Manhandled

"Marty"

2025, watercolor and gouache

Marty is an education bird where I work. Unable to be released right now, Marty is used to go on trips to events to educate folks about wildlife.

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𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: Ending the week with daddy, is anyone surprised? Warnings: 18+, squirting, vaginal sex implied, consensual encounters, mean!Megumi, vibrator teasing, cheating, daddy kink, overstimulation, noncon eavesdropping. Words: 1.4k

Toji has never had a problem with you since you started dating Megumi. You’ve always been quite timid and shy but you’re always so polite when you come over to spend the night. He likes that you seem to be a good influence on his kid. You’ve helped him with his career path and saving up to get a place of his own for the two of you. And you’re definitely a hard worker. An office job and a job as a waitress at a local café must take its toll on your body. Which is why he can understand why you always seem to have such slow, lazy sex with his son. The walls are thin, it’s not like he’s listening on purpose. Though even he can’t deny how his cock stiffens as he imagines your perfect body and sweet faces as you writhe and moan as you’re filled to the brim with cock. He ignores it, usually, but tonight was a little different. Your moans are much louder than usual. He could clearly hear that you were even cumming louder than usual.

“M-Megumi, ‘m sorry! That’s never happened before…” you tell him as you cover yourself in the duvet, utterly ashamed of the mess you’ve made of his bedsheets.

“It’s… ugh. It’ll be fine, but… a little warning, maybe? I could have put some towels down or something.” he sighs as he realises he’s going to have to put fresh bedding on before the two of you go to sleep. “Didn’t realise I was dating a porn star, s’all.” he continues.

“P-Please don’t make fun,” you respond as your lip wobbles while you attempt to hold back your tears. You don’t think you have ever felt so awful. You really don’t believe you could feel any worse if you tried. “You know I didn’t mean it. I guess it just felt so… good.” you speak, trying to justify yourself and hope to earn his forgiveness.

Toji is dying for one of you to just say the damn word. He’s certain he knows what happened. What you did. What the two of you are getting at. But he needs confirmation. That isn’t so hard understand, is it? His heart is hammering away in anticipation. Just say it. Just fucking say it.

“Sorry. Maybe I’m trying to make light of things since you practically wet the bed. I’m a little grossed out, I guess. I… I think I’ll sleep on the couch and clean up tomorrow, you take the spare room.” he tells you.

You don’t remember your boyfriend being so mean. Angsty? Sure. Moody? Absolutely. But mean? Never, not to you at least. Even Toji can’t believe his ears. Of course he knows his son can be a miserable little prick at times but he never thought he’d take it out on you. He still doesn’t have the verbal confirmation of what happened, but he knows. Megumi is a fool for being so disgusted at what you did.

It’s one of Toji’s favourite things in the world.

That’s why he is waiting for his chance to pounce once he hears Megumi go downstairs. He’s lingering, hovering around his bedroom door as he waits for the creaky floorboards to tell him you’re going to the guest room.

There it is.

The door swings open and you just about died of fright.

“Toji, Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me.” you whisper, trying to keep your voice down and avoid irritating Megumi even more.

“Come here,” he insists, widening his bedroom door and demanding you follow, “you’ve been cryin’.” he bluntly confesses he’s been listening to you as you wait in the door frame. You’re unsure of what to do. It seems a little weird to go into your soon-to-be father in law’s room in the dead of night.

“I think I’m going to go to bed, actually.” you tell him, turning away and facing the direction of the spare room.

“Darlin’, your eyes are as swollen as golf balls. Really don’t think I could live with myself if you cry yourself to sleep on your lonesome.” he sighs.

You want to leave but there’s something so intoxicating about him that you can’t pull away. You’re trying to walk one way but your feet is taking you the other. The door is shutting behind you and you’re sitting next to him on his enormous bed. There’s a look in his eye, a look that’s making your heart race. It’s carnal. Predatory. Your heart is beating in your ears, and you know you’ve made a mistake by coming in here.

“Is there something you need from me, Toji?” you wonder, wide-eyes filled to the brim with tears. You choke on your rational thinking as Toji hovers over you. His knee between your thighs and driving into your messy cunt. “I don’t… I don’t like this, Toji. What are you—?”

“It sounded like my son didn’t appreciate your talent,” he snarls, “but I do. Will you let daddy show you how much?” he wonders. You begin stuttering and stammering like a nervous child. He heard you? Does he always hear the two of you being intimate with each other?

“I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about. M-My talent?” you question. He laughs, resting his forehead against yours.

“You squirted, didn’t you?” he presses. Your eyes scrunch closed in embarrassment, but he kisses your cheek hoping you’ll open them again. “I love makin’ pretty pussies gush like that f’me. Megumi’s a fool. I’ll let you ruin my bed and I’ll praise you for it. I’ll make you do it again and again until that is the only reason you’re cryin’. What do you say?”

