Draquella - Mads ^>^

Thinking of a man moaning "thank you" when he finally gets to cum inside 💕

Just got dahlias and a labret done guys i cant smile but they look fucking sick

❤︎ — toji fushiguro likes it in pink !?

content warnings: established relationship, switch toji + dom reader, pegging, prostate stimulation, bondage, cuffing, squirting and handjob (m. receiving), mind-break, dumbification, begging, desperate toji <3

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“this yours, doll?” he asks, dangling the bright pink strap-on by it's harness with a smug grin.

“toji, i can exp—”

he cuts you off with a smirk. “i mean, it’s pretty cute. all pink ‘n everything. it’d look good in ya, honestly,” he drawls, clearly savoring every second of your flustered reaction.

“but it—” you start, trying to find some way to explain without losing your nerve.

“a strap-on, though?” he teases, a wicked glint in his eyes. “couldn’t ya have just bought a dildo or somethin’? or — wait.” he pauses, feigning an exaggerated realization. “or do you want me to wear this ‘n show you a good time?” he finishes with a grin, clearly enjoying the way you’re squirming.

you finally blurt, “toji, it’s for you!” the words rush out, and there’s a moment where you’re too mortified to even breathe.

he goes silent, brows shooting up as he blinks at you, genuinely caught off guard. then, suddenly, the silence is broken by his laughter — a low, rumbling sound that fills the room. he leans down, ruffling your hair and pressing a quick, affectionate kiss to your cheek, still chuckling. “yeah, real funny, doll,” he says, clearly amused as he pulls you against him.

“toji, i’m serious!”

“yeah, right. you think i’d let you pin me down with that?” he grins, tapping the tip of your nose with his finger. “well, sweetheart, keep dreamin.’ ‘cause if anyone’s gettin’ pinned down, it sure as hell ain’t me.”

he gives you a wink, still grinning as he leans down to your ear. “you got balls, sweetheart, i’ll give ya that.”

so how the hell did he get here?

toji's knuckles flex and tense against the restraints you’d set up, his wrists bound tight enough to press marks into his skin every time he jerks, testing their strength. he's sprawled across the bed, muscles tense under your control, face buried into the pillows in an attempt to hide the frustrated blush creeping up his neck.

“thought this was what you wanted, huh?” he sneers, twisting his head to glare at you from over his shoulder, his usual cocky smirk twisted with irritation. “just had to get me like this to feel on top for once?”

you smile, leaning over him, brushing your lips against his ear as you adjust your grip on his hips, keeping him in place. “oh, poor baby. acting like you're still in control when you're tied up, taking it so well.”

he lets out a low, frustrated growl, jerking his wrists again. “keep talkin’. won’t be so smug when these come off,” he mutters, his tone biting. “probably all you ever wanted, huh? you’re nothin’ without the straps ‘n ties. can’t handle me on your own, can ya?”

you respond by shifting your hips, sinking deeper, and his breath catches, muffled against the pillow. “not so tough now, are you?” you say, a smirk playing on your lips. “thought you’d be able to take it, big guy.”

his teeth grit as he tries to steady himself, voice lowering. “you keep callin’ the shots, but i’ll make ya regret it, sweetheart. get all cocky while you can, ‘cause when these come off, ’m gonna flip you over, make sure you remember who’s on top.”

his bravado falters as you give another thrust, and he lets out a stifled grunt, nails digging into his palms as he squirms beneath you. the bindings dig into his wrists, his breathing growing heavier with each second he can’t escape, his usual dominance cracking under your persistence.

“still acting like you’re the one in charge?” you tease, voice dripping with amusement. “face it, baby, you’re exactly where i want you.”

as you pick up a brutal, unforgiving pace, toji’s mouth spills a string of curses, rough and unrestrained, his voice edged with a desperation he’s fighting to hide. his body jerks with every thrust, and he’s straining against the bindings, wrists red and knuckles white, but there’s nowhere to go, no escape from the relentless rhythm you’re keeping him pinned under.

