Boys Who Can’t Control Their Moans So Instead Of Holding Back They Just Sink Their Teeth Into Your

Stop i have never cried this much while reading a fan fiction 🥲

His new wife; toji fushiguro

Genre: angst

here is the part one

update: part three

When Toji walked into his house, he was exhausted and he needed a good warm bath to loosen the tension on his muscles. The lights on the living room flickered up as he pressed on the switch but the small figure that always curled on the sofa wasn't there.

He wondered if something was going on with his wife. Lately, she had been... distant.

He wasn't expecting her to be all smiles at the crack of dawn or anything, but she just wasn't as cheerful as she used to be. He found the time he spent talking to her had shortened too.

Well, he was a man of a few words to begin with and it was her who did most of the talk - was she not feeling well?

He stepped inside his bedroom, it was dark and there was a small lump of duvet on his bed - covering the figure of his wife. He thought she had fall asleep but when he was the dim brightness, she was still using her phone.

Oh yeah, his wife loved using her phone too.

"Not asleep?"

She peaked her head out of the duvet as she sheepishly replied, "Just woke up. Have you eaten? Do you want me to reheat the food?"

"No need. I'm tired." He stripped down to his nakedness and the sound of dripping shower was all she heard before she turned on her side and slept.

Lesser and lesser, she had lose all interest in him.

If it was 2 months ago, she'd be willing to stay up all night - waiting for his return because she just missed him so much. But what was left to miss? He barely spared his time with her, let alone attempt to reconcile this marriage.

Morning came in a blink of eye, Toji scoffed at the bright ray peeping from the curtains. He looked at his phone and it was already 7.15 a.m. His wife's side on bed was cold, so he went to the kitchen.

Megumi was sitting on the sofa, as cute as ever with his school uniform and Toji ruffled his hair, earning a groan from the small child.

"Megumi, check your bag properly. Don't leave any books behind. Your teachers complained that you always forgot to bring your books."

She came out from the little boy's room, carrying a few books in her hand. The father and son looked at her with something in their mind but they didn't say anything.

Today, she tried to dress up.

They said she looked like a commoner, not an ounce of elegance in her style so she altered her preference. But she found herself becoming a hollow shell of someone who wasn't her.

Last night, she woke up to a text from her friends that they had planned out a simple reunion for ex-classmates and she was excited to see how her friends have changed. Maybe some of them have married.

"Where are you going?" Megumi was the first to ask and she didn't turn around to look at him, continued walking straight to the door and fetched her nude high heels. She signaled him to come closer, taking out the small white shoes.

Kneeling to the ground, she helped Megumi to balance himself as he placed his small hand on her shoulder. She still hadn't reply, only smiled faintly before she grabbed the keys.

Toji was waiting for an answer but judging from her silence, he knew she was keeping something to herself. His temple throbbed a little.

"Answer that child."

She was busy sorting out her bag, rummaged through her stuff and replied,

"I'm meeting up with my friends."

"While dressing up like that?"

She looked into his eyes and saw the ridicule in his tone. Disappointment and embarrassment, she knew she looked ugly but hearing it from him first hand, she could only swallow her tears and smiled weakly.

"Dad, I'm sick of the canteen food. I already know how to use money and pay for my foods, so can you please tell her to make my lunch box again?"

Toji was driving his way to his home after picking up his son from the school. When he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but ask,

"What are you talking about? You can tell her by yourself. Why are you asking me that?"

"But you said you were trying to teach me how to use money!"

"Since when-" Toji paused. So she hadn't cook for his son and used his name as an excuse. If she was working too, he didn't mind it and would gladly take a nanny to take care of it but she was so eager to play her 'motherly' role. That was why he didn't say a thing.

So she had been living off his money without doing a thing for his family?

He already knew that marrying a new wife would be a problem. Originally, he thought she'd make a good mother but she was too conceited.

She always feel like she deserved some sort of place in his house when he fed her luxury and wealth. He didn't plan to build a family with her; he was satisfied if she continued being filial.

While he was in his own thoughts, his phone screen lighted up - an unfamiliar contact was displayed as an incoming call. He swiped right,

"Toji Fushiguro here. Who's on the phone?"

It was silence before he heard the man muttered his name. Oh, it was his father-in-law.

The call was short but the old man sounded desperate as he hinted that he needed legal advices on the current case his company had fallen to. Toji was already annoyed at his daughter so his answers were curt and uninterested.

The old man on the other hand, stared at his cheap phone as his son-in-law hang up on him. He said that he was driving and he'd contact him sooner. But this old man smiled weakly. He wasn't conceived by the white lies. That handsome man didn't even save his number.

