Just Came To Drop This Here:

Just came to drop this here:

Katsuki with disabled reader having to do with the legals or feet. I can't stand for long periods of time, and I have awful balance. Ill randomly start falling over due to my disability. I feel like Kats would hold an arm around my waist to keep me steady or let me sit in his lap if he had the only seat/pick me up. Maybe he'd tell people to fuck off if they looked at me wrong/ as if I was weird.

All that's in my brain rn

thanks for sharing, love!! i think you’re right.

for a long time i’ve held the belief that, of all bnha characters, katsuki is one who i could see being able to handle having a disabled partner long term. the truth is not everyone can, but i can see kats doing quite well.

most of the time he just does what needs to be done without really batting an eye because he cares for you. and in his opinion, anyone who doesn’t like that can fuck right off. sometimes it weighs on him, but that’s normal, i think.

I need a Christmas miracle!!🌠

Monday, December 23rd: Hello, everyone. I’m Gem, a bi, mentally ill, and disabled woman in desperate need of help, as I am struggling to pay my overdrawn balance!!

I apologize for asking for help again; as most of you know from my previous posts, I have been struggling quite a lot to make ends meet while on welfare benefits and due to my rent arrears and ever-increasing debt. And to be quite honest, these past few months have been absolute hell for me, and with no other income, I've been relying on the kindness of others to get by.

However, I desperately need that kindness again because Christmas is in a few days, and my account is overdrawn due to chargebacks and fees. I don't receive my welfare until New Year's Eve, and if I can't pay it off before then, my welfare will be taken and I won't be able to get through January!!

Again, I know this is a lot to ask, but if anyone could spare any amount to help me, even if it’s just £1/$1/€1, it would save my life, and sharing definitely helps just as much.

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sparklylanddetective

1 year ago

EX-RiNG-FINGER. toji fushiguro

★ summary: perhaps going to your ex-husband‘s costume party wasn‘t the brightest idea.

cw: f! reader, dílf ex-husband!toji, he‘s possessive/clingy, degradation, pwp, quickie, praising, dirty talk, oral (f), overstim, brat taming, hair pulling, size kink, spanks, breeding kink, he’s mean but gets soft in the end, prone bone, reader & toji has 2 kids, angsty unhappy ending ;) (pet names: darling, sweetheart, baby)

★ note: HEY luvs, been a min! this can be read as a follow-up to tinder leg binder — ur choice! heavily inspired from try me by the weeknd :) happy father’s day 2 the #1 daddy toji !!!

STARBOY M.LiST

“ . . . Darlin’,” You let off a silent blow, pausing dead in your tracks once you spotted Toji— your ex-husband of three years. The ballroom was loud, blaring with booming music, you recognized a lot of Toji‘s friends and co-workers scattered everywhere, socializing with one another in their costumes for the event. Toji stood tall, intimidatingly with both hands buried into his pockets. He wore a black tuxedo— a matching grey tie along with long jet-black slacks and similar shoes to go along with the outfit. He looked suave. Your guess was that he was James Bond from the infamous 007 action movie. “You look gorgeous,” he muttered, snapping you out of your thoughts. You stared up at him, clenching onto your martini glass as he spoke. “I was staring to think you wasn‘t gonna show. But you always do. Like a good girl.”

You narrowed your eyes at Toji before staring up at him, and he‘s still showcasing that same arrogant smug expression on his face. “….I only came to say congratulations for starting your new business, Toji,” you muttered, taking another sip of your drink. “That‘s all.”

“Hmm,” Toji hums, glancing around the ballroom before placing his hands on his hips, his green eyes practically undressing you. “Oh. I get it. Heh. You showed up with a little date, right? What a shame. I‘d love to meet the lucky guy. Let him know who he’s dealing with,” and then Toji smugly snickers. “Warn him much of a brat you are.”

“You never changed,” you spoke in a vexed tone, ignoring his remark. Toji‘s eyebrows slightly raised as he listens to you speak, the way he gave you his uninvited attention never failed to make you somewhat remotely nervous. “What do you want Toji?” and his green eyes stares into yours, his gaze a bit more stoic he was always very hard to read. “Just spit it out already.”

