“Thats Rough Buddy”

── .✦ Clark Kent x fem!reader

It’s part of his biology, there’s nothing to do about it. Clark is supposed to have a bunch of kids, and for that he has to cum a lot. A whole lot. Which means you end up completely full of his cum every single time he fucks you.

He's quick to recover after each orgasm, so the moment he's done pumping you full of one load, he's already picking up the pace again and thrusting into you just the way you like it.

It's so messy. His cum causes wet, obscene squelches every time his cock pushes in. The thick, creamy substance dribbles from you, down between your ass cheeks and onto the bed, gathering in a sticky puddle under you.

And there's just so much of it.

“Gosh, baby. Oh, gosh, you feel so good,” he whines, his body hot as the pleasure starts building in him again.

You mewl underneath him, your nails dragging down the skin of his arms, leaving behind red tracks. You can feel his cum in you, warm and thick where it's gathered against your womb.

Clark slides a large hand between your bodies, his fingers drawing messy shapes on your clit. He feels bad about how many orgasms he's had, seeing how you've only had two and he's had at least five. It makes the entire situation feel unfair, but he just can't help it.

“Can you come for me, hon?” he asks sweetly, peppering kisses across your jaw, up to your cheek.

You nod, moaning, feeling that tight knot of pleasure coiling in your womb.

Clark whines as he feels you clench around him tight, another orgasm already building low in his abdomen.

You'd been close already. Clark just gives you the final push so you fall over the edge. You mewl his name, hips grinding against his as the waves of your pleasure wash over you.

Clark gasps and moans as he feels your cunt squeezing him tight and he comes again, spilling more of his thick cum into you.

“Golly,” he chokes out. “Oh, baby, so good, so good.” He kisses across your face with quick pecks. He's already getting hard in you again. “You okay to keep going, baby?”

You nod weakly, your lips seeking his to kiss him softly.

He smiles against your mouth. “That's my girl.”

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Finding cute lingerie as a curvy girl was always difficult— some covered way too much that made you look frumpy, while others were so revealing that it gave no support to your big boobs and fat ass. It only furthered your insecurity that you were not meant to be sexy, something that your boyfriend made sure to fuck the doubt out of you every time the two of you had sex. Still, you just want a nice set of lace garments to really shine for Toji.

You decided to spend some good money on some lingerie that supposedly will shape you into a nicely; it might’ve dented the wallet, but hopefully it was worth it. You didn’t mention it to Toji, partly because you wanted it to be a surprise, while also still being a bit insecure about buying such things.

You spent your days anxiously waiting for the package to arrive— you really wanted to feel confident in some sexy clothing for once; just imagining how the lace would lift up your heavy breasts nicely or the way the thong would hug your puffy pussylips deliciously. You yearned for Toji’s jaw to drop when he sees you all oiled up in bed with your set.

Once your order had finally arrived, you practically ripped the plastic open to see the delicate set.

“ohmygod, kuna— get your fat ass off of me..”

your voice is weak and strained when your husband flops on top of you, his massive form draping over you and knocking the breath right from your lungs.

“mmn.” he just hums, burying his face in your neck, completely disregarding the fact that it feels like you’re being smushed by a boulder.

and he’s not oblivious to it either, he knows just how big he is. he’s proud of it, in fact. and he knows how much you love it.

well… besides for when he’s crushing you.

his arms are wrapped tight around you, securing you from all angles, while his body completely covers yours. six foot five and 250 pounds of pure muscle trapping you on the bed.

“babe, i’m being serious, get off. you’re killing me here.” you mutter, breathing heavily between words.

“shh. lemme rest.” sukuna replies, not able to care less. and he has the audacity to shush you. really?

“had a shitty day.” he adds lowly.

you exhale softly, defeated, and bring one hand up to cradle the back of his head, stroking his hair. “okay. fine. a few more minutes.”

he shakes his head. “an hour.”

“do you want me to pass out?”

the frat parties at your university were insane. so much to the point, a lot of people considered it a party school, though, you always argued that they have excellent academic programs as well. those were overlooked the second the info for the next function was posted. your boyfriend and his friends were hosting one and he wanted you there with him. you complied, only if there was something in it for you. he promised he’d make it up to you somehow, so here you were.

the music blared through the mansion, it was so loud you could feel each vibration thumping in your head. the air was heavy with the strong smell of alcohol and sweat. people were dancing, chatting, some even jumping into the pool. your boyfriend was no where to be found. you walked past a cluster of people in the kitchen playing beer pong. he wasn’t there. you searched upstairs, nothing. where did he go? did he abandon his own party?

you finally found him in a corner by the side door, leaning against the wall as he stared out the window. you snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. he jumped and immediately gaping at you in horror.

