hide the razor š¼ toji x fem!reader fluff fic ź«įŖŻ toji has stubble on his face and you love it
you were laying in bed, wrapped in fluffy blankets and waiting for toji to come to bed with you.
he popped his head out of the master bathroom, giving you a sweet smile. he had a towel around his neck, only wearing his boxers. he set the towel on the counter in the restroom before walking over to you.
he immediately laid himself on top of you and started play fighting with you. he grabbed your wrists and held you down, counting from ten to one like they do in wrestling. he let your wrists go once he got to one, cupping your cheeks instead.
he pressed a big kiss on your lips. you could feel him smile, but thats not all you felt.
you felt something scratch your chin.
you pulled away from him, looking at his cheeks with shock.
toji had stubble.
he never let his stubble grow out for some reason. you never knew why, but you had never seen it.
you looked at him with shock.
"what?" he asked with confusion.
you cupped his cheeks, staring at the stubble as if it was some kind of phenomenon.
it kind of was.
you brushed your thumb over the prickly hair, staring at the handsome man hovering over you.
toji realized what you were looking at and pulled away from your touch. he reached his hand up to touch the prickle of his cheeks.
"oh, i haven't shaved yet, been feeling lazy. i shave it tomo-"
"don't shave it!" you cut him off immediately. you shook your head and cupped his cheeks again.
"don't shave it." you repeated again.
"why?" he asked, touching the hairs on his cheek. he never expected you to react like this over something so small like stubble.
"just don't. if you do, im never kissing you again."
toji nearly gasped. he squeezed your cheeks together and leaned in close. "you wouldn't."
you tried to smile but he was squeezing your cheeks too hard. you just hummed and pulled him in for another kiss.
he tilted his head just enough so his chin could rub against yours, making you squeal when the stubble scratched your chin. he laughed against your mouth, not believing you could get so flustered over prickles of hair.
this been in the drafts since april 23... goodness
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knowing the bouncer at your favourite club really is the best..ā” (bouncer!toji x chubby!reader)
every bouncer at the club knows you by now because you always show up laughing too loud with a tiny outfit on, all soft curves, heels clicking against the sidewalk while toji stands outside the entrance built like a damn wall pretending he doesnt immediately notice you in line every single weekend.
"there he is!" you yell happily the second you spot him, pointing at him dramatically while the people around you turn to look.
toji reaches over immediately and snatches your ID out of your hand before you can wave it around any harder, his brows pulling together while he checks it despite already knowing your birthday by memory at this point.
"why you always gotta announce yourself like that," he mutters roughly, handing the ID back while his eyes drag over your face for a second too long. you grin at him without shame, fingers curling around the card while you lean closer to the barricade.
"cause youre my favorite bouncer," you tell him sweetly, lashes batting just enough to make the guy behind you snort.
toji clicks his tongue under his breath like hes annoyed, but the corner of his mouth still twitches before he steps aside to let you in. the other bouncers think the whole thing is hilarious because toji hates almost everybody at this job.
everybody else gets dirty looks, grunts, and the occasional threat when they start acting stupid, but you quite literally get let in for free half the time.
the problem starts a couple hours later when youre drunk enough to think climbing onto the bar during some terrible song is a good idea. and one of the bartenders immediately goes to get toji, again.
toji pushes through the crowd already looking irritated, broad shoulders knocking people aside while flashing lights bounce across his face, and the second you spot him your entire face lights up.
"my bouncer!" you yell excitedly, nearly losing your balance trying to point at him.
"yeah, yeah." he mutters tiredly, grabbing your waist before you can topple over backward, his fingers digging into the generous flesh there. "partys done, cmon."
you whine dramatically while he hauls you away from the bar like an oversized cat, one massive arm locked around your middle while your heels scrape uselessly against the floor.
"noo, toji, Im dancin.." you complain loudly, head falling against his shoulder while he drags you through the crowd.
"you were damn near upside down on top'a the counter," he replies flatly, tightening his grip when you wobble again.
"thats not illegal.." you argue immediately, pouting up at him while the cold air hits your face the second he carries you outside.
"felt illegal." he mutters, finally setting you down near the entrance while keeping one hand firm on your waist so you dont drift away. usually this is the part where people get shoved into an uber and sent home, but not you, because youre special apparently.
thirty minutes later youre still standing beside him at the front entrance with his security jacket hanging off your shoulders while you "help" check IDs.