Toji takes your martini glass that was halfway filled with some sweet tangy liquor drink, and he drank it up— you glared at him, and he chuckles lowly before swiping a tongue against his lips, staring back down at you. “Well, since you asked sweetheart, I . . . just wanna talk. A good mature talk with my pretty little wife,” and Toji walks a bit closer towards you, you stand still as he brings a hand towards your face, using the soft pad of his thumb to wipe some of the excess drink from the very side of your lip. “Alone.”

“If you‘re gonna start dating again, at least pick someone that looks better than me, baby.” Toji chuckles as you sat on his bed. The bed that used to be yours and his— you just decided to be reasonable and hear Toji out, and by the sounds of it he sounds very jealous. You weren‘t dating anyone actually, you brought a friend but, still. You glared at him and he hums to himself before bringing his glass up to his lips— taking another long sip before speaking again in a gruff gravely voice. “Heh. I bet he can‘t make you wet like I can.”

You blink twice, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared up at Toji and you wanted to wipe that smirk right clean from his face. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me little girl,” Toji replies, walking towards you. He makes you stand up and you suddenly grow weak in the knees — Toji looks down at you, and he makes you stare at him, lightly bringing a hand on your chin to face him since you‘ve always sucked at eye contact. The familiar scent of his cologne— it was always so intoxicating, making you dizzy from how good it smelt— making him even more attractive than he already was. “Giving me attitude and back talk,” he scoffs, “When was the last time you’ve got fucked right, baby? And I mean properly.”

Immediately, you felt your face get hot. Was he serious? Then again— it never surprised you, you lived, married, and had children with this smug, conceited arrogant epitome of a man. But you loved him, maybe a part of you still did.

Your eyebrows formed to another furrow the more he stared at you with those haughty green eyes of his. “…I don’t have to tell you anything, Toji. I saw you talking with that woman downstairs by the piano. I’m sure she’s dying for you to fuck her.”

Toji swiftly rolls his eyes at your answer. “Why fuck her when I can fuck my pretty girl right now instead?” And he brings a hand up to your lavish expensive necklace that shimmered against the reflecting light of the chandelier that was directly shoved the two of you. Whilst doing so— you spotted Toji still wearing his wedding ring. Even after three years. You stared at him, feeling the room suddenly get hot all of a sudden. There was no noise being created except for the blaring hearing of your own heartbeat pulsing out of your chest practically, and the sounds of the near deafening classical music blasting downstairs with the guests socializing and having a good time together.

“….Don‘t call me that.” You muttered. Hearing him address you as his wife did something to you.

“Or what?” He raises his eyebrows out of pure amusement. “I can call you anything I want and you’ll still get wet from it like a nasty girl. It’s pretty damn funny,” and you gulp quietly, watching Toji lean up close directly against your ear. “You used to love hearing me call you princess and baby,” he slyly speaks, and you feel him plant a kiss near the left side of your neck, “Orrrrr if we were nasty, my little whore or bitch. You really liked that, didn’t you, darlin’?”

“…………”

“Awww,” Toji purrs seductively, real low before staring back up at you, his black hair was slightly messy— even more so after he ran a hand through it. “You miss me. You miss your loving baby daddy. So cute I—”

“Shut up, Toji.” You glared, tugging down on your dark black dress that hugged your figures and curves perfectly.

“Oh yeah?” He cackles, and buried his hands in his long black slack pockets once more. Toji was just so smug, his tone was full of it completely before that same annoying smirk pressed against his pink lips. “Make me.”

And you definitely made him shut up alright— with his face in between your thighs, eating you out like an absolute starved man.

“….Tojiiiii….” you gasped, laid back against the bed, head pressed against the fat satin black colored pillow. If Toji was good at anything, it was eating a girl out— he could work his tongue for hours, no matter if tears streamed down your face or you try to pry him off while you’re still extremely overly sensitive. “F-Fuck,” you whined, and his tongue laid flat against your folds, he was nose deep— the very tip of cartilage swiping against your cunt like a credit card. His green eyes occasionally flicked up at you— and he gripped onto your thighs firmly. Toji didn‘t even have the decency to take off your dress yet, he just casually rolled it up and got straight to eating his favorite meal.

