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sexlapis · 6 months

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[◉°] … Y/N & TOJI BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT… 537k views

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꩜ actor! toji x actress! reader

⤷ synopsis : you & toji deny the dating rumours, but you’re both being a little bit too comfortable with each other for your relationship to be just “platonic”.

sfw, fluff, toji is a little ooc <3

. art credits to deltapork on twitter

.. inspired by this post

… part 2, part 3, part 4

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꩜ first clip

you & toji are in an interview, one to promote the upcoming release of the action movie you both star in where you’re the main love interest. it is bound to be a huge success, judging by the interest and how everyone loves the chemistry you and toji have both in and out of film!

the interviewer asks you a question and while you’re responding you can feel someone staring at you. you turn to your left where toji is sitting, and he has his eyes dead set on you, not looking away for one second. you turn your focus back to the interviewer to continue answering, but you can’t help but turn back and see that he is still staring at you with his intense blue eyes. you repeat this a few times before cutting off your own sentence with a giggle and covering your face with your hands.

toji chuckles in confusion, looking at the interviewer and then back at you, bewildered. “what-whats so funny?”

you look at toji with your hands still covering your face. “toji, i can’t concentrate when you look at me like that!”

toji tilts his head, swiftly shifting his chair in your direction and leans closer to you, practically nose to nose at this point. “like what?”

“like that!” you laugh, covering your hot face once more as he and the interviewer laugh at your actions.

the interviewer chimes in. “i do have to say, your eyes can be quite intimidating..”

“see?!” you say to toji and then look to the interviewer. “thank you.”

toji huffs and just looks at you. and you look back at him with a small grin on your face.

you speak. “as i was saying…”

you repeat your response to the question and toji exaggeratedly stares at you and you attempt to ignore it (and fail).

꩜ second clip

this was a behind the scenes clip, where your cast member is speaking about his characters relationship with the other main characters but sadly for him, that is not where the viewers’ attention was.

in the background, they see toji sitting on a couch looking at his phone and then you walking into frame. toji looks up from his phone, and if you look very closely, he can be seen smiling at you. you walk over and plop down on the couch right next to him. you both talk to each other for a few moments, faces close together and then you lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and taking what appears to be a nap. toji, moving as slowly as he can, takes a blanket that is already on the couch and drapes of over you. you snuggle closer to him, prompting toji to rest his head on top of yours. he does just that.

꩜ third clip

during an interview with you and the cast members, including toji, in front of a live audience, you somehow found yourselves on the topic of the types of cars you all have. you then remember how toji had told you about a motorcycle he owned, but you forgot which kind.

“i think i wanna ride on toji’s..motorcycle! i think-”

you hear the audience laugh and hear a few wolf whistles and you turn to your fellow actors, who are also laughing, especially gojo. you seem confused, but then you think back to what you said a second ago and feel your face heat up in embarrassment.

“oh, no no nonono-” shaking your head vehemently, “that is not-”

“toji’s motorcycle eh?” gojo teases while raising his eyebrows and wiggling his fingers, which only encourages the mockery and your desire to punch him.

you cover your face with your hand and sigh. “oh my god.”

while everybody in the room makes fun of you, you look to the left to see toji’s reaction and the camera pans to his smug smirking face.

“i mean i’m free friday night so..” he trails off, winks at you and the audience goes crazy and you shove your face in your hands.

“forget i even said anything!”

꩜ fourth clip

you and toji were recording a little vlog like video for the fans, talking about what it was like on set when you get onto the subject of what working with the other cast members is like.

“yeah gojo’s is pain in the ass.” toji states and shakes his head, fondly almost. “never stops running that big mouth ‘a his.”

spits of laughter fall from your mouth at his frankness. “uhh..yeah that’s true, gojo if you see this don’t be offended!”

“yeah we still like you we just..wish you’d shut the fuck up more often.”

“toji!” you gasp and slap his chest, “you’re no spring chicken either you know.”

toji scoffs and looks at you with a raised brow. “yeah, you’re a handful yourself.”

“what? no i’m not!” toji tilts his head and blinks. “everyone says i’m great to work with. you’re such a liar.” you roll your eyes with a laugh.

toji chuckles and moves closer to you on the sofa, and leans towards your face. “no ‘s alright. i have big hands.” he places a kiss on your cheek.

“ew, you’re so corny!” you lean away and wipe away his kiss, trying not to smile and look flustered.

꩜ fifth clip

this was a big day for y/n x toji lovers, when a movie you were both in won an award. now, neither of you were the main characters, but the fans made sure to make you both the most popular ones.

while the director is accepting the award, fans zoomed in on you and toji standing near the back of the group of cast members, where you’re tearing up and trying not to cry. you’re wiping your tears and toji looks at you and does a double take when he realises that you’re crying. he looks down at you and hugs you from the side, which makes you lay your head on his chest and wrap an arm around his waist. toji accepts this invitation and full on hugs you, kissing the top of your head softly and rubbing your back.

꩜ sixth clip

toji posts workout videos on his instagram stories. they’re mostly of him lifting weights and they’re rare, so fans cherish them.

and then theres a short video of you laying on top of toji’s back while he does pushups like it’s nothing. you’re smiling, spreading your arms out like you’re flying. toji suddenly starts going fast as fuck, making you bounce and almost fall off. you gasp and start hitting the back of his head while the person recording starts to laugh (most likely gojo).

you fall off toji’s back and lay on the floor like a starfish. the camera pans to a proud looking toji before you kick his face.

a/n: thank u for reading ^_-

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colonelarr0w · 26 days

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TOJI who comes home late from work to a silent house. All of the lights in the house are off, the only source of illumination being the flickering screen of the television, and even that is stuck on a multicolored SOURCE UNKNOWN screen.

“Baby? Y’in here?” he calls out to the empty living room, eyebrows furrowing in a mixture of confusion and concern as he toes off his shoes.

He continues through the silent apartment, dutifully checking each room before finally standing in the doorframe of the master bedroom. Against his better judgement, Toji’s lips turn upward at the sight that lies in front of him.

Toji approaches the bed, sitting at its edge and being careful to not accidentally crush your legs underneath the weight of his body.

You look so peaceful wrapped up in the sheets of your shared bed, lips parted in gentle breaths with that tiny line of drool trickling down from the corner of your mouth.

He reaches a finger out, stroking the back of it against your cheek and grinning to himself as you subconsciously move closer to the warmth radiating from his skin.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he murmurs, lowering himself to lay across from you. He opens his arms, scooping you into them and tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

You hum sleepily against his skin, eyes fluttering open as your arms wind around his midsection, followed then by your legs tangling with his own.

“Hi baby,” you murmur, bleary eyes blinking up at him as he cranes his neck to gaze down at you.

“Hey,” he mutters, laying a kiss against your forehead and grinning to himself as you snuggle closer to him. “Sleepy?”

“Mhm. Tried t’wait up.”

His chest warms at your words, arms momentarily squeezing you. He’d never admit it to anyone — he’d rather die than say it aloud … but you made him so incredibly soft.

Only you. Only you.

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teddybeartoji · 8 days

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toji loves listening to you ramble. i really think he does. he finds your voice so soothing, so comforting, no matter whatever the fuck you're actually talking about. he's lazing on the coach at home while you're out running some errands and ranting about how stupid people can be over the phone. he laughs quietly to himself, very amused by your annoyed tone. but he loves it. he wants to hear what you've bought, where you've been, what you've eaten, where you're going next. he loves hearing you talk to the barista, never ending the call with him. he listens to you order a sweet little beverage and he's smiling, happy about the fact that you're having a good time.

he can't wait until you come home though. he already knows you're going to step inside and immediately hit him with another ramble as if you weren't just on the phone with him. he watches you kick off your shoes and remove your coat, he watches you place your bags onto the table before making your way over to him. you give him a big toothy grin and he doesn't even have time to respond because you're already falling flat on him. folding your hands on his chest, you rest your chin on top of them - staring at your boyfriend at an uncanny angle. his big arms curl around your middle and now you truly feel at home.

"arytiredfmyet?"

he rumbles a chuckle from beneath you and pinches your side, reveling in the little squeak you let out. "ya gotta speak louder than that, sweetheart."

with an eye-roll, you grumble back. "i asked whether you're tired of me yet..."

he looks so terribly comfy. and homey. and he smells so fucking good. you've never seen a boyfriend look so boyfriend. he's warm and he's looking at you with the softest eyes, despite the little smug grin that's creeping on his lips.

"ya got more for me?"

"i'm afraid so. awful, just awful things happened on the bus." you nod your head, eyes big - emphasizing your words like you almost died on your way back home and his insides feel extremely gooey. you're so close and you're warm, too. he can feel your heartbeat pounding directly above his own, the touch is just right. he knows you're tired; you've had a long day but you're still so set on talking his ears off and he loves you.

his scarred hands knead the skin of your waist. he looks like a big domesticated wolf. you want to scratch his ears. you surpress your desire to tell him that though. his lips stretch into a proper smile and your stomach fills with butterflies.

"can't wait to hear all about it, sweetheart."

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itadoring · 4 months

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“ Mummy!” the little girl runs to her mother and hugs your legs as soon as her little body collides with yours.

You grin from ear to ear and call her in a happy tone as you move some of her black locks from her face.

“ Honey,” you call her by the nickname and lower yourself to the level of her eyes; those green eyes the same as her father's and older brother's.

“ Kissie.” she tells you, pointing her little index finger at her cheek, and you without objection indulge her.

When she feels satisfied, she runs towards her father who welcomes her with open arms and Toji, without a second thought, presses his thin lips on the same area where you left the kiss, all with his eyes fixed on your face and your reaction.

Like every couple, you too have your little quarrels and this time you are stubbornly not speaking to him while he, well, tries to get that dossa rage out of you.

Your daughter is unaware of the ploy her father used to get an indirect kiss from you, and you can't help but look at him with mixed emotions.

You avert your gaze from him when you notice the right side of his mouth turn up as if mocking you for your naivety.

The rest of the day is difficult for you as with every interaction with your children, Toji does the same.

Did you run a hand through Megumi's hair? Well, his father does too but he does not receive a smile rather a strange look from his son.

Did you rub the tip of your nose with your daughter's? Toji does it too and that makes the little girl giggle more, pleased with the attention she receives.

But just when you think you've figured out your husband's next move, he leaves you surprised by planting a kiss on your temple or cheek while you're not paying too much attention.

Never underestimate this man.

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maeby-cursed · 2 months

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➴ OH, STUPID CUPID ! ♡

✧ a/n: happy valentine's, dear angels ! ♡

Toji Fushiguro doesn’t believe in Valentine’s Day.

Why would he, after all? It’s merely a capitalist ploy to keep the consumerism engines turning. You can disguise greed in glittery pink polish and white chocolate bonbons but at its core, it won't change its nature.

And so, he spends St. Valentine’s like he would any other day; gets up at dawn, works until his hands are peeled and his back aches and gets home to eat whatever he has left over.

It’s a good routine, the most stable one he’s found for himself in years.

