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plz, Toji is so soft with y/n whenever she’s in pain or uncomfortable 🥺 how does he take care of her when she’s sick? does little Megumi waddle over and try to make the pain go away or does he get sent to his grandparents house so Toji can focus on taking care of y/n?

Awhh omg okay okay, he'd be so sweet anon

Cw: fem reader, fluff, illness, headaches, snuggling

♱ hes immediately so gentle with you (dimming the lights and speaking in rough whispers)

♱ megumi will try to walk into you and Toji's shares bedroom, climbing up onto the bed before Toji's grabbing him and picking him up by the waist before shoo'ing him out the door, "Be quiet, buddy, mommy's sleeping."

♱ Toji calls your parents over to take Megumi for the day while he takes care of you

♱ wraps you up in one of his hoodies and carries you to his truck to pick up a prescription for you (the whole time you're whining and tearing up from your pounding headache and swollen sinuses.

♱ holds your hand the whole time, rubbing soft circles into your wrists, kissing your knuckles

♱ "Tojiiii," you're nearly crying, pulling the hood of your his sweatshirt over your head and snuggling into the leather seats of the truck.

♱ "I know, sugar, I know," he frowns, throwing the truck's visor down to block out of some of the sun

♱ once you're home, he cooks you Chef Boyardee and turns on your favorite TV show, sitting you down in his lap and massaging your temples while you slurp on the pasta weakly.

♱ he lets you sleep on him msit of the day,wrapped in your favorite blanket like a burrito and cooped up in his lap.

♱ he takes like,,, 30 photos of you knocked out cus he thinks you look adorable (not becuz you're sick, just cus you look so peaceful when you're sleeping)

♱ if you start to feel better, he'll turn the TV back on and let you explain the characters of your show and what you think will happen next while he smiles, running a hand up and down your arm gently

♱ if you're not feeling better, he'll carry you to the bedroom and settle you into the bed, spooning you while you sleep

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ HOW THEY FUCK YOU (WITH LINKS)

☠︎ reader description。afab, race/ethnicity neutral.

☠︎ characters。choso, sukuna, gojo, geto, nanami, todo, toji.

☠︎ tags/tw。(16+), slapping, asphyxiation, impact play, rough fucking, cunnilingus, fingering, makeouts, dumbification, overstimulation, soft sex.

when they’re pent up with all that sexual tension they need to find some way to release it. so just exactly how would they fuck you?

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i would literally let him do anything t-

hes so long 😃

ONE NIGHT • toji fushiguro ! blk bimbo plus sized reader

Here you were in Toji’s bed, folded in half while he fucked into you. “Let me make you a mommy yeah?” he rasped into your ear groping every place of your body, he left no crevice untouched.

contents: 19+ content mating press, groping, toji being a pervert, cheating (but from gojo), age gap (reader is in their early twenties and toji late thirties), doggystyle, toji sticks a thumb where it shouldn’t be, reader is an airhead, mentions of reader breaking up with Gojo, This isn’t proof read and this is my first fic on here so bare with me pls :)

You decided today was the day to get out of bed after your break up with your ex Gojo Satoru, you found out during his free time he was going to trips to meet up with different women, if it wasn’t for you using the leftover brain cells in your brain you would’ve been oblivious. The day finally came when you finally confronted him, and he did what any other man does when he’s caught….cry, throw a tantrum like a toddler who’s mother simply said no. It took all of your strength not to show him how the situation really made you feel.

“Get out” you sternly told him, only giving the things he came to your apartment with, the rest of the things were gifts you gave him that obviously he didn’t deserve. The only thing that separated you two now was the door which you slammed in his face making yourself jump. “It’s not like I’m unattractive and can’t find another boytoy” you thought to yourself redownloading tinder and looking at all of the messages that basically collected dust in your inbox while you were with Gojo.

One match in particular caught your eye, Toji Fushiguro’s an older man with a scar that decorated the top and bottom of his lip, emerald green eyes, black hair, matched with a black shirt that almost ripped because of how muscular he looked. Apparently you caught Toji’s eye first because he sent a message. I would kill to have a girl like you on my arm, what do you say doll? You looked at the message over and over until you replied. Ever since then you two were texting back and forth.

It wasn’t until later in the day he asked if you wanted to go out to dinner and go back to his apartment, you then agreed. You spent probably an hour scrambling for the most curve-hugging, neck breaking, outfit. After walking into the restaurant, you frantically looked around for the man that matched his Tinder profile, you then was greeted by a “are you Y/N?” a voice boomed in your ear making you gasp.

