❦ cw ; f!reader. fluff.
toji fushiguro had no intentions of getting married again. even when you came crashing into his life with all the love in the world for someone so stubborn and hardened, he could never get married again.
when you taught him to style his daughter tsumiki's hair and he saw the way her eyes lit up, that "never" became "unlikely".
when toji awoke one night to megumi crying out for you after a nightmare startled him and you came running at two in the morning, "unlikely" became "maybe".
when his daughter and son said goodbye on their first day of school and tsumiki called you her mom, "maybe" became "possibly".
when toji caught a bad flu and you stepped up to take care of the kids while continuing to shower him in love and care, "possibly" became "probably".
when megumi accidentally tore his most treasured dog plushie and bawled until daybreak, toji watched as you painstakingly taught yourself how to make a dog plush from scratch. he fiddled with the velvet box in his pocket as "probably" became "soon".
as toji stands at the altar, dressed to the nines and shuffling nervously, he catches a glimpse of his daughter with a flower basket, and his son with a ring pillow, both awaiting you in wonder. toji swallows nervously as music fills the room and he catches a glimpse of you, the woman who stole his heart and made him whole once more. the burly and stoic man quickly wipes a tear as he watches you walk down the aisle towards him, the most gorgeous sight he's ever laid eyes on. suddenly "never" seems so far away, and "forever" is all he sees.
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frog - jinshi x reader (Spoiler Warning for Chapter 63 of the manga)
"hng." Jinshi whimpers, face flushed as you freeze.
It's a frog. You fucking swear it's a frog. You didn't just accidentally grab and squeeze Jinshi, a fucking eunuch's, dick. You did not. You are hallucinating. That was the frog that jumped on you and knocked you off balance— nOT Jinshi's dick or whatever. He shouldn't even have one!
"Sorry." You sit up, legs still straddling Jinshi as you get off of his chest. "I saw a frog and fell."
Jinshi sits up with you, face flushed in embarrassment as you pray you can play stupid out of this one. It was hard enough that he literally witnessed you hurl a rock at the assassin with eerie precision, but you would rather die than have to die with Jinshi because you found out he wasn't a eunuch.
Every day your loyalty is tested when around this man.
"That makes this way easier." Jinshi sighs, grabbing you by the shoulder as you tense up to lean back from him. "I have a confession to make. I—"
"I think I killed the frog." You mumble, face pale. You're acting. You have to. You are not following Jinshi to the grave and cleaning up the aftermath of his ass getting someone pregnant.
"No, listen, that wasn't—"
"Oh my god, I'm not gonna make it to heaven." You mumble again, staring at your hand before wiping it on your chest. "Master Jinshi, I'm going to hell."
"No, that wasn't—"
"I'm going to hell because I crushed a frog..." You mumble.
Jinshi gets fed up with your acting, pushing you backward into the dirt as he cages you in, lifting your leg as he presses his clothed erection into you. You yelp, trying to crawl away, but he holds you in place, eyes staring through yours to your soul as you shake underneath him. Playing stupid didn't work this time.
"That was not a frog," and he rolls his hips against yours for emphasis, watching as you mentally restrain yourself from moaning. God, since when were you this lewd?! "Stop playing stupid, pretty one. You gave it a good squeeze too."
You freeze up as he lowers himself ever so slowly, and you blurt your thoughts out before you can think of what the best choice is at the moment.
"I am not having my first kiss on the dirt in a cave!" You cry, praying that it's enough. Seriously, you aren't following Jinshi to the grave. He may be hot, and women may throw themselves at him and men turn gay for him and nations go to war for him but you are not following him to the grave. Your loyalty does not lay that strong. You don't want to die just yet.
Jinshi leans in anyway, lips brushing yours as a bark sounds above you as you call back, and you sigh in relief when you hear Maomao's voice.
You're saved. Oh heavens, you're saved.
How to Train your Demon Masterlist
Summary: Life has all kinds of wins and losses. You don't know which category to put your new demon husband in though.
Pairing: trueform! Sukuna x Fem Reader
Tags: MDNI!, red string of fate trope, true form sukuna, librarian reader, soul mates, reincarnation, accidental summoning, love at first sight (but it's one-sided (until it's not)), Sukuna is demon, but he's v much in love, p in v sex, hand mouths, unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving), sukuna has a praise kink
*nsfw
Rule no 1: Don't Show Fear
Rule no. 2: Assert Dominance
Rule no. 3: Remember to Feed Him
Rule no. 4: Introduce New People Slowly
Rule no. 5: Never Leave Him Unattended
Rule no. 6: Develop a Commanding Voice
Rule no. 7: Reward Good Behvaiour
Rule no. 8: Get Him a Companion
Rule no. 9: Make Sure Instructions are Explicit
Revisit Rule: "Don't Show Fear" ?
