ddaisyvision

[ddaisyvision]

𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜!𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

𝐜𝐰: fem!reader, toxic relationship dynamic (toji’s a cheater), mention of violence, brief breeding mention, unprotected sex, some angst, you might think y/n is a lil dumb, some yearning and sexual tension.

its been about a year since you and toji fushiguro called it quits.

365 consecutive days of trying to heal from the pain your split caused. who knew another 365 days would be dedicated to dealing with him long after the fact? he’s always fucking starting shit. everytime he hears word you’re seeing someone new he comes along to try and ruin it. whether it be popping up at your apartment whenever he had an inkling you might have company, showing up to your job to apologize a million times or even beating up some poor guy who dared to even ask you out within his proximity; toji was always around.

you’d be a liar if you said that you weren’t madly in love with him still. but he threw it all away when he was caught fucking whats-her-face in the apartment you shared together. the last thing toji saw that day was your hand slapping him across the face and you tearfully throwing his stuff into the hallway and kicking him out. why couldn’t he put the effort that he’s wasting trying to ruin your relationships into actually saving yours?

tonight was the first date with a new guy in months since the last time was completely ruined by “he who shall not be named”. your friends encouraged you to put yourself out there even if toji was always trying to sabotage you. they said hopefully when you found a decent guy, he’d get the hint and finally move on with his life. Maybe this time they were right. You haven’t seen Toji lurking around your apartment or reaching out to your friends to keep tabs on who you’re with and what you’re doing. Finally. You just might be free.

you do a couple quick turns in the mirror, admiring how your dress hugs every sultry curve of your body. you looked fuckin good; and you smelled even better. after a few finishing touches on your makeup, you grab your purse and open the door. to your absolute dismay, you aren’t greeted by the hallways you always find behind your apartment door. it’s toji fuckin fushiguro standing at there with that stupid smirk across his lips and holding a bouquet of pink lilies, his smirk dropping when he notices how dressed up you are to just be hanging out in your apartment.

“the fuck are you doing here?” you groan, annoyed and absolutely not in the mood for the foolishness that you knew would follow.

“im here to see my girl, the fuck you mean ‘what am I doin’ here?’” toji spits back, eyeing your outfit and drinking in the smell of your sweet perfume. you notice the grip on the bouquet he was holding get tighter, practically strangling the poor flowers you presumed were for you.

“where are you going?” toji asks, the calm tone of his voice just barely covering the irritation laced within the question.

“out.” you answer shortly, trying to get around him only to be blocked by the wall that is toji. he looks down at you and squints, your flippant answer obviously only pissing him off further.

“out? out fuckin where?” this question sounding far harsher than the last. toji knows the answer but delaying you from going to meet whatever bozo that isn’t him was ultimately the goal.

“just out, okay? can you please move? i’m late.” you say, exhausted already from being hounded. you try side stepping to get by but toji refused to budge, gently pushing you back inside your apartment and slamming the door behind him.

“ohh, you’re late. am I supposed to give a fuck?” toji asks with feigned concern. you stand there in defeat, tapping your foot against the hard wood below you.

“i guess fucking not. you always do this shit toji, why?!” you shout. You end up swinging your purse at his hard chest to which Toji takes with ease, not even budging an inch. “just leave me the fuck alone already.”

“i miss you.” toji admits, watching you rage at him in awe. a part of him finds this side of you to be so sexy. the other part feels guilty he’s even bringing this side out of you in the first place.

“okay?! I miss you too, but you dont see me popping up at whatever hole you crawled out of and harassing every whore you bring there. why me- why can’t I move on?!” You snap, tears threatening to fall but you refuse to let them, turning your face quickly to bat them away.

toji inches closer to you, tossing the flowers onto the couch to grab your hands and squeeze them earnestly.

“how many fuckin times do I gotta tell you i’m sorry? you can’t move on because I don’t fuckin want you to. I don’t care how stupid that sounds, y/n, I love you. Fuck those girls, fuck whatever I did- it doesn’t matter. I just want you.” toji confessed, his words vibrating against the thin walls of the living room.

he could feel his heart beating against his chest. toji isn’t the mushy type but for you he was willing to be tender. his bed’s been cold since you broke up and frankly he can’t take it anymore. that’s why he resorted to being so criminally persistent. he didn’t know how else to just say how he felt.

you turn to look into his dark eyes and see the man you fell for right in front of you, sniffling and sobbing like a child as his words settle in. you want to believe his words and take him back but how can you?

“how am I supposed to trust you again, toji? this shit isn’t easy. you think I wanted to break up? you did this to us.” pain is laced in your words as you try to control your emotions, looking up at toji with wet lashes as you let yourself cry.

“i know and I’ll spend the rest of my life payin for it if you just give me another chance. please.” toji leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes shut as he does this. it’s like he’s trying to transfer his thoughts into your head so you know he’s sincere, his strong body weakening at the thought of you taking him back and finally having a shot at redemption.

he knows he doesn’t deserve forgiveness but there’ll never be another you in this lifetime and he’s not going to spend another year without you. you’re torn between your heart and your brain, an internal war you’ve fought for a year since he’s been gone. as much as you wanna hate him, as badly as you wanna punch him in the face and tell him to get the fuck out, you just can’t. you give into his touch and reveal in how familiar it feels, telling your brain to shut up and letting your heart decide for you.

“fine.” you say with a glimmer of hope in your gaze. toji doesn’t even hesitate to kiss you, victory swelling his chest. he lifts you off your feet and you instinctively wrap your legs around his slim waist as he leads you away to your bedroom.

toji’s foot can be heard closing the door behind him with a thud and a slam, hands groping and kneading at your soft ass as he hustles towards the bed. your lips commingle with his without a breath in between, desperate for each other. as he tosses you down toji’s immediately on top of you, caging you in his arms as his large frame hovers over you. he practically tears your dress off in a fit of blind lust and hunger just as he imagined himself doing so the minute he saw you in it.

