#toji blurb

[illumoria]

toji who rubs his girlfriend’s tummy after she eats a filling meal :3

toji fushiguro wasn’t someone who could be easily convinced to go out—a.k.a—he was broke. he usually stayed at home with you, enjoying your home cooked meals or 99¢ ramen whenever you were at work. he didn’t really pay any mind to the kinds of food he put into his body. if it kept him energized and tasted yummy, well then who cared?

well…you did. you disliked—no—hated his habit of just shoving whatever he could get his hands on into his mouth, not even bothering to glance at the nutritional information on the back of the packs of snacks he ate…it was insanity! as a secretary who worked at a law firm, you weren’t exactly bringing home six figures to spend on luxurious dinners and five star restaurants, but you still took your health into concern! eating nothing but clean, home cooked food—sometimes the occasional olive garden!

you guess it was time for toji to experience just that! maybe then he’d finally decide to take care of himself…

“toji!” you sighed, flipping off your work shoes as you entered your shared apartment, coat and purse in hand as you walked in. your tights allowed you to pad around the place quietly, feet floating while you made your way to your bedroom.

the door was already cracked open when you approached, the slight sliver allowing you to peek in on your boyfriend sitting in bed, munching on—you guessed it—cheap noodles in your dainty pink bowl.

another soft sigh left your lips as you opened the door, your body deflating as you watched toji’s eyes slowly pan over from the tv to your exhausted form.

“mmph—hey, baby.” he smirked, slurping the last bits of noodles before setting the bowl down onto your bedside table. at least he didn’t leave it directly on your polka dot mattress…

“hey…noodles again?” you mumbled, dropping your things onto the floor before instantly falling into his arms. a groan of relief escaped your throat at the sensation of toji’s warm, calloused hands gripping onto your sides, all sense and rationality suddenly exiting your brain.

he smiled as soon as you touched him, his finger tips gently massaging your skin through your shirt. “mmm, are you worried about me..?”

“i am.” you grumbled, voice muffled against his shoulder.

he could only let out a gruff laugh in response, deep voice sending pleasurable vibrations through your body.

“y’know i can survive—food doesn’t matter to me. it’s you i can’t live without.”

“don’t sweet talk me. i’m concerned about you. god only knows how you haven’t gotten sick from eating all this junk.” you pressed your cheek against his shoulder, adjusting the position of your head so your lips were just a whisper away from his ear. “why don’t we get some takeout today? my treat.”

“i don’t…i don’t want you doin’ that. we’re both broke as is—“

“hey!!!”

“lower your voice, woman…you’re right by my ear.” he grumbled, a smug little smirk adorning his face—one that he was glad you couldn’t see.

“just this one time please? i was gonna get takeout anyway!” you piped up, finally pulling away to stand up again. toji looked you up and down before yanking you back into him, hands squeezing your waist.

you yelped in response, your own arms flopping over his back. “toji!—“

“fine.”

you shut yourself up, breaking into a smile almost instantly. completely forgetting about how you were 3 seconds away from yelling at him.

“yay! i can get you to try some of this salad that i love from this local spot! they carmelize onions, it’s sooo yummy!”

he let out a soft chuckle beneath his breath, fingers smoothly sliding down your lower back as you rambled on.

“you’re like a puppy. yip yip yip in my ear.” he murmured, sending one sharp, sudden smack to your ass.

“toji!?!?” you groan in response, shimmying in his told to try and escape—

“go on, say my name louder.”

“you—you pervert!!”

“shh, just order the food…”

and order you did. you’d gotten two large salads, grilled chicken, chopped potatoes, guacamole and chips, and the cherry on top—2 brownies.

“don’t ya think you’ve bitten off more than you can chew..?” toji murmured, scooting closer to you on the sofa. you completely ignored him, focusing on the yumminess in-front of you. “shh..i just ordered more for you! you need it anywho…this—this is real food!” you giggled, allowing him to place one hand on your thigh while you began to unpack the food from their containers.

“mhm..whatever you wanna tell yourself, doll.”

you quickly grabbed a plastic fork, stabbing a couple pieces of salad before bringing it to your boyfriend’s mouth. “mm, say “ahhh”.

“you’re kidding.” he deadpanned.

“toji!”

“….ahhh.”

you smiled as he chomped down on the greens, watching his eyes wander skeptically. was he really thinking this hard over his rating?

