym as his damp hair along with the tightest compression shirt you’d ever seen was enough for you to squeak out a tiny “excuse me”, before running to your room before you creamed yourself right there at the dinner table.

he slips two fingers into your greedy cunt, snapping you back to reality. he moves slowly, but his long, slender digits worked their magic, loosening you up while hitting at that spongy spot inside you. his thumb finds your clit and moves in small circles, causing your brain to short circuit. he hadn’t done much but the pleasure is insurmountable, the whole situation overwhelms you, and you find your core tightening, close. “cum for me,” he kisses down your neck, sucking near your collarbone. at his okay, you chase your release, writhing under him as his fingers continue working.

“so good for daddy,” he kisses you as you pant softly.

he slips his fingers out of your cunt and display them to you, slick and dripping. “messy girl.” you squirm as he spreads his fingers, showing off your viscous juices. he maintains eye contact with you as he takes his own digits in his mouth, sucking them clean, tasting you.

"sweet, just like you." he proclaims, booping your nose with the same finger that was just in his mouth seconds earlier. “can you take more?”

you nod. he grins, pressing a chaste kiss onto your lips. he sits up, one hand caressing your face and the other unbuckling his belt. he pulls it off in a swift motion, but before he can begin unbuttoning his pants, you move your hand to do so. "allow me," you smile up at him, puppy eyes glinting.

"someone's excited." he laughs, moving his hand to allow you to work on his buttons. his other hand, still on your face, makes its way down slowly, before his grip finally rests on your neck.

you unbutton his jeans and are faced with his grey underwear, straining from his bulge. “keep going,” he nudges you with his free hand. you pull at his waistband, allowing his cock to spring free. it’s thick, veiny, and big, bigger than any of the other boys’ you’d ever been with. tentatively, you wrap a hand around his length, causing him to hiss softly. your thumb doesn’t meet your fingers, so as you start pumping him slowly, up and down, you have to use two hands to grip him tight.

“god, you’re amazing,” he says with a sigh, giving your neck a gentle squeeze, gazing at you like you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever crossed his sight. when you meet his eyes you can’t help but look away. still, you manage a whisper, “i- i want you.”

“say that again?” he asks, distracted by your hands working to unravel him. you flush.

“i want you…” you meet his eyes, “…in me.”

he barks out a laugh, spurred on by your boldness, “anything for you.”

he moves to stand up, shrugging off his bottoms. he moves to your bedside table and rummages around, looking for something. “any condoms?”

you shake your head. “i must have ran out. are you clean?”

he laughs. “considering you’re the first person i’ve fucked in a few years, i’d hope so.”

“good,” you hide a cheeky smile, before giving him your best puppy dog eyes, “because i really, really want daddy to give me his babies.”

with a raise of an eyebrow, he accepts the challenge. he always loves you best when you’re confident. makes him want to ruin you. he climbs back over you, spreading your thighs apart and aligning the tip of his cock with your dripping cunt.

he looks at you for your approval, and at your nod, he pushes his tip in. you gasp at the stretch, his thick cock opening you up like a present. you wanted him, no, needed him to fill you up, to make you feel so, so full.

you rut into him and he gets the hint, pushing himself deeper into you. it starts to feel painful, and you clench around him, trying to seek some relief. your fluttering walls make him feel so good, too good. he could feel himself coming close. “don’t do that!” he warns, but it comes out more as a moan.

you disobey, of course, and squeeze tighter. wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him in deeper, causing you both to breathe in a sharp intakes of breath. any pain had evaporated into the pooling warmth in your stomach.

both of you stay in that position for a while, eyes locked. “fuck it,” he growls under his breath, grabbing onto your waist and pulling your body away from his, before snapping it back. he’s thrusting in, and pulling you off, all while his curved cock continues to hit that sweet, sweet spot that makes you see stars. you almost fall limp, but wanting to prove yourself, you start fucking yourself on his cock, lifting your hips and trying to move yourself to ease his load.

“such a good, a good girl. my good girl. my girl. my girl. mine.” he chants it like a mantra, each syllable a beat he moved along to as he fucked you silly. “who owns you?”

“you, daddy!”

he places a hand on your bare stomach and squeezes. following the curve of your body, he finds your breast. he takes your whole boob in his big hand, squeezing it so tightly it hurt. he moves to play with your nipples, rolling it around between calloused fingers, pebbling it. you moan and arch your back, allowing him to sink deeper into you.

“what a good girl you are, huh? fucking yourself on his cock. my pretty, pliant girl. ‘m gonna fill you up with my babies. wanna see your cute little stomach swell.” he lifts one of your legs, tucking it over his shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper than you thought he could. you’re squirming, trying to keep up with his relentless pounding but god it’s too much. his hand wanders your body, gripping at your tender flesh. he wants to feel you, every part of you.

just the thought makes the pooling heat in your stomach come to a boil, your toes curling, you cry out, “i’m gonna cum!” he continues fucking you, his stamina never letting up, “cum for me, my pretty girl, i’m close too.”

the pleasure is building to a climax and as he places a hand on your neck and squeezes, you feel your high washing over you, cunt convulsing over his cock. his grip doesn’t release, and black spots start to cover your vision, making you let out a shaky moan.

as he looks down at you, back arching and falling while he fucked you through your orgasm, the obscene sight of your precious body squirming under him is what takes him over the edge. he’s cumming into you, warm jets of white shooting straight into your cunt. his head empty other than his relentless thoughts, “mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.”

you both reach that peak together, gripping onto each other for dear life. when you’re all done, he presses a deep kiss on your lips and slips his softening cock out of you, rolling to lie by your side. still, greedily, he pushes his cum back into you, “take it all.”

he opens up and lets you roll into his arms. he places a gentle kiss on your forehead, and smooths out your tangled hair. you both lie there in comfortable silence, your eyes falling shut and his focused on you. soon, your breathing became even. when you fall asleep, he rolls himself out of your bed, looking down at your sleeping form, so peaceful and worry-free. he wants you to look like that always. slowly, he gets himself dressed to rejoin your dad’s party downstairs. tucking you in, he presses one final kiss on your head and whispers,

“good girl.”

