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BEEP BEEP! YOUR TAXI HERE !!

IMAGINE being married to BLUE COLLAR! Toji

BLUE COLLAR! Toji, ughh. Like his body was already muscular and strong, but NOW he's even more muscular, practically built like a tank from years of manual labor. His broad back, thick, muscular arms lined with veins from lifting, thick thighs, and that prominent, deep scar across his lip, that you love tracing with your tongue.

Every night, when he comes home, he smells like sweat and metal.

AND your already waiting to greet him with something tight, only for him. A low-cut top that makes your tits sit high and bouncy, with tiny shorts that ride up your soft ass.

He doesn't even say hello sometimes, just drops his work bag, and grabs a handful of your ass, and groans against your ear.

He would say stuff like, "Miss you so fuckin' much , doll", and when he uses that pet name, 'doll,' it's just to get you going.

Mornings w/ BLUE COLLAR! Toji is such a moment. I mean, you would wake up and make him a massive breakfast, just for him <3.

You’re just a little housewife for him, I mean, who wouldn't? Imagine, while the food is cooking, he would sneak up behind you and press his morning wood against your ass, while his rough hands slip under your shirt.

He loves squeezing and lifting your breasts, rolling your nipples between his calloused fingers from all that manual labor. You're trying to make food, while he's just groping you.

You're a whimpering mess, and pushing back against him, getting wetter by the second under his touch.

Some mornings, if he has enough time on his hands, he would bend you over the counter and slide in raw and deep. He's just fucking you slowly, and deep, while eggs are sizzling.

"Gotta start the day right, fillin' up my wife before work."

Of course, being married to Toji, your stepson is Megumi. It took some time for Megumi to adjust to the new family dynamic, and Toji being an actual, present father. I mean, he calls you "Mom" on a good day, and Y/N.

Gosh, making lunch for BLUE COLLAR! Toji is like your love language. He works long hours, so of course, he would need a hearty, nice, and filling meal for lunch. SO YOU PACK, a nice lunch 4 him <3.

Packing him a bento with rice, grilled meat, vegetables (cuz he needs it), and always a sweet treat like a cookie. Sometimes you even slip something like your panties, or a naughty polaroid of your tits, with a post-it that says smth dirty.

When he opens his lunchbox, he just gotta eat, a rare smile on his face. While the rest of the crew just wonders why the hell the toji, the scary foreman, is suddenly in a good mood.

UGHH = Showers w/ him when he comes back from work; it's just non-negotiable. You, the sweet homewife you are, help him peel off his dusty clothes. Running your soft hands over every bulging, sore muscle. Under the hot water, you drop to your knees on the tile, water already cascading over your body . While you're just choking on his cock,

You're taking your time, kissing his shaft, licking against the vein, and sucking on his balls, while stroking him with both hands, because he's so big. While he's leaning against the wall, grunting. He combs through your hair, watching your pretty eyes looking up at him.

When he cums, you just swallow everything, or have it land all over your tits, and just rub it like it's your favorite lotion <3.

Watching you do that just makes him even more hard.

GOSH, dinner time... I mean, it's regular family time, but the second Megumi leaves the table, all bets are OFF. Toji would pull you onto his lap on the recliner, your straddling his hips. Your chest is right in front of his face, while he just being motorboating them.

He's just sucking marks into your soft skin, while you rub yourself against his growing bulge.

"Fuckin' best part of my day," he mumbles against your nipple, then you just ride him right there, and now. He is gripping your ass and thrusting up, making you moan louder. After all those long hours at work, I mean, he deserves it.

Weekends w/ BLUE COLLAR! Toji, it's just recovering, and fucking. He would wake you up by sliding between your thighs and eating you out like his favorite breakfast, until you're shaking.

Then he fucks you in missionary, holding your legs wide, spread eagle style. While he's grunting into your neck, "Gonn' put a baby into ya".

When BLUE COLLAR! Toji has a brutal day at work, you're already ready. A hot bath for him, a big dinner with all of his favorites, and greeting him with nothing on expect a apron.

You would feed him dinner while sitting on his lap, then ride his face on the couch until he smothered in your slick.

After he relaxes fully, you would just let him fuck you however way he wants. I mean, your his stress toy, his wife.

Imagine after one of those days, he just bends you over, doggy style. Watching your ass ripple while he snaps his hips against you, or prone bone so he can get close to you, pressing all his weight on you, to get his dick as deep as possible.

