Me When No Academic Validation

Hiiii! Sooo I was wondering uhm..if you could maybe do a toji x reader where the reader cant really maintain eye contact with people especially toji even if they are dating uhm this is my first time requesting smt so uhm delete this if this is weird⁉️ ty!! :3

Omg of course, anon!! When writing this i kinda imagined the reader and Toji on vacation or somewhere near the beach where they're eating food at a seaside restaurant/dock restaurant?? idk why, it just seemed to fit - nevertheless, i hope you enjoy <33

Cw: shyness, Toji flirting lowkey even tho u guys r 2gether, mostly fluff <3

He doesn't mind it, in fact, he finds it cute - endearing even. The way your soft eyes shift from his sharp ones, stealing glances at the hardened man ever so often as your hands began to clam in his own.

"Yer' cute," he smirks, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the soft of your knuckle.

In an instant, your cheeks were filled with heat and your eyes darted to the floor of the seaside restaurant. It'd been days since the two of you had been able to make enough time to have a date together.

"You really think so?" you gaunt, tracing the pads of your fingers over your collarbone, reaching to play with the charm of the necklace Toji had bought you for your birthday the year prior.

Toji nods; reaching across the table to pull the fallen sleeve of your top back over your shoulder. "Always." he says softly, eyes filled with heavy warmth.

Leisurely, you bring your water closer, pushing the straw between your plush lips with a soft smile.

He lets your eyes drop for the moment - watching as your brows furrow, struggling to find conversation to fill the silence as you scanned the scattered colors of wooden brown built into the bar table.

"Lookin' for something to say?" he chides, resting his chin on the seat of his palm.

You nod slowly, eyes stuck on the table still.

"Don't needa talk, kid." He clears his throat as he picks his beer up from the bar, leaning back in the bar stool.

"It's not weird-"

"Never with you." He smiles, taking your hand in his larger one, pressing a soft kiss to each finger.

Your shoulders drop in relax as you nod your head, "Thank you, Toji." your voice is low in whisper, you sip your drink softly.

"Of course."

There's silence for a while - the comforting ambience of the small restaurant and the heavy crash of the spongey waves soothes the restless and unwound quiet that rattles your mind. You almost forget where you are.

"We still watchin' a movie when we get home?" Toji's voice pulls you up to jolt lightly.

You nod again, smiling as you reach over to steal a fry from his plate.

"Hey!" he almost stops your hand, letting go of your wrist with a heavy sigh as you giggle, "I get to choose the movie for that one, brat."

rip y/n

Sukuna can knock you off to death in bed! 😩👌

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Credits

oh to have a window bed

oh..

scaring him

alex was right

toji + lactation kink

this is wonderful oh

he’d definitely be obsessed with you during pregnancy. that man wouldn’t let you breathe for a second. always holding you, always having an arm around you or touching you in a way.

and oh, he’d particularly take liking in your full plump tits, full of milk, having started lactating before your second trimester hit and ever since seeing little drops of milk drip down your nipples to your soft round belly, he just couldn’t stop staring directly at your breasts whenever he had the chance to.

even though there was nothing to be ashamed of as it was a normal part that came with pregnancy, you still were a bit insecure about it because whenever you heard a child crying on the television, your body would immediately take that as a sign for milk to start dripping from your nipples.

but toji loved it. that man would fuck you nice and good and then suck at your tits after breeding your cunt full. he loved it, loved you, loved how even more beautiful the pregnancy made you. you were quite literally glowing.

he’d squeeze at your nipples gently to feel few drops drip on his fingers, licking them to taste the delicious milk that his pregnant lady produced, being so fucking proud of you how you took the whole journey like a champ, he was so fucking proud to have you as the mother of his child.

he’d fondle and rub at your sore tits, letting you complain to him how full and heavy they felt, almost crying because oh, it was really unbearable at times, the older giving you a few suckles and kisses at each sensitive breast while rubbing at your tummy, tasting you just like that.