“woahhhh there. please watch it. please,” he slurred. you blinked at him, confused.

“what do you mean?”

he didn’t even bother sparing you another glance. “i have a girlfriend. so respectfully, keep your hands to yourself.”

you snorted and stared at him in disbelief. was this some sort of prank?

“where is this girlfriend of yours?” you asked sarcastically.

“i dunno, she went off somewhere. i’ve been looking for her actually, miss her.” he frowned, eyebrows knitting together in disappointment. you were amazed at his commitment to this bit. surely he was just poking fun at you, right?

“i miss smelling her hair. she doesn’t know it, but her smell always smells really, really nice.” he rubbed his eye and yawned. “fuck it, i could sniff her nice smell alll day.”

“ah yes, you could sniff her nice smell and smell it forever.” you repeated in disbelief . you’ve never actually seen sukuna drunk before. he was quite the prankster it seemed like.

he squinted at you before grunting. “is something funny? are you making fun of my girlfriend?” he asked pointedly. you giggled before you realized he was dead serious. this wasn’t some prank he was playing, he genuinely thought he was talking to some stranger. who was making fun of his girlfriend. and her smell. which was apparently nice.

“no no, of course not. in fact, tell me more about her.” you replied, keeping your voice light. this was a chance to see how he really viewed you. who knew, maybe he liked you outside of your nice smell.

“she’s so cute. you know, she’s my tutor too. funny how that worked out. i was supposed to be bringing my grades up, but i walked out with a wholeee new distraction.” he sighed happily. “wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“oh?”

he nodded, eyes looking off on the distance dreamily. “she’s a little shy, yeah, but when she gets comfortable with you… damn it’s the best. i’d sell my left kidney to see her right now.”

“sell…your left kidney?” …what? how did he jump to selling kidneys?

“right is fine too. i’m not very picky.” he shrugged.

“that’s not what i—nevermind.” you shook your head. it was pointless to reason with him now. he was still staring off like a little lover boy deep in thought, not realizing the girl he was yearning for was right in front of him.

“no one could everrr come close to her,” he declared, words slurring even more now. “or her nice smell.”

“bummer.” you deadpanned. “want me to help you find her?”

his eyes lit up and he turned his head to look at you, really look at you for the first time in the conversation. he froze as it all dawned on him.

“hello ‘kuna. guess you found me?” blush crept up on his ears as he averted his gaze.

“shut up,” he muttered. “i didn’t know.” it was like the embarrassment alone sobered him up.

“i know. you were too busy staring off in the distance and yapping about how amazing i am.” you giggled as the blush rose to his cheeks and he sighed.

“i’m never gonna hear the end of this, will i?”

“nope! take whatever you were planning before, and double it. no—” you smile grew even wider. “triple it.”

he sighed and wrapped his arm around you and buried his nose in your hair. “yes ma’am.”

you grinned at him. “that’s more like it.” he grunted in response and you froze. “sukuna, are you sniffing me right now?”

“…yeah?”

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𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈 !: Suggestive content. viewer discretion is advised! fluff, minor smut, contains Adult! Damian

𝐵𝓇𝓊𝒸𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓎𝓃𝑒

Bruce would be more on the rougher side. This is either due to stress because of Batman duties and is trying to please you, or just in general tiredness and his default is rough. He often manhandles you since he's too tired to tell you how to move so he just does it for you.

Other than that, I think he's pretty vanilla. Wouldn't really want to try anything too harsh out of fear of hurting you. That and he's a straight forward man by nature. He just enjoys pleasuring you, either with his mouth or other appendages.

After care would be really gentle though, he cleans the mess you two made with a wet rag, runs you a quick bath, and makes sure you're well fed and hydrated.

Need some water? Already by the nightstand. Your back hurts? Heating pad materialized into the room via Alfred.

𝒟𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓈𝑜𝓃

A little rough. Really gets into it though, Instead of rough I'd say overbearing and concentrated in the moment and solely focuses on making you feel good. Pretty explorational, enjoys finding new ways to pleasure you. He likes looking up new sex positions, and suggests them to you.