“fuckin’ hell — shit, what the —f-fuck are you even doin' back there?” he hisses, voice cracking as his body betrays him, hips trying to pull away only to rock right back up against you. “jesus… you’re a twisted little thing, aren’t ya? always got somethin’ to prove, huh?” he spits, but the breathy, wavering tone of his voice betrays him with each word.

you lean over him, pressing him down harder against the bed, keeping him in place as you drive into him. “oh, i know you’re loving this, toji,” you murmur, lips close to his ear. “look at you. practically begging for it.”

he lets out a strangled groan, his face burrowed into the pillow as he tries to muffle his noises. “begging? keep d-dreamin’. think you’re so goddamn clever, don’t ya?” his voice is rough, all sharp edges, but his resolve falters each time you thrust into him, and his cock bobs against his stomach, flushed and leaking. “shit, my dick’s about to fuckin’ burst and you — oh god — won’t even let me touch it, will ya?”

“not a chance,” you say, gripping his hips tight enough to leave marks. “you’re not touching a thing. i call the shots tonight.”

“f-fuck,” he snarls, trying to twist out of your grip, though his body still betrays him, every movement pulling him right back onto you. “shit, this is so messed up. look at you, so damn smug, thinkin’ you got me right where you want me—”

“oh, i know i do,” you reply smoothly, picking up the pace as his voice breaks into a series of grunts and choked moans, his control slipping further with each brutal thrust. “so how does it feel, baby? to not be in control for once?”

“fuck off,” he snaps, trying to keep his edge, but his voice is thick with need. “goddamn it, if you don’t… mmgh—” he cuts himself off, chest heaving as he lets out another frustrated curse, the lewd slap of skin mingling with his breathy groans. “you think this is funny? gettin’ off on watchin’ me like this?”

“oh, absolutely,” you say with a grin, enjoying every second. “i mean, you’re practically drooling into the pillow, baby. so much for the big, tough guy act.”

“sh-shut up,” he spits out, but there’s barely any fire left in his voice. his breath hitches, hips jerking against the bed as he lets out a strangled groan. “goddamn it — shit, if you don’t stop i’m gonna—” he’s almost incoherent now, body trembling as he fights to keep any scrap of composure, but it’s clear he’s too far gone, every word slipping into a mess of curses and desperate, shameless noises he can’t hold back anymore.

“what was that? i couldn’t hear you over all the cussing.” you drive into him harder, and his voice breaks entirely, a low, strangled noise spilling from his lips as he finally surrenders, body trembling, buried deep in the helpless pleasure he’s trying so hard to deny.

toji’s resolve is hanging by a thread, and he’s practically a mess beneath you now, hips jerking with every thrust as his control crumbles. his face is flushed, beads of sweat dotting his brow, and his cock is rock-hard against his stomach, smearing precum over his abs with each brutal thrust you drive into him. his breathing is erratic, a mix of strangled moans and desperate curses, and he’s practically trembling from head to toe, his brain a haze of conflicting desires he’s barely able to fight anymore.

“fuck, c’mon, just—” his voice breaks, sounding wrecked as he twists his head back to look at you, eyes hazy with frustration and need. “just lemme… lemme get my hands free, yeah? swear i’ll make it worth your while, doll.”

“oh, now you’re bargaining?” you smirk, running a teasing hand along his spine, and he lets out a strained groan, fists clenching hard against the bindings.

“goddamn right i am,” he pants, voice tinged with a desperate edge as he squirms under you, straining against the bindings. “i’ll… fuck, i’ll make you scream if you let me go. promise, i’ll make it good — better than whatever the hell you’re doin’ back there.” he manages a weak, cocky grin, though it falters as his body jerks under your relentless pace.

“pretty sure i’ve got you right where i want you, big guy,” you reply, grinding into him as you feel his whole body shudder beneath you.

“goddamn tease,” he snarls, voice cracking as he shifts, his abs clenching every time his cock brushes against his stomach, precum smearing over his muscles in sticky trails. “fuck — just… i’ll make you pay for this, you know that?” he hisses, though his tone is desperate now, wavering with each thrust that drives him closer to the edge he can’t seem to fight.

you lean over him, breath ghosting over his ear. “what’s the matter, toji? can’t handle it?”

