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pairing. nerdy!toji fushiguro x fem!reader
cw. public-ish sex, jealousy, riding, thumb sucking, possessive!reader, territorial behavior, very subtle femdom energy, toji being too sweet and too fuckable for his own good, claiming in a library after-hours
you weren’t supposed to see it.
you were just stopping by the library to pick up your notes—left them in the second floor study lounge during your 4 p.m. calc panic—and figured you’d be in and out before the closing lights even flickered.
but fate, as always, had other plans.
the laugh catches your ear before anything else. it’s high and girlish and artificial in a way that makes your jaw tighten without thinking. the math aisle curves into a little alcove near the back, and as you round the corner, you catch the tail end of a sentence:
“oh my god, you’re so smart.”
you stop walking.
I just wanted to say i love ur writing! Kissessss xxxx
— late return.
pairing. nerdy!toji fushiguro x fem!reader
cw. public-ish sex, jealousy, riding, thumb sucking, possessive!reader, territorial behavior, very subtle femdom energy, toji being too sweet and too fuckable for his own good, claiming in a library after-hours
you weren’t supposed to see it.
you were just stopping by the library to pick up your notes—left them in the second floor study lounge during your 4 p.m. calc panic—and figured you’d be in and out before the closing lights even flickered.
but fate, as always, had other plans.
the laugh catches your ear before anything else. it’s high and girlish and artificial in a way that makes your jaw tighten without thinking. the math aisle curves into a little alcove near the back, and as you round the corner, you catch the tail end of a sentence:
“oh my god, you’re so smart.”
you stop walking.
filthy 1am thoughts (05)
ghostface!toji x fem!reader — comments and reblogs are appreciated <3
although you’re not 100% sure how you ended up with your face smushed into the wall, hands pinned behind your back like you’re being arrested, you find toji’s breathing in your ear—muffled through the ghostface mask—and he sounds fucking rabid.
“you like this shit, huh?” he pants, dragging your wrists up higher, chest caging your back. “dressed like a little slut, opening that door like you were expecting me.”
you’re trying to speak—trying to get words out—but he’s grinding against your ass so slow and heavy it knocks the air out of your lungs.
his cock’s not even inside you yet, but it feels like it. hard and thick under his pants, pressing up between your thighs where your pussy’s already wet and leaking through your panties. he’s not even trying to hide how he’s rutting into you. slow and mean. like he wants to break you in with your clothes still on.
“fuck,” he mutters under the mask. “you’re already soaking my cock and i haven’t even pulled it out.”
filthy 1am thoughts (05)
ghostface!toji x fem!reader — comments and reblogs are appreciated <3
although you’re not 100% sure how you ended up with your face smushed into the wall, hands pinned behind your back like you’re being arrested, you find toji’s breathing in your ear—muffled through the ghostface mask—and he sounds fucking rabid.
“you like this shit, huh?” he pants, dragging your wrists up higher, chest caging your back. “dressed like a little slut, opening that door like you were expecting me.”
you’re trying to speak—trying to get words out—but he’s grinding against your ass so slow and heavy it knocks the air out of your lungs.
his cock’s not even inside you yet, but it feels like it. hard and thick under his pants, pressing up between your thighs where your pussy’s already wet and leaking through your panties. he’s not even trying to hide how he’s rutting into you. slow and mean. like he wants to break you in with your clothes still on.
“fuck,” he mutters under the mask. “you’re already soaking my cock and i haven’t even pulled it out.”
filthy 1am thoughts (04)
just your boyfriend(s)— aka jjk men being pussy drunk for their girlfriend. mdni! cw: pussydrunk!jjk men, filthy bull
your man’s shoulders spread your thighs like he has been deprived of getting his hand on you, cheek pressed into your inner thigh just to feel how hard you throb when he spits on your pussy like it’s nothing.
doesn’t even bother warming you up with fingers. doesn’t bother being nice. you’re already soaked—he made sure of that twenty minutes ago when he talked about what he was gonna do.
the way he leaned down and said it slow, in that low murmur like you weren’t gonna start dripping through your underwear just from hearing it: “gonna get my whole fuckin’ face in it. right here,” he said, thumb dragging through your folds like he was clearing a path.
sure it turned you on but you’re still shy with him being so bare for you and when you tried to make an excuse, your man hit you with: “you think i care how messy it gets? c’mon, y’know want it messy.” he breathes on your hot skin. “wanna ruin you with my mouth.”
