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𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
"𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍!,,
ᴛᴏᴊɪ ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ
𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇' 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽 "𝗎𝗇𝖼" (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍)
Birthday sex (requested) Part 1 -> Part 2
Seduced (smut)
Stalking Tojis insta
Hair troubles in the fushiguro household
ᴄʜᴏꜱᴏ ᴋᴀᴍᴏ
𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍)
𝖯𝗅𝗎𝗀!𝖢𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗈 stays over to get high with you (𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇..)
ᴛᴏᴍᴜʀᴀ ꜱʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ
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I’m sorry to say this but if you are not a stoner or haven’t smoked weed/had a plug please do NOTTT write plug!choso or anything stoner related. You do not understand how awkward it is when the writer clearly doesn’t know what they’re writing about or atleast haven’t researched
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Can yall bully me into finishing these fics i cant do it
☁︎ :: Your Baby Daddy Drops your son off Late AGAIN, in the rain no less. Yet still toting that shit eating grin— it’s like pissing you off is his life’s mission. But don’t worry he always knew how to make it all better.
☁︎ :: Fluff, Smut, profanity, P in V, Prone bone, Doggystyle, Creampie, Toji’s a little possessive, Kissing, yearning, Dumbification, Switch!Toji, Sassy Reader who doesn’t tolerate bullshit
You dreaded weekend swapping, co-parenting with Toji in general was hell, he’s broke and does sketchy Side jobs for cash, He’s got a slick mouth, and if you were being honest he was a shit father. Having Megumi around his sketchy work friends and leaving him in random women’s care— which was something he no longer did when you gave him an earful about how you would cut him off if he took you as a joke again.
But back to the Weekend swap, You two agreed that you would take care of megumi the majority of the week since know, you were the one with Money, and a Place, and Toji would have him on the weekends so that Meg wouldn’t forget who his father was, and every Sunday night you two would either meet in a parking lot or you’d pull up to his place and vice versa. You liked the other two options better than him dropping your son off because he had no sense of urgency, showing up late as fuck with some shitty excuse about Traffic or something.
Today, Sunday at 11:34 at night he shows up on your doorstep drenched from the thunderstorm you literally warned him about, specifically suggesting he bring Your son early to beat the rain. ”What’s up Baby, Thought you’d be sleep by now.” He flashed you that Scarred charm trying to lighten your mood. You were standing with your arms crossed tapping your slippers against the tiled kitchen floor. Water dripping off of him and onto the once pristine Floor, his hair shiny and clinging to his nape and partially hanging in his eyes.“I dont wanna fuckin hear it!” You huffed putting an open palm in his face. He was fucking Soaked, you couldn’t focus with his black shirt clinging to his muscular frame.
But what immediately made all your worries melt away was when He revealed The Little 3 year old with his Cheek smushed into Toji’s shoulder engulfed in His father’s comically large Hoodie. “Don’t worry sweetheart he’s all dry.” You couldn’t even see his feet, little fingers balled up at the sleeves. “Oh My Goodnesss” you cooed reaching to pull the hood from his head, the toddler woke up and immediately smiled upon seeing you reaching his arm out letting the sleeve dangle. Your hands brushed your ex’s Wet biceps as you scooped your son up from his arms. Toji just stood back and watched you with a soft smile wishing to hold you both like that again, truth is he came late on purpose because without Megumi you had no real reason to Talk to him. Even when you were talking shit it was a win because at least he got to hear your voice.
“Let’s get this Dirty thing off you and get you some PJ’s yeah?” You cooed pulling the hoodie over the 3 year olds head just to see the same Baby blue onesie you sent him in Friday night, you glared at Toji. “He spilt shit on the other clothes you sent me so I just put it back on him.” You scoffed bringing your attention back on the little boy grumbling to yourself “is a trip to the laundromat too much of a hassle or—“ “what was that?” His breath now ghosted the back of your neck, how the hell did he get up to you so fast? You placed a hand on His damp chest pushing him, “Nothing Now back up your Soaking wet.” You scoffed but he only got closer embracing you from behind with a grin you didn’t even have to turn around to know he had. “Toji what the fuck! —Get off me!” You complained, “But I’m cold too, Meg didn’t even really get wet like I did.” He fake pouted nuzzling into your neck sending chills down your spine as you felt the water soaking into your tank top. While unsnapping the onesie you simultaneously reached back with one hand and pulled the man’s hair harshly. “Fuck!” He shouted finally letting go of you as you tugged the outfit off over the Toddler’s head before placing him on your hip. “Cmon Baby let’s get you a bath— you too I guess” you Said tugging on the hem of the Man’s wet shirt letting your hand brush against his damp skin.
he smirked trailing behind you down the hall eyes glued to the way your hips swayed with what he liked to call that “Natural Sass” you had. you’d gotten to the bathroom running the water with the boy on your hip while he leaned against the door frame. You turned to look at him with a perplexed expression, “Why are you still standing here, Go take one in my bathroom.” He simply smirked grabbing a towel out of the linen closet next to said door frame.
