Limitless Love

cw: use of the word 'daddy', dacryphilia

he wants to feel bad, he really does, but the way those salty tears pile in your eyes and spill down your soft face just makes him wanna make you cry even harder. he's decided its a little bit better he makes you cry from pleasure as opposed to pain.

his favorite position is missionary where he can see you face as he pushes your thighs to your chest, making sure he can hit nice and deep. he's often too engrossed in how your pussy swallows his cock to notice when it starts.

"oh no, you cryin'?" he snickers softly when he sees the wetness of your face and the big pout you wear. you shake your head but its no use, he's already reaching out to brush your hair out of your face so he can get a better look.

"aww, my big baby. can't handle daddy's cock, can't ya?" he teases. he knows just how much you hate it when he babies you, especially because its hard for you to pretend you don't like it. you shake your head, eyes clamped shut in an attempt to stop the tears.

"i, i can, i can handle it."

"hm, are you sure? maybe i should give you a break." he pulls out until only his wet tip is left inside you, leaving you to whine even more. the empty feeling almost hurts and there's nothing you want more than gojo's cock to fill you up, to take you over the edge like it has so many times before.

"p-please, i'll be good, i p-promise." you whimper, eyes looking up at him desperately. he looks down at you intensely, a small smirk growing on his face as he shakes his head is mock consideration.

"alright, i guess you deserve it." he says, pushing your legs to your chest firmly before returning to his relentless pace, shoving his dick in and out of you as you whine and grasp onto him. you reach out your hands to grab onto his shoulders, no longer able to think about the tears falling down your face, you cry freely.

gojo leans down and kisses your cheek, whispering in your ear whilst the sounds of his cock in you fill the room.

"that's it, let me, ngh, let me make it all better, yeah? you can cry honey, you can cry, daddy's gonna make you feel sooooo good. you wanna cum? yeah? okay, that's it, just keep taking it, good girl. gorgeous fucking girl you are."

lazy, sleepy morning sex with toji, where you’re both still caught in that half-awake daze. he’s spooning you, large arms wrapped around your waist as his fingers dip between your legs, prying you open for him, already so wet.

he’ll grumble soft words of praise into your ear, voice rough with sleep, kissing the valley between your neck and shoulder as he finally pushes in, deep and slow.

you both moan in sync, quiet and soft, and his pace is gentle, his touch firm as his hands slide over the flesh of your stomach, below your sleep shirt, over to cup your breasts.

your head tilts back slightly as you move your hips back against him, struggling to keep your eyes open as both sleep and pleasure consume you. toji grips your thigh a little harder, squeezing as he thrusts deep enough to rock against that spot that’s got you whimpering his name under your breath. his cock always fills you so good in the mornings, every ridge pressed tightly against your walls.

and he always finishes inside. says he likes to watch his cum drip out of you, watch your pussy twitch weakly as he chuckles, spreading you open further to inspect his artwork.

you pull him by the back of his neck for a soft kiss, mumbling gentle words before you fall back asleep, the sunlight drifting through the blinds as toji pulls you closer to his chest.

oml hubby!nanamin reminding you to breathe during smex!

sorry for such the long hiatus loves :((

“where do you feel me baby? tell me.” you nails dug into the back of the man currently fucking the shit out of you, to the point where you were incoherent. your thighs pressed against your sweat glazed torso, his hips harshly colliding with yours, hitting the deepest and most sensitive spots you have.

“mmm! n-hereeeee!” you weakly moved one of your hands to your womb. he smiles, kissing your lips and then making home on your sensitive neck. where his moans and groans went straight to your ear.

nanami makes LOVE. he never fucks.

he wants you to lose yourself in the pleasure he gives you, always to the point where you’re overstimulated and almost can’t take it.

one thing nanami always noticed was how you don’t breathe whenever you guys have sex. it’s not like when you ask him to slightly choke you, or when he shifts his weight on top of you when you guys are in prone bone. it’s whenever you guys are intimate in general, he has to stop and remind you every time :(

“baby, baby. breathhhe.” he halts his hips, holding your face so your gaze is only focusing on him. not even a second passed and you’re gasping in and out, tears cradling down your brown cheeks. “there you go baby, there you go..” he slowly picks up his thrusts again, causing you to whine and whimper. trying your best not to fall into the habit of holding your breath again.

