SYPNOSIS .ᐟ quiet, late nights with toji after he gets home from a long mission
⋆ INCLUDES fluff, dad! toji, domestic scenes, mentions of brief and not sexual nudity
⌗ A NOTE FROM MADDIE ⸝⸝ was a little sad so i thought i'd write some more comforting/peaceful little drabbles
It's past midnight when your husband gets home. You've fallen asleep on the couch (again). The TV is quiet, playing something you don't remember turning on, and you jolt awake when it's suddenly turned off. The silence fills the room uncomfortably, and you open one eye to see Toji in front of you, setting the remote back down.
He's wordless as he turns back to you, and silent still when he picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and bury your face into his neck, and you feel his hands on your butt, holding you.
"You shouldn't be waitin' up for me. Gotta sleep," he says roughly.
"I can't sleep without you," you mumble back. He's too tired to retort, so he just continues climbing the stairs. As you pass your son's bedroom, he pauses.
"Gumi asleep?"
You nod. He continues walking. He opens the door to your bedroom quietly, and sets you gently on the bed. Only then do you finally get a good look at him. He's got dried blood on both forearms and a little on his face. More noticeably, however, are the bags under his eyes, the exhaustion in his face. "S' not mine," he mutters, watching you give him a mental once over. He turns around, starts stripping his clothes off. "Gonna shower."
You want to go with him—to hold him and wash his hair and clean the blood off of him—but you know he'd rather decompress by himself. If he wants your touch (and you know he does), he'll find it when he's clean.
Not long after Toji disappears into the bathroom, your door creaks open. Megumi is standing in the doorway, clutching a stuffed dog and rubbing his eyes sleepily in the dim light of Toji's bedside lamp. "Mama?"
"Hi, baby," you hum, opening your arms to welcome him into your embrace. He crawls up the bed toward you, climbing onto your lap.
"Is Daddy home?"
Your heart melts a little. He loves his dad so much. "Mhm. He's showering now. Want to stay here until he's done so you can say goodnight?"
Megumi nods sleepily.
Soon after, Toji emerges. He's shirtless, wearing only black pajama pants and drying his hair with a towel. He pauses when he sees you and Megumi waiting for him in bed. His face softens—a rare flicker of a smile crosses his scarred lips. He climbs into bed and pulls you close. He shuts his eyes, and you can see his defenses going down.
"Say night night, Gumi. Daddy is tired," you hum.
Megumi hugs his father and kisses his cheek. "Night night, Daddy."
"I love you, Gumi," Toji says softly, squeezing him.
"Love you too, Daddy."
You take Megumi and put him back to bed. When you return to your bedroom, Toji is half asleep. He lifts one arm for you without opening his eyes, and you crawl into his embrace, settling with your face in his neck and your legs tangled with his. He wraps his arm tight around you and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.
"I love coming home to you."
You hum softly, and for a moment, you're certain of something. For all of Toji's grumpiness and flaws and extreme family issues, you love him more than you've ever loved anything before. And that's how you know:
Toji gives the wettest kisses. The type of kisses where you have to wipe off the glossy spit with your palm when he moves away, giggling out his name that has Toji pulling right back in.
"Don't ya like my kisses, doll?" He'd say right against your skin. He'd hold your wrists, licking his lips, before he kisses just off from where the first kiss was placed. "What're yer wipin' them away for?"
“we’re supposed to be watching the movie, baby,” you giggled as toji wouldn’t stop kissing your chubby cheeks. he only smiled and kissed you more, moving down to your neck, soon switching positions and placing himself between your legs. you giggled as he left sweet kisses on your pudgy tummy, feeling him smile into your skin. getting to hold you and caress your skin was bliss for him, he always felt like he just couldn’t get enough.
your hands moved to his head, manicured nails scratching his scalp. he groaned and tugged off your shorts, leaving you in your pretty pink panties. he leaned back, drinking you in. your eyes were blown out and your shirt was slightly rolled up. he let his eyes flow down your figure, seeing your plush thighs squeezed by the fabric of your panties along with a small wet spot seeping through the material. he looked back up to see your eyes staring into his, awaiting his next move.
before you knew it his lips were on yours– you closed your eyes and concentrated on the feeling. the love, passion, and energy between you was like a current. he smiled into the kiss, thinking the same as you.
you pulled away, chest heaving and eyes heavy.