Your eyes nearly started to roll into the very very depths of your skull, his tongue eliciting all sorts of whiney moans from the back of your throat. You couldn‘t lie to yourself— you missed Toji, or maybe that was your pussy talking for you. His tongue, you missed a lot, and especially with how sloppy he was. Toji was always a messy eater, spitting all over your sopping folds— watching some of his own spit trickle down between your slit only to lick it up again— lapping with his tongue before sliding a finger inside of your cunt . . easily sucking it in. His chin was sheeny, covered with your slick, yet Toji could care less.

“Dammit…. T-Toji… we need to go downstairs,” you moaned, a hand reaching into his messy hair, pulling him briefly to look up at you. “You’re gonna have your toast w-with the other guests soon…”

His was so pussy drunk within a few minutes, he looks up at you with a mere glare— jade colored eyes narrowing while he slides his tongue between your pearly nub to watch your thighs shake beneath his grip. “The party can wait sweetheart,” he mumbles, bringing a single kiss to your cunt before grazing a thumb down your slit before spanking it— making you let off a surprised moan. “This pretty wet pussy can’t.”

Your mouth slightly goes agape— a tiny whimper leaving your dampened lips, legs continuing to shake and shake as if it was a violent rumbling roar of an incoming earthquake. “Gonna.. cum againnn Toji…..” you babble, and he chuckles once your right leg starts to shake again. He teases you a lot by occasionally stopping and pausing the amazing stimulation — coating your inner thighs with dampened kisses, licking anywhere and everywhere but your poor now neglected pussy and you whimper. “Toji,” you whined, eyebrows starting to furrow and curl together. You chased your own breath like a cat chases a mouse, going on such a crazed high. “Fuck- fuckkkk— Toji…..”

“Heheh,” Toji lowly chuckles— and he‘s disregarding your moans completely. He takes a few moments to depart, creating bite marks near your thighs, tongue softly grazing against the crevices of your legs before diving right back in again. “Funny how your little bratty attitude always disappears whenever I’m eating you out,” and the most sensational rippling orgasm rips out of you— your legs shaking between his firm rough hands that gripped your thighs. Your eyes roll back as you laid slumped on the bed— exhausted while Toji slurps you clean, lapping your savory honeyed slick like a dog. “You don‘t know how much I’ve missed my favorite pussy.”

You whimper— feeling Toji start to eat you out again after your overly dramatic climax, eyes widening as you tugged on his long black strands, a cute attempt to pry him off. “Toji o-okay okay… just fuck me already..”

“Oh? Made up your mind, darlin’?” Toji mutters, sitting up and pushing your body closer towards him. He looked down at you and his stare was so incredibly captivating— pink glistening lips still sheeny with your slick on him, he made a quick swipe, licking his lips clean, tongue simultaneously sliding against his scar and it had no reason being that sexy. Toji leans up close to you, using a thumb to playfully pull your bottom lip flat the more he stared into your eyes. “Just tell me you want me. Tell me you want me and I’ll make you forget all about that dumb date you came here with,” and his eyes lowers, leaning closer towards your face. “Let your husband show how much he‘s missed his pretty wife.”

You nearly let off a whine, feeling Toji bring a knee between your legs— still incredibly sensitive as you glanced up at him. You hated how much of an effect he had on you— even after three years of being divorced. The both of you were always faithful and committed to each other, no one cheated and there were hardly any arguments. But it’s just a way of life, perhaps the two of you got married at the wrong time, besides you’ve always expressed openly on your opinion on how you hated his deadly job of being an assassin. Warning him one day he’d end up in a body bag someday, you’d be a widow alone with your two children he gave you. Toji— like the prideful arrogant man he is, would always reassure you though, that nothing would ever happen to him.

You wanted to believe him. You did.

Little did you know how that would catch up to you in the long run.

