@ / digiryo

cw - none! pure fluff, tad bit of angst.

now, toji hasn't really thought of having another mother in his kids' lives. honestly, he was just being a playboy and letting women in and out of his bed.

only before he settled down and finally came to his senses.

his kids' always asked when their mother was gonna be home, and his only response was, "soon."

you and toji had met through a mutual friend, and knew you both we're terribly lonely and needed to meet and.. get to know each other.

turns out you guys ended up having a shit ton in common and just clicked like two magnets!

you visited often, babysitting his kids when he had to work since he never really had anyone around to watch his kids when he was busy, which was definitely dangerous but luckily no one knew about it.

his kids absolutely loved you! they adore you, always giggling and jumping up excitedly when you'd show up.

after a good few months, you were absolutely attached to his kids and just loved being around them.

but.. you felt bad.

really bad.

you always thought about what toji's past was like, how he acted, what he did... and you never asked because you didn't wanna accidentally cause a nerve to burst and he just bugs out.

you wondered if he ever was married, and he probably was due to the pictures of the 2 main pretty women in his home.

but, ever since his kids, megumi and tsumiki, asked you to be their mother, it made you more curious. and it would suck if curiosity killed the cat.

one day, you decide to start a conversation about it.

its a late night at toji's residence, you're busy putting the kids to sleep, kissing their forehead's goodnight and saying you love them before strolling out of their room and heading back to the living room, where toji sits on the couch, waiting for you.

you grow nervous thinking about how to start the conversation, so you just blurt it out before you can stop yourself.

"your kids want me to be their mother."

you immediately slap a hand onto your mouth, internally cringing, grimacing and planning your death.

maybe even planning to get a special-grade lobotomy for the brain damage you just caused to yourself, and maybe even toji.

"what?" toji looks at you.

you decide that it's too late to back out, and you shyly walk over to him, sitting down next to him.

"your kids.. they uh.. want me to be their mother." your gaze is teared away from his, trying to avoid his face.

he sighs, looking at you. "..oookkaay, and?"

and? okay? whaaaatt..

you thought he was gonna yell at you, and instead he says.. okay, and?

he completely dragged out the okay, saying it like he was australian, adding the lil' "aur" to it.

"yeaah, they want me to be their mother."

"okay. elaborate further, ma."

you gulp, facing your anxiety and looking at him.

"i just.. i dont know! i mean, you know i love the hell out of your kids, but.. i dont think being their mother would be okay, they've had a mother, and i just think filling the void wouldn't be okay for me, i dont wanna replace the woman that was once in their life."

you said that with your heart, feeling guilty about filling the empty space in their family.

"y'know my kids love you, mama." toji says, brushing a stray piece of hair out of your face.

"and hey, i get it. I'd be feelin' guilty aswell if someone asked me to be their kids father."

(we all know damn well he wouldn't but we're gonna say he is for the sake of the plot)

you sigh, continuing, "i just.. if you're okay with it, I wouldn't have a problem being their mother, i just don't wanna make it seem like im pushing you or anything..."

you fidget nervously, keeping your gaze away.

"i dont see anything wrong with you bein' my kids' mother, mama. i mean, i appreciate everything you do, and being a mother figure in their life makes me happy." toji says, turning your head towards him.

"I'll let you be my kids' mother, ma." he presses a soft kiss on your lips.

"a-are you sure? like seriously, i don't wanna make you upset.." toji found it adorable how nervous you were, and he definitely kept reassuring you, which he didn't mind.

"I'm fine with you living with us, with you being my kids' mother. i never settled down until i met you, princess. i always had women comin' and going like it was nothing."

you feel tears build up in your eyes. you sigh, wiping your tears away and shifting so you're comfortably laying your head on his shoulder.

"okay." you mutter.

"want me to completely move in?" you ask, looking up at toji.

"yes, doll."

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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ synopsis ,　when husband!toji's sweet chubby!woc!wife makes her soak the sheets due to insecurity.

౨ৎ　pairing ,　toji fushiguro x chubby!woc!female reader.

౨ৎ　cw ,　fingering, degrading, praising, pet names (mama, ma, princess, ect.), female reader being insecure && toji just being the best husband comforting his wife. um.. mirror fucking? like getting fucked infront of a mirror.. ykwim. ( more like mirror fingering, but mirror fucking js seems better to use lolol xd )

lately, your insecurities have been getting the best of you.

see now, you weren't skinny, but you weren't fat. you had skin. you had meat on your bones. you had plush, curves, softness. you were always upset and picking at your tummy pudge, the gentle skin jiggling nicely whenever you'd let go of it.

you hate it for some reason.

you were chubby! now, no discrimination here. toji's your husband, and he absolutely loves his black chubby women. he loves having something to grab on when he's fucking you silly, or even just kissing you and whispering he loves you.

toji noticed how you'd stare a little longer at yourself in the mirror that sits against the wall near the corner of where your bedroom door is.

it was always whenever you wore dresses, or any clothing that you wore when you were going out.

he just thought you were checking yourself out and whispering "wow, i look good." but no. you were whispering in the back of your mind "ew." over and over.

and it was at yourself! yet, there was absolutely nothing to say ew about.

you just didn't think you looked good as a woman of color thats chubby. it didn't sit right with you.

but toji finally got frustrated of it and stepped up and said something.

as you're laying on your bed, reading emails from work, toji pads into your shared bedroom.

