#toji imagines

[hidingwhere]

— Toji is a freak: confirmed!

“Ma,” he calls out from the living room, empty beer bottle in his hand as he manspreads across the couch. As you step into the room, he looks up at you. “Injured my ankle real bad today, doll. Think I need medical attention.”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously but you remain casual. “The Doctors is open tomorrow if you want to book an appointment. How did-“

“Nah, no need. I think they do home visits now.”

You blink. What the hell was he talking about? “What? Are you going crazy?”

He merely shrugs. “There’s a package in the kitchen for ya, by the way.”

You hesitantly leave the room and head towards the box on the kitchen counter. When you pull out its contents, you release the loudest exasperated sigh ever. A slutty nurse costume. Did your own boyfriend think you were some cheap whore who would dress up as a nurse to please him?

Unfortunately, he got his way. With your face pressed into the cushions of the couch, you writhe and moan into the material, the loud thap thap of Toji’s hips slapping against your ass filling the room.

One hand presses against your lower back and forces you into a deep arch. “Fuckk,” he groans lowly. “Such an obedient little nurse, hm? Letting me fill this tight pussy up.” You moan pornographically as his thrusts become firmer, harder. Your fake uniform is partially ripped, crinkled underneath your boyfriend’s careless grip.

You don’t register his wandering hand until it pressed against your back entrance. You lift your head from the cushion in protest, babbling out a response that was barely intelligible from how fucked out you were. “Toji- ngh- don’t you d-“

His pushes his thumb into your ass. You clench around his cock, annoyingly so, as he easily feels it and knows just how much you secretly enjoy it. “What were you saying, ma?” He asks coyly, a smirk etched onto his scarred lips.

You can only whine weakly in response.

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ❞.

toji sees reader cheating on him in his dream and gives her the silent treatment. comments and reblogs aee appreciated.

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toji couldn't believe his eyes. he couldn't believe that you would betray him like this...and with the his own bestfriend? toji's heartbroken as he watched you giggling at shiu's jokes. clinging on his bicep, the same way you do to him. toji only watched as a tear rolled down his cheek, his heart aching in an all too farmiliar way.

toji woke up from the horrid dream and turned around to find you sleeping next to him, where you've always slept, hair unruly, mouth slightly agape and your chest moving up and down. he stared at you for a moment before narrowing his gaze. "traitor", he whispered before turning around, his back facing you and attempted to fall back asleep.

your alarm rang in the morning. you quickly turned it off, the sound abusing your ears, before sitting, stretching and letting out a big yawn. but something felt off. you sat up without struggle and that's when you noticed toji's back facing you. you always woke up with his limbs tangled in yours and he never had his back facing you, which meant that he was upset with you.

you scratched your stomach and weakly shook his shoulder, "toji....toji, it's time to wake up". no response. you shook his shoulder again but he slapped your hand away. you sucked your teeth and let out a sigh before lazily plopping on top him. "toji~ wake up~", but he just shoved you away.

he never acted like this which meant that he was really upset. your collected memories, however, did not show any moments of you annoying him. infact, you ended the night pretty well so it didn't make sense why he was acting that way.

"toji...are you mad?", he shrugged his shoulder at your question. he hadn't been answering you so far and he'd attempted to ignore you...toji was giving you the silent treatment...unbelievable.

you had done absolutely nothing wrong and he just woke up and chose to ignore you. okay...this was fine...two can play at that game.

you got out of bed to get ready for the day, taking a shower without inviting him and the cherry on top, with the door locked.

toji didn't like that, but he wouldn't admit that to a traitor. you had your breakfast in silence, still sat close to each other but not talking and barely touching.

you were waiting for him to fold at any moment, but breakfast just proved that he wasn't giving up.

and to make matters worse, he silently offered to wash the dishes. you didn't complain though and headed over to your living room, plopped onto the couch and turned on the tv. toji emerged from the kitchen some time later and instead of sitting on the same couch as you, he sat right across from you. you narrowed your eyes at him but his were glued to the screen.

it just didn't feel right. the toji you knew would have been patting your ass right now or gripping your waist but he was just sat there in his sweats with legs spread. his bare chest rising and falling with every breathe he took. you wanted to make him suffer the way he was doing to you for no reason, but you just couldn't take it anymore. you had to know what got him so mad at you.

you got up, walked up to him and straddled him. "look at me, toji". you said when you noticed that he was clearly avoiding eye contact. once he shifted his gaze to your face, he noticed your knotted brows. you were trying so hard to look mad at him. cute

you stared into his dark eyes, your heartbeat spiking up a bit. he had the most precious pair of eyes you had ever seen...but you're not on his lap to admire him.

