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Sorry for the cropping I just gave up LOL but here have some toji folks

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❥ tied him down to my queen bed!

“fuuuck, baby—”

never in toji fushiguro’s thirty-eight years of living has he let himself get tied up. not during jobs, always too quick and nimble to even let them get close, nor when he was sleeping around. he was always on top, always the one tying them down and fucking them silly.

yet here he is, thick wrists and ankles bound to the posts of your bedframe, legs spread just for you. he can’t help it, not when you’re bouncing on his dick like a see-saw, a repetitive up and down that has those lightning veins dragging through your gooey insides.

“mmmgh, s-shit,” he moans, and it teeters off into a breathy chuckle, practically drowning in feigned confidence. even now, toji still wants to save face with that wobbly smirk on his face, though you definitely know better.

god, he feels like a teenager again, balls heavy and aching cock sensitive to every slight flutter and suctioning clamp of your sweet pussy. it’s like you’ve cast a spell on him, made him weak to your soft touches, the gentle bat of your long lashes, the feeling of your reverent lips peppering his face in endless kisses whenever he returns from a job.

that’s precisely how he ended up like this, tied down to your bed with just a small pout of your glossy lips and a few low, choice words whispered into his ear that’d had his pants instantly growing tight.

it hasn’t even been ten minutes, and toji’s ready to cum. you see it in the way his eyes keep fluttering like he’s having to fight the urge to let them roll back, how his hips don’t stop bucking up into you, shoving his dick in deep enough to create that perfect, cylindrical bulge in your tummy that has him drooling with endless moans and barely bitten off whimpers.

“c’mon, doll, un... mmf— untie me.” his hands flex, testing the barely sufficient restraints. “lemme f-fuck you right. that’s what ya want, y-yeah? jus’ untie me, baby, hah—”

you shake your head, hands on his chest as you up your pace, a familiar pressure building low in your spine. “you p-promised, toji.”

he did promise, he knows that, and he hates breaking them, but with the way you’re now swiveling your hips in torturous figure-eights, snug cunt milking him for all he’s worth, he is genuinely not gonna last.

“baby, pleaseee? you feel s-so fucking good, toji, god—” your voice is as sweet as ever, making the thick walls around toji’s mind melt into goopy, lovesick puddles and his balls draw up tight.

he doesn’t mean to cum before you, honest, but when you’re talking to him like that and riding him so good, he can’t help but pump thick, hot ropes of cum right into your womb, jaw slack for a long, whiny groan.

you don’t even get the chance to process the tears in his eyes before the ropes snap, two big hands coming down on your waist and flipping you right onto your back.

“toji, hnngh, wait—!”

your boyfriend just gives a rough shake of his head, the ropes sliding free from his wrists and ankles as he hikes your legs around his waist. his dark fringe falls in front of his face, and, for a foolish moment, you think he’s going to listen.

but toji has never been good at being submissive for long, even with you.

with a rough snap of his hips, he slams home, pushing that previous load of cum even deeper. “n-nah. ‘s my turn now.”

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“satoru,” you yawn, “come back to bed please.”

you’re staring at him in the entryway of the living area, taking in his lanky form in his chair with tired eyes. satoru’s blindfold is discarded on the coffee table, eyes glowing enough for you to see the bags sitting heavily under his eyelids.

“i’m not tired,” he states simply, eyes flittering up to you for only a second. it’s written all over satoru’s face that he is in fact tired—no, exhausted, but for some reason, he just won’t sleep.

you sigh, deeply. your body aches with tiredness of your own, screaming at you to go back to sleep because you have to be up in a few hours. instead, you just walk over to him, slippers dragging along the floor with you. it doesn’t take you long to climb into his lap, laying horizontally over him and curling up into a ball right there, his arms coming to hold you closer to him.

before you can even hope of helping him fall asleep, you’re knocked out in his arms, chest rising and falling so calmly even satoru feels jealous. but he does not blame you. satoru simply looks at you, then back up, then back down, over and over.

no, he’d never tell you why he was like this. watching over your sleeping form just makes him all the more protective, makes him feel like he needs to be awake to watch his surroundings. just in case anyone tried anything.

he knows they wouldn’t dare, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.

everyone else in the world felt differently, but to satoru, you were the only thing that mattered. the only thing he had left in this cruel, mean world. you were the only reason satoru breathed.

so, yes, he would endure as many sleepless nights as it took to keep you safe. his own health did not come first, you did. all you needed to know was he had his reasons for spreading himself so thin.

you were simply his world. his love.

and satoru would be damned if anyone was going to take that away.