Just when the clock ticked to 8 p.m, the main door was pushed open and she immediately arranged her heels on the rack. It was quiet. Maybe Megumi was doing his homeworks and Toji was probably out again.

But as she went to the bedroom, her husband was already waiting with his defeating silence. She felt scared and waited for his remarks.

"Don't use my name as an excuse if you want to be lazy. Start packing his lunchbox again. That's the least you could do as his mother."

Ah, so it's about this.

She nodded, her body felt sluggish and all the excitement, happiness she enjoyed from the small reunion vanished completely. She was tired of this.

The texts she received from her father made it hard for her to continue sharing the same bed with her husband. Her father was kind as ever, replying to her that he didn't want to bother Toji with such a small case like his.

He said that he would seek another lawyer for a legal advice and took the right actions, his son-in-law had many important things to deal with it. But her eyes couldn't stop tearing up, so my father isn't among the many important things?

She laid down in the huge bed, facing to the other side with her back to Toji. What was she even thinking when she thought this prestigious Zenin family would take her in? A Cinderella fairytale?

His new wife had became more of a stranger after that night. He wanted to brush it off, because who knows that maybe she was acting this way to grab his attention?

He left it be for a week, expecting her to return to her original self after he gave her a few space but what came in return was a short text in his phone, telling him that she wouldn't be at home for a while because his father-in-law's health had been declining.

The stress and anxiety regarding the legal case caused her father to fell from his great health. She knew that she had to ask for help from her husband but the more she remembered how she was treated in that house, all that left was a bitter taste in her mouth.

"What's wrong, honey?" Her mother touched her face with so much love and concerned. She pitied how her parents wanted her to grow a family yet what came to her was a role of a dead ex-wife.

She had enough.

From 4 months, became 4 years.

From a new wife, became a wife.

From a hopeful figure, became a hollow shell.

Megumi watched his step-mother packed his lunchbox, adding the fruit juice he liked before he pushed a sticker note to her way. Her solemn eyes stared to the bright note with nothing before he said,

"You used to write me little notes. Do it again. I like it."

She wanted to laugh. Laugh at how innocent his request was and how much she hated it. So she grabbed the black pen, and wrote a simple;

"Eat well. - *insert name"

Megumi smiled and took a look but his smile vanished bit by bit after he read it. The lengthy wish he expected was only two words. And to make it worst, it didn't end like how she used to write.

It ended with her name, instead of 'mom'.

That was the first time he felt like a huge slap to his face. Because he used to put up a fight that she wasn't his mother and always cursed her for stealing his mother's place.

So after years of harsh words, she learned to accept her position. She wasn't his mother and she didn't intend to become one either.

She had learned to accept that she wasn't needed and she was okay with that.

"Hurry. He is waiting outside." She turned her back to Megumi, walking to the sofa before she laid down and began to switch the TV channels. Her eyes stared at the bright colors from the screen,

Megumi clutched his lunchbox and he remembered how she used to hold his hand, guided him to the gate and even planted a small kiss on his cheek which he always refused.

Maybe he was being over sensitive, but he couldn't help but cried a little when he couldn't recall how her perfume smelled because it had been so long since she last hugged him.

This was the redemption he had to pay. This would be the second time he was left behind by his mother; one left him for the grave, and the other one left him for her own good.

Taglist: @ultra-heyitsme @mangomo @azei

morning routine — ft. sylus

before you read: established relationships ; gender neutral reader ; sleepy clingy sylus ; banter ; fluff and cheesiness i apologize in advance

“Here we go,” you hum to yourself, rolling your eyes with a knowing smile curled loosely on your lips as soon as Sylus starts to shift in his sleep. “Like a hermit crab,” you tease to his unconscious figure, “no wonder you’re so pale. Do you even remember what the sun looks like?”

“Do you always talk to sleeping people?”

You still at the sound of his voice, hand freezing in the middle of stroking through his hair. He doesn’t like that, either—his head presses up into your fingertips, a silent demand for more.

“You should be sleeping,” you scold gently, fingers returning to their earlier movements. You scratch lightly at his scalp and he shivers, humming in content. Like a cat, you think fondly, purring in your arms at the slightest show of affection.

Your morning routine starts with the same valiant effort every day: protecting Sylus from the sun. It’s honest work: he already doesn’t sleep very much through the night, and if he doesn’t sleep through the day because of a mild setback either, you think a number of poor victims would suffer the consequences of his tired, grouchy attitude.

So, you protect him as he falls asleep while the sun rises, beams of light slipping through the cracks of the blinds a little more with every minute. You watch him—with equal parts amusement and equal parts fondness, you watch every morning as he slowly shifts in his sleep. It starts with him inching closer and closer towards you, and ends with his head buried into your chest and his body curled around you like you’re a shield for the cruel light that disturbs him.