He’s so brash. But since you met Toji he’s never been one to mince his words. He’s so cocksure and certain of himself. He loves making dirty jokes and isn’t shy about bringing random women home. This, however, is a new level of brazenness. You’re dating his son and he’s propositioning you like he’s asking for a stick of gum. Your mouth falls open and closes again and again. What can you even say? It’s unbelievable. Unthinkable. And yet…

“I- yes. God, fuck, please. I want you. Make me do it.”

“Fuuuuuck, sweetheart. Yes, just like that.” he moans in your ear as he forces your fourth orgasm out of you. Positively dousing the bedding in your release. You can’t believe you’ve got anything left to give. But you do, and you want to do it again. Although you’re not sure you can.

“T-Toji, please. I don’t think—” you’re interrupted as he puts the vibration settings of his Hitachi wand to the highest possible. Your head lolling back and resting on his shoulder as he kisses your exposed neck.

“That’s right, baby. Don’t fuckin’ think. Just cum everywhere, alright? Daddy wants you to fucking cum like a good little girl for him.” he whispers.

He wraps his arm around your torso to prevent you from bucking as wildly. He’s so big and strong, you think if you cum one more time you might melt against him. It’s hard to breathe. It’s hard to focus on cumming again when you’re so fucked out. It didn’t come as a shock to discover he owned a vibrator. It’s his ace in the hole to keep women wanting more. More him. And unfortunately for you, after this, you think you may have fallen for it.

“You’re so beautiful when you moan…” he tells you quietly. You’re biting your lower lip as you finally feel the steady climb of an orgasm vibrate through your clit. You feel it in your lower stomach, your legs, your toes. It’s close. “Gorgeous when you cum f’me… when you mess daddy’s bed up. Mmpf, baby. Can you feel how hard I am? Gonna make you cum even harder when I fuck you. But you gotta give me one more… give me one—”

“Nngh—!” you cry, water evading your pussy as he finally coaxes what he wants from you. He doesn’t pull the vibrator away, knowing fine well that it’s too much for you to handle. A large, heavy palm covers your mouth to stop you from screaming into the lecherous air you had created together. He gives you a chance to relax, to breathe. It’s your first break since you got started.

Fuck.

You can see the light pouring through the trees.

“We shouldn’t tell Megumi about this…” you breathe. “But let’s do that again.”

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girlhood

hcs of drunk toji??

omg i haven’t done a hc in sooo long.

but drunk toji would be a FORCE.

for one, he’s always down to fuck you

usually toji’s rough during sex but for some reason when he’s drunk he’s more…sensual ??

you’d swear he’d taken one of those ecstasy pills from the gas station with the way he’d come back home ready to break your back in

toji could usually be between your legs for hours on end, but being drunk literally keeps him from getting lock jaw ?? he built weird idk

but expect to cum at least six times in a night if toji’s ever home drunk

if you guys are out, he’s quick to get staticky

like that man is ready to rumble ! especially bout you okayyy

you’d excuse yourself from the table to grab him a water from the bar only to come back to see your mutual friends holding toji back

“the fuck is going on?!”

“some dick was making jabbs at you when you walked away. said some nasty shit and now i wanna knock his fucking teeth in.”

you’d sigh and grab your man’s hand because you could already feel the bouncers coming over and adding onto the problem

but truth be told you only left for their safety, not toji’s. cuz that nigga will take on three bouncers (and win??) if need be

soooo much more affectionate when he’s drunk

like it’s so weird because you’re usually used to nonchalant & stoic toji (he clearly cares for u but shows it in small gestures like fixing ur car or hugging you tight at night) so his newfound affection was different

drunk toji could not stop touching you

you’d be in the kitchen preparing water and tylenol to give him and he’d be 2 seconds behind you with his hand slipping into your slut shorts (as he’d call them bc ur asscheeks hung out out them—he loved them tho)

before you did let him touch you though, you’d force him to eat two slices of bread in hopes of ‘soaking up the alcohol’ as you’d call it (it really works, idc)

toji would sit there and pout like a six year old in timeout as he’d slowly eat the fresh bread as you stared at him with crossed arms.

when you finally let him touch you, the man knows how to finger you, okay !!

like toji doesn’t even think about his own self pleasure when he’s drunk. he usually never does even sober but when he’d drunk, the only thing on his mind is eating phat ma till you’re crying over him

like his finger rotation movement so far deep in your cunt is absolutely UNMATCHED

if toji didn’t pay attention to your body and its reactions during sex when he was sober, he watched you like a MAGNIFYING GLASS when he fingered/fucked you

he loves watching your fucked out expressions

if drunk toji isn’t being sexual, he’s a lot more talkative if not both

he’d force you to cuddle with him even if its just on the couch and would mutter sweet nothings in your ear late at night

“‘m gonna take such care of you when we get married. more than i do now.”

“you’re so good to me. what i do to deserve you, mama.”