in all honesty, that man would be like a lunatic when it’d come to your full tits of milk, never having realized that something like that would turn him on but oh, fucking you while being able to taste your milk and help you ease the pain? what more could he ask for?

taste of gerbera ∫ t. fushiguro x reader

warnings/includes: mdni, vaginal fingering, impact play, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, degrading, dumbification if you squint, use of various pet names (kitten, little one), established relationship, mentions of violence

word count: 2.1k

synopsis: toji's gotten used to you always greeting him when he arrives home. he absolutely loves it when you literally catapult yourself to him once he's at the door, just having finished one of his dangerous missions. imagine how his heart momentarily stopped when he arrives to a quiet home and he doesn't find you in the living room where you would usually be waiting for him.

notes: i present to you, our favorite dilf. enjoy!

Toji is someone who basks in the attention his little one gives him. He loves it when you're all over him, looking at him with the brightest of smiles and your big, doe eyes shining in devotion as if he was the one who hung the stars in the sky. On the surface, his face is always marred with a frown or simply straight, devoid of all emotions but you know he has a soft spot for you and only for you.

The fact that you depend on him so much makes him so happy because how come that you, the sweetest and softest person he's ever met, give your trust and devote your life to a man such as him? Toji Fushiguro is one shady man and yet, you are in his life, smiling so prettily and always waiting for him in your little home.

He's a tough man, he knows that, you know that– heck, everybody that knows who Toji was knows that but still, you worry for him, you cry when he comes home with wounds on his body no matter how much he reassures you that he'll be fine and that it cannot be avoided in his line of work. He's never had someone fret over him like that and fuck if it doesn't turn him on and make him feel that odd but very much welcomed sensation in his stomach all at the same time.

The red tint on your cheeks and the soft squeal you make when he tells you he loves you is a little reminder that you're a gentle soul and that he should protect you, give his everything if it means you're safe and living your best life. 

"If anyone even dares to lay a finger on you, the world's going to end up in flames." 

Is a promise he engrained to his heart and mind so just imagine how his heart momentarily stopped when he arrives to a quiet home and he doesn't find you in the living room where you would usually be to wait for him. No chirpy "Daddy, welcome home!", no one catapulting herself to him, no kisses pressed on his entire face, no you, no nothing.

"Kitten? Daddy's home!" He calls out, voice loud and firm as he peers over the couch to see if you just happened to have fallen asleep while waiting for him only to be disappointed when he doesn't see you there. He could feel the erratic beats of his heart drumming against his chest but he wills himself to calm down and look deeper into the house.

When he doesn't find you anywhere downstairs, he starts trekking up the stairs in desperation. He's never felt this hopeless and scared before. Not even when he's on the verge of death, waiting for the door of doom to welcome him. "Kitten, where the fuck are you?" Never in his life did he expect that he would worry about someone this much.

"Bedroom!" At that, his feet carries him to where your voice is coming from, and there you were, sprawled out on the bed, on your phone, in nothing but his shirt and your underwear. Normally, he would find himself smiling at the sight of you, but after the little scare you've given him just minutes ago? No. Oh boy, he's pissed to say the least.

The fear and nervousness that settled within him slowly turning into annoyance when you don't even look at him after he made his presence known to you, eyes still fixated on whatever is on the screen of your device. 

"Missy." Slowly, you turn on your right to look at him innocently. The tone of his voice and the growl that followed the nickname he only calls you when you're in trouble makes you gulp and shift until you're sitting upright, phone facing downwards.

"Hi, Daddy." You greet him breathily, hoping that the smile you send his way calms him down and change his mind if ever he plans on punishing you. What did you even do?

"I was expecting for you to be waiting for me when I come home. I thought you would be excited to see me but I guess I was wrong, huh?" He is looking at you so fiercely, making you feel small and slightly intimidated.