Never, NEVER, does or tries anything that is remotely out of your comfort zone. Constantly thinking of you, habits and all. Eater. Aims to please instead of being the recipient. As for aftercare, he does the whole nine yards. Runs a bath, Water, cleans you directly after the deed, even massages your thighs so you won’t feel too sore in the morning.

You end up in the morning with Dick sprawled on top of you cuddling into your chest, or he’s whipping up something in the kitchen.

𝒥𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒯𝑜𝒹𝒹

Contrary to popular belief, I think Jason is very gentle. Like no that man is anything but a booktok bf (No offense to writers who describe Jason to be this way, it’s just not my personal belief). He’s very careful, and pays attention to the smallest of details. He’s constantly moaning on and on about how good you're doing for him. His weakness is your hand caressing his face, and soft kisses on his shoulder. Is a fan of a mean mating press just cause that means you're closest to him.

In general, he takes sex to be very intimate, and doesn’t let anyone look at his scars. Takes a lot of reassurance for Jason to finally be fully comfortable. Wouldn’t ever dream of hurting you, constantly checking up before and after the act.

As for aftercare, very gently as well. He does everything, makes sure you’re comfortable, cuddles up to you, and reads a book as your cheek is on his shoulder. Sometimes reads aloud to you because it relaxes both you and him.

𝒯𝒾𝓂 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝓀𝑒

Freak. 1000%. Would also be on the rougher side, much like Bruce. He’s stressed all the time, mostly takes it out on you. Not vanilla by ANY means. He enjoys tying you up for hours with something barely stimulating you as he’s in a conference meeting. He likes overstimulating you, edging you on until you can’t think anymore. Big fan of marathon sex in his freetime, makes sure every complaint from you about him not being home is excused.

Also a big fan of quickies since he barely has any time. For aftercare, Tim does everything normal and takes a bath with you as he whispers his apologies to you if he was practically too rough that night. Massages your sore spots and makes sure you fall asleep before him as he pecks your shoulder lightly.

𝒟𝓊𝓀𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓈

Duke is gentle with you in every aspect. Much like Dick he aims to please instead of the one being pleased. Also never does anything out of your comfort zone. He is adventurous though, only suggests and never demands anything. He’s very sweet too, constantly praising you, and wouldn't dream of objectifying you in any way.

As for aftercare, he’s equally as gentle, runs you a bath together, helps you change, makes sure your fed and hydrated. You two end up cuddling for the rest of the night as a movie plays faintly in the background and he kisses your forehead.

𝒜𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉! 𝒟𝒶𝓂𝒾𝒶𝓃

Also a gentle giant, but a twinge rough. Much like his other brothers he’s very adventurous, but definitely much like Jason he’s constantly checking up on you and thinks sex is the closest thing you’ll get to a person’s soul. He likes missionary because he can pepper kisses everywhere, and also because he can see your facial expressions and how you react to him.

A huge talker, he’s praising you, and mid moan telling you how much he loves you, not only for your body but who you are as a person. Very attentive to you and how you feel. Notices every twitch, lip bite, and glance you make at him and always depends that on what he’ll do next.

Aftercare is calm, the usual, gives off the impression that he’ll drown you in natural relaxation oils to make you be less sore and help you sleep faster. You wake up the next day to the smell of Damian’s cooking and the slight coldness left over from Damian leaving his side of the bed. Brings you breakfast in bed and kisses you.

dick grayson

Unbearably touchy. Like, if he’s near you, he HAS to have a hand on your body, mostly for personal comfort and grounding. His go to spot is the small of your back, using it to guide you through places softly and when he wants to show your relationship to others when he gets a tinge of jealousy.

PDA fein. Doesn’t know how to keep it cool and nonchalant, but he made sure it wasn’t something that made you uncomfortable too. This lead to having a golden retriever wrapped around your shoulders in public 75% of the time.

Do not let his charm and confidence fool you, he isn’t above pleading to cuddle with you even if its 37 ºC outside and the AC is broken.

Dick’s willing to do anything to feel your hands glide across his body, doesn’t matter the circumstances (he’s a man in love, hat can he say)

jason todd

Used to love hugs as a kid and would giggle with the BIGGEST smile when grandmas pulled at his cheeks or people petted his head when he did a great job as robin. When he got resurrected all of that changed completely and got actually repulsed and disgusted with the idea of feeling other’s hands or presence near his. Took a lot of therapy to regain the feeling of tolerating a person’s body near his.