You like this routine, though. It’s the perfect chance to admire him, to bring a hand to trace over his relaxed features—the slightly crooked slant of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the defined edge of his jawline. And, of course, your favorite part: the soft, plump curves of his lips. He never does anything to indicate he’s awake, either. Nothing to even hint that he feels you, breathing slow and soft puffs of air peacefully nestled against you.

He looks delicate in slumber. Vulnerable. So agonizingly soft and fragile in a way he normally doesn’t look. (Oh, but does he feel soft, you always think. Sylus always feels so inexplicably soft.)

“I would be sleeping,” he finally grumbles, but it’s playful as he shifts to hide his face deeper into your chest while his nose presses against your collarbone. “But someone disrupted my efforts.”

“No, I protect you,” you huff, “with the way you avoid the sun in your sleep, you’d think the vitamin D would poison you.”

“If it was poisonous, then I’d be dead,” he sighs dramatically, cracking a crimson eye open and looking at you like he’s wounded. “You do a terrible job at keeping me shielded.”

“Maybe I’m trying to kill you in your sleep,” you wink, “ever think of that?”

He chuckles, voice low and still laced with the evidence of sleep from the raspiness of it. You smile softly at the sound, pressing a chaste kiss to his head while he moves to bury it into the crook of your neck. There’s something oddly comforting about it—holding him like this. Holding him while he hides into your body, melts against your skin, sinks weight onto you because you take it and he can.

“Go back to sleep,” you murmur sweetly, rubbing a slow, soothing hand up and down his bare back and tracing his spine. “I’ll make sure the sun knows not to bother my big, sleepy, vitamin D deficient baby.”

“I’m not vitamin D deficient,” he huffs.

“So you agree you’re a big, sleepy baby?”

He snores dramatically, pulling a giggle from your lips. A kiss presses to the skin of your neck, and they come from a pair of lips that feel suspiciously curled—like they’re smiling. You wrap your arms around him a little tighter, because close just doesn’t feel close enough when it’s him.

“Let’s hope I wake up without being poisoned,” he hums, half-asleep once more as you trace a finger along the sharp, muscled curves of his back.

You press one more kiss to his head before murmuring, “I’ll see what I can do.”

He lets out a gentle snore again, real this time. He’s sound asleep with his body molded against yours, routine like it is every morning—you protecting him from the sun, and him falling into your arms.

I just want to hold him while he peacefully rests and hide him away from the sun so he can sleep well like he deserves because he’s a BABY

To me he’s a baby :(

His new wife ; toji fushiguro [05]

Genre: angst

a/n: here comes to an end of a love. bittersweet, and a little tragic.

part one ; part two ; part three ; part four

[his whole life]

“I’m sorry, please forgive me. I’m sorry. It’s all m-my fault, please… please be angry at me, please scold me because I’m the one who caused this…! Please do anything to relieve your anger on me- please, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry that I just have to kill her-”

“Oh my, oh my…” Her mother kneeled on the floor, the small figure of Megumi was hugged tightly in her embrace, so tight that Megumi couldn’t utter a word but muffling his sobs to her shoulder.

This was a hug from his grandmother, the mother of his mother. It all made sense how she became such a warm person, she inherited it from this woman in front of him.

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bloody water pours between my thighs

Character: toji fushiguro | toji zenin

Authors Note: Alright! heres the second part to Toji x pregnant Reader fanfic! I’m currently working on similar piece after this which will be hopefully be posted by next week, I hope you all enjoy! <3

Warnings: graphic depictions of childbirth, cussing, crying, pregnancy, pet names

Synopsis:

“Mnnhhmmm Toji” you cried, whining as you felt the pressure in your belly increase. Suddenly you panicked, the feeling was so immense you nearly collapsed; grasping for Toji as your breath caught in your throat. “Toji, T-Toji, Toji.” 

He caught your arm, holding it up to maneuver you so you could see his face. “I’m right here, whatta need, kid?” He stroked the skin of your wrist, moving his hand from your back to rest on your wet cheek. 

It wasn’t that Toji was necessarily afraid of being a father - more so, he feared whether or not you’d survive this. Losing you terrified Toji. 

Your body knew what was happening before your mind fully registered that you were going into labor.

The first time it happened you were cleaning dishes; your stomach cramped unexpectedly as you scrubbed the baby blue sponge over the porcelain of the plate. 

You placed your hand on the corner of the sink to steady yourself, hissing as you brought a hand to grip the underside of your swollen middle. 

