[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
Ok, mother of GOD that's a lot of responses and I am but one man with Excel. I'll update these ASAP but also some rules:
A Pokemon only counts for itself, not its evolution line.
A Pokemon with multiple forms (like Zygarde) will only be counted for the specified form. A Pokemon with multiple appearances (like Spinda, Vivillon, Sylvally, etc.) count for all their appearances.
I'm literally doing this as a testament to my own depression that not everyone is lovable, so add that to the weight of this post's meaning.
18+ MDNI, smut - making husband!toji breed you when you're ovulating
you shake him awake at exactly 6:41am on a random tuesday.
toji blinks blearily. groans. tries to roll over and suffocate himself with your frilly pink pillow.
but he’s not getting away that easily.
you yank it away.
“toji.”
“no.”
“toji.”
“’m sick.”
“no you’re not. you never get sick. it’s a bit weird actually.”
“ANYWAY! you need to put a baby in me. now. like right now. ASAP no rocky.”
he freezes. one eye opens. slowly.
“excuse me.”
you pull your phone up and shove the screen into his face like a crazed gremlin. “look. LH surge. elevated BBT. cervical fluid is like, egg white-y.”
“this is prime time. textbook conditions to make a baby.”
he stares at the screen. then stares at you.
“you’re out of your mind, baby.”
ignoring him, you just straddle him.
you're in one of his oversized shirts with nothing on underneath. your hair all messy. eyes bright. cheeks flushed.
you look like a deranged fertility goddess and he’s so in love it’s disgusting.
he grabs your hips, palms warm and rough. “you are certifiably insane.”
“you’ve already said that.”
you lean down and kiss him sloppy and sweet.
he groans. cups your ass. lets you grind against the large tent in his boxers while muttering something about how you didn’t even give him time to pee first.
you reach between you and tug his waistband down. toji lets out a groan when your small hand wraps around him.
“you’re already hard,” you whisper smugly.
he flips you over. kisses your neck. pulls the shirt off you.
you’re giggling under him, all soft and happy and wild-eyed.
he hooks your knees up and over his broad shoulders. spreads you open and just stares.
“jesus. you weren’t kidding about the fluid.”
“shut up! it means i’m healthy.”
he snorts. strokes himself once. lines up against your soaked cunt.
“ready, ovary queen?”
“breach the cervix, king.”
he chokes on a laugh and then pushes in.
your brain promptly shuts off.
his cock is big. always has been. long and veiny and thick. so fucking thick. he fucks you hard. almost as if he can impregnate you through sheer force. your legs wrap around his waist on instinct.
you moan.
“fuck, baby,” he groans, pressing in to the hilt. “still so fuckin’ tight. how are we supposed to get a kid through here.”
“shut up and breed me,” you pant.
he barks a breathy laugh and pounds into you.
you don’t last long. unsurprisingly.
you’re so wet. the slide of him is obscene. your hips lifting to meet every thrust.
his arms are caging you in. the headboard knocks the wall every time he thrusts into you.
“gonna give you a baby,” he pants. “stuff you full.”
“all those stupid ovulation charts and apps, baby, you don’t need ‘em. im gonna knock you up so good, right fuckin’ now.”
he angles his hips and you feel his cock hit that one spot. the one that makes you see stars behind your eyes .
you whimper.
“ahh, there it is,” toji smirks. his thumb now rubbing fast circles over your puffy clit.
your legs are legs trembling. hands fisting the sheets as you come hard. your body pulses around him, warm and tight and too damn perfect.
he follows fast. pulls you flush against him and spills deep inside you with a groan.
toji buries himself to the hilt, staying there. feeling his thick seed leak out of you.
a few minutes later, you’re still wrapped around him with his cock softening inside you.
but you’re already scrolling on your phone like a psycho.
he groans. “please. don’t chart the exact ejaculation timestamp.”
you hum. “wasn’t gonna. was just googling to see if doing a headstand after sex actually helps.”
“oh my days.”
you grin.
he sighs, dragging a hand over his face. “i hope this kid comes out with your looks but not your madness.”
you press a kiss to his jaw.
“nah, they’ll be perfect. just like you.”
toji just growls and flips you over again.
guess he must really want that baby...
A/N: bc this is apart of fushiguro family series, it's a lot more goofy than usual... so don't mind the wacky stuff on here lol! also i'm glad tumblr's back online... i was going thru it.
everything felt perfect. your makeup, your hair, your nails, absolutely everything.
even your friends who constantly teased you for bickering with toji over test scores were actually being pretty nice, offering to cut his hair off in his sleep if he tried anything funny with you tonight.
prom was likely the last time you’d be seeing any of these people dressing fancy again so you figured it was best you outshined them - which you did. the dress you picked out was beautiful, flattering every curve and tone of your body like you were some type of goddess.
the last time you saw toji was your chem class. he donned his usual outfit, that stupid black compression shirt and his stupid grey sweats, a smug look on his face when he saw you crumble over losing to him in the recent test score by one tiny mark.