“toji!” you squeal, not too upset about the dress since his lips are already kissing your neck. he’s nibbling and licking just how he remembers you like it, groaning as you moan softly in his ear.

toji’s hands wander mindlessly as he realizes just how badly he missed your skin, your scent, the sounds you make from the start of him tasting you to the end when you unravel and cum for him over and over again. god, no one compares to this. what the fuck made him cheat in the first place, he wondered.

you find yourself bare naked underneath the somewhat gentle giant above you, your teeth catching your bottom lip as toji’s mouth wrapped around your hardening nipples. his calloused and crude fingers find their way between your plush thighs and part the petals of your flower, savoring every little whine that comes from your lips as he gently rubs circles on your clit.

“so wet for me already. you missed me too, huh?”

you nod and go “mmhm~”, your pretty eyes looking up to see the intense look in his. you feel yourself shivering as toji operates your body like a machine, pushing every button the right way every time. toji’s cock is now firm behind his jeans, itching to get them off and slide himself inside you with the ease he always has. you always took him so well; like your perfect pussy was made just for him and him alone.

in a flash toji’s cock is free from the confines of his clothes, hissing as his blushing red tip oozes with precum. you look at the size of him and drip thinking of all the times he’s made your body weak and your legs shake with every stroke of it, squirming eagerly as toji takes his hand to stroke his cock to relieve the pressure in his balls.

“look how fuckin’ hard you make me.” toji groaned, watching his cock jump and throb at the thought of fucking you through the mattress. you salivate and spread your legs wider for him to get between, letting out a long and sultry moan as his girth stretches you to compensate. its been so long since you’ve had sex with toji — or anyone for that matter, your sight blurred as you feel him slowly stroke his length in and out.

toji can feel it in how tight you are that it’s been a while, refraining from pounding you out like he’s typically done. instead the pace of his hips remain steady, letting you feel every vein of his cock with each glide inside your gummy walls.

unspoken words urge him to go faster, hearing the pitch in your cries rise as you grip the back of his shirt. you feel him deeper now, the fat head of his cock nudging deliciously against the sweetest spots inside. by now you’re a stuttering mess, spewing strings of i love yous and i missed yous to which he replies humming,

“i know, baby. i fuckin’ love you too.” toji pants next to your ear, each huff blowing just below your ear. “im sorry.” he says, to which you hold him closer as his hips start to sloppily rut against you.

he’s cumming hard and so are you, feeling your pussy ooze your sweetness as the sound of skin colliding and your needy moans growing louder. toji lets out a string of raspy swears as his pace gets sloppy, his cock spitting out his thick seed deep inside you. not planned, but you’re his now and forever. a baby couldn’t hurt, right? You whimper and mewl with every finishing stroke of his cock, taking him in and practically milking his balls of whatever he’s had pent up all this time. you let out a satisfied sigh and bask in the warmth of coming down from such an addictive feeling.

you feel the spot on the mattress next to you sink as toji’s weight plops down next to you, your bodies hot and sticky with sweat. not much is said. not out of awkwardness or shame having slept with an ex , but out of awe and newfound love for each other. toji’s more in love with you than he’s ever been, tangling his long limbs with yours as he stares up at the ceiling.

to some, taking back an ex who cheated on you and betrayed your trust is nuts. but the way toji makes you feel doesn’t make much sense either. you love him fiercely and as does he. you smile to yourself and nuzzle up against toji’s skin, feeling him pull you impossibly close so the two of you can fall asleep in each others arms.

[ddaisyvision]

𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜!𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

𝐜��: fem!reader, toxic relationship dynamic (toji’s a cheater), mention of violence, brief breeding mention, unprotected sex, some angst, you might think y/n is a lil dumb, some yearning and sexual tension.

its been about a year since you and toji fushiguro called it quits.

365 consecutive days of trying to heal from the pain your split caused. who knew another 365 days would be dedicated to dealing with him long after the fact? he’s always fucking starting shit. everytime he hears word you’re seeing someone new he comes along to try and ruin it. whether it be popping up at your apartment whenever he had an inkling you might have company, showing up to your job to apologize a million times or even beating up some poor guy who dared to even ask you out within his proximity; toji was always around.

you’d be a liar if you said that you weren’t madly in love with him still. but he threw it all away when he was caught fucking whats-her-face in the apartment you shared together. the last thing toji saw that day was your hand slapping him across the face and you tearfully throwing his stuff into the hallway and kicking him out. why couldn’t he put the effort that he’s wasting trying to ruin your relationships into actually saving yours?

tonight was the first date with a new guy in months since the last time was completely ruined by “he who shall not be named”. your friends encouraged you to put yourself out there even if toji was always trying to sabotage you. they said hopefully when you found a decent guy, he’d get the hint and finally move on with his life. Maybe this time they were right. You haven’t seen Toji lurking around your apartment or reaching out to your friends to keep tabs on who you’re with and what you’re doing. Finally. You just might be free.

you do a couple quick turns in the mirror, admiring how your dress hugs every sultry curve of your body. you looked fuckin good; and you smelled even better. after a few finishing touches on your makeup, you grab your purse and open the door. to your absolute dismay, you aren’t greeted by the hallways you always find behind your apartment door. it’s toji fuckin fushiguro standing at there with that stupid smirk across his lips and holding a bouquet of pink lilies, his smirk dropping when he notices how dressed up you are to just be hanging out in your apartment.

“the fuck are you doing here?” you groan, annoyed and absolutely not in the mood for the foolishness that you knew would follow.

“im here to see my girl, the fuck you mean ‘what am I doin’ here?’” toji spits back, eyeing your outfit and drinking in the smell of your sweet perfume. you notice the grip on the bouquet he was holding get tighter, practically strangling the poor flowers you presumed were for you.