“so…?”

“it’s alright…”

“c’mon!! it’s way yummier—and healthier than your noodles and chips!”

he paused for a moment, carefully squishing your thigh.

“does it make you feel better that i’m eating well..?”

“super better. like ten times better.” you beamed, already picking up some potatoes to shove into his mouth.

“then…it doesn’t taste so bad...” he replied, taking the opportunity to kiss you before you could turn back around to face him.

you almost dropped your fork—but he quickly held your wrist, simultaneously moving his mouth against your soft lips. you tasted like the coffee you had before you left for the morning and mint gum, probably chewed throughout the day… he loved the taste of you, loved the leftover essence of the things you had consumed knowing he’d be the last thing on your tongue. it brought him satisfaction, a feeling of peace.

“mmh—stop, we’re in the middle of dinner.” you whimpered, your fingers beginning to shake—desperately clutching to the plastic utensil.

“but i want dessert now.” he groaned, nipping at your lower lip. with much resistance you pull away, your lips now swollen. “and you call me the puppy.” you huff, “you’re the one more like a dirty mutt.”

“woof.” he snorted, laughing even harder when you shoved him before turning away—a feeble attempt to hide your warm and flustered face.

“eat your food…”

“just for you i will, “my highness.”

half empty containers and a few bitten into brownies later, you were convinced you were pregnant. with a food baby.

“tojiiiiiiiii, why’d you let me eat that muuuchh.” you whined, leaning against his body while he looked like he’d barely even taken a sip of water—completely fine. and definitely not bloated…it wasn’t fair! maybe it was his abs…could they be used as a protective layer from looking like a baby-baring male..?

“i told you from the beginning, sweetheart. you’re just so stubborn.” he chuckled, pulling you impossibly closer—until your head was on his chest.

“so full…” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut as you got comfortable against his warm-blooded body. always hot like your own instant heater. you thought you could peacefully lay down on him until suddenly—he placed his bare hand right against your stomach, caressing the soft, pudgy skin like you were a small animal. never in his life had he ever done that—so why’d it feel so…good? and why’d it make your heart beat so fast, and—

“my poor puppy, overstuffed yourself, hm?”

oh my god…

his palm continued to warm your skin, rubbing against you. “thing is…i’m not full yet, and i was promised dessert earlier..” he sighed, his fingers suddenly dipping lower, fidgeting with your waistband.

“toji…’m sleepy.”

“just one kiss then..?” he smirked, looking down at you as if you were a piece of meat. then and only then did you realize—you were never even going to reach the bed.

illi’s notez; yes he’s ooc, bite me >:( … also reader 100% works as higuruma’s assitant :33

🏷️: @vanillaascented @1cckedheart @nina-from-317 @kittens4kitty @daystarpoet

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[lukahrii]

big older dad bod toji x fem reader smut (MDNI)

The older Toji got the harder he found it to lose his winter weight. Even when he was younger he’d never been able to bounce back from it easily, but now it only became more apparent that he got larger as the years went by. When cold spells have long passed, he still keeps the same pudge on him. Maybe even a little more since it adds onto what was gained prior. 

An insecure man would hate this—average metabolism and routine gym visits unable to completely cut the fat. Worrying that he had somehow let himself go. But Toji? Nah. He’s so secure in himself that it borders on being conceited. He knows he’s fit, he knows he’s strong. A padded out belly doesn’t negate that.

True strength correlates with mass, not targeted exercise to tone your quads. It’s men like him, ones subjected to manual labour their whole lives, that can last in long-term tests of strength. Age brought endurance and although he may no longer be overtly muscular like he once was, he’s definitely still all there physically. Don’t you worry.

Don’t believe him? That’s fine. You can always check with his girl to see if he's gone weak and soft.

What does his baby think when he’s pressing the full weight of his body down on her. Tummy and hips heavy as he drills his equally weighty cock into her mouth. The pressure squishing his balls against her face, smothering her not only with his heft but with his body heat and musk.

Does he seem weaker? Does he lack stamina? Does the extra meat on his bones turn you off?

What about skill, he’s probably rusty as well. Lacking. An old dog who forgot all the tricks.

