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Could I request corporate reader x corporate toji cracking when no one's in the building š«£ they have a secret thing going on or something
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you come here often, baby?
āhey doll.ā a voice sounds from your right side. you turn to dismiss the man when your eyes are caught on piercing green eyes, a tall extremely muscular man with black hair towers over you. you lose your breath for a second as you take in the gorgeous man in front of you. after your heart skips a beat, you reply.
āhello, mr. fushiguro.ā you stutter as your boss looks you up and down. he takes in your tight black halter top dress that stopped right at your mid thigh. your face is bright red from being caught outside of the office in something so scandalous.
ājust call me toji.ā he smirks down at you. never taking his eyes off you, he motions for the bartender and orders you another drink āon himā you stand there awkwardly while the bartender makes you a new drink.
your friend had invited you out to āloosen upā but she ditched you for some dude a while ago. you didnāt know why you had stayed, maybe hoping for someone to approach you to take home, you needed to get laid, bad. the bartender hands you your drink and you thank him.
āyou didnāt have to do that, thank you mr. fushi- uh, toji.ā you tell him. he leans down and gets close to your ear.
ācouldnāt quite hear that doll, gonna need to speak up.ā his warm breath covers your ear and you shudder, goosebumps breaking out all over your body. he stays close and you say thank you in his ear.
āoh itās no problem. your dress is hot.ā he says, nodding towards your body. your hands begin to sweat and you feel warmth spread across your chest. you feel the familiar heat cover your face as it always does when you talk to him. god, he looks so good. heās wearing his usual work outfit, a white button down with slacks and loafers. heās got the sleeves folded up over his massive forearms and the top two buttons of his shirt are undone, giving you a glimpse of his strong chest.
he must have had a few drinks, he was usually mean to you. you had passed it off as intern work, which was your position. but sometimes it felt like it was just for you specifically. the other intern, a boy of course, never got the kind of treatment you got.
āthank you.ā you say, cutting off your thoughts. you take a sip of your drink.
ācome here often?ā he asks nonchalantly.
āno actually, first time.ā you reply after swallowing. āa friend invited me but ditched me.ā
help me, doc
when the nurse asked if you preferred a male or female doctor, you really shouldāve said female. you had absolutely nothing against male gynecologists, but you hadnāt realized just how embarrassing it is to discuss your sex issues with a man, versus how it wouldāve been with a woman.
dr. toji wasā¦nice, in a way. he was really tall with thickened shoulders, a handsome face, and a bored scowl. he had bags under his eyes from the constant working you supposed, and a big mean scar over the right side of his mouth. you suspected you had some aversions to telling him just because of how physically intimidating and good looking he was. itās hard to admit that somethings wrong with you to a man whoās that fine.
āso, what brings you in today?ā he drawls, deep but quiet in the small sterile room. you sit in only one of those stiff white gowns with nothing underneath, shifting on the hard bed and the paper underneath you, hearing it crackle loudly. you cringe, fiddling with your fingers as you look down into your lap to avoid the gaze of the burly man that stands across the room from you.
āum,ā you whisper, huffing quietly through your nose as you try to push the words up and out of your throat. āi-iāve been having painful s-sex.ā you spit out the last word, eyes clenching shut in embarrassment.
Wanted to draw the pair, and I love how hero turned out and gojo, heās just there ā¦
happy birthday, toji.
it's december 31st, and most couples would be out enjoying the fireworks, popping champagne, and getting ready for their first kiss of the new year.
not you, though.
it's toji's birthday. everything needs to be perfect for him, and you've prepared the perfect evening.
he works, and works, and works every day. he's hardly home. but you know he will be tonight. so, while he's been gone the past few days, you set up a romantic environment in your shared apartment. rose petals lay on the bed, candles are lit on the nightstands, and an aroma diffuser is ongoing with your man's favourite scent from bath and body works: black cherry merlot. of course, you ordered his favorite foods from a local restaurant you two adore, and had them ready on the table. liver and a few other organs you didn't care to think about laid ornately on his plate, waiting for him to come home and ravish them. why he enjoyed offal so much you would never understand. there were some non-alcoholic celebratory drinks, since he wasn't a fan of alcohol, which was also unexpected of someone of his character. and, just so you could say you actually got him something, you bought him a few (maybe ten, maybe a fistful) scratch offs since he loves to bet.
the gift you were most excited for, though, was just underneath your clothes. you went out to victoria's secret and found an absolute treasure last week. thank god for the 50% off after-christmas sale. toji had gone to the mall with you and waited outside the store with all the other bored husbands while you browsed. when you came back out with a shining smile and your little prize in a bag, he asked when he would get to see what you procured. he was very disappointed when you told him it would be a surprise for later.
