Cw. They Don’t Fuck Actually, Breeding, Size Difference

hiii! i hope ur doing well <33 anyway, is it okay if you can write the adult trios favorite sex positions and kinks?

$. FAV SEX POSITIONS AND KINKS! ─ the adult trio.

¢. 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ─ h. morow + c. lucilfer + i. zoldyck

¢. 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ─ what's the adult trios most desired cravings? let's find out..

¢. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ 1.4k+ wc. pwp. sex positions. mentions of the following kinks: bdsm (dominance). knife play. degrading. praising. roleplaying. impact play. power play. sadomasochism. breeding. hand/feet kink. bondage. corruption kink. (17+).

$. 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐰..

¢. hisoka loves every single position there is to exist and his own made-up ones, which having sex with him is always like gambling, you'll never know what's going on.. you'll have your legs above your head and the next second you'll be tied up against the wall. but, he does have a favorite position out of all of them!

¢. he's a man that enjoys the sight of an ass (c'mon, i know you know he does, have you seen the maintenance he has for those chiseled ass cheeks of his??) making his favorite sex position, doggy style.

¢. he loves being able to grip onto some squishy flesh, digging his nails into you and marking you up while fucking you senseless.

¢. doggy style supports him to drill harder into you. being able to pull you back by the hips and slam you right back onto him while enjoying the sight of you stuffing your face into some fluffy pillows.

¢. he really enjoys watching your ass bounce back against him as well.

¢. he also enjoys doggy style because he likes to pull you flush against him by the arms or by the back of your neck; bareback against bare chest, making it easier for him to whisper filthy sins at the shell of your ear.

¢. which is one of his favorite kinks, degrading and praising. he loves to remind you of how much of a whore you are for fucking him like one. but, if you're handling him well and he's in a good mood, he will praise you for how well you're taking him.

⤷ hisoka also loves praise! praise his body with soft words or even with simple touches, he will melt.

¢. but mind you, this man is filthy, and adores plenty of other kinks.. he's a sadomasochist by heart and loves putting his desired fantasies into bed.. hisoka loves impact play. he enjoys seeing the imprints he blossoms onto your skin with his hands or even with his sharp cards to mark you up and the little twinkle in your eye of plea. he doesn't mind at all if you hurt him physically either, he has a high pain tolerance, and well, he simply enjoys the pain. so biting, scratching, and pulling his hair, he will get a thrill out of it.

⤷ which hisoka enjoys power play as well, so he expects you to at least put on a fight rather than submit so easily for him because it's more, “entertaining” that way.

¢. loves, loves, loves! using his nen ability, elastic love *aka* bungee gum, as the use of bondage play. he loves being able to tie you down with your arms and legs spread out or hanged up at a certain angle so he could fuck you.

¢. loves orgasm control. denying and edging you is his favorite because he gets to see those whiney eyes and pouty lips you always display out to him. the look of need and desire makes him cum on the spot when you beg him.

¢. and lastly, hisoka has a major corruption kink! he loves the fact of turning his favorite and sweet little fruit into a nasty one. hisoka really gets a kick out of it because it always surprises him seeing the filthy things he's shoved into your brain and you use it on him.

$. 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐞𝐫..

¢. what a vanilla man he is.

¢. chrollo adores casual, intimate, hands-on sex, making his favorite sex position, the cowgirl position.

¢. he loves the feeling of you grinding yourself on him as his callused hands can freely roam up and down your body; squeezing and slapping at your tender flesh as your hands can wander around his chiseled torso.

¢. chrollo also likes this position because he can also easily take control, planting his feet down firmly and pistoning his hips up against yours or flipping you around into missionary. making that position, his second-best favorite position.

¢. chrollo loves missionary because the feeling of having his body flush against yours is so intimate to him. and the feeling of being so deep into you really makes him amused at the way you moan louder from him.

¢. so, that's when his praising and dirty talking kink kicks in. he'll whisper sweet nothings to you when you two are so close; it always makes you shiver when he says just the right words which sometimes they sound like there taken out from a twilight book–

⤷ but if you praise him?? chrollo will melt so hard internally but will simply smile at you and say, "oh, yeah?".

¢. this man absolutely loves roleplay! chrollo loves the idea on taking roles where you can dress up as a cute little maid or act as an innocent nun. p.s- he's a sucker for lingerie!

¢. chrollo is into marking too, he likes to give you hickeys or dark spots and doesn't really mind where it's located. he's a thief and enjoys labeling his goods with his marks.

¢. even though it's not necessarily a kink? he loves cockwarming! because it's really romantic and sensual, and intimacy is a huge kink for him. he’ll always be the first to ask whenever he's reading, “darling, mind warming me up while i read?”. although, sometimes it is difficult to do without it getting too steamy with you..

¢. a romantic man he is, he loves food play. the thought of spraying that sweet and thick foam of whip cream over your skin just to lap it up really turns him on. and even simply sharing a few cherries and strawberries with you; admiring the way your lips would wrap around the sweet treat.

¢. chrollo’s deepest and most secretive kink he has is a hands and feet kink. he thinks hands are so elegant; the soft touches they deliver, the painted nails (preferable red or black), the water like movements, and to the way they look around him. he thinks feet/toes are naturally beautiful; the way you can slide off sheer leggings or socks and expose the smooth beauty, the painted, clipped nails, and mostly because they lead up to the fleshy legs/thighs. (he's also a deprived man for some long legs).

$. 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐳𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤..

¢. an extreme apathetic man has to have a favorite sex position, right?! of course! and that is.. every top position there is to exist–

¢. illumi will only do sex positions where he is on top. no, ifs ands or buts. so, he secretly loves the mating press position.

