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light yagami x fem!reader ft. ryuk cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, jealous light, humiliation kink, voy/exhbit a/n: whoever sent this to me i'm KISSING you 🫶 light makes my humiliation kink act up so fucking bad

light did not like the way you looked at ryuk.

really, light didn't much care for the way you looked at anything that wasn't him. but that wasn't important. what was important to him lately was the seeming affinity you had for the shinigami.

you'd known about him for a year now, but your fascination with him hadn't worn off at all. while light was working at his desk, you'd lay on the couch, half-texting your friends, half-chatting with ryuk like he was one of your friends. it was ridiculous.

you also loved feeding him apples. you thought it was the best thing ever to toss them to him like he was a trained pet.

light side-eyed you from his desk as you did. he'd click his tongue at you, narrowing his eyes. "quit it. he's not a toy," he'd scold.

but you'd just smile. "no, he's not a toy. he's like a puppy!"

ryuk would scoff at that as if he was actually offended, as if he didn't play into all your antics. and you'd just giggle more. light would sit there, knuckles white as he clenched his pen.

he just couldn't stand it. maybe it was petty, but whatever. he already had to worry about other men siphoning your attention away from him, and now you expected him to compete with a literal god of death?

well, compete he would. if there was one thing you should have known about your boyfriend, it was that he did not lose. especially when it came to you.

“aww, what’s that? is it too much?” he had you bent over his desk, pounding repeatedly and harshly inside you as your gummy walls welcomed his shaft. your cries were becoming tired and you little whines were filling the room. his hands resting on your hips as he slammed his cock into you.

“c’mon, you’re a big girl. you can take it.” he smirked as he fastened up his pace, everything was almost unbearable if it weren’t for the fact that it was so perfect. he laughed seeing the way you squirmed under his touch. “if you keep being a good girl… maybe i’ll let you cum.”

sukuna sprawled out on your shared bed, two arms above his head, one across his stomach, and another lied idly on your thigh. his hair was messy, strands all over the place, and a few somehow shaped into bangs over his forehead. his stomach-mouth was open, softly snoring while showing off his large fangs.

and although he looked so comfortable, and the moonlight softly shone through the curtains of your quarters, you took a minute to leave. softly, you moved his large hand off your thigh, placing it close to where you slept instead.

after you’ve quietly retreated to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, sukuna almost immediately woke up from the loss of your touch.

he softly grumbled when he didn’t feel your body warmth, then he grabbed at what he wanted to be you, but instead met with sheets.

a huff escaped him, and he turned onto his side with a groan, half sitting up and using a hand to prop himself up.

“wife..” he called out, mumbling with his natural rough voice, a frown appearing on his face.

and almost as if you could sense how he already missed you dearly, not knowing how long you’d been gone, you slowly creaked the door open, walking in with a glass of water. as you sat it on the nightstand, your heart ached as sukuna blearily stared up at you with half-lidded eyes. he slowly blinked up at you like a cat, and his hair stuck up in many different directions.

some drool escaped the corner of his mouth, and you smiled. he probably didn’t even notice.

finally, you climbed into bed again, softly mumbling, “i know, i’m here,” with a smile as he already began reaching towards you to pull you closer.

your hand found his chest, and you rubbed comforting circles on his tattoos as you left a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. before you could pull away, he softly nudged your head with his, letting out a soft sigh as his hand found your back.

but you reached up, hand finding his hair as you play with it. he pushed his head into your hand, asking for more touch.

“you have bed head hair,” you whispered as his eyes nearly closed.

but he murmured, shaking his head with a pout, “i do not,” he let out a dramatic huff, glaring at you with all four eyes.

“whatever you say, honey,” you mumbled as you looked down at him, hand still running through his hair.

and within seconds, he’s asleep as quickly as he woke up. this time, he’s lulled to sleep by your touch. he’s right where he wants to be, falling asleep every night in the arms of his wife.

ib this art by sukunaglazer23 on twt he’s so adorable oml

✮⋆˙. (▀▀̮▀) The strongest teaches you how to squirt . . .

You wanted to learn how to squirt.

Like, you really wanted to learn.

Being all over Twitter didn't help you either, as there's always somebody asking, oh, “ how do you squirt?” Or, “guys, I just learned how to squirt for the first time and I've never felt so much better.” And you just can't help but get FOMO.

Okay yeah sure, every time Gojo fucks you really good, it feels amazing, but something's missing.

He's already done everything in the book with you, with a few concepts here and there untouched, but you always end up satisfied, so you never dwelled on it.

You just really, really wanted to try feeling something new.

You already tried to do it yourself countless times, but your fingers could never reach the spots that he does, especially since his are significantly longer than yours.

