Pls Pls Pls Can We Get Some Overstimulating Toji, Hes Whimpering So Much, Maybe Tie His Hands Up Love

pls pls pls can we get some overstimulating toji, Hes whimpering so much, maybe tie his hands up 👀🙏 love u twin

❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji letting you "top" him

warnings. fem! reader, overstim, whiney toji, riding him after he cūms, dirty talk, mdni.

“hmph. you’re gettin’ too fuckin’ cocky,” toji gruffs lowly, leaning back against the padded comforter. dark eyes stare right back into you as you straddle his lap. he’s buried into you, and he was just about to finish. his breaths were quick paced, huffing and puffing. white clouds of air escape his lips as he keeps dark irises on each of your fidgety movements. “wipe that smile of y’er face. don’t like when ya give me that look.”

you hum, leaning in to toss your arms over his wide shoulders. whilst he’s stretching your gummy walls out to the very fullest— you lean in to plant a kiss near the right side of his lip, soft contact right against his infamous slanted scar. a soft moan always withdraws from his lips whenever you did that. the toughness that scraps against your mouth as you plant your lips down on that specific spot. “or …what?” you tease, grinding your hips just a bit more brisker at a fleeting tempo. “aw, someone’s getting close?”

“fuuuck,” he growls out, pearly white canines sticking out near the very corners of his mouth. toji’s head throws back in rapture and he feels your hand glide down the middle part of his chest. his shaggy, unkempt bare chest—all types of scars from his work that you love to feel all over. he’s about to pump you full, the blissful agitation that pokes against his nerves makes him feral. “sensitive still,” and with a low exhale, he glares at your stretching sly smile. “don’t give me that look. don’t …. even—f-fuck..”

and at that exact moment, toji fushiguro whined.

you grow quiet. he grows so quiet, it’s so silent that you could hear a pen drop.

toji swallows, even a simple action as that was just so loud. he groans, leaning back against the fat silk pillows before he stares at you with low hooded eyes.

“s-shit,” and his voice continues to grow more . . . shaky.

it’s so unlike him, the way his words quaver from each word was so cute to hear. you even had his hands tied up, pinned amongst the edges of the bed. he was sprawled all out for you while you were grinding against his lap.

“i spoil you too much, f-fuckin’ little girl,” and he’s clearly trying to keep up his rough facade— but alas, it’s really no use.

“you’re cute when you whine, baby,” you smooch against the scar near the right side of his lip.

his mouth twitches in vexation and you watch as his eyes roll further back.

his abdomen— oh, it burns into a mild volume of arousal, he’s profusely sweating before he feels himself about to break. each time you sneak a kiss against his scar, he groans. “mwah,” you tease, treating the lower part of his face with such delicacy. toji was shooting you a look of grimace. briefly—he tried to keep up his stubborn antics, but his glare only turned into lewd eye rolls from how good you clamp against his cock. it’s so good, the saturation of your sopping wet pussy squeezing down on him tight, he’s going dumb by the minute. “it’s okay, toji. you can cum.”

“don’t tell me what to d—” and he gets cut off before he quite literally does cum, it’s abrupt. toji’s quavering underneath you as he dumps a thickset load of seed into you. “shit, fuckin’ damn,” he heaves. his breath was heavy as he’s leaning all the way back now. with a hand still gripped onto your left hip, he sinks into the weightlessness nirvana that awaited him. “fuuck,” he pants, a rough hand grasping your ass— for a solid moment, toji grows quiet and the only sounds that’s could have been made were the sloshes of your cunt accepting his seed. somehow he managed to rip off the restraints on his wrists—wasting no time to finally touch you. in the midst of still rocking your hips in a circular rotation again toji—it consists of such satiny ropes, you’ve never felt more stuffed. “ugh, fuckin’ slut. got me moanin’ for you like this-”

you giggle, gifting him with a chaste kiss. “i’m not done, baby. keep up with me, okay?”

toji’s caught by surprise once you start to move your hips again, accelerating them against him and he whines. “f-fuck, the fuck? girl, ‘jus fuckin’ came . . sensitive, goddamnnn.”

it was cute, the way his low raspy voice pitches up an octave— he’s whimpering, the rapid movements of your pussy having him practically speechless. with his twitching dick now flaccid, he’s still got a firm grip on your waist. a raw groan only then wrenches from the back of his throat.