Toji was in the living room sharpening his sword, the Shink! of the blade helping to take your mind off the pain momentarily.

 The pain subsided, disappearing as soon as it had arrived. You simply shrugged and continued cleaning. 

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The second time it happened you were sat in Toji’s lap, his hands running over the plumpness of your ass - which had grown due to the pregnancy. Calloused hands squeezed appreciatively at the roundness of it. His mouth pressed to yours in a sweet kiss, contradicting the aggressive pulls and squeezes of his hands.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” Toji said, smiling through the kiss. “Givin’ me a lil brat to run around” he placed a hand on your belly, caressing the skin as he moved the hem of your shirt up and over your skin.

You moaned at his praise, holding a hand to his cheek, you moved your head back down to catch him in another kiss. 

Toji pulled away to crane his neck downward, slowly running the rough pads of his thumbs over your tummy; he traced the stretch marks that had painted themselves across your soft skin. 

Blushing, you went to pull his hand away making him swat your palm before you could interrupt his fascination with your body. 

“Stop it.” He muttered and leaned down to kiss the roundness of your belly, continuing down in a line of pecks, “So fuckin’ good for me.” He praised once more, moving his head up to catch your gaze. 

You shook your head, giggling softly and went to reply when a cramp tightened your belly making you gasp and screw your eyes shut. 

“Woah,” Toji rubbed your belly slightly, “Hey, you good, kid?” his worried expression deepened when you shook your head and tried curling in on yourself in an attempt to ease the tightening of your swollen middle. 

Toji watched you shiver and put two in two together, “Shh.” Toji comforted as you took deep breaths, rubbing your back.

When the pain finally released you took a deep inhale and looked at him sheepishly, almost afraid to make eye contact with the bigger man, in fear of being scolded for not telling him you were going into labor. 

“Was that a contraction?” Toji deadpanned. 

Looking everywhere but his eyes, you rubbed the back of your neck, chuckling nervously. ”N-no, I think it was just a kick.” hiding labor from Toji was pointless in the end, the baby was coming either way, but you were terrified - hoping that if Toji wasn’t aware it was happening that the reality of you having to give birth wasn’t one you’d have to experience. 

Toji still gave u a bored look, “Oh yeah, cause kicks make you look like you’re about to shit out a baby.” 

You blushed at his choice of words and looked down to his hands that were cupping the underside of your middle. 

“Okay…” you shifted a tad, bringing another fit of pain along with your movements you gasped and reached out, placing your hand on Toji’s shoulder and gritting your teeth. “Yeah it’s a contraction - oh” you tried laughing through your teeth - being cut off by the searing pain ripping itself throughout your abdomen.  

Toji sat silently, rubbing his hands over the taut skin of your stomach, pressing in random places hoping to relieve the pressure. 

“Are you doing okay?” he asked once you let out a shaky breath, signaling the contraction had passed. You nodded and he smiled warmly,.

Toji craned his neck to give you a quick peck and then moved back to get a look at your stomach, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the skin gently. 

You leaned back slightly and placed your hands on his knees, making more room for him. Bringing your hand to his head and carting your fingers through the raven strands, you focused on the softness of his hair to try and distract yourself from the foreseeable pain you were to feel within the now and when your baby arrived.

“You gotta be more nice t’ya momma, squirt.” Toji scolded lightly, rubbing his thumb over the swollen skin. “She’s putin’ in the blood, sweat, and tears to bring you here.” 

You smiled at his teasing and continued to play with his hair, only removing your hand when he moved to sit up straight once more, pulling you against his thick chest and wrapping his arms around you in a loose hug. 

He could feel the tension in your body - a clear sign of the fear that hung in the back of your mind. 

Toji squeezed your sides a bit and you giggled and squirmed making him smile, laughing at your reaction, he brought you back into the hug and placed his chin on your head, running his rough hands up and down your arms. 

“You’ll be okay kid, m’ not gonna let anything happen to ya.” Toji reassured you.

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Aftercare with Toji ♡

Headcanons! MDNI

Soft hours <3

Toji always gives you a final slap on your already flushed out ass, almost as if he's finalizing his job well done.

He fumbles to grab his phone off the nightstand, shaking hands opening the camera and positioning your almost lifeless body, taking another flick for his private gallery of only you.

"You okay, baby?" He finally speaks out after he gains back his breath, leaning over you and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

Toji will not let you out of bed after you fuck. "No, no stay still. Just lay there and look real pretty f'me, okay?"

Will definitely run a bath for you on a night when he isn't too tired out. He'll sit behind you, thick fingers previously used to turn you to slush, de-tangling your knotted up hair.

