fruitsi

YOU SHOULD LIKE MEGUMI AND TOGE OR SMTH!!!

currently if i’m not wrong megumi and toge are teenagers, and despite my age also ending in ‘teen’ im not one. itll be weird to crush on someone 4 years younger than me

ε٩(๑⌓̈๑)۶з Toji threatens to shave his beard off!

the fanart creator is here.

the apartment was quiet except for the sound of running water. morning sunlight spilled through the bathroom window, painting everything gold.

you were standing at the sink brushing your teeth while Toji stood beside you. the scene wasn’t particularly exciting, it was just comfortable. spending time with the man that has seen you in every way imaginable.

Toji was still half asleep, his raven hair sticking up everywhere. one hand resting on the counter while he squinted at his reflection.

you spit toothpaste into the sink and looked over, and immediately froze.

toji had a razor out.

absolutely not. you watched in horror as he started spreading shaving cream along his jaw. your eyes widened till they freaking hurt.

“toji.”

“hm.”

“no.”

he glanced at you through the mirror. “what?”

you pointed. “don’t.”

toji just blinked, he looked so fine you could eat him. “…don’t what?”

“the beard.”

“it’s getting shaved”

“the hell it is.”

toji actually laughed, a low rumble in his chest. his voice raspy from sleep. it sounded just like black coffee if you had to compare it to something.

“you serious?”

“extremely” you bobbed your head like the answer was fucking obvious. you were NOT playing around.

“it’s hair.”

“it’s YOUR hair.” this made more sense in your head since anything that came from him was sacred.

“exactly.”

you let out a frustrated sigh. “i’m attached to it.”

“you are not attached to my facial hair.”

“i am.”

toji looked back at the mirror. then at you. then at the razor. then back at you.

the look on his face said he genuinely wasn’t sure if you were joking. but unfortunately for him, you weren’t. not a chance.

he snorted. “i look exactly the same”

“you absolutely do not”

“i do.”

“no.”

you stepped closer, close enough to poke his cheek and catch a glimpse of some ginger hairs growing around his mouth (wink). the scratch of the beard against your fingertip made your brain do a backflip.

“you looked good before.”

that got his attention, not that it isn’t on you 90% of the time, it was just that this actually made him form a facial expression.

you softened, leaning against the counter, “you always look good”

he rolled his eyes immediately, yet he was still listening.

“then what’s the problem?”

“the problem is that now you look…” you looked up at the corner in the search for the words. meanwhile he raised an eyebrow.

“look what?”

your eyes returned to him. the messy black hair, the sleepy eyes, the broad shoulders, that sexy ass beard.

“… ridiculously handsome”

toji immediately barked out a laugh, a real one that usually never happens unless your saying some nonsense when he’s trying to sleep.

“oh, shut up”

“i’m serious!”

“you’re insane.” he shook his head, making some of his black look-like-bangs reveal more of his pretty green eyes.

“you look like those hairy men that always smell so good.”

“i look homeless.”

“a sexy homeless”

he looked down at you, his eyebrows relaxing. “you like it that much?” his voice getting quieter.

you shrugged, getting a little embarrassed now. “yeah.”

Toji looked at you for a long second, long enough that your stomach started doing weird things.

then he sighed while putting the razor completely down, reaching for his toothbrush instead.

you wrapped your arms around his waist, “THANK YOU!”

he playfully acted like he stumbled backwards “get off.”

“you love meee”

“unfortunately.”

but even while grumbling, one hand settled automatically on your back. you looked back, you caught him glancing at the mirror. at the beard, and the way you were smiling.

and for a second, he looked just a little pleased with himself too.

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა sleeping on Choso’s tummy!

you had absolutely no intention of falling asleep on Choso, but perhaps it’s what your body truly needs after all.

you’d been sitting beside him on the couch while he scrolled through his phone, one arm lazily stretched across the back cushions. the apartment was warm, the lights dim, and Choso was only wearing his gray sweatpants, that’s it.

then somehow, you ended up sprawled across the couch with your head resting directly on his stomach.

there was not a chance you were going to move, who would even try?

Choso glanced down “…comfortable?”

you smiled without opening your eyes. “very.”

his stomach moved beneath your cheek when he let out a quiet laugh. the motion was surprisingly soothing.

you could feel every breath he took, the slow rise, the slow fall. like laying on the gentlest ocean wave imaginable.