“where are you going?” toji asks, the calm tone of his voice just barely covering the irritation laced within the question.

“out.” you answer shortly, trying to get around him only to be blocked by the wall that is toji. he looks down at you and squints, your flippant answer obviously only pissing him off further.

“out? out fuckin where?” this question sounding far harsher than the last. toji knows the answer but delaying you from going to meet whatever bozo that isn’t him was ultimately the goal.

“just out, okay? can you please move? i’m late.” you say, exhausted already from being hounded. you try side stepping to get by but toji refused to budge, gently pushing you back inside your apartment and slamming the door behind him.

“ohh, you’re late. am I supposed to give a fuck?” toji asks with feigned concern. you stand there in defeat, tapping your foot against the hard wood below you.

“i guess fucking not. you always do this shit toji, why?!” you shout. You end up swinging your purse at his hard chest to which Toji takes with ease, not even budging an inch. “just leave me the fuck alone already.”

“i miss you.” toji admits, watching you rage at him in awe. a part of him finds this side of you to be so sexy. the other part feels guilty he’s even bringing this side out of you in the first place.

“okay?! I miss you too, but you dont see me popping up at whatever hole you crawled out of and harassing every whore you bring there. why me- why can’t I move on?!” You snap, tears threatening to fall but you refuse to let them, turning your face quickly to bat them away.

toji inches closer to you, tossing the flowers onto the couch to grab your hands and squeeze them earnestly.

“how many fuckin times do I gotta tell you i’m sorry? you can’t move on because I don’t fuckin want you to. I don’t care how stupid that sounds, y/n, I love you. Fuck those girls, fuck whatever I did- it doesn’t matter. I just want you.” toji confessed, his words vibrating against the thin walls of the living room.

he could feel his heart beating against his chest. toji isn’t the mushy type but for you he was willing to be tender. his bed’s been cold since you broke up and frankly he can’t take it anymore. that’s why he resorted to being so criminally persistent. he didn’t know how else to just say how he felt.

you turn to look into his dark eyes and see the man you fell for right in front of you, sniffling and sobbing like a child as his words settle in. you want to believe his words and take him back but how can you?

“how am I supposed to trust you again, toji? this shit isn’t easy. you think I wanted to break up? you did this to us.” pain is laced in your words as you try to control your emotions, looking up at toji with wet lashes as you let yourself cry.

“i know and I’ll spend the rest of my life payin for it if you just give me another chance. please.” toji leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes shut as he does this. it’s like he’s trying to transfer his thoughts into your head so you know he’s sincere, his strong body weakening at the thought of you taking him back and finally having a shot at redemption.

he knows he doesn’t deserve forgiveness but there’ll never be another you in this lifetime and he’s not going to spend another year without you. you’re torn between your heart and your brain, an internal war you’ve fought for a year since he’s been gone. as much as you wanna hate him, as badly as you wanna punch him in the face and tell him to get the fuck out, you just can’t. you give into his touch and reveal in how familiar it feels, telling your brain to shut up and letting your heart decide for you.

“fine.” you say with a glimmer of hope in your gaze. toji doesn’t even hesitate to kiss you, victory swelling his chest. he lifts you off your feet and you instinctively wrap your legs around his slim waist as he leads you away to your bedroom.

toji’s foot can be heard closing the door behind him with a thud and a slam, hands groping and kneading at your soft ass as he hustles towards the bed. your lips commingle with his without a breath in between, desperate for each other. as he tosses you down toji’s immediately on top of you, caging you in his arms as his large frame hovers over you. he practically tears your dress off in a fit of blind lust and hunger just as he imagined himself doing so the minute he saw you in it.

“toji!” you squeal, not too upset about the dress since his lips are already kissing your neck. he’s nibbling and licking just how he remembers you like it, groaning as you moan softly in his ear.

toji’s hands wander mindlessly as he realizes just how badly he missed your skin, your scent, the sounds you make from the start of him tasting you to the end when you unravel and cum for him over and over again. god, no one compares to this. what the fuck made him cheat in the first place, he wondered.

you find yourself bare naked underneath the somewhat gentle giant above you, your teeth catching your bottom lip as toji’s mouth wrapped around your hardening nipples. his calloused and crude fingers find their way between your plush thighs and part the petals of your flower, savoring every little whine that comes from your lips as he gently rubs circles on your clit.

“so wet for me already. you missed me too, huh?”

you nod and go “mmhm~”, your pretty eyes looking up to see the intense look in his. you feel yourself shivering as toji operates your body like a machine, pushing every button the right way every time. toji’s cock is now firm behind his jeans, itching to get them off and slide himself inside you with the ease he always has. you always took him so well; like your perfect pussy was made just for him and him alone.

in a flash toji’s cock is free from the confines of his clothes, hissing as his blushing red tip oozes with precum. you look at the size of him and drip thinking of all the times he’s made your body weak and your legs shake with every stroke of it, squirming eagerly as toji takes his hand to stroke his cock to relieve the pressure in his balls.

