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[suguruscherry]

Olderbf!Toji comforts you after you do bad on your midterms!

18+mdni

content: brain breaking, multiple orgasms, crying, soft dom Toji (cause you're sad so he's being sweet)

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You had just gotten the last of your midterm grades back, and, oof, not your best work. You didn't want to go back to school right after high school, so you took a few years off. Now, you were in your first semester of college, and getting back into the habit of classes and studying was more of a challenge than you had anticipated. You ended up procrastinating way too much and not giving yourself enough time to study for your exams, and it definitely showed in your grades.

You knew you were smart, but the test results had you feeling a little bit dumb and ultimately bad about yourself. You were laying in your bed sulking with a pillow cuddled to your chest when Toji texted you.

"Get your grade back?"

"…:("

"That bad, huh? Omw"

You dropped your phone on the bed and waited for him to come over and make you feel better. He always did. Shortly after, you heard your front door unlocking with the spare key you had given him and his heavy footsteps coming towards your room. He walked in and sat on the edge of the bed, bringing a hand to cup the side of your face.

"How you feelin' girl?" he asked.

His voice and the feeling of him touching you was too much. Tears filled your eyes and you bit the inside of your cheek to try and keep from letting them fall. He laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms so that your face was pressed against his chest. You couldn't hold back your tears any longer and let them fall quietly against him as he rubbed your back and pet your hair.

"S'okay, doll. Don't sweat it."

"Feel bad," you squeaked out.

"But you're such a good girl," he replied, "my good girl."

He lifted your chin so your eyes met his.

"And so pretty. Way too pretty for all these big tears," he wiped them away.

"Toji?"

"Yeah?"

You sniffled.

"Can you help me clear my mind?"

"'Course doll. How you want me to do that?"

You looked up at him with pleading eyes. He gave you a grin that was both soft and mischievous.

"Need your man to take care of you, huh?"

You nodded. He chuckled as he laid you on your back and got on top of you.

"You know you're my good girl, right?" he repeated.

You nodded as you wrapped your arms around his neck and took in his words.

"Thank you, Ji. I don't like feeling like I'm in trouble," you said in a small voice.

"'Course," he leaned in and kissed your jawline, "and you're not in trouble."

You pulled him in closer so that his body was pressed against yours. The pressure of his weight, the heat of his body, the smell of his skin, and the feeling of his mouth against you was so soothing for your anxiety. He kissed down your neck and chest, giving you playful bites and a few licks that made your chest tighten with need. After you had calmed down and he had given you several hickies, he pulled back to look into your eyes.

"Any better?" He asked.

You nodded, "yes, thank you," you bit your lip, "but… I still want more."

He let out a low intimate chuckle.

"Greedy girl, huh?"

You smiled coyly and nodded. He nipped at your jawline.

"S'okay, you deserve to be spoiled. Especially when these pretty eyes get all wet."

"So you're saying I can always get my way with you as long as I cry?" you teased.

He smirked, "I mean…" a gentle confirmation that that was generally the case.

"Maybe you should make me cry then," you brought his hand to rest around your throat.

He let out a deep groan and applied the slightest about of pressure, making you gasp anyway.

"You sure that's what you want? You already did so much cryin' today, doll."

You nodded.

"Yes. Please turn my brain off," you pleaded.

You saw something dark flash across his eyes and the look alone made your belly flip. Before you knew it, he had you face down, ass up on the mattress, your eyes rolled into the back your head as his heavy cock pounded into you. Mindless moans were spilling out of your mouth while his tip kept kissing your cervix over and over again, expertly stopping right before it got to be painful. He had your arms behind your back and was holding both of your wrists with a single big hand, his other hand gripping tightly onto your hip.

"How's that brain doin', princess?"

"Uh-h - gah -huh - ahh ~~~" and other babbling was the only way you could respond at this point

He chuckled.

"Good, baby. So fuckin' good for me, see? Askin' me to wreck this pretty little hole for you until you're cryin' so you can feel better."

"Mmmmm," you whined at his teasing.

"Not complaining, gorgeous."

He kept fucking you until you couldn't take it anymore. You squirted more times than you could count, the sheets completely soaked beneath the two of you. He kept moving you around into any position he wanted to to fuck you the best, pulling out only to throw you around like a rag doll then plunge back into you. Your pussy was raw, lips and clit puffy and throbbing. You didn't even know how long it had been at this point, but the sun had completely gone down and your room was now only lit by your bedside lamp.

You felt Toji tense up before he unloaded into you again, his release adding to the mess the two of you had already made on the bed. You were splayed out on your back now, unable to maintain any other position at this point. You were completely fucked out. Red faced, panting, lidded eyes, tear-stained cheeks. Toji finally pulled out and laid down beside you.

"How you feelin' now, huh?"

He brushed away the strands of hair from your face that were sticking to your forehead. You nodded, totally out of it.

"S'good 'Ji," you mumbled.

He chuckled and wiped away the residual tears on your cheeks and brought his thumb to his mouth to lick them off. He let out a small satisfied hum before pulling you against him and smoothing your hair down.

"Is this pretty little brain nice and shut off?"

You nodded against his chest.

"Mmm, my pretty fucked out girl. Let's go get you cleaned up."

You whined in protest but he was already lifting you off the bed and bringing you to the bathroom. He set you down on the counter and started the bath. He pressed a few sweet kisses to your dazed face before picking you up again and setting you into the tub, the warm water making your raw skin tingle.

"I'm gonna go change the sheets. Be back in a few to clean you up. Try not to fall asleep before then, yeah?" he teased.

Your older boyfriend took such good care of you.

[kittennextdoor]

18+ ━ your man buys you an anklet for his own pleasure

He’d bought you the anklet without saying much about why — just a delicate little chain that sat soft against your skin, with a small charm that caught the light whenever you moved. You found out the real reason the first time he had you on your back with your legs over his shoulders.

Every time he thrust into you, the anklet shifted and dangled against your skin, the soft metallic sound mixing with the wet noise of him fucking you. His eyes kept dropping to it, completely fixated on the way it moved with every deep stroke.

“Fuck… look at that,” he groaned, voice rough as he watched the charm bounce. He gripped your ankle tighter and turned his head, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your foot while he kept fucking you. You shivered at the feeling.

He did it again — kissing along the arch of your foot, then higher near the anklet, all while his hips snapped forward in steady, deep thrusts. The chain kept dangling and catching the light, and he seemed almost hypnotized by it.

“You have no idea how good this looks,” he muttered against your skin, licking a slow stripe over the top of your foot before sucking gently on the side of your ankle, right next to the jewelry. “Pretty little thing just bouncing for me while I stretch this pussy out.”

He shifted your leg so he could kiss the sole of your foot properly, still buried deep inside you, still watching the anklet move every time he drove in. The combination of his mouth on your foot and his dick filling you made your toes curl against his lips.

When he finally came, he did it with his mouth still pressed to your ankle, eyes locked on the dangling charm as he pulsed inside you with a low, satisfied groan. Afterward he stayed there for a moment, gently kissing your foot one more time like he couldn’t help himself. “We’re never taking this off,” he murmured against your skin.

[tojismitten]

ᰔ older toji teaches you how to give him head. ♡

꒰ cw/tags: established-relationship, age-gap, daddy-kink, oral fixation, smut. ⋆˙⟡

a/n: so soaked writing this out… toji c'mere~

toji was sitting on the living room couch, the dim glow of the tv casting a calming light over the walls. he was wearing a black t-shirt and some grey boxers over his muscular body, man-spreading.

and you, were sitting between his meaty thighs, timidly staring up at him as his calloused hand rests on top your head. you’ve been curious about something as of lately, and toji was about to sate that curiosity.

“ya sure you’re ready for this, babygirl?” toji asks, fingers slightly tangling in the strands of your hair as he stares down at you, eyes smoldering with desire. “don’t know what you’re askin' for.”

but you were determined. you wanted to learn how to please your boyfriend, just as he knows how to so smoothly please you. “toji, i’m a big girl, stop treating me like a kid.” you whined, hands resting on his thighs. “please…”

he lets out a rough chuckle, before grabbing your chin, smirking down at you. “stubborn girl. alright then, daddy’s gonna teach ya all you need to know.” he says, pressing his thumb against your soft lips, trying to parting them. “c'mon, open that pretty mouth niceeee n' wide for me. gotta see what i’m workin' with.”

from his command, you allow his thumb to part your lips, opening your mouth to his gaze. while toji held your chin, his free hand slightly lifts up his shirt just a tad, showcasing his v-line and the bit of dark hair on his navel, which was traveling down into his briefs. “mmm, there we go. stay just like that…” he murmurs, before slowly tugging down his boxers— his thick cock already hard and springing out from the fabric, slapping against his abdomen.

your eyes were wide as you stared up at his warm, twitching length— tip beading with glistening precum. you could already feel your pussy clenching at the sight of his cock… panties dampening under your bottoms.