"why are you not talking to me?"

"i wasn't? that doesn't sound like me"

"toji, this is serious. you haven't spoken to me all morning. are you ignoring me?"

now he felt kind of bad. toji noticed the shift in your tone and he knew what he was doing was stupid. he was messing with your real feelings over a dream. he placed his hands on your hips, his thumbs rubbing slow circles. "you cheated on me"

"what?"

"in my dream. you cheated on me with shiu". you heaved out a loud sigh of relief, hand over your heart to stop it from beating so fast.

"you had me sacred for a second. i thought you were accusing me of cheating"

"i am"

"it was a stupid dream. why the fuck would i cheat on you? let alone with shiu". a beat of silence passes between you, toji's gaze drifting aside.

"i don't know? maybe because he's a better man that me?". you cupped his cheeks, making him look at you.

"he's not you. i love you simply because you're you. and i won't let you go for someone who has better financial decisions, better morals, better-"

"you're not makin' me feel any better, doll", you giggled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"you get my point. i love you, toji, and nothing will ever change that. and i plan to keep it that way", a small smile spread across his face.

"i love you too, baby", toji leaned closer and sealed your lips into a soft kiss, his rough hands running up and down your sides as you wrapped your arms around his neck. you broke the kiss, resting you forehead onto his.

"next time you pull this shit again, i'm kicking you out"

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

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[asce-of-hearts]

husband toji yet again!?!?!?!?

"Go get changed."

Those words sting for some reason. Much more coming from him. They don't even feel real. Toji had always been... laid off in that sense. He didn't mind you doing your thing as long as you were faithful and respectful to him. So to hear him say that is... hurtful.

"What?" You practically hiss, making him raise his eyebrows just a bit. Still, he doesn't relent.

"Go get changed." He almost seems uneasy, looking around the house to avoid looking into your eyes. "Wha— Am I like... speaking martian or something?"

"Why?" You ask. The pair of pants you had chosen seemed sensitive enough.

"What do you mean why? It's hot as shit outside, ___. You'll be boilin' in that shit." Finally both of your expressions relax, understanding his attitude all of the sudden. "Put on a pair of shorts, or a skirt. Whatever. I don't want you complaining about having a sweaty ass while on a date."

"Toji!" You gasp, and he grins, shrugging at the comment.

"It's the truth..." He says, giving you a lazy grin as he leans over the sofa. "I'll wait. Go and get changed."

"I don't want to get cat-called on our date though. I'll be fine." You try and protest, but he grabs you by the shoulders; firm, stern, but not unkind. Looking at you in the eye.

"___, if anyone even thinks of whistling your way while we're outside, I'll cut off their balls, personally, and offer them to you as tribute." He promises, his green irises shining under the dim light that enters through the curtains. "Now go get changed, ma. We won't be leaving until I can see those pretty legs." His scar expands when he smiles. and once he does that, you can't resist.

EXTRA!!!!

A whistle comes your way once you walk down the stairs. Toji eyeing you up and down. And you can't help but fluster, pulling down the back of the shorts to attempt to cover a bit more of yourself.

"Lookin' good, princess." He pulls you closer by grabbing your waist, his hot breath fanning over your lips.

"You said no man would whistle at me while on your watch." You try and sound playful, mask the fact that he makes you really nervous even after a life time of marriage.

"Well, I'm no regular man. I'm the husband of the most beautiful woman alive." He presses a soft peck to the corner of your lips, allowing you to cling to his neck as he lifts you up just a little.

Safe to say. You lost the reservation for your little lunch date.