“look how fuckin’ hard you make me.” toji groaned, watching his cock jump and throb at the thought of fucking you through the mattress. you salivate and spread your legs wider for him to get between, letting out a long and sultry moan as his girth stretches you to compensate. its been so long since you’ve had sex with toji — or anyone for that matter, your sight blurred as you feel him slowly stroke his length in and out.

toji can feel it in how tight you are that it’s been a while, refraining from pounding you out like he’s typically done. instead the pace of his hips remain steady, letting you feel every vein of his cock with each glide inside your gummy walls.

unspoken words urge him to go faster, hearing the pitch in your cries rise as you grip the back of his shirt. you feel him deeper now, the fat head of his cock nudging deliciously against the sweetest spots inside. by now you’re a stuttering mess, spewing strings of i love yous and i missed yous to which he replies humming,

“i know, baby. i fuckin’ love you too.” toji pants next to your ear, each huff blowing just below your ear. “im sorry.” he says, to which you hold him closer as his hips start to sloppily rut against you.

he’s cumming hard and so are you, feeling your pussy ooze your sweetness as the sound of skin colliding and your needy moans growing louder. toji lets out a string of raspy swears as his pace gets sloppy, his cock spitting out his thick seed deep inside you. not planned, but you’re his now and forever. a baby couldn’t hurt, right? You whimper and mewl with every finishing stroke of his cock, taking him in and practically milking his balls of whatever he’s had pent up all this time. you let out a satisfied sigh and bask in the warmth of coming down from such an addictive feeling.

you feel the spot on the mattress next to you sink as toji’s weight plops down next to you, your bodies hot and sticky with sweat. not much is said. not out of awkwardness or shame having slept with an ex , but out of awe and newfound love for each other. toji’s more in love with you than he’s ever been, tangling his long limbs with yours as he stares up at the ceiling.

to some, taking back an ex who cheated on you and betrayed your trust is nuts. but the way toji makes you feel doesn’t make much sense either. you love him fiercely and as does he. you smile to yourself and nuzzle up against toji’s skin, feeling him pull you impossibly close so the two of you can fall asleep in each others arms.

[ddaisyvision]

𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜!𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

𝐜𝐰: fem!reader, toxic relationship dynamic (toji’s a cheater), mention of violence, brief breeding mention, unprotected sex, some angst, you might think y/n is a lil dumb, some yearning and sexual tension.

its been about a year since you and toji fushiguro called it quits.

365 consecutive days of trying to heal from the pain your split caused. who knew another 365 days would be dedicated to dealing with him long after the fact? he’s always fucking starting shit. everytime he hears word you’re seeing someone new he comes along to try and ruin it. whether it be popping up at your apartment whenever he had an inkling you might have company, showing up to your job to apologize a million times or even beating up some poor guy who dared to even ask you out within his proximity; toji was always around.

you’d be a liar if you said that you weren’t madly in love with him still. but he threw it all away when he was caught fucking whats-her-face in the apartment you shared together. the last thing toji saw that day was your hand slapping him across the face and you tearfully throwing his stuff into the hallway and kicking him out. why couldn’t he put the effort that he’s wasting trying to ruin your relationships into actually saving yours?

tonight was the first date with a new guy in months since the last time was completely ruined by “he who shall not be named”. your friends encouraged you to put yourself out there even if toji was always trying to sabotage you. they said hopefully when you found a decent guy, he’d get the hint and finally move on with his life. Maybe this time they were right. You haven’t seen Toji lurking around your apartment or reaching out to your friends to keep tabs on who you’re with and what you’re doing. Finally. You just might be free.

you do a couple quick turns in the mirror, admiring how your dress hugs every sultry curve of your body. you looked fuckin good; and you smelled even better. after a few finishing touches on your makeup, you grab your purse and open the door. to your absolute dismay, you aren’t greeted by the hallways you always find behind your apartment door. it’s toji fuckin fushiguro standing at there with that stupid smirk across his lips and holding a bouquet of pink lilies, his smirk dropping when he notices how dressed up you are to just be hanging out in your apartment.

“the fuck are you doing here?” you groan, annoyed and absolutely not in the mood for the foolishness that you knew would follow.

“im here to see my girl, the fuck you mean ‘what am I doin’ here?’” toji spits back, eyeing your outfit and drinking in the smell of your sweet perfume. you notice the grip on the bouquet he was holding get tighter, practically strangling the poor flowers you presumed were for you.

“where are you going?” toji asks, the calm tone of his voice just barely covering the irritation laced within the question.

“out.” you answer shortly, trying to get around him only to be blocked by the wall that is toji. he looks down at you and squints, your flippant answer obviously only pissing him off further.

“out? out fuckin where?” this question sounding far harsher than the last. toji knows the answer but delaying you from going to meet whatever bozo that isn’t him was ultimately the goal.

“just out, okay? can you please move? i’m late.” you say, exhausted already from being hounded. you try side stepping to get by but toji refused to budge, gently pushing you back inside your apartment and slamming the door behind him.

“ohh, you’re late. am I supposed to give a fuck?” toji asks with feigned concern. you stand there in defeat, tapping your foot against the hard wood below you.

“i guess fucking not. you always do this shit toji, why?!” you shout. You end up swinging your purse at his hard chest to which Toji takes with ease, not even budging an inch. “just leave me the fuck alone already.”

“i miss you.” toji admits, watching you rage at him in awe. a part of him finds this side of you to be so sexy. the other part feels guilty he’s even bringing this side out of you in the first place.

“okay?! I miss you too, but you dont see me popping up at whatever hole you crawled out of and harassing every whore you bring there. why me- why can’t I move on?!” You snap, tears threatening to fall but you refuse to let them, turning your face quickly to bat them away.

toji inches closer to you, tossing the flowers onto the couch to grab your hands and squeeze them earnestly.

“how many fuckin times do I gotta tell you i’m sorry? you can’t move on because I don’t fuckin want you to. I don’t care how stupid that sounds, y/n, I love you. Fuck those girls, fuck whatever I did- it doesn’t matter. I just want you.” toji confessed, his words vibrating against the thin walls of the living room.

he could feel his heart beating against his chest. toji isn’t the mushy type but for you he was willing to be tender. his bed’s been cold since you broke up and frankly he can’t take it anymore. that’s why he resorted to being so criminally persistent. he didn’t know how else to just say how he felt.

you turn to look into his dark eyes and see the man you fell for right in front of you, sniffling and sobbing like a child as his words settle in. you want to believe his words and take him back but how can you?