“you’re so beautiful like this, you know?” he questioned breathily.
your face grew hot for what felt like the millionth time that night.
unable to express yourself, you looked down at your bare thighs, a shy, little smile gracing your features. he sat across from you admiring how you reacted to him, his love for you evident in his expression.
before you knew it, your ankle was in his grasp, warm & wet kisses being traced down your foot. this was one of his favorite things to do– to see the intricate anklet he bought for you with his initial on it shine in the dim room. it just made him want you even more when you wore it. to him, you were letting everyone know he was yours and you were his– a symbol of your relationship.
you gasped at the contact, watching as he kissed up your legs, getting closer and closer to your thighs, and eventually assuming his original position between your legs. he brought his mouth to the wet spot on your panties and licked, making you whimper. your hands found their place back on his scalp, scratching and gripping, as he continued.
“lemme sit on your face” you finally breathed after his relentless teasing. your bottom lip found its way between your teeth awaiting his response.
he had been asking for months.
everytime you two got intimate, he practically begged you to do what you just asked him.
you had to admit, you were nervous being a bigger girl, but toji always assured you he would be fine.
“seriously?” he sat up and questioned. shocked that you were the one to ask.
you nodded with a small smirk. using a finger, you pushed on his chest signaling him to lay back to which he happily obliged.
you slid your panties off and crawled on top of him stopping at his chest, “toji are you sure?”
he squeezed your soft thigh reassuringly, “yes, sweetheart.” you felt his hand caress where he squeezed as you nodded your head and inched up the rest of the way, hovering your cunt over his mouth.
toji couldn’t hide his excitement any longer. the second you hovered over his mouth, he immediately gripped your plush hips, pressing your pussy against his mouth. your eyes widened as you let out a gasp, “toji-!”
but it was quickly silenced by your moan when his tongue started licking and sucking at your puffy clit. it was almost too much to handle. you could feel just how much he’s wanted to do this to you with every lick.
he was lost in your pussy. the noisy slurping noises that graced his ears, the feeling of your fat pussy lips around his mouth, simply feeling your weight on top of him– it was like paradise. he pulled away for a moment with heavy breaths, “y’r little pussy is so fucking good, baby.” he replaced his mouth with a thick finger, shoving it deep inside of you, making you throw your head back with a breathy moan of his name.
“gonna make you come on my face, sweetheart.” he growled before continuing his attack on your cunt with his mouth. his hands found their place on your hips, helping you grind back and forth, rubbing your slick across his face.
at this point, you didn’t have it in you to care about anything else other than your pleasure. you rubbed your pussy across his face hard, feeling how his tongue licked all around your pussy, occasionally finding its way into your hole. it just felt so so good. you couldn’t believe you’d gone all this time not letting him please you like this.
as you got closer to your release, you couldn’t help but let out little streams of, “oh my goodness, daddy!” and “please, daddy ‘m gonna come!”
he smirked and let out a chuckle that vibrated through your core, “daddy'll take real good care of you, baby.”
it took one nice, hard suck on your poor clit to make you come. you felt yourself riding his face, holding out your orgasm as long as possible. he didn’t stop sucking until you fully came down.
your body felt heavy as he wrapped his arms around you and gently flipped you over so that you were snuggled in his arms. he sweetly kissed across your face– from your forehead, to your nose, then your lips– as his rough hands caressed your body.
“thank you for letting me do that, doll.” he whispered as he kissed each of your cheeks, making you smile.
starting to feel sleepy, you nuzzled into his broad chest, “mhm… should let you more often.” you giggled together with him as he continued to love on you until you fell asleep.
bffs satosugu telling you to stop fucking on old man toji in the neighborhood (they’re jealous). you just pout n’ politely decline because toji pays your tuition n covers your rent consistently <333 (and his dick is thicker than your fucking forearm, and his voice makes your whole body clench—).
satoru pouts back. he would cover your rent in a heartbeat for the rest of your life.