How would they know that one of Toji’s favourite things to do is finger his girl as he eat her out and fucks her face. The digits on his old hands are thicker, requiring more of a stretch now when he thrusts them into her leaky cunt. Pushing out the wetness inside for him to tongue at, slurping her slick into his mouth. Lips catching on the sensitive plush skin, the brushing of greying stubble that makes her toes curl.

Yeah, this bigger Toji is pretty great, you'd say. In fact you absolutely love his body, in all its larger, rounder glory. 

You like how he’s big enough for you to lose yourself in him. Whether it's smushed between various surfaces and his large pecs, or kneeling between his legs with his thick thighs on either side of you. Boxing you in both ways. The latter has the couch groaning, cushions dipping where he sits. Gravity lowering his weight so much that you have to lean towards him. Bowing low in order to kiss along the vein on the underside of his cock.

The one thing Toji never gained even in age however, was patience. And the additional mass he carried was especially great when he was in need of getting what he wanted without delay. It couldn’t even be considered manhandling with the ease in which he grabs you and angles your body up into whatever position feels best for him. 

For all that he loves to have you both mouth at each other's sex, he always has to finish inside you—call him old fashioned. Usually it’s with his front to your back, the crook of his arm wrapping around your head and arching you against him. 

His muscular bicep squeezes your cheek as you feel him cum, and you wonder how anyone could ever entertain the idea that Toji wasn’t in shape.

[princessmyth]

— TOXIC EX TOJI FUSHIGURO

headcanons 𐙚⋆°.

cw: smashing and throwing during arguments, toxic rls, established rls, hate/make up sex, oral (r!receiving), daddy kink, lingerie, jealous toji, size kink, self indulgent + not proofread, saw an edit and wanted to jot it down

ᡣ𐭩 Toji and you are constantly on and off. It’s no surprise. He’s a deadbeat father with a gambling addiction and loves playing games with your head. He never swore you loyalty, but he expected it back. It was a rocky road and one you craved yet forced to deal with the side effects.

ᡣ𐭩 There was never a concrete pattern of who came back first after a break up. If Toji broke up with you, he’d usually be the first calling your phone for phone sex. And if you broke up with him, you’d be the first at his house crying for comfort. It was a cycle.

ᡣ𐭩 You always felt bad for Megumi since he was stuck in the middle of it all. He did love you, or at least cared for you. You were like a mother figure to him and he resented Toji whenever you were upset. He could hear your cries and arguments, he could hear stuff smashing and breaking.

ᡣ𐭩 You and Toji always argue about his job. He was constantly in danger and the perfect time to bring it up was after one of his missions. It just happened to be his exhaustion was at an all time high and you kept pushing his buttons. Toji would smash holes in walls, shout, and ultimately scare you into sobbing in a corner.

ᡣ𐭩 When he’s forced to confront his actions, Toji scoffs and wraps his big arms around you. “Don’t fuckin’ cry.” He spoke, a whisper with his lips flush against your ear. “Be a big girl, m’sorry.” Your nails dug into his bicep, crying till it went dry.

ᡣ𐭩 Toji loves hate sex. Make up sex. Whatever you want to call it. When you’re so pissed at him, just fighting the urge to slap him, his head dips low onto your cunt and devours you. He laps at your clit, fingers your needy entrance and curls his digits into your sweet spot. It has you a babbling mess just thanking him deliberately. “Thank you thank you, Toji, close—“

ᡣ𐭩 Toji gets ready for work far earlier than you wake up. He’s shuffling around the room while you lay under the covers nude. He can’t help but admire your form, your figure along with the docile expression painted on your features. Right before he leaves, he places a kiss on your forehead and tucks you in. “See ya’ babygirl.”

ᡣ𐭩 Toji who loves getting your calls at work, telling him how much you miss him. “It’s so lonely here,” You’d practically whimper into the speakerphone. “Even Meg’ misses you.” You’d huff and Toji could sense the deceit through your tone. “He definitely doesn’t, sweetheart I’ll be home soon, entertain yourself.” A little sigh would leave your lips before sending him that virtual kissy sound he cherishes.

ᡣ𐭩 Toxic Toji is a jealous man and he won’t be afraid to pick an argument over it. His yelling would resume after the long month of peace between you two. “What the fuck is wrong with you? That motherfucker was all over you!” You’d wince but still have the willpower to defend yourself. He was just a friend!