¢. illumi loves sinking himself inside of you as deep as he can because that's where he feels safer and secure at. he simply enjoys the feeling of stuffing you in such a tight position where your legs are beside your head and your bodies are pressed together.

¢. and since this is his favorite position, that's when his breeding kink kicks in. feeling so deep inside of you, he can't help but think to dump his thick load into you because he knows that's where it belongs. he believes his cum should only be inside of you and breeding you.

¢. illumi's dark past has put a toll on his life and sexual fantasies.. he's grown immune to being whipped and chained down.. and he's secretly grown a liking to the pain.

¢. the idea of spanking/paddling you is a form of dominance for him or in other cases a punishment, only if you've been a little brat. he loves taking control at all times and when you try and get out of control, a simple swat to the thigh or butt will put you right back in place.

⤷ so basically, he's a brat tamer.

¢. illu is a possessive lover, therefore he wants all your feelings to be caused by him. so, sex swings, shibari bondage, bondage, and anything that basically can tie you down so he has full control of you really sets his wires straight. illumi is just so used to being in charge, so he can't help but not tie you down until you behave.

¢. illumi is a sucker for when you tug or pull on his hair but only if you do it without the intention. he doesn't like the idea of you hurting him willingly because he thinks your trying to take control but likes it if you do it unconsciously, that makes him feel a lot more powerful than usual.

¢. illumi. likes. wax. play. the idea of pouring a warm liquid over your skin reminds him of cum for some odd reason. seeing you wince slightly at the heat it brings, makes him feel so dominant, and will use it as a discipline on you if you're too sensitive. he also just enjoys the sight it leaves once it's peeled off.

¢. illumi loves orgasm denial and edging you as a form of dominance and behavior control! he wants to see you beg and plea for him to continue.

¢. but he does have a kink to force your orgasms when not expected. he’ll force them so hard on you to the point your crying and babbling nonsense from how mushy your brain is and how sensitive your body becomes. he is not a nice or fair man in bed at all.

you can’t take Wakasa to a bar bc when he gets drunk, he’s an absolute menace to society.

and what I mean by that is that he gets bold, like very bold…

he’s saying how he’s going to fuck you out loud; “m’ gonna beat that pretty pussy up tonight, all the neighbors gonna know my name!” he says into your ear, thinking he’s whispering as he licks your cheek.

he’s constantly kissing on your neck or squeezing your ass in front of Benkei and the others.

but you can’t lie that you don’t like it when he gets a lil’ tipsy bc he’s his nastiest when he’s under the influence. you just love it when he pulls you into the restroom and proceeds to blow your back out..

and let him tell it, he swears your pussy feels warmer and tighter every freaking time.

BITE MY TONGUE — toji fushiguro.

ABOUT: upon paying a visit to your local tattoo parlour, you leave more than satisfied.

WARNINGS: sub fem reader, tattoo artist au, overuse of petnames, tiddy sucking, finger sucking, body writing, teasing, talk of toji being a bad dad.

WORDS: 2.5k.

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"what can i do ya for, princess?"

though you rolled your eyes at the pet name, your stomach did a flip as the attractive, inky haired individual posed the question. instead of thinking up a clever retort, you merely shook his flirtatious smirk off and explained your ideas for the intricately detailed floral arrangement that you wished to have tattooed on your sternum.

"got any other tats, doll? it's gonna hurt, better make sure y'r prepared."

"yes," you mumbled weakly, finding yourself somewhat intimidated as toji stood up from his chair. his sheer size was frightening, and his black tank top that revealed his own heavily tattooed skin did nothing to soften the man's image.

"don't be nervous; i don't bite. follow me and we'll get ya set up. name's toji, by the way."

you trailed few steps behind him, eyes flickering between the dark lines adorning his skin. you could make out different sized depictions of koi fish and dragon scales, of pagodas and spider lilies. there was even some lettering in amongst the patterns — you assumed that they were the names of those important to him: "megumi" and "tsumiki".

he led you to a backroom and motioned for you to take a seat as he started to set up his station. toji pulled out a folder full of his premade sketches and, lo and behold, you fell in love at first sight. looking up to him with your wide and bright doe eyes, you explain precisely what you wanted as well as placement.

"i'm gonna need ya to take your shirt off, doll," toji instructed, "gotta look at where i'll be tattooin'."

heat rushed to your cheeks at the question, shrouding you with embarrassment. you knew that you'd have to get topless in order to get your desired tattoo, but you hadn't imagined that the artist would be so darn attractive. it took him looking away, busying himself with his inks before you could muster up the courage to slip your shirt over your head. it left you clad in your lacy pink bra that perfectly complimented your skin tone, or at least that's what toji thought. he had to maintain his professional composure, however, you were making it incredibly difficult.

"bra too, sweetheart," he requested, "i can give ya some pasties if ya want, but i gotta see that skin,"

you debated his offer, though ultimately declined — they wouldn't make a massive difference anyways. leaning forward in your chair as you reached around to unhook your bra, only to fumble with the clasp.

"need a hand there?" toji smirked, an empty offer masquerading as a sleazy joke. he hadn't anticipated for you to say yes.

you'd have his hands on you at some point, so why not allow him to help? toji's large hands made quick work of your bra, skillful fingers unhooking it. in an attempt to alleviate your nervousness, you tried to make small talk with the man - but what came out was certainly not what you intended.

"it looks like you're quite experienced at this," you stuttered as soon as the words left your lips, wishing to suck them back in. toji cocked a brow as he looked at you, wondering if you'd really just made a comment on how experienced with women you perceived him to be.

"i- i mean- your tattoos! not, umm, anything else!" you spluttered, mentally cursing at yourself.