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[torukisser]

𝜗𝜚 husband!toji eats you for dinner

your husband, toji slipped into the kitchen while you were cooking dinner, the aroma of warm bubbling food emanating in the quaint kitchen.

he pressed up behind you, chest flush to your back and caging you in against the stove. “what’s cooking?” he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, large hands wrapping around your waist entirely. “curry.” you dip the ladle into the pot to grab a little before leading it to toji’s lips, he gladly sipped the small sample. “tastes nice.”

a few moments passed just so with you gently stirring the curry in the pot and toji hugging you from behind, occasionally placing a soft kiss to your nape or shoulder. until, his kisses began trailing lower..down your back and lower still until he reached the hem of your stupidly tiny shorts.

“t-toji—” you peered over your shoulder to look down at your husband crouched behind you, cheek pressed against your butt, “just having a little something before dinner, ye’ go on.” his hand came up to cup one of your pert cheeks, kneading the supple flesh between his fingers while his other hand rubbed your pussy through the fabric of your flimsy shorts.

“nnh..stop..” your hands trembled as they gripped the ladle, but your legs parted on instinct. toji pulled your shorts down to expose your soaked cunt to the cold air of the kitchen before shoving his head between your thighs.

his nose pressed into your dripping slit, inhaling your sweet musk. “fuck baby, ye’ smell so good..” he sighed, spreading your lips with his two thumbs, gazing at the lewd sheen of your folds and your needy hole clenching for attention.

“so wet already.” he punctuated his words by licking a fat stripe up your sex, feeling your juices melt on his tongue. “shhiittt..” he cursed under his breath, eyes fluttering close to enjoy the taste of you.

you squirmed, knees knocking together as you tried your best to remain upright. toji plunged his tongue inside of you, gulping down your essence on his tongue so greedily.

“the curry..” you tried focusing on the food on the stove, but how were you supposed to do that when your husband was impaling you on his tongue?

his lips sucked on your folds while his tongue curled to mash against your sweet spot and you immediately fell forward, “toji, baby please..” you whined, your whole body trembling.

toji’s chin was shining with your slick, some dripping down onto the kitchen floor. he pulled off your cunt just to mutter, “i’m starving, doll. let me have this.” before diving right back in.

your husband is so annoying!

hi first post yaayyy yy

[kutiepiie]

꣑ৎ older bf!toji headcanons

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older bf!toji who manhandles you in the best way possible. he's having your knees pressed up against your chest as he drills his cock mercilessly into your wet, aching pussy. he's flipping and turning you however he pleases all because he can. and toji knows you love it. you wouldn't say it, but your gummy walls keep squeezing him every time he does.

older bf!toji who cages you anytime you're alone. against the kitchen counter, on the couch or even against some random wall in your house, all while his hands are roaming beneath your shirt and kissing up your neck or biting your lower lip and he just leaves you high and dry knowing that you'll come back to him, begging.

older bf!toji who calls you sweet names and whispers praises into your ears all while he's thrusting deep and hard inside of you. "such a good fucking girl. taking my cock so well -haah- just like that, pretty. squeeze all the cum out of me". the only thing you can hear though is the sound of skin slapping skin and the wet sounds from where you're connected.

older bf!toji who initiates in semi-public areas and gets off to the idea of someone noticing you. you could be at a restaurant, and he'll reach beneath the table and ride his hands up your thighs to where you need him most. "someone's gonna see us, toji", you try to remain calm, but now his thumb is rubbing slow circles against your clothed clit, a smirk emerging on his face.

"let them see. let them know how much I like to please my girl"

older bf!toji who's brain shut down completely when he finds you walking around with nothing but his shirt. you're just cleaning as usual, but his eyes are following your every move. the way your ass moves, your tits jiggling slightly, has him instinctively spreading his legs, his bulge now visible beneath his sweats. and when you bend over right in front of him, all the restraint he has left snaps. now his bulge is rubbing against your cunt, with his hands on your waist. "tryna taunt me, princess?", you face is now pressed up against the table you were cleaning mere moments ago and he humps your ass and groans.

older bf!toji who just loves to edge you, making a complete mess out of you before rewarding you your sweet release. your brain has completely shut off. thick fingers slick with your essence, hitting the same spot that makes you see stars over and over again. he leans down and licks your sensitive nipple, making your back arch. toji's pace increases and just as you were about to cum, he pulls out. "we can't let that happen doll. just a little longer"

older bf!toji who has fucked you on every corner of the house. the bedroom, the kitchen, the shower, the living room, the balcony, the stairs, against every single wall and even the backyard. just wherever it is that he wants you, he will have you, in whatever way he prefers.

older bf!toji who holds you post climax. you're head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he traces patterns on your arm and back. toji never wants this moment to end. for the first time in a long time, he feels he wants to settle down again.

