Need Sukuna In Racer Au 😩

Need sukuna in racer au 😩

REWARDS FROM A RACER

a/n: more of smut than him being a racer …. im not opposed to doing a ‘how they met’ ngl

wc: 2.1k

warnings: ooc sukuna, dom!sukuna, lewd declarations in public, he’s a little mean and calls you ‘whore’, ‘slut’, praise, degradation, pet names, car sex, semi-public sex, oral (m! receiving), light face-fucking, unprotected sex, riding, p → v penetration, clit stimulation, dash of daddy kink, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

“doll, c’mon, we don’t have much time till the race starts.”

“i know, ’kuna! give me a minute, ’m just tightening the screws on the crankshaft.” you already hear the joke from miles away, a soft chuckle comes after he mumbles “heh, shaft” and you resist the urge to roll your eyes while stifling a smile. it seems like sukuna had enough of waiting for you in the driver’s seat, so he meets you at the front of the car where the hood is popped.

if anyone told you sukuna was someone who would’ve made time for anyone else but himself, you would laugh in their face because when had ryomen “king of curses” sukuna ever thought about anyone but himself? he had all that he could have: a ’66 Ford GT40 (that he named king of curses — a tad bit goofy, he knows), girls on his arm, first place for every race he took part in. he was untouchable.

but during a night in the midst of a drag race he saw you outside a club, barely catching a glimpse of you shoving off a man who couldn’t take no for an answer. he wasn’t surprised to see kenjaku — another racer from another region and someone who he had an infamous rival with — laugh when he had come to your rescue, cut off when the king of curses landed a clean hit to the other’s face. sukuna made sure you were okay after the whole debacle, but he also fucked you silly to show you how a man should really be treating you.

it was the only race he ever lost.

“sometimes i forget how much shit you put up with when you’re with me,” sukuna grins, a sneaky hand moving from your waist to your ass to squeeze it, “fixing my engine like an obedient little girl.”

you simply turn to him with a bored expression, but you can’t deny the throb between your legs when he talks to you like that, “glad you’re self aware, ’kuna.”

“smart mouth you have there, hm?” sukuna pulls you even closer against his front and you can already feel the half-hard bulge there. he’s always hard before a race, too. that you know, because it’s an emerging characteristic of his that you’re not opposed to because sukuna ends up pounding into you in his driver’s seat once the race is finished. he just can’t help the adrenaline, can’t he?

“guess i’ll just have to ruin you,” sukuna cuts off your next reply with a messy kiss, swallowing the soft moans that leave your mouth at the temporary relief you’re getting from grinding on him, “later.”

you scoff, feigning annoyance, “yeah, yeah, i know. you never miss a race.”

sukuna just smiles, smacking your ass slyly and makes his way to the driver’s seat before you have time to gasp, simply raising an eyebrow (“don’t tell me you didn’t like that?”) when you slap his chest later in the passenger seat.

“oh god, he’s going to do that thing again right?” beside you are the other more prominent racers of tokyo, the famous four excluding sukuna. gojo is the one who asked the question, nudging you with a grin that’s got you groaning into your hands. slowly, you nod.

across from you is sukuna in his Ford GT40, shouting with his windows rolled down, “i’m gonna fuck you so good after i win this race, princess!” and while you’re turned on at the prospect, you’re also wincing at how everyone whoops and cheers because he does this in every race. it never gets old, though, just as the laughter of the other four floods your ears.

“do you really have to scream it every time?” you lean down to the window once the two cars are at the starting line, running a hand through his mildly sweaty locks. his perspiration is a little pink from the dye he’s used to top up the colour of his hair and you jokingly wipe your wet hands on his top.

sukuna grabs your wrist, pulling you gently to give you a noisy, sloppy kiss, his words whispered against your lips, “they have to know how you scream every night.”

you tsk with a laugh, hand reaching down to palm his dick that makes him grunt, “give ’em hell, baby.”

and he definitely makes the other wish he never was born. sukuna likes to play dirty, bumping into the rear of the other when he’s behind, sending a middle finger to the racer when he passes him, it’s part of why your boyfriend tends to prefer solitude because he’s not on everyone’s good side.

with skidding tires, sukuna finishes with a dashing grin, but he’s so focused on you that he doesn’t realise the crowd around him, some reaching forward to congratulate him, others wanting to touch his car. the racer barks out before anyone can violate his ride.