“handle it?” he scoffs, though it’s half a gasp. “goddamn it, you’re the one who can’t handle it — afraid to let me loose ‘cause you know i’ll turn this around. just let me — ah, shit — just lemme go, baby. lemme give you what you really want.” his voice is nothing but broken promises now, tinged with a need that he can’t suppress, his pride slipping with each passing second.

“oh, you’ll give me what i want, alright,” you murmur, thrusting into him harder, and he’s gone, his mouth spilling a string of curses as his whole body rocks beneath you, muscles clenching and quivering as he loses his last grip on self-control.

“fuck — fuck! you’re killin’ me here… damn it, ‘m — shit— please,” he finally chokes out, panting as he all but collapses against the bed, chest heaving as his head drops into the pillow, words slipping out before he can bite them back.

the word falls from his lips, low and raw, barely audible through his labored breaths, but you heard it — please.

the single, desperate plea you’d been waiting for all night. a smirk curls at your lips, and you pull back, letting your movements slow, just enough to tease him, to drive him crazy, watching as his body reacts, his hips helplessly lifting to chase the strap.

“what was that?” you ask, your tone dripping with mock sweetness as you lean over him, feeling his muscles tense under your weight. “thought i heard something… but i need you to say it again, baby.” you give him the smallest roll of your hips, just enough to make him shudder, but not nearly enough to satisfy.

“don’t… don’t play games with me,” he grits out, though his voice cracks on the last word, frustration edging into desperation as he tries to lift his hips, only to meet empty air when you pull back. his cock strains against his stomach, throbbing, smearing more precum across his abs, and he lets out a frustrated growl, his knuckles white as he strains against the bindings.

you lean close, lips brushing his ear. “c’mon, big guy. just say it again. wasn’t that hard, was it?”

“fuckin’…” he bites down on a curse, but the fire’s quickly fading as he grits his teeth, panting. “please. goddamn it. don’t make me — shit, just… please, alright?”

your smirk widens, and you roll your hips slowly, enough to make him gasp, but still holding back, watching as he bucks his hips up, trying to get more, each desperate thrust of his hips just pressing him deeper into frustration.

“again,” you murmur, enjoying the way he’s slowly coming apart beneath you, pride crumbling with each desperate word that leaves his lips.

“goddamn it — please,” he hisses, voice cracking as he tugs on the bindings, the skin of his wrists flushed and raw from straining. “please, just… just give it t’me baby, fuck, you’re killin’ me here.”

“aww, poor thing,” you coo, shifting just enough to let him feel the movement, the pace barely picking up. “you sound so needy, toji. what happened to all that tough talk, hm?”

“fuck you,” he rasps, though the bite’s gone from his words, replaced with nothing but a trembling desperation that leaves him shaking. “don’t… don’t get cocky. just… please, baby, i’m beggin’ ya,” he rasps, hips jerking again to meet the slow, maddening rhythm you’ve set. “just — fuck, you win, alright? just… please.”

and there it is again, the word spilling from him, rough and raw, his pride long forgotten as he pants and squirms beneath you, bruised ego be damned, as he loses himself completely in the pleasure you’re holding just out of reach.

toji’s composure has completely shattered, and he’s beyond caring now, each thrust pulling shameless whimpers and curses from him as he clings to any scrap of relief. his body rocks in sync with yours, his own hips jerking up to meet every punishing thrust, and he’s practically chanting your name between gasps, his voice hoarse and thick with need.

“shit — fuck, yeah, that’s it, please, baby, keep goin’ — don’t stop,” he rasps, each word tumbling out without restraint. “goddamn, you’re perfect, just — ah — i’ll do whatever ya want, hear me?” his chest heaves, and he sounds desperate, almost worshipful. “fuckin’… anythin’ you want, ‘m yours, all yours,” he babbles, and it’s clear he means it, every ounce of his resistance completely gone.

you lean down, biting down on his shoulder hard enough to make him groan, and your hands find his chest, fingers teasing his nipples, sending shocks through his overstimulated body. “all mine, huh?” you murmur, smirking against his skin. “maybe i should just keep you like this forever, make you beg every single time, until you know your place.”

“f-fuck, yeah — please,” he chokes out, his voice a raw, needy mess. “make me beg, baby, i’ll do whatever —just don’t stop.” his words spill out as if he’s making some kind of promise, his head thrown back, lips parted, lost in the relentless pace you’re setting. “shit, can’t believe — fuck, gonna kill me, i swear,” he groans, but his body says otherwise, thrusting back, silently begging for more.