around ten o'clock at night, he shows up, unlocking the door to your flat and trudging his way in. he's beat, you know that, so you don't jump on him cheering or make any loud noises. instead, you grab his calloused hands and lead him to the table, quietly and gleefully saying, "happy birthday, toji."
goodnight toji
you shouldāve known that the second your fifteen-year-old son and his pink-haired best friend yuji came barreling into the living room asking you to do a tiktok trend, it was going to be a horrible idea.
megumi stands there with his arms crossed, cheeks a little pink, trying to act like this isnāt his master plan while yuji bounces on his toes grinning like a mischievous little brat.
āitās simple, mom,ā megumi mutters, eyes on the floor, āyou just call someone you havenāt talked to in forever and say goodnight. thatās it. no big deal.ā
yuji grins wider, āyeah! and itās funny when theyāre confused! people eat this shit up.ā
you glare at the pink haired kid, hearing him cuss and the tips of his ears turn red, his eyes go a little wide.
āstuff! i meant stuff. s-sorry, maāam.ā
megumi rolls his eyes at his kiss-ass friend, then turns back to you. ācome on, mom. it's just for fun.ā
you raise an eyebrow, already smelling the setup. these two gremlins only get this excited when theyāre about to embarrass somebodyāusually you.
you sigh, kicking your feet up on the coffee table. āwho am i even supposed to call? i donāt even really talk to anybody,ā you ask, already knowing the answer is gonna make your stomach flip.
megumi shrugs way too casually. ādad, obviously. you guys barely talk unless itās about me.ā
yuji nudges him, whispering something that sounded a whole lot like āten dollars, she does itā with a smile.
you raise an eyebrow at that and stare at your kid, then at the phone being shoved into your hand like contraband.
toji. your ex-husband.
౨ৠfrat!sukuna changing his ways for you
he doesnāt even realize heās doing it at first. ryomen sukunaāking of the frat, two-time campus menace, unofficial titleholder of āmost likely to break your heart and not careāāstarts showing up differently around you.
less noise. less bravado. less of the smirk that usually means trouble. you show up to a party once, wearing something cute, and his friends elbow him like always. ābro, go get your girl.ā
but he doesnāt go over to flirt. he goes over to take your cup, sniff it, and grumble, āwho gave you this? you donāt drink this shit.ā then you watch him pour it out and hand you water like itās the most normal thing in the world.
he stops hosting ragers on thursday nights because you have an 8am friday lab and he ādoesnāt want people stomping around and keeping you up.ā he says it casuallyāshrugging, avoiding eye contactābut not a single person in the frat dares call him out because the look in his eyes is dead serious.
and the girls he used to flirt with? laugh with? entertain when he was bored? he doesn't even dare to glance at them now. one of them touches his arm during a mixer and he physically steps back, muttering, ānah. donāt.ā
everyone stares. you pretend not to notice, but sukuna notices youāevery damn time. the night it finally hits you is when youāre studying on the couch in the frat house, legs tucked under you, hair messy from hours of focusing. sukuna comes in from practice, sweaty, exhausted, probably starving.
old him wouldāve grabbed a beer, teased you, maybe tried to drag you upstairs. but instead he stops in the doorway, eyebrows pulling together. āyou eat yet?ā
you shake your head without thinking. he groans under his breath like youāve personally wounded him, then disappears into the kitchen. ten minutes later he returns with a plate of food, a bottle of water, and your favorite candy bar he steals from one of his brothersā stashes.
āeat,ā he says, sitting next to you.
āiām not hungry.ā
he glares. ādonāt care.ā
you laugh and lean into his shoulder without thinking. he freezes for half a second, then melts just a little, tilting his head so it rests against yours. āyouāre different lately,ā you whisper, teasing.
he scoffs, looking away. āno iām not.ā
āyou are.ā
he shifts, face serious now, eyes warm in ways youāve never seen on him. āā¦maybe i just wanted to stop being someone you couldnāt take seriously.ā
he huffs, rubbing the back of his neck like the confession annoys him. āiām trying here, okay? donāt make it weird.ā
you grin, reaching for his hand. āitās not weird.ā
he squeezes your fingers like heās afraid heāll spook you. āgood,ā he murmurs. ābecause iām not going back to who i was.ā
and you believe him. because men donāt change for no reason. but sukuna? heās changing for you. slowly, stubbornly.
sincerely.