“Daddy?” Megumi called out looking over your shoulder as you carefully lowered him into the bath water, “Dont worry Meg Im not goin anywhere no time soon, Right Mommy?” He spoke standing behind your kneeling form using a finger to twirl a loc of your hair, you Exhaled trying to keep your cool around your son, you took his hand pushing it away, “Daddy’s just going in mommy’s room to take bath like you,” you replied to the toddler gently brushing the wet strands of hair from his face. Your ex chuckled before walking out, finally leaving you alone.
The only reason you Tolerating Toji’s antics was because of Megumi. It felt like just yesterday he was being bottle fed in your arms, Now he was already walking and talking— only downside was that as he grew he began to look more and more like his father. Jet black hair and fell in his eyes when he got too worked up, beautiful Green eyes, but he did have your face. Such soft features gave you hope that he’d be somewhat better than Toji. Meeting Toji made you realise just how much of an impact your childhood can have on you all the way into adulthood. He wasn’t a bad guy Don’t get you wrong, he was just a Shitty Boyfriend and an even Shittier father. Disappearing to go gamble when he knows he can’t afford it, coming home drunk at late hours of the night usually being followed by Megumi’s piercing cries as an infant when he fucks around and wakes him up. And don’t get you started on the Female “friends” he lets Around megumi when he’s supposed to be watching him.
There was about a million more shit he’s done and it honestly made you wonder why you still even put up with him. You could just meet another Guy, with a Good job, and who’s a good role model for Megumi— “Mama where’s my Wolfie” a little voice pulled you from your thoughts as you zipped up his Blue onesie rubbing lotion into his cheeks, he took the stuffed animal everywhere so it was quite common for him to leave it around the house and misplace it. You quickly found it on the floor behind his bedroom door, “Here he is!” You said with a smile as he happily clutched his furry friend. You layed him down in his bed and kissed him goodnight.
When you stepped into your room, you were met with the exact reason you’d let so much shit slide. It smelled like your Coconut water body wash and faint tobacco and was lounging on your Comforter in nothing but a towel hanging dangerously low around his waist. “What are you doing Toji, your gonna get my bed wet.” You sighed massaging your temples, “That’s not the only thing.”
“Huh?”
“Hm?” He taunted with a lazy grin, you were frozen still, you wanted to tell him to get his shit and leave so bad. But nothing came out.
“You have anyone over here?” He asked playing with the hem of his towel but never taking his eyes off you. You walked over to lean against the vanity across from where he sat at the foot of your bed. “Maybe I have, Maybe I haven’t— what’s it to you?” You ask looking back him, “I miss you.”
He said almost in a whisper that made your stomach do flips. You hated yourself for letting him affect you like this. “Cmere,” he held his strong arms out to you, you fought back a smile inevitably gravitating towards him embracing his hot damp skin, he gazed up at you with hungry lustrous eyes raking his hands up and down your legs, then back up to your hips. Pulling your tank top up He pressed his face against your stomach ogling up at you. “Did you miss me, Mama?” His deep voice strung out, awaiting a response. “Your my ex, What’s there to miss?”
He chuckled at your remark, “don’t be like that baby you know how I feel about you.” He replied landing firm slap on your ass making you jump. That’s when all your morals went straight out the window (which happened way too often when your ex was around but hey)
“Ugh Did you fuck em?” He groaned in your ear rutting into you from behind. You nodded your head fighting a whimper, “Yeah, B-but I couldn’t Cum, had to touch myself after they left” you uttered. “Oh yeah? Seems like she’s working just fine now— you don’t have to say it I know you fuckin missed me.” “T-Toji” your moaned clutching your pillow as he plowed you from behind, wet Squelching Filling the bedroom. “Fuck Say it again.” He moaned gripping your hips harsh enough to bruise in the morning. “mmmmhh Toji, Toji, To—“ your voice fucked out voice trailed off, you could think of anything but his cock plunging into your deepest parts.