“oi, you fuckin’ idiots dare touch my car and i swear i’ll fuck up yours.”

beside you, geto mutters out a yeesh while gojo just giggles, patting your shoulder before you bid goodbye to the famous four. the crowd makes way for you, naturally, when you walk towards his car, because what kind of mental person willingly dates sukuna? they follow your figure as you make your way to him, swaying your hips for everyone to see, but you hardly care when all you can fixate on is his promise to you before every race starts.

and all he does that night is fulfil his promise, whisking you away from the cramped parking lot and into the late tokyo roads, whizzing past street lamps and cop cars and howling at the top of his voice. he loves it, he loves you and you see it every time he drives you home after a late night race and every time he noisily drives up to you when someone’s bothering you.

sukuna loves your body, too, because all you know later on is his cock in your mouth on a quiet, remote mountain used for drifting. with the winter season approaching, it was desolate, except for the way your head bobs up and down on his length, which hardens even more inside your mouth.

“that’s it, fuckkk yes.” sukuna groans, a hand clutching onto the leather of his seat while the other finds purchase in your hair, pulling on your locks till it hurts. with his hips moving erratically paired with the soreness in your jaw, it’s really the only thing you can concentrate on in an awkward position while hovering over the stick shift. “suck like the dirty cockslut you are.”

“’kuna, mmfhh—!” your hands rush to find his thighs on a particularly deep thrust, tip hitting the back of your throat and you look up at sukuna through teary lashes and breathe through your nose before he lets you off briefly. but your mouth is too warm just like how your pussy feels and sukuna forces your head onto him again.

sukuna groans when he lets you do your own thing, mouth taking half of him while your hands help you with the other, alternating between taking sucking the bottom of his cock and lapping at his tip, continuing to flutter your lashes at him.

“stick out your tongue f’me, doll,” he manages to choke out a moan, grabbing his cock to slap it on your tongue (it’s so heavy that you moan), making lewd sounds before he starts thrusting again, feeling every inch of your mouth with no time to warn you of his impending orgasm until the car is filled with his incessant groans and grunts, hips faltering at how your mouth just keeps sucking. “fuck— i’m cumming.” sukuna spills unexpectedly, shooting his cum deep down your throat and you moan around his shaft. he’s not laughing now, focused solely on getting every last bit of cum into your system as he tilts his head back in utmost pleasure.

“take all of it,” his movements slow down, admiring how you look like you worship him with a lax mouth and pleading eyes, and he knows you do, but before that he’s ensuring you know that his worship of you overtakes yours by miles, pulling you impatiently to his seat before dragging your panties to the side. the other likes it when you wear skirts, easy access he says, licking his lips in anticipation when he sees how the fabric sticks to your cunt from how wet you were, leaving a string of arousal that snaps once it’s far enough.

“well? what’re you waiting for?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, a small chuckle leaving him when you mumble out a i’m getting to it! as you gather the slick leaking from your needy pussy. the feel of his mushroom tip against your clit is gratifying and you line him up before sinking down slowly. even after taking him multiple times, his size always makes your eyes widen and jaw drop at the stretch, incoherent whimpers leaving as he watches you take all nine inches of him.

“s’kuna, f-fuck…” you wrap your arms around his neck, suddenly shy at being so spread open for him to see, “s’big, you’re so big!” he hums, pressing little kisses down the side of your face while kneading your ass, plush thighs nestled around his pelvis so cutely that he appreciates your brief pause before you start riding him — because he can’t resist cumming when he sees you crying on top of him, trying his best to prolong the way you feel around him.