“can’t cum anymore, f-fuck, ‘m still sensitive,” he babbles, softly pulling you by the neck to give him a kiss.

and by kiss, it was more sloppy than anything. with wet tongues moving against each other in tavern, he feels you grinding again and again.

toji’s so warm. he can feel his heartbeat coercively pulsating through his ears. your tender touch against him had him so needy. even while having him like this— he was still attractive, yet that’s when you grab his wrists, making him pin them back again. “fuck are ya d-doing.”

“no touching me, baby,” you hum, and his glare returns. with pinkish crimson lips squeezing into a scowl, his darkened eyebrows curl into a furrow. “touch me after you give me another one, yeah?”

he swallows, toji couldn’t believe how dominant you were being. it was rare to get him like this, even rare to be on top of him.

“fuckin’ brat,” he grouses, his muscles near his forearms tensing. your cunt’s involuntarily constricting around his massive length. your walls hug him tightly before he starts to pant more and more. “fine. f-fine, just kiss me again…… please.”

you lean in, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders before pulling him into a deep kiss.

he’s so sensitive—heavy, hot huffs of breaths gnashing together, he whines again in your mouth. toji shivers, feeling the print of your thumb brush down against his undercut. he groans, feeling your hips start to pick up pace again and he pulls away to breathe. “phew,” he puffs out, seeing nothing but pure stars. you rode him so good that he didn’t even have a witty comeback.

toji’s entire face was all flustered, he glowers once he sees your smug grin tug against your lips. “what.”

“you should whine more,” you pause your hips, leaning in to pepper a few kisses against his cheek. he’s so fluttered—still heaving through his full lungs, eyelids halfway open as a big arm wraps around your waist. toji pulls you close, despite how embarrassed he was—he took it as a opportunity to pull you closer towards him. “you sound so cute when you’re whiney.”

“shut up,” he pouts, avoiding eye contact. toji’s still stuffed inside of you before he grunts once he feels you starting to move then stop. “m-mhm. don’t stop though. keep going.”

you giggle, bringing a single finger to stroke his cheek. “say please, toji.”

“fuckin—” he starts, sending you straight daggers. he’d argue further but he was still deeply buried into you. just a quick move with your hips and he’d start whining again from the euphoric friction. “fine. fine, just finish fucking me, please.”

“good boy,” you kiss the top of his head, starting up your hips again and he brings you into his chest, wrapping his beefy arms around you before whimpering into your neck.

he swallows, seeping his teeth into the crevice of your neck. “shut u-mhm,” and he slumps back with a pussydrunk smile on his face. “actually….praise me more. call me that again, ‘n look at me when you do.”

“good boy, toji,” you repeat in a sweet voice, picking up his head to make him stare into your eyes—he’s still panting before he leans back, groaning, shuddering from your touch. “such a good boy.”

MDNI - 18+ Material



HotshotMechanic!Choso loves putting his beautiful car in full display outside of his house, smirking as he’d see the women in the neighborhood staring and smirking at him. Letting them take pictures of the vehicle and flirt with him.

HotshotMechanic!Choso sees his new neighbor move in next door, eyeing you up like his next piece of candy. But to his disappointment, you don’t feed into his ego. Poor baby, but that’s alright, because he’s gonna do whatever it takes to get your attention.

HotshotMechanic!Choso grits his teeth when you blatantly ignore his advances, the way he’d conveniently wash his car while shirtless whenever you were heading out - to even have the nerve! Oh, and let’s not forget that hot day when he was doing a quick oil change on his ride, the sight of the thin and shiny layer of sweat and oil covering his pale skin, making you think things. Feel things…

HotshotMechanic!Choso was surprised when you’d finally come around, checking out his car, murmuring how you’d prefer something vintage. He chuckles, but managed to convince you to drive his car and give it a spin - just to see if you’ll change your mind.

HotshotMechanic!Choso was starstruck when his eyes fall on the way you handle the wheel; his cock throbbing when he sees your manicured nails matching the exact color of his car.