“gonna give you my babies soon. bet you’d like that.”

you’d look down to give into his promises, only to smile when you’d find him fast asleep on your chest.

thinking about toji bringing you to get your nails done :(

lots of fluff ! mentions of nsfw, fem!reader

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thinking about how the older man is set on staying in the car and finishing cigarette instead of sitting inside with you.

“m’ not going in there doll, you’ve got the wrong one.”

“who’s gonna hold my bag?” you plead with him, holding out your little tote for good measure. “you just bought this for me! what if it gets dirty or something?”

toji looks away, taking a long drag and holding the smoke in his chest before huffing it all out. “fuck.” he mumbles, opening the driver’s side door to stamp out his cig. “fuck, fine. let’s go.”

thinking about how strikingly out of place your boyfriend would look settled in a fold out chair beside you, mindlessly scrolling on his phone to pass the time. your cream-toned tote bag rests in the middle of his lap, guarded by one of his rough hands.

you lean over as the woman in front of you begins cutting your cuticles.

“what color should i get?” you whisper, giggling at his look of utter confusion.

“i don’t kn— the regular one?” he sounds so unsure. “i don’t know.” he says with finality, looking away to quell his embarrassment.

you hear a symphony of giggles and “aww’s” from the waiting area, toji turns bright red at the attention, turning his back to the crowd of invested onlookers.

“no one’s looking.” you tell him, trying to comfort him where you could. “if you want to go back to the car you can.”

toji side eyes you from his little chair, absently thumbing the strap of your bag.

“i’ll stay.” he mumbles, whipping his phone out again to scroll through his pictures.

the woman doing your set clips and buffs out your base before beginning with your gel extensions. the older man beside you scoots closer to watch.

his phone slips into your free hand, the picture pulled up on the screen almost makes you drop the device.

“jesus— toji!”

the scar on his lips contorts as his sick grin doubles in size.

“get those again.” he teases, leaning back in his creaky chair to gauge your reaction.

your boyfriend had pulled up a picture of the two of you, though the older man was definitely the focus in the image. your smaller hand is wrapped around the base of his dick, stroking his length. the nails in question are almond shaped with chrome line art.

they’re pretty, you’ll give him that. though you’re positive the two of you had taken safer pictures together where those nails were at least somewhat visible.

“fine.” you close the photo app and place his phone face down in his lap. you relay the request to the nail tech, shifting anxiously as she pulls out the chrome powder and gel tubes.

your phone lights up with a text from the man not even a foot away from you.

“you look real pretty right now.”

your heart jumps, basking in the private show of affection. you smile up at the older man, motioning for him to scoot closer. toji snakes a heavy arm around your shoulders, ignoring the squeals of adoration from the women in the back.

he pulls your finished hand to his mouth, pressing a firm kiss to your knuckles.

Just like Animals

It's my first time posting. Sorry for any mistakes. (In case someone actually reads this)

MINORS BEGONE. DO NOT INTERACT.

Summary: The bed breaks while y'all bang like rabbits lmao

Warnings: None, I think. Let me know in case you think otherwise.

The creaking sound loudened as he thrusted into you at an impossible speed. The poor bed sounded like it was screaming with you. Each animalistic stroke of his cock in your tight little cunt drove you closer to insanity. The bed was going to break any moment now, you were sure of it. But you couldn't care. Not when he was fucking you so hard that you could feel each jolt of pleasure like an electric shock coursing throughout your body. And so, the bed falling remained a hazy thought floating into the back of your mind where it belonged. He was groaning into your ear like an animal feasting on its prey. You were close. So, so close. You could taste it. You could feel it deep in your stomach. Every second, every thrust, you screamed and cried. Writhing under his weight with no relief. No matter how much you shook your head or dug your nails into his back, there was just no relief. You just didn't want him to stop pounding you. No, no, no, you could even entertain that thought. And it must have been the same for him. Because he was shouting at this point. Gripping you so hard that it hurt. It was all too much. Between the sound of the skin slapping against skin, his groans and the bed creaking, you were helpless. You couldn't take it anymore.

With a silent plea followed by a choked yell, you came. Waves and waves of pleasure washed over you. The wrenching, numbing sensation started between your legs and spread everywhere until it consumed all of you. Your mind in a bliss. You were too lost. So much that you didn't hear the bed detach from the headboard. Nor did you feel it fall until it crashed against the floor while your orgasm crashed against you. You almost had one practical moment of shock but there was no time, no. it all felt like a dream. The soft mattress underneath you sprung up softly and absorbed all the shock. It threw you upwards gently and sank you back in like you were laying upon fluffy clouds. You felt as if you really were. It was heaven. Your legs were shaking and locking and unlocking around him as if they had a mind of their own and he was still riding you through the orgasm.