“such a sensitive thing, already squirmin' and blushin' just from looking at it.” toji coos tenderly, yet mockingly, before his hand wraps around his shaft, giving it a few pumps, the bead of precum now trickling down his shaft. “now, stick that tongue out. yeah… just like that.” he groans, scooting closer to the edge of the couch cushion, slapping and rubbing his hot, leaking tip against your wet tongue.

you mewled softly, the sensation of his hot flesh against your tongue making your heart race. you looked up at him, making his cock twitch from the sight of those eyes. “gooood girl. need ya to relax your throat now. gonna slide it in.” he murmurs, fingers gently tangling in the strands of your hair. “might make ya gag at first, just gotta deal with it.” he smirks cockily.

you take a deep breath, hands clenching against his thighs as you attempt to relax your throat to the best of your ability, toji's hips slowly pushing forward to slide his warm, thick length down your tongue, his girth forcing your jaw to strain a bit. “mmp—“ you whimpered softly, thighs rubbing together to relieve the aching arousal.

“hah— good girl. now, need ya to start suckin', okay? give it some lickin' too.” he commands, half-way in your mouth. you could feel saliva building up beneath your tongue, hands gripping onto his thighs for stability as you began to slowly bop your head up. and down. “mmh— slurp.” you try to concentrate, your saliva already slicking onto his throbbing shaft as you suck his dick, setting a steady, slow rhythm.

toji let’s out a groan, half-lidded gaze fixated on your pretty face as you start to learn his cock, taking it the best you can. “mmmh…!” you whined, the sound releasing vibrations against his sensitive flesh, making his hips twitch for a moment. “shittt… just like that. c’mon, i know ya can take more than that…” he pants, grinning down at you as both of his hands were now cradling your head. he began to push his hips forward again, this time testing your reflexes. his tip was now kissing the back of your mouth, and slowlyyyy breaching into your throat.

that’s when the struggle began. you instinctively gagged against his length, glassy eyes looking up at him with need and discomfort. “mmph— t-too much…!” you whined, your voice muffled and a bit slurred with his dick in your throat. toji chuckles from the adorable display. “aww, what was that, doll? couldn’t hear ya.” he teases, “shh, just focus on daddy. stop that whinin'.” his croons, grip on your hair slightly tightening as he starts to move again, now fucking your throat nice and proper.

the intensity of it all was too much to bear— his cock was stretching your mouth, your lips quivering and throat convulsing around his mean length. you could start to feel your own drool trickling down your chin as he thrusts his dick in and out of your mouth, using you for his pleasure. “mmm, that’s it… keep those eyes on daddy, don’t you dare look away.” he growls, his hips moving faster and more firmly now, his thrusts bullying your poor throat and making it sore and sensitive.

your nails dug onto his thighs as you let out muffled moans and gags around his cock, teary eyes remaining on his face. you could feel his hips stuttering now, thrusts becoming shorter, but rougher. “fuck— gonna fill this cute lil' throat with my cum. you’re gonna take it all, ain’t ya? not gonna waste a single drop of what daddy has to give.” he pants heavily, blush on his cheeks and eyes smoldering with need and demand.

you could feel your clit aching in your soaked panties, poor little cunt clenching with desperation as your own hips slightly twitch, grinding your core against his foot slightly, needing any sort of friction to keep you from losing your mind.

toji could feel himself getting closer and closer, his sense of control straying and his arousal reaching its climax. he was grunting and panting, fists tight in your hair as he then groaned— “uugh— fuck…!” he burrows his cock to the hilt, grinding his tip against the back of your throat as he holds you in place, ignoring your gags and mewls as he cums, spurts of hot seed filling your mouth.

you choked from the sudden intrusion, eyes burning with tears as you struggled to take him, but you prevailed, clenching your eyes shut as you focus on not choking or pulling away from him. toji’s gaze was heated, muscular thighs twitching slightly as he held your head in place, your chin snug against his scrotum.

“good fuckin' girl. now swallow.” he commands, one of his hands wrapping around your neck, while his other hand strokes the side of your face with a display of tenderness.

your cheeks were rosy with a slight lack of oxygen, brows cutely furrowed as you fussed in protest. he chuckles roughly, gently patting your cheek. “don’t be like that, baby. do what daddy tells ya.” he warns softly.

you clenched your hands for a moment, before working to gulp down his thick, tangy cum, letting it slide down your throat as you drooled on his dick.

finally, toji shows mercy and slowly slides his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to gasp for air and cough a little. his dick was covered in your saliva and his nut. he takes a second to catch his breath, staring down at you with pride and adoration. “that’s my good girl. you did so well f'me. you’re a natural born cock sucker.” he says teasingly, smirking down at you as he tenderly rubs the back of your head. “one last thing ya gotta do. give it a kiss, babygirl. right on the tip.”

you couldn’t help but blush from his last command. a kiss…? the audacity of him.

“o-okay…” you mumbled softly, before leaning forward and pressing a soft, wet kiss to his tip, looking up at him so prettily as you did, which earned a hum from him. “mm— atta girl. now tell daddy thank you for what he gave ya.” toji gently commands, before tucking his softening dick back into his boxers and adjusting himself, then cupping your underarms and pulling you up from the floor and onto his lap.

you huffed softly, feeling needy and shy as you looked up at him. “thank you, daddy.” you whispered as you licked the last of his cum off your lips.

toji grins, before wrapping his strong arms around you, cradling you close to his strong chest. “you’re welcome, doll. and don’t you think i didn’t notice those hips of yours grindin' on my foot. i’ll take care of that soon.” he says with a wink, making you whine.

“rest for now. proud of you, pretty girl.”

♡ current tags: @tvjis @avasworldsworld @tojimew @bbydllgothic99 @diggme22 @iluvmywives @chloeee20 @cherryvalance10 @tojiskutie @swsnietmij @p3talswayingindesun @appleflavoredtoji @lacyfushi @tojjz

[lonelyfooryouonly]

What do we think about a mechanic!toji x reader? 🫪

[honigbee]

Part 1. Part 2.

Spending a saturday volunteering to beautify the school only sounds good when you say it. Toji didn't bother last year, but this time he accepted the open invitation made to parents to clean up because, first of all, you'll be there, and second of all, Yuji is with him and Megumi, so he knows it's wiser to have both kids using their energy on something productive instead of wasting it turning his house upside down.

"Hello!" There's a hint of surprise in your voice as you greet the three of them at the entrance, like you didn't expect them to be there. "Fushiguro you brought Itadori!"

"We had a sleepover!"

Yuji's lively response has you taking a glance at an exhausted Toji, a big contrast between those two. You press your lips together so as not to laugh.

"And did you guys sleep well?"

"We fell asleep very late."

"Almost at 11." Megumi adds, feeling a little bit too wild, perhaps.

You gasp. "I hope you're not too tired to clean the garden."

"No, we're not! Right?" Yuji turns to his friend for support and Megumi agrees.

"Good! Let's go grab your gloves." You're not even done talking when they dash off to the supply room.

"Those gremlins." If Toji wanted to sound annoyed, he failed.

With nobody else to distract yourself with, you directly acknowledge his presence. "Looks like they had a great time with you."

You gesture for him to follow you and get ready while you thank him for coming, and explain what you're going to be doing. He's listening, of course, but there's still room in his mind to think about how cute you look in your not so formal clothing.

-

Toji executes every chore like its nothing. Kids go to him for help, moms ogle, mumur and giggle amongst themselves, even some teachers seem to be quite fascinated by the nice view. At least they're a bit more discreet. You are conscious of all that's taking place and decide to actively avoid being part of it. You're doing a remarkable job, until the source of everyone's entertainment kneels next to you to join you in the fun activity that is pulling weeds.

"There's not much left to do, huh?" He says to break the ice.

"Yeah, you'll be free soon."

You both keep yourself busy with the weeds.

"I'm taking the boys for some ice cream after this, want to come?"

"Absolutely not. I'm convinced student's don't know teachers exist outside of school and I'm not going to burst their bubble.

He snorts. "How about another day? Just you and me."

"No." Adding a smile to that would soften the blow but that's not what you're going for.

"Alright." He doesn't make a show of it, doesn't act wounded and doesn't insist. He simply accepts it. "You want me to stop asking you out?"

You swallow hard. "Yes, please."

"You got it." His lips curve, not out of glee, but as a way of making your rejection more bearable. "Can you tell me why, though? I'm not your type or something?"

You finally turn to look at him, baffled that something so evident to you is a mystery to him. "It's because I'm your son's teacher."

"So? he's real fond of you." He too gives you his full attention. "I wouldn't pursue you if he wasn't."

"He's fond of me as his teacher." Despite your frustration, you make sure to keep your voice down. "That's my role in his life right now. If I took on a different one, he would be so confused. I know how smart he is, I know he could understand but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be affected by a change like that. How would we start treating each other? How would he see me? Even I don't know that."

Toji registers your every word as he spots Megumi in the distance happily getting his hand dirty in the soil with the other kids.

"And if his classmates were to find out," you continue rambling, "I don't even want to imagine what they'd say. They could make fun of him. What if they accuse him of receiving preferential treatment? I can't be sure that'd be case, but I'm too fond of him as well like to risk it. Even though I do like you, I won't risk it. I won't do that to him."

His eyes return to your flustered form, a new side of you. Much less composed, yet completely endearing and honest. "Yeah, I wouldn't want that either."

He gets to his feet and offers you his hand to help you up. You take it. It's probably the only time you'll let yourself do it, anyway.