So when he's currently fucking you and training your pussy to be more sensitive, it seems you finally get the hang of it.

“Mngh— fuck toru that…feels s’good..”

Gojo's long fingers curl deep inside your soaked pussy, his thumb pressing and pushing hard against your swollen clit with constant pressure.

He watched your face intently, bright blue eyes focusing on your pretty face as your walls flutter around his digits.

"Thaaat's it, baby," he murmurs, voice low and rough against your ear.

"You said you wanted to learn, yeah?"

His pace kept quickening as both fingers pumped into you steady, scissoring slightly on each thrust to stretch you open while his palm slaps wetly against your mound.

Your hips buck up off the bed, chasing the overwhelming sensation slowly building low in your belly.

Every stroke drags against that sensitive spot inside you, sending heatwaves through your body.

Gojo moves down, sucking one of your nipples right into his mouth. He bites down just hard enough to make you whine out, before soothing the sting with his tongue.

His free hand pins your thigh wider, keeping you spread for him as he works through your pussy harder.

Your breath comes out in short gasps when the pressure inside you grows almost unbearable, feeling like a tight coil getting tighter and tighter before releasing itself.

Your pussy clenches eagerly around his fingers as finally, a sudden rush of clear liquid sprays out all around them, soaking his hand and his wrist, along with the sheets beneath you in a hot, messy gush.

Gojo smiles and groans at the sight, fingering you through it with quick movements, so that the squirt keeps coming in short bursts.

"Fuuck, look at that," he growls, eyes locked on the way your cunt pulses and sprays. "So pretty when you let loose like that."

Your thighs tremble, clit becoming achingly sensitive.

You gripped the sheets and looked down at the mess, “hah…oh my god…what a mess..”

Another wave hits as he keeps rubbing your clit in tight circles, drawing out every last tremor and whine until you're left twitching, the new bedsheets already soiled under you.

He finally slows his hand down, but doesn't pull out, carefully stroking your inner walls as the aftershocks roll through you.

"Atta girl," he praises, voice coated with satisfaction.

"Knew you had it in you."

Synopsis | Toji's worldview is torn to tatters after what started as a joke quickly earns him a lesson in love.

Content | mdni 18+, Toji x Shiu, anal sex, spanking, swearing, angst if you squint, Toji in tights!!!

Word Count | ~1.2k

A/N | This fic was heavily inspired by this art by @moonlessoul as well as a tojixshiu tights illustration on the moonlessoul patreon.

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It started as a joke. Or maybe it didn't. For Toji, the lines between what was serious and what wasn't were becoming increasingly less defined these days, including this thing he had with Shiu.

What was it, exactly? He wasn't sure. He was never too concerned with labels, anyway. He lived for fun and he lived for pleasure. He lived for the moment. Tomorrow be damned.

It's probably why he had no money. No family. No substance. He was fleeting. Impulsive. Quick to make light of whatever he didn't fully understand. This was just another one of those things.

So when he saw the sheer material, cobwebby lace in lustrous black, his first reaction was to laugh. To mock the image of himself splayed out in front of a flustered Shiu. His masculine form and rigid muscles in humerous contrast to the delicate lingerie. His second measure was to buy it. Unsure, himself, as to what compelled him, but whatever the reason, the end result was still the same.

So, what started as a joke, or maybe something more sincere, came to a head later that day as he lay there clad in his latest impulse. Sheeny nylons stretched enticingly over his calves and thighs. Heavy balls, shaved playboy smooth, held askew where the fine mesh pressed them to the side. Uncut cock straining against the see-through fabric.

On his chest he wore a silky bra, trimmed in delicate lace. Spaghetti straps doing little to hold the slippery material in place. One dainty string slinking seductively off his chiseled shoulder.

What a laugh it will be, when Shiu returns, to find him there manspread in such a ridiculous getup. The look on his face will be reason enough to justify his nonsensical purchase.

But as Shiu walked through the door, weary eyes adjusting to the sight before him, it wasn't a laugh that escaped his tightening chest, but a groan, the likes of which Toji had never heard, spill from the ever-collected former detective.

"See something you like?" Toji asked, still half-teasing, not yet understanding the devastation he'd wrought.

A tangible stillness hung in the air between them. A tension so thick you could slice it with a knife. Shiu stood in the doorway, slack-jawed and swaying slightly. Toji raised a cautious brow, perplexed by the other man's strange behavior.

Then, all at once, Shiu's briefcase and suit jacket fell to the floor with a careless thud as he stumbled toward Toji on trembling legs. Leather shoes and dark green tie trailing behind him as he stepped from them on his way across the room, kicking the door shut behind him as he went.