“good boy,” you murmur, sinking your teeth into his neck again, and he shudders violently, practically singing your praises as you drive him further into that blissful, submissive haze.

toji’s body is writhing, his hips grinding desperately against the mattress, each movement filled with that raw, animalistic need to get some kind of release. it’s almost endearing — seeing him so utterly wrecked, so utterly at your mercy, and you can’t help but laugh softly at how completely he’s fallen apart. feeling generous, you reach down, your hand wrapping around his aching cock, and the instant your fingers close around him, he’s done for.

“fuck — !” toji cries out, his whole body seizing up as he shoots the hottest load you’ve ever seen, painting his abs and chest in thick streaks. but you don’t stop; if anything, your pace only intensifies, pushing him further into that blissed-out state, his body overstimulated and trembling.

“oh, you thought we were done?” you murmur, and he groans, a pathetic, wrecked sound that only fuels you further. his hips are still bucking, body still moving on instinct as you keep thrusting, relentless and unyielding.

“god — ah, shit — c-can’t take it,” he stammers, but his hips say otherwise, grinding down, chasing that sensation even as his brain goes hazy from the pleasure overload. his cock twitches and leaks as you drive him to the edge, and before long, he’s practically shaking, a broken string of curses falling from his lips.

“gonna squirt f'me, aren’t ya, toji?” you coo, leaning down, and he whimpers, nodding as his whole body tightens, finally spilling over again in a messy, shuddering climax that leaves him breathless, completely spent, and utterly yours.

toji’s entire body jerks when your hands start moving along his oversensitive shaft again, quicker this time, your fingers applying just the right pressure. a strangled cry escapes him, desperate and broken, his hips twitching involuntarily as you continue to push him past his limit. his head drops forward, his breathing ragged as he tries to keep up, tries to give you what you’re demanding, even though he’s spent and trembling, every nerve in his body on fire.

“c-can’t — fuck, can’t take it,” he gasps, his voice strained, yet he doesn’t pull away. instead, his hips roll weakly to meet your hand, barely holding up as he surrenders, his whole body tensing as he fights to keep that promise he made to you.

“oh, you’re gonna take it,” you murmur, your hands relentless as you pump his shaft, tightening your grip. “you said you’d give me whatever i want, right, baby? want you to squirt for me, and i know you can.”

“shit — ah, god, yeah,” he babbles, practically incoherent, his hips bucking as his cock twitches, already dripping. “fuck, okay, okay — just… don’t stop, baby, please.” his voice is nothing but a breathless plea as he lets himself fall completely, mind hazy, following your every command.

finally, with one last broken moan, his body tenses, muscles taut, and he gives in, his release spilling over again, messy and unrestrained.

toji slumps back against the bed, utterly spent, his chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm as he tries to catch his breath. he looks absolutely wrecked, and you can’t help but giggle softly at the sight of him — bruises blooming over his shoulders, neck, and hips. he’s like a beautiful mess, and you can’t get enough of it.

“you okay there?” you tease, brushing your fingers gently through his hair as he burrows his face into your chest, seeking comfort. he nuzzles against you like a needy little kitten, and you can’t help but smile at how adorable he is in this vulnerable state.

“mm,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against your skin, and you can feel his hot breath against you as he lazily licks along your collarbone, teasingly, searching for comfort. it’s both amusing and endearing, watching him behave so childishly after everything that just happened.

“you’re such a baby,” you chuckle, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the top of his head, the warmth of his body against yours bringing you a sense of calm. “i know you’re tired, but we need to clean you up a little.”

“don’t wanna,” he whines, his voice still thick with exhaustion as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. “just wanna stay here. you’re warm, and it feels nice.” his tongue flicks out again, playfully teasing against your skin, and you can’t help but laugh.

“you’re really something else, you know that?” you say, shaking your head in amusement. but there’s a warmth in your heart at how he’s so willing to let his guard down with you, so trusting. you gently pull him up, guiding him to sit against the headboard as you reach for a damp cloth to help clean him up.