"I'll wait till next year, then."

You laugh after all the rush of emotions you went through a moment ago. "I don't know. It's highly likely that your feelings for me are fleeting and that you're attracted to me just because you see me taking care of your child."

"And because you're damn pretty." That earns him another laugh.

"That's subjective." You sigh. "But yeah, you might not longer be interested in me by the time Megumi is in third grade, and that's fine. Forget about waiting and let's put all this behind us."

He takes a moment to admire your lovely face, as if wanting to memorize how you looked the day you rejected him, confessed you liked him, and made it clear how much you care about his son. "Sure, just know I think your wrong about the last part."

-

For Megumi's sake, Toji and you keep your distance. And it's not easy. It's not easy when he sees you during school events and how proudly you cheer for his child regardless of what he's doing. Or when he reads the detailed reports you write on Megumis's notebook about his progress. He writes back once in while when necessary.

It's not easy when Megumi suggest getting you another gift, or when he tells him to say hi to you, and he answers with a 'later.'

It's not easy when you're coming out of the teachers office and the first thing you see is one of your student's mom chatting with Toji right outside. You bow your head to greet them quickly and leave, but the mom stops you and asks if you have pen and paper with you. You obviously do, so you have to stand there awkwardly as she scribbles her number to give it to Toji, who claimed he didn't have his cellphone with him. 'For school related matters', she clarifies.

"Jelous?" He smirks at you once the lady is gone. It's more of a silly joke than a teasing comment.

"I was kind of hoping the pen would run out of ink. What do you think?" You conclude it can't hurt to joke back.

It's particularly difficult at the end of this parent-teacher meeting. You're next to your desk saying your thank yous and goodbyes to the parents exiting the classroom. Toji is stuck in conversation again with some moms, when he notices a couple talking to you, or rather complaining and demanding things that are clearly out of your control.

"I can't believe they put someone so incompetent in charge of my son!"

The room is silent all of the sudden. The few people present are as stunned as you are. Except for Toji who goes to your side almost as soon as he heard the insult.

"Are you done? I need to talk to the teacher too."

Those two parents become small under his glare. They leave after that, not without getting another apology from you and threatening to speak to the principal.

"What's wrong with them?"

"I don't know." You breath out to collect yourself. "Did you need anything?"

"Nah. You're okay?"

"Yes. It's part of the job, don't worry."

He and the rest of the parents also take their leave, giving you space to finish organizing papers before calling it a day. You're in the middle of doing that when hot tears start rolling down your face, one after another. It doesn't matter how many times you wipe them, they just keep coming.

"I knew it."

Toji's voice startles you. You bring a hand to your chest as you laugh and cry at the same time due to the scare he gave you. It's heartbreaking to see. "I think it got to me."

"Come here."

He gently grabs your shoulders and guides you towards him. And you allow it. He wraps you in his arms while you continue sobbing and mumbling something about you not always being like this, how this will help you toughen up, and how you wished they hadn't yell at you in front of others. His warm hand moves up and down your back the whole time until you abruptly pull away, and ask where Megumi is.

-

The new school year began three weeks ago, and you've got your hands full. Literally. You're outside the building looking for your parking spot while carrying a heavy box with some of your teaching supplies to get some work done at home. Then a certain someone you haven't seen in a while decides to approach you and help you with it.

"Where to?" A nonchalant Toji takes the box from you.

"Uh, my car. Thanks."

You pull out your keys and, surprise, little bunny keychain is there adorning them.

"Aw."

"It's useful." You defend.

Once the car door is open, he places the box inside. He's job is done, but he lingers.

"It's been a hot minute."

"Yes. How's everything going with Megumi?"

"Good. Says the new teacher is a bit scary."

"Not true," you giggle, "she's nice and more experienced. He is in good hands."

"Dad!" Megumi is a few steps away, beckoning Toji over with his head and looking slightly upset.

"What's with him?"

With a frown, he walks towards his son. And you stay in place, troubled by Megumi's reaction. Was he really annoyed? You thought he liked you. He often goes to you if he needs something even though your not his teacher anymore, you say hi to him and he grants you a tiny smile. When he sees you first, he timidly pokes your arm to get your attention and waves. You have to fight the urge to pull him into a bear hug every time he does that. Maybe he does like you, just not near his dad.

Before you can ponder over it any further, Toji comes back with a lollipop and offers it to you.

"The brat thinks it was rude of me to come see you empty-handed."

You beam at the cute gesture, and gladly accept it. "He's so sweet."

"Can I ask you out now?"

You remove your eyes from the candy to look at him, to observe him intently and search for something that tells you he's messing with you. But that doesn't seem to be the case. He's staring back at you, anticipating your answer.

You nod. "If you still want to."

"Of course I do." He points at the keys in your hand. "And that rabbit makes me think you do too, though I could be wrong."

"Such a snitch, that rabbit."

He let's out a light chuckle as he rubs the back of his head. "Dinner this friday?"

You pretend to consider his questions for a second, just so you don't come across as too eager. "Sure."

No matter how much he tries to avert his face, he can't hide the huge grin that's spreading on his lips. "I'm gonna need your number now, you know?"

"Oh, right!" You dive into your purse to retrieve a business card and hand it over to him.

He whistles. "So formal."

"It's for tutoring, too."

"Don't tell me I could've asked for this from the start."

"Uh... I guess it would've been valid."

Eventually, you shoo him away so he doesn't keep Megumi waiting. Saying goodbye now feels funny because you know that the next time you meet will be under very different circumstances. And it's exciting.

"Toji?" You call since he hasn't gotten too far.

He turns around, showing you a cocky smile. It was warranted, you just used his given name and he loved the sound of it in your voice.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you, for waiting."

He shakes his head "I should be the one saying that. Thank you for looking out for Megumi. It'll all be worth it, you'll see."

[littlemissstel]

Assasin Toji and his Mortician girlfriend

●Toji meets your neighbours (P.3)

⦁ P.2

A/n: The Greenlees are the old couple mentioned in p.1 - and lemme tell you😭 I fricken hate picking last names.

Anywho! As always, my inbox is open for ideas, recs and chats <3

[seitosh]

men with retroactive jealousy. 18+

a jealousy that gnaws at the meat of the heart, puncturing the chambers with it’s honed tusks. a vortex of some crude and ludicrous envy had been bisecting your boyfriend’s soul.

he had girls before: meaningless nights with colleagues, strangers who wanted a taste, temporary relations solely based on coital desires. yet, he was tormented by the mere ghost of your ex boyfriend—from high school.

the phantom had been harrowing him. a guy before him. an ex lover at that. you had off-handedly snorted about how your ex had gotten married. that was all but enough for questioning by him. “no, i did not have sex with him. only made out and..” “and what?” “got ate out once.”

heaven and hell must have conjoined to give you a boyfriend like him because the fleeting mention of an ex had him gravitate you to the edge of a searing orgasm.

“he ate you out, yeah?” he uttered with pure hatred, inching his fingers close to your wet panties. his three fingers rubbed slow circles on your sticky clothed mound, tracing your protruding outline.

a deep groan escaped from the crevices of his teeth, a lick on his canines and a slow tug from the hem of your panties. there it was, the raw cunt with it’s slobbering folds.

“what’s got you so wet huh? me or that highschool fucker?” oh, he was so jealous.

“god—please. only you” you pleaded, wanting the feel of his tongue on your sweetness. but right now, his ego was debased. and you were to suffer for it.

“he touched you like this?” his slender fingers glided up and down your dampness, the middle and ring fingers caressing the puffed folds. the pace was too slow. your breath hitched when you felt the melding of the two together—swiping, spreading you everywhere. truly vile, more than anything before.

“spread you like this?” another question eliciting nothing but a futile whimper. you opened your eyes—only to be graced by his ones. coldness trapped within those eyes ones. “no? must’ve been a shitty boyfriend then, right baby?”

he lowered himself to your heat, face inches away from the smear of your sweet juice. your pussy lips palpating for his kiss. a yearner for his tongue. “he ate you out yeah?” not a question really. need not an answer. “fuck, i wonder how?”

“did he start with some licks like this”, his tongue darted out. curled from it’s core, the  tip made kitty-like licks at the center. a stride from the hole to the clit. following it was a soft kiss on it.

“mhm—wonder what this pussy tasted like to him” his licks fastened. your stomach coiled in pleasure. and so you tried to close your thighs, albeit, that was useless because he held it in place. “nuh-uh, don’t even dare”.

his eyes desaturated, a beastly hunger taking over. he had flattened his tongue, pressing it on the whole of your pussy and taking in long tastes of the sweetness.

“hm, fuck, he ate you out. sure”. sarcasm pertinent as he was lapping at your folds. each plush getting kissed and smothered by his tongue. a single drop of water ran from your cunt down to the meat of your ass, a stained trail. he was quite literally salivating on you. drooling on your pussy.

tongue swirled in your inner folds, a delirious pace having your back arching away from the bedsheets only to be halted by him, a firm push down on your pelvis. his hand slithered from your hips to your thighs, spreading you out even more, knees pressed on to the pruned sheets.