“i know i’m big, but you’re taking me so well, aren’t you, baby?” sukuna coos, holding your eyes that struggle to stay open as you bounce on his thick cock, ass meeting his hips in noisy pap’s as you flood his car with whining pleas of him filling you to the brim. there’s a white ring of pre-cum at the base of his shaft where your juices mix, dripping down the hilt and onto his balls, definitely soaking his leather seats. “just a whore for me to fuck stupid, yea?”

you nod frantically, babbling to no one as you throw your head back, pussy clenching when his lips meet your tits and he sucks hard on your nipples, flicking his tongue around your buds before moving to the other. “got so t-tight from me doing that,” sukuna laughs, wrapping a hand ’round your chin to force you to look at him. lips pursed, eyes blown wide from his cock in your cunt, hair sticking to your forehead, he swear he could cum deep in you right there and then.

“you love how i stretch you out?” he then yanks your head down to make you watch how your pelvis meets his, juices spurting in all directions by how wet you were. it truly was a sight, how his cock disappears into you and reappears, thighs burning from how fast you were bouncing on him.

“love it s’much, daddy,” you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you grab his free hand, bringing it to your neglected clit that’s been throbbing all night, “but i n-need you here, s’kuna…” and when he starts to rub circles into your puffy clit, you jolt at the feeling, screaming out obscenities at the sensations that overwhelm your body. he knows you’re getting tired and close, too.

so he shocks you by thrusting up, your body immediately halting to receive the way he rails into you and while your muscles are still cramping, it’s infinitely better than riding him. with his thrusts and his hand on your clit, you can already feel the coil in your stomach turning as your body slumps against him, “daddy!”’s spilling from your lips with mixed wanton moans. “that’s it, a good little slut who’s taking daddy’s cock, fuck—”

“so warm, and tight,” within seconds, his thrusts are irregular when you start to clench around him again, high-pitched whines filling his ears before you reach your high with a slack jaw and trembling thighs, body lined with sweat. but it’s the way your cum leaks down his length that gets sukuna releasing after you, the familiar pleas of wanting his cum deep in your cunt. he does just that, grunting into your neck when his hips thrust deeply before he releases his hot, thick semen into your pussy, gushing out because there’s just so much.

“love it when i breed my girl,” he mutters with a laugh breathlessly while you’re moaning softly at how he’s still spilling into you, overflowing cum leaking from your cunt even when he’s still inside. sukuna grins when your hips never really stop, still continuing to grind aimlessly.

“love my sweet girl who can’t think of anything but getting fucked stupid.”

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werewolf!toji has been watching you for months. he watches you hidden among the trees and bushes as you wander into the woods each day in your red cape to carry a basket of sweets and medicine to your sick grandmother who lives across the mountain.

werewolf!toji has learned the path you walk from your home to your old granny’s. he has learned the nursery rhymes you hum to keep your mind busy when you walk through that forest surrounded by fierce beasts that hide in the dark but peer at you with their big green eyes. he has learned to recognize your intoxicating scent when you are most breedable.

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werewolf!toji can’t take it anymore though. not when he sees you walking around his forest in a skirt that barely covers your pretty ass, your legs wrapped in thigh-high socks, and that cape so clearly seen even as evening falls.

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y8zuriha

2 years ago

𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐔𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

summary: you, a succubus, had your eyes on that delicious prey you've been spying on, it's been weeks now and you can't wait any longer, you need to taste him. but , this man may not be a prey after all...

this one will probably buy me a first class ticket to hell 🤠

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tw: reversed predator-prey dynamic, dubcon at the beginning, feral white-haired freak, kinda somnophilia, degradation, aphrodisiac (succubus pheromones), monster!reader (the reader has horns), stalking, not once the word clit is pronounced, a lot of cursing

his long, white eyelashes fluttered as you ran your clawed fingers on his shoulder. he shifted a little in his sleep, turning his legs so he was now resting entirely on his back, his toned chest and his v-line fully exposed to your hungry eyes. the sight was ravishing, but it wasn't enough anymore. you had spent weeks watching him, observing him coming home late at night and slowly taking off his clothes, running his hand in his hair while letting out an exhausted sigh from his mouth. more than once you had to resist the urge to break through the window of his bedroom to suck him dry, but patience was a virtue, and you wanted to make sure he was perfect and ready for you.