"i've done my fair share." he chuckled, loving how flustered you already were. "tattoos and women, that is."

you truly couldn't decipher the seriousness behind his tone, even wondering if he was mocking you. "i, erm, i think i'll go. . ." you mumbled as you reached for your discarded shirt.

"come on now, sweetheart! i'm only messing with ya. it's all business here. . ." he gave you that look, as if sizing you up, before adding a barely audible "unless ya ask nicely."

you allowed yourself to listen, getting yourself comfortable in the chair, and toji began preparing you as he did all of his clientele. the pair of you just made small talk for the time being, mostly him talking about his own tattoos and how he got into the business, including sharing that the names on his back were of his children. that line in particular made your heart drop, because of course a guy this attractive was already in a relationship.

"i bet both your kids think you're the coolest," you replied, shivering slightly as toji's calloused hands graze over your sensitive skin. "you know, having a tattoo artist for a dad."

"wouldn't know," he responded flatly. "both live with their mothers; i jus' see 'em every now and then. it's better that way, i guess — ain't go no asshole to fuck 'em up."

"oh," you really weren't expecting that revelation, let alone for him to be so open regarding such deeply personal details. "i'm sorry."

"'s fine, really."

the two of you sat in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. you internally reprimanded yourself for ruining the atmosphere, and toji was left to dwell in thoughts of what could have been if it had worked out with his past lovers. it wasn't until the man accidentally brushed his hand over your nipple that the uncomfortable silence that had descended finally ceased. and for the third time during this short appointment, you begged for a mystical black hole to appear and to swallow you whole.

you moaned as toji's thumb danced over your skin, albeit for a brief moment. he looked at you in both shock and awe, amazed at how pretty your whimper sounded — imagine what he could do if he was actively trying to pleasure you. his confidence once again grew evident due to the smirk plastered on his features, akin to cheshire cat leering at you whilst you hurried to gather your things and leave.

"what's the rush, princess? got a hot date to get to?"

you didn't have anything to say, simply staring at the flooring as your face heated up in embarrassment.

"c'mon, i see the way ya look at me. you ain't foolin' no one, darlin'. now how about ya sit yourself back down and i can give ya a little bit more than a tattoo?"

he'd read you like an open book, even having picked up on the pet names that made your knees buckle most.

"if it's any consolation, sweetheart, i think y'r the prettiest thing that's ever walked into this shop."

and with that, toji inched towards you. his large hand cupped your cheek, caressing your soft skin. he gave you ample opportunities to push him away or to withdraw yourself, but you failed to make even the slightest indication of resistance as he moved to plant his lips on your own. you would have expected a man of his genre to be harsh and bitter, yet every little shift of each muscle was laced with a sincerity and gentleness that you hadn't felt before. kissing him back with a certain fervour, you could feel the corners of his lips turn upwards and the scarred skin around his lips graze over your own. 

toji’s hands found your tits, eagerly groping at your chest whilst paying extra close attention to your sensitive nipples. he took a moment to move his mouth downwards, trailing a line of sloppy kisses towards your stiff bud. you couldn’t hold back your whines as the man took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around and suckling lightly. instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, working to pull him closer to you. there was an evident bulge in his tight jeans, and you brushing against it drove toji absolutely feral as he ravaged your body. 

“fuck, princess,” he growled against your skin, his hand edging dangerously close to your waistband. your mind felt too hazy to conjure an adequate response, resorting to bucking your hips against toji’s hand. although he understood, he wanted to hear you say it. “big girl words, darlin’,”

a group of strangled moans and barely coherent pleas fell from your lips, only for toji to shoot you a playful yet threatening glare. “please…” you mumbled, looking away in embarrassment once again. “wan’ you to touch me, toji,”

“atta girl.”

and with that, toji shuffled you out of the rest of your clothing, not halting until you were fully bare underneath him. the slight cower you had perfectly contrasted the anticipation and lust present in your blown pupils that practically shone under the studio’s lighting. you crossed your arms over your chest, not liking feeling so exposed. toji wasn’t a fan of this, however, for he quickly scooped up your wrists and pinned them above your head with a single hand. the other moved between your legs, assessing how wet you already were for him. his thumb caught your clit as it moved over your arousal, eliciting a drawn out cry of his name. 

“you’re already drippin’, princess,” 

you opened your lips to retort but failed to utter a single sound before toji slipped his thumb into your mouth, commanding you to suck it clean. you followed his orders perfectly, looking up at him with the most innocent, wide eyes that you could muster. once satisfied, you released the digit with a lewd “pop!”.

“shit, baby,” 

without letting go of your wrists, toji used his free hand to shimmy down his jeans and boxers, revealing his heavy cock. it slapped against his stomach, standing tall and already leaking beads of pre. your eyes widened at the sight, wondering if the man actually planned on putting it in you.

as though he had sensed your concerns, toji positioned himself to rest his cock against your stomach, getting a view of just how deep he’d be inside of you. smirking once again, he couldn’t help himself from grabbing a marker from his tattoo station and drawing a line across your lower stomach, just above the tip of his cock. 

“ready f’me, hon?” he asked, waiting for you to nod your head before he sunk his cock deep into your cunt. it was a stretch at first, with toji going as slowly as possible so as not to hurt you. strings of curses filled the room, accompanied with the squelch of the man working his way into your cunt. his free hand sought out your swollen clit, alternating between massaging delicate circles and swiping side to side in order to see what you liked best.

by the time that toji had finally bottomed out inside of you, tears were brimming along your lash line. he stayed still for a moment, allowing you to better adjust to having his fat cock buried inside of you. 