You felt sensative. Oversimulated beyond your capacity. You weakly pressed a hand against his chest but you had no energy. He didn't stop. He kept fucking you. Thrusting over and over and over until you were filled up to the brim with his load. Rope after rope, it shot into you. It oozed out of you and spilled all over the sheets, painting your walls white. He let out a loud groan and collapsed into you with all his weight. Loudly beating hearts, breathless pants and gasps for air was all you could hear until the outside sounds began to register. Slowly the voice down the floor of your apartment grew louder and clearer. It sounded like your downstair neighbours weren't too happy.

"Are you people or animals? Keep it the hell down!" the middle aged woman cried at the top of her lungs, "No shame at all!"

You couldn't help as you giggled into his chest.

I miss your hands around my neck

Character: toji fushiguro | toji zenin

Authors Note: Hi!! omg, I just realized I hit 1k like yesterday and decided to write a lil blurb for my Toji x pregnant reader series, I hope you all enjoy!! I've been starting drafts for requests and I'm so excited to post them! <3<3

Warnings: 18+, breeding, daddy kink, pregnancy, morning sickness

Synopsis:

In all senses of the word, life was...busy. But you didn't mind it per say, the domestication that was brought to your family with the birth of your son was more than welcome and toji had fallen into the roll of a protective father from the time he’d found out you were pregnant and became even more of a helicopter parent as he’d watch Megumi crawl around the room, occasionally rolling over on the carpet and giggling at random things that would catch his eye.

You couldn't remember a time when you and toji struggled to have sex - let alone, conceive. The two of you constantly fucked like rabbits which resulted in you getting pregnant with Megumi, but now that he had been born, both you and toji hardly had enough time to even kiss. Either you were spending time with your son while toji was on a mission or toji was tickling him and blowing raspberries on Megumi’s pudgy little belly while you made dinner in the kitchen.

In all senses of the word, life was...busy. But you didn't mind it per say, the domestication that was brought to your family with the birth of your son was more than welcome and toji had fallen into the roll of a protective father from the time he’d found out you were pregnant and became even more of a helicopter parent as he’d watch Megumi crawl around the room, occasionally rolling over on the carpet and giggling at random things that would catch his eye.

As you stood in the kitchen in your pj’s while you made dinner you smiled as you listened to Megumi’s squeals of laughter and toji’s enthusiastic “dad voice” you’d called it after watching him carry your son into your bedroom one night, cupping him to his large chest and kissing all over his face. “Who’s my special little baby?” toji would ask through a chuckle before shoving his face back into the neck of your son to blow kisses and listen to him giggle hysterically.

Toji was asking that same question again in the living room, “Who’s my special little baby?” he waited a second before gasping and moving to blow another raspberry on the infant’s tummy making him erupt into another fit of giggles. You smiled from your place in the kitchen before moving your hand from the counter to your belly - a feeling of emptiness overcoming you as you’d forgotten you weren't pregnant; so used to caressing your stomach as a means to comfort yourself when toji wasn't around.

The sharp reminder that you weren't pregnant brought up a quick memory from something toji had said after megumi was born and the two of you were resting in the steel tub, your hands running along toji’s thick forearm as he gazed down at your son, “wanna have another.” toji had said. At the time you were in absolutely no rush to get pregnant again, too swollen and tired to even fathom the mere thought of carrying another child.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt a hand come to rest on your lower back making you shiver slightly before turning to see toji come into view, megumi held in his arms, giving you a toothless smile.

“There's my handsome boy,” you giggled and pulled Toji into a soft kiss by his shirt. The two relished in the small moment of silence - no screaming baby and no chaotic schedule, just you and toji. Tojis plush lips smiled against your own as a small hand came up to hit where the two of you were connected, a whine coming from your son.

You turned to take megumi from toji’s arms, his large hands following yours, making sure you had hold of him before backing up to rest against the island, arms crossing as he watched you bounce his son in your small arms and coo little silly things at him. As he watched you sway gently he couldn't help but think of you being pregnant again - knocking you up with a fat baby, seeing you get all round and swollen again, fuck, he loved knowing he was the reason your body would be changing, loved the idea of you carrying his children - this time maybe he’d get a baby girl out of you.

Toji blinked, pulling himself out of his lustful haze and ran a hand over his jaw, inhaling deeply and looking back up to see you smiling at him and holding megumi’s small hand in your own, moving his hand in a waving motion. Toji giggled at his babies before waving back and taking a step, closing the distance before kissing Megumi's forehead and then yours.

After dinner you had cleaned all the dishes and took Megumi up to the bathroom for a bath, sitting in the tub with him and holding him with one arm as he balanced his small feet on your thigh, pointing and squealing at the water when you’d playfully splash it.

Toji had come into the bathroom soon after you had started to shampoo megumi’s body, removing his clothes before climbing into the tub behind you, his hands coming up to pet your son’s face gently, the other stroking your soft back. “I love you so much, baby.” he whispered into the back of your head.

You turned slightly to smirk at him, “Are you talking to me or our son?”