ᡣ𐭩 That same day, Toji will go to work angry and forget all about the handmade lunch you made for him. It upsets you so much you even cry. You know making it up to him was your best chance at getting his affection back! So before he got home, your pink lingerie draped over your frame and you waited in bed for your boyfriend.

ᡣ𐭩 “Why don’ you love me?” Your voice was sweet, above a seductive tone that had him already unbuckling his pants. “You’re an angel, doll.” He’d groan, throwing his trousers into some random corner. His hands were immediately creating bruises on your thigh. “Daddy, you were treating me like less than an angel this morning.” His breath would quicken at your chosen nickname. “I was upset. Sorry sweetheart.” His nose inhaled your scent, the enchanting smell.

ᡣ𐭩 His cock stretched you so good, it was so big compared to your hole. Yet your pussy was still sopping, gaping and clenching around his cock. “Good cunt, taking everything.” He’d heave out. “Ughnnn— yesyesyes,”

ᡣ𐭩 Toji watches you pack your shit when your having another tantrum. Like a kid that threatens to run away from home. Instead of telling you no, he simply wraps his arms around you and lick every inch of your neck. “Stupid, you’re not leaving, you don’t even want to.”

ᡣ𐭩 It’s become such a pattern, you purposefully misbehave to get him in your panties. “If you wanted your brains fucked out, coulda’ said that doll.”

© princessmyth | do not plagiarize or copy

[sweetieviti]

The house was too quiet, the kind of silence that pressed on your chest like a guilty secret. Down the hall, your mom slept soundly in the master bedroom she now shared with Toji’s dad. The thought made your stomach twist even as heat pooled between your legs. Toji wasn’t supposed to be in your room. He was your stepbrother, for fuck’s sake. But the moment your mom and his dad had gone to bed, he’d slipped through your door like he owned the place.

You were on your back in the same bed you’d slept in since you were a kid, quilt twisted around your waist. Toji knelt between your spread thighs, his shoulders so broad they forced your legs open wider than felt decent.

“Been thinking about this pussy since we met.” he murmured, voice low and rough. His big hands slid up your inner thighs”

Your face burned. You were a virgin. Completely untouched until tonight. And he was your stepbrother. The wrongness of it made you try to close your legs on instinct, thighs trembling as they attempted to hide what he was staring at so openly.

Toji’s grip tightened immediately, palms pressing your thighs down hard against the mattress. “Don’t even think about it,” he growled. “These legs stay open for me.”

You whimpered and grabbed the pillow beside your head, dragging it over your burning face. The lavender scent of your mom’s detergent filled your nose, a sharp reminder of where you were. Of who he was.

His tongue dragged up your slit in one slow, filthy stroke. Your whole body jerked, a muffled cry dying into the pillow. He licked again, slower, savoring you, circling your clit with the flat of his tongue before dipping down to push inside your tight entrance. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room—his mouth on you, the slick glide, the low groans he made like he couldn’t get enough.

You tried to squeeze your thighs together again, overwhelmed by the intensity, but he held them apart with ease, fingers digging into your soft flesh. When the urge hit harder, you gave in and clamped them around his head instead, squeezing tight. Toji only groaned in approval, the vibration shooting straight through your clit.

“Fuck—Toji,” you gasped into the pillow, voice cracking. Your fingers twisted in the fabric as he slid one thick finger inside you, stretching your virgin walls. The burn was sharp and sweet, making your back arch.

He curled that finger, stroking that spot that made you see stars, while his tongue flicked relentlessly over your swollen clit. You were soaking his chin, the sounds growing louder, wetter. Your mom was right down the hall. The thought should’ve made you stop. Instead it twisted the shame into something hotter.

He added a second finger, scissoring gently, opening you up while sucking your clit into his mouth. Your thighs locked harder around his head, hips twitching despite how hard he pinned you down.

“Come on, baby sis,” he rasped against your pussy, the taboo words making you throb. “Let your stepbrother make you cum. Stop hiding that pretty face and take it.”

The coil in your belly snapped without warning. You came hard, thighs squeezing his head like a vice, a broken sob muffled by the pillow as pleasure crashed through you in hot, blinding waves. Your body shook uncontrollably, pussy clenching around his fingers while he kept licking you through it, greedy and unrelenting.

Only when you were whimpering and oversensitive did he pull back, rising over you. He yanked the pillow away, revealing your flushed, tear-streaked face. His lips were shiny with your arousal, that scar tugging as he smirked.