“you know,” you mumbled, “you’re squishy”

there was a couple of seconds with silence, then

“i’m what?”

you grinned “squishy”

a horrified look crossed his face

“you make it sound bad.”

“it’s not bad”

you wrapped your arms around his middle dramatically. “it’s perfect”

the poor man looked like his soul had temporality left his body. his ears immediately turning red.

you could practically feel the embarrassment radiating off him.

“i’m serious” you continued

choso covered part of his face with one hand. “please stop talking”

“no.”

“please.”

“no.”

a tiny smile fought its way onto his lips despite himself

you won. as usual, i mean you’re the queen after all.

a few minutes passed. the movie played in the background. neither of you paid attention, the movie was The notebook, who even enjoys that?

you could hear choso’s heartbeat beneath your ear, slow and steady. the heartbeat made your entire body relax without realizing it.

your eyes grew heavier, heavier, and heavier. eventually ended in you drifting off peacefully.

———————

when choso realized you’d fallen asleep, he froze.

you were still wrapped around him, your cheek was squished against his soft stomach. your breathing was slow and even, you just looked tremendously adorable.

he couldn’t move, it’s not that he physically couldn’t, but he absolutely refused to wake you up. so he just stayed there for nearly an hour, one arm resting carefully beside you, and the other absentmindedly playing with your hair.

every now and then your face would nuzzle against him in your sleep, and every single time, choso looked seconds away from combusting.

the affection was physically overwhelming him, but eventually you stirred. your eyes blinked open slowly, the first thing you saw being choso already looking down at you.

the second thing you realized was that you’d basically been suing him as a giant pillow. you smiled sleepily,

“hi.”

“…hi”

his voice sounded softer than usual.

you stretched slightly before settling back down.

choso laughed quietly seeing how made little to no effort of leaving such sacred place.

“tired?”

“mhm.”

“you just slept.”

“mhm.”

“then why are you still laying there?”

you turned your face into his stomach again.

the answer came out muffled. “warm”

for a second choso didn’t respond, but you could still feel him looking at you.

then you felt his hand settle gently on the back of your head, holding you there. it was obvious he wanted to keep you close.

his thumb brushed lightly through your hair.

and when he spoke again, his voice was so quiet you almost missed it.

“…you can stay as long as you want”

the way he said it made your heart beat a little faster than what it usually would when you’re around him. so you just smiled against him.

and choso’s hand remained in your hair long after the movie ended. ♡

You woke up briefly when a warm hand brushed against your shoulder.

“baby…”

His voice was rough with sleep.

You barely managed a confused noise before he carefully slid an arm beneath you and guided you onto your side.

You blinked. “What are you doing?”

“You were on your back again.”

“I’m comfortable.”

“I know.” He tucked a pillow behind you so you wouldn’t roll over immediately. “But i read that’s not how you’re supposed to sleep right now.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You read one article”

“I read six.”

His hand settled over your hip for a second, making sure you stayed on your side before pulling the blanket back over you.

“Go back to sleep.”

A few minutes later, after he’d drifted off, you rolled onto your back again.

The next thing you knew, he was half-awake mumbling something unintelligible as he gently nudged you back onto your side without opening his eyes.

It had become a habit.

You guys were laying in bed, with a blanket thrown loosely on top. He was kneading your thigh, leaning forward to your side enough so he can look at your phone.

It was almost nightly routine to scroll on reddit trying to find some paranormal stories thread in your feed and recite them to Toji, judging if they were true or not, and just using it as an excuse to hold onto him tighter at night. Seconds later, your eyebrows furrowed when you came across an interesting question.

“Men of reddit, what are some stuff women do that they think it’s enjoyable during sex when in reality, it is not?”

You instantly clicked on it, “mhm, ‘men of reddit, what is something women do that it’s not enjoyable during sex’ “ you read out loud with a sarcastic yet annoyed tone at the question itself, knowing that most likely it’ll be the incels having the most outrageous takes.

Toji raised an eyebrow, slightly interested on the topic, yet his whole attention was on you waiting for you to go on.

You scrolled down, reading through some quickly.

“This one says, ‘when they moan loudly, it’s fake and stupid, you’re not in a porn’. ” you turned your head to look at toji, analyzing his features as if they could talk.