Toji rolled his eyes before sitting back, resting against the edge of the tub and looking at your son from over your shoulder, “shut up.”

You giggled and moved megumi to toji who took him into his hands, holding him up and bringing his face to megumi’s belly to blow a raspberry on it. Meguimi erupted into a fit of giggles as his legs kicked the air aimlessly.

“Okay, okay, enough, I've gotta get him clean.” you said through a laugh and took him back into your arms before cupping your hand under the water and bringing it up to wash out the soap in megumi’s hair. “Sweet baby boy” you smiled as he looked around, shivering slightly at the cold water running down his back.

Toji watched lovingly from behind you, his chin resting in his palm as he made silly faces at his son, occasionally reaching over your small form to cup Megumi's chin or rub his small arms. “Baby?” he said softly.

Turning, you smiled at his dazed eyes before speaking in a small voice, “yes?”

“Let me give you another baby.”

You felt butterflies erupt in your belly and heat tighten in your core at such soft words coming from his deep voice. “This time a girl?” you smiled as you turned back to Megumi.

Toji shivered lightly before nodding, although you couldn't see him, “yeah, sweetheart, this time a girl.”

The next few days were spent taking care of megumi while teasing each other lightly; toji would kiss your neck as you made dinner and would caress your thighs when the two of you woke up. You would stroke his arms and cup his middle, stroking your nails down his back making him shudder before sending him on his way to another mission.

You had called your best friend asking if she could watch megumi for the night while you and toji had some time together, she had agreed before the words could even leave your mouth, ever since you had given birth she had been obsessed with megumi and did everything she could to see him anytime you let her.

Once she had picked him up you had immediately started getting ready, showering and putting on some makeup that would be sure to be running down your cheeks by the end of the night before getting into a pair of pj’s and shuffling down to the living room.

By the time toji got home it was 8pm and you had been waiting on the couch scrolling through your phone before you heard the lock to the front door open, seeing toji walkthrough, his black shirt modeled his body perfectly, you swore you drooled right there.

“Hey, baby,” he said, not looking at you as he closed the door before turning back to catch your eyes, noticing how silent the house was - plus the absence of your infant son. “Where's ‘gumi?” he asked, throwing the keys into a small dish beside the door.

“He’s with my friend, she said she could watch him for the night.” you smiled as he came into the room.

Toji smiled warmly back at you and walked into the living room to pull you into his arms gently, “c’mere, princess” he brought his hands down to your ass to squeeze you softly before bringing them back up to your face, kissing you gently.

“You’re so gentle tonight, what’s going on?” a growing concern pooling in your belly as you watched him pull back to rub his thumbs against your cheeks.

“Nothing, sweetheart…” he kissed you again, “just lovin’ on my girl.” he smiled and kissed you again before backing up and pulling you into his lap softly, your thighs straddling his thick waist. Toji moaned into your mouth as he caressed your ass, pulling you closer to him, your breasts rubbing against his chest.

“God you’re so cute.” toji moaned as he kissed your collar bone, smoothing his calloused hands up your back softly.

You shivered slightly before pulling back to cup his jaw in your small hands, “I wanna make you a daddy again, want you to fill me up.” you said quietly, toji’s expression still soft as his eyes glazed over with lust.

“Yeah?” he smiled and grabbed your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he stood up from the couch and made his way up the stairs to your shared bedroom. Setting you on the bed gently he placed himself on top of you and began to kiss you again, tongue sliding against your own as you moaned into his mouth making him smile.

Pulling back toji stat back on his haunches to pull his shirt off before kissing you again, your hands coming to rest over his shoulders as one of his cupped your head and the other moved down to your pj’s bottoms, hand sliding beneath the soft fabric to play with the hem of your panties.

Toji pulled away from your lips to stroke your cheek gently as he looked into your eyes, panting slightly and eyes lidded, “hey, baby,” he smiled and kissed you once more, “you okay?” he rubbed your hip softly. “This okay?” he nodded with you as you pulled him back into your hold, kissing him again making him chuckle.

“Okay, okay,” he moved your shirt slightly, helping you pull it off before pressing your chests together and kissing you again.

The skin-to-skin contact had your head reeling, fogging at the intimacy and gentleness of the moment. It was just the two of you.

“C’mon sweet girl,” toji pulled your pj pants off with the help of you lifting your hips, bringing his hand up to cup your ankle and pulling your leg up to press soft kisses against your plush thighs, slowly making his way down to your panties. He kissed the pink fabric gently making you whine.

“Oh, i know, i know, daddy’s mean isn't he.” he smirked against your skin, biting the inside of your thigh before gently pulling your underwear off and throwing them behind him.

“Good god.” he groaned and kissed your folds. You sighed at his touch and reached down to sift your hands through his hair, his own hand coming up to grab your own, the two of your hands clasped together as you moaned,

Toji continued to lap at your cunt, sucking at your clit and occasionally sitting back to scissors you open, thumb rubbing small circles over your bud and index finger curling to tap your g-spot, rubbing at the spongy muscle softly.