[adoring-jjk]

nsfw mdni | toji x f!reader

thinking about toji who gets really cocky when you can't fit him inside you all the way. you're always tight, having to take your time to get used to him every time like it's the first and he loves it.

he grins at you, hands gripping you, fingers digging into your skin as he tries to contain himself. especially with all that whining you do, you'll be the death of him––but he can't let that show of course.

"what's wrong? this dick too big for you sweetheart, hm?"

he slides in another inch, growling when you clench around him, back arching, mouth hanging open. "there we go, let me in."

and if you're on top of him? forget it. he'll lie back with his hands behind his head, watching you struggle. sometimes he'll be nicer about it, but still teasing.

"come on, you can do it. you're a big girl. i know you can."

and sometimes he can be a little mean.

"is that all you got? i'm getting impatient here. might as well just use my hand at this point."

but he never would. he loves that desperate, teary, look in your eye when he finally slides in. that gasp you let out as you grip onto him, mewling as he pushes inside you. "that's it, take it like a good girl."

and you feel way better than his hand. you really think he'd use anything but your pussy to cum? not a chance. though he may not say it, he's just as needy for you as you are for him.

[just-a-cumslut]

toji being jealous n mean cuz of all the attention you get from college boys

sharp, aggressive thrusts from toji while he's hitting it from the back. "tell me who's pussy this belongs to." he growls in you ear and nibbles on it, waiting for your answer. "y-yours toji, it's all yours" your body being shoved against the bed from his thrusts. "and all those limp dick college boys that are tryna get in your pants, huh?" you looked at him from over your shoulder. "what?- what about t-them?" toji grabbed your throat, your back arching so much that your stomach was touching the sheets. "and since you're too stupid to understand," he slowed his hips down "they're gonna lure you into their rooms and take advantage of you, baby and i can't have that." your jaw dropped "n-no! i'm not, they won't- nnghhhh fuck toj-" his hips rocking into you at a faster pace while you were trying to explain yourself. "your mine, you hear? all mine, you better not forget that" he pokes at the side of your head while you moan like a fucked out little cockslut. all for him.

[isamoa]

toji was never into the idea of having pets. he was already struggling to take care of megumi—why add to his troubles of yet another mouth to feed? he saw no use for them; a waste of time and an even bigger waste of money.

and of course his view hadn't changed when he met you. he still only saw them as slimy 'good for nothings. but unfortunately for him, you already had a dog long before the two of you got together.

unlike his hardheaded father, megumi loved animals. especially dogs.

toji figured it wouldnt hurt to let him bask in the company of something so foreign-at least for a little while. he adored your little pup. and maybe you too.

over time, toji grew to adore you as well. what he had planned on keeping strictly no-strings-attached, blossomed into something far more enjoyable. but alas, you still had that filthy animal.

it wasn't supposed to be anything special, just a small fling that he hadn't anticipated on continuing any further. he tried his best to fight the urges of maybe it just not being worth it-ultimately letting his love for megumi conquer his stubborn hatred for animals and repetitive cycle of jumping from woman to woman.

toji swore the universe was out to get him.

well maybe not the entire universe—but definitely your dog.

regardless of his countless attempts of getting it through the animals tough, yet tiny skull, that he just didn't like the thing -it still found its way back to toji. every damn time.

he was starting to grow tired of it. really.

"y/n, come get this damn dog." he'd yell from his position on the couch, hoping his familiar pleas would gain your attention from down the hall. he had already tried pushing the puppy off, shooing it away in hopes to go play with megumi who was sitting on the floor below

with much thanks from toji, you would quickly come to the manbaby's aid; grabbing the energetic dog from his lap with a roll of your eyes.

"’gumi’s been trying to get that things attention all morning. it won't leave me alone."

it wasn't until you had gotten pregnant that he slowly started to warm up to the dog. or at least stopped referring to the poor puppy as 'it.'

toji thought it was cute how they would constantly stay by your side during the pregnancy, always laying nearby like he somehow knew of what was going on.

but he would never admit that to you. instead, maybe he was just grateful that the dog was finally bothering someone other than him.

[cloverbbun]

you reach for something above you at the same time as Toji, and he ends up caging you in with a smug grin. long enough to look down and see how it affects you — before stepping back as if nothing ever happened.