filthy 1am thoughts (03)
best friend’s dad!toji x fem!reader — mdni! this is basically what a horny bsf’s dad toji would do to you every time you two are togethe.
best friend’s dad!toji who spits on your pussy before sliding in just to watch you squirm. says “you like that, huh? fuckin’ messy little thing” but his thumb’s already circling your clit with the kind of pressure that makes your hips lift off the bed.
best friend’s dad!toji who grabs your chin and makes you open your mouth wide, shoving his fingers past your tongue like “you cryin’ already, baby? didn’t even stretch you yet.” and he doesn’t pull out until your eyes roll.
— keep it secret.
toji as your brother’s best friend who’s also like a brother in public but fingers you secretly behind the doors is just…
your brother left to grab snacks.
ten, maybe fifteen minutes tops. enough time for a grocery run. not enough time to be doing this. not enough time for you to be in toji’s lap, thighs spread, skirt bunched around your waist, and his fingers knuckle-deep inside you.
but here you are anyway.
the door’s still shut. your breathing’s not.
“fuckin’ filthy,” toji mutters against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin like he could taste your pulse. “i don’t even have to ask if you’re wet.”
you are. soaked, actually. embarrassingly so.
his fingers slide out and back in with ease, curling slow, dragging against that one sweet spot that makes your back arch and your knees shake. he knows exactly what he’s doing. of course he does. this man’s dangerous with his hands and even worse with that smug-ass voice.
“what would he think, huh?”
toji’s mouth moves lazily along your jaw, kissing between words, fingers never stopping.
“his sweet little sister like this—legs wide, whimperin’ in my lap like she’s never been touched before.”
you try to bite your lip to keep the sound in, but it slips anyway—soft, high, trembling at the edge.
toji grins.
“that’s it. let me hear you.”
his thumb brushes your clit, featherlight. teasing. “toji..” you jerk. he laughs, low and dark.
“you’re so fuckin’ sensitive. has no one touched you like this before?”
you don’t answer. you can’t. not when your body’s already reacting to him like it’s the only thing that matters.
“you’re squeezin’ my fingers so tight, baby,” he groans, pressing his palm harder against you, letting you grind down. “you want more?”
you nod. it’s pathetic how quick it is. how desperate.
he rewards you with a slow roll of his wrist, fucking into you deeper, the rhythm dragging slick sounds into the air between you. your thighs are shaking. your hands are fisting the hem of his shirt. your eyes are glassy and wide and blinking way too fast.
“so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he says, voice quieter now. tender. cruel.
“fuckin’ leaking all over my hand and you’re still takin’ it like a good girl.”
you don’t realize you’re clenching around him until he groans again—this time sharper, almost strained.
“yeah, keep doin’ that and you’re gonna cum all over me.”
you whimper. your hips are chasing his hand now, rolling without control. you can’t even be embarrassed about it—not when his fingers are everywhere you need them to be.
“you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?”
he nips your earlobe, free hand sliding up your stomach, holding you tighter.
“gonna let me make a mess outta you before he gets back?”
you nod, breathless. you’re right there, dizzy with it. and the second his thumb presses down—
you shatter.
quietly, but fully. jaw slack, back arched, thighs trembling as your body gives in. his fingers never stop moving—just enough to pull it out of you. just enough to worship it.
“there we go,” he whispers. kisses the side of your face like you didn’t just cum on his hand. “that’s my girl.”
you’re still shaking when he finally pulls out, wiping his fingers along your inner thigh like he wants to leave a mark there.
and then—
he licks them clean.
“next time,” he says with a smirk, as you catch your breath, “you’re riding me.”
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filthy 1am thoughts (03)
best friend’s dad!toji x fem!reader — mdni! this is basically what a horny bsf’s dad toji would do to you every time you two are togethe.
best friend’s dad!toji who spits on your pussy before sliding in just to watch you squirm. says “you like that, huh? fuckin’ messy little thing” but his thumb’s already circling your clit with the kind of pressure that makes your hips lift off the bed.
best friend’s dad!toji who grabs your chin and makes you open your mouth wide, shoving his fingers past your tongue like “you cryin’ already, baby? didn’t even stretch you yet.” and he doesn’t pull out until your eyes roll.