“fucking me isn’t a requirement,” satoru hisses as he adjusts you in his lap. his big, warm hands coming up to pull you closer over his thigh. he’s gotten into quite the habit of disregarding your personal space. “but—but i’d never deny you if you asked, sweet thing.”
gojo who offers to pay ur bills n only asks that you sit on his face every now n’ then <33. and when he really needs it.
middle-aged toji who just grumbles and rolls his eyes when you tease him in public. he’s too lazy to pull you off his lap right now, and he’s not in the mood to argue with you. he leans back and watches you wiggle your hips, not bothering to fight the growing hardness in his pants. it’s past his bedtime, the music is too loud, and the drinks are shit. he lets you have your way for a bit, then drags you away—mirthfully announcing that your “old man” is too tired to hang. but the glint in his eyes tells you that the fun won’t be over quite yet; he’s going to deal with you once you get home.
toji’s reaction to reader calling him daddy for the very first time? <33
"Don't hide," toji chuckles from behind you. A large hand comes down to rest on your back, smoothing itself up and down the dip of your hips. "I heard that, y'know."
Heat floods your cheeks, and you mewl at the stretch of him.
"M'sorry–"
"Hm?" Toji's voice holds a patronizing tone, one that shivers through you.
"Didn't mean to– ha, shit," you moan, falling to the duvet, "I won't do it again."
Toji hikes a foot up to deepen the angle within you, groaning when you squeeze around him.
"Now why would I want that." He teases, pinching your hip. He grinds his hips into the plush of your ass, rutting up into you.
"Please–" you try, stuffing your face into the cream covers with a whine, "don't be mean."
"M'not." Toji chuckles, reaching a hand to thumb the base of your neck, "Daddy's just givin' you what you want, isn't he?"
You whine again, this time your voice muffles into the sheets.
"Don't hide from daddy," there's an airyness to his tone, one that suggests he's both interested and amused. "C'mon now," he leans over you to turn your head, "enough of that. There you go."
He makes sure you've caught his eyes before he pulls back to thrust into you gently. Watching as you break apart beneath his hand. It's rough, and it's all the same tender as he stretches your gummy walls and squeezes your plush hips.
"Tell daddy what you want." He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, nodding to you.
"Want you to cum in me," your voice is low.
"Uh, uh." Toji shakes his head, and his thick bangs of raven fall over his forehead, "you know what I wanna hear."
You hesitate, taking sharp breaths to blow time, whimpering and whining under him.
"Cut it out." Toji hisses, landing a quick slap to your thigh.
The reprimand works and you sniffle out, "want you to cum in me, daddy."
plot: you should've known that asking Toji to help you out of a hole would lead him inside another—or that time you got stuck in the dog house and he bailed on you for KFC.
tags: MDNI, stuck in a wall/hole, pet play (kinda), breeding, doggy style, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), spanking, pet names (bitch, baby), established relationship, crack plot, unsolicited kfc orders, i promise toji loves reader, he's just joking guys.
wc: 2.2k
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“Whatcha doing?”
Sarcasm rolls from your husband’s tongue as he stares down at you. Back arched, knees bent, and head encased by wooden planks. Not the most flattering position to be found in, especially with how the light autumn breeze blows at your dress and parts its layers, opening a window to the pink panties of your choice.
His question feels excessive. He knows exactly what you are doing. It was only this morning that you asked him to dig poor ol’ Mister Stinky’s remains from the dog house and he claimed he’d rather buy his son a replacement. No arguing there, but should Megumi see what became of his favored stuffed animal—fuzzy entrails gutted out of the frog’s shredded belly in a path initiating from his bedroom—he’ll be having nightmares for weeks to come.
Besides, you doubt synthetic is the kind of fiber your vet prescribed for your puppy's diet.