“m’gunna cuhmmm n-nana!” — “that’s my good girl. y-yeaa.” the knot in your stomach about to burst. his tip constantly hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. “it’s t’much!”

you whined. pushing against nanami’s abdomen, attempting to halt his thrusts for a moment. but he didn’t let up. “uh, uh baby. let out for me, let it out for your nana.” grabbing your wrists, and pinning it above your head.

the knot in your stomach snaps. squirting all over your husbands and thighs, coating them with your essence. it wasn’t too long until nanami reached his high. quickly pulling out and finishing on your stomach.

“did so good for me baby,” he lifted his hand from your wrist, using it to caress the side of your face.

bf!toji who acts like nothing bothers him, but he secretly notices every little change in your mood. he knows exactly how sensitive you are and treats your feelings like something fragile, even if he tries to act casual about it.

bf!toji is the type to drop his tough guy act the second your bottom lip starts shaking. if you two are watching a sad movie and a pet dies, or if you just had a terrible day and drop your cup on the floor—he's right there. he won't tease you. he’ll just pull you against his chest, let you ruin his shirt with your tears, and rub your back until you stop crying. he genuinely hates seeing you sad.

bf!toji who is completely caught off guard the first time it happens. you’re sitting on his lap, wrapped around him, completely lost in the moment. one of his big, rough hand is holding your hips, keeping you close, while he kisses your neck and slowly moves his thick digits inside your pussy, finding a rhythm that takes your breath away.

bf!toji stops completely the second he hears a small, shaky sniffle. he goes totally stiff under you. he stops moving his fingers and pulls back from your neck, his dark eyes wide and worried as he holds your face. seeing tears running down your cheeks scares him a little.

"hey... look at me. what's wrong? did i hurt you?" his voice is rough and actually panicked. "tell me, do you want me to stop?"

bf!toji watches you whine softly because he stopped. you shake your head, hiding your face in his shoulder and crying out the truth: "n-no, don't stop... it just—it feels too good, ji. i can't help it."

bf!toji freezes, taking in what you just said. hearing that you aren't crying from pain, but because he is making you feel that good? a switch flips in his brain and the panic disappears, replaced by a huge rush of excitement.

while your brain is frying at the edges, every nerve alight, nanami is asking you to do the impossible.

"cum for me again."

you want to, of course, but your sweat clicked body has other plans. no matter how much he grinds, fucks or rubs you at just the right angle, it's not enough to send you over the edge.

he's got you lying on your side, back pressed to him. his heartbeat is hammering against you in time with his thrusts, precise and controlled.

he notices the way you press your ass against him, chasing that high that's just out of reach. "tell me what you need, darling."

"your voice, kento." so quietly, so pathetic it's barely more than a whisper.

but he obeys regardless. pushing your leg up, his tip reaches even deeper, has your cunt gripping him in pleasure. "fuck," he groans. "there you go. taking my cock so well."

that has you mewling, head thrown back on a silent cry. the coil low in your belly tightens, but it's still not enough to send you over the edge.

"more!" you beg, chanting it over and over, brain clouded with lust.

"moan for me, darling. let it all out."

aided by his praise, you moan freely. your sinful noises echo off the walls into his ears. he joins you in making impassioned groans of his own. composure breaking, he hikes one of your legs up, hand gliding down to rub at your clit.

the coil grows tighter, threads of pleasure threatening to break into your peak. it's embarrassing how easily he can turn you on with just his words and that's exactly why you need him more.

"s-shitt, i'm close," you moan. one more thrust and you'll be gushing around him, ecstasy just out of reach.

"you need permission," he cuts himself off with a groan. "don't you?"

"yesyesyes— please let me cum!"

he shifts your position slightly, leg hugged even tighter against your chest and your face pushed into the pillows. the circles on your clit are smaller, sparks of pleasure lighting in your belly.