“mm-mm,” he shook his head slowly “he’s stupid. i like when my girl is loud, so” He scoffed with an uninterested expression. 

You smirked proudly knowing that your man could never be like one of those greasy old men in there.

You went for another one. “ ‘when she calls me daddy. that freaks me out’.”

Toji bit the inside of his lip as his head went backwards letting another annoyed scoff. “shi, what’s wrong with that? i love when you call me daddy” as he poked your side rib playfully.

“Well that’s you!” You giggled grabbing his wrist gently and pushing him off.

“that’s sexy though, i don’t get why someone wouldn’t like it” He manages to grab your thigh, throwing it over his lap to continue his ‘massage’ on it. “they just don’t like their women” he added.

“yeah…” you murmured softly, disappointed. You cupped his face placing a loving kiss on his cheek. He closed his eyes breathing in the moment.

You grabbed your phone again and scrolled further more.

You read this one silently, becoming self conscious since it was something you thought you might do pretty often. Toji noticed, he leaned closer taking look at the text.

‘When she’s riding me and she’s going front to back and not bouncing. They always think that’s the mood, when it’s fucking annoying’

Some others did replied stating that women do that to pleasure themselves, not because it’s a ‘secret’ technique. The guy was just being an asshole in general for not letting the woman at least enjoy herself during it.

But toji didn’t read the replies, he had enough.

His head shot up in a way that screamed ‘the fuck?’, he was surprised someone would even say that.

“Bullshit” He spoke almost mad. “Now that’s a crazy one.”

You got surprised by his reaction, you almost forgot how insecure it quickly got you.

“wait, why?” you put the phone down, all of your attention on him.

“What kind of idiot doesn’t get off to their girl using them?” He made a disgusted face, clearly still shocked by it.

You let out a relieved, yet amused laugh at how open your boyfriend is about this stuff. “You don’t hate it? i do that almost all the time, it’s okay if you do.” You spoke in a high pitched tone.

“Are you crazy? I fucking love it when you go like this” as he moved his hips back and forth funnily, making you laugh even louder.

He pulled you in with his beefy arms, smelling your shampoo silently. “Don’t worry about those filthy bastards. I love anything you do” He placed a kiss on your head.

“Love you, old man” you replied sweetly, yet still teasing.

Suguru is a man who certainly likes control, but also very affectionate in a quiet instead of loud way. So when you guys got together, it was kind of difficult to tell what he might be into right away.

His energy and self is very gentle but heavy. He listens more than he talks, and notices little things. So when you guys first started to have sex it took time for him to unwrap his likes when fucking, just because he wanted to make sure you would also be into them.

After a while, he started to be his truth self, and you couldn’t be more grateful for that. Now you don’t know who’s more addicted to each other. The house, and especially the bedroom is always filled with the scent of two bodies who can’t get enough of each other.

And this are five kinks that most likely he includes while fucking you dumb.

Edge play: suguru started soft launching this one with soft choking, with the excuse of wanting to hold you tighter, which isn’t completely false but his dick did throb more seeing how tighter he could go before you gasped for air. Just testing how far he could go, eventually you did gave him the green light and he started doing more. It turned into knife play where you had to do what he wanted or else he would do cat scratches on you. It turns him on the fact that you trusted him enough for this.

Face slapping: Whenever you seemed like you were zoning out slightly, or while you were giving him a blow job you stopped the movement of your tongue he’ll love to remind you to ‘focus’ and pair it up with a slap. He would command it in such a strict way that made you want to suck his soul out.

Hybristophilia: After the mass murder, Suguru got aroused by the fact that you stayed with him even after that. Same goes with you, knowing that he did all that heinous stuff but still was able to keep that certain warmness with you got you floating through the sky. You both were basically bonnie and clyde, and this fit perfectly into more fantasies and role-plays ya’ll were willing to try.

Impact play: Geto felt that with this one, he could see your devotion for him, making it special for him. Once you gave consent for him to spank you whenever you became “uncontrollable” (basically saying something that didn’t fit with his views). If you guys were in public he’ll give you that look and you’ll instantly knew what was going to happen moments later. If there was a bathroom near best believe he’ll take you there and make you bend over towards the sink and start spanking you while he’ll make you recognize your wrongs. And at home Geto had a special paddle to do it with.