But at this moment, you didn‘t care. You missed Toji, it’s been too long— you can’t even remember the last time you’ve even touched yourself. Work and the kids always kept you busy.

“I want you Toji. Please..” You mumbled.

“Aw. I know you do sweetheart,” he coos in a low tone, there‘s a certain rasp to it to make you flutter in not just your heart— but between your legs too. Toji lightly wraps a hand around your neck, and pulls you into a deep and passionate kiss. It was so abrupt, you didn‘t expect it as he caressed a thumb against the middle part of your neck. You moaned in his mouth, it was such a salacious scene of tasting yourself on your ex-husband‘s tongue along with the strong, sweet tang of whiskey on his tongue. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest as you felt his tongue rub against yours, it was sloppy— even so it only made you let off another whine, feeling Toji graze a hand up your thigh, the slit of your long pitch-black dress exposing your leg briefly as a hand starts to rub against your exposed clit— white laced panties lazily pushed aside by him. To be fair, Toji Fushiguro was never one to take your panties off, he‘s the type to eat a woman out with them still on— he’s always been the kind.

Once he breaks the kiss, you nearly gasp for air, almost feeling dizzy. “Prone bone.” is all he says. Two simple words for such a sultry position, one of his favorites to do on you, and it was as if your body immediately knew what to do.

“But— my dress….” You huffed.

“Nah. Leave it on. We‘ll be quick,” he mumbles, and you lay on your chest on the bed— feeling Toji softly slide his rough hands to pull up your dress, he felt himself grow hard the more he stared at your body, the pretty stockings you wore— hugging against your thighs before you hear him fiddle with his belt. “Been three damn years. Bet I‘ll have to stretch my pretty baby all for me.”

You let off a soft noise, feeling Toji raise your hips up just a bit towards him— it was like doggy, but more sensual, a more thorough way to get deep between your walls which was exactly his intention. “Hurry t-the fuck up Toji or the party‘s gonna be over and—”

“Don‘t rush me little girl,” Toji grumbles, giving your ass a spank and you whine. Right then, you let off a soft moan— feeling Toji rub his angry red reddened tip against your folds. “Mmm,” he kisses his teeth, and he starts to sink himself in, completely stretching you to the maximum point. A pretty whine rips out of your mouth, Toji kneels just a bit further, both of his hands pressed against the smoothness skin of your back before grunting. “Good girl. Don‘t arch that pretty back, just lie— flat down . . and take this dick. It’s missed you a lot. Heh.”

“Stretching me, Toji,” you whimpered, softly nibbling on your bottom lip— your mouth slightly opened, feeling his length hug tight against your walls. He lets off a grunt, a low one that‘s filled with such rasp it makes your desperate pudenda twitch and pulsate. “F-Fuck.. ’s big..”

Toji hums smugly to himself, and you let off a gasp, feeling him drag both of your arms, pinning them behind your back, holding both with one hand with ease before he presents a steady pace only to start meanly drilling into you. “Squeezin’ down on me so tight darlin’. . . ,” he grunts— and you let off another choked gasp, Toji taking you roughly from behind, both of your wrists restrained by him. A tiny smirk tugs on his lips even though Toji can‘t physically see you as he‘s jackhammering his hardened length between your slipper folds, he’d bet good money your mouth’s all open, eyes rolling back to very very end of your cranium. “Tell me something baby,” Toji sniggers, and each spot makes you moan for him louder and louder. “You let anyone else touch her?”

“Touch….? Touch who..?” You stammered cutely.

“Touch my pussy, whore,” he growls, spanking your ass and you swear underneath your breath. Toji‘s weight slightly hovers over you ass his hips continue to strike against you, it feels so good, you almost forgot how good of a fuck your husband was.

Ex-husband anyway.

Only he knew all the spots and angles, the areas to make you whine and scream— and he carried that fact with him proudly as if it was a trophy.

“No…” You moaned, your voice a bit shaky as he still gripped onto your wrists, biting your lip.