Life w/ BLUE COLLAR! Toji is just UGHHHH.

heian era!sukuna who always has you by his side when he's dealing with things around the estate. when he's walking around the garden, he always has you clinging to his bicep as he listens to your silly thoughts and the occasional laughter you let out.

heian era!sukuna who now only allows you to bathe him and the same goes for you. the servants only now long to be able to see and touch his incredible body but he only gives you the privilege. "come. i'm in need of a bath", and you can't protest as he pulls you by the wrist to the bath house.

heian era!sukuna who always has you sat on his lap all pretty as he listens to his people's requests. his lower pair of arms around your waist, holding you firmly and his his subject dare to even glance at you, he shoots then a glare and a warning. "you're here for me, so don't focus on her or deal with my wrath. I'm in a good mood today, so don't upset me"

heian era!sukuna who only allows you to spend countless nights in his chambers. usually after he's done with his other concubines, they leave his chambers immediately, by command. but you, he doesn't even refer to you as one of them, and neither do the others dare as after an long passionate night, he lets you sleep in his chambers, in his bed, only because he enjoys staring at your sleeping form all night.

heian era!sukuna who takes care of you himself when you're sick. whether it be preparing the medicine for you to drink, feeding you your food even though you have energy to feed yourself, dressing you and even carrying you in his arms when you want to go outside. he doesn't care how much you'll protest, he's doing this for you, because he wants to so don't be stubborn about it!

heian era!sukuna who buys you new garments incase of a ceremony or when he's out. he could see a kimono your size and picture your smiling face when you receive his gift. it does something to his dead heart, so he just gets it for you no matter how much it costs. and he just likes showing you off to everyone around him by dressing you up all pretty, with you hair and makeup done by only the finest stylists in the area.

heian era!sukuna who made sure that all the workers know that you're not on their level. he has your chambers adorned with whatever he find fits you. the most comfortable bed, the prettiest mirror so you can look all pretty for him, a huge wardrobe with your many garments and more. he spoils you completely rotten a treatment that no one except you gets. not even his concubines.

heian era!sukuna who prefers sharing meals with you privately. just looking at you place bite after bite in your mouth as elegantly as you can fills so type of void in his heart. you get sauce on your cheek or the corner of your mouth and he reaches out and wipes it away with his thumb before licking it.

heian era!sukuna who pulls you closer into his warm embrace and presses soft kisses to your face when you're sleeping happy that you've accepted him and feel safe around him.

fluff

the village elders are kneeling in the mud outside the palace gates, their foreheads pressed flat against the earth, weeping as they offer up the autumn harvest. they have brought baskets of rice, rare mountain herbs, and a single, polished silver mirror meant to reflect the face of a god.

​sukuna is sitting on his outdoor veranda, one leg hooked over the wooden railing, completely ignoring them while he picks at his fingernails with a small, curved dagger. he looks thoroughly bored by their terror.

​you step out onto the porch, carrying a small wooden tray with his afternoon tea, your bare feet padding softly against the cypress wood.

​the second your shadow falls over his lap, the king of curses completely freezes. the lazy, indifferent slouch disappears instantly. his four eyes snap upward, locking onto your face with a sudden, hyper-focused intensity that makes the kneeling villagers outside gasp in terror.

​“you.. you’re late,” he grunts, though his lower right hand is already reaching out to steady the tray so you don’t drop it.

​“the water took time to boil, ‘kuna,” you say quietly, sitting down cross-legged right beside his hip.

​sukuna doesn’t touch the tea. instead, he sets the dagger down, his massive, claw-tipped upper hand reaching out to gently, deliberately catch the hem of your sleeve. with a slow, unyielding pull, he drags you across the mats until your side is pressed completely flush against his thigh. he reaches down, his large fingers catching the small of your back and lifting you until you’re sitting directly between his knees, your back resting against his stomach mouth.

​he rests his chin heavily on top of your head, two of his arms wrapping around your ribs to hold you still, while his other two hands casually pick up the teacup, holding it to your lips first.

​down in the courtyard, one of the elders dares to look up, stammering out a prayer to the ‘benevolent calamity.’ sukuna’s eyes flash with a sudden, vicious malice as he glares over your shoulder at the old man. “look away before i rip your eyes out,” he barks, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly low, protective snarl. he turns his head back, burying his face in your neck with a low, possessive huff, his entire face turning a dark, private red. “they’re loud. drink your tea so i can kill them in peace.”

a/n: heian era sukuna has a special place in my heart

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Nightwing x gojo

The girl had heard many stories about her friend’s parents.

“You don’t understand,” she had said more than a million times, “my parents are, like, disgustingly in love. It’s embarrassing.”

She had expected something cringey. Kisses in the kitchen. Maybe matching mugs. Some middle-aged couple nonsense. Something wholesome, like in one of those old movies.

She hadn’t expected… this.

She stood awkwardly near the front door, her hands gripping the straps of her backpack. She felt slightly suffocated, as if the walls had eyes and all of them were staring at her.

A deep voice echoed through the house and she swallowed hard, glancing toward the kitchen, where her friend was calmly chewing her toast as if it were just another normal day.

“Are you blind?” Ryomen cleared his throat, one hand on his hip and the other lifting a small yogurt bottle to his mouth, his eyes fixed on his wife. “That’s not how you cut them.”