“how am I supposed to trust you again, toji? this shit isn’t easy. you think I wanted to break up? you did this to us.” pain is laced in your words as you try to control your emotions, looking up at toji with wet lashes as you let yourself cry.

“i know and I’ll spend the rest of my life payin for it if you just give me another chance. please.” toji leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes shut as he does this. it’s like he’s trying to transfer his thoughts into your head so you know he’s sincere, his strong body weakening at the thought of you taking him back and finally having a shot at redemption.

he knows he doesn’t deserve forgiveness but there’ll never be another you in this lifetime and he’s not going to spend another year without you. you’re torn between your heart and your brain, an internal war you’ve fought for a year since he’s been gone. as much as you wanna hate him, as badly as you wanna punch him in the face and tell him to get the fuck out, you just can’t. you give into his touch and reveal in how familiar it feels, telling your brain to shut up and letting your heart decide for you.

“fine.” you say with a glimmer of hope in your gaze. toji doesn’t even hesitate to kiss you, victory swelling his chest. he lifts you off your feet and you instinctively wrap your legs around his slim waist as he leads you away to your bedroom.

toji’s foot can be heard closing the door behind him with a thud and a slam, hands groping and kneading at your soft ass as he hustles towards the bed. your lips commingle with his without a breath in between, desperate for each other. as he tosses you down toji’s immediately on top of you, caging you in his arms as his large frame hovers over you. he practically tears your dress off in a fit of blind lust and hunger just as he imagined himself doing so the minute he saw you in it.

“toji!” you squeal, not too upset about the dress since his lips are already kissing your neck. he’s nibbling and licking just how he remembers you like it, groaning as you moan softly in his ear.

toji’s hands wander mindlessly as he realizes just how badly he missed your skin, your scent, the sounds you make from the start of him tasting you to the end when you unravel and cum for him over and over again. god, no one compares to this. what the fuck made him cheat in the first place, he wondered.

you find yourself bare naked underneath the somewhat gentle giant above you, your teeth catching your bottom lip as toji’s mouth wrapped around your hardening nipples. his calloused and crude fingers find their way between your plush thighs and part the petals of your flower, savoring every little whine that comes from your lips as he gently rubs circles on your clit.

“so wet for me already. you missed me too, huh?”

you nod and go “mmhm~”, your pretty eyes looking up to see the intense look in his. you feel yourself shivering as toji operates your body like a machine, pushing every button the right way every time. toji’s cock is now firm behind his jeans, itching to get them off and slide himself inside you with the ease he always has. you always took him so well; like your perfect pussy was made just for him and him alone.

in a flash toji’s cock is free from the confines of his clothes, hissing as his blushing red tip oozes with precum. you look at the size of him and drip thinking of all the times he’s made your body weak and your legs shake with every stroke of it, squirming eagerly as toji takes his hand to stroke his cock to relieve the pressure in his balls.

“look how fuckin’ hard you make me.” toji groaned, watching his cock jump and throb at the thought of fucking you through the mattress. you salivate and spread your legs wider for him to get between, letting out a long and sultry moan as his girth stretches you to compensate. its been so long since you’ve had sex with toji — or anyone for that matter, your sight blurred as you feel him slowly stroke his length in and out.

toji can feel it in how tight you are that it’s been a while, refraining from pounding you out like he’s typically done. instead the pace of his hips remain steady, letting you feel every vein of his cock with each glide inside your gummy walls.

unspoken words urge him to go faster, hearing the pitch in your cries rise as you grip the back of his shirt. you feel him deeper now, the fat head of his cock nudging deliciously against the sweetest spots inside. by now you’re a stuttering mess, spewing strings of i love yous and i missed yous to which he replies humming,

“i know, baby. i fuckin’ love you too.” toji pants next to your ear, each huff blowing just below your ear. “im sorry.” he says, to which you hold him closer as his hips start to sloppily rut against you.

he’s cumming hard and so are you, feeling your pussy ooze your sweetness as the sound of skin colliding and your needy moans growing louder. toji lets out a string of raspy swears as his pace gets sloppy, his cock spitting out his thick seed deep inside you. not planned, but you’re his now and forever. a baby couldn’t hurt, right? You whimper and mewl with every finishing stroke of his cock, taking him in and practically milking his balls of whatever he’s had pent up all this time. you let out a satisfied sigh and bask in the warmth of coming down from such an addictive feeling.

you feel the spot on the mattress next to you sink as toji’s weight plops down next to you, your bodies hot and sticky with sweat. not much is said. not out of awkwardness or shame having slept with an ex , but out of awe and newfound love for each other. toji’s more in love with you than he’s ever been, tangling his long limbs with yours as he stares up at the ceiling.

to some, taking back an ex who cheated on you and betrayed your trust is nuts. but the way toji makes you feel doesn’t make much sense either. you love him fiercely and as does he. you smile to yourself and nuzzle up against toji’s skin, feeling him pull you impossibly close so the two of you can fall asleep in each others arms.

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i hate finding a typo in my writing after I swore i done proof read ts.

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𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜!𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

𝐜𝐰: fem!reader, toxic relationship dynamic (toji’s a cheater), mention of violence, brief breeding mention, unprotected sex, some angst, you might think y/n is a lil dumb, some yearning and sexual tension.

its been about a year since you and toji fushiguro called it quits.