“please. please. please. come on—please” an incessant rambling had him lift up from your pussy. a string of spit connected and a smirk on his face. “aw you poor thing” he didn’t turn his eyes away. not at all, instead, continued his brute act. his tongue rubbing back and forth on your needy cunt.

with a few more strokes, he had gotten up. the snow in his eyes gleamed an avalanche. his chin wet with your squirt. he had no intention of wiping it away, no, because it was a showcase of your pleasure caused by him only.

“so, he ever finger you?”

ok ill stop now lol. this is the last one of “men who…” ❤︎ i hope u liked it !! smash like n subscribe

[tojismitten]

ᰔ husband toji finds out he’s going to be a daddy ♡

꒰ cw/tags: established-relationship, fluff, pregnancy. ⋆˙⟡

a/n: he loved megumi sm idc argue with the wall.

it’s early in the morning, the sun barely arising as toji was asleep in the bed you both shared, snoring and spooning you from behind. you, however, were awake.

you haven’t felt like yourself lately— just constantly exhausted, lack of appetite, and sometimes even nauseous. at first, you thought maybe you had food poisoning, or you were having some hormonal changes.

but it’s been 4 weeks, you were late on your menstrual cycle, and you’ve yet to feel any better. if anything, things have been getting worse.

you haven’t told toji, knowing that he would worry himself to the grave and probably kill a random civilian if he had found out you’ve basically been sick for a whole month.

unable to go back to sleep, you carefully slid out of tojis embrace, and crawled out of bed. “ah—“ you gasped as you felt a cramp in your abdomen, one of your hands instinctively cradling your stomach. “what is wrong with me…?” you whispered to yourself, feeling anxious and stressed as your legs carried you to the restroom.

gently closing the door behind you, you settled on the edge of the bathtub, feeling clammy and unnerved. you had a feeling you were going to be throwing up again. you buried your hands into your hair, sniffling softly as the discomfort surges through your whole body.

that’s when you heard his voice.

“doll. it’s three in the fuckin' morning… why’re you up so early?” toji grumbled as he stood shirtless in the doorway, yawning and waking himself up just to see what was going on with his girl.

noticing your flushed cheeks and your teary eyes, his eyes narrowed with concern and alertness. “shit— hey… what’s going on?” he says as he strides over to the tub, kneeling down between your legs as you began to sob.

“everything… just everything. i feel terrible, toji. i think somethings seriously wrong with me.” you cried out, shoulders trembling as he immediately begins to shush you, wrapping his strong arms around you. “oh, babygirl… why didn’t ya wake me up sooner?” he asks, voice a bit thick with emotion from the sight of you in such genuine discomfort. “c’mere.”

but before he could pull you into his lap, you felt heat rushing to your chest, and a bile rising up your throat. quickly, you scrambled to the toilet, gagging and gasping as you were on your knees, head lowered towards the toilet bowl. just a second later, you began to vomit.

“fuck— babe!” toji growled as he maneuvered to sit behind you, hugging you close as you threw up. “damn it… okay, i got you, just let it all out…” his rough hands gently tucks your hair away from your face and shoulders, holding the tendrils into a makeshift ponytail in his fist. “what’s goin' on with you…? how long has this been happening?” he asked, stroking your back.

it took a minute for you to recover, tears and drool on your face as you coughed, hand resting on your stomach. “hah— uhm… a-about a month…” you admitted very quietly, avoiding the shocked expression on his face. “a month? what the fuck?” he hissed, feeling a mix of frustration that you’ve been struggling, and guilt that he’s been unaware of it. “you can’t just… hide shit from me, we’re a team, remember?” he says, his heart aching for you.

after holding you close for a long moment, toji took a deep breath, trying to ground himself, feeling anxious. “tell me what you’ve been feelin’, asides from throwing your guts up.” he asks quietly, resting his cheek on top your head.

when you listed some symptoms such as morning sickness, lack of appetite, vomiting, and a late period… he went a tad bit pale. “late period…? how late?” he asks, hands tightening on your waist.

“uhm… two weeks.” you say nervously. “i-i know what this looks like! but—“

“two weeks?!” he nearly shouted, causing you to jolt. he quickly lowered his tone. “do you… realize what that could fucking mean?”

you swallowed hard, tears streaming down your cheeks. “i-i didn’t want to tell you, i… i didn’t know if you’d be mad at the possibility.” you sobbed, your mind racing with assumptions. if you were carrying his baby— what if he would hate you? what if he’d leave you to fend for yourself?

but instead of recieving backlash or venomous words, all you felt was toji forcing you to straddle his lap, before he hugs you tight, face burrowing into the crook of your neck.

“are you serious? baby, i ain’t mad at you. do you hear me, doll? i will never get angry with you, especially over something like this.” he whispers harshly, rough hands trembling on your back. taking a deep breath, he pulls back to meet your gaze, hands cupping your face. “do you… really think you’re…?” his words trailed off.

slowly, you pressed your forehead against his. “only one way to find out, love. we need to buy a pregnancy test asap.” you say quietly, a bit burnt out from crying and throwing up.

two hours have passed. you and toji took the time to just process everything, get yourselves freshened up a bit, and toji ran to the pharmacy while you laid in bed, resting your body and your mind the best you possibly could.

he returned shortly after, nearly slamming the front door behind him. he wouldn’t admit it, but he was afraid. so afraid. he wasn’t ready to be a father… was he? was he even worthy of handling such a delicate life? and if you weren’t even pregnant, then what was wrong with his babygirl?

“doll, i’m home.” he calls out, voice a bit gruff as he strides down the hallway and into the bedroom, where you were already meeting him halfway. “l-let’s do this, i… i can’t wait any longer.” you say anxiously, beginning to hyperventilate.

“shh, shh, come here.” he says firmly, gently tossing the bag on the bed and cupping your underarms, carefully lifting you up and holding you against his chest. “you ain’t doin' this shit alone. we’re gonna sit in that damn bathroom together, and i’m gonna be here with you every step of the way. got it?” he says, pressing a hard kiss to your forehead. “mhm…” you hummed anxiously, already being carried to the bathroom.

the wait was agonizing. you were sitting on the toilet, leg anxiously bouncing up and down as you stare at the pregnancy test on the counter, waiting for a sign, waiting for an answer. toji was sitting on a stool beside you, one arm snug around your shoulders as he tries to be your rock in this very moment, despite feeling afraid.

you looked up at toji, and toji looked down at you. “it’ll be alright, babygirl. no matter what that test says.” he murmurs softly, reaching out to hold one of your hands in his, giving it a squeeze. but his words didn’t feel so convincing, not when doubt and fear was taking over his mind.

then, your phone timer went off, and you flinched, throat feeling tight all of a sudden. “i-it should be ready, now…” you breathed out, starting to panic. “o-oh god…”

“easy, doll. fuck, i’m so sorry.” he breathes out, holding you tight now, both arms wrapped around you. he’s never seen you so scared, in so much pain— it was killing him, truly. “breathe with me. in… and out. there ya go…” he guides you through breathing exercises, cradling the back of your head against his chest.

“alright… we’re both gonna look, together. on the count of three.” he says, voice a bit thick as he waits for your nod.

“…1, 2….3.”

you and toji both grabbed one side of the plastic test, and brought it down to your lap.

two pink lines. a positive result. a sharp gasp escapes your lips, eyes wide and heart stopping. “o-oh my god…” you cried out, feeling a mix of emotions. toji's eyes were wide, fixated on the two lines that just changed the trajectory of your lives in the blink of an eye. “shit…”

the room was heavy with silence for a minute, before you began to sob again, hands clenching anxiously as your mind raced with negative thoughts, dropping the test to your feet. “i-i’m sorry, we should’ve been more careful— if you don’t want this baby, we can—“

you were quickly interrupted as toji suddenly stood up, lifting you up with him and holding you up high, a surprised squeak coming from you. as you looked down at him… you could see tears in his eyes.

“shut up.” he breathes out firmly, before giving you a gentle spin. “i want this, babygirl. i’m terrified, but fuck— i do want this.” toji then hugs you close, guiding your limbs to wrap around him as he holds you up. you were crying with tears of joy and fear as he rubbed your back. “w-we’re really doing this… we’re going to be parents…” you breathed out, fingers gently scratching the back of toji's head to soothe him.

toji lets a tear slip down his cheek, throat tight from constricting his emotions. he glances over your shoulder at the positive pregnancy test on the floor. “i’m gonna be a dad… fuck—“ he breathes out, before he finally expresses some of his fear and insecurity. “am i even worthy of this, doll? i mean— shit, i can barely take care of myself… how can i—“

“you’re going to be an amazing daddy, toji.” you say, voice trembling as you look up at him. “this is new to us, okay? it’s a learning process.” you reassured him, your own mind starting to clear just a little bit. “we… we can do this.”

toji closed his eyes, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your comforting scent. he wasn’t just responsible for himself or for you now… he had a growing little baby to watch over now, too.

to think three years ago, he was a gambling addict, a cold-hearted man with no genuine ambition or a straight path. now, he’s going to be a father, his bloody hands are going to be responsible for cradling a new life. he was terrified.

but as he looked down at your now sleepy face, his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as he takes a few deep breaths. “fuck… what’d i do to get so damn lucky?”

this is where he’s meant to be.