There he was, you stood face to face to the man you spent hours flirting with via text. You looked him with your big brown doe eyes and nodded, he then led the way to where his seat was. “Its finally nice to see a face with these texts” he says getting comfortable inside of the booth, you played with the hem of your skirt not knowing what to say. For the next hour you two exchanged laughs and found out you two had more in common than you thought.

After Toji paid the bill he led you to where his car was parked, it was an old school sports car, considering you not knowing shit about cars you just complimented the car and got in. Toji was a pure gentleman, he opened the car door for you, and led the way to his apartment. It was minimalistic but nice, you can tell a man resided in the lonely apartment the way the energy felt. “Make yourself at home” he says walking to the kitchen to wash his hands.

You sat down on the couch which faced the television, it was black with a velvet touch, very soft and plush, like yourself. Toji brought over two glasses of chilled white wine and put on a movie. You weren’t sure if it was the wine but you felt an ache in your cunt making you shift your thighs together, your action puzzled Toji giving you a nonverbal “are you ok?” look without saying it. You nodded and quickly looked away because of the embarrassment you felt creeping up on you. His long arm stretched and made its way to your body constricting you like a snake squeezing its prey.

You blushed and bit your bottom lip, of course you had zero thoughts in your head to think Toji was trying to get you into his bed. He rubbed his thumb against your bottom lip making you look away once more in embarrassment. “I meant what I said doll” Toji purrs leaning in to kiss you. Your eyes widen with shock as your tongues battled each other to see who will win in a war for dominance, by default Toji won. You pulled away wiping leftover saliva from your lip.

You began to straddle Toji, you two continued to kiss until he started undressing you, layer by layer as if you were an onion, he didn’t stop until you were the one who was fully nude making you blush uncontrollably. Toji started groping you from your breast to your ass, he breathed in your scent like he was a hound dog searching for a prey. “Please” you whimpered under his touch. Toji proceeded to pick you up and gently laid you on the bed.

He slowly started to strip himself of his clothes so you were able to take a mental photograph of his physique, the way his pectorals flexed when he took his shirt off, or the way his thighs looked, so ride able…and he was yours for this night. Toji climbed on top of you grinding his hard on onto your cunt. He hissed at the tightness of how he felt, his cock needed to be freed. The last thing to go was his boxers, you saw how angry his cock looked and how pre-cum covered his slit. “On your knees” he directs getting off of the bed..you obeyed and took Toji in your mouth, he was losing it the way your glossed lips felt against his shaft. His large hands gripped your hair guiding you and taking control.

You felt him down in your throat, spit pooled from your mouth to your breast making Toji moan at the sight below him, “you’re so fucking gross you know that” he growls his pace is stuttering now, “having a filthy old pervert like me fuck your throat, I know you’re enjoying this too aren’t you whore?” he says once more slapping your face while you maintained eye contact. He pulled you off of his cock and put you on the bed making you fall face first.

Toji took a moment to really appreciate how you looked from behind, the way your hole begged to be filled, and how your ass was ready. “get ready for me baby” he says slowly inching in. You had tears of pleasure in your eyes while your manicured nails gripped the sheets, your cunt began to queef which made you feel embarrassed once more..it was as if you were keeping tally of the amount of times you felt embarrassed in one night. Toji crept over you his front meeting your back, he grabbed your hair “she’s talkin’ to me, keep squeezing around me yeah?” he whispered licking the shell of your ear. Somehow his thumb found his way onto your puckered hole making you look back at him with sad puppy eyes.

He then flipped you over to your front, he took your legs and put them over his shoulder, he started to stroke slowly, “p-please” you whimpered landing a hand on his chest, he looked you in your eyes with a deadpan stare while he sped up making the headboard thud against the wall. “TOJI” you screamed, here you were in Toji’s bed folded in half while he continued to fuck into you, “let me make you a mommy, yeah?” he rasped into your ear groping you in every place on your body, he left no crevice unturned.

Toji felt you squeeze around him, he rubbed your sensitive nub, “I know baby I know” he coos watching you unfold, you felt funny like you needed to pee? you squirted out a clear liquid while toji emptied himself inside of you.

“We’re not done yet dove, its only 8:00 pm, we have the whole night” he says scooping his cum back inside of you.

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.

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.

Marche is so real

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toji kisses your neck first, during backshots. you can feel his heavy breathing and growls, he always gets so drunk with the image of you on all fours, ass cheeks wide spread so he can see his thick dick going in and out of your cunt. he loves to see all of you. but he’s so mean to you!! knowing that your back is sensitive, he gives you so much kisses and caresses there:( loves it when you shake and whimper because of it.