during several days you had released your pheromones, causing him to wake up in the middle of the night, all pent up, painfully hard and oh so frustrated, his hand never giving him the satisfaction he wanted. once he drifted off to sleep again, you could easily visit him in his dreams, dragging your hands along his hot and sensitive skin, making him twist in his sleep, moaning softly. he was full of lust every night, and this one was no exception. the feather touches you were giving him were enough to make him softly whimper. you moved a little closer, getting yourself between his legs as you kept touching him. you lifted your hands to his neck, slowly tracing his jawline with a finger, getting even closer to softly kiss the skin under his ear.

you heard him whimper, and you knew you couldn't wait any longer. he was so touch starved, so frustrated from all the teasing he had to endure, making him crave for it was the only way to satisfy your appetite. and you knew that all this waiting was worth it when you put your hand on his clothed dick. he wasn't big, he was fucking huge. you felt yourself clenching around nothing at the sight. you placed a few kiss on the bulge of his shorts, and you heard a sigh coming out of him, making you smile. slowly, you removed his shorts, sliding them down his ankles, his cock immediately slamming up on his abdomen, already in an angry shade of red.

you licked your lips, your predatory gaze savoring this moment, you bent your body until your head was only a few inches away from his dick, and in a voracious gesture, you licked the underside of him, taking the head in your mouth right after, guiding your tongue in circles around it. he immediately reacted, his hand closing into a fist while his mouth fell open. you slided him a little further in your mouth, resting your hand on the part you couldn't fit inside of your mouth. his whimpers were getting louder, as his hips began to slightly thrust into your mouth. you greedily kept sucking, the room filled with wet and obscene noises caused by your saliva and the moans you were making, his taste was exquisite, only leaving you aching for more.

feeling your greed growing wider and wider, as if nothing but his moans could satisfy your lust, you barely felt the hand placed on the top of your head, only noticing when you felt yourself pushed on his dick, making you gag as your nose touched his pubic hair. surprised, you tried to get out of his hold, only for him to groan as he loosened his grip, allowing you to gasp for some air. you lifted your eyes to meet his gaze in the darkness of the bedroom, his eyes were dangerously filled with lustful intentions. you two exchanged a long stare, both of you out of breath, sweat glistening from your foreheads, and an obvious arousal leaking out from both of your sensitive parts.

"c'mon suck my dick you fucking bitch."

his voice resonated in your head, echoing like a mantra for you to learn by heart. you couldn't really fight his order, you were already aching to feel him in your mouth once more. him waking up didn't change your plan, you were still in control here... right? the predatory look he was holding was telling you otherwise and you definitely had some doubts when he shoved his dick down your throat once again, making you gag on it as he cursed in a deep voice. moving his hand from your hair, he took one of your horns, controlling the pace with ease as you cried around him.

"it's you isn't it? the thing I've been seeing in my dreams- ah shit!"

his hips bucked once more and he let you get some air. you inhaled deeply, your watery eyes falling once again on him, his blue orbs were terrifying, glowing in the dark, watching your every movement like he knew everything about you, all your weaknesses and deepest desires. you had never met someone with a gaze like his, usually all your prey were able to give you was a half-lidded look, too lost in the pleasure to actually see you. you found yourself backing up a little, something that didn't go unnoticed by him. grabbing your chin harshly, he moved closer to you, his tall and lean body towering yours.

"don't you dare fucking move. aren't you the one who started all of this? it's your fault isn't it?"

it was. and he knew it as well as you. for weeks he had craved your touch, unconsciously thinking about you all day, and fucking his own bedsheets in his sleep while dreaming of you. and now you were here, in front of him, naked in his bed, at his mercy. and he wasn't going to let you escape now that he had you here, for real.

as he was talking, one of his hand made its way down your body, and a ferocious smile adorned his face when he felt the wet mess between your legs. his other hand squeezed a little harder your face when he heard you whimper.

"fuck I'm so fucking hard." he cursed under his breath.

you lowered your eyes, he was leaking with precum and throbbing, it was painful to watch.