He’s now tolerably clingy. He’s not likely to initiate a full-blown cuddle session but he also will never in his life back away when you spread your hands across his shoulders to greet him with a gentle caress.

Nevertheless, when you arrive home after a long day, he is the first one to pull you into his body to completely shield you from the world, tangling his fingers in your hair to bring you some sort of comfort.

Absolutely adores nonsexual intimacy as a whole. Being right beside one another just touching each other without a hint of lust is pretty much his dream. LOVES feeling your weight on top of him, one of the most comfortable things ever.

He’s also quite shy with his scars, so when you trail your hands across the ridge of one, he has the involuntary tendency to back away for a bit, habit that changed after years together and lots of reassurance.

tim drake

Cheek kisser. In his mind, the cheek is where he can kiss you anywhere without it being considered very public or outward. It’s very personal for him, okay? Just let him kiss your cheek and kiss his in return.

Loves having your legs placed on his lap while he’s working away at whatever. His hands will absentmindedly start drawing circles on your muscles, bringing comfort for the both of you in an easy, calming way.

His dream date with you is just hanging out with the other, sharing soft touches and having private conversations about everything and nothing at all. He likes feeling your body near his, warm limbs stretching over his body.

His all-time favourite cuddling position is having your head on top of his chest, either laying there and tracing patterns on his body or you looking up at him, just staring in each other eyes fondly (he still believes the eyes are the entrance to the soul).

He’s pretty open to PDA, really, really chill with it. Hand on your waist, clasping your hands together, he likes both being touchy-feely and not being touched at all. He goes with the flow.

damian wayne

Will absolutely refuse to touch you except the occasional graze until the two of you are dating and have had a long conversation about boundaries and how you feel about certain things. After he gets the green lights, he’ll be like a stray kitten, slowly but surely experimenting with what the both of you enjoy and find relaxing and reassuring.

FOREHEAD KISSES. Whenever you two see each other, automatically you tilt your head in a way that he has learnt that is an indicator for him to press his lips to the top of your head. Will also be content with a kiss to the back of your hand, but he reserves that for more intimate moments for the two of you.

Nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck is his love language at this point. The second you step inside the safety of your home, he steps away from what he’s doing to greet you properly and exhale deeply into your neck, using the opportunity to press a kiss there too.

Loves cuddling while each one is doing their own thing; is definitely more of a quality time guy but gets clingy regularly (refuses to admit it).

roy harper

He’s a MAN: if you are in the vicinities, you WILL have his hand splayed either on your thighs or your waist, depending on how it’s more comfortable to you.

Roy’s more subtle with his clinginess, so cuddle sessions are a bit rarer but very welcome either way.

Doesn’t shy away from PDA. If you two are dating, everybody knows it not because of how you two are always together on some random side quest, but rather by the knowing smile on his face and a firmer hold on you.

Likes to carry you around, doesn’t matter if the activity is a one-person task, you are either in his back, his shoulders or his arms. Also uses the opportunity to make a subtle display of his strength, but don’t tell him you are very much aware of that.

you noticed that you couldn't move. you blinked slowly, staring at the ceiling as your sleepy brain pieced together why.

an arm was wrapped securely around your waist.

another was tucked beneath your pillow.

one of jason's legs had somehow ended up tangled with yours.

"…jason."

nothing.

you tilted your head just enough to glance over your shoulder.

his face was half-buried against the back of your neck, dark hair sticking up in every direction. his breathing was slow and even, though you were almost positive he wasn't actually asleep anymore.

you smiled to yourself.

"jason."

a low hum vibrated against your shoulder.

"so you are awake."

"no."

batfam x daddy's girl batsis! reader (also wally west x reader bc we love him)

"c'mon bruce, this is SO unfair!"

bruce wayne didn't do favourites. he tried his best to make that very known amongst the family... but having 5 boys and 2 girls made it a bit hard. especially since they were much nicer to him than his sons.

and with that meant that you and cass got whatever you wanted! which brings us to now.

dick shoved his phone in bruce's face with furrowed brows and a pout. on the screen was a picture of you and wally in swimsuits laying on a beach in hawaii, your arms wrapped around his neck as you both smiled into the camera. very much not the training reserve you said you were going to.