He can't recall a time where the fourteenth of February meant anything at all.

(Except for that one year that it had.)

But he won't think of withered flowers or laughing kisses or other sweets that have since rotten in his memory. A woman, a child, an apartment downtown.

That is all long gone now. The apartment downtown had gotten expensive, and the child had grown older. The woman had gone long ago and there were no more flowers or kisses or laughter.

It’s all capitalism, it’s all vapid and stupid and childish.

So, Toji Fushiguro doesn’t believe in Valentine’s Day. That is until you come along, knocking on his workshop’s door.

You’re obviously lost, mumbling an inquiry about how much you could get for selling a motorbike you keep referring to as "an old piece of garbage".

He can't help but snicker at your wording, a little chuckle that grows into a full chest laugh when he sees what you’ve dragged to his shop. It’s painfully obvious that this thing isn’t yours.

You keep holding the handlebars with careful hands, sparing few disgusted glances to the vehicle, as if its mere existence wounded you.

He asks how long you’ve had it, and where you got it, and how much you’d like to get.

You answer back curtly: two years, your ex, nothing as long as you get rid of it.

You seem annoyed just by having to be there and for some unexplainable reason this amuses him to no end. Maybe being surrounded by car engines in a small workshop with no windows is starting to affect him.

“I’ll take it.”

You raise your gaze from the dusty headlight, shocked by his offer.

“You will?”

“Sure thing. You don’t want it, I could use some new parts, I’ll just scrap it.”

You let out a sigh, relieved, and all the tension dissipates from your shoulders.

“Oh, that… well, that would be great! Thank you.”

Your smile makes him stop in his tracks. Pretty and warm and familiar – something dangerous. His head travels back.

After a second that lasts forever, he acknowledges what you've said, grunting as his only response and getting back to the store with you in tow.

“Could I leave it with you now or…?"

“Bring it back next week, I don’t really have a place to put it right now, y’know?”

You look around the place. It’s full of buckets of paint and car parts, no decor but stacks upon stacks of metallic shelves full of objects you can’t recognize. You chuckle awkwardly, seemingly in a better mood after the compromise you've arranged.

“Right, uhm… Actually, I'm not here next week, could I come back tomorrow?”

Toji turns back to stare at you, and for the first time, really sees you. You look young, probably in your mid-twenties, of bright eyes and shiny hair, and that pretty smile that keeps fluttering over your lips.

He hasn’t done this in a long time… But maybe…

“I close at 10pm today, why don’t you come back then?” he says, closing his fists to stop them from sweating.

Your wondering eyes freeze on him then, and your lips part slightly. He just can't stop staring.

“But it’s Valentine’s Day. Don’t you have any plans?” you ask, shyly.

“I don’t believe in that crap.”

Shit. That wasn’t supposed to come out like that.

“Oh,” you whisper. You're still grinning up at him, but your expression has lost its warmth, instead replaced by a polite awkwardness and doubtful gaze, and now he's kicking himself in his head.

“Sorry, did that bother you?” he asks, hiding his guilt with a smirk.

“No, not at all!" You laugh, playing with your hands. "I… just, I don’t mind it, I guess.

"I know it's not even a real holiday and that it's merely a product of capitalism, and that it’s all about sales and consumerism and all of that, but… I find it nice, you know? Having a day to be with the people you love…" You look around his shop once, before giving him a shy stare. "It’s sappy, I know.” You end with a shrug, your ears flushed.

Toji doesn’t say anything for a minute, he just breathes and takes it in.

Oh, he’s grown bitter, hasn’t he? Old and sour.

His son is out there right now buying flowers with his friends, his coworker is on a date at a fancy place, his one and only friend is buying chocolates for his wife… And he’s here at 5pm, with his hands dirty and his neck sweaty and the prettiest woman he’s seen in a long time in front of him, with no plans for tonight and a lovely smile hidden by a familiar sort of nervousness.

What is wrong with him? Is he truly that fucking stubborn? Can't he deal with a bit of pink?

He’ll admit that he's never minded the chocolates and the roses – even if they aren’t his favorite – and that he always laughs at the cherubs and the cheesy postcards. Of course, he won't talk about how he still hums old 50s songs while he works or how he indulges in a bit of dessert when February rolls around, though.

But he knows. He's always known.

So, maybe it’s not all about the money. Maybe it’s more about being accompanied for once since he was twenty three and alone. Maybe it’s more about taking a shot at getting something good back.

Maybe it's not all capitalism, not all vapid and stupid and childish.

“Yeah… I guess it’s not all that bad.”

“I do like it… sometimes,” you finish, as if completing his train of thought. This hasn't happened to him in a long time. "I’ll be back tonight then…?”

He recovers quickly, smirking briefly before turning to clean his hands with a rag.

“Sure, at 10pm," he says, over his shoulder.

You laugh, cheerful once more, and begin walking to the door.

“It’s a date!”

And, God, he really hopes it can be, if only because it’s Valentine’s Day.

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noosayog · 4 months

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THE NATURE OF LONGING

... is that the heart only wants for what it can't have.

fushiguro toji x fem!reader

contents: nsfw, non-curse au, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, mutual pining, slow burn, lots of angst, fluff, eventual smut, each part will have its own cw/tw

wc: 4.3k as of part 1, no release schedule

Taglist: OPEN, send an ask!

MDNI

part 1

part 2

part 3

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esmedelacroix · 4 months

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13 days til' Christmas

christmas party with exhusband!toji fushiguro ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

cw: very suggestive(got carried away/honestly its smutty idk what's wrong with me), shower sex, unprotected p in v, angsty

a/n: y'all im so sorry this was supposed to be a fluffy little christmas post i swear...

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Christmas was just around the corner. It was supposed to be a time of meeting family, gift-giving, and togetherness. Instead, you were stuck going through paperwork. Divorce paperwork.

You and your husband had agreed to divorce three months ago but the media still wouldn't know about it until you finished the last of the legal work.

You didn't know why but you couldn’t bring yourself to sign the final paper. It was so stupid that you were the one that suggested divorce and you couldn’t even stand to sign your own papers.

Toji probably already signed his and your lawyer(and his) were nagging the two of you about the papers.

It didn't help that you and Toji were in the same line of work. On top of that, you were both acting in the same romantic comedy show as love interests. The cherry on top was that the two of you got an invite to a Christmas party. It was only the most lavish Christmas party in all of Hollywood.

The two of you decided to go together because you were added to the guest list far before you divorced. It would be your last date. The two of you would have to make a huge effort to not argue in the middle of the party.

Your thoughts were beginning to tire you so you took one last look at the papers, unsigned again, like every other night for the past three months. You sighed as you picked up the book you had started when you and Toji were still sharing the bed you were now sitting in alone.

He had taken the liberty to move out a month after the divorce, leaving you your estate. You were in this big ass house with no one to share it with.

It was still the same house. The only difference was that Toji was gone and you were tucked into his side of the bed. It wasn't because you missed him or anything you were just there because you missed his scent and his warmth. But you didn't miss him, you were happy he was gone. Right? This is everything you wanted. Right?

You weren't wearing one of the button-ups that he had left on accident because you missed him. It just conveniently fits as a comfy oversized shirt for you.

You most certainly were not playing the old jazz songs that he liked to play when he forced you to slow dance with him because you missed him. You just never liked to admit to him that you kind of liked the songs that he played to his face.

As you slept, thoughts of him consumed, and for the first time you wondered, was this all a big mistake?

. . .

Weeks flew by as you found new crazy ways to keep your mind busy while your heart got heavier. As soon as you knew it, the day of the Christmas party arrived and you could finally call him without needing a stupid excuse.

You heard the line ring hoping and praying that he would answer so that you could hear his voice again after weeks of being starved of that beautiful sound.

"Hello?" he answered.

You sighed in relief as the vibrations of his voice entered your ears like water in a land of drought.

"Hey Toji, how much time do I have to get ready?" you asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

He took some time to answer but soon replied, "I'll be there in three hours,"

"Okay, I'll be ready by then," you replied as you fiddled with the necklace that he gifted you for your first Christmas together as a married couple.

. . .

"I don't know what to get you, I know you'll like anything I give you but I want it to mean something," he said after asking you for the millionth time what you wanted for Christmas.

"I already told you I wouldn't be so upset if my gift was you[oiled up on the bed with whipped cream and fruit roll-ups in hand]," you replied.

"Please just give me one item to give you and I'll leave you alone,” he pleaded.

You took some time to think before saying, "Get me a necklace, any necklace and I promise you I'll wear it every single day, even if for some crazy reason were not together,"

"We’ll never not be together, I'll never let you go,” he promised.

. . .

"Alright I'll see you then," he said.

I miss you...

"Okay, bye-bye,"

I miss you more...

Just like that, you went back to feeling like you were living in a world with no sound worth hearing.

You got up from your bed to get ready. You wanted to blow him away, you took a steamy everything shower, and did a face mask, and applied some light makeup.

You scavenged through your closet looking for the perfect dress to wear. Then you realized, you didn't have to wear a dress. You decided to wear a festive red suit with nothing under the vest. You were displaying a mouth-watering plunging cleavage. Not many people had seen your sternum tattoo but you didn't care to hide it.

You finished off the outfit with a killer pair of Louboutins. Everything that you were wearing were things that he had bought you thinking you would look good in them.

The only issue is that you were too scared to wear them because of your image. You let the increased amount of fame you were receiving get to your head. Maybe that was part of the reason why the arguments started.

You slicked your hair back and kept it down. It was a new look for you but it was a vibe you wanted to experiment with. It was so you. You were hidden behind bright pastels and fairy-like dresses all the time, it would be your first red carpet dressed in clothes you liked.

You were lost in the moment of getting ready with music blasting and putting your earrings on you didn't hear the front door open or the footsteps up the stairs.

You fidgeted with the necklace as you admired yourself in the mirror. You never embraced the more sensual side of yourself until now. It was weird but it felt right.

Even so, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Were you showing too much skin? Did you just look like a little kid playing dress-up?

"You look incredible," Toji assured as if he could read your every thought, He admired you through the mirror with a small smile on his face.

Your body jumped at the sudden intrusion. "Oh I didn't realize you were there," you said, crossing your arms feeling almost naked in front of him.

He walked up to you and uncrossed your arms placing his hands on your shoulders afterwards. He eyed you from your hair to your face down to your cleavage. His eyes stayed there for a while. She’s still wearing it. He thought to himself looking at the necklace he gifted you.

"You look perfect baby," he said and for a moment everything felt right. It felt like you weren't divorced. It felt like you were a married couple in love again.

You hugged him burying your face in his chest. "Thank you," you mumbled. You thought you would have the self-control to hold back but you didn't. Being in his arms was addictive and his scent intoxicating.

You quickly scurried away to get your clutch and the two of you went down into the car. He opened the door for you as always and he gave you aux as usual. It was like nothing had changed at all. You weren't married on paper but the two of you didn't act like it at all. It was as if you never got divorced. Kind of.