*Revisit Rule: "Develop a Commanding Voice" ?
*Revisit Rule: "Never Leave Him Unattended"?
Throw The Rules Away
Thanks for reading lovelies!!!!
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TEXTS WITH CHOSO ⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ random texts with your bf choso
Wearing their hero costume!
Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Ejiro Kirishima, Tamaki Amajiki
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Infinity Masterlist
Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader
Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.
Part 1 | my broken maid
Part 2 | my childhood friend
Part 3 | my world
Part 4 | my life
Part 5 | my maid again
Part 6 | what doesn't belong to him
Part 7 | not my wife
Part 8 | start over again
Part 9 | what he deserves
Part 10 | what is yours, is mine
Part 11 | new life, new beginning, new death
Part 12 | another simple beginning
Part 13 | sukuna and a crush
Part 14 | shoko's advice and gojo's teasing
Part 15 | your confrontation, sukuna's answer
Part 16 | i am yours, but are you mine
Part 17 | then what is special
Part 18 | one and only
Part 19 | call you mine
Part 20 | it'll be alright
Part 21 | a hint of normalcy
Part 22 | a prelude
Part 23 | sick and what ifs
Part 24 | worry more
Part 25 | moving forward
Part 26 | quelled fears
Part 27 | coming soon !!
⋆。˚୨୧˚。⋆ — He holds you tightly in his arms, his milky seed dribbling out of you as he nuzzles into you.
Choso laid next to you, his strong arms wrapped around you with his head nestled against the back of your shoulder as his milky seed dribbled out of your ruined cunt. The two of you were cuddling after he'd fucked you so hard, so well, that you couldn't walk right. His breath was ragged, still catching up from the intense sex session the two of you had just enjoyed.
Your mind was in a haze. Your eyes were closed, but you couldn't bring yourself to drift off into slumber. You were so warm and safe, wrapped in his arms. You never wanted to move again, “Mn'Choso~” you called softly.
“Hmm?” he hummed, his voice ever so sweet like honey.
“I love-hah~!”
He squeezed you tightly, burying his face further into your back, “Love you so much,”gently thrusting his cock inside you once again to make sure his cum stayed deep inside you. His hips ground against yours, moving slowly and deeply inside of you as he tried to coax more cum out of himself to fill your womb, “please, I beg you, Kitten... Let me fill you again~”.
Your eyes rolled back as his thick cock hit all the right spots inside of you. It was so easy to let him take over your body and have his way with you.
It was so easy to say yes.
His hips snapped forward, slamming his cock against your cervix with a groan. His grip around you tightened, holding you like a lifeline. He had never known love before, never knew what it was like to have a warm body pressed against him.
He could never get enough of you, would never get enough of you. You were everything to him. He would gladly spend the rest of his life giving himself to you, making you feel good, worshipping your body.
You were so beautiful, so perfect.
So soft.
So warm.
So full of his cum.
So full of his cock.
He loved you.
He loved you so much.
And he’d never let you go~ ♡
teacher gojo finger fucking teacher!reader in a storage closet
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
“shhhhh,” gojo whispers in your ear, pressing his hand harder against your mouth. you gripped his wrist that was working between your legs for leverage as he fucks his fingers inside you.
the only sound you could hear was the wet mess between your legs, the sound only getting louder the longer he went on. gojo’s chest is pressed right against your back, and you can hear just how hard he’s breathing. his chest is rising as falling as fast as yours, and you swear you can hear him let out moans of his own.
“hurry sweetie, i have a class to teach in five minutes.” he teases, kissing the side of your ear. you narrowed your eyes and tried to speak against his hand, but he refused to move it. HE was the one who dragged you into the storage closet and ambushed you like an animal in heat.
your legs squeezed around his wrist when he flicked his thumb out to rub your clit, helping you cum faster. “this is what you need, right?” he whispers, his voice so close to your ear you tilt your head away at the ticklishness. “yeah, this is what you needed. i’ll keep touching it for you.”
you leaned your head back against his chest, breathing hard through your nose as gojo gives you exactly what you needed. you can feel how hard he is behind you, but he doesn’t even so much as push his erection against you. it could be self control, or it could be him ready to burst in his pants at any moment.
when you feel it rising, you tap his arm and grip his forearm with both of your hands, hard. gojo doesn’t slow down in the slightest, and you can feel his muscles flexing under your fingers. gojo presses his chin on the top of your head and looks down at his fingers in your pants, making a loud mess between them.
he’s breathing heavily with you, his sounds louder than your own. and when he crooks his fingers inside you and hits that sweet spot, it’s over. you crumble when your orgasm washes over you. gojo holds your body tight against him, one arm wrapped around your torso to keep you up, and one knee between your legs to keep you spread for him.