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[tojismitten]

ᰔ husband toji finds out he’s going to be a daddy ♡

꒰ cw/tags: established-relationship, fluff, pregnancy. ⋆˙⟡

a/n: he loved megumi sm idc argue with the wall.

it’s early in the morning, the sun barely arising as toji was asleep in the bed you both shared, snoring and spooning you from behind. you, however, were awake.

you haven’t felt like yourself lately— just constantly exhausted, lack of appetite, and sometimes even nauseous. at first, you thought maybe you had food poisoning, or you were having some hormonal changes.

but it’s been 4 weeks, you were late on your menstrual cycle, and you’ve yet to feel any better. if anything, things have been getting worse.

you haven’t told toji, knowing that he would worry himself to the grave and probably kill a random civilian if he had found out you’ve basically been sick for a whole month.

unable to go back to sleep, you carefully slid out of tojis embrace, and crawled out of bed. “ah—“ you gasped as you felt a cramp in your abdomen, one of your hands instinctively cradling your stomach. “what is wrong with me…?” you whispered to yourself, feeling anxious and stressed as your legs carried you to the restroom.

gently closing the door behind you, you settled on the edge of the bathtub, feeling clammy and unnerved. you had a feeling you were going to be throwing up again. you buried your hands into your hair, sniffling softly as the discomfort surges through your whole body.

that’s when you heard his voice.

“doll. it’s three in the fuckin' morning… why’re you up so early?” toji grumbled as he stood shirtless in the doorway, yawning and waking himself up just to see what was going on with his girl.

noticing your flushed cheeks and your teary eyes, his eyes narrowed with concern and alertness. “shit— hey… what’s going on?” he says as he strides over to the tub, kneeling down between your legs as you began to sob.

“everything… just everything. i feel terrible, toji. i think somethings seriously wrong with me.” you cried out, shoulders trembling as he immediately begins to shush you, wrapping his strong arms around you. “oh, babygirl… why didn’t ya wake me up sooner?” he asks, voice a bit thick with emotion from the sight of you in such genuine discomfort. “c’mere.”

but before he could pull you into his lap, you felt heat rushing to your chest, and a bile rising up your throat. quickly, you scrambled to the toilet, gagging and gasping as you were on your knees, head lowered towards the toilet bowl. just a second later, you began to vomit.

“fuck— babe!” toji growled as he maneuvered to sit behind you, hugging you close as you threw up. “damn it… okay, i got you, just let it all out…” his rough hands gently tucks your hair away from your face and shoulders, holding the tendrils into a makeshift ponytail in his fist. “what’s goin' on with you…? how long has this been happening?” he asked, stroking your back.

it took a minute for you to recover, tears and drool on your face as you coughed, hand resting on your stomach. “hah— uhm… a-about a month…” you admitted very quietly, avoiding the shocked expression on his face. “a month? what the fuck?” he hissed, feeling a mix of frustration that you’ve been struggling, and guilt that he’s been unaware of it. “you can’t just… hide shit from me, we’re a team, remember?” he says, his heart aching for you.

after holding you close for a long moment, toji took a deep breath, trying to ground himself, feeling anxious. “tell me what you’ve been feelin’, asides from throwing your guts up.” he asks quietly, resting his cheek on top your head.

when you listed some symptoms such as morning sickness, lack of appetite, vomiting, and a late period… he went a tad bit pale. “late period…? how late?” he asks, hands tightening on your waist.

“uhm… two weeks.” you say nervously. “i-i know what this looks like! but—“

“two weeks?!” he nearly shouted, causing you to jolt. he quickly lowered his tone. “do you… realize what that could fucking mean?”

you swallowed hard, tears streaming down your cheeks. “i-i didn’t want to tell you, i… i didn’t know if you’d be mad at the possibility.” you sobbed, your mind racing with assumptions. if you were carrying his baby— what if he would hate you? what if he’d leave you to fend for yourself?

but instead of recieving backlash or venomous words, all you felt was toji forcing you to straddle his lap, before he hugs you tight, face burrowing into the crook of your neck.

“are you serious? baby, i ain’t mad at you. do you hear me, doll? i will never get angry with you, especially over something like this.” he whispers harshly, rough hands trembling on your back. taking a deep breath, he pulls back to meet your gaze, hands cupping your face. “do you… really think you’re…?” his words trailed off.

slowly, you pressed your forehead against his. “only one way to find out, love. we need to buy a pregnancy test asap.” you say quietly, a bit burnt out from crying and throwing up.

two hours have passed. you and toji took the time to just process everything, get yourselves freshened up a bit, and toji ran to the pharmacy while you laid in bed, resting your body and your mind the best you possibly could.

he returned shortly after, nearly slamming the front door behind him. he wouldn’t admit it, but he was afraid. so afraid. he wasn’t ready to be a father… was he? was he even worthy of handling such a delicate life? and if you weren’t even pregnant, then what was wrong with his babygirl?

“doll, i’m home.” he calls out, voice a bit gruff as he strides down the hallway and into the bedroom, where you were already meeting him halfway. “l-let’s do this, i… i can’t wait any longer.” you say anxiously, beginning to hyperventilate.

“shh, shh, come here.” he says firmly, gently tossing the bag on the bed and cupping your underarms, carefully lifting you up and holding you against his chest. “you ain’t doin' this shit alone. we’re gonna sit in that damn bathroom together, and i’m gonna be here with you every step of the way. got it?” he says, pressing a hard kiss to your forehead. “mhm…” you hummed anxiously, already being carried to the bathroom.

the wait was agonizing. you were sitting on the toilet, leg anxiously bouncing up and down as you stare at the pregnancy test on the counter, waiting for a sign, waiting for an answer. toji was sitting on a stool beside you, one arm snug around your shoulders as he tries to be your rock in this very moment, despite feeling afraid.

you looked up at toji, and toji looked down at you. “it’ll be alright, babygirl. no matter what that test says.” he murmurs softly, reaching out to hold one of your hands in his, giving it a squeeze. but his words didn’t feel so convincing, not when doubt and fear was taking over his mind.

then, your phone timer went off, and you flinched, throat feeling tight all of a sudden. “i-it should be ready, now…” you breathed out, starting to panic. “o-oh god…”

“easy, doll. fuck, i’m so sorry.” he breathes out, holding you tight now, both arms wrapped around you. he’s never seen you so scared, in so much pain— it was killing him, truly. “breathe with me. in… and out. there ya go…” he guides you through breathing exercises, cradling the back of your head against his chest.

“alright… we’re both gonna look, together. on the count of three.” he says, voice a bit thick as he waits for your nod.

“…1, 2….3.”

you and toji both grabbed one side of the plastic test, and brought it down to your lap.

two pink lines. a positive result. a sharp gasp escapes your lips, eyes wide and heart stopping. “o-oh my god…” you cried out, feeling a mix of emotions. toji's eyes were wide, fixated on the two lines that just changed the trajectory of your lives in the blink of an eye. “shit…”

the room was heavy with silence for a minute, before you began to sob again, hands clenching anxiously as your mind raced with negative thoughts, dropping the test to your feet. “i-i’m sorry, we should’ve been more careful— if you don’t want this baby, we can—“

you were quickly interrupted as toji suddenly stood up, lifting you up with him and holding you up high, a surprised squeak coming from you. as you looked down at him… you could see tears in his eyes.

“shut up.” he breathes out firmly, before giving you a gentle spin. “i want this, babygirl. i’m terrified, but fuck— i do want this.” toji then hugs you close, guiding your limbs to wrap around him as he holds you up. you were crying with tears of joy and fear as he rubbed your back. “w-we’re really doing this… we’re going to be parents…” you breathed out, fingers gently scratching the back of toji's head to soothe him.

toji lets a tear slip down his cheek, throat tight from constricting his emotions. he glances over your shoulder at the positive pregnancy test on the floor. “i’m gonna be a dad… fuck—“ he breathes out, before he finally expresses some of his fear and insecurity. “am i even worthy of this, doll? i mean— shit, i can barely take care of myself… how can i—“

“you’re going to be an amazing daddy, toji.” you say, voice trembling as you look up at him. “this is new to us, okay? it’s a learning process.” you reassured him, your own mind starting to clear just a little bit. “we… we can do this.”

toji closed his eyes, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your comforting scent. he wasn’t just responsible for himself or for you now… he had a growing little baby to watch over now, too.

to think three years ago, he was a gambling addict, a cold-hearted man with no genuine ambition or a straight path. now, he’s going to be a father, his bloody hands are going to be responsible for cradling a new life. he was terrified.

but as he looked down at your now sleepy face, his arms tightened around you, pulling you closer as he takes a few deep breaths. “fuck… what’d i do to get so damn lucky?”

this is where he’s meant to be.