“Ya sure, baby?” He replies, and his tone is full of smugness, you always hated how condescending he was— so annoying, always having the last and final say in things, that annoying smirk forever and always plastered on him — oh, how you‘ve always dreamt of just wiping it off his face. “You don’t gotta lie to me, hon. It’s okay if you were a little horny while we were divorced, heh.”

You swallow whatever source of pride you had left, not even caring anymore— your body got shivers from feeling his fingertips start to ghost against the strap that hung over your shoulder from your dress. “Maybe a few… one n-night stands.”

“Awww,” he purrs, and you feel him repeatedly piston his hips against you from behind— going mad with his thrusts to where it has you babbling words of complete nothings. “Any of your little bitches fuck like me though? Bet they can‘t. This pretty pussy stays all wet just—” and he pauses, letting off a mean low grunt, “Just for me,” and his voice lowers an octave, it‘s an almost seductive whisper, it sends you shivers everywhere, the feeling of Toji‘s weight primarily being against you— casually taking you from being and snatching off such moans from your throat, it felt way too good— you even started to question why the two of you divorced in the first place. “Such a pretty girl.”

Bawling the black satin sheets into your hand, you whine, feeling him drag his left hand to hold towards the back of your neck as he kept up a pace— all you could hear was Toji‘s smug laughter, you nearly gagged, feeling him suddenly shove his fingers into your mouth and he didn‘t expect you to start sucking on them. “So nasty for me,” he grunts, the crown of his cock hitting against your g-spot to make you cry out his name it was so loud, it reverberates and rings all across the room, shutting out the music from downstairs completely. “You close baby?” He hums, hearing your whines get more louder— Toji removes his fingers from your mouth, watching your own spit depart and he smears it all on your face, smudging your lipstick in the process— total asshole. “Heh. So cute.”

“Gonna cummmm… Toji…” You moaned, eyes rolling way back. He was hitting every spot, the way his hips mercilessly rolled— rough but gentle at the same time to send you to complete perplexed convulsions got you so dizzy. “S’good…. have to cum p-please.”

“Dunno if you deserve it,” Toji grumbles, bringing your ask a spank and you whine— the scenario was so lewd that your tongue started to loll out, only Toji could get you like this, being such a dirty side out of you. “How ‘bout you beg for me a little, hm? Do that and I‘ll maybe consider it, sweetheart.”

You whimpered— the red tip of his shaft brushing constantly against your sweet spots, it had your toes curling and back nearly arching.

“Toji…..”

“Y/N…..” He mocks your whiney pathetic voice. Toji purposely butchers your tone, changing his low rough voice to how you spoke. It was embarrassing. Some dare say even humiliating. You wanted to smack him— you nearly gasped, feeling him grab a fistful of your hair from behind, a hand lightly held against your neck. “You heard what the fuck I said. Beg or you can make yourself cum, whore.”

You let off a tiny whine— feeling his pelvis smack, pat, and thwack against you as he jerked his hips from behind you, sending you to a complete trance. “Please Toji, lemme c-cum please,” you spoke in a quiet voice, you sounded so pathetic, white noise feeling your ears as you let your ex-husband pound you into the mattress. The mattress the two of you both shared way before, wasting many days away by just laying in bed together, doing nothing but talking. You‘d be lying if you say that you didn‘t miss Toji, you brought out the best in him. Even though that took a long time— he‘s never been one to settle down, he ran through women like it‘s nothing but that all stopped once he met you. As cliche as it sounds, it‘s true. Toji‘s still the annoying cold-hearted smug bastard he always was when you were with him three years ago, but in a way you got him to soften up, especially when the two of you created two beautiful kids of your own— not to mention how both of them were the exact spitting image of him. But again, perhaps the two of you just married at the wrong time.

“Go ahead,” he snaps you out of your thoughts, soft slender fingers caressing the back of your throat. “Cum all on me baby,” and he leans in, kissing the top of your forehead as he still claimed you from behind— his girth tremendously expanding inside of you, you almost forgot how stupidly big Toji was. He always knew how to stretch you out with pure and total ease. “That‘s it relax, pretty girl. Make a mess on your husband. I‘ll clean you right up, yeah?”