"you know, darlin'," he began to muse, "you'd look real fuckin' cute with a tattoo here." 

toji picked up his marker once again, and sketched a small rose on the left side of your stomach. each stroke of his pen was done with precision and care; in that moment he was truly an artist painting his blank canvas. it took him a few minutes until he was done, asking you what you thought of it. 

"can always get ya something a little more slutty if ya want," he added before doodling on your inner thigh, and a set of butterflies soon appeared on your skin. at this point, you'd been cockwarming him for a while and were ready for him to fuck your brains out. this resulted in feeble attempts to buck your hips against toji. 

"stop fuckin' moving, sweetheart. i'll ruin that pretty little cunt of yours in a sec, yeah? just gimme five more minutes."

that five turned to ten, and ten to twenty. your entire body ached for an orgasm, and couldn't take toji's teasing any longer. at this point, he'd sketched a good few tattoos on your thighs, and was currently working on his pride and joy for you: a filthy womb tattoo, with intricate spirals linked to a heart in the centre. with a few final swishes of his pen, toji left you with his name written inside of the heart. 

as soon as you heard the clatter of him putting down the pen, your pussy clenched in anticipation. toji did consider asking you to beg for it, but you looked so fucking cute covered in his markings that he couldn't hold himself back for a moment longer. he slid all of the way out of your cunt and pushed all of the way back in, beginning with a slower pace. if it wasn't for his grip on your wrists, you would be dragging your nails down his muscular back. 

toji's balls slapped against the fat of your ass as he sped up a little bit, brushing over the sweet spot that made your back arch. "fuck, darlin', if ya keep squeezin' me like that, i ain't gonna last," 

even with such little effort, toji had you falling apart underneath him. you admired the flexing of his biceps as he used his grip on your wrists as leverage to fuck into you, beads of sweat running down them. because of how long he’d already been in you, both of you had heightened sensitivities and your respective orgasms were already on the horizon.

you’d been reduced to inaudible begs of “more”, unable to find the strength for anything else. you came with a cry, gushing all over toji’s cock. your cunt pulsed around him, sucking him in as though she was craving his cum. it took every ounce of self control for toji not to fill your pussy with his seed, as he instead opted for pulling out of you. although your babbles shifted to complaints at the loss of contact, the man released onto your lower stomach with a few languid pumps of his cock, defiling your pretty self with his thick, ivory ropes. 

he held you still for a moment before placing a kiss to your chest and putting himself back into his jeans: if it wasn’t for the sweat that stuck his raven hairs to his forehead, passers by wouldn’t have expected that anything else was up. meanwhile, you were left lying on his seat, covered in both his sketches and cum, completely nude - you’d even left a wet spot between your legs. toji worked to clean you up, quietly reassuring you that you were okay and praising you for having done such a good job for him. knowing that he couldn’t consciously tattoo you now, he offered to drive you home to make sure that you were safe. it was a simple gesture, the gravity of it only becoming clear upon realising exactly how out of character this was for him. 

toji had taken a liking to you, and the phone number that he’d left scrawled on your thigh showed as much. 

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You watch as Levi does push ups, his shirt was soaked by sweat, it was very warm outside and he has been working out for at least an hour now, he looked so good. When he finishes he looks over at you on the bench and approches you, his eyes running open and down your body tho his expression stays the same. "Here." You throw him a water and he easily catches the flask, sweat running down his biceps. He takes a sip before taking a seat beside you, his hand resting on your thigh. "How long have you been watching me?" Levi is aware that you love watching him work out, you always did even before you two got together. "Enough to let you have your way with me right now." That gets a slight eyebrow raise from him. "Hope you're not saying that just for a fucking show."

And oh boy you didn't, Levi's hand was over your mouth as you were facing the bookshelf while he was pouding you hard. You grabbed the wood tightly, eyes rolling back each time his cock hit your spot. The library wasn't the best place to have sex but Levi was too eager to wait. "Atta girl. Always taking my cock so well." He grunts, his other hand squeezing your breast, his thrusts getting more erratic. He spins you around and quickly pins your back against the shelf, his hands spreading your legs pulling up up and keeping you against the bookcase as he continued to fuck you hard. Your lips meet in a fierce kiss, his tongue immediately making it's way to your mouth, few books fall off the shelves when Levi speeds up. "Fuck...your pussy feels so fucking good..." He grunts between hot kisses, his abs clench when your nails tug on his shirt. You bite his lower lip when your walls clench around him and you cum, your legs shake slightly but Levi isn't letting you down. "Aww you think I am done with you? How cute. I'll continue fucking you until you can't walk, princess."

Hello what are your thoughts on toji x reader but toji has a massive breeding kink

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masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. toji and his breeding kink .

─── ☆ notes. sorry this upload took so long pookie i'm just now finishing up everyones requests that they've sent in .

─── ☆ length. 483 (4 min read) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, just porn no plot, drabble, sweaty sex, body worship, mating press, hickeys, biting, overstimulation, marking, mentions of dilf!toji, size kink(?), choking | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Like molten lava Toji’s lips felt pressed against your already warm skin, his weight pressed against your back caging you against the mattress.

His hands were planted around your hips, lifting them just inches away from the mattress to better arch your ass in the right position for him to hump his length inside of you.

With each thrust, his chin rests just in the dip of your shoulder, vocal. His gruff moans and muffled praise about how good you felt were all you could hear over the sound of your own.

Despite coming over three times, Toji seemed to always encourage you to accomplish higher numbers, at least lasting until the point of exhaustion.

All the man had was pent-up energy from years of distracting himself with work and being a single father for so long, providing for his family. 