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daydreaming about toji coming back to your shared home after completing an assignment, groaning at how taxing it had been. he walked in, expecting to either find you sprawled out on the couch or the bed, watching one of your favourite shows. the thought made his heart flutter, any semblance of fatigue instantly dissipating.

while he hadn't been wrong, it was what you were wearing that had his dick instantly straining against his pants.

it wasn't even anything sexy, really. if anything, it was cute and innocent. you were wearing one of his black t-shirts, the piece of clothing engulfing the whole of your pretty frame. you peeked your head from the couch, greeting him with that sickeningly sweet smile of yours.

"hi baby," you mused. "i missed you."

that was all it took for him to carry you to your bedroom and have him ramming his thick cock into your weeping cunt. you atop him, his feet digging into the bed, the squelching and slapping sounds of his dick hitting your pussy filling the room.

you were still wearing his top, you clenching it in between your teeth, exposing your breasts and hardened nipples. seeing the way they bounced so sexily every time he thrust up into you, the dribbles of drool that dripped down from biting onto his shirt – fuck... he found it so unbelievably arousing.

"shit babydoll," he growled, gripping onto your sides tightly, leaving red marks. a hard slap to your ass eliciting a cute whimper out of you had him throwing his head back in complete ecstasy. "who knew... ngh! that you in my shirt would get me so horny, huh?", he purred.

all you could do was whine in response, walls clenching so deliciously around his cock. the way your pussy tightened around him; the way your eyes looked so fucked out from him slamming into your wet, syrupy core; the way your hands dug into his chest to keep yourself steady – everything about you in this state had him drunk on you.

seeing your juices soak his cock and how your whimpers and moans were growing louder and whinier was all he needed to be pushed to the edge. spilling his seed into you, coating your walls a pearly white, your legs shaking as you rode out your own orgasm. deep growls erupted from his chest, as if awakening something primal in him.

you flopped your body on top of him, his arms coming to wrap around you tenderly – such a stark contrast as to how rough he had been a mere few seconds ago. he patted down your hair as he whispered in your ear, "fuck i gotta let ya wear my shirts more often, doll."

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[𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈]; helping him with his workout. female reader. suggestive (comments), sfw. reader gets called ‘doll, girl’. drabble. not proofread.

“you sure?”

“jus’ get on my back, doll.”

toji and you have been going back and forth about this for five minutes now. he was working out in the living room while you were watching your favorite show. well, sometimes your eyes lingered far too long on your lover’s physique than on the television.

you can’t help it when he’s only wearing those grey sweatpants. his exposed, sweaty muscular chest and biceps combined with those grunts he lets out every now and then are an intoxicating combination.

toji noticed your gaze on him and suggested you’d help him with his workout. though not before smirking haughtily at your blatant staring, his ego boosted once more.

“ugh, fine. don’t blame me if i break your back,” you mutter under your breath before slowly lowering yourself on his muscular back. you sit down and fold your legs, holding onto his sides for stability.

toji hums in satisfaction when you finally give in. he doesn’t understand your initial hesitation—he can handle even the most impossible of weights and you should know that by now.

“you breaking my back?” toji lets out a breathy chuckle before starting his set of pushups, “keheh. wasn’t it the opposite just this morning?”

that gains him a smack to the back of his head. you huff and roll your eyes at your dirty minded partner. your focus turns to his pushups once more, noticing how he doesn’t seem to be struggling at all, even with extra weight on his back.

down, up, down, up—toji’s body moves in a steady rhythm and his chiseled chest barely touches the floor before he surges back up again. his arms don’t tremble at all, his form steady.

“is this really helping? doesn’t seem like much of a challenge for you,” you murmur after a while and decide to switch positions. you lay your chest against his back, blanketing his prone form with your own body. your arms wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist.

toji grunts in both surprise and satisfaction. your breath tickles his ear and he tries his best to focus on his workout, though it’s hard. extremely so. even more when your hands start to explore the sides of his body, making him shiver.