When he is too tired, he still trudges you over to the bathroom, letting you take care of your business before carrying you back to bed.

Loves to make you so fucked out that the only thing you can do is cling to him as he cleans you up.

Dresses you in only his huge, oversized clothes. He had a pair of boxers that you wore once months ago and from then on, they became yours.

One time, he almost cried after you insisted on giving him aftercare, saying, "You took such good care of me, you deserve it." He'd never felt more vulnerable than he did as you wiped the cum off of his body and replaced it with your soft lips and butterfly kisses.

Makes sure to cuddle you to sleep after every rough scene, a silent way of showing how much he loves you, and telling you he didn't mean all the mean things he said.

"Aw baby, look... you're bruising."

If you ever use your safe word, he silently backs away, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. He doesn't talk until you put your arms around his shoulders and assure him that you're okay.

"I'm sorry baby, I really didn't mean to go too far... you know I'd never really hurt you, right?"

Cherishes the silence of when the two of you just lay in the afterglow, feeling each other's bodies with no confines.

Always tells you how proud he is of you as he cleans you up <3

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I’m obsessed with soft fan arts of Toji n Megumi🥺

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Toji smut // Trying for a baby

You straddled Toji after an affectionate love making with him, Toji was nothing but meticulous when it came to you, and now he was getting you pregnant, he was even more so.

"You too tired old man?" You were 27, Toji was 35. You grinned cheekily. He gripped your hips and thrusted into you roughly. You gasped, hands falling to Toji's hard muscular torso. His hips jutted upwards easily despite your weight on him. ---- "Please, Toji." You trembled tiredly, your body was exhausted and yet Toji didn't stop rocking his hips into yours. You're on your back in missionary, but your begging for mercy makes Toji press you into a mating press and going even harder. Your mouth opens, no complaints are released as you whine, Toji grins. He slows down to give you some reprieve, at least you think so, until he begins to slowly thrust as deep as he can. ----

After showering and cleaning up, he laughed at the sudden shyness you had around him. "Come here baby," he pulls you in, "You're so cute, I'm just making sure you get pregnant." His hands hold the fat of your stomach, "Our baby is going to be here." He kisses your temple.

I miss your hands around my neck

Character: toji fushiguro | toji zenin

Authors Note: Hi!! omg, I just realized I hit 1k like yesterday and decided to write a lil blurb for my Toji x pregnant reader series, I hope you all enjoy!! I've been starting drafts for requests and I'm so excited to post them! <3<3

Warnings: 18+, breeding, daddy kink, pregnancy, morning sickness

Synopsis:

In all senses of the word, life was...busy. But you didn't mind it per say, the domestication that was brought to your family with the birth of your son was more than welcome and toji had fallen into the roll of a protective father from the time he’d found out you were pregnant and became even more of a helicopter parent as he’d watch Megumi crawl around the room, occasionally rolling over on the carpet and giggling at random things that would catch his eye.

You couldn't remember a time when you and toji struggled to have sex - let alone, conceive. The two of you constantly fucked like rabbits which resulted in you getting pregnant with Megumi, but now that he had been born, both you and toji hardly had enough time to even kiss. Either you were spending time with your son while toji was on a mission or toji was tickling him and blowing raspberries on Megumi’s pudgy little belly while you made dinner in the kitchen.

In all senses of the word, life was...busy. But you didn't mind it per say, the domestication that was brought to your family with the birth of your son was more than welcome and toji had fallen into the roll of a protective father from the time he’d found out you were pregnant and became even more of a helicopter parent as he’d watch Megumi crawl around the room, occasionally rolling over on the carpet and giggling at random things that would catch his eye.

As you stood in the kitchen in your pj’s while you made dinner you smiled as you listened to Megumi’s squeals of laughter and toji’s enthusiastic “dad voice” you’d called it after watching him carry your son into your bedroom one night, cupping him to his large chest and kissing all over his face. “Who’s my special little baby?” toji would ask through a chuckle before shoving his face back into the neck of your son to blow kisses and listen to him giggle hysterically.

Toji was asking that same question again in the living room, “Who’s my special little baby?” he waited a second before gasping and moving to blow another raspberry on the infant’s tummy making him erupt into another fit of giggles. You smiled from your place in the kitchen before moving your hand from the counter to your belly - a feeling of emptiness overcoming you as you’d forgotten you weren't pregnant; so used to caressing your stomach as a means to comfort yourself when toji wasn't around.