“hold still, toji,” you instruct, and he huffs out a breath, but complies, looking up at you with those beautiful, tired eyes. “we can cuddle later, okay? right now, let’s just get you cleaned up.” he grumbles softly but allows you to wipe him, the cloth gliding over his skin while he leans into your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

“you take such good care of me,” he murmurs, a hint of sincerity in his tone, and you can feel your heart flutter at his words. it’s a reminder that underneath that tough exterior, he’s still just a man who appreciates being cared for, and you’re more than happy to oblige.

as you gently clean him up, you can’t resist teasing him a bit more. “you know, it’s kinda cute how all it takes is a little pegging for you to turn into this mushy version of yourself,” you say with a playful grin, your fingers working deftly over his skin. “i didn’t know you were such a softie underneath all that muscle.”

toji doesn’t even bother looking up at you, too focused on burrowing deeper into your chest. he’s like a stubborn child, lips pouting as he licks at your skin, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “shut up,” he mumbles, his voice still muffled against you, but you can see the faint flush creeping across his cheeks. “not talking to you.”

“aw, c’mon, you know you love it,” you chuckle, giving him a gentle nudge. “who knew that your big, tough exterior could crumble so easily? i might have to use this against you more often.”

he huffs, but there’s a hint of a smile on his lips as he finally lifts his head, meeting your gaze with those captivating eyes. “you wouldn’t dare,” he says, trying to sound serious but failing miserably. the way his lips quirk up gives him away, and you can’t help but lean in to steal a quick kiss.

“oh, but i will,” you tease, enjoying the playful banter between you. “just think of all the fun we could have with you all soft and emotional like this.”

“you’re insufferable,” he replies, but there’s no bite to his words, only warmth as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. “but… maybe a little fun wouldn’t hurt.”

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SCRUMDIDDLYUMPTIOUS

Toji has only ever called you mommy once and that happened the first time you rode him. He had just gotten out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist and hair dripping wet, as he lies down on the bed. Just watching him lit a fire inside you, he always looked so fine even when he wasn’t doing anything, like right now. You tiptoe your way towards the bed, crawling onto him to straddle his hips.

“You ready for bed now princess?” His hands come to rest on your hips, giving them a soft squeeze. Your head falls into the crook of his neck, smelling the fresh scent of his body wash. Toji lets out a soft groan as you begin peppering kisses to his neck and jaw. You're able to feel his cock grow hard under you as you begin to grind against him, eager for some friction. Your nails run down from his chest to his abs causing him to shiver slightly under your tantalizing touch as your hands reach their final destination. The towel. With one small flick, it falls to the sides of his hips finally revealing what you craved for more than sleep.

At this point, he knows exactly what you want. Looking at you with his signature smirk, meeting your lustful eyes, he uses one finger to pull your panties to the side, allowing his tip to press into your heat. “Take what you want baby,” he slides his cock through your slick folds. You take his cock into your hand and align him with your entrance, slowly taking him in, the stretch satisfying your very needy cunt. Tojis hands land back on your hips trailing down to your ass as he throws his head back, eyes shut close as he feels your soft walls clench around him. Your hands grope his broad shoulders for support as you take his entire length inside.

“Fuck…you feel so good,” a deep groan leaves his lips, pure bliss running through his body. His hands grip your hips tighter as he tries to concentrate on his cock buried deep inside your warm pussy. “God yes.. Fuck me, princess. Just like that,” His hands fumble on your hips, desperate to help you move faster but, you didn’t want to cum just yet…

“Hold on baby…” you whisper into his ear as your hands intertwine with his. This is when Toji’s brain short circuits. The man was fucked out. Whimpering nonsense as you ride his cock painfully slow, anxiously trying to buck his hips up into you. “Fuck.. mommy,” he grunts, voice low and needy, eyes rolling back as bursts of thick cum paint your gummy walls. A string of moans and gasps leave your lips as you reach your own orgasm.

Still trying to catch your breath, Toji watches you with his mouth wide open as you slowly slide yourself off his cock. “So you wanna talk about that?” you tease, falling to his side, and pulling the bedsheets over you two. “Not a word…” he closes his eyes in embarrassment, a deep shade of red spreading across his face.