“F-Fuck Toji…” You cried out, and the way he talked you through your orgasm was so sexy, you felt his hips stutter and slow down just a bit for you, a hand still tightly wrapped around your neck. The coil within you snapped, gnawing down on your lip— you came and it felt so good, you can‘t remember the last time you climaxed, let alone that good. Toji gets all close and personal next to your ear as he‘s still buried deep between your gummy walls, warm breath brushing against your earlobe— you could smell the rich liquor on his tongue as your eyes rolled back, still making a mess from his fat cock bullying your folds completely. “Fucking h-hate you. All you know how to do right is f—fuck me good. Nothin’ else..”

“Heheheh, is that right?” Toji lowly chuckles, and he flips you over right after you came— watching you try to catch up with your breath. You landed on your back with a soft oof, and watched as Toji started to tear off your dress. “Listen little bitch,” he purrs, sounding so smug as he completely ripped it into shreds— you were way too sensitive from just climaxing that you didn‘t really care. Toji found it cute even in your state, you‘d still always find a way to act like a brat. “. . . Got some nerve saying shit like that,” and then he slyly smiles, realigning himself— his facial expressions contorts, obsidian colored eyebrows raising at your mouth starting to open, feeling him start to go inside again, “You want me to fuck you harder, that it? Beat this sloppy pussy up just for you?” And he gets closer to your face, within seconds he‘s balls deep and you moan lewdly, your legs wrapping around his slim waist before he snickers, “I get it. You ant another baby, don‘t you sweetheart? How ‘bout I give you two more, make you extra filled so you can shut the fuck up. Be a pretty little mommy for me all over again. So gorgeous with your tummy all swollen.”

“Please—” You nodded pathetically, wrapping your arms around his neck. Toji still had his tuxedo on, and regardless of the beads of sweat starting to drip down his forehead, he looked so incredibly handsome. The rich black color really coordinated with his matching hair color and made his dark viridescent green eyes pop each second he second he looked at you. “Fill me up Toji. Make me a mommy again.”

He chuckles, pressing a hand against your tummy, feeling how deep he was truly reaching and it made you let off a tiny hiss— the back of your left ankle rubbing against his slim waist, the colliding against the sheer fabric of his suit. “Was kidding but I knew you‘d be into that shit. Nasty girl. But fine. I‘ll give my pretty baby as many kids as she wants.” Toji‘s voice is rough as he speaks before he leans in— bringing you into a deep carnally kiss. You moaned into his mouth again, holding onto him tight as you felt him pound into you— getting you so dizzy, nearly choking on your own pants. As his body pressed against you, you slightly opened your mouth, feeling his tongue drag against yours, and it was so sensual, occasionally he‘d bite down on your lip to tease you.

This kiss had so much emotion, you hadn‘t realized how much you missed Toji— funny enough, you only realize it while he‘s deep inside you, stirring your insides up like pancake batter. The kiss was primarily angry— it was long and purely relentless, honeyed, sweet, and incredibly sloppy, Toji missed you too, as stubborn as he was. No woman could ever compare to you in his eyes. As when you two were dating— and broke up after the fact, he‘d always still moan out your name with other women, embarrassing himself in the process, sometimes he‘d do it on purpose though. Because he‘s… Toji.

Though— Toji loves to finger other women with his wedding ring still on, imagining that woman‘s you, your pretty cunt tightening around his fingers, whining in his ear with that sweet needy voice of yours that he‘s always grew to know and love.

He kept kissing you until he left you gasping for air, it left your head spinning like a merry-go-round. “So cute,” he grunts— his hips stuttering once more as you took his hefty length, you squeezed around him so tight it makes him angrily suck his teeth. His tip of his dick massaged your inner walls as if it‘s profession was a masseuse— the way his mean antagonizing thrusts hits against you left you almost hypnotized, yearning, begging, and pleading for more in that whiney pathetic voice. “….Fucking dammit,” Toji spats, feeling his muscles tighten against you— he felt himself getting closer and closer. He cups your chin, staring dead at you, and you could never read his expression, that same stoic sly façade he always kept up like some sort of wall that could never be broken. “Gonna fill you all up, baby. Fuck a whole— heh . . daycare into you. That‘s what you want, ain‘t it?”