"cum for me, darling."

your orgasm racks through you without pause. toes curling, body locked up, vision whited out, you're at the complete mercy of it. you're screaming and creaming on him before you realize. through the haze, you can hear nanami groaning behind you, trying (and failing) to stay in control.

thrusts going sloppy, he fucks you through your orgasm, prolonging it until you can barely take it. "fuck, ken!"

he spills inside you, flooding your hole with opaline waves. for every tremor of your walls he's pistoning into you.

finally, both of you finish. rolling onto your back, his cock is free to slip out. his cum cascades out your sopping hole, sticking to your sweaty thighs. silence and the scent of sex hangs in the air for a while. right now, it's just you and him.

shifting to face him, you see he's already looking back, eyes glinting with pure adoration.

"i'll never get tired of your voice."

"same to you, darling."

“c’mon, you gotta count, doll.”

toji’s lying flat on the floor, hands behind his head as he starts another set of crunches. you’re sitting comfortably on his hips to keep him in place, but you’re clearly not taking your job very seriously.

every time he sits up, instead of calling out the next number, you lean in and give him a quick kiss.

“that was… um…” you mumble, tapping your chin like you’re actually thinking. “three? no… wait— four?”

he comes up again— another kiss.

“you forgot already?” he says, clicking his tongue after.

“…maybe.”

another crunch. another kiss.

he smirks, finally catching on.

“you’re not even trying to help me work out here.”

“i am!”

“nice try.” he raises a brow. “you’ve had me on the same rep for two minutes.”

you try your hardest to look innocent, but the smile on your face gives you away.

“i just keep losing count..”

“mhm.”

he comes up again, stopping just inches from your face before you can steal another kiss.

“if you want a kiss,” he says, that smug grin spreading further across his face, “you just ask, hm?”

“but this is more fun..” you pout.

he sighs, but one hand settles on your waist.

“fine.”

this time, he leans in first, stealing a kiss before dropping back down.

“…now count for real.”

“one..” you start counting again.

he sits up again— you kiss him.

“…one,” you repeat.

toji just looks at you for a second before letting out a laugh.

“…we’re gonna be here all day, aren’t we?”

one day toji was fixing your car, for what? no idea but you know he looks good doing it.

“done staring ma?” you snap out of your traze. “wasn’t staring..” “you were, what do you need?” he pulls something and throws it on the ground his eyes looking down at the inside of your car hood.

you shake your head and he smirks, “think someone is calling you” you hum and nod and flee from the scene to the living room.

it’s your best friend, you answer the phone. “hello?” “heyy girl, we still going to that club?” you hum and peak into the garage from the hallway and whisper. “yeah, not that we’re doing anything bad just.. keep it down.” you chuckle nervously. “toji gets jealous sometimes.. though it’s totally hot-“ “totally not.”

you scoff and roll your eyes. “whatever, it makes it harder for me to go out to party-“ “party?” you groan and hang up when you hear a deep voice, obviously from your fiancé toji.

“no..” he raises his eyebrow and walks up to you and plops down on the couch with a squeak looking up at you. “you leaving me baby?” he squints his eyes his voice deep, his lips poked out, not mad but controlled, he looks so—

you quickly shake your head then he pats his lap and you sit on one thick thigh. his hands rest on your waist “so why you going to a party, ‘n you not telling me bout it?” he looks at you up and down, slowly.

you wince and shrink down, your shoulders tense. “relax ma, I ain’t mad just disappointed.” you look into his eyes, then put your finger on his chin tilting his head up he’s smiling, black marks on his stretched out tank top which absolutely makes him reek of gasoline and on top of that he’s all sweaty. “why do you look so… good.” he smirks and raises eyebrow “what?” “like so.. attractive, when your being assertive, or.. or even fixing my broken down car.”

he scoffs and chuckles and then kisses your collarbone. wrapping your legs around his waist he puts his big rough hands around the nape of your neck pulling you down. your eyes shift quickly, though you’ve been together for over 5 years you still get so nervous.