“well, are you tryin’ to make it a challenge for me by doing… that?” he scoffs.

you grin to yourself, knowing toji couldn’t see your smug face. your hands rub up and down his abs now. your smirk widens when you hear him hiss as a warning. “doing ‘what’, babe?” you act innocent, even as your fingers trail up towards his hard pecs.

the dark-haired man loses control of his arms for a good second, the focus and strength lost after feeling your playful yet intimate touch on his chest. he mumbles something under his breath before reaching one arm back to pinch your sides.

“ah! no!” you squeal a little, immediately moving around on his back to avoid his ‘revenge’. toji’s other arm is balancing both your bodies, but you soon come crashing down with a soft thud after your squirming causes him to lose said balance.

toji rolls onto his back and hauls your body against his chest instead to trap you there. you wilfully rest your head in the crook of his neck and tap his pecs. “hey, you need to finish your workout, silly,” you tease, “can’t be slackin’ off like this.”

toji snorts and gently pinches your nose, earning another small giggle from you. he can’t help but grin as he tilts his head to whisper in your ear;

“i can think of a couple other ways y’ can help me work out. so y’know, there’s this set of hip thrusts—“

“i’m not falling for that, toji.”

“…tsk.”

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Our Lover (Ao3) is away at war (down for maintenance) and We don't know when they'll return (it's scheduled for about 3 hours)

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I know I said I’d never write for Toji but I can’t get this out of my head

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Pulling you on top of him as he gets comfortable again, he’s half asleep. “Why’d you move?” He mumbles groggily. Settling against him as you place your head on his chest, after a moment you hear his heartbeat. Tilting his head a little to place a kiss on the top of yours. “Went to the bathroom” you say softly getting comfortable again. “Mhm” he hums pulling the cover over you both, his left arm lazily draping over your lower back while the other on your upper back.

Hours later after completing a mission toji turns in for the night in a nearby motel, by morning he’s taking the train back home to you. Glancing at the time, reading three am, he texts you one last time for the night “night love you”. Gently tossing his phone on the shitty nightstand before getting into bed, pulling the covers over himself. Toji finds himself laying there for twenty minutes before turning over to check the time again. Huffing a little, he turns back over while adjusting the flat pillow as he closes his eyes. Multiple sleeping positions and forty minutes later he sits up taking his shirt off thinking that’ll do the trick. Grabbing the other de-fluffed pillow he places it on his chest as he lays flat on his back. Slowly but surely he drifted to sleep getting four hours of sleep that night.

Standing in the doorway as you watch him walk up your front steps toji comes into view looking exhausted. “you look like shit” you comment teasingly but with slight concern. “Feel like it too” he huffs wrapping his arms around you, his face against the crook of your neck. Slowly rocking you both back into the house while still embracing each other, walking forward as you walk backwards into your home. The door closing behind him as he picks you up by the back of your legs, finding their way to wrap around his waist. “Shower then nap” toji mumbles into your neck before placing a soft kiss.

A/N: for those who summited requests don’t worry i see them! Requests will be closed for a bit.

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heianera!sukuna first notices you on a walk around his estate, a new member on his staff working away in the kitchen kneading dough.

heianera!sukuna is intrigued by you, for some foreign reason but ultimately decides to forget about you. After all, you are just a measly human, not worth an ounce of his energy or time.

heianera!sukuna can’t stop thinking about you no matter how hard he tries. So, he orders his chefs to make him fresh bread every day, all so he can walk that same route of his estate and see you.

heianera!sukuna quickly becomes dissatisfied. Seeing you once a day was merely not enough, and as a King he should want for nothing.

“Uraume, bring me the servant girl from the kitchen. I wish to speak with her.”

heianera!sukuna observes you as you stand before him, such a small creature who could do nothing to harm him. He wondered why on earth he found you as endearing as he did.

heianera!sukuna appoints you as his personal servant, and you only. If he wants to have you, he may as well make the journey worthwhile, and who would he be if as the King of curses he wasn’t mischievous?