Toji licks the corner of his mouth, tongue making contact with his scar, a habit of his when he's trying to hold himself back from something. Right at this moment, you know he's reeling himself back from blowing up on you. You watch him make his way towards you before settling on the edge of the bed beside you. "You know what to do." He grunts.

Without another word, you abandon your phone, scurry to take your panties off and tossing it somewhere in the bedroom then lays on your stomach over his lap. "I was waiting for Daddy..." You murmur sulkily, cheeks pressed up on his thigh and just waiting for him to start your punishment (which you think you don't deserve but you don't tell him that of course).

"Sure you were." The man scoffs, a large hand on your ass and kneading your right cheek. "Do you know how worried I was when I didn't find my little girl downstairs?" He asks followed by a smack on the same cheek he was kneading. The action makes you moan and even though he's just getting started, you can feel your slick slowly trickling down your folds in arousal.

"'M sorry, Daddy!" You weakly tell him but the man seems to ignore your apology when his hand lands another bruise-inducing slap on each cheeks of your ass this time, groaning at the sight of it bouncing at the impact. Looking at you like this, he can't help but be mean, wanting to see you cry and begging for him.

"You better start counting or do I have to do that for you too? Come on, little one. At least prove yourself worthy of being Daddy's slut." He hears your soft whimpers but he disregards it, knowing you're aware that whatever degrading things he tells you in the bedroom are empty and only meant to make you cry.

"Four!" The sound of his palm making contact on your reddening skin is loud but not as loud as your needy moan when he places a finger on your clitoris, rubbing it in slow circles which makes you move your hips down, hoping for Toji to insert at least one of his fingers inside your weeping pussy.

"Quit. Squirming. You. Brat." Four consecutive slaps are what he gives you, his words punctuated by each harsh lashes on your skin that it has you pathetically sobbing, mouth pressed on his thigh to bar the sounds of your cries with your saliva messily wetting the material of his pants.

"Sorry, Daddy! Don't want this anymore, want your cock, Daddy, please!" You wail, begging for him to just stuff you full and use you to his heart's content as you arch up, your plush and bruised bottom lifting off his thigh. At this point, your entire butt is decorated with the prints of his hand, pretty and all red.

"You think you can make requests like that, my dumb baby girl? And I don't hear you counting." Going a little gentle on you, he pats your ass twice with just enough pressure to see it bounce before his thumb moves back to your clit, massaging your nub and spreading your juices all over your messy cunt.

"Ten..." You sigh, eyes closing in satisfaction when he adds more pressure on your sensitive button while his other hand runs over the reddening skin of your ass in a caress.

"Good girl." With a swift hand, he fits his middle and index fingers inside your hole, the entire length of them rubbing against your walls just right.

"Oh Daddy... that feels s'good!" You whimper needily, walls clamping down on his digits and slick coating them as they move in and out of you in a pace so addicting that it has your eyes rolling back and mouth parting to release a whiny moan.

Toji leans down so that your back is pressed on his chest, his mouth just teasingly brushing on your ear before he whispers, "What do you say?" in a grunt.

"Tha-thank you, Daddy." You manages a shaky smile, eyes threatening to close with how good your boyfriend's fingers are languidly going in and out of you, his long digits able to reach that sweet, sweet spot you know is his favorite to stimulate just to hear you beg for him to keep going and stop simultaneously. He loves seeing you go crazy because of him. 

Toji pulls your head back by your hair with his free hand, the stretch on your neck making you whine but it doesn't stop him from gripping on it tighter. He wants to see you break and cry, it makes him feel proud of you and it satisfies him. Maybe it's the sadistic part in him but knowing that you can take everything he gives you turns him on so much. The tent digging on his pants and incessantly poking your stomach is enough proof of what you do to him.