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[luxxid]

▶︎⁺ neighbour!𝓽𝓸𝓳𝓲 loves fucking you in doggy.

—righttttt next to your sleeping husband.

he's under the sheets, the rhythmic and wet plap, plap, plap! of his hefty balls hitting your clit revibrates throughout the cold room. a shit eating grin spreads across his face as he sees your hand reach out from underneath you to grasp something—anything.

he's also quite amused by just how much of deep sleeper your lame husband is.

"ma'— ma—ya sure he's sleeping?—is he fucking snorin-"

—toji's never careful about this shit, he's loud—noticeably so. you've had to beg him to keep his mouth shut, praying seventeen hail mary's while getting brutally pounded by your neighbour, just so your husband doesn't hear the porn unfolding next to him.

toji picks his speed up— his meaty digits pinching the bundle of nerves near your heat, making you squeal into the pillow. splitting your gummy walls open with his cock, his tip kissed your cervix repeatedly, making your knees weak.

"shh- shut the fuck up ma'—" he whispers, bending towards your ear, brushing back your sweat laden hair to see your sobbing face, angling his dick more torturously.

you're pulsing against his own meaty member—your husband's never once made you feel satiated, you've always longed for something longer—thicker—meaner.

well you supposed you've gotten abundantly blessed, cause' toji definitely—without a doubt—has longer, thicker and definitely meaner.

"'jjii— he's—gonna' wake—wake up—fuuuuck—" you bite your swollen lips to keep your raspy voice from spilling out. you feel the cool air hit your parted folds, his thick digits tracing stars as he rams his dick head against that heavenly spot.

"fuuuuuck ji'—right there—" you rasp out—forgetting allll about staying quiet when you feel him pierce your womb with his cockhead, deliciously nubbing at your deepest and most sweetest corners.

toji's never felt so amused before.

"yeaaah—who's dickin' ya down right now ma'?" toji nips at your mound, vigorously twisting the sweet bundle until you croak and flail your legs around, shakin' and knockin' the bed around.

"you—fuck-!—you, toji—"

"nuh-uh, spell the full fuckin' name girl." he slaps your clit. he's so full of himself it's disgusting. and you're so full of his cock it's concerning.

“to-toji…” you're struggling to breathe, you swear you can feel his cock whisking up to your uterus— and you're very sure your bed would break and that all three of you would go down with it.

a long glide against your heated walls sends you grasping the sheets, raking your nails along the fabric.

—he seems pleased with the way you're quivering. "uh-huh—and?"

"—fushiguro—fuck—to-toji fushiguro."

"fuck yeah—damn right girly." he starts moving inside you again—the beads of his release forming a ring around his meaty cockhead—

"look at the motherfucker sleeping ma'—why'd you even fuckin' marry him?"

you can't even hum in response, he's pressing against your neck.

"marry me instead—".

[mooningningg]

You don’t touch him.

That’s the rule you make for yourself the first time you notice it.

It starts small.

You kneel in the front pew, silk skirt folded neatly beneath you, donation envelope tucked inside your prayer book like a secret. You always sit there—close enough to hear his breath when he speaks, close enough to smell incense and something darker underneath. Leather. Sweat. Sin.

Father Fushiguro never looks at you directly during mass.

But you feel him anyway.

His voice is low. Rough. It doesn’t belong to a man who speaks of salvation. It belongs to someone who’s been hit in the mouth before and got back up smiling.

When he lifts his hands in prayer, the sleeve of his cassock pulls back just enough—

and there it is.

Black ink crawling up his neck. Half-hidden. Like a confession he never finished.

You swallow.

“You’re very generous.”

That’s what he says the first time you’re alone with him in the office.

You correct him softly. “My family is.”

He smiles—not kind, not cruel. Just… knowing.

“You still sign the checks.”