So when you strutted into his life ready to jump his bones as the first woman to have sex with him since the birth of his son, you better believe Toji took the opportunity to fuck you into his king-sized mattress with open arms.

But that didn't mean that you still couldn’t complain as he fucked you until your legs trembled, your thighs were covered in dark hickeys, pussy was practically raw from the overstimulation and, god forbid, the heat. 

Sweating all over each other as the temperature from your friction seemed to warm up, turning the bedroom into a personal sauna.

Toji’s hips ground into your ass, the angle hit just the right spot that you had whimpering out his name like a prayer.

You felt cock dumb being spread out starch naked and having his weight press you down, his legs in between yours as he held you down in place.

He had disregarded the condom during the first round, and just that reminder had your head spinning.

Your nails fisted into the blankets for dear life as he trailed kisses along the back of your neck. His soothing kisses were soon replaced with teasing bite marks, making you jolt as another orgasm started to creep on both of you.

The feeling was dangerous, having Toji cum inside of you for the first time, all you could think about was him stuffing you full. The possibility of getting you pregnant seemed to be the clearest thought in his mind as he panted against your hips, rutting roughly.

His fingers wrap around your neck, lifting your face from the blankets and craning your neck just enough to catch you in a messy kiss. 

You hadn't given it much thought because you were too preoccupied with the sensation of his sudden deep thrust to breathe properly as his warm cum painted your insides white. 

The rest of his weight fell against you, and the spark you felt having him still inside you as he struggled to catch his own breath was indescribable. 

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Relaxant

K. Sakusa

Pairing: TIMESKIP!Kiyoomi Sakusa x f!reader

Summary: You help your roommate relax.

WARNINGS: NSFW!Smut, Oral Sex (m.receiving) Angry Sakusa,

*this is like a year old and I really love Sakusa, so I thought to post on here

Sakusa was furious.

You two were roommates, and he had made sure you were aware of his hatred for germs. Which is why he begged you not to go to the party. But you still did, not wanting to miss out on the fun.

When he noticed you were gone, he immediately knew where you had gone, and picked you up. He dragged you back to the apartment, which brought you to this position, he was yelling at you and treating you like a child.

He was walking in circles, yelling while you watched amusingly on the couch.

“It’s not that big of a deal Omi, relax.” You told him, patting the space next to you. He didn’t listen and continued ranting.

After a few more minutes of ranting, you stood up and dragged him and forced him to sit on the couch.

“I’ll help you relax.” You said, as you got on your knees.

Sakusa watched as you unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, along with his trousers. His dick sprung out, and his size surprised you. You grabbed it and pumped it slowly. Your thumb swiped over his slit, spreading the pre-cum.

You spit on his dick, to see what form of his reaction it would cause, but to your surprise he did nothing. You lowered your mouth and licked the tip, which caused him to grunt. You did this a couple more times before bobbing your head.

You tried to fit it all in your mouth, but you gagged since it was too big. Instead of trying again, you took your hand and started stroking the parts you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You took his dick out of your mouth, which made a pop sound. You decided to use your tongue more so you dragged it around the base until it met the tip, which you swirl your tongue around before putting the dick back in your mouth.

As you bobbed your head and hollowed your cheeks, you had the great idea to look up to see if Sakusa was enjoying it. You looked up, and to your surprise his head was tilted back, and his left hand was on his mouth, trying to silence himself. You kept looking at him, as you kept bobbing your head.

He finally looked down at you, and he removed the hand from his mouth, revealing a smirk on his face. He took that same hand and started pushing your head down, making you gag.

“Such a nasty girl.” He continued pushing your head down, “Your mouth feels so good.”

He finally let go after you looked back down and let you do your thing. You took your hand and cupped his balls, which made him let out a low moan. Once again, you used your free hand to stroke the parts you couldn’t reach.

“Fuck keep doing that-” He groaned. And you knew what that meant, he was about to come.

You felt Sakusa twitch in your mouth and not too long after, Sakusa let out a moan followed by him shooting his cum in your mouth. You pulled him out of your mouth and he grabbed your chin, tilting it up making you look at him.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded and you did, showing him his cum. He spit in your mouth, which turned you on even more.

“Such a nasty girl, swallow my cum and my spit.” You did as you were told and swallowed it, which earned you a pat on your head.

“You know, I usually don’t like nasty stuff or people, but for you I’ll make an exception.” He stood up and pulled his pants back up. You also stood up from the uncomfortable position and sat down on the couch. You stared at him as he walked to the kitchen to prepare himself a glass of water.

“And you were right, that definitely did help me relax.” He spoke as he poured the water into the glass. You stared at him, patiently waiting for him to come back.

You expected something in return. He put down the empty glass, and grabbed his keys that were on the counter. You cocked an eyebrow, confused about what he was doing.

“Where are you going?” You asked and he chuckled.

“I have to take care of some business, why? Did you expect something in return?” He scoffed and you nodded in shame, looking at your lap. He walked over to you and grabbed your chin, to make you look at him.

“Disobedient girls don’t get rewards.” He smirked before pecking your lips. Shortly after he left the apartment.

Toji Fushiguro

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Gojo Satoru

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Geto Suguru

1

─ "You planning on coming back to bed anytime soon or what?"

You look over your shoulder at the sound of your husband's hoarse voice, wincing a little at the thought that you’d woken him up.

( Or rather, she did…)

However, between the two of you, you were the only one with enough self-awareness to feel guilt over it. Your daughter, on the other hand, continues teething on the strap of your nightgown as you try to make her a bottle, not a care in the world aside from her hunger.

"Soon, I promise. I'm sorry we woke you up."