"you'd NEVER let me go on a romantic vacation with kori!" he argued. bruce just sighed, pushing the device away from his face. "your sister isn't on vacation, she's training with wally. she deserves a break."

dick just crossed his arms. "that's bull and you know it! you literally let her use the bat-copter! i'm not even allowed to touch the BATMOBILE!" "well, that's because you crashed the batmobile last time. your sister is always very safe on the helicopter."

jason, from the other side of the room, looked at bruce in disbelief. "SHE CRASHED MY MOTORCYCLE!" "she merely forgot to put it in park, she had a long night. sprained her wrist." before the boys could retort, bruce's phone started ringing your favourite song. of course he had a custom ringtone for you.

he pressed accept, holding his phone up to his ear with a gentle smile. "hi sweetheart, did you need something? oh, of course you can use my card. sushi? sounds delicious. well, have fun, okay? see you tomorrow. bye baby, i love you. stay safe."

as soon as he hung up, his two sons deadpanned at him. he just rose a brow in response. "...what?"

"this is fucking ridiculous.

meanwhile...

"you're so fucking cute wally" you cooed at your boyfriend's sleepy face, ginger hair pointing every which way. you were both still in your swimsuits, cuddling in the king sized bed at the beach side house your dad had rented specifically for you.

wally grinned up at you, kissing your jawline. "and you're so pretty, baby... but i think your brothers might kill me when we get back."

. . .

“I… I don’t wanna cum yet, baby you just started—“

Clark doesn’t let her pleads steer off his rapid pace. He’s beneath her, thrusting upwards with grit while his balls slap against her every time he’s all the way back in. He needed this all day. She could cum multiple times if he wanted her to. It didn’t matter to him that she’d get loopy and exhausted on top of him after just a few minutes of gushing all over his cock.

“Shhh. You don’t have a choice,” he breathes, stills his hips as they raise all the way up off the bed, the pubes on their groins each meeting each other as he gets every inch snug right in.

BATBOYS GETTING A BLOW JOB 𓂃 ໑⠀⠀⠀

nsfw tw 𝜗ৎ — Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Aged up Damian Wayne. / English isn’t my first language, I use grammar checkers to translate. Some stuff might sound weird, sorry!

BRUCE WAYNE ✸

For Bruce Wayne, touching the sky with his hands is the same as having you on your knees in front of him. He’s not the type who goes for fast or messy; he wraps his fist firmly around your hair and lets you take all the time you need. He loves feeling your hot tongue tracing every vein of his cock with pure devotion, like you’ve got all the time in the world and want to spend every second of it worshipping him.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and Bruce would love to see yours—huge and glassy, spilling tears because he’s too big and you’re not sure you can take it all. His deep, rough voice would brush against your ear as he murmurs: “Fuck… such a good girl. Look at you, so pretty on your knees, lips stretched around my cock like you were made for this. Taking me so deep… so fucking well. My perfect, obedient girl. That’s it… just like that.”

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DICK GRAYSON ✸

Dick Grayson learned a ton of things from his dad Bruce, but patience was never on that long list. He’s way too needy, way too desperate. He was already rock hard just from seeing you on your knees in front of him, but the second your lips brushed the tip, he completely lost it.

Still, he doesn’t want to be invasive or force you. But once you take him into your mouth and start actually sucking, the feeling hits him so hard that his hips move on their own, thrusting forward with the clear intention of making you take him all the way to the base. He moans and bites down on his lower lip in a way that’s so perfect, so broken, that it’s easy for you to start dripping like a broken faucet onto the floor of his apartment.

“Fuck, baby…” His voice comes out in little whimpers, no attempt to hold anything back. Dick is loud—shamelessly loud. “Fuck—fuck, baby… your mouth feels so fucking good. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fill that pretty little throat of yours until it’s overflowing. God, I love you so much… don’t you dare stop. Keep sucking me just like that—deeper, yeah, just like that… take every drop.”

JASON TODD ✸

Jason is obsessed with watching your lips wrapped around his cock. Not soft and gentle… that doesn’t suit him at all. If you decided to suck him off, it means you’re gonna let him fuck your damn face until you’re crying because it’s too much and you can’t take it anymore.