“such a shame, ain’t it?” he stifled a laugh without really trying to hide it, paper still raised with his perfect score plastered in the corner. “guess y’should’ve studied more.”
the bastard probably cheated. at least, that’s what you told yourself; you didn’t wanna believe he actually outdid you this term.
either way, you were set on avoiding him and his sexy ugly scarred face. you pushed the gym doors open, fairy lights illuminating the basketball lined floor.
everyone else arriving before you were in a world of their own. they danced, filled cups with punch, the usual highschool prom ‘routine.’ everyone except for the tall figure standing at the other end of the room.
the man wearing a tuxedo way too tight for him, buttons ready to burst at the seams, in the exact same color as your dress. it was almost laughable. almost.
until you finally looked up to reach his face. toji, the one person you’d probably rather die than be associated with at all, staring right back at you with an eyebrow quirked up in amusement.
before you had room to confront him yourself - at least quietly - he stalked towards you in a couple long strides. his immature group of friends, namely satoru, all made rather loud ‘oooo’s when he approached you.
“really?” he mused, muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. “you couldn’t find your own color?”
“fuck off, toji,” you spat in response, feigning assertiveness and crossing your own arms as well. judging by the staggering height difference, though, it was clear who had the upper hand. “you probably planned this, you’re a creep!”
toji barked a laugh, one that echoed throughout the school gym. everyone’s eyes were on you two now but it was obvious he didn’t care.
“i’m a creep? you rocked up to this place wearin’ my color. that’s on you.” his tone, albeit amused, felt mocking. like he knew exactly how to rile you up and it was working.
you didn’t get the chance to retort. the night had only just begun, pools of people filling the room along with your friends who swept you away before world war three.
but his eyes stayed trained on you.
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you had no idea just how long toji’s gaze lingered on your dress and the way it made you look fifty times more enticing than you already did. it’s not like he liked you or anything, he just liked that you looked a little more put together.
that was all. nothing else. you always show up to class prioritising comfort so it was nice to see something new, right? definitely not like his ears were tinting more and more pink with every teasing remark that left his white-haired friend’s mouth.
“you guys really are matching! did you buy from the same store?” he blabbered on, both hands holding two different types of punch and popcorn stuck in his teeth, “are you guys secretly together?!”
“no.” toji grumbled under his breath. for a second it looked like he was testing the idea of it in his head - it didn’t take long at all for gojo to notice and give him a headache over it.
but it’s not like you were safe either. everywhere you went, the guy nitpicking your answers for every exam was somehow there too. your friends poked you about it all night long, half asking if you were okay and half giggling at the sight of you and toji angrily stood next to each other like a bickering married couple.
by the time the party was over and people began finding their way home, you were exhausted and conflicted.
there is no way in hell you’d admit you felt a little tingle somewhere in the back of your brain every time his large hand brushed yours at the food table, or the fact your stomach practically did a somersault when he mumbled at you in that looowww voice to watch where you were walking whenever you happened to ‘bump into him.’
but the feelings were there. and for some reason, so was toji. he stood next to you as you sat on the curb, phone almost dead in your hands as you waited for your ride.
you could’ve sworn you heard him stammer a little when he tried to crack a joke about the accidental matching - which earned a half glance and an awkward “haha, yeah.”
the cold night air brushed against your skin, goosebumps riding up your arm. he looked like he wanted to pass you his blazer, only for a moment, before staring into the distance and mumbling again.
“you goin’ home? there’s an afterparty.”
you froze.
was toji… inviting you? there’s no way. your body stiffens for a moment before you glance up at his towering frame, trying to be as gentle as he seemed compared to how you’d usually treat each other.
“don’t people need invitations for afterparties?” you twiddle your thumbs, tension thick enough to poke through with a plastic fork.
toji beckoned to his car, rough hands stuffed in his pockets. “people can take plus ones. i’m offerin’, dumbass.”
if this was in your typical class setting, or between periods when he’d insult you for whatever reason, you’d have punched him square in the face despite the fact he probably wouldn’t feel it too much.
but this wasn’t one of those times.
“i can cancel my ride home.”
and for the first time knowing him as the dick who constantly gloated his victory against your own, you saw toji genuinely smile a little - his lips tugging into what seemed like a smirk he didn’t want to show. <3
a/n oh my gosh this is so rushed !! sorry hehe , this is my first time writing a prompt like this so i hope i did well ^-^ enjoy ! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა
thinking about toji ‘im not gay’ fushiguro who every night without fail, ends up in shiu’s bed, face buried into the pillows, ass up
like clockwork, begging shiu for it, but also very clear in the fact that he’s ’definitely not gay, okay?’
shiu shakes his head weakly, nodding. ‘yeah, i know’, cig dangling lazily from his lips whilst he pushes himself back in watching toji’s puckering ass swallow every inch
shiu willing to let him be in denial for as long as he needs if thats what he wants, doesnt change a thing anyways, he knows tojis still gonna end up in his bed the next night, and the next, and the next…
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✦ ꒰ა icky gamer!toji fushiguro x fem!afab!reader ໒꒱ ✦
toji as ur gross bf that plays PC games !!!