You nod, hands wrapped around him. “Y-Yes Toji please. Stuff me full please, n—need you to breed me s’bad,” you sniffle, and he feels the very heel of your foot trace against his back once more. It was cute. That sly haughty smirk reappears on Toji‘s pink lips— some of your lipstick smudged against his mouth before he bullied his dick further and further against, around, and all between your pretty gummy walls. “Wanna feel you so bad.”

“Baby, you will,” he smugly replies, bringing a kiss the the top of your forehead. The both of you were in missionary now— his pace was so reckless, so frenzied, so hungry. The moans you let out was so salaciously high-pitched and whiney, you could hardly even recognize yourself. Both bodies pressed against each other— you felt as if your temperature was through the roof, the crown head of his cock brushing against that infamous g-spot of yours, transmitting your vision to see pure white— it was dramatic, almost as if this scene was out of some hollywood movie. “F-Fuck,” he grunts, bringing a kiss towards the outline of your jaw. “Be a good girl and take it all for me. Saved all this s-shit for you for so long, darlin’.”

And within seconds, Toji‘s pelvis slightly tilts against yours, you felt your back arch just a bit and he‘s spewing out stringy velvety ropes of cum inside of you— and it‘s a lot, it almost makes your mouth start to water. Toji slows his unrelenting pace down as he‘s climaxing— he‘s deep inside your walls that‘s tightly holding him captivate. His breath gets shaky and heavy— both sides of his face starting to burn a bright red, growing flustered as he lets off a deep baritone-like grunt.

Then Toji pulls out for a brief moment, a hand pressed against your stomach while he swipes the tip of his sensitive frenulum part of his rubs against your cunt that‘s spilling with his thick bands of cum. “Tojiiiiii—” you whined, and he was teasing you, rubbing the head of his dick against the mess that was just being created, almost as if he couldn‘t take his eyes away. As if he was mesmerized by his own seed spilling out of your pretty swollen pussy. “M-More.”

He snickers scornfully, sliding a hand up your thigh, before pushing both legs towards your knees, his grip is strong and firm.

“Greedy ass woman,” he sucks his teeth, and his tone is contemptuous and playful— still very much arrogant. “Don‘t be mad at me if you end up with triplets.”

Toji brings you into another deep kiss, and you whimper once he shoves your knees towards your chest, he continued to piston his hips into you as his lips locked against yours— by now you forgot all about the plus one you brought with you, much less the fact the two of you were at a party to celebrate Toji‘s occupational success. But yet here he was, his own version of celebrating— by using your sweet loving cunt as a gift, he was grateful, even if he wouldn’t be caught alive saying that directly to you.

He looked so drunk— off of love, Toji‘s eyes were half-lidded as he kept switching through multiple positions with you, using your sweet pussy as if it was a bucket to store all tremendous thick ropes of his cum. He was touchy— he couldn‘t help it after ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. Your pretty long black dress that was practically ruined and torn now thanks to him, he couldn’t help but run the calloused tips of his fingers against your figure, watching you spasm and lose yourself completely on his cock.

“Gonna c—cum again Toji,” you sputtered, and you were riding him now, he‘s slumped back against his pillow, his eyes never leaving your perfect body. Toji slowly licks his lips as he watches you babble over and over from his cock disappearing over and over between your clenching folds, gripping onto your waist before pulling you towards him. He slid the top part of your dress down, sliding your bra aside, and starts to flick his tongue teasingly against your perky hardened nipple. He cups his lips around it, his dark green eyes staring, glaring at you as you kept riding him. “F-Fuck…” You whined, and Toji was so whipped for you, he didn‘t even have to say anything.

His tongue continued to swirl around your pretty swollen nipple, and you let off a whine, feeling him playfully nip and bite on it— hearing him let off a low chuckle. “Mmm. Taste so sweet,” he says in a raspy tone, departing his lips before cupping your right breast, squeezing it firmly. “Gonna cum again for me darlin’? Go ahead. Be nasty for me.” he purrs, shoving you directly into his chest, a rough hand starched to your waist, another clasped near the very back of your neck.