That full warm feeling this one night stands just couldn’t give you, “I dont like it when my girl is all pent up, and stressed. Im the only Guy that can fuck you this good- fuck you like you deserve.” You whined arching your back pushing back onto him, trying to take him deeper. If that was even possible. A gasp left your lips when his big strong arms wrapped around you pressing you into the sheets with his body against you, lips on your neck. He had you caged like a predator who finally caught his prey, but the way his tip massaged your gummy walls made you never want him to leave.
So earlier when you were thinking to yourself, “I dont know why I let him put me through this bullshit, your answer was right in front of you. His Cock, Big and girthy Making your mind go blank within minutes. Every time he fucked up he’d lay you down and “make it all better” as he would say.
“Mmtch M’ So fuckin Easy for you mama. Fuck all those other Bitches—Mmtch You’ll always be my girl no matter how many times you kick me to the curb.” He keened into your ear planting hot sloppy kisses along your nape, your brain felt foggy as pleasure overtook your senses. “Im gonna Cum, Baby P-please” you whimpered, “okay mama, wanna cum together? I wanna feel you squeeze my cock when you cum all over me.” You turned to look back at him nodding your head biting your bottom lip, and boy did that really push him over the edge. “Fuck! This Dick is all yours mama, whenever your horny I want you to call me alright? I dont care how Early, How late, Im on the way Princess— dont want no other guy takin care of you but me okay? W-Wanna hear you say it Ma P-Please?
His thrusts grew quicker, sloppier, you watched his face contort into that adorable expression he made when he was Cumming, “no one fucks me like you Daddy, s’fuckin good— want you to look in my eyes when you fill me with your cum, give me every drop Toji cmon.” You Talked him through it, watching his lips purse into a Pout as his brows knitted together with a sinfully desperate look in his eyes.
That’s when you both finally climaxed at the same time, he pressed his lips against yours in a deep kiss muffling your moans as if he’d just remembered His son was in the other room. You played there fighting to catch your breath while he rested his head on your shoulder doing the same. Neither of you said a word, Toji stayed buried deep inside you dreading the moment he’d have to leave. So You Pulled him out yourself, then you slowly turned to lay on your back now facing him, moonlight shining in illuminating his damp skin as he stared into your eyes. Waiting for something.
You suddenly captured his lips into a Kiss, it was long and deep, with your hand at the back of his neck playing in his dark hair.
And when you pulled away, he broke the silence, “I Love You, So much.” He spoke no louder than a whisper, to which you replied with, “Ive got work in the morning at 8, I want you out of here before then.”
He simply sighed rising from the bed after planting one last kiss on your cheek, pulling on his boxers he looked back at you, “Remember what I said, One call is all it takes. Night Beautiful.”
A/n :: as shitty of a writer as I am Yall seem to love when I write about Baby Daddy Toji so here we are. If you like this you’ll Love My Other Toji Fic. Follow for more!! Don’t be afraid to give suggestions, I live for this shit.
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saw your post on tiktok for requests 😖 streamer tomura x fan reader, or principal toji and trouble maker reader. this is off the dome so they might be trash. plumber toji is always bomb. stalker tomura ?. spider choso??
hell yeah.
can you write more tomura smut👀👀👀
ugh yes tf I can 🤤
Clingy!Choso is your roommate, tonight he visits you unexpectedly.
“Can I sleep with you, please..,,
Warning the story contains the following: Smut, mommy calling, dry humping, slight cuddling, whimpering, Choso 🚶🏾♀️, this story is not proof read.
Give me a man like toji and I SWEARRRRRR he’s getting cracked every single night 😹😹😹👎👎👎👎 “but ma, it’s 2am” I don’t care bitch we could cockwarm for all I care
Guys, should I finish this?? Sparking up with plug!Choso gone wrong (right?!)
Gulp
Should I drop the playlist??
Which platform?
Spotify
Apple Music
Why not both!!
ARE WE EVER REALLY ALONE ?
pale visitor!sukuna x survivor!reader 'no, i'm not a human' AU
SYNOPSIS: Stay inside. Lock your doors. Close your blinds. Only let humans in and eliminate all visitors. When the apocalypse happened, the rules seemed simple- but as the nights tick by, you find yourself scrambling to survive. And every time you turn him away, you're left questioning how much you really know about yourself and this new world.