He grabs your head with both hands and pushes you down until the tip hits the back of your throat. He’s not forcing you into anything; he knows perfectly well that you love it like this, and he just goes along with your intense likes because he’s such an excellent boyfriend, obviously. He loves the feeling of stuffing your mouth completely full, of turning you into a wreck of spit, tears and desperate gasps.

“Come on, princess. You told me you could take it.” He teases, wearing that shit-eating grin. “And now look at you… choking on a real cock like a pathetic little thing. Such a good girl, aren’t you? So fucking good that you can’t even deepthroat without gagging and tearing up. You disappoint me. I expected more from my pretty girl. But it doesn’t matter. Keep trying. You still look so goddamn pretty with your lips stretched around me, drooling and struggling.”

TIM DRAKE ✸

I feel like Tim enjoys eating you out way more than letting you suck him off. Not that he doesn’t love it when you do it, of course he does, but he admits, a little embarrassed, that what really drives him crazy is when you suck his cock and eat his ass at the same time, until he ends up sitting on your face.

The way your tongue fucks his tight hole while you pump his cock at full speed with both hands makes him see stars. That wet, hot sound of your tongue curling against his prostate is enough to bring tears of pure pleasure to his eyes. He wants to bury himself deeper into your mouth, gripping the pillows with brutal force just so he doesn’t lose his balance.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he moans, biting down on his lower lip, eyes so glassy he can barely see through the tears. “Yes, yes, just like that, baby—don’t you dare stop. God, sweetheart, your tongue is a goddamn miracle, so wet and filthy and perfect. You’re gonna make me lose it—oh my God, I’m so close, I’m gonna fucking cum… ah—ah—ah—“

DAMIAN WAYNE ✸

Damian isn’t some pathetic, desperate guy. On the contrary, he’s a die-hard fanatic of pure, absolute devotion—the kind where he’s the master and you’re there solely to serve him. He’s the type who’d tie your hands behind your back with a tie or a silk scarf, leaving only your mouth at his complete disposal.

He’d let you braid your hair long just so he could pull it forward and back, controlling the exact rhythm with which he wants you to obey. He’s not a sadist: he lets you take him all the way to the back of your throat, but he pulls back the second he notices you’re truly choking and can’t take any more.

“That’s how I like it, beloved,” he murmurs softly near your ear. “Take me deeper. Make me feel how good you are at serving me, and I’ll give you exactly what a perfect little servant deserves. But if you fail me…You won’t sit for a week. I’ll make sure every mark I leave burns until you’re sobbing and begging me to stop.”

“brat stop hogging my girlfriend.” toji groaned out, trying to get into the covers to try to cuddle you for the past fifteen minutes—only to be met with his menace of a son trying to attack him.

“papa’s stinky.” 

you could barely stifle your giggles before megumi nuzzled into your side, only to turn his head to give his father a stinkeye.

“he’s just a baby, toji.”

“he’s hogging you.”

“and you don’t?”

“i have every right to, no?” he said, trying to pull you by the waist, his lips pressing softly against your neck while he tried to make himself comfortable—only to have megumi bite his arm the second he tightened them around you.

“megumi fushiguro. let me cuddle my girlfriend to sleep.” he snapped, all for megumi to just stick his tongue out at him before moving closer to you. 

“the two of you are horrid.” you groaned, trying to bury yourself in the blankets while both of them fought over you like lunatics—with toji sticking his tongue out right back at megumi.

“i hope you realise you’re fighting a four year old.”

“doll, he’s a lot smarter than he looks.” 

“oh, i know.”

“you’re way too biased.”

you rolled your eyes at him, watching him get into a staring contest with him, with you stuck between the two of them. toji tried to pry you away from megumi, he really did, only to have him bite him, claw at his hands, only to bat his eyelashes at you, jut his lip out until you caved.

“hmph.” 

“what is it, gumi?” you asked, hugging him closer while he looked over his dad’s shoulder just to smirk at him.

“daddy always gets t—to have you, it’s not fair!” 

“aww it’s okay megumi, i’m not going anywhere.”

“manipulative prick.”

“that’s your son.”

“i know what he is.”

i wrote this in the car while waiting for my cousins so sorry if its highkey ass

masterlist ⋆·˚ ༘ * illi’s notez; inspired by some art i found on pinterest! :3 i lauvvv dad!toji

you laid agaisnt toji’s chest comfortably while you held megumi in your lap, the blue haired boy snuggled up in your blanket like a king as he watched tv. just another casual morning in the fushiguro household. or at least you thought it was.