— stress relief.
boss!toji fushiguro x mistress!fem!reader — cw: MDNI, dishonesty, vulgarity, phone sex, dom!toji, mutual masturbation, no string attached (who knows tho??)
he calls just past midnight, when the rain’s light and the world’s quiet and you’ve just stepped out of the shower, warm and freshly lotioned, robe sliding down one shoulder like it always does when you’re not paying attention.
the name lights up your phone like it owns the screen.
incoming call…
Mr. Fushiguro. 💼
not “work.” not “unknown.” not anything you could ever explain to someone else.
you answer before the second ring.
“mr. fushiguro.” your voice comes out softer than you mean, breath still sticky with steam, body still humming from the heat, and you already know what kind of night this is turning into by the way he exhales into the line—low and long like he’s been waiting for you to pick up all day.
“hey, pretty girl.”
his voice is smooth, calm, deep enough to curl under your skin and settle there. “you alone?”
filthy 1am thoughts (02)
pussy drunk!criminal!toji x cop!fem!reader
you don’t know how you ended up like this.
maybe it started when you unlocked the cell. maybe it started the first time he called you “pretty girl” and didn’t mean it like an insult.
but right now? none of that matters.
you’re flat on your back on the prison cot, legs hanging off the edge, your shirt open, bra pushed up, pants and underwear long gone. the uniform that once meant something is in a pile on the dirty cement floor.
and toji’s cock is buried so deep inside you, all you can do is cry.
his body is massive over you. thighs thick, muscles hard, sweat dripping off his chest as he slowly fucks up into you, pelvis grinding, dragging his cock along every sensitive ridge inside you like he’s trying to dig your name out of you.
but you don’t know your name anymore.
all you know is yes, and please, and deeper, and fuck, toji, don’t stop—
— under pressure.
cw: mdni, boss!toji x mistress!fem!reader — oral fixation, cheating, blowjob under desk, spit/mess, heavy tension, slight power play, public risk, eye contact, dirty talk, reader gets off on being his secret, slight dom!toji, possessive toji, (needs warning) flushed toji — like & reblog if you enjoy!
the office is quiet except for the soft hum of the overhead lights and the slow, wet sounds coming from beneath the desk.
your knees are dug into the plush carpet, thighs parted for balance, hands resting on his thick thighs as you suck him slow—just the flushed head of his cock between your lips, tongue swirling, teasing, lips barely touching the shaft. lazy. deliberate. torturous.
he’s trying not to react.
he’s failing.
“shit fuck,” toji mutters under his breath, one hand tangled in your hair as he leans back in his chair, suit jacket stretched across his wide chest. “y’know what that mouth does to me, baby?”
hi! just a question because i’ve seen many writers who frequently use daddy kink but don’t write DDLG. i feel like the themes are often the same (small, innocent, girly reader) so it’s just a bit confusing to me? is the difference simply one is actively pretending to be a little girl? i asked since i saw your rules! not trying to single you out. just genuinely curious and hoping i don’t sound insensitive not being able to tell the difference…
hi love, not insensitive at all! that’s actually such a thoughtful question and nice that you’re asking instead of assuming.
so basically, the daddy kink by itself is usually more about the power dynamic, the praise, the protectiveness, and sometimes the dom/sub tension; like being called “good girl,” getting taken care of, or a dom saying “daddy knows best.” it can totally include softer, more nurturing dynamics, or a bratty back-and-forth, but it doesn’t necessarily mean the reader is acting like a child. it’s more of a role or title that evokes authority and care in a sexy way.
on the other hand, DDLG (which stands for daddy dom/little girl) is a full-on roleplay lifestyle kink that does usually involve age regression or pretending to be younger (like speaking in a little voice, using pacis, stuffies, rules, routines, etc.). it can be sexual or non-sexual, depending on the people involved, but it’s always more structured and intentional about that “little” identity.
so the main difference is really the intent and depth of roleplay. just because someone likes being called “daddy” or writes soft/submissive reader characters doesn’t mean they’re into DDLG at all.
and again dw, you didn’t sound rude or ignorant. you actually asked in the kindest way possible. hope that clears it up a bit. always happy to explain stuff like this if you’re ever unsure 💕
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— off the clock.
cw: boss!toji x mistress!reader — mdni. explicit. raw backseat sex. overstimulation (m). lipstick. thumb sucking. car smells like sweat & sex. guilt. daddy kink. married man. emotional rot.
the car smells like sex.
not perfume. not aftershave. not even the new car scent that used to linger.
no, it smells like the mess you made out of him. sweat and slick and something darker—something animal, something wrong. and you don’t stop riding him.
not even when his head falls back against the leather, sweat dripping down his throat, fists clenched at your hips.