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Could you write modern au assassin toji Ć assassin reader who hate each other but are secretly in love. Maybe they even have a fwb arrangement going on?
hurt
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TW: mention of wounds
keen and alertātoji was fast asleep on the worn couch when he was abruptly awakened by a resounding thud. the vintage porcelain vase you bought from that one antique shop collapses; now, it is nothing but piercing shards. it falls with a loud crash. your pained groans fill the room, and you mumble about the broken vase. he blinks his eyes, adjusting them to the flickering lights of the hallway, rubbing the exhaustion out of his eyes. and finally, he sees you.Ā
you barely manage to venture further into the dimly lit apartment, battered, bloodied, sticky with sweat, and tears dribbling down your face from the excruciating pain. you are tripping over your own feet, trying to shut the damned door. the door slams, and the chain attached loudly rattles. a cry flees from your mouth, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion as he watches you sink to the floor. sitting at the leg of the dining table, trembling like a lone leaf.
ā aye, whatās goinā on over there? ā
his hoarse voice breaks through the quietude. it sobered you up. tojiāthe best assassin you have had the fortune of knowing, of working with, cannot see you likeĀ this. all weak and vulnerable and beaten. your skin was broken, your hair matted, clothes torn. he could not see you likeĀ this. the sole thought brought fresh and ashamed tears to your eyes, your eyes fixated on where he was lying.
ā oi. ā
you flinch at the bass in his voice and the way he hastily sits up, rapidly nodding your head. the male frowns at the audacity that you would wake him up like this, yet deep inside, his heart erratically pounds at the sight before him. he nervously swallows that lump in his throat. you look horrible.
ā didnāt know you weren't gonna be out- sorry. ā
platonic kisses
there was a running thing between the second years, a bet between them waging how long it would take you and gojo to finally get together. so far they've been going a few months with this bet, everyone's bets changing to later dates the more you two stalled. but they could see it, they could see the way the two of you danced around each other completely avoiding the question that hung between you two.
because yes, the two of you have held hands, yes, you've cuddled each other to sleep before, yes, he unashamedly would ditch the rest of your friends to hang out with you, and yes you might've platonically kissed a few times. but there's no harm in a few kisses here and there, right? besides, he'd been wondering what it would be like to feel those seemingly soft lips of yours. and yeah, he mightāve been staring at them a little more than heād like to admit, but when the opportunity presented itself he ceased the shit out of it.
your first kiss with gojo was in the middle of a game of spin the bottle. there was finally a free weekend, so you decided to throw a party at your house. with your parents out of town, it was the perfect timing for a little fun. so like the teenagers you all are, someone suggests you all play spin the bottle. no harm in a few sly kisses.
beams of sunlight
he's awake, but of course, he hasn't moved from his spot. instead, he's gazing at your sleeping face wondering just how in the hell did he end up with someone as perfect as you.Ā
the sunbeams peek into itadori's room through the blinds, the glow of them reflecting off the walls and onto your relaxed features. birds chirp outside, serving as a natural alarm clock, but he doesn't bother listening, and neither do you seeing as you're still sleeping, unbothered. his fingers are tracing delicate shapes along the exposed skin on your waist, he's focusing on the rise and fall of your soft breathing, wishing he could stay in this moment, relishing in the beautiful scene before him.
your hair falls beneath your head, hairs sticking up and onto your face. you would call it a mess while he would simply say you look cute.Ā
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toji fushiguro:
ā¢toji's help
ā¢hurt
ā¢happy birthday, toji
ā¢help me, doc
ā¢you come here often, baby?
choso kamo:
ā¢obsessiveness
yuji itadori:
ā¢beams of sunlight
satoru gojo:
ā¢platonic kisses
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toji had you right where he wanted to have you, and quite frankly, where you wanted him to have you.
the two of you have discussed having sex for a while, as it is something youāve both been wanting. toji loves you wholly, of course heād want to hit. however, he is careful about crossing any sort of boundaries with you. he may be a dirty dog, but he cherishes you. on the other hand, your thoughts arenāt much different. youāve been wanting to ride your boyfriend into the sunset. there was just one problem that stood in the way. you are a virgin. a fearful one, at that.
you arenāt a virgin because youāve never felt the touch of another human being, though. oh, no. youāve been real close to losing the card on many occasions. you were just too merciful towards people who had no idea what to do with your body. each encounter had been cut real short because they couldnāt even bother to try to get you wet before going to stick something inside of you. itās like they had a fear of foreplay. you reached a point where you just assumed that youād never find someone competent enough to take care of you.
until you met toji.