The two of you drove to his new house where the limo was waiting. There was a red carpet for this holiday party. The two of you were in the middle of a long line of limousines. You could see the celebrities on the red carpet taking photos together.

As you got closer and closer to the entrance of the event, you started to bounce your leg. Your nerves were starting to get to you and you began overthinking about what everyone else would think of you.

Just then you felt a large warm hand on your thigh. You looked down to see Toji's hand. He gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. You looked up at him, he was looking away but you appreciated the gesture. You could almost sense the shy smile and the blush that were most likely gracing his face.

If just for a moment you could just pretend that August never happened. Like you never got into that one argument that unpacked too many emotions at once. If you could pretend that everything was okay and normal, you would rest your head heavy with your thoughts, on his broad shoulder.

And so you did. You held on to his muscular arm and snuggled into his side. You could feel yourself calm down in his presence alone. He took your hand in his and looked down at you admiring your beauty. The time felt right, his perfume filled your head and the clicks of cameras started to die down. "I've missed you Toji, every single day that we were apart, I've missed you," you revealed. To him and to yourself you admitted that you missed him and regret consumed you whole.

Toji turned to you, shock painted across his face. He crouched his head down so she could look into your eyes. "I've missed you t-," Toji started before their limousine door opened suddenly.

The world around the two of you began to fill with the clicks of cameras and the chatter of reporters and celebrities. You flashed Toji a nervous look and he gave your hand a squeeze before stepping out of the limousine before you and helping you out.

Gasps followed with your stunning entrance. Your look was unique to what the media was used to seeing you. It was also far fetched from the image that your entertainment company wanted you to maintain.

Toji kept your hand in his the entire time. His touch comforted you. You felt confident enough to pose with him and by your lonesome. You looked over at Toji who was already watching you after you were done posing.

The two of you waved to the press and entered the venue. "You looked amazing out there," Toji said, looking away from you with a light blush adorning his cheeks.

"Thank you, you didn't look too shabby yourself," you quipped.

He chuckled and shook his head at you. Everything felt right. You weren't alone anymore.

. . .

Dinner went on without a hitch. You and Toji allowed yourselves to have fun and let loose. After the party, you and Toji got into the limo and you told the driver your address.

You and Toji sat in the car in a comfortable silence recharging your social batteries. The two of you were holding hands, you were snuggled into his side taking in his scent. He was running his hands through your hair. The ride was far too short, and as soon as you knew it, you had arrived at your house. But you would have to leave home behind in that limo.

"Look, I know our situation but, do you want to come in tonight? Just for today please I don't want to be alone tonight," you practically begged.

"Sure, okay," he agreed as he looked you in the eyes sympathetically.

The two of you thanked and tipped your driver before entering the house together. Toji led you up to your room and ran to the shower telling you that you could join him if you wanted. You waited and thought for a while before getting up and deciding to take him up on his offer.

You stripped completely naked before entering the bathroom. You could only make out his figure through the steamy glass of the shower. You opened the shower door and joined him.

The two of you were completely silent helping get each other's backs and helping with shampoo. It felt just like the times before except there was this lingering feeling of tension and uneasiness you just wanted to shake off.

You hugged Toji from behind. Your naked body against his, water trickling down both of you. He turned around, running his hand through your hair and raking it away from your face. Staring into your eyes longingly before crashing his lips against yours.

Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Were you scared? in pain? No. You were sorry. So so sorry. In between heated wet kisses, all you could get out was apology after apology.

. . .

"I don't know Baby, I just feel like you aren't very authentic, like you're acting like someone different, even around me now," Toji said.

"Well, the company said that it would be best if I acted this way, they said I would be taken more seriously," you explained.

"Baby, you’re going to lose yourself in this role, because you're just acting, this isn't you," he said.

"How do you know if it's me or not? Maybe this how I act, how do you know?" you asked.

"How do I know? I’m your husband. I am your husband," he said sternly.

. . .

You hadn't even realized that you were crying. It all looked like water anyway.

Toji's hand traveled from the sides of your face all the way down to your waist pulling you into him. You could feel his hot length twitch and harden against your thigh.

You moaned into the kiss thrusting your hips against his, your body seemed to have a mind of its own.

. . .

"I don't understand why you're acting like this. It feels like I don't know you and I'd like my wife back," Toji said as he entered the break room.

You had acted like an airheaded bimbo during the interview because your management told you that it would clean up your image.

"Well maybe you really don't know me," you rebutted.

"Why would you want to act stupid for approval from the internet instead of wanting to be recognized as one of the few outspoken actresses out there," he retorted.

. . .

Toji left hot kisses on your jawline that translated to hickeys on your neck. As he kissed down to your cleavage he kissed the pendant of the necklace that he gifted you that you still wore all the time.

You moaned his name loudly in pleasure, crying tears of regret, sadness, and euphoric joy.

I'm sorry

so very sorry

. . .

"Don't you like me more now?! Why don't you like me more now?" you questioned after Toji refused to have sex with you unless you stopped this act.

Everything was different kissing you felt different, sex you felt different. It felt wrong because he felt like he was cheating on you with a completely different woman.

"Are we even married anymore? Do you even want to be married anymore?" you questioned.

"Babe, honestly I don't even know anymore,”

"I want a divorce. Let's get a divorce. Now," you said, waiting for him to fight with you, to fight for you to say anything.

He simply shook his head raising his hands in defeat before burying his head in them. That night he left and the only times you saw him again were for legal issues.

. . .

Your back was flush against the glass wall of the shower. Your legs were dangling in the air as Toji thrust into you holding your legs up and wrapping them around his waist.

Your fingers were clawing at his back as his length almost split you in half.

You forget what it felt like to be so full. "Missed this pussy, missed it so much," Toji mumbled with his head buried in the crook of your neck as he tried with all his might not to go ahead and just explode inside of you.

You were milking him, unable to stop your walls from clamping down on his cock. You were uncontrollably creaming on his cock making a mess of him and his thighs.

"Ahn, I'm so close, I'm close Daddy can I please cum?" you asked, barely making sense.

"Yeah, c'mon baby show me how good I make you feel," he urged.

You needed no other words you immediately started squirting as Toji fucked you through your high chasing his own.

You felt his hot cum shoot up into you as his tip kissed your cervix. You never felt so full until then. You let out one last apology before leaning against his chest.

"All is forgiven baby, I'm just happy to have my wife back," Toji admitted.

"I've missed you like a fish stranded on the surface missed the feeling of water pumping through its gills. You're a daily need and I've been so deprived of you for so long," Toji said as he helped you shower again after making a mess of you.

It would've been my greatest regret to let you go...

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daddy-suguru · 1 year

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toji + getting a pet together?

anonymous-asked a question!

Holding four squirming kittens to your chest, while looking Toji in the eye and rambling, “It was a trap! I picked up one and three others ran out. And based on the clouds it’s going to rain tonight and it’s cold. What am I supposed to do? Let them die like how you let me die of loneliness when you leave!” The fierce wiggly of the largest kitten causes you to set the siblings down. While they rush over to Toji’s legs.

All of them sniff at his sweatpants while he glares down at them. He sighs and crouches, grabbing a fuzzy black one by its upright string tail. And just before he lifts the kitten off the ground one of the other kittens bites his hand. Causing him to yank his hand back out of more surprise than pain.

Smiling while informing him, "That not how you hold them, good girl looking out for your brother." Scooping the fluffiest one up. She's small enough to stand up on both of your hands together

He points at the black kitten and grumbles, “Fine but if you get a hair ball in my shoes - ow! Little asshole.” The kitten had taken to sinking it’s teeth into Toji’s finger. “With how much they are biting me they work for guard cats.” Toji wiggles his finger, only making the kitten sink it’s nails in.

Crouching down and grabbing the little black fuzz ball so Toji could free his finger. While you claim in their defense, “They are trying to play with you, they like you! And I get so lonely. What if one doesn’t want to cuddle, but another one does? So if I have four of them, I will get cuddles from either you or a cat!” Toji chuckles before asking you,

“Do you live off cuddles?”

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bleubrri · 2 years

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۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ — ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛsᴜ ᴋᴀɪsᴇɴ

ft gojo, geto, toji, nanami, choso

contains- afab reader, gendered terms (choso), fluff, modern au (no mention of jujutsu), reader in university/college, slight degradation (geto), oral m!receiving (toji) f!receiving + fingering + overstim (nanami), anxiety if you squint (choso)

[mature content]

༄ؘ GOJO SATORU

whatever pops into his head, doesn’t have a set name for you really. at first it was a ‘ducky’ here and a ‘sweetpea’ there, eliciting a confused laugh from you. from then on they got more elaborate and random and you just roll with it. you find it endearing, and you remember every single little name he’s called you :)

he’s leaning against the passenger door of his car, popping his spearmint gum obnoxiously loud and peering over his dark glasses as you exit the campus. “hey bubblebear,” he says with a toothy grin, “ready to get out of here?”

“SUGARPOP, HAVE YOU SEEN MY PHONE?” “…it’s in your hand ‘toru.”

tucked into his side on the couch, blanket drooping around your waists, you start to doze off halfway through the movie. he chuckles and turns the tv off, scooping you into a piggyback ride and heading for your shared bedroom muttering, “time for bed huh tater tot?” to which you mumble in agreement.

he’s dropping you off outside the little cafe where you’re meeting some friends for a last ditch study sesh before exams. he knows how hard you’ve been working, how exhausted you are. he smiles at you and smooshes your cheeks together with both hands, leaning in to press an unnecessarily sloppy kiss to your puckered lips as your friends watch through the windows. “mmph! satoru!” you laugh, shoving him away playfully as he snickers. he places a chaste kiss to your forehead and turns to leave, “you got this butterbutt! i’ll see ya later!” you chuckle as you enter the cafe, shaking your head- butterbutt? what does that even mean..

༄ؘ GETO SUGURU

has taken to calling you lover. it started as a joke when you walked into your apartment one day after class and he deadass looked you up and down, quirked an eyebrow, lowered his voice all sultry and says “welcome home, lover.” you spluttered and burst out laughing but the name just… stuck. when it comes to sex.. this man praises with his hands and degrades with this mouth. sure he calls you names, but you’ve noticed he has a habit of prefacing it with ‘little’. maybe that counts for something.

he picks up on the second ring and you can already anticipate the “hey, lover” that he greets you with.

you’re cooking his favourite meal on the stove, back facing him as he sits at the kitchen island observing you. as you start to plate two servings for you both, you hear him get up and shuffle behind you, wrapping his arms round your waist and pressing his lips to your temple. “mm thank you lover.”

he’s got your knees butterflied against the mattress as he slides into you. you groan at the stretch of his shaft puncturing each ring of muscle as your cushy walls clench and suck him in deeper. you’re clinging to his biceps as he immediately sets a fast, hard pace. his lips are like satin against your jugular as he nips at the sensitive spots down your neck. “takin’ me like a good little whore hm?” he brings a hand to your mouth and taps your kiss-swollen lips with his thumb impatiently. you moan around the digit, tongue flicking and swirling before he releases it with a pop and begins drawing tight circles around your clit. a sinfully loud moan slips out of you and he smirks triumphantly. “well well, ever the eager little slut aren’t you? we’re not stopping ‘til i get you filthy with my cum.”