You whimpered and reached down with your other hand to hold his wrist that was scissoring you open, “daddy, daddy, daddy” you moaned, a hot tightness pooling in your belly making your face scrunch up as you curled in on yourself, your toes flaring. “M Gonna cum.” you whined.

“Cum for me, sweetie.'' Toji cooed, moving his hand over your clit faster before watching your jaw drop and eyes roll back into your head, your back arching as your body tried to crawl away from his menstruations. You painted, chest rising and falling, looking up you caught toji’s smirk making you hit his arm lightly.

“Shut up.” you threw your arm over your eyes, listening to him chuckle as he moved back over you, the bed shifting with his weight. Toji reached up to pull your arm away from your face, making you grumble slightly and push him away.

Toji grabbed your arm before you could push him, “hey, stop it.” he moved your arm away and grabbed your hips, pulling your body towards his own, “c’mon, be good for daddy.” toji smiled and brought his lips to yours again. Toji hummed against your lips, grasping your plush thighs in his rough hands to pull them up over his shoulders.

Breaking away from the kiss you painted breathlessly and looking down between the two of you to see toji’s cock resting against your folds, he took a hand down to rub his tip up and down your mound, your slick collecting over his swollen member.

“Daddy please,” you wined, looking up at him, your lips parting as he gently pushed into you, never breaking eye contact until he bottomed out, making you moan deeply. Toji pulled back a bit to cup your hips and bring your body closer to his as he pushed all the way in again, maneuvering you into a mating press as he did so.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck” you whimpered as he began to thrust into you, his balls slapping against your skin; the sound was so fucking lewd, your slicked thighs creating a near pornographic sound as toji continued to rut into your heat.

“Yeah, yeah that feels good, sweetheart?” toji smiled, his dark hair flopping against his forehead lightly, “like when daddy fills you up?” his rough hand pet the side of your stomach lightly.

“Mhm- feel so full.” you whined, head looking to the side and eyes rolling into the back of your head. Moaning you felt your legs tense as your orgasm approached, spine tingling and abdomen tightening. “Daddy, daddy.” you mewled, tears pouring over your soft cheeks.

Toji got down onto his forearms to pet your face softly, “what is it babycakes?” he kissed your jaw and down your neck. You brought your hands up to grip his bicep roughly, face scrunching as your abdomen tightened again.

“M Gonna cum.” you managed through your clenched teeth.

Toji kissed you roughly, and began to piston into you faster, “wait for daddy, sweetie.” he groaned, tucking his head into your neck.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, “daddy, m gonna cum, m gonna cum.” you whimpered, tears pouring.

“Shh, c’mon, cum for me.” toji pulled back to watch your face as you came, your legs tensed on his shoulders, trembling as you moaned deeply at the feeling of toji’s heavy cock resting inside of your hot cunt. Toji kissed the inside of your thighs as his cum pooled inside of you.

“Good girl.” he smiled and kissed you again.

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You couldn't remember a time you were this nervous, your hands shook as you stared down at the pregnancy test in your hands, you were sitting on the lid of the toilet and toji was leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, arms crossed and black shirt straining against his chest.

“Honey, calm down.” toji said through a chuckle.

You looked up at him, your lip bit gently as you nodded before placing the text onto the bathroom counter. Toji brought you up from the toilet seat and stood behind you in the mirror, crouching down to kiss the side of your neck softly.

“M’tellin’ ya, you gotta relax,” toji rubbed a thumb over your tummy.

You nodded against him, closing your eyes as you steadied your breathing, too excited to know whether or not you were pregnant again. Toji swayed the two of you from side to side while holding a kiss to your neck. “You’re my good girl huh.” he smiled against your skin.

You blushed at his words before turning to look at him, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek.

Toji leaned forward and kissed you gently, “I told you I'd get you pregnant.” he smirked against your lips. You pulled away from him to look at his hands which were holding the test, clear doubled lines written over the screen making you grasp the stick from his hands.

You squealed happily before turning around and jumping into his arms, hugging yourself to him as closely as you could. “Thankyou toji, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou.” you giggled and toji chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down your back before pulling you into a kiss and stroking your belly gently.

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This pregnancy was different, you could tell. The morning sickness was almost killing you, you’d wretched into the toilet bowl for at least an hour every morning, your swollen middle clenching. Toji would stand to the side of you, cupping your hair in his hand and pulling it back away from your mouth as you’d empty your stomach. With megumi, morning sickness had stopped by the time you hit your second trimester, this baby, or as toji liked to call your unborn child, ‘bubba’, your morning sickness continued into your second trimester.

Leaning back from the toilet you pressed into one of toji’s legs, he brought a hand down to pet your forehead softly, stroking your clammy skin. “I’m sorry, sweetie. Bubba’s not being too nice to ya is she” toji moved over you and flushed the toilet before picking you up into his arms and placing you onto the edge of the bathtub.