You whimper as your thighs ache and twitch— the way your hips jerked against him before you lost total composure, coming again, and at this point, you‘ve lost count of how many climaxes Toji‘s stole out of you. The fire in your abdomen burned greatly like a wildfire, tears poking your eyes and he gruffly chuckles at your dumb state. Once you rolled off of him, you laid beside him— panting while staring up at the ceiling.

“Thanks for ruining my dress, asshole.” You glared, still speaking in a breathy tone— lightly nudging him.

Toji slyly smiles, pulling you close towards him, wrapping an arm around you. “I’ll eat you out again as an apology, woman.”

It was like time stood still for a moment as the both of you tried to recollect breaths, then Toji made you face him, lying down on the bed to stare towards you, and his face looked like it softened. “I wasn‘t lying though. I miss my wife.”

“Really..?” You mumbled, deadpanning.

“Yeah,” he replies, sitting up— his hair was messy yet still attractive before he lets off a sigh. “I invited you here so we could try again, you know? I know there‘s been times I’ve been a lousy husband to you, not really there for you and the kids because of how much time I spend at work . . . ” and he speaks, you stare at him, taking in every word he says— he sounds serious, not as cocky and conceited as he usually does.

“Let’s start over. For us, for our children, Y/N. I’m not the same man I was when you last saw me, and I wanna change for you,” and he kissed the top of your forehead. “I know I can be an arrogant idiot but I wanna do better, I promise,” and he genuinely looks like he means ever word, his face was a lot more relaxed— not as stern. “You’ll always be the love of my life, sweetheart. Every single rebound or hookup that I’ve had for the past three years I just kept seeing your cute ass. Your pretty face, those soft loving eyes and that annoying glare you always give me when I’m right about something,” he chuckles before then having a change of attitude—he grumbles, avoiding eye contact for a little. “. . . Even though it pains me to say that out loud, I mean it. Let’s re-marry again. I’ll do everything in my power for us all to be a happy family again. You me and the kids. Nothing else matters. I love you and only you, baby.”

You take a moment to sink in his words, and it felt like dozens of knives struck in your heart— you’ve always felt the same way, you’ve just been waiting for Toji to finally say it back. And he did. The last time you heard Toji murmur those three words, eight letters, ‘I love you,’ was practically three years ago— and it stung hard like a deadly wasp, hearing him say it again.

“…Toji,” you sniffled, staring deep into his green eyes, hearing your heart pulse through your ears. “I lov—”

But before you could say, ‘I love you back,’ you abruptly woke up next to your two children beside you. You woke up confused, eyebrows furrowing. The literal same bed as your dream— you’re laid on the side where Toji usually sleeps, slept, and it was cold and empty, deserted.

Then it all came crashing back into you.

Your ex-husband was dead. Gone.

Long long gone. He died months ago while trying to assassinate a pricey bounty— some one by the name of Gojo Satoru who just so happens to work at Jujutsu High— who happens to even teach and train your children to be a strong and ruthless sorcerer. Just like their late daddy. A single tear rolled down your face, you felt angry, everything . . was a dream—? But he wanted to get back together, start over and re-marry. You were gonna give him another chance, and he was so happy about it. It’s like all the words he said to you in that dream kept replaying over and over and over again in your head like a broken record.

“What‘s wrong mom? Is it the hormones again?”

You blinked, staring up at your eldest son— a teenager that looked like the spitting image of Toji.

“Huh.. what?” You spoke, confused.

Your son trails his eyes towards your stomach, and you rub a hand against your bare tummy that happened to be…. round? You froze, the realization hitting you like a truck.

He got you pregnant again, as he promised. The two of you were keen on having a few more kids. Toji wanted more boys while you wanted more girls, formulating many different cute baby names to come up with together. The two of you planned to even re-marry after you had your unborn babies— it was oh so adorable.

But your husband‘s dead, and you were all alone.

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