༄ؘ FUSHIGURO TOJI

calls you kid bc he’s daddy (duh). poor baby will suffer in silence..but you’ve learned that you can gauge his mood by what he calls you- if he’s feeling a lil down he’ll call you bubs :( and oh you could melt~

god he’s missed you. it’s been a week- an entire fucking week- without you. it’s nobody’s fault; work took him out of town and you’ve had non stop lectures on campus. but video calls and texting isn’t enough. you belong with him. so when he sees you scan the car park with furrowed brows his heart claws at his chest and tries to climb up out his throat. your eyes light up and suddenly you’re crashing into each other as your feet leave the gravel and he swings you round, squeezing your waist till you could burst. you press your lips to his and feel him smile into the kiss, “missed you, bub.”

he kicks his shoes off at the door and makes a beeline for your shared bedroom. he collapses onto the bed and shoves his face under your hoodie and into your chest. you don’t say anything, just begin to play with his hair and wait until he’s ready. he sighs and pokes his head out to meet your smiling face. “takeout tonight bubs? that place we’ve been wanting to try..” you nod and brush your thumb across his scar. “sounds like a plan.” you say, reaching to look for the menu on your phone.

your pelvises are flush with one another as you pant into each others mouths. “god, i can barely move the way you’re squeezing me,” he groans “you- fuck- how’re y’ always this tight, kid?”

he swallows thickly and let’s out a shaky laugh. “theree ya go kid, just like that.” he says as his throbbing length is pushed further down your throat. he grips your hair and gently swipes at the mixture of saliva and pre that dribbles down the side of your mouth, smearing it onto your pretty lips and muttering “doin’ so good f’ me baby.”

༄ؘ NANAMI KENTO

ohhhh loving him is so easy i’m gonna cry. at first you were all sheepish- couldn’t handle all the adoration behind it every time he called you beautiful. and the first time he called you angel?? BE STILL MY HEART!!!!

nanami kento is an honest man. he’s pretty blunt too, gets straight to the point. he doesn’t use “beautiful” as an adjective or a compliment- he states it as if it’s your title, plain and simple.

you’re lying on your stomach on the bed with textbooks and lecture notes scattered around you. kento lifts his gaze from his book and watches you chew on your pen determinedly from his place leaned against the headboard. “doing okay beautiful?” he asks as he massages the thigh closest to him. you sigh and offer him a half-hearted smile. “quiz me and then take a break?” you ask. he hums and bookmarks his novel, then reaches for your hefty stack of flash cards.

he adjusts his watch and tie in the hallway mirror before stepping into the doorway of your bedroom. “ready to go beautiful?” he asks, eyes flitting over your gown-clad figure. you turn to smile at him and gesture to the open zip on your back, “finishing touches.” you say, sweeping your curls to one side of your neck. he strides to where you stand, hands running up your sides as he kisses between your exposed shoulder blades, making you shiver. you feel him secure the zipper and rest his palms on your hips. “perfect.” he whispers into your neck.

he pauses the relentless attack of his tongue on your puffy clit, keeping his middle and ring fingers curling inside your dripping cunt. “that’s it angel, cum for me. i wanna feel you around my fingers again.” your back arches off the mattress as your orgasm floods all of your senses, your mind clouded with kento kento kento. he eases you through it before bringing his hand to his mouth and humming at your taste. before you can even gather your thoughts his shoulders are spreading your legs again and his warm muscle is plunged back into your sex. “ngh kento its-” your hand flies into his messy blonde locks and he groans into your pussy, sending vibrations all the way to the back of your skull. “‘s too much kento-” you writhe underneath him and he begins to rub soothing circles into your hip bones, “stay with me angel, i know you can give me one more hm?”

༄ؘ KAMO CHOSO

you’re the ditziest little couple, like we get it you’re in love. did he seriously just call you pumpkin? ugh it’s honestly tooth rotting omg. he didn’t even have to think about it really, you’re his girl. and you’re just so.. sweet.

“that’s my girl!” he whoops beside you as you hit the stack of bottles, knocking them over and claiming your prize. the smells and sounds of the carnival make you giddy as you preen and present him with the stuffed elephant from the top shelf, grinning as he bows and pecks your cheek. “i’ll cherish it forever.” he says, lacing your fingers together and dragging you towards the ferris wheel.

“babe, i wanna go to the movies.” :( “pumpkin, it’s my turn to pick i wanna go roller skating.” :( “whatt you picked last time it’s my turn.” :( “no honey you chose that all-you-can-eat buffet last time remember? when we both got food poisoning for like 3 days?” :( “oh…yeah” :(

he can see you fidgeting on the walk back to his apartment. he knows you hate meeting new people, but you were excited to meet his friends- this just.. wasn’t how you’d planned it to go. you were supposed to meet everyone next friday at the local bar; you still had time to mentally prepare and psych yourself up. neither of you expected to run into the whole gang at the farmers market on a tuesday afternoon. you sigh and gnaw at a hangnail on your thumb. “pumpkin, you doin’ okay?” his voice is gentle and laced with concern, his warm palm coming to rest on your lower back. you laugh unconvincingly and try and brush it off, “‘s stupid,” you sniff, “just feel like they hated me.” he stops walking and cups your face in his hands. “hey hey hey, sweet girl,” he runs his thumbs under your eyes and assures you, “you have nothing to worry about. promise.” he later shows you the group chat gushing about how everyone loved you and can’t wait for the official meet-up next friday. “told ya.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

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rindough · 2 years

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giving you forehead kisses

• character(s). gojo satoru, nanami kento, geto suguru, fushiguro toji

• cw. gn!reader, a tiny bit of angst? at suguru’s part! other than that’s just fluff <3

• notes. it’s been a while?? but STILL enjoy this hehe plus i think got carried away at someone’s part, still this was a nice way to warm myself up!

• master list!

— GOJO SATORU

satoru gives forehead kisses in the spurn of the moment. he gives forehead kisses quick, but lingering to the skin that it makes you want to ask for more (or maybe squirm from giving you a sloppy peck).

with a quick press of lips so sweet on your forehead, you never noticed how uncentered it is until your friend points it out. still, it don’t matter; he kisses you for the warmth that blossoms in his heart, he kisses you for the pride he has for you, he kisses you - simply for the sake of kissing.

he has many reasons as to why he loves to give forehead kisses, and each time his lips lands your forehead, it contains a reason — or two — or three — four... though it might happen often, he makes each one of them count. it’s just simply among his other forms of saying “i love you”.

his usual spots are just all over your forehead!

— NANAMI KENTO

when kento lands a familiar press of his lips on your forehead, you could only describe it as “incredibly fulfilling”.

he gives you forehead kisses in the form of cotton candy melting, it mellows against your skin. spreading his love and care on that exact spot where he had kissed, it lingers there like perfume.

usually he doesn’t need to provide two kisses in one go, as just a single kiss means a lot to the both of you. often times the soft plush of his lips will meet the skin of your forehead at the last few minutes before he (or even you) leaves the house, and also before either one of you leave for a mission.

his usual go to spots would be your temples and a little above the middle of your forehead.

— GETO SUGURU

suguru does not give forehead kisses often, but when he does, it sinks in deep.

it serves as a reminder that your tears are not weak, a form of message of wanting — begging in a way — to let these dark thoughts, negative feelings out as much as possible.

at times he might not get it, at times his heart aches with you, he couldn’t help but to want to make any of the pain disappear, he would, without a doubt, want to carry your burden off your shoulders all just to make you feel a sense of relief not only from the outside, but from the cavern of your heart as well.

so trust suguru when he does this, he does not want you to feel alone, he wants to give you the best of what’s out there.

his usual spots are at the middle of your forehead, and at the very top of your forehead near your hairline.

— FUSHIGURO TOJI

toji’s forehead kisses are secretive.

not like he doesn’t do it often, but when you think he does it only to a certain amount, he’s actually done it much more than that. as the sun comes up and goes down for the moon to rise, as long as you’re awake, the only type of kiss you’re consciously aware of is the feel of his lips pressing long and firm on your forehead. be it due to great news or just... anything, it feels like something worth smiling minutes after it’d happened. it’s just that loving and cute.

another type was one that you were not exactly aware of, as it was made of one of his softer sides. at times when your eyes are shut close, he does it without fail every single time, it’s his way of telling you that he’s there for you — for support, love, and protection. his kisses weren’t firm, instead they press softly against your skin like feathers and butterflies. you sometimes wake up the next day wondering if he actually did kissed you, to which he would always reject.

his usual spots are the area above your eyebrows or anywhere across your forehead!

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sexlapis · 6 months

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[◉°] … TOJI FUSHIGURO TAKES A LIE DETECTOR TEST… 9.6M VIEWS

꩜ actor!toji (& implied actor toji x actress/actor reader)

⤷ synopsis: toji thought this lie detector test was going to be a breeze. he was a little mistaken.

sfw, fluff, crack, ooc toji, toji & reader are secretly together, toji lying!

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“i ain’t nervous,” toji claims, cracking his neck and smirking as the crew members attach the needed equipment to his body, “i ain’t no liar either. so i got nothing to worry about here.”

“i sure hope that’s true, mr.fushiguro.” the polygraph examiner replies slyly.

“are you ready, toji fushiguro?” the interviewer asks.

“yeah, i am,” toji claps, “hurry up and get started.”

“is your name toji fushiguro?”

“yes my name is toji fushiguro.” he looks to the polygraph examiner. “it is, right?”

the woman simply stares at him.

“..alright then…”

the interviews asks another question. “are you about to take a polygraph exam?”

“yes, yes and yes, now give me the real questions!”

TOJI FUSHIGURO TELLS THE TRUTH

YOUR CAREER

“we’re going to start with the category of your career.”

toji nods and looks to the examiner. “how ‘m i doing?”

“you’re very calm, nothing unusual yet.”

“hm.”

the interview begins to speak. “one of your most popular roles as an actor was when you played Frank Castle in the Netflix series, “The Punisher”. some would say this is when you became a heartthrob. do you think is this true?”

toji sighs and shakes his head. “nah-”

“LIE.” the polygraph examiner calls out.

toji raises his hand. “…because, i was already a heartthrob before alla that.” he smiles, looking proud of himself. his answer is met with silence.

“ok.” says the interviewer and goes onto the next question. “do you face a lot of pressure being a heartthrob?”

“nope.” toji answers easily. “i’m just that kinda guy. i ain’t gotta try too hard for much, especially not ‘being hot’.”

he looks at the examiner.

“he’s telling the truth.” she states. she almost seems disappointed by the fact.

“see?” toji says, folding his arms, “as i said, ‘got nothin’ to lie about.”