“because.. I’m toji.” he winks and pulls you in for a kiss his other hand on your waist squeezing. you breathe heavier as he doesn’t let you pull back for air.

your lips sliding off of each other he tilts his head giving him more room to play with you. this kiss feels more like a punishment then just passion, even though his kisses are always so damn passionate.

you whimper and he slows down letting you adjust, making you think that you have control, your nails find his shoulders to dig your nails as you push yourself up further on his lap. he slips his tongue through your already swollen lips, sucking harder he wraps his tongue around yours perfectly not rushed, pulling but definitely not to hard.

your hands wrap his neck feeling his veiny muscular neck, that alone makes you moan. finally he pulls back with a loud pop! and a string of saliva following right after. you gasp for air and breathe heavily “f..fuck” your at a lost of words

“still wanna go to that party?”

you look down and shake your head, he smirks and you nuzzle your face in his neck while he’s rubbing your back. “text her and tell her that then.”

just how you like your men, dominant and submissive.

editors note: we like? 😓 draft has been rotting

my masterlist

based on this request <3

you were called into the office today, which worked out well since nanami was working from home and could also watch over your four year old daughter who was currently playing in the living room.

he was sorting out his paperwork when your daughter let out a heavy sigh.

“everything okay, love?” nanami peered from his laptop to see what had her so conflicted. there she was lying on the floor hugging her barbie doll with a bored pout painted her face.

“i’m so bored daddy!” she huffs.

“that’s no good, what would you like to do?”

“hmm.. oh—i know! can you play with me?” she beams brightly. as much as he’d love to, his work wasn’t finished yet… nanami was someone who prided himself on following a strict routine — but surely he could make an exception for his daughter?

he looked back at his daughters hopeful expression to the paperwork that left him contemplating what his true purpose in life really was, and there was clearly only one right answer.

he could never say no to his precious girl.

“what do you have in mind sweetheart?”

“YAYYYY!” she jumps up and exclaims “um–um…let’s play dress up and– and have a tea party!”

“sounds good to me–”

“i need to put on my fancy skirt!” she cuts him off, already viciously padding down the hallway. before nanami can warn her to not run in case she trips, the inevitable happens. he watches in real time as she trips over nothing and hits the ground with a soft ‘oof’.

“I’M OKAY!” she reassures her dad by quickly standing back up and giving a thumbs up before running into her room. god knows where she has so much energy from, because it certainly wasn’t from him.

nanami decides to amuse himself and follow her to her bedroom, arms crossed as he leans against her doorframe to watch how she ‘prepares’ for their tea party. she doesn’t notice him straight away, too busy in her own world with shimmying her fairy wings and tutu skirt on.

she turns to her child-sized vanity mirror and clumsily applies her kids eyeshadow and lipgloss, it smudges across her face in the process but that doesn’t bother her one bit. she’s definitely reciprocating what she’s seen from you getting ready in the morning. nanami smiles at that, like mother like daughter.

“okay evewyone!” she turns to her stuffed toy collection on her bed, “we have a special guest at our tea party today so we must be on our best behaviour!” she somehow butchers the last word but the attempt was cute.

“special guest, huh?” she whips her head around at the familiar voice, only now realising her dad was by the door.

“papaaa!!! you’re here too early! i wanted to surprise you..” she pouts,

“i’m sorry..” he kisses her tiny hand as an apology. “but i must say, you look stunning.” she grins hearing her father’s praise, quickly getting over it by taking his much larger hand in hers and bringing him inside “okay fiiine, i do your makeup now!”

“my makeup?” he chuckles as she sits him down on her tiny chair, which he looked comically massive in.

“yes! you have to look your best for the most important tea party in the entire world!” she sighs like this should be common sense to him by now.

“of course darling, give me your best then.” she hums whilst applying the glittery pink eyeshadow, using the mini makeup brushes you bought her. it scrapes against nanami’s eyelids but it’s whatever, he’ll live.

“i’m gonna give you a lot of blush so you look extwa pwetty for mommy.” his ears turn pink at her casual statement as she smacks the bright powder into his cheekbones and nose.

“okaaay..all done! what do you think?” she shines her mirror at his face. nanami’s face is half pink and glitters.

“it’s…very nice..!” she giggles at his approval and replies with a confident “i know.”

“uhh- one more thing! close your eyes..” he skeptically follows, hearing her patter around her room before placing what he believes is a plastic tiara on his head.

“now open!” ah, he was right. looking into her vanity mirror, he sees that his daughter has the same tiara on as well. “tada! we’re matching! now we’re perfeckly ready!”

a few minutes later, once nanami helped to pour chocolate milk into the teapot and settle the toys into their assigned seats at the table, the tea party had began.