"Daddy, more." You pant, tightening around his fingers to entice him into giving you what you want. Without a warning, he adds his ring finger alongside his two digits, his movements frantic and relentless now that you've asked for more. The slick sounds coming from in between your legs is so lewd and your moans only adding on to the heat of the moment, Toji can't help himself but be harsher.

This is one of the many things he loves about you. Even if you're in the middle of a scene, you know how his mind works, you tune your body to how he likes it because you know that he'll take care of you. All the rough handling he gives you, you embrace with your legs open and pussy dripping with want.

"Look how messy you are, kitten. Your little cunny keeps on tightening on Daddy's fingers too." He chuckles, listening to you babble and talk incoherently, too lust and pleasure-drunk to be able to come up with words that make sense. Curling his fingers upwards, he finally aims for the spot that he keeps on intentionally missing to torture you just a bit more, knowing that you can't do anything but receive whatever he gives you.

"Gonna cum, 'm gon' cum, Daddy!" You're fisting on his shirt, knuckles almost turning white with how much you're gripping on it. This time, Toji lets you move your hips back and forth to meet the brutal thrusts of his hand into your wanting pussy, letting you reach that blissful high you deserve.

"Yeah? You gonna cum on Daddy's fingers? Go on then, baby girl." He encourages, his deep voice really doing something to you in ways you can't explain but the pulsing of your walls around his fingers sure is enough to interpret it.

"Fuuuuuck- oh, Daddy!" You burrow your face deeper on your man's thigh, releasing the coil forming in your stomach and feeling that delicious kick of your orgasm settling in on you. You're literally gushing on your boyfriend's still moving fingers, helping you relish your climax to the last bit until your moans die down into soft pants.

Behind you, Toji smiles before he pulls you up so you end up straddling him. The sting on your butt makes you wince a little when your skin makes contact on the rough material of his drenched pants (courtesy of your saliva and cum). "Hey, kitten." He brushes some of your hair out of your face, the smile still on his face as he looks at you.

"Daddy." You only lay your head on his shoulder, too tired to say anything. For a minute, he lets you cuddle up to him to the point of you almost falling asleep but then you get startled when he slaps your ass again in a chastising manner. "Only bad girls swear during sex. Are you a bad girl?"

You lift your head to flash him a sheepish grin, shaking your head a little. "No, sorry, Daddy. Won't do it again."

He hums and presses a gentle kiss on your lips before maneuvering the both of you so you end up laying on your back with him hovering on top of you. "Now, you're going to be a good girl and lay there while Daddy fucks you until you can't say anything but his name. What do you say?"

"I'd love that, Daddy."

© pastel-catto 2021 ∫ plagiarism is a crime

on the bed, on the couch, bent over the kitchen counter, by the fireplace, against the wall, in the shower, on the floor, in the basement, against the window, in front of a mirror, missionary, cowgirl, full nelson, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, outside, in the car, in a public restroom, against a mirror

3:30 pt. 2

pt.1

dilf!toji, slight temp play (?), car blowjob, age gap, fem!reader, slight exhibitionism, lots of teasing

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“is the pistachio flavor even good?”

the older man side eyes you from the drivers seat, taking another bite of the pale green treat in his hand.

the mall parking lot is always quiet just before sunset. you watch as the sky casts soft hues of gold and orange over the corded muscles of his biceps and shoulders.

he’s.. gorgeous you think. even despite the permanent scowl on his face and how comically small the spoon he’s holding is compared to his massive hands.

“what, you wanna try or something?” he asks you, motioning for you to lean towards him.

a large hand settles on the base of your neck as the older man feeds you a spoonful of his ice cream, wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb as you swallow down the bite.

toji pops the finger into his own mouth, chuckling with low eyes as he sucks the sugar from his skin.

“messy.”

“shut up.”

“you calling me a liar little girl?”

“hell yeah old man.”

you pause for a moment in spite of the butterflies in your chest, pondering the new flavor.

he scoffs as soon as your face screws up with a sour grimace.

better than whatever the fuck you got.” he laughs.