“in the punisher,” the interviewer starts, ignoring toji’s cocky replies, “do you wear a muscle suit to look bigger than you actually are?”

toji throws his back, cackles echoing around the small room. “fuck no!” he gestures to…his whole body, “‘it look like i need a muscle suit? ‘didn’t even know that shit was a thing… i’m big enough without any of that stuff.” he shrugs, looking into the camera. “i think we can all see that.”

the examiner nods curtly. “..he is telling the truth.”

“do you workout often?” asks the interviewer.

toji scoffs. “i thought i’d get good questions..but yeah, yeah i do workout.”

“would you consider yourself fit?”

“yep. ‘hundred percent.”

“would you consider yourself fitter than,” the interviewer slides a photo of the actor gojo satoru towards toji, “this man?”

“pfft-” toji chortles. “oh, ohh yeah. easily. he’s like..” he looks for the correct words, “a little boy. are we kidding?”

he looks to the examiner and then to the interviewer.

“he is being truthful..again.”

toji smirks at the camera, tapping the side of his nose with his finger. “toji never lies.”

POP CULTURE

“this year, you were named “The Most Sexiest Man Alive” by People Magazine. do you believe you’re sexier than this man, 2022’s sexiest man, nanami kento?” the interviewer slides another photo, this time of the actor nanami kento.

toji looks at the photo for a second, before scoffing a little. “oh yeah. definitely. ‘guy just has a permanent frown on his face. he ain’t ugly but he could smile a little, y’know?”

“what about this ‘guy’, 2021’s most sexiest man alive, ryomen sukuna?” the interviewer also slides a picture of him to toji.

toji strokes his chin. “heh..yeah..yeah i would say so..this guy..he ain’t ugly either but..theres this energy about him..”

“what energy would that be, toji fushiguro?”

“the energy of a fuckin’ mass murderer that’s what!” he laughs at his own joke, looking at the picture of this ‘ryomen sukuna’, who is glaring into his soul through the image. “yeahh, i’d say i’m more attractive than him. just.. just a little.” he holds two fingers close together emphasis. “jesus christ, that’s one scary looking fuck.”

the examiner inspects the polygraph and looks towards toji and the interviewer. “he has been telling the truth.”

“yeah.” toji nods, exhaling through his mouth and sliding the pictures away from himself. “‘course i am.”

LOVE LIFE

toji had been doing well so far, but the category of ‘love life’ would be his downfall.

“do you want to get married in the future?”

“yeah, yeah i do.”

the examiner nods.

“have you ever been in love?”

“..yes.” toji responds, thinking about his past for a second.

the examiner nods again.

“are you in love right now?”

toji pauses for the first time in the whole test. he takes a deep breath. “no. yeah, no. ‘m not.”

the examiner raises an eyebrow at the results. “questionable.”

“oh, c’mon.” toji groans, rolling his eyes.

“is there someone you’re in love with?”

“nope. nobody at all.” he interlinks his fingers, tapping them against each other. “..nobody at all..”

“questionable. again.” the examiner states, pointedly looking at toji.

toji sighs. “oh, brother…”

“did you happen to meet this person..on set?”

“no, ‘cause there is no person?” toji says firmly.

“again.” the examiner says. “questionable.”

“christ…”

the interviewer asks another question. “do you believe in love at first sight?”

toji huffs. “no, that’s just two people who wanna fuck.”

“i see. then,” the interviewer takes out three pictures, all of them being people who he has worked with on set, including you.

“are you in love with any of these people?”

toji gulps, hesitating for a split second, his eyes focused on your picture. “nope. not oneeee bit.”

“LIE.” the examiner shouts excitedly, happy to have finally caught toji out on lying. she rings the negative buzzer repeatedly. “lie!”

“‘you serious?” he asks incredulously, looking between the interviewer and the examiner. “listen, maybe it was just my heart murmur or somethin’ like that,” he looks to side, cheeks rosy and shifts in his seat a little, “i-i don’t-”

“those are the last of our questions.” the interviewer says to toji, smiling knowingly. “thank you for taking part in our lie detector test.”

toji grumbles.

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a/n: this was longer than i planned 🤥

#I’m so sorry i always forget the taglist i’m not used to one i’m so sorry😭#actor!toji #toji x reader #toji x gn!reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji x self insert #toji fluff #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji fushiguro fluff #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji fluff #toji x gender neutral reader #toji x gender neutral!reader

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teddybeartoji · 7 days

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imagine toji and little gumi and little miki going grocery shopping. i just know that little girl is running the house lmao. she's walking ahead with the little list, her head poking into every single aisle as she collects everything they need. gumi is clinging to his dad's hand (his pinky finger), his tiny green eyes scanning his surroundings and toji can't help but glance down at his son every two seconds with soft eyes. he's so tiny. toji has to walk in slow-motion for gumi to keep up and his heart melts. but he's not in a rush. he doesn't mind that at all.

"dad!"

tsumiki's ponytail swings as she pops in front of him with puffed out cheeks. toji raises his brows and rumbles out a hm?.

"i can't reach."

that makes him smile. she's so tiny, too. "ya can't reach?"

toji takes his hand from the cart to gently pat miki's head (his hand is still so heavy that her knees almost buckle), making her whole face scrunch up in the cutest way possible. her brows furrow as she pushes his hand away with a tiny grumble. but toji doesn't miss the little, the teeniest tiniest, smile that's creeping onto her lips. he grazes his finger over her cheek in the most loving manner and gives her a wink.

"c'mon... i'll help ya."

at that her lips really do stretch into a grin, the corners of her eyes crinkling at her dad's antics before leading him to the bag of cereal that sits on the highest shelf. toji doesn't just hand it to her, nor does he place it into the cart – he wants her to do it. so, he raises her little girl as if she weighs nothing and grins when she lets out a loud giggle. she successfully grabs the bag and throws it into the cart as toji places her down. "where to next, hm?"

while she's staring at the list, toji feels fingers tugging on the hem of his jacket and when he looks down, he's met with a shy little gumi, who's hiding his face into his dad's thigh. a coo rests on the tip of toji's tongue but he let's out a quiet laugh instead.

"want dad to carry you?"

gumi gives him a nod and toji doesn't waste a second before bringing him up into his chest. gumi's face falls into the crook of toji's neck and he tilts his head to take a look at his son.

"tired already, little man?" he gives his nose a small boop and gumi nuzzles deeper into him. another pair of hands tug at him and he looks down at a very determined tsumiki.

"we still have to get the cheese and the ice cream."

"the ice cream? don't remember that being on the list..." toji cocks his head but she doesn't budge. she really is his daughter, huh?

"it is on the list. we need it." she raises her brows and toji knows not to argue. "yes?"

"yes, ma'am."

miki beams up at him and he knows he's simply unable to say no to that little girl. not now, not ever. nor can he say no to his little boy. he's going to give them everything they could ever possibly ask for, he will give them his all. they're his little blessings after all.

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #THE FUSHIGURO FAMILYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY #MEANS EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #wtf mickey can write #toji #toji drabble #toji fluff #jjk toji #jjk fluff #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro fluff #fushiguro toji #fushiguro toji fluff #fushiguro toji drabble #toji zenin

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itadoring · 7 months

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𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 is sitting on the floor within arm's reach next to his nine-month-old daughter, who is sitting on a mattress surrounded by toys.

When he no longer hears her little voice blurt out incomprehensible things, he turns around and makes sure she has not put her hands on something dangerous to her health.

The little girl looks like her father with her black hair, straight and smooth on top and with curls at the end, reaching a little above her shoulders; her green eyes identical to those of the two males in the family.

𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 passes his attention towards the front door, opened by you and little 𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 who has just returned from school.

The child hurriedly takes off his shoes and the sound of his little feet attracts his little sister who crawls to meet him.

Her hands flapping hastily on the floor and the way she pushes her little body forward to reach her brother makes 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 smile unconsciously as he watches her while still seated.

𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 reaches her and stands in front of her, and she lifts her head, stopping and flashing a smile with her two little teeth that have come out.

“ Mimi!” her little voice makes 𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 giggle and picks her up from under her armpits as he is wont to do as soon as he sees her.

“ Did you miss me?” he asks her visibly affianced because of the weight he took in his arms, and lays her down on the mat, sitting down afterwards next to her ready to play together.

“ Aren't you hungry?” asks 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 to him while ruffling his hair.

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nanaslutt · 2 months

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when you leave in the morning w/out waking the jjk guys

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, megumi, itadori

ʚ cont: suggestiveness (heavy on geto’s), crack, fluff

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT FOLLOW

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noosayog · 3 months

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THE NATURE OF LONGING

fushiguro (zenin) toji x fem!reader

contents: NSFW, non-curse au, arranged marriage, both toji and reader have terrible parents, mutual pining, sexual tension, afab! reader, dry humping, grinding, fingering, nipple play, clitoral play, oral (f receiving), overstim, pet names, fluff, angst. MDNI

wc: 5.9k

part 2 | series masterlist here

The two of you settle into a semi-regular routine of watching TV together on the couch after Toji cooks dinner. Toji will tease you for your choices in shows and movies or joke about watching an R-rated movie. He learns his lesson after you fix him with a glare, simply shutting up and watching your pick.

Tonight, a movie plays as you and Toji sit on opposite sides of the couch, each of your thighs pressed against either armrests.

A couple minutes in, Toji notices you shivering underneath your throw blankets. He laughs quietly.

“What?” you say defensively. “It’s cold.”

“Are you just looking for an excuse to cuddle, princess?”

“You wish, perv. You’re just looking for an excuse to cop a feel.”

After the night you kissed, Toji noticed a shift in your demeanor. You still argue, but your words are delivered with less heat. It’s less venomous bite and more teasing banter. At least he’s started to interpret it that way. Whenever you entertain his teasing, he swears you feel the sexual tension too. Multiple times, he’s come close to calling you out for using snark as your foreplay.

Alas, he restrains from being too vulgar. He hasn’t yet tamed the possibility of violence out of you yet.

“Promise I won’t do anything unsavory,” he says, holding his arms out to you, his chest beckoning.

You fix him with a look.

“Nothing too unsavory,” he corrects himself.

“As if you can help yourself,” you huff.

He chuckles, unruffled. “C’mon, don’t be difficult about this.”

In one motion, he pulls you to sit between his legs. The touching has become too normal. Toji secretly relishes in knowing you find some kind of comfort in his touch. Though you protest, your body language always gives you away when you sag against him. He can read you like a book.

He takes the blanket from you and winds it, along with his biceps, around your waist, hunching over your entire frame. Toji grins as you lean into his chest.

You pinch his arm. “Shut up.”

He holds tighter. “Yes, ma’am.”

As the movie plays, Toji feels your head lolling side to side in a sleepy haze, only finding slight comfort when it awkwardly finds a spot on Toji’s sternum. He maneuvers to lay down: him on his back and you splayed out on your stomach on top.

When you rouse slightly, Toji freezes. You don’t wake, however. You snuggle closer into his chest and move your legs to straddle one of his thighs.

Smirking ever so slightly at your touch starved actions, he makes a mental note to remember to tease you for it in the morning. He shifts a bit to accomodate for your movements, hands coming up to caress your waist.