Jerk off instructions: Sitting side by side or sometimes him sitting and you on your knees or viceversa, he really enjoyed having some slight control when pleasure was involved. For example, he’ll teach you how to jerk him off and you just had to listen if you didn’t wanted to get slap. Or, he’ll have you laying on your back, him next to you leaning forward towards your body with his hand between your legs telling you how to play with yourself incase he goes away and you need to remember how his fingers move on you. Geto just simply enjoys things going his way, or ‘controlling’ you to do things the way he would. It’s just something about you, his woman, being devoted to him enough to listen and being able to fit so well with him that makes sex enjoyable every single time.

when it comes to you, toji doesn’t ever hold back. Even before the relationship started you could tell it’ll be a problem for him to stay away from you.

He loved how you could easily match his freak anytime, in and out of bed. And you absolutely loved how much of a fucking animal he was.

He absolutely isn’t a gentle giant when it comes to sex, he loves loves loves taking his frustration on you, and you love taking it.

The first time you guys ever had sex was probably one of the best experiences you both had. And since then, you’ve figured that he might just be into everything and anything as long as he’s doing it to you or with you.

Here are his top 5 that you’ve noticed of him. (no particular order)

Cock-worship: When you keep repeating while he pounds you how ‘big he is’ and how you can’t take it, it’s like music to his ears. He loves when you point out how sometimes he can come quick, or when you claim this time he actually took his time. Whether you compliment his circumcised dick down to the color shape and taste, he just loves when you mention his cock. If you mentioned his dick in a normal setting or in bed, in a good way or bad, he’ll instantly get a boner. It’s just something about you talking about HIS body that easily gets him off.

Breeding/seeing you pregnant: Now this one IS a big one for him. Seeing your cunt full of him, and eventually seeing the effect of it? oh don’t get him started. You carrying his offspring is enough for him to want to keep you pregnant 10 years straight. Ever since he meet you, he has to admit he dreamt and desired of seeing you pregnant. Yeah, because first of all you’re beautiful and adding a round cute stomach would be the cherry one top, but it’s also the fact they HE did that to YOU that makes that man go feral.

Primal play: Whenever he’s inside of you (fingers or dick) Toji growls, roars, and just turns into this animalistic beast. It might just be your scent, your sounds, or just YOU that gets this primal side of him. Whenever you guys ‘play fight’ or ‘wrestle’ it always turns into sex for this reason, the power he knows he has over you gets his dick hard so much it turns into this raging red color, craving you. He’s also a man who uses his body a lot, he’s a tank and a freaking giant, which gets me to the other one.

Kink size: Toji is aware of his size, he isn’t no average man. He knew that you’re like 4 sizes too small and still, he gets an ultra boner from this. The fact that your little pussy barely can keep up and your little hands grip onto him makes him feel like the king of the world. He feels like you’re a little glass doll that needs his protection. His broad back and shoulders easily cover you as a whole and his into that. Fucking you infront of a mirror, him behind you with a thick bicep holding you (which you’re biting) in a headlock and your small figure trying to not be loud, oh now THATS a view for him. How he can look down and see your delicious ass jiggle. Toji just adores the fact that with ONE arm he can have fully control of your body.

Endytophilia/Exhibitionist: Toji loves the way you dress so much that he is willing to not take your clothes off completly, and just finger you under the restaurant table under that pretty skirt. Or him rubbing his dick on your ass, making himself cum alllll over your pretty shorts while you’re just trying to cook. Seeing his dry cum on your clothes makes him want to do it again, again, and again. Plus, doing that to you while at your parent’s house and them wondering what is that stain? mhm that’s his shit right there. Toji just stares at you with a smirk to see what lame excuse you will say.

Smut/Angst?/hurt/comfort/Miserable geto:c

He’s exhausted in a way sleep can’t fix anymore.

The kind where his body keeps moving around because if he stops even for one second, he’ll actually have to think.

He exorcising crises. Keeps swallowing them. Pushing himself until his hands shake when he ties he’s hair back.

You woke up at 3 AM and he’s not in bed. Didn’t surprise you much because nowadays he certainly wasn’t the same man you fell in love with when being introduced to you by Satoru himself.