Part 2

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contents: satoru gojo x fem!reader x suguru geto, threesome, mdni

You’re shy.

Satoru knows this, but he’s never minded. He likes it, likes the way you tug on his arm when you’re among big crowds and the way you blush and shy away when he gets too brash in his affection, too public and too close.

It’s fun, pushing your buttons, kissing your flushed cheeks, till you’re hitting his chest and murmuring for him to back off.

“There are people here,” you'll whisper, and Satoru will glance at Shoko and Suguru, catching the latter's gaze for a few seconds before turning back to you.

“They’re not even looking at us,” he’ll lie, and you will glance as well, meeting Suguru’s eyes before immediately looking away again.

“Liar!” you’ll accuse, pushing his face with your hand, ignoring his boisterous laugh as you try to get away only to get pulled right back in.

It’s not Satoru’s fault, though. I mean, can you really blame him for wanting the two people he loves the most in the world to be closer?

And you’re so sweet, so pretty, when you whine as Suguru drags you down on his cock, making you take every inch of him.

You’re flushed and your body feels so warm, your back pressed to his chest, your legs pushed up. Suguru’s hands wrap around the back of your plush thighs, digging into your soft skin, your pretty wet cunt on full display for Satoru.

You’re so cute.

Gasping and whining each time Suguru bottoms out, your hands desperately reaching for Satoru, needing him closer, running your fingers through his white locks, panting into his mouth. Your eyebrows knit together, and you cry out while your head lolls back onto Suguru’s shoulder.

The man behind you grins, kissing your neck as he moves you up and down, up and down. He’s so strong, you note, handling you with such ease, as though you’re nothing more than a doll.

“God, Satoru,” Suguru groans when you clench around him, eyebrows furrowed as he rests his chin on your shoulder and looks down at the way you’re swallowing him so well. “Can’t believe you kept this one all to yourself for so long,”

It’s through gritted teeth, pleasure slowly building in his stomach at the way you’re so tight, so soft, and wet. All perfect and pliant for him as he bullies his cock into you again and again.

“Such a perfect girl,” he kisses your shoulder, chuckling when you moan shamelessly.

“Well, I’m sharing now, aren’t I?” Satoru replies, his eyes trained on your face, drinking in every expression, running his hands through your hair, and bringing you back to look at him.

Your eyes are lidded, and you look positively cock drunk as you meet his gaze, lips twitching up into a soft smile. “My sweet girl was just a little shy,” he says, almost as if you aren’t there.

“But you’re here now, aren’t you, baby?”

You nod feverishly, gasping when Suguru hits your sweet spot dead on, your grip on him momentarily tightening.

“I’m here,” you say, bringing an arm back so you can run your fingers through Suguru’s soft hair. “I'm here now,”

“Oh,” your eyes roll back when Suguru begins thrusting his hips up, abusing your gspot till your toes are curling and you’re completely high off the pleasure.

It’s a wonder how Satoru's sweet and shy girl is now a babbling mess on his best friend’s cock. A side of you that’s been reserved for him behind closed doors only is now being shared with Suguru.

It’s beautiful.

Suguru lets go of your legs, letting you wrap them around Satoru's waist as he continues bouncing you up and down. You press your heels into his back, pulling him closer, your hand easily slipping into his sweats, pulling out his achingly hard cock.

Satoru immediately groans at the friction, gasping when you run your thumb over the slit, spreading pre-cum all over.

"You, ah, should get to come too, Toru," you say, voice dripping in seduction, making Satoru's head spin. "It's only fair,"

Satoru can barely believe what's happening as you rub his cockhead against your clit, coating him in your slick, and he squeezes his eyes shut, gasping out staggered breaths.

He faintly hears Suguru laugh, feels your body vibrate in effect, feels everything, and too much. Your moans are so pretty, so free, so loud.

His pretty, sweet, shy girl.

"Wanna come," he thinks you're saying, though he's not sure who it's directed at, not sure he's even fully there or if he's ascended to another plane of existence.

"Please, Sugu," he opens his eyes, watching the way you're begging so softly for his best friend to make you come. It's almost too much to bear, the way your legs are shaking and moans are spilling from your throat like honey and pure sugar.