His thumb brushes against the sliver of skin where your shirt rides up and you shiver on his chest. Your back arches instinctively to get closer to your source of warmth, only ending up with you pressing your hips into his. A pathetic mewl escapes your lips, so quiet he almost misses it.

Toji comes to a full stop.

His hands squeeze at the fat of your hips experimentally and this time he hears it loud and clear.

A pitiful little moan of his name.

“Fuck,” he mutters to himself.

Your hips start moving, as if a knee-jerk reaction to Toji’s boner beginning to press into your tummy.

Toji calls your name. And again with more urgency, but you simply mumble his name again.

It’s torture, waiting for you to wake but you do, slowly blinking the sleep out of your eyes and Toji can’t help but think even your eyelashes fluttering is sexy.

“Toji? Oh!” you exclaim when you realize your positioning. You scramble to get off of Toji, but one of your knees slips off the couch, forcing you to brace your hands on the couch beneath Toji’s armpits, his hands coming up to your waist to steady you. His big hands cover almost half your torso and you’re hyper aware that his thumbs are digging into the underside of your tits.

That’s when you notice the heat in your leggings. Your stumble caused your clothed crotch to settle on top of Toji’s thigh. The press of his thick thigh against your sensitive center makes you squeeze your legs together subconsciously, realizing too late that his thigh between your legs is the only thing that offers you some friction.

Toji watches, completely enthralled, as your eyes widen. He can almost see the thoughts racing through your brain. And having you here, laying on top of him, so apparently mortified, makes something swell up in his chest. He crooks his knee upwards to press harder against you.

You fall back onto his chest, whimpering a sweet moan against his ear.

That’s all it takes for Tojji to use his grip on your waist to push you harder against his leg. He bounces his thigh lightly, nudging harder at your heated cunt.

You wind your arms around his neck, leaning all your weight on his torso and hiding your face in his neck. Your hips are rolling against his thigh to work for your own release. Toji lets go of your hips to slide his hands into your leggings. He squeezes the globes of your ass, kneading them and spreading them rhythmically with your thrusts to grant your pussy maximum access to him.

“Mm! Toji wait-”

“Wait? You’re the one moving on your own, sweetheart.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Mhm,” he responds disbelievingly, patronizingly. “Such a good girl.”

He feels your arms tighten around his neck.

“You like that? You like being called a good girl?”

“Toji, I’m gonna-”

“Gonna cum? From just a little grinding?”

“Toji! I can’t, I can’t. It’s not enough, please-”

Toji pushes a hand lower into your leggings to brush a finger against your slit, grazing against it. “C’mon, sweetheart, cum for me.”

His one finger ghosting your bare pussy sends jolts up your body, hips twitching every time his finger slides ever so slightly against your lower lips. You finally come apart, spilling into your panties. You pant against Toji’s neck while he continues to kneed at your ass.

Your shaky mouthing against his pulse point almost sends him into a frenzy, distracting himself by squeezing harder and pressing hot kisses against your temple. He breathes a laugh against the crown of your head and the condensation from his breath sends another round of shivers down your body that Toji feels with precision.

“That was hot, princess.”

When you finally push up to meet his eyes, he grins. Toji slips his hands out from your leggings. He brings his fingers, glistening from your essence, to his mouth, sucking them clean all while maintaining eye contact with you.

“Toji!” you squeal, embarrassed beyond belief. He only finishes cleaning off his fingers before leaning up, intending to kiss you.

However, you avert your face, pushing up to get up.

“Wait, princess-”

You dart away to the safety of your room, squeaking out a sorry and slamming the door. Never mind his raging boner, he flops back onto the couch with a heavy arm thrown over his face.

“Fuck,” he breathes, trying to figure out how he’s going to talk himself out of this one.

Your presence is noticeably absent until the following evening. He cooks dinner as usual, trying not to think about you when he hears the front door open. Toji busies himself chopping the onions so as not to give away that he has been anxiously awaiting your return. When you enter the kitchen, you say nothing. You hop to sit onto the counter close enough to where he is working, hands tightly clasped together, so obviously wanting to broach the topic at hand.

“Hey, welcome home.”

“I’m home,” you say, not meeting his gaze.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he says, going back to his onions. “You want any?”

You look up, surprised. It’s a conversation the two of you have had many times: he’s offering you an out.

“Oh, um, yeah,” you stutter. “Please,” you tack on.

“Coming right up, sweetheart.”

The corner of his eye picks up your shoulders sagging and your hands coming apart to rest on either side of your thighs.

“So how was your day?” you ask, relieved to not have to talk about last night after all.

This makes Toji startle, knife hovering over the onion, eyes comically widening. “You care?” He asks incredulously. Dropping the knife, Toji saunters over to you, hips caging you in, and holds the back of his palm against your forehead. “You got a fever that burned through your brain or something?”

You smack his hand away, “shut up! Just wanted to be civil for once, but I guess I shouldn’t have bothered-”

His chuckle interrupts your rant. “My day was good, sweetheart. And you? You thought about how I made you cum in your pants last night?”

“Toji!”

His devilish grin morphs into one of amusement when your legs start to swing adorably from where they dangle off the counter. Toji allows his palms to rest on your hands on either side of your thighs, leaning forward to mouth at your collarbone.

He expects you to smack him away, but you crane your neck to give him access.

“Mmm, Toji,” you moan.

He licks and kisses up to your earlobe. “You hungry?”

You hum, thoughts of dinner a million miles away. Toji revels in the effect he has on you.

“Me too,” Toji says, abruptly pulling away. “Dinner will be ready in a minute.”

The smirk that threatens to show itself is so hard to stamp down when he sees your dazed expression, beginnings of a pout blooming on your lips at Toji’s sudden withdrawal.

Ever the sore loser, you shake his lingering scent from your head, resisting the urge to rub your thighs together for some relief.

“I’m gonna go shower before dinner,” you say, hopping off the counter.

“Can I join?”

You flash him your middle finger on your way out, smiling when you hear his belly laugh.

After dinner, you do the dishes as Toji settles on the couch to pick something to fall asleep to. He has sports highlights on when you join him, rolling your eyes and grabbing the remote to switch it over. He just lays still, saying nothing. You pick a sitcom to put on for background noise before moving to sit on your designated side. Toji grabs your hand to stop you, eyes still on the screen. He reclines from his upright position to lay on his back, waiting for you with open arms. Without protest, you slump in a heap onto his body, giggling at the “oof” pushed from his throat. His arms come up naturally to stroke your back.

“You got a thing for this, huh?”

You feel the heat return to your cheeks when you remember what had happened last time the two of you were in this position. When Toji laughs, you realize you love feeling the rumbles rippling through this chest and hearing the sound so close to your ears.

As the show plays, you shuffle around to get comfortable, surprising yourself by how unbothered you are when you start to feel his cock getting harder under you and when his hands slip down to start kneading your ass.

The heat of his growing erection presses against your pussy, almost as if it was his warm hands cupping you down there. Imagining it makes your cunt clench.

Toji doesn’t take it any further though, content just touching. That’s when you rest your elbows on Toji’s chest, propping your head up on your palms to look at him.

“Toji?” you ask.

“Hmm?”

“What are you and your parents like?”

He tears his eyes from the TV to glance down at you. “Why do you ask?”

“You’ve seen me with mine. Just wanna know about you too.”

Toji’s eyes go back to the screen as he thinks about his answer. Not because this is a sensitive topic, but only because he truly is indifferent. The years of their neglect and callousness have stripped away any remaining affection or hope he may hold for them.

“They’re like yours. Shitty parents, just waiting to sell me off.”

You listen empathetically.

“But I came to terms with it a long time ago. Just like this… situation we’re in. I’ve known for a long time they’d marry me off when the time came.”

“How can you stand it? They’re supposed to love us, aren’t they?”

Your eyes start to water and it makes Toji’s heart ache. He gives your ass a big squeeze. “I know. And I used to feel the way you do… but I’ve just lived a bit longer than you – realized earlier there was no point in wasting time, wishing they’d come to their senses.” He sighs. “I’ve had a long time to stop wishing for a dead plant to come back to life.”

“That’s so sad,” you sniffle.

“Hey,” he wipes a tear away. “You’re not alone in this, okay? You got me now. I ain’t going anywhere. We’re married.”

You stiffen just a bit at that, relaxing only when his fingers start to rub soothing circles on your cheek. “It’s not like you chose me, though. You could’ve married anyone else if mine wasn’t the first file your parents saw.”

“True,” he agrees. “But no point in thinking about the could’ve’s, should’ve’s, would’ve’s now. And anyway, I think you’re forgetting something.”

You listen raptly.

“Even before I knew I’d be marrying you, I always thought you were hot, especially when you’d scream at me in your cute little pajama shorts.”

You give him a little smack. He can hear you scolding him to be serious. “Liar. You hated me,” you say.

He tuts. “Uh uh, sweetheart. I think that was just you. I've wanted to get in your pants since day one.”

“Really?” you rise to gaze at him with starry eyes. “You weren’t unhappy to marry me?”

Toji swears he has hearts in his eyes when he sees how you hang onto his every word.

“What’s with all the self-doubt tonight, princess? I know you felt how hard I got from just kissing and touching you.”

“Toji!” you scold, embarrassed. “I’m being serious!”

“So am I. I wouldn’t touch up on anyone just because we got hitched.”

“So you did it because it was me?”

“You know the answer to that. Now, any other questions?”

You shake your head, plopping it back down to press your cheek against his pecs, listening to his heart beat.

When you pinch the closest part of him every time his hands slow, sighing in pleasure when they resume their possessive touch on your bare skin, it’s all over for Toji. In the sweetest way possible.

It’s a lazy sunday afternoon for Toji when he finally emerges from his room, yawning the sleep from his eyes and scratching lazily at his stomach. He finds you sitting on the floor of the living room, back resting against the foot of the couch. Your legs are folded criss-cross, making your shorts ride up and exposing even more of your thighs. Before you notice him, he slips quietly behind you, shushing your noises of protest when he inserts himself between you and the couch. He pushes his back against the couch while spreading his legs on either side of you, hunching over to engulf you with his entire body. You sigh at his warmth, content to go back to your book.

Toji dozes off on your shoulders for a bit, but the scent of your shampoo and strawberry body wash invades his drowsy mind. He feels his dick twitch in his sweats and surely you do as well, because you begin squirming, accidentally pushing closer to his growing hard on.

“Toji, your-”

“Yeah,” he hums, beginning to kiss and suck marks on your neck. You shut your eyes and enjoy the warmth his palms are spreading.

The hands circling your waist start to explore, one coming up to tickle under your breasts and the other sliding slowly down. He lightly squeezes the flesh around your tummy, making you squirm. You still instantly, mouth opening in a circle and head lolling back onto his shoulder when his hand suddenly circles your right tit and squeezes roughly.

“Toji-”

“No bra? Were you waiting for me to touch you?” he murmurs, voice still scratchy from sleep. He doesn’t allow you to deny it when he roughly squeezes your tit again before shoving his hand under your shirt to touch them bare. He continues his ministrations on your breasts for a bit, purposely avoiding your nipples until you start whining.

