Welcome to my freak pervert blog. This is not organized in any way.
Call me cadaver. He/it. Use they/them and ill hit you with my car. If you know my main, no you dont. Undiagnosed traumagenic system, i might tag once in a blue moon but thats abt it. I am Objectum for guns n knives so look out for those
Extra info below the cut.
Stuff im into:
Snuff
Gore
Car crashes
Biting
Autoerotic asphyxiation
Forcemasc
Forcewild
Slasherification
Dubcon
Overstim
Bloodplay
Gunplay
Knifeplay
Hypnosis(lil bit)
Oviposition but we dont talk abt that
Necro
Leather
Surgery
Doctor/patient
Military gear
Stuff im not into(not yucking anyones yum, just not for me)
I heard you were looking for requests 👀 perhaps for your consideration: Tojo getting paid for a “job” reader pays for, only to find out the job is actually getting dicked down (Tori bottoming obviously)
“One Night”
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synopsis: toji pays off his debt
pairing: toji X top male reader
note: any comments or reblogs are appreciated, a bit short, my own twist to this ask
warnings: blowjob, creampie, power imbalance, rough sex
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The dimly lit warehouse smelled of rust and old blood. Toji Fushiguro stood in the center of the empty space, scarred arms crossed over his broad chest, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His sharp green eyes scanned the darkness of the warehouse.
He owed the organization a fuck-ton of money. Gambling debts, blown contracts, the usual shit. When they’d called him in for a “settlement meeting,” he’d expected broken bones, maybe a bullet if they were feeling generous. Instead, they’d given him an address and a single instruction:
“Go see the Collector. One night and your debt will be wiped clean.”
Toji had laughed when he heard it. One night? It sounded like easy money. He’d taken worse beatings for pocket change.
So here he was, kicking the warehouse door shut behind him with the heel of his boot. The place was surprisingly clean for a shithole in the industrial district.
You were already sitting there like you owned the world, leaned back in a heavy leather chair with one ankle resting on the opposite knee. An expensive suit, calm eyes. The kind of quiet confidence that made lesser men nervous.
Toji exhaled a plume of smoke and smirked, voice low and rough.
“So you’re the big bad Collector, huh?” He cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders as he stepped closer. “Heard you got a deal for me. One night and I walk away square. Let’s hear it. Who do I gotta kill?”
You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you let the silence stretch just long enough for his cocky grin to twitch. Then you slowly spread your legs, the fabric of your slacks pulling tight over your thighs, and rested one hand lazily on your belt.
Toji’s eyes flicked down for half a second before snapping back up. You finally spoke, voice low, steady, and dripping with amusement. “No killing tonight, Fushiguro. The only thing you’re working off… is this debt.”
You patted your thigh once. “On your knees first. Then I’ll bend you over that desk and fuck the rest of what you owe out of you.”
The warehouse went even quieter, which didn’t seem possible considering you both were the only people in the warehouse. Toji stared at you for a long beat, cigarette nearly falling from his lips. Then he barked out a short, disbelieving laugh, running a hand through his messy black hair.
“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me.” His smirk stayed in place, but it faltered slightly. “This the kind of ‘collection’ you do? Thought I was dealin’ with a professional, not some pervert with deep pockets.”
He took another drag, trying to play it cool, but his stance had shifted. Legs a little wider and his jaw clenched as if he was ready for a fight.
You just watched him, completely unfazed. Toji clicked his tongue, green eyes narrowing.
“I’ve taken worse than whatever you think you can dish out, big guy. Way worse.” He dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his boot, stepping closer with that signature lazy swagger. “If suckin’ dick and bendin’ over is all it takes to clear my tab… fine. But don’t think for a second I’m gonna make this easy for you.”
He stopped just a few feet away, towering even while sneering down at you in the chair. “So? You gonna sit there all night, or are we doin’ this?”
You smiled slowly, fingers already working open your belt with a soft click. “Get on your knees, Toji. Let’s see how well that mouth works when it’s not running.”
Toji muttered something under his breath but dropped to his knees anyway, the concrete biting into his joints. His large, calloused hands made quick work of your slacks, yanking them down along with your boxers until your cock sprang free- thick, heavy, and already hardening under his gaze.
“Shit… not bad,” He grunted, wrapping one hand around the base and giving it a firm stroke.
He leaned in without waiting, lips parting as he took the head into his mouth and hot, wet heat enveloped you immediately. Toji sucked hard, tongue pressing flat against the underside while his hand worked the shaft he couldn’t fit yet. He was rough and eager, clearly trying to make you lose control fast so this would be over quicker.
You let him have his moment, threading your fingers through his messy black hair, but you didn’t stay passive for long. You pushed his head down further, forcing more of your length into his throat.
Toji gagged once, eyes watering, but powered through with a glare aimed up at you. Drool spilled from the corners of his mouth as he bobbed his head, taking you deeper with each pass. The wet, filthy sounds of him sucking you filled the warehouse, mixed with his occasional choked grunts.