“What you should’ve done instead.” You finally spit out, contempt over what Toji’s long fingers could’ve accomplished without him needing to stick half his body into a hole like your, admittedly, dumbass self did.
“For thirty minutes straight? Damn, seems I overestimated ya.”
Even though your view of him is limited to a pair of overworn black slippers, you can vividly picture his scarred lips pulling over his teeth in another of his complacent smirks that scream I told you so.
“Don’t have anything better to do than time me?”
“Nah,” Toji drawls. “Grew tired of waiting on ya, so I thought I’d come see how it’s going.”
“It’s going great!” You lie through your teeth. Anyone with a functioning pair of eyes could see how non-great this is going. “Anything else you need?”
“Well it is noon.” He points out.
“And?”
“And my darling wife’s out ‘ere, rolling in the mud when she should be having lunch with me.”
A snort flares in your nostrils. He is unbelievable.
“What a cute way of letting me know you’re hungry, Toji. You know, if you’d actually helped, I would’ve had the time to set the table and give Mister Stinky a proper burial, but I can’t do both at the same time, can I?”
“Mhm, so how ‘bout we help each other?” He suggests, undeterred. “I get your ass out, and you cook us somethin’ tasty real quick.”
“Wh-who said I was stuck? I can get out whenever I want.”
“Really, huh? What keeps ya from getting out this instant, then?”
“I don’t want to.” You answer wryly. “I like it here. It’s quiet, and I could use some time for myself.”
“In the dog house.” His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth. He’s not buying an ounce of what you’re selling. “C’mon, don’t be stubborn. You’ll end up reeking of dung if ya stay here a minute longer. Lemme give ya a hand.”
You know that accepting his help comes at the exorbitant price of utter humiliation, but he’s got a point. Last night’s downpour emanates strongly from the saturated wood, a dizzying smell that turns overwhelming when combined with the strong odor of what you sincerely hope is not piss. Your knees are on the verge of collapsing, and there’s more dirt in your nails than if you dug a grave barehanded. Right now, a day in the bathtub seems like a panacea for your every issue.
Almost.
Kissing your teeth, you resign with a long-drawn sigh that’s barely audible over the rumble in your stomach. You shouldn’t have skipped breakfast.
A moment passes before you hear the crunch of leaves as they rustle beneath his feet; see a second pair of knees take place between your own. Then it’s two hands gripping at your hips, and eventually, a face—your husband’s handsome face that beams with a smug smile and eyes of mischief.
“Lookin’ good, sweetheart.” He greets, though you doubt he sees your face with all the hair that’s curtaining over your eyes while you hang upside down.
“What are you doing, Toji?” You recycle his question in an aggravated tone that fizzles out the second you feel his thumb press against your panties and tug the fabric to the side.
“Nothin’. Just curbing my hunger.” His finger teasingly glides across your nether lips and lands at your clit, while a palm large enough to envelope both your ass and cunt kneads at the tender flesh he’s offered. “Fridge’s empty, so.”
“This isn’t funny!”
“‘m not laughing, but c’mon. You hafta admit it’s pretty damn funny.” Warm air wafts from Toji’s mouth as he inches closer to your thighs. “Y’always whine when I fuck you from behind, but now? Look at you. Bent on all four like a real bitch.”
“T-Toji!”
Your breath hitches in your throat as he slides two fingers in your hole, languidly scissoring them in and out until there’s enough slick to lather your clit with. He circles around the nub while his fingers prod deeper inside, the icy touch of his wedding band clashing with the heat that sparks through your body when he bottoms out. A smothered moan gains echo as it bounces off the walls and into his ears.
“Such a well-trained pup,” Toji praises, retrieving his palm to lick his fingers. “Might win yourself a collar at this rate.”
You bite back your tongue before it can react to his backhanded comment, reminding yourself that you’re still outside, right where your neighbors can peek over the white picket fence for a quick hello and catch you slutting yourself out on your husband’s fingers.
“Can’t we continue this inside? Mrs. Honda is right next door, and M-Megumi—” You stutter when his palm returns to your body, its twin joining in spreading your cheeks further apart.