"you're going to do something about it, isn't that right sweetie? you're going to let me use you..."

and before you could do anything he flipped you over your knees, spreading your legs apart, taking a good view of your soaked pussy. your body jolt when you felt the head of his dick pushing inside of you.

"take it, take it all the fucking way in you slut..."

your pheromones were too much for him, his fingers digging into the flesh of your skin, he slammed his hips against your ass, making you sink into the mattress. you both drowned in a drunk ecstasy, having waited for this for weeks. your eyes rolled back and he breathed heavily behind you, ramming into your tight hole as if his life was depending on it. maybe it was. he grabbed your horns, making you arch your back to penetrate you deeper. this new position caught you by surprise, feeling his dickhead grazing that sweet spot so deliciously. you let out a broken whine and your tongue lolled out of your mouth, feeling that knot in your stomach coil up. you weren't in control anymore, your whole body was giving up under the assault of his hips. you weren't used to this, usually your prey were the one under you, squirming through your touch and begging for more. but here the roles seemed to be reversed.

"you needed me so badly huh? you craved to feel my dick buried deep inside your perfect fucking pussy- ahh fuck!"

he was chasing his own high, but he was still hitting all your sensitive parts and you felt yourself tightening around him when he pressed his chest against your back, feeling his hot breath against the skin of your neck.

"I think I'm going to keep you, wouldn't you like that? wouldn't you like to be my personal little fuck toy, for me to use whenever I want, mmh?"

if it wasn't his dirty words it sure was his teeth biting your neck that made you cum. you felt your legs gave up under the pressure of his body weighting against yours. he circled his arm around your waist, keeping you in place while he was fucking you through your orgasm.

"don't pass out now little thing, I'm not fucking done with you yet. you wanted this so fucking take it."

you whined, weakly holding on the sheets of the bed.

"fucking. take. it." his three words followed by a particularly harsh thrust, he tightened his grip on your waist, groaning deeply as he felt himself coming closer and closer from his release.

"fuck I'm gonna cum. 'gonna fill you up so good..." you managed to understand through the incoherent babbling that he was growling. finally you felt it, hot and white spurts shooting inside of you, making you feel so full and satisfied. your body twisted in content as you felt the white-haired man move behind you, grabbing your shoulder to lay you down on the bed in a gentle gesture. to your surprise, his blue eyes were still dark with lust, lurking over your naked body with a predatory gaze.

"you're mine from now on, got that?"

your pheromones were definitely too much for him.

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y8zuriha

2 years ago

N-need more … zhongli and chubby goddess reader .. or I’ll collapse

*catches you as you’re falling* fret not, anon… you’ve come to the right person for all things Squish related….

fem + chubby reader, an unofficial but totally official continuation to my rex lapis x chubby archon reader from the other day, body worship, and thighfucking below!

N-need More … Zhongli And Chubby Goddess Reader .. Or I’ll Collapse

rex lapis who summons his darling little goddess of fertility wife with a simple call of your name— after he was gracious enough to take you in and grant you his protection, you quickly decided that being at his beck and call was in your best interest. who would you be to fight him, deny him, or stall him when he awarded you more kindness and graciousness than he’s ever awarded anyone else? when he calls for you, you answer, and now is no different.

you enter the room with a clumsy curtsy, folding your hands in front of you as he flips through a stack of papers. “my beloved,” he says simply, deep amber eyes leaving the contract he’s proofreading and gazing up at you. “come closer.”

“are you coming to bed soon?” you ask sweetly, trying to tread lightly so you don’t accidentally ask any invasive questions about his work. it’s none of your business— you’re not the god of contracts.

he only shakes his head, sighing and setting his papers down. “not anytime within the hour, i’m afraid. there’s much to be done before i meet with that troublesome archon of war tomorrow afternoon.”

you can’t hide your disappointment. you were hoping he’d resign himself to bed early for once so you could invite him to snuggle and hopefully then some. he works so hard— you’d like to take care of your husband even if he’s not generally the affectionate type.