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[tojismitten]

ᰔ aftercare with your older bf toji. ⁠♡

꒰ cw/tags: established-relationship, age-gap, drabble, fluff, hint of smut ⋆˙⟡

a/n: request by anon! <3 happy 200 followers!!

it’s been a long, passionate night with toji. he had just returned home from one of his longer missions— and of course, he was pent up. he missed you so damn much, even if he was too stubborn to properly admit it at times.

for hours, he claimed you in every way he knew possible. missionary, doggy style, against the wall, the list goes on. he refused to stop until he knew he used your body to the fullest extent, and of course, until his balls were drained and sore.

it was a relentless act with him, toji treats sex like it’s something to master, something to perfect in. and boy, does he do a good damn job at it.

his body is a rough, sculpted temple that he’s spent years honing and building up to be the strongest he can possibly make it to be, with calloused hands that know just how to touch and grab you, and a thick cock that kisses and rams your sweetest spots with ease.

the both of you were laid up in your shared, messy bed. sheets rumbled and stained with a mixture of arousal and sweat. the room was hot and the smell of sex swirls around your bodies.

you were trembling, laying on your stomach as you pant, struggling to regain your composure and breath. “hah— goodness…” you gasped, slowly shifting your spent body to face toji, who was laying on his back. “i don’t think i can handle anymore, toji. for real this time.” you say with a small whimper, breathless and sleepy. you had hickeys on your neck and inner thighs, ass red from being spanked, and pussy trickling with his warm seed.

toji chuckles softly, shifting his powerful body onto his side with a grunt, now facing you, “tappin' out already, doll?” he teases, his rough hand reaching out to stroke your hip. “s'okay. you did such a good job, couldn’t get enough of this pretty body.” he says, leaning in to kiss your temple.

however, as he was about to maneuver you to lay on top of his chest, you whimpered. “nnh—! hurts…” you pant breathlessly, quivering against him. his brows furrowed with concern as he paused. “shit, m' sorry, baby. tell me where it hurts.” he asks, no longer in his lustful haze. it was time to take care of his sweet girl now.

“everywhere…” you replied, looking up at him with needy eyes. “can you help me, toji?”

“you don’t ever gotta ask. ya know i’ll always make my girl feel better.” he says gruffly, before sitting himself up, his own muscles aching slightly. “alright, let’s get you cleaned up and taken care of. c'mon, up you get.” he says as he cups your underarms, before lifting you up and into his embrace, a little whine coming from your lips.

carrying you like precious cargo into the bathroom, he cradled you close, mindful of your aches and sensitivities. once in the bathroom, he gently lowers you to sit on the toilet. “do what ya gotta do, baby. i’ll wipe you down when you’re done.” toji says with a wink.

once you were finished, eyes now half-lidded and body leaning back, toji was at the sink, preparing a hot, wet cloth to clean you properly. “shh, it’ll only take a sec.” he murmurs soothingly.

he then moves to kneel between your trembling thighs, carefully cleaning and patting your poor pussy down with the cloth, making you shiver from the sensation. he wipes away his leaking seed and your own slick with surprising, tender care. “what a mess, poor lil' thing.” he murmurs, though his tone was softer now, knowing you were exhausted and vulnerable.

once you were all cleaned up, toji leans forward to press gentle, hot kisses along your inner thighs, sweet little moans slipping from your lips. “aah~ toji.” you whined softly, feeling a little overwhelmed.

“i know, i know. let’s get you back to bed.” he chuckles roughly, pressing a last kiss to your thigh, before scooping you back into his strong arms and carrying you back into the bedroom, ever so gently laying you down in the bed. “just catch your breath, doll. i’ll join ya in a minute.”

while you allowed your body to rest, he moved around the bedroom, still naked and sweaty as he picks up the scattered clothing off the carpet, lazily tossing them into the dirty clothes basket. he then strides to grab a lighter, lighting one of your vanilla scented candles on the nightstand, knowing the scent calms you.

“thank you, toji.” you mumbled tiredly, watching him with sleepy, loving adoration. “love you so much.”

toji glances at you for a second, before grinning softly. “yeah… love you too, babygirl.”

he then sets out some of your favorite pajamas and a fresh pair of panties for you once you’re ready to get dressed, knowing you were likely too hot to be clothed right now.

“okay, c'mere babydoll.” he finally finishes, striding towards the bed, half-soft cock swinging between his thighs, before crawling into bed with you, grunting softly. he pulls you into his embrace, cradling you against his warm chest.

“sleep well, babe.”

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[phantasmagiri]

˚⟡˖suds 'n grime

overture ; looks like you've caught the attention of the greasy linecook... what's ONE smoke break gunna do, huh?

duet ; linecook!toji fushiguro x server!f!reader tempo ; explicit content, non-canon compliant, pervy!toji, smoking, petnames [dollie, sweetheart, baby], lots of sweet-talk, age gap (20 v. 38), size difference, teasing, timid!reader letter from the phantom ; [reposted from my old account]

linecook!toji, who notices the sweet new girl the moment she walks in and he catches a whiff of that coffee-scented perfume. it’s enough to make him stumble over his words mid-conversation with sukuna, who's working the fryer nearby.

linecook!toji, who only greets you when you actually interact with him for the first time. shiu, the manager of this joint, introduces you to him, your figure a little shorter in comparison to him, like a little bug in his eyes.

linecook!toji, who feels his cock throb in his slacks when he finally shakes your hand. it’s soft and warm—he can only imagine what it’d feel like around him…

linecook!toji that can’t help but call you sweet little petnames and bend over backwards if you ask him to. y’need a side of ranch? gotcha. y’want a rib-eye without having to pay or get caught? you betcha, so long as you keep calling him “mr. toji” with those pretty lil eyelashes fluttering.

linecook!toji, who likes to tease you with sukuna a lot. he loves seeing you get all flustered when he says something about your height or “inexperience” in the world of food hospitality.

linecook!toji, who gets pissed off when other linecooks get sassy with you. you’re far too sweet to get mouthy at, especially by some greasy pizza boy.

linecook!toji that asks you to take a smoke break with him towards the end of the night when it’s less busy—less likely for people to see. it’s not much at first, just a little chit chat… but when the colder season starts and now that you’re better friends at this point, he lets you wear his jacket while he lights up a Marlboro. Or, well, if it gets real cold, you both cuddle up in it.

“Y’alrigh’, dollie?” Toji grunts as he zips up the large coat, your tits pressed against his chest as you both cuddle up to fight the cold. He feels you nod against him as he lifts the cigarette up to his scarred lips.

Toji doesn’t say much when he’s smoking, but he sure loves touching. It first started with just a few headpats or teasing flicks to the forehead, but it slowly evolved into holding you close, fondling your ass through your uniform, and maybe a handful more. You aren’t any better, dragging your fingers up his abs through his sweat-damp shirt, nuzzling into his neck to sniff at the stale, probably-expired cologne mixing with sweat and seasoning salt.

linecook!toji, who just can’t keep his excitement contained when you ask him to give you a ride home one night because your car is busted and can’t risk an uber at this time of night. his hand is practically glued to your thigh, feeling how soft you are.

linecook!toji, that ends up kissing you stupid in the backseat, hands roaming, grasping at anything soft ‘n squishy.

linecook!toji, who doesn’t let himself get too far.

“Mm, s’nuff, baby,” the ravenette grumbles, trying and failing to pull away from your insistent kisses. “M’all nasty from workin’.”

He’s right—he smells like fry oil and overly expensive pesto. Your needy whimpers make his cock twitch, but the last thing he wants is giving you some crazy infection with his grimy fingers. Instead, he sends you off with his phone number a hickey, telling you to text him later…

linecook!toji, that flirts with you like crazy on the phone, loving your squeamishness around him when you’re at work together. you’re definitely remembering all the nasty things he promises to do with you—dangling the promise of the most down-right-dirty sex you could possibly think up in front of your pretty little face…

[torupng]

ꫂ𓏲 𓏻 AGAINST THE CURVE

✿ ⋮⋮ ࣭ 𝒮YNOPSIS ﹗

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 𑣲⋆ jock!toji fushiguro and his tutor who happens to be very pretty and also happens to have a very big and not so subtle crush on him ! ꫂ𓏲﹕ 𑣲⋆ genre / themes ⸝ college au ⸝ jjk ⸝ nerd-ish toji ⸝ football player toji ⸝ smut warning ⸝ fluff & angst ⸝ violence ⸝ arguments ⸝ minimal use of y/n ⸝ college setting . ꫂ𓏲 𑣲⋆ featuring ⸝ football jock!toji x nerd/tutor fem!reader .

( jjk masterlist ) 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ( toji fushiguro masterlist )

graphic by me ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ dividers & art in tags

ENTRY 01⠀ ⌢⌢ coming soon…

ENTRY 02⠀ ⌢⌢

ENTRY 03⠀ ⌢⌢

ENTRY 04⠀ ⌢⌢

⧽ taglist ♡ :: open 𓄲 comment to join! [ 0/50 ]

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series : @solacordera

A/N : idk if i’ll be writing this soon but i just wanted to prep the masterlist just in case i ever felt like posting a chapter !

[tojicake]

toji fushiguro calming his anxious wife down (｡>﹏<)

you’re curled up on the couch, your knees pressed to your body as you chew on your lip nervously. the motion is almost mechanical, and by now your lip is sore from continuously tugging at the skin with your teeth, yet you can’t stop. not with all that’s going on in your head. not with the sheer noise of it all.

your mind is too much, too loud, and every thought feels so heavy and inescapable to the point where you’re suffocating in your own mind.

in your nervous haze, you barely even register the sofa sinking with the weight of your husband settling himself by your side. the action is lazy, comfortable, and he wraps a large arm around your side, oblivious to your internal conflict.

just when toji’s about to speak up, probably to complain idly about his day just to break the silence, he feels your hand tighten on his t-shirt. he pauses, glancing down to see that you’re not making eye contact. he notes that you seem strangely quiet, your face lowered and your grip on him persistent, almost as though to ground yourself.