“there’s nothing wrong with black raspberry!” you say with a light shove to his chest. the older man catches your wrist with his own, pulling you towards his body and placing a playful bite to the junction of your neck.

you shiver hard at the contact, fighting the urge to groan at the feeling of his mouth on you. the beginning of a moan is quickly covered up with a laugh as you pull back.

you secretly hope he leaves a mark, teeth shaped indents in soft shades of blue and green you can run your fingers over later.

“fuck, you ok? cold?” he asks with a chuckle, running his warm hands down your sides. you shiver just as hard at the contact, mentally berating your body for giving your thoughts away so openly.

“sensitive huh.” you practically feel the sleazy grin forming on the older man’s, even without seeing it. you’re currently too preoccupied to focus on anything but the clear shape of his hard cock through his denim work pants.

“wanna park somewhere quiet and help this old man out?”

you’re embarrassed at how fast you nod.

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an animalistic groan erupts deep from within his chest at the feeling of your freezing cold mouth closing around his tip. toji winds a fist into your hair, guiding you up and down his hot length.

the roof of the dodge still lies open, exposing the two of you to the night air. you’re parked as far back as the lot goes, illuminated by what little light the street lamps cast on the two of you.

the seats of the car are pushed forward, giving you room to work in the back on your knees.

“fucking freak.” he mumbles, letting go of your hair to bring a zippo to the end of the cigarette pinched between his teeth. he tips his head back and blows smoke into the air, groaning at the cocktail of stimuli his body is receiving.

the older man pets your head as though to make up for his harshness, humming at the way you try to take him into your throat. toji attempts to ash his cigarette into the soupy remnants of your dessert, blowing more smoke into the evening air.

you release his tip with a cough, a sparkly line of saliva stretches from his cock to your swollen lips.

“mm don’t.” you tell him, leaning down to mouth at the thick vein that runs up from his base

“hm?” he hums absentmindedly, tucking your hair behind your ear with his free hand. a sharp “fuck” rings out as you start bobbing your head again.

“why’s that baby?”

“use the ashtray.” you tell him sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to his weeping tip. “cleaner.”

“cleaner huh?” he teases. the older man gathers your hair into a ponytail at the base of your skull, stopping to massage your scalp with deft fingers. he takes a short drag and blows the smoke directly in your face, chuckling at your sour expression.

“wanna take that sweater off for me?” he asks, looking down at you with dark eyes.

you nod, raising your arms as he helps you out of your uniform. you wince at the bite of the night time air on your back, upper half exposed to the world.

toji palms at one of your tits with his hand, pinching your hard nipple through the thin fabric of your bra.

“cute.” he mumbles, fixated on the weight of your breast between his fingers.

“open.” he tells you, grabbing his cock by the base and holding it out for you. you stick out your tongue immediately, arching your back to get a better angle.

he slaps the head of his cock on your tongue twice before reaching for your thighs. the slap that lands just below your ass bounces off of the pavement and rings through the lot.

you take him back into your mouth without being asked, relaxing your throat to accommodate his thick length. the man above you rewards you by flipping up your already tiny skirt, thumbing the lacey fabric that covers your little slit.

“fuck.” he groans, sinking back into his seat and reaching to stroke his length. “fuck, i’m gonna bust.”

you whine at the loss of sensation on your pussy but quickly pull back, silently requesting his release.

“ohhh?” he chuckles darkly. “you want it on your face then? you want my seed on your fucking face?”

you nod with a sickeningly innocent giggle, replacing his hand on his length with your smaller one.

you stroke him to completion, gasping at the milky ropes that flow over your knuckles and down the length of your wrist. toji holds you in place with a hand on your crown and slaps his cock against your face, smearing his release over your lips and cheek.

“say thank you toji.” he tells you, flicking the butt of his cigarette onto the pavement.

“hm’ thank you toji.”

you press a final kiss to his milky tip.