— genre . . . EXPLICIT//MDNI
— contents . . . non-canon compliant, pervy!toji,, league of legends jargon, c//ckwarming, fingering, oral (male receiving), p in v, making out, alcohol, vaping, toji bein' gross, slight size dif?, petnames [baby, doll], use of [pussy, cunt], exhibitionism, dumbification
— song suggestions . . . "summer breeze" by type o negative
— notes . . . blame @kasukuna . . . not proofread !
if ur interested in more icky discord mod bf’s, check out this post abt nanami by kashi :3
✦ more below the cut ! MDNI
icky gamer! toji that comes home from his mid-shift at the local pub, finally able to kick back and relax by playing league of legends. his set-up is fucking prestigious, and it's the only thing he spends his money on other than you and some grub.
icky gamer! toji who ignores all the pings from his stupid friends in the discord server begging him to queue with them because he just wants to listen to music, drink beer, and hit blinkers on his strawberry-watermelon vape.
icky gamer! toji that lets you sit in his lap and choose his champion, rolling his eyes a little when you pick the "cute" one
"seriously?" he pouts as you hover the mouse over vex.
"she's grumpy 'n stuff like you!" you'd giggle as he locks his pick, changing his runes to make sure he does a good amount of damage, almost like he wanted to pick this champion to play...
icky gamer! toji who makes you cockwarm him while he clicks around on his mouse and keyboard. he doesn't give a damn if you're watching or not, so long as you're just hanging out with him. he likes feeling you squirm around 'n whine about him bein' too big.
icky gamer! toji that grunts out insults to his teammates, and you listen all cute 'n confused, especially when his teammates start flaming him
"baby, what's a bottom-feeder?"
"ji, why did your teammate call you a cocksucking boosted e-girl?"
"aw, he called you lil bro! that's a bit sweet^^!"
icky gamer! toji who has you hold up his vape to him so he can keep his hands on his keyboard, or even makes you take a hit before kissin' him to push the smoke into his mouth
icky gamer! toji that's a really little easily distracted by you, letting you make out with him between death-timers or bounce on his cock while he plays. he loves hearing your breathy little whines for him to quit playin' 'n to give you sweet lovin's.
"toojiii, c'mon..." you'd whimper as the speakers blare with the sounds of spellcasting and pinging. toji can barely hear the sound of his cock pumpin in and out of your gushy cunt as he squints at his monitor, teeth baring as he focuses on the teamfight he was currently busting his ass while trying not to bust inside of you.
icky gamer! toji that, when he's a lil drunk, tells his teammates that he's currently getting head and probably won't play very well in lane, and he proves that by accidentally flashing 3-minutes into the game because you gave his balls a lil squeeze
icky gamer! toji who plays with your clit whenever he can, nipping at your neck and telling you to behave. his keyboard hand stays between your thighs as he CS's, only caring to farm minions and not actually fight the enemy laner in favour of your cute pussy.
icky gamer! toji that doesn't give a shit if his friends can hear you when he finally decides to hop onto call. hell, he'll even make you wear his headset so they can listen to you while he fucks the shit out of you.
"nngh- ough...! toji~♡"
"y'havin' fun, y/n?"
"y-yesshh~♡ mff- ji, c'mon-! cum inside me~♡!"
"so loud~ y'gunna cum for him, baby?"
"mm-hmm..! m'so close, toru~"
icky gamer! toji turns on his webcam and lets all his buddies watch as he folds you up in his lap, your knees to your chin as he basically uses you as his fleshlight. your cunt is gushin' with arousal, his cock jumbling up your insides as drool dribbles down your chin. satoru's practically announcing to the server that you're getting fucked within an inch of your life, sukuna's calling you degrading little names, choso's about to explode with how much he's been edging himself, and nanami's definitely take screenshots to look back on.
icky gamer! toji that posts sloppy videos of him fucking you in a private channel in the server, ranging from make-outs to full blown twt-porn quality videos
icky gamer! toji that rubs his sex life into everyone's faces. he prides himself in being the only league of legends player in the world that actually knows what a pair of tits look and feel like, and he definitely yaps about how cute your pussy is
icky gamer! toji who leaves games mid-way just to bend you over his desk or drag you to bed 'n fuck you, because screw league of legends. he honestly has better things to do at his grown age.
bonus !! he lets u have e-sex with sukuna if he isn't home to take care of u <3 he'll even let u play games with him if u feel confident, but otherwise, you put that lovense to good use as long as u send him vids <3 they have a groupchat of just u three and most of the chat is just phonecalls and lots n lots of nudes <3
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