"you missed one." you whisper suspiciously while leaning heavily against his arm, pointing at a completely normal man entering the club. toji glances down at you slowly, cigarette tucked behind his ear while his hand stays braced against your back.
"you can barely see straight," he says dryly, watching your eyes struggle to focus on the line.
"Im checking. I can tell when someones lying from how theyre dressed." you reply seriously, narrowing your eyes at the next person walking up.
"that aint a real thing," he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face while you dramatically stick your hand out toward the poor guy in front of you.
"ID," you demand sternly, trying your hardest to sound authoritative despite swaying slightly, and the man actually hands it over.
you stare at it for several long seconds, lips pursed in concentration while toji watches the whole thing.
"I dont know what any of this means.." you admit finally, turning toward him with complete sincerity while holding the ID up helplessly. toji lets out this rough tired laugh through his nose before taking it from your hand, shoulders shaking slightly while he hands it back to the customer.
"go sit down somewhere fore you mess this all up. ya cant even read right now." he mutters, steering you gently away from the entrance with one large hand against your lower back.
"no," you reply immediately, grabbing onto his arm with both hands while your cheek presses against his shoulder. "Im working."
"you are absolutely not workin," he says flatly, but he still keeps you beside him anyway while you whisper nonsense security concerns into his ear for the next twenty minutes.
and by the time toji finally gets his break, youre still attached to him, warm and tipsy beside his body while his security jacket nearly swallows you whole.
"you see them shoes?" you whisper to him, leaning closer.
"baby, focus on standin upright first."
you glare at him immediately. youre not having the disrespect.
"I am upright." you huff, even though you almost trip while saying it.
"that guy has fake gucci.." you whisper seriously while pointing toward the entrance, eyes narrowed with drunken suspicion.
toji snorts quietly around the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth before grabbing your waist and pulling you straight into his lap the second he sits down behind the club, your ass hitting his thighs.
"you can barely see," he mutters, settling back in the chair while one thick arm locks securely around your middle, hand resting on your upper thigh.
"I can feel it," you insist stubbornly, immediately melting against his chest while your fingers start playing with the rings on his hand.
"that dont even make sense." he replies, smoke curling into the cold night air while his rough palm rubs slowly up your thigh absentmindedly. one of the other bouncers walks past and laughs under his breath after spotting you curled up comfortably in tojis lap.
"you babysittin again?" the guy asks, grinning while toji shoots him an irritated look.
"mind your business," toji mutters immediately, pulling you a little closer against his chest while you mumble something sleepy into his shoulder. a couple minutes later your head starts drooping heavier against him, lashes fluttering while the alcohol finally catches up to you completely.
"..toji" you mumble tiredly, fingers hooking weakly into the front of his shirt. "i think m'gettin sleepy.."
"yeah?" he mutters, glancing down at you while putting out his cigarette against the metal chair beside him.
you squint up at him lazily, still curled against his chest while music pounds faintly from inside the club.
"am I fired?" you ask.
toji actually laughs at that, one hand sliding up your back while he shakes his head.
"course. cant have you takin my job, aye? gonna leave me broke."
tou hum thoughtfully like youre genuinely considering that before your eyes start closing again. the second your body goes limp against him, toji sighs quietly through his nose before adjusting his grip under your thighs and standing up with you still in his arms.
one of the bartenders passing by raises an eyebrow immediately.
"you takin her home already?"
toji glances down at your sleepy face tucked against his neck, his security jacket bunched around your body while you cling to him without even realizing it.
"yeah," he mutters, tightening his hold slightly. "shes done causin' problems for tonight."
pro tip: don't talk bad about yourself in front of sukuna | mdni suggestive
to say sukuna doesn't like when you disrespect yourself would be untrue, because he doesn't even let you get that far. you're his, which means when you talk bad about yourself, you're offending him too.
he'll slap your ass as he passes by you getting a bowl of fruit in the kitchen, in nothing but one of his shirts and an old pair of pj shorts, hair a mess. he lets out a "fuck, don't tempt me right now," his eyes scanning you from head to toe with that familiar heat in them.
your brows furrow in confusion and you literally go to the bathroom to look in the mirror to check that your appearance didn't magically ameliorate from the last time you saw yourself. he follows you and you're almost offended when you look in the mirror. is he playing a prank on you?