and how he’d like to leave his paperwork for the night and fill his palms with something a little softer and sweeter than the stained, tattered cloth of ancient scrolls and contracts. how he’d like to indulge in the soft, comforting warmth only his wife is able to provide— rex lapis is inclined to believe that you’re hoping to tempt him into bed with the way you’re dressed. how sweet— his demure, flustered little wife wants to rile him up.

your nightgown is sheer enough to easily make out the outline of your areolas through the fabric and tiny enough to catch where it clings to your ample waist and soft belly— is there anything more erotic than seeing the gentle curve of your plump belly visible in your tight pajamas and sheer gowns? he doesn’t believe so.

answering his prior request, you make your way over to his desk. the candlelight coming from his workspace illuminates your body nicely— your husband really can make out the outline of your soft tits through the sheer silk of your nightgown.

“and is this your way of inviting me to bed?” he asks, expression completely neutral. oh, archons— is he going to mock you for such a pitiful attempt? scold you for attempting to interrupt his work? dismiss you with a disappointed sigh and a flick of his wrist? your husband is by no means cruel, but he does tend to be… cold.

“i thought that— it’s not… it’s not like that, i was just… getting comfortable,” you answer in a tiny voice, fiddling with the hem of your nightgown and tugging your bottom lip in between your teeth. “is it… no good?”

rex lapis replaces his quill pen in its dish of ink and sets it aside. “apologies, i didn’t mean it like that. it looks lovely on you, truly.”

“thank you, my love.”

rex lapis swallows hard— how do you always manage to be so sweet? how have you lived so many centuries untouched by the sin, wrath, and war every other god hasn’t been able to escape? how do you always manage to chip at his cold exterior?

“come here a moment,” he murmurs, hands settling on your soft waist. the way your body easily gives beneath his hands and allows him to get a good grip on you does more to him than he’d ever admit. soft and easily manipulated like bread dough, warm like a quilt left to dry in the sunlight all day, and more comforting than any of teyvat’s finest luxuries. you allow him to tug you into his lap, your arms shakily wrapping around his shoulders to better balance yourself on his thighs.

“this truly does look lovely on you. shall we go to the harbor tomorrow and purchase more silk to craft you a few more?” rex lapis offers, one of his dark, dully glowing hands sliding up the apex of one of your plump thighs. “perhaps paired with a necklace carved from cor lapis as well.”

his other hand gently maps the curve of your neck and your shoulder, relishing in the way you shiver and breathe his name quietly. you say nothing as he continues to trace your body like he’s drafting a map of liyue, his fingers dipping into the valley of your cleavage before retreating and drawing over the plump swells of your breasts.

“beautiful,” he murmurs contently, resting his face in the crook of your neck. “not a thing in all of teyvat could ever provide a man, mortal or immortal, with the same comfort and security his wife can.”

a hand grabbing at the soft tuft of your lower belly makes you shiver against his thighs, inadvertently rutting yourself against his leg as he gropes a generous handful of your tummy.

“lovely indeed,” he says matter-of-factly, as if he’s confirming a theory. “this softness serves as its own testament to a life of comfort, luxury, and generosity. my hands have long since worn down to callouses and bone from never-ending war and, as i’m sure you’ve noticed, my body is lined with a electric storm of scars after having sustained so many injuries. but you…”

your husband cups the plump heft of your belly in one of his broad palms, soft and undeniably warm against his skin as he massages your tummy with determination. “but you, my dearest… you stand for all the things i’ve fought for all this time. safety, comfort, and prosperity. a body this lovely is no greater proof of that.”

rex lapis cups your waist once more and gently drags you against one of his muscled thighs, sighing in delight in response to your surprised and pleasured moans. oh, he’d just love to eat you up.

“please allow me to continue worshipping your body as any man ought to worship his beloved, my love.”