Ran waves a hand at you in dismissal as he pushes himself up off of the wall he’d been leaning against.

"It’s fine, love. Wasn't sleeping anyway."

You give him a remorseful smile when he fails to hide his yawn, arms extended as he stretches. He grins and follows you into the living room, sitting on the arm of the couch, watching the two of you with the attentiveness of a husband and father. He slouches a little as he looks down to peek at her over your shoulder. Big, watery eyes stare back at him as his daughter continues biting at the fabric, tiny fists holding on to the thin strap for dear life.

She drools some more as you screw the cap shut, scrunching your nose at the feeling. Your husband snorts at the sight, poking a finger into the fat of her cheek.

"She's gross."

You turn to kiss her cheek as she reaches her sticky fingers out towards her father.

"I know she is. She’s teething," you say, words muffled against her baby soft skin.

He leans further into you both, bumping his nose against hers gently.

“Stinky girl, aren't you?”

He pulls back to kiss your forehead, reaching for her in the process.

"Come here, baby. Let's give your mama a break."

"Go put a shirt on, she'll spit up on you too."

"Nah, it'll be fine."

You shrug and stand to go wipe her drool off of you. He’ll find out soon enough, you think. She's temporarily satisfied with sitting on her father's lap, babbling at him in a language he didn’t quite understand just yet. He plays along nonetheless while tiny fingernails scratch at his tattooed skin, as if she had a message of immediate importance she needed to deliver. He moves a hand to support her back, the other reaching for her palm as he splays it against his own. His eyes soften at the sight and he shakes his head to rid himself of the emotions creeping up. Clearing his throat, he calls out to you, motioning towards her fist.

“Did we not just cut these?”

You turn around, sighing as your line of sight falls onto the nails digging into his skin. The teething alone had proven to be overwhelming, but to watch as she continued to grow, as she grew faster every day ─ you often wondered if his chest felt as tight as yours. There was nothing the two of you could do to stop the inevitability of it all─ nothing but bear witness to every phase and every stage.

“I’ll try and do them again when she falls asleep. I think she’s been scratching at herself too.”

He lays her in his lap, inspecting her limbs. There’s a long faded red mark on the left side of her thigh, and another on the underside of her arm.

“Jeez, baby. What’s the deal?” He kisses her nose and she giggles, lifting a spit covered hand to tug at his hair. He makes a face of disgust at her and you laugh as you make your way over with the bottle, handing it to him.

…

He tried.

He really did.

But her happiness was short lived, as she turned this way and that to avoid the bottle in his hand.

“Why is she only like this when I try to feed her?” He furrows his brows, begging her to ease up on him. She refuses to indulge him and you feel his insecurities fester.

It was a constant worry of his throughout your pregnancy, one that he hadn’t voiced till you got closer and closer to your due date. He was scared that she’d hate him ─ terrified that she’d be better off without him.

Though it had proven to be difficult, you’d done what you could to reassure him. It wasn’t until the nurse had first placed her in his arms that he understood what it all meant ─ what it was all supposed to mean. There was a role he was meant to fulfill, and with the surge of emotions he constantly felt around her, he didn’t think it would be difficult at all. He’d avoided your gaze at the time, concealing the tears he had shed over her ─ the child that was part him and part you.

When the two of you had fallen asleep, he had kept watch, leaning over the bassinet to stare at her, long finger hesitantly stroking the skin of her cheek. He’d wondered then, how it was possible for a father to abandon his own kin… He wondered how his father had been able to do it to them. He didn’t understand it at all. He doesn’t think he ever will.

─

He winces as she kicks at him, cheeks red and angry. His heart hurts as she cries.

“What the hell did I do? What happened?”

“It’s not you, baby. I told you, she's teething."

He looks at you in confusion, stress etching his face. You kiss his jaw before you reach for her ─ a weak attempt at easing his concern.

"Ran, go back to bed. You have work tomorrow. I'll stay up with her here."

"No."

“No? Why not?”

You hold her against your shoulder, rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her. You adored them both, you really did. But when his attitude clashed with hers, your exhaustion increased tenfold, and all you could do was wait for it to pass over.

You think he senses this, listening to him groan as he leans back into the couch.

“Can’t you just bring her back to our room? I can handle the crying, it’s fine. I’ll take her back to her crib when I get up in a couple hours. Just ─ “

He cuts himself off and looks away, rubbing at the back of his neck. You wonder what it was that he had wanted to say.

Let me be there.

Don’t do this on your own.

Don’t leave me alone.

It didn’t matter. You understood.

“Can I ─ ?”

You hum, nodding as he takes her out of your arms once more. You follow him back to the room and he lifts her up high into the air as she cries and cries and cries.

“God, you’re annoying.”

You smile as he brings her close to him, biting her cheek.

“Just like your mama”

You punch him in his gut and glare at him as he chuckles, throwing an arm over your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

─

He tries to feed her again once you settle into bed while you look over his shoulder at her reluctance to even consider the bottle.

“Okay, she hates me.”

You laugh at the look of terror on his face and press a kiss to his shoulder.

“I think she just doesn’t want the bottle,” you hum, leaning for the small towel you kept beside the bed.

“She’s not hungry?”

“No, she is.”

“So what’s the problem?”

You sigh.

“You won’t get everything you want all the time, you know,” you coo at her as she fusses in your arms. “Your dad is trying very hard.”

His heart melts at the sight ─ at the sight of you, the sight of her, the sight of you and her.

You pull at the strap of your nightgown and she latches onto you eagerly, wincing as she bites at you in an attempt to soothe her gums.

“Oh. Yeah I can’t help her in that department.”