“princess mermaid papa the third, may you pour me and mr froggy some of your finest tea?” she adorably bats her lashes at her dad.

“of course, madam.”

“psst..say my play name!”

“ahem..of course, my queen fairy unicorn darling.” he pours the milk into her teacup to which she slurps with her pinky up, how demure.

having missed your family within only a few hours of being away at work, you decided to surprise them and come home early. on the way home you bought the basic groceries, of course including your daughters favourite snacks and nanami’s favourite pastry.

when you enter your home, toys were scattered all across the living room as per usual, but muffled chatter could be heard from your daughters room. you walk over curious.

“what are you guys up to? oh–?!” you’re met with the sight of your husband who quite frankly looks like a hot pastel mess, sitting in your daughter’s tiny chair with a teacup in hand. before you can even question his current state, your daughter jumps into your arms.

“MAMAAA! you’re back!”

“hi my baby! i came home early just for you.” you lift her up and hug her tightly.

“here love, let me take those bags from you.” he kisses your cheek and takes the grocery bags from you before you can blink.

ugh, what a gentleman you married.

“thank you ken– wait a minute. is that lipgloss you’re wearing as well?” you can’t hold back your laughter anymore.

“yep! i did daddy’s makeup!” your daughter proudly chimes in.

“wow~ he looks very handsome!” you wink playfully at him, giggling at the blood rushing to his already very pink cheeks. “and you look very pretty as well, my love.” you place her down and twirl her around for a 360 of the look.

“tank you mama!”

“why don’t you join us for our tea party, sweetheart?”

“i’d love to! i even bought our favourite snacks on the way home-” you scavenge through the grocery bags until you find what you were searching for, “aha! crackers and jam for the lady, and pastries for the…butler?” you tease, making nanami chuckle.

“why thank you, ma’am.”

“mama! you can be the maid!”

“aw man…not again..”

the rest of the day is spent with more roleplaying, your daughter painting everyone’s nails, and a movie marathon of the barbie movies whilst munching on nachos. soon enough, her bedtime had arrived. although she was at first stern on staying awake to watch through more movies, it didn’t take long before she was slumped and snoring on nanami’s chest.

“she’s out like a light.” he huffs, carrying her back to her bedroom.

“i think all those nachos got to her.”

“or her relentlessly running about all day?”

“heh– that too.”

when she’s tucked in her bed, you both take turns to kiss her chubby cheeks goodnight. now you and your husband finally had some time to yourself — not that you hated the time spent with your daughter, of course not. it was just nice to simply dial down and relax together at the end of the day.

you’re now laid back against your bed frame, nanami being the gentleman he is takes the initiative to massage your feet making you let out a pleasured moan.

“how was work?”

“boring. would much rather have my makeup done and enjoy a tea party all day instead.”

“only because she was bored, darling.” he attempts to defend himself. you hum, eyes wide shut in pure bliss, but somehow you could tell nanami had something on his mind.

you tap your feet on his lap. “where’s your mind at, hm?”

“forgive me if this is too much, but have you ever considered…another one?”

oh. you were not expecting that. “you mean..another child?”

“i…yes. that’s what i meant.” he looks away, a beetroot colour painting his face. damnit, he was feeling sensitive as hell today, and his face had no problem giving him away.

“kento…look at me please.” you sit up and move closer to him, clasping your hand in his and turning his jaw to face you.

“it’s just– i feel like somethings missing from our family. and don’t you think our daughter deserves a little sibling to play with?”

“i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t thought about it..but i think it’s something we need to bring up with her as well.”

“i agree, we can introduce the idea to her and see how she feels at first.”

“mhm! in the meantime~ why don’t we practice?” you tease whilst rubbing your knee on his hardening crotch. in all fairness, you were on the pill, so why not have some fun whilst you still could?

“you’re cheeky, y’know that?”

suddenly a light knock could be heard from your bedroom door. you recognised it as none other than your daughter, but what could she possibly still be doing up this late at night?

you quickly sat up and moved away from nanami “ahem– come in!” your daughter padded in, rubbing her eyes and clutching her favourite plush toy.

“what’s the matter, baby?”

“uhhh…i sick?” you and nanami share a quick look, one that says you know she’s most likely lying.