Once toji found out you were pregnant he immediately took it upon himself to revamp your entire home, he replaced the metal tub with a porcelain one and started taking apart the old guest bedroom to make room for Megumi to have a bigger room and “bubba” to have their own nursery.

You relished in the coolness of the bathroom, wanting nothing more than to lay down onto the cool tires and fall asleep.

“C’mere” toji motioned with his hand and helped you into the tub, supporting your back as you sat down. “Good girl.” He sat down beside you on the edge of the tub and stroked your belly gently, letting you relax into the soapy water. “She calmed down a bit?” toji gave you a worried expression and you nodded.

“Yeah, she’s okay now, just really heavy- like-'' you moved your hands to express how you felt but only puffed your cheeks in frustration “like- i don't know!” you dropped your hands into the water and leaned back against the tub, closing your eyes and toji laughed.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he stroked your belly again, “if i could take away all the pain i would.”

You peaked an eye open and smirked at him, “don’t pretend you don't like seeing me like this, all tired out from carrying around your kid.”

Toji chuckled at that, still watching your swollen middle protectively, “yeah, i do.”

Once finished, toji helped you out of the tub and aided in dressing you before helping you down the stairs into the kitchen where megumi was watching tv. You sat down in one of the chairs at the table as toji started to make breakfast for megumi, pouring cereal into a bowl and bringing it over to the small boy on the rug. “Don’t spill that please.” he ruffled the boy’s head as he nodded enthusiastically.

Toji made his way back into the kitchen where he came over to where you were sitting and kneeled down in front of you, kissing your belly gently before stroking it, “what’s she feeling today?”

“Lucky Charms?” you smiled sheepishly at him, watching his expression go blank making you giggle. Toji didn't really like the idea of his babies consuming sugary shit, especially his still-growing-in-the-womb babies. “Please, toji, please” you brought your hands into a prayer as he got up and kissed your head.

“Fineeee” he smiled and went back to pour your cereal. Toji came back and handed you your bowl, pulling a chair up next to you and sitting down in it. Toji smiled as he watched you eat, his jaw in his hand and his other hand placed on your belly.

“You’re so beautiful” toji smiled.

toji softly stroking your thighs while you lay on his chest.

being a mother can be exhausting and it really took a toll on your life. dont get me wrong, you and toji dreamt of having a baby together but now that reality sets in, you start to see the struggles.

cries and whines filled both of yalls ears. you groaned, turning over to check the time on your phone.

4:28 am

you gently hit tojis chest preparing yourself to get up and take care of your childs cries.

the light taps on your thighs pull your eyes back to the bed. seeing toji sharing a sleepy smile, grabbing your hand and peppering a few kisses on your knuckles.

“i got him, mama. you just lay here. it’ll be quick” toji sits up before throwing on some pj pants and walking out the door.

you sigh. climbing back into the bed—paying attention to the baby monitor just to see toji cradling baby megumi.

“hey, big man…mama and i heard you cryin’. whats the matter?” toji snickers, leaning his arms into the baby bed and getting a hold of megumi.

“ma-ma!” megumi babbles—jumping slightly in tojis arms. “wan’ ma-ma!” megumi gives a toothy grin which causes toji to spread multiple kisses on his precious little face.

“come on, bud. you goin’ t’sleep with me and mama tonight.” and with that, megumis giggles only sent joy to tojis heart.

i love toji sm

And I love, love, I love you

Artwork: Melancholy - Edgar Degas

Word count: 1409 words

Pairings: Toji x reader (can also be other characters since no names are mentioned)

A/N: inspired by Icarus' Irony by @suna-reversed i hope you all enjoy. English isn't my first language so if there are any grammar errors my bad you never saw it

Warnings: Angst, cheating, slight nsfw themes i would've written the smut but i suck ass at that department

He feels so warm, the way his arm blankets around you, the entirety of your being pressed close to his chest. The heat radiates off of him, all from the exertion from before. It feels so nice, comforting, safe, it feels like home in his arms, but all you want to do is get away from him.

Why leave such solace?

Indeed, why leave such solace. But at some point we all have to.

It doesn't matter anymore, it makes you feel sick in the guts, telling yourself you'd never put yourself in this position. It's difficult being a hypocrite. The exhale from his nose gives a gentle gust of air on your hair every time. He's so peaceful right now, fallen asleep and all. His cheeks look so soft, his lips into a small pout, he looks ethereal in the dim light of the moon and you're not surprised as to why you changed your ways for him.

But you can't bear it anymore, the bile rises up your throat as tears try to fall. Slowly and gently you try to get up and to the bathroom, and when you reach you collapse on the floor. There's moans, wails, screams, and cries stuck in your throat but you refrain from waking him up. There's nothing else to do but to silently scream it all out.