“Kid’s at school for another hour,” Toji mumbles, his hot tongue parting your folds with a long stroke that has your knees buckling. “So fuckin’ good,” he groans, his nose buried between your two holes while he lazily laps at your juices. “That sweet cunt is the reason why I married ya.”
You keen to his touch, hips bucking into his mouth, and walls clenching for more. “Only reason?”
“Nah. Consider that tight little ass as the second.”
His fingers burrow into the supple skin to squeeze at it, only lifting to deliver playful smacks that cause your ass to jiggle against his face. He growls into your pussy, mouthing all sorts of filth that gets drowned by your moans. It feels so good when he eats you out—it always does—but the probability of being caught in such a compromising position adds to the excitement.
The hand that’s trapped with you inside your pet’s house scratches at the wood, while the other rakes at the soil for grounding. Your orgasm creeps up on you, turning your vision blurry and tinting the darkness of space with colored specks. You are so close; all he needs to do is keep swirling at your clit, swallowing the entire bundle of nerves in his mouth, and sucking hard until—
“Ah, right.” He stops, words slurring from the threads of saliva that link his mouth with your cunt. “You said ya wanted time with yourself.”
Anger washes over you in place of the orgasm you were robbed of, the pleasurable fireworks traded for the obnoxious red alarm that goes off in your brain. “Toji, I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me right fucking now, the only lunch you’ll be seeing is KFC buckets for the rest of your life!”
A low chuckle falls flat from his lips. “Three. I love that snappy mouth ‘f yours.”
In an attempt to meet his eyes, you duck between your legs. Your hair mops the floor as you watch him pull down his pants and boxers, the last thing you see before blood shoots up in your head being the hard cock that dangles out of reach. The heat in your stomach stirs at the sight, anticipation building rapidly when you feel him run the reddened tip between your puffy folds.
“Sure you don’t want it here?” Toji taps his cock against your ass hole and your entire body jolts in response, a loud Toji amusing rather than deterring him. “A’right, a’right! Gotcha the first time.”
His profound dream of burying himself nine inches deep into your ass crumbles as he aligns his cock with the entrance of your pussy. You brace yourself, patiently awaiting that initial sting that never goes away; no matter how many times he fucks you or how diligently he preps you, the thickness of his girth always threatens to split you in half.
But now he’s stalling, a complacent smile sitting on his lips while he contemplates your silence. “Bet you’re red as a beet in there, aren’t ya?”
He plunges himself inside before you are given the chance to either prove or disprove him, a silent scream punched from your throat as his cock rams straight into your g-spot. He huffs a deep breath, barely keeping a groan bottled, when he feels your walls tighten around him. It’s suffocating. Wet, and tight—a little similar to what being stuck in that small space feels like for you, but infinitely more pleasurable for him.
"Mm, such a sloppy little cunt. Got yourself stuck in there for this, didn't ya?"
His fingers latch onto your hips, bruising you as his nails dig meanly into your skin. He drags his cock halfway out of your cunt only to snap his hips back in, picking up a pace that ramps up over time. His quick thrusts fuck you further into that hole, your tits bouncing and slapping against the hard wooden planks while your dress rides higher to expose your back.
Toji bends your body into an arch, a heavy palm situated on your stomach until you’re able to hold the position on your own.
“Like it when your husband fucks ya like a bitch?” He grunts, catching the hand that’s squirming on the grass beside him and twisting it behind your back. “Pounded in broad daylight f'everyone to see how dumb you get over my dick, huh?"
Your whimpers don’t go unnoticed by him. He laughs at the high pitch your voice has assumed, babbling his name an incomprehensible amount of times that exceeds the frequency with which his swollen cock head kisses your pulsing core. You can't think enough to reply, and you can't bring yourself to ask him to stop.
He smacks your ass loud enough for you to whine, alerting every last neighbor in the block to what is happening in their quaint suburban neighborhood. “Answer me.”
“Yes, Toji—fuck, love how big it feels.” Your thoughts stem from your pussy without being filtered by your brain. All your body knows is how badly it needs to be pushed over the edge, disregarding the scornful looks you’ll definitely be receiving at the next neighborhood watch assembly.