“Fuck, that’s better,” You praised lowly, hips rocking forward. “Look at you- you look so pretty like this.”
Toji pulled off with a wet pop, gasping for air, lips shiny and swollen. “Shut the fuck up… I’m doin’ this for the money, not because I like it.”
You chuckled and tapped your cock against his cheek. “Keep telling yourself that.”
After a few more minutes of his sloppy, aggressive blowjob, you hauled him up by the hair and spun him around, shoving him chest-first over the wide metal desk.
“Yeah? This the part where you wreck me?” He taunted, glancing back over his shoulder with a smirk. “Go ahead. I’ve taken worse than some rich asshole’s dick.”
You reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, clicking it open with a deliberate snap. Toji’s eyes tracked the motion, his smirk faltering for just a second.
“Lube? How considerate,” he sneered, though his voice had lost some of its bite. “Didn’t think you’d bother.”
“I want you to feel every inch,” You replied calmly, pouring a generous amount over your cock and then drizzling more between his cheeks. You pressed two slick fingers against his hole, circling the tight ring before pushing in slowly. Toji hissed through his teeth, muscles tensing, but he didn’t pull away.
“Relax,” You ordered, scissoring your fingers and curling them until you found his prostate.
“F-fuck-!” Toji’s hips jerked, a low groan escaping him as you rubbed that spot relentlessly. You added a third finger, stretching him open thoroughly while your other hand reached around to stroke his cock, which was now fully hard and leaking.
By the time you pulled your fingers out, Toji was breathing heavier, forehead pressed to the desk, ass subtly pushing back against nothing. You lined up your cock, pressing the blunt head against his now-slick hole.
“Ready to start working off that debt?”
Toji clicked his tongue. “Just fuck me already, you bastard. Let’s see if you can actually make me-!”
You pushed in with one long, steady thrust, burying yourself balls-deep in one go. The lube made the slide smoother, but he was still incredibly tight, his heat gripping you like a vice. Toji’s back arched sharply, a raw, broken moan tearing from his throat as his fingers scraped against the metal.
“Shit… shit, you’re fucking huge…” He gasped, voice strained. “Slow- fuck, give me a second-”
You pulled back almost all the way and slammed back in, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that made the heavy desk creak under the force. Each thrust drove him forward, his cock trapped between his stomach and the edge of the desk, leaking steadily.
“Still think you’ve taken worse?” you growled, gripping his narrow waist with both hands and pounding into him harder. Toji tried to laugh, but it came out as a wrecked moan. “Y-yeah… I’ve had bigger… fuck!”
You angled your hips and nailed his prostate dead-on, causing his legs to buckle.
“Liar,” You said, reaching around to stroke his cock in time with your thrusts. “You’re clenching around me like you’ve never been properly fucked before. Listen to those pretty sounds you’re making.”
Toji’s moans grew louder, less controlled. His usual lazy drawl was gone, replaced by broken grunts and curses every time you bottomed out. Sweat slicked his scarred back. His ass rippled with every impact, red from the force of your hips slapping against him.
You fucked him harder, faster, the wet squelch of lube and skin filling the air along with the slap of flesh. “Gonna cum just from my cock?” You taunted, twisting your hand around his leaking tip. “Go on.”
Toji came first with a strangled shout, body seizing up as thick ropes of cum painted the floor and your fist. His hole clenched rhythmically around you, milking your cock so tightly it pushed you over the edge.
You buried yourself deep and filled him up, pulse after hot pulse, until cum started leaking out around your shaft despite the tight fit.
For a long moment the only sound was heavy breathing. You stayed inside him, grinding slowly as he came down from his high, letting him feel every twitch.
“…Debt cleared?” Toji finally rasped, voice hoarse and wrecked.
“Cleared,” You confirmed, pulling out slowly. A thick trickle of your cum immediately dripped down his trembling thighs.
Toji pushed himself up on shaky arms, legs visibly unsteady. He yanked his pants back up with clumsy fingers, wincing as the fabric brushed against his abused hole.
When he tried to walk toward the exit, his stride was anything but his usual confident swagger- instead an obvious limp. Each step made more of your load leak out of him.
At the door he paused, one hand on the frame, and glanced back at you. His face was flushed dark, hair sticking to his forehead, green eyes glassy and half-lidded. For once, the smirk he tried to give you looked almost shy.
“…If you ever need to ‘collect’ again…” He muttered, voice rough, “you know where to find me, asshole.”
Then he limped out into the night, debt-free, already secretly hoping the organization would somehow fuck up his finances again soon.
corrupting a priest so entirely you can make him beg for you. a celibate priest, once so timid and shameful, now turned a slut for your own personal entertainment, begging you to fuck him properly. where’s your god now?
i like Corpses because i can hug Them from behind and . Prod around and Cuddle them whenever i Want and Rant about various Things no one else is interested in And ! If i wanted To i could even gapeTheir mouth open and Just stick my fingers in . Just swirl them around . For a while . Cause what Arethey gonna do about it.