The sharp reminder that you weren't pregnant brought up a quick memory from something toji had said after megumi was born and the two of you were resting in the steel tub, your hands running along toji’s thick forearm as he gazed down at your son, “wanna have another.” toji had said. At the time you were in absolutely no rush to get pregnant again, too swollen and tired to even fathom the mere thought of carrying another child.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt a hand come to rest on your lower back making you shiver slightly before turning to see toji come into view, megumi held in his arms, giving you a toothless smile.

“There's my handsome boy,” you giggled and pulled Toji into a soft kiss by his shirt. The two relished in the small moment of silence - no screaming baby and no chaotic schedule, just you and toji. Tojis plush lips smiled against your own as a small hand came up to hit where the two of you were connected, a whine coming from your son.

You turned to take megumi from toji’s arms, his large hands following yours, making sure you had hold of him before backing up to rest against the island, arms crossing as he watched you bounce his son in your small arms and coo little silly things at him. As he watched you sway gently he couldn't help but think of you being pregnant again - knocking you up with a fat baby, seeing you get all round and swollen again, fuck, he loved knowing he was the reason your body would be changing, loved the idea of you carrying his children - this time maybe he’d get a baby girl out of you.

Toji blinked, pulling himself out of his lustful haze and ran a hand over his jaw, inhaling deeply and looking back up to see you smiling at him and holding megumi’s small hand in your own, moving his hand in a waving motion. Toji giggled at his babies before waving back and taking a step, closing the distance before kissing Megumi's forehead and then yours.

After dinner you had cleaned all the dishes and took Megumi up to the bathroom for a bath, sitting in the tub with him and holding him with one arm as he balanced his small feet on your thigh, pointing and squealing at the water when you’d playfully splash it.

Toji had come into the bathroom soon after you had started to shampoo megumi’s body, removing his clothes before climbing into the tub behind you, his hands coming up to pet your son’s face gently, the other stroking your soft back. “I love you so much, baby.” he whispered into the back of your head.

You turned slightly to smirk at him, “Are you talking to me or our son?”

Toji rolled his eyes before sitting back, resting against the edge of the tub and looking at your son from over your shoulder, “shut up.”

You giggled and moved megumi to toji who took him into his hands, holding him up and bringing his face to megumi’s belly to blow a raspberry on it. Meguimi erupted into a fit of giggles as his legs kicked the air aimlessly.

“Okay, okay, enough, I've gotta get him clean.” you said through a laugh and took him back into your arms before cupping your hand under the water and bringing it up to wash out the soap in megumi’s hair. “Sweet baby boy” you smiled as he looked around, shivering slightly at the cold water running down his back.

Toji watched lovingly from behind you, his chin resting in his palm as he made silly faces at his son, occasionally reaching over your small form to cup Megumi's chin or rub his small arms. “Baby?” he said softly.

Turning, you smiled at his dazed eyes before speaking in a small voice, “yes?”

“Let me give you another baby.”

You felt butterflies erupt in your belly and heat tighten in your core at such soft words coming from his deep voice. “This time a girl?” you smiled as you turned back to Megumi.

Toji shivered lightly before nodding, although you couldn't see him, “yeah, sweetheart, this time a girl.”

The next few days were spent taking care of megumi while teasing each other lightly; toji would kiss your neck as you made dinner and would caress your thighs when the two of you woke up. You would stroke his arms and cup his middle, stroking your nails down his back making him shudder before sending him on his way to another mission.

You had called your best friend asking if she could watch megumi for the night while you and toji had some time together, she had agreed before the words could even leave your mouth, ever since you had given birth she had been obsessed with megumi and did everything she could to see him anytime you let her.

Once she had picked him up you had immediately started getting ready, showering and putting on some makeup that would be sure to be running down your cheeks by the end of the night before getting into a pair of pj’s and shuffling down to the living room.

By the time toji got home it was 8pm and you had been waiting on the couch scrolling through your phone before you heard the lock to the front door open, seeing toji walkthrough, his black shirt modeled his body perfectly, you swore you drooled right there.

“Hey, baby,” he said, not looking at you as he closed the door before turning back to catch your eyes, noticing how silent the house was - plus the absence of your infant son. “Where's ‘gumi?” he asked, throwing the keys into a small dish beside the door.

“He’s with my friend, she said she could watch him for the night.” you smiled as he came into the room.

Toji smiled warmly back at you and walked into the living room to pull you into his arms gently, “c’mere, princess” he brought his hands down to your ass to squeeze you softly before bringing them back up to your face, kissing you gently.

“You’re so gentle tonight, what’s going on?” a growing concern pooling in your belly as you watched him pull back to rub his thumbs against your cheeks.

“Nothing, sweetheart…” he kissed you again, “just lovin’ on my girl.” he smiled and kissed you again before backing up and pulling you into his lap softly, your thighs straddling his thick waist. Toji moaned into your mouth as he caressed your ass, pulling you closer to him, your breasts rubbing against his chest.