“baby.” toji whispered, gently stroking your hair to catch your attention. you tilted your head to look up at him, a sleepy smile on your lips. “mm?”

he looked down and made eye contact with you, shooting a quick look towards the chubby little baby that sat between your legs. “y’wanna see something?” he murmured, smirk curling the ends of his lips.

your smile quickly fell, a small twinge of playful annoyance painting your features. “you interrupt his peace—or mine—i will kill you.” you grumbled, focusing back on the babbling megumi in front of you.

“buzzkill.” he teased, but he didn’t mean anything by it, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.

little did you know…

“ ‘m gonna get up go brush my teeth, get something to eat, kay?” he murmured, peeking at megumi from the corner of his eye before raising his voice. “i’m soo hungryyy, baby.”

suddenly megumi froze, his grubby little fingers immediately latching onto you. “mommy!!!!” he wailed, like it was instinct. you immediately wrapped your arms around him, sending toji a dirty look before comforting the shaking little thing. “what’s wrong? what happened?” you cooed, rubbing his back gently.

“d-daddy!”

of course he was the perpetrator.

“daddy? what did he do this time?”

megumi’s lip quivered, his eyes glossy with unshed tears.

“he-he’s gunnaeatme…”

this dumbass husband of yours…

“awe baby, he’s not gonna eat you..” you whispered, allowing him to burrow himself into your arms. his crying slowly subsided with your gentle arms around him, the sound of his sniffles growing quieter.

“shh..’s okay..”

as soon as megumi calmed down, you instantly whipped your head around, making eye contact with a guilty toji. “what the hell did you say to him!?”

“nothin’! kid takes things too literally..”

“he’s four years old you fucknut!?”

toji’s brow rose up, a laugh bubbling in his throat. “now where in the hell did you learn to curse like that?”

“don’t change the subject.” you groaned, slowly rocking megumi back and forth in your arms. “what the hell did you tell him?”

“that..sometimes y’know…daddy eats little kids with blue hair..”

you let out another groan, your eyes rolling back in annoyance as you watched him try to hold back a smile.

“you’re unfucking believable.”

toji finally let out all the laughter he was trying to hold back, his arms immediately encircling you as a silent apology.

When you first saw toji, he was huge.

And everytime you mention his size you have to emphasize the huge, his muscles are twice the size of your head.. i mean you can assume the rest and you’d probably be right.

But he’s yours.

Before though, he wasn’t..

“Hey” you turn around to see just a chiseled chest, with a black compression shirt unfortunately covering the abs. “Hello?” You snap out of it and look up, his face is even worse.. eyes majestic.. absolutely dreamy you cant help but to stare into them. Your voice is breathy when you speak “Hi.. uhm-“ “You’re in my way” you look behind you, and it’s a wall.

“Uh, no im not?” “You’re standing in the way of my blood circulation.. my- fuck” he groans and pinches his nose bridge. “Never mind, do you have a boyfriend?” You avert your eyes letting out a soft giggle, confusion written all over your face. “No, i uh- I dont”

He nods. “Can i have your number?” You sigh and take out your phone, holding back a giggle. What can you say, he made you laugh he has to have a good personality?

You give him your number and he walks away with a wink “Bye doll”

Suddenly you feel butterflies in your stomach, wasn’t he just stuttering over his words…

You’re both in bed, you’re on your stomach and Tojis back is on the headboard. You were on your phone (keyword: were) but about maybe 20 minutes ago you started staring at Tojis abs, his veins every single muscle on his body..

“Why are you so big?” Tojis eyes avert shift to yours. “What?” You tilt your head and ask again, to your surprise he sits up to answer even though you honestly thought he’d ignore you.

He smirks, the scar on the corner of his lip rises so does his ego. “Do you mean when we’re in bed? cause if you are, thats just genetics baby-“ “NO! I do not mean when we’re in bed Toji” you groan and he laughs harder.

“Uh, I just want to be strong, for you.” You look up at him, your eyes immediately light up. “For me?…” his eyebrows knit together and he nod like it’s the most obvious answer ever. “Duh, I’m supposed to protect you, I’m your boyfriend, and not just that I wanna look good for you.” He shrugs but his eyes tell you he’s shy.

“Aww you’re so shy baby” his face twists up and he rolls his eyes looking back at his phone “Shut up.”

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