“This is in the way,” he says before roughly tugging your tight little tank top up to expose your tits. The other hand joins in to give the other mound of flesh a good knead as he starts to ghost a finger around your nipple. The circles he draws around your nipples get tighter and tighter until his fingers finally touch you where you want him. He gives each nipple a flick before tugging gently at them.

“Ohhh, Toji,” you breathe.

“Such beautiful tits.”

After he’s had his fill of touching your boobs, his hands travel down to wear you need relief most. He toys with the hem of your booty shorts occasionally letting his fingers hook into your panties without ever fully touching.

“Toji, ah, please…”

“Sound so fucking sweet, begging for me.”

Each moan that is pulled from your lips is rewarded with a brush of his fingers against your slit.

“Fuck, baby. You are dripping. Got wet from just me touching your tits?”

“Toji, please! Just touch me,” you beg.

“Whatever my baby wants,” he whispers into your ear.

One big hand cups your entire pussy, big fingers teasing up and down over your clothed cunt.

“S’not enough. Want your fingers inside!”

Toji almost moans. He manhandles your legs from their initial position pretzeled over each other to each leg propped over his knees. The new position forces your cunt open and the shifting of your panties over your sensitive hole tears a whimper from your throat. Shoving your drenched panties and shorts to the side, he finally gives you what you want and pushes his middle finger into your cunt. The other hand comes back up to give your hard nipples some attention.

“This what you want, princess?”

“Mmmm, more!”

He adds another finger to your sopping hole, starting to pick up the pace and grind his palm into your clit with each thrust. “Such a good little slut, taking my fingers, getting so wet for me.”

Your insides clench and Toji curses.

“You like being called a slut? Or you like being praised?”

Your back arches further with each thrust. “Both! I like both, Toji!”

“Yeah?” he drawls, adding a third finger and starting to jackhammer into your cunt.

“Ah, oh! Toji, please, don’t stop! Gonna cum, gonna cum-”

“Bet you are, can feel your little cunt clenching. C’mon then, cum all over my fingers.”

“Oh, fuck,” you scream, creaming all over Toji’s fingers. He thrusts several more times, then removes his fingers to rub tight, frantic circles over your clit to prolong your orgasm.

“Toji! Please, stop, ‘m so sensitive. I can’t!”

“Yeah you can, baby. Cum with your clit, I’ll make you feel so good.”

Your hands come up to squeeze your own tits, teasing your own nipples as you chase your second high. The sight almost makes Toji bust in his pants.

“T- Toji! I’m cumming!”

You reach your second peak, wildly jerking your hips against Toji’s fingers and jaw going slack.

Coming down from your high, you rest your head against Toji’s neck, letting his hand explore your body. Your pants warm his pulse point and Toji’s chest swells with pride.

“You were such a good girl, cumming twice on my fingers. Bet you’d let me eat that sweet pussy out, huh?”

“Mmm,” you moan, angling your face up for a kiss. Toji indulges you, pressing innocent pecks all over your face then to your lips. You whine when he keeps his lips shut, licking his scar, a habit Toji notices you’ve picked up. Toji loves the attention, prolonging the moment. He opens his lips for a second but closes them when he feels your tongue greedily pushing through.

“Toji, please, wanna kiss you…”

Toji groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Your submission has his cock throbbing through his sweats. He manhandles you onto the couch, lifting your body by the waist and throwing your legs over his shoulders. Your shorts hit the ground and he presses his nose against your clothed pussy, inhaling deeply.

“You smell so fuckin good.”

“Toji!” you cry out, pushing at his head to try to keep him away. “S’embarrassing.”

“Nu uh, sweetheart.” He makes his displeasure for your resistance known by grabbing a fistful of your damp panties, pulling them up so that the fabric disappears into your slit, rubbing against where you need him most.

You arch against the feeling, letting out high pitched squeals. “Ah- Oh- To-”

Toji gives the material a few more cruel tugs before using a finger to dig it out. You let a pornographic moan fly when Toji starts lapping at your leaking cunt through the fabric. His tongue pushes in and out, not forgetting to come up to circle your hard clit.

“Need more, Toji!”

“Mhmm,” he hums against your pussy. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

“Need to feel it!”

“Hmm?” he purrs, letting the vibrations of his voice do it’s thing on you.

“Wanna feel your tongue on my - oh!”

Giving in, he pulls your panties down in one sweeping motion and starts fucking you with his tongue.

“Ahhh! Toji, more! Yes, oh, right there!”

“Ride my tongue, baby. Want to feel you cum on my tongue.”

You obey, rolling your hips desperately against Toji’s lolled out tongue. “S’not enough! I can’t- please, please, Toji!”

His hand comes up to start rubbing feverish circles over your clit to help you. Your back arches off the couch and your gyrating becomes erratic. With one light slap to your clit, your eyes fly open and you scream with your release. Toji continues to lap into the folds of your leaking cunt, drinking up your lewd fluids.

“Ohh, you taste so fucking good, princess.”

“Toji, stop- please- oh my fucking, I’m gonna cum again!”

When you try to squirm away, his arms roughly snake under your hips to push your center into his face. He’s relentless, sucking and licking you through your orgasm. Another slap to your cunt sends you into another spiraling orgasm.

Toji’s licks become gentle, helping you through your fourth climax as one warm hand rubs tenderly at the fat of your drooling lips.

When he finally parts with your pussy, you look down to see his mouth, cheeks, and chin glistening with your cum. He releases your ass and you sit up on your elbows to meet him for a kiss. He gives you a delicate kiss, staining your tongue with the taste of his saliva and your own release. You moan at the taste, breath stuttering when you feel his boner pressing against your sensitive lower lips.

Your hands come down shakily to palm him through his pants.

“Fuck, sweetheart, that feels good.”

You rub harder, trailing your hands down the underside of his cock. Toji hisses when you brush his balls. You’re enthralled by the pleasure all over his face as you slide up and down his erection through his pants. Your fingers circle the tip playfully, pushing at where you know his opening would be leaking pre-cum.

“Stop,” he hisses.

You don’t listen, continuing to tease the tip, giggling as you listen to his low groans.

“Enough,” he utters, grabbing your hands and holding them above your head. “Wanna make me feel good, sweetheart?”

You nod, looking up at him through wet lashes.

“Bet you do. But all you’re getting is this today.”

Toji then presses his clothed erection against your throbbing cunt. He starts grinding his hips against yours, the outline of his cock sliding between the fat of your pussy. The remains of your previous orgasm wet his sweats in no time and the friction feel so good.

“Bet you can come like this, huh? Don’t even need my dick inside to come? Show me then, baby. Show me how you come from just some humping.”

He starts thrusting harder, your pussy clenching around nothing. Toji’s free hand flicks at your nipple while his lips sucks the other nub into his mouth. His tongue swirls over the hard tip as he continues to move his hips. With a bite of your nipple, you scream one last time, feeling the slick flow out of your bottom lips. You hear the low drag of his voice when he groans out, “fuuuck.”

Toji releases your arms, allowing you to watch breathlessly as he parts from you. A string of your slick connects your cunt and Toji’s pants as he pulls away. You see the dark spot in Toji’s pants spread.

“You.. came?” you ask dumbly.

Toji’s grin is feral as he watches you stare at the receding tent in his pants. He flips you over so you’re resting your entire weight on him, tired pussy resting perfectly over the wet spot. “Fuck yeah baby, that was so hot. Could cum listening to you moan all day.”

You collapse onto his chest, giving it a weak smack. “Perv.”

He presses a light kiss on the crown of your head. “You love it.”

Toji isn’t surprised when his phone rings with the Zenin on the other side of the line. In fact, he’s been thinking it was way past time for them to check in, make sure he’s doing his part in keeping the union between the families strong.

He almost smirks as he picks up the phone, smugly thinking of how he had you boneless on the couch only earlier that afternoon. Imagine his surprise when the Zenin address him with a sense of urgency, notifying him of rumors of your family’s recent talks to unite with the Gojos. To his knowledge, you were an only child and he certainly hasn’t heard of any close cousins in your clan. He asks for clarity, not letting his panic take over, but they have no further information: only that they have heard talk of your family meeting secretly with the elders of the Gojo family. Toji hangs up with unease.

His suspicions are confirmed when your parents drop by without warning the following day. You’re out, which he relays to them, but they stay in the doorway.

“We’re here to speak with you.”

Toji lets them in, making them tea as a dutiful son-in-law would. Your mother accepts the tea, but immediately places it on the table without taking a sip. Your father forgoes formalities altogether.

“Let us be honest, Zenin,” your father starts. “We have been offered an engagement with the son of the Gojo family.”

“Well,” your mother says pleasantly. “The Gojo family is a very prestigious family. It would be silly of us to pass up on the offer.” Her head tilts ever so slightly, flashing a small smile. “You understand, don’t you?”

Toji’s head swims. “And the union with the Zenin house…”

Your mother places one manicured hand on his knee. “I’m sure you can find someone much more suitable for you than our daughter.”

“Our clan has a distant cousin, close to our daughter in age, you can marry. We will discuss this with the Zenin to ensure no lost love between our two families,” you father finishes.

“And you may not know this but…” your mother continues. “...our daughter used to be entangled with the Gojo son, but the engagement fell through when they parted. This is the perfect opportunity for the two to reunite their flame. It would be a shame to keep young ones in love apart, especially for reasons so grotesque as family ties, wouldn’t you agree?”

“... your daughter and Gojo Satoru have history?” Toji asks dumbly.

“Why, yes!” your mother exclaims. “They were the most picturesque couple. Their parting was such a shame, but it simply must be destiny offering them another chance,” she rambles.

“Enough,” your father cuts in. He places a stack of papers on the table, motioning for Toji to look. Divorce papers.

“This is all we wanted to discuss today. Please consider the offer and we will be back another day to collect.” Your father says. “We truly do see this as a most favorable option for all parties.” He speaks as if it’s a done deal, as final as it had been the day the two of you signed the marriage forms in the first place.

There’s nothing Toji can say back as they leave him with pleased, closed-lipped smiles and assurances of a strong bond between the two families going forward. Having said all they need to say, your parents depart, leaving Toji with the blank divorce form.

The hours tick by as he sits on the couch, staring blankly at the two untouched cups of tea that have long gone cold. Of all the information he received, he’s not sure where to start processing – your history with Gojo, that you’ve been secretly meeting with him, if you’ve known about your parents’ schemes, the divorce.

The thoughts continue to plague him that night, ringing loudly in his head. Amplified with the silence in the house and the absence of your presence.

He awakens the next morning to the incessant ringing of his phone. His groggy voice answers the call – from his parents – and is greeted with a hysterical tirade from his mother. She screams something of the pride of the Zenin family, how dare they so blatantly show their preference for the Gojos, Toji zones out the rest. His ears perk up when they start talking about you.

“... happening today!”

“What,” Toji sits up. “Today? The divorce forms haven’t even been signed yet.” He rushes out to scan the house for any signs of you; he would rather hear the answer from you than his rotten family.