"what? i literally look-"
his hand comes to grab your throat gently but firm, a brow raised as he stares down at you and then through the mirror. "you look what?" his gaze is daring you to say something negative.
you can feel that he's not joking. you swallow, "um, good?"
he hums satisfied and pulls you closer, bending down to kiss you, the way his tongue smoothly finds its way into your mouth has heat spreading through your body.
he pulls back and looks you over again appreciatively, smushing your cheeks playfully before walking away. "s'what i thought."
sukuna's voice echoes through the chamber, and his concubines freeze. they look at each other in confusion, then at youākneeling beside his throne as always.
"my lord?" one brave woman ventures. "have we displeased you?"
"you bore me." his four eyes don't leave you as he speaks. "i have no use for any of you anymore. get out of my sight."
the women flee, and suddenly you're alone with the king of curses. he reaches down with one massive hand, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze.
"do you know why i sent them away, angel?"
you shake your head, heart pounding.
"because you're the only womanās hair i can bear to have laying on my sheets; the incense of my chambers only smell right when mixed with your essence, you've ruined me for anyone else."
you guess you've always known you were his favourite, the silk beneath you is the finest in the realmācrimson and gold, woven by hands that will never touch such luxury themselves. incense burns in ornate braziers. pillows embroidered with thread-of-gold, lacquered boxes holding treasures from across the land.
"sukunaā"
"silence." but his tone is almost gentle. "i'm going to worship you now. going to show you what it means to be chosen by a god."
he strips you slowly, reverently, each piece of clothing removed with care. when you're naked in his lap, he just looks at you for a long moment.
"beautiful," he murmurs as his hands roam your bodyāone pair cupping your breasts, another gripping your hips "such delicate beauty. such fragile mortality. tell me, angel, do you understand the honor bestowed upon you? you are not merely favoredāyou are singular. absolute. the only vessel worthy of my attentions... you are only mine now, angel."
he lifts you easily, positioning you over his girth. you're already wet from his attention, but the stretch as he lowers you onto him makes you gasp.
"take it, angel. take all of meālet your king worship you as you deserve," he guides you down slowly, letting you adjust to his size. "no other shall know my touch. no other shall warm my bed. you have become my sole indulgence, and I intend to savor you thoroughly."
when he's fully seated inside you, he holds you still, just savoring the connection. then he starts moving you, using his strength to lift and lower you on his cock while his other hands play with your body.
the pleasure builds quickly with so many hands on you, so much stimulation. his cock fills you completely, hitting deep with every thrust.
"come for your king, angel. show me your devotion."
you shatter around him, and sukuna follows immediately, filling you with his release as he holds you close with all four arms.
"such eagerness." his fingers circle your clit with maddening precision. "does it arouse you, angel? knowing that a being of my power, my terrible magnificence, has chosen you above all others? that I have forsaken an entire harem for the privilege of your body?"
āy-yes..ā you breathe out
"you shall never leave these chambers," he finally says, voice returning to that careful eloquence. "i shall keep you here, in silk and luxury, and i shall worship you as the divine creature you are. my singular obsession. my perfect, precious angel."
as he lays you back against the pillows, beginning his attentions anew, you realize that you have no desire to refuse.
ąØą§ ā You bounce on Sukuna's cock, biting your lip to stifle the moans threatening to wake your sleeping daughter down the hall. But the way he fills you, stretching you so perfectly, makes restraint impossible- your breathy whimpers spill out with every desperate roll of your hips.
His hand clamps over your mouth, crimson eyes flashing, āQuiet.ā
You whine against his palm, grinding down harder, loving the way his jaw tightens. His other hand fists in your hair, yanking just enough to make your back arch.
Heās growing tired of your bullshit. Too loud. Too reckless.
In one swift motion, he flips you onto your stomach, shoving your face into a silk pillow. His grip on your hip is ironclad as he drives into you, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs. Just how you like it.
āStill wanna act up?ā he growls, his voice rough.
You can only gasp, muffled by the pillow, as pleasure coils tighter and tighter-
Then he spills inside you, painting your insides the prettiest white, drowning your womb as he pants against your spine.
āD-didn't pull out,ā you mumble, boneless beneath him.
A dark chuckle brushes your ear, ādidnāt hear you beg me to pull out, besides-.ā He nips the back of your neck, āI recall someone saying how theyād like to be swollen with my brat again during breakfast this morning.ā
But some of yall looooooveeeee to write fanfics where the reader(specifically a woman) does nothing but stay at home and wait for her perfect husband all day