GETO SUGURU, gojo satoru, zhongli, hajime iwaizumi, NANAMI KENTO, tetsuro kuroo, aki hayakawa

toji fucking your skull as you lay with your head dangling off the edge of the bed . . . the imprint of his dick that appears on your throat with every harsh snap of his hips has him growling in between moans about just how fucking deep he can get, how fucking good it feels to have you choking on his cock, how fucking hot you look like this . . the lack of oxygen flowing to your head has you dizzy, cheeks stained with wet mascara, tears, and dribbles of your saliva. it hurts, but it hurts so, so good— it’ll all be worth it when he cums down your throat, not once, not twice, perhaps even more than three times as your lips and throat milk him for all he’s worth ❤︎

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥.

—cw: gn!reader, term 'doll' is used, rough sex, switching positions, doggy style, mating press, unprotected, creampie, crying(pleasure tears), haven't proofread. Just my morning thoughts.

You know, Toji is so big that for him it's so easy to throw you around while being balls deep inside you. The veins on his big biceps look so hot when he lifts you up to change positions. The scar near his pelvic area slaps against your ass. His cock fills up your hole perfectly when he is fucking you from behind.

"Fuck, babe. You complain about my cock being too big, yet you take me like a champ," he whispers in your ear. He moves away from your ears, holding a fist of your hair. He yanks it back so now your moans aren't suppressed by the pillow. You let out the nastiest and loudest moan. Fuck, he loves it so much.

Toji holds your waist and turns you around.

"T-toji, ah—"

"Wanna see your pretty face when you cry for my cock, baby." You bite your lip, and cover your face from the embarrassment but he slaps your hand away, holding them above your head.

"Don't you fucking dare steal my entertainment, darling," the animalistic lust in his eyes forces out multiple loud moans from you, earning a smile from him. "Now that's what I am talking about."

Toji folds you in half with your legs pressed against your chest and climbs on you. You know what's about to come. He has you in mating press and pushes his dick as far as he can with a loud slap of your skin.

"AH! Fuck," you cry from the overwhelming feeling. He is fucking you so hard. Dick so deep inside you, you can't even breathe normally. He loves it. You are so fragile under his touch that he feels like he might break you in half. But you love it. You love when his cock is hitting the right spot. You love the feeling of his cum spilling inside you. Your thoughts drive you to your orgasm, walls spasming against his dick which results in you milking him. You feel warm and ticklish when he pulls out.

"Next is your mouth. I wanna fill all your holes." Your body is so fucked at this moment. Yet, you roll your tongue out like his good doll you are. His dick twitches at the sight in front of him. Oh he is going to ruin you tonight.

Bondage with Gojo

Sukuna Domestic Headcanons (NSFW)

Nanami | Gojou | Itadori | Inumaki

Please, this guy would be clueless about modern life... everything would confuse him and it would lead to some great laughs for you but also a grumpy, pouty Sukuna

Microwave? You mean a box where I can cook people in? Washing machine? I can drown someone in there? Television? He would think it was sorcery first... glare at it menacingly until he saw the unsolved mysteries channel and was hooked.

Cooking is hilarious... I mean this guy is huge right? So he eats alot! And it goes nowhere, you can't even tell since he has like single digit body fat but you have to cook a whole ass meal just for him.

He gets jealous so easily... you're talking on the phone to a friend? He's sat next to you teasing you with kisses. You're wearing someone else t-shirt? Good luck because that's getting ripped off soon. Someone touches you when you're walking around? Pfft, if that person isn't losing a hand, you're getting pulled into the nearest alleyway and marked up as his.

Speaking of, this guy forgets his own strength... or says he does. There's always scratches on your thighs where he holds you down when his mouth is on you, mouth and teeth marks where he likes sucking and biting you. Your ass is always sore from the spanks.

It's also very easy to make him jealous. So, so easy. Just a small hint of someone liking you or talking to you and this guy sees red. RIP that 😸

He loves baths. Legitimately will sit and soak in the bathtub for hours, has a range of bath salts and bubble baths just for this.

When he's been especially rough with you, he'll sit you in the bathtub with him. Your back to his chest and he'll rub the soap into your skin and look after you.

Acts all growly and rough, but in fact loves cuddles at night. He won't ask for them, but he'll be like 'are you scared of me? No? So, why are you far away?'

The one time you saw a plushie that looked like him and started sleeping with it in the bed, he started hiding it so you would cuddle him instead. The one time you found it in the oven 🤦🏻‍♀️

Walks around in his robes all the time, but not worn properly no, he'll have it open low so you can see his abs or the front open so his thighs are out when he sits down. He knows it gets you hot and bothered, so he'll do it on purpose.

Enjoys watching you dress up, especially when you do your make up. Finds the whole process fascinating, especially when your lipstick leaves ring marks around his dick.

The one time for Halloween you dressed up as him with the face marking and red contacts for eyes. He took one look at you and instead of going trick or treating you were pinned to the door and railed until you passed out. Suffice to say, he liked that alot.