“Today!” his mother shouts over the line.

You are still nowhere to be found and dread creeps into his stomach at the idea that you had spent the night out. Where? This was supposed to be your home.

He hastily gets the location of your omiai with Gojo Satoru, his mother leaving him with a warning that he better fix this.

Upon his arrival at the restaurant, he storms through the private rooms, leaving no screendoor unturned. They all yield empty tables and groups he does not recognize, to his relief. At the last door, he takes a deep breath before sliding the screendoor open, praying that he won’t find you behind the door.

His stomach drops when the last door reveals you sitting across from the white-haired man he recognizes as Gojo Satoru.

Their eyes turn to you, yours widening in shock.

“Toji-”

Unwelcome betrayal floods his heart as he steels his expression into one of an ice cold glacier.

“I’m no relationship expert,” Toji cuts with venom. “But even I know it’s bad taste to be meeting with an ex behind your husband’s back, don’tcha think, sweetheart?”

“Toji, it’s not what you think-”

“Then you wanna explain what the fuck is going on here?”

“Well, I think it’s pretty self explanatory, no, Zenin?” Gojo drawls, lips curling into a smirk.

Tojis eyes narrow. If looks could kill.

“You,” he points to you. “Come with me.”

“Toji, I can’t…”

He’s incredulous. “Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”

“I was under the impression that her parents explained everything pretty clearly yesterday,” Gojo shrugs.

“Satoru, please,” you say to him.

“‘Satoru’?”

You look at him with wide eyes. It’s incriminating.

“So it’s true then. You knew everything?” Toji asks, but it comes out like a statement. “Come. here.” he grits out to you. It’s the last chance he would give you.

You don’t take it, only looking down. In a small voice, you mutter, “I can’t. Our parents will be back any second.”

“Oh for fucks sake, forget about your parents for one fucking minute will you?”

“I… I can’t, Toji. Maybe you’re used to doing that with your family, but I can’t disobey mine like that.”

So you’re choosing them over me? He wants to demand of you. But his pride stops him. He won’t beg. He certainly won’t be doing that in front of Gojo Satoru. He takes a few steps back, as if physically putting some distance between you would make this better.

That’s when he steps back into someone – your parents, along with the Gojo elders.

“Zenin Toji,” the Gojo head bellows. “What do you think you are doing here?”

He recovers quickly, lips curling into a smile that looks more like he’s baring his teeth. “Nothing much,” he feigns nonchalance. “Just thought I’d stop by to see what kinda schemes your snakey family has been up to. Never thought I’d see adultery added to that list though.”

“Toji-san-”

“Don’t worry, though. I’ll make this real easy for all of you.” He turns to you, addressing you in a cold tone he has never used on you before. “The papers will be waiting for you at home, my half signed. It’s not in my nature to stand in between two lovers, so I wish you all the best,” he spits the word lovers, before turning on his heel.

He forces himself to keep his strides even, even as he hears you shout his name.

The walk home does not cool his head. Inside the house, though it was only for a short while, he is reminded of you everywhere.

His expectations for his family had died years ago; there was no hope for that. From then on, he had trained himself to exercise the same doubt on all his relationships. Surely, if his own birth parents could not come to love him, there is no guarantee anyone else could.

With you, Toji had let his expectations of you, of your relationship, go unchecked. He had been tricked. You had always acted more of the victim in this, ever the sad, pitiful one. You had played the role so well that Toji was the one who felt guilty. And you took that weakness of his, placed your hands into the cracks to force open a chasm.

This entire time, Toji had thought you a pitiful, neglected daughter, desperate for love, forced into an unwanted marriage with someone you hated. It seems that in reality, the only crime inflicted upon you, was not being married, but rather being married to the wrong person.

He can only laugh at himself in scorn. He could remember giving you a lecture on the couch about how to give up on false hope and expectations for people who were bound to betray you – the irony of the situation. It seems he had been the one to harbor false hope this entire time. And like a fool, he had allowed his growing affection for you blind him, deluding himself into thinking you hold feelings for him too.

Toji signs the forms and leaves them in plain sight on the tea table.

Unable to stand another second in the space haunted with your touch, he flees, intending to keep away until every trace of you is gone.

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·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. height difference + jjk men — seeing you struggling to initiate a kiss, ft. gojo, nanami, toji, choso

note. super self indulgent once again woopsies

tags. jjk men x female reader (separately). fluff, suggestive themes. size difference obviously: reader is shorter than the characters. little hint of an age gap in toji’s part (you; early 20’s, he early 30’s). reader gets referred to as ‘small, short, adorable’. nicknames used ‘baby, sweetheart, princess, little girl, angel’. includes drabbles for each character.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

“what’s the matter, baby?” satoru easily notices whenever you’re internally debating something. you’d fidget with your clothes, look around and nibble on your bottom lip.

even if you say that it’s nothing, your lover knows that you mean the exact opposite. he walks hand-in-hand with you out of the boutique where he had bought you a pretty dress. his thumb rubs your skin gently, hoping to comfort you with whatever you’re struggling to say.

“it’s uhm,” you finally speak up. satoru halts his steps and tilts his head with a curious pout on his lips. he doesn’t wish to pressure you into anything, so he keeps quiet.

his blue eyes follow your movements from behind his sunglasses. you step closer to him, your small hands travelling up to gently hold onto his jacket. you gulp before balancing your entire body on your toes—creasing your shoes a bit by doing so.

at this point, satoru knows what you’re trying to do. your actions are absolutely adorable and make the sorcerer giggle. he wants nothing more than to squish your cheeks together for being so cute. especially because you’re failing to reach his lips.

“oh, do y’need help maybe?” satoru asks with a smug grin. you frown and try to stand on the tips of your toes, though that didn’t seem enough. your lover needs to lower his head a tad more for you to kiss him.

satoru tilts his head backwards instead. he loves to see you pout and struggle to carry out such an affectionate act. he can’t help it—you’re so fun to tease, “c’mon, you can do it, baby!”

when you give up due to his constant teasing, the white-haired man gasps dramatically. you smack his bicep and turn around with a huff, “forget it.”

before you can take another step away from him—satoru’s hand reaches out to hold your wrist. he pulls you back against his chest, warm palm holding your cheek and tilting your head up so his glossy lips could meet yours.

“sorry,” satoru mutters against your mouth. his tongue sneakily swipes against yours which causes you to squirm. he gives your bottom lip a playful nibble in response, “couldn’t resist teasing you a little.”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

“welcome home, dear!” you greet kento at the front door as per usual. he sighs in relief and smiles tiredly, appreciating your appearance before him. he seems utterly exhausted from his most recent mission.

“it’s good to see you, sweetheart,” kento shuts the door behind him. he takes off his shoes and places them where they belong before doing the same with his coat. he looks down at you as you help him tidy his belongings, “you’re looking beautiful tonight.”

to say you’re flustered is an understatement. kento always knows just how to get you shy and embarrassed from the casual way he compliments you. you’re in your pyjamas and apron—barefaced with nothing extra going on and yet your lover is completely engrossed by your looks.

“thank you,” you murmur back with a bright smile. kento smiles as well after seeing your happy expression. that’s what he does it for.

you hold kento’s hand and feel its warmth engulf your skin. his palms are a little rough; probably from the hard work he put into those recent missions he did. you look up at the blonde man in front of you and want nothing more than to kiss him—show your gratitude for everything he does for you.

thus, you lean in and stand on your toes, balancing on one foot whilst the other floats a few centimetres above the wooden floor. it’s hard to find a balance, though your attentive partner is quick to lend a hand.

“careful,” kento whispers, his voice so husky that you feel a shiver run down your spine. his big hands settle on your waist and he doesn’t waste a single second after that.

he leans in as well, head lowered to yours and your noses lightly brushing against each other. kento’s lips find your soft ones—interlocking them in a passion filled kiss. you can feel his entire body relax even more. as if he’s waited all day to be back home. to be back to you.

to kiss and hold you close.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“over here, princess,” toji calls you over with a subtle wave. he’s leaning against a brick wall, hands in the pockets of his black jacket. you walk over to him with an excited smile—happy to spend some quality time together with him today.

“hey, i missed you,” you comment and wrap your arms around his waist. you nuzzle your face against his chest to which toji reacts by giving you an awkward head pat.

the older man lifts your head up and away from his body by holding onto your chin. his eyes run over your face, letting out a short content hum. he’s missed you a lot too. not that he’d tell you that directly.

“how’s uni for ya?” toji asks. the pad of his thumb rubs your cheek and you lean into his touch. it brings a little smirk to his face—seeing how easily you become putty in his hands is rather amusing.

“been okay for most part,” you shrug and fail to maintain eye contact with your boyfriend. he probably doesn’t do it on purpose, but his half-lidded eyes makes your lower abdomen feel funny.

you’re still so nervous around him, though you’ve got the guts to at least kiss him first. you missed the feeling of his lips against you after all. the constant, soothing rubs of his thumb against your cheek only intensifies your desire.

you lift yourself up on the tips of your shoes. your cold hands cup toji’s face and he immediately gets what you’re trying to do. he snickers at the sight of you struggling to reach him and acts like he doesn’t know what you want.

. . until you whine about how you really want to kiss him. that man is sold the moment he hears your whiny voice.

“fuck. c’mere, little girl,” toji’s veiny hands go around your waist and move down to cup your ass, his lips crashing down onto yours with a desperation he’s never kissed you with before.

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

“do i need to add salt? she’s talking too fast,” choso ask whilst scratching his head. he’s watching a youtube video on his phone; specifically a cooking one. he’s attempting to copy a recipe in his kitchen and you’re helping him since he doesn’t know too much about phones. and cooking apparently.

you giggle and grab the phone from the counter. the lady’s words are incomprehensible due to the video being on two times the usual speed. you return the settings to normal with a light hearted chuckle, “yeah, because you’ve sped up the video, silly.”

“oh,” choso smiles sheepishly. he checks the stove and makes sure the food isn’t burning before turning towards you, “thank you. you’re a lifesaver, heh.”

you can’t help but admire the view of choso in front of you. he’s in an apron which is too small on him since it’s yours—his chiseled chest accentuated by the fabric. his black hair is up in a small ponytail and his cheeks are red. probably from embarrassment.

“you’re adorable,” you comment lovingly. choso’s cheeks turn even redder by your compliment and he sputters some words about how he ‘needs to focus on his cooking’.

you interrupt his stammers by getting closer. your lover stops and his lips are parted—giving you the perfect chance to capture them into a kiss. well, you try to at least

choso notices your silent struggles and blinks. it takes him a second to fully grasp the situation before he decides on helping you. he smiles warmly, his beefy arms effortlessly lifting you up to his height, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist.

one hand is on your thigh, the other holding the back of your head to deepen your shared kiss. choso pulls away and attaches his lips to your neck, settling you the counter, “want more, angel. you drive me crazy.”

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #toji x reader #nanami x reader #choso x reader #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #gojo fluff #nanami fluff #choso fluff #toji fluff

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