now, after 7 months of dating him, and having your hands and mouths on each other at most, you were determined to let him break you in on your bed.
you lay under him, your hands gently raking at his nape to play with his hair as he presses messy kisses into the side of your neck. toji is the happiest man alive right now; if he had a tail, that shit would be wagging. nevertheless, he is keeping his cool. heās allowing a fraction of his weight to rest on top of you, knowing that you feel comforted by the compression, but leaving enough wiggle room for your body to respond to his ministrations. you hum and press your chest up against his as a signal of approval, and allow your eyes to flutter closed. anticipating penetrative sex has always felt a little awkward for you, but you have faith that it may actually be different this time.
toji lifts his head before bringing up a large, gentle hand to hold your jaw, and places a kiss to your lips. his mouth was wet from making out with your neck, which makes you playfully push his head away in response, and mewl a dragged-out āewwwā. āoh, shut up.ā he tightens his grip on your jaw ever so slightly and ducks his head to lick a spiteful stripe up the side of your face. that freak. before you can protest further, he pecks your lips again with a chuckle. you roll your eyes at the way heās amused with himself, but cannot help returning the kiss. you feel tojiās body lift a bit to allow his hands to run over your body. his palms slide over your breasts, adoring how soft they feel under yourā his shirt. your breath hitches at the brief contact, and the man above you takes this opportunity to ease his tongue into your mouth.
as toji continues to kiss you tenderly, he inches his hands up past the hem of your shirt, taking note that the only layer you have under is your panties. he alternates between thumbing gentle circles and caressing along your sides, intending to work you up real good before he even thinks about taking his own pants off. you notice that your boyfriendās hands donāt move north or south; you can tell that he cares, but you feel teased at the same time. you pull away from the kiss to whine his name, a whine that barely leaves your mouth above a whisper. toji knows that you tend to get shy when the two of you are intimate, but if tojiās gonna break you in, heās gonna make you get used to being vocal. for just this once though, he acknowledges your pleading eyes, shaking his head.
āso needy,ā he coos, āyāknow i got you.ā
first choso drabble!
choso had always been obsessed with you one way or another. he always admired you from a safe distance, hearts practically in his eyes whenever you were around him. this sort of obsession only grew when yuji had gotten choso a phone and helped set up some social media accounts for him to keep in contact with various people, including you. he would spend literal hours just sitting in his bed late at night admiring your photos you've posted of yourself and your friends. he always thought you were gorgeous, down from your hair to your soft dewy skin.
it was one of those nights. choso had just finished hanging out with you, yuji, and a few of your other mutual friends. he thought you looked absolutely gorgeous today, with an outfit that highlighted your curves. seeing so much of your skin sparked something inside of him. whenever you were close enough to nudge his arm, or whenever he got a strong whiff of your perfume, he felt this intense warmth in his stomach and a growing warmth in his face.
he was utterly absorbed in your photos, eyes glued to his phone screen as he admired the photos you took tonight. there was one that had his breath catching in his throat, that familiar warmth dropping down into his stomach once again. it was a photo of you with a big smile, leaning forward to the camera with a drink in hand with your arm slung over chosos shoulder. from the photo, he could get a good view of your tits, full and squeezed tightly in your shirt. it brought a sudden heat to his cheeks, feeling his breath stutter slightly.
nsfw under the cut!
choso drabble
MDNI 18+
choso had always been obsessed with you one way or another. he always admired you from a safe distance, hearts practically in his eyes whenever you were around him. this sort of obsession only grew when yuji had gotten choso a phone and helped set up some social media accounts for him to keep in contact with various people, including you. he would spend literal hours just sitting in his bed late at night admiring your photos you've posted of yourself and your friends. he always thought you were gorgeous, down from your hair to your soft dewy skin.
it was one of those nights. choso had just finished hanging out with you, yuji, and a few of your other mutual friends. he thought you looked absolutely gorgeous today, with an outfit that highlighted your curves. seeing so much of your skin sparked something inside of him. whenever you were close enough to nudge his arm, or whenever he got a strong whiff of your perfume, he felt this intense warmth in his stomach and a growing warmth in his face.
he was utterly absorbed in your photos, eyes glued to his phone screen as he admired the photos you took tonight. there was one that had his breath catching in his throat, that familiar warmth dropping down into his stomach once again. it was a photo of you with a big smile, leaning forward to the camera with a drink in hand with your arm slung over chosos shoulder. from the photo, he could get a good view of your tits, full and squeezed tightly in your shirt. it brought a sudden heat to his cheeks, feeling his breath stutter slightly.
nsfw under the cut!