How long is this going to happen? Hasn't it been long enough?

It has. But every time you try to stop you fall in deeper, deeper and deeper and even he knows that, he knows how much you fall and he falls deeper too.

But does he? He doesn't seem to, if he did, wouldn't he end it with her? End the pain of being the other woman, end the shame and guilt that comes back every morning as you search for him on your bed, only to find out he's left in the middle of the night, like he always does. How many times has he fooled you?

"You're awake"

He's sitting up on the bed, sheets having slipped down to his abdomen, serenity in it's physical embodiment covered in loving bruises and bites. Serenity looks up from where his hand had been laid, thinking back to the actions of the night, and he rakes his hair with his hand as he looks.

To you he may have been ethereal, the most serene beauty of a man, but to him you were so much more. Divine beauty in it's most enchanting form, especially now as you're standing in all your glory. And like that he breaks more and more from the confinements he's set.

But you don't know that, he wishes to show you but to you, you're only a past time of his he dotes on, sugars up and devours through the night. Because even if you try to think otherwise, the reminder always stays there. Glistening from the moonlight as it lays still on the bedside table, it's silver encasing will always bring you back to the reality that you are nothing more than a past time.

"You went away, couldn't sleep without you." There's an ache in your heart when he says that, because you wish he would say that under different circumstances, with that silver ring on his and your fingers, and not his and hers.

There will always be a reminder.

You don't reply, you don't want to either, there's nothing in your body except the hurt he brings with him every time he comes back. Always inviting him in again because you can't help but need him.

Your legs move, back to the bed as he watched you with intent eyes, you don't know what he thinks of as he watches you but the way you move to him is so sensual with the way your hips sway and he can't help but want to go again.

And he doesn't fight the urge.

Because the moment you reach the bed, the mattress sinking from your movements, his body moves on its own accord and he reaches up and kisses you, his big hands enveloping your face, pulling you to him.

And you, you let it happen all over again, because somehow he always ends up convincing you to let him have his way.

His head rests on the crook of your neck as he tries to retain his breathing. He still feels euphoric but reality has abruptly set in for you and the tears come back again.

What is the truth?

He tells you that you haunt him, plague his mind 'from wake till slumber', tells you all sorts of praised and consumed you absolutely and then leaves, pretending to never have met you in his life one time you happened to pass him in the street.

"Sorry you must've mistaken me for someone else, if you'll excuse us i have a reservation with my wife.”

You can't tell what's real and what's fake anymore, but in the end you're only just a play toy, to please him.

How many times had he promised you freedom?

How many times has he told you he doesn't even love her?

How many times had he made excuses for not ending things?

He takes your silence for exhaustion, as he cleans you up, as he sinks back into the bed ready to pull you back into his arms-

"I want this to stop"

He halts immediately, your voice sounds so frail and weak, like its glass on the brink of shattering. "I can't do this anymore" A sob almost slips out with your words.

But it's true, how much longer could you endure it? In the end he always goes back to her and never you, no matter how many times he comes, he always goes back to her. He turns you over, his hands holding your wrist, you start thrashing, repeatedly saying no as the tears free fall from your eyes now. He pulls you close, disregarding your thrashing as he closes his hold on you.

You sob and sob, crying out how much you hate him. He doesn't have to ask why you're like this, he clearly knows why. And soon your sobbing and wailing ends, your hateful spout gone.

He stays like that, until he's sure that you've fallen asleep from how your sniffling has stopped. He doesn't want to hurt you, he can't bare the idea of you being hurt by him, he never wants that to happen ever again. The look of disgust and the hurt in your eyes make him want to ask for repentance and endure every sort of suffrage there is in the world, but he knows it will never hurt as much as the way you looked at him.

Small circles traced on your back as he kisses your forehead, in every form he has seen you you'll always be his divine entity, but of all the forms he has seen, he never wanted to see you in pain again.

And as he drifts off, he confesses his affections, something he'd never tell you face to face.

It takes him a second to realize it.

You're gone. The bed is empty, it feels cold and ominous without your presence. He immediately gets up, using the blanket as a drape.

Bathroom? No

Living room? No

Closet? No

Balcony? No

Kitchen? No

You're gone, you've left him all alone. What is he supposed to do? He's so used to seeing you in the morning it doesn't feel right. You never left when it was his house, always stayed and made something, and he'd always have to make the coffee because you didn't drink any. Everywhere is so empty, there's a hollow, cold, ominous feeling to every room he enters without you. Is this you telling him it's done? He knows what you said last night but he hopes you didn't mean it, that you'd listen to him like always and stick around.

What was he supposed to do?

He couldn't bear the idea of living without your presence. Go back to that woman? There is barely anything between them anymore, there's no use in the marriage now. He wishes he ended things early, maybe you wouldn't have left, maybe you'd stick around and he could finally say that he loved you. He wonders if this is how you were every morning when he left before you could wake, now he knows how it feels.