“God you’re so cute.” toji moaned as he kissed your collar bone, smoothing his calloused hands up your back softly.

You shivered slightly before pulling back to cup his jaw in your small hands, “I wanna make you a daddy again, want you to fill me up.” you said quietly, toji’s expression still soft as his eyes glazed over with lust.

“Yeah?” he smiled and grabbed your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he stood up from the couch and made his way up the stairs to your shared bedroom. Setting you on the bed gently he placed himself on top of you and began to kiss you again, tongue sliding against your own as you moaned into his mouth making him smile.

Pulling back toji stat back on his haunches to pull his shirt off before kissing you again, your hands coming to rest over his shoulders as one of his cupped your head and the other moved down to your pj’s bottoms, hand sliding beneath the soft fabric to play with the hem of your panties.

Toji pulled away from your lips to stroke your cheek gently as he looked into your eyes, panting slightly and eyes lidded, “hey, baby,” he smiled and kissed you once more, “you okay?” he rubbed your hip softly. “This okay?” he nodded with you as you pulled him back into your hold, kissing him again making him chuckle.

“Okay, okay,” he moved your shirt slightly, helping you pull it off before pressing your chests together and kissing you again.

The skin-to-skin contact had your head reeling, fogging at the intimacy and gentleness of the moment. It was just the two of you.

“C’mon sweet girl,” toji pulled your pj pants off with the help of you lifting your hips, bringing his hand up to cup your ankle and pulling your leg up to press soft kisses against your plush thighs, slowly making his way down to your panties. He kissed the pink fabric gently making you whine.

“Oh, i know, i know, daddy’s mean isn't he.” he smirked against your skin, biting the inside of your thigh before gently pulling your underwear off and throwing them behind him.

“Good god.” he groaned and kissed your folds. You sighed at his touch and reached down to sift your hands through his hair, his own hand coming up to grab your own, the two of your hands clasped together as you moaned,

Toji continued to lap at your cunt, sucking at your clit and occasionally sitting back to scissors you open, thumb rubbing small circles over your bud and index finger curling to tap your g-spot, rubbing at the spongy muscle softly.

You whimpered and reached down with your other hand to hold his wrist that was scissoring you open, “daddy, daddy, daddy” you moaned, a hot tightness pooling in your belly making your face scrunch up as you curled in on yourself, your toes flaring. “M Gonna cum.” you whined.

“Cum for me, sweetie.'' Toji cooed, moving his hand over your clit faster before watching your jaw drop and eyes roll back into your head, your back arching as your body tried to crawl away from his menstruations. You painted, chest rising and falling, looking up you caught toji’s smirk making you hit his arm lightly.

“Shut up.” you threw your arm over your eyes, listening to him chuckle as he moved back over you, the bed shifting with his weight. Toji reached up to pull your arm away from your face, making you grumble slightly and push him away.

Toji grabbed your arm before you could push him, “hey, stop it.” he moved your arm away and grabbed your hips, pulling your body towards his own, “c’mon, be good for daddy.” toji smiled and brought his lips to yours again. Toji hummed against your lips, grasping your plush thighs in his rough hands to pull them up over his shoulders.

Breaking away from the kiss you painted breathlessly and looking down between the two of you to see toji’s cock resting against your folds, he took a hand down to rub his tip up and down your mound, your slick collecting over his swollen member.

“Daddy please,” you wined, looking up at him, your lips parting as he gently pushed into you, never breaking eye contact until he bottomed out, making you moan deeply. Toji pulled back a bit to cup your hips and bring your body closer to his as he pushed all the way in again, maneuvering you into a mating press as he did so.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck” you whimpered as he began to thrust into you, his balls slapping against your skin; the sound was so fucking lewd, your slicked thighs creating a near pornographic sound as toji continued to rut into your heat.

“Yeah, yeah that feels good, sweetheart?” toji smiled, his dark hair flopping against his forehead lightly, “like when daddy fills you up?” his rough hand pet the side of your stomach lightly.

“Mhm- feel so full.” you whined, head looking to the side and eyes rolling into the back of your head. Moaning you felt your legs tense as your orgasm approached, spine tingling and abdomen tightening. “Daddy, daddy.” you mewled, tears pouring over your soft cheeks.

Toji got down onto his forearms to pet your face softly, “what is it babycakes?” he kissed your jaw and down your neck. You brought your hands up to grip his bicep roughly, face scrunching as your abdomen tightened again.

“M Gonna cum.” you managed through your clenched teeth.