You smile at him softly, brushing the hair out of her face as she finally calms down. He lays beside you, head propped up against his palm as he watches. You figure his eyes are on her, not paying him any mind as you wipe at the drool around her mouth. It’s only when you look up that you realize his gaze had been fixed on you the entire time, filled with all the love in the world.

"What?" you whisper.

"You're sexy.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you laugh. His smile grows at the sound.

“Perv.”

He presses a kiss to the back of your hand, pressing another to your wrist, making his way up, higher and higher ─

The two of you are brought back to reality when she whimpers at the disturbance, tiny grip tightening against your gown.

He gets closer, leaning his head against you as he watches her.

“My apologies, your highness. Please, continue.” He gestures to your exposed chest as she stares at him. You bite your lip in an attempt to hold back your laughter at his comment, not wanting to startle her.

The two of you watch as she fights against the sleep that had filled her veins, slowly succumbing to it. You cover yourself, laying her down onto the bed as her blinking slows and her breathing evens out.

“Can you take her back?”

He nods, lifting her into his arms gently, heart warming when she nuzzles her cheek into his shoulder. He presses soft kisses to her mussed up hair all the way to her nursery. It was late. He’d have to be up in a few hours and he was certain she’d be up too…yet a part of him couldn’t help but miss her already.

Your daughter had one of the most powerful men in Tokyo wrapped around her tiny finger and she didn’t even know it.

─

You’re waiting for him to get back and turn off the lamps when he walks in with a deadpan look on his face. You blink at the substance on his chest and he glares as laughter overtakes you.

“I tol-”

“Yeah, yeah. You told me so. I know.” He rolls his eyes, as he heads to the restroom. He walks out a few minutes later, talking to you absentmindedly while he looks down, adjusting the waistband of his sweats.

“Babe?” He looks up when he isn’t met with a response, guilt flooding his veins.

You had fallen asleep.

There weren’t enough hours in the day anymore, it seemed ─ not enough at night either. He shakes his head at the chaos your daughter must put you through while he was away and figures he should kneel before you and kiss your feet in appreciation. Ran turns the remaining lights off before covering you with a blanket, pulling you into his arms.

His voice is low as he speaks into the darkness of the room. I love you, he says, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. He says it again as he kisses your ring finger.

He thinks of tomorrow ─ thinks of kissing you goodbye with his daughter on your hip. He thinks of your grip on her tiny wrist, helping her wave at him as he pulls out of the driveway. He thinks of how terribly he aches to come back home as soon as he leaves.

The thought had crossed his mind a few times during your pregnancy, but he finds that recently, it’s all he’d been able to think about.

Ran wonders if retirement would be an option for him.

He wonders how Rindou would react. He wonders what Mikey would say (or if he’d even allow it). And he wonders how you would feel about it. You, who waited for him. You, who had been so patient with him time and time again. You, who had given him more love than he’d ever expected (more than he thought he deserved) in the form of your daughter.

You, his lover, his wife.

He thinks he knows the answer as his grip tightens against you.

He would need to schedule a meeting with Mikey soon.

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neteyam smut where he is a softie/submissive <3

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✿ neteyam ft. metkayina!girlfriend reader. ✿

warnings; soft smut! submissive neteyam. sweet nothings. profanity.

neteyam and reader aged to 19.

i don’t keep up with word ct, but sort of short since we going in right off the bat!

“no hands.” 🫦

today is the day you and your boyfriend, neteyam, had become one. it was your anniversary, and you spent the day together to celebrate. after he had brought you home flowers, you watched the sunset together, and ended your night singing to him and playing in his hair; you two enjoyed being simple. nothing extra or over the top.

you were drifting off to sleep until you felt him shift on top of you, lips against your neck, smooching in the crease, then down to your breasts, and as your eyes slowly fluttered open, you watched as he made his way down your body each time his mouth left your skin.

“baby..” you hissed, clawing at your boyfriend’s shoulders as he planted sweet kisses down your flat stomach, all while caressing the inner parts of your thighs.

you felt yourself moistening between your legs with every touch, chills rising above your aquamarine skin tone as he teased you, he was aware that he was teasing you, too.

“i love you.” he whispered against you, meeting your gaze before he began to chuckle at the way your eyes were barely open. “you like the way that feels, baby?” you nodded.

“i love you.” you made sure to respond, before proceeding to answer his question. “i do, but what i don’t like is how you’re teasing me. you know what you’re doing.”

you watched neteyam pull off your loincloth, and he laid his head between your legs. oh, he’s definitely doing this to get at you. but you had something better in mind. it’d be the first time you’d ever try it, but you’ve been meaning to give it a shot.

“lick her.” you wasted no time, getting straight to the point. you sat up, kneeling on your knee, bringing your opposite leg over his shoulder as you hovered him. neteyam didn’t expect you to become so dominant in just a few seconds, but he figured you were in heat possibly.

before he was able to make his move, you were already dripping against his lips. your white cream, was now on his mouth and he gave his lips a few licks. unexpected, but you thought it was so fucking hot.

“mm, do i taste good baby?” you moaned, bringing your hand down to feel yourself as he glanced at you to watch, nodding his head in return. you reached behind yourself with your free hand, getting a grip on his cock to make sure that he was hard for you — and he was solid.

“i can’t hear you baby, use your words. i wanna hear you tell me that i taste good.” as much as neteyam usually took control whenever you would fuck the shit out of each other, he thought it was so sexy when you would tell him what to do, and he’d listen because of how much he loved his baby girl.