“did you throw up?” nanami inquires.

“no…”

you decide to bite and pop the question she’s probably here for, “would you like to sleep here anyways?”

“yes...”

you pat your bed “come on in then.” she quickly follows through and nestles in between you and nanami, not even trying to hide the wide toothy smile on her adorable chubby face.

“g’night mama!” she leaves a sloppy kiss on your cheek before turning over to her dad and doing the same “g’night papa!” she exclaims, now snuggling into her space.

“goodnight, my loves.” nanami replies, not forgetting to plant a soft kiss on your lips before dimming the lights, leaving you in the dark with just your thoughts.

yeah. you definitely had the growing case of baby fever.

malaysia…

kento could feel it so clearly, the sand between his toes, warm on the surface then cooler when his feet dig in. the smell of the ocean, breathing lungfuls of the salty scent. it all felt so real.

except it wasn’t.

except he wasn’t in malaysia, he was stuck in the underground of shibuya station instead. the smell clinging to his nostrils is the one of his own blood, exhausted feet constricted by the leather of his shoes— his trusty pair, the one that had accompanied him on his commute to and from his shitty workplace, the one that walked him into death’s hands.

“ken…? ken!”

he jolts up with a gasp, eyes wide an hyper-vigilant. his throat is parched, he feels like he can’t breathe in properly until— a hand. soft, feather-light and warm, resting on his arm.

“another nightmare?”

you.

kento turns his head slowly, your worried face filling his field of vision. the only face he had promised to protect, to bring away from all the atrocities of his life, to never, ever, let that expression cross your features again. but unfortunately, his tainted memories managed to tear through the veil of sleep with their cruel claws, plaguing his nights.

“yeah,” he manages to croak weakly. “but i’m okay now, please don’t worry. i’m fine.”

your knitted brows relax, just a bit, when his hand reaches for yours, grabbing it to bring it to his lips, meeting the skin with a gentle kiss. “that’s a relief,” you whisper, a smile finally finding its way onto your mouth. “because this day can’t be anything but amazing, ken. happy birthday.”

you lean forward to kiss him, and he welcomes it, eyes fluttering shut. he can hear the wooshing of the waves outside, the breeze brushing the curtains, the occasional bird chirping.

malaysia.

when you pull back, you notice he’s staring, whiskey eyes lingering on every inch of your skin like he needs to commit it to memory. you shake your head, ready to scold him. “ken—”

but he doesn’t let you, big arms wrapping around you to cage you to the mattress, the whole weight of the upper half of his body positively punching the air out of your lungs. “oomph…what are you doing!?”

his reply comes in the shape of kisses, lots of them, pressed in quick succession against your the side of your throat to tickle you. “ken! k-ken no!” you start giggling uncontrollably, unable to get the 6 feet grown baby off you, playfully slapping his back.

then he stops, all of a sudden, face still buried in the crook of your neck. “mhhhh, five more minutes,” he feigns a sleepy, almost whiny voice. you shake your head, laughing, fingers sliding up his back to find the short hair at his nape.

“fine,” you murmur, pressing your cheek to the top of his head. “five more minutes, but only because it’s your birthday.”

┊┊a/n. MY WIFI IS BACK AND I CAN USE MY LAPTOP AGAIN WHO CHEERED!!! also super quick blurb sorry if it's bunz i kinda forgot his bday was today

Pornstar!Toji x Gf!Fem!Reader

18+

Summary: Toji asks you to join one of his streams so he can show his fangirls how he really fucks

Warnings: established relationship, smut, 0 plot, mean!dom!Toji, sub!reader, older toji (reader is like 22 and hes like 27..?), p in v, unprotected, on film, rough sex, dirty talk, oral (m!receiving & f!receiving), facefucking, messy pussy eating, fingering, kinda daddy kink like not really (he calls himself it like twice), squirting, spitting, biting, choking, spanking, scratching, creampies, manhandling, overstim, dacryphilia, degradation, praise,

Wc: ~3.7k

a/n: i literally have so many abandoned drafts but i keep writing new ideas instead of finishing them </3

This is pretty proofread but again im posting at almost 4 am so if theres typos its cause im about to fall asleep

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