365 consecutive days of trying to heal from the pain your split caused. who knew another 365 days would be dedicated to dealing with him long after the fact? he’s always fucking starting shit. everytime he hears word you’re seeing someone new he comes along to try and ruin it. whether it be popping up at your apartment whenever he had an inkling you might have company, showing up to your job to apologize a million times or even beating up some poor guy who dared to even ask you out within his proximity; toji was always around.

you’d be a liar if you said that you weren’t madly in love with him still. but he threw it all away when he was caught fucking whats-her-face in the apartment you shared together. the last thing toji saw that day was your hand slapping him across the face and you tearfully throwing his stuff into the hallway and kicking him out. why couldn’t he put the effort that he’s wasting trying to ruin your relationships into actually saving yours?

tonight was the first date with a new guy in months since the last time was completely ruined by “he who shall not be named”. your friends encouraged you to put yourself out there even if toji was always trying to sabotage you. they said hopefully when you found a decent guy, he’d get the hint and finally move on with his life. Maybe this time they were right. You haven’t seen Toji lurking around your apartment or reaching out to your friends to keep tabs on who you’re with and what you’re doing. Finally. You just might be free.

you do a couple quick turns in the mirror, admiring how your dress hugs every sultry curve of your body. you looked fuckin good; and you smelled even better. after a few finishing touches on your makeup, you grab your purse and open the door. to your absolute dismay, you aren’t greeted by the hallways you always find behind your apartment door. it’s toji fuckin fushiguro standing at there with that stupid smirk across his lips and holding a bouquet of pink lilies, his smirk dropping when he notices how dressed up you are to just be hanging out in your apartment.

“the fuck are you doing here?” you groan, annoyed and absolutely not in the mood for the foolishness that you knew would follow.

“im here to see my girl, the fuck you mean ‘what am I doin’ here?’” toji spits back, eyeing your outfit and drinking in the smell of your sweet perfume. you notice the grip on the bouquet he was holding get tighter, practically strangling the poor flowers you presumed were for you.

“where are you going?” toji asks, the calm tone of his voice just barely covering the irritation laced within the question.

“out.” you answer shortly, trying to get around him only to be blocked by the wall that is toji. he looks down at you and squints, your flippant answer obviously only pissing him off further.

“out? out fuckin where?” this question sounding far harsher than the last. toji knows the answer but delaying you from going to meet whatever bozo that isn’t him was ultimately the goal.

“just out, okay? can you please move? i’m late.” you say, exhausted already from being hounded. you try side stepping to get by but toji refused to budge, gently pushing you back inside your apartment and slamming the door behind him.

“ohh, you’re late. am I supposed to give a fuck?” toji asks with feigned concern. you stand there in defeat, tapping your foot against the hard wood below you.

“i guess fucking not. you always do this shit toji, why?!” you shout. You end up swinging your purse at his hard chest to which Toji takes with ease, not even budging an inch. “just leave me the fuck alone already.”

“i miss you.” toji admits, watching you rage at him in awe. a part of him finds this side of you to be so sexy. the other part feels guilty he’s even bringing this side out of you in the first place.

“okay?! I miss you too, but you dont see me popping up at whatever hole you crawled out of and harassing every whore you bring there. why me- why can’t I move on?!” You snap, tears threatening to fall but you refuse to let them, turning your face quickly to bat them away.

toji inches closer to you, tossing the flowers onto the couch to grab your hands and squeeze them earnestly.

“how many fuckin times do I gotta tell you i’m sorry? you can’t move on because I don’t fuckin want you to. I don’t care how stupid that sounds, y/n, I love you. Fuck those girls, fuck whatever I did- it doesn’t matter. I just want you.” toji confessed, his words vibrating against the thin walls of the living room.

he could feel his heart beating against his chest. toji isn’t the mushy type but for you he was willing to be tender. his bed’s been cold since you broke up and frankly he can’t take it anymore. that’s why he resorted to being so criminally persistent. he didn’t know how else to just say how he felt.

you turn to look into his dark eyes and see the man you fell for right in front of you, sniffling and sobbing like a child as his words settle in. you want to believe his words and take him back but how can you?

“how am I supposed to trust you again, toji? this shit isn’t easy. you think I wanted to break up? you did this to us.” pain is laced in your words as you try to control your emotions, looking up at toji with wet lashes as you let yourself cry.

“i know and I’ll spend the rest of my life payin for it if you just give me another chance. please.” toji leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes shut as he does this. it’s like he’s trying to transfer his thoughts into your head so you know he’s sincere, his strong body weakening at the thought of you taking him back and finally having a shot at redemption.

he knows he doesn’t deserve forgiveness but there’ll never be another you in this lifetime and he’s not going to spend another year without you. you’re torn between your heart and your brain, an internal war you’ve fought for a year since he’s been gone. as much as you wanna hate him, as badly as you wanna punch him in the face and tell him to get the fuck out, you just can’t. you give into his touch and reveal in how familiar it feels, telling your brain to shut up and letting your heart decide for you.

“fine.” you say with a glimmer of hope in your gaze. toji doesn’t even hesitate to kiss you, victory swelling his chest. he lifts you off your feet and you instinctively wrap your legs around his slim waist as he leads you away to your bedroom.

toji’s foot can be heard closing the door behind him with a thud and a slam, hands groping and kneading at your soft ass as he hustles towards the bed. your lips commingle with his without a breath in between, desperate for each other. as he tosses you down toji’s immediately on top of you, caging you in his arms as his large frame hovers over you. he practically tears your dress off in a fit of blind lust and hunger just as he imagined himself doing so the minute he saw you in it.

“toji!” you squeal, not too upset about the dress since his lips are already kissing your neck. he’s nibbling and licking just how he remembers you like it, groaning as you moan softly in his ear.

toji’s hands wander mindlessly as he realizes just how badly he missed your skin, your scent, the sounds you make from the start of him tasting you to the end when you unravel and cum for him over and over again. god, no one compares to this. what the fuck made him cheat in the first place, he wondered.

you find yourself bare naked underneath the somewhat gentle giant above you, your teeth catching your bottom lip as toji’s mouth wrapped around your hardening nipples. his calloused and crude fingers find their way between your plush thighs and part the petals of your flower, savoring every little whine that comes from your lips as he gently rubs circles on your clit.