“you taste so good baby, so sweet.” his tone was low and raspy, cock stiffening hard for you. winding your hips, you sat your pussy directly onto his plump lips, and he was quick to taste you again as if he hadn’t eaten all day.

you were now on your feet, lifting your body up as you pulled away from him, but just a bit so that he was still face-to-face with your cunt. “i didn’t tell you to start eating me yet, you didn’t get my permission. you thought you could tease me and get away with it?”

neteyam’s pupils darkened, and you could tell he was hungry for you. as much as you hated to put your baby through this, it didn’t seem to faze him when he put you through the exact same situation earlier.

“mm, baby. tryna prove a point or something?” neteyam had his cock in his palm now, until you swatted it to his side. you’re right over his face, swollen throbbing pussy was the only thing in his sight. he might’ve teased you earlier, but this here was torture. “fuck.”

“hands to your side, better yet — hands above your head. i better not see you move them until i tell you to.” you felt powerful, the way that he listened to every demand that fell from your lips. as much as you were only hurting yourself by making him wait, being dominant and being the one making the rules for a chance was an experience.

once his hands were above his head, you sat your pussy against his lips once more before rocking your hips, reaching back to grip your own ass. “you can taste me baby, i’m getting wet for you.”

your legs were instantly twitching at the way neteyam was sucking on your cunt, his plump lips were damn near wrapped around your entire pussy as he sucked your juices out of you. once his tongue was inside of you, you were rocking your hips again; this time you picking up your pace. “ooh, shit!”

you licked your hand and reached behind you, taking his long ass cock into your hand as you jerked him off. when your hand made it’s way to his tip, you got a feel of pre-cum already oozing from his hole. you looked down at your man, now bouncing onto his face.

as good as his tongue felt, you needed his cock in you right now.

you were bent over, head against the pillow while neteyam was fucking you good from behind as you instructed him to. you weren’t facing him, and all you could hear was your skin slapping against each other followed by his loud groans and whimpers.

you felt a slap against your ass, causing you to turn your head and look back at neteyam, a loud hiss escaping his lips as he thrusted into your ass. you watched him as he fucked you, and you could tell that he was slowly slipping into his dominant side, until you had to remind him that you were in charge. “hands up like before, getting too ahead of yourself baby.”

as much as he wanted to argue back, he did as told. he didn’t bother to stop, cock still pumping into your wet pussy as he slowly raised his hands into the air, hands against the back of his head and locking his fingers together. it was different for him, but exciting. he’d rather fuck you with no hands for the rest of the night.

the sight had you throwing your ass back into him, feeling him swell inside of you. getting a good look at his face, watching his eyes roll back as he continued fucking you, this time picking up his pace. “don’t move, i’m gonna fuck that nut out of you while you sit there and hold it for me.”

neteyam once again did as told, but not before pushing his cock deep into you. “yes baby.. i’ma hold my nut for you. anything for you.”

lifting your ass into the air, you were slowly moving up his cock and soon, you were wrapped around his tip. your gripped each side of your nivi as you arched your back, fucking his tip while burying your face into the pillow in front of you.

while you were enjoying yourself, neteyam was fighting back, trying his hardest not to fuck you like you said not to. the way you fucked his tip was making it difficult for him. you felt his cock twitching inside of you the further you went down on his shaft, and you heard a soft sound that you weren’t familiar with.

he was whining. he was fucking whining for you.

“i need to come baby, can daddy come please?” he whined a little louder so that you could hear him clearly and possibly give in. he was throbbing so hard, you could feel your pussy pulsating on the outside from his movements. “fuck, mommy, fuck. i need to be milked right now.”

mommy. the word itself coming from neteyam almost made you collapse.

that’s all it took for you to take all of him into you, fucking down onto his cock with your ass so high in the air. he could see everything you were showcasing, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “am i allowed to fuck you, baby?”

before you could nod and simply tell him yes, he was already deep in your pussy. you could tell he was worn out by your teasing, ready to bust his seed so deep into your tiny little cunt.

“don’t even think about nutting until you feel me cream all over that cock, got it?” you spat, meeting him with every thrust. you noticed that even though he was fucking you again, he still had his hands behind his head. he was such a good boy when he wasn’t in charge.

neteyam pulled his cock out, and the feeling of the cool air against your pussy almost made you curse him until you felt him ram inside of you, rolling his hips as he fucked your hole with no mercy. you both were moaning together as you fucked each other good, and soon you felt yourself getting ready to release.

“you ready, daddy?” a signal that meant you were coming close, and he took that to his advantage. switching his position from his knees to laying flat on his back, all while still deep inside of you. of course, he laid his hands behind his head as he thrusted inside of your cunt uncontrollably, focusing on your round ass cheeks clapping against him.

neteyam pulled you back against him, your back now against his chest as you laid there together, him fucking upward into you. he wrapped his arms around you tightly, one hand reaching down to fiddle with your clit as he pounded into you, ballsack giving your ass a good slap each time he was deep in your pussy.

“oh my g-“ you were cut off by his thick ass cum, he definitely dumped more than one load inside of you. he was trembling as the both of you came together, but that didn’t stop him from fucking you. he didn’t stop at all. neteyam was too busy being greedy, now fucking his nut back into you.

“i love you so fucking much.” your eyes were damn near stuck the way you were rolling them into the back of your head. your legs were twitching, and eventually went numb after his last stroke.

“i love you baby.. i love you.” he whimpered, thrusting into you one last time before pulling out, his hot seed immediately spilling out of you onto his cock.

“shit.” he pulled you into his arms, holding onto you tightly as you both were regaining control of your breath. the last amount of energy you had left, you used to rotate your body, burying your face into his chest.

“happy anniversary, baby.” neteyam’s hands were caressing your back, kissing your forehead as you drifted off to sleep into his arms, and soon he would be drifting off to sleep to join you.