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y8zuriha

3 years ago

only for tonight | toji

✧ pairings ; toji fushiguro x sorcerer!fem!reader

✧ summary ; your mission was supposed to eliminate the sorcerer killer not to fuck him

✧ includes ; enemies to lovers (?) + dubcon + size kink + heavy breeding kink + exhibitionism + forced breeding (?) + gun play (?) + oral (m. recieving) + toji’s breeding balls + belly bulge + cuminflation + dacryphilia + degradation + dumbification + creampie + praise + use of the word k*ll,

✧ wc ; 2.9k

— ahh this is my entry for @sugawara-sweetheart decadence collab, this is an honor i luv her. special thanks to @anime-nymph , @mahitochan and @semisgroupie for beta reading this ILYSM <3

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“Haven’t I seen you before, sweetheart?”

Toji Fushiguro says under a raspy tone as a dangerous smile curls on his lips. He plays with the drink in his hands, observing from the corner of his eyes how you shift awkwardly on your seat.

Ignoring his question, you call the bartender, eliciting a humorless chuckle from the bulky man next to you.

And you wonder, why the fuck did you think this was a good idea.

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y8zuriha

2 years ago

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𝟔. 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Eren Yeager

𝟕. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 - Toji Fushiguro

𝟖. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 - Kento Nanami

𝟗. 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Tooru Oikawa

𝟏𝟎. 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 - Suguru Getou

𝟏𝟏. 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Levi Ackerman

𝟏𝟐. 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Satoru Gojo

𝟏𝟑. 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 - Tengen Uzui

𝟏𝟒. 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - Kento Nanami

𝟏𝟓. 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 - Suguru Getou and Shoko Ieiri

𝟏𝟔. 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 - Erwin Smith

𝟏𝟕. 𝐃𝐨𝐦/𝐒𝐮𝐛 - Toji Fushiguro

𝟏𝟖. 𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 - Satoru Gojo

𝟏𝟗. 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Naoya Zenin

𝟐𝟎. 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Hajime Iwaizumi

𝟐𝟏. 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - Kiyoomi Sakusa

𝟐𝟐. 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Toji Fushiguro

𝟐𝟑. 𝐂𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Kento Nanami ft. Satoru Gojo

𝟐𝟒. 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - Shoko Ieiri

𝟐𝟓. 𝐖𝐚𝐱 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - Toji Fushiguro

𝟐𝟔. 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐞𝐱 - Koutarou Bokuto

𝟐𝟕. 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - Sukuna

𝟐𝟖. 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 - Toji Fushiguro

𝟐𝟗. 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Kento Nanami

𝟑𝟎. 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 - Suguru Getou

𝟑𝟏. 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 - JJK Men

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y8zuriha

3 years ago

Day 43 - we had Cafe AU jjk bois, how bout Bartender AU jjk bois (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

Edit : Day 44 - added Toji!

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y8zuriha

3 years ago

Ushijima enjoy the feeling when you sit on his thighs, naked. He likes the feeling of your slit open and grazing his clothed hard member. He believes he could stay like this all day doing nothing, sitting on the couch with you moving your hip against him and no rush in chasing orgasm

He knows you’re sensitive down there. His hardened clothed cock is enough to make you wet. The front of his short brief now was wet by your fluid mixing with his precum too.

Ushijima Wakatoshi likes it when your breast press against his wide chest. Your hardened nub pressing or sometimes caressing his chest skin…enough to make him let out a soft groan. His head falls back on the couch headrest, his eyes shut, mouth agape with a soft moan.

You just laying your upper body against him. Your head snuggle at the space between his neck and his shoulder, hands comb through his hair.

“Mnghhh…” you moan softly when your feel his thumb stroking your wet pussy lips and his hips moving upward to make sure his clothed cock press harder in between your slit. You could feel his cock getting harder and bigger.

You give open mouth kisses on his neck as you lazily roll your hip against his pelvis, you giggle when his hips thrust forward to match your rhythm.

“What do you want to eat for dinner?” You asked, voice muffle against his neck.

“You.” Ushijima gives a short answer.

You knew he’s not joking, his answer always straight to the point. You giggle again before your right hand slipped into his pants and took out his cock. The glans was red and glistening with precum.

Ushijima groan when you roll your thumb around the head. And his groan getting louder as you lift your hips to slide your wet slit along his throbbing cock. His hands squeeze your butt.