His knuckles are scarred when he takes the envelope from you. Boxer’s hands. You imagine them wrapped in tape once, wrapped around a man’s jaw, wrapped around— you stop yourself.

He clears his throat. You notice the way his collar presses against his neck, the way the tattoo disappears beneath white fabric like it’s being restrained.

“You come every week,” he says. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” you reply too quickly.

Silence stretches. Heavy. Charged.

“You should be careful with want,” Father Fushiguro murmurs. “It leads people into trouble.”

His eyes finally lift to yours, and stay there.

Sometimes it’s the confessional.

You speak through the screen, voice trembling, confessing sins that aren’t sins at all. Envy. Pride. Wanting things you shouldn’t.

He listens, too closely.

“You’re very hard on yourself,” he says.

“I’m afraid of disappointing God.”

A pause. Then— “Are you,” he asks quietly, “or are you afraid of disappointing me?”

Your breath catches.

On the other side of the screen, you hear him shift. Fabric brushing skin. You imagine his jaw tightening, the old fighter in him waking up, the discipline cracking just a little.

You don’t say his name. You don’t have to.

It’s always almost, almost his fingers brushing yours when you hand him documents.

Almost his hand steadying your back when you stand too fast.

Almost the way his gaze lingers a second longer than it should on your mouth.

Once, after a late charity meeting, the lights flicker.

“You should go,” he says. You don’t move.

“Father,” you whisper, and the word feels wrong on your tongue. Too intimate. Too soft.

His jaw flexes.

“There are lines,” he says, voice low, strained. “And if I cross them—”

“You don’t,” you say quickly. “You never do.” That’s the problem. He steps back. Always back. Always restraint. Always control.

Like a man who knows exactly how hard he can hit—and chooses not to. You leave with your heart pounding and your prayers unanswered.

Weeks pass. Nothing happens. Everything happens.

And every Sunday, when he speaks of temptation and virtue and sacrifice, his eyes find you again.

Like he’s preaching to you, like you’re the sin he wakes up fighting.

And you kneel, hands folded, innocent as stained glass— wondering how long before one of you finally breaks.

[sorecupid]

toji talkin a lil dirty to you | mdni

⤷ fem reader, little bit of degradation, mentions of breeding and uh pp outline in the tummy LMFAO

the loud squelching noise enveloped the room as toji's hips moved at a rapid pace, he delved deep into the walls of your cunt. each stroke had you gushing on his cock and crying out in pleasure. 

“such a whore for this cock, aren’t you pretty girl?” his hand comes to grip at your chin, forcing you to look at him. your hooded eyes and slightly opened mouth had his dick twitching inside your pliant heat. “fuuuck what a sight.” his thumb swipes down on your bottom lip.

you mewl and cling on to his large biceps, curling your fingers around the sturdy muscle, “f-feels good toji.” you mewl.

his pace doesn’t relent, “yeah?” he says cockily. “I bet it does, anything feels good for you as long as it can fit inside you, right?” he bites down on your shoulder. “that’s cause my pretty baby thinks with her pussy n’ not her head.” 

he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulder, he looms over you, even closer than before and hitting an angle that pushes himself deeper into your heat. “so cute,” he coos as he pokes the bulge on your stomach. “your tiny little cunt is trying to hard to hold all of me inside.”

your eyes roll to the back of your head as you lose all inhibitions, “coming,” you squeal, “comingcomingcoming!”

A warm heat flows through your body and you let your body relax against the sheets. toji doesn’t stop, he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. the sound of skin against skin resonates through the room. 

“you’re taking it so good,” he grunts. “god m’gonna cum so hard in your hole, gonna put a baby in in you.”

“Yes! please! want your baby in me!” you cry out in desperation. 

“you’d like that wouldn’t you?” he chuckles breathlessly. “of course you would,  you’re such a whore for my fat cock.”

you vigorously nod at his words and within a handful of strokes, toji cums with a guttural moan. hot white ropes of cum hit your walls, leaking out as he pulls out of you, you whimper as he uses his fingers to push it back in.

Toji gets up to grab a cloth and cleans you up. he lays next to you, his hand comes to rub gently at your back and you snuggle closer to his warm body. he leaves a gentle kiss on your forehead and holds you close as you both drift off.