You find him sitting on the engawa outside, shoulders hunched, hair loose, still in uniform pants, holding one of those disgusting curse orbs in between his long fingers like he’s debating whether he can force himself to swallow another.

The air smelled metallic and wrong from residual cursed energy.

You sit beside him, he doesn’t react at first, he doesn’t need to. He’s always aware of you.

You touch his arm softly. “Sugu”

he closes his eyes.

“You should sleep,” you whisper

a bitter low laugh leaves him. “Can’t.”

His voice sounds rough and overused. You notice the pile of empty bottles beside him. The blood on his sleeve that isn’t his. And the way he you can’t tell he’s trying to keep something in that he just won’t tell you no matter what.

Every curse he absorbs makes him feel more polluted, more detached to humanity, and he can’t stop wondering if you’ll eventually look at him with fear too.

One night after a mission, he comes back absolutely wrecked. Uniform half open, knuckled bruised, eyes hollow.

You try to help him take his jacket off and suddenly he grabs your wrist, not hard just desperate.

Your eyes go all over his face, recognizing his exhaustion, the panic, the hatred he’s starting to build toward the entire world.

He buries his face against your shoulder and finally admits it in a whisper.

“I’m so tired.”

You take a breath trying to see if the words to comfort him were randomly in the air.

“Come rest, baby” Your voice sounded like honey to his ears

“no…” You started to feel his own breath warm the side of your neck. His big hands slid up to wrap around your waist, and slowly go down… and down. gripping your ass just slightly.

You knew where this was going, slowly you began wrapping your own arms around his neck, moving him just slightly to take a look at your face.

“Let’s go to the bedroom?” you offered with a soft reassuring smile.

He nodded twice desperately but without much expression on his face. With a quiet grunt leaving him he picks you up in his arms and begins carrying you to the room.

He drops you down with that same desperation, but still made sure not to hurt you.

He started placing steady, mouth opened kisses on your neck, then going down to your collarbone. Once your shirt got in the way he furrowed his eyebrows because how dare a shirt separate him from your soft body?

He just ripped it. He didn’t had any time nor any patience to take his time on this. Sure he loves you, but having to go slow meant to think. And if you were his formal girlfriend, you had to take care of that raging bulge growing inside his pants no matter what.

You didn’t complained either, i mean… look at him. look at IT. Easily nine inches long, Two thick veins that add to the pleasure once inside of you. And a deliciously built mushroom tip, making you lose your mind whenever it has some of his pre in it.

And your prayers were answered. You didn’t noticed how fast he instantly took all of your clothes off. and now he is currently lowering his boxers.

He liberated that dreamy cock of his with a slight bounce due to how freaking hard it was.

The tip was a mad red, it was at you for making it wait so long.

With his thumb he began rubbing your clit with some frustration while his other hand gave tight, slow strokes on his dick.

After a few seconds of your whimpers he positioned himself in your entrance. Just going in right away. Not more foreplay. Again, he didn’t had time for that.

He just needs to cum.

He’s thrusts were messy. The room was filled in with the sound of his balls slapping against your ass dryly. Your arms were on each one of your sides gripping onto the sheets.

He grabbed one of your legs making it go up to his shoulder to go way deeper inside of you.

He started going fast, and faster. Your tits bouncing and his eyes getting hypnotized by them. At least something was distracting him as he searched for his release.

He quickly started to feel like he was close, picking up his last past action, he again began rubbing your clit perfectly to get you to squeeze his dick.

“this is… this is good really good” he grunted once your walls clenched him just right.

He went even impossibly deeper. Hitting your cervix, making your inside sting, he knew that, but right now it’s all about him.

He’s cock began throbbing matching with your own palpitations as you started to cum.

Your orgasm felt so bland. Not because you were ‘used’ to it but it was because he just never really try to think about your spots. And if he did was just because he wanted you to squish his dick. Being honest, you were just his fleshlight.

His cum shot up deep inside of you filling you in like a pastry. You felt the warmness and stickiness of it right away.

He was panting heavily. Hairs sticking up on his forehead from his sweat.

He pulled out slowly, not even bothering to clean you, or him up. He collapsed on his back, pulling a blanket up to cover the both of you and closed his eyes.

He fell asleep almost instantly.

You stood up slowly and walked towards the bathroom, it was routine now. You were your own after care.