"hey mama." he mutters, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. his muscular legs dip the bed, his head laying on your tummy.

"how you feelin'? heard you didn't really like the party last week." he's referring to how you didn't like wearing the dress.

"oh, nooo, it was okay." you shrug, placing your phone down and giving your attention to him. "im okay, toji." you say softly, placing your hands into his hair and gently placing with it.

he lets out a satisfied sigh before lifting up his head to look at you.

"mama."

"yeaah..?" you look around the room like you did something wrong.

"you're not okay." he says. "you've been pinching your curves like you hate them for the last 3 weeks, baby." god, he sees right through you.

you stay quiet, swallowing that familiar lump in your throat.

"what's bothering you, ma?" he looks at you with thoss eyes that are so patient, just knowing he's got you right where he needs you to be to speak up.

"i–" choking on your words, your eyes burn. you feel tears come into your eyes, slowly spilling down your brown skin. "i just don't like being so.. fat." you sniffle, looking away.

toji's face hardens, knowing he hates when you speak so bad about yourself.

"you're not fat, princess." he sits up, standing up and gently moving you towards him, making you yelp.

he tilts your head up, making you look into his eyes. "listen to me. you're not fat, baby. you got meat on your bones, you got skin that i can hold. for fuck sake you put me in a room with a model, im not choosing her, 'm choosing my wife." tears spill out of your eyes as you listen to him.

you just stay quiet, letting him speak and comfort you.

"y'know i would choose you over anything else. you got the prettiest skin ever, baby." he says so softly, wiping your tears with his thumb.

"look at this," toji leans down, placing his hand on your stomach and squeezing the pudge. you giggle. "stoop!" you laugh, swatting his hands away.

"what, baby? 'm appreciating my wife's tummy." he says. "my home, my place i put my hand on when im fuckin' you deep." he whispers.

"lay near the view of the mirror." he whispers, taking off his shirt.

yeah, and you quite literally shouldn't have listened to him.

toji has you now in between his legs on the bed, your body completely naked, thighs prettily spread just for him infront of the long mirror.

his fingers are making you so wet, its embarrassing. you can't look at him in the mirror, too shy to see the pleasure-filled expression plastered on your face.

"c'mon, mama. you can't be this embarrassed to not look at your pretty self in the mirror." you blush, pouting.

"i-im not embarrassed!" you lie, yet your pussy tells it all—you're as needy as he is, and the way you're practically dripping just speaks everything for him.

he clicks his tongue, pushing two thick fingers inside you knuckle deep, enticing a loud moan from you.

"ooohh, theree it is.." he bites his lip, pressing soft kisses on your neck, thrusting his fingers inside you.

you writhe against him, trying to move him out of you, yet your struggling does nothing.

your eyes roll back as you soften against his muscular build, just letting him comfort you through pleasure.

"mhmm.. look at this, mama. fuuuck, you're soakin' the bed, i looovve it." he groans, seeing your cream seep out of your wet pussy, sliding down onto the bed.

toji absolutely loves when you're like this, letting your guard completely down and not holding back.

he presses his fingers against your g-spot, causing you to suddenly whimper and squirt.

he chuckles. "found your sweet spot, pretty girl." he says, pushing against that spot over and over, causing you to gush around his fingers.

"pretty lil' slut makin' a mess on the bed, huh? feelin' her husband's long fingers fuck her soo silly." your eyes are painted white with stars, your thick thighs trembling and toes curling.

"c'mon mama, your s'close. give it to me—o-ooh, fuuck, there it is, good girl." he makes you absolutely melt against his fingers, letting out the whiniest moans, begging him to not stop.

"toojii—fuuck! n-no, noo, not there!" you cry. "m'gonna cum—ooh, toji!" you sniffle, tears leaving your eyes and rolling down your skin.

your body convulses, squirt flying out and onto the bed. toji looks at you through the mirror, and he's absolutely dazed. his eyes are half-lidded, cheeks lightly flushed with how turned on he is.

you're out of it completely, little giggles leaving your mouth, smiling slightly. drool slips out your mouth, and you can't help but cum once again feeling his fingers speed up inside you.

"naahh, baby, cum one more time. gonna fuck ya nice after, might even fuckin' stuff you up, give y'a baby. my baby in your pretty fuckin' tummy." he says, fingers white and glistening with your juices.

"a-ahh huuuh—your baby, y-yoouur baby—o-ooh, fuuckk!" you sob, choking on your words and slurring it all out.