WARNINGS: dead dove- post-apocalyptic au, descriptions of death & violence, blood, guns, unreliable narrator, somewhat follows the gameplay/dialogue of no, i'm not a human, strong language, extreme guilt/shame, emotional conflict, emotional manipulation, depression, anxiety & paranoia, strangers/enemies to lovers, eventual smut -> dub-con, true-form sukuna; more tags to be added
A/N: art creds @/decay_int on insta & x, other images from NINAH gameplay.
taglist: closed!
status: ongoing
☣︎ part 1
☣︎ part 2
☣︎ part 3
☣︎ part 4
I’m high so this will be shortt
You’re lying in bed, scrolling through your instagram crushes ig—toji fushiguro. Fortunately you’re ovulating. Your hand finds its way underneath your covers, rubbing small circles on your clit, your other hand, scrolling through his shirtless pics. It’s lewd, your moans hardly above a whisper in attempts of trying not to be too loud as it’s late at night.
Your manicured fingers slip between your legs, fingering yourself. You keep a steady pattern, curling your fingers just right in your walls, the heel of your hand pressing and rubbing on your clit sends you to the edge, closing your legs around your hand as you cum.
“Fuck..” you huff. The bed slightly shifting beside you. Oh shit. “Y’know, you could’ve asked me to help you.” A tired fushiguro groans, wrapping his arms around your waist. Kissing your lower back.
when did you get into writing fan fics???
Ah… I started writing fanfics when I was just in like 2nd grade, at the time I didn’t know what fan fiction was and had written a story about about my oc in Pokémon go, that had became a regular thing in my class so at the end of the day every once in a while the entire class would sit around while I read my work 😭 even now I still write AND read a lot of others work!
when you're trying to find a good fanfic to read but your tumblr fyp is genuinly shit
I love your work smm!! :3 I noticed you also post on TikTok and I was so shocked to see you there too 😭
Thank you so much!! A few people have recognized me a few times on there and here a well! Most request on TikTok, some request here. 😼🫶
Hair troubles were a serious matter in the Fushiguro household. Especially when they involved one stubborn curl. You stood in the doorway of your daughter’s room, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold in front of you. Your husband, Toji Fushiguro, sat crisscrossed on the floor like this wasn’t a battle he was actively losing. In his massive hands was a bright blue pencil. In your daughter’s hands? The exact same pencil.
They were both holding it.
“You keep touching it!” your daughter whined, her voice wobbling dangerously close to tears. “Learn to let me do it!”
Toji bit down on his lip, desperately trying not to laugh.
They had been sitting on the carpet of her bedroom for nearly thirty minutes. Thirty. Minutes. All for one stubborn curl that refused to cooperate. The rest of her hair tied nicely into a pony tail, but that one thick strand in the very front? It had decided to declare war.
“I’m just trying to help,” Toji muttered, reaching toward her again.
She immediately smacked his hand away with her much smaller one. “Stop! You keep messing it up!”
He leaned back on his hands, long legs stretched out across the pink rug, looking far too amused for someone being scolded by a child half his size.
“Just let me scrunch it up,” he laughed. “You’re twisting it the wrong way.”
“It’s not the wrong way!” she snapped, cheeks puffed out in frustration. “It didn’t come out right because you keep doing this!”
She demonstrated absolutely nothing, still holding the pencil lodged dramatically against her forehead like it was a weapon.
Toji huffed. “Just because it didn’t come out right doesn’t mean it’s my fault.”
She turned her back to him in protest, staring at her reflection in the mirror. The strand dangled sadly, half-curled, half-straight, a tragic in-between.
Silence filled the room for three whole seconds.
Then—
“Daddy…” she grumbled, voice smaller now. “Which way do I let go?”
Toji’s grin widened slowly, victorious.
“Oh? I thought you didn’t need me.”
She glared at him through the mirror. “Don’t make it worse.”
He scooted closer, this time slower, careful. “Alright, alright. Look.” His large hand gently guided hers instead of taking over. “You loosen it this way so the curl falls forward.”
She followed his movements carefully. Slowly. Carefully.
The pencil slid free.
The strand bounced.
A perfect curl dropped right over her eyebrow.
Her eyes widened.
Toji blinked once… then smirked. “See? Papa knows best.”
She crossed her arms — but she was smiling now. “You still kept touching it too much.”
He laughed, reaching over to lightly scrunch the curl one last time. “That’s because you’re dramatic.”
“I am not!”
He stood, ruffling the top of her head — earning another swat to the hand — before heading toward the door.
“Next time,” he called over his shoulder, “just admit you need my help.”
She looked at herself in the mirror again, gently poking the curl.
“…Maybe.”
And from the hallway—
“I heard that!”
“DAD!”