HotshotMechanic!Choso didn’t mind if you didn’t get to finish taking the car for a spin, especially when he’s got his thick digits pumping and out of your filthy and squelching pussy. A slew of soft curses under his breath flowed into the minimal space, being drowned out by your pornographic moans and whines as he made you see stars as you’d cum hard on his hand.

HotshotMechanic!Choso wasted no time by dragging your ass to the backseat, pounding into you like an animal in heat. Sucking on your fingers as he’d smirk and growl with how your pussy gripped him with such vice, his eyes rolling back when you gush all over his engorged and fat cock.

HotshotMechanic!Choso was so pussy whipped, that it’s become a common occurrence of him fucking you deeply and just being flat out nasty. Inside his car by the beach, on the hood of his car in his large backyard; not to mention how your echoed moans and screams inside the garage had prompted the other neighbors to call the cops with how good he’s fucking you.

HotshotMechanic!Choso is very satisfied with his new and hot neighbor that a mere glance from other women towards his way had agitated him, only because it’s not you. He was troubled with this feeling for a while until he was certain that he’s falling for you, wanting to get to know more.

HotshotMechanic!Choso decided to come up to your front door and ask you out, nervous as he’d fidget with his hands, unable to meet your eye and trying to play it cool.

HotshotMechanic!Choso had the feeling of relief wash over him by the time you’d say yes - all the while you’d drag him into your house…for another thrilling ride.

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CUTEEE

Sukuna—being a tough guy—always had a rough exterior; but when it came down to his daughter? Ah, he could loosen up a bit. Especially now that school was starting up, his cortisol levels were starting to go through the roof.

"Do you have your water bottle?"

"Uh huh."

"What about your lunch box?"

"You packed it for me."

"Where's your backpack?"

"Daddy!" the little girl giggled. "It's on my back!" And as if to give a proof, she twirled around to show that the glittery rainbow backpack was, indeed, on her back.

You put a hand on Sukuna's arm, laughing, "Honey, you're making it sound as if our baby's going on an expedition to Antarctica."

Sukuna, frowning, turned to you, "She might as well be. You don't know how dangerous Kindergarten can be."

"Oh yeah? Well, luckily, our girl is a tough one just like her daddy, isn't she?" you pinched your daughter's chubby cheek.

In response, the girl let out a confident "mhm!" whilst pretending to flex her muscles.

After you dropped off your daughter at school, you turned to face your husband with a grin on your face. "See? Easy peasy. There was nothing for you to stress about, babe."

"No. No, you don't know how vicious these little five year olds can be. If I had to, I would—"

You covered Sukuna's mouth with your hand, "Don't tell me you would go beating up little kids."

"I don't care if they're fucking five," Sukuna removed your hand, "if they mess with my baby, I'll—"

You watched the widening eyes of nearby parents of said kids, and quickly interjected. "Okay, okay, I think that's enough. We should be going now," you laughed nervously, leading your husband to the parking lot.

"Do you want to hear what I'd do if someone made our little girl cry?" a very genuine Sukuna asked.

"Ryomen, please, let's not."

Okay, maybe Sukuna was still as rough as always.

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ random days with papamin

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: nanami kento x fem!reader, papamin!au, househusband!nanami, married life, fluff

a/n: I love papamin!au sm. I'm loving the headcanon that he's a girl dad.

𐙚 candies

another day with nanami kento and his daughter left home as soon you went to work this morning. particularly, it's not boring that they are home. he makes sure that she's entertained since she's very in need of attention from her parents. a little while later, kento checks their food and supplies and thought to go out. he then dresses his daughter so they can go to the grocery store.

“papa, may we buy this?” she asks as she shows a bag of candy— those orange shaped gummies that's quite popular lately to kids to be exact, to her papa. kento was a bit busy reading the contents of the seasoning that his attention caught. he was planning to buy some ingredients for tonight's dinner. going back, his attention went to his daughter, who is still showing the candies to him. “sweety, you just placed a pack of gummy before that.” after being said, she looks down at the cart and noticed the pack of gummy bear candies she just placed before.

she looks at kento again and he looks back at her without any word. just staring at each other, as if they're reading each other's minds. ah.. there she goes, giving him the puppy eyes. she knows that she's a daddy's girl, therefore she's going to beg for another pack of candies without any use of verbal communication. not until she gives up

“more please?” she asked politely. kento stares at his child again, he wants to say no, but she might be upset to him if he does. while thinking of the right answer, he then remembers your last scolding to your daughter being stubborn after you said no on buying her a new toy, resulting kento thought to take it as an advantage.