“That’s not what I asked.” Toji smacks your ass again, softer this time—or so it feels because of your numbing skin. “I asked, Who owns this pussy, mm?”
“That’s not what you asked at all!” Your talking back earns you a third spank. You realize you’ve got no agency of your own.
“Won’t ask again. Who. Owns. This. Pussy?” He punctuates each word with a thrust sharper than the one before, his cock twitching when he hears you screaming your answer at the top of your lungs.
“You do, T-Toji. My pussy is yours—ngh!”
“And who’s bitch are you, baby?”
“Your bitch!” You answer willingly, your mind clouded, and your logic dulled. “Fuck, Toji, you know I’m all yours.”
“Damn right, y’are.” He hums in response, hunching over your body to rub tight circles around your clit, jerking the nub up and down, round and round.
You’re almost there, and when he asks you whether you wanna be bred like one, the tension in your gut finally snaps, eyes involuntary crossing as white waves of pleasure overtake you.
He fucks you through your high at an animalistic pace, the thought of filling your belly with a baby that’s half his and half yours flooding his brain before your answer registers, his cum spilling deep within your pussy with a few sloppy pumps that squelch to the sound of your mixed fluids.
His moans mingle with yours, the rough sound of his voice raising goosebumps from where he kisses your back to the resounding ringing in your ears. He wraps his arms around you almost tenderly, peppering your back with kisses that almost convince you he’ll finally pull you out of that miserable hell hole but that’s not his intention. It never was.
A final smack meets with your ass right before he rolls his pants back up and walks toward the house, undisturbed by the screams that follow close on his trail.
“You said you’d get me out of here!” Your fist hits the ground, finges clenching around a tuft of grass blades that you violently root out.
“And you said you can get out whenever ya want. That you needed time for yourself, ‘member?”
“I didn’t mean that!” You object, your tone too squeaky to be taken seriously. “Toji, you’d better help me or else—”
“Or else what? KFC until I die?” He snorts. “Relax, I’ll come back before Megumi gets ‘ere.” You hear his phone buzzing as he—presumably—punches something in his search bar. Hot wings don’t sound too bad; he whispers for himself to hear, speaking up only when he asks you if you want him to order you a twister wrap or something before he closes his order.
a/n: the episode excited me too much, apologies. i was gonna post this later asdfghjkl but toji is back and we cum.
Reading through Toji's character quest again to take notes and I remembered it was really dark but wow
All of the other CQs I've read are about you hanging out with the character while getting exposition (whether through the narration or them actually talking to you) on their lives and worldviews. Garmr found a secret park that only he knows about. Ryota wishes he was friends with everyone in the world. They're cute and fun and a little flirty.
Toji's CQ is not. The introduction says he wants to "disappear" and he continues to think about suicide for the rest of the story. Even though Transients are accepted now, centuries of memories' worth of persecution tell him to hide his identity as an oni deep in the closet. Hogen appears briefly, but otherwise, he spends the first half of the quest completely alone, hiding from people and actively trying to minimize his existence. We don't even get to talk to him until the battle part of the quest.
And what do we talk about? Suicide and mental illness. Toji and the Protagonist fight past Loop memories--including their own silhouette. The text staggers across the screen: "I want to, but I can't. I can't do it"; the memory pauses, and then abruptly falls apart on its own.
The rest of the story is a little more typical but it's still Toji and the Protagonist talking about their psychological scars: loneliness, alienation, shame, self-loathing, fear. There is no fun outing; Toji carries us to his dorm room when we pass out after seeing our shadow kill itself because he doesn't feel safe anywhere else. He doesn't trust anyone else. The bonding moment is Toji sharing his hideous mental health issues and wondering if we're as sick and broken as he is. The activity is taking turns gently holding each other until the panic goes away.
Every Housamo character is designed to represent and attract some part of the LGBT+ community, and Toji... Toji appeals to a kind of person whose wildest queer fantasy is to find someone else in the world who understands.