“so wet for me already. you missed me too, huh?”

you nod and go “mmhm~”, your pretty eyes looking up to see the intense look in his. you feel yourself shivering as toji operates your body like a machine, pushing every button the right way every time. toji’s cock is now firm behind his jeans, itching to get them off and slide himself inside you with the ease he always has. you always took him so well; like your perfect pussy was made just for him and him alone.

in a flash toji’s cock is free from the confines of his clothes, hissing as his blushing red tip oozes with precum. you look at the size of him and drip thinking of all the times he’s made your body weak and your legs shake with every stroke of it, squirming eagerly as toji takes his hand to stroke his cock to relieve the pressure in his balls.

“look how fuckin’ hard you make me.” toji groaned, watching his cock jump and throb at the thought of fucking you through the mattress. you salivate and spread your legs wider for him to get between, letting out a long and sultry moan as his girth stretches you to compensate. its been so long since you’ve had sex with toji — or anyone for that matter, your sight blurred as you feel him slowly stroke his length in and out.

toji can feel it in how tight you are that it’s been a while, refraining from pounding you out like he’s typically done. instead the pace of his hips remain steady, letting you feel every vein of his cock with each glide inside your gummy walls.

unspoken words urge him to go faster, hearing the pitch in your cries rise as you grip the back of his shirt. you feel him deeper now, the fat head of his cock nudging deliciously against the sweetest spots inside. by now you’re a stuttering mess, spewing strings of i love yous and i missed yous to which he replies humming,

“i know, baby. i fuckin’ love you too.” toji pants next to your ear, each huff blowing just below your ear. “im sorry.” he says, to which you hold him closer as his hips start to sloppily rut against you.

he’s cumming hard and so are you, feeling your pussy ooze your sweetness as the sound of skin colliding and your needy moans growing louder. toji lets out a string of raspy swears as his pace gets sloppy, his cock spitting out his thick seed deep inside you. not planned, but you’re his now and forever. a baby couldn’t hurt, right? You whimper and mewl with every finishing stroke of his cock, taking him in and practically milking his balls of whatever he’s had pent up all this time. you let out a satisfied sigh and bask in the warmth of coming down from such an addictive feeling.

you feel the spot on the mattress next to you sink as toji’s weight plops down next to you, your bodies hot and sticky with sweat. not much is said. not out of awkwardness or shame having slept with an ex , but out of awe and newfound love for each other. toji’s more in love with you than he’s ever been, tangling his long limbs with yours as he stares up at the ceiling.

to some, taking back an ex who cheated on you and betrayed your trust is nuts. but the way toji makes you feel doesn’t make much sense either. you love him fiercely and as does he. you smile to yourself and nuzzle up against toji’s skin, feeling him pull you impossibly close so the two of you can fall asleep in each others arms.

[ddaisyvision]

starting out strong with some toxic!toji fushiguro.

its a little angsty, a little raunchy and definitely self indulgent as fuck

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im back.

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h-hi

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h word so im finna write

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chile…

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hihi!! i missed your other blog, butttt im happy your gonna be active on here, i just had a question whether you do requests or not?? ty, love ur fics btww!!

hi pumpkin sorry im replying so late!

unfortunately right now im not taking any reqs solely because I’m pretty busy with work as of late. I dont wanna promise a request and then take forever to post it!

hopefully in the future i can and thanks so much for stopping by my blog. 💕

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hii ik im not as active as i’d like to be on here but PLEASEE respect my rules even when I’m gone.

thx ☺️

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𝐆𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄! | 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈

𝐚/𝐧: im back bitches and it feels great! writing this was real fun. i was smokin a lil weed, listening to music and then gimme more by britney spears came on and thus this was born. it was supposed to be a mini fic but.. i got a lil carried away lmao. enjoy my babies! 💋

𝐜𝐰: pervy!denji, sleazy!denji, stripper!reader (your stripper name is diamond btw), fem!bodied, heavy petting, sloppy kissing, alcohol use, raw penetrative sex, breeding(?)| 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧)

Even in his twenties, Denji was still a perverted loser. He may have been a great devil hunter; but his lust for women kept him anchored on distraction. Tits. Pussy. Asses. The fat of their thighs spreading when they sit. The way they smell; so sweet like flowers or a piece of decadent dessert. The allure of femininity alone scratched an itch within him. 

So is it any surprise that Denji’d be spending his nights at the local strip club? Every Friday; his only day off a week, he’d be sat with his ones in tow sitting in the front row of the stage every bit of gitty. He was like a teenage boy, already undressing the half dressed dancers that walked around the dimly lit club with his hungry eyes. 

“Alright gentlemen! This girl’s a newcomer to our club tonight, so open your wallets and please give a warm welcome to the gorgeous Diamond!”

Denji’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw you, walking achingly slow towards the middle of the big pink stage. You were dressed in all baby blue; soft white accents of your outfit making you look every bit of angelic. Your breasts were adorned in a sparkly bikini-like top, the twinkle of every rhinestone calling attention to the audience like a flare in the sky. His eyes were then fixated onto your navel where a heart shaped charm hung ever so dainty. His gaze traveled down to your soft legs as they wrapped around the pole, a vision of those same legs wrapped around his waist as he took you quickly coming to mind. 

Denji’s now fighting the agitating urge to palm himself through his jeans, his cock now painfully hard as he watched you grind and shake your plump ass on the pole. Your body seemed to float when you danced, a mix of seduction and grace that was quite impressive for an amateur. Your routine landed you on the floor of the stage, crawling towards the man that looked to be her biggest fan already.