Where he'd usually struggle to lift the bigger man, he made light work of scooping Toji in his arms, thick legs wrapped around Shiu's waist as he carried Toji to the bedroom, laying him fervidly on cotton sheets.

"Woah, Shiu, I-"

"Shh," Shiu hushed him, stripping away his collared shirt and peeling off his slacks.

Shiu stood naked. Feral. Chest heaving with each searing breath. He was heat and sex incarnate. His every nerve crackled with electric desire.

Only now did Toji begin to realize the consequences of his actions. He'd awakened something in Shiu. Unearthed some carnal instinct lying dormant all this time. Both men watched with baited breath as a pearlescent bead of salty precum pushed its way through the nylon tights, balanced, trembling, atop Toji's swollen tip. Suddenly, the tear spilled over, tracing the length of Toji's cock. A silent call to action for the fiercely pent-up Shiu.

RRRRRIIIIIIPPPPPPPP

It was all Toji could do just to breathe as Shiu pounded into him at a relentless pace. He'd torn away the airy fabric like a rabid dog, biting away just enough to free his cock and the gap between his trembling thighs.

Toji's legs were on Shiu's shoulders, framing his face as pretty as a picture- cheeks tinged red with burning heat, sweat glistening like jewels on his fevered brow. They locked eyes, Toji giving off a sheepish grin, almost shy under the gaze of Shiu's primal awakening. Shiu curled his lip in a bestial snarl, giving off a sound somewhere between a sensual purr and a deadly growl.

The walls reverberated with their indecent symphony. An inescapably pornographic overture of panting breaths, pounding flesh, and the continued tattering of those irreverent tights. Shiu leaned forward, striking deeper as he did, swallowing Toji's insatiable moans, leaving bruises on his swollen lips. Toji folded like origami. Ankles to ears in a full-blown mating press. Shiu's hungry eyes boring holes in his own as they rocked in constant rythm.

At long last, Shiu pulled away, arching his back as the length of his cock bullied up against Toji's prostate. With a feral gleam in his narrowed eyes, he bit along Toji's calves, tearing the nylons between his teeth. He gnawed on his ankles and nipped at his toes, groaning shamelessly each time the fabric gave way.

Toji's stomach was covered in precum. His heavy cock bouncing with aching desire. And each time he was met with Shiu's heavy-lidded gaze, his lovestruck body clenched with wanton need to be filled. Shiu leaned forward once more, trapping Toji's throbbing cock beneath his weight, allowing the man's muscular legs to wrap around his narrow waist.

"What a clueless fucking brat you are," Shiu whispered, running his lips along the shell of Toji's ear. Toji clenched again, balls tightening with the movement. Shiu hissed at the feeling. Sucking his teeth and stilling his hips so as not to cum too soon. "Thought this would be funny, did ya? Thought this would be cute?" The palm of Shiu's hand met the curve of Toji's ass with a stinging clap. Toji gasped fully as another sharp thrust brought Shiu's hips flush with the back of Toji's thighs. Shiu leaned forward until he was nose to nose with the breathless man beneath him. Tenderly, he brushed Toji's bangs away from his sweaty brow where they clung. Shiu's face softened. "I know how you think," he said gently, before drawing his lips into another breathless sneer. "And you've got it all wrong," he snarled, landing a sharp flick to Toji's forehead on the last word.

"You ain't...just...some...joke..." Shiu pounded into him, driving the message home between Toji's gasping breaths. Hot tears crested his lashes and streaked from his eyes, disappearing as they met his sweat-soaked hairline. With a hand on the matress, and the other firmly gripping Toji's quivering jaw, Shiu leaned in once more, dutifully licking away the salty rivulets. The sensual gesture sent Toji reeling, swollen cock throbbing with a painful need unload.

Shiu's peak was coming hard and fast, heat creeping up his neck and flushing his handsome features. But he wasn't ready. Not yet. With a forceful grip, he angled Toji's face so that their eyes were forced to meet. Blown out pupils searching each other with feverish intensity.

"This is serious...to me," Shiu breathed, voice barely above a whisper. "It always has been." As his lips met Toji's the two men let out a soul-shattering groan, harmonized as they came as one. Sticky heat filled the space where their navels met, while even more came spilling from Toji's entrance where Shiu was just pulling away. Latent twitches from Shiu sent spurts of creamy white over Toji's now sensitive skin.

Shiu collapsed next to his worn-out lover, pulling him in and holding him close to the steady thrum of his pounding heart, and at last Toji understood. This was never so unserious. This was the real thing.

This was love.

toji “i’m not gay” fushiguro letting shiu fuck him (not in a gay way because he’s def not gay)

Since my brain is kinda brainstorming I wanted to do this quickly

Yup, it's for you @le-panda-chocovore <3

(Original panel below the cut)