Choso who likes being pushed down by you, who loves when you grab his throat, who keeps his cute lil’ spacebuns ON while he’s pounding you into the mattress because he likes the way you’d claw them loose and roughen him up.

Me after clicking a p link thinking it was a fic rec.

Jumpscare.

Fucking terrible day to be american

wanna hear him moaning and whimpering as he keeps nutting inside me and can't stop :(((

Choso who gets so needy when you sit on his lap, it’s almost embarrassing. Almost. His head tips back against the couch, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and glassy. He lets out the faintest whimper—barely audible, more breath than sound—but it makes your stomach flip. His hips jerk up into you like instinct, desperate for more warmth, more pressure, more of you.

You thread your fingers in his hair and tug—not too hard, just enough to make him moan, loud and needy, eyes fluttering as his breath catches in his throat. He’s already trembling, already leaking through his boxers, already drooling a little from the corner of his mouth. Completely wrecked, and you fucking love it.

“Fuck—please, slow down,” he mutters, voice raw and strained, like he’s trying not to whine. “I’m not—I can’t... I’m gonna cum like this, I’m sorry, I—”

You pull back just enough to see his face, but he refuses to meet your eyes. His jaw clenches, lashes fluttering, lips parted like he’s still trying to speak, but his body is betraying him.

Your fingers trace the line of his jaw, making him meet your eyes. There's a softness to your touch, but your voice is still low and teasing. "Let go for me, Cho. You look so pretty all worked up like this," you murmur, lips brushing against his ear.

That’s all it takes. He breaks. His body jerks forward, a gasp escaping him, and then he’s rutting up into you, his face flushed and damp with sweat, but his hands don’t leave your body.

You kiss him and he melts—messy and eager, all tongue and teeth, hands gripping your waist like he’s scared you’ll vanish. Every time you roll your hips down a little harder, it knocks another needy sound from his throat. His cock strains against the damp fabric, twitching every time your clothed cunt drags right over the tip—just enough friction to make him gasp, not enough to let him have it.

When you pause to catch your breath, he whines—high and choked, like it slipped out before he could stop it. His hips stutter up into yours, searching for more, grinding like he doesn’t even mean to do it. “I’m sorry, I just—fuck, you feel so good.”

You whisper his name, all syrupy and sweet, and that’s it.

He cums with a shaky moan, biting down on your shoulder to muffle the sound—but it’s no use. He’s already twitching beneath you, ribbons of cum spilling into his boxers. He keeps grinding up into you, chasing the high like it’s the only thing that’s real anymore.

And fuck, he looks so pretty like this. Messy. Trembling. Desperate. Completely wrecked and still begging for more.

Your good boy. Always so full for you.

you loved having a fat cock throbbing underneath your finger.

the lewd feeling traveling from your heart to the core of your wet pussy as you gaze at the swollen head of his girthy cock. hot precum leaking, drooling from his red sensitive tip down to the veins that surround his heavy cock.

your delicate thumb slowly smearing the hot fluid that was spilling from his clit- smearing it around his swollen tip before pushing down. ripping a hiss out of the breathless man next to you. his warm breath was fanning against the shell of your ear as his nose trail up-down your soft neck.

eyes clenched tightly, nose scrunched up as if he's in pain. you can hear the wet grunt that leaves his mouth as you grip his fat cock tightly before pulling down. wet sloppy sound of your hand stroking his fat cock filled the room, his head was snuggled up your neck as he groans and whine.

your heart pace picks up as you feel the way his warm body was trembling against yours. the way his swollen cock was twitching, so warm so wet.

his wet tongue peaks out leaking his dry lips before huskily speaking out, almost like a whine- a beg.

"no more-". you don't stop, your pace only picked up faster, the squelching sound of his fat cock smacking against your palm only got louder. his cock was swollen red so close to exploding.

"please-". a whimper. he doesn't know if he's begging you to stop or to continue. you place a kiss against his soft hair, shushing him, reassuring him.

"it's okay baby, let it out mhm cmon". you coo at him, never in your life have you spoke to your boyfriend like that during sex.

that triggered something in him, he jolts, groans and grunts leave him as robes of hot cum shoot out of his cock. coating your hand with his cum.