Denji swallowed his nerves and braced himself as you got closer, eyes immediately falling to your cleavage. As you sensually touch your body in front of him, grinding and arching your back for his viewing pleasure, Denji’s hands start to stuff money right in between your breasts. You can’t help but giggle at his eagerness to show his appreciation for you, so you turn around and wiggle your ass in his face, Denji’s cheeks now bloodshot red. His lust was so obvious, hands touching every bit of skin he could before your routine was over.

You liked him. You didn’t know why but you did. He tipped you so nicely and his hands felt so good on your skin it almost lit you ablaze. You both seem to get lost in the moment as you let him explore your curves, softly gasping when his slender fingers ghost past your pussy. It was a cheeky move that caught you by surprise, touching this salacious normally granted in a gentle ass-whooping by security. Luckily no one saw.

Long after your dance, you and Denji continued the party in one of the luxe VIP rooms in the back. One glass of champagne led to another and suddenly you were both all over each other. Denji may have had to dip into his savings a bit to afford you but god were you worth every cent. You were sat in his lap tasting him, your tongues swirling together to take each other in. His teeth gently tug at your bottom lip as he reluctantly pulls back, his hands speaking more than he might have been. He starts to knead at your breasts, tugging the fabric of your top aside to reveal your soft mounds. Denji moans as if he’d just slipped inside you at the sight of your puffy nipples, taking his time licking and sucking and tugging at each one with sloppy noises following every motion. Heat started to rise from between your legs, essence oozing from your pussy as your mouth hangs agape. You really want to keep quiet. Sex wasn’t allowed in the VIP rooms but so long as the customers paid, no one seemed to mind. 

“We can’t, baby, not in here.” You purr directly into his ear. Each hair at the back of Denji’s neck stands, your sweet voice causing his already aching cock to twitch and leak furiously. The thought of not getting what he paid for struck a chord in Denji. 

“C’mon. Might as well gimme somethin’.” Denji pulls this line out of his back pocket, trying not to sound desperate but the teasing is killing him at this point. All he can think of is burying his cock deep inside your gorgeous pussy and fucking you until you both see stars. You take one look into his puppy dog eyes and swoon, taking a hand to dotingly stroke his angry cock through his pants. You erupt into a fit of giggles as you watch him flinch and buck his hips up to meet your hands for more friction. 

“Fine. You’re lucky you’re cute...” 

Any more foreplay would have the both of you erupting with just one touch, lips crashing into each other for one sloppy mess of a drunken kiss. Both your hands get tangled together as you try to take off Denji’s jeans, the sound of his belt buckle hitting the hardwood floor with a clank. The sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating as if you couldn’t get to each other fast enough. Finally Denji’s cock sprung free from the confines of his clothes. It was surprisingly big. Not too lengthy with the right amount of girth. His poor cock had been leaking so much the front of Denji’s boxers were soaking wet. Had he already cum?

Your sultry eyes drink him in, sliding your panties out of the way as your feet plant down on either side of his legs on the long lounge chair. Your sopping cunt is now hovering over his lonely tip, your pretty hand wrapped around his length to keep him still. As you slowly sink down you can feel the slickness of your pussy coating him, the two of you moaning in sync at the sensation. The delicious pressure caused you to bite your lip to keep the noise at a minimum, sitting all the way down as Denji’s face lay snugly between your cleavage. He’s already losing his mind, his fingers digging indents into the skin of your hips to lift you up and down on his cock, you following his rhythm by bouncing up and down. Fuck he filled you so nicely, causing your legs to shake with every bounce of your hips. Hell, you could barely keep yourself up, Denji’s learned a thing or two from all those pornos he spends his spare time reading, licking the tip of his thumb to flick at your swollen bud. You can feel yourself clench around him as he touches you there, your moans becoming more and more difficult to keep them down. 

“Haah, fuck, haaaah.” Denji moans, almost louder than you. 

His voice was shaky, breath uneven. You can hear bits and pieces of how good your pussy feels, how badly he wants to cum inside you; but it’s hard to make out. You can tell he’s close; you were too. You stop your hips and let his lust drive his movement, his hips thrusting upwards without you having to direct him. Your hands find themselves in Denji’s hair, holding him closely as you come undone for him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your entire body sits limp in Denji’s grasp. It doesn’t take much longer for Denji to follow suit, his cock finally finding the release it had been craving since the moment he saw you. He fucks his seed into you without a thought behind his eyes besides cumming. Fits of ‘oh fuck’s and ‘shit’ flood from his lips as his head hangs back in the seat, facing the ceiling. His hot sticky cum flooded your walls, some even leaking and dripping all over the chair beneath you two as you watched him get off with satisfied eyes. 

“You’re cute when you cum.” You say to him, trying to catch your breath as you fit a small giggle in between. Denji smiles, his head finally rising again to look you in your eyes.

“See you next Friday?” He asks with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. You can’t help but laugh.

“For sure.”

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☆ — breeding you

“ohmyfuckingod” you whine.

it’s been hours of him relentlessly pounding you, flipping you from position to position. but you love it, and he does too. watching you love drunk on his cock with hearts in your pupils, it’s adorable.

it’s a cute sight really, your ankles next to his ears while your knees hover over the sheets.

“gonna fill you up,” thrust. “wanna be a mommy?” thrust. “have my babies?” thrust. it was painfully delicious, the way he kissed your cervix so desperate to come inside of you, listening to the way you chant his name over and over.

“want it—! please.” he loves to hear you beg for it, seeing your eyes fixated on his length pumping in and out of you. it’s not long before his moans stutter and thrusts dwindle and he’s spilling a thick load into your pretty pussy, breeding you to your fullest.

“always such a good girl for me.”

☆ — atsumu, bokuto, ichigo, renji, shidou, nagi, geto, choso

sluttsumu 2023

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omg ok, i have sooo many WIPs rn BUT rich boy gojo got pushed up to high priority bc i needs that.

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gives you multiple smooches 🩷

bats my eyelashes and smooches you back 🥺💖