"don't wan' you to ever fucking talk bad about yourself again, yeah? do it again and I'll fuck twins into you." he warns, kissing your neck before pulling his fingers out after you've calmed down from an intense orgasm.

"gonna marry you someday, kiddo. give you all the kids in the world.. not goin' back on my word when i said ima stuff you up." he whispers in your ear before moving positions, placing you on your back and lifting up your legs, dragging down his sweatpants.

and.. lets just say he promised you a kid.. and twins in the end.

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thank you all so much for the recent support, i literally love you all.

pairing ᢉ𐭩 - jinu saja x female reader

warnings ᢉ𐭩 - smut, p in v sex, pussy slapping, twt link (must have an account logged into in order to access it ᢉ𐭩), mating press position mentioned, squirting, breeding kink if you squinch (?), no proofread, feeling lazy. credits go to whoever made the dividers below!

jinu had you in a nasty mating press. legs bent damn near behind your ears, thighs red from his hands grasping them like they'll suddenly poof away if he lets go even an inch.

your eyes were glossed over with tears, drool sliding down your mouth to your chin.

"baby—f-fuuck—you're droolin'," jinu teases, pushing your legs back more than they need to be and licking the drool, catching it between his lips.

you were out of it—eyes glossed over, tears piling up in your pretty eyes and falling out, adorable sniffles escaping you. you're begging jinu to speed up, but then slow down, practically babbling incoherently at this point.

"jinuuu!—hmmph!" you cry, toes curling as you feel his cock hit your pudgy g-spot over and over.

he chuckles, leaning down so your noses are touches. "whaaat? look at you, baby—you're a mess."

jinu's cock drags inside you so well, it makes you lightheaded. "j-jinu—p-please, y-you're too deep! i can't!" you cry, nails digging into his muscular forearm harshly, causing him to hiss at the sudden sting of pain.

"n-noo, baby, you can, c'mon, i know you can." he pants, giving you a sweet kiss on your lips.

jinu doesn't let up whatsoever—instead he speeds up, railing into you like it's his last day on earth being a demon and cherishing the moment. he lets your legs get a little rest, letting your thighs go, causing them to rush to either side of his waist and dangle with each deep, rough thrust he gives your needy cunt.

"you did it before, yeah? was bein' a slut f'me and letting me put you into a nasty mating press like right now—oooh, fuuck." he pulls out suddenly, giving your pussy a nice slap. you yelp at the sudden touch, the sting lingering with your throbbing pussy.

you let out a slutty moan—your thighs jerking at the slap.

"fuuck, baby—look at her, she's begging me to put my cock back inside, huh?" he grunts, grabbing your waist and pushing his cock back inside your throbbing hole.

"mmh—jinuu, o-oh my god!" your hands fly to his shoulders, pulling him close, basically hugging him. you shove your face in his neck, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock, a sign your body is giving that you're so close to exploding.

"p-princess," jinu rasps, "cunt's squeezin' me like she doesn't wanna let go—haahh, fuuck, baby." he groans. the noise of skin slapping against each other grows louder, filling the room and echoing. you two are so gonna get a neighbor coming to your door at 11 pm and complaining how loud you guys are.

"ooh-hoo, what's this?" he grabs your tit, fondling the heavy, perky flesh between his fingers. "close, huh? you can cum for me, yeaaah? you did it all the other times i fucked this cock-deprived pussy, right?"

the way his voice has that deep rasp in it with a hint of desire has you choking on your own air. "y-yes, yes, i-i can—mm—do it, i can—i caaann!" your legs wrap around his waist, the heel of your feet pressing into jinu's lower back.

"yeaah—i know you can, haah—shit—c'mon, cum for me, make a pretty mess, milk my cock—gon' give you a baby if you milk me just enough, princess." jinu groans, grabbing your legs and pushing them back towards your head.

he grabs your chin, causing you to look at him. and damn, he can't help but damn near whimper at the sight below him.

his adorable girlfriend moaning like she hasn't had sex in ages, fat globs of tears spilling out her eyes, drool escaping her mouth all the way down to her chin and just rolling right down below.

your eyes flutter shut and roll back, a loud moan tearing from your throat as your body pauses for just a second before letting your squirt escape your body, splashing onto jinu's abs and cock.

your back arches, nails digging a nice scar into his back. jinu moans, loud and broken, spilling his hot cum into you, filling you up all nice.

cream smothers your pussy and his cock as you cum, your cream secretly spilling out as you orgasm.

"fuuuckk, yeaah, princess, good girl—my good fuckin' girl."

your body wildly responds before calming down. jinu lets go of your legs, letting them weakly lower onto the now squirt soaked bed.

"think you can go another round? i did say I'll give you a baby if you milk me good enough.. you did good here, but i think my baby needs a little more, yeah? just for extra measures."

and he slaps his cock against your pussy before entering you once again, fucking you into oblivion, promising you with stuffing you up.