“fuck—baby, wait—”
his voice cracks, gravel-rough and desperate.
“‘m too sensitive—c-can’t—”
you don’t listen.
you never listen.
you grind down harder. slow, tight circles of your hips, pussy choking around his cock, sucking him back in like you’re trying to fuse your body with his.
“thought you said you could go again,” you whisper, lips brushing his neck.
“was that a lie?”
he groans. long and guttural.
his cock’s still hard, twitching inside you, even after he already emptied himself twice tonight. once bent over your office desk. again against the back door of the car.
now? he’s ruined. overstimmed and soaked in sweat, undone in the most humiliating way.
and you’re sitting right on top of his thick cock like it’s yours.
“fuckin’ hell—”
he braces a hand on the seat behind you.
the other slides down to your waist, gripping hard.
you lean forward, licking at the smudge of lipstick smeared across his jawline.
“you can’t even sit still,” you murmur, tongue dragging slow down his throat.
“so noisy, daddy. what would your wife say if she saw you like this?”
his whole body tenses.
you feel it—every twitch, every pulse of his cock throbbing inside you, still so wide it stretches you in a way no one else ever could. the girth of it makes your pussy flutter, already aching and sore, yet greedy for more.
“don’t—don’t bring her into this,” he grits.
but you’re already lifting your hips, dragging your soaked folds up his cock, so slow the head catches and drags against your walls like a threat.
his tie’s hanging crooked around his neck. his shirt is half-open, buttons lost somewhere in the front seat. his thighs are trembling beneath you, hair stuck to his forehead.
and god, he looks ruined.
“daddy,” you whisper sweetly.
“you gonna cum again for me?”
he growls.
that’s the only word for it. animal, broken, frustrated.
but then—you slide your thumb into his mouth.
and that breaks him.
his eyes roll back as you press the pad of your thumb to his tongue.
he moans around it, lips parting wider, sucking it in deep.
you watch him fall apart, chest heaving under you, whole body jerking as your cunt squeezes tight around his cock—wet, hot, unforgiving.
“just wanna feel you,” you whisper.
“wanna milk you dry. wanna make you beg me to stop.”
his hands dig into your waist.
and he begs.
“please—can’t—baby, please—gonna cum—”
you lean close, tongue in his ear, riding him faster now.
“then cum for me, daddy.”
and he does.
it hits him like a wave—hips jerking up off the seat, mouth falling open around your thumb, cock twitching so violently you feel the spill of it pump inside you, thick and hot and never-ending.
you don’t stop moving. not right away. you roll your hips gently, milking him, while his entire body trembles under yours.
“f-fuck,” he gasps, voice breaking.
his grip on your waist tightens, finally stilling you.
“no more,” he whispers.
“can’t.”
you press a kiss to his lips, tender and slow. he kisses back, dizzy and fucked-out.
your sweat-slick bodies stay tangled, your pussy still wrapped around his cock, keeping him deep inside you.
and then—buzz.
his phone lights up in the front seat.
you glance over his shoulder. he doesn’t.
but the name at the top of the screen makes your stomach drop.
“wife 💕”
you freeze.
the message previews automatically, cruel and quiet.
wife 💕 [11:36pm]
megumi fell asleep waiting for you. he was so excited to see you before bed… we miss you. 💕
behind the text, a picture.
his lockscreen.
his wife and son.
in a park. arms around each other. smiling.
the shame hits you like a slap. like you weren’t just full of him two seconds ago. like his cock isn’t still pulsing weakly inside your dripping pussy.
toji exhales through his nose.
doesn’t look. doesn’t speak.
you don’t climb off him.
not yet.
you just stare at the phone. and wonder why it hurts
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OH SNAP well I need more now
It is CANON Gojo is WHITE it’s SHOWN in the manga anime and official art.
It is CANON megumi is WHITE it’s SHOWN in the manga anime and official art.
It is CANON Nanami is WHITE it’s SHOWN in the manga anime and official art.
It is CANON Geto is WHITE it’s SHOWN in the manga anime and official art.
um, are you requesting or is this just a saying and race involved stuff (?)