Toji kissed you roughly, and began to piston into you faster, “wait for daddy, sweetie.” he groaned, tucking his head into your neck.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, “daddy, m gonna cum, m gonna cum.” you whimpered, tears pouring.

“Shh, c’mon, cum for me.” toji pulled back to watch your face as you came, your legs tensed on his shoulders, trembling as you moaned deeply at the feeling of toji’s heavy cock resting inside of your hot cunt. Toji kissed the inside of your thighs as his cum pooled inside of you.

“Good girl.” he smiled and kissed you again.

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You couldn't remember a time you were this nervous, your hands shook as you stared down at the pregnancy test in your hands, you were sitting on the lid of the toilet and toji was leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, arms crossed and black shirt straining against his chest.

“Honey, calm down.” toji said through a chuckle.

You looked up at him, your lip bit gently as you nodded before placing the text onto the bathroom counter. Toji brought you up from the toilet seat and stood behind you in the mirror, crouching down to kiss the side of your neck softly.

“M’tellin’ ya, you gotta relax,” toji rubbed a thumb over your tummy.

You nodded against him, closing your eyes as you steadied your breathing, too excited to know whether or not you were pregnant again. Toji swayed the two of you from side to side while holding a kiss to your neck. “You’re my good girl huh.” he smiled against your skin.

You blushed at his words before turning to look at him, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek.

Toji leaned forward and kissed you gently, “I told you I'd get you pregnant.” he smirked against your lips. You pulled away from him to look at his hands which were holding the test, clear doubled lines written over the screen making you grasp the stick from his hands.

You squealed happily before turning around and jumping into his arms, hugging yourself to him as closely as you could. “Thankyou toji, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou.” you giggled and toji chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down your back before pulling you into a kiss and stroking your belly gently.

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This pregnancy was different, you could tell. The morning sickness was almost killing you, you’d wretched into the toilet bowl for at least an hour every morning, your swollen middle clenching. Toji would stand to the side of you, cupping your hair in his hand and pulling it back away from your mouth as you’d empty your stomach. With megumi, morning sickness had stopped by the time you hit your second trimester, this baby, or as toji liked to call your unborn child, ‘bubba’, your morning sickness continued into your second trimester.

Leaning back from the toilet you pressed into one of toji’s legs, he brought a hand down to pet your forehead softly, stroking your clammy skin. “I’m sorry, sweetie. Bubba’s not being too nice to ya is she” toji moved over you and flushed the toilet before picking you up into his arms and placing you onto the edge of the bathtub.

Once toji found out you were pregnant he immediately took it upon himself to revamp your entire home, he replaced the metal tub with a porcelain one and started taking apart the old guest bedroom to make room for Megumi to have a bigger room and “bubba” to have their own nursery.

You relished in the coolness of the bathroom, wanting nothing more than to lay down onto the cool tires and fall asleep.

“C’mere” toji motioned with his hand and helped you into the tub, supporting your back as you sat down. “Good girl.” He sat down beside you on the edge of the tub and stroked your belly gently, letting you relax into the soapy water. “She calmed down a bit?” toji gave you a worried expression and you nodded.

“Yeah, she’s okay now, just really heavy- like-'' you moved your hands to express how you felt but only puffed your cheeks in frustration “like- i don't know!” you dropped your hands into the water and leaned back against the tub, closing your eyes and toji laughed.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he stroked your belly again, “if i could take away all the pain i would.”

You peaked an eye open and smirked at him, “don’t pretend you don't like seeing me like this, all tired out from carrying around your kid.”

Toji chuckled at that, still watching your swollen middle protectively, “yeah, i do.”

Once finished, toji helped you out of the tub and aided in dressing you before helping you down the stairs into the kitchen where megumi was watching tv. You sat down in one of the chairs at the table as toji started to make breakfast for megumi, pouring cereal into a bowl and bringing it over to the small boy on the rug. “Don’t spill that please.” he ruffled the boy’s head as he nodded enthusiastically.

Toji made his way back into the kitchen where he came over to where you were sitting and kneeled down in front of you, kissing your belly gently before stroking it, “what’s she feeling today?”

“Lucky Charms?” you smiled sheepishly at him, watching his expression go blank making you giggle. Toji didn't really like the idea of his babies consuming sugary shit, especially his still-growing-in-the-womb babies. “Please, toji, please” you brought your hands into a prayer as he got up and kissed your head.

“Fineeee” he smiled and went back to pour your cereal. Toji came back and handed you your bowl, pulling a chair up next to you and sitting down in it. Toji smiled as he watched you eat, his jaw in his hand and his other hand placed on your belly.

“You’re so beautiful” toji smiled.