Suguru seemingly isn't invincible either because he's kissing your jaw and praising you for being so polite.

"Of course you can come, pretty girl."

It's almost instant the way you're letting go, your limbs turning to jelly as you soak Suguru's cock in your wetness. The way you gasp and whine might just be the hottest thing Satoru has ever seen, and he barely realises before he's spilling into your hand, eyes rolling back as he coats your pretty cunt in cum.

"Oh,"

Suguru watches you both, feeling the way you clench around him so tightly, seeing the way Satoru is twitching in your hand. It's all too much to take in, and he quickly follows after you, emptying himself deep into your pussy. It spills out around his length as he groans, biting into your neck.

All three of you still while catching your breaths collectively. You feel like some of your brains have been fucked out, temporarily turning you into a dumb mess, whining when Suguru slips out of you, reaching for both of your boys when they try to get up from the bed.

"Stay with me," you sigh, your shyness having returned in your post-orgasm haze. Both men laugh, pressing a kiss to each of your cheeks, promising they'll return with a towel to help you clean.

Satoru catches Suguru's gaze through the mirror as they stand in the bathroom.

"You got yourself a good one," Suguru states.

"Mmmhmm," Satoru replies, fixing his hair that you ruffled up previously. "Glad you approve of her."

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choso kamo getting so handsy and greedy with you that he makes you squirt for himmmm ;)

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“come onnn,” he drawls, something sinister dropping his tone. “give me another one.” two fingers are circling over your clit, nursing you through your third orgasm of the hour. “i know you can give me more than that, pretty girl. wan’ you to make a mess all over my fuckin’ hand.”

a big, warm palm is splaying over your tummy, applying enough pressure to make you cry out deliriously, head lolling back and sinking into disheveled sheets. you’re writhing, rutting your cunt against the hand that paws at you, bated breaths catching in your throat.

choso follows the cant of your hips, long fingers sinking deeper and deeper, fucking to the very back of your poor, drooling pussy. he smiles when you tighten around him, sucking him in harder, wordlessly begging for more.

“god, i just know you wanna make a mess,” his pretty lips are ghosting yours, voice hushed as he whispers into your gaped mouth. “give me one more, baby.” he kisses you sloppily, furling his fingers upward to press against the spot that makes you wince.

“cho,” you’re choking out, interrupting yourself with a helpless whimper.

his fingers are relentless, mindlessly fucking you open and stretching that pretty pussy out as he swallows your cries, embodying your pleasure. choso follows the depraved arch of your back, poor cock aching at the sight of you so… gone.

“f— fuck it feels different,” you gasp, core tightening in a horrendous need to release. “oh, god… f-feels like something is different this time.”

“yeah? y’gonna squirt for me? is that it, pretty?” choso smiles something wicked. the hand that lays over your abdomen presses harder, his fingers plunging deeper. “fuck, give it to me. i need that… wanna taste that. i’ll clean you up, yeah?”

his fingers slip out briefly, but only for them to hungrily delve between your glistening lips. they trail over your slick, twitching clit, tracing tight, purposeful circles over and over and over. it’s not long before he’s sinking them back inside of you, ruining that slutty little pussy yet again.

he leers over your body, gaping as you fuck his hand, desperately chasing your looming orgasm. the rhythmic pulse of your cunt serves as a warning of the incoming downpour that slowly begins to trickle around his fingers.

a loud and nasty sound leaves you as the dribbling liquid morphs into a steady stream of arousal that gushes from your cunt. choso fucks you through it all, sloshes and splatters of your essence staining his wrinkled shirt and face. part of him can’t help but to loll out his tongue, the greedy muscle sweeping over his lips to collect your sweet juices.

“yeaaaah, fuck that’s it,” choso coos, slipping his fingers out of your sloppy hole to fully palm your cunt. “that’s a good fuckin’ girl, huuhhh?”

serval tender slaps land against your poor, swollen clit as he forces any remaining liquid of out of you. you curse him, legs snapping closed before hugging you knees to your chest. you’re a wreck, whining and gasping for him to get a fucking grip.

“you’re insane.” you mumble.

choso shrugs, smiling crookedly. “i always knew you could do that.”

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