“hey, what’s this all about, huh?” he asks with a smirk, voice rough and half-teasing, but the second he tilts your chin up he pauses at the sight of tears.

he falters for a second: his usual confident, teasing demeanour melts immediately upon seeing your lashes heavy with unshed tears. your eyes are wide, and you look so vulnerable and nervous that it physically pains him. your lip trembles as you struggle with your words, but before you can try to speak or justify yourself, toji cuts you off.

“..what’s wrong, pretty?” he murmurs, stroking your chin with his finger. he rubs little soothing circles just below your mouth before lifting his hand to rest next to your lips, noticing the way you’re subconsciously chewing on them. he frowns a little.

“don’t do that. it’s not good,” toji scolds, but there’s no real anger in his voice. gently, he tugs your bottom lip free from your teeth before speaking. “talk to me. what happened?”

the tone of his voice is uncharacteristically soft, and it makes your heart flutter momentarily at the fact that toji’s gentleness only ever seems to be reserved for you.

you sniff, wiping your tears away with your sleeve, and shake your head.

“i…don’t think i want to talk about it,” you mumble, eyes flicking back down to your lap. something about his gaze boring into yours, his scarred mouth parted and those harsh eyes focused so intensely on you, makes you unable to maintain eye contact without a sense of embarrassment or shame creeping up your neck. you feel disarmed, stripped of your defences, and the vulnerability is terrifying. so instead, you simply focus on your hands in your lap, trying to calm yourself down as best as you can.

“that’s okay. don’t have to talk.” toji shifts his position a little, guiding you to rest in his embrace, your head buried in the crook of his neck. you let out a tiny sigh contentedly, trying to direct your focus away from your worries and onto the grounding feeling of toji’s warmth, of his familiar scent, of the feeling of his chest rising and falling beneath you.

it should be comforting but instead the familiar feeling of being in your husband’s arms combined with the recent stress seems to break you down entirely, eroding all your defences. before you can stop yourself or even understand why or how, you’re crying against him, burying your face further into his neck in an attempt to hide yourself.

it isn’t that you haven’t cried in front of toji before, rather that there’s so much to explain this time — so much that you’re not even sure how to explain — that you find yourself curling even further into him in an attempt to hide your sobs.

you stay like that, clinging to toji tearfully in an attempt to soothe the dreadful nervousness in your body. you try to redirect your attention to the feeling of his hand on your back, to the sensation of his smooth arm wrapped around you.

toji doesn’t complain when your tear-stained cheeks dampen his t-shirt, nor when you cling to him for so long that his neck begins to cramp. he just stays there, a single large hand running up and down your back soothingly in small circles.

after a short while, your grip on him loosens a little, and he feels you pull your face away from his neck. you try not to make eye contact, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. toji’s the kind to deescalate a situation with a teasing joke or two, and you’re not sure you can really handle that after the weight of the moment you’ve just shared with him. but when you meet his gaze, you’re not met with that familiar smirk of his, nor with a laugh or joke. you’re met with concern.

his face looks softer now, nothing like the harsh features you’re used to, and his eyes meet yours almost tenderly.

“feeling better?” he asks, the words carrying a hint of concern.

you nod.

“it’s nothing. i was just spiralling,” you sigh dismissively. you assume — hope, even — that the conversation will end there, that toji won’t try to delve into it deeper. something about overthinking and crying randomly in front of your husband already feels bad enough, and you absolutely do not want to make your situation worse by having to explain your worries aloud to him.

he frowns at your words, his expression half-stern and half-concerned at your dismissal.

“it’s okay to spiral.” he rests his head against his hand in thought, brows furrowed as though he’s trying to find the right words, and you have to stifle a tiny, appreciative laugh at the sight of him practically hunched over himself looking deep in thought. the smile creeping onto your face seems to act as encouragement for toji, and he continues. “but come to me for these stuff. don’t deal with it alone. sure, i’m not…great with words. but i mean, i make a decent pillow to cry into, at least.” he shrugs, a tiny grin playing on his lips. you laugh in agreement, wiping the last of your tears and giving toji a tiny, hesitant smile.

he shakes his head fondly, studying your expression. “you should go wash your face; it’ll make you feel a little better. and then we can order takeout.”

“takeout?” you beam. “and it isn’t even tuesday yet! you always say that the discounts are only good on tuesdays,” you tease.

toji rolls his eyes, playfully groaning. “yeah, well. let’s call this a special exception.” he presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “besides, the other option is that i cook for you, and i think we both know how that’ll turn out. now go wash your face.”

first post !!! ( ⸝⸝´ ᵕ `⸝⸝)

[partyanimal167]

Damn yall heathens really got me considering a Toji fic set in the kitchen 😅 why am I tempting to mix my fantasy world with my irl career?

Anyway...take this fic that's totally not (is) based on author's recent events lol. Unfortunately, I do not have a Toji living in my apartment complex; even if I did, I would not share that with the world lol. I'm hoarding that dic- focus...thanks for reading. Please enjoy ✨️

CW: fluff, black fem reader in mind, modern au, brief nondescript mention of surgerical scar, cats lol

The voices in your head were arguing. One screaming 'Stranger Danger!' While the other one pointed to the dull pain in your stomach from shifting your bed. 'Damn cat'

You just wanted a nice, chill day off. You were diligent the day before, cleaning your apartment and clearing off your list of errands. Today was supposed to be spent day-drinking at home with some delivery and anime. However, your geriatric foster cat had other plans.

Instead, you woke up to a gross mess in your living room and bedroom that sent you into a brief emotional frenzy before calling the shelter for an emergency check up. Two hours later, and the old man, Moose, is resting like nothing happened.

You, though, have two dirty rugs threatening your sanity and trying to trigger your anxiety. You were so proud of how much you cleaned yesterday, and now you needed to move the furniture and drag the rugs outside to clean. Which was the current problem.

You managed to move your bed a bit before your stomach tightened, reminding you that you were still recovering from that minor surgery months ago. You were stubborn and usually convinced yourself to power through, but you knew if you ended up hurting yourself now, you'd probably lose your shit.

Deep breath. Everything is fine. Let's just phone a friend.

But that was it's own dilemma. Who were you going to call or say? Hey the old ass man shit on the carpet. I promise my place was clean before. I need help moving my furniture and- Yeah no, it already stressed you out thinking about it. You didn't mind seeming like a crazy cat lady, but this felt a little too close to a bad stereotype.

You swept what you could while your other cat followed you around the temporary furniture setup. You huffed and paused for a moment. You could always ask a neighbor, right? I mean, that's what neighbors are for...except you barely knew any of yours after that one family moved. Fuck...

You and your cat turned towards the window at the sound of music playing loudly and a car engine starting before cutting off. Hmm, that usually meant...

Mr. Hot Neighbor Dilf

Obviously, you didn't know his name, but you had seen him around. He was tall and muscular--seeming to only wear a tank or compression shirt if not going to/from work. You actually didn't know if he had a kid, but he was a bit older than you and fit the vibes from those fan edits you'd see online. You'd pass him a few times getting mail or doing laundry and exchanged a few words. He'd usually just nod his head after your greeting. Today, he must be working on his car again.

You bit your nail for a sec. It wouldn't be too bad to ask for help. It's not you had to explain your whole life story. Just a small favor and then go your separate ways...but then would you want to invite a strange man into your apartment? Your cat may get a scratch in but...

"Ugghhh! Fuck it" you tossed the broom to the side before marching out your place and down the stairs. "Hey!" You barked out accidentally.

The man glanced from his spot under the hood, not really liking your tone. He stood up to his full height and leaned against the car. "What's up, doll? Music too loud?" You blinked for a moment.

It was probably the most you heard him speak in who knows how long, and it vibrated through you slowly. You shook your head mentally and straightened up. "Uh, no no sorry. I- um actually need a quick favor, please!" The words tumbled out more scrambled than you meant. He didn't say anything, so you continued. "I need some help moving my furniture to get my rugs outside. I'd do it myself, but I'm recovering from some medical stuff--don't wanna hurt myself. And you seem like big and strong, so I-" wait, why the fuck did you say that part out loud. You nearly cringed at yourself, but zoned in on the deep chuckle-grunt you got in response.

You looked back at the man just as he lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Yeah sure ma," you tried not to faint at the quick flash of abs. Holy shit! "Lead the way."

You nodded dumbly and turned to lead the way back to your unit. Going up the stairs, you remembers your attire and tried not to freak out--pajama short shorts and a cropped hoodie. It's not a bad thing, obviously your house lounge clothes, but weird in front of a stranger. Gosh, you were in your head too much.

You two paused in front of your door. "It's Toji by the way." The man interrupted the silence. You looked at him; he had a cool smile on. Wow you invited him in and didn't know his name! How rude! Hopefully, he doesn't murder you. You gave him your name and best handshake. "Alright then, put me to work."