“you want mama angry?”

“no, papa.” she quickly answered.

“good.” he simply answers, he even noticed a hint of pout that forms in his daughter's face. it makes him want to chuckle but he hold it back, she's cute after all. victory

𐙚 first day

“papa, we go home now?” his now 5 year old daughter asks as soon they arrived at her school. there's always things for first days and first times, she was all prepared for the special day, she's neatly wearing her ironed uniform and he even mastered to tie her hair into pigtails— all looking pretty. she was so excited these past days because she's going to school as a kindergarten, but right now it seems the bright and thrilled daughter you have turns out to be so nervous and scared. obviously, wants to go home as soon she saw she'll be alone inside a classroom filled with other kids she doesn't know. especially she even saw other kids crying while clinging to their parents begging and telling them to leave at once.

“no, sweety. we just got here and it's your first day.” kento kneels on her height level and patted her head. he notices the quite fear look painted in her face as he lightly pinch her cheek to catch her full attention. “hey sweety, it's gotta be alright, papa will be watching you from outside.” he assures and holds her small hands as she nods. thinking that there is nothing to worry about since she have her papa around.

“me do great, papa!”

“that's my princess, good job.” he smiles and walks to the entrance with her holding her papa's hand.

𐙚 princess

“papa! me going to be princess!” she excitingly says while jumping. kento hums as his lips curve into a smile, looking at her daughter while watching her favorite princess movie. cheering and singing here and there and showing you both how she twirls and dance, imagining like a ‘real’ princess while wearing her new dress you both gifted.

“you're already a princess, dear.” you said and your daughter clings to your lap. “papa will be my prince!” her eyes sparkles and you both look at kento who has a soft look to his world. he can't help but smile, kento stands up and holds both her hands since she was raising it. your husband and daughter dance in front of you, filling with laughter and giggles your home. “mama dance too!” she reaches her hand to you— you have no hesitation to join your dearests.

“anything you want as long its you, our princess.”

bye he's so fine

bedtime sketch. dont take it seriously i just wanted to do arms and that specific shirt cut

Toji’s furious. If he were a cartoon, steam would be blowing from his ears. Why, you ask? Megumi threw up all over his work shirt. And, to add to the issue, you’re not here. His other work shirts are still being washed, work is in twenty minutes, and he has to leave in five.

The baby stares at his father and coos. Toji looks at Megumi and huffs in frustration.

“You could’ve puked after I left, you know… Maybe on your mother, no?”

Megumi just stares at the man, reaching for his nose.

“Hey! Brat…” Toji mumbles as you walk into the room.

“Hey, what- oh my god.” You laugh and grab a towel, wiping his shirt off.

“Damn kid puked all over my shirt, Shiu’s gonna be mad.”

“Shiu’s going to have to deal with it, the other shirts aren’t clean yet.”

Toji groans as you take Megumi and coo to the baby. “Can’t believe my luck…”

“You’re so pouty. You’re gonna be late.”

“Well, I can’t wear this.”

“You wanna wear one of my shirts?”

“Hah! And make Shiu laugh more?”

You giggle and roll your eyes, grabbing a hoodie.

“Woman, it is 100 degrees outside, you want me to wear a hoodie?”

“God, you’re so picky for a man who doesn’t have the time to.”

You grab an old shirt of his.

“…Fine.”

“Finally.” You huff and toss it to him, kissing him quickly. “You’re gonna be late, go.”

“Yeah, yeah, make sure the brat’s diaper is changed.” He says while changing and walking out the door.

“I know how to take care of our kid, Toji!” You call out and roll your eyes, looking down to your son. “Some guy, huh?”

Megumi coos and tugs on your hair, which you just giggle at.

“Good job, gumi bear. Throw up on him again and you’ll have the best Christmas gifts.”