“yeah, just like that.” he whispers out of breath, working you through it. “god, you’re dripping.” his voice is so heady and rough, and he doesn’t slow down his fingers until he’s milked the last drop of your orgasm out of you. gojo pulls out his fingers and spins you around, hugging you to the side of his body with one arm.
you’re unsteady on your feet, face flushed and head out of it as you place your hand on his abdomen and hug him for support. he ruffles your hair sits his chin before quickly making work of his pants. “this won’t take long.” he smiles, winking at you before returning to the buttons on his pants.
he makes quick work of them, pulling out his incredibly hard cock, it’s so wet in the dim lighting it looks like he’s already cum. his smile morphs into a euphoric expression, and your mouth opens in suprise when after three jerks of his hand, his cum is already shooting from his dick.
his abs are flexing under your hands and shaking with the intensity of it. he has to bite his lip to keep his moans at bay, at the moment he finishes he’s smiling at looking down at you with that handsome expression. “told you it wouldn’t take long.”
jason todd is the kind of boyfriend who not only understands but actively encourages your weird and vaguely tendencies when it comes to him.
whether it’s sucking on his fingers, biting his bicep, or gnawing on his forearm, he’ll allow it, because it’s his darling girl who wants a taste of him.
you’re half asleep, sucking on his thumb before pulling it out with a pop of your lips. you groggily murmur, “jay…jay bird.”
“yes, baby doll,” he’d say immediately, turning his attention to your form.
“if it didn’t hurtcha… ‘nd if you let me…” you mumble, voice coated with sleepy thoughts, “i’d cut open your chest cavity and live there. you could keep me in your pocket… you’ll let me be in your pocket, huh jay?”
“o’course i would, sweetheart,” he answers easily, not unnerved at all by the dark turn in your sweet voice, “i’d keep your right next to my heart.”
dating a civilian
The meeting had been dragging on for too long, and Mark was already exhausted. Missions, responsibilities, the weight of being Invincible—it was all piling up. But when Eve made her comment, all of that faded into the background.
"Mark, I just don’t get it," Eve said, crossing her arms. "You’re risking too much by being with a civilian. You know that, right? She can’t keep up with you. She can’t fight. She’s vulnerable."
Mark’s jaw clenched. He slowly turned to face her, his usual easygoing expression hardening into something unreadable.
"You think I don’t know that?" His voice was quieter than usual, but firm. The room went still.
Eve hesitated. "I just mean… You live in different worlds. What happens if she gets hurt because of you? Or worse? You should be with someone who understands what it means to be a hero."
Mark let out a sharp breath, his fists clenching at his sides. "You don’t get to decide that for me, Eve. I love her. And yeah, she doesn’t have powers, but that doesn’t mean she’s weak. She’s stronger than you think."
"Mark—"
"No," he cut her off. "She takes care of me. After every fight, every mission, every time I come home half-dead, she’s the one who patches me up. She’s the one who holds me when I feel like I’m falling apart. She makes me want to be better, not just as Invincible, but as a person. And you think she’s not enough just because she doesn’t have powers? That’s bullshit."
Eve frowned, clearly taken aback by the force behind his words. "I just… I worry about you."
"Then trust me to make my own choices," Mark said, his voice softer but no less determined. "I know what I’m doing. And I’m not going to let anyone make me doubt that."
The room was silent. No one else dared to speak. Mark exhaled slowly, shaking his head before turning away, ready to leave. "I’m done here."
When he got home that night, he didn’t say anything at first—he just wrapped his arms around you, holding you close, breathing you in. You could feel the tension in his body, the weight of the conversation still lingering on his shoulders.
"Mark? What’s wrong?"
He buried his face in your neck, his voice a little rough. "Nothing. Just… I love you."
You smiled softly, running your fingers through his hair. "I love you too. Always."
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his gaze full of determination and something fiercer—something protective. "No one gets to tell me that I shouldn’t be with you. No one."
And you knew, without a doubt, that he meant every word.