Your place wasn't actually as messy as you thought. You entered your place where your cat immediately glared at the man before hissing. "Sorry, he's an asshole. Don't mind him." You chuckled.

Toji crouched down to let your cat smell his hand. "It's fine. He just wants to protect his mama." Your cat hissed again before running away.

You hummed as you looked around. "Um so, I just need this rug outside on the railing. It's under the couch so," you squatted to slide the table over but paused when your heard a grunt. Toji was giving you a disapproving looking that made you slowly stand to your feet. "Yes?"

Toji shook his head before lifting one end of the couch single-handedly and scooted a corner of the rug. "You said you can't lift heavy. Not gonna let a sweet thing like you get hurt when I'm around." You nearly squeaked before stepping off to the side. "Good girl."

Your brain nearly glitches at that, so you stayed quiet not wanting to risk sounding even more stupid. You watch as Toji easily maneuvered your couch and coffee table around before scooting the rug out your place and over the railing. You couldn't help but watch as his muscles moved and contracted. This was obviously light work for him, but you didn't mind watching up close.

"Where's the other one, doll?"

An image of your bedroom flashed through your head. Oh no! "Uh actually, nevermind. It's in my room, but I can get it. I-," Seeing his expression, you shut yourself up and quietly opened your bedroom door.

Toji barely fit as he walked by. You were ready for him to be disgusted by the smell and piles of laundry, but the man didn't say a word. Again, he easily moved your bed without bothering to take the mattress or anything off of it. He shifted the dresser before moving the rug out and shaking it outside. You were shocked. It wasn't a dingy rug either, yet he snapped it like a t-shirt. You could imagine so much with that bit of information.

"There we go. What are you gonna do with them now?"

Great question.

"Uh...I gonna hose them down, and let them air dry."

Toji simply nodded. "Okay. Knock on my door when you need them inside."

You waved your hands quickly. "Oh no, that's okay. I'll call one of my friends to help. I'm sure I took enough of your time already."

"Nah, and I don't wanna see you struggling to move it either." He pointed at the scar on your stomach. "That shit takes awhile to heal up. Don't go doing more than your body can take." You covered your stomach out of habit, not really used to the new addition there. Toji's voice was softer then. "No need to hide it. I don't know the details, but you're recovering. Plus, there's this big, strong man to help you out." He winked.

Your face warmed up. "Omg, I can't believe I said that out loud."

Toji grinned and held out his phone. "Here, text me when you're ready. I'll come up."

You nodded slowly. "Okay...okay. But you have to let me thank you properly. I'll make you something to eat."

"Yeah yeah ma, whatever you say."

You gave him back his phone and beamed. "Thanks so much, Toji!"

"Mhmm, anytime neighbor."

~~~

Was I planning to make this spicy? Yes, but apparently I need to get some fluff out. Anyway! Everyone wish Moose a swift recovery (he's been my foster for 8 months. I am attached!)

[t0jisbunny]

crying in husband!toji’s strong arms ♡

"mama’s crying!" megumi says, poking toji’s knee as he sits lazily on the couch after a long day at work. toji ruffles megumi’s hair, standing up almost instantly. "wait here, kid. be back soon."

toji heads towards the bedroom, hearing your muffled cries the closer he gets. "baby?" he calls out, finding you curled up on the bed, sobbing into the pillows. your husband perches next to you, rubbing your back soothingly with one large hand. "what’s the matter, princess?"

you choke on a sob as you try to speak, quickly giving up and burying your face back into the pillow below you that’s wet from your endless tears. "s’okay, just let it out, yeah?" toji coos, making his voice as quiet and gentle as he knows how. he lays down next to you, gathering you in his arms. you melt against him, tears still pouring down your face, wetting his shirt.

he just holds you there in his strong arms, anchoring you, letting you cry for as long as you need. he strokes your hair before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "what’s got my wife cryin’ like this, huh? too damn pretty for all these tears."

for the first time all day, you smile, still sobbing, feeling your husband squeeze you tighter. "megs is worried about ya’, and so am i," toji adds, threading his fingers through your hair. you manage to say a few words, voice quiet and hoarse. "it’s stupid. can i just stay here a while?"

"can stay here as long as y’need, baby," toji reassures you. he cradles you like something fragile, gentle with every touch, every word — something he’d learned with time.

his hand continues to stroke slowly down your hair, soothing you until your breathing steadies. "good girl, there ya’ go," he praises, completely unbothered by your tears soaking his shirt, your messy hair and blotchy face…

all that matters to him right now is that you feel safe and comfortable.

when your sobs finally quieten, almost inaudible, you pull away from your husband’s chest an inch, looking up at him with glassy eyes. "feel better?" he asks, wiping a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.

before you can answer, a little voice chimes in. "mama are you okay?" megumi says, trying to climb up onto the bed, receiving help from toji who hoists him up with his free hand. "yeah, i’m fine, come here," you smile, hugging him as he settles against his dad’s chest — a seemingly very popular location.

toji drapes one arm around you, one around his son, holding you both tightly. he knew he’d be stuck in this position for a while, pinned against the bed by the only two people he loves. not that he minded. secretly, he enjoyed being needed like this.

you press a kiss to toji’s firm chest, smiling faintly to yourself. it takes no time at all for megumi to fall asleep, dreaming peacefully, safe in his father’s arms. you soon follow, exhausted from crying.

once you’re both sound asleep, toji reaches over, turning off the lamp beside him. careful he doesn’t wake you both, he mumbles under his breath.

"how’d i get so damn lucky."

a/n; something from drafts while i recover #help

masterlist <3

[poutyngel]

broke!toji x babysitter!reader part 1 -> part 2

babysitter!reader who wakes up freshly cleaned up, in one of toji’s oversized—well oversized to you—graphic t-shirts and a pair of boxers that practically fall off of your ass. toji has you wrapped up in his arms, almost as if he’s scared you might run away!

babysitter!reader who tries to escape from toji’s grasp only to be met with a, “no, no…stay ‘ere…” mumbled from his slightly open lips. his voice raspier than what you’re used to from him. (and maybe sexier..)

babysitter!reader who gives up, and just stays underneath toji’s arm, snuggled in his armpit, well until…

toddler!megumi starts banging on the door so hard, you would’ve thought it was a grown man instead of a very determined 4 year old!

broke!toji is the one to actually fully awaken from his slumber, stretching like a cat. when hearing megumi’s whimpers at the closed door, he stands and walks slowly to the door, as if egg shells are cracking around him.

broke!toji who opens the door to a crying megumi, “da-daddy—hic!—i-i don’t know where [❤︎] is!” megumi has tears dripping down his little chubby face.

broke!toji who is confused because he’s never seen megumi like this, he freezes for a second before turning around to look at you, “megs, [❤︎] ‘s right there!” toji smiles and points at you.

toddler!megumi who pokes his face around the door frame and his face instantly brightens when he sees you smiling and waving at him.

toddler!megumi who doesn’t smile back at you, but instead runs and jumps up onto the bed to scooch in right next to you—toji curses under his breath because that was his spot, but he’ll allow it for the kid.

broke!toji who lays back down, with megumi in between the two of you, with megumi whos already sleeping like a sloth, with his arms and legs on you, lightly snoring, sooner or later, he hears snores coming from you aswell.

broke!toji who realizes how much he enjoys having you here, helping with megumi, sleeping in his bed. and he realizes he wants to keep you here, no matter what.

no foreplay or smut im sorryyyyy 😞 too scared to try it 💔 but! i hope everyone enjoys this one (maybe ill make it a series 👀) and tysm for 150 followers oh my goshhh !!! its well appreciated :))

tags: @ashalterego @lacyfushi

[torupng]

ꫂ𓏲 𓏻 AGAINST THE CURVE

✿ ⋮⋮ ࣭ 𝒮YNOPSIS ﹗

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 𑣲⋆ jock!toji fushiguro and his tutor who happens to be very pretty and also happens to have a very big and not so subtle crush on him ! ꫂ𓏲﹕ 𑣲⋆ genre / themes ⸝ college au ⸝ jjk ⸝ nerd-ish toji ⸝ football player toji ⸝ smut warning ⸝ fluff & angst ⸝ violence ⸝ arguments ⸝ minimal use of y/n ⸝ college setting . ꫂ𓏲 𑣲⋆ featuring ⸝ football jock!toji x nerd/tutor fem!reader .

( jjk masterlist ) 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ( toji fushiguro masterlist )

graphic by me ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ dividers & art in tags

ENTRY 01⠀ ⌢⌢ coming soon…

ENTRY 02⠀ ⌢⌢

ENTRY 03⠀ ⌢⌢

ENTRY 04⠀ ⌢⌢

⧽ taglist ♡ :: open 𓄲 comment to join! [ 0/50 ]

perm + jjk : @butterbeanandsparkleface @miminist @stvsgsb @scarletreigns @4ngelvx @thebirdsarewatching17 @sistersofthemoon15 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @miyahluvsjjk @neotoru @ravenhood2792 @rean13 @skylaryippee @asian-woody @marmaryu @miunoa @yundollqiu

series : @solacordera

A/N : idk if i’ll be writing this soon but i just wanted to prep the masterlist just in case i ever felt like posting a chapter !