You love seeing his reaction everytime you’re on top of him.

So you raised your body, standing on your knees straddling his thighs. Your hand guiding the tip of his cock to your slit. Stroking your wet slit with just the tip.

But it’s enough to make Ushijima bites his lower lip, trying to control his heavy groan.

He open his eyes before lift his head to kiss you. “Fuck, do that again… mnhhh,” he said against your lips.

You giggle and continue gliding the head of his cock along your wet slit.

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y8zuriha

2 years ago

UH OH, HE’S A DILF — #TOJI FUSHIGURO

FEM! READER X TOJI FUSHIGURO

a series of writing where in toji is that dilf.

reply or pm to be part of the taglist !!!

didn’t think i’ll make this a series but i think i have to now, i enjoy this so much <3

[soon] DILF IN AMUSEMENT! — #FIRST MEETING

the first time you met toji fushiguro.

DILF IN QUESTION! — #TOJI’S SECRET

you learn toji’s rightful secret.

DILF IN TROUBLE! — #TOJI’S WORK WIFE

you learn about toji’s work wife.

[soon] DILF IN JEALOUSY! — #COLLEGE BOYS

toji fushiguro hates those dumb college boys who can’t leave his pretty baby alone.

[soon] DILF IN LOVE! — #EX WIFE

you meet toji’s ex wife.

— I GOT SWEET TASTE FOR MEN WHO ARE OLDER, IT’S ALWAYS BEEN SO, IT’S NO SURPRISE.

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y8zuriha

2 years ago

TOJI

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴

a/n: nemi nemi nemi nemi!! angst though…but it’s okay! we still love nemi gonna give him all my love n affection <3 i hope you enjoyed this anon as much as i enjoyed writing it!! + female reader!!

warnings: spoilers for the end of the manga!

“pardon me! par-pardon me! sanemi! ‘nemi!” you pushed through the crowds of kakushi, holding your child in hand.

there. you could recognize the white hair from anywhere. running past the different demon slayers, dead or injured, you saw your husband coming into clear view. he was on his back and blood surrounded you both everywhere. furrowing your eyebrows, you knelt beside the different workers and stared down at the male. god, he looked awful. tears formed in your eyes as your shielded your child’s view from the gory sight.

you won the battle, but at what cost? your mind was filled with sadness. you couldn’t lose your husband. not yet. he was the only person who loved you and knew you and cherished you. to cherish you. he wants to only do that.

“(y)-(y/n)-sama! please step back!” you ignored their requests, finding irritation grow within you.

“sanemi-kun! sa…nemi?” your face lost its emotion as you felt his wrist.

no pulse.

that idiot. you ignored the cries of your child as you reached over the male, shaking his body gently. the kakushi around you panicked, trying to hold you back but you refused to move away. wake up. wake up. wake up. you idiot. wake up. tears spilled down your cheeks as you continued your mindless movement. he needed to wake up. to protect you. to protect your child. to raise your child.

a hand grabbed onto your softly, pulling it off of the male’s body.

“if you keep on shaking me like that then i’m gonna die before treatment is finished.”

“sanemi-sama!” the kakushi roared in victory.

you felt your husband’s hand touch your cheek gently. smiling at the feeling, you let more tears escape your eyes. your child leaned over their father, giggling at the sight of him. sanemi’s injured hand stroked their cheek lovingly, and the same to you. his family. that’s right. he had a family that loved him. that even with genya gone…he wasn’t truly alone. you were here.

“oh, thank kami-sama you’re alive! don’t you ever do that to me…i can’t lose you..! you’re so sp-special…” your elated tone became a sad one as you cried.

your husband have a small smile on his face. you’re so precious to him. he sat up carefully, being sure to be careful of his injuries. his arms wrapped around you and his child, where he inhaled your scents. right. you both didn’t smell like death, blood, or wisteria. you smelt like fresh cotton and the sun. it smelled so fresh.

“tadaima.” was all he said to you after a long pause, only making your cry harder.

“o-okaeri! okaeri! okaeri! ‘nemi, o-okaeri!”

he was glad to be home.

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